#macgyver trash

[ash5monster01]

It Should Be Wrong

Pairing: Angus MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, descriptive smut, dirty talk, strong language, p in v, oral (f receiving), confrontation, awkwardness, use of y/n

(I actually blacked out with this one so please know it is heavily rated R)

Summary: You never really saw Mac in a romantic or attractive way until one night the both of you get a little too drunk and find yourselves in bed. The worst part, it was the best you ever had.

word count: 2.9k

Masterlist

You didn’t get it. Not at first. He was always just a friend and when girls looked his way you’d find yourself confused. Yeah he had a charming personality, honey dew skin, perfect blonde hair, and glowing blue eyes, but he was Mac. The same Mac you’d known for the entirety of your whole life. The boy that would blow spit balls in your hair and scare any guys you talked too off. So why was it you were in the position you are now with none other than Angus MacGyver himself?

“Holy fuck” your hazy voice fills the room around you. Hands tangled in that perfect blonde hair, Mac sat between your legs, and was giving you the best head of your life. You could still see the campfire glow out the windows of his room where the two of you had just been ‘drinking a few beers’.

Now he was eating you for all your worth, humming against your folds, and curling your toes. It was dirty, in every sense of the word. It’s not until his lips wrap around your clit do you find yourself tightening your thighs around his head. You would be concerned about suffocating him but the hum of delight he gives buzzes from your clit all the way up to your brain.

“I’m gonna cum Mac” you pant, almost embarrassed by how fucked out your voice is, especially towards him. You should be embarrassed it’s even him doing this to you. Yet hearing your words he only continues to eat you like a man starved and pushing you over the edge which has you trembling in seconds.

“Fucking delicious” he rasps and before you’ve even come down from your high he’s rolling you over with ease and propping your ass in the air. When did he get so strong? Before you even register what’s happening he’s slid into you at full force, pelvic bone pushing against your ass. “Damn baby, should’ve known you were tight”

“Shit, move, please” you beg and you don’t have to look to see the sly grin on the boys face as he pulls back and starts to pound into you. It’s filthy, dirty, and delicious. You should be concerned about no condom, but it’s Mac and you’re on the pill after all. The one guy you’ve known your whole life and trust entirely. You just never assumed you’d trust him in this situation.

“So fucking pretty” Mac murmurs, still pounding into you, your face smushing into the mattress. He lands a swift smack to your ass which has you muffling a yelp into the blankets in front of you. You know mascara is running down your face but your arousal was also running down your legs.

He was hitting all the right place and felt so good. Nothing separating either of you as you finally both did the one thing as best friends you claimed you’d never do. Suddenly his hand is wrapped in your hair and lifting you up to meet his thrusts. You go to whine but are stopped when his free hand reaches around and takes your breast into his hand.

“You like that baby? Me fucking you and holding these pretty tits?” he growls into your ear and in all the times you had pictured Mac in the bedroom you had never pictured him this intense and dirty.

“Yes Mac, wish you were sucking on them” and per your request he’s slipping out of you suddenly. You whine due to the loss of friction but he spins you back around and eases you onto the bed. His dick is red and angry, grazing across his abdomen and wet with your slick. You clench around nothing when he grabs himself at the base and realigns with your entrance. When did Mac get so fucking sexy?

“Such a dirty girl” he mutters with the shake of his head before he’s back inside of you. The moan you let out is pornagraphic and his own muffling haround your breast in seconds. The new angle from him bending down is delightful mixed with the sensation of his mouth taking time with each of your nipples. Now that you think about it, he hasn’t kissed you once since this all started.

“Kiss me Angus” you demand and Mac releases your nipple with a pop before giving you a slight smile. A glimpse of the gentle and kind man you usually know.

This isn’t how first kisses should go. Especially with one of your best friends in the entire world. This should’ve happened when you were fourteen and hiding out in the old treehouse. Not now when he was actually inside of you and you are both too drunk to consider the repercussions of this. Despite all of that Mac leans forward delicately and places his lips against your own. Your hands find your way in his hair again as you kiss him back, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. Of all the things you expected it to be like it wasn’t this. It wasn’t only good but it was perfect, the best kiss you’ve ever had. Actually so far the best sex you’d ever had and even thought you thought it was wrong, all of it felt right.

“I’ve always wanted to do this” he admits before kissing you deeply again, now rocking his hips slowly with your own. It’s when his tongue slips around your own, you lock your legs around his waist and bring him deeper into you then he has been all night.

Who would’ve thought making out with your best friend could be this fun? When Mac’s hands reach to grope your tits he’s muffling your moan in his own mouth, bringing you both back to the very dirty reality that he was currently inside you raw. Pulling away from your mouth with a heavy pant he moves back into a position where he can thrust faster into you. It’s when he uses your breasts to steady himself and pounds faster into you, do you feel that coil begin to tighten.

“Shit Mac, I’m gonna cum” you gasp, hands steadying yourself on his shoulders as his body pounds yours into the mattress. He uses this response to pick up pace and before you can even register it your orgasm comes lightening fast, squeezing around his cock tightly.

“Fuck baby, got a death grip on me” he says with a stutter to his hips before spilling his load inside of you. Your mind feels fuzzy at the blissful feeling of his cum warming inside of you. You’re turned on all over again when he slowly slides out and watches as you drip his cum out of you.

“Mac” you whine, unsure what you’re asking for but he knows what you want when he takes his still hard cock and uses it to shove that very cum back inside you.

“Gonna have to take all of it baby” he tells you, knowing how overstimulated and sensitive you are. You gasp when his thumb presses lightly against your swollen clit and his dick twitches inside of you from his own orgasm.

When he pulls back out you can’t help but wince at the feeling and his naked form is slowly laying beside you and wrapping his arms around you. You grin when he presses a soft kiss into your neck, because that was the best sex you ever had and it was with Mac. The same guy you should’ve never counted out. Now you were jealous of all those girls he had crushes on growing up because you were too stupid to know exactly what you were missing out on.

The sound of your phone ringing in the morning is piercing when it reaches your head. You can’t help but groan as you fumble in a search for it. You can hardly open your eyes because of how bright the room is, you must’ve forgotten to close the blinds. Finally finding the phone you click answer and hold it up to your ear.

“Hello” you mutter, tired and in no mood to be awake right now.

“Y/N, where’s Mac?” Riley’s familiar voice fills your ears and suddenly your eyes are snapping open because why did you have Mac’s phone? That’s when it hits you. Bozer was with his girlfriend last night, you came to hang out with Mac, and he fucked you. He fucked you hard and good.

“Shit” you say out loud, glancing to your side to find you are in fact in Mac’s bed and he is completely naked beside you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You weren’t answering your phone and now you’re answering his?” Riley questions and you sigh.

“Nothing, I just fell asleep here and my phone died. Mac is sleeping, what’s up?” you recollect yourself, not wanting to give way to what you and Mac exactly got up to last night.

