#east coast shenanigans

[westywallowing]

I hope you too can experience the joy of 48% humidity after the kinda shit that’s been hitting the east coast for weeks 🙏🙏🙏

it's been raining every day for a whole week I need it to stop 😭😭😭😭 every time I leave the house my curly hair immediately poofs into a fur ball

I will keep ur thoughts with me atleast we're in this together 👊🏻

[enigmaticdepths]

Commence Operation Florida!

@ladynerdatthebeach Your namesake is being put to the test!

Any ideas for her punishment for losing our current bet? 😈

[wyn-n-tonic]

HEY happy birthday !!

THANK YOU!!!

[lucifermorningstxr]

Hello there! Allow me to introduce myself, as if I need it. You may think that sounds arrogant, but doesn't everyone know the Devil? Yes, that's me: Lucifer Morningstar, it's a pleasure. You may be wondering why I'm not in Hell, hm? Simply put, I don't want to be. I've long grown tired of Dad's expectations of me, and so I've retired to Los Angeles, California. Now, that's not where we are, is it? Well, there's a simple answer to that. I've been alerted to the extent of supernatural shenanigans going on here in New York, and who better to sort it out than the Devil himself? I may have a complex relationship with my family, but I do maintain a strong moral conviction, the likes of which will not be easily challenged, and the beings-that-be generally understand that. As I stand here at the top of the steps leading down to the main floor of dark, moodily-lit Hypnotica nightclub, it almost feels like an East Coast LUX. In other words, it looks like a bloody good time. I can't get distracted, though. I'm on a mission. I take a deep breath, adjust my blazer, and descend the staircase into the mass of sweaty, sexy partygoers. In my element, it's game time. Ready or not, here I come...

@my-many-muse-rp-blog

[the-confessions-of-a-fangirl]

Saw this on Twitter and it annoyed the heck out of me so let me practice my essay skills to demonstrate why these two situations DO NOT correlate

(this person has been getting ratio'd left to right back at Twitter so please don't try to find them and send hate, it's entirely unnecessary and a poor show of attitude)

In the former situation, Tommy made specific racist remarks to Chimney (calling him a delivery boy) and took part in alienating him along with the rest of the firefam.

To be scared to be an outcast is a valid fear but there's a difference between being a bystander versus an active participant which he was

In "Hen Begins", Chimney tries to pay a compliment to Hen by saying she seems like she's from the East Coast and Tommy immediately undercuts the moment by insinuating that Chimney is saying that Hen has 'New York bitchiness'. It's a very mysognistic insult to call a woman bitchy because she's... anything other than a submissive housewife and daring to be a firefighter.

An important aspect of this is the power dynamics, Hen and Chim are alienated from the entire 118 by the Captain. Tommy is making these remarks from a position of power because he won't be rebuked by Captain Gerrard unlike the situation where Hen makes a slight comment against Gerrard and he immediately reprimands her.

COMPARE THIS TO BUCK AND EDDIE

A lot of people on Twitter want to simply dismiss this as buck being repressed and insecure, which is true but I don't want to dismiss it.

In this situation, Buck doesn't say anything about Eddie's Mexican heritage. He says that Eddie needs to not act like he owns the place and does try to engage in a weird competition of who has the best story.

But in this the power dynamics are on Eddie's side. The captain here, Bobby, is on Eddie's side of the debacle and so are Hen and Chim. Everyone welcomed Eddie with open arms and that is what causes Buck to be insecure and sort of lash out.

And Eddie calls him out on it. Eddie is in a clear position to be able to talk back against Buck without worrying about being reprimanded (in the gym where Chim was listening in). Chim even undercuts BUCK trying to act tough with the "respect your elders thing"

Buck is not trying to alienate Eddie from the entire team, he doesn't like how close he is to the team and needles at him. He isn't trying to tell Hen and Chim to ignore him or Bobby to fire him. He's passive- aggresive and rude sure, but only to Eddie and he's the ONLY ONE.

But that doesn't even last a full shift, when Eddie goes to take care of the live grenade, Buck actually volunteers to help him and at the end of that, he makes his peace with Eddie and becomes friends.

If it were another white man that came in 2x01 and made fast friends with the firehouse, Buck would have acted the exact same way.

A day of teenage pettiness born out of queer repression and abandonment issues that was constantly rebuked by people is NOT the same as making racist and mysognistic remarks and participating in ostracizing for weeks on end because of repression and issues (I think Lou talked about Tommy having some family issues but we don't see it in canon so I'm not gonna put that here)

I'm saying this as a Tommy fan (when bucktommy doesn't work out, I would like Tommy sticking around as a side character coz I like helicopter shenanigans plus he vibes well with everyone now),

These situations are not the same. What Tommy did shouldn't be compared to what Buck did. It makes light of what Chim and Hen went through with these situations and I don't appreciate that.

[noxturnals-void]

My Dearest Shadow

Jason Voorhees x GN! Reader

Pt. 1

(It might lean fem at times but I’m going to try my best to keep it neutral for everyone!)

I don’t know how many parts there will be so just hold on for the ride. ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Tw: stalking, anxiety, paranoia, jason shenanigans

2,311 words below the cut

You had renovated a little house your father had told you about, one you didn't even know existed two years ago. You spent lots of time fixing it up, lots of money, and tireless days doing the work by hand, and still, you weren't done. Thankfully, most of the difficult, labor-intensive parts were handled with the help of a few hired people.

