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tokuvivor · 7 months ago

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Hello, my duck-loving friends. In lieu of @violetganache42 providing highlights from last night’s Movie Night (Duckburg Adventures edition), I’ll actually be taking a crack at it.

Chef Donald

Ass shot opening

@shewhowantsmouseears: “This is one of those ‘Donald is trying to live his life and god said fuck you’ shorts, I can tell already”

Trans Donald talk (egg laying)

Waffle misadventures ensue when Donald pours rubber cement into the batter

He’s gonna get his waffles or die trying

Donald’s angry squawk

Taking his anger out on Old Mother Mallard

Seriously, what did she do?

Send in the Clones

@writebackatya comparing the ‘87 theme to Hall and Oates

Breaking the rules of strictly Duckburgian adventures

Poe

Beagle Boys sounding like Meowth

Magica’s voice sounding more Slavic than Italian

Mel and I making references to Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle

Dewey’s voice changing?

The Beagle Boys (as the triplets) not wanting to wear their suit jackets

OG Webby!

NO NOT THE DOLL

Webra Walters with the Baba Wawa voice (shoutout early SNL)

Everyone is confused by the clones

“I haven’t eaten in minutes.”

Cracker-snatched

Theme song moment!

Scrooge racism moment

Huey as Chicken Little

Splatter Phoenix is art lesbian Jesus

Another theme song moment!

“Banned!” “That’s my joke!”

Daytrip of Doom!

Missy wanting to smash Scrooge

Webby is scary (and adorable)

Beakley being mad about Scrooge reconnecting with his family

“Ow, my tailbone!”

“Uh…ocupado.” “House meeting. NOW.”

@alex31624 singing the Spanish DuckTales theme

Louie sitting away from the other kids

Dana Terrace!

Beakley’s rules

“Wait, are they gonna kiss?”

Funso’s Fun Zone (“Where fun is in the zone!”)

Dewey definitely taught his brothers to harmonize

Webby autism moments (there are many in this episode, believe me)

Will talking about the parallels between Daytrip of Doom! and Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!

“Unrealistic for children to act like that.” Bitch what

Webby’s first time on a bus

Beagle Boys!

Fuckin’ Timmy Jenkins

Louie showing Webby the ropes

Jane! (Will, you’ve convinced me on just how great she is)

Not water

Jane tries to help Webby

Fruity water

Jane and Gandra are definitely friends

Uke or Puke!

WEBBY KILL

Beakley basically watching a Donald Duck cartoon

HDLW siblings real

Ma Beagle in the house!

Margo Martindale is a legend

Comparison to Mama Fratelli from The Goonies

Episode with ‘87 vibes (this and The Living Mummies of Toth-Ra!)

Webby wants to be normal

“Normal’s overrated.” “We need you to be Webby normal.”

Discussing autistic episodes

DONALD KILL

Webby getting the best of Ma

Donald hug

“I’m on Webby’s team!” -HDL

How did Donald not know Beakley was a spy?

Dough Ray Me

White Fenton jumpscare

@godfrey-the-chaos-duck and Will: “You know what else has an arcade?” “My mom!” “…the server.”

Fenton taller than Scrooge

Ghostbusters reference!

Fenton being voiced by a guy named Hamilton and Hamilton himself

OG Gyro

Lin-Manuel Miranda being a legend for saying this

Godfrey putting the do-re-mi pun together

Gyro being an ass to Fenton in ‘17 is karma for ‘87

Fenton’s vampire look

Minor Fenro discourse

Economics lesson!

HSM reference (status quo)

Nice jail cell

German inflation after WWI

Club Penguin reference (there were a few mentions of Club Penguin last night)

Gosalyn would take advantage of fraudulent allowance

Scrooge is pissed

To the moon (like Della)

Going full Peter Griffin

Beakley needs booze (also, Lady Olivia reference)

Reference to a fic about Scrooge having a mental breakdown regarding his riches (Cape Town, 1913)

Swimmin’ Hole

Summer!

Pete Hate Club is back

He took the swimming hole!

Electric fence

“We killed Holey!”

@violetganache42 and I referencing the Suite Life PRNDL scene

Bambi reference

Mickey is too nice

Who is Gizmoduck?!

Spam’s love for Mark Beaks

Huey helping Donald at the bank

Everyone is threatening Huey tonight

Fenton!

Huey’s big eyes when Roxanne Featherly interviews him

Goldie O’Gilt as a Christ figure

Incompetently dangerous or dangerously incompetent?

M’ma!

Mark and his ship names

The Gearloose Hay Wire

Huey climbing up Gizmoduck

Mark is Jasmine from Aladdin

Fenton’s destiny

“You will be mine.”

Gyro firing Fenton

Waddleduck

Huey being extra

“In the recycling, you monster!”

Mark being racist

That’s not Gizmoduck!

“I am not your amigo.”

More Huey climbing

Fenton sacrifices himself…but he’s alive!

He still can’t get his damn respect from Gyro, though

Waddleduck song in the ending credits!

The Good Muddahs

Webby episode!

No one wants to play with her

Someone please give this child a hug

Beagle Babes!

Why do they have globes on their chests?

Pink gun

They got Webby!

Beakley said “hussies” holy shit

Thugs and kisses…

The cops in this episode are immensely fucking stupid and useless

HIS WEE WEBBIGAIL

Beagle Babes with Webby

They’re trying, and so far, they’re failing

That’s not Cinderella

Okay they’re bonding with her good

Shoplifting list!

Pulling a gun on your sister

@hueberryshortcake: “She has two ladylike charms. Sorry.”

Beakley is pissed

Bubba nose

They found Webby! She doesn’t want to leave, though. But what if…

THEY RUINED HER

Webby with a gun help

Bagel Beebs

The boys driving the car

Beagle Babes reformed…wait, they want to go back to jail

Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!

Team Magic!

Tempest in a teapot

Missy’s love for Della

Legends of Legendquest!

Goldie!

“Scariest bunny in the pet shop”

Scheme Team ready to go

Huey farming

Della’s snatched waist

Beagle Boys sweep!

Guhmeemama

“Hellowyn, Llewellyn.”

Honey Bin

Percival P. Peppington (knockoff Willy Wonka)

The child! (Boyd)

Glomgold and Sharkbomb!

“Grandma…OW!…super young aunt”

“Hi, I’m BOYD!”

Lester’s Possum Park

The Duke

A wild Launchpad appears!

Goldie’s legs

Glomgold-Sharkbomb fight!

“Don’t tell me what to DOOOOO!”

#You’reAllWet

Boyd and Gumball sharing a VA

Not the farm!

Goku Huey!

Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid

Boyd goes berserk!

“I swore after last year no one’s eyes would melt out of their heads!”

Goldie betraying Louie

Fucked-up Boyd moment, continued

Goldiemama

“It’s over 9,000!”

HUEY KILL

“This is worse.”

Boyd is Doofus’ new brother

Mr. and Mrs. Drake growing spines and punishing Doofus

Accidental Timephoon! reference?

Huey’s in too deep

Louie’s picture in Goldie’s wallet!

And there you go! Better late than never, I guess. I tried to get in as much as I could. If I missed anything, feel free to add.

#ducktales #mickey mouse #ducktales fandom #duck tumblr #duckblr #duckblr movie night #chef donald #send in the clones #daytrip of doom!#dough ray me #swimmin’ hole #who is gizmoduck?!#the good muddahs #happy birthday doofus drake!

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icarusthelunarguard · 5 months ago

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

Just when you thought there was a cohesive plan for the Horrible-Scopes, that idea goes out the window. Yes there is a plan on HOW your ‘Scope came to be this week, but there’s no way to explain it easily. Try this explanation on for size: we rolled 12D12’s, each sign received a number, that number was used to search for music with that word in it, and finally your ‘Scope was born from that. With us so far? GREAT! Here we go!

Aries

We’re taking you out for a drink at a bar this week. Not because we want you drunk, but because we want you to pull a prank on the bartender. When they ask you what you want, ask if you can get, “A Grasshopper”. Now you’ll likely get a sudden glazed look from them for a few seconds, followed by one of two reactions. Either A) They’ll tell you to order something REAL or GTFO, or 2) They’ll eventually, slowly, smirk at you and make it, but likely at a premium price. So This Week… Whatever price they tell you, pay it and tip an extra fiver. When people ask what the hell you’re drinking, just tell them in your best deadpan voice, “It Is Green”.

Taurus

Ok, this time we’re just going to blatantly tell you - The song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas”? At the end of it, there are 364 gifts given. But here’s the BEST part: Since its inception in 1909 there have been SO MANY variations on the theme that you likely never knew about! So This Week… Sing it like this… Twelve Bulls a roaring, Eleven Badgers baiting, Ten Ships a sailing, nine Lambs a-bleating, Eight Hares a running, Seven Squabs a swimming, Six Ducks a-laying, A Golden Ring, Four Colly Birds, Three Fat hens, Two French hens, And The Sprig of a Juniper Tree! (Look, it’s the “Christmas In July ‘Scope” for you. Deal!)

Gemini

We know things have been rough on you lately, and we’re really expecting things to level off finally. But to get through this, you’ll need to get over yourself just a little because you’re suffering from Touch Starvation. No, you don’t need to go on some one-night stands, but you kinda do need to have some physical interactions. So This Week… Check your local listings, see if there’s a Cat Cafe in your vicinity, and book an hour’s time. And remember we said, “Cat Cafe”, not “Cat GIRL Cafe”.

Cancer Moon-Child

You need to brush up on your French. You want to go traveling out of the country, but you want to at least try to not be completely inept with language. Plus your cell phone’s data plan is going to charge you up the Yin-Yang if you want to use some translation service. So instead of buying a burner phone or relying on WIFI, just re-learn what you should still know from High School. So This Week… If you accidentally invite someone to go to bed with you while you’re in another country, be sure you’re asking the right person.

Leo

We get that you want to change jobs; want a new challenge, to get out of the rut you’re in, but looking to keep your pay rate. It’s not as easy to do as it used to be, but getting lateral promotions are still a thing. Just look up what your job’s typical compensation is, do some application farming, and see what comes up. If you get a chushie 9-to-5 in your pay-zone, see what your current company will do for you. If they’re unwilling to match it, skoot out and enjoy the new digs! So This Week… Well, we just told you. See if anyone’s willing to give you more for your special set of skills. OH! And No-Compete Clauses are totally unenforceable!

Virgo

You need to sample some booze this week. Obviously NOT if you’re a recovering alcoholic, of course. But if you’re not, now's as good a time as any to try something new. Don’t get beer or wine or vodka or tequila; Nothing that’s your typical Frat-Party Drink. Get something with a little class for a change. So This Week… FINE! You want “wine” but are willing to try a twist on it? Get some Sherry then.

Libra

Before you start thinking you know what’s coming your way, just know that even The Stars didn’t know what to do for you. But there’s a plan that’ll be worthwhile. Normally we wouldn’t suggest feeding a bad mood, but we can make a suggestion that’ll be fun at least. So This Week… Buy a box of Hershey's Chocolate Bars - it comes out to about a dollar a bar - and freeze them. See if you can drop them on a tabletop, breaking them into just two pieces. It might take several attempts, so be glad you got the 36 pack.

Scorpio

There is an old adage: Two Wrongs Don’t Make A Right. Three Rights Make A Left. We’ll pause for a few seconds so you can work that one out. (*Pause*) Ok, good. Now. We’re sending you on a road trip to New Jersey to visit Hot Dog Johnny's in Buttzville. YES, that’s a real place! It’s a roadside landmark that serves only hot dogs and French fries plus birch beer in frosted mugs! So This Week… Don’t try to make a Left Turn on Jersey Thorofares. You can only make Three Rights. You’ll see when you get there.

Sagittarius

Over the years there have been many variations on the Spider-Man theme, from the 1967 cartoon series to the 1977 live-action TV version. And, sure, there’s been all kinds of gritty or pop tunes made for him, but inevitably they all come back to the ‘67 classic for a reason. It’s the simple Rock-n-Roll, Blues, A-A-B-C style that’s just burned into our collective consciousness. So This Week… If you want to enjoy the classic as a punk version, grab 1995’s “Saturday Morning: Cartoons' Greatest Hits” album and listen to The Ramones taking a stab at it!

Capricorn

There are signs all over the place, all trying to distract you from what you need to do. Did you see the 1988 movie “They Live”? If you didn’t, you really need to see it! If you thought “Idiocracy” was too over-the-top trying to describe how humanity would devolve in 500 years, watch “They Live” and understand that it was written as a similar warning about 1980’s capitalism strangling society. So This Week… If someone offers you a set of sunglasses, Take Them!

Aquarius

Summer School is in and you need a Geography Pop Quiz: What city became the capital of the Roman Empire during the reign of Constantine the Great in 330 c.e.? (*PAUSE*) Time’s Up! Now, we would have accepted Byzantium, Nova Roma, Basileuousa (Queen of Cities), Megalopolis (the Great City), Polis (The City), or even Miklagarðr (the Big City in Norse). There are some of you who are now upset that we didn’t give a point for using either of the names used in a song by The Four Lads or They Might Be Giants. That’s because we asked what city BECAME - not what the city was named after it became the capital. So This Week… If you paid more attention in class we wouldn’t have to go through Summer School with you all over again. Now open your geography book to Chapter Seven and read up about Leif Erikson. And NO! He did NOT start a Cell Phone Company!

