#cuz no matter what the shit he got up to was always insane

[igixri]

we are one episode and 10 minutes into season 5 and the shit that Walt has managed to do so far in that span of time is like some of the evilest shit he’s done so far because now he’s like, psycho confident about all his machinations. when he’s in the car with jesse and mike and ends an argument with “because i said so” AND NEITHER OF THEM CALL HIM ON IT…ITS JUST SO BRUTAL ITS SAD like damn neither of you immediately started hitting him with hammers after all that? he heisenbergpilled you?? when he hugs skyler and tells her I FORGIVE YOU…I could’ve torn his head off his shoulders for that. And don’t even let me speak about the heinous shit with the cigarette I know he was sitting there thinking he’s so clever for coming up with putting it in the vacuum cleaner. I hope he blows up

[shotmrmiller]

Maybe I'm alone and insane but I feel like Price is the sorta guy that yes he just wants a nice soft home and pretty little thing. But also he's the type of guy that's like *one eye* on current events and has like a running list or a bug out bag prepared at all times should things go sideway to get himself and his SO outta dodge if need be if that makes sense?

ABSOLUTELY yknow i had this in my drafts and just forgot about it

but yes! he knows shit will go tits up it's only a matter of when so he makes you learn how to read a map. tells you it's very important you always know where you are on it. the chances of your phone's compass working when the world is on fire are slim so now he's got you looking up at the sky to see what direction you're currently facing.

learn to grow food, doesn't matter if you've got a brown thumb it's about survival. he's no tin foil hat user but he's a bit of a cynic and i mean fair cuz he's seen too much shit that only ever supposedly happens in movies in real life.

he prays for the best but prepares for the worst. and he'll never let his SO not know how to stay alive and safe should something ever happen to him.

[cheolinnie]

Feel Me

Requested!!!

a/n: he's so... perfect 😭

smut

a/n: i didnt propery proof read cuz i really want this to be published ~(>_<。)

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!

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You've always been a supportive girlfriend; you attend all the concerts, music shows on your days off from work, and not once have you ever complained about Taeyong's job, because you know how hard he's worked for where he is today, and how much he loves his job.

But every once in a while, you throw that huge part of yourself out the window.

It's the times when you have to come home to an empty apartment, sleep in a big ass bed all alone, watch boring tv shows that Taeyong always finds a way to spice up with his jokes- its the only part of his career that fills you up to the brim with frustration.

Because aside from missing his warmth, and his overall prescence around you, his abscence also leaves you sex deprived.

"Fucking tour," you mutter angrily as your eyebrows crease together, your body desiring pleasure that your fingers just aren't bringing you right now.

"Fucking idol career," your middle finger teases your entrance as it circles around it, but honestly you're feeling a little hopeless because no matter how hard you can try and fuck yourself, it'll never compare to Taeyong's slender fingers, lenghty cock, or sinful tongue.

But still, you try; thumb rubbing over your clit, you push one finger in slowly. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and you give youself sometime to feel it, get into it, but- nothing.

"Oh for fucks sakes-"

A sound like a groan mixed with a high-pithched, frustrated, squeal leaves your throat as you roughly flip youself onto all fours on the queen-sized bed, the black comforter already all messed up becuase of all the squirming you were doing earlier.

Grabbing Taeyong's pillows, you position the bottom one on its side underneath you, the edge sending a shiver down your side as it brushed your sensitive clit. The top pillow, the one that still held his delicious scent (and the one you've been cuddling and sobbing into for the past week), you place where you imagine Taeyong's head would be as you ride his dick.

All that's left is hearing that raspy, sultry, sexy voice of his that could turn you on like the flip of a switch.

By the time he answers you'd already been riding the pillow harshly, hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly.

"Hey babe-"

"Fuck Taeyong!" you moan out loudly, partly annoyed he took so long to answer, and also relieved you could finally hear his voice.

There's rustling on the line, and you imagine he's scrambling around for a quiet place becuase just those two words you moaned out, already has him rock hard in his pants. You wonder if he's wearing leather pants, because damn, those are suffocating, especially for someone like your boyfriend who gets very sensitive when he's got a boner.

"Shit baby- what if i was on the speaker phone and the guys heard you moaning like that? hm?"

Your head shaked as if he could see you, whimpers filling his ear the most definately have his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss.

"Tae, want you, need you so bad right now..." you rock yourself on his pillow, dipping down to burry your head into his other pillow to deeply inhale his scent.

The line was quiet for a while, and you just know he was palming himself over his pants at your whiney tone. He always liked when you whined, but his favourite? When he fucks you so good, tears start pouring down your pretty flushed cheeks.

It drives him insane; the thought alone could make him cum immediately.

"Baby? Are you riding your pretty cunt on my pillow, like i told you to do when your horny, hm?" his voice dropped several octaves lower, and you were able to soft gasps from him that just made your head spin.

"Ye-yes Tae... fucking your pillow right now, can almost feel your cock filling me up."

A groan sounds out from the speaker, "Fuck baby, im filling you up so good yeah? like I always do hm?

Nodding your head hastily, you moan out as your pace increases, Taeyong's words edging you towards the release you desperatley need.

"Can you feel me, angel?"

"Fuck yes Tae, can feel myself clenching around you..."

Another curse from your boyfriend, followed by a couple of lovely moans that bring your ears so much joy. Closing your eyes, you can imagine him alone, still standing but leaning against a wall, one hand stuffed into his pants as he strokes himself, fingers grazing over his tip that was leaking pre-cum, as the other hand clutched the phone tightly against his ear so that your moans could be the only thing he hears.

"Taeyongie." your voice was deeper, signaling that you're about to say something that might just make him cum straight away in his cargos.

"Can you feel me? My lips kissing your pretty tip before I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking up all your sweetness..."

There it was- Taeyong's knees buckled, and he had to catch himself before he slid down the wall.

"Fuck baby, fuck... are you gonna cum for me? you gon' make a mess all over my pillow for me?"

You throw your head in pleasure, your knot just mere seconds from from exploding as your fuck Taeyong;s pillow, your legs beginning to feel numb and shaky.

"Yea... gonna cum baby."

The raspy groan he let's out is what inevitably makes you burst, your orgasm washing over you like the walls of the world's biggest dam breaking open. The loudest moan leaves your lips, and that very sound, as it reaches Taeyong's ear, is what has him cumming in his hand painfully hard.

"Holy fuck-"

For a few minutes it's only both yours and Taeyong's heavy breathing, each of you trying to come down from your highs.

Taeyong is the first to break silence.

"You better send me a picture of the mess you made on my pillow."

A classic Lee Taeyong line, and like always it has you dropping your head as giggles pour out. One of your favourite things about your boyfriend, is that he always finds a way to make you giggle like a school girl after having just pounded into you like a madman mere minutes ago- it was somewhat endearing to him.

"Yeah? for what would you use it bub?" you smirk slightly as you pull on your shorts before snapping a picture so you could dump the pillowcase into the washing machine.

He scoffs. "Uh, to help me jerk off later? I still have another two weeks without my baby."

A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you toss the case into the washer, a frown forming on your lips. "Don't remind me please."

"Don't worry hun, becuase as soon as i get back I'll strap you to my thighs, and you'll get to ride me and feel me all night long..."

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a/n: WOAHHHH lets take a step back for a moment.

this is by far the longest thing ive written, i think im gonna have to take a break from writing smuts cuz damnnnnn

a/n: yall sorry for any spelling mistakes

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Got another chapter where it switches from Megs to Star, although they don't actually interact again yet this time lol. This one ended up being pretty long, and I split a section that was originally in this chapter off into its own. Cuz i hadn't planned Meg's section in my first outline, but it felt p necessary to add.

Megs is a bit salty, Prowl kinda wants to do a moida, Optimus is an optimistic bean, and Starscream is fucking tired of all this shit-

I swear dude it is getting increasingly hard to decide on screenshots for these chapters-

Previous Chapter: A Broken Boogeyman

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Settling Into Circumstance

Chapter 8: The Illusion of Freedom

Once they had finally managed to tranquilize Starscream through his absurd amount of flailing, Megatron had carried his mangled frame to the medbay. Arcee was seen to by Wheeljack first, of course. Megatron had found himself on auto pilot as he watched and waited until he could finally release the seeker from his periodically tense hold. 

Soon enough, Elita-1 took Arcee to a separate room to lie down, and Megatron carefully approached to place Starscream on the medberth. Leaked Energon dripped from Megatron’s servos and spotted the ground. He stared down at it. Then back at Starscream.

“Are you alright, Megatron?” Optimus’ servo was suddenly upon his shoulder and he flinched.

“Ah– Yes. Yes of course…” He responded with a gentle brushing away of the attempt at comfort from the sentimental mech. Megatron’s gaze flickered only momentarily to address the question before falling back upon the air commander. The sparking, practically entirely severed, crushed limb. The scorched, leaking chasm in the wing. Every dent, crack, and burn.

“Would you like to be given a quick check at least? You took quite the blow yourself–”

“No.” Megatron snapped a bit too forcefully with a hand raised to silence him, then in-vented in a practiced means at cooling his nerves. “Starscream requires such attention more than I, at the moment.”

Wheeljack shrugged as he turned back towards the medberth with newly acquired materials. “Alrighty then. Might I ask y’all what ol’ Screamer did ta get this banged up?” 

“How about you focus on your work instead of bothering yourself with such details, medic.” Megatron forcefully kept his tone as monotone as he could. He often tired of how needlessly talkative the Autobots could be. There was no reason to talk about such things after it had already been done. How would describing just how Starscream had severed his own ped from his frame, in some insane act of desperation, possibly aid in repairing it? 

Prowl looked as if he was ready to berate him for the comment for some reason or another. He was only stopped by Optimus inserting himself between them with his more softly toned criticism, “I know you are concerned Megatron, but do refrain from lashing out at your team. Perhaps you should take a seat, and we all may discuss the past hour’s events.”

Megatron’s optical ridge furrowed as the frown deepened on his face. He had hardly lashed out. These mechs could be so sensitive. Even so, he knew Optimus was right. Perhaps it would be good to discuss it, to some regard. There were a good deal of things to consider, in a matter of building upon what the future would hold as a result. That must have been what Wheeljack had meant all along. Megatron’s anger had always been quite a volatile thing to balance. 

“Fine.” He inevitably relented to join Optimus and Prowl at a cluster of crates used in place of chairs. 

“Yeesh, I’d bet we could cut this tension y’all got goin’ on with the dullest knife in the bottom of my tool box.” Wheeljack commented ridiculously, but at least he was finally beginning the patch job as he should. Then, as the mech actually gave more precise focus to his work, he hummed and tapped at a few select places on Starscream’s chassis. The most noticeable being the odd red cracks extending down from the optics. “This ain’t any of your doin’ I reckon.” As he tested it with a scalpel, Starscream tensed and a reactive crimson light shone dimly from somewhere within his broken cockpit. 