Supposedly, the house lying on the outskirts of a small town in New Jersey had been abandoned for the past 20 years, belonging to some old couple before they moved into another state and left the place to rot when no one wanted to buy the house because of some superstition about the land. It went up on the market after they died and sold for 50,000. It was a concerningly low price that your house-flipping father had taken advantage of.

He hadn't even visited the property in the years he had owned it, let alone told you about it until you mentioned wanting to set up a little getaway spot on the east coast. He had told you the details, and you decided it was exactly what you needed—a new project to focus your energy on. But you were woefully unprepared for the beast of a job you'd just signed yourself up for.

A year and a half was much longer than you had intended to spend fixing this 1000-square-foot cabin cottage, but it was well worth it. It was a beautiful location, nestled right into a vast landscape of dense, private forest with a breathtaking lake view partially in the kitchen and living room windows- a 10-minute walk away. When the sun hit just right in the mornings, it was like a fairytale. A golden bath of warm, welcoming rays wakes you up better than any cup of coffee could ever.

You'd finally gotten in all of the furniture you wanted, having to space out the hauls between a few months at a time. The house was built for one or a singular couple. There was a small porch, redone with fresh wood and a chair set on the front for guilty pleasure moments outside in the late morning or early evenings. Walking into the cabin, you were put immediately into the living room- two chairs positioned apart and pointing toward a smaller flat-screen television tucked away in the corner of the room on a low shelf for your collection of films.

Even with just you living there, the two different chairs were comforting- one more rough, textured, and firm and the other plush and soft, letting you choose depending on what you'd rather sit on to binge a show or movie for the night. To the other side of the room was the entryway to the kitchen, an open-concept attempt at a cozy space. The bedroom was on the other side of the living room wall, housing your queen-sized mattress and more personal furniture and belongings. There was a short hallway leading to the utility closet with the newer models of washers and dryers, which you could get your hands on for less money, and your newly renovated bathroom.

Lots of the house seemed to have gone with age. Things like the kitchen and bathroom floors had to be pulled up and replaced, everything deep cleaned twice over for good measure, and lots of rounds with exterminators and pest control; the first few months paid off in the long run. Admittedly, you felt bad for killing the tiny creatures. They were just trying to find shelter in the large ecosystem at your doorstep.

You'd managed to get a shower and bathtub combo in the more narrow bathroom; glad to have both options when you felt like it. The house already had surprisingly high ceilings, and you didn't mind that the shower head was a bit out of reach because of its design. A little color coordination here and there and most of the cottage was done up in shades of deep, calming, and comforting greens and blues with lighter accenting greys to keep it not so claustrophobic.

Most of your focus went to the outside of the house now. Finished with most of the inside work, you could now turn your detail-oriented self to the withered outside. With some much-needed love and care, you hoped to fix the paint job into a lovely grey blue and pick up some new windows to replace the old and cracked ones you'd been having trouble with.

Really, it should have occurred to you sooner to repair them, but you'd gotten yourself too busy with too many things at once staring out, and you'd put it off for far too long. Last winter had been a nightmare because of those stupid cracked panes, and you were definitely not about to live through that mistake again.

You'd just gotten the garden sorted out. It was something you'd planned for since the beginning, but you had to put a lot of elbow grease into making it work. You had picked up the bulk of the materials last week, including the young plants and seeds you'd needed, along with the mulch and moist dirt.

Now, you were on your knees, elbow-deep in fresh, damp dirt, making shallow holes for the seeds. You sat back, breathing in and sighing out.

It was a lovely day today despite getting a later start than you wanted. The air was crisp and cool, about 60 degrees out today. It was supposed to get chilly the next few weeks and then warm back up before the end of fall. Then came all the rain and possible snow.

You weren't used to the weather of New Jersey yet, but honestly, it was a nice change from California. It didn't really get cold until January, and summers could get pretty hot, but it rained, and the rain was always welcome, in your opinion. It was nice to get snowy Christmases, too. It reminded you of northern Cali, so tree-populated and the air so intensely fresh, that you had to admit it was nice to get away from the city life for a while.

This little adventure had opened your eyes to many things you were missing- yourself included. You'd never spent so much time alone, at least not since childhood. You'd always had friends, roommates, and a busy college life or cityscape to keep you preoccupied. Out here, it was just you, the weekly check-in from your father, the homely woods, the picturesque lake, and... whoever had been living around here watching you.

You'd seen the shape of someone lingering around a few times. At first, you brushed it off. Working hard every day had its downsides, and you thought you were just way too tired to see it properly. It was probably just a deer or something, you convinced yourself.

But after the first month, you couldn't ignore it anymore—the feeling of eyes on you when you walked past some windows, the other presence as you walked through some of the nearby woods. It was always quiet, though, and truthfully, you'd never seen whoever it was close enough to convince yourself fully.

When you'd mentioned it to your father about six months into living here, he'd told you that you must have been paranoid. There was no way anyone lived that far away from the tight-knit town, which was 30 minutes away. The whole forest, including the old camp he had never mentioned before, had been abandoned for years.

You took it upon yourself the next day to walk to Camp Crystal Lake. It took a while, and again, you felt eyes scanning you, searching you for something, or maybe just dissecting you under its gaze. You tried to shake it off, but it didn't help to ignore it. You often scanned through the trees to find the owner of the eyes, but each time, you found nothing. You began to worry that maybe the isolation had been affecting you differently than you thought. Perhaps you had been paranoid over nothing. Maybe you'd been alone out here too long.

