#n*ah grossman

[nighthaterfrfr]

help help i missed something im only on tumblr/yt what’s wrong with noah

(i’ve just noticed a few other posts like yours)

oh hi!! must be a weird discovery here on tumblr, huh?

so it's known that he's been liking zionist tweets on his twitter, and he's discussed in his 2t1l video with keith, his grandfather participated in the first cleansing of palestinians in isnotrael, and finds it cool which is

yikes

also he's just not really a funny person? he's mostly loud, but unlike people like angela and shayne who are also sometimes loud for their comedy, there's a buildup. being loud is how he tries to be funny. not too great for a comedy channel.

free palestine!

edit: rewatching it, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeSP3vQUEyU&list=PLoHzZdwkwTQchp7na6-iuX6WYwBfgsf3x&index=2

it's a little old, but he's referring to the first nakba, or the first ethnic cleansing in israel.

it may have been 6 years ago, but the tweets he's liking aren't.

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Sam, Dean, and Y/N rush out of the restaurant.

"Come on!" Y/N shouts. Sam then trips, falling flat on his face, causing Dean and Y/N to slow down and turn around.

"Wow! You suck!" Dean and Y/N reach down and pick Sam up off the ground.

"Ow..."

"So, what, now your luck turns bad?" Sam's jeans are torn at both knees, which are bloody and raw.

"I guess."

"I wonder how bad?" Y/N says as Dean walks away. Y/N stays with Sam who rubs his hands together.

"Let's get a move on," Y/N says and she leads Sam back to the Impala, Dean leading.

==

Later the three enter the apartment where they had gotten the rabbit's foot from, Sam hanging back.

"Oh, man. What do you want?" Grossman asks.

"Heard about your friend. That's bad luck," Y/N says.

"Piss off."

"We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman," Dean says.

"Oh yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because she just stole it back from us," Grossman laughs.

"Listen man, this is seri-" Sam steps forward and trips on a wire on the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sending it and Sam crashing to the ground. Sam takes out a lamp as he goes. Dean just rolls his eyes and doesn't look while Y/N winces as if she feels the pain.

"Sam, you, Ok?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'm good!" Sam replies from the floor behind the couch. Sam pulls himself up and Grossman smirks.

"I want you to tell us her name," Y/N asks Grossman.

"Screw you," he says.

"No thanks," Y/N pauses. "It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner."

"What?"

"It was the rabbit's foot," Dean says, Y/N nods. Grossman scoffs incredulously.

"You're crazy, the pair of you."

"You know we're not. You saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And our brother here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head." Grossman looks worried.

"Now I can read people...and I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?"

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N exit the apartment block. Y/N's phone starts ringing and Y/N answers it as she steps over a large wad of pink bubble gum on the ground.

"Hello?" She speaks. Sam follows only to hear a squish noise. He has a deeply frustrated look on his face as he lifts his shoe off of the bubble gum. Dean is next to him and holds a disgusted yet amused look.

"Y/N, great news. Wasn't easy but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick."

"Bobby, that's uh, great, 'cept Sam, uh..." Y/N looks over at Sam and grimaces when Sam lifts his shoe. Dean shares a look with Y/N and he tries not to laugh "...Sam lost the foot."

"He WHAT?"

"Bobby, Bobby, listen. This, uh, this chick stole it from him. I'm serious. In her mid-20's, and she was sharp, you know, good enough at the con to play us. Well, not me but I was busy drinking my milkshake," Y/N explains, all while Sam is trying to scrape off the bubble gum from his shoe using a broken storm drain grating "And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something." She looks at Sam and Dean "Uh, Luigi or something?" Sam is still scraping his shoe off, while Dean looks at her.

"Lugosi," The two say in unison.

"Lugosi.

"Lugosi? Lugos - Aw crap, it's probably Bela," Bobby says. Sam moves his foot too hard, dislodging his shoe. It drops into the drain with a splash, and he then begins to try and retrieve it, all while Dean watches in amusement.

"Good luck getting that back," Dean says, trying to keep in his laughter.

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute."