Megatron’s eyes widened, “Leave that be.” He ordered, but then remembered again that it might be better to give more explanation. “...He seems to still be connected to the effects of the more chaotic side of the Emberstone. It would be wise not to test it, as we do not know what exactly triggers the episodes.”

“Did you know about this?” Prowl questioned in a rather accusatory tone.

“Only recently.”

“That is soon enough to inform your team of the obvious threat! How could you just let such a thing linger, and wait until it explodes on us?” Prowler’s stance was practically revving to jump from his seat, as he leaned forward just enough to gesture a servo in Megatron’s direction around Optimus.

Optimus of course, raised his hands placatingly to diffuse the growing situation. “Megatron informed me about what he had seen as soon as he could, Prowl. We simply underestimated what it could entail.”

Prowler immediately reeled himself in to assume a more professional posture, “I see… Well. I must admit, Optimus sir, that I also find it a bit strange that we brought such a clearly volatile Decepticon here to be repaired. Would it not just be a waste, when as soon as he’d come back online he’d no doubt cause us continued trouble? If we cannot keep him contained in the brig, and we cannot nullify whatever power he has harnessed, then it would be the most effective solution to simply terminate him.”

Megatron clenched his fists and glowered his optics. “Effective…?” He breathed in a near whisper at the absolute gall of the proposition. As an infamous Decepticon trapper, was that how this mech had orchestrated his operations during the war? Execution merely based on fear? Or an overt disregard for the lives of their enemy if they outlived their supposed usefulness, or tipped some untold scale of risk? Optimus would never allow such a thing!

Then again, the Decepticons had carried out such orders towards Autobots during the war as well. The realization made his shoulders slump as a more somber air replaced his anger. There…could be some logic in Prowl’s query, he supposed. He was certainly no mech to judge the thought, after all. 

Regardless, Megatron would not allow what he’d just witnessed to be left to become yet another regret to haunt his processor. Starscream was not beyond redemption. He was sick. There had to be something they could do. Megatron couldn’t simply toss Starscream to the Pit this time. He wouldn’t. 

“We do not terminate our prisoners.” Optimus started with an assured lilt in his tone as he kept Megatron in the edge of his vision. “Instead, we must determine an alternative approach.”

The plainly obvious statement left both Megatron and Prowl staring at the Prime silently. To Prowler’s credit, he seemed to be having a thousand thoughts running through his head in some effort to piece together the answer. Megatron only found his own thoughts rather blank. He wasn’t sure what they could do. What would be the best way to handle Starscream’s erratic nature? Not to mention the strange affliction the seeker had given himself. Who would Starscream possibly be swayed by? 

…The Terrans?

Finally, Prowler spoke up as he realized that it seemed they were all waiting for someone else to make the next move. Although only in an effort to gain some clarification from his leader. “Which would be…what, sir?” Perhaps he had become more hesitant to voice his own choice of action.

Optimus pulled a servo to his chin in a contemplative gesture, “Hm, I admit I am a bit unsure in that regard.”

“Well, if ya ask me, the only other place we really have in the matter of alternative accommodations would be with those Malto’s.” Wheeljack contributed whilst still amidst his tinkering. An admittedly impressive feat. “Now I know it may seem a bit risky to let our con commander here ‘round the kids, but I’m sure we all know how capable they can be.”

“Oh, yes, perhaps some access to the outdoors could aid Starscream after being cooped up for so long. Like what I was telling you earlier, Megatron!” Optimus motioned to him with a flick of his antennae and a grin as if he alone had come to that revelation. Megatron couldn’t help but give a small, fond smile at the mech.

Prowler took in a long breath, oddly similar to Megatron’s own methods at stabilizing himself, and realigned his previously lost optics to be flat, and rather resigned. “I will trust your judgment.” Then he stood with a new pace of determination on his faceplate. “However, if we will indeed be proceeding with such a course of action, I will insist on precautionary measures.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” Optimus watched his tactician rummage through their supplies, with a newfound gleam of hope in his eyes. Then, he turned his attention to Megatron, “What do you think? Do you believe this approach could work?”

He hesitated a moment as he pondered over his words, “Well… the thought did come to my own mind, in passing. Starscream had shown some strange fondness towards the Terrans… at least Hashtag, to my knowledge. Despite what he had done. She had been able to bring out something within him once. I do not doubt it possible again.”

Optimus nodded and followed Megatron’s wandering gaze towards the seeker. Wheeljack had just about finished smoothing out the patch on the wing, and was now arranging to replace the cracked cockpit. Did repairs always take this long? 

“I will contact Bumblebee to get him up to speed on the new arrangement.” Optimus announced as he took to his peds and made his way towards the door.

“Hm, yes.” Megatron ceased his anxious tapping and stood to join him. “I will call Dorothy. She will no doubt have some grievances to be quelled about the idea.” 

The medbay door closed behind them, and they each took to their own spot in the hall to make their calls. Megatron placed a digit to his helm and sent the signal to Dorothy’s cell. His comm played a little rhythmic tune of sorts as he waited for a response. It was just as mundanely aggravating as the concept of elevator music. He should really disconnect that silly feature.

Finally, Dorothy’s voice came through with her signature greeting, “What’s up Megs?”

“Hello, Dorothy. There is something we must discuss as a result of a recent development. Regarding Starscream.” Megatron was relieved to hear his friend's voice, yet also knew just how precarious this conversion was bound to become.

“That right?” She of course quickly caught on to the anxious air. 

“Yes, he had tried to escape, and…it was quite the spectacle. He was just about ready to die before allowing himself to return to his cell. I admit, it was rather startling. So, we have come to the decision that perhaps time elsewhere could serve him better.” Megatron tapped his finger against the railing as he attempted to filter his thoughts, and prepare for her response to them. “Under the supervision of you and your family.”

“Really now? Are you honestly telling me that the best idea you’ve got, is to send that maniac here, around my kids? Megs…”

“I know…But I do believe your children to be the exact influence he needs. As it has been, his mental state has only seemed to worsen which only aids to increase the danger he poses. We can’t simply send him back to the brig where he just may as well do something foolish.”

“You’re worried about him.” They both remained quiet for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he could admit it, but she understood as she so often did. Dorothy sighed, obviously still unsure, but willing to relent nevertheless. “Okay. If you’re sure. I’ll discuss it with the rest of them. But you’ll have to promise me–that bot won’t ever be allowed to hurt any of my babies again. Got that? You have a plan, don’t you?”

“Yes. I promise.”

***

Everything ached. That wasn’t exactly new. Although the lingering pain in a peculiar corner in his spark was certainly…something.

Starscream groaned as his systems struggled to come back online with at the very least, adequately functional sensors. Sound was garbled like a horribly received connection that he needed to internally adjust until it could make any form of sense. When he tried to begin onlining his optics, it was revoltingly bright, and he had to once again filter through his settings to find something tolerable. 

Where was he? 

What had happened?

…Why couldn’t he move? 

A gripping fear suddenly strangled his spark as he realized that he couldn’t bring his servo to his faceplate, and his wings felt far too cramped as they were pressed against some constricting surface. 

Starscream pulled at the clamps holding him firmly in place. Not again. He was not going to be those humans’ robotics projects. He desperately cycled his optics to try and make sense of his surroundings. He could hear the steps and chaotic chatter of those vermin all around him. There was equipment beside him. What were they going to do this time? Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to lay there and take it. 

An oddly large shadow loomed over him with extending servos. Mandroid’s voice echoed in his audials, “Struggle all you like. But it will not change your fate.”

Starscream yanked painfully against the brace on his wrist until a burst of energy allowed him to break it and throw a punch at the offending silhouette. He wanted to shout some deserved obscenities at the pest, but his voice box wouldn’t work. When his fist connected with metal, he assumed he’d simply been blocked, which infuriated him. That fissure in his spark stabbed through his frame, and he began to shake ridiculously. What was that? Wait. His free servo was stuck again. And his digits were being individually bent in some odd pattern, for some reason.

Then, he started to hear a voice he hadn’t heard in quite some time, calling his designation. “--Scream, Starscream! Hey, c’mon, what’s goin’ on in that crazy processor of yours? Calm down will ya?” Wheeljack? Why was he here?

Starscream blinked. Something wasn’t right. He tried his best to steady his vents as he focused on the ridiculous sensation the mech insisted on inflicting on his servo. Eventually, he could finally make out the white, red, and green overseeing him. As well as a second pair of Autobots across the room. Prowl, and the Prime. 

Right. This was the Autobot base. Not G.H.O.S.T.'s.

Well that was embarrassing. 

Starscream’s wings twitched, as much as they could given his position. Wheeljack looked some type of determined. A reflexive response no doubt. Prowl looked a mix of surprised and appalled, it was actually quite hilarious– except that Prime’s stupid face ruined it. He didn’t need nor want that self-righteous mech’s pity. 

“Ya with us there Screamer?” Wheeljack asked more directly as he finally began to release Starscream’s servo. 

He stared at him, confused and a bit annoyed. Had he not already given them a response? What sort of question was that?

Ah, apparently it would seem as though his vocalizer was still on the fritz. Starscream raised a servo as indication that he needed a moment as he recalibrated his voice box. This was pathetic. 

When he only managed to sputter beeps and clicks, red sparks flared off him angrily a moment as he punched his chassis until the words could be forced out. Wheeljack chastised him for it, but frag him. “WHAT–” Starscream adjusted his volume– “What, is going on here?” Had they really brought him to their technician after he’d almost escaped? That seemed absurd. Perhaps they’d implanted a remote explosive somewhere in his frame.

“Well, I fixed ya up, added Prowl’s little boot, and those two got a deal for ya. Sorry ‘bout the restraints.” Wheeljack began to release him from the medberth. None of this was answering his question. “We weren’t sure if ya’d go immediately ballistic or somethin’ when ya woke up.”

Prowl crossed his arms. “I’d say we were certainly right to do so.”

As Starscream stood, he just about stumbled with a wave of disorientation, but skillfully used it to transition into a snarky servo to a tilted hip. “Of course.” He glared at them until he noticed how one of his peds felt heavier than it should, and lifted it to complain. “But what on Cybertron is this, for?” Then he remembered Wheeljack’s previous statement and straightened himself with an air of guarded curiosity. “And what is this about a deal?”

“That,” Prowl gestured to the ugly, boxy device attached to Starscream’s ped, “Is insurance. All you need to know, is that if you try anything with that power of yours, that device will render you imobile.”

“It tracks your sparkbeat, power surges, fun stuff like that.” Wheeljack listed on a pair of digits, which Prowl didn’t seem too happy about. “I promise it won’t blow up or nothin’!” Coming from this mech, such a promise hardly meant anything. 

“Yes, you have my utmost confidence, Wheeljack.” Starscream rolled his optics tiredly, then kicked his ped in a display of his distaste for the accessory. “It is entirely impractical. How do you expect me to transform with this blasted thing?!”

“Exactly.” Prowler crossed his arms with an expression void of any sympathy. Primus did his faceplate look punchable.

Starscream whined with a slight slump to his wings, before the Prime interjected himself to continue the dreadful conversation. “In regards to the deal, we have decided that you will no longer be staying in the brig.” Starscream perked at this, although couldn’t help but be skeptical. “Instead, you will stay with the Malto family.” 