Pisces

Nobody wants to hear you say it, but you’re gunna. Not only are you right but we agree! Ol’ Billy Shakespear WAS a hack and used every cliche’ in the book! There’s no way someone like him could have come up with all those new words and terms and expressions and names while needing to have everything printed TWICE in a book so that it could be understood. If he was so damned good as a writer, how come no one can understand him? HMM?! So This Week… Have you ever tried to tame a shrew? Have you ever SEEN one? They’re like little mice, only different. You ever even HEARD of someone who’s tried to train one? Yeah, we didn’t think so.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

#parody #horrorscope #funny #horoscope #humor #comedy

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watch-grok-brainrot · 5 years ago

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Wuji Refrain Breakdown/Translation

I feel like every time I hear the refrain of the cql end theme I break a little because the feeling of mourning and missing and loving overwhelms me.

煮一壶生死悲欢祭少年郎

EVERY TIME this line starts playing my heart just stops. The imagery it invokes SO freakishly sad.

煮 - boil/cook

一 - a

壶 - pot

生 - life/birth

死 - death

悲 - sorrow

欢 -joy

祭 - sacrifice/memorialize

少 - small/young/few

年 - years

郎 - man/boy, used also as part of the binome meaning groom (新郎), sometimes used to address a male significant other.

So all together i would translate it as

“Boiling a pot of life’s breadth of feelings to memorialize a young man I loved”

The idea of “boiling a pot of” I associate with alcohol. A lot of old school booze was ingested warm. And that echoes the character for sacrifice/memorialize since alcohol is often poured onto the ground to memorialize people. Pour one out for the dead, right?

And the phrase 生死悲欢 actually echoes a song dynasty poem by su dong po where he says “ 人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺 humans suffer sorrow, joy, union, and separation and the moon has clear and overcast days, waxes and wanes”. The union and separation part of the phrase about people got replaced by life and death -- LWJ and WWX’s specific union and separation.

So the image this line paints in my head is snow slowly falling outside the jingshi. LWJ with his hair down, tending to a pot of emperor’s smile. Tears are probably flowing down his face but no one is there to see it so it’s ok. He pours out the emperor’s smile -- all of it -- and looks up at the moon and says something to WWX. And in his head, there is zero question that WWX is the youth he loved.

明月依旧何来怅惘

So this continues from the previous line where LWJ pours out the pot of liquor and thinks of wwx. He stares at the moon and he asks the moon about his feelings.

明- bright

月- moon

依旧- still/as before/ unchanged (two characters are aligned with and old)

何 - what/why

来 - come

怅惘 - listless/distracted

“The moon still shines bright, so from whence does my listlessness come?”

This echos poetry by Li Bai, Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi, Wang Changling, and basically anyone of note in chinese poetry. The image of a bright moon is often associated with wistful longing, missing loved ones, and inexplicable sorrow. Examples (via haoppo’s quick translation and any additional notes i think are relevant):

秦时明月汉时关，万里长征人未还。——王昌龄《出塞》

The bright moon since Qin and the Pass since Han, 10000 li traveling, the people have not returned.

( this is a poem about war. the moon and the pass symbolize how war has been continuous since these have existed. The 10000 li represents the distance between China proper and the borders. The people not returning are the soldiers. OOOOOF.)

明月几时有，把酒问青天。——苏轼《水调歌头》

When will the next bright moon be? I lift my liquor to ask the deep blue sky.

(This poem is ICONIC. It’s the on same one as where 人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺 is from. It’s very commonly associated with Mid Autumn Festival. The whole point of the festival is to look at the moon and realize everyone you love that is still alive is able to see that same moon. Sweet, sentimental, wistful)

春风又绿江南岸，明月何时照我还？——王安石《泊船��洲》

The spring breeze has brought greenness to the lands of Jiangnan. When will the moon’s light guide me home?

(Jiangnan means south of the river. It’s a region in china south of the yangtze. Iconic because it includes Shanghai, Nanjing (nanking), Hangzhou, Suzhou, etc. Jiangnan is where a lot of cultural things happened in south china. Hangzhou and Suzhou are two of THE MOST BEAUTIFUL cities. There’s a saying that in the sky there is heaven and on earth we have hangzhou and suzhou. I can go on about this but this isn’t a post about how freaking much i love traveling in jiangnan.)

我寄愁心与明月，随风直到夜郎西。——李白《闻王昌龄左迁龙标遥有此寄》

I mail my sorrowful heart and bright moon, via wind, directly to west Yelang

(I didn’t want to use the standard bright moon and frost poem we get whenever we think of Li Bai. But i also couldn’t not include Li Bai! So this one! Li Bai’s writing is pretty clear he has feels and he’s sending them to west Yelang. But what is west Yelang? It’s where his friend is! The poem is basically, hey, i heard you were at this palace so i’m writing you a poem and telling you how i want to be with you!)

So the next line is a tone shift and it’s more of a promise, IMO. This is WWX and LWJ’s wish. Not as heartbreaking but still part of the refrain so i want to include this in my post.

不如潇潇洒洒历遍风和浪

This part is a MOOD and hard to translate. I will try to at least explain it.

不如 - not as good as/would rather

潇潇洒洒 - freely/natural/easy/unrestrained (ope, isn’t this just wuji? :P)

历 - experience/weather

遍 - through

风 - wind

和 - and

浪 - waves

“I would rather freely experience all of life’s dangers.”

So, 潇潇洒洒 is just a MOOD. It’s the mood of a rogue cultivator untethered to rules. It’s the mood of the legendary masters in Wuxia Jianghu who does what they want and are completely at ease. They wander through towns righting wrongs and standing up for justice and then leave without a trace. It’s the feeling of wind in your hair as you stand at the top of a hill on a crisp day. It’s free of stress and pain and suffering. I think the closest thing i’ve seen in english is something like “footloose and fancy free” but without the romantic connotations.

And then the experience + through basically means experience all of or experience thoroughly.

And wind + waves is a way of saying hardships, danger, or trials: the wind blows and waves come, the waves bring the ups and downs of life. I love how chinese words are very imagery based.

天涯一曲共悠扬

tiān yá yì qǔ gòng yōu yang

天涯 - end of the earth (literally sky + cliff)

一 - a

曲 - song/tune

共 - together

悠扬 - melodious (leisurely + spread)

“Playing a melody together to the end of the earth.”

And this part of the song invokes the last scene of the show where WWX is playing a flute ON A CLIFF (note, end of earth = sky + cliff). I’m positive he’s there waiting for LWJ and trying to hasten LWJ’s appearance by playing THEIR SONG.

Ok. I’m done. I’m going to go listen to this song and TRY NOT TO CRY. And it’s ONLY 4 LINES of the song! The rest of it is just as bad. Gaaaaaaaah. SO MANY FEELS.

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enchanted-moura · 2 years ago

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What has been your experience with astrocartography (astrolocation) and planetary lines?

Very true and very powerful when I have traveled. I live on my Sun line and near my Venus line, so I have a great deal of popularity and protection from hateful people.

Each planet is going to give your life the theme of its energy.

You should also look at where the planet sits in your chart. e.g., a planet in the 7th house makes that LINE filled with people who want some kind of relationship, even a future spouse can come from this line. 4th house planets make their lines have a family and home flavor.

Sun line: Ego power and being a star. Brings responsibility but not too much. Leo energy.

Moon line: staying at home and being caught in sensations. Might bring very emotional people who want reassurance. Cancer energy.

Mercury line: neighbors, siblings, communication, research, routines, gossips, and lower education. Gemini and Virgo energy.

Venus line: lots of secret admirers, money, beauty, being a social butterfly. Libra and Taurus energy.

Mars line: Only good for military men and athletes. Can bring trouble with men and authority figures. Lots of high speed and destructive energy. Scorpio and Mars energy.

Jupiter line: Lots of good luck, inflated self image, travel, arrogant people or being arrogant and snotty. Good for higher education or can lead to boozing and drugging a lot. Sagittarius and Pisces energy.

Saturn line: Only good for people when they work very hard and live in utter discipline. Very isolating, very bare bones, very harsh on teaching you your karmic lessons. Terrible for slackers. Saturn and Aquarius energy.

Uranus line: Excellent for researchers, humanitarians, and geniuses. Brings lots of networking opportunity and futuristic energy. Also brings both good and bad luck randomly, terrible for homebodies and people who hate change. Energy of Aquarius.

Pluto line: This is a life and death line. Can bring danger, abuse, transformation, power, and forced facing of your soul. Stay away unless you are strong and blessed in the 8th house energies. This line can destroy simple people or even get you killed. Scorpio energy.

Chiron line: Brings you to commit your karmic sins and forces you to carry the lesson as a wounded healer. Stay away unless you want huge trouble. Everyone I know who was born on a Chiron line suffered terrible abuse as a child.

- Sierra Penguin

#astrocartography

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aphrodite-made-me-write-it · 3 years ago

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Dawnbringer - Part One

(A/N) um, idk what to really say other than i wanted a werewolf kate fic and then i wrote one so here’s the first chapter alskfdj probably won’t be long, 4-6 chapters max just beefy and dripping with plot

read it on ao3

Rating: E (Explicit eventually, rn it’s fine)

Warnings: Dark Themes; Supernatural Creatures; Werewolf Tropes; Vague Prophecies; Legions of the Undead; Vampiric Overlords; Sapphic Pining; Gay Panic; Darcy Lewis being a fucking g; R’s parents had a nasty divorce and they’re not great ppl but they love R so at least we dont have entirely fucked up parents in this fic lmfao; that’s it for now but this will eventually have p0rn as usual so let’s just get that warning out there now

Pairing: Werewolf!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.3k

Total Word Count: 5.3k (for now)

Synopsis: After an uneventful party, your night becomes a whole lot more eventful when you meet an enormous blue-eyed wolf.

| Part One | Part Two |

You don’t typically attend the outrageous weekend parties that your friends enjoy frequenting, but this week has been rough to say the least. With finals rapidly approaching, the tests and assignments thrust upon you for your final year in college have piled up to an alarming proportion. If the stress of that weren’t enough to kill you, during what few hours of sleep you’re able to steal, you’re restless. Strange dreams that you can’t remember upon waking up haunt your evenings, leaving you uneasy in the morning and anxious throughout the day.

So, really, you just came to the party for the free booze and hopefully force yourself into having some fun. It didn’t last long, though. Your friends ditched you, and you ended up spending the last hour and a half on a couch in the corner of the dingy frat basement. You only really gained the energy to leave when some guy started talking to you about NFTs.

The waning half moon bathes the campus in her hooded gaze, illuminating the sidewalk better than the flickering yellow street lamps. The evening air is blissful against your overheated skin, the party apparently being warmer than you thought it was. It’s quiet as you make your way towards your apartment complex, which, thankfully, isn’t very far from your university.

Cedar and maple trees line the street, and the further you walk towards your apartment, the thicker their numbers grow. Joined by sycamore and oak, the forest that resides directly across from your building is typically alive with insects and frogs this late at night.

Only halfway to your apartment do you realize that the forest is silent and still as death.

Something primal kicks in, pushing away all remnants of the hard seltzers you’d nursed over the course of the party. Your senses come alive in a way they never have before, your ears straining to pick up on any noise and the darkness seeming brighter. You can even smell more clearly as the adrenaline pumps into your veins.

A low growl spills from the darkness. Terror grips you, your entire body seizing as the instinct to fight and the instinct to flee begin to go at war within your body and mind. In the end, your fearful state gives the creature plenty of time to slip from the shadows of the trees.

An enormous black wolf, bigger than any you have ever seen before, approaches you with its head lowered and hackles raised. Piercing blue eyes seem to look right through you as its lips curl back to reveal long, sharp teeth.

You make peace with death in the milliseconds between the wolf lunging at you and the moment you realize it’s running right past you. Dazed and petrified, you can only stumble until you’re turned around, watching the creature pounce on another person. A man.

The man lets out a furious snarl that the wolf meets with a snarl of its own. To your amazement, even as the wolf rips into the man’s flesh, no blood spills. Not a single drop. In fact, the skin seems to turn to stone the second the wolf manages to tear off an arm.

The man shoves the wolf away with such strength you gasp. The wolf goes flying into the woods, and in the blink of an eye the man is on you. You cry out in fear, his only arm coming up to grip your throat and tilt your head viciously to the side.

It occurs to you that perhaps the wolf had been protecting you. You call out for it, “Come back! Help!” and though you don’t expect a wild animal to obey you, to your amazement, the black wolf comes bounding out of the tree line again. This time, there’s a new fury in its blue gaze.

It stops short when it realizes the grip the man has on you, teeth bared in a threatening growl.

“You can’t stop us, mutt,” the man hisses, his hands ice cold on your skin. “She’s coming with me.”

You squirm hard against him, fear coursing through your body and making you tremble uncontrollably. His strength is alarming, his body feeling hard as a statue as you fight against it. “W-what do you want from me? Let me go!”

“Quiet!” The man snaps, squeezing your throat so hard you nearly blackout. “Once we awaken her blood, she’ll bring forth our master and-”

The wolf lunges. You faintly register a stinging in your shoulder when the man is ripped away from you. You’re thrown to the ground, body finally giving into the uncontrollable trembles that have overtaken it. You can do nothing but cower and cover your head as screams and vicious growls fill the air. What sounds like hard stone being split open cracks into the night, the following silence ringing with your terror.

Warm breath on your shoulder makes you whimper and flinch. A wet nose nudges against your skin, a tongue soothing over throbbing flesh. You’ve been wounded. You hadn’t quite picked up on it right away, but as you force your eyes open you’re met with the sight of a bloodied shoulder, what looks to be claw marks from when the wolf had gone for the man.

You jump in alarm when you realize the wolf is right there, right next to you, and it had licked your shoulder. The creature gives a low whine, blue eyes meeting yours apologetically. It strikes you how intelligent those eyes are, as if there were some sort of humanistic understanding in them.

You let out a shaky breath, turning over so you can sit up and face the animal. It doesn’t move, though it watches you with those strange eyes intently. With slightly shaking fingers, you reach out and stroke the creature’s neck. Its shining black fur is softer than you thought it would be, the beast calmer than you’ve ever heard of any wild wolf being.

