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butterflyinthewell · 3 years ago

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Raditz headcanons!

(Warning: some nsfw text ahead! Scroll to the second picture to avoid it.)

The funny stuff:

Raditz fucks. He calls himself a slut because he fucks often and he’s good at it.

He is happy to suck dick, eat pussy and eat ass for money. He’s not picky as long as the presented part is clean.

He’s proudly bisexual.

His dick is huge. Monstrous.

He loves to land on a planet he’s going to decimate and shmooze, go to bars, get drunk, say he’ll let them live if the sex is good, fuck whoever offers and kill everyone there anyway.

He rawed Zarbon’s brains out because Zarbon said he doubted Saiyajins could fuck. Zarbon still refuses to admit it’s the best dick he ever got in his life. All Raditz has to do is grab at his own crotch around Zarbon and that pretty jerk gets all flustered.

Raditz loves to be naked. He’s immodest and an exhibitionist, so he only wears clothes because he gets tired of people yelling at him to put some on.

He’s that guy who will eat the most disgusting food item or food mixture you put in front of him just to gross out everyone watching. Ice cream with toothpaste? Pop tarts with ketchup on them? Something alive and wiggly? Sure, he’ll eat it without flinching and watch you squirm.

He’s an expert troll. No, he’s a god-tier troll.

Once, he pranked the Ginyu Force by making Guldo stink. Guldo has no sense of smell, so Raditz smeared rotten meat all over the inside of his armor once while the little guy was in the showers. It took a week to figure the stink out, but nobody knew Raditz did it.

He can do a pretty good impression of Zarbon’s voice, so he once got a bunch of troops outside of Freeza’s room under “orders from Zarbon”. He got caught for that one and got his ass beat, but he’ll say it was worth it.

He draws things on the back of Nappa’s bald head while Nappa is asleep. Usually faces, but once or twice it was a dick or butt crack.

Once, he sent a dick pic to Freeza’s scouter during a debriefing and made the little bastard choke on his wine.

Another time, he got a dick pic onto the debriefing display and it ruined the whole meeting because everybody started yelling at each other. Raditz sat back and watched the chaos unfold with a shit-eating grin on his face. Yep, he showed the entire Freeza Force a picture of his enormous fully erect dick and he’d do it again.

And another time, he played the audio of Zarbon moaning and gasping all over Freeza’s ship, and Zarbon couldn’t do anything about it because it would mean confessing to letting Raditz fuck his brains out. Zarbon likes to project this image that he’s chaste and above such base desires, so being reminded of the time he had with Raditz embarrasses him so so sooooo much.

He jacked off into Freeza’s wine once. Freeza took a drink, spat it out and killed the guy who brought the wine. Nappa and Vegeta were in on this one, so the three of them snickered about it for months.

He taught Vegeta how to kiss by making out with him. It sorta broke his heart a little when Vegeta later said he wasn’t interested in him that way, cuz he had a bit of a crush on the Saiyajin prince.

Raditz might act cold and uncaring, but he has a big soft spot for kids. He wants to settle down and have some of his own someday. Unfortunately, life under Freeza doesn’t give him that opportunity. Plus, he’s a little afraid to for the genetic reasons about to be mentioned below.

The serious stuff:

Raditz’s biggest struggle is his epilepsy.

He was born with a rare gene mutation called a Naeb deletion (or Naeb syndrome) that kills most Saiyajin babies before their second birthday. (It’s pronounced “naw-EEB”.)

There are four Naeb genes in the average Saiyajin, or seizure suppressor genes. All four have to be present or a Saiyajin comes out with Naeb syndrome. Raditz is missing two of these genes.

Some Saiyajins carry an extra (fifth) Naeb gene-- a mutation-- that causes these deletions in children. If only one parent has that gene, the chances of a kid with Naeb syndrome are fifty-fifty. If both parents have the mutation, all their kids come out with it and it's usually fatal. Bardock had an extra Naeb gene, but Gine didn't. That's why Raditz has seizures and Goku doesn’t.

Every Saiyajin with Naeb syndrome is missing their last set of molars, has two extra ribs, has denser than average bones and extremely long hair. Their brain development is also faster than average, which can mean it grows faster than the skull around it. Sometimes the skull doesn’t grow fast enough to keep up with the brain, so the brain is crushed.

Structurally, Raditz’s brain has all the parts it’s supposed to, but they’re in slightly different places. He has less cerebrospinal fluid than average, his corpus callosum looks like a ring from the side and his lateral ventricles are smaller because his brain had to fold in on itself more to fit inside his skull. There’s a spot in his parietal lobe that’s pressed right up against the inside of his skull, and his meninges and a few millimeters of cerebrospinal fluid are the only thing that stops his brain from lacerating itself. That spot is always spiking with abnormal electrical activity. It’s like a match striking over and over. His brain doesn’t like being so squished in his skull, so sometimes it misfires when that “match” strikes and you get a flame, which is a seizure.

Raditz has a few different seizure types depending on which parts of his brain react to the constant “striking” activity and some of his seizures have a few triggers.

Doctors call Raditz’s epilepsy “mild”, but Raditz disagrees and considers it severe because he’s the one affected by it and not them.

He’s tried many different medications and none work. Surgery isn’t an option because Saiyajins don’t tolerate brain surgery very well and the chances of developing new seizure sources outweigh the benefits.

His scouter records and logs his seizures. He gets the time of the seizure, the length of the seizure and a video of the environment he was in. (If something flashes, the flashing is removed.)

Flashing lights can trigger seizures. His scouter has special polarized glass that counter flashes whenever someone’s ki flashes, so he just sees a solid color in that eye. Blocking one eye helps prevent the electrical excitation in his brain that turns into seizures. This doesn’t work if he’s exposed to flashing lights for longer than sixty seconds though. This is meant to give him time to turn away or cover his other eye.

He can’t go anywhere with strobes because of his seizures. Bars are okay since most don’t have strobes, but nightclubs are inaccessible.

Focal aware seizures are his most common seizure type, and he can have hundreds of these a day. They’re twenty seconds long. You can’t tell he’s having one unless you know what to look for, which is a faint quiver in his eyelids when he blinks. Sometimes he closes his eyes until the worst part of it is over.

It’s hard for him to describe how these seizures feel. They start as a little tingling at the tip of his thumb that spreads to his wrist. It’s a very annoying sensation. Then he gets sudden vertigo like someone yanks the ground sideways. During that vertigo he perceives everything as being way too close and too real. He gets a strong sense of doom. That’s the worst part. Then it’s over. The tingling stops, his senses return to normal and his heart rate slows.

He learned to compensate for the vertigo, so he can still fly and fight while having a focal aware seizure and nobody would know the difference.

Atonic seizures aren’t his most devastating seizures, but they’re the only seizure that embarrasses him to have in public. His muscles suddenly lose tone and he blacks out for a split second. If he’s walking or standing, he falls headfirst to the ground. If he’s sitting, he slumps. If he’s flying, he loses altitude for a second or two.

His atonic seizures happen when he doesn’t get enough sleep. They tend to come in clusters of two or three in a row. They can mess with his memory, causing him to lose a few minutes or be confused about where he is. If he’s in the middle of a conversation, he might forget what was being talked about, but reminding him gets him back on track.

Tonic clonic seizures are Raditz’s most devastating seizures. These are the big bad seizures that can be triggered by flashing lights. He can have them spontaneously, too, and averages about one or two a week.

Spontaneous ones start with his usual tingly focal aware seizures. He knows it’s going to generalize if the tingle continues up his arm instead of fading away. The second the tingle reaches his neck, he goes. His eyes roll back, he gets stiff, he shakes and he’s down for awhile.

Induced seizures give him no warning other than a sudden, extremely intense pain in the back of his skull. Induced seizures are worse than spontaneous ones because they’re more violent and last longer.

Some of his other weird TC triggers are going into or coming down from an oozaru transformation, getting dehydrated, not eating enough, being awakened out of delta wave sleep and stimulants like caffeine.

Regardless of how a TC started, he loses several hours of memory and doesn’t get it all back. His worst seizure wiped out a month of his life and he never regained those memories.

If he just ate, he will puke as he enters the tonic phase of the seizure. This is a huge choking hazard for him. He doesn’t care if he pees or poops himself during a seizure, but vomiting is really bad. If he just ate a huge meal and feels a TC coming, he’ll stick his finger down his throat and get the puking done before the seizure hits.

He almost always wets or soils himself during the clonic phase unless he just went to the bathroom before he had it.

If he powers up as a TC starts, his power rises uncontrollably until the tonic phase progresses into the clonic phase, then he releases massive ki waves that destroy everything around him. He hits power levels he can’t reach while conscious and in control of his ki, but this is dangerous because he could power up until he explodes and there’s no way to stop it.

His instinct when he realizes a seizure is generalizing is to either finish a fight quickly or power down and go hide to have the seizure because he knows he’s vulnerable during and after.

The worst seizure of his life was caused by Captain Ginyu. He goaded Raditz into attacking without his scouter and flickered a ki ball right in his face. Raditz went down. The Ginyu Force kicked him around while he was on the ground seizing. Nappa lured them into a fight to stop the unfair beating and Vegeta dragged Raditz away to finish the seizure. It was awful because Raditz threw up and soiled himself and the Ginyu Force made sure he got covered in all of it.

Raditz doesn’t remember this and neither Vegeta nor Nappa told him what really happened.

Post-ictal Raditz will remove anything on his body that feels bad, so he often ends up naked. He won’t recognize friend or foe and isn’t going to react kindly to being crowded.

If he’s alone, he’s likely to sit staring at the ceiling or sky until he collapses into sleep.

His scouter shows him a picture of his attack ball if he’s on a mission and that’s enough incentive for him to go find it even while too confused to tell someone his own name.

After his post-seizure sleep, he wakes up kinda giddy and hyperactive as his unsettled brain chemistry tries to restore balance. He will be sore as hell, too, usually that’s how he knows he had a seizure.

Nappa and Vegeta have seen so many seizures. They take bets on whether Raditz will pee, poop or do both. Then they’ll flip him on his side and wait it out. Barring emergency retreats, they don’t let him leave an area until he can identify a scouter by name.

Yep, seizures messed up some of his slutty sexual escapades. Usually by killing whoever he was trying to fuck since the violent convulsions hurt other people and his immediate environment more than they hurt him.

And finally…

The loss of planet Vegeta isn’t something Raditz likes to talk about. He was on a scouter to scouter call with someone there when it happened and all he heard was a bunch of screaming. He still can’t handle listening to recorded audio of screaming people because it reminds him of hearing his planet die.

#Raditz #DBZ #swearing #headcanon #ableism #food mention #tw vomit mention #n s f w post

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sleephyjhs · 5 years ago

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You Have First Trimester Sickness (REACTION)

[ requested by @sweetbtsboys / masterlist ]

possible tw :: pregnancy sickness

a/n :: it’s gonna be a long one guys, hope you’re strapped in

KSJ

The excitement of learning you were expecting your first baby with Seokjin was soon followed by the dismal sickness caused by the surge of new hormones. You knew it was inevitable, however you never expected it to be as vile as you had experienced.

You had been sat in your en suite with your husband for the past hour, vomiting at irregular but frequent intervals. In the minute he had left to grab you a scrunchie for your hair, you’d somehow become more sick. As he sat back down and tied your hair for you, you questioned him as if he was supposed to know more than you.

“Is it normal to be this sick? One of these minutes I might just throw up my stomach.” You huffed, leaning back into his shoulders. Jin rubbed circles across your knuckles to comfort you, which any other time would have worked a lot better.

“Would you like to go and see a doctor? It’s always worth asking, jagi. Maybe they can give you something for it?” You tilted your red-tinted face to look him in the eyes. A few weeks prior, you had together agreed to do whatever was best for your growing baby. Maybe seeing a healthcare professional was best.

“Let me get myself together first. I can’t travel like this, Jin.”

“No worries, take your time.” He assured you, wrapping his long fingers around the hand he held so tightly.

MYG

When you were younger, you often heard that most women experienced pregnancy sickness in the morning. Cut to 11pm, when your body’s contents threatened to exit through your mouth, you began to realise most pregnancy expectations were going to become lies.

As you presumed your partner Yoongi was fast asleep, you couldn’t resist letting a few burning tears slip down your cheek and onto the tile flooring. You were overjoyed at the bundle of joy growing inside of you, but the gruelling process of carrying them around was proving to be slightly overwhelming for you.

“Can I get you anything?” You snapped your head around to find Yoongi crouching in the doorframe. Although he looked tired, it was obvious his concern for you.

While thinking of an answer, you swept away your tears believing there was a possibility he hadn’t seen them. Your hoarse throat made it clear how sick you really were, “Can you just stay for a while?” All of your willpower couldn’t stop your bottom lip from quivering as you made your request.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay.” Yoongi assured you, writhing his arm around your curled shoulders. Knowing it would make you feel even worse, you let your pent up emotions flood from your eyes, “We’re going to get through this. Although it might not feel like it right now, you are more than capable of doing this.”

JHS

It seemed every 10 seconds you checked the time on your phone. Impatiently, you waited for your newly-wed husband, Hoseok, to finish his dance practice. Only 15 minutes remained, but you needed his help and comfort desperately.

You felt selfish that you needed Hoseok as much as you did, despite both him and the members telling you that you didn’t need to. He knew that you could become overwhelmed and panicked easily, and had told you it was never a problem for him to leave his schedule earlier to make sure you were okay and safe.

Rapidly, your sickness became unbearable. You felt as though a crossroads had been placed before you, and moving on from today’s sickness episode would be impossible. Although hesitating, you reached for your phone and dialled Hobi quicker than you ever had before.

By the time he had picked up, your heart had increased in speed, leading your hands to shake violently, “What’s up, angel?”

His chirpy response disheartened you, as you knew your low state would convert it into plain panic, “When will you be home? I need help clearing up and getting myself from the floor.”

You rushed your words into one breath, but before you could even finish, Hoseok had begun to reassure you, “Okay, don’t worry, I’m coming. Do you need anything on the way home? Stay on the phone with me, it’ll seem like I’ll get there sooner. You’re okay honey, you’re okay.”

KNJ

“Okay, I think I’m alright for a while.” You told Namjoon. He offered you both of his hands to help you up from the bathroom floor where you had sat for a generous period of the morning. Although you were heading quickly for your second trimester of pregnancy, your morning sickness was still very much prevalent.

“You seem to be a lot better today.” Namjoon pointed out to you, rubbing your shoulders as you turned to wash your hands, “Maybe the twins are making your sickness last longer?”

You really hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Putting up with constant vomiting for 14 weeks was enough, you couldn’t bear the thought of a whole 9 months of it.

As you dried your hands on the towel, you heard Namjoon begin to stammer over his words, “Did you want any vanilla ice cream?”

You couldn’t help but furrow your brows. It was a confusing question at least, “It’s only 7am, Joonie.”

“I know, but it can help your throat burn a little less. It’s worth a try, I know how much you hate mornings like this.” In no time after you agreeing to the sweet treat, Namjoon had already grasped your hand and had begun leading you towards the kitchen.

PJM

In less than half an hour, you and your husband, Jimin, were expected at the last apartment viewing you had booked. With your first baby arriving later that year, you had mutually agreed that more space would be needed. Where you lived now was just too small to raise a little kid.

Every morning that week, you had managed to avoid throwing up in the morning. Wrongly, you had convinced yourself your morning sickness had finally left. However as you applied your blush to the apples of your cheeks, the same doomed urge stormed through your stomach, and you had no choice than to retreat to the bathroom.

“Angel? Are you nearly ready? We should be leaving soon-“ Jimin’s reminders were cut short by a deep sigh. He bent down to your level and swept your falling hair back behind your ear, only to pin it to your head using his finger, “I thought we were past this?”

“So did I,” you replied, refusing to meet his eyes in case of an emergency, “Why did this have to happen today?”