"Bela Talbot's her real name," Bobby says. "Crossed paths with her once or twice."

"Well, she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a Hunter?"

"Pretty friggin' far from a Hunter, but she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country. Last I heard she was in the Middle East someplace."

"Ah, I guess she's back."

"Which means seriously bad luck for you."

"Great."

"But if it is Bela..." Bobby says "At least I might know some folks who know where to find her."

"Thanks, Bobby. Again."

"Just...look out for your brother, ya idjit." Bobby hangs up. Y/N looks back at Sam and Dean, seeing that Dean is slightly laughing whereas Sam looks thoroughly dejected.

"What?"

"I lost my shoe. He lost his shoe," The brothers say in unison. Y/N looks down at Sam's sock-clad foot and sighs, annoyed. She rolls her eyes and turns away, Dean follows her. Sam hangs his head.

==

Later, the Impala pulls into the lot and stops just inside the entrance.

"All right, Bobby, thanks. Hey, we owe ya. Another one," Y/N says on the phone. "All right, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick ... lives in Queens. So, it'll take me about two hours to get there."

"So, what are we doing here?" Sam asks.

"You, my brother, are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed," She looks to Dean who is smirking at Sam. "And you, Sam's gonna need a babysitter."

"Oh, come on," Dean says. Y/N gives him a sharp look and he pouts and huffs.

"You’re acting like a kid, Dean," she says as she drives the Impala into the main lot. Minutes later she unlocks the door and leads Sam inside, turning on a light as she goes - Dean slowly trailing behind.

"What are we even supposed to do, Y/N?"

"Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here," Y/N pulls a chair into the middle of the room, "and don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose." Sam sits in the chair, Dean sits on the bed. "Keep him alive, will you?" She says to Dean before walking out of the room, locking the door behind her. Sam wrinkles his nose a few times before risking a scratch.

"I wouldn't do that if I was-" Dean is cut off by Sam holding his now bleeding nose "-you. Great."

==

Hours later, Y/N appears behind Bela, her gun drawn. Bela turns and draws her gun.

"You left without your tip," Y/N says. Bela smirks and Y/N raises her eyebrows.

==

Sam rocks back and forth on the chair, bored stiff. Dean is asleep, slightly snoring. Suddenly, the AC unit in the wall in front of Sam starts making a clunking, grinding sound as smoke starts to pour out.

"Oh, come on, I- I didn't- I wasn't..." Sam says despairingly bit then sighs. Sam gets up and cautiously approaches the unit only for it to catch fire. Sam grabs the comforter off Dean, waking him, to put out the fire.

"What the hell, Dude!" Dean says, sitting up. Sam doesn't say anything. Thinking he's got it, he gets up, only to find his jacket sleeve is now on fire. Dean hurries and gets up to help put the fire out as Sam panics and uses the curtain to put it out. The curtain rips and the bar falls and hits Dean in the head, knocking him out. The curtain falls and reveals two people staring through the window, causing Sam to falls back with the curtain, knocking himself out on the floor.

==

Y/N and Bela are engaged in a stand-off.

"You're gonna give it back," Y/N says as the two circle each other slowly, guns still aimed.

"Sweetie. No, I'm not," Bela says, laughing.

"Yeah, we'll see. Bela, right?"

"That's right, Y/N."

"You know the thing's cursed, don't you?"

"You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that," Bela says.

"Really?"

"There's a lucrative market out there. A lot of money to be made," Bela laughs and continues, "You hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college."

"So, you know the truth, about what's really going on out there, and this is what you decide to do with it?" Y/N says. "You become a thief?"

"I procure unique items for a selective clientele."

"Yeah. A thief."

"No, a great thief."

==

One of the men is restraining Sam to a chair with Duct Tape, Dean being in a similar position and already tied up. Minutes later, the brothers come too, seeing two people stood in front of them.

"Oh, they're awake!"

"Back with us, eh?"

"We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all," The man wiggles, "spastic, and knocked yourselves out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs!"

"Who are you, what do you wa-" Sam is cut off by one of the men snapping his fingers in Sam's face. Sam looks to Dean with a confused look and Dean shrugs in response.