“Matty needs you both, some new mission, and you’re both already late” she informs you and now you’re in full panic mode.

“Shit!” you say again before hanging up. You’re scrambling out of the bed in seconds, hunting for all your clothes now streamed across the floor of Mac’s room.

“Mac wake up!” you shout, throwing his phone back at him which lands on his stomach with a thud. He’s wincing and looking at you just as you slide your jeans up your legs with no underwear, considering you can’t find it. He blushes almost instantly at the nudity of your upper half which isn’t for long as you clip your bra into place.

“What the hell?” he groans, hands pressing against his head as he takes in his own hangover.

“We’re late for meeting Matty and apparently drank too much last night” you inform him, sliding your shirt over your head. That has him jumping into action as you move to his bathroom to see the disaster of yourself.

It’s bad. Your makeup is smudged under your eyes and hair strewned in places it didn’t belong. Gasping you do your best to wash your face and brush through it with the little things Mac has in here. Giving up and tying your hair on your head you rush back out to a now dressed Mac and ready to go. The worst part is when you realize you had rode with Mac here from the Phoenix last night so now you had to ride back together.

“Should we talk about it?” Mac says after a beat, fingers drumming on his knee as he drives you both in the maroon Jeep.

“Nothing to talk about” you mutter despite there being everything to talk about. It wasn’t just hookup sex or friend with benefits sex. This was dirty, filthy, breed you, you are mine sex. Actually the dirtiest sex you ever had in your life and never expected it to be with Mac of all people.

“Y/N, I can’t just go in there not having talked about this” he pleads, glancing over at you where you have refused to look at him since you got in the car. “You haven’t even looked at me and you’re acting weird. You’re my best friend, I don’t want things to change.

“But they did Mac. That wasn’t the kind of night you pretend didn’t happen. That was intense” you say, finally daring a glance at him where you see the pure desperation in his ocean blue eyes.

“Exactly which is why we should talk about it” he bargains and you sigh with the shake of your head.

“You said last night that you’ve always wanted to kiss me. Was that true or just the sex talking?” you finally cave and you don’t miss the way Mac’s hands grip the steering wheel. You’ve known each other your whole lives after all. You know all his tells.

“It was true. If you think at any point in my life I never had a crush on you, you’re crazy. Most girls didn’t talk to me and Bozer until high school. But you, you were always there” Mac says, eyes trained on the road but you also know he doesn’t want to look you in the eye when he admits this.

“When did you like me like that?” you ask and he lightly chuckles to himself.

“When we were thirteen. You came to my birthday party in a purple sundress and gave me an engineering book that you thought I might like. I kept telling myself I didn’t like you but when I smashed cake in your face and you laughed instead of cried, I fell in love while I picked the pieces of frosting out of your hair” he says and your stomach summersaults at the story he recalls from his own point of view. You remembered that birthday.

“Of course it was” you mutter and Mac furrows his eyebrows as he quickly glances at you.

“Why’s that?” he questions and you roll your eyes.

“Because that was the first time since I was ten I got over my crush on you, told myself it’ll never happen” and then Mac is laughing like you’ve just told him the funniest thing in the world.

“Who replaced me? Bozer?” he questions when his laughter quiets down and you roll your eyes.

“No, Brendan Fraser actually which I still find completely fair” you tell him and he laughs again, remembering how you made him watch Encino man for the entirety of that school year.

“So you’re telling me that we’ve been friends for our entire lives and somehow kept missing each other until now?” he questions and you shrug, thinking of all the times you ever felt romantically towards the boy beside you. There was the time you mentioned, once in high school when he dumped his prom date to take you when you didn’t get asked, and when he dropped out to join the army. You had been so scared of losing him you found all those old feelings coming back. Somehow after all these years your feelings both lined up and the result was last night. No wonder it was so intense.

“Apparently so blondie” you respond with a nickname you have used since childhood and Mac shakes his head as you flip the visor mirror down and fix your hair again.

Pulling into the Phoenix parking lot you pray that no one questions the way either of you look despite Mac looking much better than you at the moment. Your heart has doubled in speed by the time Mac reached his normal spot and goes to shift the car in park. Flipping the visor up, you’re reaching for the door on your quick escape, but Mac’s hand on your arm stops you.

“Wait” and then with the strength you didn’t discover until last night, he’s pulling you towards him and kissing you quickly. Once the immediate shocks goes away you lightly kiss him back, it not as filthy as the one you shared the night before but just as nice.

“What was that for?” you ask once he pulls away, eyes still closed as he lets the weight of your kiss sink in.

“I just wanted to make sure that what I felt last night was real” he says and now your heart is beating heavily for him. You had felt it too, in fact you’d never felt anything like it until last night.

“It was real Mac, all of it” you tell him and his eyes open, blinking into focus as he takes all of your features in.

“Can we not pretend this didn’t happen because there is no way I can go back to normal after this?” he asks and you sigh, eyes glancing over his own features as well and you realize that even if a relationship could jeopardize your friendship it was still him. The same boy you’ve loved a hundred different times and ways in your life, and if it was ever going to work with anybody it would be him.

“Fine, but you should know I don’t sleep with people on first dates” you say and he snorts, hands squeezing at your waist as he still keeps you pulled against the center console.

“Good to know but does it technically count as our first date? If you include Prom and that one party in college I’d say it is about our third” he says and you giggle and shake your head, cheeks warming over as you face the boy beside you.

“Our third date. I could possibly let third base slide but we’ll see” you tell him and he grins.

“I’ll take it” he says and you shake you head before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hopping out of the car.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” you call out, rushing for the Phoenix doors and Mac jumps into action. Grabbing his keys and rushing out the car behind you. Yet he was going to let you win, just like he did when he was thirteen, and you’d race him into school.

At least this time he knows when he finishes the race he still gets to keep you.

Taglist: @mayfieldss @paigewinchester67 (I saw you liking my MacGyver posts today so here is a small treat)

[kowalskisjpgs]

5 days after what's quickly turning out to be the worst flooding in the history of Europe, Valencia's southern towns are still fighting. Some look a bit better than others - those located closer to the city get the most help - but the deeper in you go, the worse it is. "Madness" doesn't begin to cover it: streets flooded with mud, cars piled on each other, debris mixed with debris. It's street after street, one town becomes another, local stores and businesses turned inside out. People's lives, memories and objects of daily use float next to meaningless trash. It's all the same and it's all nothing. It's a whole bunch of nothing.