That was not exactly what he was expecting. 

Starscream stared blankly at them a moment before remembering to speak, “...What will such an arrangement entail, exactly?” Surely it was some new scheme of theirs to pacify him. He didn’t trust it.

The Prime seemed oddly surprised by his response, then took a step forward, an action of which Starscream forced himself to not reactively back away from. “Well, given your obvious distress, we thought you’d benefit from the opportunity to have access to the outdoors. You could perhaps learn to appreciate what Earth has to offer. Observe how well a family made of transformers and humans can function. My hope, is that it could be your own path towards redemption alongside Megatron!”

Starscream’s faceplate scrunched in disgust at the mention of his former leader. “Redemption. Right.” Although the prospect of appreciating Earth would be laughable.

Prowler sent him a discrete glare with narrowed optics. The Prime only looked like a kicked cyberdog. Perhaps they were hoping he’d get on his knees to praise their ever expansive mercy. That he should thank them for such an offer. As if it even were one. This wasn’t a deal. It was an order. 

He in-vented steadily before preparing them a smile, and arranging a loose, confident posture as he strode towards them. “That sounds just wonderful.” He crooned in a disguised taunt as he slid by Prowl, then practically danced around the Prime. “I promise to be on my best behavior! I am truly honored that you all have decided to permit my grand exit from your lovely accommodations. Such a gracious act, that I will make certain not to let go to waste, I assure you!” Starscream led the way out of the medbay with the two bots trailing behind him. 

“You’d better not.” Prowl commented in a cute little threat as he split away from them. 

“What he means is,” The Prime began as he caught up by Starscream’s side, “This could be a very important step in us truly being able to trust you, Starscream. Which would in turn lead to the possibility of your true freedom, and permanent alliance with the Autobots, if you so choose.”

Starscream scrutinized the mech from the corner of his optic, and held his servos behind him professionally. If they actually wanted his alliship as the Prime proclaims, they would have accepted his offer back at the Titan. They’d only pulled this out of their afts now out of newly realized necessity, after the rather explosive display he’d given them. They didn’t care. They just wanted to control him. All it was is a new, creative way of containing him. They couldn’t con a con.

“Yes, I’m sure that is what he meant.” It was clear sarcasm, and yet he aligned his vocalizer to imitate pure sincerity. Well, as much as he could. 

The Prime actually looked a touch annoyed with partially lowered optical lids. How amusing. “I do urge you to take this seriously. You realize the risk involved in this.”

Starscream scoffed in half feigned offense with a servo to his chassis. “Of course I do. Do you take me for a fool?”

The Prime hesitated as if an affirmation of the rhetorical question floated just behind his intake. Rude. Regardless, they eventually came upon their first destination that consisted of a trailer, and those two Autobot femmes. That was foreboding.

“Ready when you are Optimus.” The one he recognized to be identified as Elita-1, reported stoically. 

With the uncomfortably upbeat Arcee adding, “So we’re really doing this? Y’know– you and I really should have a rematch sometime Screamer! You can’t pull a cheap shot on me twice!” She apparently saw it appropriate to approach him and throw her arm around his neck to pull his helm down close to hers. She prodded his chassis to emphasize her challenge, but the energy she exuded was beyond confusing. “I. Will. Destroy you.” There was a painful pause as her touch lingered. “But that's fun for another day!” Then she finally broke away from him to flip into her alt mode beside the trailer. 

Starscream hadn’t realized just how tense he had become until his wings flicked back into place and he chuckled anxiously. His blasted vocalizer cracked again. “Oh yes, fun! I– look forward to it…” He examined the situation before him and regarded the open trailer with contempt. Especially when the Prime began leading him towards it. “Is this–” He gestured to the metal box– “Really necessary? Surely we could simply walk-”

“Nope.” Elita-1 slapped a servo to his arm and yanked him down to be shoved inside. What was with these femmes in tossing him around! And who designed this blasted trailer! It was like being stuck in a fragging compactor.

“Apologies, Starscream, but without access to your alt form, this is the most efficient means of transportation.” The Prime said stupidly as the trailer was tilted to be adjusted onto his frame.

Starscream was sealed inside this absurdly small containment for obviously no more reason than their own amusement. His wings were pulled in tightly with mere centihics between him and the walls. There was absolutely no, fragging, way, to get comfortable in the slagging thing. The walls were too close. The most he could do was have one knee lifted halfway with one servo placed upon it while he leaned at an awkward slant so he didn’t ram his helm on the top. He felt stupid. It was too slagging cramped in this mistake of manufacturing.

Primus Starscream wished Skywarp and Novastorm had destroyed it when they’d had the chance. He was certainly going to make it his first act of justified pettiness on these Auto-glitches, to blow it into melting slag the nano-klick he got his missiles back.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Yes I’m born ready for THAT convo about the real MVP of moms 💪💪💪 Anything for MBFW 🫠

Babe she is the fuckin shit as a mom. Okay? Cuz for for the majority of her teen years she never really thought she'd want to ever have kids considering how she grew up, but then she met Clarke and the entire Griffin broad basically adopted her and it was like "👀 wait a min... this family thing's kinda the tits..." But even after that, she really had no intention of actually giving birth. It wasn't that she was against it per se, it was just... when they'd abstractly talked about having kids sometime in the distant future, it was always with the unspoken understanding that Clarke would carry them. It was just such a given that neither even really discussed it, even after they got married and settled in and decided to actually start trying.

And then Clarke had two miscarriages.

And was told it probably just wasn't going to be a reality for them.

And as soon as that was made clear by the doctor, Lexa held up her hand and was like "haha no, we're having these kids 🙋‍♀️Griffin baby uterus right here ready to go, hi 🙋‍♀️"

Cuz honestly, what could be better? She not only gets to be a part of this familiy that took her in and cared for her even when sometimes she maybe didn't always deserve it, but she also gets to bring another little one into the world?! She gets to have her own little Griffins??? Every family reunion and holiday gathering she gets to have her own little pack of the chaotic broad running around? Hearing the, uh, more senile members grumbling "which ones are those again?" and somebody saying, "That's your great grand-niece, Marvin. You remember. Clarke and Lexa's kids."

Insanity.

Amazing.

10/10 experience.

And the best part?

She got to give that to Clarke. She got to make Clarke a mother too. For all of her fuck ups in life, she get to give Clarke the thing they'd been dreaming about since they were 19.

And she was not going to take it for granted. So Lexa absolutely becomes the kind of mom who works to find the right balance. Schedules chore charts and play dates and the quintessential soccer mom SUV, saying ok to ice cream before bed but only if they eat three bites of broccoli. She reads bedtime stories with funny voices after Clarke handles bathtime and makes a big deal over all their finger painting (and is much better at remembering to empty the trashcan when they throw them away in 2 weeks before their little artists can see 😬). She shush's Clarke's yelling whenever she's embarrassing their daughter from the stands when Madi eventually starts little league. She's the first one to learn sign language after Aden comes along and is intensely serious about raising him with all the tools he needs to be exactly who he is.

She still keeps her career going as a writer, but after... well, everything. And how badly she once fucked all this up with Clarke, she always tries and takes the steps to keep work and home life balanced. She wants to raise their kids knowing that their mother's are not only wives and partners in every aspect of life, but are also the epitome of best friends.

She's not perfect by any means. She loses her patience and gets worn out and sometimes makes the wrong call when it comes to their kids. But she tries, and never stops trying, and she always comes back and apologizes right to their little faces whenever she realizes she's messed up. Because she'll never want their kids to feel the same kind of sadness and fear of being a disappointment like she felt when she was growing up. She'll never want them to ever wonder if they matter less to her than her own happiness, like she'd struggled with when thinking about her own mother when she was a kid.

So yeah, she may never have envisioned her life the way it turns out. But, like Clarke reminds her every time she's feeling insecure or like she's not doing Enough, Lexa really was born to be a mom

[baby--charchar]

What does Charlies regression look like with lucifer? And how did he find out? Was he insanely supportive or confused?

Charlie has come to love spending time with Daddy when regressed (or 'dada,' age depending). But originally, she never intended for him to find out.

She and Vaggie were just starting to get the hang of it themselves and had no intention of telling others. One night after a LONG workday at the hotel, Vaggie was cooking up supper while Charlie was watching Disney in the main room. She was feeling about 2 or so, and was finally easing into her regression and learning to be content in it.

Cue untimely Lucifer and his ignorance on boundaries. Just has a great new idea on operating focus groups for residents, and barges into Charlie's and Vaggie's room. Well of course there's Charlie smack dab in the middle of the room, her thick hair out of its usual ponytail, pacifier in her mouth, surrounded by baby toys, and wearing a matching red pajama set clearly designed for toddlers. Charlie screamed her fucking head off and Vaggie stormed into the living room thinking she was going to have to kill someone. Alas, it was just poor Lucifer looking confused as hell and now covering his bleeding ears (that demon shriek of Charlie's is again, NO JOKE). Vaggie took control of the situation and shouted at him to leave. No pleasantries and definitely not how she "should" have been talking to the king of hell. But hey, he listened.

When he got back to his room he texted Charlie in a panic.

"Charlie is everything okay?"

"I'm not mad baby, I promise. I didn't mean to scare you. Talk to me."

"Answer me when you can, okay? I love you Charlie."

Back in the girls' room, Vaggie took dinner off the stove to rock poor Charlie in her arms. She was absolutely bawling. Vaggie just held her tight and shushed in her ear trying to get her to soothe. Charlie kept rambling on about how Lucifer was gonna hate her and think she's so gross and she just FINALLY got her dad back in her life just to scare him off. Vaggie just held her tight and tried to get Charlie to focus on her toys and movies. Once she finally settled, she asked her a question.

"Can you let me handle this?"

Charlie nodded after a moment. After Vaggie wrapped up her cooking, and got Charlie settled back in with her sippy cup and movie, Vaggie quietly stepped out.

She charged into Lucifer's room shouting, scaring the fuck out of him.

"AND YOU SEE HOW THAT FEELS?! DID YOU LIKE HAVING ME TEAR YOUR DOOR DOWN?! RUIN YOUR PEACEFUL FUCKING EVENING?! GOOD. I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER THIS MOMENT IF YOU EVEN THINK OF TRYING THAT SHIT AGAIN. NOW SIT YOUR ASS DOWN CUZ WE NEED TO TALK."

She breaks the news to him that yes, her daughter does in fact experience age regression. Basically, her mind goes into a state where it emotionally and cognitively functions like someone much younger than her real age. It's not her fault and she can't always control it, it's just how her mind is processing the immense pressure that she feels. Baby Charlie needs safety, love, and space to be herself no matter how she's presenting. And he was going to give all that to his little girl or...or else, dammit!

Lucifer was so confused. But unlike Charlie's worst fears, he was not disgusted at all. He wanted to know more. He knew Char Char was stressed, but he had no idea how strained she had been feeling. How is this supposed to help her? Can she control it at all? Does she actually enjoy it? Is it making her miserable, or is it really helping her be happy?