"I used to think your friend Gordon sent me."

"Gordon? Oh, come on!"

"Yeah, because he asked me to track you down and put a bullet in your brain."

"Great. That sounds like him."

"But as it turns out...I'm on a mission from God." The man strikes Sam across the face causing Dean to struggle against his bonds, muffling through the tape on his mouth.

==

"Look Bela, my brother, he ... touched the foot. And when you took it from him, his luck went from-"

"I know how it works."

"So, then you know he's gonna die unless we can destroy it."

"Oh... You can have the foot," Bela says with insincerity, making Y/N look at her surprised, "For one point five million."

"Nice. Yeah, I'll just call my banker," Y/N says sarcastically as the two circle each other again slowly, "How'd you even find the damn thing? Stuck in the back of some storage place, middle of nowhere." Bela looks over her shoulder. Y/N follows her gaze to an Ouija Board and planchettes on the mantle.

"I just asked a few of the ghosts of the people that it killed. They were very attuned to its location."

"So, you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?"

"Being a Hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?" Bela says.

"Well, aren't you a glass half-full?"

"We're all going to Hell, Y/N. Might as well enjoy the ride."

"I actually agree with you there," Y/N says. "Anyhoo, this has been charming but uh, look at the time. Oh, and ... this?" Y/N reveals the rabbit's foot in her hand. Bela looks pissed. "Looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers. If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person." Bela fires at Y/N. "Missed!" She fires again, the bullet ricocheting around breaking several objects and hitting the Ouija Board. Y/N chuckles and holds out the rabbit's foot to taunt Bela and makes a run for the door. Bela fires again at Y/N's retreating form, the bullet again ricocheting around and destroying more objects. The Siamese cat runs off, and Bela ducks, allowing Y/N to escape. "Seeya!"

==

Creedy throws a glass of water in Sam's face, his face bruised and nose bloody. Sam shakes the water off while Kubrick watches, sitting on one of the motel beds. Sam just sighs as Dean watches, his mouth still taped. He is clearly pissed by his furrowed eyebrows.

"You were a part of that demon plan to open the gate, weren't you?" Kubrick says.

"We did everything we could to stop it."

"Lie, lie, lie! You two were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?" Dean shakes his head.

"No, we don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this."

"Where are they gonna hit us next?" Sam sighs and stays silent. Kubrick strikes Sam across the face again. Sam exhales. Dean continues to struggle.

"WHERE?! Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kinda weirdo psychic freak?"

"No, not anymore. I – no powers, no visions, nothing, it just—"

"LIAR!" Kubrick punches Sam hard.

"Now no more lies. There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe you can understand," Kubrick pauses, draws his gun, "why we can't take chances." Dean continues to struggle, and manages to get the tape off his mouth.

"You son of a bitch, let him go!" Kubrick draws his gun and points it at Sam.

"Whoa, okay, okay, no, do— hold on a minute! —" Sam says.

"Hey, Kubrick just-" Creedy tries to intervene.

"No, you saw what happened, Creedy. Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen."

"Look, I can explain all of that if-"

"Shut up!" Kubrick points to Sam without turning around. Sam lets out a long-suffering sigh. "It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do His work. This ... is destiny." Kubrick aims his gun back at Sam, pointing blank at his forehead. Sam squeezes his eyes shut.

"Sam!" Dean shouts, having been able to remove the tape from his mouth. The sound of another gun being cocked is heard, and Sam opens his eyes to see Y/N.

"Nope. No destiny," she says, “Just a rabbit's foot." Sam and Dean look relieved.

"Put the gun down, sweetheart, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall," Kubrick says, looking at her over his shoulder.

"Oh, this thing?" She asks, holding her gun up.

"Yeah, that thing."

"Okay." She puts the gun down on the table beside her. "But you see, there's something about me that you don't know." She looks smug as she picks up a pen sitting next to her gun.

"Yeah? What would that be?"

