#international caps lock day

[subby-sab]

Today is 22nd of October.

Today is International Caps Lock Day, National Color Day, National Nut Day, Smart is Cool Day.

[kattiperkele]

TÄNÄÄN ON KANSAINVÄLINEN CAPS LOCK -PÄIVÄ.

[parwatisingari]

Chronicles Of Aunt Selvi.

Typing Loud , Living Bold With Aunt Amritha. It was International Caps Lock Day, and Aunt Selvi’s ever-lively friend, Amritha Shenoy, was visiting. Now, Amritha at 85 isn’t your delicate, soft-spoken grandma wrapped in silk saris. No, she’s more like a walking punctuation mark—bold, clear, and impossible to ignore. A Punjaban married to a Konkani, she carried herself with a sharp…

[jamieandgeorgedashigz]

Today is International Caps Lock Day, apparently.

I love typing in caps, especially if it's to be expressive. I do this in all three of the most popular European scripts.

-Jamie

[holly-natnicole]

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY TO ALL ARO GALS, ACE GALS, AND AROACE GALS!!

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Characters Headcanon

The Crew Found Your "Emergency Snacks"

Captain Curly

Received a month’s worth of scolding, probably set a new record, until you broke out the puppy eyes. The man folded like a lawn chair

Your ego kinda hurt, tho

Confiscated the stash for “safety purposes,” of course

But later, as you were searching for him, you heard that unmistakable crinkle

Turning the corner, you locked eyes with Curly mid-sweetener-binge, guilt written all over his face

You? Yeah, if murder was a look, it'd be yours. His spine shivered, rethinking how you rivalled his mama's look

"Look, I can expla--"

"Wow, cap, just wow"

Let’s just say… compromises were made that day to keep his “responsible captain” reputation intact

Co-pilot Jimmy

Stoic. Cold. Unforgiving. That’s all you saw in Jimmy’s eyes when he caught you

When you asked for him to keep his mouth shut, the co-pilot tilted his head, unimpressed

“Please don’t tell Curly!”

“Beg.”

“Wh—what?”

The audacity to turn his back on you and started walking away

“You had your chance.”

Next thing you knew, you were on your knees, clutching his pant leg like your life depended on it

“Please, Jimmy! Please, please!”

“Captain.”

“Wha—?”

“Say please, Captain.”

You left with your dignity in tatters, but hey, at least the stash was safe

Silently questioned his mental stability after that

Mechanic Swansea

You expected a lecture when he caught you: bulky, log-like arms crossed, face unreadable

Disappointed? Angry? Thinking about dinner? Who knows

You know you only had one way out:

“I’ll share.”

“Deal.”

Seemed easy enough until dinner rolled around, and Swansea casually claimed your entire portion of food

You tried to stand your ground, sticking your tongue out like a defiant kid, but he just smirked

“Cap, about that stock that disappeared last mont—”

He didn’t even finish before you scraped your plate into his. His smirk got bigger

“Easy there, Y/N. Dint know yer so eager to feed an old dog like me.”

Nurse Anya

Caught you mid-sneak with a mouthful of granola. Lucky for you, she’s a nurse. Unlucky for you, she had to Heimlich the oats out of your throat

You coughed up half a granola bar, wheezing your thanks while she doubled over laughing

“You can thank me with some of that stash,” she teased

You were so mortified that you actually stopped hoarding snacks… for about a week. After that, you couldn’t even look her in the eye without turning red

One dinner, the meal was oats. You looked like death warmed over just sitting there, your bowl untouched

Curly frowned. “You okay, Y/N?”

Anya, with the save: “Oh, Cap. Y/N has an oat allergy.”

You gave her a grateful smile. She winked. Meanwhile, Daisuke inhaled your bowl. Unfazed cause his second bowl is a gift

Intern Daisuke

The deal was simple: split the stash 50-50. But Daisuke never knew about your extra stash

When he found out? Heart. Shattered. The man had literal tears in his eyes

“Y/N, how could you?”

He stormed off like the lead in a romcom breakup scene, leaving you grumbling to yourself. But guilt eventually got you, and you chased him down

He whipped around so fast it was like a soap opera in real-time: one hand clutching his (Hawaiian-shirt) heart, the other thrown over his forehead like he was aboutta faint

“Dai, I’m sorry!”

“Words can’t heal this wound.”

“Fine, 75% of next week’s stash is yours.”

“…Aight, cool.”

All of this happened while the entire crew watched from the sidelines, legit done with both your antics (except a certain giggling nurse, who was very entertained)

Swandad claimed 10% of the share after his intern accidentally got caught. Y'all had another breakup scene, this time with you starring it

a/n: happy new year to y'all! hoping for this year to be kind to us ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[billieshrry]

Only Angel • B.E.

Summary: you meet a girl at a party, you smoke a joint with her, and you let her fuck you like crazy.

Warnings: smut, gxg, degradation, shes high, dom!billie, sub!reader, one night stand, strap!billie, i did not proof this

You don’t know why you let Abby drag you to this party.

She claimed you needed to “go out more” and “not be so shy” now that you graduated college. Living in L. A. Was threatening to you, though. Too many people, too many drugs, too much drama.

So when your roommate first asked you to join her, you laughed in her face. When she begged you (for days, actually) you finally gave in.

“What’s the harm in it?” She asked. It was a “small” function, one of her friends from her college invited her to a party in the Hills. He told her to bring as many people as she knew. And well, Abby only really knew you. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

Plus, it’d probably be nice to get out of the house for a night, especially after moving all of your shit across the country 2 weeks ago.

And so, now you’re here, silently motivating yourself to walk through the huge doors of the mansion just 2 streets over from Rodeo Dr. That is, until Abby drags you inside by your wrist before you’re done manifesting a good night.

You immediately go to the kitchen to get a drink.

The entire house was packed, the music was loud, and you’re honestly surprised nobody has made any complaints about it to the police. The speakers were rattling and you just wondered who the hell owned this nice of a place and also listens to Drake.

3 shots later and you’re ready to wonder around the house. You look outside the back patio first, watching stupid, drunken idiots jump off the roof into the huge pool. Internally rolling your eyes, you keep looking around until you spot a girl on the couch, manspreading in cargo pants at least 4 sizes too big on her, smoking a joint while a blonde kisses down her neck.

And she spots you too.

All Billie is thinking in this moment is how innocent you look: a cute pink mini skirt with your black lace thong barely peeking through, probably by mistake, and a small sheer top with a matching bra also vaguely showing. You looked like an angel.

Your eye contact with the mysterious black-haired girl doesn’t waver, even while the blonde, practically on top of her at this point, sucks marks into her neck that will probably be there for days.

The girl blows smoke out towards you, then curls her finger to beckon you over.

You oblige.

She shoos off the other girl, who doesn’t seem phased but instead runs outside to probably find her friends. The girl on the couch pats her lap, looking you up and down, silently telling you to sit there. Instead you sit next to her, take the joint out from between her fingers, and take a long drag.

“I’m y/n” you say, not daring to look her in the eyes as you give back her joint. She takes it, and you see from the corner of your eyes as she puffs once more before putting it out on the tray in front of you.

She adjusts her backwards fitted cap before licking her lips and slouching down a little more.

“Billie. You come alone?”

You tell her Abby’s somewhere probably hooking up with a dude before Billie puts her hand on your thigh, sending chills up your spine. She leans in to your neck, her lips barely grazing your ear, and whispers just loud enough for you, and you alone, to hear.

“Wanna follow me upstairs, baby?”

So obviously, you go.

She walks behind you, staring at your ass shake each time you take a step. You silently thank God that Abby made you wear a tiny mini skirt and just a lace thong underneath. You remind yourself to thank her later.

