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flipping-the-coin · 1 year ago

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[Inquisitorial Report: Subject - Head Archivist: Orion Pax]

[Authorization Level: Prime]

[Listed Authorizations: Optimus Prime]

[Assigned Inquisitor: Jazz]

[One deca-cycle into assignment]

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I gotta say, OP, compared to my last gig, this job is practically a vacation. I’m not entirely sure what you’re wanting me to be looking for, though. I haven’t seen any indicators that suggest Orion OR Megatron are doing anything worth writing about. Even their normal routine is mundane and domestic. They seem happy together, like a regular conjunxed pair, if a bit touchier than the average couple.

Orion seems to like calligraphy and rocks. He has a small collection of brushes and pigments he uses when he works, but I admit, I have only witnessed him scribing twice in the small amount of time I’ve been watching. He brings a new rock home every few cycles or so, though.

You wouldn’t think it, because the Archives are so slagging pristine, but Orion seems to lose that ability once his pedes step through the door. I wouldn’t go as far as to suggest he’s a slob or anything, but it seems Megatron is the one who keeps the hab in order. He does most of the fuel preparation as well if this deca-cycle is standard.

The single most noteworthy thing is Orion and Megatron’s rather large collection of illegal literature; mostly pre-war Decepticon propaganda and literature, which, honestly, doesn’t strike me as especially surprising considering it's MEGATRON and ORION PAX living together in this hab. They also have several different volumes of a banned pre-war Kaoni poetry anthologies that specialize in ah… you know? The kinky kind of words. If that’s something you’re concerned about, I can look further into it and catalog their collection.

There really isn’t much else to say, OP. Orion Pax is unnoteworthy, and Megatron seems pacified for now. I gotta say, though, it feels a little weird. Shouldn’t this be handled by someone who doesn’t have a conflict of interest? Orion was my best friend before the war, you know? Anyway, I wasn’t sure what else to give you in this report, so I attached an entry from Pax’s journal. I have no clue when he wrote this. His entries aren’t dated, and they are just as disorganized as everything else in this hab.

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There still has been no word on the whereabouts of my sire, and this knowledge has been a heavy conflict in my processor as of late. It is as if he simply disappeared. His remains were not found in the ruins of the Archives before they were rebuilt, and there have been exactly zero sightings of any mechs matching his description since the re-founding of our planet. He simply has vanished; along with that Primus forsaken Covenant of his.

I had hoped that it would have remained within the ruins, perhaps even been secured in the vaults, or the recesses of his office somewhere. But it, too, seems to have been lost. I hoped it would have answers for me. I simply wish to understand why.

Alpha Trion was rarely ever kind or loving towards me. Warmth was not in his nature, I suppose. As I reminisce upon my upbringing now, it is clear to me that while I saw him as my Sire, he did not view me as a Sire would his sparkling. He was always pushing me towards something that he never would clearly explain. I once thought that he was training me to be his replacement, so that he may retire and live out the rest of his days without the strains of his duties; but I know now that that was merely his cover story.

I was never meant to be the Head Archivist at all. I was only to be molded into some… encasement so that Optimus could be born. I don’t… fully understand all of the details as of yet. I am still trying to work out why. Why did it have to be me? Wouldn’t it have been better to ask this of a mech who wanted it? Why choose someone who was consistently resistant towards notions of the Matrix and the Primacy? Why was Optimus so slagging important to begin with that his creation needed to happen when it did? Why did my SIRE order my capture, for what he had to have known would bring about my imprisonment?

I fear I will never have the answer to these and many other questions that have plagued my processor since I finally became able to think rationally. I miss my Sire…. Even though I have doubts that he ever missed me once I was gone. I still long for his approval, even though I know that I ultimately failed in the only task he truly wished for me to fulfil. I want him to love me the way I needed him to when I was a sparkling, even though I do not think he is capable of emotions at all.

And yet I am fearful of him. I think I would rather have confirmation of his death than to not know if he is a threat, looming in the distance. I know I have caused him some level of shame in how I treated the Prime he forced into my care. I know I must have embarrassed him that cycle in the Council Chambers. I was not supposed to refuse the Matrix. I know I was not supposed to fall in love and beautifully defile myself in the embraces of a gladiator. I was supposed to be his perfect sacrifice, and I arrived tainted and unwilling.

I know that he never liked nor approved of my relationship with Megatronus. I cannot imagine his stance on that will have changed, if he still walks amongst us. His influence has always been extraordinarily grand. Smokescreen looks up to him. It would take next to nothing for him to convince the Guard to ignore the Optimus’ final wishes and…. I can’t even force myself to write the glyphs necessary…

Alpha Trion could ruin everything. He could take my job… my Conjunx. He could undo what little good I have been able to achieve in expanding access to records to the public. He would be a powerful voice for functionalism that just may be exactly the last push needed to turn our political mess into the same disaster it was pre-war. Him and that…. Primus forsaken Covenant of his ruined my life… So why do I miss him?

As I sit here in my berth with my Champion in recharge beside me, I am reminded of what love is supposed to feel like. It is not distant and cruel. It does not… force another into something they are not. I had no choice in anything my entire life. I did everything I was supposed to do for millennia. It was never enough to earn his love or his attention.

I do not understand how anyone can blame me for choosing Megatronus over everything Alpha Trion wanted me to become. Megatronus showed me love. He showed me warmth, and touch and affections, even before our relationship became romantic… he was always warm and encouraging. He made me wish to truly live and not merely float through life in a desperate attempt to gain the affections of my Sire.

Megatronus reminded me that I am allowed to be a person, that I am allowed to want things for myself, that I was more than what I was allowed to be. I gave up so much of myself for Alpha Trion that I forgot who I even was. I am almost as afraid of going back to that mode of existence as I am of being trapped once more.

I do not regret choosing Megatronus. I will stand firm in my choice until my spark extinguishes. Megatronus saved me, and I am uncertain if he even realizes it. He showed me what it means to love someone and be loved in return. The love I share with Megatronus is nothing like that with Alpha Trion, but I was given a perspective of love that taught me what it is and what it is not. Megatronus and I love one another unconditionally and affection is given freely when desired, it is not hoarded to be used as a special treat when one behaves. Even though I miss him terribly, I pray that he is never found. It pains me to wish that he is offline for good, but I am certain that he would do all he could to punish me for going against his desires, harming his precious brother and for embarrassing him in the Senate that cycle. I know that his approval is impossible, so it is best, for me, at least, that wherever he is; he stays buried.

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#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #transformers prime au #two sides to a coin au #two sides supplemental writing #orion pax #megaop #megatron #jazz #two sides supplemental inquisitorial report #two sides supplemental Jazz

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sadnesslaughs · 4 months ago

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You died, you met a god(dess), and you got offered a new life in another world with the usual package -- OP powers, a personal harem, the works. Smelling a scam, you refused. That pissed them off.

(A response to a writing prompt)

“The fuck do you mean, I’m good?” Her perfect face contorted, lips closing in on each other as she gave a threatening pout. “No one refuses this. I don’t even have a Plan B, that’s how rare this is. So, take your stupid hero fantasy before I shove it straight up your-“

“LANGUAGE!”

“I CREATED LANGUAGE, I’LL USE IT AS I PLEASE.” An aura of holy light raged around her, blinding me momentarily. When it cleared, her blonde hair had become frayed, with strands standing in all directions.

I didn’t know what to say, rocking on the chair as I tried to think of a way to pacify her. “I’m not interested in the whole hero thing. I didn’t really enjoy those stories when I was a kid, felt a little cliché.”

“What about a harem? Beautiful ladies, who wouldn’t want that? Some may even rival my beauty.” She said, flicking her hair, which wasn’t helping the bad hair day she was having.

“I don’t need a harem. I just want to find the perfect person. Someone who gets me.” I explained, not wanting to mention that while I would love a person as beautiful as her, I wouldn’t want them to have a similar personality.

“Nerd.” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing. Such a nerdy answer.” She whispered again, although she did it a little louder, as if she wanted me to hear the nerd part. “Look, what about super powers? You could be Batman.”

“Batman doesn’t have any powers.”

“Huh? Yes he does.” She rummaged through her desk, pulling out trinkets, fire staffs and a limited edition copy of Batman. She pointed to the cover and smirked. “Bat-Man.” she drawled. “His powers are in the title. He’s a bat.”

She said it so smugly that I almost wanted to let it slide, feeling that any answer I gave her would be the wrong one. “Actually… He’s a guy in a suit with a lot of money. Well, not ‘just’ a guy, but he doesn’t have any powers.”

She peeled off the pristine wrapping, flipping through the pages, before laughing. “Ma-ha!”

I tilted my head, wondering what was so funny. Maybe the Joker had told a joke that tickled her funny bone? When she saw me looking, she turned the comic around, pointing to his dead parents.

“THEY GOT SHOT. MA-HA, How funny. Why did they not simply bribe their goddess and get resurrected? Are they stupid? What shoddy writing. Ah, that’s funny. You mortals do know your comedy.” She wiped a tear from her eye, tossing the comic onto her table.

I didn’t have the psychiatric skills necessary to dissect her humor, steering the conversation elsewhere. “Why do you have that, anyway?”

“Oh, this old thing? Some guy died while holding it. Think he got stabbed while fighting for it in a parking lot outside of a Mcdonalds. You would be surprised how many Mcdonald’s related deaths I see.”

“Because of the food?”

“No, carpark brawls. Do you humans set up a fighting arena there or something? Wait? MA-HA-HA-HA, MA-HA!” She smacked her table with her fist, creating a dent in it. My stomach turned, feeling I didn’t want to know what was so funny. Beyond my better judgement, I asked.

“What’s so funny?”

“M…MA….MAHAHAHAHAHA.” She struggled to speak, laughing for a solid two minutes before wiping more tears from her eyes. “Ah, well, that guy that gave me the comic wished he was Batman. So, he had to watch his parents die. Isn’t that funny?”

I sat there horrified, listening to her laugh, before she stopped, looking at my face.

“You mortals don’t have a sense of humor. People die all the time, build a bridge and get over it. Look, you’re getting your powers or a new job/world, so pick something and hurry up. I haven’t got all day.”

“Technically, you-“

“Technically, you should be very careful about what you say, unless you want to be his Robin.”

“How do you even know that? You didn’t even know Batman had powers.”

“I’m a quick reader.” She bragged, somehow gaining all that lore from a simple flick through the pages. It was scary how much power she held, having a dominating energy that made the room feel heavy, like she was a whirlpool and I was trapped in her vortex.

I had to choose something, but what? She looked like she operated on genie rules, which made things dangerous. I doubt anything I picked would end well for me. What task would be relatively safe? “What’s life like for a goddess and her fellow afterlife dwellers?”

She thought about it before shrugging. “Eh, it’s fine. Unlimited food, can sleep as long as you want, access to infinite knowledge, that sort of stuff. Why?”

“Was curious. What about the people that work here? I’m sure you have secretaries and helpers.”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “They live comfortably. None of the gods or goddesses would allow them to be tormented. It would make us all look bad.” Suspicion poisoned her tone, making it obvious I needed to act quick.

“I’ll be your assistant then. That’s what I want.”

“NO!” She stomped her foot. “Go and get killed in some other world. I need entertainment. It’s so boring here. You idiots are the only things keeping me sane.”

“You said I could pick anything, right? Powers/jobs. I chose a job.”

She thought about it before sulking, leaning against her desk. “Fine, but I hope you know I’ll subject you to the worst working conditions that the afterlife allows. A whole hour of work without a break. Well, you get one twenty-minute break, but no additional breaks.” She smirked, calling this a victory for herself.

If I was going to survive this job, I needed to learn to play into her ego. I held my chest, dramatically turning towards the exit. “A whole hour. I can’t do it. That’s basically one whole portion of my day.”

“MA-HA. You can’t escape my wrath. You will work that whole hour, and you will like it. I’m going to make you do all the horrible tasks, like restocking the fridge and picking up my groceries. You’ll be exhausted.”

“NOOOOOO.” I screamed, dropping to my knees. “No..” I let out a whimper before breaking character. “Um, do I have somewhere to stay?”

“Duh, the hotel where everyone stays. You just walk into the elevator and it zaps you into your room.”

“Where is the hotel?”

“Ugh, I’ll take you there.”

I expected a tour. Instead, she flicked my forehead, flinging me through a portal. The portal flashed a rainbow of colors until I was on my back in the lobby of a hotel. The hotel was gorgeous, filled with beautiful angelic statues, a vending machine with free snacks and a whole decorated marble floor. I picked myself up, finding the entrance empty. There was a front desk, but since no one was operating it, I explored the area myself, stumbling towards the elevator.

Inside the elevator, I expected to find buttons, only for a beam to zap my body, throwing me onto a bed. The bed, made of an angelically soft material, almost lulled me to sleep with just a touch. Pulling myself out of its comforting grip, I rolled out of bed, seeing the rest of my room.

Calling it a room was an understatement. It was a home. Having everything a person could want. Gym, living room, pool, spa, sauna and kitchen. All of this wrapped in a clean and gold themed room, with glittery bits of gold adorning the tables and cabinets. After getting some bottled water from the fridge, I laid down, resting my head on the pillow.

A ring echoed through the room before the goddess appeared on a cushion. At least I thought it had been a cushion. The cloud shaped device floating off the bedside table, hovering in front of me, giving her a good view of my face. Like any old person, she had her face pressed against the camera, so I could only see the bridge of her nose and part of her eyes. Seems a thousand year old goddesses suffered from the same problems as sixty-year-old mortals.

