#grey the nine lives

[takineko-arts]

You're the offspring of a cloned, immortal, ethereal being.

I'm 9 dwarves piloting a mechanical exoskeleton.

We are not the same.

[loptrcoptr]

The blue eye samurai fandom, for some reason

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

sometimes I feel like we're now in some sort of "dark age" of television, with nothing but endless cancellations and a decline in long seasons (22-25 episodes and 5-7+ seasons), in addition to covid, the strikes and studio execs being even more greedy than before

[angsttronaut]

one of the weird things about life expectancies in warrior cats stretching out as the series goes on is that lionblaze is 8 years old with adult grandchildren and showing no signs of age or even retiring, while yellowfang was depicted as old af when she died at the age of 8.

[chicleeblair]

Uncomfortably Numb [30/?]||FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Lexie Grey/Mark Sloan

Meredith isn't the only Grey to make it home alive after the plane crash. How does Lexie's survival affect everyone else's recovery? With Mark gone and returning to the O.R. as a surgeon an unlikelihood in her uncertain future, can Lexie really say she's survived?

AO3||FFN

Derek put an arm over her shoulders. “Thank you.”

Meredith wanted to pull away and run, and maybe never stop running. Lexie had probably felt like that the other night at Thatcher’s. She’d wanted to go over there even after Lexie left to tell Dani what she thought of those stupid purses. To ask Thatcher if he was capable of considering two people at once. If he was in some sort of Stockholm situation and needed help. If he planned to alienate Molly next, in which case, he should reconsider. Derek had talked her out of it. Today, she didn’t feel like a person who could have.

[triguuuun]

98 really does not prepare you for The Horrors in Maximum im ngl legato forcing all those people to literally crush themselves to death in a car was one of The Most Fucked Up Things I’ve ever read

[navree]

it's cloudy and 55 degrees in seattle, i feel alive again

[pearlofshenzhou]

@pseudomonacarriea​ asked:

When she would come back from her duties, a lavish display of food and wine decorates the table. For him, she deserved only the best that he could come to acquire, no matter the price. Even if... that left his wallet a little more shallow than Hua would have liked it to be.

Dressed in a formal Longzhou garb, Zhongli extends his hand toward the surprised Hua.

"You're wearing the dress I asked you to don."

He couldn't be happier. Pieces of his plan were coming together smoothly. Gloved fingers gently take hers into his own, guiding her towards an open spot in the room that he cleared.

"Wait here a moment."

Soft footsteps move to the record player in the back. A gift from Kaeya with something about playing it to enjoy the music of Astra. Or was it -- ah, right. It came from Childe after he went on a shopping spree with Aedre and got an extra. He figured the brunette could use it. The sound of a soft record scratch as he put the needle down against the vinyl, and a soft tune began to play. Orchestrated to play softly, Zhongli makes his way back to where Fu Hua was standing.

"May I have this dance, and this evening with you?"

For this was one the many of gifts he had to give her.

Happy Birthday, Hua.

Happy Birthday, Fu Hua! || Not Accepting

In all honesty, she was quite startled that he had remembered to keep his Nightium on hand rather than to have the Lins foot the bill for him. Perhaps he was now better in remembering that the Guild was already hard enough on times that they could no longer manage such a thing? Regardless, there’s a faint smile tracing her lips as the appetizing aroma of the myriad of traditional Longzhou dishes wafts through the air. Crystal shrimp, savory gān guō with generous helpings of meat and fish, xiao long bao, and phoenix buns--Zhongli had truly outdone himself this time.

Today was the day that she had graduated from avian form to one that was much more human, even if there were remnants of her time as a phoenix evident in her features at times, namely when utilizing her Luminatics. The feathers normally adopted a color more akin to her general hair color, a dark azure that contrasted the expensive, cream-colored silk adorned with blue and gold qipao that she had been gifted a long while ago.

“You went through the trouble of having something so elaborate made for me, how could I not?”

There is no accusation in the Fiendling’s voice, merely matter-of-fact--This dress was quite important to her, enough that she seldom wore it unless requested or a particularly formal event had come about that required her presence. As if by second nature, she accepts his hand, fingers delicately resting atop his until they are forced to part for a time once she is personally escorted into a more open space. 