Vaggie did her best to answer every question. Eventually though, she could tell that something just wasn't clicking for Lucifer despite trying his hardest to understand. She sighed and pulled put her phone.

"Don't you EVER let her know these exist. You understand? She'd kill both of us if she knew I took these."

A video appeared of Charlie sitting on the floor in her red pajamas, banging on a small xylophone to the beat of a Disney Princess song playing in the background. Her little voice sang along, just barely audible over her clanging. Her grin was so contagious, Lucifer thought. Then a pang of nostalgia engulfed him out of nowhere.

Vaggie swiped and a new video appeared. This time Charlie was toddling around their living room, a stuffed animal held in the crook of her arm and her thumb in her mouth. Vaggie could be heard off screen chuckling.

"Go sit, Char Char. Dinner's almost ready." Charlie grinned at her and started walking over, her uncoordinated steps glaringly obvious.

"No.....no.....! Vee vee's gotta cook! Go sit down on the bed....go sit.... good girl! Good girl." Charlie looked back towards Vaggie and cackled before trying to get up again.

Lucifer's heart was absolutely aching. His daughter looked so sweet. So happy and relaxed, something he hasn't truly seen in ages. She absolutely radiated the same joyous energy that she had as a toddler. And Vaggie just kept swiping. Photos and videos of Charlie finger painting, taking naps in weird spots, sitting in baths with bubbles all the way up to her neck. By the end of it Lucifer was tearing up.

He asked if 1, he could get some of those pictures, and 2, when he could see Charlie again. With Charlie's permission he was able to come back over that night for dinner. Even though Charlie painfully shy, she was clearly fascinated by her daddy being around and wanted him to pay attention to her. Lucifer was happy to brush her hair, pull out toys, and even carry her around all night long.

So yes...both! Insanely supportive after being insanely confused. And it's all thanks to Vaggie sorta taking the lead on caring for and speaking up for Charlie.

[bringthekaos]

Would you like to hear my terrible prediction for the start of s2? We ended s1 with a lot of important people in the Council Room about to be blown up, one being Viktor. For some reason I've always thought it odd that Jayce dragged a sick and dying Viktor before the Council to announce what Jayce has done. I guess to show he has a Zaunite backing his plan?

But I think the *writers* wanted Viktor in that room, bc I think he's going to be severely injured in the explosion, possibly losing his left hand (so it can later be mechanized) BUT more importantly, so when he is taken to hospital and examined for his injuries it's discovered what he did to himself with the Hexcore.

The situation would be totally out of Viktor's control, and probably Jayce's. It would be INSANE and I want it so bad.

Oh, I 100% think this is exactly what’s going to happen. This is how his experiments come to light, and might also lead to them finding out about Sky (not sure how, but it’s just another box checked on “Viktor Is Now the Council’s Scapegoat For This Entire Conflict” Bingo.

In regards to Jayce bringing Viktor to the council meeting… yes, I think it is partially because Plot Reasons. But they’ve been talking about Zaun for weeks with nary a Zaunite voice to be heard, and then when they did bring one in (Vi), they didn’t like what she had to say on the matter and tried to have her forcefully removed. And I think it was important to Jayce that he bring Viktor for two reasons—one, to remind the council that there are two parts to Hextech… that thing that made them all filthy rich and kept them in positions of power. To present a united front and show the council that 100% of Hextech is dedicated to not building weapons, not going to war. And two, to have a Zaunite voice present as they’re discussing the possibility of war against Zaun. Yes, Viktor was not doing so hot, but that’s never stopped him before, and this was important to both of them. Honestly, in this circumstance, Jayce probably couldn’t have stopped him from coming along if he tried.

It does tickle my fancy though, that there is an implied missing scene after “in the pursuit of great, we failed to do good. We have to make it right,” wherein Jayce asked Viktor to come with him to the Council meeting and they planned out what they were going to say. Cuz clearly it was Jayce’s plan to have Viktor deliver the bombshell “Jayce has brokered a peace with Silco in exchange for the Undercity’s independence.” Like he pauses and looks over at Viktor, waiting. He wanted this news delivered by a Zaunite. And I do think it was more impactful, more telling—seeing how they react. I’m not sure they would have jumped up and screamed and generally lost their shit if Jayce had said it. They likely would have been more diplomatic, because in their eyes that’s “what his station deserves.” And they showed their ass to Viktor. So in a way, it allowed Jayce and Viktor to gauge how receptive the council was going to be to the idea, and they got a damning conclusion.

[missn00tson]

Am I the only person that hated s4 of tua?

Look, i am a big fan of the series, and I was so happy when the new season came out.

And s3 was a bit long for me, in the sense that some scenes were boring, so I wasnt too unhappy with a shorter season.

But what was this

Spoilers for The umbrella Academy season 4!

First of all, the whole Five and Lila relationship.

They are platonic friends, like siblings. Who thought it would be a fun idea to make them romantic all of a sudden?

"Oh, but they got stuck in time for 7 years its only natural"

You have to be shitting me.

I've been celibate for over 7 years, you think I'd date my brothers WIFE if we spend time tgt for those years? No. Fuck no.

It doesnt even seem to click with Five's personality, because he's so insanely loyal and caring towards his family. He would not do that, if we were to follow his personality from s1 to 3.

This brings me to Ben.

I have never been the biggest sparrow Ben fan, I'll admit that. I've always been an umbrella Ben fan and sometimes I wished sparrow Ben was more like him.

So you can imagine, I was happy when he started to appear more caring for Jeniffer.

Until they totally switched up his character.

Yes, he was influenced by the bond (which reminds me of the whole nesting situation of the last episode, which I must admit was very entertaining) which made him more loving yadaydaydaya. But everyone shows their love in a different way, sparrow Ben' type of loving is in no way shape or form sweettalking and grossly cutesy forms of affaction.

You might think so (the writers apparently did) but I surely disagree.

So his personality was, as you might guess, also out of the window.

His talking brings me to my next point. The dialogue.

I'm not sure if its just me, but it was so.goddamn.messy.

It was no dialogue, it was just a bomb of one liners aiming for nothing.

It had no feeling, no personality. Its as if the writers saw the one liners we liked, pasted them into an ai engine, and let it spit out 100 new ones to fill the movie.

I would like to give specific examples, but it happened all.the.time. If you dont believe me, watch the last episode. The only in character person was Victor (even though he's not my bestie, I loved that they stayed true to his character) with wanting to save his siblings, standing up to their father, wanting to keep his peace but always choosing to help his siblings no matter how much they hurt him in the past.

He was the only one who felt like the same person as the other season. Even Reggie was a goddamn mess (and thats something to say about that uptight bastard)

Now this part is purely personal. But the plot? The scenes? The entire construction was such a mess.

First of all. 7 years in that station? 7years? Youre telling me that super smart old man Five didnt think to look at those lines first before stepping in that train? You think "I must know everything and enything about everything and anything" Five didnt look up, took a good glance at those letters and knew. "Mhmm. Thats that weird writing my father used. How bout I try to TRANSLATE it BEFORE i step on this mystery train?"

If you think him stepping on a random train, not even looking at the map he picked up is in charcater? Sincerely, quit shitting my dick cuz no way you think that.

And then him giving up on finding his siblings? He was in an apocalypse for what? 50 years? And he always kept the stupid eye, thinking it might save his siblings. And now, here he is, giving up on them cuz he' a lil lost in daddy's train station?

Babes, you cant be serious.

Im aware that this post is very opinionated, and perhaps negative, but thats just how itll be. But if you feel offended by anything here, I do apologise. I love the series aswell, but his season, felt more like a 12 year old' followup story of season 3 (and that is not to say that 12 yo' cant write, cuz some of them r amazing, but you get the idea) and I cant believe they actually funded this.

And that is not to start about the decisions they made. Ben making them drink the marigold? Five not just going back to that moment if he could time travel (which he coulve bcz him and Lila went back to the "present" which is 7 years earlier than when they were stuck). Then stop them from drinking the Sake/Marigold. Merging the marigold with Jennifer and everything is fixed? Bcz they didnt have their powers anymore?

Either way

I might follow up on this, I might not.

But I do hope that some share my opinion, even if many dont.

Bye loves!

[l-norris]

The summerbreak is over and the Dutch GP is underway!

Honestly, I can feel the years subtracted of my life already, heh.

DISCLAIMER: Remember that this is just for shits and giggles, I'm not trying to actually hate on any of the drivers cuz all (most) of them are very dear to me!

As always - numbers in brackets = lap numbers

- Formation lap is on

- Welcome back to F1, where your hairs grey in a matter of seconds

- Mom I'm scared

- it fuckem wimdy

- heart rate through the roof, anxiety growing

- Lando don't bottle the start please🙏🏻

- It's lights out and away we go!

- ... UGHHH

- death, taxes, Lando bottling the start

- (not actually him but more like the car)

- Didn't even make it to the first turn this time

- 'Red Bull aren't fast' MY ASS

- To be fair Oscar's start was also kinda meh

- so much wheelspin

- Kevin locks up on lap 1 too

- Max pulls away (8)

- "Lando who are we racing?" Uuuuuh... everyone??

- Some battling and overtaking from Lewis (10)

- Spicy battle between Carlos and Pierre (11)

- "We are on Plan A"

- FERRARI🤨

- Just a quick note that Lando actually keeps up with Max

- Alex pits (13)

- Lando in DRS window

- Lewis is on the chase (16)

- It's getting spicy up front

- Boys. Behave.

- "There are no smiles on the Red Bull pit wall. Only grimaces." Good!

- Lando overtakes Max! (18)

- Masterpiece of an overtake

- Guanyu pits (20)

- Lando pulls away (21)

- Wind is picking up

- Bro I was looking away for two minutes and Lando is 3 seconds ahead??

- Lewis pits (24)

- Charles pits (25)

- George pits (26)

- Ferrari got their shit together also?

- rare Ferrari W

- Max pits (28)

- makes me nervous

- Lando pits (28)

- left front issue😀

- But he overcuts Max!

- Sheer, dumb luck, McLaren. Sheer, dumb luck.

- We currently have a McLaren 1-2

- Lando fastest lap (32)

- Only three people left who haven't pitted yet

- Hello McLaren? Are you gonna pit Oscar anytime soon?

- Now's the time (34)

- Charles is third in THAT SHITBOX?!

- Pierre unsafe release

- Lando is now 8 seconds ahead of Max (36)

- Lance speeding in pitlane

- Lando is now 9 seconde ahead of Max (38)

- Pre-Miami me would have an aneurysm

- Lance 5-second-penalty

- Oscar is in George's rear

- GET HIM!

