#he was also in a crap ton of crap i watched as a kid

[psychicbluebirdmiracle]

YO YALL I JUST REALIZED TONYS VOICE ACTOR IS THE VOICE ACTOR FOR SHU FROM BEYBLADES BURST!!!!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, Gidel. What do you think of the dorm leaders?

I thought this would read a little better as headcanons, so that’s the format I went with.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Riddle

He's just like me! ... Is what Gidel thought at first. Honestly, he mistook Riddle for a kid like him on account of his small stature.

He quickly learns that Riddle isn’t a kid at all. He acts like an adult! All these big words and manners. It’s impressive. Gidel can try all he likes to try and imitate him, but never come close.

Gidel doesn't like it when Riddle raises his voice. It makes him skittish, dredging up bad memories. Scams gone wrong, angry mobs, times when their bosses are upset with them and shouting over the phone. He cowers behind Fellow whenever Riddle’s mad, waiting for the fallout to settle.

But there’s a softness to Riddle too. Gidel is one of the few able to sense it--how Riddle is kind to the animals, how he longs for that childhood he never had. Gidel tries to get him to open up, tugging Riddle by the hand and pointing to the little things in the garden he might not notice right away. The colorful mushrooms by the base of that tree, how this rose is a late bloomer, the chrysalis that will one day become a butterfly. Gidel can also show him thumb wrestling and patty-cake, all the free games he and Fellow play on the road.

Leona

This onii-san looks a little scary. Gidel of course recognizes him from the events of Playful Land. He nervously watches Leona from a distance, wondering if he’s mad at him for what happened.

Gidel notices that Leona's very smart. After all, he's always reading these thick ancient texts and telling the other students what to do. Gidel wants to be tutored by him (so he can be big-brained too!!), but is too intimidated to even know how to approach. So he keeps watching Leona from a safe distance. (Gidel thinks he's being slick, but he isn't at all.)

At one point, Leona gets tired of pretending like he doesn't see Gidel and he strolls right up to the boy. Gidel worries that he'll be scolded, but instead he feels a hand on his head, ruffling his hair. Leona gruffly warns him to look out for himself, cuz no one else will. It's his way of wishing the kid luck and hope for his future--though when Gidel smiles at him, he'll shudder and balk away, insisting that he didn't intend on being kind to him.

Gidel feels okay coming up to him after that, though Leona continues to gripe about how annoying he is and how he wish he'd leave him alone. Gidel's starting to feel like a second Cheka, always following him around like a lost lamb and staring at him as if inviting Leona to play.

Azul

Gidel’s immediate thought is that this guy reminds him a lot of Fellow. They just have similar vibes of being scammers! Because of that, it's easy for Gidel to follow along with what Azul says (much to Fellow's chagrin).

Gidel loves listening to Azul perform, be it singing or piano. It takes him away for a moment and to a new festive world full of song and delight, makes him want to get on his feet and clumsily join on that seafloor stage.

Being a gullible little child, Gidel doesn't realize that Azul is playing him for everything he has. Azul will give him a bunch of food and drinks (which he puts on a tab), then demands that Fellow foot the bill when he comes to pick up Gidel. (They dine and dash.)

Azul reminds Gidel of Fellow in other ways too. Sometimes there are nights when he's down on himself and unsure. In those instances, Gidel silently goes up to Azul and pats the back of his hand--as if to say, There, there. It'll be alright, hang in there.

Kalim

Probably his favorite person of the dorm leaders, since Kalim's immediately amicable and never held any ill will toward him or Fellow, even all the way back in Playful Land. His friendly demeanor make him a great buddy for Gidel.

Kalim treats Gidel like his own little brother! … That is to say, he spoils the absolute crap out of him. Tons of food, gifts, games—you name it, and Kalim provides it by the truckload. It actually starts to make Fellow jealous at some point; he has to check in with Gidel to make sure he’s still “his number on big bro” (which Gidel reassures Fellow he is).

He shows Gidel so many new things. Here are some of Kalim’s favorite dishes from his hometown. Oh, and these are animals from all over Twisted Wonderland. Gidel’s always been curious about these things, but never had the resources to actually access them. He drinks it all in with his senses, then becomes curious to learn more.

What he likes the most about Kalim is his ability to listen and empathize with others. Being mute, Gidel sometimes finds it difficult to communicate with others. They tend to talk over him or assume things they shouldn’t—but Kalim is perfect, patient, and reads his bodily cues to the best his ability.

Vil

In his head, Gidel thinks of Vil as one of those fancy rich ladies Fellow flirts with to steal their valuables. Sometimes those women would come after Fellow, hollering about how he deceived them or how they never want to see him again. Hell have no wrath like a women scorned, as Gidel would come to learn—so he’s careful to walk on eggshells around Vil.

Whenever Vil looks at him, Gidel feels as though he has done something wrong. He just has this aura about him that radiates harsh judgment, and Gidel can feel every last bit of that trained on him.

Vil fusses over Gidel’s appearance. His hair is a mess, his sleeves are too long, and his shoes are untied. However, Gidel realizes that Vil never outright insults the obvious patchwork incorporated into his clothes, only comments on the things he can feasibly change (combing the hair, rolling the sleeves up, tying the shoes). The stitching is masterful, Vil tells him—and besides, he’s just doing the best with what he has.

Gidel likes shiny things, so he’s naturally drawn to the baubles Vil wears. His hair clasp, his tiara, the golden threads on his uniform. When Vil catches him rooting around in his closet, Gidel for sure thought he was dead—but instead, Vil sighs, and, after a thorough lecture, lets Gidel pad around on his oversized dorm uniform and crown for an impromptu fashion show. Maybe he’s not as mean as Gidel thought he was?

Idia

Whoa! That's a person? Gidel thought it was a ghost haunting the school this entire time. He thinks Idia would be great at hide-and-seek (from the police, a game he and Fellow like to play) since he blends in so easily with the wallpaper.

He thinks Idia lives a fun life! He gets to play video games, guzzle soda/energy drinks, and eat candy + other junk food in his room all day? Cool! Gidel wants to do that, too! (Fellow begs him not to become a mega-geek.)

Gidel doesn’t really understand any of the technobabble Idia rambles on about, but he still thinks it’s cool. What’s this? What’s that? He pokes and prods at everything he sees, or sometimes trips and falls, activating machines he didn’t mean too. This often evokes panicked screams and sobs from Idia, which makes Gidel feel bad (but also makes Fellow laugh).

As soon as Gidel learns that Idia has a little brother, that makes him a lot more excitable. He approaches Idia with Fellow in tow, hoping he can play with Idia’s brother. That way, he can be friends with Ortho and Fellow and Idia can be friends! … Right? Right?

Malleus

Monster. That’s the first thing Gidel thinks of when he sees Malleus. The shape of him—the horns especially—remind Gidel of shadow hand puppets Fellow makes to amuse him before bedtime. Long, lanky shadows stretching in the darkness… It’s an image fitting for the Prince of Nocturnal Fae.

… But even if Malleus is a ‘monster’, Gidel feels a sense of loneliness about him too. He sees how others keep their distance, how they scream when he comes close. He pushes the boundary, one step at a time, inching closer and closer until he it able to reach out and nervously touch Malleus’s sleeve. “Hoh? Aren’t you a brave one.”

Really, Gidel learns, he’s not so bad. Just a really private guy. If he sticks around for long enough, Malleus might ramble to him about his special interests or even amuse him but pretending to strike him or disappearing and reappearing behind Gidel to see if he gets spooked. (He does, and it gives Malleus a good laugh.)

When he sulks, Gidel curls up with him. Malleus will insist he’s not upset, but Gidel knows better. He won’t say anything though (he can’t, even if he wanted to). He only hopes that his presence—and Malleus knowing that he’s there for him—helps, even if only a little.

[lalacliffthorne]

sweet lil halloween headcanons: modern!roommate!batboys edition

happy halloween from this witch to the lot of you 🐈‍⬛🔮🪦

so apparently, Rhys' Halloween partys are legendary on campus

for some reason, so far, that completely went past you

(most likely because you spent the past few Halloweens with Feyre in her tiny apartment, buried in blankets, watching Hocus Pocus while eating your weight in snacks)

so you're a little confused when about two weeks before Halloween, Rhys drags you with him to meet with a caterer

you're supposed to sample food

tho you're never one to complain about something like that, you do feel a little confused when you blink up at him in question, and Rhys furrows his brows

"wait, didn't I tell you?"

he didn't

he also didn't tell you that this year's location is an old castle in the old part of town

it's where you meet the caterer, in the kitchens in the cellar

on the way, you freeze in place for a solid minute to gape at the cavernous ceilings with huge chandeliers and stone walls of the halls Rhys is renting for the party

it really shouldn't surprise you that much

it's Rhys after all

extravagant and over the top are basically his middle names

how he managed to snag a spot like that at Halloween is beyond you tho

connections, Cassian later says wisely

and probably a shit ton of money

when, staring at the display of different fingerfoods in various spooky forms, you ask tentatively about just how much money, Rhys sends you a grin that is downright wicked

"well, someone has to spend something."

and spending he is

over the course of the next two weeks, Rhys disappears for hours, meeting with people for the bar, a DJ and to take care of decorations

then, a week before Halloween, flyers appear on campus

glossy and deep black, with bats and jack'o'lanterns printed on the front along with the date and location in purple letters

it's the beginning you of constantly hearing people plan their costumes in passing

and the moment you suddenly realise that crap --

you have absolutely no idea what to wear

Mor just giggles at your panic

she drops in as you're desperately scrolling through Pinterest, trying to come up with anything that you like, is cheap and can be assembled in under a week

"jesus, calm down. Rhys may make the whole thing the most extravagant student party of the year, but most people that are coming aren't spending loads of money on their costumes either, it's more about creativity and finding something you like."

that doesn't calm your nerves in the slightest

it's Cassian who, purely by accident, gives you an idea in the end

it's a few days before Halloween, and he's sitting on the couch, flicking through the book you left on the coffee table with furrowed brows

"so they're demon hunters?" he sounds intriguied, looking up at you as you lean over him to try and snag your book

you still, your heart doing a double flip

then you start beaming and pull the book from Cassian's hand, pressing a long, smacking kiss onto his cheek that makes him grin

"what's that for?"

it's for him giving you an idea

it's a perfect one really

the evening of Halloween, the city is already dark outside the windows

when you look outside, you can see kids and their parents on the street, dressed up and ringing doorbells, carrying flashlights and lanterns

Mor comes over to get ready at six

she's also the one who always gets up to open the door for children trick or treating

otherwise, she's sitting on the couch in the living room

she's wearing a long, dark red silk dress with a high slit, her hair open and wavy as she squints in concentration and paints her lips

she's dressed as a devil, complete with headband with little black horns that's sitting on the coffee table

she even put in red contacts

you're sitting crosslegged on the other couch, crunching your brows in focus as you spread the lightest shade of foundation you could find in the drugstore on Rhys' face

when he told you a few days earlier that he's going as a vampire, the first thing flashing through your mind was him in a cheap cape and too small fake teeth

it made you snort laughter and him huff

now you get it

Rhys is dressed to the nines

black silk shirt that's almost all the way unbuttoned and shows off his chest tattoos

black dresspants and black shoes

his hair is lightly styled back, and a strand falls into his face as you powder his face, causing him to sneeze and you to giggle

he even managed to get his hands on very real looking fake canines that flash in the light whenever he sends you a grin

no tacky cape

also no sparkles

he's like a modern, expensive copy of something you'd read in the books you and Feyre inhale at concerning speeds

he lets you pale his skin before using eyeshadows to give him slightly sunken eyes and smear some red paint around his mouth

when he finally sends you a grin, it causes a giddy shiver to run down your spine

Mor does your make-up before, after a look onto the clock, shoos you off to get dressed

when a little later, you step back out of your room, there's a tall figure towering in the doorway to the living room

your breath hitches at the sight of broad shoulders straining against a black t-shirt, black jeans tucked into black boots and amber eyes

they're currently glaring, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why

or at who

you hear Rhys snort from the living room

"yeah, there's no way you're going as you."

with the way Azriel is glaring, there's also no way he's putting on a costume

which doesn't surprise really surprise

Azriel really isn't the type to invest time and care into putting together a costume

if things were going his way, he'd probably stay at home and read a book

which of course, Rhys has planned for

when you move, Azriel turns his head

he seems to still, the glare in his eyes vanishing as the deep furrow between his brows, curtesy of his scowl, smoothens

and he stares

stares at you

dressed from head to toe in black, with a holster strapped to your thigh and temporary black rune tattoos all over your exposed skin

and suddenly, something is fluttering violently against your ribs

somehow, you manage to send him a cheeky grin and get your legs to moving

they kinda feel like jello as you halt in front of him, having to tilt your head back to look up at him

"darling?"

Rhys is suddenly smirking in a wicked way that works even better in his vampire getup, his violet eyes twinkling

"you don't happen to still have some of those tattoos, do you?"

it takes you a second to catch on

then your heart suddenly performs a series of dips and turns

"well...", you look up at Azriel and somehow manage a cheeky, beaming grin, "that would certainly fit."

