#karen strikes again

[fluffywings13]

Archive Of Our Own Account Suspended for 30 days.

Just what I fucking needed.

This is why my account is suspended. No actual commerce mentioned but it sounds "commercial in nature" I could see if I'd mentioned the GoFundMe on their site, but alas, it was not, so it was seen on tumblr and they still catered to Karen by instead stating "the following content is commercial in nature"..

So, if any of my readers are here that are buddies on AO3, please bear with me.

(ALSO THE "COMMERICAL IN NATURE" CONTENT WAS POSTED IN JANUARY, IM BANNED UNTIL JUNE 14, SO 4 MONTHS AFTER THE FACT)

May move back to Fanfiction.net permanently but we'll see.

[bigfootsmom]

harold, they’re mermaids!

[yams-here]

#TheBirdAndTheBeeStrikeAgain

part 2

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[loneswaggingranger]

Look, no one is saying we should abolish usage of AI, alright? No one is turning a blind eye to all the ways AI can help better the lives of humans and how advanced technology can be. But when AI is being used to take over the essence of humanity, the intellectual and creative minds of our people - that makes it abhorrent. When big corporations are using AI to fuck over the little guy, that makes it abhorrent. The use of AI needs to be regulated so it doesn't get misused and we all know governments are slow to enact laws.

All WGA workers are asking for is basic regulation so our stories don't just become cliquey bullshit some robot made based of some algorithm. Some protection for the writers who are the heart and soul of storytelling in television. Because you can have a robot write a script; but that script will have meant nothing to anybody. It is a lifeless dull regurgitation of the things that makes us human.

So this strike is setting a precedent, and an example for workers in other fields that may well face the same issue in the future; it's making sure that usage of AI is regulated fairly, and workers don't get fucked over by corporations. It's a fight that's worth standing for.

[nururu]

this made me scream 😭😭😭😭😭

[sesamestreep]

hi hello please tell me about the "florence nightingale effect" WIP and also "this is OUT OF HAND, you monster"

florence nightingale effect: talked about here ❤️‍🔥✨

this is out of hand, you monster: super short and sweet explanation for this one! It’s just my doc for collecting Matt POV snippets from The West Wing AU! Originally that series was supposed to be entirely Foggy POV (for some reason that I have obviously forgotten ??) and then I started randomly writing parts from Matt’s perspective and got attached to a few of them. So, those will be coming up in the series [waves hand vaguely] …eventually…??

Here’s an excerpt from an entry in that series that started its life as part of a prompt fill and then became its own thing because it got out of hand (and the prompt fill eventually became this, so all’s well that ends well and also ‘I Think He Knows’ remains a thirst jam for the ages, thanks for coming to my TEDtalk):

“He deserves better.” “Oh, fuck what he ‘deserves’. I hate that,” she says, with real vitriol. “Once you start believing that some people deserve to be happy, you have to decide others don’t, and that’s the end of civilization right there. People don’t ‘deserve�� to get sick, or get divorced, or get killed. And everyone deserves to be happy, to feel safe, to know love and freedom and equality. Everybody. So, it’s not a matter of what he ‘deserves’, Matt. It’s about what he wants and whether you can give him that. I think you can, but it’s not up to me. That’s your choice to make.” Matt can’t help the smile that overtakes his face. “Karen, don’t take this the wrong way, but have you ever considered running for office?” “Shut up.” “I’m serious,” he says. “That was a good speech!” “Well, I learned from the best,” she says, patting his arm.

ask me about a wip title from this list and I’ll tell you what it is and maybe share an excerpt 👻💜

[aquintillionhyperboles]

i love wasting my time

[johanna-swann]

I actually have sooo many issues with 911 lately that haven't even got much to do with any ships.

Like. They wrote out almost all of the side characters. Chris is gone, Linda and Sue are gone, Athena's kids are gone (even though Harry just moved in with her and Bobby again? Seriously, where is Harry?), Ravi is gone, Carla is gone. I know the GA maybe don't care that much, casual viewers might not even have noticed that this many characters have just vanished from the show, but in my opinion this is one of the things that give a show running as long as 911 life. Having a big cast is a good thing. Otherwise things are going to get very monotonous very soon.

Actually, that's my second point. They keep repeating storylines! Every season Hen and Karen have to fight a custody battle over one of their kids.

Every season Eddie ends up realising he has a lot of repressed trauma and issues which keep him from leading a healthy happy and free life.

Every season Bathena realise that they have communication issues and they fight about it, but then something traumatic happens and they forgive each other without ever really talking things out.

Every season we are reminded that Maddie's most prominent character trait is "traumatised", the writers just alternatingly bring up Doug again and sometimes the ppd arc.

Every season we see Buck being somewhat restless, looking and searching for something that will bring him true happiness and cycling through love interests that never stick around and each time when you think "oh, there it is, he's getting somewhere now" the writers go "BEEEP! WRONG!" and we start all over again. [This is not just about recent events aka Tommy, the break-up and Buck potentially going back to his 1.0 ways, this also happened in season 6 when he had his "it doesn't matter what other people see in me, I'm enough" revelation only to suddenly be like "omg, Natalia just sees me".]

And Chimney- he had his moment last season with the wedding episode, Kenneth Choi really ate that episode up, but his most prominent character trait is "Maddie's supportive husband". There's really not that much going on with him otherwise.

Another point I briefly touched upon above is consistency. Like Harry moving back in with Athena and Bobby and then just vanishing. Or Gerrard being more like a slightly unfriendly grandpa than an actual antagonist in season 8 when he was still spouting slurs in season 7.

And the timeline! We talked about this before ("last March", Mara's fostering to adoption timeline, Tommy tranferring to harbour "5 years ago"), but the newest "Tommy was actually Abby's Tommy" twist just adds to that. Tommy was with Abby for over 2 years. They were engaged. This was at a time when he was still at the 118. Tommy dated Abby presumably because he was in denial or maybe because he was hiding. In either case, wouldn't his team at least have heard about his fiancée, Abby the dispatcher? Wouldn't that have rung a bell when Buck eventually brought her around only a year or two later? Tommy did talk about his private life at least a little at work, even under Gerrard. It just doesn't make sense. (Not to mention this seems wildly out of character for Tommy who around the same time also said about himself "being single is easier".)