- Oscar is now fourth

- Lando is now 10 seconds ahead of Max (40)

-Kevin gets OBLITERATED by MULTIPLE cars

- Alex is almost in the points

- Why is Max gaining all of a sudden

- Nevermind just a moment of weakness I guess

- Lando is now 11 seconds ahead of Max (44)

- Sorry I'll stop lmao

- Oscar is chasing down Charles

- While Carlos is stuck behind Checo

- Why are McLaren so positive that a Safety Car will come out (47)

- There hasn't been a single yellow flag or retirement so far what are you lot planning

- Carlos finally passes Checo

- Lewis pits (49)

- I know I said I'd stop but 13 SECOND LEAD?? INSANE (51)

- Bro's gonna be a whole pitstop ahead at the end of this

- Very demure. Very mindful.

- A few pitstops happen (54)

- 15 laps to go

- Nothing is happening (59)

- Rare Lando footage on Live TV (62)

- Lewis P14 to P8 btw

- Ferrari flop era is no more

- Fernando passes Nico (64)

- The rookie is in the points now

- Quick update: 18 seconds gap between Lando and Max (66)

- You're doing amazing sweetie

- Nor Ver Lec Podium looking real nice rn (67)

- 5 laps to go!

- Dead silence in the McLaren garage

- 20 SECOND LEAD NOW HOLY SHIT

- 3 laps to go!

- LET'S GO LANDO!

- FINAL LAP!

- RAAAAAAAAAAAH

- 21 SECONDS NOW

- ANY SECOND NOW!

- HE WINS IT!

- SECOND WIN FOR LANDO NORRIS

- POLE, WIN, FASTEST LAP AND DRIVER OF THE DAY!

- GRAND. SLAM.

- He's very calm, very collected.

- Weekend saved, thanks Lando👍🏻

- Also Charles is back on the podium

- No more 'Terrible day for Tifosi'

- CHAMPAGNE POP!

What. A. Race.

Awesome way to start back into the second half of the season. I'm on an all-time high right now, hahaha. Really happy for Lando, and also happy for Charles to be back on the podium!

[sukirichi]

OH MY GODDDDDD CANON OMIYN KISS OMIYN KISS OMIYN KISSS, WE DID IN LIKE HALF A YEAR WHAT IRIS COULDNT DO IN FIVE YEARS IR WHATEVER 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ she can keep suna - or well… not suna :v

that chapter was insane tho, i hope iris develops a pregnancy ick to vanilla and projectile vomits every time she enters the room. i also know that rintarou’s little act is gonna bite his ass sooooooo hard, like brother pls you’ve never made a single good decision in your life and i know his ass can’t stand iris rn so 😗😗😗 i think no matter how in love yn was before this, it’s not gonna matter anymore, cuz there’s genuinely only so much someone can take before they mentally just cannot handle the heartbreak and disappointment anymore, going forward i think rintarou and yn are gonna work as a team to fight back against the queen, but they’ll never be lovers again me thinks.

that’s okay tho, cuz omi exists and he’s hot and he loves us and the rings mean nothing anymore!!! like genuinely, yn needs to realise morality and ethics are tossed aside when both parties essentially agree on a partner swap 😭 kissing a married man doesn’t matter when his wife is carrying YOUR HUSBANDS BABY LIKEEEE??? stand up yn…. babygirl you’re better than this…. omi’s a good man….. 😔😔😔 it’s time to move on from rinta, he wouldn’t milk a cow for you like omi would 😔

but i do understand, rintarou’s manipulation is harder to shake since despite his words, he genuinely was in love with her and his actions reflected that. it’s hard to rationalise that you need to leave and put yourself first, when the man you vowed to love for eternity through thick and thin and better or worse is like…. a total walking “woe is me” pity party. rintarou’s fatal flaw is that he believes he’s smart, but he’s honestly the most naive character in the story - and we can see him slowly learning, but he’s constantly on the offence when he should really be defence. the queen is good at attacking because she’s got years of experience on how to pick and choose her battles and fight (metaphorically) quick and aggressively, rintarou doesn’t have that.

anyways, banger chapter suki, i’m gonna reread it for the omiyn moments again, need to hear that man whimpering atp 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

(also you don’t have to answer my long ass multi chapter analysis ask if it’s overwhelming, i know it’s like a massive chunk of text, so it would also clog up the dash 😭)

- shhh anon

(ask sent before ch18)

HELL YEAH we managed to do what iris couldn’t in five years lmao 😭 GASP. not you calling him not suna LMFAO. you’re so right though, it’d be nearly impossible for them to work out as lovers after everything that happened between them but it is very likely they will team up together when they have a mutual enemy!

he wouldn’t milk a cow for you like omi would AGDKQLPQ honestly tho omi would do ANYTHING for us! he’s a good man, savannah 😭 and oh god yes that’s like the whole point of rintaro’s character and why he’s so hard to like but also difficult to completely turn away from. i read in some psychology books before that when actions are paired with sweet words, there’s a bigger chance that it leaves quite an impact and right now, rin is half half like he is genuinely in love now but just not... doing and saying the right things so it makes you wonder that like!! what could he be hiding!! why can’t he just be genuine!! and yes so correct, he IS the most naive character in the story like even atsumu has more guts and brains than him bcos we literally saw him pull shady shit just to keep his image good 😭 yes he SHOULD be on the defence ugh i love that, this is why he was never gonna win against the queen because the queen is experienced and knows and controls EVERYTHING in the kingdom. the only reason iris was ever able to one-up the queen is because her mother gave her evidence that the queen was the one who wanted the king gone 😭 also shhh anon thank you SO MUCH for always taking the time to send me your thoughts and theories, i appreciate you so much!! 💓🌷💫

[writing-hat]

Was rewatching Hands of Time because I wanna get Nya right for my fic (I know I won't but this is an attempt), and I am suddenly remembered of Karlof.

Why is there a metal master? Isn't Cole supposed to be the earth master?

So! Here's why Cole can't metal bend - at least not now, not in this universe, and/or not in my head

Everyone has their own opinions! And this is just me speculating I guess! You can skip if this bores you lmao

Okay for those that are reading my insane and ridiculous overthinking that makes sense for me but might not for everyone cuz I can't explain shit (also cuz yknow this is a lego show for kids all of this wasn't thought through lmao)

So Metal Bending from ATLA is something that always makes me go insane because it is super well brought up AND built up. Because, yknow, Toph is a fucking badass and she's the best actually no contest here I don't take criticism- BUT BUT it's something that somehow feels expected because of how well she handles her powers and how it works when it comes to earth benders

Now for Cole, and earth masters in general, this wouldn't work in my mind, because I feel like the ninjas powers work more in a- "magical" way?

NOW YOU KNOW ME, this does not mean magic doesn't work with physics of our world, yaddi yadda, yknow how crazy I am when it comes to powers being handled with a price, and actually thinking of physics (to an extend, I didn't major in that for a reason LMAO). But it does occur to me that the connections between powers work differently in Ninjago compared to ATLA

This is also why Nya wouldn't be able to blood bend in my mind (EVEN IF THAT'S FUCKING COOL and I want to see content of it always and forever (are there any content on it actually harrass me if there is I wanna see that)), because she's not that kind of close to water, but she is close to it in an other way?

How would I explain that. Hm.

So like imagine a path, and it bifurcates in two different kinds of fields, but it still started from the same branch. Here, one becomes the bender of the matter, reaching potential as badass as blood bending, while the other masters it, understanding how it works to its fundamental, going as far as fusing with the element itself ; it's what makes it so that fire benders can bend lightning, and why that can't be for the ninjas/masters. Because it was never meant to be that.

This comes with the idea that the "Illusion of Separation" is a thing in ATLA! Which, I think would also be the case in Ninjago IF the FSM hadn't seperated them (the powers)- but I still don't know how to explain my thoughts there, other then to say the FSM had all powers before and there's no way he didn't use them at the same time or make them fuse (yknow aside wind and water of course) but he stopped that when he decided to pass it on future masters? something?

And that's why Karlof is the Master of Metal. It got seperated.

(doesn't that mean it can be brought back together? Lloyd I'm looking at you)

ALSO! I think what's taken into account here is the differences between metal and dirt, rocks and such. The chemical/physical differences, how iron is but a mineral in most cases incrusted too deep into the rock before brought back and used to make pure iron (or something idk the exact names) or used to make steel (with carbon levels being too high but yeah this goes to deep I'll stop now) (also if I'm wrong please tell me I'm not a scientist and idk that much on the subject (I think that shows))

More so, Toph's powers and bending works with WAVES! Cole's doesn't (yet, because if he can actually cause earthquakes then O BOI)

Not only that, but they are all born with those powers, and it's hard to master. But for the ninjas, they're "on their own", in way that the generations before them didn't get to teach them shit before they poofed out, and those that are left behind are people that were as clueless as them- looking at the Smith Parents, or even Wu! Who prbably has to learn everything from his father's scrolls because the FSM is a piece of crap actually (not sure how he's handled in the books but rn in my mind he is a piece of crap with how Wu and Garmadon react to most things (that's another talk a bit more Encanto flavored (generational trauma yknow)))

Also, there's the fact that it took so long for the show to show us Cole control the earth from a distance! Usually, his powers are associated with strength- which is in my opinion a huge waste of talent, BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT'S REALLY COOL! You know what I mean?

BUT COLE, even if he doesn't bend metal, there are other things that come with earth powers, things I CAN'T WAIT TO write about, but won't speak for here since I'm still working on it (also they might actually suck but Idc I'm having fun lol)

I wouldn't be surprised if other people found about these abilities tho. Y'know it's the internet! Lots of people think of the same thing

But uh yeah! I guess that's it?

Thanks for reading, and see ya!

(Also if you think I'm wrong about some things, which I prbbly am, or if you wanna add things, correct some of my stuff and all, you're welcomed to do so! I'm always open to being told I'm wrong LMAO)

[marshmallowprotection]

Hey Kait so um i have a one shot request....and yeah its yoosung centric ofc

Can i have a fic where MC has an emotional outburst over his self sacrificial shit. Cuz idk i dont like the idea of seeing my partner constantly trying to prove himself to be "worthy of love" and not recognising how much MC values him as well.

The context could be any situation where he had gotten badly hurt cuz of his stupid hero complex. It could be like in the aftermath of Bad Ending 3 where he got badly hurt someway or somewhere after the good/normal ending. This guy really makes me insane

Yoosung never expected to see tears of frustration in your eyes when he saw you again. He never expected to you see again, actually, but it stung all the same to see you cry over him. You were happy he was in one piece, of course, but after you embraced him and wept at how it pained you to not know whether he was dead or alive, you cried at his choices that caused his capture to happen to begin with.

You cried at his decision to throw his life away.

He didn't think about his well-being. He didn't think about what his life was worth. He didn't think about anything that mattered at that moment when there were a hundred other choices that could've been made. He sacrificed his life and safety to not only let Seven get away from that place, but in the name of protecting the RFA members and most of all, you. He didn't think about trying to come up with another plan.

He decided his only choice was to give up his life in the name of what he believed to be the greater good. Even though you told him that he could make others choices, that he could do something different for himself, and that he could've listened to the others, not just Seven in what to do next. You were thankful that he was willing to take a risk to protect you, but at every corner, you sobbed, at every corner he tried to something that would cause him to lose his life or lose everything in the process.

