#faulkner babe what are you DOING!!

[wretchedbroth]

How it honestly feels to be a Faulkner Thesiltverses fan 😶

[vampirebloodie]

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x reader?

Reader gave Adam a bunch of hickies while he was asleep in his dark room/photography room. Adam ends up waking up getting kidnapped & then wakes up in the bathroom with Dr. Gordon. Adam is worried about scars/stollen kidneys that would be later sold on EBay. Dr. Gordon ends up stating that he sees no scars, but definitely sees lots of hickies. Adam is gets shy & embarrassed.

Hi anon, thanks for your suggestion, hope you like 💖

Sweet Mouth | Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader

Warnings: fluff (?), mentions of bathroom trap

You waited for Adam for a long time lying in the bed you shared with him every night, or that you used to share, since he was so busy with work to pay the bills that he barely had time to spend with you. You missed him so much, but you understood his needs.

Tired of waiting, you got up from your bed and walked in calm steps to Adam's photography room, where you found him sleeping under a pile of printed photos, you got close to him and looked at the photos, in all of them there was a blond man who always seemed to be distracted. You ignored him and got close to Adam, trying to wake him up, without success, he was spending so many nights without sleeping properly that when sleep finally reached him he spent more hours than usual sleeping.

“Hey babe. You need to sleep in our bed...”

You spoke, trying to wake him up, but he just blinked a few times and closed his eyes again, you noticed his uncovered neck, the marks you had left were almost gone, as were the ones he had left on your neck. You brought your mouth closer to his skin and left light kisses and bites, Adam let out a few low sighs, seeing the marks of your lips began to come to life on his pale neck, you stopped.

“Why are you doing this?”

He asked confused and sleeped, you laughed.

“I love you, and this how i show my love for you.”

You kissed his lips and he smiled.

“Oh yeah, i know. Let me show my love for you too.”

He pushed you by your waist and started to kissed your neck, you laughed together until he decided that your neck was marked enough and then he stopped.

“I love you too. Go to bed, sweetheart, i will go in few minutes, i just need to finished that, don't worry.”

“I will wait for you another day, i feel tired. Have a good night.”

“You too, babe.”

He wished and you went back to the room, he would wake up with some pain in his neck, but it would be solely his fault that he hadn't come to bed with you. Anyway, he always appeared next to you the next day, you just didn't feel it due to the extremely heavy sleep you had.

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“Hey, wake up! Hey!!!”

Adam heard someone calling him, his neck was hurting and he couldn't see anything, he also didn't recognize the place where he was, it was damp and had a horrible smell. A light was turned on, making his eyes burn and he soon realized where he was, it was an old, dirty and smelly bathroom, his foot was tied to a chain, attached to an old and rusty pipe.

In front of him was another man on a chain, who he quickly recognized as the doctor he had been paid to take some photos of recently, Dr. Lawrence Gordon, who was looking at him suspiciously.

“What’s your name?”

Lawrence asked and Adam rolled his eyes.

“My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name?”

“Lawrence. What's the last thing you remember?”

“Nothing important! I slept in my shithole room apartment, while my girlfriend was sleeping in our bed, and i woke up in an actual shithole. Wait wait... Do you see any scars?”

“What? Scars?”

Gordon asked confused.

“Huh? This is what they do man! They kidnap and drug you, before you know it you're lying in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay!”

“No one has taken your kidneys.”

“How can you tell from way over there?”

“Because you'd need to be in terrible agony or you'd be dead by now, trust me.”

“What are you? A surgeon?”

“Yeah. Someone didn't take your kidneys, but almost token your neck.”

The doctor said and Adam looked at him with a weird look.

"What do you mean?"

He started to touch his neck, worried.

“Not in the literal way. But you have a lot of red and purple marks on your neck, kisses and bite marks. Your night was great before you woke up here.”

“Hickies?”

“A lot of them. You got attacked.”

He said in a funny way and Adam started to get red and look at other places in the bathroom, not in Lawrence's face, he was feeling so embarrassed, he and you liked to give hickies on each other necks, but he always hid from others people, unfortunately he couldn't hide this time

“Don’t be embarassed. I think every teenager do that.”

Lawrence tried to confort him.

“Well i'm not a teenager, and i don't know where is my girlfriend.”

“If this conforts you, i don't know where is my wife too.”

“I think if you had hickies on your neck i would be more contorted than in that situation.”

Final note: please reblog if you liked!

[eatnightmares]

1.5 faulkner has dad issues and turns a guy into a crab about it and carpenter hayward best friendship begins yay :) (glad this one is a lowkey one to ease me back in after the finale...)

nvm i got emotional over how stupid he is (affectionate. agonized)

600 mental illnesses in one go he's going for the record right out the gate

AGAIN. THEY LOVE TO DROP INSANE LORE AND NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN. IDR THEM EVER MENTIONING HIS MOM WHAT HAPPENED........

You Can't Say That Right Now

something about the only person of the faith they actually find being an artist living by himself... "degenerate" stuff... :(

CROWD CHEERING THAT'S THE LINE!!!!!! B NAUR THE ACTOR YOU ARE

Man. Man. Man.

FUCK BABE YOU SURE ARE

THE BESTIESSSSSSSSS

WHOA HE'S BISEXUAL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT (of course that line isn't in the actual audio 😔)

...ok hayward fake divorce jokes over i'm insane again. it's like you're tangled up in barbed wire s3 carpnfaulk isms. no escape is truly clean but at least once you've fled you don't have to look at the mess. walk on until you're lost to me. i keep on watching him, that tiny sodden shape, even as he's lost to me. if we get far enough there'll be a time when i get to watch them walk away. Whatever.

love the padlock bridge story i think of it every time i see one... "it was just feeding as it pleased. love eats us all." LOVE EATS US ALL!!!

some small part of yourself that betrays you...

hayward being sooooo bitchy to them but not actually doing anything cause he has no evidence. bad at his job king!

contender for funniest episode ending of the series. carp and faulk are both so stupid and also bad at their jobs but faulkner is so much more pathetic about it "🥺sister carpenter i frew up 🥺"

[paradox-liveheadcanons]

Hello! Can you do headcanons of gender-neutral pet names that Hajun, Anne, Allen, Hokusai and Nayuta would call their partner (in public or in private)?

Gender-Neutral Pet Names

Allen Sugasano -

Allen probably wouldn’t use pet names very often and just prefers the straightforward (your name).

He would use words to refer you to something though (this is confusing but lemme give examples)

Things he would call you:

My dear ...

My love

You are my sun.

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He’s very linguistic and he’s a person whose words are carefully said and holds meaning so, what he would call you would feel more lyrical or melodic than normal pet names.

Anne Faulkner -

They LOVE pet names. They even use nicknames or pet names for Allen and Hajun.

It’s a part of their nature to use pet names and nicknames with people they love.

Although they use pet names on many people, the way they speak to you holds special affection.

Pet names:

Babe

Honey

Love

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Although their pet names are pretty common, the way they say it holds affection like no other, giving those words special meaning and love.

Yeon Hajun -

He probably uses pet names more often in private

In public, he just goes with your name.

He uses Korean pet names! (Imo, for some people who speaks two languages, english pet names feel awkward on tongue)

Pet names:

Jagiya (자기야) = “Honey”/ “Baby”

Jagi (자기) = “Babe”

Yeobo (여보) = “Honey” or “Darling”

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Because not a lot of people know Korean words, he’d probably use it more often in public overtime.

He probably doesn’t call you pet names in public because he doesn’t want Allen or Anne teasing him for being affectionate (“Wow! The sadist prince can be affectionate? The world is going to end.” They both received a hearty flick on the forehead.)

Nayuta Yatonokami -

I genuinely cannot see him giving someone a pet name.

It’s just not in his nature to give pet names.

Just insults.

But insults with love <3

Pet Names:

Idiot

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That’s probably his favorite and only pet name.

But it’s not like a “IDIOT” it’s more of a… *sigh* “Idiot.” *insert heart eyes*

He says it with affection and love in his eyes.