Billie puts her hand on the small of your back as she leads you to a bedroom down the hallway, then slams the door shut and locks it. Immediately, she slams your body against the door, kissing down your neck and squeezing your hips simultaneously.

“Coming out looking like this was dangerous, you know.” Billie groans into your ear as her hands travel around your waist.

She makes her way up to your tits, gently squeezing them and then moving her hands around to take your bra off. You lift your hands up so she can rip your shirt and bra off together, your legs shaking with anticipation. After haphazardly tossing your top across the room, she grabs you and pushes you on to the bed, face down. As you moan, she smacks your ass and grabs the handprint after, soothing your fiery skin.

“You gotta hush, baby. Can’t let your friend know who you’re having fun with.” Billie tells you seductively before kissing down your spine, then propping your ass up so she can get a good view.

“So fuckin’ wet already, hm? Can’t wait to taste this pretty little thing.” Billie said quietly, to herself most likely, before grabbing your cheeks and attaching her mouth to your pussy.

She moves her tongue around expertly, making you fall apart under her touch.

“F- fuck Billie!” You exclaim, feeling your legs get even shakier and that pit grow in your lower stomach. You reach your arms out, grasping for the sheets, the pillows, anything to grab onto. You struggle to keep your moans in, not wanting to know what her punishment would be if you got too loud.

“Don’t stop, pl- ah!” You’re cut off by Billie sliding her middle finger inside of you, curling it to hit that soft, spongey spot. Your body weakens and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you shake and beg for more.

Although, all she does is stop.

As she removes her finger, she gets up and pulls your hair so hard your back arches, your back now flush against her chest. As you pant for air, she shoves her finger down your throat, watching you through hooded eyes. You taste yourself on her finger, gagging and keeping your eyes locked with hers.

She pulls your hair tighter, sliding her hand out of your mouth and grasping onto your neck instead, aggressively making out with you. Although Billie mumbled through the kisses, you heard her loud and clear;

“I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, angel.”

“I’m gonna turn you into a little devil in these sheets, hm? You want that?”

You nod and she releases the grip on your throat, which forces you to flop back over onto your stomach. However, this isn’t the position she wants you in.

Billie swiftly grasps the back of your legs and flips you around so you’re lying on your back as she leans over you, her knees on either side of your legs at the end of the bed. She quickly (and with one hand) takes her belt off, and then pulls her pants down revealing a strap she had been wearing this whole night. You look up into her eyes, a glimmer of fear not going unnoticed by the woman above you. She just smirks and spits down onto the fake cock, rubbing it around before running the tip up and down your folds.

She leans over you, moving your legs onto her shoulders before sliding the very end of the dick into your entrance. You gasp loudly but she shuts you up, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

Billie thrusts her hips all the way into you, watching your back arch like an exorcism.

She was gonna fuck that only angel right outta you.

As her pace sped up, your moans increased in number and volume, and she moved her fingers away from your mouth, now toying with your nipples. As she pinched and squeezed at you, she watched your jaw slack and your eyes flutter shut, appreciating the effect she had on you.

“I’m gonna cum, Billi- fuck!” You yelp, her fingers finding their way to your clit. As she rubbed tight circles, she could tell you were getting close. She watched with a low gaze as you came apart right underneath her, soaking her cock and fingers.

She fucked you all through your orgasm, hers following soon after, the pressure of the strap hitting her spot too much to handle. She slowed her pace but not her hardness, eyes rolling back and her hair falling into your face as she bent over you, cumming.

Her sighs in your ear sounded like heaven, and she lightly licked your ear before sucking on the lobe.

“God, you’re so fucking good, I wanna die tonight in your sweet little pussy.”

Idk how to write smut I’m just bored sry

[writersdrug]

The Good Friend

Chapter 1. A New Hobby

Summary: Johnny regularly checks up on Ghost after he sustained a bullet to the hip on their most recent deployment. It's already too late for him to escape, once he sees what's kept his beloved lieutenant so occupied over the past few days.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, kidnapping, implied violence, restraining, psychotic behavior, blood, forced to help in kidnapping, obsessive behavior. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS. By clicking "Keep Reading" you are consenting to be responsible for the media you consume.

A/N: The people have spoken

Simon on medical leave: a disaster and a headache for the rest of the 141.

There's a daily text along the lines of "Let me know when we get shipped out next." It never mattered how many times Price responded with "You're not joining us for a while. Find a hobby, Simon." He was persistent in coming back to work as soon as possible - shattered hip be damned.

Price had given Soap the job of checking up on the poor brute. "Maybe he misses the usual company." He'd say. "Go see 'im, check in with the muppet."

Soap was a good friend, but there was only so much grumbling he could stomach from Simon. Those "check-ins" would turn into a pity party, with Simon saying "I should be out there, helpin' you lot. Only wastin' away in 'ere. Losin' my head." And it was true - every time Johnny visited, there was an open can of beer on the coffee table, or a glass of whiskey in his hand. The bottle of prescription, opioid pain killers on the kitchen table. Some ill-advised coping mechanism within arm's reach.

It hurt Johnny to see it, it really did. He cared about Simon, missed him, would do anything to get his beloved L.T. back on the team. But he knew the man needed rest and recovery, despite how much it was sending Simon into a spiral. Johnny offered to help clean up his place, but Simon angrily denied the offer. "Don't need a bloody caretaker." He spat.

Just tryin' to be a good friend, Soap wanted to say, but instead he answered with a slam of Simon's front door and a hushed "feckin' bastard."

Johnny was tired of it. When the fuck was this medical leave supposed to end? Apparently, in two weeks ("thank the feckin' lord") -

But, Soap soon discovered, Simon had requested more time off.

Price stated he'd said something about "still not feeling right", which immediately had Soap confused. That old bawbag would've been back in the game the second the bullet was out of his hip, if it wasn't for regulations. It festered in the back of his mind all day: why would Simon do that? What could possibly hold his attention more than the task force? More than Johnny?

There was only one way to find out.

Soap stands in front of Simon's door, knocking loudly against the dark wood. An unexpected visit, which Simon might be frustrated by - but Soap is dying to see what's got his lieutenant so preoccupied. Hopefully, he hasn't fallen into a pit of depression, choosing to drink himself to death, rather than come back to the team.

However, after just a few moments of standing on his porch, Simon answers it rather quickly. And he looks happy. Delighted, even.

"'Bout time, Johnny." Simon says, stepping aside to let him in. "Was wondering if you got lost."

"Was wonderin' if you'd gone crazy." Soap banters back, kicking the door shut behind him. "Cap said ye want more time?"

Simon chuckled quietly, locking the deadbolt behind Soap. He shoves his hands - gloved hands - into his sweatshirt pocket. "Took his advice. Found a hobby."

"Lemme guess: knittin' me a Christmas sweater?"

"You fuckin' wish."

It's good. It makes Soap sigh with relief (internally), seeing Simon in such good spirits. He tosses the pack of blems onto the coffee table and follows Simon into the kitchen. The smell of rubbing alcohol hits him before he sees the counter; bandages, gauze, bloody gauze, hydrogen peroxide, and an open suture kit.

He stops in the doorway to the kitchen, his teeth bared in a wince. "Shite, Ghost- ye reopen tha' bullet wound?" he says, lifting up one of the bloodied pieces of gauze.

"Hm?" Simon turns to face him, then looks at what he's holding. "Oh- nah, I'm fine. Luvie here bumped her head."

Johnny looks up, confused, following Simon's back with his eyes as he makes his way into the dining room - his mind goes blank when he sees the poor, bloodied thing, tied to one of the chairs.

You're staring back at him, hair messed and blood dried against a nasty gash on your forehead. Fabric is stuffed into your mouth, with a strip of duct tape securing it around your head. Your eyes light up with hope as they take Johnny in; you're heaving, poor thing, breaths more like whines as you fight through the delirium of your concussion. Your right ankle is swollen and a nasty shade of purple. Blood all over the chair, your thighs, and now, Johnny finally notices, Simon's hands.