Then there's the pacing. This was a huge issue in season 7. They jumped from one personal soap opera drama to the next without taking any breathers, had almost no procedural in their drama the whole season, still somehow decided to spend one third of the entire season just on the opening disaster and also squeezed in a "Bobby begins for the third time now" episode. But okay, it was a shortened season, there were strikes, they switched networks, they were under a lot of pressure - I'll cut them some slack. At least they set up a bunch of interesting stuff for the following season.

But we're in season 8 now. The renewal was announced very early, they had a lot of time to plan this time. Also they have almost double the episodes they had last season, there's really no need to rush any of the major plots. I am done cutting them slack.

They wanna do a 3 part opening disaster again? Okay fine, you have the time now. I feel like they could've easily done it in 2 episodes (especially 8x02 felt a little "eh"), but okay. Better than the breakneck speed you were going at befo- Oh, what's that? 8x04 flying in with a steel chair. You resolved 70% percent of the plots you set up last season in one single episode with no build up, no emotional pay off and no lasting consequences? And you also squeezed in multiple unrelated calls at the same time? Damn, okay then. Good-bye potentially interesting storylines. Fuck me for being invested I guess. I thought there would at least maybe be some follow up in 8x05, but no.

Now that Halloween episode wasn't bad, it was actually the best episode of this season imo, but instead of following up on previously established conflicts and developments they just hit us with new Wilson family trauma and conflict that was also immediately fixed again. And now 8x06 has speedrun and dumped another storyline that had potential to go to deeper and interesting places. Not gonna talk too much about that though because this post is about the show as a whole, not ships.

And I am not yet convinced that there will be much more to come on the only thing that's left from last season: Eddie's deep dive into his trauma and repression. It's totally possible at this point that being told "you deserve nice things" by a random stranger actually solved all of his problems, it would be very in tone with 911's new style.

What are they even gonna do with the rest of this season? Revisiting the Hotshots set sounds fun, but ultimately inconsequential. You know what's great about a regular old procedural drama with ~20 episodes per season that comes on weekly? You have time. You can let the viewers sit with their emotions and thoughts for a week and keep them engaged by stretching things out a little.

But why should I bother getting emotionally invested in problems the characters are gonna solve within the same episode anyway? Or rather, even if I wanted to, how am I supposed to care if you don't give me the time to develop any feelings about anything that's happening? "Henren lost in court and are now completely forbidden from seeing Mara at all!" Damn, that must be so har- "JUST KIDDING! Ortiz is exposed and everything is perfect again now." Oh. Okay then, I guess.

Bottom line: The characters are all stuck in their own hamster wheels, they keep cutting side characters that could bring a breeze of fresh air (I'm honestly surprised they even kept Josh until now), they rush through all the storylines a such a ridiculous speed that I don't even have time to feel any sort of way about it, they don't even try to keep a consistency or sensible timeline going and they seem to strongly prioritise random funny bits that'll entertain the very casual viewers right now in this moment (tiger call, Billy Boils, Bee-nado, the 'Stache tm, "wait, it's the same Abby?", Gerrard being a fangirl at heart) instead of playing the long game and catering to people who actually pay a little attention to the show.

[On that last remark: I'm not talking about hardcore fans who analyse every single frame here, I mean casual fans who've watched the show on and off again for a while and who may not be involved in fandom but genuinely care about the show.]

I mean. What am I even still doing here? The show is treading water and I end up disappointed more often than not. I'm still holding out a little hope that they actually will do something interesting with Eddie and his sea-monkeys, but I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.

[meangirls-imagines]

Regina's Protector

WARNINGS: none, fluff, a lil violence (you slap cady), protective reader

cady heron.

the bane of y/n y/l/n's existence. 

you see, y/n had a reputation for being nice and friendly to everyone at north shore. that's why she balanced her girlfriend regina out so well. regina was the fire and y/n was the ice. the two had started dating early in their freshman year and quickly became the school's power couple.

the two were very protective of each other, regina lashing out more than y/n most of the time, but there had been a few of times that everyone witnessed just how protective y/n can be. (just ask shane or aaron or jake). 

enter cady heron. the new girl of junior year. this is where things take a turn.

y/n had a bad feeling about the redhead the first time she met her. especially when she caught a glimpse of her hanging out with janis. the bad feeling increased the first day they were in class together and cady began staring at her with heart eyes.

regina knew y/n wouldn't cheat on her. they were obsessed with each other, but the more cady hang out with their group, the more she noticed cady staring at her girlfriend. maybe y/n was right about this bad feeling about the girl. but, regina couldn't jump to conclusions just yet, she wanted to wait it out.

well, waiting it out was an awful idea on regina's part. 

shit went downhill very, very quickly. 

after cady continued to send heart eyes to y/n, regina had enough and became extra possessive of her girlfriend. cady wasn't backing down however, becoming more of a bitch as the days went on. she began to say sly remarks to y/n about regina, like how she was only with y/n for popularity and status. 

then the comments got bitchier. 

"you know, i thought i saw regina getting a little too close to shane again, you might wanna check your girlfriend, y/n."

"i heard regina is going around gloating about how she's only using you for sex."

y/n was a very small strike away from snapping. she knew the comments were affecting regina more than she let on and the fact that cady continued to make them, pissed y/n off to another degree. the day that y/n snapped, no one was expecting it.

y/n's friend chris was throwing a party at his house so her and regina were going together. it was a pool party so regina made sure to pick y/n's favorite of her bikinis to show off to her girlfriend. when they got to the party, they found karen, gretchen, and unfortunately cady. y/n set off to get her and regina drinks, kissing the girl softly before beginning her search.

after getting herself a beer and regina something fruity, she turned and saw cady looking at her, biting her lip. "can i help you with something cady?" the redhead shook her head. "just wanted to talk. you look really hot y/n." 

y/n rolled her eyes and set back to find her girlfriend. cady followed after the girl. "why are you with regina? you could do so much better than her." y/n stopped in her tracks, turning to cady. "excuse me?" cady shrugged. "i mean, you could go for someone skinnier, i see regina has put on a few extra pounds lately."

the next few seconds happened very quickly.

the drinks were dropped and y/n slapped cady right across the face. she began to spew off insults at the redhead. luckily, chris was near by and pulled y/n away before more damage could be done.

kicking cady out, he led y/n back to where the plastics were sunbathing, explaining what happened while making y/n sit on regina's sun lounger. the blonde immediately pulled y/n closer to her, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down. 

karen and gretchen joined in on the hug, y/n smiling at the two. chris walked off, allowing the girls to have some privacy. 

regina and y/n decided to leave shortly after, regina wanting to get y/n to destress. karen and gretchen hugged the two, promising to be over later and the couple left.

once back at regina's house, the blonde changed into comfier clothes, pulling some out for y/n. the girl took them, pecked regina on the lips and went to change. the two laid in bed, netflix playing gently in the background. regina leaned up to kiss y/n's cheek.

