#i swear this was supposed to be short....

[rafesbows]

i love ur writing smm! Could you do short reader being in an argument with rafe but she's wearing a low top and he just cant seem to focus because he's just staring at her cleavage?

your arms were crossed tight over your chest, eyes narrowed as you glared up at rafe, waiting for him to actually listen to a word you were saying.

but he wasn’t.

his arms were crossed too, but his gaze? yeah, not on your face.

"rafe," you snapped, shifting on your feet, frustration bubbling over. "are you even listening to me right now?"

"mhmm," he hummed, though his eyes never left the deep cut of your top, the way it dipped just enough to tease.

your brows furrowed. "then what did i just say?"

silence.

you let out a breath, hands landing on your hips. "seriously?"

rafe blinked, dragging his gaze back up to your face like he’d just snapped out of a trance. "what?"

your mouth fell open. "i can’t believe you right now—"

"baby," he drawled, stepping closer, hands finding your waist with that lazy smirk pulling at his lips. "how am i supposed to focus when you’re standing here, looking like that?"

you huffed, trying to shove at his chest, but he just chuckled, pulling you in closer, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

"let’s just... put a pause on the arguing, yeah?" he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over your jaw. "‘cause i can promise you, there’s something else i’d much rather be doing right now."

you were about to argue again, but then his hands slid lower, thumbs grazing your stomach before curling around your hips, gripping just hard enough to make you shiver.

"rafe," you warned, voice losing its edge as he crowded into you, backing you up until your thighs hit the table.

"mm?" he hummed, hands slipping lower, squeezing at your waist before sliding around to cup your ass. "keep going, baby, i swear i’m listening."

his lips brushed over your collarbone, and fuck, you knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing.

"you are so fucking annoying," you muttered, though your hands were already fisting in his shirt, and that cocky smirk against your skin told you he knew you were giving in.

"but you love me," he teased, tilting his head, dragging his mouth down, lips parting just slightly before he bit.

a gasp slipped past your lips, your hands tightening in his shirt as he sucked at the soft skin, kissing over it before tilting back up to look at you.

"let me make it up to you," he murmured, hoisting you up onto the table with ease, his hands already pushing your thighs apart. "properly."

[johanna-swann]

Not enough (for me) to write a whole fic about it, but a cute thought I had:

Tommy wanting to reach out after the funeral, but not wanting to make things more complicated for Buck. He has enough on his plate already. Tommy remembering he took some food home from the reception and he still has Buck's tupperware - the perfect excuse to drop by in person and check in without it becoming awkward (it is supposed to be just a short visit).

Tommy going over there and only Eddie and Christopher are there because Buck ran out to do some shopping. They chat a little bit and (despite Tommy's foolproof plan) it gets a bit awkward. He didn't really talk to Eddie much at the funeral and the man did ghost him for half a year. Buck arrives soon after though and Christopher and Eddie leave to visit Pepa.

They talk a little about this and that. Tommy helps put the groceries away because even though it's a different kitchen, he remembers Buck's system. They get around to talking a bit about Bobby and going back to work after the lab incident, if only superficially (it is supposed to be just a short visit). Buck offers Tommy something to drink and because there's still coffee in the coffe maker anyway (Tommy wouldn't want to cause Buck any inconvenience and it is supposed to be just a short visit, but the coffee is already there) and Buck hands him a cup just how he likes it.

Tommy leans back against the kitchen island. Buck sits on the counter opposite him. The evening sun is shining warmly through the window. It is supposed to be just a short visit, but they go from talking about going back to work to talking about weird calls they had recently to talking about Chimney going on paternity leave soon to talking about Tommy's accountant cousin who's about to become a dad as well. They don't even think about getting more comfortable and sitting down at the table or on the couch, it is supposed to be just a short visit, but the hours pass and the sun goes down and they're still talking and Buck is telling Tommy about a bionics based aviation exhibit he heard about when Eddie and Christopher come back. Chris goes straight to his room to get ready for bed, but Eddie comes to join them in the kitchen.

