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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 1 year ago

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 06x14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

“It’s going to either move its eyes or whole head.” 🎶in the butt🎶

“It’s going to microwave his brain from all the way across the room or something” “The fuck” “THE FUCK” “That guy had some high blood pressure. That was some serious blood splatter” “like I got fucked in the nostril” “Stop lying” “I’m fine” “Soulless dick bag era” “Play montage music. Stare at computer screen” “This aint gonna go well” So I fell asleep watching this episode with my hands on the keyboard so we are starting again tonight

“Way to fkn trip dude. Right when it matters” “I mean if you’re going to get stabbed with a pipe, you gotta see the blood coming out of the pipe. A missed opportunity” “then again, we’re all just mannequin parts anyway” “That was funny” “I don’t know what we’re looking at” “Don’t write that down.” “Prop shop. I suppose this is an easy set for them” “Something about humming and molesting dummies something something” “Is the next one a sex doll? That would be funny” “Because it’s an object. Wait.” “There he goes acting with his eyes again” Paused to read the web page

“They misspelled Prices” “The US Federal Reserve went bankrupt That’s funny” “Also I’m assuming they’re researching people in the town. If that’s the case, here it says the weather is rainy and going to storm. Lets make sure that happens” “Paused to read the Missing Girl article on TV” “Her routine route” “She was on her routine route on her way home when she saw the rotorooter rooting around in the rummage store” “You can file this stuff under stuff that could be written under ChatGPT instead of an intern” “They bothered to actually write this out. That’s actually impressive. All that effort for 5 seconds” “Duck face” “Maybe don’t ignore that shit, Dean” “He’s trying to dodge the kid, seriously?” “You could do a whole genre of niche fan fiction that they paint this Rose person in. You read all the onscreen shit and make a story about her” “Oh, I’m sure she did” “She was wearing red. Imagine that” “That was quite the jaw slap. Watch him move his whole head. He quit then Spouse wiggles like Sam did” “You’re nowhere near a factory. You’re in the middle of suburbia” “This guy seems familiar” “There was a sign I couldn’t read” “Fkn finger the shit out of that doorbell” “I thought they were still together?” “the guy is Yo Mama” “Nerd” “Get pegged” “In a barn” “On a rusty nail” “Bro. I gotta hide these drugs” “Oh shit I think the condom exploded. Fuck man” I have no idea

“He’s going to be like yeah sure, but I guess Sam did interview this guy” “How does that not hurt? That’s the best superpower a ghost could have. Be the best doctor in the world and never feel that” “Surgeon not doctor I guess” “That’s just fkn cruel man” “Thats locker room talk bro” “Oh yeah you all deserve to die” “I mean they have it coming” “Had to dump her. Couldn’t make it look like suicide or whatever” “It’s on me bro” “I’m not saying you deserve to die but…” “Just let him die” Laughed

“The fkn nod. That entire scene was a whole conversation with himself” “and it made sense” “Isn’t that basically the same speech he gave Sam a long time ago?” Look at spouse picking up parallels

“The guitar is back” “Get murdered bitch” “Now I’m confused” “What the fuck did I just see?” “Isn’t the thing that was doing the murdering…? I don’t understand” “I should totally make this my voicemail “this is my other other other cell you know what to do” “she is a very small person” “She’s holding the cursed object?” “Her underwear, obviously” “Kidney / underwear. Same difference” “What are you going to do? Burn her at the stake or what” “She’s fkn gone. Pay attention” “Just outrun it? YOu’re not going to dodge the side or anything?” “Man they don’t build them like they used to. Not a fkn scratch” “Oh that was easy” “Don’t have to worry about getting the kidney out if you just kill her.” “Soulless Sam - he would have just killed the girl” “Just pour some beer on it . It’ll be fine” “Need a new headliner bro.” “Engine liner thing. I think it’s called a headliner” “The hood liner.” “Just keep kissing ass. It’s only your brother so it’s weird” “Keep our heads down. Keep swinging our dicks” “I think Sam nods too much to allow me to trust him. Like he’s trying to convince you he’s a good person”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural rewatch #supernatural s6

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blondrichclosetwitch · 2 years ago

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I never tried to change you

As if I could and if I were to

What's the part that I'd miss most?

When you're smiling and astride me

And the horny man-child Momma's boy to boot

Johnny is a man

But his overheads are high

And he looks straight through when you ask him how the kids are

We spoke today to a jury

You could see the doubt in their eyes

Our words are trained to delivery

There was nothing left to change their minds

Remember when you were my accomplice

Now we forget why we started this

I just want to stay in my home

We jump in and out of the time machine as if owned it, as if we'd know better

With a picture for your friends

Can you tell me where this road ends?

Everybody knows but me

You just go to take photographs

But yes, I think you go for a laugh

Innocence

It’s kinda like a code yeah

there's always someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows

And who trips you up and laughs when you fall who'll trip you up and laugh

“Meet you at the cemetery gates.”

I'll be good and keep my mouth shut

I feel like I'm sleeping and I can't wake up

Didn't used to be so needy

Just more broken than normal

We got a love like a violent mind

We get our love from white white lines

We kiss our love with lips like pain

I need to taste your pain for accomplishment

How do I know where you are tonight?

See, I can only take it out on you

Take this power right off her

The more I know

The tighter your grip around me

If there's ever anyone else, I'll understand

And kill him

And I'll overflow your every inlet

You'll welcome me in

And I tell you with my tongue between your toes, so easily broken

If there's ever anyone else

You hide these things so well there's no finding

(During jism, the mattress fell.)

In that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me(I forgot to screenshot I guess)

Take your silver spoon, dig your grave

Heartless challenge

“She’s a Dragon.” (My back lit up at this, Stella I’m guessing reminding me our last name means dragon)

You walked away, leaving me alone behind you and I am left with nothing at all

Born and bred unlucky and cursed, did not smile even for a moment after she loved

And friends, Sussi has but one life but she will sacrifice it a hundred thousand times for Punal

Tell me who forced you

What happened that made you turn and go far away from me?

If you won’t come just tell me why you are cross with me

Why did you stop coming to me and gave such sorrow

I wrote so many letters that I fatigued myself, I wrote so many invitations

I have become a road myself lying in wait of you on the roads where you walk

I'm too much for these hoes

Man, I know I can't tell you about the world homie but I know I can tell you about your girl homie

Her pussy's crazy

Told me Mary was a go so we passed her 'round and 'round

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down

My mother said to me that I would get in trouble

That's when your car pulls up

Heartless to say

I'll die here as your phantom lover

Stake a claim

With my bark

This forest is in me

I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill

Come through and fuck him in my automobile

Can you feel the rings of Saturn on your finger

Can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts

You do such damage, how do you manage? Trying to crawl in back for more

#nusch #679 hours 11min

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harveybwabbit92 · 3 years ago

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Subway boss Ingo x Chief Conductor reader. PT 2

[this update took waaay longer then it should have!]

[Time warden AU]

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Later when the Gear Station had closed for the night, the Twins were again sat in the employee lounge back at the board except the word Ghost train was scratched out and anything paranormal related was thrown aside and instead replace with aliens? dimensional travelers? and theories about the train, like why was it a train? was it carrying passengers? what was it's purpose?

"Alright, alright...Alright."

"You been saying that for five minutes now."

"Well how do you expect me to react to...Whatever the hell that was?!"

"Yeah, That was girl kind of cute..."

Emmet said with this dazed out expression Ingo looked at his brother annoyed. "Focus, this isn't time for checking out strange girls!" he huffed his younger brother sat up straighter with a coy smile on his face, while he watched his brother pace around the room whilst tiredly mumbling to himself, Emmet had a feeling he was gonna have to start spiking Ingo's Mocha decafe with Drowzee time chocolate* again...

Before someone suddenly started frantically knocking on the Employee lounge door, Emmet answered and random security guard was standing there breathing hard looking like he ran a marathon. "She's...the-the Ghost lady...here, the unfinished tunnel!" he wheezed before collapsing to his knees.

The twins looked at each other and scrambled out of the lounge the it wasn't hard to find them, the yelling and the familiar glowing Bullet train was hard to miss. "I will ask you one more time, did someone find a train pass laying around here?" A woman in brown coat hissed while holding one of the guards up by the front of his shirt.

"Chief please calm down, I'm sure they can help if we're nice!" They heard a familiar voice press, they recognized the maintenance girl from earlier trying to pry the woman away from the terrified guard. "I have no time to be nice, you know what's stake if we don't find my pass!" the other woman's shoulders slumped before noticing the Trevithick brothers approaching them gawking in disbelief, Maintenance girl tapped "Chief" on the shoulder and the two looked at them intensely.

That feeling of unease returned as Ingo and Emmet tried not to shy away from the two women's gazes, at first glance these girls seemed like normal humans, one wouldn't even tell them apart from the regular passengers that traffic through the station, but there was something else there, something the twins couldn't quite place, the Chief was the one who broke silence first. "These are the ones you told me about?" she huffed dropping the guard as she turned to face the subway bosses fully, she gave them a once over before spying her train pass clipped to Ingo's belt.

Ingo took notice and closed his jacket while giving her a stern look, the message was clear 'if you want this back, you best start talking.' The chief let out this frustrated growl before her and Maintenance girl straightening themselves up and saluted the Trevithick twins, the chief introduced themselves. "I am Y/n L/n chief conductor of the Interdimensional railroad, overseer of the AO time track and owner of the Time-Liner, This my Chief Engineer her name is-*Hisss* "The train hydraulics went off as Y/n was introducing her partner.

The twins looked at the two odd women perplexed. "Wait, You two look alike and Your names sound almost the same, doesn't it get confusing?" Emmet pointed out as Maintenance girl shook her head. "Not at all, Everyone just calls y/n The Chief and me Engie." she chirped as Emmet nodded while Ingo crossed arms clearly flummoxed with that introduction.

"Really, you're focused on their names? Not the fact that they've somehowsnuck an entire train into this tunnel without us noticing?"

"Well you saw what happened earlier with the lobby?"

"That... It was an illusion, they probably have some sort of psychic Pokémon that pulled that off."

"I don't know, that sand too real to me."

Engie and the Chief looked at each other then the Trevithick like they just asked them what their favorite vegetable was. "Po...ké...mon, what's a Pokémon? " Chief and Engie asked at the same time Ingo and Emmet's eyes went wide as dinner plates as soon as those word left their mouths, they waited a few moments expecting the girls to start cracking up and say it was all joke, But they didn't they genuinely didn't know what a Pokémon was! Ingo's brain stalled and restarted at least four times as he tried to say something, but the words just weren't forming properly! Cos this was genuinely something he never thought he would have to explain... to anyone!

Emmet just calmly took out a Pokéball and called out Eelektross, in seconds Engie had jumped nearly out of her boots and was cowering behind a tense Chief who on instinct went for her pass, but only grabbed air, Eelektross tilted his head in confusion as he eyed the two women warily probably sensing the same uncanny valley feeling it's trainer felt from them, Emmet carefully stepped between Eelektross and the women. "Whoa, everyone just take it easy!" He said keeping his hands up and looked at Chief and Engie as he patted Eelektross on the head.