This has to be some sort of dream.

You’ve had strange dreams all your life, and this has to be one of them.

A disbelieving laugh escapes you, and the wolf tilts its head as if confused.

“I’ve never had a wolf save me in my dreams before,” you say, because you may as well talk to the creature if this is all a dream. Because wolves can’t understand humans, because this wolf is too big to be a wolf. It doesn’t answer, as one should expect from a wolf. “Usually the monsters get me.”

At this, another low whine slips from it. You pet it absentmindedly, wondering when you’ll wake up. Typically, when you realize you’re dreaming again, you wake right back up. This doesn’t seem to be the case tonight, however. And that wound on your arm is smarting.

“This… this isn’t a dream, is it?” You ask.

The wolf shakes its head. You stare at it in astonishment. There it is, confirmation that this wolf understands you and that this isn’t a dream.

You stand on shaking legs, scoffing. The wolf moves as if to help you stand, then hesitates.

“I can’t… do this right now, I’m sorry. Creepy stone men that try to kill me and wolves that can understand me are enough crazy for one night, thank you very much.”

The wolf stares at you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it was smiling.

“Well, thanks for the save,” you clear your throat and look at your shoulder with a wince. “I guess I’ll never forget you.”

The wolf whines again when you make to leave. You sigh. “What, do you want to walk me home or something?” The beast steps forward. “Okay,” you nod. “Alright, fine. Um. Cool. I hope this doesn’t mean you expect any food because I’m literally broke and don’t have any… wolf food… in my apartment.”

The wolf snorts. Okay, yeah, you’re losing your mind.

You start towards the building again, feeling far safer with this gigantic monster at your side than you have ever felt walking down a dark street in the middle of the night. It keeps to the side of the road that the woods border, the shadows of the trees cloaking its massive form as it easily keeps pace with you with its long legs.

“So, if I’m really going crazy,” you say slowly, “and you really understand me… are you able to tell me what the hell that thing was back there?”

The wolf looks at you curiously, but shakes its head.

“Okay. Um.” You breathe through puckered lips thoughtfully. “Are you a boy?” It shakes its head ‘no’. “A girl?” A nod. The action looks so strange on the animal, you’re again caught off-guard. “Oh. Okay. Cool. Girls looking out for girls. I respect it.” The wolf snorts again, a low rumble that almost sounds like laughter coming from its chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never talked to a six-foot-tall wolf before. I don’t know what to ask you about.” You huff a little, though a smile is pulling at your lips. You see your apartment complex clearly, now, the parking lot illuminating the night like a beacon of safety. The wolf begins to slow her pace, so you follow suit and eye her curiously.

“So… whatever that guy was,” you begin quietly. “Should I… expect more of them?”

The wolf hesitates before giving a slow, cautious nod.

“Then… should I expect you, too?”

When the wolf nods again, she wags her tail.

“Okay,” you release a shuddering breath. “Okay, cool. Well, I’ll… see you around, then?”

The wolf steps towards you, lowering her head. You pet her between her ears, feeling far more relaxed now than you had been before. The pain in your shoulder is starting to get to you, now, but the bleeding stopped quicker than you thought it would. The wolf eyes your wound when you remove your palm from her head, a flash of worry in her gaze.

“It’s fine,” you assure her, gesturing to the scratch. “It’s just a flesh wound. I’ve had worse.”

You can’t quite shake the concern that rises in you when the wolf only stares solemnly at you in response. You give a final wave goodbye to your odd companion before crossing the dead street. Once you reach the entrance, a beautiful sound catches your attention. Ominous and haunting, it fills the night with one of nature’s most ancient and haunting melodies: the call of the wolf.

- - -

“You hear about the transfer from Columbia?” Darcy asks casually as she takes the desk next to yours.

“How the hell would I hear about a transfer from Columbia?” You scoff.

“She was at the party on Saturday.” She shrugs, pulling their bottom lip between her teeth. “She’s totally your type, I’m surprised you didn’t notice her.”

“And what, pray tell, is my type?” You eye your friend with a suspicious snort.

You and Darcy Lewis have been best friends since fifth grade, when your mom’s first holistic phase lead to an insanely restrictive diet and you promised Darcy your eternal friendship in exchange for some of her animal crackers. Needless to say, you have no plans on breaking that promise any time soon.

Darcy wasn’t much of a partygoer, either, but finals have had her stressed, too, and once she gets a few shots in her Darcy becomes the life of the party. You hadn’t told her about your encounter with the wolf, as you hadn’t seen the animal since. The wound had nearly been gone yesterday and by today all that remained of it was a sliver of a scar that looked as though it had been there forever.

Still, the encounter haunts the edges of your mind.

“Your type,” Darcy begins slowly, catching your attention again. “Is what you were bullied by in high school. The hot jocks.”

Your jaw drops. “What? That’s not even remotely true.”

“Remember Carol two years ago?”

You groan. “That’s not fair, she’s broken like twenty hearts since then.”

“Right. And what about back in high school, that cheerleader? Hailee?”

“I’m pretty sure we agreed to never speak her name again.”

“My point,” the brunette smacks her hands on the desk conclusively. “Is that your type are hot girls with big guns and nice buns.”

“I wish I could unhear that sentence.”

“Don’t even lie, that was-”

“Hi, can I sit here?” A voice behind you pulls your attention away from Darcy and suddenly you’re tongue tied. A girl with long, dark hair is standing at the desk beside you, eyebrow raising questioningly when you don’t give an immediate response.

“Whoa, what a coincidence!” Darcy’s voice is too chipper, you immediately know you’ve been caught in your gay panic. “Kate Bishop, right? From Columbia?” Well, shit.

“Yep,” Kate tucks one of her hands bashfully into the pocket of her varsity jacket while the other drops her bag on the floor beneath the desk. She slides into the seat and gives a lazy smile that shows off her dimples. Holy shit. “What’s the coincidence? Were you talking about me or something?”

Her icy blue eyes cast between you and Darcy before landing on you. A shock of familiarity washes over you, though you can’t quite place the feeling.

“We were, actually,” Darcy says at the same time as you say, “No, we weren’t.”

Kate laughs, her rich voice almost a growl as she says, “That’s comforting. Nothing bad, I hope?” Again, her gaze shifts to you in a strange way, as if silently communicating a question that you can’t pick up on.

“Not at all.” Darcy assures. “I was just telling (Y/N) about how you got your scholarship for archery. (Y/N)’s got a bit of a thing for the athletic arts.”

You cringe. “Darce-”

“Athletic arts?” Kate repeats with a snort. “I’ve never heard that one before.” She gives you a sly grin. “Does your friend always try to set you up like this?”

“Pretty much,” you nod, blushing.

“Hey!” Darcy protests.

Mercifully, the professor shows up and requests silence from the class.

As the lecture goes on, you often find yourself looking at Kate. Sometimes, you think you sense her looking at you, too, but when you try and catch her she’s casually looking ahead as if she hadn’t moved at all.

You can’t shake that odd tugging in the back of your mind. That sense of familiarity. Maybe you had seen her at the party, and forgotten? That couldn’t be possible. Your gay little mind wouldn’t let you forget her.

As much as you hated to admit it, Darcy was right. Kate Bishop is certainly your type. She takes off her purple and black jacket halfway through class, her tank top exposing strong biceps. You knew archery worked out like, all of your arm and shoulder muscles, but like, wow. Beyond that, Kate’s softer features are so disarmingly beautiful you have to force yourself to pay attention to the class you pay for the longer you look at her.

Finally, as the lecture comes to an end and the chatter of your peers once again fills the room, you allow yourself to get a good look at the archer. Only to find that Kate is looking right back at you, a smile on her lips.

“Can I get your number?” She asks.

A blush is back on your cheeks. “Y-yeah, totally.”

The brunette gives you her phone and you try to pretend your hands aren’t shaking as you type your number into a new contact. She’s already gathered her things by the time you give the phone back to her.

“I’ll see you around, (Y/N),” she says with a wink, stunning you further into silence as she turns to leave.

“You need to trust me more.” Darcy states cheekily.

“Shut up.” You huff.

What a weird fucking week.

- - -

Unknown hey :) it’s kate well obviously it’s me, you probably dont give out your number often unless you do in which case, hi, it’s kate from womens studies

You chuckle at the texts, earning a knowing glance from Darcy. She looks too cocky for her own good, so you stick your tongue out at her.

hey :) i was wondering when you’d finally text me

God, you hope that wasn’t too desperate. It’s not like you were waiting for your phone to buzz or anything. Not at all. It’s not like any low sound during the past class sent you grabbing for your phone. Not even a little.

Kate haha good to know im on your mind i wanted to ask when your last class was?

Your pulse quickens. Holy shit, is she asking you out? Already? You’ve barely recovered from your first encounter!

5. asking a girl out after just meeting her huh?

Too bold?

“Jesus, you look like a fourteen year old.” Darcy snorts, trying to look over your shoulder at your screen. You tuck the object close to your chest and scowl at her.

“What, you try to set me up and then get salty when it works?” You accuse.

She grins. “So it is Kate that’s got you all heart-eyed.”

“Shut up,” you whine and she cackles.

Kate well when i see what i like i tend to get it ;) can i treat you to a coffee?

“You really should be thanking me for setting you up with your dream girl.” Darcy hums. “Maybe throw me a party. Have a cake with my face on it. Oh, and of course, I need a ten minute dedication at your wedding-”

“She’s asking me out for one coffee,” you roll your eyes and blush as you text an affirmative to Kate. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right, sure it doesn’t. Like your texts aren’t nauseating.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you have a speech at the wedding but I’m limiting you to eight minutes because my parents are gonna spend their two minutes talking about the divorce.”

“Well it did turn their only child gay.”

You share her laughter and wipe away a tear that doesn’t exist. You have no idea where you’d be without Darcy.

- - -

Kate looks anxious when you approach, but it appears to melt the moment she sees you as a lazy smile stretches across her face. She greets you with a one-armed hug that feels strangely natural, and doesn’t remove it once she starts towards the coffee shop at the edge of campus.

“You’re from New York?” You ask, hoping you don’t sound as breathless as you feel with her unusually warm pressed against yours.

“I am,” Kate confirms. “What about you? You always live around the State College area?”

“Nah. Arizona, actually. When my parents split, dad moved to Oregon and mom moved us out here. I was eleven, but honestly I think I like the coast better. It’s so peaceful up here.”

Kate momentarily stiffens but covers it easily by saying, “Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s kinda why I came here, too.”

“Why did you transfer? Penn State is a good school, but it’s no Columbia.”

“No, it’s not,” Kate chuckles. “But I needed to get away from the city.”

The coffee shop soon comes into view and Kate separates from you to hold the door open.

“What a gentlewoman,” you tease softly as she rejoins your side, though she doesn’t put her arm around you this time, much to your dismay.

“For you? Always.” Kate winks playfully as she eyes the menu. “So, you’re the expert here. What’s good?”

“Can’t go wrong with a hot chocolate,” you suggest. “Or a mocha, if coffee’s your thing. Which it probably is, I mean, you asked me to come to a coffee shop-”

Kate laughs at your rambling and places a hand on your lower back. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Um- yeah, sorry, it’s been a while since I… dated.” You excuse lamely, to which the archer only hums with a smirk.

“Well, if it helps, I’m nervous around you, too.”

You scoff. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m saying it to make you feel better and ‘cause it’s true.” Kate’s expression becomes thoughtful as her blue gaze searches yours. “You make me very nervous, (Y/N).”

The way she says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Kate orders two hot chocolates as you stand in stunned silence.

While the drinks are being made, she makes light conversation about the classes she’s taken on and how different the student body seems here. It’s a bit odd, how quickly she goes from that bouncing energetic goofball to seductress and back again in a span of minutes. It’s insanely hot, though, and thankfully you haven’t spotted any red flags yet.

When your drinks are finished, you take your respective seats on one of many lounge chairs littering the small, cozy space.

She tells you a little bit about her past; she comes from money and went to private schools and is happy to make jokes about her privileged upbringing. She did martial arts throughout her childhood and picked up archery very young. She was going to take over her mom’s company, but for some vague reason or another, that doesn’t appear to be in Kate’s future so she’s finishing her degree and figuring it out from there.

You allow yourself to open up about your own childhood, sharing ridiculous stories and schemes you went through with Darcy. You talk about your parents divorce lightly, figuring that a deeper dive is a third or fourth date topic, and about your ambition to become an animal rehabilitator like your father. Kate relates to you on the admiration of your father, though your own is more distant than hers had been and not just in the literal sense.

By the time you finish your hot chocolates, they’re lukewarm and the sun has long since set. Kate offers to walk you home, and you have no thoughts in your mind to deny her. It’s amazing, how easily conversation flows between you as if you’d known each other for years. It makes your heart soar and your stomach erupt with butterflies.

As you come upon your apartment complex, Kate faces you with a timid smile.

“I really like hanging out with you, (Y/N),” she says, eyeing where your arms are still intertwined.

“Yeah, I like hanging out with you, too,” you respond breathily, blinking up at her.

Kate’s blue eyes glimpse down at your lips, her warm breath filling the small distance between you. For a wonderful moment, you wonder if she’s going to lean in and kiss you.

But the sharp ring of her cellphone fills the air and breaks the moment. She releases your arm with an apologetic smile that melts the moment she looks at the screen. She curses under her breath.

“Sorry, this- it’s important. I’ll text you later?”

You nod, mind still fogged from your almost-kiss. “Y-yeah, sure. Okay.”

“Hey.” Kate answers her phone as you open the entrance of your building. “Yeah. Sorry. I lost track of time…”

Once you’re home safely, you close your front door with a sigh. You shrug off your jacket and set it on the back of a dining chair before heading into the kitchen for a glass of water. You absentmindedly touch the scar on your shoulder, moving your arm awkwardly so that you can properly look at the mark.

