#it should have ended with that scene after the car crash at the base of the stairs however the last 15 min are um

[skunkovich]

Now how was I meant to expect that an Omen prequel would do all that. Actually kinda stunned!

[icarustypicalfall]

December

Alejandro Vargas x reader

masterpost • Ao3

Summary: And only when you feel like there is nothing left, you'll find me waiting for you, I'll make it feel like home.

Or

Where Alejandro comes home, because home is you.

Warnings: SFW, bath scene, sweet fluff <3

Note: I die for the unsexual ways of showing intimacy. I tried a new style, not really sure of it, but i just love this trope; where A washes B's hair and takes care of them in a non sexual way, and they are both comfortable and happy :( <3

“Be still my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me”

The journey from the base to home was long, uncomfortable, and, above all, tiring. Alejandro shifted, letting out a deep sigh as he rubbed his eyes, careful not to touch the still numb cut on his forehead.

The medics had urged him to get his wounds stitched up, or at the very least, checked. But he dismissed it as pointless, with only one thing on his mind: coming home to you.

As soon as the debriefing ended, he hopped into the nearest car, beckoning Rudy and some other vaqueros to join him. A younger member, barely awake, asked, "Where are we going, colonel?" Alejandro gazed at the purple sky with a knowing smile and replied, "Home."

Home.

Alejandro was the colonel, but that didn't mean he didn't care. If anything, he was the exact opposite. He checked on every member, praising some and ordering others to go straight to their family houses to rest. Los Vaqueros were his family, he celebrated their joy and grieved their sorrow as his own.

Even in his most exhausted moments, Alejandro never forgot about his long-time friend and second in command, Rudy. He made sure Rudy reached his family, sain et sauf after every mission, as he had done for the past twenty years.

Alejandro sighed, stopping at the side of the road to check his phone after the last vaquero had left. The background was a selfie of you and him, licking ice cream under the moonlit sky.

You never understood why he liked this picture so deerly, he's been gazing at it for the last two years, whenever he was away from you. As if your sweet smile comforted him and buried his dark thoughts somewhere only you knew.

If anything, it was a sweet picture, tongues out, wide grins, your hair sticking to your foreheads, a proof of the swimming session you two had beforehand.

He remembered it perfectly—the day you got married. Instead of going home, he insisted on going to the beach to have your own celebration. It was surprisingly warm and deserted. Time didn't matter to you—three in the morning. You danced, swirled, and swam in the dark water with your dress on.

To hell with makeup and his suit.

All you wanted was a laugh and a kiss under the moonlit sky. And you never found it lacking, not once, after meeting him.

You were both madly in love. Two fools swimming in an ocean of sanity and adoration. You completed each other. You longed for each other.

Alejandro reached home after the long journey. His muddy boots left traces on the doorstep as he fumbled for his keys, trying to be discreet. It was almost midnight, and he didn't want to wake you—or any of the neighbors.

Before the key even grazed the hole, the door slowly unlocked.

You gazed at Alejandro with a calm smile on your face and uttered, "Welcome home, colonel."

You were silent, still. Gazing at the astonished man. You promised, never quitting this habit of waiting for him.

He complained, nonsense about how you should rest and let him surprise you and bla-bla-bla.

You didn't give in his pleas, not even once.

You were always waiting at the doorstep, every ounce in your body craved a glimpse of your beloved husband.

Alejandro grinned, stepping inside and letting his bag fall to his side. His arms found their way to your sides, sweeping you off your feet and crashing you into his chest as he murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Mi mondo… mi todo...”

The embrace was a burning fire, melting both of you into one. Alejandro closed the door with a kick of his heel, slowly stepping into the warm flat.

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the cut on his temple. He winced slightly, his eyes shutting before he uttered, "It's nothing...mi amor."

You shook your head, knowing his stubbornness was just a cover to hide his pain. Not because he was afraid of being vulnerable to you, he simply didn't want you to worry. He wished for you to live your ultimest youth, without a single cloud of onus to disturb your shining sun and skies.

You were a Phoenix to him, healing every scar and cut with your gentle touch and soft whispers.

"Come with me."

You guided him upstairs to the bathroom.

The room was hot, steamy with fog clouds floating around you. The black marbelic walls were covered with small beads of water vapor, slowly racing down to the ground.

Alejandro leaned against the door, resting his against the hard material with a long and tired sigh.

You checked the water temperature, motioning for him to climb in the tub. He steeped closer, gazing at the surface of the colorless liquid. His face emerged, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He cupped your cheeks, smiling wearily. "Mi amor, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to..."

You ran him a warm bath, filled with devotion to the brim.

Just the way he liked it, with oils and conditioner that he enjoyed smelling on you. Alejandro adored every detail about you. Somehow, you had captured his mind and soul within your hands. Your little gestures only served to deepen his affection.

You helped him take off his dirty, blood-soaked clothes—thankfully not his own. The military uniform fell to the floor, followed by his torn shirt. He sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your hands trailed over his scarred skin, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He remembered when he brought you to the beach, embarrassed about his battle scars, thinking you'd be disgusted by the cuts on his skin. But instead, you cradled his flesh with merciful tenderness, Washing away his worries through kisses scattered on his back. He held back his tears, letting you heal his skin and carve a lasting memory in his mind.

Back to reality, Alejandro smiled at you, his eyebrows furrowing in question at your grinning face. He was wearing cat-printed shorts, and you couldn't help but laugh as he blushed slightly.

There was no tension, no other thoughts, not at this moment at the very least. This precious moment was too good, too perfect to be tainted and corrupted by any sin, even if it wasn't a wrongdoing anyway. He saw it no other way, and neither did you. You helped him wash away the weariness of duty, making him feel at home. Could he ask for more?

Alejandro slowly submerged himself under the water, his head lazily resting on the edge of the tub. He gazed at you, silently observing your every movement. He missed this, missed you deeply. No words could express how desperately he longed for your presence.

You held the shampoo bottle, scooping some product into your hands before lathering it into his now wet hair. He shivered, letting out a contented sigh. You massaged his shoulders, washing away the aches of war and leaving nothing but love that cascaded down his shoulders like honey.

Silence filled the house, the only sounds audible were the hushed breaths he took and the occasional dripping of water from the sink. Finally, wrapped in a large towel and smelling of fresh grass and vanilla, Alejandro sat on the edge of the tub as you searched for band-aids in the small box. He chuckled wearily as you placed a green plaster on his temple.

Standing between his legs, you cupped his face, examining his very being before whispering silently, "I love you, thank you for coming back."

Taken aback, he kissed you, your lips intertwining in a gentle embrace of madness before he uttered, "Thank you for waiting, mi todo."

It was around 2 am, as you lay in bed. The scent of warm chumpurados filled the room, igniting in his soul and heart a longing for home. But, would he complain? He was indeed at home, for his heart and mind resided with you.

Alejandro placed his mug on the nightstand before resting his head on your thigh. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, gently caressing his hair.

Alejandro leaned in, murmuring nonsensical words against your limb. His gratitude was beyond imagination. Without you, he would be lost, despondent. He found his missing piece with you, you little thief, stealing his heart and claiming it as your own. He didn't mind in the slightest, willing to sacrifice his very essence for your sake.

Silently, you asked, "Is something on your mind, mi amor?"

He whispered instantly, his fingers intertwining with your form in a tenderness that would make the clouds shy away. "You... mi cielo."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you broke the silence once more. "I know, mi amor. I meant, is there anything bothering you?"

"No. Nothing at all.. when I am with you, I am so much happier…”

[midnightexpressproductions]

Demo (TBA)

Content warnings (This IF has situations and themes that might be distressing to others): mentions of death, depictions of bodily harm, body horror, gore, anxiety/panic attacks, stressful scenes, claustrophobia, violence, car crashes, amaxophobia, astraphobia, use of weapons (guns, knives, etc.), explicit language, and sexual content though this is optional.

Dark smoke curls all around you, the black ash clogging up your nose and choking your throat. The sound of sirens is muffled in your ears. The base of your skull feels like it's split in two, a sharp pain blooming on the back of your head. Your eyesight is blurry but you can just make out the body writhing around on the ground.

You're hurt and blood seeps out of your wounds. You should be dead. You shouldn't be able to move, but here you are struggling to breathe. The acrid air in your lungs burns. Your vision tinges red. You can't help but watch as the body across the street from you sits up, rotten eyes fixed on your own.

It's jaw unhinges as it lets out an unearthly scream. It's hungry– no not hungry, ravenous– filthy drool dripping down it's chin. In a flash it descends upon you.

Starving.

Yearning for something to eat.

Desperate.

Yearning for food.

Famished.

Yearning to tear your flesh apart.

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In your senior year of high school, you remain the sole survivor of a brutal car crash that kills your father. Grief stricken, your mother decides that it's time for a fresh start. You soon find yourself shipped away to the other side of the country in bustling New York City; a completely different world from your previous rural Louisiana town.

A fish out of water, you're content with staying in the comfort of your own bedroom, living out your life in complete solitude. However, fate has other plans and after four years of isolation, you are forced to leave your room and venture into the outside world.

You just had to pick the day when everything goes to shit, didn't you?

The dead have begun to rise, violent and angry and desperately ravenous for human flesh. Finding yourself separated from your mom, you team up with an unlikely group of survivors as you begin your journey across a ruined New York in hopes of safe haven.

Who knows what might happen when the dead wake?

Play as male, female or non binary; you have the chance to set your own pronouns.

Play as straight, gay, lesbian, bi/pansexual, demi/asexual or aromantic.

Customize your MC's personality and appearance.

Choose from five RO's (plus a sixth RO who you'll meet at the end of the game) to romance or befriend. Or betray.

Build up your stats.

Make alliances or enemies with rival gangs.

Steal a cop car.

Adopt some dogs.

Your choices matter. You and other characters from the main cast can die.

Javier Delgado | he/him | 23 | ISTJ-T | Puerto Rican American

Javier has short, dark brown hair that curls just slightly around the edges. His down turned eyes are light brown and speckled with green. His golden tawny skin is lightly smattered with freckles across his cheeks. Javier is 5'10" and he has a thin, lanky build which makes him seem much taller than he really is. A pair of plastic-rimmed, light green glasses sit on his hooked nose. He says that they're just for reading but in truth, his eyesight just really sucks. His thick eyebrows are almost constantly furrowed, causing people to think that he’s always upset. Javier favors more muted, earthy toned colors in what he wears. He's not particularly fashionable however, wearing whatever is clean and comfortable.

Carmen Bautista | she/her | 23 | ESFJ-A | Filipina/Brazilian American

Carmen has long, wavy hair that stops just below her shoulder blades. Her hair is dark brown turning into a blonde ombre the further down it goes. She normally keeps it pulled back into a low bun or a French braid. Her wide eyes are almond shaped and dark brown. Carmen’s olive skin is completely flawless. Her full lips seem to be set in a perpetual smile, showing off the deep set dimples on her cheeks. She is 5'9" and has a plump, hourglass figure. She can normally be found wearing jewelry. However, Carmen doesn't wear rings, saying that she prefers to keep her hands free of any obstructions. She does have her nails painted a bubblegum pink though. Carmen favors pastel colors and soft clothing that she can easily move around in.

Max Friedman | she/they | 22 | ISTP-A | Jewish American

Max has wildly curly, dark copper hair that reaches just below their ears which is choppy since they cut it themself. Their eyes are a pale stormy gray and droopy, giving them a sleepy appearance. However, paired with her thin lips that seem to be constantly set into a scowl, it only highlights Max's less than friendly demeanor. Max has pale skin with warm undertones. She's covered from head to toe in freckles. They have a small cut on the right side of their upper lip. Their nose is slightly crooked, having broken it from a skateboarding accident. She's the shortest out of the group (not including Gwen), standing at 5'2" and she has a lithe build though the baggy clothes she wears make it seem that Max is skinnier than she really is. They carry around a skateboard wherever they go. 

Eun-Woo Park | he/him | 20 | ESTP-T | South Korean

Eun-Woo has short, pencil-straight black hair that's been styled into an undercut, his bangs left longer than the rest. Thick eyelashes rim his monolid eyes. The irises are a brown so dark that they're almost black. Eun-Woo's milk white skin is spotted with moles, the most notable being the two that sit underneath his left eye. His hands are covered with old calluses and jagged scars mar his knuckles. Eun-Woo stands at 5'7" and has a sinewy, toned build. His ears are double pierced and he has a helix piercing on his right ear. Eun-Woo's nails are painted black. He likes wearing black clothing however, he always wears a red SSG Landers cap along with a NY Yankees letterman jacket.