“I can cancel it if you’re not up to it.” You refused before he had finished his sentence. You had to move soon, there was no choice around it, “Do you need some help clearing things up?”

You nodded, kneeling back onto your heels. Now you’d have to rush your makeup as well as tidy yourself up again. In a brief pause to glance at your appearance in the mirror, Jimin came to your side and lifted the blush brush you had dropped, “I know you precise you are with your makeup. I’ve got it covered.”

KTH

It was your last day in Europe with Taehyung, and already you felt guilty it had to begin this way. Your vacation to Vienna would be the last as just a couple, as three months ago you learned you were expecting your first child with your husband, Taehyung.

Prior to your vacation, you believed you had avoided morning sickness altogether. It surprised you that you hadn’t experienced any ill feelings, but relieved you nonetheless. Taehyung had joked your body knew that your fun vacation was coming to an end and so was hurling the worst at you.

“Tae, I can’t board a plane like this. I get travel sickness anyway-“ You sobbed into his chest. At that point in time, leaving the bathroom was out of the question. Nothing could have prepared you for the vile feeling that was brought along with the sickness you felt.

“My love, we don’t really have the choice. It’s gonna be a rough journey but hey, we’ll be home before you know it. And then you’ll be able to get much more comfortable which is better for you and our baby, right?”

He was right, but even his encouraging words couldn’t make today appear any easier to you, “Just.. why today? It couldn’t have been tomorrow or any time in the near future, it had to be today.”

Taehyung thought for a moment while caressing your hand with his fingers, “The way I see it, little one is just letting you know how comfortable of a home you’re giving them. Perhaps not in the most gracious way, but they have to get the message to us somehow.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his interesting analysis of your baby’s signals to you, “You can get through this, for them and for me.”

JJK

Winter sun filtered through a split in the curtains and onto the bed where you laid wrapped in your partner’s arms. You’d been awake for several minutes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb Jungkook’s sleep on purpose. Comeback season always left him particularly exhausted.

However you also knew that it wouldn’t be long until your routine morning sickness would force you from your warm sheets.Although your symptoms were a lot less violent than they were a few weeks ago, you still dreaded the mornings. Before long, you couldn’t control the urge to vomit any longer and tried to leave Jungkook’s arms.

In a sleepy daze, thinking you were playing with him, Jungkook groaned playfully as he tightened his grip, “Kook, you have to let me go. I’m serious, I’m gonna throw up.” He sat up quickly as you rushed away into the bathroom, and were soon joined by a half-asleep husband.

He yawned swiftly before pulling your scrambled hair from your face, “You should’ve woken me up before, you sound even worse than before.”

A brief pause in vomiting allowed you to explain yourself to him. You knew well that he didn’t like when you hid your hardships from him, “You were out cold last night, it’s obvious you’re exhausted. I’m okay, this is normal.”

Jungkook’s eyes fell at your selfless reasoning. While still holding your hair in one hand, he moved to sit behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Don’t worry about me. I can always go back to sleep. You’re the one carrying precious cargo.”

^ thank you for your kind request! 💕

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longitudinalwaveme · 4 years ago

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Longitudinalwaveme Reviews Old Comics, Part 1

I bought some comics at my local comic book shop today and decided that now was a good a time as any to launch a new project, wherein I read comics that are at least 20 years old and then make lovingly snaky comments about them. Up for review this time are:

Flash #126 (1962): “The Doom of the Mirror-Flash” and “Snare of the Headline Huntress”

The Brave and the Bold #129 (1976): “The Claws of the Emperor Eagle”

The Super Friends #23 (1979): “SOS From Nowhere”

Flash #308 (1981): “The Good, The Bad, and the Beautiful” and “Dawn of the Sixth Sun”, starring Dr. Fate

Flash Vol. 2 #58 (1992): “The Barry Allen Foundation”

Legends of the DC Universe #17 (1999): “Dark Matters, Part 3″

Starting things off is what is now the oldest comic that I own, Flash #126. As with most stories from the time period, it contains not one but two stories. The leading story, and the one that got the cover, is “The Doom of the Mirror-Flash”. I’ve read this story a number of times before, as I own a number of books that collect Silver Age Flash issues in trade. The story was written by John Broome, inked by Joe Giella, and drawn by the inimitable Carmine Infantino.

The main protagonist of the tale is of course Barry Allen, the Silver Age Flash. The main antagonist is the original Mirror Master, Sam Scudder, in his fourth-ever appearance. The story opens with Iris West (at this point in the comics she was still Barry’s girlfriend, not his wife), who is preparing to appear on a “public affairs program” of some kind (what she’s talking about, we’re never told). She’s understandably nervous, but Barry, being the nice guy that he is, is very supportive. Also of note is the fact that Iris Allen is wearing a yellow dress that screams “60s”, and the fact that her pocket mirror makes Barry remember that the Mirror Master, who has escaped jail, has been mysteriously eluding him by apparently vanishing into reflective surfaces. How is he doing this? Is he using holograms? No, this is the Silver Age. The explanation is way more convoluted than that.

Mirror Master has escaped from prison by using mirrors to teleport himself into an alternate dimension, one that exists inside of mirrors. (Note that this comic predates the Mirror Realm by at least ten years; it seems that this comic and a few others like it may have eventually inspired it.) This dimension is populated by a bunch of Amazon-esque ladies called Orinocas, who originally try to kill Sam (with, um, unsharpened sticks?) before being distracted by a mirror he somehow took into the alternate dimension with him. They’ve never seen mirrors before, and offer to spare him if he makes more. He agrees, and soon he’s so popular that he’s basically made their king. Oh, and the Orinocas are also telepathic, because why not? So Mirror Master is now the king of an alternate dimension, surrounded by beautiful women who give him anything he wants. But Sam isn’t interested in being king. He wants the challenge that comes with being a professional thief, and because the Orinocas are both telepathic and willing to give him whatever he wants, he can’t have it. As such, he’s bored out of his mind, and has been projecting mirror images of himself into the real world in the hopes that Flash will see them and rescue him from being king. And it works! Flash works out that these images seem to be disappearing into the mirrors, decides to test his theory by vibrating through the mirror, and makes it into the alternate dimension, where he defeats the Orinocas and rescues Sam from the boring life of being king. When they return to the normal world, they somehow end up in an armory, where Mirror Master uses a “mirror device” to turn the Flash into glass. He then picks up a bazooka and shoots it at the immobilized Flash (the image on the cover), but the Flash uses his control over every atom in his body to both avoid being shot by the bazooka and to un-mirrorify himself. Then he spins his arm around really fast to create a burst of wind that knocks out the Mirror Master and takes the crook back to jail. The tale ends with Iris thinking to herself about how loyal and supportive Barry is (even if, as is typical of Silver Age Iris, she prefaces this observation by pointing out that he’s slow and lazy.)

After a really fascinating page of fan mail circa 1962, where readers gave their responses to “The Flash of Two Worlds (Flash #123, the comic that reintroduced Jay Garrick), we move on to the second tale. (Highlights of the letters include a reader from California suggesting ads to increase readership of the comic, a reader from Missouri who clearly hadn’t forgotten Jay Garrick and was glad to see him return, and a reader from Massachusetts who thought that the story wasn’t as good as it should’ve been. I wonder if he ever changed his mind.)

The second story in Flash #162, also written by John Broome, inked by Joe Giella, and drawn by Carmine Infantio, is titled “The Snare of the Headline Huntress”. Barry Allen is again the protagonist, but the most important secondary character in this issue isn’t a villain-it’s Daphne Dean, making her first-ever appearance! Daphne Dean is introduced as an up-and-coming movie star, whose jerk of a press agent thinks that the best way to get publicity for her new movie is for her to pretend to be in love with her old childhood sweetheart...who happens to be none other than Barry Allen! She and Barry are both visiting their hometown of Fallville, and, with the urging of the press agent, Daphne and Barry are soon eating lunch together and striking up a conversation. We tour the small town with them, where we learn, among other things, that Barry’s father is a doctor, that his parents still live in the town, that Barry and Daphne share the same favorite flavor of ice cream (tutti-frutti), that they went to school together, and that they carved their initials into a tree. We also learn that Barry was constantly late even as a kid. That night, Barry has a dream about being the Flash as a child and rescuing Daphne from a rampaging bull as he sleepwalks through his parents’ house. (This issue also serves as the first appearance of Henry and Nora Allen, though they are not yet named as such.)

The following morning, Barry determines to tell Daphne that he’s in love with Iris and always will be, while Daphne prepares for a masked ball where she will reenact a scene from the movie to gain more publicity. Barry comes to the masked ball as well, where Daphne tells him that the jewelry she is wearing is real. Naturally, this leads to some thieves, disguised as actors and pretending to help Daphne reenact the scene in which her character is arrested, kidnapping her to steal the jewelry. Barry figures out what happens when the real actors manage to get loose, changes into the Flash, and saves Daphne and the jewels. Some time later, Barry is returning to Central City, and tells Daphne about Iris before bidding her good-bye. Daphne is quite understanding...but realizes that, by playing at being in love with her old sweetheart, she has now really fallen for him!

Daphne would return several more times, but never as a serious love interest for the Flash. They remained friends throughout his run, though.

These two Silver Age stories are a delight. The Mirror Master story is kooky, crazy fun, and is one of the best displays of how interesting Sam Scudder really is, while the Daphne story is sweet and helps to flesh out Barry’s past, which readers hadn’t known much about prior to this point. Both are very much of their time, but they’re still good reads.

#flash #dc comics #flash rogues #comic reviews

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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"And I have heard the pregnancy can make you very horny. So I am fully anticipating jumping you at every possible moment.” she responds, loving the soft kiss.

"However will I cope with a perpetually horny Mistress?" He asks before giggling as he moves to run his hands through his hair.

Sliding his hands down to caress her curvy bottom. "I plan to take every opportunity offered to breed my Gorgeous Goddess. In every possible position imaginable."

She moans a bit at his caress. “I will keep that in mind, baby. Then we must try every position. To know which one works the best when we try for baby number two.” Her face turns serious for a moment, before breaking out into a smile.

"Hmmm, i look forward to trying them all out with you Sweetheart. Might have to do some research into the types of positions that are more fruitful in aiding successful pregnancy."

"Do you want me to help with anything?" He asks as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Maybe some help up, I have grown rather comfortable lying on you like this. And if you pop the popcorn, I will handle the hot chocolate and snacks.” She grins over at him. “Please?” she gives a little pout for emphasis.

"Your wish is my command, you might have to wriggle off me so I can get up first though Darling."

Honey carefully rolls off to the side, falling against the mattress next to Magnus. “You are free, my darling. Now please help me up. I feel like I am going to be saying that a lot in the future. With a big belly weighing me down.”

Magnus helps her up and she bounces a bit as her feet hit the floor. He pulls her flush against his chest, running his fingertips lightly against her cheeks as he pushes her hair behind her ears. "When you're glowing and radiant with your swollen bump and breasts, I may have trouble keeping my hands to myself Darling." He whispers as he smiles at her brightly.

“Do you want candy, cookies, or ice cream? And you pick out the movie while gather everything up.” She gives him a quick kiss before taking off down the hallway to the kitchen. “I’m thinking ice cream!” she yells back at him. “But I am open to suggestions!”

"Ice cream sounds delightful, did we still have any of those chocolate brownies left? If we do one of those heated up with the ice cream sounds absolutely divine right now." He says as he follows her down the hall.

While she goes into the kitchen, he goes into the living room and has a look through the dvds to find something to watch. He's scanning the titles and smiles as he pulls out one of his guilty pleasures. One Fine Day had long since been a favourite of his, and it seemed like the perfect time for the romantic comedy involving kids, given where his life was currently headed.

Heading into the kitchen he grins as he watches Honey as she moves around the kitchen, completely comfortable with her nakedness. "Did you still want me to make the popcorn Darling?" He asks as he put the dvd on the table as he pulled out a large bowl from one of the cupboards.

- Magnus Martinsson

"However will I cope with a perpetually horny Mistress?" He asks before giggling as he moves to run his hands through his hair.

“I am sure you will figure something out.”

“Then we must try every position. To know which one works the best when we try for baby number two.” Her face turns serious for a moment, before breaking out into a smile.

"Hmmm, i look forward to trying them all out with you Sweetheart. Might have to do some research into the types of positions that are more fruitful in aiding successful pregnancy."

“I could always ask a OB doctor at work on Tuesday.” she offers. “You are free, my darling. Now please help me up. I feel like I am going to be saying that a lot in the future. With a big belly weighing me down.”

"I'll gladly help you whenever you require it. You're going to look absolutely gorgeous with a big bump, carrying our child." He says as he gets up and reaches out taking her hands in his do he can pull her to her feet. He presses her against his chest, pushing her hair back as he runs his fingertips against her cheeks. "When you're glowing and radiant with your swollen bump and breasts, I may have trouble keeping my hands to myself Darling." He whispers as he smiles at her brightly.

Honey tucks into his chest. “You have trouble keeping your hands to yourself now. I’m doomed.” She smiles. “I can’t wait.”

“I’m thinking ice cream!” she yells back at him. “But I am open to suggestions!”

“Yes, we do and that sounds heavenly.”

While Magnus picks out the movie. Honey heats up water in the kettle for hot chocolate and digs around in the freezer for ice cream, letting it thaw for a minute or so as she grabbed the brownies. She grabs two bowls and heats up a brownie in each.

“One scoop or two?” she asks as Magnus comes into the kitchen. She licks a errant piece of brownie off her finger. "Did you still want me to make the popcorn Darling?" He asks as he put the dvd on the table as he pulled out a large bowl from one of the cupboards.

“Yes please. It just isn’t a movie date if there isn’t popcorn.” She scoops out the ice cream and fixes the hot chocolate, adding the marshmallows on top. As Honey carries everything to the living room she spies the DVD. “Ooo, good one. George Clooney was so dreamy in this one.”

#magnus anon #magnus rp #rp anon #honey oc #slightly n s f w #tw pregnancy #this is so cute #let's see how Magnus reacts to Honey thinking George Clooney is dreaming #i am legit curious

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deadanddeactivated · 5 years ago

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Jocks and Goths

Fandom: Sanders Sides, Highschool au Pairing: Intruality Characters: Thomas, Logan, Remus, Deceit, Roman, Virgil, Patton Notes: Day 17 for @tsshipmonth2020 - intruality. No this was not written before Dukceit day, I’ve literally written this since posting that. Sometimes fics take three weeks and sometimes they take two hours. This took two hours. Summary: One's a Goth, one's a Jock. They never really meant to become friends.

AO3

Even since moving to Sides High, Patton has successfully managed to avoid Remus Duke. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the guy, although he did find a lot of what Remus said to be… unnerving. And the other did have really large, very toned, mildly terrifying muscles. Plus everything he did was loud enough Patton sometimes flinched.

But! It wasn’t that Patton thought he was bad or anything!! It’s not bad that Remus is healthy, and it’s not Remus’ fault that Patton overhears things, and maybe Remus’ doesn’t mean to be so loud. Patton has nothing against the man himself.

Virgil, however, does.

Patton’s not sure what happened between Virgil and Remus, because it happened before Patton transferred to the school. He’s pretty sure it had something to do with a romantic relationship? Whatever it was, it left the two with a horrible, terrible relationship. They don’t get on, at all. And since Patton is Virgil’s friend (since Virgil is Patton’s first and only friend) doesn’t that mean Patton has to share that grudge? Virgil’s never said Patton can’t be friends with Remus, they’ve never even talked about Remus, but Patton’s pretty sure that’s like… a Friend Rule, or something.

The point is, Patton has managed never to say a word to Remus one way or the other. A carefully held record that’s ruined when they’re paired up for a history assignment.

Okay, Patton tells himself, this’ll be fine. It’s just an assignment, surely Virgil won’t mind. Right?

“Patton Heart, right?” Remus says his name and it takes everything in Patton not to flinch.

“That’s um, that’s me.” He mumbles, letting his pastel blue hair fall in his eyes as he avoids looking at Remus.