Strangely, it feels alive tonight. Not sore, or necessarily tender. But tingly.

A distant howl makes you jump.

Another fact you’ve learned since the party that hasn’t left your mind:

There are no wild wolves in Pennsylvania.

- - -

The last sliver of the moon squints through the forest, casting dark shadows in the deepest wilds that mankind rarely ventures through. Here, it is easy to lose oneself in the ancient history of the land; the cradling pines and rough mountain sides that seem to have shaped life itself into being.

For years, tales of strange creatures roaming these untamed lands have passed from storyteller to storyteller. Giant wolves that seem to vanish in the blink of an eye, ghostly howls that foretell one’s own death. These fables have existed long before the European settlers arrived, for these lands have always held a natural power.

Tonight, the evening air is full of the nocturnal songs of the forest. Owls out on the hunt, frogs and insects calling out into the night. And, of course, the low howl of one of mankind’s most ancient and terrible enemies: the wolf.

A large, black body weaves through the trees and lifts its head to respond to the call. Its speed goes beyond that of an average wolf, its enormous body nearly six feet tall as its long limbs lope over the foliage.

The wolf comes to a skidding halt once a familiar cabin comes into view. Another wolf waits for her there, his dark gray muzzle lowering the instant he sees her.

You’re late, he reminds through their packbond, the growl in his chest nonthreatening.

The black wolf lowers her head, her ears flattening slightly. I was-

We know where you’ve been, a third wolf, smaller in size but still bigger than a normal wolf, approaches from around the cabin with a wagging tail. Her coat is a lighter gray with streaks of gold and red like autumn leaves. Fury is… not happy.

Blue eyes avert to the ground as the black wolf paws at the dirt. It was just one coffee… it doesn’t have to mean anything…

Good luck telling him that, Bishop, the blonde wolf teases, lowering her tail again.

Enough teasing, Yelena, a red wolf joins the small group. Fury is getting more and more impatient by the second. I think Wanda is going to strangle him.

Kate sighs as the sisters begin to lead the way around the cabin. The first wolf, the gray one, nudges her side softly with his muzzle.

I know you feel drawn to her, he offers a sympathetic whine. But she’s too important. If you let yourself be distracted, we could lose everything.

Around the back of the cabin, and the rest of their pack are now visible. A pack such as this is most unusual, especially for werewolves who, by nature, are family creatures. Not an ounce of blood is shared between these wolves, though. Just a strong sense of loyalty and nobility that binds them together, stronger than any blood ties.

The remaining wolves would be Fury, the unspoken leader of their pack who stands tall at the head of the circle with his scarred, red-brown muzzle raised high. His singular eye settles on Kate briefly before taking in the rest of the circle. Then there’s Bruce, whose own wolf form towers over the rest, gray as soot with smatters of black on his paws. Thor, the second biggest, looks almost radiant under the moonlight with his golden pelt. Lastly, there’s Carol, who stands beside Fury with a coat as silver as starlight, her eyes landing on Kate with unreadable emotions lingering through the bond.

The rest, though not werewolves, are Tony, an alchemist, Wanda, a witch, Vision, a golem, and Sam and Bucky, vampires. There’s a thick tension among the circle as Wanda begins to chant a concealment spell that will keep outside forces from listening to their conversations. Next, she goes around the circle and murmurs strange words.

The wolves shift uncomfortably at the sense of magic in the air. Steve and Bucky exchange grimaces; though Wanda has long since learned how to keep her spells from affecting them, particularly the wards, it doesn’t stop them from feeling a heavy pressure on their chests. They’re not supposed to enter these spells, but Wanda is a particularly powerful witch.

At last, her final spell opens the circles’ minds to one another, allowing outsiders a glimpse into the strong mental bond that links the werewolves to one another.

Friends, warriors, Fury begins with a low growl, the legend, I fear, is true. The Long Night is at our doorstep, and the Dawnbringer must become our priority. Her protection is the protection of life itself.

There’s a stirring among the wolves. Tony scoffs.

“Legends,” he mutters scornfully. “Prophecies. I’ve seen and heard plenty of those, thank you very much.”

You have witnessed many, this is true, Fury concedes politely, but have they not been for the betterment of mankind? Have you not watched as light conquers darkness, over and over?

“Good and evil are transparent concepts,” the alchemist shrugs. “Completely subjective.”

And in what world is a night that doesn’t end come off as ‘subjectively’ evil? Snorts Clint, equal parts amused and appalled.

“The world of the vampires.” Tony says flatly, nodding in the direction of Steve and Bucky. “The world of night hunters, like wolves.” He nods to the wolves. “The world of shadows.”

But this is our world, Natasha protests. Our natural world. The prophecy states that the Long Night will turn nature against nature. As an alchemist, surely you can appeal to that, Stark?

The older man crosses his arms stubbornly, but doesn’t argue. In truth, Tony Stark lost his love for the natural world centuries ago, around the same time as his immortality had lost its shine. One grows tired of monotony, and sometimes chaos can be a little fun.

But Natasha is right. He is an alchemist. A scientist.

Chaos is dangerous. If the prophecy is to be taken literal, then yes, an eternal night that turns nature against itself would be catastrophic.

Kate already knows her, Yelena pipes up, causing the black wolf to grunt.

Oh, we know, Fury’s eye lands on Kate. She tries not to cower. Have you shown them?

It was one coffee-

That’s not what I’m referring to. Fury flashes the image that Kate had shown them nights before, under the waning halfmoon, when she had scratched you during the attack.

The pack comes alive with anxiety, all at once. This had been just between Kate, Fury, and Clint. Now that it’s out in the open, they’re all looking at Kate with a variety of emotions from anger to annoyance to fear to wonder.

It was an accident! Kate whimpers.

Accident or not, there’s no taking back what’s been done. Fury lifts his gray muzzle to the sky, noting the clouds beginning to pass over the moon. She was meant to choose, but if fate has chosen for her, then so be it. On the next full moon, she will be one of us, whether or not she is prepared to face her destiny.

Kate’s stomach turns guiltily. She’s already doomed you to a fate you know nothing about.

Until then, Fury continues, keep close to her. You remember what your first time was like. Bring her to us when she knows what you are.

Kate nods. Yes, of course. Got it.

She misses the jealous look Carol sends her.

And Kate, Fury’s chest rumbles with another growl. Time is not on our side, but try not to... frighten the girl.

When the gathering is dismissed, and the spells officially closed, Kate and Clint begin their trek towards the town home they share. Whenever asked, Clint tells strangers he’s Kate’s father in favor of answering some awkward prying questions. In truth, Clint is the closest to a father Kate has had in a long, long time.

We don’t care if you’re interested in her like that, Clint abruptly interrupts their quiet running.

But you were right. I shouldn’t distract her from her destiny. Kate whines softly.

Maybe people have two destinies.

Kate finds it hard to argue when Clint is so goddamn reasonable.

One thing was for certain: the future is closing its teeth around them. The prophecy is real and it’s true, and Kate has put an unwitting victim into fate’s unkind hands.

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noneofyourbusiness42 · 3 years ago

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TONKS AND REMUS GO BRRR

Tonks comes out as Genderfluid just begins they find out they're pregnant. They were absolutely terrified to come out but blurted it out half tipsy drinking fire whiskey with Remus and Sirius.

Both kinda... just shrug it off with a chuckle. Remus is bisexual, Sirius is simply queer and personally not a fan of labels for himself but he's definitely not cis nor hetero.

Tonks is all flustered and experiments with pronouns for a few weeks afterwards before generally settling on they/them and occasionally bouncing between he/him and she/her.

Remus is insanely in love with Tonks. They're both goofballs around eachother, giggling and laughing with cheeks flushed with a blush or booze. Whiskey is... always somehow involved. They lived with Sirius, after all, what do you expect?

After the war, they settle down into the cottage with Andromeda. Remus cooks! Hes such a great cook? Pros to having a werewolf boyfriend.

Teddy doesn't end up a full werewolf but oddly enough has the same reactions as Remus. Craving for meats, heightened senses, sensitivity to the moon. Tonks quickly becomes a night owl to match their nocturnal family.

Harry comes around for tea all the time. He refers to Tonks as a brother to him once and wish, euphoria?? Yes please.

Harry actually ends up living with them, the trio deciding it's best to stick together. Their own little wolf pack.

Tonks begins to lean more masc presenting after Teddy's first birthday, but still bounces all the round the place. Their gender expression is very much All The Gender at Once.

Tonks always refers to teddy as their cub! So many random wolf trinkets and moon themed objects around the house. Remus slowly learns to love his wolf, and his moons get so much easier.

On Sirius' birthday, the family (including Harry,) go to the park and just... celebrates his existence. They also get royally hammered those nights in honour of the booze loving dog.

Tonks definitely has ADHD, Remus suffering from trauma PTSD and OCD. They both have crippling anxiety and trauma, but find ways to help eachother. Remus always leaves millions of colourful, bright, eye catching sticky notes around the cottage reminding tonks to do things.

#harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #nymphadora tonks #its remus and tonks bitches!#remus x tonks #tonks family #remus lupin headcanon

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cardest · 4 years ago

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Norway playlist

The trolls have gathered around to see the Mother North dance at midnight in the Trollheimen fjellområde as they listen to this epic NORWAY pllaylist I put together! Takk!