“Ma-ha. I hope you get a good sleep because you’ll be working early tomorrow. That’s right, be ready to wake up at 1pm! MA-HA. You’ll be a tired mess all day.” She laughed before stepping away from the camera, pouting. “How do I turn this off?” I saw her lips moving again, but no sound was coming from the device.

“I think you hit the mute button.”

She mouthed something and then made a laughing motion, so I could only assume it was an insult. She hit another button, which only made the camera switch around, showing her office. After another attempt, she turned it off.

“She’s really bad with technology. Maybe I should help her out with it tomorrow?” I wondered, giving the cloud device a look over. It looked like a type of phone, but I still wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. Deciding to leave it for tomorrow, I closed my eyes, getting ready for my ‘early’ start tomorrow.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

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op-imaginesandmore · 3 years ago

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How would Issho/Fujitora, Doflamingo, Smoker, Arlong, and Gin react to their s/o dying in their arms? (human s/o for all of them including Arlong) Sorry there are so many the posts you've made so far I've enjoyed immensely. I love your style of writing! (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I’m going to do just Smoker, and with each of the asks with multiple characters I will pick the one I am most comfortable with writing and go from there. I hope you like it! And also, to anyone who reads this and likes it, thank you! But my ask box will remain closed until…idk, probably a long time. I don’t want to get any one’s hopes about about anything.

Pairing: Smoker x GN!reader

Warnings: Angst, character death (you asked for it), mild descriptions of injury, mentions of blood, implied smut (mildest of spice), unbeta’d if that is a warning

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The OP was supposed to be a simple one. Get in, do reconnaissance, stay under the radar, come back with what info they needed on the pirate crew, get out.

No one thought Big Mom herself was going to recognize Y/N, because you were good at your job. You had been spying for the government for years, you’d worked with Smoker as one of his subordinates, had infiltrated countless pirate crews, revolutionary bases, treasonous scum that thought they could get away with anything, and had always succeeded in your job.

Lay low, go unnoticed, get the info, come back to him. It was a perfectly organized system that was like clock work, each gear turning for the purpose of civilian protection, and justice.

Until now.

Blood soaked the beach he was kneeling on, who’s it was, he had no idea. Could be his, was probably the pirates’ that were scattered around the Vice-Admiral like debris after a storm, but what infuriated him most was it was most definitely yours.

Wheezes, broken and wet, escaped from your lips, swollen eyes looking up into stoic grey that was like looking into twin hurricanes. Anger, righteous and intense, swirled around with frustration, concern, grief, and an emotion you knew from your quiet moments between soft sheets and the hard planes of his body.

So gentle you barely felt it, he lifted you from the sand like something precious, your blood dripping down his arms and pooling beneath your broken body. Your eyes, swollen and bruised, squinted up at him and a soft smile cracked painfully across your lips.

“Hey handsome” you rasped, a cough that was soaked with blood spurting out. Smoker put a large hand through your matted hair, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’m gonna get you to the ship’s infirmary” he seethed through his teeth, the usual multiple cigars he kept there like pacifiers long gone. He made to get up, but the cry that came from your lips was shrill and heartbreaking. He immediately stopped, holding you to his chest in a hold soft enough for a newborn.

“I know it hurts, but you need-“

“Do you remember Alabasta?”

Smoker stopped, looking down at your broken body that had the audacity to be giving him the smile that always managed to make his heart flutter in his chest like a crushing school girl’s. He swallowed thickly, not trusting his voice and opting for a nod.

“You were such a baby about Strawhat, I thought you were going to implode when he had his crew mate save your life.” You reached a trembling hand to his face, stroking the rough stubble of his jaw. Almost involuntarily, Smoker leaned into the soft touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as memories of their time on the desert island came to mind.

It had been the first time you had ever yelled at him, calling him reckless and blind. Telling him you were thankful for Strawhat, grateful he had saved his “stupid, sorry, ass” so you had the chance to give him a piece of your mind. He had retaliated with a practiced speech about being your superior, about how you should worry more about your job than what he was doing, how you shouldn’t talk to him like that.

Then you had the nerve to yell at him that you didn’t have a choice but to worry about him. When he yelled at you back about the why, instead of answering him you kissed him square on the mouth.

Their first kiss was in the moment, it was all teeth clacking and sudden and Smoker had been blindsided, but also hadn’t been. The two of you had been flirting with the line between officer and government agent for months at that point, subtle glances and bold, shameless flirting on your part had morphed into soft and subtle touches and hours of listening to you talk about everything and anything.

When the shock of it had worn off a second after you started kissing him, he hadn’t expected for himself to kiss you back. He had adjusted your chin, softened the kiss, and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his own waist in a way that sent chills down his spine as he carried you to his desk. He set you down upon it, gentle as can be, but your legs stayed around his waist, his hips grinding into yours in a way that had him growling. Your lips had been like soft, plush, velvet on his own chapped ones, tongue sinful in its exploration, running against his to beg for entrance.

The two of you broke apart, you were panting, your face flush as you put your head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. He smelled like a cigar, a hint of sweet fruit in a haze of earth and smoke that always managed to make your head spin. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you licked the taste of him from them.

“I worry about you because I care about you Smoker” you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the sunlight coming in through the porthole of his cabin “probably more than what’s appropriate for a working relationship, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You put your hand on his face, stroking the apple of his cheek in a way no one had ever dared touch him before “if you don’t want this though, we can stop right now and never talk about it a-“

Smoker was kissing you again, softer but with a passion that turned your whole body into jelly that molded into his. It was brief, too brief for your liking but he was looking at you with a smoldering gaze that promised more.

“We do this, we tell no one.” He said with conviction “I can’t have my subordinates thinking I have favorites, and fraternizing could get me and you in a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, understanding alighted in your eyes as you coyly bit your kiss swollen bottom lip.

“If that means I get to see your smoke powers at work in the bedroom, I’ll take an oath of silence”

He felt his body react, his hardened length against your thigh making you squeeze your legs together, bringing him impossibly closer.

Smoker’s chest tightened at the memory.

“I’m glad” you said, swollen gaze growing distant “that it all happened the way it did. The last year and a half has been the best of my life” another cough, violent and cracking in its intensity that it had you whimpering into Smokers chest, and his eyes were burning with the tears that were inevitable now.

“Y/N-“ Smoker started, the deep rumble of his voice cracking “baby, you’re gonna be fine, let’s just-“ he took a breath, steeling himself to try and lift you up again, but your head falling limp against his chest stopped him, made the breath leave his lungs and, for the first time in a very long time, Smoker felt true terror grip his careful self control.

“Y/N?” His voice, so unlike the commanding bass it usually was, soft and broken as the body he held “Y/N? Sweetheart c’mon, wake up” he shook you, your head lolling to one side and then the next awkwardly, before it rested back on his chest and Smoker realized your uneven breathing had stopped, the rasping, painful breaths gone quiet and the only sounds to be heard on the bloodied beach were Smoker’s own uneven hyperventilating “Y/N please! You-you can’t do this! Baby, c’mon-open those pretty eyes, please! Y/N? Y/N!”

He held on tight to your body as he slowly broke down, the tears running rivers down his face that had smudges of your blood on it from holding your body up to it, his face buried into your hair as if he could revive you if he held on a little tighter, begged a little harder to whatever god or devil would listen. His cries broke through the silence, their only companion the lapping of water against the sand and gore. He rocked back and forth, clinging to your lifeless body like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

That was how Tashigi found her Vice-Admiral, sobbing into your hair as he begged you to wake up. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she had to keep him moving, had to remind him of the duty he still held.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker?” She breathed, caution in her tone, heartbreak threatening to pull her under when his breath caught. He looked up at Tashigi with a tsunami of emotions that she had never seen him display. Heartbreak and grief worked in tandem to make the ever stoic and statuesque officer crumble to his knees.

“I’ve gathered the survivors of our platoon, we’re awaiting your orders, sir”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Smoker looking down at his dead lover, the emotions that had been raging across his face draining from his being, and was replaced once again with the careful stoicism that his position required of him.

He got up slowly, you still cradled against his chest as he looked out at the horizon. It was another long moment before he spoke.

“We bury our dead, then we take the fight to the one who started this.” There was a fury in his words that struck fear into Tashigi, a fear for how reckless her Vice-Admiral was about to be against a Yonko.

“But Smo-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” He whipped his head around, the grey of his eyes burning with an unbridled rage that seemed barely contained “I’m not gonna rest until every last piece of filth that carries the name of Charlotte are wiped from every ocean from the East Blue to Raftel.” He glanced down at the body in his arms, a soft, broken look before the rage hit again.

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve taken, I’ll make sure of it personally.”

#smoker #one piece #Smoker x reader #Smoker One Piece #angst #crying #character death #tashigi

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sindirimba · 3 years ago

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i got tagged by @nevermindirah to make a list of things that bring me joy. i saw the challenge and was like, oh i don’t think i have enough of those to make a list. but after some thinking i decided to not be such a sadsack and make an effort anyway

1. last year at my neighborhood co-op there were these local gala apples that were so good i got emotional. i saved seeds, i loved them so much. i’m assuming/hoping they’ll be back again this fall.

2. the shuffle on my music player gave me a string of klezmer the other day, so i’ve been listening purposefully to a lot of that since then. budapest klezmer band - jidi mit’n fiddl, song of the summer

3. this morning i woke up thinking of courbet’s “l’origine du monde”, truly one of my favorite works of art. it makes me feel better to know it’s out there.

4. for a good few years now one thing that i do to cheer myself up is watch videos of people dancing. music videos or performance or just impromptu street dancing, all of it is very hypnotic and pacifying. one video that’s very good for this purpose is beyoncé - 7/11

5. starting to notice a small theme so i’ll go ahead and say it: music. check it out if you get the chance.

6. writing, the act of writing, telling the story in my head. i’ve never considered myself an actual writer, as opposed to just someone who writes sometimes, until recently and it’s a strange but nice feeling.

7. my cat brings me joy daily. he’s a small comedian who yells at me and sleeps on me no matter the temperature outside and wakes from his naps like clockwork during my work breaks to come hang out with me. he acts like i’ve been gone for days when i’ve only gone out to get groceries. he is terribly spoiled.

8. i’m making baked gnocchi for lunch. i’m pretty happy about that.

tagging: @rob-anybody, @bossymarmalade, @seren-pen, @ethnicallyambiguous-mom, @winterequinoxx, @sweetlyenchains, and truly anyone else who wants to do this. i always feel weird about tagging people. and yet.

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luke-reviews-things · 4 years ago

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Digimon Adventure: (2020) Quick Review #1 – Episodes 1-3 (Our War Game?)

Hi everyone, I’ve decided to write two kinds of reviews to the episodes so I can basically cover both my initial thoughts on groups of episodes and then write separate reviews for individual episodes where I get into the nitty gritty of it all. Expect the reviews to be relatively positive as I’ve really enjoyed the first ten episodes but I do have a few minor gripes that seem pretty common which I’ll get into as and when they crop up. To start with, I’ll be focusing on the first three episodes which are kind of obviously paying homage to Our War Game.

Things I loved:

1. Digimon is back! This is a given but I am so happy that the series has been given a second life and can be updated to a more modern adventure. I loved the 90’s setting of the original but given this is such a technology-oriented story it has become a time capsule very quickly. I’m excited to see how modern advances in tech will be included.

2. Introducing the main cast slowly is something I am really happy with. In the original we were introduced to all the characters at the same time which was fine, but given that to a lot of the viewers this is going to be a re-introduction to an updated set of beloved characters, it’s nice to be able to get a feel for the “new” personalities of Taichi, Koushiro and Yamato. Up to now my favourite is probably Koushiro.

3. They’re not telling the exact same story of the original show which I am thrilled about. I’ve seen a lot of hate on Reddit that the show is too different from the original and therefore less good. That, in my opinion, is lunacy. If you want the old story, go watch the old story! As a viewer I would be so bored watching a copy of the original with a few small changes. I feel the same about over-comparing the pacing and what had happened by certain points in the original. I simply do not understand that mentality. Different does not necessarily mean good or bad.

4. The constant connection to the real world and how it’s affected by happenings in the Digital World (or the network in these episodes). One of my favourite parts of the original was time spent in the real world so this makes it all the more entertaining for me.

5. The little introduction at the start of each episode that explain the premise of the series is very cool and keeps it short with the basic need to know information. There’s not much else to say about it.

6. The OP and ED are both high energy which I always love in an anime. The most recent example I can think of is Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba which I just finished. The OP is my favourite visually, especially the part where there are stills of the characters and their partners/crests quickly appearing one after the other (pictured). I prefer the ED song and I like that Yamato gets some focus, especially as we don’t know much about him at this point, a little teasing of his personality and backstory is nice.

Things I’m okay with:

1. Omegamon/Omnimon appearing in the beginning. Did it feel a little soon for me? Yes. That said, I’ve never been a massive fan of this ‘mon. It’s a cool idea and I love the symbolism of what he represents but to me I’m happier seeing WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon individually. He’s also not really a surprise anymore as a returning viewer and any new viewer doesn’t know the significance anyway, so it allows for a cool moment. I’ll get into the scene itself more in the episode review.

2. That the crests are already appearing rather than them needing to go on a quest for them. It was great in the original as a second arc but would definitely feel repetitive if they did it again. I’m glad they seem to be skipping over it at least a bit.