You didn't spend long at the neglected campsite. Honestly, it felt wrong to be trespassing in the first place, especially when you had no reason to be there besides foolish curiosity. Many of the cabins looked incredibly run down, the wood rotting and falling away and the forest taking over much of the paths and steps of the place. You had your fill of satisfied curiosity after just an hour of poking around, finding strange things you didn't expect. Notably, some belongings that were from probable teenagers who'd visited. It wasn't surprising to think kids would dare each other to spend the night since it looked so creepy in the first place.

You should've gone straight home, but you felt drawn to the lake. Admittedly, you hadn't visited as much as you wanted. You went down to the pier of the lake, walking out to the far end and taking in the clearer view of the lake against the beginnings of a sunset. It was beautiful, and you almost thought about watching the sun go down but decided against it when you realized you had no light to try to walk back to the house. That and the idea of walking through those woods with those unwavering eyes still on you the entire way made a chill go up your spine.

You got home soon after that, just before dark, yet even in your own house, it was hard to shake the feeling of being watched. Not just by windows anymore, all the time... The second you stepped outside, the eyes followed your every move. It made it hard to live normally until winter came. The feeling of being observed 24/7 stopped completely for the few weeks it got into the tens and twenties, which was an even more unsettling thought.

Maybe it had been a real person, and it was just too cold for them to linger and creep on you. You hadn't forgotten about the campsite or the eyes that stuck to you for a while afterward. But it still made it unsettling when the feeling started up again in early spring.

Part of you was weirded out that you never felt entirely alone, but as the weeks went on, it was almost more of a... comfort. Whatever it was- whoever it was had never harmed you, and the stare it gave off didn't feel dangerous. It almost felt curious, maybe protective? Something out there in the woods was watching you, yes, but it was also watching over you.

You'd had the odd few occasions of falling asleep in random places and waking up in entirely different places. It only happened twice, and you were careful that it wouldn't happen again. You’d been dreadfully tired that particular week, and the physical labor of building a deck by hand had taken its toll on you. You'd fallen asleep outside on the halfway constructed porch drinking tea the first time, trying to keep yourself awake long enough not to mess up your sleep schedule. It didn’t work. You later awoke in your living room, a thin blanket pulled over your legs.

It freaked you out at first—the idea that someone had moved you and been inside your house. But after a thorough, slightly panicked search through the cottage and realizing no one was around and nothing was touched besides, well, you—and your now cold cup of tea—you calmed down. You mulled over it for the rest of the week, not understanding why whoever it was had decided to take care of you like that.

The second time wasn't as much of an accident; you'd fallen asleep outside again a little more intentionally than before. You simply tested if it were to happen again. It did. You woke up again on the chair with a blanket, the same as before, but this time, you were noticeably less clean than when you’d fallen asleep.

Whoever it was left fingerprints of dirt on your waist and thighs where they had picked you up and carried you. Most of your clothing on one side was significantly grime-coated, and that was enough to make you decide not to try it again.

You wiped your brow with the back of your arm and finished up planting all of the seeds you wanted. You were saving some to plant next spring in case these didn't make it through the winter, just to be safe. You got to your feet, wiping your hands down your dirt-covered jeans and huffed, stretching out your sore back. As you did, a twig snapped, and you froze in place, wondering whether or not to turn around toward the tree line behind you.

In normal circumstances, you would have checked immediately, figuring it might have been an animal. But you felt those eyes on you, those same eyes that had followed your every move for the last year and a half. Your paranoia got the better of you now, and the idea of seeing whoever had been watching you this entire time made your stomach turn to mush.

Your eagerness got the better of you, and you turned around despite the loud thumping in your chest. There was nothing at first as you searched through the closest trees. A figure quickly moved to the side at the edge of your vision- a very large figure. You gulped, scanning the tree line and focusing on a thick tree trunk hiding the person well. Whoever they were, they were most definitely right there, and to your knowledge, this was the closest encounter you'd had with them while awake.

You tried to think of something to say, pondering if you should have said anything at all in this tense moment.

What were you supposed to do…?

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Abu Dhabi moments

Jack Hughes x Ferrari driver reader

Je T’aime Masterlist

** Vegas is the last race before Abu Dhabi & series takes place in 2024 with Danny, Seb & Mick still on the grid **

A handful of moments as the season come to an end because I didn’t want to write a full fic. Also how are y’all? I’ve haven’t been on here in a while because ya girl had finals and grad 🫶

Post Practice, Friday

Welcome back to sunny Abu Dhabi, as we prepare for the final race of the season!! This weekend brings us the most heated battle for the Drivers Championship we’ve ever seen!! Yes that includes Lewis versus Max 2021, the Mercedes battle of 2016 & Sebastian Vettels maiden win in 2010. Ferrari have the Consrtuctors trophy, will they clinch the Drivers too? Lets have a look at the possibilities

Y/n L/n currently sits first in the points, with Max trailing by only one. Charles Leclerc only sits only 5 points behind him. It will come down to whoever takes the win for this race. Three potential champions, one race. Will it be a third championship for Verstappen, a second for Leclerc or a first for L/n?

Are you excited? Because we sure are. They all had great practices today. Who will come out on top? Tune in all weekend to see what happens!

Lets send it over to Naomi, who’s with y/n now

Media Pen

Hi y/n, how are we feeling today?

I’m doing great, how about you?

You know, I’m pretty good but were not here to talk about me. What’re you feeling coming into this weekend, knowing that the championship could be yours?