“Great.” Remus grins, dragging a seat to Patton’s desk and sitting in it the wrong way round. “You got your heart set on anything for this because I think we should do Bloody Mary, or maybe Genghis Khan, oh! Or Vlad the Impaler!”

“That sounds a bit… graphic.” Patton says. For their project they have to represent a historical figure and the impact they had on the world from a ‘unique’ angle (Virgil would probably complain about how vague the word ‘unique’ was, or maybe he’d complain that Patton has to work with Remus for the project. Should Patton even tell him?)

“Yeah!” Remus grins, like that’s a positive thing.

“Can we do someone that didn’t cause so much bloodshed?” Patton asks.

“I mean, I guess. If you can think of anyone more interesting.” Remus says, sighing like it’s some big request.

“I, um, I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head.” Patton admits, wincing. Remus lets out an exaggerated hum.

“Okay, meet me in the library after school. We can try and find someone.” He suggests.

“Okay.” Patton agrees meekly. Satisfied, Remus gets up from the chair and moves to a different group. A group that has popular people with tone muscles and busy lives.

God, Patton thinks with a sigh, this is going to be a long project. Any project with a jock was doomed to be long.

“You want to get ice-cream or something?” Virgil asks Patton after school that day. Rare is the day Virgil doesn’t have some show rehearsal to get to - lights to set up, props to organize, actors to chase down. The life of a theatre geek is never boring, he often tells Patton, especially a theatre techie.

Which just makes Patton feel all the worse for having to say no.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I have to work on a group project for history.”

“Who’d you get stuck with?” Virgil asks. Patton hesitates but he can’t exactly lie to Virgil, can he? Just hope that Virgil doesn’t get annoyed.

“...Remus.” He admits.

“Ouch.” Virgil says with a wince. “Good luck keeping him on track for long enough to finish a project.”

“We have to pick a historical figure and everyone he’s suggesting is really gory and brutal.” Patton says, feeling physical relief that Virgil doesn't seem to care.

“Sounds like Remus.” Virgil huffs, rolling with his eyes. “Maybe pick a doctor, that should have enough blood and gore to keep him interested.”

“Oh!” Patton lights up as an idea comes to him. “Mary Seacole! Virgil, you’re the best.”

“I try.” Virgil grins.

Remus likes the idea of doing the unrated nurse from the crimean war and so they quickly get to work.

And they quickly get distracted from work, too, because it seems impossible for Remus to keep his mind on any one thing. At first it’s… well, Patton doesn’t like it. He just wants to get this project done and over with.

But then Remus wears him down.

“I’m just saying, names influence who we are in like. I mean, just look at Ms Maricolt! She looks like a horse!” Remus says at some point near the end of the second day and Patton really, really doesn’t mean to laugh because it’s Remus and the joke is a little mean. But it’s also a pun, and Patton has a soft spot for puns.

“That’s mean.” He says once he’s collected himself, if only out of principle.

“But it got you to laugh!” Remus grins. “And to look at me.” He adds.

Oh, Patton realizes as he quickly looks away again. He hadn’t noticed he hadn’t looked at Remus.

“Aw, no, don’t look away again I like your eyes! They’re really eye-inspiring.” The pun is bad, really bad, but Patton still chuckles.

“That was terrible.” He complains.

“Are you remus-manding.” Remus continues, grinning.

“Oh my gosh.” Patton laughs. “They’re getting worse!”

“Aw, don’t be like that. I think I’m Patt-on the right direction.” Remus says.

“I Seacole what you’re doing here, it’s bad.” Patton returns, laughing at Remus’ gasp.

“Oh it is on goth-boy.” He decides. They don’t do any more studying that day, distracted by their pun-off.

“So are we meeting up again tomorrow?” Patton asks the next day as they back up.

“Can’t do tomorrow, I’ve got training.” Remus shakes his head.

“Oh, right.” Patton says.

“You could come if you want.” Remus suggests.

“I don’t think that’s really my crowd.” Patton mumbles. He can just picture it now, Patton sitting in his black attire, the only colour his blue hair, while the popular kids are right there. Definitely within name calling distance.

Nevermind what Virgil would think. God, Patton doesn’t even want to imagine how bad his best friend would be.

“You’ll fit in just fine!” Remus claims. “Or, maybe not. But I’ll make sure everyone leaves you alone.”

“I think Virgil and I were heading out anyway.” Patton says and then immediately regrets it as a frown takes over Remus’ face. Like he’s tasted a lemon or something else unpleasant. Oh no, now Remus was going to hate him. Maybe he’ll tell Virgil he and Patton were almost-friends and then Virgil will hate him too and Patton will go back to being the friendless loser all over again.

“Sorry.” Remus’ voice cuts through his panic, making Patton look up.

“Huh?” Patton frowns, confused.

“You looked like you were freaking out a bit.” Remus says. “I didn’t mean to stress you out. Virgil and I just don’t get on. Bad breakup and all that, but that’s on us not you.”

“Oh.” Patton says, though he can’t say anything Remus just said commuted just now.

“Hey! Pass me your phone, I’ll put my number in so we can study on the weekend.” Remus decides, changing the subject before Patton can catch up. Patton does what he’s told and soon he has a new number in his phone labeled ‘Hot Jock’. “Alright, I’ll see you then.”

“Okay.” Patton says. “Um, bye.”

The project lasts two weeks and in those two weeks Patton and Remus chat. A lot. They talk during their study sessions, they text each other all the time, Remus even gives him a wave when they pass each other in the hall.

It’s official, they aren’t ‘almost friends’ they’re friends. In fact Patton… Patton will admit that he might want to be more than that.

Which means Virgil’s definitely going to hate him.

The thought bubbles in his stomach the day after they hand in the assignment. When Patton has no more excuse for messaging Remus, and yet he doesn’t stop. How is he meant to explain that to Virgil?

Worse yet are the messages he gets that night, when they should both be asleep.

Want to go out this weekend?

On a date

A romantic date

Patton’s half way through answering ‘yes’ when he stops.

He can’t say yes. Isn’t there some kind of code against dating exes? Patton can’t say yes.

Except he super wants to. Very, very wants to.

Maybe, he thinks, maybe he should ask Virgil first. Then there’ll be no bad blood, right?

Patton hopes so.

As for the message to Remus, he doesn’t answer.

Virgil and Patton always walk to school together. They’ve just hit their school’s street when Virgil sighs and stops.

“Okay.” He says. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Patton squeaks. “Nothings wrong!”

“Patton, I know you better than that.” Virgil rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “Just tell me what’s up.”

“Well…” Patton starts slowly then, with a deep breath, he tries to say it all at once. “You know how Remus and I were doing that project? Well we sort of maybe got along and we’re kind of maybe friends, and he asked me out last night. Like out, out. And I want to say yes but I know you don’t like him and I don’t want to lose you as a friend, so can I say yes?”

For a moment Virgil just blinks at him, brain trying to commute the word vomit Patton just unleashed.

“Okay,” he finally starts, “let me get this right. You and Remus are friends, and he asked you out on a date, and you want to say yes but only if I’m okay with it because you don’t want me to be mad you’re dating him?” He rephrases. Patton nods. “Patton, of course you can say yes.”

“You don’t mind?” Patton checks.

“Not at all. If you like him, go for it. We’ll still be friends, I promise.” Virgil says and Patton feels his shoulders slump a little.

“But didn’t you two date? Won’t it be weird?” He asks.

“What?!” Virgil frowns. “Remus and I never dated!”

“What?” Patton frowns right back. Hadn’t Remus said something about a ‘bad breakup’ the other day?

“We used to be friends, us and Dante. I dated Dante, and when we broke up the friend joke kind of fell apart.” Virgil explains.

“Dante?” Patton repeats. “The school captain? I didn’t think he was your type.”

“He’s not.” Virgil confirms. “I just found that out the hard way.”

“Oh, so you haven’t dated Remus and you really don’t mind if I do?” Patton repeats, just to clarify.

“Patton, even if you dated Dante I’d still be your friend.” Virgil assures. “The important thing is that you're happy.” Patton doesn’t mean to start crying but well, it’s just so nice to hear that. Especially after the stress of the past couple weeks. “There, there. You’ll wreck your make-up.” Virgil says, even as he pulls Patton in for a hug.

As soon as Patton’s reapplied, he tells Remus he’d love to go on a date.

They go ice-skating. Patton’s a little nervous, because he’s never gone before, but Remus goes all the time so he’s happy to teach.

“Patton, I’m wearing knife shoes. This is literally my favourite thing. Except you.” Remus says, grinning when Patton’s face goes bright red. They exhaust themselves over the next few hours, skating together and just… enjoying their time. It’s the most fun Patton’s had in a while.

And when it’s over, and Remus has walked him home, he gets a soft kiss (that quickly turns heavy) to remember it by.

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ladyideal · 5 years ago

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Unlucky Star

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Cont: 2064 (oops?)

Warnings: Nudity but not in a smutty way, needles, injections, and lots of fluff, couple ol’ cursing

Summary: While everyone was sick, you weren’t. This time, while everyone was sick free, you caught the cold. Jim tries to intervene on behalf of your health. Leonard takes it upon himself to pull you away from work, and takes care of you.

A/n: This is for @cuddlememerrick and everyone feeling sick during this cold and flu season. Take care of yourselves, everyone. Go see a doctor if it worsens. Better safe than sorry. To those are sick, get well soon!

PS: It’s also Valentine’s weekend, so I’ll be taking up drabble requests over the weekend (as I’ve no plans) and finishing up a couple more fics. Expect a couple more posts from me.

(credit to owner for gif)

You were lucky for the most part. Away missions that you went didn’t end in a disaster, you had a job aboard the infamous USS Enterprise, you had friends, and most importantly, you had a wonderful love life. Nothing much you could complain about really.

Above all, you were one of the lucky stars amongst the crew that hardly ever got sick. So while the entire ship had tears watering in their eyes, noses that flowed never ending with snot, and coughs that could be heard from one side of the ship to the other.

A harmless rhinovirus really, but in just a matter of weeks, the entire crew was infected, sending Leonard into overdrive down at the medbay. Even the Captain was confined to his quarters, in fear of transmitting the cold. However, it was no use. Chekov took the day off, and you were one of the very few dwindling officers left, that could keep their eyes open long enough to see what was in front of them.

You volunteered to take his shifts, seeing how the ship was in quite a disarray at the amount of people sniffling and sneezing around you. If the Romulans knew that just a single bacteria managed to cripple the entire crew, hell it’d spell really bad news for everyone.

It was only a week later did you really start to notice that something was feeling rather off.

At first, you’d chalk it up to stress and pulling extra shifts. Less sleep, less food and water, and more hours awake deciphering Chekov’s notes was to blame, you’d thought. However, what really brought your attention, was your soaring uncomfortable fever and wracking cough that shook your body every time you had a coughing fit.

You were doomed for sure.

Pressing a tissue to your nose as you attempted to steep coffee grounds, you glanced at the chrom.

“So much for a break,” You mumbled, grabbing the mug of coffee on your out the door and towards the Bridge.

“Afternoon, Captain,” You greeted Jim as you strode past him, giving Chekov a thumbs up on his way out.

“Afternoon, Lieutenant,” Jim paused, noticing your usual lack of excitement. “Are you alright? It doesn’t sound-.”

“I’m fine, Jimbo,” You took the seat that the Russian whiz kid vacated earlier. “Little tired.” Settling yourself in a better position, you could still feel Jim’s worried eyes on your back.

“If you say so,” Jim reluctantly dropped the topic, although from his tone, he was still worried for you.

Squinting your eyes to better understand what the hell Chekov left for you on his notes, you started your long, arduous work day on the Bridge. On a normal day, you’d banter back and forth with the Captain to fill the silence as you both worked. Given that you were Leonard’s girlfriend, you were best friends with him too, and enjoyed a couple similar things. For example, hating medbay, disliking authority, getting under the doctor’s skin whenever possible, and taking risks.

Hours ticked by, as you squirmed around in your seat for the umpteenth time. Sweat gathered on your brow, and behind your neck as you focused on your task at hand. With Chekov’s sloppy handwriting, it was a nightmare to sort through his notes each day, something that you’d lectured him whenever you got the chance to do so.

It was getting ridiculously warm. Fuck. Did Jim mess with the temperature again?

“Lieutenant!” Jim sharply spoke, interrupting your thoughts. He sounded much more worried now, as if he had been trying to gain your attention for quite some time now.

“Yes, Captain?” You spoke, looking back at him.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you wiggling around in your seat like that,” He spoke, observing your hunched up position. “I think you’re sick. I’ll have Bones come up and have a quick look at you.”

“Captain, I assure you that I’m fine. Leonard’s finally able to relax after that disaster month of a cold,” You protested, but quickly faltered as he commed your boyfriend up from the medbay.

“Y/N, you need rest and time off to take care of yourself. We can’t have another fiasco like last month again,” Jim continued. “I’ll have someone take the rest of your shift.”

You grumbled wordlessly, appreciating the warmth and concern from your friendship with him, but irritated as he was one that never took his own advice. “You’re an ass.”

“What’s this about being an ass?” A familiar baritone voice drew out from the doors.

Leonard.

“Bones, there you are,” Jim brightened up, throwing his best friend his usual shit eating grin. “We were just talking about how Y/N over there looked a little pale, and agreed that it’d be better if you took a glance.”

You silently fumed at Jim’s words, glaring down at the numbers in front of you. Trust Jim to roll you into this mess.

“You telling me, Jim, that there was no emergency?” Leonard grumbled loudly.

“Yeah Jimbo, there’s nothing wrong,” You added your words into the growing fire.

“You wound me,” Jim feigned horror, clutching his hands together in front of his heart.

“You’ll live.”

Rolling his eyes at his best friend, Leonard strode to your station with his emergency medkit in hand, and squatted down till he was eye level with you.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” He softly ordered. While you stubbornly sat there, he gently placed his fingers around your chin, quietly encouraging you to do so.

He regarded your red eyes, stuffy nose, and very dry, chapped lips. “You’re sick, sugar.”

“‘M not sick, Len.‘m fine,” You hoarsely managed out. “Just a couple more minutes.”

He raised his signature eyebrow look, already exasperated that you were trying to fight him on this already. “Even the strong eventually falls ill.”

Hearing the evidence of your sickness, Leonard brought the back of his hand to your forehead, feeling the uncomfortable warmth radiating behind your skin. “And a fever too.”

He sighed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you outta here first.”

“Len, honey, I’m-,” You tried again, but stopped as he threw a pointed look at you. “Okay, alright, alright, you win. I’ll go”

“Take care of her, Bones,” Jim added cheekily before you and Leonard headed towards the turbolift.

You threw him a glare before the doors closed.

“Unbelievable, darlin’. Why didn’t you comm me that you were sick?” The doctor pulled out his handy dandy tricorder, giving you a whirl as it no doubt scanned you.

“You were tired, I was tired,” You shrugged.

“My god, darlin’. How long have you let this continue?” He scowled down at his tricorder, taking in the numbers displayed.

“A day or three,” You squeaked out. Now that you weren’t forced to compensate for your work, your sickness rapidly took over again.

“A day or - Jesus, that is ridiculously bullheaded of you,” He put away his tricorder, gently tucking away an errant hair. “In your state, you would benefit from an IV saline overnight, but I assume that’s a no go.”

You pulled out your best puppy dog eyes at him.

“Alright sweetheart, I can make sure you’re comfortable down in our quarters too,” He relented. “You know I would do anything with those eyes.”

“What are you gonna do, hypo me into next week so I don’t have to suffer?” You lifted your eyes hopefully at him.

“Even better,” He breathed, crowding into your space. “I’ll draw you a bath, even drop in your favorite bath bomb, make some food for you, and then wrap you up so we can snuggle up together on the couch with ice cream to soothe your throat while we watch some holos.”

You leaned on him, already closing your eyes to imagine it all. “Mmm,” you hummed. “I like that.”