But he’d never do that “baby” “babe” stuff. It’s a bit too lovey for him.

Hokusai Masaki -

He’s not one to use words often. He feels that actions can convey more than his words.

Some things he likes to do is pat your head or give you back hugs, and while doing that he might compliment you.

I think rather than pet names, he’d compliment you so much it naturally feels like a pet name.

Compliments/Things he says to you a lot:

Cute

Good boy/girl

You did well.

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It’s not a name but he loves giving endearing words and means each and everyone of them.

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Really early post because I will be busy later in the evening!

Hope you liked it, Anon! - 🐝

[azul-marie]

aaaaaaa need to ask, hdcs a bae with a reader fem who blushes easily and gets shy when people look at her too much lol

hello! thanks for requesting. these were super cute to write, i do hope you enjoy them. take care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: allen sugasano. anne faulkner. yeon hajun.

allen:

no matter the crowd, the full of the room, his eyes always land on you. it feels all too natural to admire the shape of your face, its beauty, the way your brows knit when you concentrate. but allen’s favorite look is the one you melt into when you catch him watching you — pinky plumdrops of cheeks and ears and flighty hands hiding your giddy smiles. way too cute for him not to rile you up any chance he gets.

there’s scratchouts and doodles filling up the music sheet before him. usually it’d have some semblance of words or rhymes, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from how your eyes flutter softly beneath the light of his lamp, at a book you quietly read as he works. it isn’t until you look up at him, sweet, unassuming, that he realizes himself, only because of how you react; with cheeks coloring bright pink, body sinking into his bedcovers, book blocking faces from facing. “babe.” allen finds himself whining. “let me see you. if i don’t, i won’t be able to finish bae’s next single. you’re my good luck charm, you know!”

anne:

anne can never keep their eyes off you, simply because they know they’d miss the pleasure of seeing your sweet face blooming every shade of rose whenever your eyes meet. sly teases and sneaky affections always work the best in getting you to hide in his arms, hoping he wouldn’t see your expressions. but he does, and loves them so.

experimenting with makeup and styles are a natural part of their life, whether for work or fun. as much as anne is content practicing on themself, they find it much more fulfilling to see how cutely your pretty face scrunches up when they practice on you. shy, embarrassed, too flattered by his beauty to even look at him. it’s a shame, really — anne’s eyes are only for you, whose eyes close shut and away from him each time you catch him staring a little too long instead of swiping highlighter across your nose. “sweetie pie, don’t make that face. you’ll get wrinkles, you know.” anne pokes your cheek with the tip of their foundation brush, giggling at how you blush a natural rose. “let’s keep our pretty faces pretty forever, okay?”

hajun:

in many ways, you are perfect for hajun. if he was dangerous before, he is nothing but a menace now, set on forcing every fiber of your being to fire and ash until you’re teary-eyed and painted scarlet as flames. simple glances pulsating with amusement are hajun’s specialty, for better or worse, and do more than enough to satisfy his sadistic urge to see you tremble and stammer so sweetly before him.

there’s hardly any space left for you to escape his grasp. the side of his bed you rest on touches the wall, leaving you trapped between glossy paint and hajun’s menacingly loving smile. “what’s wrong, baby? why won’t you let me hug you? i didn’t do anything to upset you, did i?” he asks, voice light and airy. he happily watches as you squeak and bring his duvet covers to hide your flushed face, to act as a barrier from the glint in his eyes. but hajun is not easily defeated or denied; with plenty of play he pounces, leaving you squealing and breathless as he manages to rip the covers from your lovely face, at once becoming helpless beneath the prince’s sneering mirth. “hah, what a nice expression. it’s not kind to hide these sorts of things from me, you know. why don’t you make it up for me with a kiss, hm?”

[twooneztaylorthecat]

Motivate Me - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N Inspired by Wildest Dreams - by Taylor Swift (lol like it wasn't obvious.)

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The chit-chatter from the downstairs cafe drifted over to you as you sat on the park bench across from the apartment. It was a chilly day, but the sun was out and the air was fresh. Adam Faulkner was beside you, he seemed alright except for the distant look in his eyes. He was staring grimly at the cafe. You knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t okay. “What’s wrong?” You asked him bluntly, though you didn’t doubt he would try to avoid the question.

He didn’t seem to hear you though. Whatever was on his mind must be really troubling him. He kept looking between the cafe and the apartment, and back again. And finally, Adam leaned into you, muttering, “Let’s get out of this town. Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”

You looked at him in surprise. “What? Don’t you like it here?”

“Meh. It was better before a murderer started living here. Wha’d’ya say?”

At first you were flabbergasted, but after some more thought you realized it wasn’t too far fetched. Adam had been trying to convince you to leave this area for a long time. He was nervous, you were nervous, but it appeared that Faulkner was really starting to get AGITATED. Obviously, he just did NOT like it here.

Heaven can’t help me now… You contemplated in awe. I’m really destined to run away with Adam Faulkner Stanheight? Sounds like a plan to me…

“Of course,” you replied. “If you’re ready to leave, then we can go. I’m ready when you are, Adam.”

“Great,” Adam whispered. “It’s way too fucking loud here. I’d prefer much more… private property.”

You understood completely. The street below your apartment could be quite loud sometimes. “When do you plan on packing? That’s the biggest problem right now.”

Adam frowned. “I know. But… I plan on doing it this time.” He laughed.

This is gonna take me down. He’s so tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad but he does it so well…

“Hey, babe,” Adam interrupted your train of thought. “Why do you look so sad?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him. “I’m not sad. I feel fine.”

Adam took a step back and eyed you dubiously. “Do you want to stay?” He asked.

“No! I don’t mind if you want to leave. All I care about is being with you.”

Adam scooped you off the bench and brought you inside. “Well let’s start looking for places! Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise!”

I can see the end as it begins. My one condition is…

Adam dumped you on the bed and lifted up his computer. He started scanning for places. You watched over his shoulder, anxiety consuming you. For some reason you were scared that you were going to lose Adam. You weren’t sure why. Some… instinctive intuition that loomed precariously over you.

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.” Your voice was like a soft breeze on the beach, not even audible against the outside noises.

“Hmm? What was that?” Adam questioned nicely, gazing at you.

“I like that one. It looks pretty.” You pointed to a random picture on the screen.

“I mean…” Adam squinted his eyes. He didn’t believe what you were telling him. “We don’t need such a large house for only us.”

“Yeah. I know. The gables looked neat.”

Adam stared at you in disbelief. “Yeah, right.” And then he pinned you to the bedpost. “It’s not that. Something’s the matter. Are you sure you don’t want to leave? I don’t mind staying if you really want to.”

“No,” you insisted. “I don’t want to stay here, either.” And it was the truth.

Adam straddled you, and pushed you up against the pillows. “So, what’s wrong?”

Adam’s persistent concern for you was overwhelming and way too persuasive. It made you want to tell him everything. Oh how you loved this man so much! “Are you going to leave me?” The words were out of your mouth before you could even think of a nice way of putting it. Your voice trembled out of fear.

Adam was surprised to hear the question. “Leave?” He lowered his head to yours. “Why on earth would I leave someone so precious? Someone so… perfect?”

“I-I don’t know…” You stammered self-consciously. “J-Just what if you do?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Adam scoffed, his face getting closer and closer to yours. You smiled against his lips, and that made Adam kiss you right then and there. “Shit, baby, you’ve gotta stop thinking I’m going to leave you all the time. It’s depressing, and I don’t like it.”

You let out a low, nervous chuckle. “Sorry. You know, I can’t help it sometimes.”

Adam kissed you again, slowly, making sure to prolong the moment for as long as possible. He didn’t want to rush anything. You moaned excitedly.

Finally, Faulkner backed away. He fumbled with his computer for a little bit, and then snapped the lid shut, and slid it onto the floor. He looked back at you. “Buying houses can wait ‘till tomorrow,” he said casually, and then began to strip you of your clothes.