Honestly, I’m trying not to think about that. It’s just a normal race. I dont want to psych myself out since anything can happen once we get on that track. Of course I’d love to win, but who knows. Charles & I have been able to bring that constrictors back to Ferrari which was incredible, and whoever wins will have absolutely deserved it.

Thats a great way to look at it! I’m rooting for you but we’ll see what happens. Now, onto something more important. You had an interesting weekend in Las Vegas, didn’t you?

Yeah, you know the race was a lot of fun and it was great to win, especially given the issues we had the week before

Girl you know thats not what I’m talking about!!! I mean your after race shenanigans
Haha, yeah, so I got married which was a special experience.

Can I ask if you’d planned that going into the weekend?

Oh not at all! It was more a timing thing. So Saturday night Jack, my husband which is still weird to say, asked if I’d want to get married while we were there. He played a game in Vegas which is why he was there at all. Of course I wanted to marry him, but I didnt want to do it without some of our closest friends there. Luckily, most of them who play hockey were either in Vegas because they’re on his team or they were within a 2 hour flight range so we could get them there for Sunday night. And of course I was able to get the guys from the grid there no problem. So we just decided to go for it!

So no parents?

No, unfortunately not. Both of our parents live on the east coast and it was too quick to get them there, but we’re going to do a big party over the summer so they can celebrate with us.

At least they’ll have that!! Can I ask what the planning was like?

Jack took on all of the decisions which was really great of him since I had the race that evening, but Sunday morning we texted everyone with flight info & told them to get there asap. Then my best friend Thomas went & picked a dress for me, since Jack wasn’t allowed. I sent a message to our groupchat after the race with the chapel address once jack found somewhere & told the drivers to be there and look decent. It was a really great night though & I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Well congratulations!! Is he here this weekend?

Unfortunately not, hockey season is well underway, but I’m on the first flight to New York that I can get & we’ll have the winter break together.

Well, all the best to you and your new husband, and we’ll talk to you later this weekend I’m sure. Good Luck tomorrow!!

Thanks Naomi!

RACE DAY

Commentators

Oh my god, we’ve come down to the final lap to decide the championship. Who’s going to cross the line first?? Right now L/n is leading, but Verstappen is right behind her. Will he be able to get past?? The other Ferrari of Leclerc is a fraction of a second behind Verstappen.

There goes Leclerc!!! He’s trying to pass Verstappen, my word! OHHH he does it!! Charles Leclerc puts his Ferrari between the Ferrari of L/n and the red bull of Verstappen

Radio: “Tell y/n I’ve got verstappen, go & win it!!”

That was Leclerc, it looks like he’s going to defend against Verstappen so L/n can win. We have half a lap, can he hold off the Red Bull? Fantastic driving by Leclerc, and what a teammate!!

Here it it!!! Rounding the final corner in that iconic red car, its L/n!! The chequered flag is waving, SHES DONE IT!!!!

Radio: C��est toi y/n!!! Tu es la championne du monde!!!!!

In her 4th season in Formula one, your 2023 World Champion Y/n L/n everyone!! What a finish from the young driver. History is made here tonight as she becomes the first female driver ever to win the championship!! She’s also the second youngest driver to take it after former ferrari teammate Sebastian Vettel.

What a race, what a finish as Leclerc crosses in second, less than half a second behind.

You

Over the radio you hear the team celebrating but you have no words. It doesn’t feel real. There’s tears streaming down your face. All the shit you put up with, all the years of hard work, missing your friends and family, it’s all lead up to this.

“Y/n?” You can hear your engineer ask since you haven’t responded, but nothing comes out. Driving towards the end, you do your donuts and pull in to your designated spot. You just sit there for a second before “HOLY FUCK” and someone on the other end laughs.

You’re still crying but its all happy tears as you pull yourself up & step onto the front of the car. You sit down on the Halo & put your head in your hands, trying to collect yourself as the crowd goes mad around you. Pulling off your helmet you look over to your team at the barriers & smile. You want to run over & celebrate with them, but you can’t bring yourself to move, afraid its all a dream. Then you get tackled. You’ve completely missed the other guys pulling up, too in your own head and you jump when Charles grabs you and pulls you off your car. He pulls you into a hug & whispers congratulations in your ear before someone else grabs you & you see Mick.

“You fucking did it!” He yells and you laugh. It was the kick in the ass you needed and you release Mick to go over to your team, hugging your engineer first. After that it’s a blur, until someone passes you a phone.

“McQueen!!!” Thomas is on the one end of the FaceTime, jack also popping up on the screen. You laugh at the nickname, glad to see their faces.

“I’m so proud of you!” Jack says “Me too!!” Thomas yells, wanting to be part of the conversation. “Thanks Thom!” “I love you so much babe! I can’t really hear you so I’ll call you later?” “Go celebrate, I’ll see you soon. Je t’aime mon amour” You blow a kiss before handing back the phone. There’s one more person you need to see. You spot Susie and you rush over to her. She’s been a mentor and inspiration to you since you were a kid and without her who knows where you’d be right now.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. You’re pulled into interview after interview, congratulations coming from all around and your phone buzzing like its possessed. You call your parents & Jack but thats it, grateful for all the love but too overwhelmed to deal with responding to all your messages. That night you and the boys go full send. You know its a good night since you can’t remember anything. Monday is filled with media, and then you hop on a flight straight to Newark.

Fourteen hours later, Jack & Luke are waiting from you when you finally make it through customs.

