#i probably already posted this befire but like.

[frankendykez]

hey lads its clervalstein

[sunwarmed-ash]

Sinful Sunday

You Know What They Say About Assuming

Chapter 12: Consolation Prize

Ships: Steddiegrove (Billy x Eddie x Steve), steddie, harringrove, mungrove

Rating: Explicit (sexual and adult content)

Word count: 50k+, WIP

Summary:

Post kiss: Eddie & Billy

Eddie finds Billy right where he said he’d be, smoking through a cigarette on one of Tammy’s parents' patio chairs. He didn't acknowledge Eddie’s presence, so he made sure to take a seat right next to the blonde, stealing a cigarette from the box on the table and lighting it up. He takes two silent drags before stating,

“Fuck, I didn't even know I could get hard again that fast.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy laughs quietly, some of the wound-tight tension he was holding releasing with his exhale.

“I don't think I can after that man! I mean, that-, that was a statement!” The public orgasm and the kiss... 

“Mmm.” Billy nodded but said nothing for a moment, intent on smoking through another cigarette before attempting to touch that. “That right? What did I say?”

“‘Don’t fuck around if you’re not ready to find out.’ Lucky for me I already know I can handle it.”

The side of Billy's mouth turned up in amusement and he finally, finally looked at him. 

“Think Steve could?”

Eddie tried to hold back his grin. He shrugged as casually as he could muster.  “Honestly. Probably not. But fuck, he’d die trying man.”

Post kiss: Steve & Robin

Steve is steadily speeding headfirst into a panic attack, and he's going to go bald if he keeps pulling at his hair like this, but he can’t help it. After that- whatever that was- what the hell else was he supposed to do?

His instinct said flee, so he did, right back into Tammy’s bathroom with the baby pink door. 

Robin’s knocking gently befire entering quietly, giving Steve plenty of space to speak first. 

“Robin what did I just do? Fuck, shit. Fuck fuck. Oh I’m so screwed.”

His hands are in his hair again, he's pulling at the locks and even the pain isn't enough to ease the suffocating pressure in his chest. 

“Hey hey, slow it down will ya? I know you and some people actually like this hair, so stop trying to yank it out.”

Steve's laugh was hysterical, borderline manic and Robin sighed, taking Steve’s hands in hers so he could at least stop pulling. She continued, “You just showed your hand, no worse than me. No worse than Billy, or Eddie, really any of us, and guess what Steve, nothing bad happened.”

Steve sputtered his disbelief. 

“I think that's pretty subjective don't you?”

She snorted, before nodding, 

“Yeah, I'm still having trouble accepting tonight is happening and we aren’t just trapped in some monsters lair in a blissful dream sleep while they slowly feed on our souls.” 

“Jesus Christ Robin you're not making me feel any better!!”

[fickdichistwarum]

I really wish I was good enough at maths to study shit like genetics because I read something like this post and fucking yearn to research the absolute fuck out of this weird gene. I mean, it's fucking weird. Why does it do important - albeit vaguely defined* - placenta stuff in humans but control coat patterns in felids, apparently without any impact on aforesaid important placenta stuff?

But, I do take @exemplarybehaviour's point about speculation. It's all well and good to ask questions - questions are the first step in Doing A Science - but unsourced and unresearched speculation can breed misinformation. I wasn't sure if I even should add to this post because I know I can't add any helpful information, because I know that my knowledge of this field is woefully shallow, and I have great respect for the people that do understand it. In the same way that I have great respect for the person that drives the bus and the person that fixed my plumbing and the people who have repeatedly been traumatised by the wiring in my house when fixing electrical problems***.

Speculation is fine - it is, in fact, the second**** step in Doing A Science, (hypothesis) - so long as it's clear that that's what you're doing. Making that clear is easy, many languages have a way to mark speculation as opposed to statements of fact. English uses pragmatic tags like 'maybe' and 'perhaps' and 'I reckon', other languages use a subjunctive mood or a dubiative evidential marker. So, just use the linguistic tools at hand befire you speculate, so as not to accidentally Do a Misinformation.