Derek Campbell | he/they | 24 | ISFP-A | African American/Caucasian

Derek has dark brown, shoulder length dreads. The ends are dyed a light honey brown though he's constantly changing the color. He normally keeps his dreads tied back in a loose ponytail or bun. Their full lips seem to always be set in a sweet smile. Their dark brown eyes are round and wide set, emphasizing their friendly demeanor. Light stubble softens their sharp jaw. Derek has light brown skin, having two scars on his face: one that runs down the corner of his left eyebrow and the other running across the bridge of his nose. He's the tallest of the whole group, standing at 6'5" and his chubby, thick-set build seems imposing at first. They're really just a big marshmallow though. Derek seems to favor more athletic wear, though they'll wear whatever feels comfortable to them. They like bright colors, especially pink and yellow.

Elijah/Elizabeth Watts | he/him or she/her | 26 | ENTJ-A | African American

Eli has dark umber skin with cool undertones. Jagged, old scars crisscross all over their body. They have a full sleeve tattoo of a snake surrounded by lotus flowers on their left arm. F!Eli has long, tightly coiled black hair which she normally keeps tied back into a low ponytail or a braided bun. M!Eli has short, tightly coiled black hair that's cut into a fade, his coils either left free or tied back into cornrows. Even if they're not upset, Eli's eyes seem to be constantly narrowed, the warm honey brown irises standing out against their dark skin. Their full lips hide a gap-toothed smile. Both M!Eli and F!Eli stand at 6'0". They have a toned, muscular build. They wear no makeup or jewelry, other than the dog tags that they keep hidden underneath their clothes.

Gwen Nguyen | she/her | 10 | Vietnamese American

Gwen has warm toned, honey skin and wide, black eyes. Her chubby cheeks are dusted red, only further highlighting her innocent appearance. However, the sneaky rude gestures and hidden eye rolls show that she's much more cheeky than she looks. Gwen likes to wear anything soft and pastel colored. She always has her favorite pink bear plushie with her. Gwen is also deaf, so she wears a pair of sparkly hearing aids. Other than using sign language, she also communicates with a small whiteboard that she keeps tucked away in a pastel yellow backpack.

Pa and Ma Hazel:

Pa is a 10 year old German shepherd and Ma Hazel is an 11 year old cocker spaniel. Pa is short coated and his fur is a dark sable color with his underside being a honey brown. His muzzle is also lightly streaked through with gray. Ma Hazel is medium coated and her fur is a brown roan. Her muzzle is also slightly graying and her nose is spotted. In lieu of collars, Pa wears a forest green bandana around his neck. Ma Hazel doesn't wear a collar at all.

[demon-shark]

Percy got Lost Pt 12

12-year-old Percy Jackson tries to leave Camp Half-blood before Mr. D decides whether or not to kill him. Only Percy gets so lost he ends up in a completely different universe where a man in green finds him.

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

[previous]

Qingqiu honestly couldn’t understand why there were so many modes of transportation and yet none of them had openable windows. He had been stuck in this moving cage they called a train for two days with preteens who had been covered in sweat, mud, and blood and unable to bathe. Not to mention he hadn’t slept a wink since arriving in this world, not only because of the constant threat of danger but because there hadn't been a moment for him to be alone. The constant presence of the preteens, two of which were boys, kept him wide awake no matter how many times he told himself they wouldn’t do anything. When he finds the actual thief of the master bolt he is going to kill them for putting him through this. The one brightside is that he switched back to his usual clothes, the t-shirt and wrappings no longer being sufficient for him. 

Another thing he should have been thankful about the last few days was that there hasn’t been an attack. Though given Percy’s current track record that only made him suspicious. Though it seems Percy’s luck has had its attention elsewhere. At every station they’ve stopped at and across every shining screen was his picture. With that picture were the captions: 

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with two teenage accomplices and a tall man believed to be in his twenties. His stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture. 

Gabe Ugliano, that was the man Percy and Grover were talking about all those days ago. Qingqiu could admit he was dealing with incomplete information, but based on those overheard whispers and the few interviews that he had seen while they kept their heads low was enough. The man was clearly a failure, a failure who took that out on Percy and his mother. Qingqiu looked over at the preteens, they had been unable to afford the rooms with beds so they had all fallen asleep awkwardly in their seats. It was rather ugly to look at, especially Percy who had drool running down his face and threatening to fall on Annabeth, but it was weirdly endearing. Grover was even bleating in his sleep which ended up waking Percy. He was a little startled but quickly calmed back down, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he focused on Qingqiu. 

He gave a little sleepy smile which caused a warm feeling to settle in Qingqiu’s chest, but it didn’t stop him from scolding the boy, “You have drool on your face.” Percy quickly wiped it off, careful not to wake the two next to him. Finally having a moment alone with Percy, Qingqiu decided it was time to get some answers. “What happened with your mother?” The small smile on Percy’s face immediately dropped. Before he had even said anything tears, started to well up in his eyes and Qingqiu found himself regretting that he asked as Percy said, “I had… She had just told me about my heritage. She tried to make it a smooth process… took me to a seaside cabin that we used to rent out during the summer. Soon after she told me, Grover arrived. Told us that I was in danger and we had to go to camp for my protection.” Qingqiu narrowed his eyes, when he had met Percy he had been running away from that camp. A camp that apparently was supposed to protect him. “On our way there, we were attacked by the minotaur… it made us crash the car so we ran… It HUNTED us… Mom was the one to figure out it was tracking my scent… so… she took my jacket and… she tried to distract the minotaur so I could escape and… she… she was killed… I watched her turn into gold dust and there was nothing I could do… I ended up charging the minotaur, killed it with its own horn…”

Percy’s eyes then sharpened as he continued, “Gabe blamed it on me when the police came… it was all over the papers how I was the main suspect… the kids at camp even found out and combined with the fact I’m POSEIDON’s son they started to avoid me… It was like I had some plague… I just wanted it to end so I ran away and… then I met you.” Tears and snot streaked down Percy’s face as he cried. He was utterly pathetic as he completely fell apart and yet Qingqiu found himself opening his arms. Despite the fact that he hated acts of weakness. Despite the fact he would usually make his disciples run laps for such a display. Despite the fact that he hated physical contact more than anything else in the world. He beckoned the boy into a hug. To his surprise Percy took him up on his offer. The boy curled into his side as he continued to cry into his shirt, and though Qingqiu was uncomfortable he found he didn’t hate it. The cultivator didn’t dare speak, worried about making it worse, so he instead wrapped one arm around the crying boy as his other hand ran through his hair. The movement was stiff and clearly something he didn’t do often, but it was the best attempt at copying the much more fluid movement of the ladies of the Red Pavilion. A movement they would often use to comfort him after his many nightmares. 

Seeing that it was having a minimal effect on Percy he started to rock him, the image of mothers calming their screaming babies coming to mind. Percy’s cries soon calmed down to slight whimpering as he clutched Qingqiu’s robes like his life depended on it. Despite himself, Qingqiu asked, “Why did you accept to join this quest?” After all, Percy had no loyalty to this camp and even this world has turned against him. The gods clearly hadn’t cared, so why go through so much effort? So much danger? “For my mom…” Qingqiu looked down at him to explain, expecting that maybe his mother was just the kind of person that would do anything for the people around her. Instead Percy said, “They’re going to the Underworld. I need to get to the Underworld to get her back… I don’t care if the gods destroy each other over a stupid bolt. But if there is any chance I can get Mom back, I need to try.” Qingqiu hadn’t been expecting that. He had been expecting the heroic spiel he usually hears from naive cultivators that end up dying young. He wasn’t expecting the boy to hold such loyalty. A loyalty that would make him walk through the land of the dead merely for a chance to revive his own mother. It was admirable. Some small part of Qingqiu was jealous that someone had such loyalty given to them. 

A silence fell between the two, but unlike the usual silences that fell upon the group it was comfortable. Percy had adjusted himself against Qingqiu’s side, allowing him to mindlessly play with the cultivator’s fingers. Almost mindlessly, Percy asks, “Why were you on that mission? You seem too… too strong for it. Like it was overkill.” Qingqiu wasn’t sure how to answer. How was he supposed to tell a 12-year-old that he took a mission to get away from his overbearing boss? A boss that used to be his sworn brother before he abandoned him for some reason that he hasn’t figured out yet and now buries him in gifts so he doesn’t spill their shared past. Instead of delving into it, Qingqiu simply said, “I just needed some fresh air.”

[olderthannetfic]

Honestly, instead of (only) blaming the author… I'd rather like to ask: What the fuck was the publisher thinking? And where the fucking was the sensitivity reader? I constantly see talks about sensitivity readers for books with controversial and historical and cultural content, especially it features front and center. So where was one?

Let's pivot for just a moment here.

The publisher is Random house, which does have a catalogue of queer and poc writing. With how much shit these two groups experience in publishing, you'd expect there to maybe be extra support or something, at least when it comes to putting the metaphorical foot in your mouth after stepping on a figurative controversy landmine.

Why the fuck did they let any of that slide, and only NOW doing damage control? Did they think that Oh the author's Chinese, why bother? There are several parts that hit you during reading, and this should have been caught, and either been removed or edited to not turn into a complete pitfall. Don't make me mention the advertising.

I've literally never met a person who knew everything of their own ancestral history, or was completely accurate in what they knew. Even people who've lived through history don't know everything. Why do people believe that immigrants do? Speaking from personal experience as well.

I personally don't even think it's bad she wanted to write about that, and did it for her family.

But wasn't there a moment they went: Ok... wait. We respect you wanna write this, but... this could really end badly because of the actual historical weight. How about we have a few history and sensitivity readers check it over? Maybe the act of human experimentation of your own people shouldn't be put in a scenario where the FMC immediately after thinks about wanting to kiss the lips of the green eyed guy ordering said experimentation. Maybe it isn't going to work that well if you already told people that this is based on the real historical slaughter of humans in the 1930-40's?

Where was the editor in this? The sensitivity reader? Was there no one who said, ok wait stop. Is this written in a way that doesn't completely crash the car?

I just wanna take the publisher and shake them. I want to shake them and tell them that nobody's infallible, and that yes, even writing about your own history, culture and ancestry can end up with a lot of bullshit when you don't know better. What's the point of a publisher if they help you when it's too late to fix it? Ancestral history also doesn't mean you have free reign, and everyone else, your people included, shouldn't get an opinion. This isn't someone writing a name wrong by a letter, or accidentally writing the wrong dish as the national dish of a country. Where the fuck was the publisher in all this? Especially for a debut author!!!

God, fuck publishers for real.

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I'm not really up on what's going on behind the scenes at big publishers these days, but I have the impression that one of their tactics in recent decades is just to find a lot of very youthful debut authors who will feel aspirational for the target audience (while also inciting a lot of jealousy, naturally), do very minimal editing of their manuscripts, and let anybody who doesn't hit it out of the park on the first try disappear into obscurity.

[horsetailcurlers2]

YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (SEASON EIGHTEEN bc i’m nearly caught up!)

-i don’t like teddy and owen getting married but teddy looks really cute

-why did it take me a ridiculously long time to remember who the fuck nick marsh is

-why would he ask her to marry him a THIRD time after her second no

-this is a really interesting storyline about the racial assumptions still being the bases of some diagnostic formulas. i remember a science teacher in middle or high school trying to tell us that black people have less nerve endings which is such an insidious myth

-i don’t know how i feel about blonde jo you guys. it’s a little disconcerting. like when ur a little kid and your dad shaves his beard for the first time and it makes you cry

-i like that the show gradually got a lot more queer over time

-“she’s like my sister. you’re like my sister” IS IT ADDISON? IS ADDISON COMJNV ???? my love

-i’ll forgive the cheesy dialogue bc she looks great

-ik it’s a logistics thing with the actors but it would make a lot of sense if jake was here working on uterine transplants too considering he was really interested in it when he was introduced in PP. like, i feel like it would just make a lot of sense for this clinical trial to be a joint endeavor, especially considering he’s the fertility specialist

-addie’s scrub cap!!!