Azriel huffs

it takes a staring contest of roughly a minute until he accepts his fate

well

or until you smile up at him, something thrumming against your ribs as you crunch your nose

"please? come on, you're not even really dressing up, just - elevating."

you grin widely

Azriel's scowl deepens

(mostly because it's unfair you just have to look at him that way and he would dress up as a pink bunny if you asked)

but he doesn't protest

just rolls his eyes a little and brushs past you to plop down onto the couch

Mor is suddenly very busy correcting a flaw in her make-up you can't seem to find

so it's you who ends up sitting in front of Azriel, his skin warm under your hands as you apply the rune tattoos left all over his arms

you can feel his eyes on your face and try to fight the warmth spreading through your cheeks

at least he doesn't look as huffy as a few minutes ago

(it's hard to stay scowling when all he can focus on is that little crease between your brows as you concentrate and the smell of your perfume and shampoo rising into his nose

he's a hundred percent sure there's no way you don't hear the way his breath catches every time your fingers brush his skin

especially when you lean forward to put one of the runes onto the right side of his throat)

you can feel Azriel's warm breath ghost over your skin as your fingers gently press against the side of his neck

it causes your own to get stuck in your throat, right next to your heart

(you should really get that checked)

you try not to look up, because you're pretty sure you're close enough to see the golden spots in Azriel's eyes

and that would not bode well for your concentration

(you're also close enough that your hair almost tickles his skin and that your scent is everywhere

Azriel needs to physically stop himself from slipping his fingers under your chin and tip your head up to -)

you catch movement from the corner of your eye

glad for a distraction, you raise your head

only to grow wide-eyed

because unlike Rhys, Cassian hasn't told anyone what he's going to dress up as

now, you realize why

Azriel seems to realise you're suddenly distracted, because you feel him turn his head before stilling

most likely because he also sees Cassian standing in the doorway

dressed as Ken

the skater version

complete with sun visor over his tied back hair, neon yellow fanny pack and knee pads

he even has a pair of neon pink skates thrown over his shoulder

you blink at him

once

twice

then you snort a laugh and break into a fit of giggles

it breaks the spell Cassian's outfit has cast, and Mor nearly topples off the couch as she starts laughing while Rhys dramatically drops his face into his hands

even Azriel looks, tho reluctantly, impressed

(mostly because the way you're laughing, tears in your eyes and barely able to breathe as Mor drops to her knees and bows, makes up for whatever extravagent party Rhys is about to throw his way)

when you get to the castle, the place is decorated magnificently

you suddenly understand why Rhys was gone for so long

the floor is covered by whisps of smoke, the lights are dimmed

there are fake cobwebs spun over the brick walls and high ceilings and even the chandeliers

you count two dozen skeletons in one room alone, and armadas of paper bats dangling from the ceilings on invisible strings

dry ice at the snack buffet in combination with the fingerfoods makes you wonder if maybe Rhys just wanted to give his father a heart attack in case he sees the expenses his son accumulated for a student halloween party

there's even an actual bar with a menu of spooky drinks

loads of people are already there, and it's only getting more

everyone is dressed in various degrees of more or less spooky outfits

Feyre is waiting for you near the entrance

she's dressed as Katniss Everdeen, in black armor and with bow and arrow over her shoulder, a little fake blood dried on her temple and eyes bright

"how the fuck did we miss this before??"

you have no idea

you also have no idea where she got the full costume and how she can look so comfortable in chest armor

you do have an idea tho why Rhys is suddenly looking very distracted

it makes you grin cheekily enough for him to huff down at you when he finally catches you staring at him

you're almost sure tho to see his cheeks gain a little color under the pale make up

especially when Feyre grins widely at him

you spend the whole night with Feyre and Mor

you ransack the buffet (you're very proud of your choices)

sample your way through the drink menu

and dance

you sometimes catch a glimpse at Cass in his neon outfit reflecting the lights as he makes his way through the mist

he looks like he's having the time of his life

finally, around two in the morning, your feet hurt and the adrenaline of the night has worn off enough to make you feel tired

also you've lost Feyre and Mor somewhere in the crowd after using the toilet

trying to catch a glimpse at either of them, your eyes instead meet deep, amber ones

your heart dips and swerves in a way that has nothing to do with alcohol or tiredness

Azriel is leaning against a wall halfway across the huge, cavernous room

a strand of dark hair is curving over his forehead, the pink and purple lights make his jaw and cheekbones look even sharper than usual and illuminate the rune tattoos scattered over his skin, fitting in perfectly with his real ones

the sight of him causes something to topple over in your chest

you caught glimpses at him all during the night

usually off in the shadows, leaning against a wall or lounging on a seat, sipping a drink

every time you saw him, there was someone next to him, mostly girls, talking to him, trying to flirt

it made something dip over strangely in your chest

but for some reason, he barely seemed to notice

for some reason, every time, his eyes were already on yours, flashing amber in the flickering lights

just like now

the slight crease between his brows that doesn't quite spell uncomfortable smoothens

then he pushes off the wall and starts to weave towards you

again, your heart does a funny little thing

but you push it away and begin to fight your way through the crowd to meet him

when you finally meet, it takes one look at you for the dip of a crease to appear in his cheek

"home?"

his deep voice makes your skin tingle even through all the noise and the music, and you deflate with a sigh, feeling almost comically relieved

you text Feyre and Mor while Azriel steers you out of the full rooms, his hands on your shoulders

picking up your coats, you feel a happy shiver run over your skin when you step out into the night sky

your breath hangs in white clouds in the air when you huddle up and Azriel offers you the crook of his elbow, his hands in his pockets

and if you take a very long route to get home, wandering through the quiet, cold city and sniffling as you blink up at the bright moon, neither of you makes a comment on it

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @secret-ly-here @knmendiola @luvmoo @azriels-mate123 @bookishbroadwaybish @maybe-a-winchester @stayinglow-exploringworlds @harrystylesfan2686 @icey--stars

[sacharinee]

hey! so i’ve noticed all your office references and it’s one of my favourite shows ever <3 i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader and bf!peter are both obsessed with the show and quote it at any given moment, confusing (and probably annoying) everyone around them. i love your fics by the way!!

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 800 ish

a/n: dinnertime with the avengers edition! peter and reader being an annoying power duo. a crap ton of office references obviously. this is so weird and all over the place BUT it was so much fun writing. i tweaked ur request a teeny bit to them simply saying lines from the show, but everyone is just as confused and annoyed lmao i hope ur okay w that!! this is also my first time writing with the avengers so i tried my best on getting them right. thank u so much for requesting this!! i had an entire office marathon playing in the background while writing this 

“the food looks great, nat,” you take your seat at the dining table.

“yea, it’s amazing, thanks for cooking tonight,” peter chimes in.

you both are sat at the dinner table in the lavish dining room among the earth’s mightiest heroes, who also happen to be your colleagues. 

“wait, where did you learn to make all of this? i never pegged you as a cook,” tony questions.

“i’m not,” the redhead answers, “my fake mother used to make this dish all the time when i was younger,” 

“awe, that’s adorable,” thor replies.

“right before she and my fake father sold me and had me brainwashed.” 

the others freeze midchew and stare as scott drops his fork against his plate.

nat clears her throat, “so anyways, enjoy,” and takes her seat.

the rest of you begin placing heaps of food onto each other’s plates and digging into the meal in front of you.

“well, um,” tony sips his water, “how ‘bout you kids, get any good action tonight?”

peter raises his eyebrows at him, “us? oh yea, we got a good chase during patrol tonight,” 

“it was super fun,” you add.

“well what’d he have on him?” wanda asks.

“he was, uhh,” you purse your lips as you hesitate, playing with the food on your plate and quieted your voice, “a-uh, a wanted animal rapist.”

wanda shakes her head at you in repulsion, regretting having asked you.

“that is so disgusting!” the god announces, food spilling out of his mouth.

“thor, close your mouth, you look like a trout.” steve reprimands. 

he dismisses his comment and goes to steal the mashed potatoes, eating straight out of the bowl with no shame. 

“did he put up a good fight against you guys?” bucky questions.

“well he wasn’t exactly intimidated by me, i usually let y/n play bad cop while i just web them up,” peter admits.

you’re chewing your food while you watch bucky and your boyfriend converse, “see what i told you? you gotta take control, pete. ask yourself this: would you rather be feared or loved by your enemies?”

“easy,” he answers, “both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

nat pokes her tongue to her cheek and tilts her head in confusion. 

“oh, that reminds me,” you nervously chuckle and pull out the slip tucked into your back pocket, “i need you to pay for my speeding ticket, tony.” 

“again?! y/n that’s the second time this month!”

“that criminal guy was a surprisingly fast driver. besides, life is short. drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. it’s one of my mottos.”

“goddamnit, y/n” tony mutters and shakes his head in disappointment. 

steve interrupts, “you should listen to him, young lady. seriously, what would happen if you were in a speeding car crash? why do you think those laws are enforced? it’s to keep everyone safe. so you better straighten up the attitude before you get yourself k-”

“cap, you ignorant slut.” you’re tired of everyone treating you and peter like little kids, “you want to talk about being safe? are we forgetting about banner’s little experiment that went wrong the other day? he almost blew up the tower!-”

“wait, what did you just call me?” the soldier looks at you dumbfounded.

“what did i- … what’d i say?”

“you just called me a-”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i talk a lot so i learn to just tune myself out.” 

“you and me both,” strange clips. 

“wow,” you respond, feigning hurt, “sorry i annoyed you with my friendship.”

tony, having enough, intrudes, “you know, i think i have to put you and peter through some training again.” 

the boy skeptically squints towards the man and chews his food slowly, “...what type of training?”

“sensitivity training. all this trash talk is-”

“oh my god, not again,” your head falls back as you groan, “i’ve changed, tony. i’ve learned to keep my unmannerly thoughts to myself every time i see someone wearing black socks with white shoes.”

“uh that’s definitely not true,” bucky cuts in, “just yesterday you called me out for wearing sandals.” 

“exactly! sandals! who the hell still wears sandals, you look like you just got off the boat. i don't need to see your hairy toes,” you shudder in disgust.

“yea, mr. stark,” peter reverts his attention back to tony, “we don’t talk trash,” he shrugs.

“we talk smack,” you finish.

“okay… and how are those two any different,” the man challenges.

“well,” peter clears his throat, “trash talk is hypothetical. like, ‘your mom is so fat she can eat the internet.’” 

“totally,” you eagerly nod your head in agreement, “but smack talk is happening, like, right now. like, ‘you’re ugly and i know it for a fact ’cause i got the evidence right there,” your hand motions in a circle to the person in front of you.

“are you calling me ugly?” thor sniffles.

“i don’t know what the hell you just said, and i don’t even wanna know,” tony wipes his mouth with a napkin, “but it’s happening. nine am sharp, do not be late. it’ll be quick and easy, not that hard. you’ll be in and out without the attitude.”

you pout as you and peter give each other a dismay look.

“that’s what she said.”

[mrslectermoriarty]

Headcanon Series #15

Okay, I need some IceMav!daughter stuff or I'm gonna burst!

I imagine a one-night-stand accident or a deceased mother of the girl and Tom/Pete got custody. (sth like that, the point is they’re a single parent)

Now, when they move in together (after cutting the crap and finally hooking up, developing a relationship) the little girl grows up with at first one, then two fathers.

Mav is Pops and Ice is Papa. East-European Tom Kazansky absolutely gets the ‘Papa’ title.

She learns the cooking from Mav because he had to make his own food pretty early on in his life (rough childhood, you know the drill)

(based on a Bruce Wayne Headcanon I can’t find anymore) Ice can’t cook at all. He can set a kitchen on fire with only a wooden spoon and cold water. The only thing he actually can do is an excellent bbq, which he becomes famous for. Ice teaches his daughter all the tricks and when she gets older, and Ice is maybe too exhausted after a day of work or sth, she’ll fire up the grill and provide amazing food for everyone around.

Also, Ice spent his childhood baking with his mother and her mother whenever they met, so the kid learns baking from him.

Mav teaches her how to fix cars and motorcycles. His hyperfixation kinda catches her too and they spend many weekends in the garage.

I am utterly obsessed with with this fanfiction and needed to implement it into this - Ice reads really weird bedtime stories, but she loves every single one of them.

Of course she grows up with Bradley (they’re around the same age, idc who’s older) and the adults around them like to refer to them as the chaos cousins. When Mav and Ice take Bradley in after Carole dies, they become the chaos siblings.

Bradley loves his sister and is super protective of her when they are in their teens. When she got cruelly dumped by her boyfriend in her first year of high school, Bradley stormed into the guys’ classroom and broke his nose. The principal had to call his parents, so Tom interrupted an important meeting and showed up in uniform at school to get his kid. The principal was kinda intimidated because of course Tom put on his Iceman™ look and stared the guy down, so Bradley ended up being expelled for only the rest of the day. (I think I need to write something separate about this)

Let’s take a closer look at the whole custody situation: Mav made Ice his emergency Contact and vice versa. Obvious. In the eyes of the Navy they are ‘best friends’ and brothers in arms; it’s not an uncommon thing to do so. Concerning the kids; they’re always both listed as emergency contacts for the kids. In a scenario where Tom has a daughter, they always argue “we both have a kid, we’re basically brothers, the kids are grew up together; they’re like cousins - we’re a family in the Navy, we look out for each other.” In a scenario where Mav has a daughter, he answers to that question with “Ice is like a brother to me; we’re best friends. He knows the kid(s). I can’t always respond, so I need another person to watch over the kid(s). He was the first to agree to that.” (I don’t know if this makes sense)

Regarding Bradley being an overprotective sibling; that girl doesn’t actually need any protection - after all, both her fathers are Navy legends and well respected and feared men in the military. She can stand her ground pretty well.

The flyboys often joke around if she actually might be a genetic experiment where they took Pete’s and Ton’s DNA to create the ultimate soldier because she inherits significant parts of both their personalities. She gets Mav’s recklessness and Ice’s strategic thinking, so everything she does, however stupid it might look, she does on purpose. She also got both their stubbornness. They all agree; if she ever starts a career in the Navy, she’s gonna be a nightmare for her superiors.

She starts a career in the Navy. Of course she had the chance to do something else, but she grew up surrounded by people being very passionate about their jobs and they just kinda naturally dragged her into it. Her military education looks something like this, I found it and almost died of laughter because this is kinda exactly how I imagined it, this is a piece of art!

She’s just as protective of her brother as he is over her and that’s why she hates Jake in the beginning. Sure, they’re now adults, but Bradley has such an unhealthy relationship with that guy, on and off and back on; then they’re fucking in a closet, the next minute they shout at each other over training exercises - she doesn’t get why Bradley keeps crawling back to that guy. After the Uranium-Mission (Ice lives, Mav doesn’t have the fight with Bradley) she starts appreciating the guy a little more because for one, he saved her father and brother, second, now that both men are more mature than ever and develope an actual relationship, she can see parallels in them to her fathers and she gets why they can’t keep away from each other. (Also don’t know if this makes sense)

Both her fathers walk her down the aisle on her wedding day, she insists on that.

Please expand if you have additions! <3

[luffyvace]

what the Strawhats would watch on YT 🏴‍☠️

Cuz I think it’d be funny

(No gifs but they’re a decent length since it’s only one crew—may or may not do a WBP version 🤗..)

Luffy:

watches boxing

He just likes it idk why- ik it’s oddly specific but I feel like he’d be into the adrenaline rush of it yk?