"Dinged 'erself pretty good on my bookcase." Simon says, too calmly, his broad frame standing behind the chair you're strapped into. "Slippery lil' thing, she is."

Simon rips the duct tape off - your voice immediately fills the room, echoing inside Soap's head with your begging and pleading, please please please get me out of here, please help me, he kidnapped me, he's a monster, please-

Johnny has to look away - there's too much noise, too much going on - his eyes trail down the dark hall and into Simon's bedroom. The bookshelf is toppled over, volumes strewn about the floor, a lamp shattered on the ground and casting an eerie angle of light through the room. He hears the sound of his own blood pumping, his chest and throat feel tight, mind racing a million miles a second. Did his LT do this? His Simon?

"Johnny."

He turns back to you. The duct tape is back in place, and now you're weakly thrashing about as much as you can - which really isn't much. Ghost is staring at Soap, one of his hands wrapped around your shoulder, knuckles white with how hard he's gripping you; which is most likely what's making you cry so much.

"Need ya to help stitch 'er up." Simon says, his eyes cold. It's an order. "'Fore she bleeds out on us."

Johnny feels like he's going to vomit. He needs to stop thinking, to stop shaking, and do something. His lieutenant's kidnapped a bloody civilian, for Christ's sake. Why? And what the fuck did he do to her?

"Won't let me touch 'er. Hard to stitch the wound when she's throwin' a fit - damn near stabbed 'er in the eye. I'll hold 'er while you do th' job."

Johnny finally inhales after holding his breath for so long. He stumbles backwards into the kitchen, remembering where the front door is, thinking he should have been in his car and on the phone with the police by now. If he does, though, Simon will be gone forever. Locked up in prison, far away from Soap. How can he save this? How can he save you, and him? "Simon, ye- ye can't be serious, mate-"

"If you walk out tha' fuckin' door I'll kill 'er before you reach it."

That ruffles your feathers. You're whimpering again, screaming against the gag - at him? At Ghost? He freezes where he stands, trying to remember his training. Act first, think later. Do what keeps the most people alive in the moment. That's what Simon had taught him. The same man who was threatening to kill you, ironically, based on what Soap decided to do.

"Get the sutures off the counter." Simon ordered, apparently sensing Soap's inner turmoil. He knows Johnny wouldn't leave you there, not after the threat.

He couldn't.

Soap exhaled heavily through his teeth, forcing his muscles to move. He snatched the suture kit off the counter and stormed back into the living room. He heard Ghost hum in approval as he slapped it down on the table.

"You do it." he said, his voice low and full with grit. "Ye stitch 'er up, I'll help ye take her to the hospital. We come back n' clean up-"

"Shut the fuck up-" Simon growled out to Soap, gripping your chin in his large hand and yanking your head back against his abdomen. "Get to work. Don't let 'er die on me, now."

Die. Die. You had a concussion and a headwound, but you weren't dying - still, he knew that wasn't what Ghost meant. If Soap didn't help, you would die, one way or another. He had to think of this differently, for the time being. He was helping you. He'd take this little by little - first, patch you up. Figure out what the fuck to do with you later; also, how to keep this from ruining Simon's career, because he couldn't leave the task force. Soap wouldn't let that happen.

So, he took the needle and sutures in his hand, and knelt on the floor, between your restrained legs. Ignored the way you screamed and thrashed, only held still by Ghost's meaty paws. Didn't focus on Ghost's satisfied grin. He was doing this to save your life, you'd understand that later. He was doing this to save Simon's career.

Like a good friend.

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Ghost photo credit to @chatskaja

[mickandmusings]

iii. pretend that it's love

part of the ' hangman & honey ' series!

summary: when janet and jacob sr. take off to austin for the weekend, they leave jake and honey behind to take care of the farm. jake finds himself in an empty pasture with honey on an usually chilly night. with hidden feelings festering in both of their hearts, once comfortable silence is now dangerous, leading to the end-all, be-all question: who will be the first to break?

word count: 3.3k

warnings: fluffy, awkward acts of love between teenagers, jake being a southern gentleman, unrealistic traditional southern grandparents, truly an opposites attract trope, honey being a sleepy girl (me too), plotting grandmothers and nosey grandfathers

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For a Texas night in late April, the air was unusually chilly. The wind blew through with a sharp bite, sending chills straight down to Honey's bones. She's perched in the bed of Jake's truck, thick quilts under her to provide some comfort from the cold metal hitting her skin. Another blanket is draped across her legs all the way up to her chin, acting as a flimsy barrier between the chilling air and her cold limbs. She shivers lightly, curling herself into Jake's side. He looks down from gazing at the starry sky to look at her, pulling her close, the warmth in his body radiating like a furnace. His simple jeans and short sleeved shirt kept him plenty warm. He knew Honey ran cold, she always had, and it was something he was more than accustomed too. She always had his spare jacket thrown across her shoulders and arms, and she'd curl the sleeves around her fists to keep her hands warm. Honey buries her head into the crook of his arm, her nose cold. She and Jake had been outside in the empty field for a little over an hour, the endless sky clear and starry, prompting Honey to coax Jake to take the truck out to stargaze. It wasn't like there was anything else better to do in Haven-Janet and Jacob Sr. had gone into Austin for the weekend, leaving the two teenagers to hold down the fort. The adults trusted them, at least enough to feed themselves and keep the house standing for a few days.

"It wasn't this cold when I was reading on the porch, now I'm freezin'!" Honey was all but chattering teeth and icicles hanging from her face. "How are you not cold?"

"When you were sittin' on the porch it was still daylight, it's dark out now, it's gonna be colder," Jake shrugs and looks down at her, his windswept locks under a backwards baseball cap. "Guess I just naturally run hot."

He tacks on a wink at the end of his sentence, prompting an eye-roll from Honey.

"You're so cocky sometimes, Seresin."

Jake lets out an audible laugh, echoing off the trees in the distance. Silence quickly falls over the two, save for the chirping insects and the wind blowing around them. Jake finds this silence more deafening than if they were yelling at the top of their lungs. Silence seemed to be something new that had started between the two, one that Honey too found herself despising, despite her quiet nature. But, she had guessed, internally, what do you talk about with someone who already knows everything about you?

Honey said nothing, very rarely the first to break the quiet, only curling back into Jake's side, sending a jolt of electricity through Jake's skin. Her touch alone sent his heart racing. She simply smiled up at him and set her attention back on the stars sparkling in the expansive sky. Jake wracked his brain for something to say, the still air making his eye twitch.

"The night is kind of underwhelming don't you think? Feels like we should throw a party or a bonfire or somethin' since the adults aren't around."

Honey couldn't disagree more, she was thoroughly enjoying their quiet night. It was a little on the more romantic side, especially considering that they were just friends, but she let herself enjoy the moment. Honey takes her turn to shrug against Jake.

"It's kind of nice, don't you think? It's a beautiful night, quiet. Plus, anyone who would come to a party is at prom."

Jake only nods his head, he had completely forgotten about prom this weekend, he and Honey were underclassmen, so it wasn't like they'd be able to go anyway.

"Well," he starts, finding a response to Honey's statement. "As much as you enjoy the quiet, I hate it. We'll be at prom this time in a year or so, dancin' to music a decade old, eatin' PTO mom snacks, watchin' couples fall victim to teen pregnancy...truly a magical night we're missin' out on, huh?"

"I probably won't even go when it's our turn," Honey starts, resting in Jake's hold, his arm thrown around her to keep her close. "Why would I want to be in a room full mostly of people I detest in a dress I can't sit down in?"