"You're back already?", Buck asks surprised and Eddie reminds him they were gone for hours, why are Buck and Tommy still standing in the kitchen the same way he left them? (It was supposed to be just a short visit.) "Time flies I suppose", Tommy says: "Apropos flying - what were you saying about hummingbirds?" And Buck goes back to talking about the exhibit and how he has been thinking Tommy would like it too. "It sounds fun", Tommy agrees and looks at Buck: "You haven't seen it yet?" Buck answers no, he only read the description online and things have been so hectic lately - would've felt weird to take an afternoon to go to the museum instead.

"Well", Tommy says and smiles a little: "You've got me intrigued now." Buck grins triumphantly: "See, I knew you would say that." Tommy hums and continues: "Maybe I should check it out." He watches Buck's face carefully for a moment. "Maybe this weekend, I'm off shift", he says then pauses again. Buck tilts his head, carefully holding back a smile as if he knows what Tommy will say next. Maybe he does, it is tradition after all. "What are you doing Saturday?"

For a second Tommy swears the sun comes back up the way Buck smiles at him. It was supposed to be only a short visit to bring back some tupperware, but Tommy leaves with a date and the feeling that maybe things will work out this time.

[A few extra lines because maybe I am a bit petty after all:

"You think this is a good idea?", Eddie asks Buck after Tommy leaves: "He dumped you, you were really hurt and didn't get over it for months."

"Well, you and I had a really bad fight only last week and we're still friends. Should I reconsider that decision as well? Besides, we already almost got back together a couple of weeks after you moved to Texas. Things got a little delayed due to- well. Everything. But this was already sort of happening. Neither of us really "got over" the break up in the first place and we're only going to the museum, not a Vegas chapel. So maybe you should try being happy for me for once instead of constantly doubting my ability make sensible, adult choices. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to research the flight pattern of geese."]

[igotatasteforoldermendelrey]

I will run miles for you.

Picture from 4ngelvision on Pinterest

A/N : Hi guys! Wrote this short one today. I hope you will like it!

English is not my first language you might find mistakes in there!

Ship : Joel x reader

Summary : Joel, you and Ellie were all living in Jackson. One night, you were woken up by the sounds of things being knocked over downstairs. After realising Joel was fighting someone who flee when he saw you, you had to make sure it won’t happen again.

Warnings : established relationship, fighting, swearing, mention of death (not Joel’s), running, mention of infected, fluff, a little bit of angst?

If I forgot anything don’t hesitate to tell me!

I do not consent to any of my work to be translated or posted anywhere else without my permission.

Banners made on Pinterest.

You woke up to the sound of things being knocked down downstairs. You ran your hand over the side of the mattress where Joel was supposed to be laying on only to be met with cold. You sat up, looking on your bedside table to look at the time on your watch. 2:30 in the morning. The noise continued even stronger, as if things were thrown around.

Not being sure if it was Joel, you took your gun from the drawer beside your bed and went downstairs, holding it tighter between your fingers when you heard two voices. You slowly, made your way at the door frame, staying hidden in the shadow, just to take a better look at the scene.

It’s when you saw them. Joel on the floor, a man on top of him trying to hit him with his fist. the older man was trying to get the other man to let him go, pushing and hitting all he could. You slowly made your way to them, putting your gun against the head of the other man.

You better let him go before I blow your brain out. You warned him, pushing your gun against his head.

The man jumped, looking at you before pushing you with all his force to flee the house. You stayed on your feet thanks to the hold you had on a chair, and saw Ellie standing behind you.

Stay with him. You tell her before running outside after the man.

He wasn’t too far, not being able to run as fast as he could because Joel must have hit him in the leg. You quickly catch him up, jumping on him and sending him rolling on the floor. After making sure he couldn’t flee again, you tore off his hood, realising he was just a kid from the neighbourhood, someone who was working in the kitchen.

The fuck do you think you’re doing, Austin?! You exclaimed, your gun still in your hand.

This motherfucker deserves to die! He spat out at you with pure rage in his eyes.

Are you high? Drunk? You asked him, still holding him down with your legs.

Of course no! Joel killed my dad! He exploded, trying to get you off of him.

What’s your father’s name?

Patrick.

Austin… your father was infected. He got bitte during patrol. Joel didn’t have a choice…

Stop it! Stop lying! He screamed at you, getting you off of him.

I am not. Ask your mother, or Tommy or Maria. He was bitten on the left arm. I’m sorry kid. Joel had to made sure he wasn’t going to be a danger for the town.