"thank you for standing up for me baby. i appreciate it." y/n kissed the blonde's forehead, rubbing her arm. "of course baby. i wasn't going to let her talk about you like that." regina smiled and softly kissed y/n. "i'm so glad i have you baby." y/n smiled. "well, you'll have me for a very long time then baby. i don't plan on going anywhere."

regina smirked. "good. i intend on keeping you forever." 

[libbytwq]

ough i lovf drawinggg passes away

closeups below cut

me as the mouse in the play i was in!!! set strike was today now i will never be the mouse again </3 (i was in alice in wonderland btw)

meme redraw suggested by @nxva-blogz lmaooooo

fanart of smgl:e and @tiredsmashbros's tsb, based on a super cool fanfic written by @briandraws. LET THEM KILL PEOPLE PLEASE ty

yuriiiiiii

whats that on karen's cheek?? ...............nothing :3

gay asses. anyway

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

I Can't Say Part 3 (Finale)

Summary: Everyone is waiting for Reader to wake up after surgery. Eddie finds out what has been causing her behavior and as soon as she wakes up he apologizes for doubting her. She knows she'll never lose him again after what he does next.

TW/CW: Eddie Diaz x Reader, Make Up, Injured Reader, Hospital Setting

Requested?: No   

Word Count: 3,194

A/N: Our grand total of words for this trilogy is 11,325… I’m ngl was kinda stuck on how I’d get from break up to make up but then I was rewatching season 2 the other night and well… Earthquake it is. Anyways, hope you enjoy the read! Love to all! Requests are Open!

Part 1

Part 2

--- Third Person POV --- 

Hours later, the team has been given the go ahead to go home but every one of them is heading to the hospital in hopes of seeing (Y/N). Hen cleared it with Bobby first but decided it was best if she stayed with Eddie who has been pacing the waiting room the entire time since they sent (Y/N) back. She had sent messages to everyone she could think of, letting them know which hospital they’re at and keeping them updated. Unfortunately, the phones have only just now been able to start working again. Her phone begins exploding with notifications. Carla is bringing Chris as well as a change of clothes for Eddie. Athena says she and the kids are on the way but stopping for coffee and snacks. Karen confirms she’s getting Denny and Mara in the car now with a change of clothes for Hen. Maddie and Jee are on their way too. Every single person that Hen texted, responds except for the 118 members, Talia, and Tommy who all changed out of their gear as soon as they got to the station and piled into Bobby’s truck and Buck’s Jeep. 

Those who responded all trickle in with Athena, May, and Harry bringing up the rear as they drop several bags of snacks and a couple gallons of cold brew on the coffee table that everyone has gathered around. Carla and Chris have convinced Eddie, who is now nursing a cup of cold brew, to sit down and are posted on either side of him, Carla rubbing his back and Chris holding his hand tightly. Karen and Hen are playing patty cake with Jee while Maddie begs the nursing staff for an update. Harry, Denny, and Mara are quietly discussing some video game while they snack. Athena and May share a look before they make their way over to Maddie and gently tug her back to the group. It seems everyone lets out a breath they had been holding when the group of firefighters step through the glass doors. The waiting room is brought to life as everyone greets each other. Eddie on the other hand is rooted to his seat and staring at the floor. 

Just as Bobby is about to place his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, the doctor enters the waiting room. Everyone waits with bated breath as he approaches them, Talia and Eddie both rushing to meet him. He looks around at the rather large group before chuckling, “You’re all here for (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Several in the group nod so he continues, “Good. She’s out of surgery. It was a little touch and go but she’s stable. The anesthesia will wear off soon but, due to the amount of blood she lost, it may take her some time to wake up. Once we get her settled into a room, I’ll let you all know.” Everyone nods in understanding and releases the breath they were holding. A few of them thank the doctor as he walks away. Eddie drops back into a chair, laying his head back against the wall, and grabs hold of Christopher’s hand again. Talia is pulls Tommy away from the group to ask him what’s going on between (Y/N) and Eddie, soon finding herself in tears upon hearing the news. Tommy pulls her into a tight hug, hating that he had to break it to her. The others strike up conversations to pass the time. 

A short while later, the doctor returns to the group, “She’s in a room. Anesthesia should be worn off but as I explained earlier, she’s not awake yet. That being said, you can see her now but you’ll have to take turns. I don’t want more than two or three in there at a time. You can find her in room A204.” As he departs, Eddie kisses the top of Christopher’s head and heads to her room.  

Everyone else has their eyes on Talia who hasn’t moved a muscle. Tommy places his hand on her shoulder, “Go.” She looks up at him and around the group with uncertainty but with a nod from Bobby she’s off toward the room as well. 

When Talia enters the room, Eddie is sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the bed from the door. He is holding (Y/N)’s hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, and mumbling under his breath, “(Y/N) please, you gotta wake up for me.” She takes a seat on the other side of the bed and the room falls silent aside from the steady beep of the heart monitor. 

A few moments pass before he clears his throat, “If it weren’t for you, she- she wouldn’t be alive right now.” 

Fresh tears paint her cheeks as she looks down at her lap, “If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.” 

He looks at her, head titled, “What do you mean?” 

“If it weren’t for me, the love of her life wouldn’t have broken up with her, she wouldn’t have been in that therapy office, and she wouldn’t have been run through with rebar,” she admits, struggling to get the words out through her tears. He is immensely confused at first but she clarifies before he can ask, “A few weeks ago I called her because I needed someone to keep me from hurting myself. She came no questions asked. She’s been stopping by to check on me a lot. She always answers the phone when I need her. Selfishly, I made her promise not to tell anyone because I didn’t want my team finding out.” Eddie’s heart breaks as he realizes but she continues, “If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t be in this mess.” 