"This is Eelektross he's a Pokémon, they're creatures that live in this world with us." He stated as Engie cautiously came out from behind Chief who was still on guard as as she watched her friend get closer to the eel-like creature Emmet noticing Engie looked like she wanted to touch Eelektross gently took her hand and brought it over to his head, she flinched back when the Pokémon let out a hiss as her hand got closer. "It's alright buddy, she's friendly." Emmet assured as Eelektross churred as he leaned into her reluctant touch letting her pet him.

"See? completely safe." Emmet said as Engie pet the eel, until the Chief spoke up again. "So about my train pass..." Again Ingo wasn't going to give it up as this whole interaction just made gave him more questions then answers.

"Not until you explain who you are." Ingo huffed this time holding the train pass in his hand waving it in her face. "Have you notice anything strange lately?" Y/n asked throwing the elder Trevithick twin off, his brows furrowed as answered. "Aside from you?" the brown clad woman ignored that jab, as her eyes were focused on something. "No, I meant have you noticed any of your co-workers acting odd?" She pressed Ingo wondered why shy needed to know?

While they talked Ingo failed to see Herb one of the cleaners was walking towards them...well, not walking, Shambling. Would be the right word, Emmet had seen him though, and noticed something was verrry wrong here, Herb's uniform was covered in blood! But, that’s not all that got the younger twin's attention, Emmet could hear what sounded like broken glass crunching beneath his feet with every step the guy took towards them.

Emmet squinted as he tried to get a closer look at Herb's face. *Are those... cracks?!* Emmet didn't have time to think about it the cracks o the man's body started glowing brighter...and brighter. "Ingo get down!" Ingo grunted as Emmet tackled him to the ground, there was a shattering noise as the twins looked up and saw these shards fly out of Herb and form into a this strange humanoid creature, Herb collapsed to the floor unconscious as the the monster chuckled as it examined it's new form gleefully.

"Finally, I have a complete form, now I can complete my mission!" it laughed the Trevithick could only gawk in disbelief as the thing grabbed Herb presumably to kill him, but before the monster could strike there were two loud pops, the monster screamed in pain as glowing hot rivets were shot into it's arm, Emmet and Ingo looked up towards the Ghost train and saw Engie standing on the train roof aiming a giant gun at the thing, which snarled at her enraged.

"You damn time wardens, How about I give you taste of your own medicine?" he hissed as the Rivets in his arm were suddenly absorbed the rivets and shot them back at a Engie! She cussed and ducked out of the way, while Ingo and Emmet were still frozen in fear when suddenly a pair of legs came into view as the chief crouched down waving her pass in Ingo's face. "I'll be taking this back now." she hummed before standing up and calmly walking straight into the monsters path. "You want some too, huh?" the monster sneered getting ready to fire at, Y/n just threw her jacket at it's face it hissed and struggled to tear the jacket off as Engie went joined the Chief, she took out an identical train pass as hers.

The two nodded as Emmet and Ingo watched these micro train tracks appear out of nowhere and wrap around the girl's waists, [Track ready] a mechanical voice announced "Henshin!" the girls yelled swiping their passes over the buckle, a mechanical repeated them and announced their forms [Armor heavy Maintenance} for Engie and [Armor Master Industrial form.] for Y/n in flash Engie and the chief were in these armored forms.

Y/n had an ax lazily resting on her shoulder while Engie still had her gun only now it looked more powerful then earlier. "Now let's even this score!" Engie and Chief fist bumped and rushed the monster who finally ripped the Chief's jacket only to get a armored fist to the face causing it to stubble backwards a few feet.

Engie used that opening to fire a few concussive rounds at it, Again the monster absorbed the shot and fired the back at her, but The chief stepped in front of her and took the hit.

Her armor was much thicker and heavier then Engie's so she barely flinch, she just took the rounds to her chest and swung her ax at monster sending backwards again, cracks began to appear on it's body as it hissed in pain and anger and the two women continued attacking it, until they got distracted by Herb waking up, the old man got one look at the blood on his hands and uniform started weeping. "Oh no, oh no.. Arceus, what have I done?" he sobbed in horror.

Engie and the Chief hesitated and the creature took that moment to noticed a fire extinguisher mounted onto a nearby wall, it fired one of it's shards at it causing the extinguisher to burst blowing dust everywhere obscuring the everyone's vision. "I won't let you stop me!" the monster hissed before turning into a ball of floating shards and flew straight towards Herb! Ingo and Emmet flinched expecting the worst only for a black portal to appear in Herb's chest and the shards disappeared inside the portal before closing.

Herb kinda went catatonic he dropped to his knees as Engie's suit deactivated and she and Y/n went over to the old man she reached into her belt and pulled out a blank ticket. and held it against his forehead a date appeared on the ticket March 10 20xx.. "What this date to you?" Engie asked showing him the ticket, the only thing Herb was able to utter was single name. "Amy..." the engineer looked confused and pressed for more info, but Herb was too out of it to answer.

Meanwhile Ingo and Emmet had snapped out of their stupor and rushed over to the two women completely awestruck by what they just witnessed. "Holy crap! what was that thing?! what's a time warden?! how do you do the thing???" Emmet asked excitedly as he copied their Henshin motion, as The chief held her hand up to stop him and was going to tell them to leave, but Engie pulled the armored woman aside and they had whispered conversation.

The twins couldn't really hear what was being said but they did hear Engie say. "They're just gonna forget anyways..." before the women separated and turn to face the Trevithick brothers. "As you might have noticed me Engie aren't exactly normal..." The twins stared at the chief blankly but let her speak.

"To cut a long story short, we're Time wardens; beings born between of time and space tasked with protecting the laws of time from monsters called Dours, they're beings born outside of time and space, they're the opposite of the wardens, their intentions are mystery but one things for sure, they love to cause chaos and destruction, and do so by forming contracts with humans who have dark desires." The chief gestured to Herb who Engie had set down on bench as the old man had passed out, she held up the ticket with the Shard Dour's picture on it "These tickets allow us to travel back in time to before the Dour can cause anymore trouble." The chief finished her explanation, just as subway tunnel started to shake!

"What is this, an Earthquake?" Emmet asked in shock as he and his brother tried to keep themselves steady, Engie got a grim look on her face. "Oh no, It's starting." She ran out of the tunnel Ingo and Emmet following her, they ran out of the Gear station just in time to see a few of the shops and buildings in front of the station to disappear!.

"It's headed towards the amusement park!" Ingo said horrified as he watched random land marks vanish, just then the T-Liner emerged from a portal and stop in front of them. "Get on!" The chief barked at them through the speaker, Engie and the Twins got on the train and soon the T-liner departed from the Gear station and made Combee line for March 10 20xx.

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#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #kamen rider au #time warden au #Submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet #subway boss emmet x reader #time traveler Reader #time warden reader #engineer reader #engie and chief are both the reader #fem reader

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ohnoitstbskyen · 3 years ago

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"The 2022 High Noon skins"

(remember: shorts are opinionated hot takes delivered quickly, not vehicles for nuance)

SCRIPT(s)

Part 1: A new crop of High Noon skins just dropped, and beyond being yet another reminder how desperately the old High Noon skins need visual updates, what do they have to offer?

Well it's all structured as a big train heist, with a group of champions trying to rob Mordekaiser's infernal Sulfur Rail train, which ferries his victims and the riches he steals and swindles out of people through the gates of hell.

So far we have Mordekaiser, Varus, Talon, Katarina and Leona for revealed skins, with Leona's voice lines revealing that Twitch, Sion, Viktor, Tahm Kench and Samira will be getting a second round of skins as well.

Underneath the train heist, there's an old prophecy about five legendary "Harbingers" - who as far as I can tell are Leona, Varus, Tahm Kench, Katarina and Viktor - who will strike down Mordekaiser and in so doing will possibly, although not for certain, end the world. So the stakes are high on the train heist, and you know what, if you're gonna have a demon infested heaven-and-hell old west, dripping in southern gothic, western myths and delicious edgelord nonsense, a train heist that heralds the End of Days is exactly the kind of tone you should strike with it.

But what about the skins themselves? Well, subscribe for part two.

Part 2:

Watch part one if you haven't, this part two of our look at the new High Noon skins:

Starting off, we have Varus as a dead angel who was nearly content to let Mordekaiser's Sulfur Rail take him to hell, but who is spurred by... something to take up his bow again and join the train heist. As a skin, he's got sort of a Lone Ranger thing going on visually with the mask, but I just don't feel like there's that much THERE beyond "cowboy with a bow," and I feel like the angels are badly underexplored in the High Noon universe.

In the splash we see him battling Talon who... well, Talon's model being Talon's model he doesn't look great in game, but he did get a KILLER short story setting up his narrative called The Stranger On The Road which you should read (or subscribe to my main channel where I will be doing a read-through of it). He's a Devil who has been infected with Angel blood and as a result has grown a conscience that pains him terribly. It's classic half-angel, half-devil edgelord nonsense, which High Noon has maybe a bit too much of already, and again I feel like the design really doesn't do anything interesting with the cowboy aesthetic, he's more or less dressed like Varus, and, like, people did dress more than one way in the old west, y'know, Riot.

Subscribe for part 3, where we’ll tackle Katarina and Mordekaiser.

Part 3:

Part 3 of the High Noon skins, watch 1 and 2 if you haven't:

And here's Katarina, with her daggers which are also guns. Or at least they have gun chambers on them, which... okay, I mean, High Noon has sillier concepts.

She's out for revenge - her people were swindled, Mordekaiser took the spoils, and she means to collect the bounty on his head to even the score. In this regard she's similar to Leona, although it's not clear what if any dynamic the two of them are going to have with each other in the story.

Her design is pretty good - her incredible hairstyle is the showstopper here, which is probably why the rest of the outfit is relatively underplayed in brown and black, and I do like the look of that choker on her.

Which leaves us with Mordekaiser, the Mechanical Devil, the villain of our piece. He runs the train which ferries damned souls and stolen goods to Hell, and while his visual effects are amazing I don't know about the design if I'm honest. He's supposed to be the demon spirit of a ghost train and I'm really missing the presence of steam funnels, pistons, gears, wheels, y'know, all the mechanical stuff that should define him. It all seems to have been loaded on to his mace, which leaves the man himself looking to me far too much like his medieval suit of armor base form, I dunno, I'm a little let down by it.

Anyway, subscribe for part 4, where we finally get to Leona.

Part 4:

Watch parts 1 through 3 if you haven't, but we left the best for last with High Noon Leona, the legendary of the bunch.

And a fair criticism of the skin is that outside of the big shield, it is hard to recognize Leona here. That's part of the general problem of League of Legends women especially having indistinct faces, which this short isn't about, and isn't really this specific skin's fault.

Looking past that, holee SHIT, I dunno about y'all but I think this one is a banger. A the thing that bugs me about High Noon is the human character designs are pretty conservative about fully exploring Old West fashion and aesthetics - it's cowboy hats and leather chaps all the way down, but Leona brings the full gothic southern belle ensemble to the party: Deadly sharp hoop petticoats, frills, laces, ribbons, embroidery, the whole nine yards, and it so much fun just to look at.