"Aren't you a little ray of sunshine, Hon," Jake's reply is sarcastic, earning him a pointed look from the girl in his arms. "I mean, c'mon, prom is a rite of passage. If you don't go, who am I supposed to go with?"

"I hardly doubt you'll have any problem finding someone to go with, Mr. Haven-High-Football-Star," Honey bites back just as sarcastic. "I'll probably have to stand in line just to get a picture with you."

Jake says nothing, not having any retort for that, he only gives her a small head shake as he pulls her in close again. Honey sighs contently, starting to warm from her current ice-cube state. Her eyes gaze at the stars, taking in all the flickering lights. Jake's attention should probably be focused on the sky too, but he finds himself staring at her instead. She was here, in his arms, wearing his well-worn sweatshirt, with her eyes dazzling under a moonlit sky. It was a perfect scenario, the epitome of a romance book scene, like the ones Honey read, the very ones that lived on Jake's own bookcase. This would be her secret fantasies come to life if he could just muster up the courage to lean in and kiss her. His heart races at the thought, his overwhelming fondness for her bubbling to the surface. If she can hear his heart, she doesn't comment on it, which Jake is grateful for.

"Do you think we'll be together forever?" Honey speaks without thinking. Jake nearly chokes.

"W-What?"

"I just mean, we've been friends forever, and I know you'll sweep some girl off her feet, and you'll marry her and have like four kids. Do you think we'll still be friends? I'll be your kid's weird Aunt Honey who lives alone with her ten cats."

It hurt Honey's own heart to even say it aloud, to come to the realization that Jake would move on with his life loving someone that wasn't her, but she had quickly learned to accept it as her reality. He would find some beautiful girl, and Honey would hear all about her. He'd ask Honey's opinions about rings and proposals, and she'd go along with it, as if she wasn't madly in love with a boy whose heart belonged to someone else.

Beside her, Jake's heart sank. He'd never pictured her as some sort of quasi-relative. For nearly the past year, he'd pictured her as the woman in white walking down the aisle, the woman he pictured rocking his kids to sleep, the girl who would always sleep on the opposite side of a shared bed, just like she did now. Looking down at her wide eyes reflecting the stars, his heart begged his brain to just tell her, dammit! He longed to tell her that she would always be so much more than his best friend. Realizing he'd been quiet for perhaps a moment too long, he responds.

"Of course we'll always be friends, Honey. You can't get rid of me, ever."

His heart pounded in his chest, his palms feeling sweaty against the blanket she was covered by. She smiles up at him, one that didn't quite meet her eyes, before settling back against his chest. Silence falls between them again, and this time neither of them makes a move to stop it. Jake's mind is reeling, his heart begging his brain to just spill his every thought, while his brain fights back, saying that telling her would be a mistake he couldn't take back. Telling her could ruin the near decade of friendship, the level of comfort they found in one another, it would ruin everything.

Meanwhile, Honey sat melancholy in his arms as her cold hands played with a loose string on the blanket. Her heart sank at his response, truly hammering the nail in the coffin of her expectations. It was foolish really, to think he'd wax some sonnet for her, this was Jake, not Mr. Darcy. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, silently vowing to herself she'd let off of the romance novels, maybe try a biography or two. Her eyes felt heavy, and her chest ached as she attempted to sleep it off.

So stuck in his own head, Jake had hardly noticed the tiredness seeping into Honey's face. Once he looked down, he'd noted her eyes drooping in exhaustion, her body limp against his. She was tired, and close to falling asleep.

"Let's get you back to the house, Hon, you're dozin' off."

Honey's chest felt as if someone had stabbed her. If they went back to the house, he'd peel her from his arms and they'd sleep at least a foot of distance from one another in Jake's bed. At least out here she could lie under the stars in his arms, pretending it was love instead of friendship between them. She shakes her head against his chest, letting out a sleepy mumble.

"M'comfortable, don't move me. Let's just sleep out here."

Jake simply nods, letting her be. She was often grumpy when she was sleepy, and there was no point in arguing with her. He'd just move her once she was completely asleep. She rested against Jake, her eyes closed as she began to breathe deeply. Jake smiled, brushing hair out of her eyes as she slept. His heart began to hammer again, she looked radiant, even in sleep.

He watches her for a moment, watching as the deep breaths cause her chest to rise and fall. With her asleep, Jake finds himself a bit more confident, knowing she won't remember anything he says or does. In an act of confidence he can't explain, he lets his lips meet her forehead, a breathy 'I love you' stumbling from his mouth. It's a quiet whisper, and Honey's asleep, so he relaxes as it falls into the night air.

Honey scoots closer to him, her head now burrowed into the side of his neck, making him stiffen. His heart beats rapidly against his chest, she had been asleep, he was sure of it.

"I love you too, J," her whisper is more quiet than his, but it's sealed with a kiss to the underside of his jaw, one that makes his face heat up. He looks down to confirm that she knew what he meant, but she was already asleep, for certain this time. He let out a chuckle, pulling her closer if that was possible. There was no great fanfare, not the love profession she deserved, but he had professed his love, and she'd accepted it. It was perfectly simple, which seemed fitting for someone like him. His hands threaded through her hair, his heart slowing in pace when he realized what this meant: he hadn't ruined anything, she felt the same way.

Honey felt the same way.

Jake was tired, and he wasn't sure if he was dreaming all of this, but as his eyes shut, his jacket under his head as a makeshift pillow, he allowed himself to fall asleep to this fantasy. Even for a brief moment in time, even if he woke up and all of this had been his mind's trick, he had the girl he loved sleeping in his arms, and she loved him the same way he loved her.

-

When Jake finally woke up, hours later, just before the crack of dawn that Sunday morning, he rubbed his eyes and checked his watch, sighing at the early morning hour. He smiled as he glanced down at Honey, who was still fast asleep in his arms, before he moved slowly to scoop her up bridal style. He swings open the passenger door and slides her into the seat as she lets out a grumble. She was definitely still asleep, but she didn't like his interruption. Jake chuckles under his breath and kisses her forehead before closing the door. He quickly moved to the other side of the truck and started it, quickly reversing and moving out of the open gate. The noise prompts Honey to open her eyes, finally looking over at Jake with squinted eyes as he begins to drive out of the pasture.

"What're ya doin'?" Her voice was full of sleep, her accent thick.

"Takin' us back home, it's late, need to get you in bed, Hon."

She said nothing, only nodding as she gathered her blanket back up around her chin, sliding across the seat to rest her head against Jake's arm. He smiled and kept one hand on the wheel, the other slinging over her frame, giving her ample room to curl into his side. She was asleep before he could even get them back to the house, the lull of the truck making her eyes droop faster than he could drive. When he parks the truck in the driveway, he scoops her into his arms again, pushing open the front door and locking it back before making his way up the stairs. Jake set her down softly on their shared bed, carefully peeling off her shoes and tucking her under their comforter. After chucking his boots across the room, he slid in next to her, Honey's body automatically gravitating toward his like a magnet. He pulled her close, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. His arms came around her waist, and hers sat atop his chest. He found himself more awake than he should be for the few hours of sleep he'd gotten, but Jake simply couldn't stop looking at her. He pushed her hair out of her face, and her eyes blinked open.

"Didn't mean to wake you," he whispered down to her.

She shook her head. "You didn't, promise." Her eyes cut down to his chest, her fingers rubbing against the fabric of his shirt, tracing the logo on his corner pocket. She brought her knees to her chest, and Jake braced himself for what she was going to say. She just had that look drawn across her face, the one that told him she would likely take everything back. That she'd only wanted to express her platonic love.

"Jake?" Her voice is quiet.

"Hm?" His heart hammers, he'd never been so nervous in his life.

"I don't regret what I said, I meant it. It wasn't just some sleep-hazed confession, I-I've loved you since we were kids," Her eyes were glassy, and Jake's heart lurched, his thumb brushing off stray tears on her face. "I get it, if you didn't mean it like that, but-"

"Honey, I meant it like that."

