#john wills

[tinynavajoreads]

Currently Reading: Red Dead Redemption: History, Myth, and Violence in the Video Game West edited by John Wills and Esther Wright

I'm on my last day on a family trip to Japan and it feels like the first day to fully slow down and just chill. It helps that my family is out exploring and I'm in the room alone cause my gut wasn't feeling to happy with me.

Anyway, seeing if I can finish up this book of essays on the Red Dead Redemption series by Rockstar Games. I got this at a library conference last year and just now getting around to reading it. I love playing RDR2 so when I saw this I knew I had to have the book! It's definitely fascinating to see what others things about the series and about RDR2 specifically, and I can still enjoy the game and the academic thoughts and essays surrounding the games as well.

[tremendously-crazy]

i was supposed to be cool and mysterious like sherlock holmes but instead I can't stop yapping about anything and everything that interests me in the slightest. like sherlock holmes

[laswells-ashtray]

One day, someone makes the mistake of mentioning Kate's wife when she's on the field and Gaz, Ghost and Soap expect her to be fine.

John knows better.

It takes John, Ghost, and Soap between them, with Gaz holding a hand over the guys mouth to stop Kate from genuinely being at risk of killing him. John actually lifts her off of the ground and walks out with her kicking and fighting to get out of his grip.

Ghost has to guard the door when he drags her out, Soap and Gaz can be heard getting a little hands-on with their interrogation. John’s grip on Kate is so tight that she'll undoubtedly bruise, but she'll forgive him when he stops her from losing her job.

"Kate- Kate, stop fucking- CALM DOWN- Think about it, it's a scare tactic. Sarah is at home with the cats, and she's fine, he wouldn't tell you about it if he wasn't going to touch her. She's alright."

"You don't fucking know that, you've seen the pictures, John. You know what he does to people-"

"Kate, calm down. Call her, phone Sarah right now and listen to her voice. She's fine, you'll be fine."

Even Simon has an undeniable picture of Laswell in her head. She's unshakeable, she's calm and she's fucking funny when she feels like it. But he's never seen this before, she's downright vicious and he can't help but watch with wide eyes as John grabs her phone out of her pocket and forces it into her hands. Can't help how his lip twitches into a frown that none of them can see as her voice shakes when she talks down the phone to her wife. How she slumps against Price and he holds her up, muttering quietly to her as her wife's voice speaks through the phone.

"She's fine. You're fine. He's a lying git, Kate. Nothing's going to happen to Sarah, you'd never allow it and neither would I. Hell, neither would Nik. The big bugger loves her."

Simon knows better than anyone that they're all human, despite all the rumours and the hero worship everyone gazes at them with. They're people. But sometimes even he forgets that Kate Laswell isn't a Station Chief, she's a woman with a wife at home and a group of cats that John likes laughing at pictures of. It's for that reason that he looks away, offers her the dignity of calming down in peace and slipping back into the Watcher persona without his eyes on her.

He pointedly ignores the grateful look John shoots him.

[serzperntblood]

I just want a military man to grab me and throw me over his shoulder so I can be his little housewife.

throwing food together, taking off his grimy sweaty military clothes after he comes back from deployment, fixing him that good ass dinner that I barely make for myself.

only want him to bend me over and make me feel pretty, please fill me with child???

[the-raindeer-king]

Safe

Based off this

Poly 141 (with a focus on Price x Gaz) Omegaverse, angsty with a happy ending! Enjoy my lovelies!

--- }I{ ---

Kyle can’t recall exactly when it started: this itch beneath his skin. Maybe it had always been there, dormant until the perfect moment. Or maybe it had just been a recent development, a side effect of his medication. Or maybe… no. He knows exactly when it started, and he knows exactly who’s to blame for it.

John Price.

Maybe blaming the alpha is unfair. He might not even know what he’s done specifically to upset Kyle, but the omega doubts that. Price doesn’t do anything unintentionally, and surely he’d have seen this coming when he built the team - the pack.