Missed opportunities?

I feel like they could have (alternatively) introduced the characters at the camp. I think this would have kept some of the purists a bit more pacified but also would have been interesting to have Takeru there but not Yamato. It appears they do not live together so it would have been interesting to see it play out this way and the other chosen children not find out they are sibling until later. I did like Joe’s cameo and Sora’s brief introduction, setting her up for her focus episode. I was content in the end with the short little cameos.

I don’t think I’ve missed anything but if I have I’ll be sure to include it in the individual reviews. Also, when I say review I can only really give a grade based on how entertained I was and how well it compares to other episodes in the current series. Any comparison to the original will either be nostalgia or referential to some improvement the new series has made, not to say the old version did it better.

#digimon #Digimon Adventure:#digimon adventure 2020

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hoseoksactualass · 5 years ago

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Riding Jimin’s face? Imagine his plump lips and his moans 🥺

are u telling me to imagine something i’ve imagined 123456789987654323456 times anon? bcos yes. let me imagine that. ure a lucky anon bcos i am so in the mood to thirst and write rn so this is prolly gonna be long hehehehe

You thought Hoseok’s apartment’s kickback alcove was where you and Jimin would be fucking by now, but you’re just getting him priding himself over the fact that he’s actually beating someone at a video game. It’s a scoop off the living room wall that can fit five people, but Jimin’s ass sits on the edge like losing his kill streak would spit on his dignity.

You back should be on the wall, save for the throw pillows about to deluge you, but the lazy stretch in your legs is enough to make a point. You’d been losing in purpose to bore him, and it’s not like you wouldn’t lose anyway if you tried, but it only botches the pride of a man who has a history of daring to compete with god tier gamers like Jungkook or Tae.

“I am demolishing you,” he says. A lack of context would make it sound better.

“Biology is my excuse,” you huff. Admittedly, losing to Park Jimin still sucked.

You can skip the 5-second respawn, but you let it count down to 0. “Maybe I am good and have just been playing with Taehyung and Jungkook too much.”

“Now your head’s just getting in your ass,” you scoff.

“It’s not bad if it feels good,” he chuckles, a cute string of squeaks, but now you’re just ticked off.

You give the room a good gaze. It’s like those Sims houses where you get everything in bulk when you’re rich enough. It’s genial— from the patterns in the throw pillows to the carpet under the coffee table a few steps to the right from the alcove, and it gets all tied together with white paint. Rich. Something Hoseok bought to sleep in, take pictures of, and flex before he whips himself out into the streets like parallel parking doesn’t make him screech. It’s even once or twice he’d touched this console ever since he bought it, so he’s handed the whole place (and console) to the pair of you for the time being as if that’s what will pacify you as Jung Hoseok leaves to party. Like this apartment is still so new, and he’s still so scared to leave it unmanned. You have the whole place to yourself, and you have no idea why Hoseok picked Jimin when all the pair have been doing their whole lives was complain about each others’ dorm habits.

“Penny for your thought, babe,” his voice is soft against your ear. You thought now that he’s put two and two together and seen that you’ve zoned out and stopped playing, he’s all over you. You pretend like you don’t snap back into reality.

“Mm— it’s nothing, just bored,” you sit still, eyes still somewhere on the room like you weren’t done gazing.

“Losing is boring, I know,” he mocks, following with a chuckle too loud and breathy to be close to your ear, so you move your head away with a scowl on your face. “Okay, I’ll stop. What time is it?”

He chases your lips, soft pecks that disrupt your speech and ability to even get up and check the time, because the softness is just too captivating. “Sex-in-the-5th-room-of-this-house time, but we’re late on that thanks to your outdated black ops streak,” you sigh as he lays you down.

“Ah, that’s what you’ve been thinking about?,” you can feel his smirk on your neck, his sweater paws soft on your hips.

He makes you sound like a fucking minx, but you know that’s what Jimin likes. “No, i was thinking about arranging furniture with you– Yes, Jimin,” you retort, and he chuckles as he leaves sticky kisses on you.

“I owe you an apology, then, miss,” he kisses your chest.

“You owe me more than that,” you try not to grin when you push him down and straddle him, his arms slightly lifted from the elbow almost in defense, but when you take your shirt off, he welcomes you taking charge with a smirk. “Hands where I can see them.”

He slowly lifts them, joins his wrists above his head like he’s done this before. You pull your hair tie off, flip it to one side for the effect, and Jimin bites down on his lip even more when you unbutton his pants. It takes a little shimmy off his waist, because it’s skintight and makes his thighs look glorious, but bare like now is something that can never lose. You pull them off with his boxers.

“Touch yourself,” you command, eyeing him with a look that told him how pretty he was at this second.

“I’m so dry—”

“Is that my problem?”

He’s shut up at that, bringing one hand down to his mouth, and you smile at the little spitting sound he makes. He doesn’t break eye contact when he lowers his hand to his cock. The room is silent enough that you hear the slow strokes. “Oh.”

“Now you’re enjoying, hm?,” you swat his hand away so he returns it above his head and replace the strokes with your own. Tight and warm, and it makes his hips cant up.

You’re comfortably sat next to him, cock in hand like you’re doing this all night, and you pump him all the way up and down in taut strokes that has the red of his skin showing from under the neckline of his sweater.

“You like what you’re getting, babe?,” you titter. He has to swallow before he speaks, throat dry with the breathy moans he’s just let out with his mouth agape.

“Y-Yes.”

“Don’t wanna beat me with your little controller all day anymore?”

“I don’t—anggh-,” he whimpers, hips bucking when you suddenly pick up your pace. But he keeps his hands above his head like a good boy. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

You lower yourself, bring your lips to his jaw, and he cranes his chin up to let you kiss him there. You hum as you do, trying to keep the quick pace in his cock as he whimpers above you, in dire need to touch you, but he knows better than to step out of your dirty plans for now. With your free hand, you lift his sweater up, drag your hand across the tense skin, feel the pull of his muscles with every jerk. “You’re so hard. Wanna cum?”

“Fuck—please, yes,” he curses.

“Don’t cum,” you calmly say, and his moan rolls off as a forced growl in frustration. You bring the tip of your free finger to his nipple, playing with the bud until it hardened. He hisses. “Sensitive here, babe?”

“Y-Yeah, keep—keep doing that,” he tries so hard not to buck his hips up. All his nerves are lit with his battle against an orgasm and the magic of your fingers teasing the parts that made him blush. You play with the nipple more. “Hnngh—fuck-”

With a tight squeeze, you slow down, and a strangled moan leaves the wet of Jimin’s lips, but his body relaxes, and he catches his breath. “You’ll have to wait a bit to cum.”

He gulps, lifting his head to see what you’re up to next, face red and sweaty. He watches the way you easily slip out of your boyfriend jeans, and he wishes he could pull those panties off you, but that wasn’t his role today. You kick your underwear off and unclasp your bra. Jimin is full of love and cum, and it shows in the red of the tip of his cock, resting on his abdomen— an invitation for touch you pretend you don’t want to accept just yet.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes. Very.”

“I’ll give you the next move.”

He lowers his hands to push himself up on his elbows, ogling you up and down, and he licks his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Now it’s you who bites your lip as you carefully straddle his head. Jimin stays hard with the visual above him, your body curved, tits bare and perked up in the air. He wraps his arm around your thighs firmly, encouraging you to dip down on his lips, and he starts with collected licks— for the sole purpose of tasting you.

Then when he’s sure he has you dripping to your inner thighs and your eyes already in your head, he indulges. Lips in a small O just snug enough to fit your clit and to suckle on it like punishment.

“Oh—Oh, Jimin-,” you moan, trying to keep your hips still. He watches you, unaware of any place to put your hands on but your breasts, and he intently watches as you fondle yourself. Prides himself with the fact he’s under you and could still make you a writhing mess. He sucks with eager attention, vigor on his lips, and he feels every twitch of your body that stems from the inside. “Fuck—that’s so good.”

Then he slows his pace to soft, wet kisses that calm you down and tease you at the same time. You’re lost in a haze and can fully admit that’s what Jimin’s mouth does. His cock twitches when you roll your hips to grind your pussy down on him, and he thinks you do it so beautifully. He hums low as he sticks his tongue out, flattens it and moves his head up and down across your clit, slowly building up the speed to see you try so hard to keep still again.

“R-Right there—shit,” you squeeze yourself, an impulse in your hands you have nowhere to release but on the heat of your body. You compose yourself enough to look down at him, and he makes instant eye contact, pupils dilated and dark in lust. He closes his lips again, sucking. “T-Touch your cock for me.”

His grip around your thigh tightens as he frees one hand to touch himself, gripping his cock like it’s on the verge of falling off, and he touches himself slow or he’ll cum too fast.

You start rolling your hips, and he sucks wet every time your clit slides over his lips. You’re more careful than the times Jimin would sit back and let you get off on his thigh, but something about the shiver in your breaths makes him pump his cock faster.

Your speed grows swifter, chasing the sensation of his lips, plump on your cunt, and with every elegant thrust of your hips, Jimin tries to match with the wet drag of his hand on his cock. “Tastes so—mff—fucking good.”

The stimulation makes you clench with each second, and the both of you wish you could feel that around his cock, but in the moment, you found the setting so hot, you wouldn’t bother cumming just like this. You feel that heat somewhere inside you. “Jimin—right there—fuck-”

Jimin moans against your pussy. With a tight fist around his cock. Shameless and set out to letting you gush all over his face, and he feels that same heat in some place he couldn’t pinpoint, but the air condenses on your skins, and he knows he’s gonna cum.

You’re a mess, hot on the tail of your orgasm. It’s right fucking there, and it repetitively chokes moans out of you as you roll your hips against his lips faster. The motion makes Jimin moan with you, coaxing it out of the both of you, and you’re so ready to erupt; you could feel it— “Hngggh— ImcummingImcumming- god—”

Jimin’s knuckles are white. He lets your taste engulf him, eyes locked on the visual of your breaths and nose perched on the scent of sex, and with determined pumps, he cums in strings he hopes doesn’t spurt on Hoseok’s alcove couch. “Nggh—shit.”

You giggle, lip bit. “Stay right there.”

He’s still panting, right where you left him when you come back with tissue papers you’ll discard outside the apartment lest you want Hoseok to find out. You wipe him up, relieved that he didn’t cum too much to stain any of the pillows, and now the pair of you are soft around the edges with love.

“You weren’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“No. That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Really?,” you smile, laying careful on him after you had pulled your panties back on.

“Yeah. I seriously don’t know what the fuck video games are anymore. C’mere.”

He wraps his arms around you, cock and heart soft.

#here ya go anon #ehehe #jimin smut #jimin drabble #jimin scenario #bts smut #bts drabble #bts scenario #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #bts

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itsclydebitches · 5 years ago

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RWBY Recaps: “A New Approach”

A friend of mine has a van that she calls the Fun Bus. Oh that’s cute, I thought. I should chuck that into a recap sometime. “All aboard the RWBY Fun Bus!” Except my fun levels are ehhh right now, so how about we just don’t.

In fact, let’s be totally up front about things and get the major positives out of the way:

The animation this volume is absolutely stunning holy shit

I would once again die for James Ironwood. All hail the Hug King

Excellent introduction for Tyrian and Watts. I love feeling like the villains are actually dangerous again

The rest? I’ve got some things to say.

We open on Ruby looking appropriately downtrodden over their circumstances. Getting carted off in an Atlas police craft and all that. We get a pan across each side of the airship with the group looking angry (Yang) or defeated (everyone else)... with the exception of Nora, who is trying to eat through her bonds. I’m well aware that I’m nit-picking at this point, but for once I’d like the serious moments to remain serious in this show. Given her reaction to Salem, Kuroyuri, etc. we’re all well aware by now that Nora is more than just the comic relief. Undermining the others’ reactions with her making dog noises was an early cue that the writers weren’t going to treat the group’s arrest earnestly. To say nothing of the disservice it does to her character.

Actually, there were a lot of coincidental dog references in this scene. Nora’s growling. Referring to the Ace-Ops as Ironwood’s “personal attack dogs.” Deducing that he must have a “bone to pick” with them. Obviously this all means precisely nothing. What I want it to mean is that Zwei will arrive in another package courtesy of Tai, wondering how his kids are doing after one ran off and the other went to find her.

(Seriously though, does everyone remember Volume Five’s ending with Raven? Heaven only knows when that will become relevant again.)

While Nora continues to try and eat metal like a rabid animal, Jaune expresses disbelief that the Ace-Ops “took us out like it was nothing.” Honestly, it never ceases to amaze me how often the group is surprised by other people being stronger than them. Like they’re not the youngest and least trained in a world of professional huntsmen. Rather than acknowledging their need for improvement though---callback to Ruby’s “But we already know how to fight” anyone?---Weiss frames it as an exceptionalism intrinsic to her city. “Welcome to Atlas.” You know, the same city she quickly agreed to steal from and then draw the attention of the guards by giving a racist civilian what-for. The speed with which the show flip-flops between ‘We should fear this city’ and ‘But we shouldn’t take any actual precautions’ is pretty impressive.