Before long, while you were stripping your clothes off into a mess on the floor of your shared quarters, Leonard turned the taps on to fill the tub.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you examined yourself in the mirror. “God damn,” you muttered.

“Don’t think much of it,” Your boyfriend spoke, turning around to watch you. “You’re sick. Water’s ready.”

You stuck a finger in to test the water, but recoiled instantly at the touch of the icy cold water, and reproachfully glanced back at him.

“You don’t want the saline, this is the next best way to lower that fever,” was all the explanation you received.

With an unhappy scowl, you slowly lowered yourself in while Leonard came back with a chair and a washcloth.

As you laid back back, you let your eyes flutter close, dropping your tense shoulders.

“That’s it,” The doctor encouraged, gently dabbing away at your forehead with the cold washcloth. “Computer, bathroom light to 30%”

You groaned in earnest, satisfied with the amount of attention you were receiving and the dim lighting you were in.

“Here, let me wash your hair real fast,” he spoke quietly, reaching over to grab your bottle of shampoo and a jug of warm water he’d placed to the side earlier..

After pouring some water on your head, he squirted a dollop into his hands and slowly massaged it into your hair. Humming an unfamiliar tune, you let yourself drift off in bliss as Leonard worked his way out from the scalp. His long, talented fingers did not miss a place, gently smoothing out each strand out.

It was pure heaven.

Before you knew it, he was pouring the rest of the water to get the suds out. “Let’s get you outta there before you start shivering.”

Letting the water drain and helping you up to your feet, he grabbed a nearby definitely-not-standard-Starfleet extremely fluffy towel from the rack and ever so gently dried you off.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you yawned, feeling so much better than just a mere few hours ago.

“Incoming,” he warned, throwing you your pair of pajamas, and lastly, your panties to your face.

You did your best to scowl at him, but failed as you ended up chuckling at his antics.

“Why don’t you go get yourself comfortable on the couch, and I’ll bring you something to eat?” He suggested, placing another hand on your forehead.

You nodded. When he was satisfied that the heat behind your skin had lessened, he left for the kitchen to get you your dinner.

Stretching yourself out on the couch, you reached out for the plaid blanket draped over the cushions, while scrolling through the tv guide for something to watch.

The scent of chicken noodle soup filled the air, turning your gaze towards the hallway as Leonard emerged with two bowls of soup and a hypo all balanced on a tray.

“Found anything eye catching yet?” He asked, carefully handling over your bowl.

“Not yet,” You replied, thanking him with a nod. “How’s your day been?”

You scooped up spoonful after spoonful of soup as you listen to him talk about those unfortunate to be stuck down in the medbay. Idiots, he had called them.

When you and Leonard both had your fill, you watched as Leonard picked up the hypo. Knowing the routine, you tilted your head to the side, so he had better access to your neck.You felt his warm fingers splayed around your throat, seeking out a landmark for the injection.

“Quick pinch,” He warned. You closed your eyes before the slight sting, which was made instantly better by his gentle massage.

You must have made a noise of happiness as he stopped, softly kissing your forehead. Sickness be damned. He was a doctor, he didn’t get sick.

“Stay right where you are, darlin, and let me go get those ice cream,” He grinned at you, before moving off the couch.

It took a few minutes before you finally decided on the cheesy, yet classic movie: The Titanic. Leonard returned with two ice creams and spoons, placing them within arms distance on the coffee table in front.

At last, he snuggled up closer to you, pulling you tighter to him. “What are we watching, sweetheart?”

“The Titanic,” You grinned at him, enjoying the relaxed smile he had beaming on his face.

“Of course,” He rolled his eyes good naturedly, but settled in.

“Leonard?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My pleasure, sugar.”

(My masterlist is also up for those interested)

#cold season #flu season #need a doctor?#leonard mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #bones x reader #star trek #star trek aos

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akp-1327 · 4 years ago

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prompts list #2

Hi! Here are even MORE dialogue prompts to get the creative juices flowing.

There aren’t any specific genres like my other one but I did try to use the same three categories (fun, romantic, angst). The link to that list is riiiiight here!

Enjoy these 200 prompts! :)

"All you had to do was follow the instructions."

"We're stranded!"

"Don't touch that!"

"Is that…?" → "Yes."

"Well, when life gives you lemons…"

"Twenty minutes of my precious life was just spent making this contraption that doesn't even work!"

"That's gonna leave a mark."

"Forget what just happened, okay?"

"My entire nervous system is on fire."

"I will not be swimming in that disgusting pool."

"C'mon, be a fearless warrior prince/princess for once!"

"I'm in love with...ice cream."

"Clean up on aisle seven!"

"Mosquito bites suck."

"Excuse me? Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

"Please hurry. I really need to use the bathroom."

"Ow! Stupid freaking corner!"

"Why do we have to go now?"

"Oh my God, you better not--"

"Get down from there!"

"I wish I wasn't allergic to cats. They're the purr-fect companion." → "Please stop before I smack you."

"My future kids will see this picture so I am not wearing that."

"Everything is free!"

"Would you like a drink for your troubles?"

"HOT! FIRE IS HOT!"

"Oh, please. Give me a break."

"Name off the first thing that comes to your mind, go!"

"I'm so bored."

"Alarm clocks were such a stupid invention!"

"I'm...reading?"

If you cook there will be nothing to eat; you'd burn it all."

"I'd be nothing without my harmonica."

"Are we going to a bar or not?"

"I'm rolling my eyes at you in spirit, then."

"All I wanna do is dance!"

"I’m quite sarcastic if you couldn’t tell already.”

"Awww, hi there, little buddy!"

"What is that thing?"

"I triple dog dare you."

"Crisis avoided!"

"Why did you text me when you're sitting right next to me?"

"Contrary to popular belief, money does, in fact, grow on trees."

"Stop right there!"

"It's so loud in here!"

"My air guitar skills are literal fire."

"There's shampoo in our soap dispenser. Freaking. Shampoo!"

"Hand me that blanket, please."

"How many languages do you speak?"

"You've never gone fishing?"

"Ha ha, can’t you see how hard I'm laughing?"

"No! My phone is only at one percent!"

"Puppy!"

"They're obsessed with you...in a creepy way."

"Do a flip!"

"That's what she said!"

"Why are razors so sharp?"

"Ouch, my poor feelings."

"Smells like a doctor's office in here."

"I love the rain!"

"You did not just compare Eminem to Mozart."

"Uno!"

"You could choose anything in this store...and you chose that?"

"Cottage cheese is delicious!"

"Attack!" → "Retreat!"

"I love...refrigerators!"

"Sing me a song."

"Pick up your own trash! I am not your maid."

"That's a beautiful dress."

"Stop making those stupid dirty jokes!"

"Try me."

"Okay, okay, I get your point."

"It's not mad science."

"We came full circle."

"Can I borrow your shirt for a second?"

"That's going to be really hard to clean, you know that, right?"

"You want to live in Hawaii, huh?"

"Wait, stop-- no!"

"Wanna go get milkshakes?"

"That was a waste of my money, time, and patience."

"That's a huge problem!"

"Did you just say that you don't like popcorn?"

"Don't tell me you have a 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign."

"Hey, look at that nice car."

"Not today, Satan!"

"Can I offer you a piece of pie in these trying times?"

"Ew! Get it off me!"

"I always forget how nice it is to just lay on the couch and relax."

"Throwing a football is easy, though!"

"What happened to your hair?"

"That's an...interesting outlook."

"Wanna know what really irks me? Those pointless life hack videos on Instagram."

"I don't work out for fun, you know."

"He/She/They should be here right about...now."

"Don't eat that."

"Yes! I'll take it!"

"Is it just me or is it really hot in here?"

"Do you think it's cursed?"

"Sunburn hurts."

"Let's play the classics like Elvis and Prince, maybe a little bit of Queen?"

"Is that car coming this way?"

"Snowball fight!"

"That's why I'm such a good actor/actress."

"Can you sit still for five minutes?"

"It's a...a...wait, what is it again?"

"You're so sweaty."

"Hot chocolate?"

"I don't particularly enjoy sushi."

"Déjà vu, maybe?"

"Open that door!"

"It's my way or the highway, buckaroo."

"Did we win?"

"This show is really annoying but I can't stop watching it..."

"Stalker, much?"

"WEDGIE!"

"What's your favorite band?"

"That movie sucked.”

"Why’d it have to be today?”

"Go get coffee?"

"Is that a skateboard?"

"Why are you running?"

"Can I see?”

"Do it and I’ll hurt you.”

"I was talking to myself...sorry.”

"Well, now we know how the show ends...”

"We learn something new each and every day!”

"But first, hot chocolate.”

"You can have my slice!”

"You got this!”

"That attitude may be your doom…”

"For the last time, earth is not flat!”

"Honesty is what can make a relationship thrive.”

"Was that a grandfather clock?”

"Let’s go for a coffee run.”

"Don’t forget to write that down.”

"Some people just want to watch the world--” → “Learn!”

"Do you play an instrument?”

"Just do your best.”

"Oh my God, they’re helpless!”

"We’re making history!”

"Give me your strongest roar, mister lion!”

"Cue the sad trombone.”

"Don’t take candy from random people!”

"Clowns? Seriously?!”

"What’re we supposed to do now? Sit here and photosynthesize?”

"Slow and steady wins the race…”

"Too! Fast!”

"Remember when you said that you only needed to buy one thing?”

"Rewind! I didn’t see!”

"Speak up, please.”

"I haven’t been the same since.”

"I’m never satisfied.”

"Just wait a second, okay?”

"Oh wow, that’s what I call eye candy…”

"Is this some kind of smart person joke that I’m too dumb to understand?”

"Get back here!”

"Nice job, (name), I’m proud of you.”

"At least you’re happy now.”

"I still need to find a present for (person)’s birthday.”

"That was disgusting.”

"Is it supposed to taste this bland?”

"We should write a story.”

"Wait, you have a scrapbook?”

"What we’re about to do is illegal!”

"That bird is giving me a dirty look…”

"Why do pillows hurt so much?”

"Giddyup!”

"That’s such a sob story. Can’t you see my invisible tears?”

"Check this out!”

"I never want to do that again!”

"I’m falling asleep just looking at you.”

"What’s with the glitter?”

"Stop yawning, for God’s sake!”

"Why’re you so sassy?”

"The roads are scary at night!”

"How about we ride into the sunset like in all of those old cowboy movies?”

"What’s the problem?”

"How could you not be excited for it?”

"Let’s make soap!”

"Instant ramen, anyone?”

"One cup isn’t enough!”

"I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

“My hands may be small but that doesn’t mean that they don’t have the ability to punch you.”

"Surprise!”

"I’m just trying to braid your hair!”

"It’s like we’re walking a tightrope.”

"Bold of you to assume that I need help.”

"I really like your...pants.”

"Why did you step on my toe?”

"What time is it?”

"No! That’s not how this game works!”

"Who are you?”

"That was really smooth...”

"We need to turn this spark into a flame!”

"Well, essentially…um...”

"Can we just go outside?”

"We’re all stupid geniuses.”

"That couch is calling my name!”

"Oh, how lovely.”

"I haven’t been to the zoo in years!”

"Plot twist!”

Phew...that was a lot. But I hope you have some inspiration! :)

#writing prompts #dialogue prompts #writing #anything else related to writing i guess #i hate tagging #:)

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rwby-nwbe · 5 years ago

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Just Finished RWBY Volume 2...

...and HOLY HECK IT GOT BETTER.

[Warning: Spoilers for Volume 2 and Long Post.]

New antagonists! More huntsman action! More characters and interactions! And the fights, tho. THE FIGHTS!

*Ahem* Okay, clearly I just need to start from the beginning...

Episode 1

We start the new season by being reintroduced to our new antagonists, Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black. They may be villains, but they're also obviously teens (Mercury radiates prick energy) and they're dynamic is entertaining. Also, RIP Tukson, he seemed like a nice dude...

We then cut back to Team RWBY and JNPR, who are apparently on break at the moment. It's also nice to see Sun again, and we also get to meet Neptune. Anyways, someone throws a pie in Weiss face, and you know what that means...

FOOD FIGHT!!!

Seriously, THESE KIDS ARE CRAZY. Ruby can apparently surf on lunch trays! Weiss used ketchup and a freakin' swordfish like Myrtenaster! Blake used baguettes and a sausage link like Gambol Shroud! Freakin' YANG was punching things with TURKEY! JAUNE... threw a melon, that was cool; nice to see that he's losing the noodleness of his body. NORA RIPPED OUT A PIPE, STUFFED IT TO A MELON, AND CALLED IT MAGNHILD! Note to self: never challenge Pyrrha to a fight near a vending machine (or anytime, really). Ren can kick WATERMELONS, and fight with LEEKS. HOW CAN THEY EVEN DIGEST ALL THAT FOOD!?

RIP Neptune's hair though, I hear grape is hard to wash out...

Then we cut back to the White Fang and Torchwick, who are then met with Mercury, Emerald, and later the great Cinder Fall herself. I'll admit, Mercury's funny but a jerk, and Emerald... I'm pretty sure I was mentally screaming "YOU'RE BEING MANIPULATED" when I saw her and Cinder. First she doesn't give Emerald a hug, then she tells her to not think and just obey? RED FLAGS. RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE.

Oh, speaking of Cinder, while she does radiate boss energy, I'm glad that I don't personally like her. I don't know what it is, but it might be the fact that she's treating everyone else like her pawns (and considering she used a chess piece later in this volume, I wouldn't be surprised). I mean, good villain, but like any good villain, I want her to get roasted, though that might not work given her Semblance.

Also, Roman Torchwick, you beautiful jerk, never change. I love ya, but I also love seeing you get dragged, which is what Emerald did to you at the end of this. Yep, I'm on board for this season!

Also, the new opening. I thought nothing could top "This Will Be The Day." I was wrong. Haven't listened to all of it yet, but "Time To Say Goodbye" SLAPS.

Episode 2

So, several things. There's board games, insert Yu-Gi-Oh reference here... Yang has too much power. Also, if I remember the lingo right, then this is also the episode where the White Rose shippers got crumbs, the White Knight shippers were once again denied, and where the Iceberg shippers were born (while the rest of us were titling our heads in confusion with Jaune). Jaune continues to be a social dork (what's with the blonde boys blowing Blake's secret? Don't think I've forgotten about Sun...). Blake is being consumed with the burden of RESPONSIBILITY. I feel that Blake. Oh, and the ending...

Why do out villains have to be clever enough to infiltrate the actual school!? And Weiss' "We're doomed." I hope that's not secret foreshadowing...

Episode 3

Jaune fails yet again at wooing Weiss (at least Yang comforts him at the end), and the gang begins their espionage. We meet Penny again, Weiss deals with her past, albeit briefly, and Penny... oh boy. She's hiding something, and the hiccups make it obvious. What could it possibly- oh...

Episode 4

Most of us had our suspicions, what with Penny's awkward demeanor and ludicrous super strength, but yep, she's a robot! Aw, get yourself a real one like Ruby. Oh, and Neptune's useless with Yang around. Speaking of, HEY, good to see you again, Junior! So Blake and Sun intercept the White Fang rally and... oh fudge they got giant robots. BAIL! We also get to see Neptune's weapon and Sun's semblance (before they nope off the road and leave the rest of the fighting to RWBY, while they go off and get ramen, the jerks...). Also, nice to see that they have team attack names (I believe some of them double as ship names), and this is where we get to meet the Ice Cream Queen Neopolitan (not to be confused with the now officially dubbed Ice Queen Weiss Schnee. If even the villains are calling you that, then congrats, you have a new title)! Neo then proceeds to give them the slip, and I personally believe that Yang only disliked Weiss' pun because it highlighted her failure.

C'mon Yang, at least she's TRYING!

Episode 5

Pyrrha is a combat queen. 'Nuff said. Suck it, CRDL.

Oh no. Mercury is both a smart aleck AND smart. This will not end well.