As we enter the town of Benetússer - one of the first ones coming from the city after having crossed the Turia river - the things look bad but somehow clean, organized. It's a cleaning party, and everyone's invited (except for the volunteers, who were actually prohibited from coming today; the official reasoning is the weather, it's supposed to rain today, but rumours are louder on social media: the Prime Minister, the King and the Queen are coming; others say there are too many bodies for anyone to safely do anything there). But we don't care, and hundreds of others don't care, either. Armed with cleaning tools we MacGyvered at home (stores have been out for a while, and social media is full of tips for what works best for the mud), we're here to help, and as we're moving through the town, we hope to find someone who knows someone who needs us. Small groups form: some know where to go, others wander around, randomly helping people on the way. We're the latter kind, but soon enough, we meet a guy holding a small kid holding a cookie who gives us a tip: go back to the main street, continue there, and when you pass the Consum supermarket, things get tough; the less fortunate live there, the damage is bad, and the help is needed. We follow him, the kid and the cookie and we end up in a cultural centre, converted into a donation hub. It's huge and thanks to the rooms located on the first floor, it survived. It must have been a school: the weird layout, corridors, spacious rooms, the smell of adolescence and bullying and now, tens of people running around, organizing. It's a beehive and we're in the middle of it, unloading the trucks with donated food, cosmetics, cleaning supplies. Christmas candles, shoes, cookies. A blanket, tampons, milk. It all goes up, gets segregated and turned into first-care packages that then go down. An hour, two, then four pass by: volunteers come and go, neighbours come and go. It's controlled chaos, and we somehow get things done. Nothing lingers around, so we guess it's a good sign.

Tomorrow's another day. And that's good, because we'll need a lot of them.

_______ If you'd like to donate to the victims of the Valencian flooding, please consider doing it here.

[itlivesingeneral]

It Lives Dream I had.

- *Sees shadow Devon while camping* "That's probably fine."

- *sees bear elk eating a bear* "That's probably not fine."

- Thinks a raccoon is going through my trash and it's Noah, who I mistakenly called Nathan throughout the dream because I am hard of hearing irl. He told me his name was Malcolm. He did not correct me once, I found out because Conner told me.

- Noah: You're taking the existence of the Power a lot better than most people.

Me: my only other option is lovecraftian madness and my insurance won't cover that.

- Devon became deeply interested in my dog and kept stealing food from local supermarkets to feed her.

- Me walking into the siren cave.

Rowan: She's really brave!

Noah: she needs to get fucking- YOU NEED TO GET FUCKING HEARING AIDS RON!

- Me macgyvering a flamethrower while fighting Adrian,talking to Rowan: I think he isn't immune to fire. In fact, many living things are not immune to fire.

- *Conner brutally calling me out*

Me: Bold words from a man being used as a marionette by zhuul.

- Matthias wanted to be friends and I wanted him to Please Go Away.

[possibly-god]

Kelly Phillips – the Trapper

(1975 – 9/2000 – 34)

It is practically impossible for a normal human being to reach Tavish DeGroot’s level of drunk – but after that stunt her husband pulled, with a little sympathy and a lot of scrumpy, damn if Linda Phillips-Green didn’t get close.

When Linda discovered the pregnancy, she’d hoped that it was her husband’s, hoped that a baby could pull together their rocky relationship – and then everything fell apart when little Kelly came out the wrong color.

After the divorce, Linda hunted Tavish down for child support and managed to get his address. Unfortunately, Tilly DeGroot managed to get to her letters first – tradition is tradition no matter what her soft-hearted son might think, no contact with the girl until her first explosion.

Despite her strict suburban upbringing, Kelly somehow managed to inherit the DeGroot family eyesight troubles, requiring coke-bottle glasses to see anything more than shapeless colors (though the lenses are as good as any lighter for starting fires).

While helping her mom clip coupons from the Sunday paper, 5-year-old Kelly stumbled across the cartoons of Rube Goldberg. Over time, amusement bloomed into interest, and she began using toys and trash to build prototypes – and brainstorm pranks.

Needing a respectable way to get her crazy kid out of the house while she worked, Linda enrolled Kelly in the local Girl Scout troop when she was 7. She hoped the organization would give her some discipline – the activities just gave her more ideas.

As the chubby, dorky, four-eyed illegitimate biracial daughter of a WASP-y divorcee with a complex about their tax bracket, Kelly, unsurprisingly, carries a lot of insecurities – her inventions provide her an escape, an outlet for all her pent-up energy.

Before the REDs showed up, Kelly was instrumental in the kidnappees’ escape plan – no one bothers to check the 4th grade Girl Scout’s bag for duct tape, twine, firecrackers, and a Swiss army knife.

It takes Demoman a while (and a bender) to come around to having a kid, but he eventually sees through his own guilt and shock enough to get to know Kelly as a person – he sees a lot of himself in her, for better or worse.

Kelly gets a lot of needed encouragement on base – Hedy and Engie provide inventing mentorship, Scout emphatically endorses her pranking skills, and Pyro throws “girls nights” for her and Rosa.

One could argue the REDs indulge her creativity a bit too much, with some of her designs looking less Home Alone and more Saw – though when OHM comes knocking again, some of those more intense creations come in quite handy.

As soon as OHM is squared away, Demo has three priorities – getting visitation and custody established with Linda (Soldier is his lawyer), getting his mother into assisted living (keeping his child from him was the last straw, she’s out of his house), and getting sober (ish – it’s Demo).

In high school, Kelly joins the theater department as a tech and quickly makes a name for herself between inventive stagecraft and running tech rehearsals like the navy (her “firework shop explosion” in You Can’t Take It With You was distressingly realistic, but not real enough for Granny Tilly’s approval).

During her brief stint in film school, Kelly watches MacGyver religiously, critiquing his technique all the while.

Despite dropping the diploma, Kelly Phillips-DeGroot becomes a big name in B-movies, creating low-budget high-impact practical effects that blow audiences away and elevate box-office bombs to cult classics (she gets an offer from KNB EFX, but the big time just has too many rules).

Entering the “sci-fi future” of 2000, Kelly hits a CG-induced career slump and starts feeling nostalgic for her roots, inventing and improvising for function over flash, letting her creations run wild without needing to pump the brakes – so when old friends from TFI come calling, she happily changes tracks and joins up as the Trapper.

Next up – the world’s most silent six-year-old…

TF2K Master Post

[portraitoftheoddity]

Hiking Gear & the 10 Essentials

So, I'm prepping to go on my first solo winter hike tomorrow, and in making sure I'm geared up, I'm going through my pack and making sure I have 'The Ten Essentials'

What are the Ten Essentials? The general consensus and list from REI says:

Navigation

Illumination

Sun protection

First aid

Knife + a gear repair kit

Fire

Shelter

Extra food

Extra water

Extra clothes

So, here's my pack:

It's a 36 liter pack, has an adjustable waist and chest strap, and it's very comfortable and great for making sure I can carry what I need. Here's what's inside...

Navigation

I have a set of maps of the mountains in the various subranges of the range I enjoy hiking in, and have a small compass that attaches to my pack's shoulder strap. I can bring whichever map is relevant to the hike I'm doing that day and slide it into its plastic pouch to keep it dry!