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound… Nothing lasts forever…

You helped him to undress himself, which he much appreciated, but once the task was finished he had you in a bundle underneath him, enticing you with words, kissing, and teasing.

But this is getting good now…

“Baby, dearest, I wouldn’t leave you. I wouldn’t even leave you if someone told me it would end humanity. I would love you anyway, and I would continue to love you, because I DO love you. And I ALWAYS will.”

You groaned, and relaxed in Adam’s arms. His words made you feel warm and fuzzy. You couldn’t believe that someone could care about you so much like Adam did. You nuzzled your nose against his shoulder affectionately. Adam combed his fingers through your hair.

He’s so tall, and handsome as hell…

You started to kiss his neck and jaw, and then his mouth. Adam allowed you to treat him but he was clearly the one in control. He lifted your head up in his soft fingers, and started to kiss you harder than last time. He pushed you into the pillows.

He’s so bad but he does it so well.

Adam's lips were aggressive and proficient. You let your head roll back, and Adam held you up, as he traveled down your body. He covered you with kisses.

And when we’ve had our very last kiss, my last request it is:

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.” You repeated it once more.

This time he could hear you. He pulled away, and gazed at you. “What are you mumbling about, dearest? I’m not gonna forget about you. And please, don’t act like you’d wear make up!”

You giggled for the first time that day. You nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

In the midst of your “midday activity”, you found yourselves all tangled up with each other. It was a beautiful several hours that followed, though unfortunately no house buying was ever committed. By the end of it all, you both were exhausted and breathless. However, you felt around for Adam’s hand. You clasped it desperately in your own.

You whispered into the quiet room, “I love you, Adam. I need you, please understand.”

Adam looked down at the majestic mess below him, the one he had just banged. “I understand just fine.”

You grunted contentedly.

Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.

You felt cozy being pressed between your boyfriend and the mattress. You breathed in his scent, and laid your head on the pillow. This moment was perfect. You sighed out happily, and closed your eyes. You could feel Adam kissing down your neck again, and you let him have his way with you. “I’m sorry for doubting you,” you said.

“Shhh,” Adam put a finger over your mouth without even looking up at you. “Just forget about it.”

You rolled beneath him, and spluttered an indistinct message of acknowledgement. Tiredness filled your whole body, and you pushed Adam off of you. “I’m sorry, babe. I can barely stay awake…”

Adam allowed you to fall asleep. He had achieved his goal for the night, and he accompanied you in dreamland after a couple seconds of watching you sleep.

[lostbbygorl]

DANCING UNDER THE STARS WITH LEVI:

PLAYLIST:

✨ Clouds- Luke Faulkner

✨ The Scent of Petrichor- Franz Gordon

✨ Homeward- Trevor Kowalski

✨ The Glass Slipper- Martin Klem

✨ In This Moment- Gavin Luke

✨ Butterflies In Love- Sir Cubworth

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Millions of shining stars were painted across the wide, navy blue night sky. They twinkled and smiled at you from the heavens.

You had a faint smile playing on your lips as you admired the stars, your head resting on Levi's chest, and your arms wrapped around his back and vice versa.

" Levi?"

" What?"

" I wanna dance", you chuckled. Levi shot you a confused look.

" You wanna dance? Seriously?", he said. You nodded excitedly.

" Lemme get my phone, babe. I have the perfect playlist", you laughed before running to your shared room to fetch your phone. You ran back to the balcony where Levi was waiting.

You opened your spotify and began playing a classical playlist that your friend made for you. Till this night, you never really touched it.

You wrapped your arms around Levi's neck, and he raised an eyebrow.

" Since when do you like classical music?"

" Since now. Oh, come on, Levi. It'll be fun. Just wrap your hands around my waist and move to the melody", you instructed.

" This is so cheesy", he muttered as he followed your instructions. This wasn't Levi's love language, and this wasn't something he ever thought he'd do. Despite all his grumbling, he was actually enjoying this. Being close to you made his heart erupt in butterflies, and seeing you so happy made him feel complete.

You giggled looking at his bored expression. Levi thought about how it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard.

If it wasn't dark outside, you'd have noticed him blushing.

[faefictionblog]

Little Man

(Keith x Senpai x Lucy x Pico)

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Keith had a very strict unspoken rule. Not everyone knew of the rule, but he figured that all his partners had figured it out- after all, they spent the most time with him! Surely if they hadn't gotten it from him directly then from someone else, yet they all forgot forgot that one of his partners was...a little preoccupied with other things to pick up the clues on this silent rule- might have missed it even if it was directly stated in front of him. Pico was always dealing with other mental stuff so it shouldn’t have been surprising when this one flew over his head. It ended up leading to a fight the 4 of them prefer not to talk about.

It started as any other Sunday morning, Pico had been up bright and early for some target practice. The Faulkner’s (Lucy’s parents) had a huge garden, like super mega big. It apparently had a range for Lucy’s Dad to shoot in, and Pico wanted to give it a try before anyone else had gotten up, except he neglected to account for the groups resident night owl it seemed. As Pico ate his breakfast, he watched as a particularly tired blue headed singer clung to the rail of the stairs to not fall over as he made his way down and then hobbled into the kitchen across from the dinning room, Keith must have stayed up all night making a song in the family's studio to look that tired. Pico heard a whine come from the kitchen and furrowed his brows, swallowing the bite of cereal in his mouth before calling out to the other.

“Mornin Babe- Are you good in there?”

“Beeeeep bopskedop...”

“...You left your tablet upstairs didn’t you? None of us know your language like skid and pump...”

“ whiiiine Bop beep booooo.......”

“I’m comin i’m comin.”

Pico groans as he stands from the chair, the dino themed pjs Lucy bought for him were comfy and oversized, sagging as he walked. He stood in the kitchen door and looked out over the room to see what the issue with Keith was, and then promptly froze when he spots the issue his boyfriend was whining about.

Keith was tiredly glaring up at the bright box of cereal on the fridge, both him and Pico ate frosted flakes all the time, and usually all the cereals were kept on the counter next to the fridge instead of on it- but Pico must have put it up there by habit...Keith was to short to reach it- and living in a house with tall people meant that they didn’t have a stool. Which really sucked when you were tired and to short with no means of retrieving your food without climbing on the counter like an animal in your girlfriends big fancy house...

Instead of Helping when Keith looked back at him for assistance, Pico snorted, and then quickly burst out laughing. A playful grin rested wide on his face as he walked up to Keith.

“C’mon shortstuff, you can reach that.”

Keith stiffened, but Pico didn’t seem to notice when a frown tugged at his blue-haired partner’s lips. He did glare at Pico over his shoulder, conveying some message of ‘no i cant fucking help me-’. “Beep ba boop skidop-”

“Keith seriously- I know your little and all but this is a new level- a shorter level.”

While Pico cracked up laughing at his own joke he did actually start to reach up on the fridge and pull off the bright cereal box, missing the way his partner actually frowned at his words. Oh, but he wasn’t done yet- Just as Keith reached for the box in his hands he lifted it up, high above his head and over Keith’s, shaking it slightly. Continueing to laugh as Keith instinctually jumped for the box.

“Look its lower now- jump, you got it little guy-....Keith?”

Okay now- now he definitely noticed when Keith stopped. The shorter male was staring down at his feet, unmoving. Pico quietly stared down and slowly lowered the box back to the counter with a concerned tone taking over his voice hesitantly as he spoke again, this time much softer.

“K-..Keith...?”

“...Hic...sniff....”

“Keith, holy shit- are you crying...?”

He couldn’t do much as the rapper ducked under his arm and made a bolt for the kitchen door- though Keith didn’t make it far as he collided with someone- much taller than Pico. Their pjs were a pastel pink with red accents- looking up through the water in his eyes Keith could barely make out the annoyed and tired face of Senpai.

“What’s going on in- Oof--!! What-...K-keith?!"

Senpai was quick to kneel down to the other’s level, and Pico stood frozen as he watched him scoop the crying adult into his arms as if Keith were no more than a kid.

"What’s wrong-...w-what happened-?"