Blake, take a break. No, seriously, working yourself to death just because you think you can doesn't mean you should. You will only feel worse. TAKE A BREAK.

Well Jaune, mission failed. You'll get her next time.

Pyrrha Nikos. Sweetie. We're talking about Jaune Arc here. He's not gonna get the hints you're dropping unless that "hint" is a full blown irrefutable confession so obvious that even he can't screw it up. I know you want to help him because you like him (and yes, even like like him), but it's clear Weiss isn't interested, at least not now. Capitalize on that!

And our villain group continues to be dastardly. *Chuckles* We're in danger.

Episode 6

The dance draws near, and it seems that both Blake AND Jaune could use a pep talk!

Poor Blake. It appears your faunus trait makes you more cat-like than just the ears.

Also, poor Ren. He just wants a nice bath, but alas, the power of bromance.

Oof, tough love from Yang. Pretty good flashback, though. Also, Pyrrha, your selfless nature will be your undoing, listen to Nora.

...oh God, if I'm saying "listen to Nora" when the world isn't ending, we might ACTUALLY be in danger.

Aw, the dance looks fun. Poor Jaune, tho. Don't worry, at least Yang, Blake, and Sun are having a good time (and this is the part where I realize I'm becoming a SunnyBee shipper, crap). Poor Ruby, having to wear heels. Don't worry, Ozpin will keep you company.

Oh crap, the villain kids are here! What are you up to!?

Episode 7

This one gets the runner up for my favorite episode. Alternatively, I give it the title "Team Leaders Know What's Up."

Jaune, you may be a dumbass, but you're the rare "Surprisingly Competent Dumbass With A Heart Of Gold," and you get my respect for that. Being socially awkward with Ruby? Comedy gold. Putting things into perspective for Neptune? Props, my dude. Comforting Pyrrha? Friendship goals (even though it should be more than friendship goals, but hey, you put on the dress, I'll give you that). Nice dance moves, by the way, JNPR.

As for Ruby... drinking Jaune's punch? Iconic. Noticing Cinder sneaking away? Nice. Fighting her in heels of all things? You, my dear red reaper, are on another level. A shame that Ironwood couldn't get there faster and that Cinder had to bail, but oh well.

Also: Penny continues to be heckin' adorable. I will never NOT stan.

Episode 8

HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THE NOBLE DOG ZWEI HAS GRACED US WITH HIS ADORABLE PRESENCE. Tremble before his ability to fit in boxes and melt Weiss' heart. Oh, and RWBY gets exposed to Ozpin, but surprise! Even Ozpin doesn't have to play by the rules! Though that could get him in trouble with Ironwood later...

Why does this show keep showing me characters that I want to get to know better in record time!? Team CFVY looks so interesting, and it's nice to see Velvet again! Ooh, I hope we see them more later...

Also, Professor Oobleck, I know we saw a bit of you in Volume 1, and I wish we got to know you better. You seem delightful.

Episode 9

Okay, my previous statement of DOCTOR Oobleck still stands. I love this chaotic fast man.

He's both funny AND deep! His reaction to Zwei? Comedy gold! Him picking apart RWBY's motives and the Grimm? Disturbingly thought provoking, but enjoyable. Also, Ruby, you're great, but you're not entirely a genius, you're just a little bit lucky.

In conclusion: there are a lot of characters to stan in RWBY. Dr. Oobleck is one of them.

Episode 10

We learn about WBY's motivations, now excuse me while I go crying in the club right now.

OH NO, RUBY GOT KIDNAPPED! AND SHE DOESN'T HAVE HER SCYTHE! FRICK, it's a mindset kind of deal! Without her scythe, she thinks she's useless! Oh, and Roman's there too, that's not good.

...that is REALLY not good, Oobleck! Get down there, all of you! Wait, is your thermos... your WEAPON!? HOW THE FU-

(Sidenote, I looked up the name, since most weapons have them and I'm impatient for them getting name dropped. "Antiquity's Roast," eh? Fitting...)

Episode 11

So... this episode.

Poor Ruby. She failed to fight back, she almost ran away but then it turns out Melodic Cudgel is also a GRAPPLING HOOK. Thank god Yang and company finally busted their way in.

...why are Roman and the White Fang going kamikaze with those train car bombs? Oh right, the Grimm. Crap, that ain't good.

Ah, Oobleck. You may have accidentally repeated Ruby's line, but a swig of your thermos/club/flamethrower and then using it to bat Zwei into a cannonball of death redeemed you!

So Neo's back. She's skilled, sassy, has something going on with her eyes... Oh boy, Yang's getting outclassed by a pipsqueak. That's gotta suck.

Does every faunus (baring Blake, Sun, etc.) hate the SDC? Seriously Weiss, what did your father DO!?

Roman, do not get flirty with Blake. Junior tried something similar with Yang way back in the Yellow Trailer, and he got socked in the face. You deserve that kick in the head.

Oh look, Yang's mom is here! Nice, now Neo can't kill her (don't you dare, you little ice cream, I swear...). Oh. OH. That's a big sword. Yeah, ya better run, Neo. You ain't winnin' this fight. Great, now I want to know what Yang's mom's deal is. Figures she just warped away afterwards...

And now the Grimm are above ground. Yeah, seems like a good time for the season finale.

Episode 12

Now THIS is my favorite episode.

Look at that, Jaune's getting good instincts! And it's nice that Team JNPR was able to help RWBY. Also nice that Jaune can actually kill a Grimm now. Good job, man. You earned Pyrrha's smile of approval.

As much as I'm wary of the antagonist trio, I'll admit, they can fight good. Especially Emerald, her guns are sick. Why am I warming up to her so fast? What is this magic!?

...CFVY. CFVY. WHY ARE Y'ALL SO BADASS? Seriously, Yatsuhashi's carying an entire sword and a half. Fox just pulled a Ren and caused a Grimm to explode. Coco... God, Coco- WHY DOES RUBY HAVE SO MANY QUEENS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!?

"You just destroyed my favorite clothing store. Prepare to die."

I-FREAKING-CONIC!

And she just murders Grimm with a BRIEFCASE. That turns into a GATTLING GUN. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT'S ALSO A GUN. (BTW, Gianduja is a really cool name for it.)

And now I want to know Velvet's weapon! It doesn't look like much now, but apparently it took a semester to build. And we know that Velvet can fight based on what we saw with her and Fox, so how does she ADD to that!?

THAT TRACK IN THE BACKGROUND, TOO! "CAFFEINE~" HELL YEAH!!!

Ooh, Port and Oobleck teamup! Oh no... THE GLYNDA IS MAD PEOPLE. I REPEAT, THE GLYNDA IS MAD! SHE HAS NO PATIENCE FOR YOUR GRIMM BS!!!

Welp, Roman got handled, though I doubt it's for long... Yay, RWBY finally gets a break! Oh boy, trouble brewing between Ozpin and Ironwood, that ain't good.

...bull man's back. Uh, guys, Adam's back! And he's helping the bad guys! THIS IS REALLY NOT GOOD.

...oh, so your name is Raven? And that's what you look like under the mask. There's the resemblance... Oh boy, where have you been all of Yang's life?

...

So all in all, Volume 2 was even better than Volume 1, in my opinion. It's like they took the first volume and amped it up to 11. Longer runtimes, great comedy, great action sequences, great CHARACTERS. It's just a complete trip! 10/10, would ride again. Welp, it's getting late, so I can't immediately start Volume 3. But what Volume 2 gave us is good enough to tide me over.

...I am so glad I started this series. Well, this is goodbye for now. Cheers, internet!

-Mathewton, the RWBY Newbie (22 March 2020)

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wild-springflower · 5 years ago

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Old Enough to Know I'll End Up Dying (Not Young Enough to Forget Again)

A story inspired by a prompt from @bemybuddie who wanted Eddie getting hurt in the street fighting and being unconscious and then dreaming of a perfect life with Buck, and when he wakes up he tries to get to that place from the dream, because it was wonderful. Be warned, it’s gonna be long. Part 1 of 4.

For the first few moments it’s total euphoria, and he can see why people do this for a living. The sweat, the pull of muscles, the constant need to be on alert; it was exhilarating. And then something solid collided with his left temple and his world went black.

He came back to awareness with a bright light shining in his eyes and at least a dozen worried looking people standing over him, the closest aside from the man checking him over, was Lena. It took a moment for him to realize their lips were moving, and a moment longer after that to actual hear what they were saying.

“-ddie, you good?”

“Ugh, what hit me?”

“That would be my fist.” The man he’d been fighting at least looked apologetic, knowing it had been Eddie’s first fight and having promised to take it easy on him.

“Well, ow.” Eddie chuckled, moving to push himself off the ground.

“Woah now, you were just knocked out,” Lena rolled her eyes, pushing against Eddie’s chest lightly, “can you just sit for a second and let our doctor look you over?”

“What’s the verdict doc, am I gonna live?”

The doctor rolled his eyes but seemed pleased as he put his penlight away. “Looks like just a mild concussion. Get some rest tonight, take something for the headache and maybe put some ice on that.”

Eddie turned to Lena and smiled in a way that clearly asked, ‘happy?’

She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head, but extended a hand and helped haul Eddie off the ground. “Let’s call it a night huh?”

“So how bad was that for my first fight?”

“Honestly, you’d be surprised how many people get knocked out their first time. Plus, you lasted longer than most, so you got that going for you.”

Eddie laughed, “I suppose we should call it a night.”

“You good to drive home?”

There was something else there, beneath the surface, and Eddie could tell it wasn’t just a question as to his safety. It was more of an invitation, to do something else with the rest of their evening. And he was tempted, god he was tempted, but he had to get back home, where Christopher was waiting with Buck.

Thinking of his friend made his stomach do all sorts of weird and uncomfortable flips, but he brushed it off as best he could. “I’m good to go, I’ve gotta get home to my kid.”

Lena nodded, not at all offended. “Another time. Have a good night Diaz.”

“You too la bombera.” He smiled as he climbed into his car, his head was still pounding but everything else? Everything else felt amazing.

There were still lights on when Eddie pulled into his driveway, careful to leave enough room for Buck to back out. He climbed the steps quickly, keys jingling as he unlocked the door. He could hear voices coming from further inside, and he followed them to Christopher’s room, the sight making his heart warm.

Chris was laying under his covers, smiling and giggling as Buck knelt on the ground in front of him, acting out some sort of story involving a stuffed t-rex, a G.I Joe, the blue power ranger, and the lego Spiderman hanging suspended from a lego tower.

“Oh no!” Buck shouted softly, making an exaggerated chomping noise as the t-rex swooped down and apparently ate the G.I Joe.

“That’s not what happens!” Christopher cried, smiling.

“It isn’t?”

“No!”

“Well then what does happen?”

Christopher paused for a moment, grabbing something under the sheets, “He gets saved by Wolverine!”

Buck looked around in confusion, scratching at his head, “I don’t see Wolverine.”

“He’s right here!” Christopher shouted, pulling his Wolverine action figure out from under his blanket.

“Woah!” Buck cried, “And it’s a sneak attack from Wolverine, oh no what is the t-rex gonna do!”

Christopher double over laughing and if Eddie’s heart hadn’t already been full it certainly was then. “Now what’s going on in here?” He asked in a playfully stern tone.

“Daddy!” Christopher looked up and his smile grew impossibly larger.

“Hey buddy!” Eddie ran into the room and bent down, pulling Chris into a tight hug, “How was your day?”

Christopher’s head fell back, and he thought for a moment, “Good, Buck and I saved the world!”

“Oh, did you now?”

Buck chuckled, standing and sticking his hands in his pocket as he watched the two of them interact. “More like the backyard.”

“It was being attacked by pirates.”

Eddie pulled back, holding Chris at arms’ length, “I thought you liked pirates.”

“I do, the good ones!” He laughed.

“Oh of course, what was I thinking? Alright, time for bed huh?”

Chris sighed, looking down at where their story had been abruptly paused. “Okay. Buck? Can we finish the story tomorrow?”

“Absolutely buddy!” Buck said, not even having to ask Eddie if it would be okay, already knowing the man worked again the next day.

Chris pulled away from his dad and held out his arms expectantly, waiting for Buck to hug him goodnight as per usual. Buck, never one to disappoint, bent down and wrapped his arms gently around Christopher’s small frame. “Goodnight buddy.”

“Goodnight kid.” Chris whispered, stifling a yawn.

“Night Chris, I love you.” Eddie bent over, kissing his sons’ forehead before following Buck towards the door.

“Love you daddy.”

Pausing at the door Eddie smiled as he looked at the bed, waiting for Christopher to situate himself comfortably before flipping the light off and pulling the door mostly closed behind him.

Buck turned to him, smile on his face and something funny to say no doubt when his entire demeanor changed, “Woah Eddie, what happened are you okay?”

Eddie stopped in confusion before recognition dawned, he was probably bruised from the fight. He hadn’t even had a chance to look at it, he really hoped it wasn’t too bad. “Oh yeah, fine just um, little mishap at work.”

“Okay.” Buck was staring at him, watching him closely, almost like he didn’t believe Eddie but didn’t want to call him out either. “Well, I can be over again tomorrow, around noon, right?”

Eddie blinked in surprise, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the fact that Buck knew his schedule. He shoved them down quickly however and nodded instead. Except that motion made the world spin a little, so he quickly stopped. “Yeah, noon is great.”

Buck was staring at him again, worry clearly shining in his eyes. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Positive, wouldn’t be home if I weren’t. Now you should get some sleep, I assume you’ll have your hands full again tomorrow.”

“Yeah that kid is never short on energy.”

“I know it’s obscene.” Eddie responded immediately, and the two of them laughed, the sound tapering off awkwardly. And Eddie had to wonder when there started to be tension between them; or maybe he was the only one feeling it.

Buck sniffed, smiling softly and looking up at Eddie through his eyelashes.

The sight was so beautiful Eddie’s heart almost leapt right out of his chest; and wouldn’t that have been embarrassing. He must have gotten hit harder than he realized, normally he was able to control those types of thoughts, knowing nothing would ever- could ever- come of it. He cleared his throat, “Well, it’s been a long day I should,” he gestured vaguely over his shoulder.

“Right.” Buck nodded, “Have a good night Eddie.”

“Yeah you too.” Eddie practically whispered, watching and, definitely not admiring the view, as Buck let himself out. Once the coast was clear he let himself collapse against the counter with a sigh, head hanging, and eyes closed.

“You should just tell him already.”

The sudden voice nearly gave Eddie a heart attack and he turned around to see Christopher standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “What are you doing out of bed?” He demanded good-naturedly.

Chris shrugged innocently, “I was thirsty.”

“Course you were, get some water and then get your butt in bed you little stinker.”

“I’m going.” Christopher said, smiling up at him in a way that bode of far too much knowledge. “But you should tell him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That you like Bu-”

“Bed!” Eddie said loudly, hating how much his ears were burning.

Christopher just giggled, walking off slowly to his room, cup of water balanced in one hand.

Eddie sighed heavily, if he hadn’t needed Tylenol before he certainly did now. He did not need to think about the implications of his son giving him advice on his love life.

Buck groaned as his head flopped to land against his steering wheel. He knew his crush on Eddie was getting out of hand, he just didn’t know what to do. Maddie would say that he should just tell him already, “nothing can happen if you do nothing.”. But it wasn’t like that was even remotely an option. Eddie definitely wasn’t interested, and he really couldn’t do anything to mess up what they already had. Because even if he couldn’t be with Eddie in the way he really wanted, he knew he needed Eddie in his life in some capacity. And confessing unrequited love was a sure-fire way to get him full scale ejected from Eddie’s life.

He waited for the light in the living room to flip off before starting his car and pulling out of the driveway. He was just thankful that when he got home, he was able to fall asleep relatively quickly, even if it was on the couch with his tv providing a wonderful distracting background noise to his otherwise loud thoughts.

The next day started off as normal as they all did, no dark rain clouds or impending sense of doom. Just a quick flash of a smile goodbye and a shout of “love you” out the door before Buck was left alone in the house with Christopher.