2. Illumination

This means headlamp! If you get caught out after dark, having a headlamp is pretty essential so that you can see the trail markers and get back down without getting lost or badly injured. I keep the batteries in a separate baggy to prolong battery life, and test them before hiking to make sure they work.

3. Sun Protection

In the summer, I will bring a tube of sunscreen with me and reapply during my hike; in winter I sweat a lot less and am more covered up, so I admit, I just apply some in the parking lot, especially when most of the hikes I do are in the shade. But I always bring sunglasses with me! It can get pretty bright up on the summit.

4. First Aid

Okay, I go a little overboard here, but having been seriously injured on the trail, I err on the side of being prepared. I have a comprehensive first aid kit for longer outings, glacier gel for blisters, afterbite for insect strings and bites, a lightweight foam splint for broken bones, medical tape, and an ace bandage. There's also a little pouch with an antiseptic wipe, a few bandaids, and some advil and tylenol that I keep in an easy-to-reach pocket -- on very short outings, I sometimes just take this. If I'm hiking with someone else and they have a first aid kit, I may leave some of this behind since there's not that much need for redundancy. But if I'm solo or the most prepared in a group, I make sure I'm stocked up.

5. Knife + Gear Repair

I call this my MacGyver kit. If something tears, breaks, or is otherwise borked, I can probably rig up a temporary fix with this. I have, left to right, some duct tape, a swiss army knife, zip ties, safety pins, and a spare bootlace. Great for reattaching broken straps, fixing a broken boot, assembling shelter, etc.

6. Fire

I deeply hope I'm never in a situation where I am so fucked I need to build a fire out in the wilderness to survive the night, but if I ever am that fucked, this will help. I have a lighter, and a bit of tinder -- in this case, a toilet paper roll stuffed with dryer lint, to use as a fire starter.

7. Shelter

Again, never want to have to spend an unintentional night outdoors, but if I do... Here I have two itty bitty things that could save my life. There's an emergency bivvy -- basically a plastic sleeping bag that you can climb into that will keep out water and reflect some of your body heat back at you, weighs about 4.5 ounces -- and a space blanket. Combining these, in addition to building a fire and using my knife and other supplies to rig together a lean-to out of branches to keep myself out of the wind, I could probably make it through a cold mountain night in a worst case scenario situation.

8. Extra Food

You burn through a lot of calories on the trail, so it's always good to have snacks. I often bring a sandwich and maybe a cookie to eat on summit, but in addition I have nonperishable sugar- and protein-rich snacks, such as trail mix and granola bars. I also keep a spare baggie for my trash!

9. Extra Water

In the summer, I always bring two liter-sized water bottles with me because I drink like a fish, and dehydrating on the trail is a big problem. In the winter, where I sweat less and get less thirsty, I've been bringing a liter and a half with me and doing fine (I usually drink the liter on the hike, and polish off the rest back down in the parking lot). But I also have water-purifying tablets with me, in the event I wind up lost and in need of water -- there's a lot of natural streams and water sources near the trails around here, but there's also a lot of wildlife so some method of water purification is necessary if you're going to drink from them if you don't want to ingest some microbe that's gonna make you sick as hell.

10. Extra Clothing

I will probably be fine on this hike with a thermal shirt and a fleece jacket, but I am packing my puff jacket just in case, as well as extra gloves and extra socks, in case I slip on a water crossing and get my feet wet. My puff folds up pretty small and is very lightweight while being very insulating, so it's perfect for winter hikes. In the summer, for a low-altitude hike, I will often bring a sweater and a windbreaker. Usually when I'm hiking, I'm VERY warm, but as soon as I stop moving, be it to take a breather, to enjoy the view on summit, or if Something has Gone Wrong™, I'm going to get chilled and want those added layers.

And a few extras that aren't on the list, but which I bring with me...

BONUS: SOS

Whistle! This is a simple thing, but if I'm hurt or lost and need help, I can blow a whistle a lot louder and for a lot longer than I can yell. Three short blasts means "Hiker in distress" and the sound will carry. And unlike a cell phone, whistles don't need signal or batteries.

BONUS: Sanitation

Yeah, sometimes, you gotta pee in the woods. For that, I have my kula cloth (antimicrobial reusable self-sanitizing pee cloth that clips to the outside of my pack), a pee funnel so I can pee standing up without dropping my pants and having to awkwardly squat, and in the event I'm ever out long enough that I gotta number two, something to wipe with and a plastic bag to carry my wiping material out with so I don't leave dirty tp out in the woods.

BONUS: Traction & Mobility

For winter hiking, I bring my microspikes. These are a rubbery frame that slides on over your boot with little chains with short metal spikes on the bottom, which dig into the ice you're walking on to give you traction so you don't slip.

I also love bringing my trekking poles on hikes to help with my balance, stability, and impact on my shitty knees.

So, that's my full inventory of gear! Feel free to drop any questions in my askbox.

[glitched-username]

Fuck it, tmnt 2012 g/t thoughts cause it's my blog and I get to choose the hyperfixation

Anyway, so Casey in 2012 is suuuper borrower coded. But not in the way most borrowers are portrayed (living inside a comfy human house, collecting Knick knacks and stuff, hiding from people, etc.), but rather Casey is like a sewer rat, literally, cause he'd be chilling in the sewers with his own filthy macgyvered utilities that would make common borrowers feel like he's committing active war crimes.

Does not shower cause "I'm gonna get dirty right after anyway 🤷‍♂️". Not to mention looking and smelling too clean makes it easier for humans/animals to spot or smell you so he dubs his cleanliness as a "strategic choice"

He can and WILL fight an animal 3 times his size to get his hands on food or even just something shiny.

Riddled with cuts and "war scars" that were either from said fights or just from some of his gadgets breaking/failing on him.

Has not seen the sun in 5 years and doesn't even know how to touch grass. Bro does NOT know the difference between algae and grass 😭

When he meets the turtles (ie: he stumbled upon their lair, made himself home and got spotted when he freaked out over seeing a rat 100 times larger than the ones he normally fights) they expect him to freak out over the turtle part, but nah, he's chill with that. Doesn't even question it.

Even though he doesn't "need to" stay dirty anymore, since he's safe in the lair, Casey still refuses to clean himself unless bribed

Donnie goes from "woah, tiny human this is a crazy discovery" to "I'm gonna flush him if he doesn't stop messing with my stuff"

And honestly, April probably should be more surprised when she meets Casey but "my life is already so fucked up and weird that this might as well just happen"

Sometimes Casey would just try to sneak himself into missions with the turtles and then either Raph or Mikey end up having to "baby sit" him, but there have been a couple of times when Leo wanted Casey to come along. Usually in situations where Donnie would normally use a spy roach in the main series.

