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Summer collection no. 1 piece! ^^ A sweet friender bender moment in Paris :3

Drinking wine instead of porter An Irishman in gay Paris~

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[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part I)

Mulder and Scully have traveled a lot a lot a lot during their years in the basement-- surely, they had pretty cool conversations on the road?

Loose chronological order below~

@wexleresque/hellsteeth's

stars

As he climbs into the passenger seat of his father’s Lincoln, Fox yawns. The dashboard clock reads 5:03 AM and the smug tilt of his mother’s lips suggests that the early hour is the result of considerable negotiation. The tires crunch on the driveway and his mother waves at him absentmindedly from the porch as they depart. She doesn’t make a habit of smiling, but in the dark, Fox thinks something close might be on her face.

The drive is quiet this morning, save for the news on the radio and the whistle of the wind through the cracked window. Sunflower seeds sail over the glass and Fox takes a few out of the bag, chewing on them for something to do.

“How’s work, Dad?” he asks as they pass Fall River.

 Young Mulder is tossed back and forth by his begrudging parents.

the fbi basement bulletin board - Chapter 5 (Tumblr)

“Hm. Well you probably don’t need a medical professional to tell you this, but if you keep moving it around, it’s going to take longer to heal. You need to rest it.”

“Noted, doc. And you just missed the turn, by the way.”

S1 Mulder is bad at directions-- especially with a sprained wrist.

Local Radio (Tumblr)

Driving out to a little town in Indiana hadn't been in the original plan, but the business of Memorial Day weekend had removed flying as an option. They needed to reach their destination within 24 hours. So here they were, en route to another place that didn't even warrant a dot on the map (you've seen one, you've seen them all, he sometimes thought to himself).

Mulder is amused at a crazy radio station (and at Scully's reaction.)

Christine Leigh's (Alt. Ao3) Maybe?

"Okay, here we are." Maggie said this as she pulled off the highway and onto the road that would take them into Democrat Hot Springs. She was surprised that there wasn't more traffic. This town, if she remembered right, was supposed to be some sort of a resort area. Five more minutes, and they were in the parking lot looking up at the familiar sight of the neon arches, and that's all that mattered. 

Captain Scully is back from deployment; and Maggie senses something is off with her youngest daughter.

@thatfragilecapricorn30's (Ao3) Tell Me You Love Me - Chapter 1

“How do you know where I live?” he asked.

Scully’s cheeks reddened; she was hoping he wouldn’t notice or find her actions inappropriate. “It was, uh, it was in your personnel file. I wrote down your address after you called me at home after the last case. I figured I may need it at some point.”

Mulder smiled. “Just trying to see if you’ve been spying on me.”

Post Deep Throat Scully can't shed her keyed-up nerves after driving Mulder back home.

@scullywolf's (Ao3)

Eve

Her eyes narrowed. “How far up north?”

“California’s a big state, Scully.”

“I’m aware of that. How far?”

He decided there was probably something very interesting over in the corner that merited staring at while he answered. “About 300 miles. Give or take.”

Eve Mulder sheepishly wakes Scully.  

Red Museum

Sure, the old man wasn’t a member of the church, and similarities between him and Brother Andrew were all but nonexistent, but the cryptic “There’s something I’d like to show you,” with no further explanation, was enough to set her mental warning bells chiming. She was a grown woman, with a gun, but that didn’t mean she loved the idea of jumping into some random stranger’s truck after only the briefest of exchanges. Mulder joined her at the truck’s window, an unspoken question on his face.

Red Museum Scully communicates her anxieties to Mulder without a word.

Demons

The car company rep agreed to come and pick her up, and she sat down on the curb for only a minute or so before getting up again to pace off her nervous energy. A hundred horrible scenarios played themselves out in her head; at least ninety of them involved Mulder getting into car wrecks of varying degrees of seriousness. In order to keep herself from panicking, she tried to focus on the task at hand, which only made her angry that she was even in her current position in the first place.

Demons Scully has to call in a new rental car.

Drive

“All I’m saying,” she said pointedly, “is that it could be worse. We could be crammed in a room right now with a bunch of other agents, and instead we’re at least driving around through what you have to admit is some fairly scenic farmland.”

Mulder spared a moment to mourn their lost office. 

Drive Scully appreciates being out in the field with Mulder again.

Dreamland II

"...Mulder, I’m not proud of how long it took me to realize what was going on. I was about ready to drag you in for an MRI. Some sort of delayed-effect brain trauma from your trip out to the Queen Anne was the only thing I could think of to account for your dramatic change in behavior. Only it wasn’t you at all–”

“Well, you believe it now, and that’s all that matters. Now how do we fix things?”

Dreamland II Mulder and Scully catch up before heading back into the fray.

@cactustree's (Ao3) Fast Times and Slow Drives

She startles when she feels a warm hand on top of hers, and her eyes snap open as though jolted by an electric shock. She looks over to find Mulder studying her, his eyes darkened with concern.

“Watch the road, Mulder,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away from his.

“What’s wrong, Scully?”

Post Genderbender Mulder banters away Scully's apology with facts.

@h0ldthiscat's (Ao3, Alt. Ao3)

Survivor

She swats him away with one of her small hands when he touches her head and helps her into the car, but the look she shoots him lacks her usual antagonism, and the purse of her lips doesn't quite convince him that she's annoyed.

"Do you want another one of these before we hit the road?" He shakes a half-empty bottle of Gatorade at her as he slides behind the wheel, but she shakes her head once, firmly, and presses her lips together in a thin line, making them even whiter than they are.