-while i’m at it, i really wish we’d gotten addison scenes or mention when derek died. this elevator scene is great and i love it but i think it’s often minimized how big of a part addison played in his AND amelia’s lives. like obviously i get it. it would be weird to bring up your brothers ex wife in front of his grieving widow but in my head i think addison could have really been there for amelia because they could have shared memories that meredith wasn’t there for. and at the time meredith had no interest in grieving with amelia. like, they were together for a decade and a half. just because they’re no longer married doesn’t mean that death wouldn’t have hit hard. especially because mark is gone too.

-“there was tension” yeah and they should kiss about it

-they forgot how to write addison a little bit. also the convo with amelia feels really ooc. i get it’s showing how the pandemic fucked with everybody’s mental health but “truly hate” is a bit much and …. “i hate that for you” ???????? what

-my bestie tom looks good with a little gray in his hair

-ooh! meredith is in her kicky heeled boots era. love it

-i really like maggie’s hair this season

-bailey’s timeline is so fucking confusing. she was still a resident in seasons four and five (which span one year) which means she must have only been a fourth year in seasons 1-3 (also one year). yet she’s seen having way more authority and autonomy than any other class of residents had at her level. and she’s always going on and on about how she’s responsible for shaping and teaching meredith and her year of residents… which yeah sure but not in a very large capacity until maybe later on bc she was only a fourth year resident when they met. i’m so lost.

-i’m getting a little tired of the random car crashes you guys

-i’m not invested in link/amelia tbh but jo/link doesn’t interest me at all. none of the relationships are interesting rn

-oh my god this scene with all the blood and the waterfall on the podcast is so unsettling. there’s no way they’re going to continue the webber method after this

-i know it’s not going to happen and i know this makes me sound like a horrible person but god i would love it if hayes left and owen died in this car rn

-OH MY GOD OWEN TOTALLY KILLED THAT GUY AND HE TOLD HAYES BC HE THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA DIE, RIGHT? is that what they’re hinting at with hayes bringing up mercy killings to meredith? bc that would make this boring episode interesting to me

-link has a right to be upset but he’s pissing me off. he’s rewriting history and hasn’t been listening to amelia at all since the initial proposal

-didn’t they used to do m&m s in a much bigger lecture hall?

-i think the show was not necessarily less cheesy and melodramatic in season one but i will say that the cheesiness and melodrama was much more fun when everyone had flip phones and they were playing tegan & sara and the script in the background. not to mention everything is far too well lit and high def now it makes their bad choices look less sexy.

-now that farouk is older he looks really familiar. i’m trying to figure out what else i’ve seen him in

-“she’s ruined every good thing in my life” i feel for link, i really do, but i am so done with his whining.

-little ellis looks SO MUCH like ellis senior it’s insane. a+ casting

-owen sucks (x9)

-i was just reminded of that time in the earlier seasons when teddy and cristina’s patient wanted physician assisted suicide or something and owen got all weird and angry about it and overstepped a bunch. and now look at what he did. huh

-bailey needs to take several hundred seats

-addison looks so good !!!!!!!!

-do you guys remember a couple of seasons ago when jackson wasn’t gonna do that new bottom surgery for the trans woman and catherine yelled down the hallway “jackson avery!! i thought you were woke!!” ? that’s me rn but with teddy.

-am i supposed to like link??? is it an unpopular opinion that i don’t

-i feel like kai doesn’t vibe with kids and i think they should be up front about it before things get more serious

-i would play boggle with teddy :(

-ooh they’re using songs from the early seasons’ soundtrack

-let her LEAVE!!! why is nobody else taking any responsibility for the state of things. this in no way should fall on meredith’s shoulders. bailey especially! i get that she’s stretched too thin but that’s part of the problem.

[meeksimpactlaw]

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MAFIA SUGAR DADDY TAE SMUT I BEG YOU🥴🥴🥴

(In) Dependent (KTH Oneshot)

Pairing/s: Rich Mafia!Taehyung X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, lil' angst

Rating: 18+ Sexual Themes

Warnings: unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), slight tit play, sadist!Taehyung, dom! Taehyung, daddy kink, oral sex (both receiving), PWP basically, reader quitting her job, toxic relationship based on my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️, shitty ass writing, and ig that's it, unedited.

Word Count: 2.1k

Sorry @thvhoe if this wasn't what you wanted, not exactly a sugar daddy AU but almost there

You sighed looking over at the clock...10:23

Just 7 more minutes until your shift ends. You worked as a part timer at a cafe. You loved your job but being a cafe worker meant long hours of wait and the only busy hours being the mornings. Not that you needed this job but it just gave you a feeling of independence.

You started packing up, no one would know that you closed the shop a few minutes early right? You exited the counter, leaving your apron in the laundry. Just as you walked closer to the door a significantly loud crash followed by gunshots was heard.

Your mind went blank for a while and you just stood there processing the scene outside the glass doors.

A man lying in a pool of blood.

Gathering yourself, you quickly rushed outside, leaving the cafe unattended.

"E-Excuse me, c-can you-" the man tried to speak but was too weak. Calling 911 seemed like the foremost option. You kneeled down besides the man and scrambled your hand inside your pocket to look for your phone.

"I wouldn't do that, baby." You turned around hearing a familiar deep voice.

"Taehyung! He's shot, do something!" You got up and held your boyfriend's hand.

"Tch, such pity." Taehyung walked over to the man and squated near him. "The man who was once a billionaire, had a model as his wife, now asking help from a pretty little girl."

The so-called billionaire clutched his chest gasping for air, "P-Please, I'm s-sorry. Take this chain it's worth millions! But l-let me live."

Taehyung scoffed at him, "Oh, I'll take the chain alright." Saying this he yanked the platinum jewellery from the man's neck.

"Tae, what are you doing?" You squirmed looking at the slightly bleeding neck.

"Baby, it's that gang leader I told you about." He got up and kicked the man. "Don't worry it's all covered up."

"So this is one of your rivals?"

Taehyung smiled and nodded, "Should we head home now?" He ignored the man dying behind him.

"Mr. K-Kim!" He yelled grabbing Taehyung's ankle.

"These guys are so stubborn." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and pulled out a gun. "Maybe if you weren't so cold while killing my men, you wouldn't have been here." He pulled the trigger. The sound made you visibly flinch.

"All done at the cafe?" He tucked his gun inside his coat pocket and you nodded.

The drive back to your home was quiet. You knew your boyfriend was mafia. He dealt with illegal materials and killed a lot of people. But you learned to live with it. That is until today; the first time you saw him kill someone.

You stared outside the window, watching civilization retreat and the roads were surrounded with dense forests now. His mansion was secluded.

Taehyung looked over at you, concerned about your behaviour. You were never the type the be quiet while around him. Always whining about customers and rejecting him when he jokingly asks you to quit your job.

He figured you were shocked after what you saw. He decided to talk to you.

"Hey Y/N-ah." He saw you recoil a bit and putting on a fake smile.

"Hey."

"About what happened today-"

"It's fine, I told you I don't mind your way of living."

"It isn't fine." His voice was slightly raised, "Don't say it's fine cause it isn't." He took your hand in his. "I'll make it up to you, I swear." He kissed your knuckles one by one putting a smile on your face, this time a real one.

Eventually his car pulled up in the vicinity of his mansion. Exiting the car, you rushed inside and upstairs towards your shared bedroom. You wanted nothing more than you curl up inside the covers and never get up.

However a hand much larger than yours gripped your wrist mid-staircase.

"I know you're mad at me but that man, he..."

"No, Tae." You were quick to cup his face. "I'm not mad at you, I don't have the right to be mad at you. I chose this." You intertwined one of your hands with his. "I chose us, you"

"I love you so much, you have no idea." He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. It was as if he wanted to savour every second of kissing you.

You pulled away only to find a teary eyed Taehyung smiling at you. "Tae? What's wrong?"

"It's really stupid. You can have any normal guy but you settled for me, a killer, a smuggler. Why?"

"Because underneath all that crazy, is a man who needs me."

You wiped his stray tear and kissed him again, his time deeper and full of love.

"Babygirl, you sure you're not mad at me?" He looked at you reassuringly.

"Daddy, I love you. It'll be okay." And that was the last straw.

A day full of stress and dealing with his business had Taehyung dried out from exhaustion. All he needed was you, just you.

He quickly lifted his prized possession (you) in his arms and headed straight upstairs towards your room. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden display of eagerness.

"What's so funny?"

"You and your stupid horny dick."

Taehyung just smirked and threw you onto the bed after entering.

"My dick is funny?" Climbing to be over you, he took off his coat & shirt to toss it across the floor.

"Off, everything!" He licked his lips.

"See so horny." You obeyed, grinning at his behaviour.

Taehyung would never not be nervous when seeing you naked. You belonged to him and he knew that but you being in such a vulnerable state made him even more possesive.

"You've got a big mouth, baby." He got off the bed to clumsily remove his pants and belt seperately after you were completely exposed for him.

Getting on top of you again he yanked your arm to get you on all fours.

"Who's stupid and horny again?" He asked running his belt across your slit.

"Shit, you!" Smack!

"Who?"

"Me!" Another smack. "Me daddy!" You hissed out.

"As much as I want to stop punishing you for calling my dick funny and stupid, I'm so sorry." You could hear the smirk in his voice. He landed a few more hits on your ass before he was satisfied and threw the belt away.

At this point you were shaking, leaking all over his expensive sheets.

"Look at you, slut. You even got my belt wet." He clicked his tongue, "Wasting such a precious thing."

Without any warning, you felt his tongue lick straight lines from the bottom of your thighs all the way up to the source. He moaned loudly tasting the sweet nectar.

"I bet a lot of dealers would love to buy this." You felt yourself clench at his words. "Too bad someone else will have ruined you."

"Fuck, daddy please ruin me." Satisfied, he dove his tongue right into your cunt, deeply. The more he lapped at his paradise, the more he got to hear your beautiful moans.

He could barely handle his rock hard cock tenting in his boxers, hearing and seeing you like this.

He continued delving his tongue deeper and wanting more, he could argue that he was enjoying this more than you. You felt that he neglected your clit, so you slowly slipped your fingers amongst the folds only to get flipped again by Taehyung.

"Did I fucking tell you to touch yourself?" His being hands cupped your breasts, the view itself being too sinful to watch.

"I-I'm sorry." You pouted.

He didn't even listen to your reply before taking your perky buds within his teeth. Taehyung knew he couldn't resist looking at your tits for long. You instantly moaned loudly at the sudden pain.

"Gonna cover you up with my mark, would that be fine?" He went straight for your sweet spot. "How will you go to work tomorrow? People wouldn't like to take their coffee from a slut." Biting hard he proceeded to mark more of you.

Your breath was shallow and you could barely nod your head.

You wanted to see his angry cock. Feel it inside all of your holes.

"Tae, I want to feel you." You spoke gathering your breath.

"Such a cockslut you are. Wasn't my dick stupid?"

"Please..."

He kissed you and his hands went to his boxers getting rid of them. The two of you were naked and at mercy of one another.

"Suck." Was all he had to say to make you obey.

You got on your knees and stared at his red tip for a while. Taehyung's cock was the best you've ever had. He was blessed with length as well as girth and he was not afraid to use his privileges on your cunt.

"Well, what're you waiting for?"

Grabbing his base which barely let your thumb and middle finger meet, you started stroking it. He hissed and held your head to slowly let his dick inside.

"Fuck, baby. Choke on it." And choke you did. Taehyung could barely form any words when you started bobbing your head up and down and gagging on his cock.

You cupped his balls and rubbed them simultaneously.

He moaned in his deep voice which had your pussy gushing.

Taehyung needed to cum and he wanted to cum inside your pussy.

"Baby, that's enough, on your back." He yanked you up by your hair.

You were so eager for his manhood that you couldn't even hide it. He was quick to cup your boobs and shove his tongue inside your mouth.

Gathering your slick from your folds he pushed his tip in making you moan. It was always too overwhelming to take Taehyung inside you.

"So big, daddy." You said between the kisses.

Taehyung hummed, smirking, "I know and you're going to take it all."

He didn't wait for your approval instead he pushed his entire length in and started moving. You nearly screamed at his action.

He loved seeing you like this. Call him a sadist, but he did.

He slowly picked up pace making you a mess. The sound of skin-slapping added to your arousal.

"Are you close? You're clenching." You nodded.

"Cum inside me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against your chest.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, one more thrust and you were creaming on his cock. This was the sign for Taehyung to chase his own orgasm. He moved both of your legs to be on top of his shoulders. This newer angle put him over the edge and he launched the fattest load of his seed into you.