As the unmistakable sound of a pipa being gently plucked at before the singer’s voice gradually joins, Zhongli extending his hand out to her after making that request leaves her surprised for a moment.

“...!”

There is but a small pause, before she once again accepts his hand with a soft shake of her head in disbelief, but a gentle, soft smile brimming with emotion.

“ ....Dāngrán, xiǎo huàidàn.“

Xièxiè ni, Zhongli.

[ovxdius]

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[sonicprim3d]

" You ever just be chillin' and then you suddenly remember your first girlfriend? Yeah, that just happened to me... Wonder if she's doing good now. "

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.

Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.

“Mate, you must be shakin’ with excitement to marry the pretty face.” Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadn’t complained once about wearing a tie.

Simon’s mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadn’t seen you since last night, tradition, that’s what they called it.

He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.

“Anyone ever thought big bad ol’ Ghost gets married?” Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didn’t know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friend’s motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.

“I always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.” Price nodded and patted Simon’s chest, telling him he was done with the tie.

“Liar.” Gaz laughed and shook his head. “If you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, that’s me. Ol’ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.”

Simon wasn’t even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say ‘yes’ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.

“I’m getting married.” He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“You’re getting married, son.” Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.

A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.

“Yes? Everything alright, darling?” Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.

“I’m scared, Simon. I… I know this will sound crazy and you probably think I’m mad. But… I wanna run away.” You say, followed by a shaky breath. “But at the same time I don’t wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?”

Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.

“How about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.” He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.

Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.

“Let’s run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.”

Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.

“Are you sure… do you… I mean…?” You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.

“Darling… For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.” Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. “I’ll be out in two minutes, don’t let me wait.”

(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)

[sleep-0-deprived]

Dom bottom Older coworker Yandere imagines ~ ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა

A/N I’m going into over drive on these Yandere thought of mine ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Just imagining you moving into a house somewhere in the suburbs, you have a neighbor he’s in his mid forties you’re pushing twenty seven. He’d slowly peek through his blinds just to see you moving boxes inside your house watching your body flex under those shirts of yours, his eyes following you nearly drooling seeing you walking to the mail box in grey sweats showing him the outline of your cock— oh god thats what you were packing?

Just imagining the Yandere neighbor working a nine to five in some office living by himself all alone, setting up cameras on your patio and whenever he introduces himself getting you to let him in long enough for him to set cameras up around your house while you make tea for the two of you. The older male watching you on his desk top in his office watching one of his hidden cameras peaking over his shoulders making sure his boss isn’t around to see how he’s ogling your groin just imaging your cock stuffed deep inside him.

Just imagining your Yandere neighbor being ashamed of his actions right after he orgasms to videos of you, but that all gets washed away whenever he sees you your face. His obsession unhealthy all he can do in his office is daydream what it would taste like to have your cum spurting down his throat? What faces would you make when he is deep throating you? Do you tense up or do you tremble— oh his mind runs wild full of dirty fantasy’s a man of his age shouldn’t be having for a man who’s just pushing thirty.

Just imaging your Yandere neighbor being fucked by many men in his past a few one night stands here maybe a cheap motel fuck there but when he finally gets you on top of him. His whole word crumbling how could a man of his age never been fucked so good before in his whole life? His orgasm hitting him like heaven cumming hands free with his hands in the sheets just going “doin so good, boy— so damn good for me” while your cock bullies his prostate.

Just imagining when the Yandere finally gets you to himself— there’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it he knows he’ll get you! Sending you nudes from his office bathroom spreading his cheeks showing a pretty blue butt plug inside him sending you a little lewd message attached while you’re busy doing your own think knowing he’ll leave you a flustered mess just cause that’s the kinda boy you are. Packing and like a horny rabbit when you’re jackhammering into him but a total lover boy outside of sex.