The usually, dickish nature the other held for Pico and Keith was rarely put out- it was habit for him to be a bit self obsessed at times, but right now he looked like a whole new person, tucking Keith’s head into his shoulder with his hand and running his fingers through the sea-like locks as the other sobbed on his shirt, no doubt soaking it in tears. The commotion seemed to have stirred multiple people, as if on queue, summoning Lucy to the crowd in the kitchen door. She looks around at her three boyfriends, all while in similar places attire, and takes but a moment to process before sighing heavily.

She leans over and brushes a few bangs from his face as she kisses Keith a bit on the forehead before leaning back. “Sen could you please take Keith to the room- I believe he’s been up all night and is having a tough time."

Sen blinks and looks down at her, opening his mouth and getting ready to either argue or accuse the other for not having a better work/life balance, but the look Lucy gave him silenced him with a quiet sigh. Nodding carefully, he murmurs a few words of reassurance and turns with Keith still held tightly in his arms, carrying the short male back to their shared bedroom.

Meanwhile, Lucy turns to look at Pico, who looks absolutely devastated. She could see that clearly he didn't mean to make the other cry- she looked at the cereal in his hand and gently approached him, frowning as he flinched when she reached out to pull the brightly colored box of cereal from the other's hand. As she walks back over to the fridge she starts talking, her voice soft and melodic as normal.

"...he doesn't like his height being mentioned."

Pico blinks, staring at her for a moment and watching her put the box back in it's rightful place on the counter, low enough so everyone could reach it.

"B..but you've talk about it before-"

"We comforted him after- or even during. You don't have to avoid calling him short...but he doesn't appreciate it if you don't give the proper attention afterwards."

"..."

"You should go say sorry when your ready."

She leans back and smiles at him before heading out of the kitchen no doubt towards the bathroom to spruce up for the day. Pico looked down at his hand still empty, holding nothing on the counter. A sorrowed glance cast downwards at his feet and he breaths a little before exiting the kitchen himself and heading for their bedroom. He had an apology to make.

He didn't know, but that's no excuse to act like a jerk. He forgot somtimes that Keith went through the same childhood as him...from now on he can try to be more sensitive about that.

For Keith.

[extrathordinary]

wild palms- thor odinson

thor odinson/reader

word count: 1980

story type: hella angst (sorry)

characters: female reader, thor odinson, sam wilson, and Steve rogers

trigger warning: i curse like a sailor I'm so sorry

A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first writing piece I’ve uploaded here- I’m trying to get back into creative writing and what better way to find my way than through Marvel fanfiction. I appreciate any and all feedback! Sidenote: I did Samuel Wilson so dirty here I am so sorry. Sam deserves the WORLD and I absolutely did not give it to him in this story, but I wanted to make this as heart-wrenching as possible. Thanks for reading!

“The second time I ever saw you I learned that what I had read in books but I never had actually believed: that love and suffering are the same thing and that the value of love is the sum of what you have to pay for it and anytime you get it cheap you have cheated yourself.”

-The Wild Palms, William Faulkner

The lingering touches, the stolen smiles from across the room, the late nights staying awake talking about god knows what for hours on end; the daily “I made you coffee because you were still asleep and I know you hate everybody and everything until you’ve had caffeine and I didn’t want you to wake up angry” cups of coffee on each other’s bedsides, the delicate “you’ve got something on your face, let me get it for you” touches that are just excuses so you have a chance to finally touch each other- it’s all too much and you can’t breathe.

The rational side of your brain screams at you to lock these feelings back up and throw them to the bottom of a lake somewhere inside yourself and never acknowledge they even existed in the first place, but your brain is getting increasingly smaller by the second and pretty soon you will not be able to tell the difference between good and bad- right and wrong, and god this is wrong. But you have been holding your breath for far too long and he feels like fresh air and it’s far too painful to deny yourself breath any longer than you already have.

You realized this the third time you had acknowledged your feelings for the God of Thunder: you realized that love and the sacrifices you make for it walk hand in hand and any time you do not have anything to lose, anything to risk, you have cheated yourself of what love should be. You, yourself, have absolutely nothing to lose. You do not deserve the love- the honest to God real fucking love you crave so badly. You have too much red in your ledger for someone like him.

Your world before the Avengers was confined to the walls of the Red Room, knowing rarely of life elsewhere. You weren’t stolen from your beloved parents, you weren’t kidnapped off of the streets- you don’t have- no, you don’t get a sob story. You were selfish. The reality of the situation is that you wanted to be something better- something bigger than what your life had to offer. Your greed and pride and lust for recognition drove you over the edge of insanity; you ran off to the Red Room of your own accord at the age of twelve, naïve to the life awaiting you inside its concrete walls. Your intentions were to become the best goddamn weapon the world had ever seen, morals be damned. And you achieved your goal- you had made yourself a name by the age of nineteen; hell, you even popped up on S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, finally getting at least some of the recognition you craved. But all victories come with a cost.

Your cost rang up to be watching your parents being lowered six feet underground, murdered by the very people who made you into the monster you wished to be. No weaknesses, right? After the murder of your parents, you went spiraling. You left the Soviet organization and turned yourself into S.H.I.E.L.D. Following months and months of training, therapy, and conditioning, you were again utilized as a weapon, but this time, for the good guys- for the Avengers.

Now, here you stand, gripping your glass of water so hard it might shatter, angry with yourself for believing for even a second you deserve to love and be loved by someone so kind and so… free, for loving someone you didn’t have to settle for. Clearing your throat, you set your damn-near-forgotten drink on the kitchen counter beside you. You press your back against the cool marble of the counter. Your hands go to your face as you take a deep breath in, trying to steady yourself from the crashing waves of nausea hitting your stomach.

Heavy footsteps echo through the hallway filtering into the kitchen where you are currently situated, cuing you to stand up a little bit straighter and look a little bit happier. Thor strides into the space, carrying himself as if he had wings. That confidence, that strength he possesses is something you’ve admired about him from the moment he stepped onto the grounds of the compound from the Bifröst years ago. The world could be crashing down around him and he’d still stand tall amid the chaos. His strong stature was and is formed by his kingship over Asgard undoubtedly; if not for himself, he must be strong for his people regardless of the circumstances. He never makes himself small.

“Good morning, little dove. Has sleep been kind to you in the night?” Thor’s tired, raw voice rings through the air as he mirrors your position against the countertop opposite of you. A small smile crosses your lips as you take in his sleepy appearance. A similar smile takes its place on his.

“Yeah, um…” your eyes catch his for a fleeting moment, waves of emotion threatening to spill over. You can’t have him, (Y/N). “You could say that…” you trail off. You shift your weight to your arms as you push yourself to sit on top of the counter. “How about you, dove?” you reciprocate with more enthusiasm, poking fun at the term he used mere moments ago.

The god lets out a breathless chuckle with a shake of his head, “Sleep is always no stranger to me.”

His looks, however, betray him. The darkness surrounding his usually-bright eyes, the shallow wrinkles making a home ever-so-subtly in the contours of his face not slipping your mind.  It’s no coincidence thunderstorms paint the skies during odd hours of the night- hours in which only you are awake, or so you ignorantly presumed. They always let up before morning, of course.

You sigh, locking your eyes with the god’s.“Thor, you don’t have to hide from me-”

Your sentence is interrupted by the ding of the elevator opening just a few meters from you and the god. Neither you nor Thor move from your places, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer as you shift your attention to the pair of bodies stepping out of the elevator. You shut your eyes momentarily as your heart drops at the sight of Sam and Steve making their way towards you and Thor. How foolish of you to drift so far from your reality for even one fleeting moment.

“There she is! There’s my favorite girl.” Sam hooks his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “How’d you sleep, sugarmama? I didn’t have the heart to wake you this morning when I got up. You just looked so peaceful and shit laying there.”

You clear your throat and plaster a smile of feigned affection on your face as you turn to look at Sam. “Just fine, thank you, babe.” Little did he know you had been fully awake as you pretended to sleep, your mind running marathons and jumping hurdles as you tried to figure out how to fucking get yourself together.