Yoosung didn't have to lose his life to have your love or your respect. You were proud of him as he was. You understood that he wanted to help Seven protect you, but it didn't change the fact that he didn't... he didn't think! He jumped to the most extreme answer no matter the outcome because he wanted to prove himself to be capable as your hero!

As someone who could take care of you just as much as anyone else could. But, you didn't need a hero!

You needed Yoosung!

"I didn't need you to throw your life away for me, Yoosung!"

"He would've hurt you if I didn't do something!"

"You didn't have to try to die to protect me, Yoosung! There are other choices, there are always other choices you can make! Do you think I wanted you to get hurt because of me? I didn't! I never wanted you to risk your life for me to begin with! You don't need to be superhero for me! You don't have to be strong the way you think you do!" You wept, arms trembling at your sides as you held yourself tightly.

"I want you to be with me so we can stand side by side! I want to be strong with you! I don't want to walk behind you while you take any risks that come our way! I am so happy to know you love me, that it doesn't matter what comes your way, you'll always try to be there to save me, but I don't love that your first reaction is to throw your life away! It's like you want to die, Yoosung! You didn't think about what came next! You thought about what a hero would do!"

His face fell as he stared at his lap and bandaged hands that seemed to mock him now. He was only trapped at Mint Eye for a matter of... a two weeks but those two weeks had been hell. It felt like the pain the man gave him would never end... but he thought... he thought that a villain would make good on their promise to not go further than that deal. But, he thought wrong.

Because, if he was a man of his word, Seven wouldn't have had to have saved you in the nick of time from the apartment before it...

It crumbled.

What good was a sacrifice if it was never a sacrifice to begin with?

"But... if Seven stayed..."

"Seven has combat training," you added. "He knows how to fight bad guys! If you would've distracted that guy long enough, he could have done something so you wouldn't have had to even consider what you did! What if, what if, what if! You didn't even consider what if! You did what you thought would make you a hero! You are my hero, because you were willing to face danger for me, but... you didn't have to try to die to be my hero! Being a hero doesn't mean you throw your life out the window every time danger calls!"

...It didn't?

But, how could he be worthy of you if he didn't prove it?

"But, I... I wanted to be worthy... of..."

That was when you spun away from him and he knew he messed up. Even if you were together again, it didn't deny the pain he caused you that day. He never wanted to hurt you. "You don't have to do anything to be worthy of love, Yoosung. Love doesn't come with a stipulation. You are worthy... I just don't know why you won't believe me. I need... I need some air. I'll be outside."

He was left alone.

Alone to muse the weight of his choices.

As grateful as you were, as happy as you were, his choice hurt you and him in the process.

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather x

Warnings: profanity, age gap , daddy kink , mature themes , sexual content , sex , fingering , oral sex(fem rec) , angst , crying ,grammatical mistakes , other shit

Jake x fem reader

18+ mdni

Previous chaper

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You were woken when you heard Jake's phone ringing. At first you were annoyed by it , but then memories of last night sunk in .

A smile creeped on your face as you realise you were in bed with Jake's body almost thrown over yours. You feel him lazily stretch over to the night stand to grab his phone .

"hello?" You hear Jake talk once the ringing stopped, his voice hoarse and tired, it still gave you butterflies.

"i heard you're fucking 15year olds now . Move on a little to fast now don't you think Jacob ?" You heard a sharp shill woman's voice faintly from Jake's phone making you turn to look at him with wide eyes and he immediately sat up and moved away from you so you couldn't hear the rest of the conversation.

You sat up too as jake further moved off the bed and held his hand out to you , signalling you to stay on the bed.

"the fuck- Who is this?" Jake asks , his eyebrows knotted in anger as he makes eye contact with you .

"put it on speaker" you whisper to Jake who then shakes his head and puts his finger to his mouth , signalling you to stay quiet .

"but I wanna hear what she's saying!" You whisper shout as you try to move off the bed and go to him but he nudged you back to the bed before you could get up, giving you a glare.

You decide to listen to him and sat back down on your knees on the bed , staring at Jake as he listened to the woman talk on the phone .

"listen I don't know what the fuck you understood by me saying 'were over' cuz I'm sure i made it pretty goddamn clear . but if you're so hard of understanding, I'll just say it again...WE'RE DONE . So don't fucking call me again and talk shit about something you couldn't even begin to understand" Jake says before he abruptly hung up, his tone was hurting your ears so early in the morning.

You watched as he did something on his phone , seemingly blocking the number.

"who was that?" You ask.

"no one baby , go back to sleep it's alright" Jake says as he puts his phone back on the nightstand and got back into bed with you .

"just tell me" you speak as your voice strains , trying hard not to cry. You move back to your side of the bed as he gets back under the sheets.

"y|n" Jake sighs as he pulls you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry. That was just Carrie. She seemed insane. We don't need to care about her and what she says okay?" He soothes as he pets your head and kissed it .

"okay" you nod , pulling away from him to wipe your face .

"we're late for work" you say as you turn to move of the bed but he grabs you .

"it's Sundayy. " He whines . "Get back in here right now" he opens out his arms to you , wasting no time to cuddle into his embrace .

He hums in content as he takes a deep sniff of your hair , wriggling to get as close as he could. His arms tightly holding you against him .

It was rare for you to have flashbacks . But just then you did.

You remembered one night when Jake was around 16 years old , Your dad was high and out of control and threatened to hit you and it turned into a huge beat down between your dad and Jake

You remembered by the end Jake was sitting on the couch all bleeding and brusied up as you tended to his wounds. You realised you'd been drawn to him in many ways . You remembered wiping the blood off his cut lip and having the urge to kiss him, but you dared not to.

You remembered how he hugged you once you were done and began to cry because he 'couldn't do much to give you a better life' . He promised to always look after you and be there for you no matter what . And it almost gave you chills that he's still stuck to that promise all these years later .

From there you began remembering other times that Jake was the sweetest human being to you. You remembered the feeling of outmost joy whenever you saw the kiszka's car pull up . He was always your favourite and always will be .

You were thrown out from your thoughts when you realised how Jake was literally in your arms . He was fast asleep now, his breath slow and deep.

You turned to try and slip out of his grasp but he whined and pulled you back into him .

"I wanna pee" you say but you realise Jake was still fast asleep. So you try again , slipping out of his arms slowly and quietly.

You made it to the door and decided to wash up and make some breakfast. It was the least you could do for him , after all he'd done for you.

You almost felt sick with the feeling of being so indebted to him . He's looked out for you for your whole life , always there when you needed someone.

He gave you a guitar and an opportunity to chase your dream . He gave you a home , a job. The only way to pay off that debt was to do the same for him and stay with him and at least try to give him back the love he deserved.

But that was easy to do . You were sure if you had to meet Jake as a stranger you would still fall completely head over heels for him regardless. Loving him was the easiest thing to do .

"y|n!" You hear Jake call out for you while you were almost done with making breakfast.

"I'm in the kitchen!" You yell back as you focus on the last pancake on the pan.

Few moments later and you hear dragged footsteps coming your way. The pancake was done so you took it off the pan and turned off the stove and before you could turn around Jake leaned himself into you , holding your hips as he buried his face into your neck , peppering kisses there and making you giggle.

"Jake" you giggle as you turn to turn to face him. His hands were back on your hips without any intention of letting you go, pining you against the counter.

"why'd you leave me alone?" Jake asks with a slight frown on his face , he was still sleepy.

"I didn't- I was only making breakfast for you" you brush his hair out of his face .

"you don't need to do all that , i got my breakfast right here" he says as he slids his hands down to your ass and picks your up and throws your over his shoulder in a second.

"Jake!" You gasp as you grab onto him for balance as he walks fast back to his room before tossing you on the bed gently.

You propped yourself on your elbows so you could watch as he disappeared by your legs , kneeling on the floor between your legs as they hung off the bed.

You lifted your legs to rest your feet on the edge of the bed , opening up to jake as his hands wrapped around your thighs, kissing the exposed skin on your inner thigh

Your cheeks were red hot and your body was shaking in anticipation. You were already dripping just by the distance his face was from your heat and the way his sleepy eyes stared up at you .

Your eyebrows were raised in a tight knot of desperation and your chest already heaving as you grabbed fists of the sheets under you . Your arms hurt holding yourself up, you wanted to throw your head back into bliss but you also wanted to watch him.

He let out a low hum as he kissed you down your thigh , kissing over the fabric of your tiny baby pink shorts till he reached your heat.

Your eyes rolled back and you tensed up and Jake left sloppy wet kisses over your clothed core . You were already losing it , you were struggling to stay still and struggling to keep your eyes open , you were panting loudly , almost feeling giddy with the pleasure.

"i just can't get enough of you" Jake mumbles , almost like he's talking to himself as he pulls away , his fingers digging into your waistband and pulled your shorts down. You straighten you legs to help slid them off completely before he tossed them away till you were left with nothing .

You spread your legs wider for him as you watched him lean into your heat . You let out a whine as you watched his eyes roll to back of his and flutter closed as he placed a kiss on your wet folds.

His hand came to part at your folds with his index and middle finger, revealing your swollen aching bud that cried for attention. You watched as his tongue stuck out to lick a stripe over it making your legs close in on his head .

But he ignored it and took no mercy on you as his tongue lapped at your over sensitive bud , kissing and sucking on it , making you scream .

Your arms failed you as your head fell onto the bed , your back arching off the bed as you reached down to grab at his head , your fingers tugging and scrambling at his hair . But he still granted you no mercy.

"fuckk!" You screamed out in agony as his teeth subtly nibbled on your sensitive flesh before his tongue worked in every direction possible. Your heart was beating too fast and you couldn't even control the sounds you made.

His hands went back to holding your thighs apart as he stuck his tongue out and bobbed his head into your folds , sucking and slipping his tongue between your folds like a man starved , feeding off your arousal. His moans were muffled but it sent vibrations straight to your core.

"fuck Jake!- Fuck!" You scream as your legs shake violently, the band just about snapping when he stopped , making you let out a out wail of agony.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry I just don't want this to end" he speaks , his breath hot on your core , his words sending chills down your spine. His hands travel up your body, stopping to hold your waist as he leans down to leave open mouthed kisses on your stomach over the thin fabric of your top.

He moves up further , cupping your breasts before his mouth took the liberty to suck on them through your top. Your nails brushed through his hair and you scraped his slap.

Annoyed with the top you were wearing, he pulls the collar down to your chest , causing your boob to spill out , he finally cupped one and took it into his mouth , sucking on it while his tongue teased the nipple .

"Jake please- I can't stand it anymore" you sob , but he ignores you , continuing to your other boob to do the same thing , you could barely keep your eyes open and your face was feverishly hot.

"daddy please" you switch to the petname , Hoping it would make him give you what you wanted.

"I'll get you there baby. Be patient" he says, almost annoyed that you were rushing him. But you couldn't stand the foreplay anymore.

He continued playing and teasing your hardened oversenitive nipple as you rutted your hips up hoping to get some friction.

"what did I say?" He immediately grabs your hips down and glares at you.