No one has ever been bitten on patrol!

They were asked to go watch a different road, the infected were lying under the snow. No one knew, Austin. The others had a lot of chance to be able to flee without getting bite.

That’s not… it’s not fair!

It’s not. I’m sorry. You put slowly a hand on his shoulder. Go home, kid. You’re mom must be worried.

She is sleeping. Always is since dad died. He sniffed.

Maybe Gail can see her. I’m sorry kid, really. Now go home. We won’t say anything about tonight if you stay in place.

He nodded one last time before turning around and walking to his house without looking back at you. You sighed, saddened by this kid who just wanted to venge his father. None of them deserved this life. You returned home, finding Joel sat on a chair and Ellie walking from one side of the kitchen to other, telling him how she will find him and kill him.

WoW, nobody’s going to kill anyone. I took care of it. You interrupted her, walking in the kitchen and putting your gun on the table before getting antiseptic to disinfect Joel’s cut on his brow.

Who was it? What did you do to him? She asked, almost jumping on you.

He was Patrick’s kid. You replied staring at Joel who sighed when he heard the name. His dad got infected on a patrol.

Why would he attack Joel then?

Cause he blames me. I was the one who took care of his father after he got bitten. Can’t be mad at him.

What? He tried to kill you! Ellie exclaimed.

Joel scoffed. No he didn’t. He couldn’t have done it, almost couldn’t land a punch. That was just an angry kid, Ellie. Think if you were in his shoes.

Well at least I know how to land a punch. She replied with a murmur, exiting the kitchen to go back to bed.

I swear this kid… Joel said, letting you take his face in your hand to apply the antiseptic.

She’s a teenager. I’m sure you were like that too at her age… or still are. You added with a murmur.

What’s that supposed to mean?

That you’re sometimes as moody as a teenager?

He scoffed, falling silent.

Well at least now I know you will jump on anyone trying to hurt me. Can’t believe you ran after him.

What? You thought I was gonna stay standing there while a man was trying to hurt the man I love? You don’t know me as much as I thought you did, mister Miller.

You love me? He replied, acting like it was something he didn’t know.

Shut up. You added with a smile, finishing patching him up. Now let’s go back to bed, you’re going to be even more moody tomorrow.

I’m not moody!

You hummed, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom. You both laid down and he took you in his arms, needing to feel you close to make sure you were here. He would never admit it but for a minute he got scared downstairs when he was on his back in the kitchen. For just a few second he thought that maybe it could be the end for him, leaving you and Ellie alone and that thought alone made him fight back with everything he had.

Hey Miller? You asked in the darkness. I will run miles for you. You simply said, getting deeper in his embrace.

You smiled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beating faster.

[seleneprince]

Jason Todd suddenly having a stepmother and three additional younger siblings out of nowhere, moved into the same house as him. Knowing damn well something is fishy about this marriage, specially coming from the new Mrs Wayne, but not saying anything because Bruce told him to not intervene.

Jason resenting the woman at first, but being uncapable of feeling the same way about the kids, who apparently think he's cool and drag him into playing with them, and well, he can't say no. He doesn't have the heart.

Jason noticing the oldest seems wary of him for some reason, as if she doesn't trust him, but eventually warming up to him when he perseveres in getting her out of her shell.

Jason adoring the three of them, encouraging them to call him "big bro Jay", but having a special bond with the oldest girl, who soon enough becomes his partner in crime in the family. Sneaking out to the kitchen to eat more dessert than they were allowed to, falling asleep together, chasing each other around the manor, playing pranks on the adults. Even getting grounded together.

Jason soaking up all the admiration and affection she shows him, and viceversa. Both low-key teaming up to complain about Dick being kinda an asshole to them. Promising the girl that he'll never leave her, and if she ever needs anything, she can count on "big bro Jay" to help her.

Jason learning even to like his stepmother, who makes homemade snacks for when he goes out with Batman, ruffles his hair while calling him cute nicknames and inviting him to eat at the table with her and her kids as well, as if he's her child too. And he feels guilty but god, he wants it so badly

Jason doubting himself more often that he'd like, admitting once to his beloved little sister that he doesn't feel like he'll ever be like Dick Grayson, only for her to look at him directly in the eyes all confidently and say "You're right, because you're better than him." His eyes getting wet out of sudden and hugging her tightly, as if her warmth alone can erase all his suffering. And it does.