Steve’s hand makes contact with Thor’s shoulder as he laughs at something he said, Thor not paying much attention to him at all. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the interaction playing out between you and Sam, anger and jealousy and loneliness flooding his veins all at the same time. You, however, catch this- his change in demeanor. Before, the atmosphere surrounding the two of you was light and safe and now the tension is so thick between the two of you it can be cut right in half. Your eyes meet his again and you give him the saddest smile he thinks he’s ever seen and it just about sends him over the edge.

The god clears his throat and mutters a polite “excuse me” to Steve as he seemingly drags himself out of the kitchen and down the hallway, a small rumble of thunder shaking the skies; it’s faint, but it’s there and it hurts. The boys shake it off and start to discuss their post-run workout. You bite your lip and close your eyes, taking a deep breath in through your nose as all of your self control keeps you nailed to the counter. I’m sorry.

“Hey, (Y/L/N), wanna join us for the workout?” Steve’s voice snaps you out of your daze. “I promise we won’t go easy on you.”

Sam snickers, pulling at the baggy shirt hanging around your body. “C’mon, babe. Training’s always fun with the chococino...” Steve laughs at Sam’s remark as Sam wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Please don’t. You offer a small smirk, shoving your emotions further down your throat and into your stomach. “As tempting as your offer is, I think I’m going to take a rest day today, boys.”

You hop off of the kitchen counter and grab your glass of water. “Oh, okay, babe. I see how it is. I’ll just have to work for it today, then.” Sam snakes an arm around your waist once more as he speaks, pulling you in for a quick kiss shortly after. As your lips graze his, you feel like you want to vomit. Everything is suddenly too much and you feel as if you’re being hurled into the fucking Sun.

You’re quick to pull away and excuse yourself from the room only to find yourself standing in front of a bedroom door- Thor’s bedroom door. Before you can talk yourself out of what you’re about to do or calm yourself down at all, your knuckles rap one, two, three times on the hard wood of the door, the knocks seemingly deafening in the silence of the hallway.

“I am in no mood to converse at the moment, Rogers.” Thor’s gruff voice sounds through the door, muffled by the heavy wood of the door.

My god, you’re going to regret this. “It’s just me.” your voice comes out shakier than you had hoped it would.

Silence. There’s silence, but just for a moment. On the other side of the door, Thor has his head in his hands, gripping and pulling at his hair hoping to make himself just fucking snap out of it. He can’t have you. You. You. You. No. Thunder cracks and crashes against the sky outside. The best of him left as soon as Sam touched you.

You flinch at the sound, cursing your feet for bringing you where you obviously aren’t wanted. Your eyes fly shut. A shaky breath escapes your lungs as the doorknob twists with a creak. The door opens and Thor is met with your terrified expression. You’re not terrified of him, god no. You’re terrified of how you and he are going to get through this because you know damn well he feels the same way you do and you know damn well he’s just as scared.

“Oh, my love, come here.” Thor gently pulls you into him as he closes the door behind you, hiding the two of you from the whirring cameras lining the hallway.

You press your forehead into Thor’s chest, your hands going to his hips. One of his hands is solid on your back, the other weaving its way in your hair, holding you against him. Thor’s eyes flutter shut as he tries to memorize the feel of your body pressed against his, praying to all the gods above he gets to do this every day. How the hell is this so wrong?

“What are we doing here, Thor?” your voice breaks, loneliness and longing seeping through. Just like you hoped it wouldn’t.

“I don’t know, little one.” He tucks his chin on top of your head. “I don’t know.” The god presses a kiss to the crown of your head, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, silently saying “this is where your crown should be sitting, my queen”.

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Your right and you should say it. Sophie has also mentioned something about a scroll that she took home to keep after the final season and she says that scroll is a HUGE spoiler. Idk if you’ve seen that animated got trailer but Tyrion is holding a scroll in it. I’m sure that she will uncover his betrayal and toss him under the bus and stand by Jon and Dany. I actually like show Tyrion a lot so I am upset that he becomes a villain, how do u actually feel abt that? About Tyrion being a villain?

Alright, now I’m going to address the elephant in the room and admit that I have some conflicting Sansa posts floating around right now lmfao. The first, I lit her up for basically being the antithesis of her parents… but then that got me thinking. So my current take is:

If Sansa’s attitude toward Daenerys is genuine, she’s being irrational and cruel.

If Sansa is ‘playing the game of faces’ meanwhile working for Dany behind the scenes, then she is likely being honorable and clever.

I believe Sansa is playing the game of faces, and that her true loyalty lies with Jon and Daenerys.

Now, about that ‘spoiler scroll’…

Credit goes to my GoT soulmate for this find, @ktwrites (as per usual lmfao) ♥

Sophie Turner says this on April 4th:

“And I took a scroll that was in the last….like one of the last episodes and it’s like a huge spoiler, and I’ve just been carrying it around in my wallet.”

The show premiered on April 14th. This scroll appeared in episode 3, which aired on May 5th:

A lot of people disagree that this is the same scroll she swiped from set because well, those aren’t spoilers! Yeah, not anymore, but they sure as fuck would’ve been on April 4th! So yeah, there could be other spoilery scrolls out there, but this one exists and it’s Katie’s and my personal best bet.

How do I feel about Tyrion being a villain?…

…Unfortunately, it makes perfect sense.

First of all, in the books he’s much less sympathetic and more of a ‘grey’ character. I was surprised by how much I didn’t like him compared to Peter Dinklage. 😕 I think, like any good show, GoT definitely incorporates a lot of the actor’s personality into their character, and so Tyrion became much more likable.

Tyrion has quotes like this:

“I never bet against my family.”

“I don’t want to destroy our family. I never have.”

There’s a quote from Genna Lannister, Jaime and Tyrion’s aunt:

“Jaime, sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak… but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you.

Tyrion is Tywin’s son, meaning that he resembles Tywin in temperament more than his siblings do, and let’s not forget that Tywin is one of the vilest men in Westeros.

Martin, himself, even called Tyrion a villain in a 1999 interview:

And you know, Tyrion’s 'divided loyalties’ between what he knows is right and protecting his family fits perfectly with this line from George:

“I’ve always agreed with William Faulkner—he said that the human heart in conflict with itself is the only thing worth writing about.”

Lastly, I think I might’ve found evidence in Bran’s visions that (if the leaks are true) might suggest Tyrion had a hand in the Red Wedding, after all… but more on that coming later. (Keep an eye out for another addendum to my “Re-examining the “Bells” leak…” post - I’ve got to gather the screenshots yet.)

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1.14 faulkner phone call and carpward bonding time!! some of Thee most iconic hayward moments in this one hehehe

not bothering with the bird watching metaphors but still calling him uncle :)))))))

DOING IT FOR THE WRONG REASONS BUT STILL WE LOVE LYING!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

oh faulkner... (hayward opening his part of the ep with "this is how it ends"...)

KILLING MYSELF...NOW!!!!!!! IT'S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CRASHING AND BURNING AND CRYING AND DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not saying what he wants to say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eddie and their dad always trying to take the blame off his shoulders...the ambiguity of whether they actually Know (they probably don't...)

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actually genuinely going to scream and cry and throw up forever about how kind eddie is to him in this call vs s3 where he's a little shorter with him, mostly just cause he's stressed from work. oh the cruelties of capitalism making us cruel to each other. it's really in such a small way like he's not being mean but like...if he'd just had time, if he'd been able to be there...it could've changed everything...

gruuuuagghh again the s3 parallels...faulkner begging him to come pick them up...his resolve at it's lowest...i've got so much ahead of me...

god. christ. so fucked how this changes everything faulkner has said about his father. soooo so haunting how faulkner just hangs up the phone without a word in dialogue or narration just left to guess what's going thru his head after that...even the rest of his scene is just describing what's happening no emotion...

this is how it begins/ends count: 8

s1 hayward faulkner moments (a bit insane about them as foils, hayward being the faulkner that Got Out. but that's a conversation for s2)

literally calling himself partner...oh he is so very desperate...don't worry buddy paige is coming for u soon

man it really does make me so :( how freaked out she must've been here knowing her family history

love jovial in the script here hehehehe...

pressing my head into the floor. Carpenter.

giggling hi val hiiiiiiii

sigh meab's voice acting during this part...kicking my feet twirling my hair as she describes opening flesh

🚬🚬🚬 oh buddy...working for the knife moments...