Kissing the soles of your feet as he slowly thrusted his cum deeper into you, "You're so beautiful baby. So good to me."

Still resting his length in you, he laid beside you leaving soft butterfly kisses all over your face. You nestled into his chest and hummed being satisfied.

You tried to turn to your other side but your boyfriend held you firmly in his arms from behind.You couldn't help but smile feeling his morning wood inside you. He pulled you closer when you tried to move.

"Quit moving or I'll make sure you can't go to your job today." His deep rattling voice made you shiver.

"I've been wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"How about I take a day off from work."

"Really? And why is that?" He chuckled. "Was daddy too hard on you?" He cooed.

"I'd rather stay at home. Be dependent on you and we'll spend the whole day together.*

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll quit my job."

Was Taehyung hearing things? He quickly pulled out and turned you over to hover on you.

"You what?"

"I'd like to take up your offer. Be my sugar daddy, spoil me. I'd like to be dependent on you for my entire life."

Taehyung cupped your cheek, "Y/N, are you sure?" He couldn't believe that the independent ass girl he knew, to whom he asked millions of times to stay home, was finally giving in.

"Ofcourse I am. You can be the bread earner. I'll be waiting home like an obedient wife and be naked in bed. You can fuck me after a long day of work." You smiled, "It'll be perfect."

"More than perfect." He went over your words, "Wait wife?"

"Propose to me you big baby. I want a huge stone on my finger." You said playfully.

"I'll definitely make a wife out of you." He smirked.

[onyxbird]

Unified Theory of Lethal Weapon (2016)

Having watched a handful of Lethal Weapon (2016) episodes, read the initial thesis from @darkfinch, and in further consultation (read: frequently outraged live-messaging during watches) with Finch, I have developed a tentative theory for how this show actually works.

The fundamental premise is that this is a Who Framed Roger Rabbit? type world, wherein a “Toon” world and a “Live-Action” world following different physical principles coexist and interact. The confusing part about Lethal Weapon is that both the Toon and Live-Action worlds look like live-action, making them difficult to distinguish. Note that the “Live-Action” world is still Hollywood fiction, so it still has notable differences from the real world, but it's closer to reality than Toon world and includes, for example, more realism and nuance in things like grief and suicidal tendencies.

E.g., in Toon LA, fireballs in the middle of LA are fine and only lead to scolding from the boss and a comedic running tally of how much the property damage has cost. In Toon LA, cops responding to a burglary results in a wacky car chase with people's gardens getting run over, and a van crashing into someone's garage only for the occupants to re-emerge seconds later on a motorcycle to continue the chase, all without anyone getting seriously hurt. In Live-Action LA, on the other hand, there is genuine danger to a child who was kidnapped to coerce his mother or to someone trapped in a house being burglarized who has to decide whether to hide or attempt to flee.

Roger Murtaugh, like his more charming namesake Mr. Rabbit, is a Toon, and he works in a Toon police department.

Like Roger Rabbit, who can free himself from handcuffs only when it's funny, Roger's capabilities depend on whether or not an action would be “funny” within the (fairly crass) buddy-cop comedy framework he is meant to inhabit. For example, Roger's heart condition affects the show when it facilitates something “funny,” like his heart-rate monitor going off in the middle of a car chase, or an argument with Riggs about whether or not he should avoid dangerous situations. Otherwise, e.g., if it would make it risky to tase a guy they're fighting in a sopping-wet shower, it does not exist.

Within the rules of Toon World, Murtaugh's "jokes" are cutting but not capable of inflicting real/lasting harm, similar to how Roger-Rabbit Toons can pop right back from physical damage that would destroy a Live-Action person. As a result, Roger tends to throw both cruel remarks and (sometimes) physical violence around liberally with the expectation that there will be zero repercussions after the metaphorical little birdies finish circling, so long as his actions are at all funny within his own buddy-cop story framework. (And, indeed, with his Toon colleagues, his behavior leads to little more than annoyance).

Martin Riggs is a Live-Action person working in a Toon police department.

I suspect, based on his opening scene and his course of action at the bank robbery when he arrives in LA, that the department he transferred from in Texas is also a Toon department. In any case, Martin is clearly experienced enough with the Toon world rules to utilize them effectively in some circumstances. E.g., Martin uses some very Toony police tactics and recognizes that he has substantial flexibility to defy his boss and/or dodge his employer-mandated therapist as long as he does so comedically (likewise, the therapist can counter some of his evasions to pin him down as long as she acts comedically, such as boldly following him into the men's restroom when he tries to side-step an unwanted conversation).

However, Martin is not a Toon, so being used as a punching bag (literally or metaphorically) does harm him. He chose to work in a Toon department, prepared to handle explosions and cartoonishly exaggerated police work and dodging (or not) the equivalent of grand pianos falling off the second floor towards his head, and instead ended up with a Toon partner who will poke fun at his mental health for jokes on a daily basis.

Trish (Roger's wife, for those of you following along while smartly avoiding direct contact with the trainwreck) is a Live-Action person who married a Toon. She lives primarily in Toon LA, likely due to her marriage to Roger, but can easily code-switch to her native Live-Action behavior, as she frequently does in interactions with Martin outside of Roger's presence. Trish and Roger's children, being half-Toon/half-Live-Action and raised in contact with both worlds, also show significantly more Live-Action nuance than their father and are fully capable of operating in both worlds.

Miranda (Martin's late wife) and her parents appear to be Live-Action people from Live-Action LA.

I will be collecting more data to substantiate or disprove these hypotheses as I continue viewing. Please use appropriate safety controls if you* attempt to replicate my findings or check the primary source in the course of peer review, since this research involves hazardous material.

*@wolves-in-the-world

[luthienebonyx]

You...watched it??? The Netflix-so-called-Persuasion???? I mean. I don't think I have an actual question. Was it just that human urge to stare at a car crash/doom scroll?

@firesign23 and I watched it together. It was good to have someone to scream at as we somehow made our way through it.

I have to say: NOTHING could have prepared me for how bad it is. It is WAY worse than the trailer. And it's not just a dreadful, dreadful DREADFUL adaptation that understands NOTHING about the novel it's allegedly based on. It's not just that it neither knows nor cares about the social rules, styles and fashions of the Regency period.

It's quite simply one of the worst movies I've ever seen in my life. Just so, SO bad. The makers of it clearly have utter contempt for their audience. The way it veers wildly between slapstick comedy and angst, the complete lack of chemistry between (allegedly) Anne and the block of wood playing Wentworth, the random decisions that the characters make which make NO SENSE WHATSOEVER. (Eg. After a conversation with Wentworth on a beach, Anne walks into the water, fully-clothed, and then swims around for a bit. Presumably she then walks back to where she's staying in a soaking wet dress. And yeah, that's a spoiler, but honestly it should serve as a warning, if anyone needs one.)

Henry Golding, who plays Mr Elliot, is the one member of the cast who seems to have realised just what sort of movie he's in, and his performance is COMPLETELY over the top. Perhaps the scene where he explains his Sekrit Plan to Anne with no prompting (because clearly the audience would not have picked up on it without it being spelled out to them) gave him a clue. The bit right near the end where he's kissing Mrs Clay in the street was so extreme that @firesign23 and I both completely lost it. I guess it's better to laugh derisively than to scream in horror?

So, I bet you're sorry you (didn't) ask that question, hey? 😂

[loneworldgazer]

their saviour

pairings: bonten x gen!reader

a/n: woooo it's halloween so take this; reader has powers of some sort idk lol

warnings: violence, one mention of cleavage

based on this au, song inspo- coltemönikha: arikui warutsu

a place for his thoughts, the familiar puff of smoke running down his throat bitterly breathed out when the same figure clad in the puffy dress down to their ankles, stained with dust and the white frilly umbrella held in the left hand.

it was the person that saved the life of the pinknette, he was fatigued that he didn't notice faint spots of blood plastered on him and he trudged across the zebra crossing; not realizing the car that didn't bother stopping that the fellow man was walking and it seemed he sped up a bit like he wanted to crash into him.

in the corner of sanzu's eye, he could see the car and the driver with the grit of his ugly teeth urging him to atleast run past before something bad happens but his late reaction didn't let him side step to bounce across that sanzu thinks that this is how his night ends.

a swift motion of a light carry to the other side of the street made sanzu's vision blurry, a strange phenomenon happened when he tapped his feet against concrete and somebody touched his back to wake him up from his worry. he looked back at the car who wanted to kill him and infact it just went off like nothing happened, the air felt more crisp and his mind felt at ease. it wasn't messed up like the start of his mission, his numbness gone and his sight more sharper. his exhaustion faded away, struck with utter confusion that he kept darting his eyes around evrything but the noise of an umbrella alerted him again, his state of peace yanked away when he realized where he should be.

"it's okay sir, i manage to get you across in time."

their voice tiny like a mere whisper that he wanted to grasp to hear again and they move without a sound, their umbrella shielding them away from street lights and a turn from sanzu as farewell as his stunned self stare back.

his nose burned from the cold and he couldn't stop thinking of this mysterious angel saving him from his despair but every bone in his body stopped him from marching towards you. because? because you were gone.

you vanished as soon as he blinked that he tried blinking again and again, he looked silly but it scared him. were you a ghost? you were stuck in his mind, you were like his saviour that came and left. were you a loved one that died and only appeared to protect him? no, he didn't have anyone possibly close to him to keep a criminal like him safe. it wasn't any coworkers that had the thought of seducing him or old classmates that nervously gave his pen back after borrowing it, just who the hell were you?

the rooftop was his place to think but he didn't know another pair who would want to go up there where it smelled like rain and smoke but the two were across from him, one sitting down while the other pulled out a cigarette to smoke.

they also met you but rindou met you more.

you were just someone crossing roads with him where he blends into the crowds but you repeated your turns of being with him that said man suspects something's up.

he wouldn't care about hurting any spies that were set out to find any blood from bonten and would choke them out for answers but your soft features startled him or was it your face that distracted him from not strangling you? he didn't have a hand around your neck and he couldn't remember your face but your voice that dips in and out of his head. something in him told him there's no way he could touch or harm you.

"somebody was spying on you and i'm sure it was that person in the cap."

pointing to a man in a cap that hesitated on running away, rindou found his chance to interrogate him now and you opened your umbrella and left the scene.

how were you so sure that you weren't the creep? you were technically also spying on him but the actual spy was just below him.

checking all details on the phone from the guy he beaten up, you were right on the money. so many files of exposing bonten and one last person he needed to find was him. rindou haitani. all he needed to know was the location of where bonten's base was and that was where the journey to the police is where the man would head off.

this was a serious problem so man on the ground got dragged to bonten's base, unfortunely not the final info to catch them but his death trap.

ran heard everything that rindou spilled, it would be embarassing if rindou were to tell anyone else because he sounded like an idiot trying to explain how you told him about the spy and a smile lit on ran's face.

"what if we tried finding their info?"

but there wasn't, you were a nobody with how no info about you was present. you only appear in that same dreamy dress and your umbrella and the same shiver was shared between the two boys.

you can't be a ghost right? they felt your touch.

rindou even met you more than the first time, you can't be unreal.

ran terribly wanted to meet you, kinda envious of the luck of his brother and he did.

he was on the same rooftop on where he was but it was night time where the stars designed the sky that woke up with its moon out to look at him, he kept the cigarettes in his pocket to breath in whatever the night gave him. not realizing his eyes shifted downwards, a short way to see someone standing and his eyes widened.

it was sanzu and rindou's saviour.

wearing the same dress that they both have described that you wore and umbrella to your side , you pointed behind him to usher him out with the wave of your hand.

the older boy wasn't dumb, you've been saving the two people he's close with so this was probably the time where he should listen, dashing towards the door of the rooftop to where he felt his gut feeling telling him that something bad's going to happen.

he rushed to the meeting room where every executive then arrived after him after he got the text that rindou had a whole gang on him which koko let out a pitiful laugh to how much bad luck rindou had and a scoff left ran's mouth as he was the first one to go out the base.

if he wasn't that shook up with rage, he almost forgot about you and the way you motioned to him. the same like the two, your face was no longer in his head anymore or did he even get a close look of your face?

his brother resting on his lap and no words were exchanged between them, knowing well they were too tired out their minds to even joke around about what happened. ran touches the skin of rindou's bruised face and his heart clenches for a second. sure, this always happen that they would both be injured to the point that they feared their lives was coming to an end but the day would end and tommorow would countinue. they patch each other up when the other couldn't move their hands or feet to relieve themselves and ran had to thank you;

whoever you were, you managed to save his brother out of death and if only he could bow down respectfully to you but you were nowhere in sight.

a mystery you were, the umbrella you cling was open as you walk away everytime they met you.