Are you ready? Have you your wits? This is the it.... NORWAY PLAYLIST songs are right here to listen to: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_gH0U66TKasbEjdbkPxeW7 001 Folket Bortafor Nordavinden - Ur Is Ka Ha So 002 Satyricon - Commando 003 Arcturus - Fall of Man 004 Dimmu Borgir The Serpentine Offering 005 Borknagar - The Eye Of Oden 006 NORDJEVEL - Sunset Glow 007 WArduna - Fehu 008 Z-off - Hurra For Norge Norsk punkrock 009 Shakma - Night of the coven 010 Duivelspack - Yggdrasill 011 Enslaved - Path To Vanir 012 Kalenda Maya- Villemann Magnhild 013 Mental As Anything - Beserk Warriors 014 Chontaraz - Rondamauh 015 Manes - Menn På Helveg Hastar 016 Norske Gutter - Hvem Faen Tror Du Du Er 017 Iron Maiden - Invasion 018 Solefald - Oslo Melancholy 019 Immortal - Sons of Northern Darkness 020 Slegest - Blodets Varme Gjennom Meg 021 Old Man's Child - The Millenium King 022 Covenant - Bizarre cosmic industries 023 In The Woods - I Am Your Flesh 024 Satyricon - Ageless Northern Spirit 025 Golden Core - Rúnir Skal Rísta 026 Inferno - Metal Attack 027 Nordvegen - Ullensvang 028 Arcturus - Ad absurdum 029 Ánne Máddji Heatta - Madji at Dawn Light 030 Eldrim - Heimkomst 031 Hedvig Mollestad Trio - Approaching / On Arrival 032 Sirenia - The End Of It All 033 Byrdi - Solsnu (feat. Kjell Braaten) 034 Bard Spec - Fire Tongue 035 Eirik Jarl - Norse song 036 The Open Mind - Thor, The Thunder God 037 Seidrblot - Skeggöld 038 Black Moon Circle - The Machine On The Hill 039 Sigmund Eiks - Knepphallingen (Hardingfele) 040 Satyricon - Now, diabolical 041 Amberian Dawn - Valkyries 042 Gåte - Huldra 043 Enslaved - Waruun 044 An Danzza - Rúnatal (Canción Rúnica de Odín) 045 Burzum - Belus' Død 046 Abbath - Harvest Pyre 047 Aura Noir - Abbadon 048 Beatles - Norwegian Wood 049 INCULTER - COMMANDER 050 KAUNAN - Halteguten 051 Mortiis - Across The World Of Wonders 052 Skuggsa - Kvervandi 053 Covenant - Planetarium 054 Kampfar - Daimon 055 Adrian von Ziegler - Vinterns Drm 056 Blind Guardian - Valkyries 057 Ulver - The Argument, Plate 2 058 BigBang - Girl In Oslo 059 Gorgoroth - Bergtrollets Hevn 060 Emperor - Curse You All Men! 061 Tom Trussel - Oslo City Blues 062 Vazelina Bilopphøggers - Borghild 063 Dosdfall - Hemlig Vrede 064 Dimmu Borgir - Progenies of the Great Apocalypse 065 Kryst The Conqueror - Valhalla 066 The Dogs - Oslo 067 Enslaved - Eld 068 Solefald - Loki Trickster God 069 Dunbarrow - You Knew I Was a Snake 070 A-ha - Take On Me 071 Ulver - Høyfjeldsbilde 072 Mayhem - Freezing Moon 073 Skambankt - Balladen Om Deg 074 Djerv - Headstone 075 Arcturus - Raudt og svart 076 Øystein Sunde - Bleieskiftarbeider 077 Wardruna - Helvegen (The Way To Hel) 078 Ihsahn - Unhealer 079 Kampfar - Dominans 080 TNT - Seven Seas 081 NRK Til Dovre faller - 1814 082 skuggsa - Rop Fra Rynda - Mlt Fra Minne 083 Iskald - Innhøstinga 084 Kvelertak - Rogaland 085 Svarttjern - Hellig Jord 086 Renaissance - Northern Lights 087 Fred Åkerström - Oslo 088 Concrete Steps - Big Fish 089 Trevor Morris - Northern Lights / Entry to Kattegat 090 KaadaPatton - L'absent 091 Adrian von Ziegler - Einherjer 092 Enthroned - Skjeldenland 093 Jokke og valentinerne - her kommer vintern 094 Styx - Man Of Miracles 095 Residents - Arctic Hysteria 096 Martine Kraft - Himmelfot 097 Red Harvest - Anatomy of the Unknown 098 Audrey Horne - Out of the City 099 Darkthrone - Arctic Thunder 100 Trevor Morris - If I Had A Heart 101 Immortal - The Rise of Darkness 102 Sepulcher - Corporeal 103 Mysticum - LSD (from Planet Satan) 104 Empyrium - Under Dreamskies 105 Slagmaur - Norwegian Giant 106 Aeternus - Fyrndeheimen 107 Thorns - Existence 108 Solefald - Crater of the Valkyries 109 Tristania - Libre 110 Trevor Morris - North Sea Storm 111 Arcturus - The Chaos Path 112 MAYHEM - A Grand Declaration Of War 113 Manegarm - Odin Owns Ye All 114 Kampfar - Hymn 115 Dimmu Borgir - Gateways 116 Dødheimsgard - The Snuff Dreams Are Made Of 117 Satyricon - The pentagram burns 118 Enslaved - Midgards Eldar 119 Folque - No har Jonsoknatta kome 120 Nekromantheon - Rise Vulcan Spectre 121 Iron Maiden - Invaders 122 Tsjuder - Throne of the Goat 123 Einherjer - Naar aftensolen rinner 124 Mork - Holdere Av Fortet 125 Nidinger - Baldrs Draumar 126 Arcturus - Du Nordavind 127 Green Carnation - Into Deep 128 Darkthrone - Too Old Too Cold 129 Pagans Mind - Through Osiris Eyes 130 Kvelertak - Blodtørst 131 Tristania - Year Of The Rat 132 Ulver - I Troldskog Faren Vild 133 Cirith Ungol - The troll 134 Eliwagar - Huldresagn 135 Vårsøg - Fram kom ein skreddar 136 Amethystium - Solace 137 Audrey Horne - Bridges and Anchors 138 Gayte - Til Deg 139 Nanci Griffith - St. Olavs Gate 140 Folque - Liti Kari 141 Hin Onde - 24th of September 1155 142 Trevor Morris - Ragnar's Sail 143 Enslaved - Ruun 144 Purple Hill Witch - Astral Booze 145 Thulsa Doom - Machine of Oslo 146 Svarttjern - Code Human 147 Leaves' Eyes - Vinland Saga 148 Darvaza - A New Sun 149 LUMSK - DUNKER 150 Solefald - Tittentattenteksti 151 Raga Rockers - Fritt liv 152 Isengard - Landet og Havet 153 In The Woods... - Pure 154 Communic - Conspiracy 155 Dimmu Borgir - Vredesbyrd 156 Arcturus - The Arcturian Sign 157 Gorgoroth - Carving A Giant 158 Panopticon - Norwegian Nights 159 Asmegin - Blodhevn 160 DumDum Boys - Lunch I Det Grønne 161 Taake - Nordbundet 162 Gehennah - Deadlights 163 Trønder Thunder - Tordenskjold 164 Årabrot - Maldorors Love 165 Misotheist - Blood Of Rats 166 Windir - 1184 167 BLOOD RED THRONE - InStructed InSanity 168 Deathhammer - Chained to Hell 169 Satyricon - Die By My Hand 170 Myrkskog - Bleeding Wrists 171 Ring Van Mobius - End of Greatness 172 Valkyrja - Crowned Serpent 173 Kjøtt - Hvit Hud / Svart Skinn 174 The 3rd And The Mortal - Why So Lonely 175 Voluspaa - Ferden Går Videre 176 Abyssic - Transition Consent 177 Myrkraverk - Nær Døden 178 Romantic Noise - Sagitario 179 Shining - The One Inside 180 The Devil and the Almighty Blues - Distance 181 Manowar - Thor (The Powerhead) 182 Djevel - Det Svartner Paa Likbleik Hud 183 Øresus - Angst 184 Turbonegro - City Of Satan 185 Gåte - Sjå Attende 186 Immortal - Where Mountains Rise 187 Cor Scorpii - Fotefar 188 Cadaver - Hypertrophyan 189 Hugsjá - Ni Døtre av Hav 190 Kalandra - Brave New World 191 Borknagar - Up North 192 Ved Buens Ende - You That May Wither 193 Alestorm - The Sunkn Norwegian 194 Brød & Sirkus - Frykt 195 Burzum - Jeg Faller 196 Djevel - Et Menniskes Hele Korpus Og Legeme 197 Helheim - Ymr 198 Leaves' Eyes - Farewell Proud Men 199 Sylvaine - Mørklagt 200 Enslaved - Convoys To Nothingness 201 Gaahls Wyrd - Ghosts Invited 202 Hagalaz' Runedance - When The Trees Were Silenced 203 Dismal Euphony - Et Vintereventyr 204 In Vain - Image of Time 205 Khonsu - The Malady 206 Arctic Sleep - Pine Mountain 207 Flametal - I Am A Viking 208 Dimmu Borgir - The Sacrilegious Scorn 209 Trevor Morris - Vikings Attack 210 Wongraven - Tiden Er En Stenlagt Grav 211 Endstille - World Aflame 212 TYR - Eric the Red 213 Synthetic Gentlemen - Kick 214 OBLITERATION - Detestation Rite 215 Judas Priest - Halls Of Valhalla 216 Urarv - Red Circle 217 Old Man's Child - Doommaker 218 Abbath - Winter Bane 219 A-ha - The Sun Always Shines On TV 220 Eldrim - Attergangar 221 Nan Madol - Tidal Waves 222 Vreid - Lifehunger 223 Acârash - Cadaver Dei 224 Triosphere - The Sentinel 225 Vargvrede - Song of Betrayal 226 Vemod - Å Stige Blant Stjerner 227 Emperor - Inno A Satana 228 Eivør - Í Tokuni 229 Arcturus - For to end yet again 230 Enslaved - The River's Mouth 231 Nidinger - Ash Yggdrasil 232 Covenant - Planetary black elements 233 Khold - Forrykt 234 The Wretched End - Tyrant Of The Mountain 235 Voluspaa - Av Sin Klokskap 236 Solefald - Jernlov 237 Vredehammer - Viperous 238 Hellish Outcast - Partition of Lust 239 An Danzza - Rnatalins Rune Song 240 Green Carnation - The Quiet Offspring 241 1349 - Nathicana 242 Sirenia - Spor 2 243 TAAKE - Nattestid Ser Porten Vid 1 244 Virus - Black Flux 245 Blood Red Throne - Requiem Mass 246 Edvard Grieg - March of the Trolls (Orchestral Version) 247 Tidfall - Prophecy Horizon 248 Limbonic Art - A Void Of Lifeless Dreams 249 Lindy-Fay Hella - Three Standing Stones 250 Borknagar - Winter Thrice 251 Panopticon - Håkans Song 252 ULVER - Nowhere (Sweet Sixteen) 253 Vondur - Panzer Legions Of Vondur 254 JORN - Traveller 255 Disiplin - Liberation 256 Beyond Dawn - When Beauty Dies 257 Ruphus - Inner Voice 258 Leaves' Eyes - Norwegian Lovesong 259 The 3rd & the Mortal - Death-Hymn 260 STORM - Noregsgard 261 Satyricon - Hvite Krists Død 262 R. Stevie Moore – Norway 263 Lucifer Was - In Anadi's Bower 264 Susane Sundfor - White Foxes 265 Kjeld - Betsjoend 266 Kari Rueslåtten - Sørgekåpe 267 Green Carnation - Sentinels 268 Agenda - Suffer 269 Mortiis - Tribute to Euronymous Unreleased Outro 270 Sirius - Sidereal Mirror 271 Insidious Disease - Betrayer 272 Gehenna - Through The Veils Of Darkness 273 The Deviant - Atomic Revolt 274 Varde - Halvdan Svarte 275 Carpathian Forest - He's Turning Blue 276 Ragnarok TV show - Outro 277 Sâver - How They Envisioned Life 278 Dold Vorde Ens Navn - Drukkenskapens Kirkegard 279 MANES - Young Skeleton 280 Nattefrost - Nekronaut 281 Cadaver Inc. - Primal 282 Ida Maria - I Eat Boys Like You For Breakfast 283 ragnarok - En Verden Av Stein 284 Mari Boine - Chasing Myself Into Reality 285 Death By Unga Bunga - Don't Go Looking For My Heart 286 Hexvessel - The Tunnel At The End Of The Light 287 Urgehal - The Iron Children 288 Darkthrone - Soulside Journey 289 Theatre of Tragedy - Der Tanz der Schatten 290 Wardruna - Kvitravn 291 Einherjer - Dragons of the North 292 Thale OST - Thale theme 293 Hedvig Mollestad Trio -Bewitched, Dwarfed and Defeathered 294 Motorpsycho - Spin, Spin, Spin 295 Susperia - Vainglory 296 MYRKUR - Jeg er Guden, I er Tjenerne (Live at the Mausoleum) 297 ICS Vortex - Odin's Tree 298 1349 - Beyond The Apocalypse 299 PRISTINE - You Are The One 300 Tristania - Beyond the Veil 333 Immortal - Where Dark And Light Don't Differ 444 Folket Bortafor Nordavinden - Odin 666 Satyricon - Mother North Songs are right here at this link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_gH0U66TKasbEjdbkPxeW7 Have I missed a song or band? Let me know. Takk!

#norway #norway playlist #norwegian black metal #norwegian #tristania #trolls #oslo songs #bands from Norway #arcturus #darkthrone #thale movie #einherjer #abbath #hedvig mollestad trio #manes #dimmu borgir #thor songs

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homoclothes · 3 years ago

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questions about patty for the oc eomji task. some of them are spoilers probably but, please answer if you can owo fAMILY, HOT BEVERAGE (ofc), BOUQUET, MOON,MILKY WAY, SWIMMING (lol), LIGHTBULB, CROWN, PISTOL, PAPERCLIP, PACKAGE,TRAIN,RAINBOW,CLOUD, ty

hell yeah oc time 💗 and so many 😳

👪-what is their family like? what is their relationship to them? do they have any siblings?

Patty was raised by her aunt and uncle (they are siblings) but when she was maybe 10 years old, the two had a falling out. patty's aunt moved far away, and without any siblings, she and her uncle lived by themselves... the rest of their family lives close together a fair distance away, and they'd visit them often enough, but they do live largely on their own. patty has a good relationship with her uncle, probably the closest relationship each other has :] and as mentioned she doesn't have any siblings. i'll say as well that patty doesn't know what the deal is with her birth parents, her fam never told her, and she doesn't much care either.

☕️- do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favorite drink?

patty likes her coffee ICED don't even preTEND...... she actually drinks (almost) exclusively iced beverages, excepting only for when there's no ice available (which she may or may not make a big deal about..) .she likes iced lattes, iced tea, fruity booze, lemonades, anything sweet and pretty lmfao. while she obviously chooses to drink what she Likes, her drink choice is def influenced by what would be cute or fashionable. but again, hot drinks are the big thing she won't go for, her mouth is too sensitive !!she isn't about to burn her fucking tongue!!!

💐- create a bouquet for them! what do these flowers mean, are any of them their favorite?

blue hydrangea in the center (mostly bc i like it but also 👁👁.) with yellow fritillary surrounding it (majesty, pride and power) and bunches of grape hyacinth (power and confidence), and laurel leaves for foliage (ambition success and renown). blue and yellow theme as is common w her LOL

🌙- What is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

patty wants to be a famous wizard!!! she's very attached to this idea... though she finds simple and sustainable pleasure in certain things like archaeology and history she has decided she first and foremost wants to be a popular and powerful magician. she would go to greater lengths than she would guess (and probably like!). yes this is a very broad goal but that is what she has chosen so sorry

🌌- what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

so i started with a drawing for a totally different character actually, who i wanted to nail a pretty different vibe with. it just kinda went from there honestly, from "80's fantasy movie hot elf temptress" to "90's HS movie mean girl villain" to whatever patty is now. wizard #g!rl...?? the first thing i decided about the design was she is mean and a wizard... which has been the most enduring aspect of her tbh 😳 though she's different for sure..

🏊🏾‍♀️-can they swim? etc

YES she can swim silly FJHSJFJS first thing she says is like "do you want to go to an underwtaer ruin with me".. she did grow up on an island technically, not that it was the best place for swimming :/ but she probably learned to swim pretty young and is confident in it even in the ocean!!

💡- is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

it's kind of a mix for her... i think patty makes detailed notes but then fails to use them at all and just wings everything lol. she usually can simply recall the majority of details, and rarely needs her notes, but occasionally you Will see her check her notebook for something (which is very glittery and neat looking)

👑- what does your oc want to be remembered as?

one of the greats!!! she wants to be widely remembered as brilliant and talented and cool, a role model, a pioneer even.

🔫- does your oc trust easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone given an ultimatum?

um spoilers??? jk theres tons to talk about actually... as you know, she trusts the party members easily enough from the beginning, but it's been rather... back and forth, let's say, and pretty skin-deep if i might add (cough). she quickly and easily turned her back on the party, and just as calmly was ready to pick them back up again when they came looking for her! what a mess..... it may seem like just plot convenience but. in truth she kind of takes people for granted in this way :( expecting people to just pick up with her from where she left off with them.

📎- a random fact

patty Hates chocolate... do not approach her with it she will knock it to the floor like a cat

📦- what are some "most likely to..." s that can apply to them?

stuff like Most Likely to Succeed and Go Down in History and stuff are quite easily applied to her (or at least she would say so) but she would also attest to holding such titles as Most Likely to Become Rich, Most Likely to Appear On a Magazine Cover, Most Likely to Get Away with Murder, and Most Likely to Be Valedictorian!