Jake's words stop her in her tracks, her eyes darting between his own. Her brows furrow, her mouth simply opening and closing as she tries to form words.

"I love you, Honey. I've been in love with you, and I-I realized that 'bout eight months ago, that first night you slept here. Probably before then, I was just too stupid to realize it. A-And-," he pauses, letting out a nervous chuckle. "And I know you deserve better than this truly pathetic confession," his hand grazes against her cheek softly. "You're too good for me, but I'm yours if you'd have me."

Honey's warm eyes are full of tears, most of which had already fallen. Jake thought she needed dramatic, Say Anything-boombox declarations, but she didn't want any of that, she just wanted him. She smiled as her bottom lip wobbled, but she was so happy she couldn't get her eyes to stop watering. Her brain was in overdrive, and she couldn't form words.

"Didn't mean to make you cry, darlin'," his voice was a whisper, so impossibly soft, a tone she'd never heard fall from his lips. His calloused thumb wiped them away again, and she brought her own hand to the side of his face. He leaned into her cold hand, kissing her palm. Her eyes looked into his own at the action, so overwhelmed with love for the boy she simply couldn't speak. No one had ever loved her, not the way Jake seemed to. He moved closer, only an inch of space between them before he spoke.

"W-Would it," he whispers, the hand on her face tilting her closer to his own. "Can I kiss you?"

Honey's heart hammers as she lets out a chuckle, closing the gap between them both, their lips meeting. Fireworks erupted between them, as if the Fourth of July had come early. When they separated, Honey rested her forehead against his own, smiling a smile that made her eyes warmer than he'd ever seen them. He smiled back, pulling her back into his arms, kissing her forehead from where she rested in the crook of his neck, her legs intertwined with his own.

Within minutes, Honey was back asleep, resting peacefully in his arms. Jake stayed awake for nearly an hour after she'd drifted off, simply staring down at her, his chest nearly bursting with all of his emotions. With the weight now off his chest, he tucked Honey under his chin and let his own eyes fall shut, both of them falling asleep in the warmth of one another.

-

Just a few hours later, when Janet Seresin opened her front door and trampled up the stairs to wake the two teenagers under her roof, she lightly opened her grandson's door, her eyes widening dramatically. Jake and Honey slept tangled into one another-she had seen them sleep in the same bed their entire lives, but, this, this was different. If she was any other parent or guardian, she would've woken them up with a sort of disappointed expression, making them separate. Instead she simply smiled down at them, her heart warming at the young love she'd been praying to blossom. Never underestimate the power of a praying grandmother.

She'd been all smiles when she'd descended down the stairs, her husband standing at the kitchen counter when she entered the kitchen.

"Let me guess, those two were still sleepin'?" Jacob Sr.'s voice was always gruff, but it now had a tone of humor in it.

"Yes, and I'm not going to bother them, it looked like they were mighty tired."

Jacob Sr. lifted an eyebrow at his wife, she was far too happy for them to just be sleeping. Something had happened, and he wanted to know.

"Janie, honey, you're all but blushin' and skippin' like a little girl. What happened?"

Janet smiles, still feeling like a teenage girl in love every time her husband uses his pet names for her. She smiles a wide smile at Jacob, positively giddy.

"I'm not for sure, but I think those two are together, Jay," She smiled as she pulled out ingredients for dinner from the fridge. "You should have seen them, they've always been close, but it's different this time. I told you it would happen before graduation, so you owe me my part of the bet, Jacob Seresin."

The bet had started as a joke between the married couple, a silly competition that had started when feelings began to blossom between the two teens. Janet had bet that Jake would admit it before graduation, while Jacob Sr. had a bet on Honey. Jacob simply shakes his head, leaning in to kiss her head.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart."

The gruff man swung open the door and headed towards the barn, his own smile painted across his face. Honey reminded him so much of a younger version of his wife, and he, too, had secretly hoped Jake would have the same feelings the sweet girl so obviously had for his grandson. Sure, he'd give Jake and Honey both a hard time, and there would have to be some new boundaries set, but he'd do that later. Right now, he had to build a new porch swing, his wife had won their bet after all.

-

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[zooliminology]

Kappa,who do you think is the most crucial to the project?

uh...

You really want my opinion?

Wow.

As much as you would believe, I don't think it's myself. Honestly I have an easier time picking out who.... could leave the project and not put strain on us I suppose.

I think most fellas here would assume I think this about Delta, but honestly, that's just friendly ribbing from me.

Pi... Gamma... and... rho.

Pi purely because let's face it, they don't want to be here! At all! I feel for em but damn. They're just an intern who mostly has beef with everyone for their own reasons. Honestly, I can sympathize. Not valuable to the project, but no ill-will to the guy

Rho is a dumbass... sweetheart but a dumbass

And Gamma... the old man... I honestly think the only reason he's kept around is he has money. He's a trash bag man. Ooh look at me I have a stupid hat and a dumbass gas mask, I break knee caps for fun and lock you in a hot room all day because I flipped my monitor upside down and I'm too dumb to fix it! Oh! Woe is me! I am a supposed 'accountant' who can only crunch people's will to live and not not a number to save my damn life. I walk around like my dick needs a turning signal and a beeper when it backs up.

Honestly... I am mostly here because most places won't hire me. And I know how the security systems here work so there isn't a point in getting rid of the guy who is here to fix it. And without me, they'd be using WhatsApp for chatting and probably still keep the confidential information in an unencrypted system.

Anyway.... *deep breath* I should apologize for my lack of decorum.

The folks who are most valuable here are the ones that actually have jobs.

-kappa

[yanaleese]

give us an ABC ns/fw of karma🙏🙏

Here you go! So glad I FINALLY did it!!!! WOO

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Karma is the type to mercilessly cuddle and snuggle with you afterwards. You will get love bites all over your chest, and he’ll even rub over those spots with his fingers. It’s really soothing, and I can assure he can 100% put you to sleep after that.

If you can’t walk (LOL), Karma will tease you and promise you future piggy back rides. He’ll also make sure you’re super clean, and won’t initiate sex unless you’re really up for it. Karma actually hates when you’re unsatisfied, since he wants you to have the most fun as well!

After that, he’ll make you a warm hot chocolate and coffee just how you like it! And make sure you’re warm, and even baby you by saying “Xaxi my Xaxi Snazzi!!! <3333”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Karma ADORES thighs. Especially thighs that can choke him (which is a major challenge, you should def try it). Another bonus is tattooed thighs - that makes him internally swoon. I’d say this is a great tactic to get what you want out of him or to have sex.

E.g:

“Karma…Can I please have horchata…”

“Xaxi. No-“

*shows him the thighs*

“…………”

“…….I’ll….I’ll think about it.”

Another part he loves is your stomach. He just. Wants. To lick it. Nibble it. He also teases your belly and speaks in Spanish like it’s his little baby. This goes regardless if you have a baby or no baby LOL

Also on a wholesome note, he loves your fingerprints. He considers it very special, since it’s his way of remembering how unique and special you are; that you’re not just a plaything, a toy. The experiences that you both share are very intimate, and reminds him how ethereal and beautiful your body is. He’d never let you forget that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hmmm, he likes putting your cum in your mouth and letting it drip down your stomach. He also enjoys watching you get a little facial, as well as your cute holes stuffed to the brim with his cum. He thinks it’s so adorable watching you embarrassed and make yourself vulnerable. It’s so adorable to him!