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Vice versa episode 12 thoughts

Some people might have seen my episode 11 rant post in which I was unhappy with a lot of the episode and I was really worried about how they were going to tie it all together in episode 12. I am surprised to say that I absolutely loved the episode and I think everything was wrapped up nicely and cemented Vice Versa as a show I will continue to love. Without further ado here are my thoughts about the episode. Please note this is a ridiculously long post of every thought I had

-Talay is not the only one who knew you were acting Puen, Gmmtv really baited us with everything they had at the end of the last episode. I was so worried about them switching again and I’m really glad they didn’t

- Sure you two are being cute as hell and such put can you please put your nips away they are staring at me its scary

- Puen has art of finger guns in his room, Bi confirmed

- Talay trying to recreate the bread horns is adorable

- They’re actually too sweet I’m gonna be sick

- The ‘Thank you for taking away my fear of tomorrow’/’Thank you for being born so that I could love you’ scene is the best kiss in the series, I said it. Also ridiculously sweet

- As soon as the director guy said ‘I believe every word you said’ I was like oh shit he’s travelled too

- I’m so glad there is an Association in this universe as well, it being in the equivalent of the Friend Credits tent is a nice touch.

- 👉 ‘Nong’

- Talay being so excited about the job and Puen being so supportive, I’m so happy for him I was so worried Tess was going to irreversibly screw everything up

- Talay loves pink now 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- Puen giggling in the Friend Credits t-shirt he’s such a cutie

- The interviewer guy was being so pushy with the questions about the picture but I guess that’s his job

- Gyo is so based, yes it is his personal business, some people… should try being more like her. Supportive bestie queen

- I know manager Prikyuak is trying to do his job but they kinda have some trauma about not seeing each other dude

- I do like how Talay didn’t just immediately assume the worst or assume Puen didn’t want to see him, he was just worried

- Tup and Tou 🥰🥰🥰, them being so supportive 🥰🥰🥰

- Neo really out here playing three characters at a time and all of them are brilliant. GMMTV please give him a main role please.

- Talay even suggesting going seperate ways after all they’ve been through is absurd

- Supportive bestie is at it again with the video. Using the alpaca to get the message to him awww

- Drunk Talay is such a sweetheart

- Tell me how in the week leading up to episode 12 I literally thought nonstop about a scene where Puen is asked between work and love and I thought about how easy the answer would be for him. My actual ideal scene was for him to state to the paparazzi and people that were harassing him and Talay that if he had to pick between his work and his love he would chose the love with no question and if people were really his fans they would stop harassing them about it because the solution would be for him to stop acting. AND THEN THAT SCENE WAS REAL. I actually couldn’t believe it.

-✨✨Without work, I can survive, Without him, I can’t✨✨

- For some reason I thought when Talay and Gyo were in the car they were going to crash and get sent back through universes. I think the end of episode 11 made me super paranoid they would switch at any moment.

- I asked for a scene between Puen and Talay’s mum and they did not disappoint. He’s such a cutie who’s mum wouldn’t love him?

- ‘How old are you, eight?’ She’s such a queen I love her

- ‘Your son is stubborn’ get his ass Puen

- Talay with his glasses up, I repeat, Talay with his glasses up!! Sea looks so good

- Here for the Jimmy in glasses agenda

- An hourglass with sand that doesn’t fall 😭

- Can’t believe 2gether of all shows nearly got the last word

- Sorry it has to be said, they could have really worked on the kissing scenes.

- I love a good montage and a montage of the other universe was a great idea to fit what’s going on into the last episode without leaving too many questions unanswered

- Neo in a suit, 10/10

- Fuse and Aou 💕💕

- Aou’s face after the cheek kiss. Pity we didn’t see more of them

- Friend Credits making a Vice Versa film 🥹

- ALSO!! Tess!! If there’s one thing I want to know its how he reacted to the life he has now, I really hope he went through some quick character development and learnt to appreciate what Talay did for him

- Tun and Tess working on a movie together and falling in love? Sound familiar?

- DOL!!! Please someone write a fic where Talay and Puen get to speak to Dol again, or at least to this universe’s version of them and update them on what’s happening in their original life.

- Friend credits version 2.0 featuring Tup and Tou

- And the pink trumpet tree has been growing there the whole time 🥺

- How cute would it be if Puen’s wish said something along the lines of ‘Ever since I saw you in that airport bathroom, I have fallen head over heels in love with you’ to parallel his earlier wish and Talays wish? Lets go head over heels for each other is cute as well I guess

- Guys please don’t fuck in the Friend Credits caravan, is no place sacred?

- Thank you Lays for supporting gay rights

- Imagine if he put a ring in the Lays bag, I would’ve lost it

- Playing the Not Me trailer right afterwards was a shock to the system

If you have actually managed to read this, congratulations for making it to the end of every thought I had watching this episode. I clearly need someone to talk to about these shows. Vice Versa has been an amazing show to watch, with great acting and a lot of care and detail put into the sets, props and story. Thank you to the Vice Versa team.

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hello, just wanted to tell you how wonderful your work is, keep it up and keep rocking :) I was wondering if you could do a yandere Peter Parker x reader oneshot where the reader has powers and she's completely badass? But she kinda has self esteem issues and thinks her feelings aren't important. I'm sorry if I made you sad TvT

I will try my best! And thank you so much for the compliments ♡

Silent Shadow. That’s what she was. At least that’s what it was before the Avengers came. She was a assassin for a group called Hydra. Hydra was all she knew and that’s all she thought there was for her. She was there strongest asset, she was even able to rake down the Winter Soldier. She had beaten every hydra agent in a fight and she had many skills. You’d think she would just run away since she was able to overthrow them but Hydra made sure she would have no one to go to outside of them so they killed her parents and took her. She was alone. At least that was until she grew a relationship with her partner. A platonic one. She thought she had no one.

Until the day they showed up.

“Cap, how’s it looking out there? Need Code Green?” Bruce said from inside the quinjet.

“No, I think we are good Bruce. Tony is taking out the rest alongside Thor. Guess this base wasn’t as important.” Cap replied through the coms. It was true. It was a pretty easy mission, that was until they went towards the cells.

Bucky Barnes alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver got rid of every Hydra Agent in the cells. At least the thought they did until they reach the very end cell with a complex lock. Bucky nodded at Wanda and she quickly used her powers to undo the lock.

Once inside they see a girl. She looked around 16 years old. Bucky froze.

Another assassin.

He knew her.

He rushed to the cyrochamber and opened it to the dismay of the team. They didn’t need another Hydra Soldier to deal with but he was not going to leave her in there. Steve walked into the room and saw him opening the chamber.

“What are you doing Buck?”

“I’m getting her out of here.” He spoke leaving no room for arguments.

“What if she’s dangerous?”

“I know her. She was my partner. She never wanted this. She always fought.”

“How do you know she will still fight?”

“I don’t.”

and finally it was open and he grabbed her then made his way back to the quinjet. The team that didn’t go to the cells were already there.

Tony was the first to notice Barnes carrying a girl.

“What do you got there?”

“...” Bucky didn’t respond. He wouldn’t explain back at the compound. He just wanted her to wake up. He wanted his little sister back.

Back at the compound

Her senses slowly came back to her and she woke up to her hand resting in somebody’s. She opened her eyes and saw.... Bucky! She lightly shook his hand making him shoot up.

“Doe!”

(I thought Doe would be a cute nickname since it forms from the only name they know which is Shadow.)

“Snowy!” She said happily. She was free. She was with her older brother. Everything would be okay.

And it was. For awhile. They took a blood test from her and found out she was Tony’s missing sister who was taken after the car crash with her parents. Her name was Y/N but some still called her Shadow or Doe in Bucky case. She didn’t blame Bucky but he sure blamed himself but he wouldn’t let himself cut her out of his life because of guilt. She developed relationships with the team. Tony and Bucky were her protective older brothers, Steve, Bruce, Clint and Thor were like uncles. Natasha was her aunt. Pietro and Wanda were like siblings. Then there was the day she met Peter. She had finally worked back up her courage and bravery, not to mention her cunningness. She was herself again, just more confident than before the accident. She walked around in stride, almost matching up to Natasha. She would work on her powers with Wanda and then make sure to spend time with her family.

He had come over to the tower after hearing about the new person at the tower from Tony. He had invited Peter to come over and meet his sister, Peter being addicted to pleasing his idol said of course and made his way over.

He was of course expecting a older woman since he knew Tony’s parents had died many many years ago, he was not prepared to see her.

Peter made his way up the elevator of the expensive tower after telling Jarvis what floor he wanted to be on. The elevator opened and there the team was in all their glory sitting on the couch waiting for him and the other guest to be ready.

“Hello Man of spider!” Thor boomed loudly as Peter stepped out of the elevator. Peter waved shyly at Thor and the others followed with their hellos. After a little more waiting Tony was impatient and called his sister to come down.

“Alright, Alright I’m coming! I didn’t even take that long! It would take longer to say your full title thing you like to say about yourself. Isn’t Genius, Billionaire Playboy, Kiss ass?” She smirked as she walked into the room. Peters eyes widened.

She was Tony Stark’s sister?

“Who’s did you want me to meet?” She questioned her brother as she smiled at him cheekily after forgetting the name of the person for the billionth time.

Tony rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stay mad at the sister who came back miraculously from the dead.

“Peter meet Y/N my little sister and Y/N meet Peter Parker aka Spider-boy.” Tony introduced and Peter stepped forwards almost in a daze and held out his when to shake formally.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N said cheekily as he continued staring. He lightly shook his head and blushed embarrassedly.

“Nice to meet you too.”

She was more confident now away from hydra and he liked her personality.

And it truly was because that was the day that started his obsession with the one and the only

Y/N Stark.

He always came over to the tower to hang out with her as they had grown to be friends but Peter wanted more. Sometimes he came over and stalked her outside of the windows. Peter had hacked the tower from the inside to not detect him as Spider Man on the outside of the tower. Whenever he was in her room he’d touch everything he could and he secretly undid the latch to her window. He snuck into her room every night just to watch her sleep, watching as her chest raised and called from her steady breathing . He took pictures of her whenever he spied and had a secret collection of them filling his closest. He had even entered the room when the other Avengers had decided to run to the store for groceries dressed in their typical jacket, sunglasses, and baseball hats disguises. He cuddled into her blankets and breathed in her scene as he held into her pillow.

He was undeniably in love with Y/N Stark.

And he wanted her to be his.

His plan was soon put into action. He knew her schedules, wasn’t too hard she was required to stay at home as it was too dangerous because of Hydra.

One day he just got lucky, the team had to go out on a mission and she was required to stay home but Tony didn’t want her by herself so he called his trusted intern, Peter Parker. He was asked to go over to the tower to keep Y/N company and he immediately said yes.

And the day started off as usual for Y/N. She woke up and had breakfast, then sat by the tv watching her favorite show Once Upon A Time. She always like watching it because the character Jefferson reminded her of Bucky. She was halfway into episode 16 when Peter arrived in the Elevator.

“Hey Peter!” She called from the couch. She didn’t even look at him. It made him slightly mad. He should be her one and only. Not the stupid tv show.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied after he got over his anger.

“What do you want to do?” She questioned looking at him with a eyebrow raised.

“There are so many things I’d like to do.” He thought to himself but restrained from saying.

“It’s up to you.” He replied shortly continuing to think through his plan. He was confident it would go right if he followed each direction.

They went to the gym and she began to work on her powers while Peter watched her intently. He needed to know her powers if things were to go south with his plans. She first turned invisible then made force fields.

She continued to make the force fields bigger and Peter had to continue to back up to avoid getting hit with it. He began to get too far away. He also didn’t want her to thing that she could push him away like this.

“Y/N stop. You need to get food in you before you continue practicing. Your low on energy.” He faked looking concerned in order to manipulate her to feel bad. Of course she was usually defiant but she just wanted Peter to be happy. So she gave in.

“Alright.” He nodded in praise at her giving in. He knew how to get her now. She needed to please others. Probably a side effect from Hydra but it could be used to his advantage.