She's a woman scorned, her family was robbed by Mordekaiser, and she's leading the heist on his train to get it all back, for which purpose she has acquired... seemingly demonic powers, which manifest as the brimstone butterflies that follow her particle effects, and one of which also sits in her hair as a decorative ornament, which fucking rules.

Interestingly, though, and I do love this detail, Leona is not wearing dainty high society shoes, but big sturdy, riding boots. There's a practical nature underneath all that fashion, which isn't afraid to get its hands dirty.

#league of legends #riot games #character design #high noon talon #high noon leona #high noon katarina #high noon varus #high noon mordekaiser #mordekaiser #leona league of legends #varus lol #talon league of legends #katarina league of legends #tbshorts #Youtube

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shotforfavor · 2 years ago

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assigning a mychem song to each tma entity :o)

i dont have anything for dark and buried. umm. also i dont know how to put a cut in a post sorry

corruption- demolition lovers. the relationship isnt good for either of them, but hes still willing to die for her ("im trying to let you know just how much you mean to me, after all the things we put each other through") all of his expressions of love for her are violent in nature ("id end my days with you in a hail of bullets" "you're the only one, like a bed of roses theres a dozen reasons in this gun") their love is built on violence, its hurting both of them, yet he still wants to die with her to prove his love and devotion to her

desolation- early sunsets over monroeville. life is perfect, him and his lover are on a mall date, feels like a movie. ("then holding hands and life was perfect") then it all comes crumbling down out of nowhere when a zombie outbreak kinda thing happens and said lover is bit. ("not knowing you'd change from just one bite, i fought them all off just to hold you close") he can't exactly leave the mall he's hiding in, ("trapped in by all these mountains") and now he has to kill the one good thing he has left. then he's just defeated. he has nothing else worth living for. "but does anything matter if you're already dead?"

end- the end. obvz. "when i grow up i want to be nothing at all" most of the song to me is him expressing he wants to die/he knows hes going to, and he takes it very casually, buttttt the very end of the song... "save me, get me the hell out of here, save me, too young to die my dear, you cant take me" hes afraid of death when actually facing it

extinction- scarecrow. this ones about a nuclear bomb and trying to run from your death and look at things positively even though you know everyones going to die. but theres kind of an acceptance at the end- "love wont stop this bomb, run, run, bunny, run" after this point, the only lyrics are saying to run and hide. no more "i'll keep you safe tonight", no more romanticism that makes the destruction sound poetic and almost beautiful. just running and hiding and hoping someone makes it out alive

eye- teenagers. me personally i think this one fits. "because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do" he feels like he's constantly being watched by the adults in his life, and they're just waiting for him to make one wrong move that they can use to justify calling him a bad person. he stands out, his classmates make fun of him and spread rumors about him. in the context of the song, the lyrics are all rebelling against all of this, but on their own, they sound very paranoid about what others think of them

flesh- cancer. i think this one works, the patient expresses a lot of hatred for what his body is becoming due to the disease in verse 2 especially. "turn away, cause im awful just to see" its got the aspects of insecurity and physical change out of ones control characteristic of the flesh.

hunt- vampires will never hurt you. this one isnt really a fear of being prey, but rather his fear of becoming the hunter. "can you stake my heart?" "i'll never let them hurt you, i promise" he feels that his vampirism is a different side of him completely, one thats out of his control. he'd rather be killed now than lose control and make his loved ones his prey.

lonely- ghost of you. he lost someone important, and he can't stop thinking about it and replaying their memories in his head because he doesn't want to forget them, but dwelling is only making him miss them more. ("if i died, we'd be together now, i can't always just forget her") he just replays her death over and over in his head, constantly reminded that he's now alone. ("i remember now, at the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies" "all the things that you never ever told me, all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me, never coming home, never coming home")

slaughter- mama. i mean its literally about a soldier who did awful things during a war and his mother can't help but hate him for it. "but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along" he acknowledges that he fought his hardest because he thought he'd die at war ("so raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die") and his mother would be even more terrified of him than she already is if she knew the full extent of it. the song even ends with her sobbing

spiral- drowning lessons. after the death of his lover, he is haunted by a manifestation of his guilt that takes her form and makes him relive the day over and over again ("lets say goodbye a hundredth time and then tomorrow, we'll do it again"). he desperately wants it to go away but his own mind wont leave him be ("without a sound, i wish you away" "i adore every inch of sanity, all im asking for"). a lot of things in the song also sound like hes experiencing visions of her death, twisted by his brain- describing her as a "twisted shell" and saying "these hands, stained red from all the times that ive killed you"

stranger- blood. i dont know this one just really fits to me? "well they encourage your complete cooperation, send you roses when they think you need to smile" "so give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough" does this not give the image of like weirdly happy all the time doctors who keep doing procedures on you but you dont know like what exactly they're doing ever. also the very fun chipper tone and its contrast with the disturbing lyrics is very stranger core to me

vast- disenchanted. this one might be a stretch? after all his attempts to make life meaningful, he's left thoroughly disappointed. he realizes at the end of his life that everything has all been meaningless. he thinks life itself is overrated.

web- the jetset life is gonna kill you. this ones about drug addiction but the song portrays that as a woman who's controlling his life. "gaze into her killing jar, id sometimes stare for hours" she has him completely trapped and in the palm of her hand. "alright, she wants it all to come down this time"

very much willing to discuss any of these

#the magnus archives #tma #my chemical romance #mcr #mychem #eyetalk #crossover of the century #i just have to combine my hyperfixations or i die #and i love a bit of song lyric analysis

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sitp-recs · 3 years ago

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The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand / Artwork by @razielim

Harry/Draco (2021, Mature, 225k)

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

“While I am naught but ghost when by your side,

A shadow o’er your radiance concealed,

Your burden to be seen and mine to hide,

I’d give to you my curse to be your shield.

Are we without the other incomplete,

Or bishops, forced to pass but never meet?”

As someone who a) hasn’t felt any interest in canon rewrites since the glorious Hermione’s Hogwarts Crammer and b) hasn’t read anything over 200k in pretty much a year, I spent the better part of last week utterly and completely absorbed in this fic. My initial idea was to only check 1-2 chapters to get a sense of it and go back once I had more time, next thing I knew I was devouring this as if there’s no tomorrow 😂 despite loving the castle I don’t read Hogwarts fics very often, and now I resent myself for almost forgetting how fun and moving it is to see Muggle Harry exploring the wonders and dangers of the Wizarding World for the 1st time.

It was amazing to see this version of him, witty, defiant, creative and excited to learn, guided by these equally fascinating versions of Draco and Hermione. Both characters are full of nuance and personality, each one with strong virtues and ugly flaws (except Luna - she’s flawless of course) and I’m amazed at how organically and realistically the character development and growing camaraderie were executed. Not to mention the fabulous supporting cast - smart and fierce Charlotte! Morally grey Dumbledore and McGonagall! Plus melancholique Snape, sympathetique Pansy, brave Neville, competent Cedric, and the genius Bard with his poignant love sonnet that inspired this rec banner. Each character feels distinct, complex and unique, and I’m gonna miss them now the Fellowship of the Ring (haha) is over.

For starters the plot is brilliant, simple yet not simplistic, engaging, exciting (did I mention there’s multiverse??? I die) and also effective thanks to alternating POVs and the masterful tension building. It takes a little bit for Harry and Draco to meet in this story, but when they do things are so well established you already know a storm is brewing and hell will break loose sooner or later. The pacing balances moments of calmness and urgency but you watch these two characters learn and change each other, all but waiting for that big reveal moment to come. And because we’re talking about stopping Voldemort, stakes are high and go way beyond the Drarry romance - which is soft in a heartbreakingly young way - and includes Draco’s own redemption arc as he rises to confront his fate.

This is getting too long (as always) but 2 things I need to mention are first, the stunning, vibrant and atmospheric art pieces created by Razielim for this fic - holy wow they capture the fic mood and aesthetics perfectly, and I’m so so pleased that I got to visualize my personal fave scenes. The second big shoutout goes to the delicious nostalgia I got out of all those 80s and 90s references, from movies to football to Sirius’ excellent taste in music without even showing up. On a personal note (honestly, what isn’t in this rec), Rumours by Fleetwood Mac is my all-time favorite album and seeing it in this story filled my heart with such warmth and longing, I suddenly felt seen and realized that this might as well have been written for me, which is such a heartwarming feeling ❤️

Reading this fic took me days but it definitely didn’t feel like 220k either. I’m impressed by how smoothly the narrative combined plot development, thrilling action and slow, tender romance. Every decision made sense and felt earned, leading us through an epic retelling with these characters that feel both foreign and familiar to us. I had a blast reading this, fell in love with these characters, and would love to see this fic getting more attention and praise, especially being the author’s second work in the fandom (and their first completed fic!). Now I’ve done my duty screaming about this, I’m off to check the other two :D enjoy!

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#drarry fic rec #canon rewrite #muggle Harry AU #horcrux hunt #the secret keeper #harrydracobang 2021 #fave

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Bet On It | Charlie Gillespie

Requested: I may have already requested this (or I may have dreamed it) - but I would love an imagine with Charlie and the reader having a bet. Charlie loses and has to get the readers name tattooed somewhere and his fans go INSANE. Can be either platonic or romantic, your choice.

A/N: This was too good to pass up. Hope you like it! And special thanks to @calamitykaty for helping me out again on this one! I appreciate your help and love so much! You are the best of the best! Love you! 💖

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tattoos

Song(s) used: Show Me How You Burlesque - Christina Aguilera

Words: 3,880

“Wanna bet on it?” was one of the first things he had ever said to you three years ago when you met him after your dance troupe had performed at the annual showcase.

You and Meghan Gillespie had been friends since you started taking dance classes when both of you were five. However, your friendship never expanded from dance classes. Both of you were totally fine with that.

This also meant neither of you had ever met each other's siblings, but that changed when you were seventeen and Charlie tapped your shoulder when you’d come up to greet your own family after the showcase. He’d complimented you on your dancing, and told you a little flustered that you had stolen the show. You didn’t even need to ask his name to know this was Charlie. He had the same bone structure and the same eyes Meghan did. She had told you about her siblings, mostly about Charlie since he was the closest in age and, according to her, the most annoying out of all her brothers.

The two of you talked the whole night, even long after everyone had gone. Most of it was absolute nonsense, but you loved getting to know him a little more aside from the stories you’d heard from Meghan. You enjoyed his presence and the way he carried himself and told his stories. This boy just seemed like the most excitable and passionate person you had ever met in your life. A lot of similarities to his sister, you noticed.

“Can I see you again soon?” he asked when the two of you wrapped up the night when it neared twelve am.

You had raised your eyebrow at his nervosity more than his question. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Charlie’s head snapped up at your question, his eyes wide and jaw tight. “Wha-What? Nah! I wouldn’t date my sister’s friend! Uhm, more like, uh… Like a platonic date!” he exclaimed a little too excitedly. He even added some finger guns to top it all off.