OF COURSE has a crap ton of food on his feed 😭 (he follows Sanji’s cooking channel 💞)

some music but not really, mostly party music for when he throws parties yk? 🤪 (I feel like modern Luffy would throw random house parties for no reason- and invite his friends)

super impatient with ads (he doesn’t like it interrupting his stuuuuuff 😩)

occasionally watches soccer as well

I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this but he also likes video games! Watches gameplays and skips over the storyline for the action

would watch random animated shows but not necessarily for little kids yk? Just funny animated skits (but they have to be fast paced and actually funny or he’s not interested 😁)

watches yt shorts a lot, feeds into his short attention span (likes it better than TikTok)

Zoro:

work out vids.

debates in the comments on what strengthens/creates more muscle

always wins the arguments (has a lot of knowledge abt working out)

prob watched one motorcycle vid and now they won’t stop showing up on his home page

he’s tired of the motorcycle vids 😭

wants his gym work out hardcore routine home page back 🫤

would run his own yt page about gaining muscle n’ such but doesn’t care enough + doesn’t have time for the trolls and know it all’s (bro you ARE ONE..? 🤨🤦‍♀️)

blocked Sanji’s cooking channel after disliking all his videos

Nami:

fashion tips n tricks

”this or that” outfit edition on yt shorts

heavily criticizes each outfit and scrunches her face at the ugly ones (they’re not ugly just not to her taste)

doesn’t ever actually comment, even if she likes it

rarely likes too- actually, 😀 mostly just watches it and moves on, and there’s like nothing other than a few fashion haul and “where to shop for cute clothes” vids in her “watch later”

only watches them once, then deletes them, it pretty much stays empty

usually the vids she watches are around 5 mins, she doesn’t have a short attention span but she feels like vids that are hours long are a waste of time if it isn’t a music playlist

speaking of which she has a lot of light/catchy music playlists saved (Tyler the creator, kali uchis, laufey sometimes)

Usopp:

lots of inventions and creations, etc

used to watch life hacks/diy vids til it came out everyone found them cringe 😆👊💥

now he watches how to make stuff out of random car parts/tables- wtv! yk?

also some gamers :)

likes Minecraft a lot. He watches the “pro builders” thinks: I can do that easy! Tries, miserably fails, then rages quits (to continue watching the pros again). In that order.

watches prank vids

him and Nami share playlists/recommends each other songs so he has a whole bunch of music playlists she created for him (she forces him to watch and give opinions on the playlist right when she sends them. And if he takes over an hour she’ll charge him for making her wait)

He’s the one who got Nami into Tyler the creator

loves supporting Sanji’s cooking channel and likes/comments on all his vids. Actually takes his advice and has tried cooking a few of his dishes as his dinner and it actually worked out?! 😲

Sanji:

Has a cooking channel with 34.5k subscribers and an average of 50k views named ‘Cooking with Crap Cook’

Tries to Makes himself look like a “seductive waiter” in yt shorts (for the ladies)

does really good replying to questions/comments, open to suggestions/requests of what to make a cooking tut on and has actually traveled a bit with the money yt gives him! Takes the opportunity to cook in different places :)

cooks in public sometimes, occasionally someone recognizes him! ‘Wait are you the crap cook?!’

spoils Nami and Robin with the money he makes

Responds to women a little more happily than he does men (but realistically what else are we expecting?-)

his vids usually have a lot of cuts (Luffy, Usopp and Chopper came over uninvited for food and are TOTALLY trying to keep quiet while playing as Sanji makes a video) and are typically around 7-10 minutes

swoons whenever he sees Nami or Robin liked his video (has a nosebleed when they comment 😅⁉️)

has Zoro blocked despite the fact that he doesn’t post

Chopper:

has thought about posting health/medicine tips but is a bit insecure about what other will think + he’s camera shy

Zoro and Sanji try to encourage him by saying things like “just hurry up and do it already so I can incorporate your tips in my work out routine” and “there’s no need to be scared, I’ll help you out if you need”

still hasn’t pulled the trigger yet

for now he just follows other doctors and some gamers too

Luffy and Usopp put him on gaming

likes “Octodad” (LOL 😂💖)

doesn’t actually watch yt all that much, mostly when Usopp and Luffy do- but on they’re iPads instead of his

they mostly go on his when theirs runs out of battery, but they don’t stay on long since it just has a lot of medial advice on there 😀😅

prefers playing with Usopp and Luffy over his ipad

Robin:

(Long) informational vids and documentaries (mostly abt history)

also likes animal documentaries

follows other archaeologists

corrects anyone who’s wrong in any video she watches and is always right + wins the argument (has the most unintentionally funny comebacks ever 😂)

Follows Sanji and is pretty supportive, likes his vids and occasionally comments (more than Nami anyway..) whenever she sees his videos on her homepage

also encourages Chopper to start his channel and made him promise she would be the first follower/to know if he decided to finally do it

doesn’t spend much time on yt unless she has a lot of free time, and even then she prefers to read or spend time with friends

Always snuggled up in a blanket, drinking tea, watching animal planet’s yt channel on the tv when she does watch

has contemplated starting a informational channel but has never told anyone. Ultimately decided not to since she’s not on yt much and she’s too busy anyway.

Franky:

random inventions n such, like Usopp

still watches life hacks without any shame—genuinely uses some

also watches random vids, usually funny stuff- sends it to Robin (who always responds with ‘👍’ ……..(��😂)

Already knows how to build a lot of things from Tom- still goes to yt anyway and learns to build random stuff for fun

not on here often either, mostly when he’s bored

has a few gamers on his homepage because Luffy, Usopp and Chopper got him to watch a few vids he found funny (+ they steal his iPad to watch his yt when all 3 of theirs run out of battery)

always forgets to charge his iPad because he’s hardly on there and the one time he needed it for a yt vid to remind him how build smth it was dead 🙂

Follows Sanji’s cooking channel- always forgets to like his vids when he sends them to the group chat (also follows Robin even tho she doesn’t post)

Brook:

women..

not exactly inappropriate stuff but he does follow a lot of girl content creators so it looks like he’s just into fashion but he’s actually just following for them 😭 (the disappointment)

At least he also follows Sanji! (🤦‍♀️) forgets to like his vids tho- there’s so many women on his homepage that Sanji’s vids don’t even come down his feed

Also follows Nami and Robin

hardly on yt, prefers to play his instruments 🤷‍♀️

speaking of which he also follows a lot of music artists, mostly older ones from his time (HAHAHAHA)

Usopp and Nami force him to listen to today’s artists and he likes a few- but grandpa sticks to what he’s knows for the most part 😊

(Nami has Brook blocked)

Jinbei:

Follows Sanji but is Vegetarian so he doesn’t like any of his meat/fish recipes- same w chopper I forgot to mention that (😀)

Follows everyone (idek why)

mostly watches vegetarian cooking shows/recipes

Requests for Sanji to do a lot of vegetarian recipes (sometimes Sanji does them if enough women are backing him- 🤦‍♀️🗿 other times he ignores him……🙂👊💥)

also follows karate channels/masters n stuff

doesn’t criticize per say but does cringe a bit when they give bad advice

has better things to do then waste his life away on yt so he’s another one that’s not on here much..

would make a (fishman) karate channel if he cared enough- but he doesn’t :P 🤷‍♀️ (Zoro would’ve followed him)

[ladykailitha]

The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 4

I actually got it up today, holy crap. Today has been so wild I wasn’t sure it was going to happen. Also thank you to @chaoticlovingdreamer and @yellowdevilkitten about the cramps. I am feeling better now.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Part Seven: Hand holding

Once you’ve established that he likes you back, the first step is hand holding. You aren’t necessarily dating at this point. Though you could be. For same sex couples this will have to be discreet and sneaky, but for straight couples this can be used as a way to declare your couple status.

“I hate that you can’t hold hands with Steve in public,” Max said. “It’s stupid.”

Eddie cocked his head ruefully. “It is what it is. Some day it won’t be like this, but for now, we do what we can.”

“Still stupid.”

It was movie night sleepover. It was something that all of them did once in a while. And by them it meant all of them. All thirteen of them. Steve’s basement was perfect for it. They could all stretch out and still have tons of space. Not that they did that. They tended to puppy pile in smaller groups.

El, Max, Erica, and Lucas was one pile. Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy were another. Mike, Dustin, and Will were another. Which left Eddie, Robin, and Steve as the remaining pile.

But that was a problem for future Eddie. Current Eddie was content on the sofa with Steve sitting next to him, their bodies pressed together in a seem from shoulder to knee.

Robin was on the other side of Steve curled up under his arm and Eddie was fine with sharing at the moment.

The hardest part of the night was deciding on a movie they all wanted to watch. There was always someone that didn’t want to watch whatever it was they decided on. So Eddie and Steve came up with the idea of ranked voting. They would grab five movies and everyone would list them in the order they wanted to watch them in and whichever one got the most votes at number one was the one they watched first.

Tonight they were watching The Dark Crystal. When the beetles came on, chittering above the Skekis Robin flinched and buried her head into his shoulder.

“I thought this was a kids’ show!” she whined to Steve.

“Come on,” Dustin said. “They aren’t that scary. They’re just giant bugs.”

Eddie kicked him in the thigh. “Everybody has different things they’re scared of, we don’t mock people for that.”

“I wasn’t mocking,” Dustin defended. “I just don’t think they’re scary.”

Fizgig started wailing and Eddie jumped back. “What the fuck! Why does it have so many teeth?!” Then a warm hand took his and he looked down at the joined hands and back up to Steve.

“Wait a damn minute!” Max cried. “You’re telling me that the first time you guys held hands Steve initiated it?”

Eddie grinned. “I was so proud. Though, he thought he was just being a good friend at the time. Remember this is oblivious jockus. Even though it was pretty clear he liked me back, he wasn’t reading the signs that I liked him.”

“But he still reached out to you?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Steve smiled softly at him and Eddie’s heart just melted. Eddie gave Steve’s hand a squeeze, but instead of letting go like he suspected Steve thought he would do, Eddie held on to it for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended, Eddie wasn’t the only with sniffles from the sacrifices of Kyra and Fizgig.

“But that won’t work,” Dustin said.

“What won’t work, bud?” Eddie asked as he dried his eyes on his sleeve.

“You can’t rebuild an entire race with just two members,” Dustin complained. “Because otherwise you get inbreeding and trust me when I say that’s gross and not just from moral stand point but a medical one, too.”

Max rolled her eyes. “They aren’t trying to rebuild the species. It’s just a love story.”

Dustin grumbled, “Well, it’s a stupid one.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance and shook their heads.

Steve dislodged himself from Robin, reluctantly letting go of Eddie’s hand. “All right, gremlins, get your bed stuff and set it up downstairs. You don’t have to go to sleep right away but I want you at least in your sleeping bags.”

There was some grumbling from the younger kids but they all packed up and went downstairs, Jonathan and Nancy going down with them to make sure they didn’t start fighting over spots.

The remaining adults started cleaning up the mess that only thirteen people can make.

Robin got bored about half way through and wandered downstairs to see what was happening there.

Argyle tilted his head. “Does she always do that?”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.

“Not always,” Steve said. “Her mind just goes a million miles an hour and sometimes cleaning fulfills that need and other times not. I guess today was a not.”

Argyle nodded sagely. “Do you think she would benefit from the purple flower?”

By now they were aware that that was a brand of weed Argyle had brought over from California.

“She doesn’t like smoking,” Eddie said with a grimace.

Argyle lit up. “Brownies, bro! I bet she’d love my brownies.”

Steve chuckled. “You are more than welcome to ask. Just know she might still say no.”

Argyle smiled his dopey smile. “Never offended by that.”

They finished cleaning and went back downstairs to find that the usual piles were divided differently.

El, Max, and Nancy were doing each other’s nails. While Argyle, Robin and Jonathan were discussing weed in a corner. Mike and Will were snuggled up together as were Erica, Lucas, and Dustin.

“You know I always wondered about that night,” Eddie said. “Why you and Lucas weren’t snuggled up like you usually were.”

Max scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It’s the whole reason for this little guide I’m forcing myself to sit through.”

“What happened?”

She put her head in her hands. “I thought we were on again and he did not.”

“He is an oblivious jock, though right?” Eddie grimaced.

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize how much until that night,” Max said with a small whine of frustration. “He said that it was great how we had remained friends after Vecna and then asked me if I was dating anyone at the time.”

Eddie rubbed his eye. “Are you serious?”

“As Vecna.”

“Ouch.”

“Looks like it’s just you and me, big boy,” Eddie said looking around the room at all the different groups. When Steve didn’t reply, he backtracked, “Unless you want to hang out with Robin and the stoner boys?”

Steve’s head snapped up. “No, no. She looks like she’s having fun. I’d be happy to be your puppy partner.”

Eddie groaned. “Can you not say it like that?”

“Snuggle buddy?” Steve suggested. “Snug bugs? Puddle pals?”

Eddie shoved him playfully. “Knock it off, man.”

“Oh,” Steve said with a wicked gleam. “I see how it is. Maybe I will join one of the other piles. You think Mike will mind if I join him and Will?”

Eddie laughed. “Only if you want to be murdered in your sleep.”

Steve winked. “So I guess that means you’re stuck with me.”

Eddie bit his lip nervously. “I have an idea!” He walked over to the girls.

“Hello, ladies,” he greeted warmly. “May I inquire if you have any black polish among your bounteous plethora of polishes?”

El lit up. “Yes, I have three kinds in fact.” She went digging for them. “I have glitter midnight, death becomes her, and blackest black.”

She held them up for him to see. He looked at each one carefully and chose blackest black.

“Now, my fairest maiden,” Eddie said. “I need a blue for Stevie.”

Steve, Nancy and Max all stared at him in shock.

“You’re going to paint Steve’s nails?” Max asked.

Eddie nodded. “And he’s going to paint mine.”

El giggled. “That’s sooo cute. I have just the color.” She opened a small drawer in her kit and pulled out a sparkling dark blue.

Eddie kissed her forehead. “It’s perfect Supergirl.”

El blushed. “You’re welcome. Have fun.”

Eddie sat down cross-legged from Steve and set the two bottles down between them.

“Can’t have a sleepover without painting your nails and talking about boys,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve laughed. “All right, Eds. You got me there.”

“I thought I would paint yours first, so you can watch me do it,” Eddie said. “And then you can do mine.”

Steve nodded and let Eddie take his right hand.

“Judd Nelson or Rob Lowe?” Eddie asked, delicately painting the thumb nail first.

“Ooh,” Steve said. “Going straight for the bad boys. Robert Downey Jr.”

Eddie looked up at him and tsked. “Wasn’t an option, but interesting.”

Steve laughed and Eddie swatted him. “Stop moving.”

“Sorry,” Steve said, but he was grinning unrepentantly.

“And people say I’m a menace,” he mumbled under his breath.

Steve leaned in close. “Oh, you absolutely are. But I’ll let you in on a secret. So am I.”

Eddie blushed.

They continued to banter back and forth about their favorite actors and singers.

“You take that back!” Eddie protested.

Steve tapped the back of his hand. “Don’t move!” Eddie stopped struggling. “And I didn’t say it was a bad thing you look like John Bon Jovi, I was just making an observation.”

“His sound,” Eddie murmured, “I wouldn’t even deign to call it music, is trash Steve. Literal trash.”

Steve laughed. “Well there you go, menace. All done.”

Eddie held his hands up and admired them. “Not bad, Stevie. Not bad at all.”

“Not as good as yours,” Steve said softly, ducking his head.

“True, but since this was your first time, you did one hell of a job.”

El came over. “Can I see?”

Steve handed her back her bottles of nail polish and then showed her his hands.

“Eddie did a wonderful job,” she said with a gentle smile. “It makes your hands very pretty.”

“Thanks, El,” he said kissing her cheek.

Eddie showed her his and she nodded. “A couple of mistakes but an easy fix.” She went back over to her kaboodle and got out another bottle and a Q-tip. She scooted back over to Steve and Eddie.

“Here’s what you can do when you accidentally paint outside the nail,” El said and dipped the Q-tip into the bottle.

It smelled horrible. She picked up Eddie’s hand gingerly brushed the sides of the nail where Steve had missed and then it was gone, looking for all the world like Steve hadn’t fucked it up.

Steve picked up the bottle and read the label. “Polish remover?”

El nodded. “It’s great for touch ups or when you want a new color.”

“You’re the best El,” Eddie said with a dimpled grin.

She smiled shyly and went back to Max and Nancy.

And if that night found Eddie and Steve holding hands in their sleep, no one noticed. Or at least cared enough to mention it.

“You smooth mother fucker!” Max said. “It was all an excuse to get Steve to hold your hand for long periods of time!”