“Well bud, what do you feel like doing today?”

Christopher thought on it for a moment, before his face lit up, “Ice cream!”

Buck chuckled with a shake of his head; he was glad he wasn’t the kid’s dad because he couldn’t say no to anything that child wanted. “Ice cream it is.”

Christopher was sitting in front of the tv, enjoying the ice cream they’d gotten to go, while Buck was cleaning up from lunch in the kitchen. His phone started ringing, vibrating from its place on the countertop, and he quickly dried his hands and went to grab it. He glanced up at Chris quickly, smiling when the kid shouted something about going the other way at the tv, before answering. “Hey Bobby, what’s-”

Bobby cut him off quickly, his words making Buck’s heart come to a jarring halt. “Buck listen, Eddie collapsed at work today, he’s in the hospital right now getting looked at but we don’t know what the problem is.”

Buck felt like there wasn’t air to breathe, “What?” he croaked.

“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know and, I don’t know if you want to bring Christopher or-”

“No!” Buck said quickly, nervously checking to make sure Chris’ attention was still drawn to the tv before stepping into the laundry room. “No, I-I don’t, he doesn’t need to be there yet. Um, let’s just, find out what’s wrong first. He’s had so much happen recently, he doesn’t need to get freaked out if it’s nothing.”

“Okay,” Bobby agreed readily, and that made Buck’s heart swell in gratitude. “Are you coming?”

“Uh, I can uh, I can give Carla a call, see if she’s available. I’ll text you when I find out. Just, please keep me updated?”

“Of course.”

“‘Kay thanks, talk to you soon.” Buck sighed heavily, noticing for the first time how badly his hands were shaking. “Oh shit.” He breathed.

Christopher was sitting exactly where Buck had left him, smiling and laughing, not a worry in the world. Buck hated himself for what he was about to do but he couldn’t just not tell Chris his dad was hurt.

“Hey kiddo,” Buck swallowed, he put the tv on mute and steeled himself for what was probably going to be one of the hardest conversations of his life.

Chris picked up on the shift in tone immediately, “What’s wrong Buck?”

“Look um, buddy, your daddy he’s, well he’s a little hurt. And um, our friends had to take him to the hospital.”

“We go see him?” Chris asked immediately.

“Um, I’m going to see if Carla can come over and watch you for a bit, while I go to the hospital.”

“But I wanna see daddy.”

“I know you do. I promise you can see him, just-just not right this second okay?”

Chris paused, his voice small and quivering, “Is daddy going to the same place as mommy?”

Buck’s heart shattered and he had to physically hold back a sob, because the truth was, he didn’t even know. Bobby hadn’t been specific, but he’d sounded rattled. “No, no buddy of course not. Your daddy, well I don’t know if you know this, but your daddy is one strong guy.”

“Like you?” Christopher asked, tone lifting a little.

“Nah, even stronger.” Buck whispered, blinking back tears.

“Who?”

Buck smiled, the action painful, “You.”

Buck was at the hospital a little over thirty minutes later rushing in and finding the team sitting in the waiting room. “Hey, what’s going on any news?”

Bobby was on his feet in a second, hands gently gripping Buck’s shoulders, “Hey buddy, calm down, we don’t have any news yet. Just breathe okay?”

Buck nodded, doing his best to keep his panic at bay. “What happened?”

“He just collapsed, no warning or anything.” Hen supplied, an untouched cup of coffee sitting on the table next to her.

“I mean, did it have to do with how he got hurt yesterday?”

Bobby crossed his arms over his chest, “How did he get hurt yesterday?”

Buck blinked, “What do you mean, he told me he got hurt at work.” Buck swallowed, “He did get hurt at work, right?” He asked, but his teams silence was already answer enough. Eddie had lied.

The realization smacked Buck like a train. He couldn’t think of a reason that Eddie would lie to him, it didn’t make sense.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

The soft murmur had Buck’s attention zeroing in on a woman he hadn’t noticed before, sitting in the corner chair in the same firefighter uniform as the rest of his team.

“What wasn’t that bad?” Bobby asked.

The woman sighed, “He got smacked in the head pretty good last night but-”

“What?” Buck interrupted, “What was he doing?”

“I took him to a small street fighting ring I’m in.”

Buck blinked; certain he’d heard wrong. “You made him do what?”

“Hey, I didn’t make him do anything, he wanted to.” The woman shot back defensively.

“Wh- who even are you, why are you here?”

“Lena Bosko, and I’m here cause I’m worried about my teammate.”

Buck was getting pretty sick of having curveballs thrown at him, and he could only turn to Bobby in hurt confusion at the new knowledge.

Bobby sighed, “It’s only a temporary thing, her team is a little displaced right now cause of the tsunami and you’re not ready to come back to work yet Buck.”

Lena paused, looking him up and down, “So you’re the infamous Buck.”

“What of it?” Buck said sharply, not liking the way she was glowering at him.

She shrugged nonchalantly, “Nothing, just not how I was picturing the guy who lost Eddie’s kid in the tsunami to look.”

Buck saw red, “What did you just say?” He snarled.

“Woah, okay how about we calm down.” Chim said, stepping in front of Buck as he took a threatening step forward.

“Bosko, that is enough, I want you to go cool off.”

“But Cap-”

“I will text you with an update when we have one for now take a walk.” Bobby’s voice left no room for question.

Lena scoffed, glaring daggers at Buck as she stalked out of the room, the eyes of the remaining 118 following her as she went.

Only once she was out of sight around the corner did Chimney release Buck’s shoulder from his hold. “Sorry Buckaroo.” He whispered.

Buck wasn’t quite sure what he was apologizing for, but he appreciated it all the same.

“Hey Buck, I’m gonna talk to her okay? She doesn’t get to speak to you that way.”

Buck nodded, “It’s okay Bobby.” He followed Chim’s guiding hands into a chair and leaned into Hen’s offered arm.

She rubbed her hand across his back, “He’s gonna be okay Buck.”

Buck smiled up at her weakly; he really wanted to believe her, but he just couldn’t shake the fact that she didn’t actually know.

It was another hour at least before the doctor came out, he told the team all sorts of information that Buck simply wasn’t able to process, he knew they’d tell him the important bits later. All he really got was that Eddie was alive but unconscious, and they would be able to see him.

The room wasn’t anything special, once you’d been in enough hospital rooms, they all looked the same. But Buck hadn’t been quite prepared for how quiet it would be. Aside from the machines, and there were too many of them doing things he didn’t even know and that on its own was enough to terrify him, Eddie was silent. And so still. Buck had to wonder if this was what it had been like for the others when he’d been in the hospital.

Hen gripped his right hand in her own, Chim slipping his fingers through his other, and Bobby placed a warm hand against his shoulder. The flood of support was overwhelming, and he found himself biting back tears.

He stared at Eddie for a moment longer, taking it all in: the closed eyes, bandage around his head, chest rising and falling steadily with the beeping of machines. “You’re an idiot.” He whispered, as the first tear of what would probably be many slipped down his face.

Ch 2

#911fox #9-1-1 fox #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #my writing

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thecloserkin · 6 years ago

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fic rec: if wishes were horses, we would rule the world by epicureanEmpath

fandom: Marvel

pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff

word count: 35k

Is it canon: Yes

Is it explicit: No

Is it endgame: Yes

Is it shippable: Yes

This fic was written in 2013 (Avengers: Age of Ultron saw theatrical release in 2015) and thus is not MCU canon-compliant. Pietro and Wanda Maximoff are mutants. “They have superpowers” is the one detail that all the comics and movies agree on, and usually those innate talents are enhanced by torture/experimentation. The premise of this story is that they were not born mutants—or rather, that Wanda was born with the power to alter reality through “wishes” and in a moment of weakness she grants Pietro’s entreaty to “make me faster than anyone else.” I wish he was like me, she thinks, and to her sorrow she dooms them both to the inevitable fate of mutants in this fallen world. Unleashing a wish, you see, is kind of like firing a revolver. The recoil from her wish lands Pietro in the hospital and the twins, eventually, in Herr Doktor’s laboratory as experimental subjects/victims.

What this fic does superbly is depict powerlessness as the defining quality of childhood:

In that moment Wanda saw that nothing she could say would convince Mother of the truth.

And make no mistake, they are children, they spend 5x more time thinking about ice cream than sex, and the cruelest thing Herr Doktor does is take away five years of their childhood. FIVE YEARS. That’s like, a third of their lives. It’s cruel that at first their parents disbelieve their claims re: superpowers; then when the twins are fucking kidnapped by Nazis and locked up as human lab rats, their parents don’t even coming looking for them—Mother and Father have swallowed the lie that Pietro and Wanda ran off. Adopted children do, sometimes. Man do you guys remember what it’s like to be a kid? Like a really small kid and you’re playing with a toy and someone comes along and makes you stop doing what you were doing and force you to, idk, eat broccoli instead? There is a convincing case to be made that this is why so many children are “picky eaters,” btw—because food is the one arena where they can exert some modicum of control over their lives. Sorry my point was that children are generally in a pretty powerless position, and that’s why Wanda’s newfound abilities are so gamechanging when they first manifest. Later, Wanda blames those same abilities for her captivity:

She hated her power most of all. Without it they would have gone on being Wanda and Pietro. Cookie dough ice cream whenever they could pinch it. Summers spent languid by the pool or buried hip deep in literature (for Pietro) and poetry (for Wanda)….Now Wanda barely remembered what a book smelled like. She couldn't recall the feel of the breeze, or a shirt's cotton caress on her skin. Only those few brief visits with Pietro had kept her anchored to herself. When she lost all hope and sought death in her soul, she could remember the brush of his hand in her hair and keep going, just for another minute, another hour, another day.

90% of the soul-crushing toll of her captivity lies in her separation from Pietro. At one point Herr Doctor promises her an hour alone with Pietro if she passes a test. A whole hour, she thinks—unheard of. But it’s all part of the test:

Herr Doktor had given no guidelines, laid down no rules. He never did. Wanda might perform perfectly throughout the meeting and still be denied that hour. All depended on the whim of Herr Doktor.

This is actually a tried-and-true strategy employed by those in authority against subjugated populations everywhere: keep ‘em guessing; set no firm rules that might be challenged or appealed; make them hang on your every whim, make them study your moods and concentrate all their energies on anticipating your displeasure.

“How did you say you keep control again? Suppressants?” “I have her brother too,” Herr Doktor said. He tipped Wanda's chin up with almost paternal care. “They are so fond of one another.”

The slimiest word in that sentence is paternal tbh. He feels paternal towards the twins, he’s just a benevolent parental figure hahaha NO. Ok so one day Pietro kisses Wanda during one of their brief visitations:

“Tomorrow,” Herr Doktor said, struggling to maintain calm, “he will be castrated. We cannot have you breeding little monsters, can we?” “If you touch him,” Wanda said, “I will wish you dead on the spot. How is the old heart doing, hm?” “My men have orders to shoot him if anything happens to me.” “If they shoot him, I will wish myself dead and be rid of this place – and you – either way.” His Adam's apple bobbed. She had him, for now.

Checkmate. You cannot win a game of chicken against someone who has nothing to lose, and Wanda’s only hostage to fortune is Pietro. If anything ever happens to Pietro all bets are off and Wanda becomes a loose canon.

They effect their escape!!! But the trauma of five years’ captivity is not so easily sloughed off. For one thing, they’re still minors but they can’t go back to their parents. They have no money, no job, nobody to turn to:

she almost wanted the sea to swallow her just so they could stop running. Herr Doktor would never find them at the bottom of the ocean.

Wanda missed colour … Wanda still dreamed in colour. And the colour was red.

This hurts so much. It’s a hard fic to read, not because there’s any graphic depictions of violence, but because the most effective form of torture is mental, and the whole story is limited-POV Wanda and we are really deep in her head and she is fucking petrified even after they break out of Herr Doktor’s lab. Here they are on the run and Wanda’s rediscovering something banal after being treated as subhuman for so long:

In the bottom drawer she found a compartment full of small, round black bundles. She tipped her head to one side and looked at them for a long time, unable to think what they were for. Finally she picked one up and pulled it apart. All at once the word came back to her. She had utterly forgotten about socks.

SOCKS she forgot about socks ohmygod it’s not like a lab rat would get to wear socks. The biggest casualty of their captivity is that Wanda store of trust in humanity is depleted. She feels like the society that allows somebody like Herr Doctor to exist is complicit in her and Pietro’s torture, and she ain’t wrong:

And yet the man below them was innocent. The man with the pickles, the police officers, the father, all of them were innocent in their ignorance. Herr Doktor had deceived them as thoroughly as he had deceived Wanda. How many times had Herr Doktor gone out to the store in those five years? How could the cashier have known, just by looking at those patronly eyes, that here was a madman who kept children bound like slaves in his laboratory?

She trusts Pietro and that’s it. Everybody else can go to hell. Pietro buys her a necklace!!! Well he steals her a necklace (they sneak into Wal-marts right before closing and sleep there at night), a delicate gold chain with a garnet bc Wanda’s all about repping the color RED in this story and I am here for it. There is something about brothers giving their sisters jewelry that hits all my buttons. I think because there is a social norm about men buying jewelry for the important women in their lives, including not just romantic partners but mothers and daughters too, so buying jewelry for your sister is technically unremarkable but it’s all about the context. One of my favorite scenes in Tabitha Suzuma’s Forbidden was when he scraped together the money from tutoring to buy her a surprise Christmas present and it was an engraved bracelet. Giving a woman in your life a really nice piece of jewelry is A Statement, but is it a statement of “I love you platonically” or “I love you and you’re my soulmate”? Am I the only one who is soft for this ambiguity?

ANYWAY Charles and Erik stumble on the twins so they are going to be taken into the bosom of the mutant community and they are going to be just fine.

#fic rec #maxicest #pietro x wanda

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 6 years ago

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A/N: a little surprise to make the cutest sunflower out there @myloverboyash feel better after her dentist’s appointment. i’m glad you survived!

Warnings: none, just 2k of toothache and Ashton fluff

You knew it was a bad idea. You’ve had toothache for two days already, so having ice cream for dinner was the worst idea ever.

But you couldn’t say no. You could never say no to anything Ashton would offer. He was always the crazier one and no matter how much you grumbled about his insane ideas from time to time, you loved his craziness. Especially when he was standing next to the fridge with your favourite peanut butter chocolate ice cream in his hands and a childish smile on his face. You saw little devils in his eyes. You couldn’t say no. You could never say no.

You were sitting on the living room floor and trying to choose a film to watch, two bowls full of ice cream in front of you. You refused watching any documentaries from his never ending lists and found flows in any other he would suggest. You pouted all through the discussion and soon enough Ashton got what you were doing.

“Don’t tell me you wanna rewatch it for the thousands time,” he sighed, looking defeated already.

You rolled your eyes and picked your bowl. “Choose whatever you want then,” you answered not even looking at him.

“You’re such a kid sometimes,” he mumbled, smiling and turning the film on.

“We’re having ice cream for dinner on a living room floor! When to be a kid if not now?”

Ashton laughed giving you a remote to adjust the sound level. He grabbed his bowl and settled down close to you. “I mean, I get it, the idea of a film is brilliant and music is good, but he’s not even a living animal. Just a fantasy creature.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was saying something like that every time you watched Lilo & Stitch together. You couldn’t quite figure out was he doing it just to piss you off or was it an active way of denying his own fondness of the film. Because, let’s be honest here, nobody in their right mind could not like this film. You just sighed and left it without a response, digging your spoon in slowly melting ice cream.

“And you even have him in, like, real life version.”

It seemed like Ashton couldn’t keep his mouth shut today. Any other day you wouldn’t probably notice. But today you were too tired, worn off by your toothache and scared of the perspective of going to the dentist. The strong pain you felt in your damn jaw after the very first spoon of ice cream didn’t help to raise your mood. You just needed your favourite film and a long cuddle session with your favourite man. And not his smart mouth.