“All right, a platonic date it is,” you said as a teasing grin made its way to your features. “But you have to promise me one thing…” He nodded his head, encouraging you to go on. “You have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.”

A snicker raked through his body before he mimicked your teasing grin, “Wanna bet on it?”

Even though back then there was nothing at stake, he still lost the bet. You both did, technically. Because after that first ‘platonic’ date followed more dates that grew into non-platonic dates until he finally picked up the courage to kiss you on your doorstep.

Now three years later, you were working together on a second season of Julie and The Phantoms, both of you having been on the first season too. You as a background dancer and him as one of the leads of the show.

To say you were proud of him would be an understatement.

However, no one knew you were dating except for the closest people in your life. Meghan knew from the first ‘platonic’ date that this would be more than just a shallow friendship, and all your other friends and family were just happy you found each other. The cast of Julie and The Phantoms, however, were your biggest shippers. They loved to tease you both to the point where fans were suspicious, but you never made anything official. You kept telling them you were just best friends.

After a full day on a corona proof set, the two of you finally settle on the sofa of your shared apartment with Owen. Said third roommate still had to film a couple of scenes with Booboo, which meant the two of you had the space all to yourself.

Cuddled up on the couch, the two of you scroll through your phone, catching up on anything you’d missed on social media. You’d received a few comments on your latest Instagram story with Savannah and Tori, and even more on the ones with Charlie in them. Most of them told you they wanted you to do a live together soon.

“People are asking for a live,” you stated, showing some of the messages in your inbox.

“Then they shall receive,” Charlie replied and got up from the couch, making his way into the bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why he just left, but you were given answers when he returned with an acoustic in his hand. “They always love a good jam session,” he explained before handing you his phone so you could set up the live on his account since he had a lot more followers than you.

“Let’s see,” you mumbled as you pressed the button, letting the phone rest against a large candle on the coffee table. Names started popping up at the bottom of the screen while the little number in the right-hand corner raked up quickly. “Hey guys!”

“‘Sup!” Charlie shouted excitedly, a wide smile taking over his features while he tuned his guitar. “What do you guys wanna see from us today? Send us some requests for songs I should play or questions you want us to answer.”

A laugh escaped your mouth as you noticed a lot of the questions were about whether or not you were a couple. “No, we’re not together, we’re just best buddies.” You put your head on Charlie’s shoulder, smiling a toothy smile at the camera.

“Do you pull pranks on Owen or others from the cast?” Charlie read aloud as you pulled yourself up again, nodding your head in response. “Yeah, we pull pranks on each other all the time!”

“Yeah! I love to prank this one whenever I find him somewhere napping,” you chuckled, especially when you noticed his expression on the screen. His mouth ajar as his eyes went from left to right. “I swear, this boy can sleep anywhere!”

“Don’t expose me like that!” he cried out, which made you burst out with laughter to the point where you even let out a snort. You couldn’t hold yourself anymore at how offended he was by all of this, you were practically cackling. “Okay, if we’re exposing each other, you’re always dancing. ALWAYS,” he put emphasis on the last ‘always’. His eyes widened at the word as well as his voice growing louder.

You stopped laughing at this, suddenly turning serious. “That’s my job, Char,” you deadpanned. Charlie wasn’t Charlie if he let it go so quickly.

“Yeah, on set and maybe at practice, but you dance everywhere,” he turned to the camera, “Seriously, she dances in the shower, on the toilet, at catering, in bed,...” he stopped himself upon realizing he’d said a tiny bit too much.

“People are asking how you know all that, Charlie. How do you know all of that?” you teased along, knowing he had dug himself a hole and you loved to see him squirm to get him out.

“Because I… Come on, y/n, we’re best friends, we fall asleep in the same bed all the time,” he quickly saved himself in a very nonchalant, very Charlie way. You couldn’t help the smirk tugging at one corner of your lip, thinking ‘Nice save, Gillespie’.

“But that’s still not as bad as sleeping everywhere,” you countered, your face still overtaken by that smirk. “I bet I could get a whole album of pictures of you sleeping anywhere.”

This claim made Charlie’s head snap up, a feeling of dejavu rushing through his mind. This suddenly felt very familiar since both of you had been in a situation like this before, both pulling the short straw.

“Wanna bet on it?” he declared, his eyebrows nearly reaching up to his hairline.

Your tongue glided across your turned up lips as you replied, “What’s at stake?”

“Let’s see what they think. Guys! Help us out with this bet, please! What should be at stake?”

Dozens of replies came in, but your eyes fell on one in particular. “The loser has to get the winner’s name tattooed in a place of the winner’s choice!” you read aloud, pointing at the screen where the comment used to be. “Yes! Okay! So, let’s say we have to each get ten pictures of videos by -- it’s now Tuesday, so Monday?” Charlie nodded his head in agreement. “First one to get ten wins.”

Charlie held his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly did so, sealing the bet.

“Get ready to get tatted for the first time, baby,” Charlie quipped with a smirk.

“Oh, no, Char. I’m gonna leave this a blank canvas,” you responded, gliding your hands over your ribcage and down to your sides for emphasis. “You better get ready to get ‘y/n’ tattooed in big block letters across your chest!” You patted his pecs before adding with a giggle, “No ragrets.”

He let out a chuckle at the meme reference before turning to the phone again. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes talking to the fans on Instagram live, playing them some songs and teasing one another non-stop. The fans were pretty certain you were a thing by now, but you still insisted all this was just a really close friendship.

By the next day, everyone knew about the bet and was willing to help both of you out. Though, most of them told you afterwards they were on your side all the way.

Savannah skipped over to you when you were waiting at the Hollywood Ghost Club set, getting ready for the last rehearsal before you’d start filming the scene tomorrow. You were going over the steps in your head until she spoke up. “Have you caught Charlie yet today?” she asked with a smirk. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head.

“No, haven’t really stopped today, so I haven’t seen him much either.” This made you realize you kind of missed him and were up for a cuddle right about now. “Why? Have you seen him somewhere?”

The mischievous look in her eyes spoke a thousand words. “Gimme your phone, I’ll go take a picture, so you can stay here.” You mull over the option for a second before deciding against it.

“No, that’s not very fair. I’ll just go and look for him after this rehearsal and hope he’ll still be napping.” Savannah shrugged at your response before tucking a strand of hair of yours behind your ears.

“Suit yourself, he’s in the breakroom.” You made a mental note of that. “You’re so soft for him, it’s adorable,” she uttered as a tender smile found its way to her lips. “I’ll let you get to rehearsal and I’ll make sure no one wakes Charlie before you can get to him, okay?”

You shot her a thankful smile, “Yeah, thanks, Sav.” She kissed your cheek before walking away to wherever she needed to go.

Thankfully, Charlie was indeed still asleep by the time you made it to the breakroom. He looked adorable all curled up on the small sofa with his arms wrapped around his own stomach. With an endeared smile, you grabbed your phone from the pocket of your sweater and snapped a picture before making your way over to him and squatting down in front of the couch. Softly, you brushed a strand of hair off his forehead before combing through the luscious mop of brown locks.

He stirred slightly and squeezed his eyes tighter before they fluttered open. When they met yours, a soft, sleepy smile lit up his face. With a beam mirroring his, you said to him, “You look very cuddly up here, mind if I join you?” He scooted over and turned to his side, answering your question without words. You joined him on the small couch and rested your forehead on his chest, shutting your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne.

“You took a picture, didn’t you?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You giggled, which was enough for him to know that you did.

“One point y/n, Charlie zero,” you said and kissed his shirt-covered chest.

“Oh, I’ll get my revenge, Bubba, I promise you!” He poked you in the ribs, making you squirm in his arms. “But let’s nap first until they need us again.”

When Charlie promised something, he stuck to it. So, during lunch that same day, you stood in line with Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Tori and some of the other dancers, chatting a bit while music played from the speakers in the spacious area where everyone was either already eating or queueing to get food.

“You really never know if you--” you cut yourself off once your ears picked up on the song that was playing in the background. “Oh my God! I know the choreo to this one. Tori, you do too, right?!”

You put the plate you were holding on top of Savannah’s while Tori and some of the other dancers gave theirs to the other girls. Tori and Sam, one of the dancers you were closest with, got up on the table. Chuckling, you watched as a few others followed their example, and you quickly give in too.

“Hit it up, get it up, won’t let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque”

You’ve loved this movie since it came out ten years ago. Your mother showed you some videos of you dancing in front of the tv, trying to imitate the dancers. It was pretty hilarious to see a ten-year-old do this dance.

Right now though, you were ready to show off in front of everyone with some of the greatest dancers on this crew. Moments like these were proof that you were born to be a dancer.

“A little bit of naughty, it's a little bit nice She’s a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex, spice Shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut Give a little what, what Up on the tables we’ll be dancing all night”

Little did you know that Charlie had walked in with Owen, Jeremy and Booboo just as you’d started to dance. He was quick enough to grab his phone from his pocket and film it. Even though he loved the fact that it was now a tie, he couldn’t help but smile proudly at the girl he’d fallen in love with three years ago.

This was his favorite side of yours. You were in your element on the dance floor -- or table in this case. He just loved how confident you were and how free you seemed. While you’d be kind of shy when around new people, nobody would notice that when you’re dancing. He found it incredibly sexy to see you up there.

You groaned as Charlie held his hand out to help you down the table when you’d finished the impromptu performance. With a smirk, he said, “1-1, Bubba,” and pressed a kiss to your flustered cheek.

“I hate you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t withhold the smile tugging at your lips. He looked so chuffed with his victory, even if it was a small one. You wanted to grant him this one win.

The one win quickly turned into eight more, for the both of you, by Saturday.

Match point.

There was a mutual agreement to pause the bet on Sunday since the two of you had a day off and were going to sleep and dance around the apartment while cleaning up anyway, so that wouldn’t be fair. But on Monday, it was game on.

You were certain you were going to win. All you had to do is find Charlie when you knew he didn’t have to film anything and try to withhold yourself from dancing if it wasn’t a part of the filming or rehearsal progress.

By noon, you had succeeded in one department. The only thing left to do now, was find Charlie. You knew he had an hour off for lunch and that he’d spent twenty minutes of it taking a power nap somewhere on set. The only downside was, that you had no clue where he could possibly be sleeping now.

“Mads! Jer!” you exclaimed when you saw Madison and Jeremy walking up to you with sandwiches in their hands. “Have you guys seen Charlie anywhere?” The two glanced at each other before giving you a look that screamed ‘seriously, y/n?’.

“What’s the best napping spot in the entire studio and isn’t used for anything today?” Jeremy asked as a way of responding to your question.

Your eyes widened as the image of the bed popped into your head. You quickly muttered, “Thank you!” before hurrying your way to the set that holds Julie Molina’s bedroom. And there, smack in the middle of the bed, cuddled up to a pink cushion, lied your boyfriend.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you nervously grabbed your phone and snapped a few pictures to make sure there was at least one that wasn’t blurry. Your hands were shaking way too much from the excitement, but you couldn’t just let this one pass. You had to win. If not just to prove a point.