Post Darkness Falls Mulder drives them home.

7. things you said while we were driving

She shoves the sunshade back up and clears her throat. “Can we go?”

He notices for the first time that her eyes are wet, that her chin is quivering despite her best attempts to control it. Remorse and guilt wash over him as he remembers an offhand comment from earlier in the week that explains her makeup, her nicer-than-usual suit, the set of her jaw. 

Post Never Again Mulder's remorse soothes Scully's feelings.

Can I ask for a fic tonight? :)

“Was the drive okay?” she asks.

Mulder jerks his head back to the still open door and says, “Ask your son, he drove.”

William appears in the doorway, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, tawny hair in his eyes. “It was fine, Mom.”

“Good,” she says, shooting daggers at Mulder with her eyes, daggers that say she can’t believe he let their son drive in a snowstorm....

AU-- Revival era Scully is not pleased Mulder let college age William drive back in a snowstorm.

@crossedbeams’s (Ao3) I-Spy

‘I love this song!’ I explain, whizzing the twizzler I have pilfered from Mulder’s junk food haul around in some vaguely rhythmic pattern. I love music I just lack the skill set to express that love very elegantly.

Mulder chuckles at my enthusiasm and cranks up the volume, ‘I never would have had you pegged as a Clapton fan’.

S1 Scully tells Mulder about her family road trips.

@slippinmickeys's (Ao3, Gossamer)

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 25 (Tumblr)

The thing was, it was next to impossible to see out the windshield. 

Scully loved thunderstorms. Having spent a large portion of her youth in San Diego, they were still a novelty, even after years on other, more weather-prone bases and college campuses, and if she'd been home, she would have pulled up a chair next to her window and curled up there with a mug of tea, watching the light play in the sky and the water ping sharply against the glass. 

However, as a driver she was cautious, and with Mulder, well, she had a reputation to uphold: He was the engine. She was the brake. 

S1 Scully drives through a storm, donuts and a dozing partner included.

@brownies-and-tea/browniesandtea's Collect Call

“Mulder, it’s too late.” Scully sighed and leaned against the rain-streaked window of the car.

"I can't believe you're thinking fondly of that awful motel."

"I'm thinking fondly of a decent night's sleep." she stretched across the passenger seat.

S1 Mulder pursues a lead with Scully, from car to phone booth.

Ten's Learning to Breath (1/2)

In the elevator the women leaned him against one of the walls and kept talking to him, worried that otherwise he would go back to sleep and start sliding to the floor. Dana asked him questions, like his name and address, to keep him alert. She was relieved when she received the correct answers.

They got him into the backseat of Maggie's car, careful not to bump his head. Dana immediately raced around the car and got in the back herself. She fastened his seatbelt and watched as he leaned back against the headrest. He was asleep again before Maggie turned the key in the ignition.

AU-- Post One Breath Scully, Maggie, and Melissa are shocked at the state of Mulder's apartment.

J. C. Sun's Car Ride

My partner is next to me, as he always is, but for the first time in months, he's wearing his glasses. They make him look like an owl: a giant, somber six-foot owl perched in the driver's side seat. However, I doubt any owl has ever rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbow and cradled a book in his lap, or chased the paranormal for a living. Nor do I think any owl has ever looked quite like him: the slightly twisted nose, the clear hazel eyes and the annoying, annoying little lock that, even now, droops across his forehead. It takes a wrench of will to resist the urge to reach out and to smooth it into place.

Post Firewalker Scully is bonded to Mulder now.

@seek-its-opposite/seek_its_opposite's

transient luminous events

He is still just standing there, the sleeves on the turtleneck he didn’t need to wear pushed up at the elbows. She is suddenly, vividly aware of the car, of the hot metal and the smell of rubber in stagnant humidity. Duane Barry’s trunk smelled like a spare tire. Her mouth goes cloth-gag dry.

“Can we?” she asks. She waves her hand at the road ahead and wonders how she’s so sure of this: He’d have known what she was asking even if she hadn’t.

“Sure,” Mulder nods. He looks relieved. He grabs their flashlights from the glove compartment and hands her one, and the flood of Pfaster’s headlights behind her eyes softens and clarifies into two beams that will never outrun her. And they walk.

Post Irresistible Scully confronts Mulder on his bubble-wrap method of protection.

if you weren't so

She tilts her chin up at him, at the usual angle, and finds that the geometry between them is the same.

“I need to talk to you,” she says. “Something’s happened.”

Behind him, his not-wife drags a recliner over the threshold in reverse, yelling at the houses that all look like hers.

“I have to talk to you alone.”

She says “alone” like she always says it and wonders if she meant to do that. There are days when she’s sure she could leave him in the dirt and still wind up in a room with him at the end of the world. As they slip behind the truck, she's gripped by the idea that to Joanne Fletcher, she is the woman Mulder shouldn’t be with.

AU-- Dreamland II Mulder and Scully try to find a way back to each other.

theramblinrose's Irresistible - Chapter 5/Chapter 6

“I didn’t know when I’d hear from you,” Mulder said.

“I’m at the airport,” Scully said. “I’ve got a car. I’m driving in. I just wanted to call before I left.”

“Anything wrong?” Mulder asked.

“No,” Scully said. “Honestly—everything’s feeling pretty right, Mulder.”

AU-- Irresistible Mulder and Scully are juggling their new relationship, a surprise pregnancy, and the fallout from the nefarious Pfaster.

eponine119's Same Old Fight

-Turn it back, he'd insisted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel with the effort of keeping the car on the narrow twisting road, This is making me jumpy.