I think another thing that turns him on greatly is seeing your cum drip all over his fingers, before spelling your name underneath your stomach. It’s like a cum tattoo 💀

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His secret wet dream is to see you be his special dominatrix. He will NEVER say it but if you choke him, embarrass him, or overstimulate him his pp will become so hard it’ll become CAPS LOCK PP

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This guy has at least 50 years of experience (he’s a vampire, remember?). Everything he mostly does in sex is intentional (unless he wants to improvise). Karma knows how to make you sing~ 😏

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that shows your face, really. Karma can barely see you at work or through the day due to his job, so he’s desperate to see your face LOL

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Karma can be very mischievous in bed. He will not stop teasing you and romantically bullying you in bed. Examples of his goofiness is when he boops your nose with a finger or with his own nose. He’ll also blow raspberries on your face and ass cheeks, and pout in your neck if you don’t allow him to bite you. He’ll also play with your belly fat and say “cute” as he casually fucks the loving shit out of you 🤭

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Karma is a pretty hairy man, so he doesn’t like when he sees his hairy stuff all over the floor. He’s not nasty - he will make sure he cleans anything on the floor. Karma also enjoys both of you dressing and styling each other up based on who’s sub or dom e.g. dog and owner. If you both manage to match too well, he’ll even do you a favor and show it off to the crowd (if you’re comfortable with that).

Another thing he is distasteful of is feeling groggy and icky hours after sex (e.g. haven’t bathed till morning). He can’t stand that to save his life. That’s why he ensures both of you are showered up, and super clean for the morning. However, he will make leeway if he’s (1) super tired (2) you both have a free day off work LMAO (3) super lazy. But just note that he will force you to have an entire day of cleaning to yourselves OOP

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Karma, is of course, extremely intimate. If you give him 50%, he will give you 200%. You cannot beat this guy when it comes to being affectionate!!!2!!1!1

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His biggest turn on is when you’re watching him or sleeping soundly. He wouldn’t cum on you per se, but just seeing how you have little to no idea what’s happening just turns him on so much.

Another major turn on is when you’re playing with his mouth, and add pressure from your finger to his fangs. You will never see a PP go as fast as his. This also feeds into his dirty secret, along with all the…other scenarios he dreams of every now and then…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, as long as it’s not the most fucked shit in the world like the 🚽, food 🥘 , and underage kids, consider it fair game

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Where you go, he goes. Once again, fair game.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Uhmm, YOU 😤😤🙄🙄😤😤. You being horny, satisfied and happy is what turns him on and gives meaning to the word sex for him!!! Just say the words, Xaxi!!!!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Minus what was mentioned in K, I’d say anything without your consent. He ain’t doing it if you’re not comfy. He also won’t do it when you’re sick, when you want to be distracted from the pain, etc. He is not going to let you run away from your problems, but rather help you get through the process.

Also. I think he’s traumatized by seeing someone putting their toothbrush (with the toothpaste) up their ass so uhm…don’t do that 💀

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s strongly on the giving side. He wants your expressions front and centered, and clear. He doesn’t mind when you give him oral, but it just doesn’t sit right with him. It’s like you have to lower yourself in order to suck him off, which just reminds him of past sexual experiences. So he’d rather be on the giving end. For Karma, it’s a fresh change of pace - and he doesn’t expect to stop after having sex with you.

But if I may add, Karma likes to give, give, give a lot. This can lead him to be restless and push him into overthinking. So if you’re able, give him a cuddle to shake him out of his discomfort! He’d really appreciate that ❤️

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s very much into the slow and sensual route. It gives him the perfect time to relish and savor your body. He loves when the anticipation and climax builds up, where you both can’t handle each other’s bodies and just…die out of pleasure. Overstimulation is KEY for him 🔑.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies to Karma is very “meh”. It doesn’t allow him to take his time, and he sees it more like an adrenaline rush. Therefore, he discourages it unless both of you are absolutely desperate (aka, a last resort). However if you’re horny as hell, he’ll let you cum all over his fingers. But don’t expect quickies to occur often (unless you dominate him / make him your sub of the day 😏).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Karma is 100% down to experiment and take risks. He’s literally one phone call away 📞 ☎️

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last about 5x than a normal person. Please note you’re dealing with a horny monster in bed that can fuck from morning to night 👹

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys. He is way too prideful. He wants you to cum by his words, by his 🍆, and him only. He’ll only give you a leeway if you dom him or you need it throughout the day LMAO. Just make sure he doesn’t see you. That way he doesn’t silently get pissed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Guys. Come on; Karma is a major teaser. 1000/10 he will destroy you. Obliterate you (lovingly). I wish you the best of luck on surviving his teasing LOL

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Karma is like a sultry, deep-spoken ASMR (here’s an example). As he fucks you up, he will speak in hushed tones and whispers, all while keeping a lewd smirk on his face. And guys, when he speaks the SPANISH - that’s when you know you’re done for 😫😩💕💕💕. That guy knows how to make your heart do backflips 🤸🕺💃👯💃👯‍♂️💃🤸🤸

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Karma is not a fan of 69 (sex position). He is so worried that he’ll choke his partner to death with his own cock and it’ll be so embarrassing to ask what killed them LMFAO 😭😭😭😭

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Karma has a 7 inch cock in length when erect, 6.5 inches in girth. His tits are wide as a medium banana, but have the size and plumpness of a 1/2 small bowl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is to the roof. But he can calm it down pretty easily…well. That was before he met you LMAO

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Karma normally cannot sleep until you sleep. This includes after sex. The difference is, Karma feels a lot more calmer and relaxed, so he’s able to drift off easily. So that means the average Karma would be anxious, and a little paranoid. This means Karma would not be able to sleep for the next 2 hours until he knows you’ve gone to sleep. But satisfied-in-bed Karma takes about 30 minutes to an hour to sleep without trouble (so he’s very grateful indeed!).

[drenosa]

Previously

Somewhere out at sea an Express Cruiser the Valean Fishing Vessel "The Raging Sloth" lazily rides the waves

Ren: *Behind the wheel, a bicorn on his head, humming a sea shanty to himself* This is nice.

Jaune: *Watching over a set of heavy duty fishing poles* Thanks for reminding to take my motion-sickness meds, guys. I almost forgot them in the excitement.

Sun: *Sitting on a deck chair, brewski in hand* Hey, no problem my guy. We all got a little excited.

Neptune: *A face on a Wide-Scroll that's hanging from the cabin wall.* Yeah, weird how that happens.

Sage: *Standing with Jaune, minding the poles* Still, it's great to just be away from everything for a bit. Just us, the water, the fishing poles...

Scarlet: *On the upper level of the boat* A large boat approaching fast!

Sage: And large boats approaching fast... Wait what?

A larger vessel is making a beeline for the Raging Sloth. Before long it pulls up beside them.

Sun: We should... should we be worried?

Jaune: *Sharing a look with Ren, who slowly nods* Yes. Yes, we should probably be worried.

????: ~Ahoy, Boyos!~

Jaune: Not probably... Definitely.

Yang: *Standing on the deck of the larger vessel (The Dolphin Puncher) in swimming trunks and a most flattering bikini-top, a straw hat sits on top of her wild blonde locks* You guys thought you could just go out to sea and NOT invite me?! A Patch-girl born and raised? I was fishing long before I started punching! And I started doing that before I could properly walk.

Jaune: *Trying to find a way out, looking at the rest of the guys* Well... it might...

Ren: *Placed his bicorn on top of Jaune's head, has fled deep into the boat's cabin*

Sun: *Finding the fishing poles very interesting*

Scarlet: *Minding his business up top*

Sage: *Joined Scarlet*

Neptune: *Disconnected Scroll call*

Jaune: Traitors. It might have slipped our minds our little. Say... who's also there with you?

Nora: *Sickeningly sweet tone, in a cute pink one-piece with frills* ~Oh, Renny.~ That tub of yours better have a captain's cabin.

Ren: *Muffled noises of a barricade being erected*

Nora: *Heading into the cabin* Oh ho ho, I do like a challenge.