Just imagining having your Yandere neighbor on his knees right between your thighs during one of his “visits” sucking you off not letting you thrust your hips or grab his head as he goes at a painfully slow bob “be a good boy and I’ll let u fuck me after?~” he’d coo to you with his mouth half stuffed with your tip while you sit on the couch whining with a flushed face looking like the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, he’d build a shrine to worship your body every day if he could—

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley/female reader This is the last part before the epilogue

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise honey, remember?” You nod, but your eyes stay glued to the windshield, tracking the raindrops sliding on and off the glass. “Hey,” he reaches for your hand, pulling it into his grasp, “it’s okay. You’re safe.”

“I’m with you.” You repeat the mantra, the one you repeat in the shower, in bed, in the living room. I’m safe. I’m with you. 

He wants to look away from the road so badly long enough to see your eyes, really see them. It’s how he knows where you are, if you’re there, or here, or somewhere else. Just in case, he reminds you. “The kids are with Gaz and Cami. Soap is sleeping in the guest room. They’re all together, and they’re safe.” You nod again, but answer as a robot.

“They’re safe.” He can’t do it. He pulls the car over and you turn in alarm, watching as he steps around to the passenger side door and pulls it wide, dropping to his knee.

“Look at me-“

“You’re getting wet!” You sputter, grabbing at his jacket, but he stills you.

“Look at me, mama.” Your eyes are full of tears, and he cups your cheek. “Where are you?” Your lip wobbles.

“That room.” He pries your fingers open and places your palm over his chest.

“What’s that?”

“Your heart.”

“Your heart, sweet girl. It’s yours. Count them for me.” You shake your head, clenching your eyes shut, and he squeezes your knee. “Deep breath. Count them.”

“O-one, two, thr-we, four…” he does it with you, quietly, supporting, but not coaching. Not leading. You have to do it, you have to bring yourself back. “F-ive… five, six, seven, eight, nine…” each beat steadies your voice until you’re sitting a little straighter, breathing a little deeper.

“There she is. There’s my girl.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “that’s it.”

“Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” you reach twenty five, and then give him a nod. He is thoroughly soaked now, but who cares. It’s not even close to what matters.

“Where are you?” He presses a slow kiss to your forehead.

“I’m here, with you.” You meet his gaze, clear and focused, and he nods.

“Okay.”

“You could have told me.”

“Not as fun, mama, I wanted it to be a surprise.” You’re standing in the middle of the room, looking around, smiling. It’s the same room he brought you to years ago. The room where he put the ring on your finger, the room you told him you’d spend the rest of your life, his life, together. The curtains are the same, the decor, even the bedspread.

“Si,” your voice wavers, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

You're surprisingly not nervous at all, though he's not that shocked. You have a few tattoos, medium sized, black and grey like his. No sleeves or anything that extensive, but you picked up a small collection during your travels. 

"Wait... are you serious?" You squeak, eyeing the chair and then the guy sitting beside it, Mark, the same guy that's done almost all of Simon's work. Simon's still not sure how he convinced him to come out here and do this, but he suspects the sentimental piece of this occasion had a lot to do with it. "What... what is it?" Simon glances at him, and then nods, holding his breath as he pulls the stencil out of the binder to lay it flat in front of you. 

It's a ring. Black and grey to match your other tattoos, but the same shape, band, everything, as the one you lost. Except- 

The stone frames three constellations. Orion, Phoenix and... "Lyra." You whisper, tracing the line work. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. "Orpheus and Eurydice." 

"Everyone says it's a tragedy, y'know? That he failed. But those people have never felt the way I feel about you." His throat is unbearably tight, and he swallows to keep it together. "They don't know how I'd go to hell to bring you home, they don't know how desperate I'd be to look back and and make sure you're still there with me," he breathes deep through his nose, chasing away the tidal wave rising in his chest. Mark, thankfully, has decided to pretend to be busy with something else. "They don't know how I'd let myself be ripped apart just to see you again. To spend eternity with you." 

"Simon..." 

"You don't have to do it," he rushes out, squeezing your hand, "just say so, and we'll leave. I won't be mad." You reach for him, tugging him close by his wrist and standing up on your tiptoes, trying to bury your face in his neck, seeking you safe space. 

"I love you. I love... I love you." He brushes your tears away. "I want it. Yes, of course. I want it." 