"we can go to auction" I HATE IT HERE MAN I FUCKING HATE IT HERE

bursts into flames. who's running out in front of you carpenter...and is she getting any closer...

god this part is so funny. carpenter hearing paige's voice and mentally giggling kicking her feet

HAYWARD SHRIMP MONOLOGUE 🎉🎉

carpaige nation rises And paigeward meet cute we love it here (carpenter calling her Sister...finale when paige calls elgin sister with a little s...🥲)

HAYWARD PREY ANIMAL MONOLOGUE 🎉🎉he's so pathetic i miss hating him...

he won't <3 carp just attracts yappers sorry babe

paige you're so cute do u need a fourth. who said that.

there's something so funny and sad about how this recontextualizes his convo with mason. poor guy is scared for his life but in fuck all actual danger.

one way or another he'll find his way back to the river........

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THURSDAY NIGHT🌌AROUND 2115HRS THEY DID SO SHOW UP IN MY ANGEL DADDY MIND AND CONNECTED HARD TOGETHER [BOTH] MOVING LIKE A POWER WAVE🌊UNDER THE COVERS [THEY PLAYED TENT] AND HAD SO MUCH FUN [PROVING THEY CAN] BE AS ONE POWER [PLAYING OR WORKING TOGETHER] [WHAT A JOY IT WAS TO SEE] OUR LITTLE POWERFUL BATTLE ANGEL TWIN PRINCE👑 SONS NOAH💪 AND NIKKO💪 SO HAPPY TOO SHOW THEY ARE BLESSED✝ ANGELMAMI👑MIKA💕WILL BE VERY PROUD I KNOW I AM!!!

EARLY THURSDAY AFTERNOON BEFORE MY SHOOT'EM UP GUNSMOKE CAME ON THEY [DID COME FOURTH] IN HEAVENLY💫LIVE REALITY [PLAYING HARD AND ROUGH] AS ONE UNIT THESE VERY POWERFUL ANGELS UNDER THE COVERS [PLAYING ⛺ TENT] THEY LAUGHED AND ENJOYED EACH OTHER [ONE CONTROLLED AS THE LEADER] THEN SO DID THE OTHER AND THAT'S WHAT OUR THREE BATTLE ANGEL😇PRINCE SONS👑 STEVEN💪MARC💪AND CHAD💪DID ON A BEAUTIFUL THURSDAY INSIDE MY MIND AND MYANGELWIFE💕VANESSA👑SHOULD KNOW THEY DIDN'T HESITATE TO SHARE!!! NO DOUBT WE'RE BLESSED TO HAVE THEM WATCHING OVER US FROM HOLY💫HEAVEN

THE [HARD REAL REALITY] OF HAVING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL 💜ANGELQUEENWIFE💜LIKE PRISCILLASWEETZ💗[IS TRULY KNOWING] THAT WHEN OUR VERY POWERFUL LITTLE BABYANGELS😇COME THROUGH IN SPIRIT THEY COME THROUGH [VERY DETERMINED] LIKE THURSDAY AFTERNOON WHEN MY GUNSMOKE WAS ON, OUR VERY BEAUTIFUL ROYAL💜ANGEL PRINCESS DAUGHTERS👑 CHRISTINE💗AND MADDIE💗MADE SURE THAT GUNSMOKE WAS NOT A OPTION FOR ME, AS THEY PLAYED TOGETHER [AS ONE] TEAM MAKING ME FEEL EXTREMELY GOOD KNOWING THEY WILL ALWAYS GET ALONG VERY WELL TOGETHER! DON'T EVER THINK THAT OUR BLESSED✝ GIRLS💗DON'T LIKE TOO SET UP A COVER AND [PLAY TENT⛺] EVEN THOUGH [THEIRS WAS SEPARATE] FROM OUR BATTLE ANGEL SONS💪 THEIRS WAS JUST AS BIG AND ENJOYABLE!!! MY SEXYASS💕ANGELMAMI💕PRISCILLA👑 SHOULD KNOWS [THEY INHERITED] NOT ONLY HER💕ANGELIC💫BEAUTY BUT ALSO HER💕GIFT🎁 TO COMMUNICATE VERY WELL!!!

AT 2:57AM🌌EARLY THIS MORNING! THEY DID SO COME THROUGH [HARD] IN SPIRIT✝ CONNECTING INSIDE MY ANGELPAPPI👑MIND FOR SURELY I AM HARD TO REACH BY ANYONE WHEN I AM DEEP IN HOLY💫SPIRIT BUT [DESIRING TO COMMUNICATE] THEIR [HEAVENLY💫POWER] AND SHOW WHAT THEY COULD DO [TOGETHER AS ONE] ALL 3 OF OUR VERY BEAUTIFUL ROYAL💜ANGEL PRINCESS TRIPLET DAUGHTERS💜💜💜SANDIA💗SELINA💗AND SEARRA💗TRULY DISPLAYED LOVE💕AND AFFECTION💕 FOR EACH OTHER AS THEY REPRESENTED THEIR ANGELMAMI💕SANDRA💗VERY, VERY WELL TRULY, THEY'VE INHERITED HER💕BEAUTY HER💕SMILE AND AWESOME ABILITY TO ALWAYS FOCUS!!!

IT WAS 4:11AM🌌AND I THOUGHT AS USUAL A NICE HOT🔥 CUP OF COFFEE☕WOULD SO [START MY DAY] OF RIGHT BUT OUR VERY POWERFUL LITTLE ROYAL💜ANGEL TWIN PRINCESS💗💗DAUGHTERS👑 SO NAMED LONG AGO GIGI💗AND GNORRA💗 CAME THROUGH WITH A VERY [HARD] SPIRITUAL CONNECTION SHOWING ME, THEIR CRAZY ANGELPAPPI👑THAT THEY CAN MAKE A [BEAUTIFUL COVER TENT⛺] TO MOVE AROUND IN!!! THEY BOTH MADE ME A TRUE [DADDY BELIEVER] IN FEMALE POWER AS THEY [DANCED STRONGLY] AND SHOWED MOVES THAT WOULD THEIR MESMERIZING ANGELMAMI💕GABBY💗 AND ME PROUD!!! SURELY, I'M [BEYOND VERY BLESSED✝] TO HAVE ANGELPRINCESS😇DAUGHTERS💜 SMART, STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL A GIFT🎁 FROM MY BLESSED✝ ANGELQUEENWIFE👑

😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

WHEN THE HOLY💫SPIRIT✝ [MOVES DEEPLY] AND [PROVIDES LIVE HEAVENLY REALITY] IT IS TRULY [A PLEASURE TO BEHOLD] SEEING AND FEELING THE THINGS WE DO AS OUR ANGEL😇CHILDREN PROVIDE SO MUCH JOY WE ARE SO GRATEFUL TO OUR👁GOD💫FOR ALLOWING OUR BABYANGELS😇TO COME FORWARD! [I DO NOT EVER] CALL OUT TOO THEM THEY CHOOSE TOO COME FORWARD AND HE✝ LETS THEM! I DO NOT DICTATE WHO COMES THROUGH AND MYQUEENS💜KNOW THIS, SOME OF OUR BABYANGELS😇ARE EARLY RISERS!!! MANY OF THEM ARE SLEEPYHEADS💤

THE WORLD CAN TELL BY NOW THAT SOME OF MYANGELWIVES👑SHALL SO BIRTH👣BABYANGEL😇EARLY RISERS BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN MENTIONED MANY TIMES