*I acknowledge that there's probably no ethical way to test what precisely it does in human placentas, since the placenta doesn't form till the embryo implants and we haven't managed to make a decent substitute for a human uterus yet, so experiments would mean implanting mutated embryos in humans with the expectation that they'd probably miscarry, which seems all manner of unethical and probably traumatic**.

**I have spent enough time on the internet to know there is almost certainly someone out there who would not only be fine with being the lab rat here, but would derive pleasure from it. Still think it's probably unethical to use them though.

***one electrician brought his apprentice in to use my house as a Teaching Moment. I heard him telling the kid to never, ever do whatever it was my landlord had done up in the ceiling. Which is concerning, but not so much that I would leave the most affordable house in the suburb.

**** maybe the third, after checking if somebody else has already found the answer to your question.

was browsing thru papers about animal coloration and learned that a gene that helps make the placenta in humans (the thing that keeps you alive when you're a fetus in the womb) also exists in cheetahs, but in the cheetahs, it just controls the placement of their spots

How does THAT happen?!

[themadauthorshatter]

TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 8 PREVIEW!!!

I'm more than positive I'm crazy. Or I'm just really invested in this series.

Either way, HERE'S THE PREVIEW!!!

Picture if you will:

If this was a cutscene or legit movie or show, what we'd be seeing what the camers sees, so I'll be using that perspective from this point on, for this post, at least.

I digress, back on topic.

We start off in some kind of office-like room with a large window showing the view of Earth, a silhouetted Charles sitting behind his desk and staring at the planet he had once called home.

All we hear is silence, save for the ambient sound of the orbital, which is how it stays for the duration of this part until otherwise.

The camera slowly zooms in on or comes closer to Charles and, from our vantage point from behind his desk and away from him, we see Charles go from resting his jaw on his chin to rubbing his head and eyes.

We hear a conversation join the ambience, one between Charles and Henry from a bit before the events of this take of the AU.

"Man, I didn't think we'd actually do it. We really owe you one."

We jump to the inside of Charles's helicopter and we Henry rubbing his leg, which is sore from his fight with Right.

"Yeah, well, just don't go and kidnap me next time you want something done," Henry can't help but chuckle.

Charles's face drops as he turns around, eyes wide and a smile growing onhis face. "You can talk!"

Henry gets a shocked look on his face before nodding, blushing a little bit.

Charles quickly holds out his hand, while holding the thing that steers the helicopter. "Nice! Since we haven't properly met, I'm Charles! Charles Calvin!"

The utter enthusiasm and excitement shocks Henry for a second before he smiles and shakes Charles's hand.

"Henry."

Note here, I know they probably already know each other's names, but I guess I'm just having them start off on a better foot than, 'we have a job for you, do it now.'

Either way, Charles smiles and goes back to flying the helicopter, a large, doofy-goof smile on his face. From behind him, Henry smiles back.

"Guess you don't really talk to a lot of people outside the government?"

Charles shakes his head. "I do. I just... never really met a... a, uh..." Charles's nervous laughter dies as he tries to find the right word.

"Criminal," Henry finishes for him.

Charles winces at how there isn't a bite to the answer, at how Henry is so used to the label that it doesn't seem to bother him.

"Well, one that actually wanted to help us."

As a joke Henry replies, "Well, if there's going to being a notorious criminal, it'd better be me."

Charles scrunches his nose at that and snickers. "No honor among thieves with you. At all."

Henry tries to come up with a clever response before sighing and holding up his hands. "Fair point. You win."

Charles whoops as he throws his fist up, playing around until he hears a weird noise from above, like IN THE PROPELLER OF THE HELICOPTER.

We see Henry laughing, both out of having a legitimate good time and because he has that sad, sympathy laugh going on.

"Aaaw, YUUCK! A duck flew by! Oh, what a mess! It's so gross!"

In present time, Charles groans again as the camera jump cuts to show him hunch forward in his chair and hold his head in his hands.

Cut to another time before all this went down, where it's Charles and Henry at some sort of bar or tavern, chatting it up and laughing at having an all around great time.

"You DID NOT!" Charles wheezes as he rubs his eye(he's been laughing a lot this evening).