He reaches his hand across the bed for Talia’s who hesitantly takes it. He looks her dead in the eyes, “You cannot blame yourself for any of this. You did the best thing you could which was ask for help when you needed it. You don’t know where she would’ve been if not in that office with you. It could- it could’ve been much worse.” He pauses for a moment, looking back at (Y/N), “I wish I would’ve just believed and trusted her when she said she had a good reason.” 

Talia wipes her tears away; she still feels terrible about everything but knows (Y/N) would’ve told her the same exact thing that Eddie did. She squeezes his hand gently, “I know I’m not around you and the rest of her new family that much but I’ve heard a lot about everyone.” He looks up at her and she continues, “I’ve heard more about you and Chris than anyone else. She always has a blindingly bright smile on her face when she tells me about you two and I know without a shadow of a doubt that she loves you more than life itself.” Eddie nods as Talia squeezes his hand once more before dropping it and standing up to leave. Before she opens the door, she stops and looks back at him, “She still does. She wouldn’t hesitate for a second to take you back. Hell, I don’t even think she even let you go.”  

Eddie kisses (Y/N) knuckles as Talia leaves, “I don’t deserve it but I hope to god you can forgive me for being so stupid...” 

It’s not long before the door opens again, this time by Buck and Tommy. Eddie does his best to slap on a smile when he sees Chris right behind them. He watches his son take the seat Talia had been in previously and grab hold of (Y/N)’s hand, “Is she gonna be okay?” he asks hopefully looking up at his father.  

Eddie nods reassuringly, “Yeah, she’s just sleeping so her body can recover.” 

Chris nods and looks down at where his hand meets hers, “Where’s her bracelet?” 

“They had to take it off so it wouldn’t get messed up during the surgery and recovery,” Eddie responds. In his peripheral, he sees Buck and Tommy patiently waiting their turn. 

Chris seems deep in thought for a few seconds before stating, “She’s gonna kick their asses when she finds out. I gotta fix it.” With this, he gets up and exits the room on a mission. Buck goes after him, motioning for Eddie to stay put. 

It’s quiet again as Eddie and Tommy listen to the steady beep of her heart. Finally, Tommy takes a seat. Eddie makes eye contact with him, “I’m sorry. Talia told me everything. I know I fucked up and I know she means the world to you.” 

Tommy looks over at (Y/N) face and reaches up to brush her hair out of her eyes as he thinks. Taking a deep breath, he responds, “Just promise me that the next time you think about doing something stupid, we hit the mat first so I can knock some sense into you.” 

Eddie chuckles, nodding, “I will.” It’s quiet again while Eddie debates with himself before finally pulling something out of his pocket and handing it to Tommy, “Does this count as something stupid?” 

Tommy looks down at the ring box in his hand as his smile grows. After opening it, he answers, “Never in a million years.” He closes the box and hands it back to Eddie, “But you should know that Buck was looking forward to helping you pick it out. He’s gonna be heart broken.” 

Eddie puts the box back in his pocket, “Technically, he did help me pick it out. Whether he remembers that or not is a different story.” 

Tommy knits his brows together in confusion, “What?” 

Eddie smiles, “I went with him when he bought you that bracelet a while back. He was looking through the cases while we waited on them to bag it up. I was zoned out thinking about (Y/N) when he slapped me on the shoulder and very excitedly pointed at a specific ring saying, ‘(Y/N) would love this one!’” 

Tommy shakes his head chuckling, “So, you bought it?” 

Eddie shrugs, “Not right then but after a few days of constantly thinking about it, I had to.” Tommy laughs but Eddie’s face drops. At the tilt of Tommy’s head, Eddie adds, “I held onto it, trying to find the right time to ask her but then she started acting weird and...” 

Tommy sighs, “You still have it though. You didn’t let her go.” 

Eddie shakes his head, “I couldn’t. I broke up with her because I was scared of getting hurt but it hurt so much more to do so. I thought maybe if I just distanced myself from her for a while that it would stop but if anything, it got worse.” He takes a deep breath, “I just hope she’ll forgive me because I don’t know how much longer I can take this ring burning a hole in my pocket.” 

Tommy nods, “She will. She’ll do it in a heartbeat but then you gotta nut up and give her that ring.” 

Eddie smiles, “Would it be too much to ask her to forgive me and marry me in the same conversation?” 

Tommy shakes his head violently, “Absolutely not.” 

Eddie laughs, “Good.” 

Over the next few hours, people come and go. Everyone gets their own turn of checking on her and reassuring Eddie that she’ll be okay. Finally, with only Eddie in the room, she stirs. She squints up at the ceiling as she tries to process where she is. The sound of her moving her head to look around alerts Eddie who jerks up from where he lays on her arm, “Hey, you’re okay. You’re in the hospital.” 

She nods, trying to speak but her mouth is dry. Eddie hands her the bottle of water, Carla had brought him earlier, from the side table that and helps her take a few sips. When she pulls away, he sets the bottle back down on the table and brushes her hair from her face, “How are you feeling?” 

She stares at him for a few seconds before whispering, “I’m just glad you’re here.” 

He kisses her knuckles, “Of course I am, baby. I love you so much and I’m so sorry I doubted you.” The confusion on her face prompts him to add, “Talia told me what happened. I can’t believe I ever thought you’d do something like that. I should’ve known you had a good reason.” She smiles softly but he still feels the need to ask, “Will you forgive me?”  

She nods immediately, “Of course.” Out of habit she reaches to fidget with her bracelet but finds it missing, “I’m gonna kick someone’s ass.” 

Eddie laughs heartily, “Chris said you would.”  

She reaches up to cup his cheek, “I love you.” 

He leans into her touch, “I love you too.” 

The moment is interrupted when the door opens again but both are immediately delighted to see Carla opening the door for Chris who is overjoyed to see (Y/N) awake. He takes a seat as Carla waves with a smile before closing the door to give the small family a moment. With one hand, Chris reaches over and takes (Y/N)’s left wrist and wraps her bracelet back where it belongs with the other. She smiles brightly but Eddie is suspicious, “Chris, did you pester the nursing staff for that.” 