-I don't know why I let you drive.

-You didn't have any choice.

-Mulder, pull over and let me drive.

-No.

S2 Mulder rescues Scully after their blowout fight almost ends with an explosive conclusion.

Sneakers/sneakers's

Walter Skinner's 'From Left Field

"But I don't see why Skinner should care about the book. It didn't mention *him*, and it didn't even use our names." Scully stood in front of the bookcase, scanning the shelves. "We didn't divulge anything classified; I'm sure the reading public thinks the whole think is a joke."

"But they had the nerve to claim I ate *twelve* piece of sweet potato pie!"

She pulled the book down. "Skinner's going to complain about your eating habits?"

"But I *hate* sweet potato pie, Scully. You know that, remember? I turned green at the gills last Thanksgiving, when your sister-in-law offered me some."

Post Jose Chung's From Outer Space Skinner has his thoughts on the book.

Sweet Home D.C.

"But the reception . . ." She looked out the window at the 1 AM darkness. "I think we both need to get some sleep. Turn the radio back on if you want to."

He did.

<< . . . Sweet home, Alabama . . . where skies are so blue . . . sweet home, Alabama . . . Lord, I'm coming home to you . . .>>

"That guy's got something wrong with his head, Scully."

Mulder and Scully, switching songs and swapping gum.

Evil_Little_Dog's

Cassadaga Bound

Dana squinted out the car window. "I don't think there's enough room in this town for all the witches, or demons, or devils in Florida, let alone the world."

S3 Mulder detours he and Scully to a fortune teller's.

Travelogue

“We’re not lost.” Mulder shot her a look then turned back to the road, correcting for the drift. “We’re directionally challenged.”

Making a guttural noise deep in her throat, Scully glanced out the window.

Mulder, the car, and a ditch.

@sunlightscully's (XF Writing Challenge - Food)

They have perfected the art of car eating. The driver orders and pays and hands the greasy bag over to be unpacked. The passenger unwraps the driver’s burger. They share fries.

When he pays she asks for the bare minimum and nothing too expensive. He orders extra large milkshakes and pretends he doesn’t see her stealing sips. They compensate for each other. Ketchup has not been spilled in years.

Mulder realizes he loves Scully.

Starbuck's (FFN) Wake Me When We Get There

"Shouldn't be much longer, Scully."

She made no acknowledgment, lying her head upon the seat once again. He continued driving as she drifted in and out of consciousness. White line. White line. Yellow line.

"Wake me when we get there, Mulder."

Mulder keeps the volume down so his partner can sleep on the long drive home.

@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk's (Ao3) drabble; pay no mind

Scully paces around the car, branches and leaves snapping quietly under her weight. But she’s not angry, not at all, or nervous. She occasionally bends down to steal a sunflower seed from him and pauses to crack it before continuing her little loops.

Mulder and Scully find their own ways to entertain themselves when the rental car breaks down.

@incidental-ao3/incidental's Febuwhump 2023: The Truth is Out There (And the Fic is In Here) - Chapter 18

“No, Mulder, I should be keeping you awake, you’re the driver.”

“But I am awake,” he argued reasonably. “So there’s no reason for you to torture yourself when you could catch another few hours’ rest.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s not torture,” she scoffed. He smirked.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said. She scowled sleepily.

Scully tries not to fall asleep, and Mulder ruminates on life before lights.

@mulderbabe77's Taco Stands and Regrets

He pushed down a little harder on the gas pedal.

“Are you gonna throw up?” He gulped, hoping to hear a no.

“Nope,” she answered and for a moment he almost sighed with relief. “The other thing, I think,” she finished, grimaced again and held a hand to her cramping stomach.

“I’m on it!” He sped the car up a little more.

Ten minutes later they could see the exit just ahead. Mulder was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Mulder and Scully both get food poisoning while on the road.

@hamster-on-fire/fade_into_the_dusk_with_me’s For The Sake Of Driving (Ao3)

They’d do this sometimes. Drive. They were always driving, it seemed. But when it was dark like this & he was scared like this, or tired like this, or just utterly numb like this, it was different. The curve of the road up ahead could feel like a whole conversation; the silence, an opening, & they’d both sit there, like staring at a sterile wound.

Mulder and Scully help each other decompress on long, long car drives late into the night.

Timemeantnothing's On the road again

“We helped keep the Germans from getting Thor’s Hammer.”

“Mhmm,” Scully hummed, turning the corner.

“It was Einstein, Scully. We protected Albert Einstein.”

“That was very good of us to do.”

Mulder and Scully, driving: hot ladies, aliens, cheek kisses, Triangle rambles, and Millennium contentedness.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

**Note**: I am a "separate the art from the artist" person through-and-through; but my lists will no longer be featuring writers that have blocked me-- tooooooo much drama has been kicked up over that issue.

[spooksnett]

Reminder that the OIAR and 'Starkwall Protection Service' used to be in contact with eachother 🎉

it was like 24 years ago but I think that's fascinating. They brought up the massacre once and never again. TELL ME MORE 😡

[cornley-amateur-drama-society]

Chris, Sandra, Robert, and Vanessa as YouTubers

(because the idea was living in my neurons and firing them constantly)

Chris is so one of those guys who acts out his favourite scenes from plays and movies and TV shows.

But, more importantly,

He is watching stage performances and ripping into them with a zest that scares new viewers.

(There is a drinking game floating around with older viewers based on what Chris says or does, such as pinching the bridge of his nose at least three times in the span of two minutes or if he starts a sentence off like, “Hm, right, well then.”)