You rapidly scrolled through the photos and when you saw one that was in focus, you shrieked and leapt onto the bed on top of Charlie. He let out a groan at the sudden weight pressing down on his body as he shook awake.

“I won, bitch!” you screamed out, doing a happy dance as you straddled his lap.

He rubbed his eyes like a toddler whilst giggling like one too before placing his hands on your thighs and saying, “I didn’t think you’d find me here.” He started rubbing up and down your jeans-cladded legs, a pout tugging at his bottom lip.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Seriously? This is the most infamous napping spot of the entire studio! I immediately came here when I couldn’t find you in your regular spot in the breakroom.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows at you.

“Someone else told you I was here, didn’t they?”

“Yep, definitely.”

He groaned and then flipped you over, so you were lying next to him, and you let out a shriek before it turned into a giggle. “I already know where you’re gonna put my name too,” you mumbled. You pressed your forehead against his while tracing a heart on his chest, right above his heart.

His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed your forehead. Placing it back, he muttered, “Let me guess, on my left pec, so you’re forever in my heart?” You simply hummed in response, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend. “Why are you so predictable?”

“Shut up, you love me.”

Butterflies welled up in his belly as you said that. He loved the overconfident way you always said those words. They were true. Very true and he loved that you knew that. But that didn’t take away the fun into actually reminding you too.

“That’s true.”

The following day, you took Charlie to the tattoo parlor to get his tattoo. You had told him a thousand times he didn’t have to do it, that knowing you were the winner sufficed, but he just replied with a, “No, I want that tattoo.”

The tattoo artist asked if you had a design in mind, so you handed her the slip of paper on which you had perfectly written your name in cursive and told her where to put it. She simply stated, “You got great handwriting,” before showing you and Charlie to the back.

“Film this for Insta, babe, so the people know I lost,” Charlie had ordered you sweetly as he tugged his shirt over his body, handing it over to you while he sat down.

You grabbed your phone and started filming when the tattoo artist, whose name was CeCe, she’d said, started on his tattoo. Charlie looked up at you, biting his lip, and then reaching out to you. Without asking him what was wrong, you swung his shirt over your shoulder and took his hand with the one you weren’t filming with. He squeezed hard, nearly bone-crushingly hard, but you let him. After all, it was kind of your fault he was there in the first place.

When CeCe had finished and put a protective band-aid on it, Charlie grabbed his shirt from your shoulder, and kissed you on the lips sweetly. You paid for the work and time CeCe had put into this, said your goodbyes, and headed back home.

Pretty much every single one of the cast was waiting at your place, ready to see the finished product. However, Charlie wasn’t allowed to take the covering off yet. It needed to stay there for two to four hours before he could take it off.

And once he did, you were surprised to not only see your name on his chest, but also your favorite flower worked into it beautifully. Confused and surprised, you looked up at Charlie.

“When did you even tell her to do that?” you asked as everyone started to take pictures of the tattoo and of the interaction between the two of you.

“Called in beforehand,” he simply shrugged. Shaking your head, you leaned up and planted a kiss to his lips. Even though it was bat-shit crazy he even went through with tattooing your name on his chest, the fact he added an element of you made it extra special.

That night, Charlie posted the video of him getting his tattoo on his Instagram stories while you made a compilation post of all ten of the sleeping Charlie pictures you had accumulated in the last week, along with a picture of his tattoo.

@Yourinstahandle: Victory is mine! You are absolutely crazy. I can’t believe you went through with this. At least now I’m forever embedded on your heart and I’ll be yours forever. 💖 @Charles_Gillespie

And with that, you immediately went Instagram official too. Following your example, Charlie shared a picture of his brand new tattoo as well.

@Charles_Gillespie: Wanna bet on it? Forever mine 💖 @Yourinstahandle

When he joined you in bed that night, you went to lie down on his chest, only to receive a painful hiss from him, causing you to shoot up again. “GAH! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” you shouted, and looked at him in shock.

“It’s fine,” he muttered and went to pull you back but you refused to.

“No, Char, I’m not gonna hurt you for an entire night,” you grumble and crawl across his legs to lie down on his other side. “This feels weird.” You rested your head against the non-painful side of his chest. “But better than no cuddles.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have won, so I wouldn’t be in pain right now,” he responded, followed by a small chuckle, letting you know he was just joking.

“You are the most ridiculous person I have ever met,” you muttered. Before closing your eyes, you quickly leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Wanna bet on it?”

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years ago

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A Christmas Carol - Made in Colombia

Summary: Javier was focused on getting the Cali Cartel down. A stake out gone wrong ended with him in a drug induced coma and some very weird, but also enlightening visits by his personal three ghosts of Christmas.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Hope Johnson

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff, marriage, pregnancy

Prologue // The Ghost of Christmas Past // The Ghost of Christmas Present // The Ghost of Christmas Future

Epilogue

Javier was standing in the heat of the Texas sun, leaning on the post he had just put into the ground. His father was unloading the last tools to fix the fence.

He felt sweat running down his back as he looked over the little river.

“Will you help me with that or what?” he heard his fathers voice and turned around.

“I thought I was getting a partner,” Chucho said and Javier took the post from.

“Let me get that,” Javier said and carried it.

“You’ve been standing here watching them for an hour,” his Pop said and handed him a beer.

“You gonna go back? Mexico… it’s different…”

“No… No. I’m done. I’ve done enough,” Javier said. Chuco nodded.

“Then come on, let’s fix this before your lady gets here.”

Hope groaned as she opened the door to the farm. Whoever invented AC’s would get a gift basket from her. She had been on the road for almost 6 hours, wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed. And a shower. And food. Maybe not in that order.

The house was quiet, the radio playing quietly. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes. It was home.

She had been here only once before for a weekend when Javier introduced her to his father as the love of his life (she was still getting used to that). That was almost a year ago, yet it felt like it was only yesterday.

She had left Colombia almost three months ago when her father got sick. But now he was better and Javier had quit the DEA. So she packed her couple things, taking Javier’s invitation to move into the farm until they figured out what to do in the future in a heartbeat.

Hope jumped as arms sneaked around her body and she was pulled against someone from behind. She smiled, letting her bags fall to the ground.

“I missed you.” Javier mumbled, his chin on her shoulder as he nuzzled into her neck.

“I missed you too,” she turned in his arms so she could look at him.

“I can’t believe you’re really done. What are you gonna do next?” she asked and Javier groaned.

“That’s what you think about? We haven’t seen each other in three months and you ask what I’m gonna do next?” he pouted and she smiled.

“What about, what are you going to do in the next two minutes?” she teased and Javier grinned, before he closed the small distance between them and kissed her.

No matter how often Javier kissed her, Hope still felt like it was the first time. She crossed her arms behind Javier’s neck and he picked her up to sit her down on the kitchen counter, his lips not parting from hers.

Out of breath she gasped as he sucked on her bottom lip.

“I really missed you,” he hummed against her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered and kissed him again.

“That’s my queue to leave. Good seeing you Hope. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Javier and Hope almost jump apart, watching after a laughing Chucho.

“Are you hungry?” Javier asked when they were alone.

“Famished.”

They were lying in front of the Christmas tree a couple of hours later. Hope was wearing Javier’s shirt and Javier only his boxers.

“I want us to spend all future Christmases together,” Javier whispered. She didn’t want to leave her father alone this year, so they decided to spend Christmas apart.

“I want that too,” she smiled. She still had to tell him.

“But… Maybe we can live somewhere where it actually snows around christmas time?”

“You mean…”

“I don’t know where. I just want seasons. And not hot and hotter.”

“I think we can do that,” Javier smiled.

“We can visit Pops all the time. I just… I really don’t like the heat, Javi,” she said apologetic and Javier grinned.

“It’s not my all time favorite either, even though I grew up here.”

“Okay. So we gotta decide where.”

“But not today,” he said and she agreed.

“I still want to give you my christmas gift though,” he said and kissed her.

“Same,” she said. He turned away from her to reach for something and she did the same.

When Javier turned around and opened the palm of his hand there was only a ring in it. A beautiful ring she had seen in many pictures around this house, worn by his mother.

Hope smiled, sitting herself up so she was facing him as he knelt in front of her.

“I know I said it’s a gift for you, but… It’s a gift for me really. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. Please be my wife,” he said and Hope nodded immediately.

“Yes. Yes of course,” she said and Javier breathed out relieved before he put the ring on her finger, kissing it softly.

“Best gift ever,” he joked, before he kissed her. Hard. His hands were already pushing the shirt she was wearing up, his big hands on her back as she stopped him.

He parted from her lips, looking at her questioningly.

“We had that talk once before. You were a little drunk, but I hope you can still remember what you said when we talked about our future.”

“A small wedding, a cozy house with place enough for a dog and at least two kids, and an apple tree,” he grinned and she chuckled.

“Yeah. Well…” she sucked her bottom lip in, nervous all of the sudden.

“I don’t know if we can make it in that order anymore. 6 months is a tight schedule to get married and moved into a new house. We could go to find a dog though. I won’t mind....” she rambled and Javier frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

Hope smiled shyly as she picked up the piece of paper from the table next to them. She gave it to him and Javier turned it around, seeing a black and white picture. He really couldn’t make out what it was until he concentrated a little more and looked at Hope. And then back to the picture.

“It was taken two days ago. I… I was feeling funny. Exhausted really and I didn’t know what was wrong so my Dad made me go to the doctor before I drove here and it turned out…”

“You’re pregnant?” Javier asked and looked up. She nodded, seemingly waiting for his reaction. Javier was speechless. Growing inside of the woman he loved was a child they made together.

Hope frowned when Javier wasn’t saying anything, growing anxious for his reaction when he laughed in the next moment.

“I’m gonna be a Dad?” he asked in disbelief, a smile on his face. Hope nodded, feeling the tears in her eyes before she found herself in Javier’s arms the next moment, and he kissed every part of her he could reach.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he murmured against her skin and she smiled, reaching with both of her hands for his face to bring his lips to hers.

“I love you more,” she said and he shook his head.

“Not possible,” Javier whispered before he kissed her lips.

#my writing #javier peña #pedro pascal #Javier Peña x ofc #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fic series

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greenhappyseed · 3 years ago

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BnHA Ch.327 - Review, parallels & comparisons

Not gonna lie, this chapter gave us lots of soft Shoto and ass shots. Both, as it turns out, are important.

In the spirit of “Rest,” I don’t really feel like going over the chapter scene by scene. Instead, let’s see how the “rest” theme plays out across our key characters, because some interesting things happen, especially on the heels of last week’s “Who are you really?” This chapter is not just about Izuku retiring “Dark Deku” — after a cleansing bath there are a few characters ready to lay old ideals and identities to rest, and assert new mission statements for who they want to be.

Ochako. We finally have Izuku thinking about Ochako (now only 3892 more times before it’s equal to how often All Might thinks about Inko). But Ochako is already exhausted and fast asleep. She didn’t hang around to see Izuku after the bath, and she didn’t try to be near him at any point; she just conked out. In other words, she didn’t force anything due to a crush. Smart, considering that relationships based on tense experiences never work.