Jaune: Right... And the rest is there too, right? Weiss paying?

Weiss: *In a white and blue bikini, sarong and a very wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun from her perfectly pale skin* Against my better judgement, yes. Just be thankful I've got access to my own private, and very sizable, funds.

Blake: *Already on The Raging Sloth, wearing a form-fitting diving suit with the front zipped down, she's watching the fishing poles with Sun* These waters are renowned for their tuna. I was never not going to join because of that.

Ruby: *In swimming trunks, Menagerie-patterned shirt and a Patch Strikers Cap* Our dad's got the local record for most fish and biggest fish caught back home. Imma gonna get those international prices, buddy!

Jaune: Well, it's lovely of you to be here, I guess. Uhm. Where's Pyrrha?

Yang: Oh yeah... she's hyping herself up.

Jaune: What's that supposed... to... *Sees the last person appearing next to Yang*

Pyrrha: *In a red and green patterned bikini that accentuates each and every curve of her perfectly toned body, her brilliant long red hair freely cascading down her back, has a shy but radiant smile as she greets Jaune* Hello, again.

Jaune: *Blinks once, twice* Oh... Hello to you too.

Yang: Alright, dumb stuff out of the way. Let's get to business!

Various noises of various levels of excitement rang out that day.

No-one was allowed, nor had the intention of entering the captain's quarters. The noises scared everyone, but Ren was congratulated afterwards by all the guys on board.

Sun caught the biggest tuna, it was lost to the greedy, hungry belly of one Blake Belladonna who "Regrets nothing!".

Ruby caught the biggest tuna that the rest managed to keep Blake away from.

Weiss did not catch a sunburn, surprising everyone including herself.

Jaune did not get motion-sick, also surprising everyone.

Pyrrha finally got her hands on her knight. The knight is still somewhat confused but happier than ever.

[cookiewishesyou]

ON THIS OCTOBER 22, 2024, COOKIE WISHES YOU A HAPPY INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY.

[homestuckreplay]

get dave strider a home cooked meal 2k09

(page 587-606)

9/5/2009 Wheel Spin: Parent Bad :( Verdict: Brother Committing Puppet Crimes (And Real Crimes)

9/6/2009 Wheel Spin: being silly :3c Verdict: Silliness Gone Too Far

Homestuck loves to slowly dispense information about a character’s guardian and the relationship between the pair long before said guardian actually makes an appearance. I kind of love it. It’s like hearing stories about a friend’s parents for months at school before going to their house one day and actually meeting these long fabled adults. In Homestuck, it gives these characters a lot of power as they have so much influence over the characters without even being around, it makes them mysterious in the ways that the lives of adults often are to younger people, and it adds another thing to look forward to in the story, another reason to keep coming back and reading the new pages every day.

John’s dad’s car was seen on p.29 ��� presumably with Dad inside – and Dad was visually seen on p.79 via a portrait on the wall, before showing up for real on p.88. Rose’s mom was seen in silhouette on p.231, but it took until p.388 to actually meet her. Dave’s bro’s appearance was actually foreshadowed on p.456, as he uses his baseball cap and triangular glasses as a lock screen, and again on p.587 with the baseball cap collection, and we get his full silhouette on p.592 where he REALLY looks like a guy with a skateboard. It could be a long time before we see him in detail, but given that Dad and Mom were both revealed during a Strife sequence with their kids, I’d guess that the same will be true for Bro.

But honestly, Bro continues to get worse and more sinister. It’s explicitly confirmed on p.595 that Dave isn’t able to put food in the kitchen, which puts a whole new spin on how excited Dave got about finding the apple juice in his closet (p.320) – that could be the first thing he’s had to drink all day. And depending on how often he’s able to leave the house, he probably lives mostly on snacks, maybe takeout since I imagine that’s how Bro eats. It’s gotta be affecting Dave’s health. No wonder he’s such an asshole.

Dave slicing a puppet’s snout off with a sword and putting it down the garbage disposal hurt me too because I get that Dave is doing this out of anger and fear, but his bro is absolutely provoking him into it, he’s obviously got more cameras pointed at all these setups ready to make more content for PlushRump. The line ‘Besides, it's not like your BRO is around to see.’ on p.591 definitely feels like an omniscient narrator giving a nod to the reader while still accurately reflecting Dave’s thoughts.

There are things Dave still isn’t getting about his situation. He’s caught in this space where part of him realizes how fucked up his relationship with his bro is and he’s scared, another part of him is reacting by doubling down on how cool he thinks his bro is, and a third part of him is still just oblivious. The internal conflict and the moment to moment uncertainty are very real for an abusive power dynamic in general, and although in the abstract it’s funny to imagine a jumble of shitty swords stored in a fridge, I really can’t laugh at any of this.

Dave’s bro is the first character that I don’t enjoy thinking about, but all this stuff is really important to Dave’s character, so I will watch the first Saw movie and see if that sheds any new light.

On p.587, there’s the line ‘You think if you see one more soft, bulbous bottom being like / kind of jutting out and impudent or whatever / you're gonna fly off the handle.’ This is word for word a set of messages Dave sent Rose on p.522: ‘if i see one more soft bulbous bottom being like / kind of jutting out and impudent or whatever / im gonna fly off the handle’ and is the second time Dave’s narration and pesterlog have been identical, the first being ‘it is like fucking christmas up in here’ referring to an unopened container of apple juice on p.26 and p.320. I don’t recall seeing this for any other characters. It makes Dave feel very unfiltered, like the difference between his thoughts and words is less than for the other characters. But it also feels like the narrator likes him, and is entertained enough by his words to replicate them exactly, like he’s god’s favorite.

Finally, I had a revelation that Rose should be the one using hash map. It’s the perfect modus for someone who wants to expand their vocabulary and show off all the weird words they already know. I bet Rose could get so creative with item names. Instead of a PLUSH CUDDLE CTHULHU (1) she could knit a FLOCCULENT OTHERWORLDLY AMUSEMENT (also 1 but like, a fancier 1) and she could spend all her time trying to find words that even the sylladex doesn’t know.

[holly-natnicole]

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY TO ALL CIS GALS!!

[imawreck]

Experiments

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: The team tries to decide once again what to do with the girl. Tests are attempted, and fail miserably with jarring consequences. Bucky is there to calm the storm.

Author's Note: This chapter has a lot of heavy topics so please read with caution!

Warnings: Internal thoughts are italicized as well as flashbacks and communications in other languages, symptoms of PTSD, needles, panic attacks, mentions of past experiments

Word Count: 2,050

Bucky-

With only a simple statement my head was cleaved in two. She had watched them wipe my mind. Flashes of worn black leather and blinding overhanging lights swirled in my head, and the voices of the doctors echoed against the walls of my skull. Blue eyes, sorrow filled and bleary with tears, were so familiar to me and yet I felt like I didn't know them at all. Brown hair, long and tangled, caught the dim lights in auburn flickers. It was her, I knew that, but she looked nothing like the woman I had just left in that cell. This one was raw and broken... scared.

A man, Strucker, stood behind two guards that managed to wrangle her to her knees. He firmly grasped her hair in his gloved hand, the other gripping her chin hard enough to leave bruises, forcing her to watch as the doctors strapped me to the chair.

Another flash and wave of pain had me doubled against the cool wall of the elevator. I tasted rubber and my jaw clenched against it as the metal brace was clicked into place over my forehead. The girl cried harder. I had to remember her name. She had told me just once that I could remember. My heart ached as the tears soaked the collar of her shirt. I couldn't forget her.

"Please," she had begged, "please don't do this, he doesn't deserve this!"

There was a click and then my body erupted in agony. I have to... remember her name...M-

The aching in my head slowly subsided and a faint voice filled my ears.