All of which is made weirder by Weiss’ next line to the other prisoner locked up with them: “They’re not that big of a deal.” So... which is it, Weiss? Are the Ace-Ops Ironwood’s elites who can obviously take out a group of nine in seconds flat? Or are they worth scoffing and rolling your eyes at? Because you had a rather different opinion literally seconds ago. She does the same thing when the prisoner uses the term “tyranny” to describe the situation in Mantle. She claims now that the label is a “bit much” when before the whole group decided not to approach Ironwood precisely because of how tyrannical he appeared. I swear, good chunks of the dialogue just functions as openings for the plot---let the random prisoner explain all the horrors of this city!---rather than something the character in question would actually say.

But I’m harping. We learn a bit more about Hill and her “Happy Huntresses,” clearly a parallel to Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men. I was actually surprised to learn that she’s a full-on freedom fighter, just based on her posters last episode. The number of them and their professional look felt more like Atlas’ brand of propaganda. Big brother sister is watching you and all that. Then again, we also learn that Hill is gunning for a seat on the council, so it sounds like she’s not an ally of Ironwood’s plotting betrayal, and not a radical entirely removed from him either. We’ll have to wait and see precisely where she falls in this divide between Atlas and Mantle.

That fight is treated rather cheaply by the writing though. In this episode at least. Despite providing numerous looks at how horrible things are for the citizens here, this prisoner, currently representing that fight against the elite, is depicted as an absolute buffoon. He’s not engaging in an important, glorious battle for human rights. He just chucked a brick at an airship. He’s over the top, overly passionate, crazed enough that the group is looking away as he desperately tries to convince the guards up front that these things are important. The thing is? He’s right. But the writing doesn’t encourage us to treat his cause with respect, not when he’s bouncing off the walls and yelling like a conspiracy theorist. Actually, that’s the best comparison I can think of here. It’s like if someone laying out 100% real issues with climate change were written like a crack-pot loner who believes in aliens. That’s this guy.

We’re shown again that literally everyone recognizes Weiss Schnee---does no one else in all of Remnant have white hair?---before Jaune and a few others get distracted by how pretty the view is outside. Qrow commented earlier that they were no doubt going to jail.

Spoiler! It’s not jail.

It’s Atlas Academy, animated in a truly stunning design that reminds me of Weiss’ trip to the CTV tower to contact her dad. Looking back, that skyscraper-esque building probably made her anxious for reasons outside of just the call.

“I guess we will be seeing the General,” Ruby says because yeah, why would we have the group experiencing one iota of punishment before being handed the solution to their current predicament?

Look, anyone who follows these recaps is well aware of my feelings towards the airship debacle. I said last week that I wanted the writing to treat the group’s horrific mistakes and criminal activities seriously, but I wasn’t overly hopeful. I was right not to be. From now until the conversation about Salem, the ‘protagonists can do no wrong’ mindset that drove Volume Six is pulled out again in full force.

First, Winter sees the group in handcuffs and responds with, “You have ten seconds to take those off before I start hurting you.” Which is completely out of character to me. Does Winter adore Weiss? Without a doubt. But Winter is also a stickler for protocol and rules. This is the women who threatened to remove Qrow’s tongue over a few vague, anti-Atlas statements. She is all about devotion to her Kingdom. So how should she react when she sees a group of kids being formally brought in for charges? I don’t know, maybe find out what’s going on before demanding an immediate release? Here, Winter prioritizes the emotional assumption that Weiss and her friends are perfectly innocent as opposed to trusting that they’re in handcuffs for a reason. Which they are. Combine that with the humor of the guards scrambling to obey her with more silly sound effects and it’s once again clear that the group’s arrest was never going to be taken seriously.

Things get so much worse though. Ironwood starts apologizing to them, also working under the assumption that this was all some sort of silly mistake. Of course you shouldn’t be in handcuffs. You’re the good guys! Yang and a few others have the gall to be haughty here (yeah, how dare you arrest us after we committed multiple crimes) and for a moment I think all of this will actually amount to something when Ironwood laughs and says, “We assumed [the ship] was stolen!”

Uh yeah, goes Ruby. It... was?

Which results in a brief moment of shock and about three seconds of anger from Winter... and then that’s it. That’s all we get. Weiss interrupts her with, “I’m sorry I worried you, but we did what we had to do” which, no?? Okay first off, worrying Winter is not the issue here. She’s been worried for literally those three seconds and nothing more. Second, as I’ve established numerous times in the past, they did not “do what they had to do.” Absolutely nothing in Argus forced their hand to the point where stealing military property, fighting Cordovin, drawing that grimm, and then deliberately hiding out from Atlas authorities was justified. Why doesn’t Winter or Ironwood challenge them on this? Why the hell would two military personnel accept at face value that committing all of these crimes was necessary? Imagine your younger sister steals a car (which is in no way comparable to an Atlas airship, but let’s run with it). She and her friends then get caught by the neighbor they stole it from, started a fight instead of giving it back, endangered a bunch of other people on the road, got the police involved, and hid out until they were finally arrested. Then at the police station big sister gets angry at the officers for daring to book you and is pacified with a hug. Don’t worry, dear. I know there’s no possible way you could be in the wrong here. No reason to acknowledge, let alone address, why you thought those were acceptable actions in the first place.

Qrow is briefly called out for letting this happen, but like Maria’s comment last episode about the group being incapable of keeping a low profile, he shrugs it off with a joke. “You try stopping these kids when they have their mind set on something.” You know what these ‘jokes’ remind me of? Privilege. Stuff like “Boys will be boys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” where people accept that change is impossible, so why would we bother calling anyone out on their mistakes? Boys are just hardwired to hurt girls and call it love. Teens are just hardwired to steal airships and call it necessary. You know what they’re like. Putting your foot down is useless because that’s just how they naturally function... and we’re all going to ignore the fact that no one else could get away with this shit. They’re the special ones exempt from repercussions. There’s a reason why both both Oscar and Ruby smile here. They know they’re not in trouble.

What all of this boils down to is that the group is above both the law and basic decency. That’s what Cordovin, Ironwood, Winter, and the writing all tell us. It doesn’t matter how many people you endanger. What you steal. What you break in order to accomplish that. Or how long you might try to hide what you’ve done. You’re you, a nebulous acceptance that you’re somehow above everyone and everything. These kids are never going to learn anything because each time they make a mistake---even massive mistakes that put a whole city in danger---they’re rewarded with smiles and a blanket acceptance that they did what they had to do. That is beyond frustrating to me. For the love of god, let them face an actual consequence for once.

It’s not going to happen though. Even the Ace-Ops apologize for doing their job (and treat Ruby like some sort of celebrity in the process). RWBYJNRQO is painted as victims for suffering the indignity of arrest... when they did numerous things they should have been arrested for. I particularly love Weiss’, “You could have asked us some questions first.” Yes, because everyone should be in the habit of taking a criminal’s word at face value and then letting them go when they say, “I’m innocent.” Rather than acknowledging any of this, the writing has the Ace-Ops go out of their way to emphasize how special the group is. You’re kids, but only technically. You’re students, but who cares. You’re as good as us, regardless of training or qualifications. That fact remains that the group did in fact do everything they were accused of and more, something that should generate reflection on whether they’re up for being paired with professionals, rather than an insistence that they’re automatically on par with these adults who complete their missions in a legal, safe manner. If that Argus fight gets them hugs and cool new weaponry, I shudder to think what else the group can not only get away with, but be rewarded for.

Once everyone blindly bypasses one of the biggest conflicts of Volume Six, we hit on the other divisive choice this episode: Ruby lying to Ironwood about Ozpin and the relic.

Okay. I’m going to be as clear as I can here: Ruby is being a massive hypocrite. That’s it. That’s the situation. I shouldn’t have been surprised by the fandom’s reaction, and yet I somehow still was. In just a few hours I’ve seen at least twenty posts detailing how Ruby is not a hypocrite because her situation is totally different from Ozpin’s. HE can’t keep secrets. SHE can. Which is the definition of hypocrisy: the group holding someone to a moral standard that they themselves will not strive for. Are there differences between telling the group about Salem and telling Ironwood about Salem? Yes, but the decision of whether or not to tell them derives from the exact same concerns:

Ozpin: I don’t know if I should tell these kids about Salem. I don’t know if I can fully trust them. I worry that admitting the relic still has questions will result in them using one irresponsibly.

Ruby: I don’t know if I should tell Ironwood about Salem. I don’t know if we can fully trust him. I worry that admitting the relic still has a question left will result in him using it irresponsibly.

And everyone is in on it. During the elevator ride up they all want to know what Ruby will say, meaning that they’re ready and willing to lie the moment she decides that’s best. “We’ll follow your lead,” Blake says. No one pipes up with, “Hey. Why are we considering lying to Ironwood when we decided that there’s no moral justification for keeping secrets like that? Especially from an ally involved in this fight?” Except, the group obviously never decided that. Jaune was happy to keep his secret back at Beacon. Blake too. Yang is still withholding info about the Spring Maiden. They’re all perfectly happy to lie provided they’re the ones doing the lying. Someone else doing that to them though? Omg, how dare you.

That’s hypocrisy.

(As a side note: good lord this group is so astoundingly bad at fighting a strategic war. They announce that they should be careful about what they say to Ironwood while two of Ironwood’s guards are in the elevator with them. This is a needless conversation! No one has to establish that they’ll follow Ruby’s lead! But yes, let’s talk about our plans to withhold information from the General while two of his men are very obviously listening in. We even get a shot of one guard looking over at that little tid-bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if this came back to bite them in the form of:

Guard, who I am naming Brad: “Sir, I thought you should be aware... the prisoners that just left? I overheard them discussing whether or not they would tell you something.”

Ironwood: “What? But I thought we trusted one another... did they say what this something was?”

Brad: “No, sir. They just agreed to be careful about what they said in front of you. They clearly intended to hide something though.”

Ironwood. “Huh. Now that I think about it, Ruby did interrupt Oscar when he was about to say something. And she was awfully nervous about it.”

Brad: “Sounds suspicious, sir. I’d look into it.”

Ironwood: “Right you are, Brad. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll be sure you get a hefty bonus at the holiday party.”

Brad: “Thank you, sir! My husband and I appreciate it.”

Gay guards aside, this is why Ozpin was right to be cautious. This group is too hot-headed, too immature, and often too plain dense to keep world-shattering secrets safe. This moment gets put up alongside Yang’s demand that Ozpin spill all his top-secret info while the random old woman they picked up 30 seconds ago watches. They just don’t think.)

In short, they are in the same exact situation as Ozpin. Weighing truth against potential repercussions. The fact that said repercussions vary in severity---a group of teens betraying him and/or caving under the pressure vs. a potential dictator betraying them and/or caving under pressure---doesn’t matter. They’re both really bad potential outcomes and both parties are right to be cautious. So yes, I agree with Ruby’s hesitance. It’s the smart thing to do. What I don’t agree with is the characters’ and the fandom’s insistence that Ozpin is not likewise smart for doing the exact same thing. Now that Ruby has made this choice she’d better damn well acknowledge her own hypocrisy. If the writing doesn’t give us a serious moment in which the group reconsiders their actions against Ozpin in light of their recent choices, then the ‘protagonists can do no wrong’ mindset has irrevocably damaged this show. Because you can’t have Ruby making the exact same choices her mentor made and not change her perspective now that she’s had the chance to walk in his shoes. “Oh wow. Sometimes you do want to play information close to your chest. Maybe we were wrong to respond so viciously to Ozpin’s secrecy when I literally just did the exact same thing to someone else. I get it now.”

All that being said, I’d actually argue that Ironwood is in a more justified position to have that information. He’s a chosen member of Ozpin’s inner circle. Ozpin never got the chance to vet this group. He’s a fully fledged huntsmen in charge of an entire Kingdom. They’re a bunch of half-trained kids. Checking in on/taking the relic to Atlas does not require knowing about Salem’s immortality. Enacting a plan to tell the whole world about her really, really does.

Because what else is Ironwood’s end game here? The only way this plan makes any sense is if he believes that Salem is mortal. Ozpin may have failed to kill her, but if we get an entire world to attack her at once we’re bound to win! This plan straight up falls apart when you realize that defeating Salem is not a matter of more manpower. Salem’s immortality is the Achilles’ heel of this scheme, whereas fighting the good fight is something the group signed up for right from the start. Not that Ironwood’s plan is a great one, even if it were viable. I’m sorry, but plunging a whole world into despair---something that draws literal monsters out of the woodwork---is a pretty terrible idea. Ironwood’s army can’t be everywhere at once and an announcement of that proportion would cause an untold amount of death and destruction. I can sort of get Ironwood’s sacrificial perspective. Deal with the fallout because the end result (finally defeating Salem) will be worth it. “Trying to hide the truth from the world will eventually kill us all,” he says, except hiding the truth hasn’t limited humanity in the way he assumes it has. It has allowed humanity to live in peace while a select few try to figure out how to kill an immortal woman.

...speaking of, how has Ironwood not realized Salem immortality? This remains a basic if/then construction of the story that blows my mind whenever people fail to pass it. “If Ozpin has fought Salem for over a thousand years, then Salem is either immortal or reincarnating like he does.” Because nothing else is possible! I mean, maybe Ironwood does know about her immortality and he intends his plan to work for reasons I can’t fathom right now, but it’s looking really unlikely after this episode. It just astounds me that we haven’t had a single character go, “Of course she’s immortal. Why is that surprising to everyone?”

