#flashback sequence!

[omniblades-and-stars]

Shitty bars on the Citadel were so counter to Lou’s experience with shitty bars in her hometown, it made her a little dizzy. In her hometown they were just dirty with sticky floors, bad liquor selection, poor lighting, and they definitely didn’t have any dancers squirming and writhing on table tops.

They also weren’t usually such blatant fronts for mob bosses to conduct their business.

Lou may have been a fish out of water when it came to navigating the ins and outs of the Citadel, but she wasn’t a fucking idiot. As she sat at the bar nursing a glass of some asari liquor, she took in the onslaught of sounds, sights and smells. Past all of the bright lights, pretty girls, and pretty decent booze, Chora’s Den had a very obvious undercurrent of crime.

And she stuck out like a sore thumb.

People watched her as she watched them. There was a man sitting at a table with a group of people who kept looking at her in a way that made her shiver in a distinctly unpleasant way. And there was a huge bulking krogan sitting in a dark corner who seemed to be watching everyone, but their eyes met coincidentally enough times that she knew he was keeping an eye on her too.

Lou was not safe here, and she knew it. But she was also kind of a stubborn fool and she just wanted to enjoy one drink, damn it. She’d finish her drink and be on her way, hop in a rapid transit cab to somewhere the fuck else, maybe the ward clear on the opposite side of the Citadel. That would be far enough to put some distance between her and those eyes she could just feel boring a hole in the back of her head.

That plan was all well and good except for the fact that the man concluded his business faster than she finished her drink. Her heart rate soared as the dark haired man sidled up next to her at the bar, and leaned against the counter. He was so close to her, he was already almost touching her with his body. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and her own blood turned to ice.

“Haven’t seen you around here before. You new to the Citadel?” he asked her too close to her ear.

Lou didn’t answer, she was frozen, staring at the remains of the pretty purple liquid in her glass. Maybe if she sat very, very still and didn’t say anything, he’d just leave. He’d walk away and she could get up and dart through the door like the scared animal she felt like. She clenched her fists together in her lap.

She flinched when he brushed her curly hair behind her ear, and she batted his hand away. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, dipshit,” she growled and immediately regretted it.

So much for staying very quiet and very still until he left.

The man grabbed her wrist, “Don’t speak to me like that, girl. Do you know who I-”

Her other fist came cracking across his mouth before he had a chance to finish his sentence and he lurched backwards, bringing her off of her stool after him. Lou slammed her foot into his knee, and jammed her left hand against his neck, activating her omni-tool’s overload charge right against his skin. The man spasmed and dropped to the ground with a whimper.

Lou’s shoulders hunched and she was breathing heavily. She looked up to see all eyes on her, and several people standing at the ready to take her down for hurting … whoever it was that she just hurt. But they all seemed frozen in place, unwilling to move in towards her or draw their guns. That was confusing.

Her confusion left entirely when an enormous, three-fingered hand wrapped over her shoulder and the bulking mass of the krogan who had been people watching moved up next to her. “Good job, kid. Let’s get him out of here and collect on that bounty,” he said as though he knew her.

The krogan, who had deep green head plates and a pale yellow hide, mottled by age and various deep scars, bent down and hoisted the unconscious body of the man as though he weighed absolutely nothing. He made poignant eye contact with every person who so much as twitched towards their guns, and even the other krogan goons didn’t seem too keen on messing with this literal mountain of a krogan.

Lou followed him out because she was a bit of a fool, but she was not stupid. The dinosaur toting a grown man over his shoulder like a bag of feed, and carrying a shotgun in his free hand like it was just a pistol spelled safety. At least insofar as she would be able to get out of Chora’s Den. If this alien turned out to be trouble for her too, she’d just run away as fast as she could and slip into some alley or vent or something that he couldn’t fit into.

“Thank you for that. Was pretty sure I was about to bite it pretty hard just now. I’m Lou, by the way.” she said quietly as they walked out of the Den and headed away.

“You got quad, kid. Name’s Sedrax. Now come on, we have to get this jackass over to the docks. He pissed himself and I don’t want to smell it any longer than necessary.”

Lou tilted her head and her brows knit together in confusion, “You don’t gotta do that, Sedrax.”

“You helped me take him down, you get some of the take.”