"It's my lucky day." Y/N tosses the pen towards Kubrick, and it somehow lodges itself into the barrel of Kubrick's gun. Sam and Dean look impressed while Y/N huffs out laughs, slightly surprised. "Oh my God, did you see that shot!?" Creedy lunges at Y/N and aims a punch, but she just side-steps, causing Creedy to run straight into the wall, falling backward and hitting his head. Kubrick stares at the pen in the barrel for a few moments before trying to dislodge it. "I'm amazing." Y/N picks up the TV remote from the table and throws it hard at Kubrick, who is just about to aim for her. It hits Kubrick right between the eyes, knocking him out cold. Her hand is still stuck in the position in which she threw the remote. "I'm Batman."

"Batman?" Dean mutters.

"Yeah. You're Batman" Sam says sarcastically.

==

Sam is crouching, and sprinkles something onto the embers of a small fire. Y/N is checking over more scratch cards, while Dean watches her.

"All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it."

"One second..." Y/N says.

"Y/N, you-"

"Hey, back off, Jink," Dean cuts him off. "I want some money bacon." Y/N rolls her eyes before she passes the cards to Dean and he smirks. "That's what I'm talking about." He stashes the cards in his jacket, which is slung over a gravestone. "All right, say goodbye to the 'wascawy wabbit.'"

"Don't ever say that again," Y/N says, holding up the rabbit's foot which is attached to a chain. The sound of a gun cocking is heard, Y/N turns around.

"I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever," Bela pauses. "Put the foot down, honey."

"No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people," Y/N says. "Okay, you're a thief, fine, but you're not-" Bela ignores Y/N, aims at Sam and fires. Sam goes down, groaning.

"Sam!" Dean says.

"Son of a-" Y/N turns back to Bela.

"Back off, tiger," she warns. "Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger." Sam gets up, clutching his shoulder. Dean is next to him, helping to keep pressure on the wound. "You've got the luck, Y/N. You, I can't hit. But your brothers? Them I can't miss." Y/N looks back at Sam before looking back at Bela.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!"

"Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim," Bela says. "Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people?"

"I shoot monsters, demons, and ghosts. Not people," Y/N says.

"It's all the same to me, honey," Bela says. "Now, put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."

"All right! All right. Take it easy," Dean goes to drop the rabbit's foot. "Think fast," but instead throws it at Bela. Bela catches the foot and curses, knowing she’s now cursed. All she can do is close her eyes and lower her gun, giving Y/N satisfaction as the said woman smiles.

"Damn!"

"Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?" Bela sighs in annoyance. Later, Bela drops the rabbit's foot into the embers.

"Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer."

"Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam? Dean?"

"Nope," Dean says.

"Not even a little."

"Hmm. Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry," Bela goes and leans on the gravestone where Dean's jacket is.

"Oh, don't go away angry, just go away," Dean says. Bela smirks.

"Have a nice night." She walks away. The rabbit's foot burns in the fire. The siblings begin to walk away.

"You good?" Y/N asks Sam.

"I'll live."

"I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the ... scratch tickets," Dean searches his jacket and comes up empty. Bela's car roars in the distance, and the Winchesters look at each other, before back to Bela as she speeds off.

"I wonder when she'll find out," Y/N says.

==

Bela smirks to herself, Dean's scratch cards laying beside her. Bela picks up the pile and looks at them but soon her smirk soon disappears as she looks at the cards, one by one.

"What?" All the scratch cards had no wins. She picks up a small note and reads.

"Don't worry, I left you with $500, that enough for you to get a milkshake from Biggerson's and for yourself for the time being. P.S. Never try to con a con woman.” At the bottom of the note it reads Y/N Winchester, with a smiley face.

"Well played, Y/N. Well played," Bela says, driving away.

==

Dean and Sam look at Y/N in confusion before She holds up 3 scratch cards.

"$500, each," she says, passing them the cards.

"What happened to the rest?" Sam asks, and Y/N responds with a shrug.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Dean says, Y/N walks away with Sam following her. "Hey, Y/N, what happened to the rest!"

"What did you do with the rest of the money?" Sam says quietly.

"Burnt it in the fire when you guys weren't looking, then replaced them with false scratch cards."

"Why?"