"i won't give you what you want if you don't behave" he warns.

"no-! I'll behave! I'm sorry" you apologise.

"good girl" he mumbles before he pushes your top up to your chest , leaving sloppy wet kisses up your navel your and cleavage, sucking hard to leave his mark on you as you hiss slightly.

His hands squeezing your boobs while his thumbs swipped over the nipple, making you arch your back off the bed . It took everything in your not to wriggle for some friction. Your need was getting painfully hard to ignore.

You felt relief when he started to make his way back down , his head between your legs and his hands never leaving your boobs.

You looked down to meet his dark lust blown eyes one last time before your head was thrown back with the action on him eating you out .

You arched and wriggled but never stopped , reaching around your legs to your boobs and teasing them with him thumb. You started thrusting your hips up into his face unintentionally but he didn't seem to mind.

His tongue began fucking into your hole in time with your thrusts as his nose rubbed at your clit . You were a screaming mess , covered in sweat and on the verge of tears.

"please don't stop! please don't stop!" You sobbed out as you felt your band snapping and there was no going back , you felt like you were being eletrictured.

Your heart was was too fast , you felt dizzy and Jake didn't slow down one bit as you body convulsed till you had to literally kick him away from the overstimulation.

You heard his body thud as he fell backwards on his ass but you couldn't get yourself to move. You could barely breathe.

"ow babe!" Jake laughed as he hit the floor , immediately getting back up to check on you while rubbing his ass.

"I'm sorry!" you start laughing as you look down, propping yourself on your elbows before pushing yourself up , still out of breath.

"you okay?" He asks , still chuckling as he scanned your fucked out face.

You nod as he stood off the floor , standing in front of you with a wide grin that remained from his laughter .

"Quite the horse power you got" he says , still rubbing his ass.

"I'm sorryy" you whine with a giggle. He catches your laugh as his hands moved you hold your face , seeping into your scalp behind your ears.

"how about those pancakes now?" He asks as he bends down to give you a quick peck before quickly hurrying to the bathroom to get you a washcloth.

He was hungry indeed , he ate like five pancakes in three seconds.

"-Josh said it sounded like every other riff i make but this one is really good. He's just stupid. I'm going to have it on the song whatever it takes" Jake continued yapping as he ate before his eyes fell to your food which you'd barely nibbled at .

For some reason you couldn't get your mind off that phone call from Jake's ex in the morning. How did she even know ? Who else knows? What do they think of it? Is Jake's career at stake? You felt like jake only went down on you to make you forget about it.

"what's wrong? you haven't eaten anything" he cuts himself off.

"nothing i just- don't really have an appetite" you answer .

"why? Are you okay?" Jake insisted, worry in his eyes as he reached out to you face , moving some hair out of your eyes and holding your chin up for you to keep eye contact with him.

"I'm fine it's nothing" you shake it off.

"what did I tell you about lying to me?" Jake warns subtly.

"i swear. It's nothing. I'm just-" you explain

"just what?" He asks eagerly.

"overthinking?" You shrug.

"about what?" He pushes. his eyes deeply studying your face .

"Jake" you sigh , not wanting to have this conversation right now.

"alright alright. I'll back off . But if it's something I did-" he speaks as grabs his plate and stands up.

"it's not" you cut him off.

"but IF it is , I need you to tell me" he says as he heads over to the sink.

"it's not" you repeat sternly.

"okay then" he says . You could tell the hurt in his voice for you not telling him but he played tough to give you space.

"by the way y|n i was thinking.." he starts in another desperate attempt to engage your mind with something else.

"you should start on finishing those eps you were working on . I want you to open for us at our next show" jake says as you stood off the table and took your plate to the fridge

"Jake-" you sigh , opening the fridge and putting your plate inside.

"i know what you're gonna say" he cuts you off as you close the fridge and face him .

"i don't care about other people that are more talented than you y|n , you don't have to be a musical prodigy. I wasn't as good as you when I was your age is all I'm saying. you're talented and I know you have some genius tunes up your sleeve and I know you have an amazing voice. You deserve this opportunity, I'm not the type to just give it to you just because I'm in love with you" he says as you turn red hot , but he was being serious .

"I'm only trying to give you the opportunity I never had. I wouldn't if I didn't think you deserved it" he says as he steps closer to you.

"thank you Jake I love you " you confess in overwhelm , throwing yourself at him , immediately colliding into a tight hug.

"think nothing of it" he pets your back with a kiss at the top of your head before breaking the hug and stepping back.

"and there's no way you're not finishing your breakfast" he says as he walks past you to the fridge and gets your plate back out.

"jakee" you groan as he puts the plate in the microwave and heats it up for a few seconds , giving you a small smile before the microvave beeped.

"c'mon" he says as he takes the plate out before taking your hand in his free hand and walking you over to the living room .

He sat down on the couch and held the plate out of the way before letting go of your hand and tapping his thigh , signalling you to sit on his lap .

You looked down at him and giggled before getting on his lap . He nudged you to sit side ways with your legs across his lap and your back resting against the arm rest of the couch .

You smiled widely at him , throwing your arm over his shoulders to lean in closer to him giving a quick kiss.

He never stopped smiling either , using the fork in your plate to get a mouthful of pancake before bringing it to your mouth . You were more than happy to take the bite.

"I like this" you say with your mouth half full.

"oh yeah I bet you do" Jake giggled, making you laugh too.

"spoilt brat" he mutters as he gives you another bite which you greatly took .

"you spoil me" you say.

"I do don't i?" Jake says in realisation, but it didn't seem to bother him one bit . He could spoil you forever.

You and Jake had stayed in , cuddling on the couch and watching tv . Until he got a call from Sam to come over for work.

'when you're a musican there's no such thing as having the weekend off' Jake would say . You decided to stay on the couch and watch tv till he came back.

Your eyes were glued to the tv , anxiously waiting for jake to come back when the doorbell rang . You got up to go open the door with zero interest because you knew it wasn't Jake . Jake had the keys.

"Ethan-" your skin grown pale when you see him at the door .

"hey y|n" he says , there's a tone of anger to his voice. You watch as he peeps inside behind you.

"what happened?" He asks , stating the obvious.

"i- i- uh" you stammer , trying to find an explanation, a lie to tell him.

"i thought you were moving out- why are you still here?" He asks, the anger clearly showing. You didn't know what to say .

"you use my car , use my time and then you just fucking ghost me?" His voice raises.

"I'm seeing someone" you blurt out.

"who" he asks after a few seconds of silence. His anger now turning to sadness.

"it doesn't matter Ethan. I need you to leave" you say as you try to close the door .

"don't tell me- it's the guy you're staying with. The guy looking after you?" he says as he hold the door open . You don't answer.

"he's like 10 years older that you?! Isn't he your dad's friend or something y|n what the fuck?" Ethan spits. You still have nothing to say to him .

"please leave Ethan I'm sorry" you say , your voice strains.

"fine. But just so you know , you're just a fucking two faced timeserver slut with daddy issues" he curses , letting go of your door as your eyes brimmed with tears .

"You don't know what the hell you're doing. You're gonna come back to me when you realised this is just some phase" he says as you begin to close the door .

"I bet he's having a field day with you. Daddy dies and leaves young pretty daughter in his perverted hands. And what, you think he loves you?" Ethan swears at Jake , scoffing with a fake laugh .

"go away!" You scream, tears spilling out of your eyes as you finally slam the door shut in his face . He banged the door in anger in response before storming off .

You felt like a dumb child. Was it so insane to be in love with your father's closest friend? Was it so insane to be in love with someone 10 years older . It felt so normal to you for it to bother you .

You sat in the cold empty bathtub with the shower on , crying your eyes out when you heard the doorknob rattle, startling you lightly.

"baby why's the door locked?" You hear Jake call out from behind the door . You wiped your face in panic and stood up .

"I'm just- having a shower!" You yell back as you run your face under the water to wash away the tears . Unfortunately Jake could tell something was off about your voice.

"alright but why'd you lock the door?" Jake asks , his voice sounding worried.

"i- i-" you mumbled blankly , trying to muster up the perfect excuse.

"open this door right now" he almost demands it . And you just stand there , trying to decide what to do in a panicked frenzy.

"y|n! Let me in!" He bangs his hand on the door twice. You were only making it worse by keeping quiet. The only thing you could do was open the door and let him in.

His face turns cold once he sees your red puffy cheeky and teary eyes .

"c'mere" he grabs your wrist and pulls you over to the bed.

"sit" he ordered, his bottom lip kept coming between his teeth like he was trying to bite down his anxiousness and be as calm as possible.

"Jake i-" you stutter.

"I said sit y|n. You're not going anywhere until we figure this out. I can't help you if you don't tell me anything. I can't stand it it's been all day sweetie please" Jake rushed out, unable to keep his calm demeanor anymore.

You said nothing as you sit move back and take a seat on the bed side , facing him .

"talk to me" he says , almost demanding as he sat next to you on the side of the bed , giving you your space but still not too far away.

You close your eyes and take in a deep shaky breath, trying to find the words to tell him what was bothering you.

"c'mon y|n tell me what's bothering you" he pleads.

"I want you jake- I've always wanted you. It's always been you but-" you sigh in frustration.

"I don't want to- I dont want to lose you. I'm afraid we're making a mistake" you start , staring at the floor in front of you before turning to meet his eyes . He looked thrown back and devastated.

"a mistake? w-what does that even mean? What are you saying?" Jake shook his head , forcing out a laugh of pain.

"you don't love me?" He asks as his voice faulters .

"no Jake i do. I really do- you've always looked out for me. You were what my father never was to me- and you see, maybe that's why I love you so much, maybe I'm just confused and lonely and sad- maybe I just have daddy issues" you blurt.

"what if this doesn't work out and we part and I lose you? I can't lose you Jake . You're everything to me . I'm not willing to lose you over my loneliness and daddy issues" you continue.

"d-daddy issues?" Jake repeats before bursting out into unpleasant laughter, he stood up and paced to the door .

"Jake-" you try to talk . He clearly looked upset.

"where is all this even coming from!? We were fine! We were fine just this morning !? Was it that phone call?" Jake yelled , frustration on his face.

"I've- I've just- been thinking about it alot and-" you stutter as you talk , not wanting to hurt him anymore than you already have.

"no-" was all Jake could say out. Shaking his head .

"I've heard enough" he said before he grabbed the door handle and wrenches the door opened, slamming the door as he left.

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[meowburgerz]

BAILEY HEADCANONS!!!!! I AM FUCKING INSANE

HE IS WASIAN!!!!!! CHINESE/BRITISH DO NOT FUCKING FIGHT ME ON THIS.