"You sure?" You cast one last look at the drawing, and nod. 

"Eternity with you." He smiles. 

"Eternity." 

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

While there are valid reasons for short seasons, like budgets, actor avalibility etc, I miss the long seasons. I miss all the filler episodes, character driven storylines that are less rushed, and actors and crew having stable jobs that lasts years. I will never forgive the execs and studios for reducing the episode count for mostly greedy reasons and longer episodes being "too expensive"

*also please specify reasons regarding the last option

*for those who are tagged, you don't have to answer this poll, I just need this poll to spread so that everyone on tumblr gets a chance to vote on this. Feel free to tag other mutuals for this poll

[gojoidyll]

old dog, old tricks

chapter one | older

capitano wasn't getting any younger, and his coworkers were easily passing him by in terms of finding their own significant others. maybe it was time to get into the dating scene. however, as a crime lord... well, that it may be harder than it sounds.

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Capitano let his eyes roam and scan over the documents – once, twice, three times – before setting them back onto the table. He was invited to yet another wedding. A wedding for one of the harbingers no less.

There were eleven mafia bosses that belonged to the Harbinger Family. Him, being the first and the one who sent him a wedding invitation, Childe, being the weakest and the least of the eleven. And he was already getting married?

Truthfully, Capitano could still remember when Childe first joined the family and how he rose up to become one of the leaders. Has it really been that long to where he was actually getting married? Capitano huffed at the thought as he leaned back into his cushioned chair. His whopping age of forty-nine years old ringing loud in his ears. He was going to be fifty this year. Damn.

To his subordinates and the other Harbingers, he was probably going to be seen as an old man once his birthday hits. Now, despite being as old as he is, he didn’t have a single grey hair on his head, his body was still fit, and he didn’t move around like some man who was ready to retire. In fact, many people who still want to fight say that it’s like he is still in his prime. However,… witnessing almost each of the Harbingers getting married was starting to weigh down on him. With Childe getting married in the next few months that would lead Capitano as the only one un-wedded.

Maybe he was getting a bit tired of it… and not tired in an old man way. Tired of being alone.

Now, he has dated women and gained some experience under his belt. He even had plenty of one-night stands to think back on. But that was the tiring part because the women were fun, but they were all the same. Each of them having ulterior motives. Those ulterior motives usually being (a) wanting his money, (b) wanting his dick and the bragging rights that came with being fucked by him, and (c) to just straight up try to assassinate him.

So yes, women were always fun. They brought a thrill within his line of work anytime he got bored. But, now? He didn’t just want a woman. He wanted a lady. Someone mature, someone who could fall in love in with him (however, hard that may be), someone who didn’t see him just for his money, and …, well, someone who didn’t get paid to kill him would be nice too.

Yet, with what he does for a living, finding a lady like that would prove to be difficult. It made him wonder how his fellow harbingers found the time and the energy.

“Lord Capitano?”

He heard his second in command call for him behind the heavy door, voice muffled as he knocked.

“What is it?”

The door opened as his second in command bowed to him, “will you be attending the wedding?”

Capitano glanced at the invitation again. The gold-colored words that glinted in the light of the room mocked him. He didn’t want to, but… Childe would throw a fit. A tantrum that the harbingers didn’t need to deal with right now.

“Yes, for now, at least.”

His second in command bowed before walking up to his desk and taking the invitation, “I will inform them for you.”

Capitano dismissed him as he got comfortable in his chair again. His thoughts once again circulating on his own problem.

Childe’s wedding isn’t until a few months from now… the least I could muster is actually bringing a date this time.

However, even that may prove difficult. He was getting older. The “dating” scene wasn’t for him anymore. That, and any of his future partners may be a bit… too expecting of him. He wasn’t as young anymore. Flitting about without a care in the world wasn’t something he could afford. What he needed was a woman to date that wasn’t dependent on him, could take care of herself, and wasn’t high maintenance. In other words, his past flings and one-night stands were … out of the question.