They then began baking... well more like Peter while she watched he made her sit down after he was worried about her burning herself. She needed to be taken care of. He also didn’t need her catching onto his plan, taking a pill out from his pocket and crushed it onto the cupcake he was going to give her. It looked like sugar. After being at hydra you’d think she would check her food before she ate. But she didn’t. She had to trust Peter of course. That’s what her brother wanted from her. She felt bad not being able to help around the tower. She felt as if she wasn’t contributing enough. Y/N thought it would help if she did what she thought was expected of her, not what she wanted. She wanted to bake. But if Peter didn’t want her to then she couldn’t deny it.

Then they watched tv but Peter hated it because again her attention was somewhere else. Halfway through Star Wars he turned off the tv and waited for it to work.

Just as he looked at her he could see her eyes be going to droop.

“Oh Y/N are you tired?” He questioned with fake concern.

“Oh, I am. Just a little bit. I slept well last night-“ she was cut off by a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’m sorry Peter. I knew you came over to hang out.”

“It’s fine Y/N. Just got to sleep.”

Just as he said that her eyes shut and he smiled victoriously. She was his. And she wasn’t ever going to leave.

He picked her up bridal style and took her into her room and sat her down on the bed while he changed into his Spider-Man uniform and packed her some clothes. They wouldn’t be coming back here. After packing clothes into a small back pack he picked her up once again and they went swinging out of the tower with Jarvis not even alerted because of Peter hacking it before to not detect his suit.

He arrived at a small house in the middle of the woods and carefully opened the door and brought her inside. Peter glanced around the rooms just in case then sat her in the bed, attaching a chain to her ancle. The clasp part of the chain had a little padding so it wasn’t hurting her but it did keep her there. He kissed her on the head and quickly changed out of his suit. Then got into the bed wearing boxers climbing in next to the sleeping girl. He wrapped a arm around her waist and sighed content.

She was finally his.

The Avengers got back to the tower and saw no one there. No struggle. Nothing.

Tony Lost his sister. Again.

Bucky lost his little sister. Again.

And

Peter had taken the love of his life to be all his.

At least until they check the tapes.

Sorry it’s taken me forever to write this. This was my first shot at a Yandere and I hope it’s good. Sorry if I should have done less back story and more Peter but I hope you like it. Anyways thank you for the suggestion. ♡

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Wildest Dreams

Pairing: actor! Tom Holland x actress! Reader

Summary : Based on Taylor Swift’s song Wildest dreams. You thought Tom was the love of your life but it was just one of your wildest dreams.

Warnings : 18+,SMUT, mature content, infidelity, angst, tom being a douchebag.

"Today we have with us the Oscar winning renowned actress the one and only Y/N Y/L/N!" The RJ hyped you up. 

"Hello everyone" you spoke on the mic in front of you smiling. 

"Well first of all congratulations Y/N on your big oscar win." 

"Thank you so much. I’m still recovering from it not gonna lie." You chuckle. The RJ asked you a bunch of other questions which you replied cheerfully. 

"So you have been casted to play Morgan Stark in the next part of Marvel Avengers movie." 

"Yes and I am looking forward to it. Being in a Marvel film was always on my wishlist and I can finally tick it off." 

"Do you feel yourself under pressure as you will be continuing a legacy?" 

"It’s definitely a pressure playing Tony Stark’s daughter and living upto the standards of none other than RDJ. Luckily he is personally mentoring me and I think I’ll fare well. I have read the script which I can't reveal much but playing the grown up version of Morgan who is a part of the Avengers will be a lot of fun." 

"Well saying so you are also going to be sharing screen with Tom Holland after a long time. What do you have to say about the rumours  of you being speculated as the possible reason behind his relationship with his fiancee hitting the rocks?" you took a moment before answering the question. 

"Well a lot of things fly in the air we don't catch on everything right? And I have always made it clear that we never dated, we are just friends that's all."

"So you are still single?" 

"And not interested to mingle." You chuckle. 

"Well it was nice to have you with us today, Y/N."

"It was my pleasure. Love you guys bye."

The show ended and you headed out of the office building for the pre production meeting arranged by Marvel with the whole cast. You were sitting in your posh car, the last question of the RJ about your relationship with Tom still spiraling in your mind. You reminisced about one of your past mistakes. Though you wouldn't call it a mistake because you fell for a wrong person but when he left he gave you a life lesson which you will remember in your lifetime that 'nothing lasts forever'. 

It started with a small Instagram follow but who knew it would take you down like that. 

It all happened 2 years ago in a promotional show just like this. Your acting career had just begun and you had managed to create quite a buzz in and around the industry delivering two blockbusters mesmerizing the critics and audiences with your spectacular performance in your three year acting career. You were in a radio show for the promotion of your upcoming movie. The RJs were interviewing you.

"Well Tom Holland was here the other day and we asked who he likes among the upcoming new talents in the industry. He said and we quote that you are cute, sexy and very talented." the lady said. 

"Well what do I say thank you Tom." you giggle shyly. 

"Have you guys ever met?" the other male RJ asked. 

"Not really, though we had a chance to interact during the comic con. But I really admire his work and would love to work with him in future."

"But I have to inform you that he is a little disappointed that he follows you but you never followed him back." the lady jokes. 

"Well I can fix that I guess.'' You took out your phone from your jeans pocket and opened your insta app.

"And here we go, officially following Tom Holland." You said tapping the follow button.

"I hope now you are not upset anymore, Tom." you chuckle.

In less than a month you were signed up for a Netflix movie. It was a rom com and you were casted opposite none other than Tom Holland. The shooting began within two months.

You were on the set sitting in your trailer facetiming your mom. 

"Honey are you eating well?" Your mom asked.

"Yes mom I am." You assured her when you heard a knock as the door of your trailer opened and the person’s head popped in, it was Tom. You waved your hand to usher him in. 

"Five minutes please." You mouthed to him

"It’s okay," he mouthed back sitting on a chair. 

"Who is it?" Your mom asked.

"It's my costar you know him, the guy from spiderman." You inform her.

"Oh the one you have a crush on?" 

"Mom!" You shrieked utterly embarrassed with your mom revealing your secret.

"What? You only said that he is cute." 

"Ok-ok I get it you made your point but I have to go now, I'll talk to you later."

"OK sweetie take care." 

"Yeah bye mom." You ended the call heaving a sigh of relief and turned towards him. 

"Ignore my mom. I just told her that you were cute in the homecoming movie and she just assumed I have a crush on you." 

"Oh that's fine." He gave you a warm smile.

"So what's up?" You chirped.

"Umm just here to talk about the scenes we are going to shoot tomorrow together."

"Oh you mean the sex scenes?"

"Umm yeah." He said uneasiness clearly in his voice.

"Tom Holland nervous about some sex scenes?" You joked.

"No-no it's, it's not like that. I just want to make sure that you are comfortable tomorrow so I just wanted to discuss it beforehand."

"Oh that's really nice of you. Well honestly I'm always nervous before such scenes. Though it's partial nudity but still the scenes are quite passionate and vividly described." 

"Don't worry I'll try my best to make it easy and comfortable for you."

"Thank you Tom."

"Pleasure is all mine." he smiled. 

The next day on the set the director gave you the last minute reading of the scene that you are going to shoot. You and Tom walked in the frame. As per the script you guys play characters who are friends with benefits but both of you grow feelings for each other. When one confronts the other it leads to an angsty moment but soon turns into passionate love making. 

The camera started rolling and as soon as the director said "action!". You both got into your characters and played your parts flawlessly as per the script. 

"Why don’t you find someone who doesn’t hurt you?" You ask

"But I love you, Emma." Tom replies with a soft tone.

"Liam you don’t understand I was never good at this." You say with frustration in your voice.

"What.. talking?" He sarcasms.

"Yeah talking, communicating, relationships.." You were cut off as he captured your lips for a kiss.

"Well neither was I but we can figure it out slowly." his gaze was intense as your eyes were glassy. 

The next thing you did was, crashed your lips to his. It had to be a very messy sloppy one so both of you rolled your tongues into each other’s mouth. You popped open the buttons of his shirt out of desperation and then pushed him onto the bed. Tom plopped on the soft mattress as you got up to straddle him around his waist pulling your sweatshirt off your body revealing your red lacy bra underneath. Tom let out a light gasp it wasn’t to happen but the whole act turned him on as he felt blood rushing down south. You carried on the act like a true professional and leaned on to his face capturing his thin lips. He deepened the kiss holding your face and you kept on grinding on his crotch. The kiss grew heavy then you were suddenly aware of the growing bulge underneath you but you continued anyhow 'he is a human getting aroused is normal' you kept on repeating that in your mind. His hand trailed up your back and unclasped your bra. 

And with the scene coming to an end the director shouted "cut!" 

"Well done you guys." The director praised. You pulled away and got off him as the costume runner handed you your robe to cover you up, you slipped it on and tied it around your body. 

Tom's eyes never left you as you made your way back to your trailer to retouch your makeup and take a rest before the next scene starts. He was always known to be a professional but you made his mind go haywire. You on the other hand could only think about the scene, how you felt his hard on though it wasn't his fault it happens sometimes you reminded yourself. 

After the unit packed up for the day you were on your way back to your car as you heard a car honking behind you. You stopped as the car pulled over and the windows rolled down. 

"Need a ride?" Tom asked sweetly. 

"No thanks, I have my own." You gave a tight lipped smile.

"C'mon it's been a hectic week for both of us we should really blow off some steam and I don't want to get drunk alone too."

"Okay." You gave in breaking into a smile. You sat in the front seat as he drove the car while you texted your manager Mike about your change of plans. 

"So where are we going?" you ask. 

"Just in and about the town.'' everything went silent again before Tom cleared his throat and began. 

"Umm listen Y/N I'm.."

"It's okay Tom it happens sometimes I didn't mind anything." You cut him off saving him and you from  the awkward conversation. He took you to a local pub and had a few drinks together. Later you got back into the car both of you totally buzzed. You were laughing about something as Tom kept staring at you. 

"What?" you ask giggling. What came into his mind you don't know as he just straight up went to grab your face and kissed you, catching you off guard. You pushed him away, bewildered. 

"Tom! What are you doing?!" 

"Sorry, sorry, I-I just couldn't control myself. Ever since I saw you like that you are the only thing in my mind." he rambled. 

"But that doesn't mean you can kiss me."

"Don't tell me you didn't like it." his voice low as he brought his hand to your cheek. 

"Well.." Your words were stuck in your throat as your gaze dropped to his lips and you leaned forward to kiss him again fervently. 

"Your place or mine?" He asked, pulling away gasping. 

"Whichever is close." You said out of breath.

He never drove his car this fast the way he drove tonight to reach his apartment rented by the production company for him. You weren't even completely inside his apartment as he crashed his lips and pushed you against the door. You moaned into the kiss as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. 

You woke up the next morning as the sunlight hit your face squinting your eyes open. You stir on the bed to find yourself tangled in bedsheets and in the arms of Tom.

"Goodmorning, love." His voice husky as he looks down at you with his soft brown eyes. You sit up abruptly holding the sheets to your chest wide eyed as you recollect the memories of last night. Mike your manager had always warned you that you should avoid getting into any kind of relationship with your costars. You are young and new to this industry, a good image is what you need right now. 

"No, no, no this was a mistake. This should have never happened." You repent holding your head. Tom sits up holding your shoulders comfortingly. 

"Hey-Hey it’s okay. Last night was really good.I understand you don't know me well and your career has just begun so you don't want a relationship but that doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of fun." saying so he went for a kiss but you pull away.

"That's not the point Tom! We are colleagues and I want to keep it that way. And this will never happen again. This will be the first and last." You made it clear and left his apartment.

🥀

However Tom made it a mission to tease the hell out of you on set. You would often find him subtly touching you whenever he got the chance, when you were sitting together his fingers lazily dancing around your thighs making you shiver as he flashed you a cocky grin because he is totally aware of what he is doing to you. 

You reached your breaking point on the day you had to shoot another sex scene. The scene required minimal clothing. You would be just wearing your underwear and modesty patches to cover your breasts which will leave little to anyone's imagination. You took off your robe and lied down on the bed underneath the white covers Tom got on top of you in just his boxers. You licked your lips as you saw the prominent outline of his dick through the fabric which only reminded you of the night you slept together. He propped over you on his forearms a pillow kept between you. 

As the director shouted 'action', Tom leaned down to kiss you, dragging his lips down your body, sucking on to your skin as he massaged your breast with his hand. He could feel your nipple harden through the patch as you began to let out small moans as per the script. The heat radiating from his body was so overwhelming you could just think of him railing you to the mattress. Heat pooled between your legs and you were thankful that there is a pillow separating you or else he would easily get to know how wet you are. 