Jason picking them up from school, scaring the shit out of anyone who messes with his little siblings. Carrying their backpacks for them. Telling them that if they ever feel threatened or even worried, don't do anything themselves, tell him instead. Let big bro take care of it.

Jason promising his little sister that he'll always love her, no matter what, and that he'll come back to them even if it costs him. Swearing up and down that he won't ever break her heart.

"We're family, little wing. Nothing can change that. You'll always be my babysister."

Jason loving his little sister more than anything, with all his heart...until his last breath. Dying with the realisation that he broke his promise.

Jason crawling his way back, forever changed. Forever mutated into someone else he barely recognises sometimes. Coming back to Gotham with hands stained in blood and the new weight of his sins on his shoulders. The pain, the fury and the revenge burning his soul until the boy he once was is nothing but ashes.

Jason returning to the manor, painfully aware of the darkness he now carries. That infects his being. Noticing everyone looking at him with wariness, like a bomb about to explode...except someone.

Jason seeing again those familiar eyes, full of warmth and longing, that he thought would never see again. There's no fear in her, no reluctance. No, worst. She's happy. Her eyes light up and runs to him, a bit wary in her steps, but her joy overshadowing everything else. She's unsure, but still reaches out. She still sees the boy who left, not the monster that came back.

Jason feeling too tainted and too guilty to even face her properly, ignoring the pang in his chest at her heartbroken face when he brushes her off. Telling himself he doesn't deserve her affection, not anymore. That he will just corrupt her, curse her by sticking close. Convincing himself that it's for her own good. Because that's what a big brother does. Protecting his little siblings from anything...even from himself.

Jason putting distance between them, pushing her away as much as he can, over and over until he realises she's moving on. That she no longer seeks him out, instead going on with her life and growing up. He's so glad, and so, so proud of her even if he doesn't tell her it fucking breaks him but what he's supposed to do?

Jason still spending time with the rest of the family because it's different with them. They already accepted the boy he once was is dead. They went through shit themselves to somewhat understand his own. They're all soldiers in their own ways, under the bat's shadow. There's no innocence to protect there, no one he can dissapoint. No one that he cares anyway.

Jason convinced that she's safe and better off without him, swallowing the poison threatening to spill out from his mouth when he catches Duke getting cozy with her in all too familiar way, biting his tongue as he looks the other way. That was his spot first, she used to be his, it's not fair it's not fucking fair

Jason forcing himself to not think about it every day....and then seeing her battered body crashed in a dark alley, on top of a car. Covered in bruises and blood and broken. Unresponsive. Not breathing. And he has no fucking idea what happened. Or how. Or why. No one knows, no one can tell him, there's no one to ask. All he knows is that his little sister fell from a fucking window and must've been bleeding alone there until she blacked out. Alone and battered, dying in silence.

Jason realising, with a heartcrushing force, that he fucked up. Astronomically. And it's too late now.

[k3n999]

TS 2.0 demo spoiler

About a minor change to one of Ais' line that I wish they'd left it as it was🚶...

Just want to talk abt it because it's been bothering me a bit. (warning; it kinda long..I didn't mean it......)

In previous version, when MC said smth a long the lines; Ais threatened them and had the gal to kick them out just so he could go drinking, he'd reply with this:

but in this update they changed to this :

Which at first, I found it..cute..like, ohoh~ he's being being flirty with me now, so much so that I shamelessly got off my chair, giggling and kicking my feet and all. Because again, it was cute.

But then I realized that- oh.. they took the 'I was lonely' line which- honestly...makes me sad. Because that single completely changed my perspective on what kind of person- monster Ais is.

It's the second thing that made me go 'awwhh...' and at that point I started to have a soft spot for him. (The first one was obviously how soft he is towards princess *sobss*)

The line is so short and simple, you could easily brush it off. But to me it says a lot about him.

I played this game completely blind at first. I didn't know a single thing about it, or Ais. (Mind you I played before RSS drop the lore abt Ais and his gang) So it caught me off guard a bit that this big scary demon guy, also a gang leader, who threatened me with his soulless + with whatever tantacles thing he had going on in the background hours ago is...lonely? Why would he be lonely when he has his own people. No way his gang took a walk that long, right? Why didn't he have his gang at the bar, drinking with him?