You’d think you’re racing or an Olympic gold to win the 100m with how fast you fly over to Jack & jump into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you hug him like a koala.

“Tu l’as fait” he whispers in your ear as you squeeze each other, your face buried in his neck. You can hear the emotion in his voice

“Je l’ai fais”

“Ma championne”

“Je t’aime tellment”

“Mon champion” you say back, smiling at the fact that both of you won this year

“Cough cough, Hi, hello, where’s my hug?” Luke says from somewhere behind you, causing you to giggle and pull your head up to look at him

“I’ll get to you in a sec”

Jack puts you down & you give Luke his hug. “Congrats y/n/n. You deserved it”

“ Thanks Moose. Now we match with our trophies.”

“We do!!” He passes you the big bouquet of flowers he’s holding, “from mom & dad”

“I love them. Let’s go home boys”

[azol-otl]

another au!!

cowboy/western au, your choice of characters/pairing

Ohoho, this one I actually have an idea for already!

So it would be a Weird West, basically a Demon Hunter Jason (bringing back the All Caste babeeeeey) traveling the western United States while avoiding the east coast/his past with a passion.

It would take place right after the American Invasion of Mexico Mexican American war and would start in media res, so after Jason already has several acquaintances across the country that he's met during his travels.

Jason and Connor Hawke would know each other from their respective groups and met when they were teens. Connor is just...so bad at keeping things a secret. Jason is also bad at keeping in contact about where he's going/what he's done so people who are looking for him because of Connor expect a shrimp. Other shenanigans include various misdeeds in their youths while hunting demons and the one time Connor accidentally sent an undercover Pinkerton towards Jason.

Normally crossing the country would take weeks if not months. Jason has an in with the ghost train who can get him where he needs to in minutes as long as he can survive it.

Roy would be Jason's major contact in Arizona, while Jaime Reyes is it in Texas. I'm not sure if La Dama would be a villainous force at this time 🤔

Kyle would be a major love interest. They met during the war where Jason was infiltrating the American side and Kyle was a San Patricio (Irishmen who enlisted in the army but deserted after witnessing several instances of depravity and atrocities the United States army would commit towards Mexican civilians/felt a shared connection with the enemy country because of a shared religion of Catholicism.)

"Was there even magic? A demon like you said there'd be?" "No. Just men. Men and their greed."

[lesbianaang]

house md reboot ideas:

-wilson has fully recovered + he and house have a domestic partnership thing going on in socal

-house is running a backdoor clinic to stave off boredom since he’s legally dead, going under the name “holmes”

-wilson is writing a flop blog (maybe under the name john) about his recovery/survivor’s guilt and is working part-time with the elderly because he has a dying fixation

-a post suddenly goes viral though when wilson writes about one of house’s client cases, especially among online gay spaces where people are like “wow old gay love 😍”

-cuddy, back in princeton with her butch wife (!) and now 12-year-old daughter, starts reading it and is like… that is absolutely house and wilson

-she reaches out and (after yelling at them for being insane people) asks them to come back, princeton isn’t the same without them, the hospital needs them, no one is better, etc…

-they’re both reluctant to go back but they recognize the other one Really needs it and they miss princeton and are too east coast to last much longer in socal

-wilson agrees to come back, but only in an admin position overseeing oncology, since he doesn’t want to take on any clients who could die

-house is ready to re-establish the diagnostics department but WAIT since he’s “dead” his license is invalid and he can’t legally practice or be hired which means…

-smashcut to an acceptance letter for “Holmes” to the (fictional) princeton medical school

-cuddy, on top of her admin stuff, is overseeing the diagnostics team (new characters) as a house proxy until he can officially take over

-wilson and house continue living together to “save money” and “because it would be too hard to split up the furniture at this point”

-cuddy and her wife (who is the hospital’s legal counsel, idc if this is a conflict of interest) somewhat reluctantly hire house as a babysitter for rachel since his class schedule means he can pick her up from school AND it gives cuddy the excuse of “calling the babysitter” whenever she needs house to consult on a case (which is often)

-rachel LOVES house bc he’s fucking crazy (she loves her moms but they are a bit overprotective and she’s a preteen now) and will also spend all season plotting to get house and wilson together for real, ala parent trap

-house hates having to do classes, but we get a fun cast of characters in his cohort, including thirteen (!!) who is back after going nutso a couple years back and has to get in a bunch of continuing education classes to practice again

-episodes are split between Case of the Week (with cuddy + her wife often featuring), house and rachel shenanigans, house medical school silliness, wilson slowly being able to take on clients again/getting over his trauma, and a season-long hilson slow burn where gay wrongs are finally turned into gay rights

-BONUS: idk where this comes in but lin manuel Miranda reprises his guest star role as house’s old mental hospital roomie but to everyone’s surprise is now a successful rap-musical composer (the musical is called like “Madison” or something lol)

-BONUS: we get a jersey shore episode and more jersey-isms throughout in general because it is funny to me

[tacticalhimbo]

Hello hello @floodl8 ! I'm here to deliver you a gift for this year’s Celebradiation exchange, hosted by the amazing team at @falloutfandomeventhub !

Sorry to come in so late, but you know what they say! Anyway, I had a lot of fun reading over your Christmas-themed comic and learning about Maya's relationship with Charon (as well as seeing her passion for robotics in her other tag content)!