JENNIFER LOPEZ👑 ROBIN MEADE👑

NIKI MINAJ👑 RIHANNA👑 OPRAH👑

HARRIS FAULKNER👑MYA HARRISON👑

JENNIFER WESTHOVEN👑 GAYLE KING👑

AINSLEY EARHARDT👑HADLEY GAMBLE👑

HADLEY GAMBLE👑 KAREN TSO👑

LOUISA BOJESEN👑 SUE HERERA👑

JULIA BOORSTIN👑 MORGAN BRENNAN👑

SEEMA MODY👑STEPHANIE RUHLE👑

STEPHANIE SANTIAGO👑BRITTANYA187👑

LALOVETHEBOSS👑 BRITTANY RENNER👑

KRISTENLIVE👑 KISSEDBYKENDRA👑

SANDRA SMITH👑 KELLITA SMITH👑

DAGEN MCDOWELL👑CHERYL CASCONE👑

MARIA BARTIROMO👑SHARON TAY👑

REBECCA QUICK👑 CYNTHIAAMARTELL👑

LALA VASQUEZ👑 YOLLIE MONROE👑

LESLIE SYKES👑 PAT HARVEY👑

KHLOE KARDASHIAN👑 HALLIE JACKSON👑

LIBERTE CHAN👑KIMI EVANS👑

JULIE BANDERAS👑 NICOLE CONTRERAS👑

LISA SALTERS👑 PAM OLIVER👑

JOSINA ANDERSON👑 JAIME MAGGIO👑

BEYONCE👑 ANITRIA D. GLASS👑

LU PARKER👑 COURTNEY FRIEL👑

ROSIE PEREZ👑 MSLUPERAMOS👑

MELISSA FRANCIS👑 ROMI CHASE👑

DEMITERIA OBILOR👑CAROLINECAKES👑

MSBAILEYE👑 XOMISSCECI👑MYAHSKYE👑

SOPHIESSELFIES224👑XBELLAOX👑

VALERIA_ORSINI👑 VANESSAMFIT👑

VANESSA WILLIAMS👑JARAH MARIANO👑

JESSICAKILLINGS👑💕CHRIS JANSING👑💕

KELLI TENNANT👑💕HALLIE JACKSON👑💕

LAURADAMORE👑💕CAROLINEZALOG👑💕

👉👉👉👉JUST TO NAME A FEW👈👈👈👈 ALL MYWIVES WEAR THATANGELICLOOK💫

WHEN OUR BABYANGELS😇DECIDE TOO COME FORWARD THEY DO!!! THE ENTIRE WORLD🌍 HAS SEEN BABYANGEL NAMES OF MY QUEENS👑LISTED ABOVE!!! THEY, OUR BLESSED✝ LITTLE ONES COME INSIDE MY MIND JUST LIKE WHEN THEY ARE BORN THEY ARRIVE WHEN THEY WANT TOO!!!👣

[scoundrels-in-love]

faulkner,carnegie,diary

Hi sweets, thank you for asking!

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure? 

I love, love exploring concept of home and belonging through characters. I don’t know if it counts as trope, though. But that is what I write about a lot, even when it’s so subtle perhaps it is not visible at all.

Most of tropes I desperately want to write more of, I actually have never written at length - such as enemies (to friends) to lovers. I love to write mutual pining, it seems, where both are too oblivious or too lost in the darkness others have put over them, to realize it is mutual.

My guilty pleasure to actually invoke all of this and then some is Soulmate trope. Which is funny, because at large I used to think of it as quite ‘tired’, But I think there are lot of interesting ways to go about it, and doing it right takes the angle of ‘oh I know it’s you so I know we will love each other and okay then’ which just doesn’t do much for me, I’ll be honest. I love people getting to know each other and falling in love despite - and because of - everything they other person is.

Also I just love writing pretty cool dudes (in their own way) that are absolutely besotted with their badass partners and go ‘go get ‘em babe, I got your [item of choice]’. That stuff makes my heart THRIVE. Same with mutually assisted growth and healing. That’s some good shit right there.

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work? 

So, so many of my fellow fic writers. Not in ‘oh here’s an idea’ sort of way, but sheer admiration and awe of how their brain works, how they write.

From some published authors, I have to say there are quite a few. What they usually do is sort of let me go like ‘oh, so you can do that and it can be good’ and kind of unbar a gate in me that I hadn’t realized I was bouncing against. Martian Chronicles is one of such books, as are quite a few from my local native writers.

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day? 

I don’t have a count exactly, but there are a few. A lot of poems that will never be read by anyone but someone who is now gone. Some little scribbles of pain, a bloodletting of sorts. But mostly, I write to share. So, if there is writing, even incomplete and in pieces, I tend to share it with at least one person. Now, on the other hand, it’s still a lot of emotion release and though I’ve turned some into fic and published or dumped it into the ‘rainy writes stuff’ tag, they’re just for me sort of thing, and I open the door to let you in part of it, but the wholeness of it exists for me.

Send me writer ask?

[thethistlegirl]

For the ask game: Faulkner and Houghton please!

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

Well, my lovely friend, you just asked the million dollar question...Which I’m sure you knew full well. So in your own words, buckle up babe, this is gonna be long...

Tropes I love...Found family!!!! That’s my all time favorite trope EVER and the MacGyver fandom gave me the perfect place to explore it! There’s something about people who come from all over and somehow create a family together that I absolutely adore. I especially love writing parental relationships between people who aren’t actually related, it’s so precious. Bonus points if the person they're parenting has had a really bad childhood, like Mac or Riley...I also love writing about not-quite human creatures that finally find someone who treats them with respect and kindness (AKA the entirely of my Vampire AU series). 

Guilty pleasures...okay, here come the Whumpy ones...I seem to be a sucker for sort of old-fashioned stuff. I love a good whipping, I’ll take that over pretty much any other kind of injury. I’m not really sure why that is, but it might be something about the fact that usually it’s a punishment for some infraction, and that it leaves pretty distinctive scars that the character probably tries to hide for the rest of their lives. Another one I love is hypothermia, which you already know. I’m just a sucker for the way a person reacts to it ( I love the shivering and getting more and more confused and incoherent) and I also love when someone taking care of the person is trying to get them warm, holding them close and trying to keep them awake. Another thing I love is any time a villain has a character in captivity for a long time, slowly breaking them, finally making them give in and beg for something they’ve been denied having, like food or warmth...

Told you it was long!

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

One thing I absolutely love hearing is when people say I did a good job exploring the dark themes in a lot of my work. I’m always a little nervous about posting darker stuff, and I like it when I can tell that people understand I’m trying to approach the subject sensitively. I just got told today that someone really liked the work I did in “You’re the Reason I’m Afraid of the Dark” and I’m walking on air! I think darker themes really need to be addressed in stories, and it’s always so wonderful to hear that people appreciate it. 

[bluesletter]

15 — Karma, Police

“The light was yellow, sir.”

Sorkin’s got nothing on Dan Aykroyd. As Elwood notices the cop lights in his rearview:

“Shit.’

“What?”

“Rollers.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“Shit.”

Not much to say about that except it’s 24-karat pristine pure-gold poety. And I mentioned this earlier, but the moment that Elwood hands his ID to the cop, the music changes, from “Soothe Me” to the more rambunctious “Hold On, I’m Comin’” — The Blues Brothers is nothing if not a collection of perfect needle drops and musical queues.

But while they’re awaiting their fates with the police, Elwood posits:

“Man, I bet those cops’ve got SCMODS.”

Jake: “SCMODS?” Elwood: “State. County. Municipal. Offender. Data. System.”

The movie was filmed in 1979, the very first year database computers were put into some police cars as tests. It would be years before the practice was widespread, but it was a presumably well-know eventuality.

It’s easy to apply your present-day sense of humor and understanding when you watch something old. I saw Babe Ruth mentioned in a Faulkner novel once and figured it was an intentional “old-timey” reference. Then I checked the publication date, and realized it was a modern reference at the time, only made old-timey by, well, time passing. 