Anyway, I’ve gotten horrendously off topic plot-wise. We learn that Penny and Winter now know about the relics and Maidens---something that worries me a bit because, as a piece of technology, Penny is potentially hackable. Especially with Watts on the loose. The Ace-Ops know as well. We also learn that they’ve already found the Winter Maiden who, according to Qrow, is “not exactly a spring chicken.” Huh. Another important piece of information that wasn’t blithely announced because people naturally work on a need-to-know basis... Sorry. Not diving back into the salt. That comment does actually intrigue me though. We know the powers can only pass to young women, so it’s a cool setup to present us with someone who has actually survived with that power for most of her life. I’m also eager to know whether Winter is set up to be the next Maiden. “Young” is a subjective marker and one of the criticisms fans have leveled at Ozpin is the fact that he put that pressure on Pyrrha instead of asking an older, fully trained huntress to be the Fall Maiden. Making Winter the next Maiden will lend support to that criticism. Ozpin could have chosen someone older, an actual adult, and actively chose to give it to a teen. As opposed to the assumption I’ve always worked under: those like Glynda and Winter are now too old. We’ll have to see.

Outside of the Salem part of the plan, I think making Amity Arena into a satellite is an excellent idea. Provided grimm like the Nevermore really can’t reach it. It’s actually cool to see how our real life, kind of boring tech makes its way into a sci-fi/fantasy series.

And while all this stuff is getting revealed we see how utterly thrilled Ironwood is to have them all back. To be blunt: I adore this characterization. I want this to be real. Not only because it’s a breath of fresh air to have someone acting so loving and optimistic towards everyone---He acknowledges Ozpin’s existence! Look at that smile! Kneeling down!---but also because it would be an excellent subversion of the premier’s setup. Dictator-y military figures buckling under paranoia is out. Tired but loving military figures making mistakes they’re willing to fix is in. That hug with Qrow? It added ten years to my life. Tender moments between two stoic guys will carry me through these cold winter months.

But (there’s always a “but”...) I’m not willing to buy into this characterization just yet. Not only because Ruby herself obviously isn’t ready to trust it. Not only because this is a story and we expect conflicts in the form of twists and surprises. Not even because there are moments where our trio feels vaguely threatening, stationed perfectly behind that desk, separated from the rest of the group.

No, I’m hesitating because this whole encounters feels... staged. Let’s review the series of events from Ironwood’s perspective:

You learn that one of your airships has been stolen

Instead of sending some everyday guards like the situation calls for, you send out your most elite group to take care of this issue

They immediately confiscate the relic, demonstrating a) that they know it’s important (they recognize it as a relic) while likewise b) not showing any surprise that one of the four, magical objects in the world just happened to turn up among these random teens

They bring the relic to you

Someone orders the pilots to bring RWBYJNRQO to Atlas Academy, not jail

You then act surprised when the group suddenly arrives

Which, under the circumstances, makes no sense to me. Even if Ironwood had no idea who stole the airship (I’d have expected Cordovin to have contacted him about the distinctive group heading his way...), he would have figured it out the moment the Ace-Ops walked in with a relic in their possession. Someone obviously gave the order for them to bypass jail and come straight to him. Basically, Ironwood is expecting them. Ironwood set up the arrest and everything attached to it. The surprise at their arrival, the fawning over their treatment, really over the top emphasis on trusting each other... This whole thing feels fishy to me considering that he had to have known it was all happening in the first place. It feels like a man crafting a situation where he can look approachable and kindly, arriving like a savior and endearing the group to him. Remember who got you out of those bonds? Huh? Huh? Even the choice to give Ruby the relic back. Do I need to point out how incredibly stupid that is? Ironwood isn’t stupid. He wouldn’t give an invaluable, magical object back to a 17yo unless he had another, good reason for doing so; unless the need to make Ruby and her followers blindly trust him outweighs the risk the relic is in while she carries it.

I mean... seriously. The entire point of coming to Atlas was to put the relic in a safe place. And then Ironwood decides that carrying it around on the streets is somehow better than locking it up in the vault? When Ruby and everyone else just got beat by the Ace-Ops in about five seconds flat? Someone could take the relic off them in a heartbeat! It doesn’t even need to be a main villain. Some stronger-than-average goons could manage it under the right circumstances and a bit of luck. Look at this bright, shiny thing we can sell for quick lien. No, I have to believe Ironwood has an ulterior motive here. As much as I want him to genuinely be what he presents himself as---the embodiment of our opening, “When we trust in love and open up our eyes”---a lot of this just doesn’t fit.

(Then again... it’s RWBY. And the writers are clearly still working with protagonist vision goggles. Maybe Ironwood really does think Ruby keeping the relic is the best option here. In which case he’s just a fool.)

All of which, notably, still keeps our group from tackling the core, ethical issue: why they want to fight Salem when they think it’s impossible. They’re ignoring that question by keeping the truth from Ironwood. The plot avoided them completing their mission by having them get the relic back. We’re just existing in perpetual limbo here.

Which finally brings me to Penny. The end of this episode has her leading the group on an exhausting tour of Atlas Academy, the exact sort of bubbly, silly, casual interaction we got with her in the early volumes. Last week when I pointed out how inappropriate everyone’s reactions were to finding out a friend is back from the dead, a lot of people commented that we’d get to the emotional stuff later. Or going so far as to claim that the group, Ruby in particular, is suffering from a delayed reaction. Except we didn’t see that. There’s a difference between a setup and a non-evidence based assumption that what we want to watch will eventually end up on screen. There was no setup for a delayed reaction. No Ruby holding back tears. Or a closeup on someone grappling with an emotion. Or someone else trying to say something before they were cut off by the sirens. All of those imply that an emotion exists but, since we don’t have the time or the inclination to deal with it now, we’ll come back to it later. That wasn’t the case last week. Every emotion was clear and complete, no variation in regards to the overall chill acceptance of Penny’s resurrection. Now, we’ve seen that trend continue. Ruby doesn’t stop in shock when Penny appears in the Academy hall. We’re given no indication that anyone is distracted by her while discussing business, in the way one might be when a friend and ally is unexpectedly back in your life. When she’s left alone with them, there’s nothing except the montage of exhausted tourism and Ruby’s demands to know where they’re sleeping. Basically, I think this is it. Sure, maybe later down the line---maybe even next week---Ruby will have a heart-to-heart with Penny, but by that point it’ll be too late to feel emotionally fulfilling. We’ve already seen their first meeting, a surprise encounter, doing business, and hanging out together, none of which acknowledges her status as a miracle. Hell, in this episode at least, no one even cares that she knows about relics and Maidens now. Penny has never been closer to the group, but she’s still being treated primarily as the comic relief.

As @valasania-the-pale pointed out to me, we also have the question of when Penny was rebuilt. Doesn’t anyone, at the very least Ruby, care that their friend was brought back and no one thought to tell them about it? Would Ironwood, Pietro, and Penny herself have just let them live with her death indefinitely? It’s a pretty messed up situation when you think about it. A fantastic setup in my opinion, but one that Rooster Teeth isn’t equipped to handle well. Like with so much of RWBY, there’s great potential and very little follow-through.

At least Watts and Tyrian were introduced appropriately. We got confirmation that Watts helped build the Atlas code and now controls it at his whim, causing crashes and powering down security cameras. It’s the perfect threat for a city almost entirely reliant on its technology. Even down to, as said, an ally like Penny who knows all these secrets. Hell, Winter’s comment about the group having access to Atlas’ best weaponry while they’re here is worrisome. What if their upgrades end up hackable as well?

Tyrian, meanwhile, is still Tyrian. That blood pool was a great shot in my opinion. Wonderful creep factor as he sets off into the city. “I suppose we all have our talents” indeed.

Obviously then, there’s a lot going on. A lot to cover and, on my end, continually dwindling hopes that RWBY will cover it well. I can’t be too excited about the group lying when we 100% bypassed their choices last volume. If the show isn’t willing to call them out on those mistakes, I doubt they’ll be willing to call them out on this one either. I’m preparing myself to watch precisely what we’re getting in the fandom right now: an insistence that Ruby is wonderful for keeping her secrets while further demonizing Ozpin for keeping his. Because that’s where we’ve been for the past fifteen episodes: perpetually insisting that everything the group does is, by default, heroic. Logic and hypocrisy aside.

But we’ll have to see.

Until next week 💜

Minor Things of Note

1. Please pay attention to precisely how many long, wide, and aerial shots we get throughout the episode. This is what happens when your main cast is made up of twelve people all working in the same place. Plus six more including Maria and the Ace-Ops. That’s far, far too many characters.

2. I really love how the Ace-Ops’ tail gives away how excited he is. That was adorable.

3. Despite my enjoyment at Ironwood’s obvious joy over seeing Ozpin... morally this is so fucked up for Oscar. He’s introduced by Qrow as, “the next Ozpin,” essentially undermining his identity as his own person (note how massively uncomfortable his body language is in this moment). Ironwood then immediately starts speaking to him as Ozpin, not at all interested in the kid he’s housed in. If he even understands that Oscar is a separate person. We should all keep in mind that just a few days ago Qrow told Oscar to stop thinking of himself as an individual. Ruby agreed with him via her silence. The whole group was happy-go-lucky when Oscar announced that he’s resigned himself to just disappearing someday. As happy as I am that someone actually acknowledged Ozpin’s existence and (gasp!) was happy to see him, Oscar is still getting the short straw in all this. The group really treats him like he’s some form of transportation and nothing more. Penny, our resident robot, has more agency than he does.

4. Maria is still just hanging out with Pietro, I guess? Does she care that the group got arrested? Is she trying to do anything about it? I’m half expecting a comedic moment where she barges in, prepared to break them out and take on all their captors... only to realize they never needed her help in the first place.

5. I like this shot of the relic, the first thing to be bathed in light when Ironwood’s presentation ends. Not convinced it means anything, but a cool perspective nonetheless.

6. Intrigued by this guy.

7. Love, love, love, love, love Watts’ purple outfit. I mean, I’m just a sucker for purple in general. So... yeah. There’s that.

#rwby #rwby volume 7 #rwby volume 7 spoilers #mymetas #rwby recaps

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Shape of my Heart:

Chapter 4

Pairing: Billionaire!Jensen Ackles x Allie Edwards (OFC)

Warnings: Language, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), jealous!Jensen, angst, fluff. I think that’s it.

A/N: Chapter 4 is finally here!!!! This is a long one, so grab yourself a snack and or a drink and buckle up! Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and isn’t meant to disrespect Jensen, Danneel or their family (we’ll pretend he is single). I did read over this, but if any mistakes slipped through the cracks, they are mine, but any pics are not. All credit goes to the OPs.

Need or want to catch up?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“So let me get this right,” Jared said as he did some push ups “you’re only seeing her, you take her on dates AND you’re fucking her.”

“Not so loud okay? We’re on the upper east side.” Jensen said as he to started to lift weights, working his biceps.

“Sounds like a boyfriend to me.” Jared pointed out.

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Jensen said “boyfriend means we’re intimate, more involved in each other’s lives. She’d know everything about me and I’d know everything about her, which I don’t.”

“Cut the crap Jay,” Jared said “you’re her boyfriend. End of story.”

“I am not.” Jensen said, anger pulsing through his system.

“So, you mean to tell me that if she called you right now and said “hey, I’m going to go on a date with this other guy” you wouldn’t be mad?”

“Of course I would be!” Jensen said “What kind of a damn question is that?”

“An obvious one.” Jared said as he got up off the floor and switching to doing sit ups “You two are boyfriend and girlfriend, you’re just too scared to admit it.”

Jensen rolled his eyes.

“No I am not.”

“Are you taking her to the gala this weekend?” Jared asked with an eyebrow raised.

“I haven’t asked,” Jensen said “but I was planning on it.”

Jared stopped doing sit ups long enough to point at Jensen and said

“See? That’s something a boyfriend and girlfriend would do. Quit being a pussy and just admit it.”

Jensen groaned and Jared went back to doing sit ups.

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The whole way home, Jensen wondered if he had been going about things will Allie the wrong way. Had he given her the impression that they were in a relationship? Perhaps he’d been too open, too close with her. Maybe it would help to distance himself from her so as not to give her false hope that he’d change his mind. The thought crept into the back of his mind; if he was allowed to see other people, then so was she. The idea of her being in another man’s arms made him even more angry than he could have ever imagined. Someone else making her laugh and smile, someone else laying in bed with her at night made him grip the steering wheel so hard he was afraid he’d dent it. He was torn and confused. He hated admitting that Jared was right. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, just without the label of it. He groaned, annoyed that he’d been so oblivious to the corner he’d painted himself into.

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That night, Allie met him at a small local restaurant with a smile on her face. The air had turned just a little chilly so she was wearing grey leggings tucked into black, high heeled boots with a floral print, tunic top and her hair in a high ponytail. She greeted him with a kiss and they sat down.

“How was your day?” He asked as they looked at their menus.

“Good,” She told him “I went shopping with Natalia, she needed some new makeup so I went with her, then I showed her how to put it on because, bless her, she has no idea what she’s doing.”

Jensen chuckled and asked

“But I’m guessing you do?”

“I’ve watched enough tutorials, so I would hope so.” She said “And they’re always asking me for makeup advice, which is another reason I went with her.”

“Her and Trish?” Jensen asked and she nodded. For a second, Jensen internally cussed. He knew the names of her best friends. They, in fact, were a couple.

“God damn it.” He thought as he tried to pick something to eat. Maybe it would be best for him to pull back. Seem disinterested, not give her so much attention. His eyes flicked up and he watched as she twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers. He smirked and realized he couldn’t give this up even if he wanted to.

“Um,” he said and she looked up at him “before we order, can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure,” She said “what’s on your mind?”