He's talking about Shakespeare, he's talking about Wilde, he's looking at off-Broadway and off-West End up-and-coming shows

He's looking at what's promising (u&c shows), what's timeless (older, well-known shows), and what he appreciates about them or what he thinks is outdated or sucked in execution (all).

Once a month, he'll perform a scene from a play he wrote himself.

There are several plays he's penned from which he chooses each month, performing scenes that are disjointed, so his ideas cannot be potentially stolen.

He does have a Patreon, the patrons dubbed “The Screen Beans.”

One of the things he does every other week is a live Q&A while he does mundane things like cleaning his office or making a meal or holds yarn for someone off-screen.

There are fancams in the #ScreenBeans tags across social media of his lives due to Chris' much more laid-back personality.

(Laid-back is a relative term here. He is still very conscious of what he says and does, however he wears his glasses or forgets to shave a few days before the lives or is wearing cosy-looking handmade jumpers.)

His Instagram account is active, and he posts at least thrice a week. Each post is something specific for the day, like #HoratioMondays, #WednesdayViewings, and #SaturdayShots.

Horatio is a beloved feature of his channel. A nearly completely black cat with white spots on the end of his tail, over one eye, and on one paw, the little guy is missing half of one of his ears. He has brilliant green eyes, though, that look like emeralds when the light hits him right.

Chris had, in his late-teens one night walking to his flat, stumbled across Horatio as a small, weak, and thin kitten. He instantly picked him up and took him back to his flat. Though there were two other roommates there, Chris was positive that they would be fine with it.

(This was in part due to having seen Kevin's family cat in the family pictures around the flat, and also knowing the Patels since he and Kev were in Primary. Their other roommate was a friend of a friend named Max Bennett, and he was surprisingly easy-going and adored animals.)

Horatio Mondays are of the now almost twelve-year-old cat going about his life.

Sometimes they're videos of him staring at a bug on the window or of him dropping one of his toys into his mini water fountain and then releasing the most pitiful and cooked yowl for Chris to rescue it.

Other times they're pictures of him curled up on the little bed Chris has for him in his office, slightly messy selfies of the two of them together, or pictures of Horatio dressed up for whatever holiday or event is approaching.

Wednesday Viewings are sneak peaks into what his video on Friday will be about. Sometimes it's a shot of the title card of the movie or TV show. Others it's an artfully done picture of a book of a play open with several pens and sticky notes scattered in and around it.

Saturday Shots are just pictures of anything particularly interesting Chris did during the week, or pictures and videos taken during a stroll in the park near his flat, or pictures with his friends at cafés or theatres.

Many people are surprised by who Chris is friends with, not expecting to see the Sandra Wilkinson, the Robert Grove, and the Vanessa Wilcock-Wynn-Carroway with him.

Well, okay, Sandra and Robert make sense given that both of them are well-known acting vloggers, too. But it always throws new viewers off to find out that Chris and Vanessa are engaged.

The two of them are very good at keeping their accounts separate and compartmentalized.

Once they announce their engagement on both of their channels, however, the divide they had slowly erodes away and Vanessa can be seen occasionally in his lives, sometimes even joining in for a few minutes. She also starts to feature more heavily on his Instagram page, along with her cat Othello.

(Screen Beans are shook to find out that Chris had been hiding an entire whole ass cat from them for years. Especially one as fluffy as Othello. When asked about it in a live Q&A that he did on Instagram after his engagement announcement video went up, he chalked the lack of Othello up to the fact that he can close his office door while he films. And that Othello likes to sleep most of the time on his and Vanessa's bed or hang out with her while she works on a new pattern or design or challenge.)

Chris posts his videos every Friday, and they range between three minutes long to over an hour and a half if he's dissecting a film/TV show/play.

[blue-pikmin-gaming]

did anyuybody els seethat.

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

FINALLY HOME MY GOD I GOT SO FUCKING LOST

[rfks-brain-worms]

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[cantarella-s]

sorry about the. situation youre in :/

yeah

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Byrd: Don’t you think mom n’ dad have been a bit weird recently? Wren: It’s probably just ‘cause grandma’s sick. Byrd: Do you think she’ll die? Wren: She said she’ll be fine. Byrd: I think she’s just saying that, don’t you? Wren: [scoffs] How am I supposed to know?! Byrd: If I were a doctor, I could fix her. Wren: You’re too stupid to be a doctor. Byrd: Hey! [Wren cackled, shoving Byrd for good measure] Byrd: I know you’re just messing with me, but what if you’re right? Wren: Oh my god, Byrd.. I don’t know the meaning of the whole world, stop asking so many questions. Byrd: Still, wasn’t very nice… Wren: [sighs] Sorry, Birdie. Byrd: What do you wanna be when you grow up? Wren: I don’t know, who cares. Byrd: Ugh, you’re no fun-.. what about you? Ava: Ummmm, I wanna be a boss. Byrd: [laughs] The boss of what? Ava: Dunno-.. stuff? Or a tree. Wren: You wanna be the boss of a tree? Ava: No, I wanna be the tree. Wren: You can’t be a tree, thick-o. Byrd: Don’t listen to her, you can be anything you want! Wren: She can’t. Byrd: Well, that’s what mom always says. Wren: Yeah, but not literally-.. bird brain. Ava: Don’t call him that! Wren: Ow-.. bitch, don’t kick me! Ava: [gasp] MAMA!! Wren: Ava kicked me again! Ava: Wren said a naughty word-.. and called Byrd a bird brain. Courtney: Well.. neither of those things are nice, are they? You know what to do. Wren: But-… Courtney: Really? Wren: [huffs] Fine. Courtney: You too. Ava: Nnnng-.. you’re so POOPY! Courtney: Congrats on the double time-out, honey. Robin: Days without inciden-.. Wren: ZERO days since you sprouted a new zit. Robin: Y’know-.. just you wait.