Using heat suppressants and scent blockers had always seemed like a good choice. Kyle didn’t want his secondary gender to get in the way of his job, didn’t want to be overlooked just because he was an omega. And he stands by this decision. He wouldn’t have made it this far in his career without those two prescriptions, and he doesn’t regret using them. He doesn’t regret using them…

Right? 

No. No. He doesn’t regret it. Being treated like a beta is what he wanted. Omegas tend to get overlooked in this field, shielded from anything considered “too difficult”. Sexist beliefs that society has clung to for far too long, and Kyle refused to let it stop him from doing what he wanted. So, then why does he feel like this? 

This bubbling, itching feeling beneath his skin, emotions he can’t name threatening to pull him out to sea, threatening to drown him if he doesn’t get a grip on himself. And all the doctor had to say was to stop using his suppressants. But Kyle already knows that won’t fix the problem. The only way to fix this is to bury himself in the scent of - 

“Gaz!” 

The hand on his shoulder makes the omega jolt in his seat, dragged out of his thoughts. He blinks, eyes darting around the empty meeting room before turning to look up at Price, worry written all over the alpha’s features. 

“You alright? You’ve been sitting here for almost five minutes,” Price asks, hand sliding from Gaz’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. 

Gaz immediately goes tense, fighting the urge to whine. Fighting the urge to lean into Price’s touch, the urge to submit to this feeling that sits below the surface of his skin. But there’s so many reasons why he can’t do that, and instead, he scrambles out of his seat, away from Price. 

“Sorry, sir. Just lost in thought,” Gaz replies, failing to hide the panic in his voice. But he’s out of the room long before Price can say anything else, missing the way the alpha watches him with a worried expression.

It’s in this scrambling panic that Kyle doesn’t realize where he’s going, how fast he’s moving, focused solely on putting space between himself and the aching feeling that always settles in him whenever he’s around Price. He ends up crashing into someone else, nearly knocking them both down if not for Ghost’s reflexes, the larger omega grunting as he catches Kyle. 

“Easy, Sargent,” he grunts, one arm wrapped around Kyle. 

The smaller omega shoves himself away from Ghost, who lets him go willingly. Whatever’s going on, pushing Kyle isn’t going to help. 

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” he forces out, running a hand over his face. 

“Ye don’t look fine,” Soap pipes up, peeking around Ghost with curiosity in his eyes. Both of the omegas are holding a pile of blankets in their arms, the scent of Price and Nik - the two alphas in the pack - heavy on the fabric. It makes Kyle’s nose twitch, and that whine starts to build up in the back of his throat again. 

He doesn’t understand how Soap and Ghost can both be just… fine with presenting as their secondary genders. Neither of them seem bothered by the prejudice or the expectations. It probably helps that they’re both built like a brickhouse. And while Kyle’s not dainty by any means, he’s built leaner than the other two omegas. 

“Do ye want us to go get Price?” Soap offers, taking a small step forward. The blankets in his arms shift, scent of the alphas filling the air between them, and Kyle’s hands curl into fists to stop himself from reaching out, from grabbing the blankets from Soap.  

“No!” Kyle snaps, harsher than he meant it to sound. For the first time in a couple of months, he’s grateful for his scent blockers. Otherwise, the hallway would reek of an omega in distress, and he can’t bear that kind of embarrassment right now. 

Taking in a deep breath, he exhales shakily before continuing, quieter now, “No. I don’t need…” Another sigh, a step backwards. “I’m fine. Think I’m gonna… go lay down.”

He’s already making his way back to his room before the other two can argue against it.

***

This feeling only grows worse over the next couple of weeks. He can’t be around Price or Nikolai very long, antsy and desperate. And he can’t be around Ghost or Soap either, territorial and snappy. It’s turning into a bigger problem than any of them care to admit, and Price is ready to put an end to it. 

“Careful, solnyshko, we do not want to push where we’re not wanted,” Nikolai croons as they settle for bed. Simon is settled between the two alpha, face pressed against Nikolai’s neck while Price rubs his back. It’s been a rough day for the omega, and he wanted comfort, despite the conversation going on around him. 