🚆- their answer to the trolley problem?

the answer is to just blow up the trolley!! then everyone lives!!! win-win baby

🌈- what advice would they give to their younger self?

well if you ask me She needs some advice from her Older self... but she would say something like "just go for it!!! quit waiting around and go live your momentn!!!!!!" and it would not help younger patricia at All pfjdjfjJFHSJSJFJJSJDJFK

☁️-a soft headcanon

hmm..... assuming it's soft as in ~soft~ (as opposed to a trait i'm not completely sure i'll give her) i'll say she always wished she had a sibling to go on adventures with :)... even though andreas is like. right there girl

thanks for the ask 😌✨✨✨

#op #patty #OCs #tona

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ulkoilla · 3 years ago

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Tag Game rules: tag some people you want to get to know better! I was tagged by @bleachbleachbleach and although I’d like to get to know better, I think that - one again - most folks who might like to be tagged with this meme already are :D

Currently reading: Tbh, I’ve mostly been reading old Donald Duck comics and fanfic this summer xD It’s been crazy busy, but maybe the bigger reason was that about 2 months ago I turned my doctoral dissertation thingy in, for the review process thingy (uh, I probably should work with related vocabulary). I was super Done with reading anything, and felt more like cutting reeds and sweeping pine needles off the moss that grows at my parents’ summer place. I also rekindled my interest in composting.

The book I didn’t finish but am still in theory reading is Le Guin's The Dispossessed. It’s a great book, where there is a planet ruled by two superpowers (capitalist and authoritarian) but also a populated moon. The story follows a scientist who travels from the moon to the capitalist superpower. It’s about capitalism vs. communism, but probably more about being a human. I 100% intend to finish the book – I’ll just probably start from the beginning because the last time I touched was before the whole Covid 19 mess, so I may have forgotten a thing or two.

Last song: The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company

I’m usually more of an metalhead or a fan of Finnish rock (a lot like Johnny Cash but replace Jesus with booze and the love stories fail). But In Hell I'll Be In Good Company happens to be the theme some for the fic I’m currently writing, which is why. (It’s also a great song, 0 complaints with it!).

Last movie: The Suicide Squad. It doesn’t make it to my top movies lists, but it had its moments. I was a little disappointed that many of the details I would’ve loved were played for laughs for... surficial way? In contrast with The Boys (series) where the trope-defying parts are better integrated to the story and the world.

Last series: Technically, The Simpsons. Almost every time I open the TV, some channels is showing The Simpsons. That was case also today when I ate lunch :D

The last series I’ve been watching for realz is Californication. I’ve already seen it once, but my SO hasn’t, which is a minor miracle. I’m still surprised how much I like it, keeping in mind I rarely like comedy or relationships series. I think I’m into it mostly because in the character’s lives, there is the layer of “youthful” craziness (partying, sex with strangers etc), and the layer of “middle-aged” love for their families and kids etc, and they are forced to joggle between the roles and aspects.

Coffee or tea: Tea, but I drink both.

Currently working on: I was supposed to work a Dragonlance ff this summer, but I’m actually working on a short-ish Bleach story based on one of @recurring-polynya ‘s one shot fics, Mad Scientist AU. Mine picks up from where the Mad Scientist AU ended, but there’ll be a significant time skip and most of the story is about Rukia and Renji having to drive home from a conference for Reasons. The word count is 13k atm, at which point Rukia is in a backstage of a punk rock gig, giving Inoue a lecture about the best methods to win a Chappy (or Yuki the Duck) plushie in a theme park quiz. It’s not a crack fic, though, the main focus is Rukia’s life as a “Frankenstein’s monster”. Edit: fixed the “at”

#tag game

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medea10 · 4 years ago

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My Review of Trigun

How did I get into this anime? Let’s just say this was one of those animes that used to air on Saturday nights back in the day that I would every now and then come across while waiting for either Full Metal Alchemist, InuYasha, or Cowboy Bebop to air. But I never did watch a full episode or know a damn thing about this anime. So I’m just jumping into this anime blindfolded. All I know is that this was Johnny Yong Bosch’s first anime role.

Who is Vash the Stampede?

A frequent question that comes up throughout the series! Rumor has it that he wears a long, red trench coat and sports a Mohawk hairstyle. Some say he’s a notorious lecher. Many recount him shooting up their villages to a pile of rubble just for the heck of it. He has quite the reputation as he has a $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head and is often known as the “Humanoid Typhoon”.

In reality, Vash the Stampede is…a bit of a dingus. He just happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and things kinda get out of hand. But that doesn’t stop two insurance agents (Milly Thompson and Meryl Stryfe) from following him around to confirm Vash’s identity and keep his actions to a minimum. At first, it’s hard to tell if he’s a stupid-genius or just flighty and gets lucky one too many times. But when shit goes down, don’t be surprised when you see this doofus get serious.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Okay, what sad company did this use to belong to, Geneon, Bandai, or ADV Films? Oh, Geneon! That means good voice actors from L.A. put in really shitty roles. On the contrary, this was a fairly decent English dub. And on a severely positive note, this was indeed Johnny Yong Bosch’s very first anime role (and a main role at that). This was like fresh off his time as a Power Ranger! And I gotta give props for giving this guy a chance at voice acting. This role was the launching point to what has been a very successful career for Bosch. As for the sub, let’s just say I’m happy any time I get to hear Hiromi Tsuru in something besides Dragon Ball. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Vash is played by Masaya Onosaka (known for Bill on Pokemon, Isaac on Baccano, Jadeite on Sailor Moon, Kero on Cardcaptor Sakura, Leeron on Gurren Lagann, France on Hetalia, and Spandam on One Piece)

*Meryl is played by Hiromi Tsuru (known for Bulma on DBZ, Ukyo on Ranma ½, Yubel on YGO GX, and Mika on Gravitation) [R.I.P.]

*Milly is played by Satsuki Yukino (known for Kagome on InuYasha, Mion/Shion on Higurashi, Tae on Gintama, Amakata on Free!, Hiiragi on Natsume Yuujinchou, Mutsumi on Love Hina, and Yoruichi on Bleach)

ENGLISH CAST: *Vash is played by Johnny Yong Bosch (known for Ichigo on Bleach, Lelouch on Code Geass, Makoto on Free!, Izaya on Durarara, Artemis on Sailor Moon redub, Koizumi on Haruhi Suzumiya, and Yukio on Blue Exorcist)

*Meryl is played by Dorothy Elias-Fahn (known for Kaoru on Rurouni Kenshin, Naru on Love Hina, Tomoe on Rozen Maiden, Hakuei on Magi, Houki on Fushigi Yugi, and Amane on Tenchi Muyo GXP)

*Milly is played by Lia Sargent (known for Dorothy on The Big O and Judy on Cowboy Bebop)

FAVORITE CHARACTER: Milly! I don’t need a reason, it’s Milly!

SHIPPING: I didn’t really start thinking about shipping until more than halfway into this series. I thought there might be something between Vash and Meryl, but then again maybe not! Then I saw the backstory of Vash’s “younger days” and falling for the one woman who showed him compassion.

Yes, this is the same woman we consistently see in Vash’s flashbacks, Rem. Ooh boy, it’s one of those stories! So yeah, never mind my thinking with Vash x Meryl ever happening. I feel like Vash will mourn Rem’s death for a long time that I don’t think the whole thing with Meryl will ever work.

And as for Wolfwood x Milly…

FUUUUUUUCK! WHY DID YOU RUIN THIS CUTE COUPLE?!

MILLY WAS HEART-BROKEN!

…At least she got to have one night of passion with Wolfy-boy before the unthinkable happened.

THAT DARN CAT: If you watched this series, you might have noticed a little black cat spotted in nearly every episode. It’s there in the opening theme. It’s there in random places throughout the series. It’s there in the ending theme. What’s up with this cat? Well, there are a lot of theories surrounding this particular cat (or Kuroneko). Some say it’s really Rem inside that cat since you see it in literally every episode around Vash. Others say it’s because the creator of Trigun wanted to just mess with your minds with the kitty walking around in random places and towns. Seriously, it will always appear in every new town Vash and the gang comes across! As an avid cat enthusiast, I’m fine with whatever the result. Just as long as no harm comes to the little Kuroneko.

HALFWAY POINT: Halfway into the series we notice something more when it comes to Mr. Vash the Stampede. First of all, those horrifying scars all over his body! Second, that mysterious girl he often thinks about. I mean, we see flashes of her in the opening sequence. And third, the reason why he never kills. Vash has the ability of causing so much damage when pushed to a breaking point. One of the many reasons why he’s known as the “humanoid typhoon”! And that was perfectly shown when Vash chases the residents out of a town (so there would be no casualties), totally demolished the town during a fight, and made an indent on the moon!

But the story takes a sharp-left turn into WTF territory when we learn about WHAT exactly Vash is. Vash is a plant. Vash also has a brother named Knives. And while Vash has a mentality that all beings have a right to live, Knives has a “kill them all and let God sort them out” point of view. Now the existence of Vash and Knives came with a lot of controversy, especially in the ship that they were on. But that girl who Vash cares for, Rem cared for them regardless of what they were. Rem had high hopes for a peaceful world with coexistence. Too bad Knives had other motives and killed her.

ENDING TO TV SERIES: Vash has tried so hard to keep Milly, Meryl, and Wolfwood out of harm’s way. He knows there are some pretty bad people after him, including his polar-opposite brother, Knives. Vash hates death and wants to save as many people as humanly possible. He doesn’t want to see any more needless death. Probably from his flashbacks and losing Rem! Unfortunately, this doesn’t go so well.

I can see how iconic this death was now after witnessing it. Wolfwood, the priest who would hook up with Vash every now and then when they’re up against some ruffians, now finds himself in a crucial decision. He gets orders that he must eliminate Vash. And Wolfwood ends up dying instead in a very dramatic death scene. God-damn! And just that scene where Milly is sobbing freakin’ eats you up inside.

At least she had one night of passion before the unfortunate happened!

Vash hates the thought of having to kill anyone. But he might not have a choice if Knives is coming after him and even hires a powerful foe from a previous episode and the guy that killed Wolfwood to take you out. Once Vash met up with Knives, he winds up having some pretty sick flashbacks of Knives. But our homeboy was able to take out Knives, the desert area gets water, and…

I’m gonna have to read the fucking manga for more, right?

Tap dancing fuck!

BADLANDS RUMBLE: 12 years after the series ended, Japan decides to release a side-story in the form of a movie, bringing back our favorite characters like Vash, Wolfwood, Milly, and Meryl. And yes, reuniting the cast…in Japan.

By 2010, Geneon was as good as dead and FUNimation licensed Trigun. In short, they managed to get Johnny Young Bosch to reprise his role as Vash the Stampede. But everyone else was replaced. And surprisingly, the people they got to do Wolfwood and Milly were pretty freakin’ close to their original voices. Meryl’s voice, come on I know Luci Christian any-damn-where! Vash helps a young lady take out a big-bad guy (who turns out to be his father). And it has the feel of the original series where it’s set in a western town with lots of booze and shoot-em-ups! It’s an interesting side-story to the Trigun trilogy.

Trigun was a pretty good anime. I mean, not one of my favorites, but I can definitely see a lot of people sticking by this classic. Maybe you can chalk up my blah attitude to the fact that I’m not fond of westerns and I kinda took it out on Trigun. Or the fact that there was so much more that the anime could have covered before the end and the ending kinda felt off to me! Like I thought I was expecting more. But I suppose that’s what mangas are for. To be honest, the stories that really grabbed my attention were the back-stories with Vash and Knives and Wolfwood’s final episode.

*sniffles* At least Milly got one night of passion before he died!

If you would like to check out Trigun, all the episodes are available through FUNimation and Hulu (in both Japanese and English). And if you really like the anime, why not purchase the hard copies? Both the series and movie are available for home video.

Okay, that took me a while, but I’m glad to finish Trigun. What’s next on the FUNimation list?

EEHHHHHEEEHHHE

Fuck is that supposed to mean? What is that? Is that even in English?

YOU WILL BE HORRIBLY MUTILATED: The Isekai

Do you mean Re:Zero? That’s great…but that review’s not ready yet. And it probably won’t be until after April 2021! So let’s cast caution to the wind and pick another FUNimation licensed anime.

You’re watching Sarazanmai next. It’s best if you don’t ask questions.

Sarazanmai? The fuck does that even mean?!

OH. MY. GOD.

#trigun #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #nicholas d wolfwood #knives millions #anime review

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icarusthelunarguard · 2 years ago

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

Thanks to ETBear in my discord for suggesting this week’s theme revolving around Beer, Cider, and Wine. Let’s get to it.

Aries

You get to start off things with a recipe for Poor Man’s Everyday Drinking Mead. Take 10 to 12 pounds of honey, 4 Gallons of Spring Water, 2 packages of Fleischmann's dry yeast… and 1 cup of Grape Nuts Cereal. Apparently yes, you CAN brew this into a daily-drinker, though you’ll need to strain it before you drink it, of course. The cost is about $58 dollars a batch, but if you can handle TANG with breakfast, you can handle this for breakfast too.

Taurus

You get to be all erudite and educated this week. Have you heard of the sparkling, carbonated, wine from France called “Champagne”? Of course you have. BUT did you know about a similar product called, “Prosecco”? It’s also a sparkling wine, but hails from Northeastern Italy. Legally it can’t be called Champagne, but it’s the same type of product made from a different grape in a different location. This week buy a cheap bottle of Prosecco to christen your boat as it comes out of dry dock this week.

Gemini

Looks like you got gifted something creative this week! “WolfeHeartGriff” over on Twitter suggested this drink they created a couple years ago. Take cream soda, mix in some Kraken spiced rum, and serve in a glass featuring Octavia. They didn’t suggest chilling the glass, but I will. They call this drink, "Octy's Hard Cream", and it sounds great. Maybe float a digestive biscuit on the top, layer a little more rum on that and light it on fire for someone’s birthday. This weekend, after being intellectual all week, enjoy it cold, straight, however you like - just keep it classy!