[zeroz2ro]

Putyin elismere hogy ők lőtték le a repülőgépet.

Kíváncsi leszek az Origo / Mandiner / Magyar Nemzet hogy hozza ki ebből a Zelenszkij -szálat.

[dia-oro]

now i need some karma for the rest of the boys...

This has nothing to do with my more spiteful side that wants revenge or justice and wants to make the chain miserable by teaching them that they can't always be in control, no, not at all, Why are you implying that? Do I look like that kind of person? Haha youre funny

i live to serve, I love a really good hearted MC/Darling but you know what better? A good but still fallible person :D as all humans are and these MFs will learn as your smiles can be serve to them, the spite and a ire can also got like a five start dessert.

*laugh in bad tempered Latina*

Let's imagine these man's no all of them are moronic and egoist when they fell in love and become obsessed with the darling, maybe is their copy mechanism that is already shite. But why they have to take our freedom or even torment us? Make the darling suffer a accident or chase them ? Mf they where look for grocery no to run away- well, some will tremble, others will dread in silence and others will try to Scape but... What about that say 'oh Nah, they think just because I can't do any magic I can't give them a lesson? You bet' so let's start.

I will start for the worst yandere to the least problematic, I will try my best so hope this pettiness and revenges/karma can give what you soul yearn.

Legend, our beloved red flag when yandere, there's no much need to say why, seven to what? Eight adventure is you count the one with the chain, the marin inciden, his uncle dead, this man never needed a sword, he needed a therapist from the age of 11yr. No matter how much wanting to break his neck in your sleep come after he literally kidnapped you, probably try to use some magic in you even a curse ring is all before fail, there's no need for tears or scream, we know he will man it up, so what about to opposite of kill him with kindred? Apathy, apathy is irony the key, treat everyone else better than him, give all the love and kisses to his descendant to spite it more, make your favourite food to them, make him watch, make him yearn but can't have it, sing at night at low-key tune the song of the dream fish, come on some pts :) make him break slowly to tears and stomb the pieces with apathy and overly Caring for the rest of the chain.

Four... Four is complicated and almost put twilight here but four had Cuatro! CUATRO reasons to be here (Akka the colors) this man is collected and laid-back, till these mfs got wild and holy shite, while four could let darling with no weapon and be pretty possessive he still is no a danger to darling themselves, but the colors? His mayor character in personality ?? Fragment of his personality made person, what the worst could happen? Blue, Vio and red, these could happened, green is okay but red didn't have any control, but if you say you let him be your toy to please he will jump to it, congrats, you have a him ready to bark if you say so, deprive him of your warm now, make him cry and whine, be the boss but remember tease with some ilusión of act of affection, yes, all horrible to say it but if needed then you must do it, be the bad person that day. Now, blue, blue is complicated because he explosive so do a social experiment with him if you say, a system of reward for good behavior with you, for letting your weapons back even pampered him but the moment he got back to his bullshit ? All affection privileges be take from no only him but the rest of the colors to, make the ire got to the frustrating point that only tears are all let, and when he finally break just caress him and with the most caring voice tell him what he did bad like a little kid, soon he will learn or stay in the stages of rage tears with you cleaning then and baby him, make him feel embarrassed, a little humiliation is good for bad boys. Vio, vio, a reward system is good for him, learn that bad action from his part end with red and green and blue being pampered in love or worse, cold shoulder for poor four that didn't know what the colors did wrong and is frantic trying to right wrong from making finery jewelry to whatever weapon you want just say or if he didn't know just tell him the concept and draw it and he do the rest.

Now can we take a moment and go for a spray of water or even better... Perfume and use it on twilight that was such a bad boy. We know mina did some damage but still- you just dare to use Wolfy on darling? Thousand years on jail thousand of years! Growls? Did he try to bite? Let's call Time to let his disappointed eyes burn him alive, or better, ilia or rusl do it if darling is in his Hyrule, look at him being scolded like a little kid for being a bratt, look how the kids in ordon laugh at him because he was being scolded for doing 'bad' like them, make all the woman's in ordon scold him, put him a cone of shame as Wolfie, common you don't need to go as far as with four and the colors, this man is easy to suffer guilt also the cone of shame make more easy the rest of the chain to laugh their ass at him.

sky, sky my beloved my dear man, you're a pain in the ass as yandere, thank God the godslayer of the chain is less agressive than some but still, expect a literal worshiper and at the same time someone delusional and needy, all in one of the most pretty pack ever seeing, this man could manipulate, even accidentally hurt someone and them being the most tearful bruh in the story of existence, all soft and letal, a darling more tempered or even more mature would see the best revenge is both living well and the true, so with no drama, no sugarcoating, tell him he losing you, tell him how even his reaction in that moment is only making you feel disappointed on him, use the reverse card on him, tell him how bad he was... Make him got the stages of grief, make him your servant for forgiveness, Hylia must be having her Jaja on him for leaving her reincarnation. The best revenge here is seeing him in the eye and tell him if he do it again you will hate him, he will no sleep for a time.