He grins proudly, “Yup, I told them my step mom would kick their butts if they didn’t give it to me.” 

Eddie and (Y/N) share an amused look before she ruffles Christopher’s hair, “Thanks, buddy.” He grins and reaches up to take her hand in his. 

Eddie’s eyes flick between the two before he stands and joins Chris on the other side of the bed.  (Y/N) is slightly confused when he places his hands on Christopher’s shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Chris listens intently before nodding incessantly, “Yes! Do it. Do it now.” 

Eddie grins and ruffles his son’s hair, “Alright, alright calm down. I will.” He places himself between Chris and (Y/N). She is utterly bumfuzzled but Chris is dancing in his seat excitedly. Eddie removes something from his pocket and drops to one knee causing her to slap her hand over her mouth. The man smiles up at her, “I know this isn’t at all the ideal time or place to ask you this but,” he looks around the room and then back at her, “I was very recently reminded that we aren’t promised tomorrow, especially in our line of work.” He opens the ring box and holds it up to her, “(Y/N), will you marry me?” 

Chris cheers happily upon hearing her answer, “Yes!” Tears of joy fill both Eddie and (Y/N)’s eyes as he slips the ring on her finger, stands, and kisses her with every ounce of love that he can. 

The couple parts when the door opens again as Buck and Tommy poke their heads in. Tommy grins, immediately noticing the ring on her finger. Slightly confused having missed the small but important detail, Buck stutters, “Sorry, Carla told us she’s awake. Are-are we interrupting something? We can come back later.” 

Tommy pushes past his boyfriend and makes his way to (Y/N)’s right side, making eye contact with Eddie, “I told you she would. Does your leg feel better without that hole burning in your pocket?” 

Eddie nods, laughing as identical looks of confusion settle on (Y/N) and Buck’s faces as Buck paces over to Tommy’s side. Eddie looks down at her, “I showed it to him earlier.”  

Understanding replaces her confusion but Buck is still lost, “What hole? Showed who what? I’m so confused.” (Y/N) holds her hand up to Buck showing off her ring. He gasps for words as excitement floods his entire body and he takes her hand in his to inspect it. None of them notice as the doctor stops in the open doorway, observes what is happening, and then immediately makes his way to the waiting room. After a minute or so, Buck’s face drops to disappointment as he looks up at Eddie and Tommy, letting go of her hand, “I kinda wanted to help pick it out...” Tommy pats his head before wrapping his arm around his waist.  

Eddie shakes his head chuckling, “Do you not recognize it? You were so damn sure she’d like it that you bruised my arm to get my attention.”  

It takes a few seconds but realization finally smacks across his face as he gasps, “This is that ring?”  

Eddie nods as (Y/N) who is admiring the ring confirms, “He wasn’t wrong. I love it.” Everyone smiles as Eddie kisses the top of her head. Before anyone can say anything else, the door opens and their friends and family flood in. Everyone gushes over the ring, offers the couple their congratulations, and states how glad they are that (Y/N) is okay.

Talia takes a seat on the edge of the bed to (Y/N)’s right, “The doctor had to step out of the way of the stampede after he told us you had a ring on that you weren’t admitted with.” (Y/N) laughs, barely able to spot the doctor in the doorway through the crowd of friends and family. She gives him a thumbs up and he nods with a smile as he returns to his rounds.  

She looks to Talia and takes her hand in her own but before she can say it, Talia assures, “I know what you’re gonna say. Eddie already did.” (Y/N) looks to Eddie who is locked in a tight hug from Bobby with a smile on his face that is bigger than she’s ever seen. Talia leans over to whisper in her ear, “You weren’t kidding when you said Tommy is wrapped around Buck’s finger.” As (Y/N) turns back to look at Talia, she spots Tommy who is wrapped around Buck from behind. Both are smiling brightly as Buck and Maddie are already discussing bachelor party plans.  

“They’re next, I’m calling it now,” (Y/N) tells Talia who laughs loudly. Their hands stay locked together as (Y/N) looks back to Eddie who now has an arm around Christopher’s shoulders as they chat excitedly with Carla. Carla notices her looking and nods in her direction as she shoves the two toward her. Eddie takes the hand she offers him and Chris climbs up to sit beside her. An hour or so passes before a nurse squeezes through the crowded hospital room. She smiles at (Y/N) before proceeding to check her vitals and give her fresh bandages. Only when (Y/N) is nodding off and very obviously struggling to stay awake does everyone wish her well, promise they’ll visit again later, and head home. Soon, the only ones left are her boys. She kisses the top of Christopher’s head as she notices he has fallen asleep carefully tucked into her side. She pats the right side of the bed for Eddie to join her. The three of them have to scoot in real close to fit on the hospital bed but after the week she’s had, she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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[nqueso-emergency]

Hmmmmmm.....i kind of like the idea of some some story threads are tied up in the mid-season finale. Hopefully Brad and Hotshots I still feel no Tommy until 8b. What are your thoughts about Tim's remark of (im paraphrasing): not really a cliffhanger but a character may be hanging from a cliff. 🫣😉

Okay, so I had a thought earlier, and your ask made me remember it again, so I'm about to be a bit tinhatty and I'm sorry because it doesn't really relate to your ask but it also kind of does?

So, we know season 7 was a short season due to the strikes. We had 10 episodes, typically we get 18, and Tim did mention he wished he had a few more episodes to do everything he wanted

I think, besides hotshots, Brad and Athena, every story we've had wrapped up so far or will see wrapped up in episode 8, are all extensions of what Tim wanted in season 7. It would make sense why we're stopping at episode 8 before hiatus. 10+8 being 18 and all of that.

It seems that Gerrard and Ortiz's story got watered down, along with Henrens regarding Mara, which is why I believe they hit Denny with a car, shock value and an emotional scene for Hen and Karen.

Tim said he had considered the Abby situation to be in season 7, so, that came out of fucking nowhere to add angst and pining to Buck (I believe we were supposed to see that at the end of season 7 when Chris left just to hit harder but Tim didn't have enough time) it's why the bucktommy relationship length feels off. They should have discussed their pasts by the 6th month anniversary imo.