He is my fucked up trash son with every disease 😊

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

Oh, it's already that time of the year.

Hello, there!

Yeah, it's been a while since I posted something, but the thing is, I was just crawling out of the shitty pit I'm in when very suddenly my father fell seriously ill. Now I'm once again spiralling into my anxious pit.

But I'm a bit cheered up by the spooky season (even tho we don't have those around here). So, I decided to share some playlists, (a couple of creepy characters playlists and MORE), I've collected over the years and I hope they make your spooky season a bit more spooky.

Well, let's get started!

♱

First of all, we have the playlist I made for my darling Jerry Dandridge, I shared it a while ago, but tbh it's one of my all-time favourites. It has the vibes of the film and fits the vibes of the character, I just love it.

I'm still mad that Spotify doesn't have the Fright Night music theme by 'the J. geils band' nor the INCREDIBLE theme 'come to me' (both the singing and instrumental version) by brad fiedel. So if I had to say something is missing in this one, I would say these three songs.

Now, this man has taken over my life for almost THREE WHOLE YEARS, and I gotta thank Mike Flanagan for this. I know you already know of whom I'm talking about. Our beloved poor lil meow meow and vampire priest Father Paul.

He lives in my head rent-free ever since he screamed “HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL?!” into Riley's face. I honestly think I could fix him, or at least fuck him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The next is a trash can of a man and has made me question my sanity and my moral compass, and I think that's full Hamish acting skills fault. Well, our favourite unhinged wolf man, John Tyler.

You know, I had two stalkers during my school years, and I think that definitely affected me, anyway I like to believe it's the look of those puppy eyes that had me.

Talking about stalking psychopaths, I think I have a historic, bc David Dastmachian's performance as MacGyver nemesis on the remake of the series changed me on a molecular level. That's right, I'm talking about everybody's favourite hitman, Murdoc!

Yeah, that leather trench coat and black high neck has me on my knees. Also, unironically, mama bear Murdoc it's actually very sexy.

Now my dearest, we get to the new stuff, this I haven't posted yet for some unknown reason, but it's time to let them see the moonlight!

Ngl, Lily Rabe has so may Iconic roles on AHS that I HAD to make her something. So, to my AHS lovers, we have a playlist full of eerie and sacrilegious songs to our favourite possessed nun!

Nobody can convince me that AHS: Asylum isn't the best season from the series, honestly, I always re-watch during the spooky season and always slays.

I'm a fan of themed/pov playlists, I find them very immersive, so I'm always doing them when I have the chance, so, in one of these opportunities, I did a 80s slasher pov playlist, that has such a cool vibe! I hope you guys feel the same!

This one is dedicated to the nostalgia boost that the 80s slashers are to me.

And for the last, but not leat, my Ultimate Halloween Playlist™, it has some of my favourite songs from each one of those playlists, and I'm always adding more. Which are your ultimate spooky season playlist? I'll love to know!

Well, I think that's all for now, have fun everyone and be safe!! Lots of love!!

[thebonegoop]

Summer Memories

Sitting down as I write this; I can hear the splashes of water from children making cannonballs in the neighbor's pool and the subsequent banshee-like screams of a pack of now-drenched mothers yelling at their kids. I'm also sneezing gunk like I'm having a demon exorcised from my body (The Zelda Rubinstein way, of course).  

You may be asking yourself right now - Lincoln, what does that have anything to do with this post?  Well, my dear Watson, it means summer we are just beginning another summer! So, for the inaugural post of The Bone Goop, I'll discuss eight great summer memories!  

#1: Ice Cream Trucks

Okay, okay – Maybe I never had a traditional Ice Cream truck come down to my town – so sue me. I was raised in – said in my best George Burns Voice – God's Country—a place forgotten by all who didn't dwell there. But like an oasis in the desert, we did have one truck that came around town once a month - THE SCHWAN'S TRUCK. While serving primarily to adults looking for overpriced frozen steaks and vegetables, they did sell a minor assortment of ice cream goods. Let me tell you, orange cream push pops never tasted so good as when I bought one from the Schwan's man. He dressed in all white like Reggie from PHANTASM and would sometimes take pity on poor country kids by putting in an extra push pop for us to fight over like wild dogs.

#2: Summer Minutiae 

I'm a big fan of waxing poetically about life, so only I could think back so nostalgically about the utter boredom summer can bring as a kid. We all remember the highs that summer can bring, but there is also beauty in the lows. While I'd take riding bikes with my friends any day, many summers were spent alone, bored in my mother's backyard garden, watching fish in the pond or imagining a safari adventure through her overgrown Pampas grass.

And if one was truly bored in the summer heat, find the closest slab of concrete and a bucket of chalk and spend your day expressing the inner Ar·teest inside of you.

#3: Water Parks! 

I have a confession – I've almost drowned twice while visiting these water-themed wonderlands. I was 11 and full of youthful confidence in my swimming abilities as I stepped foot in Lexington's Pirate-themed water park during a trip with my best friend. That was until I was pinned underwater by a giant plastic riding Crocodile like I was in a Wrestling Federation match. It takes real love to enjoy something that tries to kill you.

#4: Sleepovers

As a kid, one of the best things about summer was the Sleepover with your buddies. A one-night no-holds bar contest of wills - fueled by junk food, movies, and chaos. We had it down to a science: Blanket forts, Hot Pockets on tap, Gameboy Colors holstered in our pockets ready with Pokémon (complete with link cables), and maybe most importantly the tape rentals. Setting the mood for the night was imperative, so finding the perfect movie was the priority. STAR WARS or JURASSIC PARK were the faithful standbys, but the best nights were when someone smuggled a VHS TV recording of ROBOCOP and HALLOWEEN. It was like sneaking contraband through airport security.

#5: Jackass

While the show was watched under cloak and dagger at night, my friends and I would often recreate the extraordinary stunts we saw during the day. Johnny Knoxville had a shopping cart, but we had a Big Wheel and trashcans! Hot summer days were spent building ramps up coal piles and flying off in terror. Hi, I'm Lincoln, and this is Jackass!

#6: Calling Your Bluff

Many of my formative summer years were spent at my neighbor's kitchen table playing various card games like Canasta and Poker or Scrabble. We didn't have air conditioning, so they'd make Kool-Aid pops out of plastic ice trays wrapped in plastic with toothpicks poking into each cube. These were MacGyver: The Adolescent Years.

#7: Yard Sales

Summer is Flea Market season, Baby! Truthfully, I don't make the time for Yard Sales like I used to, but rummaging through other people's trash was like second nature as a kid. So, it was even more devastating that my mom once went without me while I stayed with my grandparents.

The fogs of memory preclude me from knowing why, but I remember being extra grumpy about life while she was gone. The childhood vitriol melted instantly when she picked me up, and I saw the treasures she'd bought me – a pristine RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK VHS tape and a MONSTER IN MY POCKET figure!