Time, time dear man, you try your best you really did, but when you got yandere and with these mask in your hands, you're the terror, good thing he trying to understand, but he almost as problematic as the rest of the boys before him but in different way, he wise, very wise, he live two times what should be a normal lifespan, but there's a thing, man didn't read and this man cannot run as fast as the mailman so this easy, write Malon. That it. Why? I like to think he managed to make Malon fell for you and start this tentative courting to lead to be darling part of the matrimony, so... Let Malon deal with him when everyone's go to lon lon, poor twilight is trembling like a leaf with fear of no existing anymore tomorrow. No all you have to deal is with a sad sap time for months but that okay.

Hyrule, why?? Why my love?? I blame all he can do to his fae nature that all. The good thing, he one of the most caring and empathy of the chain but also means, he can be talk like a semi normal person and let him see what he did was wrong but if he goes a little far for our human existence liking? Well, is would be sad it poppy seeds got carried away in the wind in from of him and the fairy instincts say got to count them and collect then all. If you always refuse if presents, really this man don't need much to tear up in his pillow like our first heart break, don't try something mean then that, remember we need our medic, kiss his cheek Chasty and caress his back as you tell him he did back but you can forgive him if he mean it and prove he honest, he will try his best.

Last but no less important our captain, warriors is a curious case because you first must notice that he did something wrong to us, conscious of it, because let's be honest if you think he doing it in jezz or even accident or in a joke you be annoyed but will no plot a lesson to him, but if he slip in his act *evil laugh* ignore him, give more attention to legend, to twilight but don't give him your time, you company but in a way that didn't make the rest of the chain got much questions just thinking that you're in a need of a respite, make him desperate, make him want to tear, try to be you partner in mission but darling professional and very out of reach still, say wild or even twilight is pretty, make him look at you scandalized and make this man pout as a five year old kid, because he know he did bad and still with guilt he did it, he understands and begrudgingly accept it, things are a your phased, no his.

Honorable mention;

Wind; no hug for bad little brothers and no candy's.

First; I feel bad by just mentioning him but if he end in the chain and end yandere just to make something stupid by accident, just look at him in the eyes, the look of total disappointed on him will make him wish dead, please, do no try anything more, this man is a mess already thank to the four years in jail by lies, just tell him you're angry at him.

Hope you like it, some are just more severe than others but that is already based in how their trials are... Some yanderes are more unstable than others.

[bookfandomtalk]

There have been a LOT of debates on here and other social media platforms about the Batfam & their views on killing. I've had thoughts on this for a while and it's currently 1AM so lets do this:

Alfred: Would kill if neccesary, but only then. He wouldn't lose a night of sleep if he believes it's justified, but his definition of justified might not align with everyone elses. Alfred often puts the duty of the bat up on an even higher pedestal than Bruce, and if someone dangerous discovered the secret and Alfred could get away with it, he's definitely consider option, even if he probably wouldn't.

Bruce: I saw a post a few days ago about the Hunger Games and its view on bad people v.s. atrocities. The point was that if you prioritize condemning the people over their actions, you risk falling into those same actions. Bruce, and the concept of Batman, embodies that. His first priority will always be to stop atrocities from happening, not punishing the perpetrators. His refusal to kill stems FROM that. He's not cleaning up the city from bad people, he's cleaning up the city from bad actions. Honestly, I do not believe that killing someone would "destroy" Bruce in the way it's often suggested. But i do believe it would ruin the faith people have in the bat as a symbol of faith and hope, and I believe Bruce would struggle to cope with it for a long time.

Dick: Is a lot more morally rigid than Bruce. Where I firmly believe Bruce's emotional regulation issues come from being raised by Alfred, Dick got raised by Alfred and Bruce. As a result, he's a lot more like Bruce than he'd ever be willing to admit, and in some ways, he might be worse. Dick crosses peoples lines a lot in canon, especially when it comes to manipulating people. But the one line he'd never cross is murder. Yes, he nearly murdered Joker, but that was in a fit of rage. If Bruce hadn't resuscitated the Joker, I firmly believe it would've significantly changed both Dick as a civillian and Nightwing as a vigilante. It would break him.

Babs: Doesn't want to kill, but wojldn't hesitate. Her dad's a cop, she knows very well that in a life or death situation, she can't hesitate. She'll do all the training in the world to prevent herself from being in that spot, but if she gets caught of guard (again) she'll now be ready.

Jason: Unlike Dick and Bruce, Jason's first trauma wasn't the murder of a loved one. His mother died of an overdose and Jason's dad originally got killed in prison (not sure if that's still canon). He never had one hard line "no killing" because his first horrors were a lot less clear. He doesn't take killing lightly, but he believes that some crimes are unforgivable, and without significant fear, you can't stop people from committing them.

Cass: Cass is not morally against killing, but she won't do it. She can read every single sign in a person's body and knows so inherently how wrong it is. She killed once as a kid and decided to never again. If there was no absoluely other way out of a situation, and someone other than her was the one in danger, she might, but I really doubt that would or could ever happen.

Tim: Originally, Tim's no killing rule came from his idolidation of Batman and Robin. They said "no killing" so Tim internalized that. Tim is a very rigid person in his morals, but in a different way than Dick. His entire time as Robin, Tim had people trying to convince him to turn to the dark side and start killing, starting with Lady Shiva. This is what makes it so ironic that the only person Tim technically "killed" was in fact Shiva. It was a complete accident while he was affected by a herb that gave him super speed and Tim himself immediately administered CPR despite Shiva trying to kill him not even a minute ago. Then with Gun Batman, Tim's morals slightly change. Tim still refuses to ever kill, but now it's more out of fear. If he starts killing, at what point does he become that villain? His morals grey over time, the captain boomrang incident show that, as does the entire first half of the Red Robin run. But Tim has drawn ONE line for himself that he wants to maintain so he doesn't become Gun Batman, and that's that he won't kill. (So no, I don't believe he physically blew up any league bases. He blew up their online infrastructure. That's it.)