[wolfienation]

"when did agatha realize he's wanda's son?"

in that moment. in that very last moment. excellent face acting by kathryn hahn because you see the second the pieces click into place. what pieces are those?

he's powerful enough to break a spell cast by the scarlet witch. he knew exactly where to find her in westview, which he would know because billy was right there when wanda cast the spell. in this episode he is able to say the name nicholas scratch further confirming rio's statement "that boy isn't yours". and, in that last scene, he very much sounds like a naive hero, which was how agatha viewed wanda for the majority of wandavision. he says he doesn't want to be that kind of witch, he doesn't want to hurt people, he doesn't want to kill anyone to further his own agenda.

and in that last moment, her behavior shifts because he's no longer just this kid she has been looking out for. he's wanda's son.

[aphel1on]

AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos

[queenoftheimps]

Louis, to Armand: You're not to touch [Daniel]. Do you understand? You harm him in any way, I will kill you, understand? Louis: I'm leaving now. Louis, several months later: Sorry Daniel looking back I realize the error of leaving you alone with a pissed off vampire Daniel, orange-eyed: honestly this is still better than '73 by a long shot

[snek-eyes]

I keep thinking about what slotting the Job sequence in between the Flood and the Crucifixion does for Crowley’s arc, and his relationship to both Aziraphale and heaven.

@amuseoffyre did a great analysis of the importance to Aziraphale's arc here that sparked this thought, but it sent me down a rabbithole because A+C are both having very different experiences here.

Compare how Crowley bounces up to Aziraphale at the flood vs how standoffish he is when the angel shows up to the Job situation. Aziraphale is the one who's all friendly, "Oh it's you!" while Crowley... is pretty businesslike, at least until he gets the chance to start rubbing the reality of the situation in the angel's face. 

The flood pissed Crowley off. Job is the first time we start to see the more bitter Crowley we'll get to know. In the Garden he was bemused about overreactions and almost having fun poking this angel with questions about God's plans. Beginning of the flood sequence he was pretty playful. This whole earth thing hasn't been so bad so far, and oh here's that weird angel again, that's fun. 

But then he gets hit with God turning on their creation without warning, again. And the flood was at least in God's name ("That's more the type of thing you'd expect my lot to do," he said. Wasn't heaven supposed to be the good guys?). But now with Job? God turns their back and just... doesn't stop hell. Heaven's hands stay clean while hell dirties their evil little claws. Oh, so this is how things are, Crowley realizes. This is the part he's meant to play. Fine. 

And seeing how he acts here... I can't help but feel like he'd mostly given up on Aziraphale after the flood. After Crowley went, "Wtf, this is clearly an atrocity," and Aziraphale stuck to "You can't judge the Almighty!" ...well. Giving away the flaming sword was probably a fluke. Just another tool of heaven, that one. Disappointing, but what should he have expected? 

So all through their Job interaction he plays up his demonicness, trying to force Aziraphale to toe the party line and prove Crowley's new view on things right, once and for all. But there is a crack there, because not-so deep down Crowley would love for Aziraphale to surprise him again.

(After all... he is lonely. Try some wine with me, or have an ox rib, angel.)

(Fascinated by the difference in Crowley's gleeful "That's just how it started for me, see you in hell" vs. "I'm not taking you to hell, Angel. I don't think you'd like it." And only admitting to the loneliness once he isn't totally alone anymore; I think the original lie was more to himself than anything. He's angry, he's bitter, these righteous angels shouldn't think they're any better than him, not when they can doubt too. But when it comes down to it? No, I don't actually want to drag you all the way there. Something about guns and miraculous escapes, and his comment about Wee Morag, it's different when it's someone you know, isn't it. Hm. Anyways.) 

By the end of the Job situation they have a moment where they confirm they are more similar than they thought. But it's not a happy thing. It won't be until Rome when they start enjoying each other's company just for the sake of it. So at the crucifixion Crowley comes up to Aziraphale still prodding at him. You happy about this, Angel? You smirking over how righteous it is? But now instead of, "You can't judge the Almighty," we get "I'm not consulted on policy decisions." Implying he disagrees without really saying it. And that's enough for now, Crowley will take it. 

From the flood -> Job -> crucifixion -> Rome, we see Crowley get angry, then more and more resigned and bitter. Until Aziraphale reaches out and pulls him out of it.

[hyolks]

look at what you did to him.

[duekko]

📸 via estudiofinland IG post ( link ) Käärijä E-Studiolla!!! Hittiä pukkaa 🔥🔥🔥

back in the studio it seems !

[sskk-manifesto]

People weren't kidding btw they did unapologetically use all of this season budget on the old men yaoi

[classy-thief]

🌻 I think it's been enough time so I'm posting my contribution to the 2AL collab comic!!

tysm @intotheelliwoods for hosting this! I had a lot of fun! <3

[frogatz]

hi . my september (heed the warnings)

[dlldior]

anyway dadbastian nation i return bearing even more gifts

[omniblades-and-stars]

“Lou-Bug, you decent?” Daddy asked gently as he knocked on the thin wooden panel of her childhood bedroom door three times.