I took some liberties with this piece, and I hope you enjoy <3

Also, let me know if you’d like a more permanent copy of this, too! I’m always happy to provide a PDF version of the writings I do :3

East Coast summers were a lot different than they'd used to be—and much different from the controlled, homeostatic environment of Vault 101. While there had been enough years between that fateful day in October 2077 and now for the extreme fluctuations to plateau, there was still something warmer about the summers. Something stifling. Enough for many of Megaton's residents to keep indoors best they could, while remaining true to their routines. The world didn't stop then; there was no reason for it to stop now.

Moira was one of those individuals who found themselves wandering around the rickety walkways to the town, yelping softly when her exposed arm brushed against the scorching railing. Pouty lips grew more prominent as she rubbed at the pinkened flesh, nose scrunching as the pain subsided quick as it'd appeared. Vibrant red hair was tied back into a neat ponytail, same as it always was, though almost tighter to ensure no loose strands found themselves on her neck. Her jumpsuit was unzipped, the upper portion tied and tucked around her waist to expose freckled shoulders to the unrelenting sun. She stepped away from the railing to avoid repeating her fate, only to find herself nearly bumping into—

"Oh! Hey there Maya!" Her pout quickly turned into a beaming smile. One that almost competed with the great star in the sky. "How are things? Any new and exciting projects on the docket?"

In a world that seemed against Maya every step of the way, Moira was one of the few out there who made it feel a little more like home. Sure, there was Butch who had accompanied her out into the unforgiving wastes with that same passionate—or perhaps naive—spark in his eyes. And sure, there was Charon, who had initially joined Maya's adventures out of obligation, but found himself oddly curious about her. But that was different. They'd come willingly, traversed outside the rusted metal walls with her and faced the cruel, cruel world head on. But Moira? Moira stayed put. Stayed cozy and waited to see that familiar blue suit and nearly-fiery hair bobbing and weaving through the day crowd. Eagerly awaited the trio's shopping trips to hear all about the wild shenanigans they'd found themselves involved with. It was comforting.

It was homely.

Maya couldn't help the smile that crept up on her heat-exhausted features, nor the spark that'd ignited in her brown eyes.

"Well, after you gave me that new energy cell, I figured out what was wrong with the Protectron. Turns out the area around the contacts was shot, so I tinkered with it a bit and got it to stick. Still, better to make sure it was juiced up."

"That's just great! Say—I was just headin' back to my shop, I found something else you might like. C'mon!"

Before Maya could speak, Moira had already turned heel and happily skipped along, idly chatting about this and that as if the other were already in tow. For a moment, she talked to herself, but Maya was quick to join by her side. Anything to get out of this miserable heat. Plus, the extra company was nice! With Butch doing… whatever it was Butch found himself up to, and Charon wandering up to Moriarty's Saloon to pick up on any potential leads, it was lonely back at the humble little abode sat atop its creaking stilts. Besides, the prospect of getting a new toy couldn't help but make the inventor feel a little giddy. She'd seen enough of Maya's projects, both complete and otherwise, to know just what to fish around the stockroom for. Today was no different, as upon entering the general store, Moira gave a perky little 'just a second!' as she dipped behind the desk and sifted through some boxes. Now where was it…

Was this?—Nope, that wasn't right. Nor was the dulled knife felt her knuckle scrape against. Ouch! Was that rusted? Oh, she hoped it wasn't. That would sure be a pain to deal with, and would mean a trip to see Doc Church. Now that was a scary thought. One that made Moira almost instinctively pop her head over the counter to glance around and ensure he didn't manifest before her. He had a habit of that, or perhaps it was known she was the town klutz. Either way, she beamed when she saw Maya patiently waiting. That's right, she was looking for…

"Here it is! Sorry about the wait, haven't exactly cleaned through the new stock yet. With more people coming in and out of the town now that that Vault of yours opened up, it's just so hard to keep up! Anyway—" A slender hand coyly waved about a mess of wires. Nestled beneath it all was a sturdy processor, reinforced and clearly meant for a bot much bigger than either were used to working on.

Maya tilted her head. "What is that from?"

"Oh… I don't know exactly." Moira set it down on the counter, eagerly watching as the Vault Dweller found herself taking it to examine closely. "The fella who brought it in said it was some RobCo processor widget."

"RobCo? There's a factory somewhere nearby, right?"

"Bingo! Anyway, he said that supposedly, if you connect it to the factory's mainframe, you get access to an army of robots! Can you imagine?" Moira laughed enthusiastically, pitch bordering squealing, as she imagined the possibilities. They could turn the factory into its own settlement, or bring this robot army back to Megaton to help bolster protection, or—

"Or get yourself killed."

The voice that'd interjected was raspy; signature. There was only one person in this little town that spoke so succinctly and with a perpetual air of annoyance. Though, in reality, it was only slightly so. Almost half so—He just wanted things to be quick, simple, and painless as possible. Charon folded his arms as he remained by the shop's exit, shaking his head and nodding to Maya. She beamed back at him.

"Tell everyone about that processor?"

Moira tilted her head. "Hm… Nope, just Maya. And now you. And then of course the shop guard here saw the whole transaction—"

"Alright, I get it. Factory's bad news. People go in, nobody comes out. It's dangerous."

"Aw, come on Charon—" Maya set the processor down on the counter and stepped over, rocking on her feet as she thought it over. Yeah, it may have been dangerous, but… "We've dealt with a lot worse than a couple of robots! Besides, all those buildings have deactivation terminals! We go in there, you and Butch cover while I dip to deactivate each level, and we can get to the mainframe easy."