Then there's Eddie's storyline. The biggest letdown, honestly. We've been waiting for Eddie to let Shannon go and be his own person without a partner, and due to this theory, they quite literally utilized the 'let go and let God.' We've only seen Christopher ONCE, and I fear that in episode 8, Eddie will mention that Christopher is coming home for the holidays, and when 8b comes around he will be moved back to California and everything is fine.

Maddie and Chim are pregnant... a typical storyline after a wedding.

Tbf to Tim, he had to clean up in the beginning of season 7 from the shit show season 6 left us with. So, he had to work with what he got minus 8 episodes.

To answer your actual question, idk what Tim could mean by that. Could be an actual cliff. Could be a metaphorical cliff. Could be a dude named Cliff.

Who tf knows.

But I do think 8b will feel more like a real season and not just a wrap up.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Welcome to the world of Fake Karens, an emerging subgenre of content that is taking the internet by storm. The Karen is a reliable stock character in viral videos, whose smugness, entitlement, and outrage-inducing behavior is likely to garner hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of views. Large accounts like KarenClips, which has more than 393,000 followers on X (formerly Twitter), and Super Krazy Karens on TikTok, take a curatorial approach to such content, posting videos with captions such as “Karen at Starbucks Strikes Again!” and “Karen taking Ls!” In so doing, they capitalize on the current cultural appetite both for righteous outrage and, in some cases, for retribution, with many commenters working diligently to try to identify the Karens in the videos for public shaming purposes. (The fact that they’re big meme accounts that do not credit the source material also accomplishes the goal of obfuscating their origins.) One would assume that, in the real world, there is no shortage of entitled white women with bad haircuts behaving badly in public. Yet seemingly, within the viral ecosystem, the demand for genuine Karen videos outweighs the supply, as there’s increasingly been a number of viral Karen videos that were clearly produced under professional (or, at least, semi-professional) circumstances.

[yams-here]

#TheBirdAndTheBeeStrikeAgain

(This takes place one year after the cartoon took place so everyone looks a little different)

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[captainx-camino]

I'm about to be the Internet's most hated person again but, uhhhh...I'm a chronic over analyzer, so, deal with it.

So, Jeremy - and here me out on this - wasn't the cold-blooded murder kid the movie wants you to believe he is.

*insert shocked and horrified reaction here*

Yeah, that one will do....

Anyway...

Okay, so first of all: Jeremy's parents are AWFUL.

His father is clearly an abusive drunk and his mother is clearly a traumatized beaten wife who makes excuses for her husband's abuse.

Jeremy wasn't lying about what his parents were - we can see that through their behavior when they're shown and by small clues in the background of the shot.

His father probably became abusive due to feeling he could no longer fulfill his role in the household and succumbed to drinking to patch his depression.

His mother probably took the brunt of this, causing her to fall into fawning and do the only thing she could do to keep the household together. A very common response to domestic violence is to dote on the child in an aggressively overbearing way - which we see her do.

Additionally, the only person we learn of the incident from is the 'Karen' of the town - who states the boy was bad news. But was he really? Or was he a troubled child dealing with severe abuse at home and escaping into himself?

Was he a 'bad kid'? Or was he just different?

(There are some other points but I have like 10 min to write this so you get what you get.)

Personally, one of the things that really drove home for me that Jeremy wasn't the monster he was made out to be is how he died:

You want to tell me that this "cold-blooded killer" went to his treehouse to hide from the cops after committing his awful crimes? That doesn't sound like some crazed murderer to me - that sounds like a scared child running away to the one place he felt secure.

Which he still does, by the way. As a fucking ghost who has now been trapped in his living nightmare with the two people who probably abused him for 20-some-odd years.

With the given evidence, I shall construct you a possible alternative series of events that makes far more sense than his simply killing his parents...

-Jeremy comes home from school, his dad is already in a mood.

-Mom is baking in the kitchen in an attempt to forget the throbbing in her right eye

-Someone, possibly Jeremy, makes an offhanded remark that unintentionally triggers his father.

-The situation escalates with Jeremy becoming the target of his father's aggression this time.

-the father, already several sheets to the wind, goes after Jeremy in a fit of rage.

-the altercation continues, eventually ending up with Jeremy and his father tussling in the garage.

-Jeremy grabs at his father's abandoned tools in an attempt to protect himself and lands a hit, killing his father.

-Jeremy's mother, a victim of abuse herself, is too traumatized to react appropriately to the situation.

-Because her coping mechanism is to fawn, she reacts negatively towards Jeremy.

-Her first reaction is to scream and panic, asking Jeremy what he has done and believing that he has ruined their family that she has worked so hard to keep intact.

-Her defensiveness causes her to lash out at Jeremy and attack him.

-Jeremy is once again forced to defend himself, knowing no other way of fending her off.

-this altercation also ends in a defensive strike towards his assailant with another convenient item within the room the attack took place.

-After the incident, Jeremy, a child, quickly realizes that he is going to be in trouble.

-Jeremy's first instinct upon hearing the approaching police sirens is not to flee custody, but to hide in his childhood treehouse.

-When authorities inevitably find him and coax him down, he slips, breaking his neck instantly.

-This untimely demise causes him to be stuck in the world of the living with no other contact besides the people who neglected and abused him, causing him to become desperate for escape.

-That desperation was answered by the single person who was able to see him in 20+ years and Astrid just got caught in that crossfire.

I'm gonna say it now because I know how y'all are: This post is not to justify what he did to either of his parents or Astrid. It is simply what I have gathered ACTUALLY happened leading up to Jeremy's death and his possible true motivation to return to the world of the living outside of "ooooOOOOOOoooo so he can KILL AGAIN~" which is frankly just boring.

You don't have to believe it. I am not saying this interpretation is canon.

It's just what I picked up on watching the film.

Do with that what you do.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: Chapter Eight

Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: You've got narcolepsy and have been visiting the Dreaming daily for years. Then its Lord and King finally return and he doesn't know quite what to think of you.

Warnings: Angst.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Narcoleptic!Reader, for you dear @aralezinspace.