"Because that money was unfair, you nearly got yourself killed over it. Don't tell Dean or I'll never hear the end of it."

"Sure, sure. But you owe me for it."

"I owe everyone," Y/N says.

[twotonepolaroid]

Zoe: Madison, Coco’s been showing strange symptoms. I’m concerned.

Madison: I’ve been concerned about Coco since the first day I met her.

[beebubb]

Could you perhaps share my idea of the steven universe thing that we talked about on insta? 👉👈

Ah yes!

Ok guys so @holyshititsrainingcupcakes-blog

Is talking about is that, when i mentioned on a post before about angst ideas between will, LJ, and isaac. They got their own idea using my AU of will and LJ that was a bit inspired of steven universe too.

Concept (this includes Y/N x will): LJ and isaac were actually good friends and isaac never abandoned LJ and remained friends untill the day of his death.

LJ was so devestated by it which is what caused him to lose his colors.

But years later, when the demon rulers of hell told that LJ was going to protect will, he was happy that isaac's bloodline still went on. So he happily took care of will. But here, LJ was actually aware of will's powers, but he never told him sense he knew that malicious people would want to target him if they ever saw will use them.

Years later, when will was a teenager.

Demons, especially zalgo found out about will, which terrified LJ. He knew how zalgo could get if he didn't get what he wanted, so surely there would be a war.

LJ was willing to fight zalgo himself to protect william.

But when Y/N (will's S/O) found out about it, they wanted to show their love and loyalty towards will. So they wanted to learn to fight like LJ, which LJ gladly accepted and started teaching y/n.

Will was ok by it at first but he also didn't want y/n to sacrifice themselves for him (he still didn't know of his own powers)

So he wanted to fight in the zalgo war too.

He wanted to fight together with y/n like the couple they were

Which LJ wasn't much of a fan of.

He didn't want to tell will of his powers so he wouldn't feel responsible of the war, and he didn't want will to fight either. He wasn't going to let isaac's own blood get hurt and lose someone else that he cared about. So he kept on with the training

"Y/n, remember, in war, will is what matters, you don't matter"

Y/n, wanted to prove their loyalty, so they nodded and agreed "i don't matter"

Will immediately grabbed y/n's shoulders and faced them

"Don't say that! Y/n, i don't want you to do this! Not alone!"

Y/n denied

"No! Will, you have a legacy! A destiny! You're isaac grossman's great grandson! You are destined to so many great things! You are everything! I am nothing compared to you! Let me do this for you!"

"No! Babe! I don't want you to!"

Y/n was visibly getting a bit upset

"Will, let me do this for you! I need to be able to protect you!"

Will grabbed y/n's hands "but who will protect you? I know this war against zalgo is dangerous but if we do fight, i want to do it with you, together!"

But LJ stepped in before they could even reply

"Will stop interfering! They need to learn to fight zalgo themselves!"

Will was now getting upset at LJ "but why?! We're a team! And they can count on me to protect them too!"

LJ started getting angry "no!! Y/n! In a real battle, will won't be there to save you!!!"

"Yes i will!!" Will immediately contradicted

"You shouldn't be anywhere near the war!! You're too important!!!"

"No i'm not!!!!"

LJ started getting more frustraded at will, clearly getting angrier but his eyes getting filled with tears "yes you are!!!"

"No!!!"

"WHY WON'T YOU LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU, ISAAC?!?"

Y/n and will stood there with shock, just starring at him. But LJ immediatly realized his mistake

"I-i mean...let THEM do this...why don't you let y/n do this for you..."

They stayed quiet, y/n didn't know what to say anymore, and will saw how upset LJ was, so he didn't know what to say either.

"That's enough...i....i can't do this right now..."

LJ had a few tears but he immediatly wiped them away and started walking away

[neerasrealm]

Byt- Neko Jason.... what if somebody was pissed at Zalgp and hexed Jason? :0 and now Jason is a Neko :D

GDHDBDHSGS THIS IS WHAT WE'RE DOING NOW

Tbh I tried to think of who would do this and. I'm gonna say it was Will Grossman. He knows magic and he's a bastard. He'd probably do it because he thought it would be funny, rather than being mad.