Shaking his head at his own thoughts he got up from his desk. He needed to get out of this office, and the moment he left anyone and everyone walking down the hall stood at attention. Their backs straight, eyes set forward and their lungs holding the breath that threatened to slip out.

And with each step he took, the soles of his shoes thudding against the floor, he could tell how their hearts thundered loud in their chests in unison with his steps. He could sense their fear ebbing into their nerves, everything.

This place was suffocating.

“Shall I pull the car around?”

“No need.”

Capitano’s was quick as his voice cut through the air as he exited the main HQ of the Harbingers. His feet soon meeting the concrete sidewalk instead of the smooth marble flooring of the expensive building. Though, the stale city air did little to improve his mood as he set out for no clear destination in mind.

There weren’t many places to go to simply relax, especially for a city like this one. Though, he did know of one place. A place with a scarce amount of people with the exception of small families and dog owners.

A park.

When he was younger, he would find himself frequenting a random park bench shielded by a few trees. It was the one place that his men and his enemies never thought to look. The only place he could think or bleed out in silence.

Though, after the short walk to the park, he found his bench occupied. A mother and her child were already there, chatting happily as both enjoyed their separate ice-creams they held close. No matter. The bench next to it was free anyway, and taking it was what he exactly did.

The kid was the first to look over. Eyes shining curiously at him much to his dismay.

“Hey, momma, that man’s suit looks super expensive!”

The kid did little to quiet his voice to a whisper as he turned back to his mother with a smile. And that was when you finally looked over at Capitano. Eyes scanning him quickly.

“It does, doesn’t it,” you said with a smile.

“Can I get a suit like that?!”

“Maybe when you’re older. You won’t be able to wear it if you get it now.”

The kid huffed, “then it can be a smaller version!”

“And what would you need a suit for?”

“To look super cool!”

You both laughed as Capitano tried his best to ignore you both, but your laughter was nice on the ears. It helped him relax, to just sit back and let any and all stress that was building up to fade away.

“Hey, mister!”

Capitano glanced over at the boy fully expecting him to ask about his suit.

“What’s up with the mask?”

You quickly shushed your child with a silent reprimand before looking towards Capitano again, “I’m sorry sir, he’s… he’s just a curious kid.”

“It’s alright… the mask is for,” Capitano debated on whether to tell the truth, but decided not to, “for fun.”

“For fun?”

Capitano nodded as the kid asked another question, and then another, and another. Before too long Capitano had found himself in a deep conversation with the kid as you would always jump in when needed, but didn’t stop the exchange nonetheless, well, until your phone went off.

“Alright time to-“

“Awww, already?!”

You reached for him and ruffled his hair, “you still need to do your homework and I need to get home to get ready for my night shift.”

He huffed but got up from the bench anyway, “can you still give me a piggyback ride?”

You nodded as you got up from the bench and knelt to the ground to which your kid had happily clambered up and onto your back. And then steadying yourself, you stood up and looked to Capitano while also adjusting your purse on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry if we bothered you today, but thank you for talking to us… may I get your name?”

He regarded you for a second before answering, “it was no trouble at all. The conversation was… relaxing and got my mind off of work. And- just call me Capitano.”

He saw the flash of recognition in your eyes, but you did well to hide your surprise as you nodded, “r- right, it was nice meeting you, Capitano.”

The shake in your voice was all he needed to hear to know that you knew who he was. Which was a good thing. If you knew who was “bad” then it would be easier for you to protect your child. Though, not immediately being able to recognize him from appearance alone was your first mistake.

And before you left, he stopped you, “and your name?”

You gave him your name. If it was a fake one or not, he didn’t comment on it, but simply let you be on your way. Your boy laughing and making small jokes as he was completely unaware of the tense exchange.

“Y/n, huh?”

[chicleeblair]

Uncomfortably Numb [5/55]||FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Lexie Grey/Mark Sloan

Meredith isn't the only Grey to make it home alive after the plane crash. How does Lexie's return affect everyone else's recovery? With Mark gone and returning to the O.R. as a surgeon an unlikelihood, can Lexie really say she's survived? AO3||FFN

I'll be posting an unrelated one-shot next Friday, so this is a great time to catch up!