#8: It's Good to Be King

Summer wasn't summer if it didn't include one trip to King's Island - the Ohio amusement park made of dreams and overworked costumed employees. At the time, every ride and character were made to resemble Hanna-Barbera properties. Having lunch with your partner is great, but having lunch with Scooby Doo AND Space Ghost? On top of riding roller coasters? That was pure magic.

The night was complete only if I bought a blue Candy Rock stick for the ride home. It was the perfect day (Ignore that everyone but me got Pinkeye on that trip.)

I hope these memories stirred up some of your own about the magic of Summer. Thanks!! 

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

People I want to get to know better

Tagged by @vellatra! Thank you!

Last Song: Forever & Always by Written By Wolves

Favorite color: Blue!

Currently watching: MacGyver(2016) I guess? I'm not currently watching anything very much. Dipping my toes into Castle a bit as well.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Ssssavory?? I love sweet as well, not a big spicy person because I am white like bleached flour

Relationship status: single as a pringle and hoping to stay that way for the foreseeable future 👍

Current Obsession: Minecraft!

Last thing you Googled: "Can adults get RSV". Guess what illness is going around my daycare? :^)

Tagging @galaxythedragonshifter, @artimies6, @im-ichihime-trash, @psalmsinthedark, and @artsy-dreamer if yall wanna give it a go!

editing to tag @ldinkaofficial

[h50europe]

For many of us, McDanno has always been the REAL deal. Not so for homophobe showrunner PL. Now we know why he gender-swapped Higgings and made her a woman. He wanted to prevent creating another male duo from becoming a fan favorite and wanted Higgins and Magnum to hook up from the get go. Or why is it we never got shower scenes between Danny and Steve? Asking for a friend...

On another note, Magnum can't hold a candle to McDanno! PL used his last bit of influence to ensure NBC picked up the already canceled show. It is his last remaining show on TV since he got fired by CBS. Even if he is no longer the showrunner, he runs the show from the shadows and makes sure his minions follow his orders. Also, H50 had a much bigger audience and fanbase and got picked up by no one. The same goes for MacGyver. As soon as Magnum aired, Lenkov lost interest in all his other projects, and it showed. He loved trashing the leads of H50 and MacGyver. What an idiot. Of all his shows, he saved the one that was nothing but a cheap copycat of H50.

Imagine Alex and Scott would have played Magnum and Higgins. Would have been fun to watch! And now bash away, I couldn't care less.

[ash5monster01]

Hi how are you? I don't know if you are accepting requests... but if so, I would like to ask Macgyver for something

I imagine something, where the reader is jealous of Mac with Desi or Riley, and to make matters worse for the reader, one of them ends up getting hurt, and then Mac gives her his full attention? (Riley, Desi) and the reader starts to feel super insecure and super bad...

Thankss!!

first of all the fact I have a MacGyver request right now is nothing short of amazing. with the show being over for a while now the fandom has died down quite a lot and I am happy to write for him whenever. I will also be choosing Desi for this considering I’m very anti-Desi, apologies to anyone who likes her. anyways I hope you enjoy xx

Wish It Was Me

Pairing: Angus MacGyver x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, language, angst, heartache, unreciprocated feelings, fluff, happy ending (don’t worry)

Summary: After months of pretending that his behavior doesn’t bother you, you finally find yourself getting fed up and showing your heartbreak towards the boy. He uses this as an excuse to finally confront his feelings for you.

word count: 2.4k

Masterlist

Harboring a crush on the man your job required you to protect was a great work ethic tactic. In fact it was the best one you had yet. Obviously you’d protect anyone of the team but if something ever actually happened to Mac, you’d be more than upset. Quite possibly crushed. It was also a great tactic considering you were very well trained at keeping your emotions intact which meant not once had you given up the fact you had any feelings for the blonde boy at all. It was simple actually, pine for him when you were alone and protect him when you were together. Always at his 6, gun pointed and loaded. A team always and forever.

That is until Desi Nguyen came along.

Not only is she just as good as you at combat but she was also getting closer to the team and you despised that. Feelings of replacement and jealousy filling you which made you angry for experiencing such emotions at all. It started to get worse when you noticed how close Mac was getting to her. Hell when she first showed up she had caught him leaving the shower and she hadn’t been shameless about it at all. You were the only one to successfully pass her test and she acted like because of that, the two of you were friends. That made it even worse.

It started with him laughing at her jokes, then it was grabbing a coffee after work, and pretty soon it was slight touches in passing, barely noticeable, but there. It was driving you up a wall, yet you’d never show it. Not only was Mac completely clueless but Riley and Bozer as well. So when you find yourself particularly angry for being sent in the field with Mac and Desi, no one seems to pay no mind because you are a shell of stoic. Untouched by silly and childish feelings of crushes and love. You wonder if there is possibly anything that could break your cool and calm structure.

“Y/N, I need you for a minute” your heart stutters, wishing he meant it in a different way, some other way. Yet you obey, not even a glimmer of hope shining as you look in his eyes. “Hold this wire for me please”

“Better hurry guys, we’re gonna have guests soon” Desi speaks, still on guard for any unwanted visitors. You slide your gun in the holster, allowing her to cover you both as you hold the wire like Mac asked.

“Please tell me this will only blow up the bad guys and not us” you tell Mac, a sly smile on your face and he chuckles, his hand twisting with his Swiss army knife as he works on something you can’t possibly comprehend.

“I’m not making any promises” he tells you and you fight the grin that wants to crawl across your face. You want to smile at him like he hung the stars but your job was to protect, not love. Even if you wanted to you’d be afraid of doing it for competition now, even if you didn’t know how Mac felt about Desi you knew she liked him.

That point is proven when you’re interrupted by the heavy footsteps of three men. A shot is let off in the air before you have time to register that the shot was heading for Mac. Desi does her job which is the same as yours, stepping in front of the bullet, and letting it knock her to the ground. You don’t have time to think about it, you move on command, years of skill practically motorized into your being. Your gun is out your holster in seconds and you’ve shot all three men to the ground before anyone can think about it. It’s what you were built for.

“Shit Desi, are you okay?” it’s Mac’s voice that pulls you from combat mode. You turn to find he has taken position over her fallen form, both her hands and his own holding her wound tightly as she bleeds from her torso.

“Been better Mac” she tells him, voice straining like she’s clearly in pain. You see it in his eyes though. It’s what keeps you from rushing to her side as well. It was there all along and maybe he was just as good at hiding it as you or you were denial. He’s looking at her the way you would’ve looked at him if he was the one laying on that ground.

“Matty, we’re gonna need an exfil location stat. Desi has been shot” you call over on your comm’s and the worried voices from the other team members seem to make you sadder. Feeling abandoned by your team and guilty for allowing such personal feelings to make you seem so cold towards a girl who had never done anything wrong to you.