Eddie laughed. “It worked, didn’t it?!”

“There is no way Lucas is going to let me paint his nails to hold hands,” she said bitterly.

He shrugged. “So bake bread or make cookies. Something that requires your hands. Like I keep saying, your jock is going to be different, but you find things that work for you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered darkly. “What happens once he gets use to hand holding?”

Part 5 Part 6

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[gailsfrog]

Random puzzevisoion rant on todays episode (idk titles lol)

BRUhhHh todays episode was bonkerss- Right off the back we got mr puzzles beeing all goofy then >:C Mario lol the poor guy just needs a freind- anyway mr puzzles with brain rot- and the kids are just crazy- there possesed acting af-

ISTG THIS SCENE MADE NE DIEE HAHAAHA- New smg4 thing. all of the best villans ride goofy ahh cars HAHA-

Bruh Puzzles is real for that tho- just at the thought of the brainrot crap and ppl saying all that STUFF in school my brain cells man- id be mad too puzzles-

MR PUZZLES LOOSING IT- and calling a kid a fat F@#k also mr puzzles new face is giveing me Smiler vibes-

LIKE BRUh- same smile- and creepyness- i was fr so suprised to see that puzzles got a new >:C face.

Then Mr. Puzzles crying/manicaly crazy laugh cry (?) at the end just was so sad- as a big fan of this dam TV its sad to see him like this :/ BUT THE SONG IN THE BACKGROUND IS SOO GOOD- im a huge fan of the oldschool songs or just ones with creepy vibes lol (usualy putting the dimond city radio on from fallout 4 on for older music lol) i typed the lyrics to it in youtube a few times alot of them were weird modern ones :/ but this is the closest one i found lol https://youtu.be/BXR1tZhEcHE :0 idk if it will work for yall if not the video is called Chick Bullock - Hummin' To Myself and it now lives rent free in my music playlist :0

Also MICKY MOUSE!?!?!!??! ither yalls jellous of puzzles fans, hes gonna be like Mr. Yeest from IGBP since smg4 and puzzles are similar like that- SOMETHING CRAZYS GONA HAPPEN- its like a huge ass plot twist like BRUH IS THAT MICKY MOUSE?!?!? LMAO- were ither gonna get an episode next sat abt mr puzzles haveing another reason/going after the SMG4 crew/Leggy and Mario or a wendsday vid thats like Oh BTW ima kill yall in 72 hours theres a carnaval in town or smthn crazy with Micky and Mr pUzlles lmao or were not gong to get WOTFI untuil begining of October :/ because they gotta have time to let people dicide chalanges and enough time to get a ton of them and a large variety/push out the lore/arc episodes for the chalanges

AnYwAyyyyy bak to watching puzzlevision- i might draw puzzles or some other comic idk yet- :)

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Monday evening all :) Ewww an Ashley episode. Such a bummer after the last episode haha Not a ton of Chenford content but what we do get is good. There is a case involved but they're not in it enough to analyze anything. Oh also this ep is the intro of Chris so double eww. This episode is just one giant display of why Ashley and Chris aren't meant for either of them. But we knew that already didn't we? Let’s get started eh?

4x10 Heart Beat

Start our episode off with why Ashley isn’t right for Tim. Hit the ground running and the reasons are plentiful. First off Tim doesn’t even think to make Ashley anything. This is all for Kojo. Which I friggin love btw. The animal lover in me adores how spoiled Kojo is. Also imma need some more of this pup in S6. You hear me writers? I need this dog back. Ashley says she’s not a breakfast person but still the least romantic morning ever. They are very early in their dating period and its pretty tame. The way he moves around her. No intimacy at all. Avoiding her as he makes his way over to Kojo’s bowl.

Shows more affection towards his dog than her haha It’s the complete opposite of Tim and Lucy in 5x20. Where there is zero space, lots of touching, flirting and food to be had. Can't keep their hands off each other. The blahness that is Ashley is prominent in this opening scene. Also her judgy tone when she mentions that’s what he gets? If I was dating a man who took that good of care of his dog? I would be a goner. But this is Ashley so….

She is far too vapid for Tim. I looked up the definition of that word to reinforce my point. “Offering nothing that is stimulating or challenging.” If that isn’t the definition of their relationship and her as a character idk what is. Tim has found the very opposite from Lucy in Ashley. She is blah, doesn’t challenge him in any way and definitely doesn’t stimulate him whatsoever. All things he gets from Lucy. Interesting...Almost like he shouldn't be dating her....

She continues down her ‘Why she is wrong for Tim path' When she is afraid/doesn’t like Kojo. I already didn’t like her but this didn’t help her case. If I was dating someone and they didn’t like my dog?Goodbye sir. Twas fun while it lasted LOL Maybe it’s the protective dog person in me but I can not stand her first thought being ‘dangerous’ with Kojo. Just because he didn’t like her at first. Tim telling her he took him in cause Lucy couldn’t keep him.

He tries to help her adjust to him but she isn't about it. Just wants to leave. To me if my dog doesn’t like you that is far more telling than anything else IMO. Dogs have a good sense of people so this would’ve been telling to me as a dog owner. Ashley was already on my 'I don’t like you list.' But the not liking Kojo part plummets her to the very bottom…Also watching Tim with Kojo is ovary explosion for me. Way he pets him and loves on him. My heart. That's his kid.

We join our couple in their shop. Lucy asks how it’s going with Ashley? Tim says good but there was some weirdness this morning. Tim mentions he thinks she doesn’t like Kojo. Lucy’s reaction cracks me up. She could not be more telling when she says 'So you broke up with her? Thats too bad….I liked her…’ 'Lying liar. You know she was hoping he did. We all want that.

The way he loves that dog it actually would make sense. To Lucy as well her not liking Kojo is another strike against her anyways. It’s a valid response to anyone who is a pet owner really. Unfortunately we are stuck with her for a long while. Bleh. My dislike for her is very strong. Because she is everything he doesn’t need or want.

Tim says since when? Knowing she has never liked her. That Lucy had been giving him crap cause she’s a lifeguard ha I mean I can't say I blame her. I would too. Her sarcasm continuing with her reply. Fairly certain none of us considered it a career until Ashley came into the picture. Tim defends the training she had to go through. That it was rigorous training at the fire academy. Trying to make her job sound more prestigious than it is in just the name alone. Lucy doesn’t press it further and says my bad with a smile even though I think she is still secretly judging her LOL

Lucy has such a dog-mom moment here. I love it so very much. As she states his full name above LOL I bet you she has supplied that boy with many chew toys he’s destroyed. Makes me happy to think of Lucy going over to Tim's just to deliver treats and toys for their shared fur-child. Seriously going to need some couple moments with him in S6. It's a crime we haven't gotten them yet.

Lucy's transparency continues when she tells Tim 'Clearly Ashley has to go.' If only it was that easy. Saying it’s a moot point if she doesn’t like Kojo. Now anyone can see she isn’t right for him. The person who knows him the best? Can see it from a mile away the multiple reasons Ashley isn’t right for Tim. So might as well cut this off right now in her opinion. The look they share haha Even when talking about his relationship they are flirty af. So married in their disposition with one another. I love it. Also he's not really disagreeing with her...

Lucy ends up getting a phone call and it’s Ashley… She is confused but intrigued by this phone call. Idk how the hell she got her number. LOL Now you know Lucy is in love with Tim when she gives such solid advice to Ashley. It’s the way she talks about Kojo being like Tim. Girl is so gone for him. Something she continually tries to suppress this entire season. Like she is warding it off really.

Ashley tells her she likes Tim but she’s scared of his dog. Asking why she gave him away? Asking if he was too aggressive? Ugh I hate her animal ignorance so much. Maybe it’s because been I've been in dog world for over a decade but I cannot stand her going right to ‘aggressive.’ Lucy defends her boy says 'No! Not at all. He just wasn’t meant for her living situation.'

Lucy asks if she doesn’t like dogs? Secretly hoping she says yes heh Ashley tells she had a bad experience once. Lucy empathizes and says she gets it. Goes on to say Kojo is the sweetest guy. It’s here we see her switch over to gushing about Tim. It’s the way she’s looking at Tim in Grey’s office that gets me. As she explains how Kojo is just like Tim. Careful Lucy your feelings are showing.

He’s big, gruff, and a whole lot of bark but underneath is a sweetheart. I mean Tim is for HER. Let’s get that clear first. Tim is only soft for Lucy. I adore her helping out in this situation though. She didn't have to but it's Lucy. If Ashley could see how she was looking at Tim. She might feel a little threatened. Not only that but her deep knowledge of Tim. Might catch on she’s just the littlest bit in love with him lol But then 4x12 happens later on so.... How she didn’t break up with Tim after that display idk. So maybe she wouldn’t put 2 and 2 together.

I'm giving her too much credit haha Lucy speaks from a place of love about him. She probably has no idea how she is coming off but it's so obvious. Clearly not talking about Kojo in that tone. She loves that good boy but loves his owner more. Lucy tells her to talk to Tim about it. Ashley replies no that she’s not going to make him pick between her or his dog. That there is a whole genre of country songs about that. Before Lucy can defend Tim more or why she should Ashley cuts the convo off and says good night. Awkward…

It’s then we meet friggin Chris Sanford. *glares* The epitome of meh. Earlier in the ep they arrested young boy dealing drugs. He is one of James’s newest mentees. Lucy being the empathetic soul she is cites him out on a lower charge. That way he gets a fighting chance with James to turn his life around. Just has to attend his court date and such. Very kind thing of her to do for this young man.

He comes in like a mega douche. Instant dislike for his character for how he comes at Lucy. Trying to shame her for citing him out like she did. Calling her naive and basically being an absolute asshat. Lucy CRUSHES him in her reply above. I dislike Chris so very much so this was glorious to watch. Tim Bradford doesn’t stand a chance most days against her. You think your puny ass with 4 months of experience had a chance of winning that argument? What a putz…

Lucy catches Tim in the parking garage before he leaves. Ah this glorious place where all our wonderful moments occur. Lucy tells him it was Ashley who called her earlier. Gotta love how open she is with Tim always. As usual Lucy is toeing the line of personal boundaries with him. Possibly overstepping by bringing this up. But that’s kind of their thing.

Also like to note how telling it is that Ashley felt more comfortable coming to Lucy and not her BF about this. That she didn’t think he would listen to her but Lucy would. Because well she did. Lucy does get the other side of the story with Kojo. That is not a dislike but bad experience on her end. Which to be fair is valid when you’ve had a bad experience with a dog. Now that being said I still dislike so very much.

What I’m trying to get at here is Lucy interpreted this as Tim not fulling listening to Ashley’s concern. It’s not surprising Tim gets a little hard headed about things. Especially things he loves. So he’s instantly defensive about said things. I’m the same way. Lucy knows this about him. Which is why they’re having this conversation. So she can bring his attention to it in way only she can. Because Tim actually listens to Lucy. This scene really is more about their bond than his issue with Ashley. How Lucy is the only one who can ever get through to Tim. Her super power really.

He doesn’t listen to anyone the way he listens to Lucy. Especially when she is doling out advice for him. This is a kindness she is doing for him. Letting him know one his GF called her and two the reason behind it. That she is scared and he needs to listen to her about it. Tim shrugs it off like it’s nothing. Which you can see Lucy is a little taken aback with. How instantly shut off he is to this conversation. But like i said earlier he is defensive about things he loves. He LOVES that dog.

This is their dance with advice he is defensive or dismissive at first. Then it sinks in and he truly listens to what she is telling him. She may not like Ashley. (None of us do..) But she would be remiss not to share her opinion on this with him. Tim instead of thanking her for the advice deflects. Because well Tim. Asking why she is so invested in his love life? Asking with a little smile some sass in that question of his. Also gauging what her reaction will be. He is truly curious.

It is interesting how his love life is the only one she intercedes in. Not Nolan or any of his. She didn’t with Jackson for either of his love interests. Just Tim. Because that shows the level of importance this man has gained in her life. Saw some parallels to this moment and 2x03. When she was trying to pair Tim up with Rachel. How Lucy once again is involved in his love life. It’s true that she just wants him to be happy.

Also Tim’s interest in why she is interested in his love life is far different than 2x03. He didn’t question it then. Just thought it was apart of their bet. In S4 he is a lot more aware. Like I said in the last review their bond and their awareness of each other is far stronger than it was in S2. He is so genuinely curious why she is so invested in it?

They’ve had a lot of intimate moments and work flirts since 4x01. Tim can feel the shift that has happened between them. So it makes him curious why she is helping him like she is? Lucy does some deflecting of her own for his question. Saying she doesn’t want to drive around on patrol while he is moping around about this girl. He is so offended by her saying this it's so funny. That if he likes this girl he should listen to her. It’s funny all the things she’s telling him to do with Ashley he naturally does with her. Funny old world lol

Tim’s reply back cracks me up. Saying when has he ever moped? That he doesn’t even know how to. Oh but you do my love. You perfect it in S5. While you pine for her while she is still with Chris the putz. But ok sure you don’t know how. His eye roll is so damn funny Eric always crushes it when he does this. Her little Mmhmm as she walks away smirking. Has this man wrapped around her finger. She drives him insane and Tim absolutely loves it.

Tim follows through on Lucy’s advice and listens to Ashley’s fears. Really Lucy extended this relationship when it was destined to fail. But she cares so much about Tim and his happiness she gave him solid advice. This bit made me chuckle. Saying Kojo needs to be bossed around a little to listen. heh. Just like daddy. There's a reason he only listen's to Lucy.

Kojo being just like Tim of course he needs a strong woman to boss him around to listen. I wouldn't call Ashley strong but she got the idea. I mean that scene in the parking garage kinda a parallel to this one in that regard. Doesn’t listen at first then eventually comes around when they're bossed around ha. Not a ton in this ep for them. Solid moments nonetheless. Sadly we are saddled with a Chris and Ashley for a little while. But we get tons of goodies between all that so it helps.

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Side notes- non Chenford

I do love James and Wes starting up their bromance. They cute.

Thank you to all who continually support these reviews. Your likes, comments and reblogs make it all worth it. See you Wednesday with 4x11 :)

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Finding Each Other-Chapter 6

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Whenever Clark needed to clear his head, he did one of two things. He either flew or find a crime to stop. Both allowed him to clear his mind and focus on the task at hand instead of what was consuming him at the moment: Bruce. He was able to bury his thoughts on telling Bruce about the baby (since he doesn’t know if there is a baby or not yet). However, he had begun to worry about his upcoming date with Bruce. He didn’t know what Bruce’s income was, but he knew that he had to be making millions to afford the mansion he lived in. 

How can you impress a man who seems to have everything?

As Clark flew around Metropolis in his Superman costume, he came across a foe to keep his mind from spiraling: Livewire. She had an edge over most of his other rogues. She was made of pure electricity which made fighting her in hand-to-hand combat very difficult. After fighting with her for about an hour, he was finally able to subdue her by opening up a fire hydrant and spraying water at her. As he tied her up and was about to fly away with her, he looked around and felt the color from his face drain. 

Dammit, I didn’t realize that in pursuing her that we entered Gotham. Bats is touchy about metas being here without his permission. 