He cleared his throat and said

“I wanted to talk about what I said the other night, about not being boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Hey,” She told him “you don’t have to explain it to me, I get it.”

“You do?” He asked, confused.

“Look,” She told him “you don’t want to be attached and I get that. I’ll be your fuck buddy and I’m fine with that.” Jensen noticed the slight tinge in her voice that indicated she was far from “okay” with this arrangement. Jensen took a deep breath and asked

“Can we start over? I feel like this got off on the wrong foot.”

She looked at him, puzzled, and he said

“Hi, my name is Jensen and I’m fucking confused about what I want.”

“If you’re confused,” she told him “we can talk about it.”

The waitress came by and took their order, which they placed and then went back to their conversation.

“The reason, the real reason, my last relationship didn’t work out is complicated to say the least.” Jensen said.

“So, tell me about it,” she told him “step by step.”

He sighed and said

“Her name was, sorry is, Brooke. We dated for six years, pretty much right out of college, just as I was building my products and starting to sell them.” Allie nodded and he went on “It took a long time for anyone to be interested, she didn’t understand and got tired of waiting around for my big break. She broke up with me and then the next week I sold my first software program.”

“Let me guess, she came crawling back didn’t she?” Allie asked.

“Once she heard how much I’d sold the program for, she surely did.” Jensen said “I wouldn’t take her back because she’d shown her true colors and, naturally, she was furious.”

Allie cocked her head and asked

“This is gonna sound really ignorant, but how much is a software program worth?”

“Depends on the program,” Jensen told her “the first program I sold was designed to scan banks for fraudulent activity faster than the old program.”

“You designed it AND sold it?” She asked and he nodded.

“I found a way to improve the software that already existed.” He told her “But no one wants to take a chance with a kid fresh out of college with six bucks to his name and a “can do” attitude.” She laughed at this and then asked

“If you don’t mind me asking, how much do you sell it for?”

“A million and a half.” He told her and she nearly spit out her drink. “I used that to buy my first office and develop my next product, and it just took off from there. I went from software to hardware, which is more interesting than coding, at least to me it is.”

“And now you have what?” She asked.

“Three hundred employees,” he said “a technology firm that’s expanding every single day, more financial security than I ever thought possible and all the perks that come with that.”

“And you were on a dating website why?” She asked and he laughed.

“Jared set it up for me as a joke remember?” He asked “When Brooke left me, it left a gaping hole in my life that I ignored for a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been on my share of dates and hand my fun with women, but I never entertained the idea of getting closer to anyone until you came along.”

“And you’re telling me all of this, why exactly?” She asked as their food arrived. They both thanked the waitress and she walked away. Jensen cut his chicken and ate a bit of it before answering.

“The reason I said I’m not ready to commit is because I don’t want to be hurt like that ever again. But Jared pointed out that we’re doing everything regular couples do.”

“That can stop.” She told him and he shook his head.

“This is something I never readily admit, but I’m the jealous type,” he said “I thought about telling you we’re not exclusive but the idea of you being with someone else makes my skin crawl.”

She smiled, at least it wasn’t a mystery how he felt about her.

“Jensen,” She told him “I meant what I said. We can NOT see other people, but if being labeled “boyfriend” puts to much pressure on you, it’s fine. I don’t mind just being friends with benefits.”

He was relieved, but at the same time he felt a nagging feeling.

“You’re sure?” He asked and she nodded.

“I like being with you,” She told him “you’re fun to hang out with, we can talk for hours and not get bored and I want to keep that.”

Jensen was torn, even if she was saying all of this to pacify him, who was he to turn down keeping such an amazing person in his life?

“Okay,” He said “we’ll try this friends with benefits thing and see where it goes. Is that okay?”

“Perfectly.” She told him and smiled.

After dinner, they stopped at a frozen yogurt shop where you could customize your yogurt with pretty much any topping you could think of. They had everything from strawberries to peppers and sprinkles to brownie bits. They walked and talked as they ate, and then she asked

“So you make technology for cell phones right?”

“And tablets,” he told her “pretty much any computer we make software and hardware for.”

“What other areas have you gotten into?” She asked him.

“Some of our stuff has been used to perfect delicate medical procedures on humans and animals,” he said “I just authorized the development for a software that can detect cancer earlier in genetically predisposed clients.”

“Genetically predisposed?” She asked as she took a bite of her yogurt.

“People who have a history of cancer in their immediate families,” he said “it can also detect specific genetic signatures that may lead to cancer.”

“Wow,” She said, blown away “and you came up with that?”

“I wish I could take credit for that but I can’t,” He told her “my research and development department did that. This is my first foray into medicine so if things get stressful in the coming weeks, that’s why.”

“So, they write the programs and you decide which ones to go further with?” She asked and he nodded.

“That’s the footnotes version, yes.” He said with a smirk.

She stopped and stared at him with a small smile on her face.

“What?” He asked, looking at her.

“Nothing.” She said with a grin, keeping the secret to herself. The way he talked about the things that he did was captivating. He spoke with such passion and interest that was hard to find in someone unless they were truly vested in the things that they did.

“If you say so.” He said and took another bite of his frozen yogurt “How’s it going with the dance class?”

“We have a recital in two weeks,” she told him “the kids will show off what they learned in front of their parents, it’ll be super cute.”

“And your class is performing too?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yep, my three to fives will perform.” She told him.

He sighed and finally gave in, he was invested in her as much as she was in him.

“Could I tag along?” He asked “At least to congratulate the teacher.”

Allie nearly spit out her dessert.

“You wanna come to the recital?” She asked and he nodded “Are you sure? It’s gonna be boring as hell.”

“I want to see what you do.” He said “You know all about the things I do.”

She blushed hard and then nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” She said with a smile “I’ll be sure to save you a seat.”

“Speaking of saving seats,” he said “there’s this thing that I was invited to this weekend, some friends of the family and business associates are throwing this benefit for a charity. I know that’s really vague, but it’s the best I can remember without the invitation in front of me.”

“Okay?” She asked and finished off her dessert.

“Would you mind going with me? As my plus one?” He asked. She let a grin cross her face.

“Where’s it gonna be?” She asked

“The Hamptons,” He said “it’s a gala, there’s going to be dancing, an auction, all that shit.”

“Ah, I see.” She said “A fancy folks thing?”

“Very fancy.” He said “like a black tie kind of thing.”

“Well then,” she said “guess I’m gonna have to go shopping then. Damn!” She added with a grin and he laughed.

“If it’s the money you’re worried about-“ he started and she shook her head.

“Jay, I don’t want your money.” She told him “I got this. I can handle it.”

“You’re sure?” He asked “Because I have stores that would line up to dress you.”

“Do you?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m a VERY good customer.” He said with one eyebrow raised

and she laughed again.

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The next day, armed with the cash, Natalia and Trish, Allie set off on Fifth Ave to go shopping.

“So you need a dress.” Trish said as they entered the first boutique.

“Looks like we might have some luck in here.” Allie said as an associate approached them.

“Can I help you ladies find anything?” The woman asked.

“Yes,” Allie said “I’m going to an event this weekend and need help finding a dress.” Allie explained the situation she would be in and the woman, Maggie, smiled.

“Okay, we have a few options if you want to take a look around. I’ll show you what we have for a dress.”

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When Jensen knocked on the door, he wasn’t sure what to expect, but when it opened and he saw what Allie was wearing, his jaw nearly hit the floor. She’d chosen a navy blue dress that hung off of her shoulders and silver, sparkly heels.

Her hair was done in a loose bun with curls framing her face, she wore a bright red lipstick and winged eyeliner.

“Well? Does this pass the muster?” She asked with a smile.

“Far exceeds the muster.” He said with a grin “You look elegant.”

“Thank you.” She told him

“Shall we?” He asked and offered her his arm, which she took as she shut the door behind them.

Once they were in the car with Clif, Jensen's driver and body guard at the wheel, Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off of Allie.

“You look amazing,” he said “did you pick this out?”

“Natalia and Trish talked me into it.” She said in earnest “I was gonna go with a plain black dress but they said I looked better in this one.”

“I’ll have to agree with them.” He said, his hand on her knee. She looked down at his hand and then up at him with a grin.

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When they arrived at the house where the cocktail party was being held, the car drove through massive iron gates and up a winding driveway to a sprawling mansion.

“Wow.” Allie said as she admired the house “Who lives here? A Rockefeller?”

Jensen laughed and said

“No, but I think they are a friend of that family. They’re designers.”

“And these people are your friends?” Allie asked.

“Business associates, yes.” Jensen said as the car came to a stop near the front door. Jensen’s door opened and they were greeted by a man in a black suit.

“Mr. Ackles,” the man said “always a pleasure to see you.”

“You as well Tony.” Jensen said as he got out of the car and extended his hand to Allie, who took it. He helped her out of the car and Tony said “The party is being held in the back half of the house, preceded to the front door and any one of our liaisons will be more than happy to escort you.”

“Thank you.” Jensen said with a curt nod. He offered Allie his arm, which she clung to, shaking like a leaf.

“What’s wrong?” Jensen asked as they walked.

“I’ve never been to anything like this before, what if they hate me or something?”

Jensen chuckled and kissed her temple.

“No one could ever hate you,” He told her “be your usual sweet, charming self and they’ll love you.”

“You think I’m charming?” She asked and he nodded as they crossed the stone walk way to the entrance of the house where a few guests were waiting to get in. Once Jensen showed them his invitation, they stepped into a large entryway where a massive staircase made of iron rails wound upward and into the rest of the house. Allie tried to keep her jaw from hitting the floor as a gentleman approached them.

“Mr. Ackles, always a pleasure,” he said and shook Jensen’s hand “and who might this be?”

“This is Allie,” Jensen said “Allie, this is Anthony.”

“Nice to meet you.” Allie said and stuck her hand out. Anthony briefly shook her hand and smiled.

“Likewise,” Anthony said “if you two will follow me, I’ll show you to the terrace.”

Allie’s eyes went wide as they walked through the entry way and into a massive library where some guests were talking and mingling. They went through a hallway, then a living area and through another door. On the terrace, there was a bar set up with a string quartet playing music. The terrace opened up on to a lawn where a tent had been set up, inside were several tables and a lot of guests lingering around in and out of the tent.

“You two enjoy yourselves.” Anthony said and left them.

They walked down the stairs to the party where a waiter was passing around drinks.

“What can I get for you two?” He asked “I have bourbon and champagne right now.”

Jensen looked to Allie who said

“I’ll take a champagne.”

“Bourbon for me.” Jensen said.

The waiter handed them each a glass and they made their way toward the tent.

“Do you know all of these people?” Allie asked as she saw more and more guests.

“Most of them, yes.” He said “Friends of the family, business associates, that sort of thing.”

“Are any of them YOUR friends?” Allie asked.

“A few of them, my closest friends couldn’t make it.” He said and looked around “See the couple over there by the bar?” He asked.

Allie looked and saw a tall, older gentleman with white hair and glasses. Allie described him and Jensen nodded “That’s Bill Wayne, he and his wife are the ones hosting this shindig.”

“Where’s Suzy? I only see the guy.” Allie said “She’s around here somewhere, she’s a social butterfly.” Jensen said and they walked over to where Bill was standing. When he and Jensen made eye contact, Bill smiled.

“Jensen,” Bill said and shook Jensen’s hand “good to see you again.”

“Same to you Bill,” Jensen said with a smile “Allie, this is Bill Wayne. Bill, this is Allie.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne.” Allie said and stuck out her hand. Bill laughed

“Please, call me Bill,” he insisted and shook Allie’s hand “and it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Your home is so beautiful.” Allie said.

“Oh, I can’t take the credit for that,” Bill said “this was my wife’s pet project, but she’ll be delighted to hear you say that.”

“Jensen!” A female voice said and he turned to see a tall, thin woman with jet black hair wearing a silver dress.

“Oh there she is.” Bill said with his eyes shining.

“Suzy, we were just talking about you.” Jensen told her. Suzy beamed as she got closer, she greeted Jensen by kissing both of his cheeks and then asked

“All good things I hope?”

“Nothing but darling,” Bill said “Allie was just saying how much she admires the house.”

Suzy turned her attention to Allie and the two ladies shook hands.

“It’s just gorgeous.” Allie said and sipped her champagne.

“Well thank you!” Suzy said excitedly “It was an intense labor of love.”

“It was?” Allie asked

“Yes,” Suzy said “when we bought it, everything was severely outdated and it took six years to get it just right.”

“Six years?!” Allie asked in amazement “I don’t know how you lived through a renovation like that.”

“A lot of this.” Suzy said and held up her glass of wine and Allie laughed.

“What else can you tell me about the house?” Allie asked.

“Well, it was built in 1919,” Suzy said “and it desperately needed to be brought into the 21st century before we could move in. It sits on a little over seven acres with eleven bedrooms and twelve and a half bathrooms.”

“Wow!” Allie said, stunned “That’s amazing!”

“Thank you very much,” Suzy said “but enough about me, what about you? What do you do?”

Allie took a sip of her champagne and said

“I’m an office assistant at Glory and Associates.”

“I know them,” Bill said “Glory was started by one of our junior associates.”

“Oh, you’re a lawyer?” Allie asked and Bill nodded.

“Been practicing law for over thirty years.” He said proudly.

A little while later, after making a few more introductions, Allie excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she was out of sight, one of Suzy’s friends, Joyce who had known Dean his entire life, said

“Jensen, this one is splendid!”