“He doesn’t have a bloody choice. Been disrespectful and bratty all fucking week,” Price shoots back. If it were up to him, they’d drag Kyle into their room and just force him to accept what his body wants. But they can’t risk him going feral. The omega’s already teetering on the edge of something, mentally and emotionally, and they don’t want to make it worse. 

“Hmm…” Nik hums for a moment before turning his attention to Simon, gently nudging the omega. When he gets a grumble in response, he asks softly, “What do you think, zaychik?”

“Think you need to ease ‘im into it,” Simon mumbles out, leaning back just enough to look at Nikolai. The omega blinks slowly, sleep pulling at him. He yawns softly, before adding, “Or jus’ hold ‘im down. I don’t fucking know.” 

Nik huffs softly in amusement, running a hand through Simon’s hair, nails scratching against the omega’s scalp. He lets out a rumble of approval at the way Simon melts against him. “We will not be holding anyone down,” he says, although the alpha would be lying if he didn’t admit that the idea was tempting. “Gaz is our packmate. We will respect him.” 

Price snorts, settling down in bed behind Simon, one arm slung over the omega. “Better off bending him over my knee. Teach him some manners,” he huffs, swatting at Nikolai when he pinches him. 

“I’ll bend you over my knee,” Nikolai threatens, but there’s a lightness to his tone that makes Price laugh, tension bleeding out of the room as the two alphas relax into the bed. There will be time to worry about this in the morning, to figure out how to help Kyle whether he wants it or not. 

***

It starts simple. Blankets left at Kyle’s barrack door, saturated in Price or Nikolai’s scent. Sometimes both. Sometimes with Ghost or Soap’s as well. At some point, someone sneaks in a giant teddy bear, but it has all four scents on it and it’s impossible to figure out who did it. Not that it really matters. Kyle’s finally starting to put together a proper nest, and it helps soothe the itching beneath his skin. 

He’s been going without his scent blockers for the last week as well, a small attempt to help. And when he can’t find them, seemingly having gone missing from his room, he decides that maybe it’s for the best, unaware that his naturally sweet scent is driving all four of his packmates crazy.

However, the itch doesn’t go away. After a few days, it only seems to get worse. He has to stop himself from snarling every time he sees Ghost cuddled up to Price, or Soap receiving affection from Nikolai. It’s so bad that sometimes he gets upset seeing Soap and Ghost scent each other. There’s no way that they’re all intentionally displaying more affection in front of him, but it certainly feels that way and Kyle’s not sure how much more of this he can handle. 

Lucky for Kyle, he doesn’t have to wait very long. 

Recruits. Stupid, idiotic, bloody recruits. Too fresh faced to really understand what they’re signing up for; cocky morons with veins full of hormones and a head full of idealistic heroics. And somehow (thanks to Ghost), Gaz is stuck watching over training. He shouldn’t have agreed, but something about being called ‘Price’s favorite’ had him feeling far more agreeable than it should’ve. 

One of them, an alpha who’s name Gaz can’t bother to remember, is being a showoff, flexing at any given opportunity and puffing his chest out, showing off for the omega Sargent. It’s obnoxious, watching how hard he’s trying to impress Gaz, and it’s kind of funny how uninterested Gaz is. 

There’s only two alphas that Gaz is interested in, and he can feel the weight of Price’s stare from here. 

“Sargent Garrick!” Private Show-off calls, missing the way Gaz tenses up as he approaches. The private smiles, scent heavy in the air between them. While it’s not a bad scent, it still makes Gaz scrunch his nose up.

Everything happens quicker than Gaz can process it. The recruit’s hand reached out for him, something about fuzz on his uniform, and Gaz is swinging his leg around, knocking the recruit’s feet out from underneath him, snarling and snapping until - 

“Garrick!”

Price grabs him by the back of his shirt, yanking him away from the recruit. The alpha snaps orders at all of them, but Gaz can’t hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears, and it’s not until Price gives him a rough shake that he realizes he’s even talking to him. 

“My office. Now.”

The walk there is silent, save for the sound of their boots against the floor. It’s been a while since Gaz has been reprimanded, usually on his best behavior while they’re on base. It’s really just a bunch of technical, bureaucratic bullshit, but he knows the song and dance and can play it well. Usually. 