Clark sighed. He didn’t want a confrontation with the man. He suddenly heard police sirens coming his way. He decided to leave Livewire tied up by a pole for the Gotham police to take care of her and then flew up out of sight to the roof of the nearest building so he could watch to make sure the police were able to transfer her safely. 

After he landed on the roof and situated himself, he heard someone say excitedly, “Hey Superman!”

He quickly looked behind him and up to see that Robin was waving at him from a platform on the roof. Clark kept a passive face, but internally, he was trying to control his breathing. 

Kid nearly scared the crap out of me. I didn’t sense him at all.

Robin smiled and did a double backflip from the platform. 

Clark smiled. 

The kid is definitely impressive and has tons of skills. 

Robin beamed at Clark and exclaimed, “It is awesome to see you hear. Are you here to work a case?” Robin started bouncing up and down and asked excitedly, “If so, can we work with you?”

Clark chuckled at Robin’s enthusiasm and said, “Maybe some other time. I just caught Livewire.” Clark looked down to the street where he had left Livewire and saw that the police were putting her in custody. Clark breathed a sigh of relief and said, “It looks like the police are transferring her now so I will be going soon.”

Robin pouted and said, “No fair. I always wanted to work together.”

Clark chuckled as he ruffled Robin’s hair which caused him to laugh.

“Maybe another time sport. Besides, I am still not too sure how keen your boss is about working together.”

Suddenly, a lower gravel voice said, “You could also ask instead of staying in suspense.”

Clark nearly had to hold back a yelp. He gradually turned around to see Batman staring at him. 

What is it with these two and stealth? They can give a person a heart attack on how silently they move.

Clark forced a smile on his face even though he was internally worried that two people had gotten past his spatial awareness. 

“I hope that I am not stepping on any toes. I know your no metas rule, but the battle against one of my rogues led me here. Now that the police have them, I was just about to leave.”

Batman nearly smirked but quickly changed his face back to passive. Clark frowned at the quick subtlety.

Does he find me being here funny?”

Batman stared at Clark for a moment and then asked, “Do you know why I have the no meta rule?”

Clark looked at him hesitantly for a moment and said, “No.”

Batman moved a little closer to Clark and said, “I love Gotham with every fiber of my being, but it is one of the most corrupt places in the United States. Do you know how corruption instilled itself here?”

Clark shook his head. 

Batman took another step forward and said, “Power. People use power to not only abuse others but force them to bend to their will. It is bad enough when ordinary people do this, but if metas got involved and used their powers in the situation…it can lead to chaos.”

Superman frowned and said, “I get what you mean. However, not all metas are like that. Some like me just want to help people and make a difference in society.”

Batman stared at him for a moment and said, “I know that there are good metas out there, but sometimes power has a way of sinking its teeth in even the most noble of people and bringing out their inner monster.”

Clark raised an eyebrow and asked, “Isn’t that being a little cynical?”

Batman took another step forward to where they were within inches of each other. As much as Clark wanted to flinch, he kept his ground. 

Batman stared at Clark a moment before sighing and said, “The former district attorney, Harvey Dent, used to be the White Knight Gotham not only needed but craved. He was hard on organized crime, and had started to make a dent in the city, but then….” Batman’s face grew solemn for a couple of seconds. He shook his head and schooled his face back to passive and said, “Then he changed to a person that I don’t recognize anymore. It is disheartening, to say the least.”

Clark stared at him baffled. He had never seen Batman display any emotion beyond anger and discontentment. He also focused on the words, “…changed to a person that I don’t recognize anymore.”

I wonder if he knew Harvey Dent personally. If he did, that had to be traumatizing to see someone you care for become something so unrecognizable. 

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Welcome back to another installment of That '70s Show original scripts - this time we're looking at S2xE23 "Holy Crap!"

Special shoutout to my hubby, who put this in my stocking for Christmas 😘 (The cast signatures are a reprint, but still very cool!!) There were not a ton of changes to this episode, but as always, read on for my summary.

The first change is this cut line from Eric after Red's story about his destroyer going down during the war. Eric (feebly) starts a comeback, but decides against it. 🤣

The next cut moment is Eric talking to God on the driveway when he and Laurie decide to ditch church. Also: 😂

The dialogue between the guys in the next scene at The Hub is slightly different, though the scene ends up in the same place:

The ending of this scene is different. After Kitty tells them "if you want to spend eternity doing laps in a lake of fire, that's your choice!", Red tells the kids their mother is right. And that they should sit down and watch the Brewers game and think about it. 😂

There are two small changes in this scene: Eric's cut line - "Hey, you're both right" - and Donna calling Kelso 'Michael' 😵‍💫

This cut line was funny - after Hyde's eloquent rant about his views on organized religion and why he doesn't participate/attend church, Eric says, "Yeah, that's what I meant. That and the tie thing."

There is this cut (mini) Eric/Donna moment: Bob thinks Eric should be at church, confessing to his dirty, dirty sins. 😂 His comment annoys Donna.

And this one, too! Donna says 'hi' to Eric when they get to heaven 😂🥰

Red and Kitty's conversation here is a little different. Kitty says Eric is 'living like a rock star' because he's sleeping with the next door neighbor and not going to church *lmao*. Red seems to disagree - he has a cut line about Eric being seventeen, and starting to make his own decisions.

In the Circle, Eric continues to freak out/disassociate. 🤣

Then there's this cut moment between Donna and Jackie 👀

Jackie makes it clear she's not taking/hearing Donna's well-intentioned advice to avoid Kelso after he's cheated on her, and claims "now she has to go sleep with him". Donna calls her "dumb - and not regular dumb, like cheerleader dumb".

(I'm personally glad this exchange was cut. Both the Jackie sleeping with Kelso line, and Donna's comment - although I can understand her frustration!)

Finally, there are two short cut scenes at the end.

In the episode, the last scene is in the Forman living room. Kitty excitedly yells, "Ha! C'mon everybody, the Formans are going to church!"

In the script, the next scene cuts to the Formans and Pinciottis in church, presumably right after that.

Then there's this cut Leo/Pastor Dave duet, which was supposed to be the credits scene.

I feel robbed!!! I want to see these two characters singing Godspell, damnit! 🤣😂

That's all she wrote, folks! Thanks for reading along for another one with me, your host, @thatseventiesbitch 😊

Other Scripts I've Posted:

S2xE20 "Kiss of Death" S2xE22 "Jackie Moves On" S2xE26 "Moon Over Point Place" S5xE21 "Trampled Under Foot" S7xE8 "Angie"

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You Were Marked: Day Twenty.

pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C    

word count: 8.2K 

chapter summary:  Din dreams, and Marathel surrenders. 

warnings:  crap tons of angst, mention of blood and injury, violence to women, rape, rape aftermath, non-con sexual situations, sexual situations, suicide ideation, allusion to drug use, description of medical procedures, English and Mando’a cursing 

***Please feel free to comment, kvetch, or otherwise speak your mind about my work. ***     

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Din and Grogu were still on their way to Nevarro to meet with Karga. Grogu was cuddled on Din’s lap on the captain’s chair in the cockpit, and they were currently watching a holovid of what Din considered to be one of the gentlest of rom-coms in his collection.  The story was simple enough: a Zabrak fellow, who was the awkward social pariah in his youth was found to be quite desirable by the hoity-toity former beauty-queen Twi’lek once they were adults.  The two connected because they’d had kids who became playmates, and the children naturally conspired to bring their parents into a relationship.  Eventually, the Zabrak discovered that the former beauty queen been overcompensating for a rough childhood, and the Twi’lek discovered that looks weren’t everything, but character and kindness mattered more. 

Din would have told anyone who asked that the reason for watching this holo was because the story was light-hearted and child-friendly, so it was appropriate for Grogu to watch.  Din had looked up some children’s holos on the sub-ether and had found them to be irritating in the extreme, and he’d rather Grogu watch people behaving decently rather than animated, dancing, shiny space whales singing about shab knew what. 

The real reason for watching the sappy rom-com, though, was an attempt by Din to clear his head and heart of whatever ugliness was within that was causing him to have those dreams he’d had lately.  The dream of him savaging Marathel as she lay in the stream was apparently only the first in a series.  That same sleep cycle, he’d dreamed that he was aggressively fucking her up against a wall. He was pulling her hair with one hand and gripping her jaw viciously with the other, all the while growling “Look at me!”, and she’d finally managed to break loose of his hold, swiping her nails across the bite wound as she screamed “LET ME GO!”  That time, after he’d awoken to another throbbing hard-on, he locked himself in the fresher again, where he harshly rubbed one out, without lubricant, in a vague attempt to punish himself.  After, he’d changed the dressing on the bite wound, and the infection was worse.  He also felt chilled and achy, making him wonder if he caught a cold while on Coruscant.  Running around in the rain, doing a bunch of high-energy high-stress shenanigans, losing my socks, shouldn’t wonder.  Haar’chak. 

The holo ended.  Grogu pointed at the screen, looked up at Din, and said, “Patu Mama!” 

“Patu Mama?  I’m not a Zabrak, you know that.  Mama is not a Twi’lek.  We’re both human.  You, ad’ika, on the other hand, we have no kriffing clue.” 

“Mama!  Mama, Mama!” cried Grogu, slapping his hands on Din’s armorless chest, and Din grunted as the boy inadvertently hit the bite-mark. 

Din took the boy’s little hand in his, gently rubbing the tiny knuckles with his gloved thumb.  “There’s nothing new to tell you. Fennec probably just got back to Mama, and the see-kit doctors are helping her.”  Grogu pouted, his ears drooping.  “I know, little guy.”  Din sighed.  “I wish I could make this whole process go faster.” Grogu grumbled his little chatter. “Seriously, do you think I’m doing the right thing?  Or is this plan of mine insane?”  Grogu shrugged.  “You’re a big help.  Okay, get off me, let’s get you something to eat.” 

After reconstituting some dried meat and a ration bar for Grogu, Din made himself a hot mug of bone broth, which made him feel a little better.  He sent off a holotext to Karga, outlining his intentions, hoping that Karga would start with his request, without a bunch of damn questions.  Karga was too nosy for his own good. 

Din wanted to reach out to Fennec, but he knew that was unwise.  He was still surprised that they’d run into each other on Coruscant as they’d had.  That meant that wherever Marathel was, she must have been close.  Oh, how he missed her.  He hoped she was responding to whatever treatment they were giving her, that she was not in pain, that they’d figure out how to make her stop bleeding, for Frith’s sake.  Din tried to not feel jealous of the time that Cobb was able to spend with her: he got to see her feeling well, in good spirits, having fun at the damn market.  Din also knew Cobb well enough that he knew Cobb probably got a little more than familiar with her — holding her hand, putting an arm around her, possibly more, that flirting son of a bitch.  Well, I’ll be putting an end to that soon.  Leaning back in his chair, he hoped that Marathel was getting better … and perhaps thinking of him. 

Marathel was thinking about Din at that moment, although she didn’t want to.  Certainly not while she was in this position.  Marathel was still in the chair, but she was not immobilized against the blinding flashing light.  Instead, she was now lying back with her knees up towards her armpits, exposed, open, as Cieroprac did … something to her, working to repair some of the damage done by the Dilimgau.  She couldn’t feel pain, but she felt the pressure of instruments and heard the quiet murmuring of Cieroprac talking to Eliadu, who was assisting her.   

Eliadu had continued to try to dissuade Marathel from only repairing the damage.  Marathel knew that she meant well, but Eliadu couldn’t possibly understand just how devastated she was.  The knowledge she now had, when put up against what she knew and experienced, made everything so clear to her.  There was no possibility, no chance of Din’s happiness with her.  She had nothing, was nothing, was so completely unworthy of someone like the armor-clad Mandalorian. 

She only hoped he would someday forgive her.  At the very least, he could forget her.  And Grogu was young: he could easily forget her as well.  Marathel would rather be forgotten than live with their contempt. 

Marathel suddenly sobbed.  Eliadu looked up at her, asking, “Are you in pain, Marathel?  We can put you to sleep, if you want.”  Marathel shook her head, fighting back her tears.  “We’re almost done here; then it’s just a few more tests.”  

“Where is Fennec?” 

“She is out … we put her in touch with someone to create an identity for you, so you can leave here.” 

“Identity?” 

“It’s something we all must have.  We call it an ID.” 

“Eye-Dee?  I don’t understand.” 

“It’s basically proof that you are who you say you are. It’s mostly so you can travel to certain places,” said Eliadu. 

“But I don’t want to go anywhere except back to Unmanarall.” 

Eliadu smiled indulgently.  “Well, it’s one of those facts of life we all have to live with for now.” 

Marathel sighed.  Then the pressure inside her became unbearable for a moment.  Cieroprac quietly apologized while her instruments continued to push around.  “You’re doing great, Marathel,” she said. 

“I just want this to be over,” whimpered Marathel.   

Eliadu put her hand on Marathel’s ankle, giving it a gentle squeeze.   “Won’t you reconsider reconstruction?” 

“No.” 

Cieroprac said, “I think I’m done here.  You will be sore for a while.  You will also still bleed for some time while you heal.  Hopefully it will only seem like an extra monthly period to you; I’ll get you a supply of absorbent pads to wear.   I also recommend a dilator with antibiotic suppositories; this would have been easier if you responded positively to bacta.” 

“What is this bacta everyone speaks of?” Marathel asked. 

“It’s a universal healing fluid; it can be used both internally and externally.  For some reason, you’re part of the tiny percentage that it doesn’t work on,” said Cieroprac as she moved herself and her instruments out from under Marathel. 

Eliadu began moving the large chair so that Marathel was in a regular sitting position.  “We don’t know if that’s an aberration particular to you, or if it’s genetic — your people may not respond to it either.” Marathel shrugged.  “What will you do, when you go back … home?”  Marathel did not respond.  “You live alone, away from your people, don’t you?  You don’t plan to go back to them?” 

Marathel shuddered.  “My people were the ones who did this to me.  I will … I will continue to live on my own.” 

“But why would you want to go back?  It would seem that you have new people who care deeply for you.  Why would you deny them the pleasure of having you with them?” 

“This is how it must be.”  This is the way.  Marathel knew they didn’t believe her.  What they thought didn’t matter.  The only opinion she really cared about was the Bounty Hunter’s … but there was nothing he’d be able to do or say to make her change her mind.  At least, that was what she kept telling herself. 

The chair was adjusted enough to allow Marathel to close her legs, her hip joints making loud popping noises.  Oh, she was sore.  She shifted a bit to lean forward, and she felt a deep ache, not unlike the cramping that came with her cycles when she had them, which was irregular and seldom.  Cieroprac was showing her the dilator device and explaining how to use it, making Marathel distinctly uncomfortable. She wanted to never think of that part of her again.  It had been a source of misery to her for most of her life, and the lives of every woman she knew.  Even though she’d recently had fleeting moments of ecstasy, of fulfillment, the pain and degradation far outweighed any pleasure she had ever received.   

Thinking of physical pleasure brought her mind back to Din —think of him as the Bounty Hunter again, Marathel, it will make leaving him easier, she thought to herself. 