You closed your eyes, hands slipping on to his back letting out fake moans as he carried on rutting his hips on the pillow. Suddenly a chill ran down your spine when you felt two slender fingers brushing near your heat. 

"Did I make you wet, darling?" he whispered, chuckling lowly into your ears. Your breath hitched as you felt your cheeks heat up but you had nothing much to do than just go on with the scene. 

The scene ended as soon as the director said "cut!" And you were more than thankful as you quickly slipped into the robe. But you were hot and bothered as you exchanged glances as you both agreed to an unspoken agreement. 

And a few agonising moments later you find yourself bent down gazing at your flushed out reflection with droopy eyes in the dirty mirror of one of the restrooms on set you both snuck into to relieve your sexual frustration. Your dress bunched up to your waist as Tom thrusted inside you hard and fast. 

"Fuck darling! This feels so better when I actually get to fuck this pretty little pussy instead of wasting my energy humping a damn pillow." He grunted drawing back his hip to slam right into you as you jolted forward trying to keep yourself steady gripping on the edge of the marble.

"Fuck Tom!" you moaned. Your legs felt wobbly; knees on the verge of giving out as Tom’s hands expertly supported you. One of his hands slipped between your thighs rubbing circles stimulating your sensitive bud. You gasped at the added pleasure. 

"Tell me sweetheart who is fucking you so well?" He asked cockily.

"You T-Tom you." you were finding it hard to form proper words.

"Damn right." he chuckles. 

Just then there was a knock on the door. You squeaked in surprise and Tom immediately covered your mouth with his hand. You glared at him through the mirror.

"Miss Y/L/N?" It was your assistant Rebecca. Tom removed his hand from your mouth still going on with his menacing pace.

"What the fuck?!!" You seethed.

"You were being loud." he Whisper yells. 

"Mam are you there?" She asked again.

"Yeah- yeah. What is it?" You stuttered.

"The next shot will be ready in half an hour. You need to go for your makeup." 

"Okay .. ah i’ll be there in a few minutes." You tried to answer as energetically as possible.

"Mam are you okay?" she asked with concern in her voice. 

"Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just-just go I’ll be there." Tom had a smug grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes. His eyes darkened dripping with lust as he thrusted deep inside you again, hitting your spot as you moaned loudly but he pulled you back by your neck, capturing your lips messily muffling your moans. You felt him twitch inside you and you knew you weren’t far away. You heard Rebecca's receding footsteps as Tom increased his pace again tipping you off the edge you both came with a loud moan. His head dropped to the crook of your neck panting, brushing his lips on your sensitive skin. You hissed when he pulled out. He stepped away giving you some space to clean up while he chugged the condom in the bin and zipped his pants fixing his shirt.

"I’ll go out first and you come out later." He said running his fingers through his messy hair trying to tame them. You nodded trying your best to fix your dishevelled appearance. 

🥀

This just became a regular thing for you guys sneaking out on the set to end up making out at the most odd places you could ever imagine. Sometimes in your trailers for a quickie. 

One time you were making out at the back of your trailer Tom’s hands were roaming around all over your body as he blurted out of nowhere.

"I love you." You broke the kiss and raised a brow.

"You don’t need to show your fake love to get into my pants." Tom frowned. 

"What? No I do love you Y/N" 

"You’re joking right?" you gave a poker face. 

"No Y/N, ever since I met you I fell for you instantly." 

"Really?" Your eyes welled up in disbelief.

"Yes, love. I love you and will always love you." 

"I love you too." You sealed your lips kissing softly, emotions running high. 

You started to feel his presence even more around you after you confessed your feelings for each other. Your wardrobe now consists of half of his clothes which he leaves behind in your room every time he spends the night with you. He tells you he loves you but he is never there the next morning for you. He isn't ready to acknowledge the relationship between you because he says it isn't a good time. You are always dodging the prying eyes of the media. 

Yes you were young, naive and trusted people way too easily that is why you didn't see the obvious red flags in your relationship. 

🥀

The last scene for the movie was to be shot outdoors near a cliff. The location was picturesque as the last scene was shot of you and Tom kissing each other. After the shooting ended the director officially announced the wrapping up of the film. The crew hugged each other and indulged into a little celebration at the location itself. You went near the cliff soaking in the natural beauty reminiscing about how this was the best summer of your life where you found the love of your life when Tom walked up to you from behind. He brushed aside your hair placing a necklace with a heart shaped pendant around your neck. You let out a light gasp surprised heart swelling up at his loving gesture. 

"This-this is beautiful Tom." 

"I know, love. Only for the most beautiful woman. This will always remind you of our love."

He wrapped his arms around you as you overlooked the cliff watching the sunset with an orangish yellow hue. His phone buzzed as he took it out from his pocket and saw the caller id. 

"I need to take this." He excused himself to take the call. You fiddled with your necklace admiring it and smiling to yourself. One of the runners brought you a bottle of beer you took it and the boy was about to go and give the other bottle to Tom but you stopped him. 

"I’ll give it to him." You took the bottle from him and made your way where Tom was busy talking to whoever called over the phone. 

"Yeah bye love you. Miss you too." You caught the last bit of his conversation. 

"Girlfriend?" You joked startling him. For a moment he felt his breath caught in his throat, he gulped hard before chuckling nervously. 

"I’ll be so damned to cheat on you. It was my cousin. Have to go back home, some urgent family work has come up." 

"You will leave tomorrow only?" You pout.

"Sorry love." He brings his hand to your cheek.

"What about I go with you? I always wanted to meet your family, I mean my future family." Your eyes sparkled. 

"Uh i don’t think that’s  a good idea since we are not public yet." he fumbled. 

"So let’s go public. You love me, I love you, what's the problem?" 

"Ofcourse, love but not this time. Once I return from London we will make our relationship official I promise." 

"What if you find a hot brit chick and forget about me?" you pout. 

"I can never forget you. This face is worth remembering." he cradled your face lovingly. 

"I really want to spend the last few moments with you before I go back."

"I'll keep my door unlocked.'' You winked.

At night Tom stood in front of your hotel room and as you had said the door was unlocked he smiled to himself sneaking into your room quietly. He was startled as you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in pinning him against the door pressing your lips to his. 

"I’m gonna miss you so much." you say breathing heavily.

"Me too darling." 

Pretty soon all your clothes were discarded as you now lay on your bed spread out for him while he pounds into you relentlessly. 

"Oh fuck darling you always feel so good around me." He praises thrusting deeper inside you. You grab onto his back wrapping your legs around him. His phone buzzes several times on the bedside table but he was too invested in the pleasure he was getting being buried deep inside you so he decides to ignore it. 

"So gorgeous." He purrs trailing his lips down your chest sucking on to your hardened nipples. Your body arches at his touch, your one hand reaching  down to rub your clit.

"Yes rub that clit for me." He demands. You clench hard around him as you both reach your own highs. He collapsed on top of you burying his head in the crook of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling out and rolled over to your side. You turned to him resting your head on his chest. His phone buzzes again and he reaches to receive it but ends the call abruptly seeing the number. 

"Who is it?" 

"Oh it's no one, darling." He said, stroking your hair gently and pecking on your forehead wrapping you in his warm embrace. You nuzzle your face in his chest listening to his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

You woke up to an empty bed next morning. Tom had an early morning flight so maybe he didn’t want to wake you up you thought, giving yourself false hopes.

First two weeks he used to FaceTime you daily but soon it got limited to plain simple texts and suddenly all of it stopped. Two months went by and you didn't hear anything from Tom but still you kept your hopes high telling yourself he must be busy.

🥀

The time of the premiere for your film was approaching and you were over the moon with just the thought that you were finally going to meet him. At the night of the premier you were dolled up in one of your designer dresses, you decided to ditch your expensive diamond necklace to wear the necklace Tom gave you before leaving. You reached the venue and stepped out of your car as your eyes were flooded with the flashes from the cameras, you gracefully walked the red carpet a wide smile adorning your face. But it didn't last long. 

You heard the crowd going frenzy chanting the name of the person you loved the most in this world. You turned around to look at him and froze. He wasn't alone, he had a woman in his arms as they smiled at the cameras. Your heart clenched when you saw the big rock shining on her ring finger. He got engaged and he brought in his fiancee to make the news public. So this was his emergency family work in London.

Tom looked around smiling when his eyes found you standing at a distance with a hardened gaze. His gaze dropped to his feet as a sense of guilt kicked in. You were disgusted and filled with hatred he left you, no he fucking lied to you and was cheating on you this entire time. You never wanted a relationship in the first place. He was the one who professed his love for you and you being the lovesick idiot believed him. 

The cast was made to stand together for a group photo. You stood to the left of him. He couldn't dare to meet your eyes. 

The movie began as you took your seats and tried focusing on the screen. Tom frequently stole glances of you as memories came flooding in. You caught him glancing at you and you could no longer take this betrayal anymore. He had imagined of getting married one day and starting a family but guess what it was true but just not with you. You informed Mike sitting beside you that you aren't feeling well, he arranged for you to leave. You got up in the middle of the movie and ran out of the auditorium. Tom saw that went after you. 

"Y/N wait! Please don't go. Let me explain!" he shouted desperately. 

You didn't listen as you ran towards your car with tears in your eyes. You got into it and drove past him as you saw his reflection in the rear view mirror desperately calling out to you. Tears pricked your eyes as you saw the necklace he gave you as a token of love dangling down your neck. You held the necklace and pulled it hard breaking the chain. You took a look at it for one last time and threw it out of the window in rage. You wailed inside the car crying your heart out. That night you made up your mind to only focus on your career no more distractions or false attachments. Your hard work has paid off because two years later you are now an internationally acclaimed star with a strong image, a role model for many and your fans adore you.

Though after that dreadful night you received a string of messages of apologies from Tom which went on for at least a month but you left all of them on seen.  Recently he had started texting you again mostly they read 'I miss you', 'can we meet?' He even went on a liking spree on your Instagram account which fueled the rumors of you two possibly getting together. You decided to ignore all of it because you always wanted him to suffer the way you did. You wanted the memories of you to haunt him for eternity like a curse he can't get rid of. 

Your car reaches Marvel's office as your bodyguard opens the door and you step out of the car you strut past the gates through the hallways to the room where the meeting was to be held. Your assistant walking by your side briefing you out about your today's schedule. You entered the room to find some of the big names in Hollywood already present and there was Tom too. This is the first time in two years you are finally meeting face to face. His eyes lit up instantly seeing you as he made his way to you enthusiastically. 

"Hi Y/N" 

"Oh hey Tom." you greeted him with a smile. 

"So how are you?" he began but you didn't answer as your eyes were trained on the person behind him, a handsome blonde with icy blue eyes walking right your way.

"Hi Harrison Osterfield." He introduced himself.

"I know, you are playing my love interest and I must say you are totally worth it." You giggled. 

"Well it’s my honor to be your love interest." he chuckled. 

Tom just stood there as a mere spectator watching his best friend and you flirt with each other. You're totally lost in him, the only thought reeling in your mind.

Fuck he’s gorgeous….. 

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(A/N : This crap came out of nowhere. Will I be writing a Harrison osterfield x Reader fic based on 'gorgeous'? who knows🤷‍♀️) Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

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[discotreque]

LwD 2.05: An Embarrassment of Dooplers

So I was a little nervous about this one! I hadn’t heard any spoiler-spoilers, but screeners have been out for weeks now, and I’d heard a bunch of individual, vague, non-spoilery hints about (1) big character moments, on the scale of a mid-season finale even though the show’s not taking a mid-season break; and (2) an ending that would make me cry.

I guess I imagined something relatively serious and dramatic, like “No Small Parts”? This show makes me cackle with laughter and giggle with nerdy glee and “d’awww!” at heartwarming friendships every week, but it’s only ever made me cry once—and then I was impressed that they were going to get there from the wacky hijinks we saw in the brief teaser.

The lack of a cold open made me apprehensive too—in my experience, that’s typically a sign that there’s so much plot in the rest of the episode that they need that extra scene—but after ~21.5 minutes of aforementioned hijinks, I was having so much fun that I’d completely forgotten about the alleged tear-jerker at the end…

…and they were not the tears I was expecting.

I didn’t think I’d be smiling and crying!!!! That was wholesome as SHIT!!!!!