These question kept playing in my head. So I did some digging, maybe I could find answers; he dislike isolation, his flower is Red Spider Lily which symbolizes Mourning, goodbyes and lost memories. In his character summery said smth like; "...he was once a seasoned leader, but now he's alone...".

So all of these made sense a bit of why he might be lonely. Then RSS finally dropped the lore oh what happened to his people. It still doesn't answer much but I think we all kind of get the idea now.

Okay now I think I’m already starting to blabber goodness gracious. What my point is that, I much prefer the original line; it kind of gives a hint to the player abt who Ais is (welp not a lot, but yknow). He's not just some big scary dude that smashing ppl's skull, but there's something going on with him that make us think. I think it’s a great detail to include in the demo/prologue. It makes you more curious and question more about the character. Than just simply flirt with you. Which still, idm but nyeh yknow ajdgjsjs

Or maybe this whole thing its just me *shrugs*

But yeah this. This is what I feel. And it's already that time where I'm gonna put my head on a pillow and hopefully I don't cry myslef to sleep thinking about this.

Have a good day everyone <3

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[luna-the-cretar]

One thing that I feel is too heavily slept on is that Virgil CANONICALLY says shit like “I have daddy energy” to Jericho. I know he’s a scary gross demon crow man, but also…he’s kinda silly sometimes. He’s a bit of a goofy goober.

Like, I highly doubt he does it often, but I can 100% see him doing it from time to time to confuse the ever-loving fuck out of Jericho (and everyone else whenever he responds verbally).

Virgil: I bet I could yeet that baby off the catherdral

Jericho: Virgil what the fuck are you talking about

Virgil: skibidi rizz Ohio

Jericho: *extremely confused scarecrow noises*

[graylinesspam]

The kid commander.

Ahsoka stands on the bridge of the ship watching the fighters scream past. Watching the plasma bolts bloom into smoking plumes of flame when they puncture a hull.

She relays instructions to the bridge crew. A steadiness in her voice that has no right being there. Men scurry around her. Rushing from one station to another. Carrying out her orders.

She is laying siege to a another vessel. Raining fire upon it. Hemming it in with her fighters. Breaking the hull open little by little. Putting just enough pressure on it so that the crew will surrender.

It's a dangerous game. Applying violence to someone without the intention of killing them. It's a lot like torture. If your subject was a ship instead of a body. Breaking it in the nonvital places so it can still recover enough to tell you what you want to hear.

She waves a hand to the closest CO as she gives her next order. Not bothering to so much as step away from the place she's chosen to stand. The place that gives her an optimal view of the battleground.

Skywalker is out there in his fighter somewhere. Still very much a part of this battle. But not leading it. Doing his favorite thing instead. Flying recklessly through enemy space confusing them into flying poorly and getting themselves killed.

"Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the enemy ship." A member of the comm crew shouts.

"Put them through." She says, stifling a self satisfied smile and tucking her arms behind her back in a regulation at easy stance.

The Separatist commander's face appears on the screen, looking like he might have been tossed around a bit.

"This is Commander Tano of the 501st legion of the Grand Army of the Republic." Ahsoka introduces herself according to protocal.

"Who? Where's Skywalker?" the man on the screen demands.

"The General has seeded command to me. I think you'll find I am more than capable of discussing the terms of your surrender." She sounds unaffected by the insult.

"I-I-I will not be surrendering to some child." He sounds almost too confused to be really angry. But plenty offended.

"Then perhaps we should give you more time to consider it." Before the man has time to protest Ahsoka raises a hand. The transmission cuts out abruptly. The fool's confused face frozen momentarily in shock as the signal breaks.

She doesn't flinch as the battle continues to rage around her. Her own men far outnumber the enemy. Their fighters have been beaten back behind their frigate already. Which is already smoldering all over, virtually without shields and on it's last leg. They have minutes until this battle is over. Whether by surrender or distruction.

Rex knows Ahsoka is hoping for surrender. Whatever her bravado says, she is a jedi at heart. But her also knows that she will blow the enemy ship to rubble, if she must.