Steph: Her mother is a nurse who taught Steph to value life, but I honestly think that if Steph ever has to kill someone, or a accidentally kills someone (who deserves it) she'd handle it best. She wouldn't be completely normal about it, but she'd work through it and carry on.

Duke: Honestly mirrors Dick in a lot of ways, there's a reason they initially got paired in We Are Robin. I don't think Duke is capable of killing anyone. He's still human, he has a snapping point (but not enough has happened to reach it), but if he killed, he'd really struggle with it.

Damian: Hardest to nail down for me by far. (Mostly because the writers are fucking inconsistent) He used to be able to kill without remorse, and sometimes he mourns the fact that ne no longer can do that. But most of the time he's grateful for how far he's come. If he gets a chance to kill someone like the Joker and get away with it, he might, but otherwise, he's grown enough to know the value of human life.

[justyanle]

I warmly greet! Can I have a request for Miles Spider from Avatar please? Where the reader (human) tries to learn how to jump and climb trees like her good friend Spider does, but during the training she missteps and is in danger of falling down from a great height. She manages to grab the edges of the branch, but she can't climb back up, so out of sheer fear and desperation, she screams for help...and Spider hears her.

Please something cuteeeee, I adore this boy!❤️

Well Being

(Spider x f!Reader)

Spider has been helping you get used to the environment of Pandora until things go wrong or rather, right.

Content Warning: Fluff, slight swearing, reader almost getting hurt, more fluff, Spider x f!Reader

As of the moment, you were trying to imitate the boy who had grown up in the forest - he's strong and hasty, ridiculously jacked for his age.

You were another baby that got stuck on the green and bioluminescent lands of Pandora. Unlike Spider, you reserved yourself in the lab growing up, often preferring to study the surroundings rather than being in it.

Your athletic abilities weren't the best, usually having trouble trailing behind Spider's lean physique.

This disadvantage was one of the things you dreaded due to the fact you were currently trying to climb up a tall tree in the woods.

"Spider! This better be worth it!" you yelled at the boy far down on the ground as the only thing he was focused on was your figure high above a branch of the wood you were seated on.

"I won't catch you if you fall, you gotta learn how to be independent, [Y/N]!" he teased, a cheeky smile accompanying his face in amusement while you were doing your best to keep your body stable and balanced on the tree branch that stood high.

Spider knew you were lacking in the athletic field so he wanted to train you for the instances in the forest.

Though, that's what he wanted to believe.

Spider wanted to take you to all the breathtaking views and nature in the environment you grew opposite of. He was hoping to have more time and moments with you, the gushy feeling in his stomach would always bubble in his stomach when you were there, even just mentioned.

Pushing your nervous emotions to the side, standing up on the branch that had your knees shaky.

Jittering, you got your stance ready to leap onto another large piece of wood in front of you, searching for it's stability.

You wind up your body, preparing for the big leap you were about to perform. With all your might and strength, the locomotions of your body moved and -

"SHIT!"

Your hand was gripping onto the branch you had tried to make your big jump on, trying to compose all your body weight with a tight hold of your digits off the tree you were hanging off.

Not wanting to give up your pride, you tried to pull your body higher that was getting weighed down by Pandora's gravity, though that resulted in a shaking arm and a hand releasing its hold.

You were close to tears, not sure if it was because of the fear that you were going to possibly fall or if it was because of your ego hurting if you called for Spider.

Sighing, you could only prepare for the embarrassment and shame you would face after this inciden, not wanting to seem weak.

"Spider! Help!"

Spider's head followed the source of the high pitched sound of screams, the view he found was the image of your body dangling from a high piece of the tree you were climbing and jumping on.

"Shit! [Y/N]! Hang on, okay?!" he onwardly rushed to the tree with no signs of showing struggle, leaping and climbing onto branches one by one. His toned and muscular body was working it's way to you, his agility and flexibility working all at the same time.

The boy was nearing your aching body, trying to hold onto the tree for your life, your last moments could've been possibly happening. With one last jump, he was on the branch you were dangling off of.

"[Y/N]! You good?" he asked, taking your one arm that was still clinging to the Pandorian oak and pulling you with strength. Once he pulled you up enough, your other hand finally got ahold of the branch you were bracing yourself on and pushed your body weight up.

Spider has successfully pulled you onto the thick and sturdy branch where the two of you now shared the space on.

The scared boy spoke up, "My God, oh my God.." voice trembling and breathy due to the fact that he almost lost you and the speedy trek he performed in order to save the precious girl he adored.

"Thank you Spider.. Thank you..." you sweetly mumbled into his neck, basically straddling his thighs and kept your arms around his neck, his muscular biceps around and wrapped around your waist.

"You're okay now [Y/N], you're okay."

He felt foolish for making you risk your life just to be able to hang out with him rather than adjusting his ways for you, he felt immense shame and guilt creep into his chest, he couldn't take the mental picture of you - his [Y/N], being in danger just to have the ability to make memories with him.