And what of Grogu?  How can you ever forget him?  How can you even think of leaving him? 

It will kill me.  And even then, better so. 

Fennec, meanwhile, was ready to lose her shit.  

There were now so many things she’d rather be doing than dealing with government officials on behalf of a woman-child while running around an Imp ship crawling with who knew how many Imp sympathizers.  Preferable activities included pulling bantha-pups from a pregnant female in the Dune Sea, or possibly getting her cyber-implants replaced while still conscious and juggling vibro-blades. 

Fennec had managed to get some initial identification started for Marathel, naming her as a refugee from Jakuu.  That was far enough away in the opposite direction that no one would bother checking up on it.  There were enough nameless souls in the galaxy without ID that another would hardly matter.  The problem here was that Marathel would require a chip before she could leave this station.  Getting a chip would be more difficult, for that required an interview with the person in question, and Marathel could barely handle asking for a damned cup of tea, much less being questioned by Imps.  This was allegedly a Republic station, but in reality, it was still an Imp-friendly stronghold.  And Imps were big on ID chips.   

Fennec was heading back when she remembered that Marathel also had nothing to wear.  She sought out a clothing shop, but there wasn’t a lot of choice in Marathel’s size.  Din had made a point of nothing blue; unfortunately, Fennec could only get two shirts and two pairs of pants that would fit Marathel , and they were all different shades of dark blue.  Another reason to hate Imps, thought Fennec.  All a bunch of skinny bitches.  Fennec also purchased some undergarments as well as a soft pair of slippers that would do until they got back to Tatooine.  As she paid for these, Fennec impulsively added a light scarf of yellow that had dark orange threads shot through it, hoping it would cheer Marathel.  Cripes.  Now she’s got me doing it, Fennec thought with an exasperated smile.  She liked Marathel, she honestly did.  Marathel was delightful — when she wasn’t miserable — and Fennec only wished that they had met under different circumstances.  Perhaps we could have double dated.  Fennec chuckled.  And brought Cobb along as a fifth wheel.  Fennec laughed to herself at that one as she headed back to Marathel, now in a better frame of mind. 

Marathel stood in the fresher, hot water spraying on the top of her head.  If there was something that she would miss from this new part of her life — besides the people she had met, so different from those she’d always known — it was these hot showers.  Bathing water had never been hot enough for her.  Warm water was only for the men and the boys.  Clean water was only for the men and the boys.  They got to take their baths, and then the laundry was done, and then the women got to bathe. Once she began to live on her own, it took a long time before she felt comfortable enough to allow herself to bathe in warm clean water for herself.  But even then, there was no easy way to fill the laundry tub at the old herder’s hut, so it was only a dishpan or the dry sink for her.   

But this, this, the almost too-hot water cascading though her hair in sheets, was bliss.  No one had told her not to waste water here, so Marathel remained in the fresher until her skin turned pink and her muscles were warm.  The room remained steamy long after she’d turned off the water.  The towels she had access to were neither large nor thick, but they sufficed to dry her off until she could wrap her blanket around her.  Oh, I hope I can take this blanket with me.  I’ve never had a blanket this warm and soft.  It’s like a hug.  Marathel indulged herself in a memory of the Bounty Hunter’s arms around her, making her heart ache. 

Someone knocked on the door.  “Marathel?” It was Eliadu.  “Are you done? Fennec is back.”  Marathel hurriedly combed her hair and left the fresher.   

Fennec was standing just outside with a carry bag. “How are you feeling?” asked Fennec, as she looked at Marathel’s pink face. 

Marathel shrugged. “They think they’ve stopped my bleeding.  Cieroprac is making two more sets of injections that I’ll have to administer to myself.  After that, the hope is … I’ll be cured.” 

“Marathel …” Fennec began.  She thought for a few moments, then said, “What about the rest of the women in your Hold who suffer the same thing?” 

“What of them?” 

Fennec frowned.  “Don’t they deserve an opportunity to get this treatment too?” 

Marathel’s eyes closed as she sighed.  “There’s no point.” 

“Marathel … you can’t mean that.” 

“So long as they don’t … become like me, they’ll be all right.  Now, you went … to get me an ID?” 

“Yes.  And I got you some more clothes.  I’m sorry, but all I could find was blue.” 

“That is fine.  I am grateful, Fennec.  Thank you.”  Marathel took the bag and enclosed herself in her room, leaving Fennec on the other side of the door.   

Fennec went back to the treatment room.  Eliadu was cleaning the large chair apparatus, and Cieroprac was inventorying instruments.  “She loves the hot showers,” said Eliadu.  “Once Marathel found out that we had a fresher, it’s been difficult to keep her out of it.”  Fennec smiled wanly.  “She is such a charming and sweet woman, but hell-bent on inflicting her own misery.” 

Fennec sighed.  “I think misery is all she’s ever known.”  Except for maybe seven days.  And now she’s hell-bent on blowing that up. It made Fennec feel sorry for Din and Grogu.   

“We have done what we can for her at the moment.  The rest of her pain resides in her heart.”    

“If only you would tell me …” 

Eliadu shook her head.  “It is not for me to tell.  I betrayed her trust by using an Imp serum to get the information I needed, but once I learned the full truth about her, I knew I couldn’t just blithely pass on what I learned.  I needed to leave her with some dignity.” 

Fennec understood.  She had her own theories about Marathel’s past, and Cobb agreed with her, based on some things that Marathel had said to him.  If it were true, Marathel deserved some dignity. 

Fennec held out the credits, and Cieroprac shook her head.  “It would be too much. The price was for full reconstruction, not the little we did.”  She gave Fennec a new amount. Fennec nodded and adjusted the stack of credits. 

Just then, Marathel slowly came into the treatment room.  She was wearing the blue clothes and slippers and hugging the folded blanket. She had tied the scarf low over her forehead wound, braiding the long ends into her damp hair.  She looked subdued, exhausted, but also healthier, with good color in her cheeks.  Looking at Fennec, she said, “Thank you for the clothes and the scarf, Fennec.  They seem to fit well.”   

Fennec did her best to seem cheerful.  “You’re welcome.  Again, I’m sorry that I could only find blue clothes.” 

Marathel gave a small smile.  “I don’t mind.  I think it’s the Bounty Hunter who dislikes blue.  Blue was the color of my house at the Hold.” 

Fennec frowned.  “House?” 

“House of Bishop,” said Marathel with a shrug.  “Are we able to go now?” Marathel asked Eliadu, “Are we able to leave?  And … may I … keep this blanket?  I like it very much.” 

“Yes, Marathel, of course you may keep the blanket,” replied Eliadu.  “You are also able to leave.  But please, reconsider your plans.  Your heart is already broken, don’t shred it to pieces as well.”  

Marathel remained silent, and then Cieroprac said, “You have the medicines and injections?  And you remember how and when to use them?” 

Marathel nodded.  “I do.  And thank you for what you have done for me.” 

“Marathel,” entreated Eliadu.  “You can be free of your pain.  Do you understand?  You can be free … but you’re the one that has to let it go.” 

Marathel nodded, and said quietly, “I will be.”  She quickly stepped forward and hugged Eliadu.  “Thank you for your kindness.” 

Eliadu, surprised, hugged Marathel back.  “Marathel, thank you for trusting us.  Please remember that where you came from is not who you are.”  Eliadu kissed Maratgel’s cheek.  “You will need more than a blanket to keep you company in this life.” 

Cieroprac added, “Thank you, Marathel, for coming to us.  May you be well.” 

Marathel pulled back from Eliadu, looking at both women, her throat full of tears, second-guessing her decisions and her plans … but then she remembered that where she came from was exactly who she was.  Marathel and Fennec finished their goodbyes and left. 

Shortly after, Fennec was walking at a brisk pace ahead of Marathel.  “Pick it up, Marathel.  We have a way to go to get to the transport, and you also have to get chipped.” 

Marathel, already breathless, said, “Pick what up?  And what is a chip?”  Marathel stopped.  “Please, Fennec, I can’t walk as fast as you.” 

Fennec turned back around to see Marathel, breathing hard, holding on to a direction sign.  “I’m sorry, Marathel, I just want off this station.  I won’t feel safe until we’re both out of here. The ID I tried to get for you is not enough.  You must get an ID chip imbedded, and you must speak to an Imp to get it.” 

Marathel nodded, nervous. “I will do my best.” 

Fennec slowed her pace, and stayed close to Marathel as they made their way to the ID registrar.  Fennec told Marathel what she had initially told the registrar and reminded her of the original story they had planned to tell the Reconstructionists.  “Where is this Jakuu?” asked Marathel. 

“Basically nowhere.” 

“So is Unmanarall.” 

“Yes, but no one has heard of your planet.  Jakuu is at least known in the galaxy.  It’s also essentially populated by nobodies.  It’s a good place to disappear,” said Fennec with a shrug. 

“Why not say I’m from Tatooine?” 

“Because I happen to live there.  I don’t want people potentially following up where I live.”  An office worker called out Marathel’s name.  “Answer their questions, but don’t offer any information,” whispered Fennec. 

Marathel nodded, and she slowly got up to follow the worker through a door and into a small cubicle within a sea of cubicles.  People of all kinds were moving all about Marathel as she sat on the small chair next to the worker’s desk. The worker, a human with shocking purple hair, kept a disinterested look on his face as he tapped on a keypad connected to a large holo screen. After sitting in silence for quite a long time, the worker snapped, “Name?” 

Marathel jumped, startled.  “I’m sorry?” 

“Name?” 

“Marathel,” she replied.   

“How’d you spell that?” asked the worker.  Marathel didn’t respond, and the worker sighed.  “Another one who can’t read.  Fine.  Look at me and pronounce your name slowly.” 

“Mare-ah-thel,” pronounced Marathel. 

“Surname?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

The worker sighed again and rubbed the bridge of his nose.  “Surname.  Family name.  Name of the people you come from.” 

Marathel assumed that the correct answer would be ap Bishop, that was the name of the people she came from, but she had lived the last two-thirds of her life without the name hanging over her, and she refused to have it tied to her now.  “Can I not just … have the name Marathel?  Is that not enough?” 

The worker sighed yet again.  “Lady, I already missed my smoke break.  I gotta fill in the forms like they tell me, because they don’t pay me enough to put up with the grief I’d get if I don’t.   Just give me a kriffing name.  Make up something, I don’t care.” 

Marathel thought briefly of naming herself Belwhyn; it was at least an appropriate descriptor.   But it hurt her heart too much to do that … and she believed that Fennec, and probably the Bounty Hunter, would dislike it.  Marathel also briefly considered ap Olba, as she had been the only true family she had ever known, her mam that wasn’t her mam.  The worker was glaring at her, so she blurted out, “… ap Unmapeth.  That’s my … surname.” 

“Finally.”  The worker tapped for a while on the keypad.  “From Jakuu?” 

“Yes.”  Again, tap-tap-tap.  Marathel clutched her hands together in her lap as she waited for the next question, the interrogation she expected. The machine before her made a beep noise, and a tiny metal grain-shaped object dropped into a tiny plate.   

The worker grabbed the metal grain and dropped it into what looked like a tiny boomer.  “Arm,” the worker said, and Marathel reached out with her right arm, perplexed.  The worker grabbed her arm and placed the tiny boomer against her inner arm, pulling the trigger. 

Marathel felt a deep, painful pinch.  “Ow!  What in Frith ...” 

“Take this to the front desk as you leave, you’re done,” said the worker, waving a small sheet of paper at her.   

“But what was that …” 

“Lady, you’re done.  Go that way.  Dank ferrik, I’m going for a smoke.”  The worker stood and pulled up Marathel by her arm, pushing her towards a desk with a squatty green creature behind it.   

Marathel approached the desk, and the creature, not looking at her, held out a puffy hand.  “Form?”  Marathel placed the piece of paper in the green hand.  The creature tapped on their keypad for a while, and the creature muttered, “Another one from Jakuu with an unpronounceable name. Damn dustfoots, coming here, taking all the jobs …” The creature sighed wetly, drool cascading over the multiple chins. 

“My name is pronounced Marathel ap Unmapeth.” 

“Sure it is.  Arm,” it said, holding out its puffy hand again. 

“Why?” asked Marathel, wary, assuming some other painful thing was about to happen.   

“Arm,” it said again.  Marathel gingerly held out her arm again, noticing the new red area on her injection-marked skin. The creature, after giving Marathel’s arm a withering look, grabbed her arm and placed a black metal cylinder near it, and a holo projection of letters and a flattened image of her face hovered above the black cylinder.  Marathel gasped.  “That you?” asked the creature. 

“I … I guess so.” 

The creature sighed again, rolling three of its five eyes.  Marathel heard the creature mutter, “A kriffing spicehead, too.”  It slapped another paper slip on the desk in front of Marathel.  “Sign here.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Put your mark, whatever, you’re holding up the line.”  Marathel looked down at the paper, bewildered.  The creature finally shoved a pen in her hand, grabbed her arm roughly, and made Marathel scribble something on the slip.  The creature stamped it with a red blotchy image and said, “You’re done.  Next!” 

Marathel stumbled away from the desk and went out the door she had come in. Fennec was sitting in a chair, scowling at a Rodian child who was staring dumbly at her while sucking on a large lolly.    Fennec noticed Marathel and stood.  “Well, that was quicker than I expected.” 

Marathel looked at her arm again.  “I don’t understand what just happened.” 

“You’ve been chipped.  Welcome to modern bureaucracy.  Let’s get out of here; government offices make me itch.” 

As they left the offices, Marathel said, “They only asked my name and where I was from.  Then … I think they put something in my arm.” 

Fennec nodded.  “That’s the chip.  You’ll need it to get on the transport.” 

“But why?” 

“It’s … just the way it is, Marathel. You have to prove you are who you say you are.” 

“My word is not enough?” 

“Not for the Imps,” said Fennec. Seeing Marathel’s face turn to distress, she continued, “Please, Marathel, try to not upset yourself.” 

“They made me create a family name for myself.  They didn’t care what, just that I had one.” 

“Figures.  What did you choose?”  Fennec was assuming that Marathel would take the surname Bishop, based on her suspicions. 

“I thought about Belwhyn, but … I went with ap Unmapeth.”  Marathel sighed.  “I suppose it doesn’t matter, really.  I only need to have this chip to get back to Tatooine, yes?”  Marathel kept stroking her arm, trying to feel where the chip had been injected.  

“What does ap Unmapeth mean?” 

Marathel shrugged.  “Nothing.  Where do we have to go now?” 

“Ship 2.  While I was waiting for you, I hired a cart to take us there.  I wasn’t thinking that you wouldn’t be up to the long walk, Marathel; I’m sorry.” 

Marathel looked downcast.  “I’m sorry I can’t keep up.” 

“Don’t worry; you just need some rest.”  An open driverless droid cart arrived.  Marathel got on with some trepidation, and Fennec tapped in their destination on the little screen in front of them.  The little cart zipped off into a track with many other carts like it.  

Marathel was initially startled by the speed of the cart, but then she said, “Well, this is fun,” surprising Fennec. 

“How are you feeling, Marathel?” 