“Though, you should agree, your real life version is slightly bigger than the original and not so funny,” he chuckled.

“Okay, mister,” you snapped, pointing at his surprised face with your spoon. “From now on you’re prohibited from saying any crap about my Stitch as he’s the one to keep me warm at night while you’re on tour! Now let me watch the film, please!”

You turned back to the screen, avoiding looking him in the eye. But you felt his studying look at you.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it this way,” he said a minute later. “I love how you love him. I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath and smiled. “I know. And I’m sorry too, shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

But you knew, you’d given yourself away. From that moment you felt him looking at you every couple of minutes. You thought you could hear all the machines inside his head processing the answer. You knew he would get it. He knew you too well.

Half an hour later with his bowl being empty and you still having half of your portion, things turned really suspicious for him.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he asked with a shade of worry in his voice.

“Yeah,” you answered too fast.

“Then why don’t you eat your ice cream? It’s your favourite.”

“Yes, I’m aware, thank you,” you snorted, trying to form a believable answer in your head. “Just not really hungry today. I’m just a slow eater. See?” with that you took a spoonful of ice cream and put in your mouth just to prove the point.

The wince you couldn’t hold back from the cold of the ice cream really did prove the point to Ashton, but, unfortunately for you, the different one.

“You have a toothache?” he asked, looking at you carefully.

“No, i don’t,” you shook your head, hoping not to get a sore throat also after how fast you’d swallowed that damn ice cream.

“You have a toothache, little liar! You don’t eat your favourite ice cream cause it makes you wince! And you’re in a snapping mood and craved that blue monster film! You so have a toothache! Unbelievable!”

You frowned but didn’t answer anything, turning your attention back to the film. You didn’t want to lie to Ashton. But you also wasn’t ready to admit it.

“Have you phoned for an appointment?” he asked, his sight not leaving your face.

“I don’t need an appointment. I’ll just take some drugs and it will be okay in the morning. Nothing serious, it’s just a little sensitive to the cold,” you declared stubbornly.

“And then you will end up toothless. Just like that dragon from a film! Don’t get me wrong, though, I’ll love you even when you’re toothless, promise.”

But you just huffed at his mocking. You knew Ashton was right. And you even promised yourself that if it’s still painful in the morning, you will call to the clinic. In the morning, though. Not now.

To your relief, Ashton dropped the topic. He even agreed to finish your ice cream, took both bowls to the kitchen and washed them while talking on the phone with, probably, his Mom. You smiled, thinking of what a strong bond he had with his mother. Even being continents away, he needed to talk to her every day. He was such an affectionate son.

You did take some pills after you two finished watching the film, and, going to sleep, you almost prayed for that ache to disappear in the morning.

The morning though was much different to what you expected it to be. It wasn’t seven in the morning yet, when Ashton woke you up.

“Are you out of your mind?” you whined into the pillow which you used to hide from him and the daylight.

“No, I’m not,” he snorted and tried to steal a pillow from you.

“Yes, you are! You can’t be both up before seven a.m. and sane!” you kept clinging on your pillow.

“Come on, sunflower, we need to go,” Ashton said, changing his strategy and trying to get the blanket from you.

“You can go then if you need. I’ll stay here.”

Ashton chuckled. He tried to pull you out one last time and then an unexpected happened. He just grabbed you with your pillow and blanket and took to the bathroom.

“I can put you under the shower like that or you can undress and give me the pillow. Whatever you choose, sweetheart,” he explained with a smile.

You knew he wasn’t joking for it wasn’t the first time he threatened to put you in the shower in clothes. As you hated the previous experience of getting out of a wet hoody under the streams of hot water, you gave in, handed him a pillow and huffed, “I hate you, Irwin.”

“No, you love me,” he answered without a tiniest doubt in his voice and kept instructing, “You’ve got fifteen minutes to get ready. Then we leave.”

“But where?” you tried to ask, but Ashton already went back to the bedroom, leaving you sleepy, pissed and with an aching tooth. Damn it!

Fifteen minutes later you were fastening your seatbelt while Ashton was starting the engine of his car.

“Where are we going?” you asked again, suppressing yet another yawn.

“It’s a surprise, love,” he smiled at you.

“Good surprise at least?” you were still trying to figure this mess out. Your tooth kept aching, you wanted to sleep and he didn’t even let you have coffee. The way he laughed and ignored your last question gave you some ideas, though.

And when he parked outside your clinic, you knew you were doomed.

“I can’t go there,” you shook your head, panic creeping up your spine.

“Yes, you can,” Ashton smiled again, checked time on his phone and got out of the car.

“I need to call for an appointment in advance, Ashton,” you kept protesting, while he was opening the car door for you. “It doesn’t work like this.”

“Well, it’s very convenient then that your wonderful boyfriend did call in advance for an appointment for you,” he noted, gripping on your hand and basically dragging you through the parking lot to the entrance.

“When did you even have time?”

It didn’t matter. You knew, it didn’t matter at all, but you had to know.

“While I was washing the dishes yesterday,” Ashton said and opened the door for you.

You couldn’t keep your astonishment inside. “But you were calling your Mom, weren’t you? I was sure you were calling your Mom!”

“Well, I wasn’t,” Ashton just shrugged and came up to the nurse at the reception desk. “Good morning! My name’s Ashton Irwin, I called yesterday.”

“Yes, yes,” old lady at the desk smiled brightly at you two. “And good morning to you too, honey,” she said looking straight at you. “Here’s your chart, the doctor’s waiting for you already.”

Ashton picked the papers, smiled even brighter at the old nurse and pulled you down the hall.

“Come on, it’s just the dentist!”

“It’s not just the dentist! It’s the scariest, ugliest and most disgusting thing in the world,” you pouted standing in front of the door.

“Well, someone’s definitely overdramatic today,” he snorted, sliding his hands around your waist. “You can do it, love. And everything will be okay, I promise. No more toothache, no more dentists.”

He winked at you and kissed your nose. You couldn’t help your smile. If anyone could make you smile in literally any given situation, it was Ashton.

“Will you wait for me?”

“Of course, love.”

“Fine!” you sighed loudly and, you had to agree, a little ovedramatic, took the papers from him and entered the doctor’s office.

An hour later, having survived all the tortures and horrors of a dentist’s office, you came out to the hall just to find you boyfriend quietly snoring on a visitor’s chair.

A little girl who was sitting next to him, waiting for her time, was throwing him funny looks every so often. You poked his shoulder. Ashton woke up with a thrill and almost jumped up from a chair, worried look on your face.

“Can’t believe you’ve fallen asleep, while I was suffering,” you muttered.

“I wasn’t sleeping!” he rushed, rubbing his eyes. You quirked your eyebrow. “Okay, fine, I was! How did everything go?”

“Awful, but I survived,” you admitted, taking his hand and moving to the exit.

“Do we need to come again?”

“No, I have a brand new sealant. But that means no ice cream today,” you failed to hide your disappointment.

Ashton nodded, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. “I’ll cook you soup, my love. Let’s go home.”

“Will it be chicken enchilada soup though?” you looked up at him, eyes full of hope.

“No, too much to chew. Cheese soup gonna be fine.”

“Okay, but it should be cheddar cheese soup then!”

You both got in the car to a sound of Ashton’s giggles. “Cheddar soup it is,” he nodded, driving from the clinic parking lot. “Will just need to step by the shop. Could also grab some apples you like, the honey ones, right?”

You smiled at how he remembered all these little things about you. But then your smile slightly faded away. “You won’t shut up about healthy eating for weeks now, will you?”

Ashton laughed again. “No, I won’t,” you stopped at the traffic light and he bent over the panel to pock you on the lips. “You’re so lucky to be my girlfriend.”

“I’m sure as hell a lucky one here,” you smiled back. You loved your ice cream dinners, but you certainly loved him more.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer blurb #ashtonirwin #ashton5sos #ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin fanfiction #my writing #my blurb

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hello-thefatlosshabit-blr · 6 years ago

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Are you ready to reboot and reset your relationship with food and exercise? Most programs focus on the mechanics of weight loss, but fail to adequately address the psychology of change required. Most people know more than enough about nutrition and exercise to lose weight, but fail to take action. This book takes a new approach to getting leaner, fitter, and stronger. The program uses high impact change strategies that make the process of adopting a healthy lifestyle easier. The nutrition and workout program like the change techniques, have all been proven effective and are all backed by research and scientific studies.

This book is full of change strategies and provides a blueprint for how they can be applied to transforming your body. These strategies can also be used to transform your relationships, build your career, and improve your life. You will learn the importance of creating a sense of urgency around your goal, tweaking your environment to foster new habits, finding bright spots, and generating short term wins to help you sustain momentum. Motivation is fleeting, that is why you will learn techniques to keep you stoked. You will learn how to apply solution based therapy’s miracle question to subdue personal struggles. You will learn how Starbucks teaches willpower to their baristas to produce a first-class customer experience. You will learn about action triggers, and how they are the key to adopting instant habits. You will learn how to use your smart phone to lose body fat, improve your workouts, and create new habits.

You will learn how group norms help US soldiers returning from Vietnam, overcome heroin addiction. You will learn what is often perceived as a “people problem”, is often a “situation problem”. It is much easier to change one’s environment, than one’s attitude and behaviors. You will learn about internal struggles between your logical brain and your emotional brain, and how you can leverage their respective strengths to achieve your goals, instead of sabotaging them. You will learn to break the habit of procrastination by applying the 5 second rule. You will learn that measuring an activity, automatically modifies your behavior because of the increased attention it is receiving.

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There is a lot of inspiration in the pages of this book. In many cases, real life examples are used to illustrate the effectiveness of the strategies being taught. You will learn how an unwelcome American advisor, with meager resources, and a limited timeframe to achieve significant results, was able to solve the problem of childhood malnutrition for millions of Vietnamese children. You will be surprised to learn that solution to complex problems, are often simple if you observe the patterns surrounding them. For example, a US Military Army Officer, in Kufa, Iraq; noticed that preceding violent riots, protesters would gather at dusk and shortly thereafter food trucks would fill the plaza. After requesting the food trucks not enter the plaza at dusk, the number of riots dramatically dropped.

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What if I told you that most of our daily decisions are made automatically? The area of our brain responsible for cognitive thought fatigues quickly, and can become overwhelmed if it is force to make too many decisions. This condition is called “decision fatigue.” Many business leaders suggest that you tackle complex problems and make difficult decisions early in the day, when your energy is at its highest, and reserve less complex tasks for the afternoon. Albert Einstein and Steve Jobs were said to have simplified their lives by having their closets full of identical outfits, to avoid having to decide what to wear each day. President Obama said, “You will see I wear only gray or blue suits… I am trying to pare down decisions. I do not want to make decisions about what I am eating or wearing. Because I have too many other (important) decisions to make.”

The basal ganglia, sometimes called our primitive brain or reptilian brain, was once thought to only help control movement; but is now thought to play an important role in how we learn, process emotions, make decisions, and adopt habits. It is the part of our brain that takes over when you are performing repetitive daily activities. This primitive brain, frees our conscious mind from having to make countless decisions we face each day. Many of these decisions are inconsequential. Decisions like which pant leg to put on first, or putting Splenda in your coffee mug before creamer. It is a huge advantage to delegate these task to the basal ganglia, so the conscious brain can focus on more important decisions. Have you ever gotten into your car and drove towards your work instead of driving to your doctor’s office, even though your conscious mind knew you had a doctor’s appointment? That is because your conscious mind was not in the driver’s seat. It was your primitive brain directing action out of habit. What is habit? Habit is an automatic behavior.

Habits are not good or bad. We place those labels on them based on whether they are or are not in line with our goals, objectives, and in some cases, “perception of our own reality”. They are simply learned behaviors. “Bad” habits can be interrupted and replaced by “good” habits. You just need to muster up enough discipline to make the new routine stick. Fortunately, we can change our habits and do it quickly by creating action triggers. Action triggers create new habits almost instantaneously. You will learn more about that later.

Please stop believing the notion you are overweight or unfit because you lack the willpower, have a slow metabolism, your lazy, you do not have time, or any of the excuses we all make. Trust me, I was once an overweight kid. My father was never able to shed the extra pounds, try as hard as he did. He was always overweight, like his father before him, who died of a heart attack during my father’s freshman year in high school. In one of those life changing moments, I decided I was not going to be fat. No one would put that fat label on me. I committed to daily exercise, gave up all sweets, and no junk food. That was it, that was my plan. The only difference between me, my father, and his father before him, was that I decided to change. I was committed to that decision and doggedly stuck with it, day after day until I lost the weight, which led me into a life of fitness and self-awareness. Some might say, it led me to an appreciation of a healthier lifestyle without giving up on what most people were doing.

Exercising was the easiest part for me, I enjoyed exercising. My father introduced me to exercise. He let me use his Cement Weight set in our basement and let me read all his Joe Weider Muscle and Fitness magazines. I was at that age when you love spending time with your parents. He would take me with him when he would go running around the local reservoirs, or through the woods of Brookdale Park, in my hometown of Montclair, New Jersey. I enjoy the simple rhythmic nature of running, which always cleared my mind. I rode my bike everywhere and relished the feeling of exertion that came from climbing up Mount Hebron road, and the rush of going back down at high speeds. I can still remember our dark dank unfinished basement, my dungeon. It was the place where I first pushed and pulled weights, making my muscles get stronger.

Giving up desserts was the hardest part, made more difficult by my family’s love of it. We ate out often and everyone order desserts. It was hard, it was very hard to just not succumb to temptation. Holsten’s Brookdale Confectionery was the restaurant we patronized most often. It is still well known for their homemade ice-creams and chocolates. Also made famous as the diner in which the last scene of The Sopranos was filmed. It was tough not making an excuse. I had to ignore that voice that said, “Everyone else is having some, why should I not?” It was rough, but I was resolute. I was not going to be fat. I was going to strengthen my body like the heroes in my comic books. Silly, but I was only ten years old. I did not know what I was doing, but I was doing it. Moreover, I was doing it enthusiastically. Over time it became easier to say no to desserts, and eventually they stop asking me if I wanted any.

You are not doomed to be overweight. You simply need to commit. Without commitment, you will never start. The program will not work unless you work. This program is unique from any other program you may have tried in the past, because it provides practical tips and tricks that make the process of change as easy as possible. The high impact change techniques coupled the books nutrition program will transform your body. You will be surprised how quickly you will burn away fat, and achieve a leaner stronger body. GOOD LUCK!

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· 3 Strategies for Resetting your Body Weight Set point to Keep the Weight Off

· A Nutrition and Training Program Based on Science, not Bro Science.