Jensen chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

“Thank you,” He said “she’s something isn’t she?”

Joyce nodded and said

“Don’t let this one get away, you hear me?”

Jensen didn’t say anything, he just took another sip of his drink.

When Allie returned to the tent, everyone had taken their seats and she eventually found Jensen, who was chatting with Joyce and her husband Richard. Allie took her seat and Jensen looked over at her as a waiter came by.

“Care for another drink ma’am?” He asked and held out another champagne glass.

“Yes, please.” She said and gratefully accepted it. When the waiter walked away Jensen leaned into Allie.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile “there’s just a lot going on, I’ve never been to a party like this before.”

“If it’s any consolation, they adore you.” Jensen said with a twinkle in his eyes and a hand on her knee. She blushed deeply and asked

“Really? They do?”

Jensen nodded

“Very much,” He said “thank you again for coming with me.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” She said and placed her hand over his, giving it a squeeze. His green eyes sparkled as he took her hand in his, their fingers lacing together. Allie’s pulse pounded and she blushed even deeper, making him chuckle. He leaned in closer and said

“You’re gorgeous when you blush.”

This made her cheeks turn even more red, having his lips in such close proximity to her face. He pulled back and looked at her, smiling. He brushed his knuckles on her cheek and she leaned into his touch, smiling broadly.

“Let’s say we cut this evening a little short?” He asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

She furrowed her eyebrows and said

“I thought you were part of the auction.”

“After that I mean.” He said.

“Sure, I’d love to.” She said, her eyes sparkling.

After that, Bill and Suzy got up and welcomed everyone to the party then started the auction. Several of the items were vacations and theater tickets.

“You wanna bid on anything?” Jensen asked.

“I have the one thing I’d bid on.” She said grinning at him.

“Oh? And what would that be?” He asked, smiling.

“You.” She told him and squeezed his hand.

He shook his head as he smiled and then kissed the back of her hand.

On the car ride home, Allie laid her head on Jensen’s shoulder, both of her arms wrapped around one of his. He pulled her legs into his lap and laid one hand on her knee.

“You sleepy baby?” He asked as he kissed her temple.

“Yeah,” She said with a yawn “I had a long day.”

“I know you did.” He said quietly “Close your eyes for a little bit.”

Allie nodded and closed her eyes.

They eventually arrive at Jensen’s house where Clif parked the car and Jensen gently shook Allie’s shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I hate to wake you, but we’re back at the house.”

She yawned at sat up as Jensen climbed out of the SUV. Allie followed behind him, holding onto his arm as they walked to the front door with Clif right behind them.

“Have a good night.” Clif told them and gave them a smile and a nod before heading back to the car. Thye each told him good night as Jensen unlocked the door and the both walked through it.

“Come on sweetheart.” Jensen said and scooped her up into his arms, making her laugh.

“Jensen!” She exclaimed “I can walk!”

“Why? When I can carry you?” He asked and kissed her cheek. She giggled as he walked her to his bedroom. He pushed the door open with his foot and then set her down. She quickly took her shoes off and turned to face Jensen, who was shutting the door. When he turned around, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I had a really good time tonight.” She told him. He placed his hands on her hips and he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I did too.” He said in a low tone, his green eyes burning into hers. She slowly leaned in and pressed her lips to his as her heart pounded loudly. An immediate tingling sensation went from her lips down to her toes as he tenderly kissed her. He slid his hands around to her back and up to her shoulders, burying his fingers into her hair.

“Allie,” he breathed as they kissed again “fuck, I want you.”

She pulled back and nodded

“I want you too.” She told him as they kissed again. His fingers found the corset of her dress and untied it, ridding her of the navy dress he’d become so fond of. She pulled back again and pulled the dress down, showing off her curvy figure which was clad in black, lacy underwear and a matching bra. She reached for him, yanking his tie and jacket off. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and flung it to the side of the room. He wrapped her up into his arms and backed her up and on to the bed where he crawled over the top of her and kissed her breathless. She reached for his belt and undid it along with his pants and he kicked off his shoes and socks. Once his pants were discarded, she slid up the bed and laid back against the pillows where he followed her. Left in only his underwear, he slid up her body, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake.

“Mh, Jensen!” She moaned as his mouth worked its way back up to hers where he seared a kiss on to her lips.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned into her neck as he kissed it “so fucking sexy when you moan for me.”

He sucked gently on her neck and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding into his hardness.

“Fuck,” he moaned “you want something sweetheart?”

She nodded as they kissed and said

“I want that cock buried in me.”

“Shit,” Jensen murmured as he kissed her “I have a naughty girl on my hands.”

“Yes you do,” she moaned “and I want your cock. Now.”

“Greedy girl,” Jensen said as he kissed her again “you’ll get it.”

“Please,” she begged “fill me up babe, I need you inside me.”

Jensen quickly pulled down his underwear as Allie pulled hers down and off. Jensen lined up with her eager hole and pushed gently inside her. She clung to him and sighed as he filled her to the brim.

“Oh fuck Jensen!” She moaned and he started to move, bucking his hips into her.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned “you feel fucking amazing.”

She moaned his name over and over as she moved with him rolling her hips to meet his, crying out with every stroke of his cock inside her.

“Jay,” she cried “oh fuck, Jay, I fuck!”

“That’s it,” he moaned as he kissed her “talk to me sweetheart, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” she begged him “please just fuck me!”

He pulled her up and into his lap as he smacked her ass.

“Ride my cock baby girl.” He commanded, digging his fingers into her hips.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she thrust into him “fuck yes, oh fuck, I love having this big cock inside me!”

He let out an almost primal growl as he moved her hips.

“You do?” He asked as he kissed her.

“Yes,” she cried desperately as she raked her hands through his hair, both of them moving together “feels fucking amazing.”

They both uttered curses and each other’s names as their hips met, skin slapping on skin as the heat between the reached its fever pitch.

“You gonna come for me?” Jensen asked “Come on baby girl, come for me.” He pressed his finger tips into her clit and worked it in slow, languid circles.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out, clamping down hard on him “Oh fuck, yes! That feels so fucking good!”

“Damn,” He said as he worked her clit a little harder “you really like this baby, clamping down so hard on me!”

“Yes!” She sighed as she kissed him “Gonna come babe!”

“That’s it pretty girl,” he moaned into her mouth “come all over me, soak my lap.”

With that, the both let go, cries of ecstasy filling the room.

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Later that night, Jensen lay on his side as Allie slept on her stomach. Her back steadily rose with each breath as he gently stroked her bare back. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about any girl before, some how, some way, this one was different, but he couldn’t put his finger on what made her so different from the others. He gently kissed her shoulder and turned out the light before going to sleep.

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useraew · 6 years ago

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IDGAF | JJ

request : Hi love! Please write a cute fluffy JJ imagine where you think he’s gone out to film with the boys but he came back early with dinner for you two and sees you jamming out to one of his songs?

listen to IDGAF here

Sitting in the kitchen, watching youtube on your laptop as you grew bored waiting for JJ to come home from filming with the guys. Clicking through videos you grew bored and wanted to check social media and listen to music now. Pulling up your twitter, you look through your mentions and reply to fans as you go on spotify on your phone.

Clicking through your playlists, you found your playlist with JJ’s music and clicked play. As the music started ,every once and a while i’d bop my head and dance. Throughout the checking Twitter,Instagram and Tumblr the song IDAGF started to play. Not going lie IDGAF was your fave song from JJ’s Space EP.

“ I don't give a fuck about your social status I don't give a fuck put it up your anus I don't give a fuck about your new attire I don't give a fuck, my dick a pacifier I don't give a fuck bout what you wanna do I don't give a fuck like no one ever knew I don't give a fuck it, on't sit well with me I don't give a fuck, that's how it better be”

As you sang along to it now as the song went on, you didn’t realize what time it was.

“ I don't give a fuck bout what you wanna Mortal Kombat beating yeah, I swear it on my mamma I - hate the fact that you wanna tweet Words at me are so obsolete Do not care so don't humble me All that fakey shit It don't run with me (Okay) I'm from the land of the O OP OG ruler no length on a n*gga Tracker on me like an AC Checking the time on my AP I'm not a fan of your AT Beefing with me then I maybe Ended some but I'll make the space for them other ones You think you're the shit Snapping the pic proving your life is lit Is that how it is? Do us a favour and sign out You on an edge of a cliff Know that you getting no hand out Dragons den and now listen Heard your idea and I'm telling you out now I'm out”

As your voice got louder, and your speed picked up at the rate of how fast you were rapping along with JJ, you didn’t notice JJ walk into the kitchen from behind you.

“I don't give a fuck about your social status I don't give a fuck put it up your anus I don't give a fuck about your new attire I don't give a fuck my dick a pacifier I don't give a fuck bout what you wanna do I don't give a fuck like no one ever knew I don't give a fuck it don't sit well with me I don't give a fuck that's how it better be I don't give a fuck bout what you wanna Mortal Kombat beating yeah, I swear it on my mamma”

Smiling at the amount of fun you were having, you felt the sound of food being placed on the table. Seeing the Nandos bags, your eyes went wide as you turned around as the music continued.

“My - bank account, it got commas Know that every year I go harder, stronger longer Dick grow longer, fuck your pills go get me that rubber Nigga I'm living life like Obama, did my term Now fetch me that llama I'mma go in like we in Pearl Harbour, make a man cry Nicole Arbour Niggas they fishing but I see the bait I'm at the top all the hate do not trouble me I've made a couple P, people they follow me, no ones above or below were in line of (equality) I'm not the one to be led by the hand of authority building my colony Making it quality don't try to rumble me Moving like Lorde cause I'm Royally taking a shit on your prophecy Telling me I won't be the shit N*gga I'm the one that's lit I'm so lit Now you wanna take my shit I do not care one bit Peace I don't give a fuck about your social status I don't give a fuck put it up your anus I don't give a fuck about your new attire I don't give a fuck my dick a pacifier I don't give a fuck bout what you wanna do I don't give a fuck like no one ever knew I don't give a fuck it don't sit well with me I don't give a fuck that's how it better be”

As you finished rapping JJ couldn’t contained his laughter as he chuckled and gave you a big smile. “I didn’t know you were going to go that hard on my song Y/n!” I gave out a laugh as we both started to open our food. Before i could take a bite JJ, took a hold of your hand and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re so cute, when you rap and dance, like for real though” As you came JJ a kiss, a wink was given to him. “I love you Jide” As you took a bite of your chicken, JJ looked at you and knew he was going to be with you for a very long time.

“I love you to Y/n!”

#answered #jj olatunji imagines #ksi imagines #ksi imagine #sidemen imagines #sammie's writings

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tehkusogaki · 3 years ago

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Exactly!

Every form of storytelling contains tropes. Tropes are just the literary devices that make up stories!

The thing is, we are more aware of existing tropes than we've ever been. Hell, we have entire websites dedicated to listing tropes in media.

We also have greater accessibility to media than we have ever had. All kinds of different stories, from classic literature to fluffy fanfiction and everything inbetween can be found in minutes with a simple web search.

These two things mean that people can be hyper aware of the tropes they come across, enjoy seeing, dislike, or want to use in their own storytelling.

People don't just "want to consume tropes" but *are* more aware of the tropes they are consuming.

And, yes, sometimes people seek those tropes out. There is nothing inherently wrong with that!

I see some people decrying that "ao3 tags aren't tropes!" but I think they're missing the point a bit, because those tags *are* tropes.

Remeber that thing I said about media being more accessible than ever before? *That* is the thing people really hate, and why they have to decry fanfiction as a lesser form of media. Because anyone can write it. From bored housewives to horny teenagers to retired professionals: there's nothing barring anyone from participating, so clearly none of it can have merit.

Ao3 tags are obviously ruining the way people interact with media and not, y'know, a convenient way for people to sort through over 5 million stories 🙄

And people use those tropes alone to search for things that might pique their interests, are never swayed by anything else (like the summary or author *cough cough*) that would be silly 🙄

And are always satisfied with media that contains tropes they enjoy regardless of other factors, like... I dunno... quality of work? 🙄

Look, I don't really mean for this to just be a defense of fanfiction, like op said: this isn't just about fanfiction. But the reason I feel the need to discuss fanfiction in this is because the same kind of person dismissing fanfiction is the same kind of person that dismisses genre fiction, or scifi movies, or romances, or whatever and for the same reason:

Because they're easy targets.

Quality varies greatly when accessibility to creating something is increased. When more and more people started writing literature, people found reasons why those books weren't legitimate or as good as "the classics". As movies and television became more common and more people were able to view it, it became 'the pacifier of the common man' instead of a viable form of storytelling.

No, not every fanfiction is on par with The Divine Comedy or David Copperfield or Pride and Prejudice or Insert Literature of Your Choice Here, but fanfiction as a medium shouldn't be dismissed entirely either.

Nor should any other medium be dismissed simply because it doesn't meet a narrow definition of what some asshole calls "art".

There is a wealth of great stories out there, even if there is also a lot of stuff that doesn't cater specifically to you.

And anyone who asumes that people only enjoy media for the Consumption of Tropes should just admit that they are a pretentious boring elitist and get back to feeling better than everybody else so the rest of us can have fun.

“people dont wanna read a story they just wanna consume tropes” 🙄🙄🙄 people don’t wanna listen to music they just wanna hear audio.......people dont want to eat food they just wanna digest ingredience......