The ghoul's eyes narrowed, arms folding across his chest. He hated to admit it, but she did have a solid plan. Even if it meant it was his ass getting burnt to (even more of) a crisp by the bots' weapons. "… Fine. Get the piece and go find Butch. Or don't. I'll be back home when you're ready."

"Sweet!" Happy arms threw themselves over the man's physique, pulling him into an enthused hug as he'd raised his own in surprise. He grumbled under his breath and reached to lightly pat her back, a subtle smile forming on his worn features. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

Enough for Moira to see and excitedly shimmy her shoulders as she bit back the urge to comment on her little lovebirds in the making.

Was it an adventure he wanted to partake in? Not particularly. But was it one that he'd go on without question? Well, he had his questions, but he kept them to himself if it meant making sure Maya was safe… and seeing her happy. Poor girl needed it now more than ever; it was what she deserved, and even he found it in his calloused heart to admit that.

[tessa-quayle]

spotlight on the OFC

(fanfiction recommendations) :)

the reader insert, the second person, the y/l/n convention (which, for me, can disrupt the text and i haven’t gotten used to it - not criticizing those who do it - i'm the problem, it’s me 🤪) are all the rage in fanfiction.  i get the immersive appeal, and many of the fics i love and enjoy employ the second person.  

richly drawn original characters draw me in and capture my attention. I appreciate how creative folks get with their OFCs, the headcanons, and how they have fun showing off these OFC’s quirks and strengths and interior lives and histories.  it’s a joy to read.

here are a few great OFCs in the Pedro Pascal Character universe.  the stories are engaging and this is a fairly diverse list of OFCs (by that I mean race/ethnicity, life experience, nationality, disability).  as always, each author issues their own warnings.

listed in alphabetical order by writer:

@iamskyereads - Ezra (Prospect) x OFC Beatrice 

ongoing series (Compulsion).  love the sci-fi world-building in the first chapter. Beatrice is a sharp and compelling protagonist who’s suffered a traumatic brain injury and has PTSD.  

@intheorangebedroom - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Gabrielle 

complete series (Pleased to Meet You).  angsty intercontinental love story between everyone’s favorite pilot and a cool French woman.  the descriptions of different cities are vivid.

@jazzelsaur - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Ellie

complete series (Between the Raindrops).  the slow burn here is a smolder in the best sense.  Elliot (Ellie) is a widow who lives next door to Frankie.  the weight of grief and angst in this series is remarkable. 

@jomiddlemarch - Joel (The Last of Us) x OFC Grace

loose-fit series (On Call for the Apocalypse).  crossover with Ted Lasso.  set in Jackson WY between seasons 1 and 2, Grace is a snarky doctor (scratch a cynic, find a romantic) hanging out with Joel and Ellie  (format better on AO3)

@julesonrecord and @lunapascal ( @stardustandskycrystals) - Dieter (the Bubble) x OFC Andie 

ongoing series (Curls).  we’re rooting for Dieter and Andie amid all the drama and shenanigans surrounding a pregnancy and a wedding.  this reads like a novel you finish in one sitting.  

@ladamedusoif - Mr Ben (SNL) x OFC Lydia 

ongoing series (Visiting).  Lydia is a European art historian who goes to teach at an East Coast liberal arts college and meets the dashing Mr Ben.  delightful and smart (and I'm not just describing Mr Ben).

@radiowallet - Marcus (We Can Be Heroes) x OFC Amy

ongoing series (Eyes Open).  Single parents Marcus and Amy find love in the workplace, HR be damned.  Amy contains multitudes and the portrait of her as a mother is especially real and sweet.

@whatsnewalycat - Din (Mandalorian) x OFC Charlie

ongoing series (Passenger).  Gritty, dark, cool AU where Din Djarin is a trucker/bounty hunter and Charlie is making her way west.  this fic has a lot of postmodern energy.

@yespolkadotkitty - Pero (Great Wall) x OFC Jade

complete series (Fighting Blind).  Fun, winsome adventure between a museum curator and our favorite Spanish warrior.  Love the time-travel element, the nod to the Asian diaspora, and the rich world-building.  This series is stay-up-past-your-bedtime reading.

feel free to share your fic recs and favorite OCs/OFCs (your own and/or others)!  ❤️

[fictionadventurer]

ya fantasy mystery: The Evergreen Banister

One of my favorite things to do is wander through the library shelves and find those weird tattered '90s kids and teen paperbacks, because this genre has a lot of wild stories that have fallen into obscurity. The Evergreen Banister is one such book--a YA book from before YA was a thing, so it got classified as a children's book even though it has teenage main characters.

The Evergreen Banister by Lisa Sorenson takes place among a community of Borrower-type little people who are only a few inches tall and live hidden in human dwellings. Pippa Small's family is part of a community that lives in a big old mansion somewhere on the East Coast. They find Christmastime exciting, because the decorations offer all kinds of new places to explore, but the holiday also offers new dangers from crowds at parties and such. Several members of the human family are aware of the little people living among them, but they're viewed as eccentrics by the wider world.

Anyhow, the evergreen decorations on the house's main banister offer an exciting new place for Pippa and her siblings to explore, which gives the story its title. And a setting for them to be in when the mystery kicks in. Some jewels go missing at a Christmas party, and the little people are suspected of the theft by the eccentric matriarch of the family, and they're thus in danger of losing their home in the mansion unless they can locate the real crook. Pippa teams up with the matriarch's teenage granddaughter, and through various mishaps and shenanigans, the mystery gets solved.