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tube thoughts vol. 2

zero stars - terrible, 1/2 a star - dull, 1 star - folly, 1 1/2 stars - lacking, 2 stars - fair, 2 1/2 stars - decent, 3 stars - terrific

zack snyder's 300: Rise of an Empire *Lady warrior commandeers the battle scenes and saves it from being a male meat fest like the first film.* 3 stars

rifftrax presents "Independence Day" *One way to make this movie more moronic would be if social media existed in its world at the time.* 3 stars with riffing 2 without

Cannon films "Ninja 3: The Domination" *Spunky shinobi, you must avenge me!* 3 stars

Septic Man *Municipal shit-storm* either zero stars for grossness or 3 stars for grossness and surrealness

"The Stuff" a Larry Cohen film starring Michael Moriarty *Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it.* 3 stars

Farscape premier episode *Awol from the ratcage.* 3 stars

Garth Marenghi's: Darkplace "The Creeping Moss from the Shores of Shoggoth" *Brocolli from space. I'd thought it had tasted odd.* 3 stars

Albert Pyun's "Omega Doom" starring Rutger Hauer *It's nice to know after we've killed ourselves off, through constant warfare, sentient robots will become gun nuts and start acting out cold war westerns.* 2 1/2 stars

Kenny vs. Spenny: "Who Can Sell More Bibles?" *The Devil is in the details.* 3 stars

Masters of Horror: Clive Barker's "Valerie on the Stairs" *Another bodice-ripper.* 2 stars

"I Spit On Your Grave" uncut 1978 either zero stars or 3 stars

"Beyond the Door" *Paranormal pregnancy with personality.* 3 stars

Twin Peaks: "The Condemned Woman" *Josie and the pine weasels* 2 1/2 stars

Lost and Found Video Night: Vol 7 -- 3 stars

Seinfeld: "The Frogger" *George's high score.* 3 stars

Kolchak, The Night Stalker: "Mr. R.I.N.G." *What's the difference between right and wrong? robot need to know.* 3 stars

Everything is Terrible "The Rise and Fall of God" *Homeschool is the answer.* 3 stars

Roger Corman presents Andrew Stevens' "Subliminal Seduction" featuring Sharknado's Ian Ziering and Critters' Dee Wallace Stone *CD-ROM Inception meets Tommy Wiseau's "The Room" type inept erotic thriller.* 3 stars

David Cronenberg's "eXistenZ" *Jennifer Jason Leigh penetrates Jude Law's port hole in order to play an addictive and twisted version of The Sims.* 3 stars

rifftrax presents "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" *Butter scraped over too much bread.* 3 plus stars with riffing 3 stars without

"Spacehunter: Adventures in the Forbidden Zone" *Han Solo babysits a brat-pack ginger cutie, Ernie Hudson is Lando, and Michael Ironside is a Darth Humongous who believes that Earth Girls Are Easy.* 3 stars

"Riddick" *Robinson Crusoe machismo* 3 stars

Farscape: "I, E.T." *My name is Mud.* 3 stars

Dominion: pilot episode *Bright light city gonna set my soul on fire.* 2 1/2 stars

"Thor: Dark World" *Science lady Padme pines for Adam of Eternia so that she inadvertently stumbles into the evil fudge and awakens the 9th Doctor Keebler Who causes the realms to converge like ornaments on an imploding Christmas tree.* 3 stars

"Priest" *Paul Bettany's Obi-Wan character is disenchanted with his forced retirement in a Catholic 1984 dystopia and his regret filled dreams lead to the wasteland where his fallen knights of the old republic partner, a cowboy from hell Karl Urban, lurks about with his horde of bloodsucking bandits and xenomorph vampires. A decent cameo from Brad Dourif as a snake oil salesman. This movie's biggest flaw is that it forgets the classic genre work of Sergio Leone, John Carpenter, and George Miller and instead mimmicks the cliche Matrix ripoff style hack work of Paul W.S. Anderson's Resident Evil flicks.* 2 stars

"Scanners 2: The New Order" *If you get inside me, go gently, and easy on the nosebleeds. This kind of telepathic power in the hands of a fascist P.D., no thankee.* 3 stars

Joe Bob's Christmas Special: Charles Band's "Pets" *Inhabits the same universe as other weird, dumb kids' adventure comedies like 'Garbage Pail Kids', 'The Super Mario Bros Movie', 'Ernest Scared Stupid', and 'Problem Child 1 & 2'* 1 1/2 stars

Sami Rami & The Coen Bros present "Crimewave" aka "The XYZ Murders" *Reminiscent of the Three Stooges, classic Mel Brooks, 40s cartoons, humorous Tom Waits song tales, and the original SNL.* 3 stars

Udo Kier in "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Miss OSbourne' --sexploitation-- *Show me where it hurts. Fill me with hatred. My pleasure is seeing your dead body.* 3 stars

Masters of Horror: "Right to Die" *The crispy, vengeful ghost of Terry Shiavo.* 3 stars

William Lustig's "Vigilante" starring Robert Forster & Fred Williamson *Regular Joe nihilism* 3 stars

rifftrax presents Ridley Scott's "Alien" *H.R. Giger porn on the sattelite of love.* 3 plus stars with riffing 3 without

Josh Brolin is DC's "Jonah Hex" *Sometimes spooky, often dumb B-western that's sadly too gutless to show any blood n grit. Still it might fit into a marathon of 'The Quick and the Dead', 'Five Bloody Graves', 'Navajo Joe', and 'Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter.'* 2 stars

"Rhinestone Cowgirls" 1982 --xxx-- *Easy listenin' and screwin', plus plenty of other prickly situations protruding in Cactus Corner.* 2 stars

Kolchak, The Night Stalker: "Primal Scream" *Unfrozen caveman mauler.* 3 stars

"Shogun Assassin" *Daddy day samurai* 3 stars

Monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs: Dino De Laurentiis presents "Orca" *starring Richard Harris as a salty sea-dog, Charlotte Rampling as a sensitive marine biologist, Bo Derek as a sexy shipmate and Shamu snack, plus the indian fella from 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' lending his wisdom by saying things like, "The old ways no longer work. Now, even our gods dance to a new tune."* 2 1/2 stars

"Baron Blood" *Decent dubbing, giallo lite, moody nightscapes, cursed castle, creepy stalking.* 2 1/2 stars

Garth Marenghi's Darkplace: "Illuminatum & Illuminata" *Interviewer: Do you believe in the Horned One? the actor Todd Rivers: You mean the Hoofed One? Interviewer: Yeah.* 3 stars

Beavis & Butthead: "Time Machine" *Butthead: 1832, that's like not now. Beavis: Yeah, aren't we more than that?* 2 1/2 stars

Twin Peaks: "Wounds and Scars" *"A country habit. We are so very trusting."* 3 stars

Monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs: Wes Craven's "The People Under the Stairs" *A ghetto version of Twin Peaks' "Black Lodge" where "Hills Have Eyes" type inbred freaks are trapped in the cellar and "Sometimes further in is the only way out." in a twisted Tom & Jerry style game of cat & mouse.* 3 stars

Masters of Horror: "We All Scream for Ice Cream" starring Lee Tergesen, William Forsythe, and the kid from Bad Santa and Eastbound & Down *The Good Humor Man returns from the land of the popsicles to scoop out and dish some cold and sticky revenge.* 3 stars

Gun Fu John Woo and Risky Bidness Tom Cruise present: "Mission Impossible 2" *We've got the cure, we made the disease. Dianetics incorporated.* 3 stars

Tim & Eric present: Bedtime Stories "Hole" *Spitting surreal absurdism sometimes sidetracks the sinister suburban satire.* 2 1/2 stars

MST3K presents: Charles Band's "Laserblast" *Moppy-haired stoner with a muscle-van gets to rain down the fire of the lizard alien gods on his stereotypical 70s burnout and redneck cop enemies in his one horse desert hometown.* 3 stars with riffing 2 without

Farscape: "Exodus from Genesis" *A hot time in the roach maternity ward in the outer reaches of the universe, tonight.* 3 stars

"Saga, Curse of the Shadow" aka "The Shadow Cabal" *Somewhere between Peter Jackson's LOTR and LARPers that run around yelling, "Lightning bolt, lightnight bolt, lightning bolt!" 2 1/2 stars

"Night of the Loving Dangerously" --xxx-- *With the allure of his ever-wanton ex-wife, Traci Lords, private dick, Peter North, is pulled into a web of blackmail involving his ex's new fiance- a perverted CEO with everything to lose, Jamie Gillis, his naughty daddy's girl daughter, and gay son's snooping photographer boyfriend.* 2 1/2 stars

Monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs: "Poltergeist" *Joe Bob maligns Spielberg's involvement with a Tobe Hooper horor flick, Heather O'Rourke gives me the sads, an 80s kids bedroom is full of nostalgic shit, the mom looks sexy even with a streak of grey hair, there's some kind of message about the sinister nature of suburban sprawl, a sassy medium with a drawl steals the show, and Joe Bob ponders the difference between "Go into the light" & "Stay away from the light."* 3 stars

Lost & Found Video Night Vol. 5 *Hot diggity tallyho* 3 stars

"Purely Physical" 1982 --xxx-- *Schmaltzy motel fornicating where the lovers' lips refuse to move when the pillow talk gets filthy.* 2 1/2 stars

Kolchak, The Night Stalker: "The Trevi Collection" *Fashion victims. Some hilariously bad acting from a witch.* 3 stars

"Gallowwalkers" starring Wesley Snipes *Spaghetti vampire western. The kind of movie Blade 3 should have been.* 3 stars

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back & Return of the Jedi ---despecialized editions--- *Impressive. Most impressive* 3 stars

Monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs: 1954's U.S. version of "Godzilla" & "Godzilla vs. Mothra" *Tokyo stompin' in a Texas trailer park.* 3 stars

"Manborg" 2011 *Will Ferrell's 'Westworld', Scott Pilgrim vs. Mega City 1, Napoleon Dynamite 2: Judgment Day, Tom Green's 'Total Recall', Jim Carrey's "Battlefield Earth', Sam Raimi's 'Mortal Kombat: Annihilation', Paul Verhoeven's 'Army of Darkness', Patrick Swazy, Jacki Chan, Jake Busey, and Cynthia Rothrock in 'Revenge of the Sith'.* 3 stars

Masters of Horror: Stuart Gordon presents Edgar Alan Poe's "The Black Cat" *Pluto, the little devil.* 2 1/2 stars

rifftrax presents: "The Last Slumber Party" *More potty-mouthed and homophobic than a Wayans Bros. "Horror" "Comedy" "Movie"* 2 1/2 stars with riffing 1 1/2 without

The Outer Limits: George R.R. Martin's "Sandkings" starring Beau & Lloyd Bridges *Red menace* 3 stars

rifftrax presents: "Battlefield Earth" *L. Ron Hubbard's The Passion of the Prometheus as acted out by the rat-brained man-animal, John Travolta.* 2 stars with riffing 1 star without

Monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs: Mel Brooks "Spaceballs" 3 stars

rifftrax presents "Fantasic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer" *Fate of world hangs in balance while obnoxious bantering, obnoxious celebrity style wedding is overshadowing focus, obnoxious background extras actors mug for the camera and stare at the pop culture status heroes, obnoxious twirling mustache Dr. Doom villain moments, obnoxious studio thinking Galactus is a stupid concept and yet going through with having his threat to earth being the plot-- leaving us with a cloud of lame spacedust* 1 1/2 stars with riffing 1 star without

Troma presents: Lucio Fulci's "Rome 2072: The New Gladiators" *Televised brutality in a cyber-disco dystopia where the cities of the future are painfully obvious scale models covered in Christmas lights and dirtbikes along with karate chops are still considered pretty badass.* 2 1/2 stars

--- Game of Thrones: Season 3 episode 1

*The inept, pudgy comic relief gets to stumble around in the snow avoiding ice zombies,

the dashing dwarf gets dissed by dear old dad,

the high class pimp positions himself near the daughter of the woman who always shunned his advances,

the would be future queen shows kindess to orphans and gets politely scolded for it,

a crow defects to the king beyond the wall,

a fiery zealot harshly deals with infidels,

a shiprecked war veteran brother puts himself back in harm's way to try to talk sense to his witch's pussy whipped brother,

the king of the north returns to his scorched hometown and imprisons his mum there,

a puppy eyed dragon mama sails with her seasick soldiers and goes shopping for baby slaughtering drone warriors while narrowly escaping creepy child with scorpion assassination attempt.*

3 stars

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rifftrax' Mike Nelson riffs "Predator" *"Speak mono-Slavic-ally and carry a big stick."* 3 plus stars with riffing 3 without

George Lucas & Ron Howard present: "Willow" *In order to save a red-headed bastard baby, Frodo Skywalker fellowships a force of ragtags including a Han Solo in Pocahontas drag, an indian in the cupboard Kevin Pollack, and a wizard lady trapped by spell in the body of a wombat.* 3 stars

rifftrax presents: "Twilight: New Moon" *A frigid, psycho chick gets dumped by her prissy, older, unhealthy obsession. she then begins having night terrors ruining the sleep of her closet gay lumberjack dad. next, she begins leading a lovesick puppydog around on a leash while getting wreckless on a mopad, attempting suicide for attention and all before going on a sisterhood of traveling pants adventure to a pretentious Anne Rice version of faggy Europe. 1980s teens were awesome. 2000s teens are awful.* 2 stars with riffing 1 star without

---- monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs:

"Slaughter High" aka "April Fool's Day"

*These jokers aint' f-f-f-foolin'. They like their drugs, they like their sex, they like their cruel pranks on nerds.

Unlucky for them, their 10th year class reunion takes place at the now abandoned old high school in the middle of nowhere on a rainy night.

It's the perfect setting for an old dark house horror mixed with Agatha Christie style revenge picture.

This is one of the best episodes of monstervision.

It features a classic 1980s slasher flick, it has the original mail girl, Joe Bob skewers the logic of the TNT censors, and he reads an awkward letter from a male admirer named Rufus.*

3 stars

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"A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors" *Freddy flew over the cuckoos' nest* 3 stars

The Outer Limits: "Valerie 23" *Do androids sleep mode with electric wet dreams? 2 be or R2D2? See, I could think of some existential questions to ask my prototype sexbot over a romantic dinner, especially if she were the first sentient being of her kind, and had Hulk strength for no apparently necessary reason.* 2 1/2 stars

Jamie Gillis in "Midnight Heat" 1983 --xxx-- *Rare grime. A gem of a different time. Seedy NYC.* 3 stars

Masters of Horror: "The Washingtonians" *Patriotic blue hairs set their wooden teeth on edge about the disclosure of that rich colonial tradition of chomping on cherry tastin' child flesh.* 2 stars

Farscape: "Throne for a Loss" *Rigel, the royal pain in the rear.* 3 stars

"Hellraiser 2: Hellbound" uncut *The stigmata of Sigmund Freud, from the makers of 'Scratch it, sniff it, squeeze it, suck it,' now available at finer novelty shops.* 3 stars

Twin Peaks: "On the Wings of Love" *Hangover cures, hidden secret half-sister, hallelujah for the hard of hearing, hometown beauty pageant queen hitlist, and hoot owl hieroglypics.* 2 1/2 stars

Monstervision with Joe Bob Briggs: Randy Quaid in "Parents" *A Norman Rockwell painting hanging on the wall behind the desk at the Bates Motel.* 3 stars

The Outer Limits: "Blood Brothers" *Twelve immortal monkeys* 2 1/2 stars

"Kill List" 2011 -- *This feels like it could be a Garth Ennis story. It has old mates drinking together and shooting the shite about life. It has acts of extreme violence almost to the point of dark comedy. It has a bleak poignancy. There's also the occult undertones like a Hellblazer comic.* 3 stars

William Hurt in Ken Russell's "Altered States" *Waiting, in a fish-bowl, for Godot.* 3 stars

Kolchak, The Night Stalker: "Chopper" *Stunt motorcycle riding, sword slashing specter with separation anxiety.* 3 stars

Farscape: "Back, and Back, and Back to the Future" *"Psychic Spanish-fly," alien lady combat, genetically structured spy seductress, quantum singularity also known as a blackhole used as a soul saving secret weapon of mass destruction that is seriously in jeopardy of being stolen or accidentally set off."* 3 stars

"The Wind" starring Meg Foster, Wings Hauser, & Steve Railsback *Swept up in stormy solitude and story.* 3 stars

The Outer Limits: "The Second Soul" *Lending our dead bodies, like they were used cars, to alien parasites, leads to some serious moral implications. Feels like a 50s style sci fi message about the dangers of multiculturalism given a more progressive twist at the end.* 2 1/2 stars

"Virgin Witch" --sexploitation-- *Prissy Galore throws a feisty spell when a group of dysfunctional devil worshippers decide they really, really fancy her.* 2 1/2 stars

Van Damme / Raul Julia "Streetfighter" *"Who wants to go home, and who wants to go with ME?!" Self aware dumb fun.* 2 1/2 stars

rifftrax' Mike Nelson riffs "xXx" starring Vin Diesel, Samuel L. Jackson, & Asia Argento *Double Ohhh Seven sez, "Do the DEW, dude."* 3 stars with riffing 2 stars without

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