Ahsoka cares about bringing her men home. Cares about it more than winning the war. More than enjoying the power trip she's indulging in now. With her shoulders broad and her chin up. Every man in the room following her word.

Not just because they have to. Because they are experiencing this all with her. She is leading them to victory and they know it.

The comms officer makes another announcement as another desk jockey in greys brings her a steaming cup. Ahsoka gestures with one hand and accepts the cup with the other.

"I will discuss the terms of my surrender." The Separatist grits out through his teeth.

"Excellent, we'll begin."

[jamiesfootball]

Word Game Wednesday

Tight

Ted smiled, but the expression felt too tight, like pulling a sweater out for winter only to realize it didn’t fit anymore.

“I’m going to level with you, Greg. Reason I’m here is because an old friend of mine used to make it a habit to swing by for his own meetings. Never spoke much about them, and I didn’t want to pry, but I could tell they really helped. So when I heard the news about my–“

Ted fumbled. For all that the English language was full to the brim with eccentricities and curveballs, he didn’t think that any one of them had been made that could precisely capture the Mancunian-shaped space in his life.

“Jamie,” Greg finished for him.

Shoot, maybe it was that simple.

“Yeah,” Ted said wistfully. “My Jamie. When I heard about– anyways, after that I started looking around. Found out you folks had added a night for friends and family, so I thought I’d make like that fella on The Bear and see what’s what. Maybe grab a pamphlet. I don’t know how I got my nights mixed up, but I walked in expecting an AA meeting. I wasn’t expecting this.“

He gestured at the sandwich board, although did it still bear that name if it wasn't loitering outside a sandwich shop?

The board didn’t have an answer for that. What it did have to say, in white block letters, was:

Survivors of Domestic Violence every other Tuesday 7pm - 9pm

[horsechestnut]

Baffled by the lack of Dark Knights of Steel fan fic about the Robins. Like, the story is sitting there for the taking!

Dick and Jason's stories can be adapted without really having to change anything. Duke and Steph are a little harder, but a few nudges here and there and you've got your story. Cass isn't in Tales of the Three Kingdoms so we can assume she comes later, but again you just need a few touches to adjust.

But Tim and Damian? How in the world did they get wrapped up with the Robins? Is Damian still Bruce's son in this universe? Does he have latent Kryptonian powers? Is he illegitimate or did Talia and Bruce get married? Was he raised by his grandfather to believe he is the rightful heir to the kingdom, only to run away when it got to be to much?

And how does Tim fit in? Are his parents nobles in this universe, and if so are they dead or did he run away? Does he sneak out at night to help the Robins but slip back into a mansion before morning?

And there are so many little details too! Jason has his white streak, where did it come from? How long have Tim and Cass been stationed in the other kingdoms? Where is Damian at the start of Dark Knights of Steel? What about Barbara, how does she fit into all of this? Are the other Robins a little annoyed that Bruce showed up with Cass and said 'she's one of you now' despite them all being a tight nit group, or did they accept her? What are Kal and Zala's relationships with the Robins like?

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Buck and Eddie have trouble getting engaged because Buck is going to Chimney for advice, and Eddie is going to Hen for advice. And Hen and Chimney (without consulting each other) tell them not to worry because Hen is 100% sure Buck is going to propose to Eddie, and Chimney is 100% sure Eddie is going to propose to Buck.

So it’s just this awkward standoff every day, where Eddie is waiting...and Buck is waiting...

And Hen and Chimney are in this endless cycle of “What do you know?”-”I don’t know anything! What do you know?”-”I don’t know anything either!”

And it finally gets so stressful that Ravi, being the World’s Best Middle Man, finally goes to Bobby about what he’s been observing (because as the Youngest Child, Ravi observes a lot).

And Bobby just says “I’ll take care of it.”

And he makes a call to Athena...who makes a call to Maddie...who makes a call to Karen.

(suffice to say, both Hen and Chimney gets smacks on the head by their significant others, and Athena invites Buck and Eddie over for dinner).

When Buck and Eddie arrive at the Grant-Nash household (with Christopher), they notice that the inside of house, and the patio, has been adorned with fairy lights, candles,  and flowers.

Athena, dressed much fancier than to be expected for a small dinner, approaches the three of them as they reach the bottom of the stairs and come into the living room.