Bakugo didn’t give his ego a rest, insisting to everyone that he’s gonna be #1. Because he is, and will remain, the image of perfect victory. BUT he signals that he’s trying to give the name “Deku” a rest and switch to “Izuku,” as befits childhood best friends. Of course Bakugo says this while he’s in the water with Izuku, with everything literally bare (and Izuku returns the “challenge” without missing a beat ETA: check out @hanashimas great post on why Izuku is only sassy in English). Oh Hori, you cheeky bastard.

Later, Bakugo doesn’t go near Izuku in the common room and he’s not visible when All Might is around because it would be awkward to talk to him, but Bakugo is there when the “strongest in the class” is nurturing and gentle to Izuku. And Bakugo finally got to see that people DO care about Shoto and his family as Shoto speaks plainly about who he really is and who he wants to be.

Shoto is in the shlubbiest outfit I can recall him wearing, and initially seems a touch off brand even if he's still handsome (although he’s not shown engaging in any of the bath shenanigans, which is very on brand for him). The baggy tshirt and shorts are a great visual signal showing how he’s like his peers while he talks openly about how he’s different from his family. These dorms and these people are HIS safe space too. Notice that Shoto had EVERY reason to be furious at Izuku, especially because his father was with Izuku the whole time. Izuku distracted Endeavor from his promises to Shoto about finding Toya together.

But Shoto doesn’t hold on to any anger and moves straight to caring for his tired friend. This is who Shoto really is now. He sees Izuku alone on the couch and goes to talk to him. If Shoto hadn’t done that, would anyone have felt comfortable just hanging out with Izuku rather than slamming him with OFA questions? (Bakugo is on the other couch between Kirishima and Kaminari.) In return, Izuku confides to Shoto about being a jerk to All Might, and how guilty he feels. After not confessing any of his OFA or All Might-related worries to Shoto before, it’s a nice restart to their relationship. And apparently, the moment was powerful enough to conjure All Might to the Heights Alliance window like Slender Man. Shoto also watches (but doesn’t say anything) as All Might speaks with Izuku, while Bakugo doesn’t appear to get off the couch. I’m curious what Shoto thinks about All Might bowing to Izuku and apologizing compared to Endeavor’s efforts to atone.

All Might. Last chapter, All Might was clearly exhausted mentally and physically. He’s been following Izuku around for weeks — even after being ditched he tracked Izuku to Kamino and UA before going back to Kamino for Stain before returning to UA for Izuku. (And there’s no sign Hercules is a self-driving car.) But now All Might is exceptionally All Might-y and is NOT resting. He seems more energetic and determined than ever. He’s even using his “I am here” catchphrase and speaking a bit more formally (“I must depart!”). There’s no real emotion when he apologizes to Izuku and then the class (good on you, Mina, for making him address 1A!!!) His apology to Izuku is also very lacking in specifics; like he still hasn’t told the kid he made the right decision to spend time with friends and rest.

This chapter makes it sound like All Might is legitimately trying to merge his identities and find a way to be as “All Might” as possible without powers. He says in front of the kids that his body limits how much he can contribute AND he has classic “old man” posture when he bows — it looks like he has a hard time bending forward without rounding his back and bending his knees, and he’s slow to stand back up. (See, I said ass shots would be important.) Remember, he also fell down and dropped the bento chasing after Izuku.

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, this arc has gone out of its way to remind us that All Might isn’t as fragile as fanfic would have you believe. Not to linger on an ass shot, but, uh, the man doesn’t look skeletal. Plus, All Might still has razor sharp instincts, and he athletically leapt from a moving car, rolled across a highway and defeated assassins without any coughing/splorting. All Might has backup too — he’s got Hercules, that mystery suitcase, and the anniversary artwork depicted mecha All Might (plus there’s the old steampunk artwork showing him suited up that someone called out the other day but I can’t find the link).

All Might also references Second’s statement that what Izuku needs is people who can match pace with him. People like Iida, who represents the class and, conveniently, is right there with Izuku and All Might. And Izuku’s “together” echoes Shoto’s.

Now we know the “real” All Might is determined to fight — or at least be an “active player on the board.” He’s not going to sit on the sidelines like he did during the war. And I think he’ll do more than deliver bentos (although I suspect he’d be willing to do that too). Once again, kids have pushed him to do better. The question is HOW he’ll pull this off and how physical his fight will be. “Bad Things” will happen if he gets reckless and jumps into a fight without adequate backup or precautions. But All Might's head could be in a good place judging by how he thinks about following and joining and not bearing the burden alone; about crawling prostrate through mud for the kids (plural) and getting filthy like a hero. He’s thinking about what he has to live for, rather than what he would die for.

That said, All Might is joining Endeavor, which is concerning and means death flags are still around for our “old guard” heroes. Let’s see how the All Might/Izuku and Endy/Shoto “together” pairings work out. We know Hawks is ghosting Tokoyami, so there’s no togetherness there.

Jirou and the Culture Festival Band. I can’t imagine we are heading for a parent/child festival arc. But I love the concept of heroes using their quirks for amusement and fun. A nice rest from the fighting and the high stakes.

Who else is resting? Shigaraki.

Who else is NOT resting? Hawks’s mouth. Holy exposition dump. I can’t stop giggling that Hawks, an extreme Endeavor stan, is so dismissive about Stain’s “deranged love letter” to All Might (which is also a gigantic “fuck you” to Endy). The letter really is a thing of poetic beauty (“Now, more than ever, the masses cry out for that unshakeable sense of justice he embodies…The Symbol of Peace must stand at the vanguard and lead us all to a more just society”):

Jokes aside, I loved ending the chapter on this Endy panel, because if anyone needs to learn that villains can become allies, and maybe even redeemed, it’s Endeavor and his zealot, Hawks:

Finally, note that AFO isn’t resting either. AFO wants OFA before Shigaraki awakens and transcends humanity. Interesting -- we thought AFO needed Shigaraki as his tool to take OFA. I wonder if it’s a control thing? To try and ensure Shigaraki doesn’t take the power for himself and act against AFO’s will??? Is it a sign this master and successor pair won't fight together??

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 327 #mha 327 #all might #yagi toshinori #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #afo #bnha meta #mha meta

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falsegoodnight · 3 years ago

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there were so many good fics this month and i’m excited to talk about them! as always, this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 28th of may to the 28th of june.

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✰ oceaning abyss of orange by @hadestyles | T | 1k (this was so poetic and full of emotion – perfection as always <3)

— and Harry wants to scream, this is love.

✰ press into my bones by @hadestyles | E | 2k (this changed me as a person)

Louis wakes up full.

✰ looks like we made it by @princelouisau | M | 2k (a new addition to the danielle-makes-me-cry saga, this time being from happiness overload)

“I know we never talked about it because I wasn’t ready after all that shit, but it’s been kind of hard to miss how ready you are, and I guess your constant baby fever rubbed off on me.”

The grin takes over Harry’s face before he can fully process the words. “You’re ready?”

Louis hums. “Have been for a while, if I’m being honest.”

✰ baby baby, you’re a caramel macchiato by @missandrogyny | T | 3k (so cute; have missed their writing)

So, yeah, Harry doesn't think it's that far of a stretch to call himself a good barista. There are some particularly bad ones, and some particularly good ones, and, with his work ethic, his skill, and his charm, he'd probably be lumped in with the latter group.

✰ rumour has it by anditsonlyforthebrave | NR | 4k (a big fan of this new trope – very hot but also cute)

Harry and Louis are college sweethearts, Harry has a reputation and Louis just wants to be fucked. Too bad sex with Harry is boring.

✰ I’m Asking You Please, Don’t Talk Dirty to Me by @larry-hiatus | E | 10k (the concept hooked me in; the execution was wonderful)

Harry’s best friend Louis is a nice, well-mannered omega, at least when it comes to sex talk. He has always been closed off and quiet... until Harry hears how Louis talks during his heat. Now, it's all Harry can think about before his upcoming rut...

✰ Hint: I want to be yours by @greenblueish | M | 11k (so very cute and lovely; loved this hl a lot)

Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

✰ sometimes a fantasy by @thepolourryexpress | E | 19k (absolutely incredible as with any ni fic; friends to lovers goodness and so fucking funny)

There’s nothing to complain about when Harry’s walking around their flat with his cock swinging about, nothing to complain about when Harry’s pressing himself up against Louis’ naked backside when he’s reaching for a mug in their cupboards, and nothing to complain about when Harry’s got his hand firm on Louis’ arse when they’re cuddling on the couch.

So, in reality, it’s really fucking weird, and Louis knows that.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it.

✰ hungered for your touch by @loubellies | E | 21k (so hot but also so sweet; more friends/roommates to lovers perfection. mar never disappoints!)

It shows up a week later. His phone dings with a text from his roommate, Harry, a photo attached to the message. It’s Harry and a package, the contents displayed clearly on the front of the box. Tears are rolling down Harry’s cheeks to match the excessive emojis he sent with the selfie.

Did someone prank you???

Louis’ face immediately goes as pink as the cage on the box in Harry’s huge hand, his stomach dropping into his ass. Fuck.

✰ Middle Ground by @darlou | E | 24k (a reread and all-time comfort read just like most other fics by this author)

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

✰ now is the winter of our discontent by @vogueharrystan | M | 29k (so unique and so good; loved the plot and the jealous harry and the plot twist!)

Where Harry is leading an army to overthrow the king of Cheshire and Louis is one of the volunteers who joins them along the way.

✰ i’m gonna keep this love, if you let me by @tomlinbuns | E | 26k (an amazing take on a tried and true trope; very cute and sweet)

Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

✰ heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall | NR | 31k (a bit late in reading this one... but it was so lovely and comforting in a way)

Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

✰ In Your Scent I Thrive by @tomlinvelvetfics | E | 33k (super unique take on an abo college au; loved the use of dual pov and all the details as always <3)

Harry’s particular condition has made it impossible for him to enjoy people’s scent, until he meets Louis.

✰ tender is the night by @raspberryoatss | E | 41k (a new favorite!! ghost harry is my absolute favorite and i’m so pleased to add this to my reread rotation in the future <3 so fucking funny and so fucking cute!!)

Louis meets a certain ghost.

✰ Mead of Poetry by @lwtisloved | E | 65k (don’t know anything about bridgerton but this was absolutely lovely!! obsessed with the regency setting and all the angst and miscommunication)

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with.

Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

✰ Flash Back to Me by @mason-conaway | E | 73k (amnesia aus are a guilty pleasure of mine and this one was so good! loved the banter and the dynamic between hl)

Louis loses his memory and Harry just about loses his mind trying to win him back (or something).

✰ And down the long and silent street by whimsicule | M | 86k (a reread – rediscovered this fic as well as how fucking incredible it is. an all-time favorite for sure!!)