“This is much better than walking.” 

Fennec frowned; Marathel was deflecting again.  The trip back to Tatooine was not terribly long, and Fennec had gotten them their own private carriage so Marathel could relax in peace, without the stares of strangers.  Fennec hoped that Marathel would be able to talk at length to Din upon their return, now that she seemed better.  She hoped that Din could talk her out of going back to her home planet.  Marathel was rubbing her arm where they injected the chip.  “Leave your arm alone, Marathel.” 

“They called me a dustfoot.  And a spicehead.” 

“Who did?” 

“The people at the ID office.  They were … quite mean.  I don’t know what they called me, but it obviously wasn’t good.” 

Fennec sighed.  “Dustfoot … that’s someone from a desert planet.  It can also mean someone who is … simple, uneducated, usually poor.  It’s just another term to call someone who you think is beneath you.  But then, Cobb calls himself a dustfoot.” 

“So, it has double meanings, like tymffod.  It literally means funnel, but to call a person one, it would mean … asshole.”  This last word, Marathel whispered. 

Fennec laughed.  “Did you ever call Din that?” 

Marathel turned pink.  “Once, but indirectly.  When he puked up my clam stew.” 

“And I bet you make very good clam stew.” 

“I do!  It was delicious. I even made it spicy like he asked for.” 

Oh honey, he was trying as hard to please you as you were him, to the point it made him sick, poor guy.  “Well, that was a tymffoddy thing for him to do.”  Marathel smiled briefly, and then her face returned to sadness. Fennec then said, “A spicehead is someone addicted to spice.  Spice is an illegal drug that is traded and run all over the galaxy.  It has made many people very rich to the detriment of millions of others.  I’m sure the person there saw the injection marks on your arms and made an assumption.  But you’re not a spice addict, so that person’s just stupid.” 

“But they …” 

“Someday you’ll learn, Marathel, that what other people think of you doesn’t matter if you know they’re wrong.  And especially if that person doesn’t care about you, unlike Din, or me, or anyone at the palace.” 

Marathel fell silent.  She knew, deep down, that the green creature didn’t matter.  But she also knew that she was a disgusting monster and would be found repugnant by everyone at the palace who allegedly cared about her, once they finally learned the truth about her … but I have to tell the Bounty Hunter first.  I only hope he will allow me to kiss Grogu goodbye; then he can be repulsed by me forever. 

They got to the transport bay, and Marathel continued to not speak as they went through security.  Marathel held out her arm as requested, her chip was scanned, and they made it onboard with no trouble.  Fennec made a few attempts to engage Marathel in conversation, but she did not respond, and continued to look at the floor, her brow furrowed as if she were deep in thought.  Fennec finally dropped to her knees within Marathel’s line of sight, and gently put her hands on Marathel’s knees.  Marathel started, but still said nothing.  Fennec said, “Marathel, listen to me.  You don’t have to talk but by this Frith you and Din keep mentioning, you will listen to me. 

“Whatever happened to you, whatever happened in your Hold … None of it is your fault.  You are the victim, Marathel.  Don’t judge yourself on what was done to you in that horrible place.  Don’t push Din away because you feel like you’re unworthy.  None of it was your doing! 

“You took yourself into that Hold but doesn’t mean you deserved what those men did to you. Those women got you out because they love you.  Din got you to us because he loves you.  You are some woman, Marathel, you are sweet and kind and smart, and dammit, I like you.  I pretty much hate everyone, but I like you. 

“Whatever you’re thinking by wanting to go back to Unmanarall … stop thinking that.  You’re going to break Din’s heart, and Grogu’s too, and that little boy just started calling you Mama!  And you’re breaking your own heart too. 

“You need help, you need so much help.  You need therapy and care and healing and support.  You can’t get that if you run away.  We will get you that help if you stay with us.  Please, Marathel, don’t go back.  Don’t do this; we care about you so damn much.” 

Marathel didn’t respond.  Fennec’s eyes were misted over, but her own were dry.  The thought of leaving should have broken her heart as well, but her heart had already disintegrated into ash.  Marathel sighed and gently pushed Fennec’s hands off her lap.  Marathel softly said, “You shouldn’t,” and she drew her knees up and curled herself into a ball. 

The next night cycle, Din put Grogu to bed, and he locked himself in the cockpit, deciding to fantasize about Marathel in a romantic and tender manner before he fell asleep, attempting to manipulate his subconscious.  He thought of her wearing her pretty gown of sunset yellow, made with her own hands, bright against her magnificent warm skin.  He thought of her hair, a waving river of liquid beskar, flowing over her shoulders, tangling around his fingers, capturing his hands with its heavy coarseness, with its scent of flowers and herbs and the heat from her head.  He thought of her face and its features, soft and pale, her eyelashes barely visible against her cheeks as she held her eyes closed. He thought about kissing her softly, first on her cheek, and then moving across her pale nose with little light nips to the other cheek before moving to her lips, and he always kissed with much more skill in his fantasies than he was sure he did in real life.  He thought about gently sliding his hand up her ribcage to cup her full breast, heavy in his hand, molding it in his palm as he gently laid her back on a soft bed, putting a knee between her thighs. He thought of releasing her breast, moving both his hands up to cup her sweet, beautiful face, murmuring my love and my mesh’la before kissing her softly again …  

… and then his hand slid down her throat to her shoulder to her breast, pinching her nipple until she gasped, then moving his hand to her thigh, where he gathered up the hem of her gown and slid his hand underneath it, moving his hand up her thigh and over her hip, roughly squeezing the ample globe of her ass cheek.  Ending his kiss, he lifted his knee to press against her mound, and she moaned, her eyes closed as he hiked up her gown to her waist.  He lowered his full weight on her, sliding his erection through her folds with a rolling pelvis, marking her with his fluids, as he continued to softly call her my mesh’la, my lovely, my sweet, my girl, my sweet girl, my little girl, my good girl as he got to his knees to push her legs wide open.  He spit on his hand and stroked himself before he pushed his cock into her pussy — she was not wet enough but he didn’t want to wait any longer — watching her groan at the feel of him inside her, her eyes closed, and then he began to fuck her proper, holding one of her heavy legs up against her. Oh, my good girl, he said, such a good girl, sweet girl, my baby girl, can you look at me, sweet girl? 

Thrusting faster. 

Good girl, look at me, open your eyes, baby girl.   

Faster.  Grabbing at the neckline of her gown, pulling at it.  

Look at me, baby girl, open your eyes, look at me now, my good girl.  

Harder.  Twisting her gown in his fist, ripping it. 

Baby girl, open your eyes, look at me, you look at me! 

He struck her across the face. 

You look at me, you bitch!  You whore cunt!  Open your eyes, you slut, LOOK AT ME! 

She kept her eyes tightly shut, tears rolling down her temples, and she cried there’s no point as she pushed against him, and she found the bite-mark with her hand, pressing as hard as she could, sobbing, let me go. 

Time suddenly stretched out, slowing to almost stopping.  Entire cycles of the sun passed overhead, and he was no longer ruthlessly forcing himself on her, he was merely gently holding her as he lay beside her, and eventually time fell back into its normal pace, and it was now the deepest night, and he could barely see her in the pale moonlight.  He did not know where he had been before, but now he recognized the brown bed tick he slept on Unmanarall.  He could feel the light breeze as it luffed the woven brown panels that hung around them.  He was with his Marathel, back to where they’d been so close, where he’d fallen in love with his mesh’la, his ma’mwsh ha’laa.  

My Marathel, I removed my helmet like you asked.  My Marathel, I see you with my own eyes. Ner kar’ta. Look at me, he said.  Mesh’la.  Look at me. 

She turned her head away, weeping.  There’s no point. 

He cupped her cheek, feeling her tears on his hand.  Please.  Please, mesh’la, look at me. 

Marathel shook her head.  There’s no point. 

He pulled a blanket over her, covering her, protecting her.  Ner kar’ta, I’m sorry. Ni cuy’ osi’yaim.  Ni cuy’ hut’uun.  I am a despicable person, I am a coward, please, look at me, please forgive me.  He tried to hold her, comfort her, even though he had been the source of her pain.  Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please look at me! 

Her tears continued to fall as she pulled away from him and stood, her eyes still tightly shut, walking away, pulling the blanket behind her like a train on an elaborate gown as she walked down the front steps of her hut and into the tall grass. The words let me go came back to him in a whisper as she disappeared in the distance. 

Don’t make me, he whispered to the woman no longer there.  Please, don’t make me let you go.  Stay with me. 

But she was gone, the whispers were gone, he was alone in the dark, and he remained there for a very long time. 

When Din began to wake up — realizing he was reclining in his captain's chair — he was unsure of how long he slept.  He felt woozy, not unlike a hangover or a concussion. Since he’d experienced both recently, he took a moment to make sure he was conscious and not still in a dream state.  He also felt … damp? 

Din opened his eyes, and his visor was filled with Grogu’s face, peering in. Din jerked back slightly with a start, and Grogu cooed and slid down Din’s chest.  “What’s going on?”  Grogu patted Din’s chest, and he realized the child was patting the bite area.  He pulled down his thermal shirt and saw that the wound was no longer infected.  It still was red, but it was a healthy red color, not the angry red of the previous infection.  Din also noticed that his thermal shirt was soaked in sweat.  He must have been running a fever, and Grogu had Force-opened the cockpit door to heal him.  

Did the infection cause the dreams?   

Am I still connected to her through this bite-mark?   

Osi’k, that makes no damned sense, do I still have a fever?   

“Was I sick, kid?  Did you have to heal me?” Grogu’s hands reached up to his helmet.  “I’ve been messed up the past couple of days.  I’m sorry, little guy, I’m so sorry.”   

“Mama?” 

What the shab? “Mama?  What about her?” 

Grogu climbed up further and grabbed Din’s helmet.  “Mama,” he said, emphatically. 

The kid knows.  He knows I’ve been dreaming about her.  But … does he know what I’ve dreamt?  Din felt ashamed.  “Yes, Grogu … I’ve been dreaming of her.  Bad dreams.  Dreams where I … hurt her.  But you know, you know I’d never hurt her, right?” Grogu kept staring into the visor, his huge eyes gazing deep into Din’s soul.  “I … I’m …” Din swallowed, collecting his thoughts.  “I’m scared, kid.”   Grogu tilted his head, waiting for Din to continue.  “Patu really likes the idea of Patu Mama, but Patu is just … scared.  Patu is afraid that Mama won’t like the idea of Patu Mama.  Mama is still very sad.  Sad and hurt.  Mama may always be sad and hurt.”  Grogu whined, his face pinching with sadness.  Din squeezed Grogu’s hand, saying, “No, don’t you worry.  Mama will always love Grogu.  She loves you,” insisted Din. “But Mama … she may never love Patu.  And that’s why Patu is so scared.” 

“Sad Patu?” 

Din nodded.  “Very sad Patu.”  Grogu snuggled up under Din’s chin, hugging him.   Din put his large hand on the child’s tiny back.  Sad.  Scared.  Terrified that she may leave me still.  That was the only way the dreams made sense to him; he was overpowering her — in the worst way possible — to keep her from leaving.  Forcing her to remain.  Preying on her fear and her belief that she deserved such treatment.  Calling her by the names that she hated, the ones that the Bishop called her.  And hurting her in such a deplorable way.  

Then Din recalled a recurring theme — she would not look at me.  Was my helmet off or on?  He made a point of telling her his helmet was off in this last dream, although it did not make any difference.  Is she pulling away from me?  Am I making an enormous assumption that she loves me, regardless of what she said on Unmanarall?  Are my feelings for her … misplaced now? 

And what about the bite mark?  The wound that burns every time I wake up from one of these nightmares? 

Oh, he did not want to try to piece that together.   

His father — not his buir, his actual father — was some kind of engineer, he never knew what kind exactly.  What he did remember was his father’s favorite pastime: root cause analysis.  His father spent a lot of time talking to him in his calming manner, asking the questions that mattered.   

What happened to your toy, son? 

Elor broke it. 

Why did the neighbor boy Elor break your toy, son?    

The answer because Elor is a bully didn’t appease his father; Father wanted young Din to fully analyze the situation. Question after question he would ask, each one leading further and further back to where young Din stepped on the path that led to his toy — not that Din remembered what the toy even was, at this point — being broken.  What Din remembered was that his father had walked him right back to the root cause: Din was the reason the toy was broken. 

Elor, a boy close to Din’s age but older, lived two houses down.  Elor lived with only his mother then; his father had just been conscripted due to his felon status.  Din’s father was safe from such a fate; he had an education and a high-ranking job, and he was not a convict.  Elor was not taking this well, and it just so happened that Din had decided to be a right little shit that day.  With his fabulous new toy, Din went down to Elor’s house to show it off and rub his nose in it.  Elor responded to this in the only way imaginable by children, and not only did Din have a broken toy, but also a bloody nose.  The end result — after Din finally got to the root cause — was Din being marched back down to Elor’s house with an apology and an invitation for Elor and his mother to come for dinner.  Elor was over for dinner a lot after that, and lunches too.  The two boys never became friends, but Din never forgot about root cause analysis. 

If Din had to analyze his dreams for the root cause, he’d be hard pressed to come up with answers that weren’t completely fantastical, or at least bizarre.  The bad dreams started when the bite mark became infected, so he could blame the dreams on that … but he also wondered if the bite mark went deeper than that, so to speak.   

Din remembered the night back on Unmanarall, the second night of the Dahls mating.  The bite burned then.  He had felt overheated, almost feverish, not only with lust for Marathel, but also a true physical fever.  That night, he tried to overpower her, force himself on her, but … he finally surrendered to her strength, her physical desire to mate, her pure need.   

But these new dreams, she’d been the one to surrender.  Not even surrender; she didn’t fight to begin with, not until she could no longer bear it, and then, she’d attack the bite, causing him pain in both the sleeping and waking worlds. 

The bite had burned another time, but he had scarcely remembered it until now — the bite had burned as he stood motionless, watching the Bishop hit her, knock out her teeth, savage her before his eyes and the eyes of all the other women and the children. She had told him to be still.  Be still and it will be over quicker for me, she had said … when? 

It was when Marathel looked at him, after her veil had been torn off, her mouth and head bleeding.  She told the Captain to give him the coins, and she looked straight at him, and he’d heard her, clear as day, her voice inside his head, saying be still, be still, be still!  Then, she’d walked straight into the Round Building, giving herself up to her fate, and he did not hear her again, and the burning sensation on his chest stopped.  At the time, he was more concerned with the fact he found himself unwillingly immobile to worry about a burning wound. 

Was Marathel giving up … again?   

She’d sacrificed herself to the Elders, but he’d dragged her out of there against her will.  When she regained consciousness, she had no desire to live.  But somehow, she found a reason to at least try. Was it finding an ally in another woman, like Fennec or Silnima?  Was it finding that there were other men who wouldn’t hurt her, but would protect her, like Boba?  Make her feel like a worthy person, like Cobb? And if that were the case, what would have changed?  What changed so much that her pain would affect him so, at such a great distance, through a … bite wound? 