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You're sitting at your desk, hunched over your computer, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of you once again. The fluorescent lights above flicker and hum, casting an eerie glow over the sea of cubicles that stretch out before you. It's another monotonous day at the office, and you can't help but feel a sense of restlessness creeping in.

Just as you're about to give up and head to the break room for a much-needed coffee break, Karen pops by your desk. "Hey," she says brightly, "I need some prints done for a presentation later today. Can you help me out?"

You force a smile and nod, grateful for the distraction. "Of course," you reply, standing up and stretching your legs. "Lead the way."

Karen leads you to the printer room, which is tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the office. The air is thick with the smell of toner and paper, and there are stacks of printouts piled haphazardly everywhere. You can hear the low hum of printers churning out pages as you make your way through the maze of machines.

"I need these printed double-sided on 11x17 paper," Karen explains as she hands you a USB drive filled with the necessary files. And as she speaks, her eyes seem to sparkle with excitement—a stark contrast to your own weary gaze.

You take the USB drive from her and insert it into one of the nearby printers. As it begins to churn out pages, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction—a small victory amidst an otherwise mundane day. You haven’t fallen asleep yet. You watch as each page emerges from the printer, crisp and clean, ready to be assembled into Karen's presentation.

As you stack up the finished prints, Karen comes back into the room, leans against one of the nearby machines and crosses her arms over her chest. "So," she says casually as she watches you work, "how are things going? I haven't seen much of you lately."

You pause for a moment before answering—unsure of what answer Karen is looking for. Lucky for you, she doesn't wait for an answer, just goes into a rant about someone not following office policy. You glance up at Karen, surprised by her sudden change of topic. "Oh, you know," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant as you finish stacking the prints. "Just busy with work and stuff."

Karen doesn't seem particularity interested in listening to your response. Instead she mutters about needing to run to the accounting department to pick up some files before leaving you alone in the copy room.

You're in the middle of stacking the printed pages when a sudden wave of drowsiness washes over you. Your eyelids flutter, and you struggle to keep them open. It's as if an invisible force is pulling you down, dragging you into a deep, dark abyss.

You try to shake off the sensation, but it's no use. Your legs buckle beneath you, and you stumble backward, your head striking the corner of a nearby printer with a sharp crack.

The world spins, and then suddenly, you're not in the copy room anymore. The smell of toner and paper is replaced by the scent of ancient tomes and a cool, otherworldly breeze. You're sprawled on the marble floor of a vast library, surrounded by towering shelves filled with books that seem to whisper secrets.

Matthew, Morpheus' raven, flutters down from one of the shelves, his beady eyes widening in surprise. "Whoa! Where did you come from?" he caws, hopping closer to you.

You groan, your head throbbing from where it struck the printer. Slowly, you sit up, rubbing your temple and wincing at the pain. "Great," you mutter under your breath. "Just what I needed."

Footsteps echo through the library as Morpheus himself appears, his presence commanding yet ethereal. His dark eyes narrow as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "You have arrived most unexpectedly," he remarks, his voice like velvet.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice strained from the headache. "Narcolepsy struck again."

Morpheus kneels beside you, his expression softening just a fraction. He reaches out a hand but hesitates before touching you. "Are you well?" he asks, concern threading through his words.

You nod slowly but can't suppress a grimace. "Just a massive headache," you admit. "I hit my head pretty hard."

Morpheus' eyes darken with something akin to guilt or worry. He gestures to Matthew with a flick of his wrist. "Fetch Lucienne," he commands softly.

Matthew flaps his wings and takes off immediately, leaving you alone with Morpheus in the cavernous library.

"You should not have to endure this pain," Morpheus murmurs as he sits beside you. He reaches out again and this time allows his fingers to lightly brush against your forehead. A cool sensation spreads from his touch, easing some of the throbbing ache.

You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the relief. When you open them again, you find Morpheus studying you intently.

"I'm sorry for startling everyone," you say with a weak smile.

"There is no need for apologies," Morpheus replies gently. "Your condition is beyond your control."

Lucienne arrives swiftly, carrying a small vial of something that glows faintly in the dim light of the library. She kneels beside you and hands it to Morpheus without a word.

He uncorks it and offers it to you. "Drink this," he instructs softly. "It will help with the pain."

You take the vial gratefully and swallow its contents. A soothing warmth spreads through your body, dulling the sharp edges of your headache.

"Thank you," you murmur as the pain begins to ebb away.

Morpheus gives a small nod before helping you to your feet with gentleness. He has a frown upon his lips and his face is etched with worry. "You say you hit your head? That is cause for concern."

You nod, feeling the residual throbbing. "Yeah, it wasn't the best landing."

Morpheus' eyes flicker with a mixture of concern and determination. "We should ensure no lasting harm," he says, his voice firm. "Lucienne, prepare a place for them to rest."

Lucienne nods briskly and heads off without another word, leaving you alone with Morpheus once more. He gently guides you to a nearby chair, the cool marble beneath your feet sending shivers up your spine.

As you sit down, Matthew flutters back into the room, landing on the armrest beside you. "How're you holding up?" he asks, tilting his head curiously.

You manage a small smile. "Better now, thanks to Morpheus and Lucienne. I think I really cracked by head open, haven't had a headache this bad in ages. I'm usually good at landing softly…"

Morpheus stands by your side, his presence both comforting and worrying. He had better things to do than fuss over you. "You should rest," he insists softly. "The Dreaming will keep you safe while your mortal body is tended to."

You take a deep breath and nod again, feeling the warmth from the vial still coursing through you. "Alright," you agree reluctantly.

Lucienne returns with a plush blanket and pillow, setting them on a nearby chaise lounge. "Here," she says gently. "This should be comfortable."

With their help, you make your way over to the chaise lounge and settle down, pulling the blanket around yourself. The softness of the pillow cradles your head as you close your eyes, exhaustion finally taking its toll.

"Thank you," you murmur again, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

Morpheus lingers for a moment longer before stepping back, allowing Lucienne to take over. She watches over you like a guardian as sleep begins to claim you.

Matthew perches on a nearby shelf, keeping a watchful eye as well. "Rest easy," he says softly. As your eyelids grow heavy and your breathing steadies, the sounds of the library fade into a soothing background hum. The pain in your head recedes further into memory, replaced by an overwhelming sense of tranquility.