“Alright, hang in there Des. We’ll get you out of here” it’s the nickname that comes from his mouth that makes bile rise to your throat but when he cradled the girl in his arms it’s something else entirely. Pain worse than you’ve faced in the field sears through you and when Mac looks up at you, you decide it’s time to accept that this is your life now. Him and her. The real team.

What you don’t know is that Mac see’s it. The pain, it’s written clear as day across your face. It startled him for a moment because you never give anything up. A statue of a person and to see you seem so dejected is heartbreaking in a way he can’t comprehend. He knows it’s not worry for Desi, he’s sure that is inside of you somewhere, but the pain written across your face is one of longing. After months of wishing you’d reciprocate any feelings for him at all he realizes they were always there, just under the surface.

Matty pulled off an emergency extract quickly, and thankfully the debrief was quick due to worry of Desi’s condition. Everyone can tell you’re defeated, more than likely thinking it was from an unsuccessful mission. You let them, and go to your rented room in Mac’s home. For the first time in months wishing you didn’t live there. Thankful Bozer and Mac stayed back you pour yourself a heavy glass of wine, find yourself in a warm shower, and then curled on your bed in some pajamas with a book. You’re four glasses of wine deep and halfway through the book when you hear the front door open and close.

“I’m home” is called out. Mac who had been with Desi all this time. Bozer had come home hours ago, and was more than likely asleep. For the first time in a while you wished you had shut your bedroom door to avoid him, have a good night sleep in before you had to deal.

“Hey, you’re up” he’s in your doorway in seconds. You feel yourself sitting up and removing the reading glasses from your face. Mac always finds it odd seeing you like this. Curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, the smell of fresh wine and a vanilla candle, silk sleep sets laid across your skin, hair piled high on your head. You were so soft compared to the girl in the field. The same girl he watched take down three men in lightning speed today. Now somehow you were in bed with a book. Weird how the world worked.

“Not really tired, is um. Is Desi okay?” you feel bad for not showing much interest in her well being. You just needed some time to think, some time to regain your composure.

“Last I checked yeah, I haven’t seen her for a couple of hours” he admits as he walks in. As he sits at the end of your bed you realize this isn’t uncommon. You two are still friends. No matter what you realized today.

“I thought you were with her?” you give him a puzzled look and he shrugs.

“I was, yeah. Then once I knew she was stable I went back to the Phoenix to fill out a mission report. Then Matty took advantage and got me to catch up on paperwork I’d been avoiding for a while” you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes your lips. Mac was a professional at avoiding the paperwork part of his job but every once in a while Matty could get her way.

“That’s on you for going back” you tell him and he chuckles along with you, head nodding.

“Could I ask you something?” he says once the laughter has quieted down and you find yourself getting exceptionally nervous. He can’t tell.

“Always Mac, it’s kinda my job” you tease which is true. When you were hired at the Phoenix Foundation it was literally to protect Mac in the field. You were pretty sure his name is in your exact job description.

“You’re not on the clock” he says which in a way was true but not really. It wasn’t uncommon for threats to breach your shared home, the minute that happens you’ll be protecting him then too.

“MacGyver, get to the question” you tell him even though you’d rather he walk out and never ask you any questions ever.

“Today you looked, well you never usually look like anything. But today you looked hurt, dare I say heartbroken” and you feel all the air sucked out of the room because you had shown emotions past your exterior and Mac had seen them.

“I don’t know what you mean” but you couldn’t look him in the eyes and he knew. He knew it deep in his bones.

“Look Y/N, maybe I could be wrong. That it was all just concern but if you feel anything for me the way I feel for you than that look was so much more than that” his words almost didn’t register. Your heart caught them before your head did. It was ramming against your rib cage and your head was snapping towards him because MacGyver of all people just admitted to having feelings for you.

“Feel for me?” you questioned quietly, your eyes locking on his own blue ones. You had seen Mac serious about many things before but somehow this seemed like more.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? Of course I have feelings for you. I spend all of my time with you considering we work and live together. On top of that you are always taking care of me and are the most interesting person I’ve ever met in my life. I was in love with you within a month of knowing you. Jack would always tease me about it” a small squeak left your throat at his confession. Wondering how you had never seen it before.

“Jack knew?” maybe it wasn’t the best question at the moment, but since Jack had passed it was hard to bring him up. Knowing he had passed away and there were things none of you guys got to tell him.

“Yeah, I always promised him I’d tell you how I felt one day and every day since he passed I’ve been breaking that promise more and more. So here I am not breaking it” he told you, a hand running wildly through his hair.

“What about Desi?” you wanted to make sure, needed to make sure.

“She’s just a friend. Most of the time I just flirted with her to get a reaction out of you” this was the most shocking of all. You’d expected him to say he had gained feelings for her too, but now as he sat at the end of your bed staring back at you with hopeful eyes you realized this was never the case.

“So it’s me?” you asked and a smile cracked across his face, a deep chuckle coming out as he dropped his head. His soft blonde locks dangling in front of his eyes.

“Yes Y/N. It’s always been you” he told you once he looked back up, and finally you allowed a real smile to cross your face.

“Well this is a first” you chuckled, hand reaching to grab your glass of wine. You gulped back the last sip and abandoned the empty glass, him watching you closely.

“What is?” he asked once you seemed to have your head straight.

“Having someone return the same feelings I have for them. I mean it usually never happens because I save face when it comes to emotions but here we are. You and me. In my room. Being adult and admitting things like attraction” you blabbered lightly and Mac laughed, a wide grin on his face. You suddenly had the urge to grab hold of the deep red shirt he had on, it matching the color of wine on your lips.

“So you’re admitting you like me too?” he asked and you just rolled your eyes before shoving your book out of your lap.

“Shut up and kiss me MacGyver” and he wasted no time, a devious grin crawling across his face as he moved to climb over to you. The anticipation of him getting closer seemed to take forever but finally he was face to face, arms locked on either side of you, and you took a moment to inspect every inch of him. “I have good taste”

“I do too” and then he was closing the gap between you both. Lips slotting gently against your own. His mouth was warm and soft, much different from his calloused hands. Your fingers tangled in his hair, mussing it around. Kissing him was like taking in a breath of fresh hair and pretty soon his tongue was dipping your mouth, tasting the wine left behind from your leisure afternoon. Tangling your tongue with his own you realize you could stay like this forever, just the two of you, in this room.

“It’s so not fair” you said once you broke apart, foreheads pressed together and heavy breaths panting out of both of you.

“What’s that doll?” he asked and you sighed.