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simonxriley · 6 years ago

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My Gift Is You - One-Shot

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x OC

Summary: Ghost walks around his house with the greatest gift he ever received, his daughter!

A/N: After a conversation with my friend, I decided to write this cute little fluffy one-shot about Ghost and My OC Liz Walker. I do have a Ghosts/141 slash fic in the works that will feature both of these characters. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Words: 1,094

Can also be found on FF and Ao3

Simon was walking around his living room showing his 7 month old daughter Faith the pictures on the wall. It was the middle of the night and the little one didn't think sleep was a good idea at the moment. Every time Simon would put her back in her crib she would cry.

He walked over with Faith in his arms and pointed at one of the group photos that was taken before an op. "That man right there is your uncle Soap. He's my best mate, who happens to be your godfather."

Simon looked down at his little girl to see her smiling up at him. His own blue eyes staring back at him. "The man next to him is Captain John Price. I don't think you liked him since you spit up on him when he held you. He didn't like that very much."

Faith started to babble as she looked up at her father. Like she was starting a conversation all on her own. He looked down at her with pure admiration and complete attention. "I agree, you should do that again."

He pointed back at the picture again. "The man next to Price is Sandman. I don't know him very well, but he seems like a good lad. And next to him is one handsome lad that help great you. Your daddy."

A small giggle came out of Faith that made him smile. Then he looked back up at the picture. Operation Kingfish, taken place October 8th, 2013 in the Karkonosze Mountains, Ukraine. Task Force 141 and Team Metal from Delta Force tasked together to take down Makarov. Simon scoffed then walked over to the next picture.

He looked up at the canvas, a smile forming on his lips. "That numpty right there is Roach. He's never holding you again after that little incident. And that beautiful women right there is your mum."

Simon's face soften as he looked at the picture. Corporal Liz Walker, former Ghost now apart of TF141. She was one of the best soldier's he's seen in his career, fierce and loyal to a fault. And he couldn't deny how beautiful she looked upon first glance.

Their love wasn't something to happen over night, it took weeks to form. And even longer to admit, to each other and oneself. No matter how much he tried to deny his feelings for her, he always found himself with her. Whether in the rec-room or on an op. If it wasn't for the near death experience in the Caucasus Mountains that rendered him, Liz and Roach in the infirmary he wouldn't have mentioned his true feelings to her.

Thankfully Liz shared them and they ended up together. She became his rock, the light of his life. Liz showed him true love, and that even with someone with as much baggage as him could still be loved with vigor. Marriage, a family was never in Simon's plans. He figured he would spend the rest of his life in the service, or die out in the field.

That's what he thought his life would be, but the universe had other plans. Now looking down at his baby girl in his arms, someone he helped bring into this world made him proud that his other plans didn't fall through. His kissed Faith on her forehead and went to go sit down on the couch.

He sat her up on his lap, each hand on her side supporting her so she was facing him. She was wearing her purple pajamas that said 'daddy's princess' on the front of them. He watched her play with her pacifier for a moment then glanced out the window. Another snow storm was happening outside. He wasn't much of a fan of snow, but he couldn't wait until Faith was old enough to go out and play in it. To make snowmen and snow angels with her. And maybe even start a snowball fight with Roach or Liz.

Simon turned his attention back to Faith. He pushed back some of her dark brown hair out of her eyes. "You look like your mummy. You know that Faith?"

"And your daddy."

He looked up to see Liz leaning against the doorway to the living room. She smiled at him, then joined him on the couch. Faith leaned over with her arms out wanting her mother. Liz easily picked her up and placed her on her lap.

"We didn't wake you did we?"

"No you didn't. When I didn't see you in bed I was worried you had another nightmare and was down here by yourself."

Simon looked down at his hands, then sighed. Liz placed her hand on top of his, making him look at her. "Simon we've been through so much together. I don't care if I have to spend the night awake with you, even if we have a child to take care of."

"I know love. I didn't have one, I haven't had one in a long time. Faith just didn't want to go back to sleep after I changed her nappy." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"I'll take your word for it." She glanced out the window to see the snow falling. "It's snowing again. It looks so pretty."

"You're prettier!"

"Oh shush."

Liz chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Then she settled down in his arms with Faith. She looked around to see most of the Halloween decorations still up, not bothering to put them away. Even if Thanksgiving was next week. Autumn was Liz's favorite time of year and Halloween was her favorite holiday. Her love for both made Simon love them even more.

"We should probably take down the Halloween decoration soon. Cause I want to put the Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving." Faith rubbed her eyes and laid her head on Liz's chest.

"Why so early?"

"It's Faith's first Christmas I want it to be special..........and I like Christmas."

"Whatever you say love!"

"I know it's early but what do you want for Christmas?"

Simon got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen without saying a word. Liz quirked a brow and waited for him to return. As he was walking back into the living room Liz could see he had something in his hand. He sat back down beside her, revealing an orange bow. He peeled off the paper to get to the sticky part then gently placed it on her head.

"My gift is you!"

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #oc Liz Walker #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fanfiction #simon ghost riley fanfic #megs adventures in writing

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doomstarmagician · 7 years ago

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Real talk under the cut.

I want to start by saying that, to my surprise, Doomstar has been well received here in our small corner of the RPC. From my understanding anyway, a lot of people enjoy interacting with him -- and for that I am eternally grateful. When I first discovered his card, it was just by chance I was scrolling through my personal and saw his card art; and I thought, hey I could make something out of him. I could throw him into my other magician’s story that I’ve had going for her for nearly 6 years now.

And then I snagged his URL and brought him to life here on this blog. I can’t tell you how happy I am when I see that people are having just as much fun interacting with him as I am when I write him.

But man, I tell you what.

I know and understand that he won’t be liked by everyone. That’s okay with me, because who am I to say that I’ve never come across a muse that just didn’t sit well with me too? You know?

But I definitely don’t appreciate him being brushed off or belittled, while I’m being criticized for “making him too OP.” I cannot fathom how people rely solely on card stats. So he has 1800 ATK / 300 DEF. Maybe by card stats alone, he isn’t the strongest. Far from it. But why should I restrict my own creativity and dumb him down for someone else’s convenience? I won’t. I refuse. I will write my star mage how I want to, and if someone can’t keep up or if that’s an issue, buddy there’s an unfollow button waiting to be pushed. Use it and move on.

I’m sure this rant sounds silly or ridiculous, but I’m in a mood and I’m just tired of having to feel like I have to justify what I do with him because others can’t expand their own creativity to keep up I guess.

Point being, starboy is a cosmic magician. It is not outside the realm of possibility to be able to call upon the heavens and command the stars at sheer force of will. It is not out of the question for his magic to be affected by different lunar events like lunar eclipses, blood moons, super moons, etc. That doesn’t mean he’s OP. He has his strengths and weaknesses, advantages and disadvantages, just like any other mage.

It’s just incredibly rude to pick apart and dissect someone’s muse and every little thing they do. You don’t tell people how to write their muses, period.

Leave him be, and let me write how I want. I’m here to have fun, not pacify people who are breathing down my neck about a star magician.

#[Beyond the Stars]

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stevedonnellyfaith-blog · 5 years ago

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As For Me and My Family (Post 71) 1-14-15

Nick, Stephen and I ended up in Kirkland’s the other day in a random sidetrack from our mission to find a new recliner for the living room. Stephen has been pretty hard on the one that we bought about 10 years ago. A decoration outlet does not stock recliners, so we had no business in the store, but Kirkland’s was a mandatory stop on any shopping trip with Pam so we couldn’t resist poking our heads in. Actually, because I spent so much youthful time basting my eyes with my Grandparent’s wonderful Yankee antique collection, the imitations and impersonations that stock the shelves’ in Kirkland’s and Pier One usually don’t inflame my soul with avarice and covetousness. The stuff is attractive, though, and browsing through a store that Pam liked becomes more of a nostalgic excursion where my mind tricks itself into believing that my wife might be inspecting an appealing dish pattern in the next aisle. Nick and I also wanted to see if we could find a couple pieces of shell-shaped soap as a joke on Abby that is a totally different story – one involving nursery-school aged misappropriation. I will say no more.

Anyway, as we entered, I noticed that the first item for sale was blatantly religious. By blatant, I mean that it screamed, Hobby Lobby is eating our sales volume.” The artifact was a large piece of stone “wall décor” depicting the last line of a scriptural passage from Joshua that was mounted in a tasteful metallic frame. It is a passage that has always spoken to me probably because I am a head of household. I wrestled hard against an instinctual urge to impulse buy item #135095, Serve the Lord Fluer-de-Lis Top Metal Plaque. The hanging caused a struggle deep within me. I felt Pam encouraging me towards the purchase, her voice explained that it was religious and also would go nicely with her collection of kitchen roosters. In opposition was the voice of my grandmother who countered simply, “Stephen, it’s a reproduction.” Finally, I broke my reverie of indecision and resolved not to add this plaque to the pile of prints, portraits and photographs that I have procrastinating hanging for the last five years. Nick, Stephen and I continued our sentimental stroll, searching fruitlessly for Abby’s gag gift. We left shell soap-less, and without making any other purchase. It was a pleasant promenade nonetheless.

Afterward, Nick cut our Sunday afternoon boys shopping trip short. He didn’t specify whether he had been summoned by a young lady, called by a buddy who needed help turning a wrench or if he was off to burn another bonfire pile of Christmas trees with some dudes as he had done the previous evening. It was “peace out” for Nicholas with his half-moon smiling back scar. He was off to parts unknown. Post-op our relationship has returned to the status quo routine where we can forget to appreciate the preciousness of our time together.

The scripture verse would continue buzzing about my week like a gadfly, though. On Tuesday I stumbled across the same passage in the 5 AM quiet of my Richmond office where I read the bible each morning to start the work day. It caught me by surprise because the Kirkland’s plaque had not cited chapter and verse. I thought the quote was from Ezekiel. It just goes to show that biblical specifics can sometimes confuse themselves in your mind when you do all your reading before the little elves complete their cobbling and secret themselves back in the cobbler’s cabinet.

“But if it seem evil to you to serve the Lord, you have your choice: choose this day

that which pleaseth you, whom you would rather serve, whether the gods which your

fathers served in Mesopotamia or the gods of the Amorrhites, in whose land you dwell:

but as for me and my house we will serve the Lord. “ (Joshua 24:15)

So I had had a second encounter with the same verse within a couple of days, an occurrence which counts as coincidence if there is such a thing with respect to scripture. I pondered the passage and tried to discern why it was one of my favorites. I like that geriatric Joshua, near the very cusp of the completion of his life’s work, proclaimed the steadfast consecration of himself and his family to God’s service. At the age of 80, Joshua led the Jews through the dry riverbed of the Jordan that had been cleared Moses-like by the Ark of the Covenant. The triumphant invasion of Canaan had been delayed for forty year by the lukewarm commitment of their complaining compadres until Caleb and Joshua both qualified for platinum AARP cards. Evidently, Joshua continued whacking people for the Lord for another twenty plus years and used the occasion of self-eulogy to commit himself and his kids to continued service to Our Creator. His example set the bar high for the men of his children’s generation and for the men of our generation as well.

On Thursday I attended a gathering of people that are currently answering Joshua’s challenge to serve the Lord. There were fathers, sons, mothers and daughters who had all collected in the family room of a residence to watch a video on Christian apologetics, the discipline of defending and explaining the faith to non-believers. I would say that there were close to fifty people in attendance, enough carcasses so that a late-comer like me had to nestle in the back corner of the beautifully decorated kitchen near the sink. I was back in the zone where the moms and grand-moms were trading about the pajama clad and pacified youngest of the gathered. It was an excellent presentation; the group reminded me of how, appropriately, the early church had met in the house of Pricilla and Aquilla. Even before that, while The Word Made Flesh still walked the Earth, many of the stories in the New Testament are played out in houses of families that had put their wealth at the disposal of an obscure rabbi from Nazareth and His Gospel.

I stood by the sink and looked across the room spying Nicholas seated comfortably in a recliner in the corner of the room where he controlled the video presentation with an X-box joystick. Closer to me I saw an older man and his younger clone watching together that I knew had been estranged for many years. Many had prayed for them and the father and son had reconnected and reconciled under unusual circumstances. Now they watched together studiously learning how better to serve the Lord. Joshua’s commitment was apparent all around the room among the Catholics and Protestants alike. Each of us listened to prepare ourselves to go forth from the meeting to our jobs, schools and wherever we shop with the hope of acting as faithful and peaceful emissaries for Christ. Our hope is to answer for Him with our words and actions in a world that has largely forgotten His message.

Realizing I was distracted, I turned away from the room, looked down at the sink and noticed a smaller but equally tasteful plaque with the words of Joshua 24:15 inscribed upon it. The third incident ruled out coincidence.

Nicholas, who never cared much for reading, asks me sometimes how I can write an essay every week. I explain to him that I don’t really think about it. After my commitment to serve the Lord by writing, each essay just seems to present itself for typing. I don’t really stress much or suffer from writer’s block. Nick, himself, has volunteered to serve the Lord by speaking at the next Pan de Vida retreat. I think the other youths present will benefit from his commitment to pay his debt to Jesus forward. I expect that the retreat will be fruitful. Last weekend’s Couples in Cana retreat looked like a bigger group than the previous year. I have heard also that several people that have spectated through Mass for years are now enrolled in RCIA. Joshua is working on all the hearts at IHM. I expect the turnout from the parish for the West Coast Walk For Life will be impressive as well.

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