This is an interesting book for several reasons, not least of which is the novelty of a Borrowers-type little-people story starring, not a child, but a somewhat jaded teenager who's looking to stretch her wings and define herself. The mystery is a bit thin and juvenile, but the structure is solid, and supports some fun worldbuilding and character interactions. The hobbitish close-knit community of little people is a very fun dynamic, with lots of eccentric family groups with small-town history between them. It's not, like, a lost classic or anything, but when I found a copy at a thrift store years later, you'd better believe I snatched it up for my own shelf.

[enochianribs]

YOU GUYS. SHE'S 24. If you love your local and fictional redheads, come join the celebration!

When: June 24th-July 1st

What: @/ghosthan (Gorlfriend) Birthday! Woah!

How: Help celebrate by creating something about your favorite red-heads from our beloved girl-bestie show supernatural such as....

Charlie

Anna

Abaddon

Rowena

Or, get on with the _insertcharactername_-redhead truther shenanigans!

If redheads aren't your thing (wrong answer) that's okay, other fun topics to explore could be

ghosts

seriously we love ghosts so much in this sector of the spn 'cule

team free will shenanigans

deancas are freaks (affectionate) <3

cowboy-ism

gamer girl-natural

new girl-natural

east coast-natural

tag 'em with #hansbdaybash please!

Ok, that's all! She doesn't know I'm making this post but please spread the word.

[callalillywrites]

To Repay a Debt Character Introductions

As much as I was hoping to get the first part of Ransom's new story (the big, insistent baby is still whining), I didn't sleep well at all last night. I also realized that his personal assistant reader's opening doesn't fit her personality, so I'm going to rewrite it and hopefully have the first part ready to go soon.

In the meantime, I thought I'd introduce his reader and some other characters from the story.

Harlan hires her, not Ransom.

Real profession is dog training from the basics to her specialty of security dogs.

Best security dog trainer on the east coast.

Despite her focus on dog training, she has two cats, which you'll meet shortly. They also help with her work as they help socialize and train security dogs not to be distracted from their duties.

Where she goes, her two cats go, including Ransom's home.

Has a year to get Ransom 'trained' away from his wild ways.

34 years old (small age gap with Ransom's age of 39).

Owns her own condo in Boston. Will be subletting it for the year she has to live with Ransom as his assistant.

Ransom has a few nicknames for her: Minx, Menace, and Honey (short for honey badger and yes, there's a story that will come with this).

First rescue Honey makes while volunteering at local shelter.

Roughly 8 years old.

She renamed him Salem after the cat in Sabrina the Teenage Witch because he resembles that cat in appearance and personality.

Natural grump but sweet when he wants to be.

Vindictive protective of Honey, too. Seriously, don't mess with her if you don't something of yours messed up. Ransom will learn this early on in the story.

Thinks every place he goes is his playground or home. Will make himself comfortable like the king he thinks he is.

Loves treats and can usually be bought with them.

Loves going to work with Honey since it gives him a chance to show off his superiority to the dogs she works with.

Hates his carrier and long car rides.

Second rescue from the same shelter she gets Salem.

Between 6-7 years old.

Jinx has been with Honey and Salem since he was a tiny kitten.

Named him Jinx because of how clumsy his first months were and the shenanigans he would cause.

Sweetest boy who lives to chirp, meow, and purr for Honey.

Feral protective of Honey. Mess with her and you're getting teeth and claws. Something Ransom also learns early on.

Unlike Salem, he usually finds the first sunny spot he can find and settles down wherever they go, content to sun nap.

Doesn't mind car rides or his carrier as long as Honey keeps talking to him. Likes to watch the scenery passing by them.

Loves to play the distraction for dogs Honey is training.

Well, there you have it. I'm looking forward to exploring the dynamics that are sure to come from this story especially as these three get used to living with confirmed bachelor and man-child, Ransom Drysdale.

Maybe there will even be some feelings that develop between PA!Reader and Ransom as the story grows, feelings both will deny and fight tooth and nail to not see develop. 😉😏

*****

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

[planetpiastri]

yours for the weekend

summary - growing up, everyone thought you and jake would be the perfect small-town love story: childhood sweethearts who got married and bought a house on the hill as soon as they graduated. but then high school ended and you hung up your boots, packed your bags, and shipped off to the east coast for better horizons, leaving a heartbroken jake behind. years passed, and you both moved on, but when a local wedding pulls you back home for the first time in years, both you and jake find yourselves confronted with feelings you thought were long buried.

warnings - 18+, minors please don't interact, no use of y/n, reader is nicknamed 'boots', gn!reader, lawyer!reader, farmhand!jake, jake is everyone's favorite good ole boy, this is basically a hallmark au, small town shenanigans

[1] old flames

[2] old haunts

[3] old habits

[4] old clothes

[5] old scars

[6] new beginnings

the road back home masterlist

[math-rocks-and-lizard-bats]

Happy final day, I’m so prepared for my heart to be shattered. I’m ready to eat these crunchy crunchy realationships, Aabria break my heart I’m ready.

I’m ready for more were-mantis-orca-gorilla shenanigans

I’m ready Raj to do something absolutely unhinged (a la Howard Mangrove and Nathaniel Trapp)

I’m ready for more water based shenanigans

And I’m ready for old man O’Brien

Aabria and Noshir I know you may or may not see this but know I think im ready but I know I’m not.

And that you all are the reason my roommate might just kill me bc we live on the east coast