For a moment, Price doesn’t say anything, just stares with a clenched jaw and stern expression. Without a word, he grabs Gaz by the arm, dragging the omega to the couch in the corner. It’s warm, a blanket forgotten by one the other omegas draped over the arm. And Gaz doesn’t fight it when Price manhandles him into his lap, face shoved against the alpha’s neck. 

“Don’t know what’s gotten into you,” Price mutters, one hand holding Gaz’s head, the other splayed across the omega’s lower back. “You’re better than this.”

Kyle wants to snap at him, scream that it’s the alpha’s fault. That he wouldn’t feel like this if Price would just stop. But… that’s not really the issue here is it. Whatever’s wrong, it’s all with Kyle. Suppressed instincts and hormones and heats - it’s all dying to come out, safe in the hands of Price and Nikolai. If Kyle would just let it happen. 

The omega sighs softly, practically melting into Price’s embrace. He nuzzles his face against the alpha’s neck, taking in a deep breath of Price’s scent, something warm and smokey and quintessentially Price. 

“... been fighting my instincts, sir,” Kyle admits quietly. Growing up as an omega had its own drawbacks, but being a male omega seemed to make it twice as hard. Yet another reason Kyle had been so insistent on taking his suppressants. But now? Now he just wants to stop, wants to willingly fall into Price’s arms, trusting the alpha will catch him. 

“Don’t have to do that anymore. Not with me, or Nik, or the others,” Price reassures him, his hand slowly sliding up and down Kyle’s back. “You’re safe here. With us.”

Kyle whimpers quietly, trembling, but he knows he’s safe. Knows that whatever baby steps the pack will have to take before he’s ready to fully integrate, they’re all more than willing to work with him. And he knows that in due time, when he stops taking his suppressants, when he has his first heat in years, there will be two alphas and two omegas more than willing to help him through it.

[transholmes]

Perhaps I'm late to this discovery but the old Soviet adaption of Sherlock Holmes with Vasily Livanov and Holmes and Vitaly Solomin as Watson are on youtube, with English subtitles. If you love the original ACD stories and/or Granada's adaption, do yourself a favour and watch these. Livanov's Holmes is gentle and brilliant, and Solomin's Watson is absolute perfection as his companion.

We even get a dramatized version of their first meeting, with a few alterations, though instead of the case from A Study in Scarlet they have attached it to The Speckled Band. And Watson's investigation of his unhinged new room mate is A+.

[pricetagged]

the hand that feeds

For someone married to his job, he has put quite a bit of thought into what he is looking for in a wife. Namely, that she's already married.

Ficlet/ Drabble series. Obsessive/possesive John manipulates and sabotages your marriage so that he can steal you for himself 💖🖤

Content: MDNI, dark, stalking, voyeurism, manipulation

Updates random as I have time.

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Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

More parts

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thanks to the amazing @/bi-writes for the title. I had so many good suggestions ('something borrowed' came a close second btw) but this one won out in the end.

[lambmotifz]

thinking about this scene and how 2009 dean is appalled at his future self’s actions (“you just shot a guy in cold blood.”)

also thinking about how in 2.09 croatoan dean was ready to shoot duane…and sam’s desperate “you might kill an innocent man, and you don’t even care! you don’t act like yourself anymore, dean.” and dean went to shoot duane and changed his mind at the last moment. which is a direct parallel to 2.03 bloodlust, when dean wanted to kill all the vampires, but because sam begged him not to, he didn’t

sam is canonically the only person who can pull dean away from identifying as a ruthless killer. 2014 dean lost his sam & fully gave in to his violent side

[smallenoughtopurr]

John Kramer either had no idea that the Angry Twink and the Repressed Dilf he kidnapped were going to get gay and recreate the Titanic together or he knew EXACTLY how they'd act around each other and I don't know which interpretation is funnier.

[tinynavajoreads]

Tiny Navajo Reads: Red Dead Redemption: History, Myth, and Violence in the Video Game West

This is the last day of the year and this is my last review of the year! We have made it through another year and most of us are prepping for the year to come. I hope it to be much less exciting year to come. I’m very tired living in exciting times. I would like for there to be less exciting times. But, we shall persevere and continue moving forward! Red Dead Redemption: History, Myth, and…

[megatronusprimedecal]

"Aren't you tired of being treated like we're nothing?"