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

+ if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#fic recs #my fic recs #28th appreciation #june recs #2021 recs #june 2021 recs #scheduled

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keroseneinhalers · 4 years ago

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my favorite part of warrior cats is the grotesque story of squirrelflight, ashfur, and the extended cast of cats that sound like they came out of an ajj song

this gal named squirrelflight flirts with a guy named ashfur a few times. typical 80s romance song. its quick, its fleeting. squirrelflight gets together with brambleclaw. its all real lovely. brambleclaw gets promoted to leader after squirrelflights dad goes into retirement and makes his deputy the chief. brambleclaw is now bramblestar

(before the promotion and after the marriage, brambleclaw leads the entire 4 clans to a new territory. not relevant. he also stabs his brother in the neck with a tent stake)

and then squirrelflights sister leafpool, who is a medicine cat and sworn into celibacy, has sex with a guy from windclan named crowfeather. this is something all the cats are sworn not to do. double illegal.

crowfeather is a bit of a whore because he was previously in love with another girl who went on a magical journey with him when he was a child. (brambleclaw was there for that too. brambleclaw is eternal and everywhere) the girl crowfeather was in love with got impaled by a falling stalagmite while protecting a tribe of savage feral cats with names very similar to english translations of a few native american names i know. interesting. racist? there was a mountain lion involved

yeah so they have sex and leafpool gets pregnant. but since she did two crimes in one she gives the kids to squirrelflight and pretends they belong to her and brambelstar. theres an uncomfortable birthing scene because the kids decided to emerge from her cat uterus in the middle of a snowstorm. this is very telling of their characters after birth

theres three kids. jayfeather lionblaze and hollyleaf. jayfeather is very angry. lionblaze is angry but in a brave way. hollyleaf loves rules. they are a legendary trio

theres a thing about superpowers, and a prophecy or something. jay is sickly and blind and can see peoples thoughts. lionblaze never loses any fights, ever, and he maims ashfur a little while theyre trianing. hollyleaf doesnt have any powers, but she is absolutely obsessed with the warrior code and gets caught up with a guy named sol who says the world is gonna end. none of this is relevant except the "bootlicker hollyleaf" thing

ashfur is stewing. ashfur has been stewing for years now. long enough that they literally brought all 4 clans across the continent to a new territory kind of stewing. hes lonely. he misses the girl he was madly in love with, and shes married to the coolest guy in town. hes in agony. (over in windclan, crowfeather has a new girlfriend. manwhoring as long as he lives)

theres a big fire. thunderclans entire territory sets on fire. everyone is escaping, except for squirrelflight and her three kids. jayfeather, lionblaze, and hollyleaf, who is contemplating becoming an antivaxxer or something

imagine this: a clearing on the edge of a pit. the pit is where the cats live. everything is on fire around this clearing. there is one log running across the clearing, and squirreflight and her fake kids are going along it to escape. theyre the last out

ashfur appears he stands at the other end of the log. hes pissed. hes crying. he hates squirrelflight. he hates her so much. his rage is all consuming, like the fire that burns around them. he says he wants her in as much pain as possible, and he knows how: taking the only thing she loves in this world. her 3 kids

we all know something ashfur doesnt. the kids arent hers. squirrelflight, though non an omnipresence, is gifted with this knowledge herself.. she sees ashfurs twisted evil mind and tells him, flat out that they arent hers. she doesnt love them. he can kill them, they mean nothing to her. they are, after all, just her sister leafpool's. why would she care for them?

ashfur is stunned. he gives up. he leaves. squirrelflight and her three kids leave. its a bit awkward. imagine the thanksgiving dinner table after a particularly bad argument. thats all this is really

anyways. hollyleaf is broken from this. shes the daughter of a medicine cat and a manwhore from a clan that only eats rabbits. she cant take it. much like ashfur, she snaps

there are these big clan meetings, once every month. everyone goes, except the old people and the dying people and the kids who just want juiceboxes and lunchables. thunderclan is heading out to the Meeting Island. they find a body in the river. surprise! its ashfur

they go on to the gathering despite finding the body of one of their finest, most mentally haunted warriors polluting the stream with the blood seeping out of his slit throat. the three kids are there. squirrelflight is there. leafpool is there. bramblestar is there

this story has very weird heathers energy to me. its there, but it isnt coherant. like a bad remix of 100 gecs, sort of. this part is no exception

hollyleaf runs up to the big tree the clan leaders stand on and monologue. shes not allowed to do this. perhaps the sense that she lost her identity with her illigitimate birth turned into something real, that the warrior code didnt matter anymore. perhaps she was just tired of being kind; she wanted to go apeshit

she confesses. to two things. number one - the muderder of ashfur. how tragic. number two - leafpool. leafpools affar with crowfeather. squirrelflights lies to her for her entire life. theres chaos. thunderclan is like stan twitter after a minecraft youtuber said something racist 8 years ago. the 3 other clans are trying desperately to get in on this drama. the hot tea of the hour if you will

hollyleaf says her share. she runs away. lionblaze and jayfeather chase after her all the way back to the thunderclan territory. she yells at them. she runs into a tunnel and gets crushed by rocks. thats the end. shes dead.

jk jk that was a lie shes alive and shes living in a huge cave system with a ghost cat. remember the native american coded mountain tribe? yeah, they had ancestors. the ancestors lived at the territory the 4 clans moved to after squirelflight flirted with ashfur and before she got together with bramblestar. they used to drown little kids in the tunnels. jayfeather is the entire reason why the ancestors moved to the mountains and became the racist mountain tribe. i wont explain the timeline of this, and i dont think i could if i tried

up above hollyleafs slowburn romance with a transparent cat, theres a new girl with superpowers. prophecy fulfilled yadda yadda. her sister is annoyed that she isnt #quirky and so she joins a fighting cult run by the cats in hell. i cannot stress this enough its literally every cat from the 50 some books before this who went to hell. they have an army of children. theyre training them. the sister kills one of her classmates and becomes equals with the hell cats. my second favorite plotline in the series

the hell cats come to the land of the living. the sister betrays them. theres a big battle, and its supposed to be the end of the series but you know theyre gonna continue it for at least 20 more books. (they did). hollyleaf appears, and i dont think its ever explained how or why. but shes back, and she joins the battle. everyones too busy with the literal hell cats to care much about some kid with a body count of 1 appearing randomly

hollyleaf fights a bit. she gets mauled to death. thats the end. its just over. she dies and she doesnt come back. rip to a queen

i think my biggest question besides why would someone create this ad continue to do so for fifty plus books, is how the fuck brambleclaw stabbed his brother with a tent stake when he literally doesn’t even have hands. what.

#hollyleaf was a queen gone too soon #thank you for telling the plot of all fifty books i can finally know #warrior cats spoilers #maybe?#would anyone who follows me actually have that tagged?#long post

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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hooray for open ask box! how about Martyn, or Etho, or Ren seeing Skizz’s ghost on the altar?

hell yeah i love writing about Skizz, even in death :D

cw blood, dead body

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Less than a day after Skizz’s abrupt death, Martyn returns to the crastle alone, with a sombre mission. His stomach drops when he sees Skizz’s body hanging upside down over the ramparts, exactly where it fell the moment Skizz died. It’s horrifying to see the blood still dripping down the walls of the crastle, the gaping wound in his chest clearly visible.

An arrow shoots into the ground at his feet just in front of the drawbridge, causing him to stop.

“What business do you have here, Red Army scum?” snarls Bdubs’s voice.

Martyn carefully lays his sword and shield on the ground, before standing back up with his hands raised to show he’s no longer armed. “I come in peace and I come alone.”

A pause follows this.

Martyn looks up and finds Bdubs’s face just visible through a slit window. Another face can be seen through the slit window just to the left but this one is less visible, so Martyn can’t identify who it is. He suspects it might be Impulse.

“What do you want?” Bdubs demands, though his voice is less hostile than before.

“All I want is to retrieve Skizzle’s body so we can bury him.”

Another pause.

This time, a different voice comes from the castle: “His body stays here.”

“Scott-,” Martyn begins.

“No, I’m not budging.” Scott’s voice is full of grief and anger. “He killed my husband and my friend. I want his body displayed exactly where it is. You’re lucky Grian and Bdubs talked me out of slicing his head off and displaying it on a stake.”

Nausea rises in Martyn’s throat at the grisly image. “Please,” he says, almost begging. “He died in battle just like Timmy and Cleo; he deserves a proper burial. We… We need to say goodbye to him.”

“Do it here,” Scott snarls, “cuz I’m not budging.”

Bdubs’s face disappears from the slit window, but his voice is still just about audible to Martyn on the ground. “Scott, I think we should give them Skizz’s body.”

“What?!” Scott’s voice snaps back. “Why would you even consider that?! Don’t you care that he murdered your best friend?!”

“Yes, but I’m not thinking of Skizz,” responds Bdubs. “I’m thinking of Cleo. She’s been avenged already, Scott. Jimmy’s been avenged. Do you really think either of them would want us to deny him being laid to rest, despite everything he did? What’s the purpose of that? Skizz is dead, Scott, and seeing his body on display is only going to remind us of our losses every time we look at it. In order to start healing, you gotta let go of your anger.”

Bdubs’s voice cracks and he says something else that Martyn can’t quite hear.

Martyn waits anxiously, wondering what will happen. He’s half expecting Scott to just shoot him there and then, or at the very least destroy Skizz’s body out of bitterness and anger.

But eventually, the door to the crastle opens and Bdubs appears, holding a crossbow at his side. “You can come in and get it,” he says. “Tango will help you take it back to Dogwarts.”

Martyn lets out a quiet sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

As he crosses the drawbridge, Bdubs gives him an odd look. “You’re really okay with walking into the enemy base on your own with no weapons? What if this was a trap and we just killed you right here?”

“I did consider that possibility,” Martyn admits. “But I decided that my mission is more important.”

Bdubs nods slowly. “Okay. Fair enough.”

Martyn follows Bdubs up to the first floor, where Tango is already starting to pull Skizz’s body inside. Now that he’s closer, Martyn can see that Skizz’s eyes are still open, so he kneels beside his body and gently closes them.

“We can use one of the coffins outside to transport him,” says Tango, his voice low and serious. “And you can keep it to bury him in.”

“Thank you,” says Martyn. “After we bury him, you’re welcome to visit his grave whenever you wish.”

“What about me?” Impulse asks quietly, standing on the upper staircase.

Martyn turns and looks him dead in the eye. “Like I said. Tango, you’re welcome to visit anytime.”

Impulse blanches as Tango nods gratefully.

…

It takes the two of them less than ten minutes to carry the coffin to Dogwarts. As they get close to its walls, Etho and Ren dash out to meet them.

Etho takes the burden from Tango, who steps aside to a safe distance, keeping a wary eye on Ren.

“Thank you for returning Skizzle to us,” Ren says, all hints of his former fake accent and overly dramatic tone gone.

“Of course. I hated seeing him left up there like that.”

“I know you can’t give anything away but can I just ask… how’s… how’s Impulse?” Etho asks hesitantly.

Tango briefly makes eye contact with him but has to look away. “I wouldn’t hold out any hope that he can be saved if I were you. He wasn’t just there when Skizz died; he watched him die and did nothing to help or comfort him. There’s no coming back from that.”

“Oh my god…” Ren breathes out, suppressing a shudder. “How did this happen, Tango? What turned him into such a monster?”

“Trust me, Ren…” Tango turns to face Ren, a sombre expression on his face. “...I wish I knew. Anyway, I’m gonna head back now. Give him a good sendoff.”