But,

he knew he could only care less about his feelings at the moment, he only cared about you. All of you. He was more than relieved and happy to see your state of well-being with no bruises or scratches, it was perfect. You are perfect.

a/n: this is so half assed and im still suffering from the shame of accidentally posting a whole ass fanfic that was supposed 2 be a draft..... if u saw it no u didnt, thank you for requesting and my reqs r still open

[chuckyeager]

Bendarzsevszkij Anton:

Most már senki előtt nem titok, hogy december 25-én az Azerbaijan Airlines Bakuból Groznijba tartó repülőgépét Oroszország felett egy légvédelmi rakétával lőtték ki. A sérült repülőgépet az oroszok nem engedték leszállni Groznijban és más orosz repülőtereken sem, így a személyzet hatalmas lélekjelenlétet tanúsítva átrepülte vele a Kaszpi-tengert, és Nyugat-Kazahsztánban próbáltak leszállni. A pilótáknak köszönhetően végül a gép 67 utasából 29-en túlélték a katasztrófát. A pilóták nem.

Mivel a sajtó sokat foglalkozott magával a balesettel, ehhez nem is szeretnék hozzátenni, viszont Azerbajdzsán kommunikációja az, ami a történetben izgalmas az eseményeken túl. Ilham Alijev azeri elnök nem csak egy bocsánatkérést követelt (azt megkapta már azóta Putyintól), hanem a felelősök megbüntetését és komoly kártérítést Moszkvától.

Amikor megtörtént a tragédia, Oroszország azt tette, amihez a diktatúrák a legjobban értenek: hazudtak. Azonnal kreáltak egy kitalált verziót, sőt, rögtön többet is. Ez olyan jól működött annak idején Csernobilben is... Sorban jöttek a verziók: az Embraer 190-es (egyébként kifogástalan műszaki állapotban lévő) gép egy madárrajjal ütközött. Műszaki meghibásodás történt. Felrobbant a gépen lévő egyik oxigén palack. Rendkívül rossz időjárási viszonyok történtek. A különböző orosz médiumok pedig a verziók tömegterjesztésébe kezdték, mintha központilag jött volna rá az ukáz. Pontosan ugyanezt a forgatókönyvet követték az oroszok tíz évvel ezelőtt is, az MH17 maláj gép orosz BUK-rendszerrel történt lelövése után is.

Csak hogy itt most nem Ukrajnával álltak szemben, hanem a számukra fontos kapcsolatot jelentő Azerbajdzsánnal, és a Baku legfontosabb szövetségesének számító Törökországgal szemben.

Néhány órán belül a repülőgépen történt videófelvételek és a géproncsokról készült képek alapján világossá vált, hogy a gépet egy légvédelmi rakéta találta el.

A baleset napján Baku még óvatosan fogalmazott. Másnap Azerbajdzsán hangnemet váltott: előbb az azeri média, a Reuters és az Euronews is azeri forrásokra hivatkozva már nyíltan vádolta meg Moszkvát a gép lelövésével, majd estére ezt nyilvánosan is elmondta a parlament egyik képviselője, Raszim Muszabekov.

December 27-én az Azerbaijan Airlines már egyértelművé tette, hogy az orosz rakétatámadás az egyetlen lehetséges verzió: “a lezuhant repülőgép "külső fizikai és műszaki hatásoknak" volt kitéve” - írta közleményben a légitársaság.

Ekkor már Moszkva is változtatott a kommunikációs stratégián, és a madárraj, műszaki hiba és nehéz időjárási viszonyok után azokra próbálták hárítani a felelősséget, akikre szokták: az ukránokra. A Roszaviacija vezetője, Dmitrij Jadrov szerint “nagyon nehéz helyzet” volt ebben az időszakban Groznij környékén az ukrán dróntámadások miatt.

December 28-án, tehát három nappal a tragédia után Vlagyimir Putyin felhívta Ilham Alijevet, és nagyon trükkösen kért is elnézést meg nem is. A Kreml által publikált beszélgetés leirata szerint Putyin “elnézést kért” amiatt, hogy ez a “tragikus incidens Oroszország légtere felett történt”.

Egy tíz évvel ezelőtti Azerbajdzsán és egy tíz évvel ezelőtti Oroszország esetében egy ilyen burkolt bocsánatkérés már így is a lehetőségek maximuma lett volna. De most más időket éljük. Alijevet jól láthatóan Putyin “bocsánatkérése” nem elégítette ki, és az orosz békülési szándékot visszautasítva december 29-én vasárnap kiállt a kamerák elé:

- Sajnos az első három napban Oroszországtól semmi mást nem hallottunk, csak hazugságokat... Az egyik dolog, ami felzaklatott és meglepett minket, az volt, hogy az orosz hivatalos struktúrák elméleteket állítottak fel valamiféle gázpalack felrobbanásáról. Vagyis nyíltan megmutatták, hogy az orosz fél el akarja hallgatni az ügyet, ami senkinek nem válik a becsületére. Először is, az orosz félnek bocsánatot kell kérnie Azerbajdzsántól. Másodszor, be kellene ismernie a bűnösségét. Harmadszor, a bűnösöket meg kell büntetni, büntetőjogi felelősségre kell vonni, és kártérítést kell fizetni az azerbajdzsáni államnak, a sérült utasoknak és a személyzet tagjainak. Ezek a mi feltételeink. Az elsőt már tegnap teljesítették. Remélem, hogy a többi feltételünket is elfogadják - mondta vasárnapi beszédében Alijev (az eredetire link kommentben).

Az orosz kommentelők és telegram csatornák egyébként azóta “szétszedték” Alijevet - “Hogy meri?!” Hát most meri és meg is teszi, amit ilyenkor meg kell. Oroszország pedig próbál majd jó képet vágni hozzá, és szépen ki fogja fizetni a kártérítést.

P.S.: azóta számos külföldi légitársaság felfüggesztette a repülőjáratait Oroszországba.