So, back to root cause analysis: I am tied to Marathel on a metaphysical level by a bite wound she gave me.  She is telling me that she has given up, and that I need to give up on her as well. 

No, I don’t believe that.   I don’t believe that even if I do.  This is real life, not a damned … paranormal rom-com holovid.  I got an infection, I got a fever, I had fever dreams, Marathel is fine, she’s getting better, soon I’ll be back with her, and then we can …  

Din’s holopad pinged, shaking him out of his thoughts.  Grogu was still on his chest, holding him, patting the wound site.  Din reached out and tapped the holopad, and a holo of Fennec popped up.  “Fennec?  What’s happening?  Where are you?” 

“We’re on a transport, heading back to Tatooine.” 

“Already?  Marathel is all better?” 

“She is not better; she is possibly the furthest thing from all right.” 

“What? Why?” 

“The doctors … they found something, said something to her, and she refused all reconstruction.  They got the bleeding disorder fixed, they patched her up, but now, she’s not communicating.  She’s shut down.” Fennec pointed her holopad through a window to what must have been a private carriage on the transport.  Din could see Marathel sitting on a padded bench, her knees up to her chest with her head down to her knees, curled up tightly.  Grogu turned to see the holo, and he reached out with his little hand, whining quietly.  “And it gets worse.” 

“Worse?  Worse how?” 

“She wants to go back to Unmanarall.” 

Din couldn’t speak for a moment. He felt physically ill.   He swallowed and finally grunted, “We’re on our way.”  Fennec clicked off.   

Grogu turned back to Din, pressing his forehead against Din’s helmet.  “Sad Mama.” 

Din nodded.  “Mama needs us.”  Grogu sat back down on Din’s lap, and Din changed course back to Tatooine.  The ship lurched and headed towards the new coordinates.  “Mama needs us,” repeated Din, quietly. 

But … does she want us? 

You Were Marked: Next Chapter ->

[jade-kyo]

RvB 20th rewatch: s2

Continuing the rewatch onto season 2. This is my first time watching the show on dvd and honestly it’s so fun seeing the menus and watching the extra stuff and also- getting to listen to Trocadero. That’s the best part man fucking love Trocadero.

DOC MY BELOVED

As yes the beginning of Vic being a little weirdo

The whole “you’re the thing that babies suck on” bit is still one of the funniest jokes in early rvb it cracks me up so much

Caboose only has nine toes

Remember when Doc was a fairly normal dude? Exposure to the reds and blues really does just turn you into a freaky little weirdo 😂

Also Doc’s willingness to distance himself from Grif simply for being unpopular is so funny it’s like they’re fucking high schoolers

I always say that out of everyone Church and Tucker feel the most like actual friends

Tucker character development really does go hard- he starts out as this kinda young seeming idiot who makes a lot of sex jokes and grows into the most competent soldier among them and a leader.

But also he just sounds so young in the early seasons and it’s making me emotional

Remember when Lopez didn’t hate everyone and was genuinely loyal to Sarge? Good times

BISEXUAL SHEILA

Also the beginning of the most insane love triangle ever. Of all time.

Donut actually does call himself pink here

I think it’s funny that Tex tells a story about Church being pantsed in high school even tho Allison and the Director didn’t meet until they were both adults meaning the Director either told Allison that story and Tex had that memory or Tex is counting on Alpha having faulty memories and is just straight up making shit up for the lols

Ahhh Cabooses mind- a very good bit

My personal headcanon is that Donut is 100% aware of all the innuendos and is doing it intentionally to be a little shit cause they kept making fun of him for the pink armor. No I don’t care what s17 said.

CHEX YOU ARE INCREDIBLE GOD I JUST AKDHKAHSKDHKSBD I LOVE THEM

DOC OMALLEY MY BELOVED

Possibly one of my favorite villains in the whole show just for the sheer hilarity he brings

Ah the grimmons cyborg surgery

Okay but Donut trying to jump on top of the base from the inside is so real. I never played all of halo but I did have the demo on the computer as a kid and blood gulch was like the only playable map on the demo and I would spend so long trying to jump on top of the base. I was so annoyed that you couldn’t do that

Grif smokes

“Simmons… I need your ovaries” another one of my most quoted lines

Everyone else: man Donut is so dumb and annoying // me: that is a man who knows exactly what he’s doing

“I will devour their hearts and crap out their souls!” Also one of my most quoted lines.

The fucking mayonnaise bit is so random and funny like where did that even come from

Church’s inability to speak is one of my favorite bits mostly cause me too. He just like me fr.

The brief Caboose-Donut friendship is so good

Church being able to read binary code omg how was the alpha reveal not planned I’m screaming

Tucker the first believer in grimmons

I love how Tucker was the first to realize there was a conspiracy and then everyone proceeded to ignore him and then turned out he was right.

The irony debate is another very quoted moment for me

There’s a bit at the end of the credits where Vic tells you the movies over and now I’m wondering if the bit in the restoration credits with Tucker is a call back to this

And that’s season 2 done- I don’t have a ton to say here other than I love this show and I’m having so much fun rewatching and seeing all the extra stuff on the dvds that I’d never seen before. There’s more than I expected!

[alarrytale]

With H disappearing for the last 2 years or so, I got to thinking how bad things got for him. He suffered so hard with the O stunt - I think he was ready to break at the end, he looked so broken and had what looked like permanent tears in his eyes. Then, the crappy reviews the movie got, and people making fun of his performance was really the nail in the coffin, because all that crap he had to do with O for a bad movie.

Then, winning a Grammy - which a lot of people think is rigged anyway and that Sony/Azzof*s bought it for him - first, his live performance went wrong (disc turning the wrong way), and then when he won he was booed by Beyon*e lovers and others. He was so overwhelmed during his acceptance speech and there were people yelling ‘get off the stage’ and when he stepped aside for kid to speak, he looked so sad and forlorn. I just watched the video again and it breaks my heart.

I know he was happy for his tour, but then again, by the end of it, he looked like a robot turning in a performance. He was so tired.

I don’t know if he’ll be back soon, and in what capacity. I really think he’s done with a lot of things ‘celebrity’ and it’s compounded exponentially with L’s passing. Ann* and Gemm* have been posting so much mental health stuff (way more than usual) and I can’t help think it’s due to H. We forget how sensitive he is and how it’s hard for him to hide it.

Sorry for how long this is. I just think about him and hope he’s ok. I miss him a ton, but I don’t think it’s healthy for him to be the biggest pop star I. The world. I think he’s taking a big break and will come back strictly on his own terms and it will be much smaller.

Hi, anon!

I think Harry had to learn the hard way that it doesn’t matter how generally loved you are as an artist and celebrity, when you're overexposed to the degree he was, people will turn on you. It's how it is. Even us fans got sick of seeing his face and didn’t appreciate him the way we all should. When that happens, it's time for a break. I also think Harry needed that break for his physical health. He's a workaholic and won't stop until someone tells him to stop or stops things for him.

I think Harry is one of the strongest people i know, but it must be hard and lonely being on top in an industry there you have to be performing at A+ level at all times. I have no doubt that losing Matt, Robin, Jay, Fizzy, Caroline and now Liam must have shaken him up. Being in the pressure cooker of an industry is hard. Not everyone comes out unscathed and unharmed. But if someone will, i think it's Harry. I think he's concious of the risks in the business he's in, and takes steps to take care of his mental health. I'm way less worried about him than i am of Louis, who i fear is much worse off mentally.

I don't think H's mum and sister posting about mental health has anything to do with H's mental state. They're both mental health advocates, especially G who's stuggled with mental health issues like depression and her adhd.

I think H will be back soon in the same capacity as we're used to. If it's true he's signed a new three year contract that means he's motivated to continue on as an artist. We'll have to see. The hype accounts are now saying new album in Q1/Q2. If that's true, he should pop up soon enough.

[ctrsara]

Okay, this is technically a reblog, but since I'm going to (very personally) disagree with a lot of these, I thought it was kind of rude to actually reblog... Everyone is so welcome to their opinion about what they'd like to see coming up!

Things i demand wish to see from MCU Spiderman moving forward:

—Mature and confident Peter who is able to take charge of any situation as an experienced hero

Yes, except no. He's still 17 at the end of NWH. Yes, he's way overpowered and has been through a ton of crap and lost so much, but he's still a kid. An adolescent. An immature human. If he's 25? Sure. I'm all over confident, adult Peter. But if it's right after, and he's like 18/19? Still a kid, and he needs support and mentoring. Even if he's 25, he needs support.

—Spiderman swinging all over NY🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Yes, please. New York is his place. I want to see him in New York, but I’d also like to see the citizens of New York step up for him. There was so much heart in Spider-Man 2 when the New Yorkers protected and helped Peter. 

—Fun and complex fight scenes!!!!!!! Peter webbing ppl up during fights, hand to hand combat, using the environment for attacks.

Yeah, this is always great! This is what we’re here for! (Well, that and all the fun relationships the MCU has tried really hard to just delete, but…)

—Step UP the cinematography. Give MCU SM his own distinct visual style like Raimi and Webb did b4

Eh, I don’t have a strong opinion on this. I thought the cinematography in NWH was good. But that’s also not the main thing I’m here for.

—Spiderman helping ppl with small things. Interacting with them and really showing why the ppl of NY love him

See above. Yes, more of this. :)

—Peter working for JJJ? (PLEASE I NEED IT)

I don’t care about this either, but it could be good. I’m just not excited to see one more person treat Peter Parker like trash after all he’s been through, which is my hesitation. (But I get the appeal)

—Peter actually struggle after the events of NWH (emotionally/financially)

I’m good, thanks! Peter has already struggled a LOT and I only want to see this if there is some resolution/help with those things. I’m not here for Hurt/No Comfort, guys.

—Peter trying to form new relationships after MJ and Ned

Maybe. But I’d like him to rediscover his relationship with them more. New relationships, while interesting, cannot replace people who have known and loved you for years. They just can’t.

—Spiderman trash talking his villains

Of course! One of my favorite things is the fun little mini film on Far From Home when he’s taking down the Manfredi family. Is that who they were? I don't feel like looking it up right now.

—🖤BLACK CAT🖤

I mean, sure? I don’t really care about her, but I believe I could be convinced to care about here, if we get to see her human side, and if she shows she has good reasons for whatever she’s doing. I mean, I even cared about Adrian Toomes. Sure, he was a bit of a psychopath, but he was doing it because he loved his family and wanted to provide for them.

—DO NOT CHANGE THE SUIT!!!!!!!!!!! The one he got at the end of NWH is literally perfect. DO NOT CHANGE IT!!!

Buzzer sound. Nope. The thought of him swinging around in that (admittedly cool, very proud of his ingenuity) spandex suit, with even less protection than his original get-up gives me chills, and I want some kind of tech suit back pronto.

—More grounded stories. I love a good cosmic/multiverse story but SM is better when he's on the ground dealing relatively normal shit, petty crime, gangs, evil scientists etc

YES. I want to see the Avengers in “our” world. The space stuff just never hits the same. Or the inner space stuff. (Looking at you, Quantumania. While I enjoyed-ish the movie, my favorite part was at the beginning where Scott was just walking around being kind of normal…) And Spider-man belongs in New York.

—Daredevil team up (spiderman 4?👀)

Yeah, I’d watch that. 

—DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL

I’m just not a fan! Especially if it would drive the content-meter up to R-ratings and whatnot.

—An entire movie dedicated to the Venom storyline

Mmm. See, I think this wouldn’t hit the same. The MCU has deleted all the people from Peter’s life who would even care if this happened to him, so it’s not going to have as much impact. They’d have to fix that before I’d care.

What I'd like to see? Really?

There are all sorts of stories that would be interesting, but I don't want a brand new "reset" Spider-man. I want to see him dealing with what happened in NWH, but finding ways to make it better, build a new team, get the support he needs and deserves while they fight against some bigger issue. Kingpin would be just fine.

I'd love to see Peter joining up with Kate, Yelena, Cassie, and Kamala. I'd love to see Bucky and Sam, or Clint (and Clint's kids!!!) becoming part of his life and helping continue to mentor him. Captain Marvel, Rhodey, ANYONE. Help this hero out while he finds his footing again after so much loss and trauma.

Happy and Pepper. Morgan. Anyone, seriously. And I'd love to see Peter get some counseling that is actually helpful.

You know, all the basic stuff that a 40-year-old mom wants to see happen to the souped up teenager who's lost everyone.

[thatanthagirl]

Don't You DARE Give Up!

Asta: "I knew I'd find you eventually. You and I need to talk. Okay, Pal? Name's Asta. I'm surprised. On the inside you're just a kid who's about my age. I never woulda guessed it."

Patri: "Stay back you human. What do you want?"

Asta: "I get it. You were tricked. You couldn't protect the ones you loved and everything you once believed in was lost. You're dealing with so many crazy feelings, you can't stand it anymore. But that's why I have to tell you this: DON'T YOU DARE GiVE UP AGAiN. All you've ever done is give up instead of facing your problems. You locked yourself away and hid in the darkness 'cause you thought it was the easiest thing to do."

Patri: "No, stop! Don't talk to me! Shut up! I DON'T HAVE TO LiSTEN TO A THiNG YOU SAY! YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND, STUPiD HUMAN!!"

Asta: "Enough with this 'HuMaN' crap! I told you, my name's Asta. Answer me! How dare you kill the Wizard King? He was a great man, and everyone respected him. I wanted to be like him one day; we all did. And you took control of all those magic knights. You brought back the elves, and you hurt tons of innocent people. You say you can't forgive humans, well, I can never forgive you!"

Patri: "That's why... [inaudible]"

Asta: "And now, after all you did, you're acting like THiS? Just because you made a mistake that you can't fix, that doesn't mean that you're allowed to run away and cry! Think about it! Shouldn't you be trying to defeat that creepy devil guy? You have to guts to make everything else happen, right? You did that! Maybe you weren't chosen. Maybe no one wanted you. And maybe you can't be forgiven. But you still have to STAND YOUR GROUND WiTHOUT MAKiNG EXCUSES FOR YOURSELF!"

Patri: "What? I don't understand you at all. Why are you trying so hard to change my mind? I KNOW YOU'RE WRONG! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Asta: "I wasn't chosen. No one wanted me. I've screwed some stuff up. But I've made up my mind. I'm gonna be the Wizard King! That's why, as long as you're alive, I WON'T GiVE UP ON YOU!"

-- Black Clover

Asta x Patri _Black Clover Art by - @himaeart (Twitter)

Whyyyyy did I post this, you ask? Well, because I get a pretty large amount of my "pep talks" and "motivational speeches" from the anime shows I watch.

Even though Asta talks about Wizard Kings and magic knights, his words to Patri reaaaaaally got to me.

I have been battling an addiction for a little over 2 years. I spent the last 6 months of last year (2023) pretty much locked up in my room.

(I won't get into why that's bad and how it's going and all that nonsense; that's not what this post is about.)

I don't know if this can be found anywhere else on the internet, although I'm sure I'm not the only one who's typed it up, but I'm posting it for myself, and also for anyone else who may stumble upon it and be able to take something good from it, as I did.

thank you for reading :)