Transformers One (2024)

[lologoinsolo]

Cats and Their Men Masterlist

Bailey’s definitely the most curious out of the four, finds ways to escape and holes to climb through. Marina’s the boss despite her age but extremely cuddly with [redacted]. And yes she can be spicy but Marina will always give a nice grooming over where she bit. Granted Louis is the oldest out of the 4, he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body when those 3 play rough with him. He’s a calm, old boy but he can give a firm hiss when those 3 take it too far. (“He’s not that old. Stop telling everyone my boy’s old.”) [redacted] is [cannot say because we have yet to meet this one].

Literally the 141 with their cats after each of them (EXCEPT Johnny) spent a day with their felines (Johnny literally [blank] [blank] his cat, he would die on the spot for his cat):

[cod-dump]

*Soap and Ghost sneaking in a room they’re not supposed to be in*

Soap: *knocks something over, making a loud noise*

Soap: Fuck!

Ghost, covering his mouth: SHH

*silence*

Soap, slowly removing Ghost’s hand: You think anyone heard us?

Price: MACTAVISH ARE YOU IN THERE?

Ghost, quietly: He heard you

Price: MACTAVISH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! IS GHOST IN THERE WITH YOU?

Ghost: *stares at Soap*

Soap: … Just me, Cap!

Ghost, in a low voice: Good boy

Soap:

[fipindustries]

some comments on my second read of the locked tomb trilogy.

*it truly cant be said that you have actually read these books until youve read them twice. suddenly the whole experience is much more seamless, so many things make much more sense. now you can actually follow along what the hell is going on and appreciatte the characters for who they are.

*cytherea really did dulcinea dirty. i didnt notice the first time around but now on a re-read i can see how she played her as this hapless, subtly bitter, seductive nimphette. a picturesque wasting waif who all she can do is philosophise about how unfair her life is. and then you go to the second book and you see how proactive, mischevious and likeable in an honest way the real dulcinea is and you realize cythereas was being either lazy or kind of a bitch

*john comes off as so much more clearly an asshole in everything he says and does. specially in the fact that he obviously goes to great lengths not to admit to himself that he is an asshole.

*there are SO MANY fucking nods and clues and foreshadows of what is going to happen in the following books that its ridiculous, gideon talks about doing friendship bracelets in book one

*going slower through gideon's and ianthe's interaction in book two you can see much more clearly how they would end up as genuine friends by the end of book three. yeah they are squabbling but they are clearly having so much fun even though they wont admit it. gideon genuenly appreciates ianthe's jokes at least twice and they actually form a little bit of a bond shittalking other people and commiscerating over the fact that harrow is not interested in them romantically. i think guideon is impressed that ianthe is not just a snob or a prissy princess or a nerd and that she actually has a sense of humor that is actually very similar to hers and a genuine grit and willingness to get her hands dirty. but also is fucking hilarious that ianthe was actually fucking with harrow when she acted like she couldnt see the bodies harrow was seeing

*i can also see much more clearly how ianthe was kind of justified in saving john, yes a bit part of the equation was her wanting power and being in good standing with the god emperor but also i think she was genuenly concerned when mercy "killed" john and they told her that the entire dominicus system was about to die because of that. i think ianthe is not an idiot and she is capable of thinking longer term than we think.

*this time around i could actually follow the absolute batshit insane mess that was john and alecto and mercy and gideon 1 and pyrrah and guideon 2 that ends with "harrow" having guideon's eyes that were actually alecto's that were actually john. jesus.

[gayghostrights]

John asks Arthur to describe Ride Him, Cowboy to him because he never got the chance to see a film, and the longer Arthur talks about it the more clear it becomes that he only saw it four times because he thinks John Wayne in hot

[the-witchhunter]

Main reason Danny doesn’t have to do anything about John’s soul situation

John met God in the form of a dog named Tom who cleared it up, Satan can’t take his soul

Yes this is real, yes this is Canon