Henry only snickers as he signs, 'It's all true. I am not even joking. The fact that I even got away with it is still amazing to me.'

"So-so you just tossed a penny and ran right in and they didn't even notice!?"

Henry shakes his head, laughing harder as he realizes how absurd the notion even is that he just tossed a penny to get by one of the guards.

Charles calms down and backtracks.

"Man, you've really had it rough, huh?"

Henry shrugs. 'Sort of, but things only get rough if you let them. I couldn't really find a job with my track record, so I had to make do.'

Charles gives a sympathetic look befire holding up his drink. "Well, here's to not having to make do anymore."

Henry nods and holds up his own drink in return.

Back to the present, the office door opens with Burt or Sven walking in.

Either way, one of them sees Charles leaning against the window sil.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Charles continues to lean on the window sil.

He thinks back to when he got captured, but it's not the same as he's remembered.

Because of "No honor among thieves" and "Not having to make do anymore" and the tapes he's been forced to watch, instead of Charles remembering Henry reaching after him, the memory is of Henry waving goodbye at him.

"What is it?"

"We've recieved some news that The Wall had a break in, and a prisoner ecsape."

Charles tips his head back and sighs.

There is only one person who can do such a thing.

Charles pushes himself up, tucks some hair behind his ear, and puts in some artificial tears to keep his eyes from stinging.

First, you want me gone, and now you're trying to get me back?

Charles picks up his hat and puts it on his head, kind of like a king crowning himself.

No honor, indeed.

"You can still read the transmissions, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

With one last glance at Earth, Charles turns his heel and strides out of the room.

"Listen to them as much as you can and have the beam ready. I have a feeling we'll be seeing some old friends soon."

AND THAT'S THE PREVIEW/DELETED SCENE!!!!!

Not gonna lie, this was fun to write, and probably a good way to hype up Part 8😅😁

Anyway, I hope all enjoyed reading and stay tuned for future posts!!

[amdapori]

FFXIVWrite2018; Day 14: Validation

Another mobile post so links, formatting, and probably a proper read more once I hit up my PC tomorrow. Done.

Rules/Previous Title: Drunken Complaints Prompt #14

The lalafell plopped herself down next to a pretty large roegadyn lad who looked as if he had already had a drink or six at the Wench already, though his eyes went wide when Alair ordered the biggest mug of the strongest ale that Baderon had.

"Y' goin' tae be able t' drink all tha', lass?" He asked, sizing up the diminutive lala who, upon getting her stein of ale, began to damn near shotgun it. The roe had his answer when after a good 10 seconds the ale was properly shotgunned and the stein (that was probably a third of her size) was slammed on the counter.

"Pretty sure you 'ave your answer-- hic," Alair answered befire flagging Baderon down for a refill in her giant stein.

"Wha' 'as you all worked up in a tizzy, then? It 'as to be somethin', aye?" No lalafell would drink nearly half of their weight in ale like that otherwise, and she was already gulping down her refill. After she had finished and ordered yet another refill, Alair finally turned to the roe to give him his answer, words slurring together.

"Issimple. Shee-- ...no, see, shome groop wassh havin an event down by the shee... not shee like earlier, like the shee wif whaaater. Told me I hadta pay fer shtoppin' my chocobo like I waz parkin' her... but I could not pay if I had a valda-- valhe-- validashun-- from one of the reshturans onth' beach. I washn't even parkin' my burd, jushtoppin an' gettin off t'guide her over shome rocks! I had t'pay a shtupid 'mount o'gil an' now I'm drinkin' t'forget th' argument I got into wif th' attendant becuz it wash DUMB."

Her story was a little silly, but obviously this slight against her was an injustice that was to be drown out with alcohol. The roe nodded and with a final "Well, don't drink too much tae not get home t'night," he was content with watching the lalafell drink more steins of ale than a lala should feasibly be able to before she paid her tab and waddled (more than a lalafell normally does) out of the Drowning Wench and down to the docks to get to her room in the Mist. If she ever made it, he wasn't too sure, but at least he didn't have to pay for entertainment this night.