Cancer Moon-Child

Do you know what country is the world’s largest producer of cider? Here’s a hint, they spell it “c-i-d-r-e” over there. That’s right, “France”! By regulations French cider makers must use specific apples designated for cider production; not like in the U.S. where you can get away with almost anything. Plus the U.S. version has more than double the alcohol than the French version. So this week find any left-over bottles of apple cider and start fermenting it yourself.

Leo

Cider, either hard or soft, is generally made from apples. But there is also a product called “Perry”, that is cider made from pears. Just like its apple cousin it can be fermented, but why would you do that to yourself? Why not just do it to someone else? This week, buy a bottle of Perry and send it to someone you tolerate. They deserve it.

Virgo

There is a specific compound in red wine called “Tannins” that’s responsible for how bitter or “drying” it feels in your face. It’s found in the grape skins and acts as a preservative; so red wines with higher tannin can age longer than white wines (which don’t have tannin) or red wines with lower tannin. Eventually the tannins fall out of suspension, forming sediment at the bottom of the bottle. This week, get some paper coffee filters to keep your classy red wine… classy.

Libra

First off; this week buy a pallet of your favorite carbonated cola. As to why? Because it is possible, however lengthy, to ferment it into something called “Coke Shine”! You’ll only get about 8% alcohol, but it might be cheaper than buying the booze to add to your Coke or Pepsi or RC or White Rock…

Scorpio

Since we’re working on a lot of mixed drinks, we’d like to remind you of something important. You should NOT add ice cubes to wine - especially not red wine. But if you DID want to add something cold to red wine, use frozen fruits and berries to make a sangria. Please remember to SIP your drink, don’t GULP it. We don’t want you swallowing the berries whole. And don’t use grapes. That’s just gross.

Sagittarius

Time to sound really smart. Next time you’re at the bar order “a Drambuie and Coke on the rocks”. Your friends will think you know what you’re talking about, but both you and the bartender will know what you’re really ordering is, basically, a Rusty Nail. It’ll be worth it.

Capricorn

You ALSO get to order something from the bar that most people will poo-poo at. Combine white rum, lime juice, sugar, mint leaves, and soda water. Yes, this drink is known as a Mojito. If you are looking to stay hydrated during an extended weekend filled with walking and talking and mingling with lots of people, maybe this isn’t the best drink for you. But then again if you’re drinking these consistently, chances are you’re just old and set in your ways. This week, tell the kids to get offa your lawn.

Aquarius

There is something called “Wheat Beer” we need to tell you about. It’s a top-fermented beer, brewed with a large proportion of wheat relative to the amount of malted barley. The main varieties are German Weizenbier and Belgian Witbier. Just because it’s got a lot of wheat doesn’t mean it’s a replacement for the bread in your sandwich. Since you’re too old to enjoy “Liquid Lunch”, this week enjoy Beverage Breakfast!

Pisces

Grasshopper. Your favorite drink is a Grasshopper. It’s an unmistakable shocking green neon colour, visible from a 12-people deep queue. The only reason you order it is to show off how much of a tool you are to the bartender and the people around you who have to watch this milky-green witch’s cauldron concoction fall into your face. The only people who order this drink are you and the old blue-haired biddies who can’t be bothered to take off their, “I Like Ike” campaign buttons. This week stop showing off. You’re not fooling anyone.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horrorscope #funny #humor #parody #drinks #alcohol

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ladyofmaidensandwine · 5 years ago

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Day Seven

Day Seven of the Hello Spring 2020 Writing Prompt Challenge

Characters- Charlie Bradbury, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Fem! Reader

Prompt- “Are we friends?” “No.”

Warnings- Drinking? Dean being illegally attractive?

Wordcount- 2,050

You’re sitting in the bunker with Charlie for your rare movie night. Things haven’t been settled enough for the two of you to really see each other, between the last world-ending event, your normal hunts, and Charlie’s responsibilities as Queen of a LARP Kingdom. Ahead of you waits a movie marathon- you would bet money Charlie picked Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings series- girl talk, and movie snacks, and even better, a night off from ganking monsters or stitching yourself and the boys up.

Sam and Dean had even left the bunker for the night, going to have some “brotherly bonding”, which you suspected was a cover for probably getting themselves arrested, absolutely piss-drunk, or both. “Alright, up for some Harry Potter?” Charlie exclaims, already sliding the disc into the large telly Dean had hooked up to what he and Sam called the “Dean-cave” (you refused to call it that). “Obviously. While we watch, you can finish telling me all about this girl you met.” You tease, wiggling your brows playfully at your red-headed best friend. Charlie laughs and agrees, and you grab the popcorn and change into your pyjamas.

You were both laughing so hard your stomach ached over the story of your latest hunt- on which Dean had tripped right into the grave you’d dug, and the lid of a coffin had closed, trapping him with a skeleton- when the bunker doors open, familiar footsteps clunking down the stairs. “Y/N? Charlie?” Dean calls, peering into the room. “Hey, Dean. What are you doing back so early?” You ask, turning to face him questioningly. “Stealing my popcorn, apparently!” Charlie gasps, looking affronted as Dean reaches over to steal a handful of her popcorn. You laugh, and Dean winks, quickly munching on the popcorn with an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Friends share, Charlie.” He states seriously. “Are we friends?” Charlie asks, and now it’s Dean’s turn to act offended. “No. Apparently, Y/N is the only nice one here.” Dean huffs, green eyes narrowing at Charlie as he crosses his arms over his chest. You snicker and shove the tall hunter’s shoulder playfully. “Who says I’m nice?” You quip, raising a brow. “Unbelievable. You two are- are ganging up on me!” Dean shouts, throwing his hands in the air, and directing a glare at you and Charlie, while you only gave an innocent smile. “Payback for interrupting girl’s night. Now get out, Winchester, unless you want to hear all about my date from last week!” You smirk, Dean’s ears going red as he mumbles inaudibly and whirls around. “I am gone!” He calls from over his shoulder.

You and Charlie laugh at Dean’s expense before you turn back to watch the movie, except her playful smirk that can only mean she’s up to no good is now directed at you. “What? I don’t like it when you look at me like that, Char.” You say nervously. “Oh, nothing. It’s just interesting, is all.” Charlie shrugs nonchalantly, her smirk only growing. “What.” You demand, less a question and more an order now. “You and Dean. How long has that been going on?” Charlie questions eagerly, leaning closer to you. You nearly choke on air. “Me- Dean and- What?!” You sputter, eyes as wide as moons. “Oh, please, Y/N, as your best friend, it is my sacred duty to inform you that you two are making major heart-eyes at each other. It’s kinda gross, actually, in a cute way.” Charlie snorts, rolling her eyes at your apparent obliviousness. “Charlie, I think you’ve been watching too many rom-coms.” You scoff. “Y/N, are you serious? You can tell me, I swear I won’t say anything.” Charlie pleads, giving you a pair of puppy-dog eyes almost as convincing as Sam’s. You sigh, realizing she isn’t giving up, and resign yourself to your fate.

“Alright, fine, you got me. I may, sort of, just a wee bit, kind of... fancy Dean.” You admit. “But if you tell anyone, or even think about it near him, Charlie, I swear to God, I will bloody murder you!” You rush out, panicking at the thought she might let something slip. You loved Charlie, but she was kind of awful at keeping things hush-hush, and you would die from embarrassment if Dean ever found out about your not-so-platonic feelings for him. “I knew it! This is like, amaze-balls, Y/N! In the books the tension was so unreal, and in person, it’s killing me! Dean is totally crushing on you!” Charlie squeals, her face lighting up at your admission. “Holy Batman, you guys are just so cute together! You have to tell him!” Charlie insists. “Charlie, you’re insane. We get along great, and our friendship is really important to me. I’m not going to risk that because of some stupid feelings. Look, Char, I love for trying to convince me to take the chance, but it just isn’t gonna happen, and that’s okay. I’d rather be Dean’s friend than a hook-up or something.” You sigh. “But Y/N, I’m totally serious! You should see the way he looks at you-” “I’m attractive, and I’m a woman. Of course he looks at me. Lust and love are two very different things, Char. Can we- can we just drop it, please?” You ask, mood much more subdued now. “Okay. You’re wrong, though. You’re the Hermione to Dean’s Ron.” Charlie says softly, letting the topic go and playing the next movie.

What neither of you know is that Dean had walked back, about to inform you of the next hunt, and heard everything from your threat on Charlie’s life, to Charlie’s weird, Harry Potter-themed comparison. Dean stood frozen in the hall, and almost dropped his beer in utter shock, his swift reflexes preventing him from being caught. He was glad no one saw him, because he was sure he’d turned a brighter red than Charlie’s hair, eyes bugging out of his head. Dean had been harboring the world’s biggest crush on you since the moment you’d met- first time the Winchester brothers saw you, you were spattered with blood (whose blood it was was impossible to tell) and had just eradicated a nest of at least five vampires, alone, and Dean was pretty sure he’d frozen and stared at you for a full minute- and had kept it to himself (except Sam, who somehow knew about Dean’s feelings before Dean knew about Dean’s feelings) the entirety of the four years he’d known you. The whole time, he didn’t think for a second you might feel the same way. For a split-second, he wondered if he was dreaming, the surprise of hearing you say out loud that you, Y/N L/N, actually fancied him, Dean Winchester, making his head spin and heart rate accelerate dangerously. And he knew exactly what he had to do.

You and Charlie had shoved Dean Winchester and all relating topics aside, completely focused on catching up on all that you’d missed, and laughing over inside-jokes and the movies. “Hey, I just had a great idea.” You say suddenly. “What?” Charlie demands excitedly, smiling wide. “Snacks are great and all, but what would really make this a party is some tequila.” You grin, eyes bright with mischief. Tequila was Charlie’s weakness- two glasses in, and she’d be three sheets to the wind, and singing loudly and off-key whatever horrible pop song came into her head for hours, until she eventually passed out. “Absolutely not!” Charlie denies instantly. “Knew you’d say that. You’re no fun.”, you say with a smile, “but if you insist on denying me my own private concert, I’ll break out the cheap booze instead.” You finish. “Be right back! And don’t watch without me!” You shout warningly, Charlie giggling behind you and claiming she made no such promises.

You were still grinning as you made your way to the kitchen and the cabinet which housed bottles of cheap, but effective, alcohol. Rummaging through your options and humming classic rock to yourself, you didn’t notice someone else entering the room. “I hope you two aren’t drinking tequila. I don’t think I can handle a three-hour repeat of Charlie singing “Walking on Sunshine” again.” Dean’s low voice chuckles, the sound of his warm timbre sending warmth to your cheeks instantly as you recall the conversation about him from earlier. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just some trashy vodka tonight. I think the trick is to get her drunk before mentioning the tequila so she won’t be so sensible and say no.” You laugh, turning around with the bottle in your hand. Your breath catches at how close Dean is, close enough to count every freckle, to see every colour in his unfairly gorgeous messy green eyes. Your nervous smile falters under the intensity of his gaze- normally, when he’s as focused and determined, it’s because he’s staring down some demon or monster. Now he’s staring at you, and the air feels charged, and then his eyes drop from yours to your lips. It’s an effort not to let the glass bottle slip from your hand to the wood floor, and you should probably get going, really shouldn’t be doing this, but the rational part of your brain is drowned out in the overwhelming wave of Dean, and his smell, like good whiskey and leather and gasoline, and his eyes, which were seriously too beautiful to even be possible, and the way he was looking at you. He moves, and this time, you do drop the bottle, thankful for Dean’s quick reflexes as he catches it, and places it behind him on the island without looking, his plump lips crashing onto yours, stubble scratching your cheeks in a way that ignites a blaze of fire in your belly.

You kiss back just as passionately, all teeth and tongue and hands that map your body but stay above the waist in a way that’s so gentlemanly and so not. Just as swiftly as the kiss began, Dean ends it, pulling away barely, so you’re breathing the same air, chests heaving. It’s silent for a long moment, just staring at one another, your mind replaying the scene a million times. “You should get back to Charlie.” He murmurs, looking dazed and unfocused, but his eyes are still fixed on you. “Yeah.” You nod, suddenly insecure- was this his way of changing his mind, letting you know the kiss had been a mistake. Something in your expression or flashing through your eyes must give you away, because Dean gently cups your jaw in his rough, warm hand. “Hey,” he says, making you meet his eyes again, the green of them turned dark and hungry, but he’s looking at you with such tenderness, too, “you and me, we’re gonna talk, and I’m gonna kiss you again, probably a lot, but if you don’t walk out of this kitchen soon, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.” Dean says roughly, drinking you in. You suppress a shiver at the insatiable look in his eyes, the firm set to his jaw, and carefully step around him.

You take the vodka bottle, and grip it so tight your knuckles turn white, like it’s the only thing keeping you from jumping the hunter right there in the kitchen. Dean watches your every move, and at the threshold, you look back at him. “So, I take it you fancy me then, right?” You ask, needing to hear confirmation. His lips draw into a smirk, and you want to kiss the smug expression off his face. “Give Charlie a thank you for me. Never been so glad for her Harry Potter references in my life.” Dean replies, watching in amusement as you flush red, realizing he heard you little talk with Charlie. “Hope she wasn’t spendin’ the night.” “Why’s that?” You dare to ask. “’Cause we’ve got plans.” Dean smirks, cocking a brow at you, waiting for you to tell him if he was crossing a line. “I’ve seen Harry Potter too many times anyways.” You mutter, meeting his cocky grin with one of your own, and quickly leaving the kitchen.

“Charlie, I will never doubt you again, as long as I live.” “Well, good, but what happened?” “You and Sam hang out tonight.” “Huh? But- sleepover! Why?” “I’ve got plans.”