“You’re good at everything else, you can’t be good at that too” and he was laughing, arms wrapping around you as he rolled over and pulled you on top of him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you what else I’m good at too”

[dailycharacteroption]

Improvisor Operative (Operative Alternate Class Feature)

(photograph and prop weapon by NuclearSnailStudios on DeviantArt)

Whether it’s MacGyver, Kevin McCallister, or any number of heroes with a genius level understanding of how objects work together, there’s something we all love about the gadgeteer hero that can rig a weapon or working device from whatever happens to be on hand.

Such is the inspiration behind today’s operatives, for while one might associate mechanics with jury rigging and creating objects from seeming trash, the spy or agent that can make anything they need is also a fun version of the trope.

As we’ll soon see, these operatives can form a solution to any problem as long as they have time and materials on hand.

With a few moments of time, these sneaks can turn an object into an improvised weapon, adjusting it to also be thrown and usable with their operative training. Typically, these weapons deal bludgeoning, slashing, or piercing, but I could make an argument for them dealing other damage types if the right components are used. A bit of resolve can even be used to cobble together the weapon in the same fluid motion as them picking it up or drawing it.

What’s more, they can rig junk into various technological devices, which typically only have enough power to be used once, but a bit of resolve can be used to bolster that duration.

This ability replaces the operative’s edge, but with the ability to replicate technological devices on the fly, I’d say it’s pretty fairly balanced. That being said, I feel like a few other operative abilities might have been traded out to make this ability more flexible.

This archetype has elements of the junker gadgeteer, but also of the specialist agent, able to procure and improvise technology in an almost Metal Gear sort of way. As such, the reason for their skill set can vary a lot depending on the character, and I think that’s worth exploring.

Sometimes you come across a story on the infosphere that seems too amazing to be plausible. For example, stories of a stranded spacer converting their entire cargo of children’s toys into simple distress beacons, weapons, and the like seems too incredible, but it is very real. Some wonder if there is more than an engineering degree at work here.

Most loquan prefer to live in a realm of magic beneath the mists of their homeworld. However, a few do choose to venture out among the starts. They often have to learn very quickly the technological solutions to problems they’d normally solve with magic, and some have an exceptional knack for it.

When you choose to give up the nomadic subsistence life of the haan, one must learn to survive alone and with others. As such, many paramilitary groups try to recruit them as premier survivalists as they leave their homeworld. Of course, many a savvy haan recognize this for what it is, and chafe over being treated as a commodity.

[rosieblogstuff]

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “_ + =__”

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

(asks from the Asks for Writers to Procrastinate list)

🍄 Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “_ + =__”

The irony of a question that describes the title for 90% of my WIPs & at least 75% of the fics for this fandom in general. 😂

How about

rare disease + lying about your job = near-death medical mystery

(That's the WIP I've been working on for over a year and someday SOMEDAY will actually finish.

I had this idea that if I made myself not post it until it was done, I'd write faster. 🤣 Turns out this was not the case. But I have 7.5 chatpers/20k words and someday I'm going to post like a whole story in a week. I swear. BUT NOT UNTIL IT'S ALL DONE this time.)

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Ooooh well. That depends on your definition of "havent even started yet". If I have an idea for a thing I have almost certainly written at least half a scene about it and, if I'm lucky enough to have more ideas about the thing, written down some notes. If I don't write it down at all the details will fall out of my brain like water from a sieve and then I'll be annoyed with myself later.

But ok so an idea I've written very little of. I actually have a couple "big" ideas that I haven't gotten far with. They'd require a lot more outlining to make them come together. But ok.

So someday I'm want to write this fic idea where Matty decides she's just DONE with James MacGyver and she's going to take care of the problem herself. And not by just by sending Mac on a wild goose chase until he decides to give up. She's going to eliminate all possibility of James ever showing up at all by having him assassinated.

And who could do this job for them? Maybe even for free, because it's basically taking out the trash? Murdoc of course! Bonus that he really has a personal thing against abusive father figures.

Of course she can't do this alone. She's going to have to drag some into this mess with her. I honestly have had a tough time deciding if she's going to enlist Riley or Bozer to help her out. I've been leaning toward Riley, although I could see Bozer doing it out of loyalty and sour memories of James. (Jack gets left in the dark again, for various reasons including that she thinks it's best if he has plausible deniability in all of this.)

There will be problems later because Murdoc is still the #1 baddie on Phoenix's list, and analysts get wind that he's up to something locally. Mac and Jack decide this is a great time to hunt him down. It's not like Matty can say no to that, especially when James is probably barking at her to get rid of the hitman who's after Angus.

This is sort of the part where I haven't untangled the rest of the plot because there are so many possibilities. At some point somebody (James? Jack?) is going to get suspicious of Matty's behavior. At some point Murdoc is going to get caught, or almost caught, and there's no way he can stop himself taunting Mac. At some point Riley is going to have to decide if she's going to take the fall for Matty because either way, she's going to end up in trouble somehow.

Yeah so that's as far as I've gotten.

Come to think of it my other big unwritten fic idea also has to do with the problem of James' existance... but that's a fic for another ask sometime. :)

[heimeldat]

I just realized MacGyver was one of my first blorbos, long before I knew what blorbos were. I was so obsessed with this show in middle school (god that was 20 years ago I'm old). I was always picking up random trash and trying to make stuff with it or storing it in my pockets (even going so far as to add extra pockets to this one horrible old vest I wore all the time) so I could always have something Useful(tm) in my pockets. I wrote heaps of MacGyver fanfic with the serial numbers lightly obscured (because I didn't think fanfic was proper writing so I had to at least change the names haha). Rewatching this is giving me feels and making me want to pat dorky baby Gale on the head. Good times.

[insomniakingdoom]

Oh yea, never told you about a dream I made two month ago. 

Basically Nitendo gave a female equivalent to Waluigi, her name was *drum rolls* Gabriella. She wasn’t related to him or anything despite their ressemblance. Gabriella was exclusive to a cartoon show staring the Mario brothers with Waluigi as a reccuring antagonist. I don’t remember a lot of the dream, but it was similar to Phineas and Ferb where Waluigi basically had a  Doofenshmirtz role. 

Gabriella was a fearsone real estate agent and there was a running gag where everytimes she assess a house, there was Waluigi in it. He was homeless. So there was somekind of rivalry between them because of it. There still was point where they manage to work together. Waluigi being an inventor and all. The kind of guy who was able to MacGyver any trash he came across into a very elaborate weapon. 

Oh and apparently there was a sad backstory to Gabriella where she lost her pet goldfish in the ocean and it somehow survived? And became huge like a whale. At one point, she convince Waluigi to use his talent to help her save the goldfish and clean up the ocean pollution. Very wholesome dream overall.  Just remembered a scene where basically Gabriella went into an abandonned house to see if she could sell it at a good price and all. Then she just encounter Waluigi with a cup of coffee in hand. She was so confused and just asked “how” then Waluigi just shrugged and said that there was still electricity despite the house being abandonned for years. Then he asked if she wanted some. Gabriella was so done and just leaved.