"..gent Barnes. Sergeant Barnes, I'm picking up high levels of stress, should I notify Captain Rogers?"

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "No, no it's nothing. Don't tell Steve."

"Of course Sir."

I slammed my floor number and slumped back against the wall, letting the cool metal sooth my oncoming headache.

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The next couple of days were spent debating the girls' situation. After her clear display of strength and her outright saying she would comply to any commands, the team had a lot to consider. Strength was always a great ally, but we still didn't know if she was unhinged or stable. Letting her roam free in the tower was a safety hazard and letting her on missions was absolutely out of the question. So what would we do with her?

"Well, we could just leave Snow White in there for now and send Banner to run tests to see exactly what we're dealing with." Tony had given her the nickname Snow White, and the others had taken it up while discussing her. None of us felt like it was right to call her Ghost.

"We can't keep her in a cell forever Tony." Steve drew lazy circles on the metal table in front of us as he shook his head. "She's told us that she was willing to listen to us. I think we should give her a shot. At least let her out."

Tony let out a scoff, "Listen Cap, you might've been able to blindly trust people back in your day, but there's this thing called lying-"

"Tony-" Nat cut in, eyeing him from her seat next to a nervous looking Banner. "The sarcasm isn't helping. Steve is right, I think we should at least give her a room. We can have Friday lock it when need be."

Tony gripped the back of his empty chair, the leather squeeked beneath his grip. "Fine, but from this moment forward she will never be alone in this tower. She is not allowed to be alone with you either, Barnes. We don't know if its safe for her to be around you. Cap, that means you take care of her. Both of you are responsible for anything that happens."

I nodded silently as Steve muttered an agreement under his breath. I didn't exactly agree with not having any alone time with her, I had a lot of personal questions I wanted to ask the girl. I did, however, understand Tony's concern. She was a security risk. A willing Hydra agent for so long doesn't just up and get soft over one measly experiment. She had to be leaving something out.

Everyone trickled out of the meeting room leaving Steve and I to stare at our warped reflections looking back at us on the table. "I just couldn't leave her there Steve."

"I know Buck." Steve dragged a hand down his face. "I just really hope you're right about her."

I nodded slowly, "Me too."

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Ghost-

It had been three days since I had seen Winter. I had remembered his name late evening of my rescue. He hadn't returned to speak with me, and a man known as Banner was sent to bring me food and water. The food wasn't anything like what I was used to. It wasn't bland or grey, but overwhelming. I hardly ate much of what I was given, unable to keep much of it down.

Captain America came to visit with Banner one day and I had caught a glimpse of  long brown hair and those steely blue eyes. From then on I was hyper aware of that metallic clink just outside the door. Always close but out of reach.

I wanted to know him, to see if he remembered anything. To see if he remembered me. I had only been mind-wiped a handful of times since his escape, all were unbearably painful. Though they never succeeded in keeping my memories away from me. I'd regain my full memory in just a few hours after the wipe. They had given up after the tenth round and stuck me in cryo.

I had never stopped trying to escape to find him. For a brief time I was certain he would return for me. That our odd but significant connection would stick with him through his maze of a mind. But after the first year that hope had diminished. I had become so diluted after that. All of the feelings I had conjured for the soldier had locked themselves away and I had become a ruthless machine. I was used for executions due to the short amount of time the wipe stayed present over my mind, but afterwards they would put me away in the ice until another death was needed.

A knock on the plexiglass had me wide eyed and alert. Dark hair, shy smile, white coat. Banner stood just outside the glass door, clipboard in hand and a cart just a few feet away. "Hi, Uh..." He cleared his throat and pointed awkwardly towards the cart beside him, "I have to run some tests on you. Please stay away from the door."

Banner entered my cell, dragging the cart behind him. I didn't move from my spot on the floor. My heart unwillingly began to hammer against my rib cage as flashes of past 'tests' I had undergone while in the confines of the Hydra facility crept into my mind. I shuddered as a wave of nausea rolled through me. I had to remind myself that this wasn't the same place, that these people weren't like that. The nerves still stirred.

Banner continued to haul the cart closer until he was a few feet from me, and spoke kindly. "I know you probably don't have the best experiences with tests like these but I want to assure you that none of what we're doing here will harm you. We just need a few vials of blood and a brain scan. The brain scan can wait if it's too much for you today."

I nodded numbly. I heard the faint whir of machinery just beyond the door and the nerves subsided if only for a moment. He was near. I would be fine.

Banner smiled again and began assembling some sort of enhanced syringe by the looks of it, screwing in a needle and tube on opposite ends. The metallic clanking made my anxiety spike and I struggled to keep my breathing even. He had finally finished scouring to the table by the time it had taken me to count to 76. My hands were shaking and my breathing was forceful and heavy.

He looked at me, unsure, "Take it easy, I'm not here to hurt you."

I gritted my teeth, "Just get it over with and get the hell out."

He hurriedly situated the needle over my arm, wiping it roughly with a swab. The scent stung my nose. He pressed the needle down towards my skin and the syringe creaked. "I-I can't get it through your skin."

My heart hammered against my chest as I cursed, gripping the end of the gun and wrapping my hand over his own on the trigger, shoving it into the vein. He yelped as I curled my finger on the trigger, staring at the wall opposite of me to distract myself from the tell tale signs of a panic attack. A click resounded, signaling the end of extraction. I yanked the needle out and shoved the mechanism against his chest.

I had begun breathing erratically now, shallow and fast. When I spoke it was more of a shout, "Get out. Get out right now." And that he did, leaving his empty metal cart in his wake.

It was the first to go. I swung out blindly, my fingers dancing over the metal before launching it into the glass. It crashed to the floor and the glass cracked further, small shards of it toppling to the floor. I pulled at my hair as the memories swirled. Blinding lights, scalpels cutting me open to watch me heal and then repeating again. Endlessly. Injections never seemed to stop. Needles all the time.

Faintly, I recognized alarms blaring. I had to get out.

I slammed my heel into the crack, attacking the weak point. Glass came raining down overhead. The bones in my left foot were shattered. My mind continued to swim as did my vision.

And then blue was all I could see. Scared, honest, raging blue eyes. His lips were moving but I realized I couldn't hear him. I focused hard on their movement. 'Hey, hey' he seemed to say. 'You're okay.'

I was okay.

'Breathe.'

I took in a shaky breath. Out. In again, repeat. I was okay.

I studied his face as the rest of the world began to come back to me. He hadn't shaved in a few days. It suited him. The panic in his eyes had subsided, and they now watched me in the same way I was watching him. Unsure and hesitant.

He blinked suddenly, as if realizing something and his hands slipped from my face, where I hadn't realized they had rested. I immediately longed for them to return. Something cool fanned over my face and I swiped a hand over my cheek, drawing it away. Wet. I had been crying. What a fool I had made of myself over such a small thing. I pushed myself upwards onto my knees, shoving up from there on one steady leg. Pain reverberated through the other and I swallowed the lump sitting in my sore throat. I had been screaming too, it seemed.

"I apologize," I stared at the ground. "I think it would be best not to run tests until my mind has had the time to mend itself. I seem to have post traumatic stress and it would be unsafe for Doctor Banner to operate until I recover."

I glanced up at him once again and he just stared. Hatred brewed in his eyes and his hands shook. "What did they do to you?"

I blinked slowly, desperately trying to hold up my blank exterior. "Hydra has made me a fully self sufficient soldier. The process of achieving such a goal was rather unpleasant and required many failed attempts. Regeneration was one of their main focuses. I was put through many trials to perfect it." I lowered my eyes once again. "If you'll please leave me, I have to reset the bones in my foot or else I'll be crippled." I walked a few feet before pausing, throwing over my shoulder, "Ask them to turn coms off. It won't be pleasant to hear."