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#ibw: hello spring 2020 #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #y/n

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thisgirlsays22 · 4 years ago

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QuaranTeen Wolf Viewing: S1 EP8 Part 1

Stiles gets Scott drunk to help soothe his pain over the break up with Allison. Stiles’s voice cracks adorably while he is wasted, it is precious.

This is all very cute, but it seems like another drawback of being a werewolf is that either you can’t get drunk or it’s a lot harder to get drunk. Scott soberly broods.

Stiles talks about Lydia and also about being alone, BUT THEN BULLIES ARRIVE ON THE SCENE!

Harsh. But I like that this continues the theme of dangerous human villains being marked by their hats. Recall that the rando who beat Scott up (when he believed Scott had keyed his car) was wearing a flat cap.

The bullies steal the booze! But then Scott flashes his were eyes, gets the bottle back...and then throws it against a tree. We scene jump to Scott and Stiles heading to their car, so I guess the confrontation ended peacefully after the alcohol was destroyed.

But wait a minute. We return to the bullies who are still roaming the woods, looking for other victims to bully! When the Alpha shows up and straight up throws one of them into a fire!! And murders the other one offscreen I think??

If anyone dares to try to pin this on Derek too so help me god...

Scott wakes up later in the week. His radio tells us that school has been closed for two days and that the police are looking for Derek.

Scott’s mom comes in and continues to be very likable and offer support to her sad son. Scott rebuffs her.

Scott :(

Chris & Kate Argent drive Allison to school. Chris is being overprotective and basically not letting Allison out of the car until Kate intervenes.

I have to say I’m impressed by the way Kate and Chris are being portrayed as characters. I’m so so wary of both of them but then also the fam interactions can be really fun. The writing here feels a bit more organic than with some of the other threads going on. Like hey these people are horrifying menaces to our main characters but also they are a family with real desires and cares in this world. Yay for some nuance!

Kate tries to say something to Chris and he babbles defensively about how Kate was right, they should have acted sooner, he put Allison in danger. Kate’s like, “I was just gonna say u need gas.”

Argent comedy hour over here.

Allison and Lydia chat and let the audience know that no one knows they were the ones at the school the other night. Allison is concerned she made the wrong choice breaking up with Scott, but Lydia points out that he locked them in a classroom and left them for dead. “He’s lucky we’re not pressing charges or making him pay for our therapy bill.” LOL.

Sheriff is also at the school, and Stiles asks him if they’ve found Derek yet. He warns his father to be extra careful (bc of the full moon), and his father assures him that he’s brought in the big guns in the form of a state detective.

Well, I for one feel safer already.

Scott/Stiles/Allison all take a test. Scott can’t concentrate bc of his Allison angst + werewolf senses going into overdrive (presumably intensified as the full moon approaches. Good detail!)

Scott flees the classroom. Stiles goes after him immediately, test be damned! That is friendship, y’all.

He finds Scott in the boy’s locker room (the favorite set location by far) having a sexy breakdown. I’m not complaining that we have had a lot of shirtless Scott this ep, but it feels bittersweet given the circumstances.

Scott tells Stiles he can’t breathe, so Stiles roots around in Scott’s backpack for his inhaler. I find it charming / a really good detail that Scott is still carrying his inhaler. He’s not fully confident about his new powers and not fully accepting of the changes IN HIS LIFE AND BODY. And I love that Stiles knows exactly where the inhaler is. And that Stiles is like ‘hey actually you’re having a panic attack, but I distracted you by making you think it was an asthma attack!’ and he talks about how he had panic attacks after his mom died. My heart.

Stiles suggests that the heightened senses / reactions / panic attack are because of the full moon. Scott says that they need to do more during the full moon than just lock him in his room because if they don’t he might kill someone!

In the next scene, there is some sort of big hunter meeting going on AND STATE DETECTIVE IS THERE!!!

They talk about whether or not Allison will be a target and how they have to protect lives during the full moon.

Chris explains, “An Alpha is like any other werewolf on a full moon. It struggles under its sway, which means tonight is our best chance to catch it—when it’s unfocused.”

They discuss that it’s unlikely Derek will show up tonight. Allison’s mom enters the room with cookies and says they should cut Derek in half if they see him. She then offers cookies. EEEK!

Jackson finds Allison eating lunch and...wipes food off her lips and then eats the food...I know he’s trying to be sexy, but yuck! Instead of fleeing in horror, Allison thanks him.

Jackson’s neck continues to bother him. In my haste to worry about Scott, I forgot to worry about how Jackson would be handling the full moon.

Scott is eavesdropping outside the cafeteria as Jackson tells Allison she did the right thing dumping Scott/that he got what he deserved. Scott cracks a wall with his head!?!?!

We then switch to a comedic scene in the locker room (again, the fav set piece) where, thanks to a pink eye outbreak, there are some new folks on first line. Stiles is overjoyed to find he is one of the lucky guys!

Scott is made co captain with Jackson, much to Jackson’s chagrin.

Danny, the voice of reason, tells Jackson that it doesn’t matter who the captain of the team is. He tells Jackson to get a grip. Danny is great, can we get more of him??

Stiles and Scott discuss this dramatic turn of events, and Scott reveals he can smell jealousy. Stiles is like CAN YOU ALSO SMELL DESIRE? The answers to these questions are crucial because they could potentially form the basis to an enormous number of fics.

Stiles asks Scott to go talk to Lydia about him and see if he can smell desire from her.

In a strange turn of events, Scott takes Lydia into a private classroom and asks if Allison is still into him. Lydia says that Allison will always like him as a friend, but that Lydia knows Allison made a huge mistake. Scott was protecting them, and Lydia is into that...so she starts making out with Scott?? This has to be connected to the way Jackson has been acting with Allison, right?? Or can Lydia smell that new Lacrosse Captain smell on Scott?? Is she somehow also being affected by the full moon?

Scott makes this face at Lydia:

#teen wolf #Scott McCall #derek hale #quaranteen wolf #recaps #baby's first teen wolf #stiles stilinski

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codyfernmorelikedaddyfern · 5 years ago

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Medicine - Jim x fem!reader // Part One

I’m doing this guys.

Multi part fanfiction on Jim losely inspired by multiple songs on my playlist. The whole thing is following Medicine by The 1975 but each chapters will have a different theme within it besides this one because it’s mainly exposition.

Description: In a desperate attempt to “make things work” in a marriage already shattered a decade ago, (Y/N)’s parents move in Palos Verde where she meets Medina, a newfound hermit like her.

Warnings: mention of dysfunctional/toxic relationships, alcohol and drug abuse.

Word counts: 1.6k+

She hated being the new kid in town. She hated the attention it brought to her as she wandered the confusing halls of her new school. She hated the eyes glued to her as she sat alone at her table at lunch. She hated having to introduce herself over and over again to her classmates. She hated the spotlight and the stares.

Her gentle footsteps carried her to the lockers, looking down at the 93 scribbled on her palm, scanning the metal doors and looking for the number she had been assigned to in the ocean of students pacing up and down the hall.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N), the new girl, right, a gentle voice spoke behind your as you snapped out of your search.

- Oh, yeah, hi! She turned to the girl, probably around her age, standing next to her. We have classes together, don’t we?

- I think so, yes, I’m Medina.”

With a friendly handshake and her best smile, the blonde girl helped (Y/N) locate her locker and settle. The next couple of classes where spent in hushed whispers and sassy comments about diverse people walking past them or throwing glances in their direction.

The outcast had found another hermit with who she could moan about others with and it made their afternoon slightly more tolerable.

As the bell rang the end of the day, the two young women took their own paths home, Medina jumping on her bicycle and riding down the road aside a tall brunette. She had never mentioned a boyfriend but she didn’t know the blonde to take any sense of betrayal in her blood.

Kicking up a stone or two on her way to the house she had barely got the chance to settle in, she was lost in her thoughts, trying to remember the information that had been unfurled in front of her throughout the day. The voice of her father welcomed her in the house. All she could see was the blinking colours spewing out of the TV and the back of the elderly man’s head on the couch as she climbed up the flight of stairs carrying her to her bedroom.

The door gently swayed closed as she sat at the brand new corner desk begging to be used. Unpacking her bag’s content on the desk, (Y/N) quickly worked on her tasks for the night after putting her favourite playlist on for motivation.

Her gentle features bobbed to the beat of the music while she could hear the ocean’s harsh waves crashing on the rocks a hundred feet away from her window.

Her mother must have opened it during the day during her daily compulsive cleaning sessions. What a strange woman she was, the young one thought. After her father had caught his spouse in bed with another man, she had spun their world around and condemned herself to a life of a full time housewife, losing her mind in cleaning products and a pair of rubber cloves, the chemicals becoming some twisted medicine to her unfaithfulness.

What a strange man her father was, accepting the multitude of apologies her mother webbed over the years. She had given up her work to tie herself to his will. As a child, her parents were the only idea of love she could base herself on which is mostly the reason of her own relationships failing. Her shifted idea of what a man and woman should act as when together was shattered when the time for her to have her first boyfriend came.

And before she could remember the night said boyfriend broke her poor little heart, the creaking of her door pulled her out of her daydreaming, her mother standing in the frame. Her voice, raspy from decades of smoking, invited her to join them for dinner.

That’s one thing she hated too. The questioning. Yes, her day had been fine. Yes, she was making friend. Yes, her homework were finished. No, she hadn’t developed a crush on the neighbour yet. Her eyes rolled so far she fear it might disappear at the back of her skull.

“We have been invited to a little gathering after dinner, would you care to join, the voice of her father pushed the clouded thoughts of her day out of the way.

- Sure, where is it?

- Down a few blocks, there will be a bonfire and you could bring your doodling stuff, the mother carried on.

- Yeah okay, I guess I could walk home if the adult talk become too boring, the teenager concluded as she pushed her last broccoli in her mouth, chewing on it for longer that she should.

- Great, we’ll be heading there when you are ready, sweetie”.

The urge to roll her eyes once more was intense but she held back. The family dynamic had been broken all those years ago when the cat had gone out of the bag about her poor mother. Or poor father? (Y/N) didn’t know which one to pity the most. Their empty drive to “make it work” had smothered their daughter.

She found a way out in art. She would try her hands at any mediums. Sculpting was her favourite and she lavished herself in bringing bodies and forms to life from her nimble fingers, calloused and blistered by the hot clay. But what she was the best at was with a pencil.

Many a sketchbook had been filled with grotesque cartoons and semi realistic portraits and stills. The comfort that sketching a frame of her vision on the blank pages somewhat made up for the lack of a mother or father figure, the two of them too busy trying to work on each other.

After shoving the dirty cutlery and plates in the dish washer, she jumped up the stairs and gathered her supplies before kicking her shoes on and following her parents to the car. There was no need for conversation as the vehicle sped down the empty streets and there was also no need for a car ride altogether.

The smell of burning wood hit (Y/N)’s nose, offering a pleasant change from the brine and seaweed. Stepping out of the car, an unknown voice welcomed you to join the group of mingling adults at the back. A series of new introduction took place as her father shook hands with multiple strangers.

“You must be (Y/N), ‘the new girl’ Medina talked about. I’m Phil” his large hand reached forward for hers, which she shook while noticing that glint in his eyes.

The same sad glint she had seen in her father’s eyes. With the same palm, he quickly pointed to the large bonfire 200 ft forward on the beach. “She’s over there if you look for her” he mentioned causing her to whisper a quick thank you and darting towards the large dancing flames surrounded by a handful of teenagers.

Once the sand pooled too much in her shoes and she cursed herself for wearing them, she quickly pulled them out, gingerly walking towards the only figure she recognised. Medina’s 6th sense must have been tingling because she turned around to the hesitant silhouette approaching, inviting her to sit by her side.

“I didn’t think my dad meant it when he said you were invited tonight” the blonde suddenly blushed as the spot next to her got filled with her new acquaintance. Enquiring about the content of her Y/N, sparked a lengthy conversation about art and drawings, learning that the other outcast’s outlet was to surf with her sibling.

As if mentioning her twin was a magical incantation, his hazy body walked into view. The boy she had mistakenly assumed was the boyfriend your new friend was only his brother. He slumped next to her, his words slurred and somewhat jumbled while carrying the lingering smell of weed and booze.

“Y-You’re not going to introduce me, he nearly choked, his head slumping forward in a playful wave.

- That’s (Y/N), she’s new here, she looked at her brother then turned to her friend, that’s my brother Jim, he’s… not new here.

- Very nice to meet you, his hand reached forward, sawing wildly.”

Hesitantly shaking his hand, (Y/N) shared a somewhat worried look with Medina. His broad shoulders fell backwards in the sand while he gazed at the stars but her eyes were set on the display of the waves.

The blonde excused herself for a second, muttering she needed the bathroom, before her figure disappeared up the sandy slope to the house. The awkward tension thickened as the young woman felt Jim’s gaze read her features.

She was not the conventional type of pretty. But damn did she look gorgeous as the amber lights of the flames licked her skin somehow highlighting her flaw in an array of beauty. It was probably the alcohol clouding his mind or most likely the drugs fogging his eyes. Fishing out her notepad, she started to stain the pages of her notebook with the beauty of the ocean she was witnessing as the moon was coasting on top of the waves.

The gentle footfalls of Medina brushed against her ear while (Y/N) consumed the night, her nose stuffed in her pencils and charcoals, the conversation between the twins losing itself in the blur of her focused gaze darting between the water and the her paper.

How could he focus on the words leaving his lips when this otherworldly apparition was so deeply enthralled in her mind? Her fingers greyed and stained by the lead she was smearing on the pages. And he noticed it. That broken glimmer in her eyes. Because she was broken too, maybe more than he was himself but in her own beautiful way. And maybe he could fix her. For a split second where her eyes fell deep within his, the haze of his inebriated mind, he sobered up.

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