“We will,” promises Ren. “Thank you.”

Etho and Martyn carry the coffin into Dogwarts and to the site that they have already picked and prepared for the burial. All three of them lower the coffin into the freshly dug grave and then kneel down beside it: Etho to the left, Martyn to the right, and Ren directly in front.

“Today, we celebrate the life of our good friend and loyal ally Skizzleman,” Ren begins. “Right from the start, even before he fought for us in battle, he proved himself a dedicated friend to Renchanting. He provided me with shelter when I was nothing but a lowly travelling merchant. His leather made the book that created the first enchantment table we ever used. And his cobblestone helped build the walls of Dogwarts that still stand to this day. He took care of us, he fought for us, he killed for us, and in the end, he died for us.” He addresses the coffin directly. “Thank you, Skizzle. For everything.”

He clears his throat. “Does- Does anyone else have anything they want to say?”

Etho nods and gently tosses the allium he’s holding onto the coffin. “Nothing special, just… Thank you, Skizz. For always being there for me.”

“I have some things to say,” says Martyn quietly. “I honestly didn’t think much of Skizz at first. I thought he was a nice guy but not someone I could see myself even being friends with. But he became so much more than that. We shared the same drive, the same passion and commitment to our convictions. When the two of us were out there fighting, it was like we’d known each other for years. But most importantly, he would always put his life before others, even mine, and even after he turned red. He was fun to be around and he always made me laugh.” His voice cracks. “I’ll miss you, Skizz.”

Twirling the tulip he brought from outside, he drops it into the grave, on top of Etho’s allium.

Ren wordlessly starts to scoop dirt over the coffin, and Etho and Martyn join him. Finally, once the coffin is properly covered, Ren plants his flower - a poppy salvaged from Skizz’s destroyed home, over the top of it and sits back.

After a moment, he starts to sing softly: “Fill to me the parting glass, and drink a health whate'er befalls. And gently rise and softly call: good night and joy be to you all. But since it fell unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I gently rise and softly call: good night and joy be to you all.” (this song is The Parting Glass, sung by The High Kings)

This breaks the dam. Martyn hurriedly rises to his feet and flees towards the altar, tears falling freely from his eyes. He drops to his hands and knees in the centre of the stone platform, hanging his head and crying openly.

He hasn’t cried like this in a very VERY long time. It’s just so unfair to him that Skizz, one of the kindest people he knows, is gone so soon from the server. There’s so much he wishes he could have said back there. How he blames himself for not stopping Skizz from charging in there, how much he dreams of slaughtering Grian for taking Skizz away from them, how he wishes it was him who died instead. But he couldn’t manage it.

A chill suddenly runs down his spine, causing him to involuntarily look up.

His heart skips a beat.

Standing a few blocks away on the altar is the ghostly image of Skizzleman, back to normal except for a slight magenta tinge to him. He’s smiling kindly down at Martyn, his eyes sparking with a kind of energy that he hasn’t had for a long time.

He holds out his hand to Martyn, who hesitantly reaches for it. Despite not being able to touch it, something helps Martyn to his feet, some kind of invisible energy.

Martyn gazes into Skizz’s face and manages a smile. “Goodbye, Skizz,” he whispers. “Good luck.”

The words “you too” echo in Martyn’s ears, not spoken by anything of this world.

“Martyn,” calls Ren’s voice. “Are you coming?”

Martyn automatically turns to look at Ren. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

When he looks back, he’s alone on the altar.

#3rd life smp #3rdlifesmp #skizzleman #inthelittlewood #rendog #etho #tangotek #vaunna’s requests

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i was talking to @andromedaskyline about how we just know whatever this ending is gonna be will be—well, a punch to the gut at best, but then it got us thinking about what kind of ending we want for dean and listen. listen.

when all is said and done, dean is alive and well, and he drives off into the sunlit horizon, and at the end of that road after however much time he needs to recover—

he starts a halfway house.

a halfway house for hunters, yes, but mostly for kids.

kids like claire and krissy and josephine, and alex and patience. kids that fell out of their normal lives and into hunting, with no feasible way back out. kids like dean.

it’s a place to crash and recuperate, where there’s a roof over their heads and a bed to call their own and a food-stocked pantry (it never runs low. dean never lets it run low.) but also: a waypoint.

dean’s still got sonny’s number, and if there’s one person who can help a kid find a future or a family or a purpose, it’s sonny. (it’s also dean—but he’s not used to advertising himself; it’ll always feel like overselling.) he sits up late at night working through college applications, scholarship applications, to help these kids through the nightmare that is lying convincingly on paperwork. he teaches these kids all the things he had to learn by his lonesome: how to cook, how to clean and mend clothes and treat wounds and hustle pool without getting decked in the face. and if they’re set on hunting—and he gets it, he does, because retiring was never an option for him when there’s lives to be saved, and he knows how—then he rolls up his sleeves and he teaches them.

hunters are a special kind of people, too rebellious for their own good, but he knows not to push. anyone can leave, but anyone can also stay. and when they do, he’s got things to tell them: the fastest way to decapitate a vamp and torch a wendigo, where to park their getaway car, which weapons to always have on hand and which to leave in the motel room, never to leave a case too early to miss something or late enough for the cops to get you. who to call when they do. basic skills, survival skills, but there’s nothing basic about them anymore when they’ve amounted to his entire life and he’s perfected them, had to perfect them to stay alive through it all.

he’s seen things, butted heads with things that go unmentioned in even the thickest of lore books, and he makes sure they know how to take all of them down, or else how to sweet-talk it back where it came from. he makes sure every kid knows the vampire antidote by heart. he also tells them about purgatory, and to think hard before mercy-killing anything into an existence of blood-slash-blood-no-rest-no-peace. some things can save themselves: if they want to, let them, but make sure they follow through. it’s about the saving, not the killing, and if the two of them become muddied you have to save yourself first.

dean has a bed for you, in that case. a bed and a mean burger and an ear tilted in your direction.

sometimes, sam calls: dean lets it go to voicemail, and that’s a gift to them both. dean will leave a voicemail of his own, in time. he’ll talk for however long he wants to, about whatever he wants to, answers the questions he likes and doesn’t answer those he doesn’t. talks about the kids, all the time, about how much he wishes he could’ve done this for kevin. there’s no interrupting in voicemail, no pointed glares, and the new routine is maybe the healthiest they’ve ever had.

he still goes out on hunts, as a teaching outing with the kids or to let off steam or because it’s an all hands on deck sort of thing. he can’t let himself get rusty, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t indulge: memory foam on his bed, a monthly road trip in the Impala planned and followed through with, a nice, slim pair of new boots perhaps more often than he needs. it’ll take a while, but someday in the future, he even goes to the beach. leaves the united states to do it, and comes back toasty and bug-bitten and about fifty tons lighter by way of his soul.

it evolves, as kids leave and new ones come in, because no one can leave dean’s house without his number. it becomes a hub. dean makes sure there’s a weapons arsenal in the garage, stakes of various obscure woods and silver bullets by the thousand and machetes besides. they’re all for borrowing—he’ll get new ones if some don’t return. the rest of the garage is divided: the impala and all that’s needed for her upkeep, and a workbench, a visor, a torch. he works on side-projects. lets his inner inventor out to play. EMFs that can detect hex bags, glasses that fracture the light just weirdly enough that no ghost can slip past the wearer unnoticed.

that’s how, in ten years, he’ll reinvent the Colt. he makes as many bullets as he can, and it’s expensive, slow work, but it’s the largest ace any of them have ever had up their sleeves and he wants it to be available to anyone who needs it.

knowledge isn’t something to hoard, not when it can save lives. and fuck if holding the world together with his bare hands more than once, more than twice, didn’t leave him with some unconventional wisdoms, some hard-earned truths and bits of trivia that could never end up being useful but also very well could. he’s prepared for that. makes sure his kids are prepared, too.

it’s not just the kids anymore, though, not when the hunters among them have branched out and met other hunters and the world knows his name, anyway, for all kinds of reasons, good and bad. his is not a name that slips someone’s mind when it’s mentioned in passing. hasn’t been for a long, long while, and that was never a good thing until this: until it just grows around him, not murder-plots or resentment or a heathy dose of fear of being associated with him, not like a snare drawing tight but a garden. (he keeps one, out back. hasn’t really got that much of a knack for it, but some of the kids like ripping roots out of dirt, and hell, so does he.)

it’s not replacing bobby. he doesn’t pretend to be the FBI superintendent or social services or someone’s lawyer, not when he’s not out there in a suit. when a phone rings, the person on the other end always knows his name.

it starts out messy, and it’ll always be messy, but it becomes more structured as they go. a demon case comes in: they’ve got people specializing in that, send them out. a rugaru: the same. and if it’s something that’s truly Out There, they send dean, and he’ll handle that. when he comes home, he’ll make sure that next time, it won’t be just him who knows what to do.

some kids start penning down comprehensive lore books, his dad’s journal with the volume turned up, with only the stuff that’s true and none of the fluff, the muddied waters. dean contributes to that more than he expects, at first, and suddenly they’re crowding and crawling around him, eager for his input. turns out he has a lot to say.

not enough for the kids, though, it seems, because they keep sneaking carver edlund’s books into the house when he has banned them, has made it a bold point on his penned-down list of house rules. he finds them stuffed under mattresses and as pdfs on phones. he burns what he can. but he also says, okay, all right, i’ll write a fucking memoir if that’s what it takes to get you people to stop smuggling this trash in. and he lays down the basics: azazel’s plot and meddling angels, an apocalypse or two, what’s there besides the earth and how to make sure you never go there. nothing warranting gaudy pulp covers with half-naked men on them. if anyone wants to know which brother did what, they’ll have to be damn good at reading between the lines, because dean’s too over it to point fingers, especially not when his words might stick around for other generations to read and judge and point their own. he doesn’t put his name on it. leaves it anonymous.

what he doesn’t count on are the notes in the margins, the whispered conversations after dinner or the glances he’ll get: that he’s the hero of that story, he’s just too humble to write it down.

he only yells about that once.

in the end, it’s like this: there’s no american men of letters, but there’s people of action, and they all cluster around the heart of the country where the drive is about the same to each coast, and at the heart of that is dean.

in the very, very end, it’s like this: his memoir goes into print, and there’s a preface telling his name in bold letters, and clarifying the details he had made sure to leave extra vague. if you’re in a roadhouse bar somewhere—and there’s more of them now, run by those who wouldn’t stay but wouldn’t leave, either—there’s a solid chance you’ll run into a dean or deanna or ten, and they can tell you exactly who they were named after and why.

but right now, it’s just a chance, something to build out of nothing, something he wishes he had back when. something to turn his north towards, to pour all his strengths in that have grown from pain and weakness. they do always say the best leaders are those who never wanted to lead. out of all the rubble, something that’ll hold up without him there to keep it together, though he’s the heart that beats in it, anyway. he’s the home it grew up in.

#dean winchester deserves better #we both spitballed this into this huge wonderful thing #and it helped so much. so had to share #text #prose #fic

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