Lou groaned and wiped her eyes. She was sprawled on her stomach across the entire surface of the twin bed that creaked and moaned just about as much as she did as she shifted to look over at the alarm clock.

2:14 P.M., it taunted.

Lou groaned again and tried to sit up, finding that she had an empty beer bottle still clutched in her left hand, and that her bed was damp and smelled like beer. At least it was beer, and she hadn't quite fallen so far as to be literally pissing drunk. She was still wearing the same pair of sweatpants and tee-shirt that she'd been wearing for the last two days. And as she turned to sit up, she caught a whiff of herself. A charming mixture of old beer and sweat that rankled her nose and made her stomach turn a flip.

She was disgusting, and she was disgusted with herself.

“Yeah, I'm dressed,” she croaked out and closed her eyes, shielding herself from the shards of jittering light caused by her current state of hungover consciousness. The posters of boy bands and swimsuit models on her wall all stared down on her in judgment, mocking her with their beautiful, clean skin, and perfectly styled hair.

Her dad slowly opened the door, holding a small cup of water in his hand, and a bottle of aspirin in the other. He quietly sat down next to her, passing the cool glass to her waiting hands and then set about opening the bottle. He waited until she took some of the medicine and drank the rest of the water before fixing eyes that looked terribly similar to hers on her, with a concerned bent to his thick brows.

“Louie, heard you cryin’ last night,” he said quietly. He rested his hands, slightly wrinkled and weathered by the sun and his carpentry, on his knees.

She looked down at her feet and tried to fight the trembling in her lips, but she lost the battle and tears began to fall. “I'm stuck, daddy. Every time I look at that offer to go back to Ariake … I just,” her voice faltered and she gave over to quiet sobs. As Joseph Miller wrapped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her in tight to his side, she whispered, “I can't go back. I'm too scared to go back.”

“Bug, you know I'd love it if you stayed here forever, but it ain't good for you,” Joe said kindly. “Baby girl, you don't have to go back to Ariake. You don't even have to go back to bein’ in a lab. Honey, there's a whole galaxy just waitin’ for you to go and show it your smile.”

Lou smiled and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. “You're such a sap,” she rocked her shoulder into his chest. “If I leave Earth, I won't get to see you as much.”

“Bug,” he started sounding very serious all of a sudden, “Don't you ever put your life on hold for your old man, you hear me? I ain't goin’ nowhere. I'll be here whenever you get a chance to come visit. Don't stay in this shit town just cause I can't leave it.”

“I wouldn't even know what to do if I left.”

“I bet there's technology out there that would blow your mind, baby girl. It's just waiting for you to get your hands on it and make it better.” He suddenly wrapped her neck in the crook of his arm and rubbed his knuckle against the crown of her head, “Or you can take all that money you got and just go enjoy your life dingbat, have an adventure. Hate seeing you like this.”

Lou couldn't help but erupt into fits of laughter as she pushed Joe back and made a passable attempt and smoothing her greasy hair back down. “Fine, fine. I see your point. I'll think about it.”

“Good. Now, please, for the love of God and all things holy, please take a shower. You smell real fuckin’ bad, Bug. Like a dead possum. You might need to burn these clothes-”

“Alright, alright. I get it, old man. I'll shower soon as I slam a sandwich.”

Daddy patted her knee a couple of times before standing and crossing to the door, “That's my girl. See ya in the workshop later? Could use your help.”

“If the headache goes away, I'll be there.”

Joe Miller knocked on the wood paneling of her door three times again as he gently closed the door. His knocking was followed by a fit of gasping coughing. Lou grimaced as she heard him knocking on the door to his bedroom three times as he entered.

It was a knocking day again.

[jojo-schmo]

[The Forgotten Land Roleswap: Chapter Two 37-39]

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[suckishima]

oH SHIT!!!

okay it doesn’t look as epic as I was hoping and i’m sad you can’t see tsukkis own little smile but I don’t care right now because it’s HERE!! it’s gonna be in the movie ohhh my god

[txttletale]

they need to invent a helpline for game developrs and whenever they're thinking about interrupting their extremely fun and smooth gameplay for a poorly conceptucalised segment from another characters perspective where you walk about very slowly with bad controls they can call it and a hand can come out of the phone and slap them like in a looney tune

[luuxxart]

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