And with that final thought, sleep takes you fully into its embrace.

"It's been days," Morpheus' voice cuts through the silence like a knife, laden with an emotion he rarely shows. Worry.

Matthew's feathers rustle as he shifts uncomfortably on his perch. "Yeah, it's not like them to be away this long. You think something happened?"

Lucienne's measured tone follows. "We can't rule out the possibility. They have never stayed away for this duration without informing us."

Morpheus paces back and forth, his footsteps barely audible on the marble floor. His eyes are dark pools of concern, fixed on some distant point. "They did mention their episodes have become more frequent," he murmurs, almost to himself. "That means they should be here more often. With me."

Matthew flaps his wings and lands closer to Morpheus. "Boss, we gotta find out what's going on. What if they're in trouble?"

Lucienne nods in agreement. "We should reach out, my lord. Their absence is unusual and worrying."

Morpheus stops pacing and turns to face them both, his expression resolute yet shadowed by concern. "You are right," he concedes. "We must ascertain their well-being."

Lucienne steps forward, her eyes meeting Morpheus'. "Shall I send a messenger? Perhaps someone could visit their mortal realm?"

Matthew's feathers ruffle as he hops closer to Morpheus, determination in his beady eyes. "Boss, let me go. I can search for them in the waking world."

Morpheus stops pacing and regards his raven with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "You would do this?"

Matthew nods vigorously. "Yeah, I know the way. Plus, I'm quick and can cover a lot of ground. They’re our friend and your— we can’t just sit around here."

Lucienne steps forward, her face softened by concern. "It's a sound plan, my lord. Matthew has spent the most time with them in the Waking. If anyone can find them swiftly, it’s him."

Morpheus nods slowly, a flicker of hope igniting in his dark eyes. "Very well," he says, turning to Matthew. "Go swiftly and return with news of their well-being."

Matthew spreads his wings wide, casting a shadow on the marble floor. "I'll be back before you know it," he promises before taking off in a flurry of feathers.

You wake up to the sensation of cool grass beneath you and the soft rustling of leaves overhead. Opening your eyes, you find yourself staring at a landscape that's achingly familiar—Fiddler's Green, with its rolling hills and vibrant foliage. But something feels off. Everything looks much larger than it should, as if you've shrunk.

You try to sit up but instead feel a strange weight shift in your body. Looking down, you see sleek black feathers where your hands should be. Panic grips you as you realize you're no longer in your human form. Instead, you've become a raven.

"What...?" you croak, startled by the guttural sound that escapes your beak.

Fiddler's Green himself appears before you, his kind eyes filled with sorrow and understanding. "Ah, you've awakened," he says gently, kneeling down to your level. "I feared this might happen."

You try to speak, but the words come out as unintelligible squawks and caws. Frustration wells up inside you until Fiddler's Green places a comforting hand on your head.

"Calm yourself," he soothes. "You can still communicate. Focus on your thoughts; You will find your tongue."

Taking a deep breath—or at least the raven equivalent—you concentrate on forming coherent sentences. it takes you a few tries, but you finally manage to get the hang of your new tongue. "Why am I like this? What's happened to me?"

Fiddler's Green sighs deeply, his expression one of deep regret. "It seems that while you slept in the Dreaming, your mortal body succumbed to its injuries."

The realization hits you like a punch to the gut. You had always said that your narcolepsy would kill you one day. "I'm... dead?"

"Yes," Fiddler's Green confirms softly. "Your spirit now inhabits the form of a raven."

You shake your head—or rather, tilt it from side to side—struggling to process the information. "But why a raven? How is this possible?"

"Those who pass in their sleep belong to the Dreaming, taking on the form of a raven. The same happened to Matthew." Fiddler's Green tells you. "If I remember correctly, you have been missing for nearly ten days. Lord Morpheus is besides himself."

10 days? What was your body doing in those ten days? Lying in the copy room? Don't be silly, you tell yourself. Karen would have found your body… the question is what happened after you had been found.

"Matthew has been desperately searching for you in the Waking," Fiddler's green continues as your mind spins.

Your heart—or whatever beats within a raven's chest—pounds as you take in Fiddler's Green's words. The realization of your death, of Matthew's frantic search, Morpheus being beside himself, sends you reeling. Without another word, you spread your wings and take off into the sky, your new form carrying you effortlessly through the air.

You navigate the familiar paths of the Dreaming with an instinct you never knew you had. Every beat of your wings feels both foreign and strangely right, as if you'd been born to fly all along. You find yourself heading toward the library where Lucienne would be found. She'd know what to do.

As you swoop through the grand entrance, Lucienne glances up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the sight of you perched on a nearby shelf. "Another raven?" she murmurs, half to herself. "I don't recall summoning any more."

You gather your thoughts, focusing on forming coherent words with your new avian voice. "Hi Luce," you croak, the sound rough and unfamiliar to your ears.

Her eyes widen in shock, the book slipping from her hands and thudding softly against the floor. "Y/N? Is that really you?" Her voice trembles with disbelief and a touch of hope.

"Yeah,” you manage, flapping your wings slightly to steady yourself. "It's me."

Lucienne's expression crumples into one of heartbreak as she steps closer, her hand reaching out as if to touch you but stopping short. "Oh, Y/N... what happened? How did this come to be?"

You recount Fiddler's Green's explanation, each word feeling like a jagged stone in your throat. Lucienne listens intently, her face a mask of sorrow and understanding.

"You must go to Morpheus," she insists once you've finished. Her voice is firm but laden with grief. "He needs to know what's happened He has— He is not taking your absence well."

You shake your head vehemently, feathers ruffling in agitation. "No, I can't. Not like this."

Lucienne's eyes soften with empathy but also resolve. "He has been searching for you tirelessly, Y/N. He needs to know. Your absence, it wears on him."

"I can't," you repeat, your voice breaking slightly. The thought of facing Morpheus in this form—of seeing the pain in his eyes—is too much to bear.

Without waiting for further argument, you spread your wings and launch yourself into the air, leaving Lucienne standing there with tears glistening in her eyes.

As you fly through the corridors of the Dreaming, the wind ruffles your feathers and carries away the echoes of Lucienne's pleas.

Date Published: 8/28/24

Last Edit: 8/28/24

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