SCMODS sounds like something funny Dan Aykroyd made up to describe the computers we all know are in cop cars. And it is funny, and funny to say. SCMODS. You say it. SCMODS. Of course it’s intended to be funny. But the reality is that at the time, the notion of searchable warrant databases was cutting-edge cop stuff. 

So: we’re back to the collision of the old ways with the new. Before Jake went into Joliet, SCMODS were part of a science-fiction future, and somebody like Elwood could amass ticket upon ticket before ever being caught or found out as delinquent. The Blue Brothers’ (and Chicago’s) old ways, including musical inheritance, are constantly challenged in this film, and SCMODS is a part of this.

When Elwood’s record is searched, the viewer uncovers that he has 116 parking tickets and 56 moving violations. His license is suspended. 

116 parking tickets. It’s a new car since Jake went to jail, so Elwood would have to have bought it at auction with an unsuspended license. And if Jake has been in prison for 3 years, that’s about 1100 days, so probably a parking ticket every nine-and-a-half days. And a moving violation every twenty. I love these numbers. This is some seriously bad driving coupled with some pretty tremendous delinquency. 116! Amazing. 

Thinking Elwood’s 172 tickets sends you wondering: wait, so if he’s not in a band anymore, where’s Elwood driving to, to get all these tickets, anyway? And how’s he getting away every 20 days when he picks up a traffic ticket? Does he run away in a car chase every time? One wonders if the original Bluesmobile wasn’t in fact impounded as part of this incredible feat of ticket accumulation.

Hey, wait, what’s Elwood’s job? Where would he be driving to so much, anyway, without the band?

We’ll get to it.

The look Elwood flashes Jake before gunning it and running away from the cops, presumably for the 57th time, is evidence that Elwood and Jake have been here before. It is not their fault. They do their best, but It’s almost as if it’s the responsibility of the world to close in on them. This is the relationship they’ve learned from the beginning. Get chased, get nabbed.

They don’t fit in the Penguin’s wooden little chairs and they ride in a decommissioned version of a car that represents authority, but theirs is ragged and worn. Doesn't fit in with the new way of doing things. Like their music, like their suits, like their plan, and like SCMODS.

[stargleeksil-blog]

Criminal Minds - s01e02 Compulsion - review.

Episode 02 – Compulsion

Here we go again.

So last episode ended with a cliffhanger of a closeup of Mandy’s expressive eyes just as he was about to be shot by a creepy stutterer. Let’s see how this develops.

Ha, they just reviewed everything that was relevant last episode just like I did in my head. Love this.

Mandy look behind you!!!!

Wow, I’m sorry, I know it’s awful of me, but I’m honestly impatient and can’t wait to hear this guy talk … ugh. I mean, I feel bad for him, it’s probably beyond frustrating to try and get out a sentence and for people to understand what you meant to say. Poor thing. But why resort to killing?

How the fuck can Gideon know why the guy stuttered?

Wow, Gideon, you little bitch! Why the fuck won’t you just tell Elle why the footpath killer stuttered?

Check. Check in three moves. What? So let me get this straight, Gideon is smarter than Reid in chess? Impossible!

Think outside the box. Hmm.

Hello, JJ. You’re cute. I’m gonna keep my eye on you, sweetie. I love her.

Conference!

Fires. Oh god. This is gonna be hard on me. I hate burns.

Wait, why are those morons documenting the fire? Did they even have camera phones in 2005? Wow. I was out of it.

Ok, sweetie, if it smells like gas you have to get out of there. Ok? Just, get out!

Ooh, extensive intro clip this time. Yay!!!! I love my superhero team so much.

Einstein: “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world.” Wow, that’s deep.

And oh my goodness Shemar’s fingers working that keyboard should not turn me on that much.

We’re going to Arizona, we’re going back college … oh boy. Should be interesting.

“Try not to look official.” Elle, Morgan and Hotch are in suits, how the fuck is that not official enough? Com eon, the most undercover kid there is Reid. I just laughed myself silly over here.

“Try to look less official.” Oh I love this writing team.

Black woman in charge of a college in Arizona. So much respect here, love it.

Pyromania. New word. I get it, I just never encountered it before.

Comparing people to chess pieces. Nice.

Aww Morgan is walking through the unsub’s paces again. I love it so much. He’s so expressive and relatable. I’m in love, honestly. I don’t care he’s well above 40 now.

OK Elle just described Reid as a potential arsonist, hahaha so not funny…. You can’t say for sure arsonists are psychos.

Aww Gideon is my hero for evacuating everyone. I love him so much.

They just set a professor on fire. What? Why would they do that? (my dad is in the profession, kind of personal here)

Run, Shemar, run!

Yay, time for FBI-style paparazzi

What? He knows how the guy did it? Why the hell would he come up to her like that?

Get off from fire? Ugh.

Yay, time for exploring the green screen that’s supposed to be the scene!!!! Like I said, I love this part.

Ok, lighting a lighter shouldn’t be hot, but when Shemar does it, it is, and it’s not fair.

Lighting fire, bed wetting and cruelty to animals is a triad of a profile of an arsonist? Ugh.

Haha Gideon showing his FBI ID to the campus patrol. Funny. Also, it creeps me out whenever they describe the guy’s situation and they’re not expecting it.

Wait, they expect Reid to talk in front of people? Wow. It’s not a good idea, honey.

What the hell are those chemists huffing? They’re all weird as hell.

Lol. Reid is nodding about everything the nerd is saying.

Karon? The devil is doing this for Karon? What the fuck is Karon?

“You know how in Star Trek when Captain Kirk asks McCoy to do something impossible and McCoy is all like, I’m a doctor not a miracle-worker?” “What are you telling me? Not to expect a miracle?” “No, I’m saying I’m not a doctor.”

Ok, please stop flirting and fuck already so I can stop being frustrated, I’m talking to you – Penelope and Derek! Stop it!

“How about we just change the first question to have you been recently dating a homicidal pyromaniac?” ha, I don’t think that’s the best course of action, babe.

“You sound like Reid.” Like that’s a bad thing?

Three Body Problem. Again with that. Hmmm.

HA! “You broke up with her. No necklace.” “Yeah, wanted to date someone else.” “What’s her  name?” “Bryan.” “Oh.”

Whoops. So it’s a God thing now? Just cuz the guy’s ex told him that homosexuality is wrong? Wow. That was fast. But good thinking, there, Jason.

“If I figure it out, does that earn me a night of passionate lovemaking?” “Most definitely, sweetness. With Reid.” What the fuck did the poor guy do to him? LOL I’m dying here.

Oh, so now they got their Hebrew right? Weird. Guess they got hell for it last time. Hahaha haron, wrath, most commonly referred to as the wrath of God in the Bible.

Morgan giving Reid a football and he’s like ‘I don’t want this’. God, I want to die with his cuteness.

Ooh. Reid going all beautiful mind on the case. Love it.

Three!!!! Important numerology!!!! Yay!!!!

Scrupulosity. Wow, I’m learning a whole new slew of crap from this show. Lovely.

Wow, this chick’s apartment is all kinds of crazy crap. ‘OCD? I’m thinking more like OMG.’ Hahaha love it

“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” What the fuck kind of superstition is that?

And Morgan’s voice just went full on gangster, that was hot.

Wow. That girl is straight up cuckoo.

Please someone stop her. Trapping three friends in an elevator and going to burn them is seriously messed up and it’s not going to end well. Someone do something.

Bam. Gideon and Hotchner save the day motherfuckers!

Ooh! Elle figured out the stutter. Nice. Oh come on, seriously? She thinks Gideon didn’t really know why the guy stuttered? Wait, she was right? Hold up. This doesn’t make sense at all.

Hey! Don’t cock that gun at Gideon! Oh, he’s toying with him. That’s seriously messed up. Oh damn. Fudge. That’s some messed up reverse-psychology right there.

Faulkner: “Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or your predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.”

And we’re back to Reid playing chess with Gideon. Let’s see how this unfolds. Lol, and he still loses. Let’s hope he gets better cuz this is just getting embarrassing, man.

Overall, love it, but the fires are a bit much for me, personally. Let’s hope the next episode is better.