8 INCHES UNCUT SLIGHT CURVE TO THE LEFT BIG HEFTY HAIRY BALLS. THICK ASS PUBES. SUPER FUCKING VEINY.

he uses the same cologne everyday no matter what. it went off sale like 8 years ago. he gets it specially made.

started smoking when he was like 15. would sneak out of the youth ward just for a smoke.

he trims his body hair but that's it. theres so much of it he kinda just gave up. very hygenic though

needs a white noise machine to sleep, he doesnt like dead silence.

speaking of sleep. he has pretty silk pyjamas and a fluffy sleeping mask and a cute teddy bear. it is called bailey jr.

bad habit of talking to himself when hes alone!!! if you walk by his office you can hear him muttering a bunch of shit

played a gameboy ONCE because an orphan asked him ever so nicely to finish a hard level for him. it was literally this

EVERYONE GATHER ROUND BAILEY IS PLAYING MARIO!!!!

hes ambidextrous. can write backwards upside down right to left YOU NAME IT. smart smart man

he hid every photo of him as a kid. he had a late growth spurt so he used to be realllyyyyyy tiny

stupid idiot bisexual man (self indulgent)

he has persistent back problems but he plays it off pretty well... you may or may not hear a click when he stands up 😰

REALLY FUCKING SMART. sort of a given. but hes smarter than u think. x10. +6. x10 again

CUTENESS AGGRESSION. he loves cats but he gets so sjgkhlslskskfkfks whenever he sees one. has to physically stop himself from squeezing it

one (1) sharp tooth. canine on one side. when he smiles he looks evil cuz of it. adorable

he always has the latest phone and struggles to use it. max volume max brightness uses one finger to type leather wallet case. oh my god.

beautiful joined up handwriting. looks like it was done with a luxury fucking feather pen

loves good food. huge foodie. passes the cafe and thinks hrrn. i shouldnt buy another cream bun. (blacks out) he got another cream bun.

orphans using modern slang around him. in 2021 the kids kept calling him sus imposter and he nearly exploded with rage

has recieved SO many bottles of baileys alcohol as presents. he doesnt mind it thou

deep ass guttural fucking laugh. whole room vibrates. you are shaking. he is full of glee

LOVES LEGO. his shelves in his flat are filled with intricate lego builds. mostly star wars related because theyre huge and complex and he loves to challenge himself

cries watching animal rescue videos. tbh

cares more about animals than people, why else would he be so apathetic!!!!!!!

[camibarbz]

3. The O.C.

4 years later and I'm back. It's safe to say that I'm somewhat of an expert at this show. I rewatch it at least twice a year. Let me just say CINEMATIC ART. Josh Schwartz actually ate down with this one. Okay here's my little spoiler warning -> SPOILERS AHEAD

The first episode is probably one of the best pilot episodes I've ever seen. From the beginning we get angst, we get drama, we get humor. Ugh it's just SO SO GOOD. Like are you joking? I can't even comprehend my thoughts I love this show. "Who are you?" "Whoever you want me to be." LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING. The soundtrack was iconic. The fashion, iconic. Some of the most quotable things. It was the perfect amount of drama for a teen show without going over the top (sorry Riverdale) and it was just so funny.

Character Review:

Marissa Cooper wasn't the worst person in the world, she was just hella misunderstood with a wacky mom and family. She is the human embodiment of a cry for help. Her mother is as they say - Julie Cooper. Although she loves her daughter, she loves status more. Some of her ideas were great, they just lacked in execution. And I know Marissa could be a pain, but she just needed help and love. She should've gotten that psychiatric help. But alas, she stays to add fuel to the fire. What is a teen drama without drama. She is such a nuanced character and I will not stand for the slander (maybe some but like SHE'S NOT ALL BAD CMOONN) She definitely did not deserve to leave the way she did. #rip

Ryan Atwood, the ultimate broody bad boy who's really a softie at heart. Literally could not catch a break. Went to jail (bc his brother wanted to steal a car) His girlfriend shot his brother (and we got a hilarious SNL skit out of it), burned down a staging home (luke's fault but still), got a girl pregnant (allegedly) and then she miscarried (lies), fell in love with Marissa (#rip) always felt like he had to fix everything for everyone (his downfall) became a cage fighter (cuz Marissa #rip) got kicked out of school senior year (cuz of Marissa #rip) came back to school (yay!) (my timeline if fked). I know his need to fix everything for everyone came from having to lock in throughout his childhood, but alas (again) where would the show be without it. Marissa was his real true love, no matter how toxic it was. They were literally written for each other. And super unpopular opinion but his relationship with Taylor near the end was cute! It might've been just what he needed. He was funny unintendedly and I loved the ongoing lore that he couldn't lie to save his life. and he was hot. NEXT

Seth mfking Cohen. I think the thing that got me was that he was just hella charming. He was a little shit, but his charm and humor got him through the show without being absolutely insufferable. Like all characters, he has his flaws but his character was there to make sure we weren't dark and gloomy all the time. I truly hope that after the time jump, he actually became a real person and not just a funny spoiled brat who is now an adult and married the love of his life. Now that I think about it, he didn't ever really have a true character arc, but at least he was goofy and funny. He's a perfectly imperfect character who has a purpose and executes it flawlessly.

Summer Roberts, loml. My favorite character of the series. From season 1, she has an EXPONENTIAL character arc. She turns from certified mean girl to a certified baddie with a heart as big as the sun. She always ate down with her outfits, had insane one liners, and was the one girl to always LOCK INNN when they needed her. When she actually ended up being a genius, I was OBSESSED. I liked how they approached this storyline as opposed to how Glee did it with Brittany. NO NOTES!

My favorite episode of the whole show was the one where they got locked in the mall after sorting clothes for the clothing drive. I love love love when shows do something fun to balance out the dread and drama. Them rolling around with the hockey masks looking like Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th was funny asf.

Rating: 9/10

minus 1 because (shockingly) i did not enjoy season 3. I didn't hate season 4 as much as everyone else, but the most insufferableness occurred during season 3 for me. Like Marissa's public school arc. Like Volchek (UGH) Like Johnny. #rip johnny but like BRUH CHILL OUT> However all the other points because of my favorite tv dad Sandy Cohen for saving the day (except when he cheated on his wife, that was so not cool sandy).

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post season 1 lost character rankings <3 post is about to be long as fuck btw. heart

jack… i’m such a jack girl sorry for being predictable but he’s exactly my type of character… he has a hero complex and big brown eyes filled with tears he can’t save everyone but he has to try…

kate of course!!! blueprint for emma swan in many ways…. the coolest girl on lost island… her cunty 2000s layered tank tops and low rise bootcut jeans in exodus went crazy also but that is neither here nor there i just didn’t get a chance to mention it before. anyway. literally you always wanna run away katie!!!

sayid <3 THE it girl of lost island. he’s like if The Smart One was a heartthrob. you knowwww i’ve always been a sayid girl (ok yes naveen andrews was in ouat but my love for sayid is only like. 40% coming from that loyalty ok) he’s so. he’s the tech guy he’s the soldier he’s leading hikes he’s triangulating the signal he’s sooo kind he’s obsessed with the worst woman on the island he’s literally besties with kate he looks SO GOOD in his tank tops and i love him…

claire and YES i will acknowledge my emilie de ravin bias. it doesn’t matter what claire as a character is like, that’s my friend belle from the tv from middle school, we were in the trenches together, i love her always, claire makes the top five and that’s FINAL. peace and love <3 also she’s like basically mary from the bible for real

sun… she’s just cool and nice and lovely and her husband suckssss but she loves him and wants him to love her like he used to and she’s growing a garden and helping jack with medicinal stuff and everybody likes her cuz she’s just cool and nice!!!

shannon. and i ask you. did she really do anything wrong? don’t answer that. i’m a feminist. she’s like. there is flop in her slay eras and slay in her flop eras. and she’s soooo sad right now and she needs to keep all of her brother’s things because she doesn’t know how to exist in the world without him and she’s folding his old clothes because she’s anal and she speaks french but only barely because she knew this guy and she wants to help but she’s been a princess her whole life and she doesn’t know how to change but she has to and she’s maybe overcommitted to her zigzag hair part because she thinks beauty is her only currency and now she’s taking care of this kid’s dog because he picked her because he thought it would help her and she won’t say it but she loves these people so much and she doesn’t know how to show it and she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she doesn’t know how to carry it all!!!!!!!! i’m normal about her.

charlie has consistently been a favorite of mine but i’m just anticipating the inevitable season 2 heroin relapse storyline and i hateeeee it. but i do love charlie <3 i like how he has this insane devotion to claire for no reason other than he just wants to be nice and help her. he’s just a lovely guy…

walt and his cute little kid swagggg. his henry mills realness seriously. he’s about to be like. severely written out rip but we LOVED him here <3 when he gave his dog to shannon…. oh my god….

boone gets to not be near the bottom even though he was a total freak because well. no one else gave me joke material like him… he fucked that old man fr…. and then he died… and frankly those episodes on his death and leading up to it were so crazy i can’t not just forgive him for the freak shit. sorry for being an apologist for the guy who was in love with his sister. i mean be real though i’m a cassie girl i’m predisposed to forgive worse shit like that. maybe he only projected love onto her because she’s the only woman he knows. and he’s gay. idk. it doesn’t matter anyway who cares

jin. i actually kind of like jin now i like his dynamic with michael a lot and i think in season two he’ll get over the whole oh boohoo poor me i got roped into the mafia and i can’t tell my wife even though it would be good for our relationship to not have secrets. i forgive him. i hope michael or someone else tries to learn korean to better communicate with him though i don’t just want it to be jin having to learn english. like don’t act like michael wouldn’t try at least…

which of course brings us to michael. i like michael but he’s also kind of just not as interesting as the other characters. i imagine though that the 2004 writers room was overwhelmingly white and therefore just did not do as well writing the characters of color, so i’ll grant michael that forgiveness. i do like him i think the situation with walt is crazytown

hurley. not even my ouat bias could save hurley from being third to last. i don’t have a problem with him it’s just. he’s the comedic relief yk. and he IS funny, but like. idk. kinda like what’s going on with him and the numbers i hope that gets cool in s2

locke. booooo locke. an enemy of jack’s is an enemy of mine!! we’re gonna have a locke problem!! also i’m literally still upset about how he handled the boone situation. imagine you have trauma from your dad hurting you to help himself and then you meet a younger guy who looks up to you as a sort of father/mentor figure and you end up hurting him to help yourself and you have zero self awareness about it. kill yourself old man. your ass is not breaking the cycle.

sawyer. just. ….😒 remember when shannon was having an asthma attack and could have died and sawyer made it seem like he had her inhaler and told kate he’d give it to her if she kissed him. which is already icky. and then kate did it. and then he was like oh yeah btw i don’t have the inhaler haha! like. can you kill yourself.

and if i were asked to name my favorite episodes of the season? well most recently i loved do no harm, but all jack’s episodes were great to me so also white rabbit and all the best cowboys have daddy issues. and deus ex machina was crazy as well. and the moth. and exodus part one specifically but all three parts were pretty great too. born to run was also good! and can i be frank. can i say something we might not like. hearts and minds was a great episode… yes it’s the incest episode i know i was there… but speaking from a standpoint of like. what makes a tv episode a Good TV Episode, it kinda went crazy. i mean did we see the twist coming? for sure not! that’s tv! sometimes the point of tv is to make you go 😟 and well. hearts and minds did that…