“Eddie Diaz,” she begins, looking Eddie in the eye “ - do you want to get married?”

Eddie is SO confused. So is Buck.

“Uh, I mean...” he looks over at Buck “...yeah, yeah, I do.”

“You do?”!” Buck exclaims.

“Well, yeah - “

“Well, then why - ?”

“ - Evan Buckley,” Athena interrupts, now looking at Buck. “D you want to get married?”

Buck glances over at Eddie. “Yes,” he says, ���yes, I do.”

“Well, good, cuz we didn’t all get dressed up for nothin,” says Athena. “Out on the patio, all of you.”

Athena ushers all three of them (Buck and Eddie are still confused, but Chris is beaming) out onto the decked-out patio, where most of their loved ones are gathered.

Bobby, dressed to the nines in his formal Captain’s uniform, beckons them to come over to where he’s standing, at the head of the group.

“So, are we doin’ this?” he asks with a smile, as they walk over to stand in front of him.

“They both said they want to get married. and I would assume that meant to each other,” Athena told him.

“ - It does!” Buck, Eddie, and everyone else shouts.

Bobby laughs.

“OK then - dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...”

[chimkin-samich]

Nebula act 3 is gonna have 13 parts.

I know cuz I just completed it and put it into the right folders... A total of 34 more panels before the end. Which is not much if we take in consideration the length of the entire thing

🙃

Sometimes I sit and wonder why I did this to myself...

[startledstoat]

Like every week I get a new hc that runs through my mind on loop for that week and this week it's Reg and Pandora being first introduced as partners for an arranged marriage and from there it goes one of two ways

Either it's when they're teens when they meet and like as soon as they first make eye contact they clock each other like "that is so not a heterosexual lmfao"

Or where they're like older and actually close to the wedding and one of them finally cracks under the stress and comes out to the other, like half afraid they'll react badly but then they get the opposite (example: pandora coming out as ace and saying that she knows their families expect them to have heirs but that she doesn't want to have sex with him, and Regulus' shoulders just sag with actual relief and he's like "oh thank fucking God cause dont get me wrong you're like great and all but I didn't know how to tell you that I'm gayer than the fruit section at the grocery store")

OR

Option three being them engaged since before they could walk and they grow up together and then like when they get to the age where they're parents are seriously talking about the marriage they make a pact that they'll go through with getting married and just continue on as platonic best friends that are ending their bloodlines.

No omg I don't even ship pandalily but imagine at a fancy dinner party or something Dora like scandalizes all the old posh people by being like "this is my husband, Regulus. Over there is my girlfriend, Lily, and next to her is her ex-husband, James. James and Regulus are boyfriends.

[sisterdivinium]

"We can't kill this woman, she's astounding" -- I couldn't agree more with what was said of Sylvia by Mr Hayter himself after the revelation that they were going to kill Superion off. Wow.

Then again, this ties in with one of the many things I eventually want to talk about concerning what the show did or didn't do with its older cast and it's very interesting to see that... The older characters really were in peril and escaped death thanks to decisions made in the writers' room later on, mostly because they liked the actors so much. Narratively speaking, within the genre, it was very likely we'd see them go and these comments by one of the writers confirm it.

Good thing the show really didn't care about sticking to the conventional!

[spill-to-t]

After spending "some" time on Pinterest I just noticed that Andrew Lincoln has a quite prominent birth mark on his right thigh and it's always hidden in scenes in which you see his bare legs. Only in little frames you will notice (if you pay attention)... But this isn't about the birth mark... It's about me spendin too much time on this platform 💀

[artyartpile]

Vicious/Aegis Alver | Tales of Crestoria Summary:

Vicious isn’t sure he loves Aegis.

Hell, he’s not sure he’s capable of it. He’s the Great Transgressor, and monsters like him don’t know love. Not that of a mother’s touch; not that of a friend's hand. He certainly isn’t loved by any of his victims, and he's never found it from the hunters and Enforcers that dogged him his whole life. As far as he can remember, the word has never even been thrown his way. After all, who would be insane enough to even want to love the world’s greatest sinner?

The truth is– nobody.

At least, that’s what Vicious thought. Up until the day Aegis Alver pulled him aside and whispered, “I love you.”