I almost can’t believe they earned that—but they totally did.

After a Mariner–Tendi episode and a Boimler–Rutherford episode, we’re back to the “usual” Season 1 pairings… except the relationships between these characters have changed since Season 1. Mariner still feels thwacked in the abandonment issues by Boimler bailing for the Titan, and Rutherford’s having a tiny little existential crisis about losing an entire year of his life.

Both of which are extremely understandable and very heavy situations—and both of those situations get resolved because everyone in them is vulnerable with each other and honest about their feelings—AND that honesty and vulnerability brings both pairs of friends closer together. Are you kidding me?? I would watch SEVENTY seasons of that shit. Put it in my veins.

Onto the notes:

So basically Dooplers are Tribbles, but for cringe comedy instead of slapstick? Ohhhhh boy.

Look at Ransom the diplomat, tossing his own fork on the floor! I like that he’s actually a pretty competent Starfleet officer, despite also being a completely ridiculous person.

Wait a second, is that—OH HOLY SHIT, THE DOOPLERS ARE VOICED BY RICHARD KIND.

It makes sense that B. Boimler would find William annoying—who likes seeing their own flaws reflected back at them? And who could be a better reflection of one’s flaws than one’s literal duplicate?—but most interesting to me is that it implies on some level, Bradward knows the stick up his butt is a flaw. (Does William?)

Why does the Cerritos model have working phasers?!?!

I’m loving hot pink as the currently en-vogue colour for “dangerous sci-fi energy” in animation (cf. almost every previous episode of this show; Into the Spider-Verse; other stuff I can’t remember right now). As a former child of the 80’s, I’m living for it… but as a former teenager of the 90’s, I can’t help but wonder if it’s going to age as poorly as the harsh neon green of The Matrix, every Borg appearance on Voyager, and like 80% of the websites I made in high school…

SKANTS! SKANTS! SKANTS!

That fake-out joke with the fly-by over the Cerritos model was in the season trailer weeks ago, and I was so enthralled by that handsome lady that the sticker coming into frame still got me good 😂😂😂

BECKY Mariner????? omg yes

Some top-quality Boimler screams in this one. Poor Jack Quaid must drink gallons of throat-coat tea when he records.

One of the great things about Star Trek to me is that you never know what you’re going to get from any random episode. A murder mystery? A road trip? A spooky thriller? A cheesy romance? Broad comedy? Body horror? Didactic political screeds shrouded in tissue-thin science-fiction metaphors? Brain and brain, what is brain??? And after this many years of watching, you’d think I’d be hard to surprise. But if I ever told you I thought I’d see a Blues Brothers–style car chase through a frickin’ shopping mall on an episode of Star Trek, I would have been straight-up lying to you. I loved it, it worked for me, my jaw was on the floor and I was clapping with joy—but I’m definitely comfortable calling this one “unexpected.”

It’s CAPTAIN SHELBY!!! And an ancient babydyke crush rose from the depths of my childhood subconscious… (Also I think her Number One is based on the original makeup—eventually deemed too complicated—for Saru? Now that’s a deep cut.)

In 20th-century Trek, you almost never got to see what was going on inside a starship from the outside. Even after they switched from physical models (where it was next to impossible on a single episode’s budget) to CGI (which was still in its infancy, still not exactly cheap, and still broadcast in SD anyway), it was a rare thrill to see any meaningful interior details in an exterior shot. Disco’s modern VFX have given us some tasty, tasty treats in that department, but nothing quite as sublime as all the pink Doopler light glittering through the Cerritos’s windows.

Mariner says she’ll take her contact Malvus down with her, and threatens that they’ll end up “in the same cell.” Malvus is a Mizarian, a species introduced in TNG’s “Allegiance,” in which Captain Picard is held in a mysterious prison with one. I think I see what you did there, McMahan?

Bartender… so hot… lesbian circuits… overloading…

The Tendi and Rutherford C-story was, well, a C-story within a 22-minute episode, so there wasn’t much to it, but the one scene that mattered actually mattered a lot. I’m ambivalent on whether they should end up romantically involved—I’d prefer they don’t, but they’ll be one of the cutest couples in Trek history if they do—and as long as they keep that pure, sweet friendship between them at the heart of whatever else happens, I’m on board.

Carol Freeman was already one of my favourite captains before this season, and she’s been steadily moving up the list. The quiet throughline about her ambition to be on a better ship has been fascinating so far, and it’s starting to actually make me feel a little conflicted: I’m of course rooting for Captain Freeman to recognize her worth, make Starfleet recognize her worth, and become the ass-kicking captain of a hero ship that she’s clearly ready to be—but that almost surely means she’d be kicking ass off-screen, because LwD isn’t about those kind of adventures, and I’d be devastated not to have Dawnn Lewis on the show every week. So I’m kind of on the edge of my seat about this one!

I had so many favourite jokes this week I put them in a separate list:

“Even the replicated water on the Titan tasted better” is a low-key brilliant dunk on people who can’t shut the fuck up about the cooler places they used to live.

“Ooooh, they have a Quark’s now! That used to just be an empty lot where teens would make mistakes!” ← That’s literally me every time I go back to where I grew up. I felt so Seen™ I almost hid under a blanket.

“I would never go down the stairs!” (evil grin) (goes up the stairs)

The “well, shit” expressions from Mariner and Boimler as their crashed car sank right into the water… which started to bubble innocuously… and then the bottles of Data bubble-bath popped up, paying off a joke I thought had already been paid off—that was the one that woke up my poor cat this week. Just exquisite timing.

“YOUR PAGH IS WEAK, AND IT DISGUSTS ME!” “I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t like your tone!”

“Okona’s in there? He’s not even Starfleet! This is outrageous!” made me shout “NO!” at the screen like I was scolding my cat for scratching furniture. (She did not wake up that time.)

Best background joke: the neon sign at the dive bar advertising FREE SHOTS & BEERS. (Get it? Because they’re on a Federation starbase? Where nobody uses money?)

And of course Quark merchandised DS9.

This wasn’t just a standout episode of Lower Decks, this was a brilliant episode of Star Trek, period. The Dooplers, though extremely silly, are nevertheless also a clever sci-fi metaphor for real and relatable personal/interpersonal issues, and an effective plot catalyst for meaningful character growth from all four of our ensigns and the captain.

The jokes were hilarious, the action was kinetic, the A-, B-, and C-plots linked up thematically, the visuals were consistently and thoroughly gorgeous, the character beats—between Mariner and Boimler, Tendi and Rutherford, Mariner and Capt. Freeman—were all genuine, heartfelt and wholesome, and the references to other Trek canon were both deep and deeply affectionate.

Only 15 episodes in, and this series knows exactly what it is, exactly what it wants to do, and knows that it can knock our socks off doing it. Mike McMahan has said in recent interviews that the back half of S2 (and the apparently almost-fully-written S3) is a straight line uphill in quality from here—which surprised me at first, because McMahan seems like a pretty chill dude who doesn’t normally brag about his own work like that.

But then the Prophets sent me a vision of my space dad Ben Sisko, who reminded me of the words of 1930’s baseball player Dizzy Dean:

“If you can do it, it ain’t bragging.”

[Thanks to cygnus-x1.net for the screenshots this week—I was too lazy to do my own.]

[evolutionsvoid]

It is just as much as an enigma now as it was when it first appeared. There were no warnings, no signs of its coming. Just one day it drops out of the sky and right atop a bustling metropolitan area. It was so abrupt and bizarre that it actually caused delays in getting the military deployed. No one really believes you when you say a hundred foot dinosaur thing just showed up in the middle of the city and no one knows how. Every person contacted argued that it should have shown up on satellite, or that someone would have seen it coming. Nope to both, it just appeared. It stomped around the city, crushing traffic underfoot and punting small buildings left and right. It roared almost the entire time, just non-stop. There is no real good way to describe the sound, it was just the same short bark but it often had different inflections or emotions to it depending on the situation. Its movements were even weirder, very stiff and awkward, yet it was surprisingly fast and agile. It could jump hundreds of feet into the air, without hardly trying, yet it fell at different speeds, sometimes even floating like a falling leaf. As its rampage went on, the military finally appeared. Jets and helicopters rushed to the scene, the opening wave of attack as tanks and ground troops moved it. The first barrage of missiles did nothing, they burst across its flanks but its hide was pristine once the smoke cleared. Bullets almost bounced off of it, the only damage they caused was to its pride. It grew angry at the attacks, roaring and stomping defiantly towards the attackers. It became even more furious when the tanks unloaded on it. This was the breaking point, and it at last lashed out. It lurched forward with its mouth agape (well, more than usual) and let out a deafening "BWAAAAAH!" At first, everyone thought it was just another tantrum. The loud shout sure shook the landscape, but nothing immediately happened. A few seconds later, the reason for this scream appeared. A wave of force struck the streets before it, sweeping cars, tanks and troops off their feet and sending them flying through the air. It was like an explosion, but no one saw any fire, light or source for this power. The same thing happened again when it let out another "BWAAAH," though this time the effect happened a little faster. One second there is a line of heavily armored tanks, then the next has them tumbling down the street like scattered toys. It's explosive roar was unleashed upon the army, obliterating the ground troops and knocking the air force out of the sky. Officers wondered if it was some kind of sound-based weapon, but it worked so erratically and slowly that it made no sense. No one could get close to it, and none of our weapons left a scratch. It was then that talks of nuking it began. It was an insane decision, as it was dancing in the middle of a populated city, but the brass thought we could lure it to a more isolated place. Calls were made, higher ups were notified. Everyone was nervous and terrified, both of the seemingly indestructible beast and of the country-changing decision that was about to be made. The screens of televisions across the nation lit up, and the leader of it all stepped up to say some somber words. The speech began, and we all knew what the end result would be. Or, what it would have been, if the beast didn't suddenly let out a startled noise and vanish into the sky. Just as mysteriously as it came, it disappeared, leaving quite a lot of confusion in its place. No one really knew what to make of it, some even claimed it was a hoax. The carnage and destruction left behind, though, was clear evidence that this strange event did indeed occur. Every video of its appearance, attack and disappearance was thoroughly looked over, but no one could come up with any real answer. It dropped from the sky and then returned to it, despite it having no wings or any apparent source of propulsion. Its screaming weapon still could not be solved, so we had no way to counter it if it returned. Its bizarre movements and behavior appeared otherworldly, which led to the idea that this was some interdimensional creature. Perhaps it appeared and disappeared through portals, and used abilities beyond our understanding. A possible idea, but one that was in no way comforting. We were dealing with a menace beyond everything we knew, so how could we fight it? Things grew even more dire when it appeared again. And again. All we know is that it loves to drop into cities and cause havoc. No one has seen it eat, drink or do any other biological function except "destroy." It descends from the heavens, smashes the landscape and fights the military, then vanishes without a trace. Researchers around the world have been trying to deduce anything they can from its brief rampages, but there is very little to understand. There is, however, one interesting observation that may prove useful. The scientists are thinking that the beast may be fueled by solar power. All of its attacks have been during the day, which at first wasn't all that telling. When the darkness of night begins to creep in, the beast will leave shortly after. This would just suggest it was a diurnal creature, heading back to its cosmic den for a good night's sleep. Then the night attack came. Long after dark had fallen, the beast dropped down again but things were very different. Though it smashed and crashed as usual, its roars were much quieter and muffled. At times it seemed to suddenly stop and look about, as if worried of some kind of predator. It would go silent during these brief lookouts, then hesitantly return to stomping. The real bizarre change, though, was the beam of light that fell upon it. As if god was looking down upon it, a shaft of light fell from the heavens and illuminated the beast as it rampaged. No one could find the source, and it appeared to move with the creature as it strolled though the city. When it would suddenly stop for a quick look around, the light would snap off for the briefest of moments, then return as it resumed its destruction. Could this light, and the light from our sun, be powering it? Why else would it require such an energy source during its nighttime attacks? Is that why it retreats when night falls? But if it has the ability to summon this light, why not just turn it on when the sun goes down and continue with its mission? Why vanish at around 6pm, but then show back up later at around ten? There are many mysteries around this creature for sure, but humanity must solve them if we are to survive. Cities have been totaled, hundreds of lives have been lost and the sense of safety in our world has been shattered forever. The stakes in this fight are too high for us to give up. There is no time for playing around. This is a game we must win.     --------------------------------------------------- Kaijune needs some weird kaiju, so here we go! Pick one up today from your local dollar store!