The original plan was to turn Zalgo's beloved toymaker into a cat and see how long it took for people to realize/notice Jason's disappearance

It only half worked, and Will took off before the startled toymaker could realise who hexed him

He was just going about his day, making himself some tea, and now he has cat ears! And a tail! Wtf??

Jason is freaking out. Zalgo's realm is LOUD, and the second pair of more sensitive ears aren't helping

And the tail keeps hitting things!!

He's not having a good time.

He does the only thing he thinks he can do and runs off to find Zalgo

"My Lord! H-Help! I don't know what happened! I-I was just in the kitchen and-"

"..."

"I don't know what's happening, you have to help me!"

Jason is scared and confused and begging for help

And then Zalgo reaches up and starts petting him

"Zalgo! Please, I need help! T-This isn't the time for joking around-"

Zalgo scratches him behind his ears

"please I-!"

"o-oh-"

Jason starts purring without realising it and leans in to let Zalgo scratch him more

Zalgo smiles and chuckles softly.

"good kitty."

That snaps Jason out of it

"n-no! You need to fix this!"

Zalgo pats Jason's head and nods.

"of course, of course. I'll get you back to normal later, don't worry kitten."

"you need to fix this now." Jason quite literally growls. Zalgo smirks.

"ah-ah. No need to get aggressive with me, kitty."

"I'll claw your eyes out."

"d'aww."

Zalgo reaches up and scratches Jason behind the ears again.

He lets out an involuntary purr and tries to swat him away but- the affection feels so...nice. the purring is calming and Zalgo's touch is so warm and satisfying to the touch starved toymaker.

Jason moves closer, nuzzling his face against Zalgo as he continues revelling in the affection.

How purring is loud now, and his tail swishes around in joy.

Before Jason can even do anything, Zalgo picks him up, holding him as if he weighs nothing.

"but I think...I'll enjoy my new pet a little longer." He says with a grin

[langdxn]

Cody asking for the new girl Y/N in the party that the crew of AHS organized today. One of his cast friends tell to him that she just didn't come. She was a very reserved actress and was a very introvert girl, she prefer be in the comfort of her home. What she doesn't know is that Cody would leave the party only to be with her, in his very glamorous (as always) outfit and just chill out with her.

NAWWW I love this so much! Thank you anon, this was a lot of fun 💖💖💖

(gif by codyfernsource)

“She’s not here?”

Cody’s eyes swooped around the crowded room, the blur of familiar faces as he tried to avoid eye contact in case anybody caught him staring. He fiddled nervously with the zip on his striped top, wracking his brains back to the day he invited her. She knew what day and time it was, right?

“Maybe she had other plans,” Gus shrugged, downing the dwindling contents of his solo cup. “Have a drink, dude.”

“No thanks, man,” he refused calmly. “Need a clear head.”

Billie Lourd made a beeline for the duo, landing an acknowledging tickle on Cody’s waist.

“Hey baby, how are—“

“Have you seen Y/N?” Cody cut her off. “Is she here tonight?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” Billie spun on her heels to check the perimeter. “Maybe she got stuck in traffic?”

“On a Wednesday night? Besides, she doesn’t live far from here, right?”

“Couple blocks,” Gus proffered. “She walks home from set every night.”

Cody’s gaze darted to the front door. He could walk to her house and be back before anybody noticed he was gone.

“You’re not honestly going out there, are you? It’s raining like hell!”

Cody raised his eyebrows.

“Honey, do you even know me? Hell is home to me!”

“You got a crush on her, Cody?” Billie giggled, an expressive hand landing on his chest.

“No, of course not,” an empty dismissal fell from Cody’s lips as he formulated a plan to leave the building without attracting too much attention. Brad Falchuk was pitched at the front door, Kathy Bates covering the patio doors leading to the pool. Luckily, the kitchen door was guarded only by the AHS camera crew. They may be the most observant creatures on set, but tonight they’re off duty and they haven’t yet noticed how many drinks Leslie Grossman has sneaked past them.

“I—I’ve gotta go,” Cody excused himself, blowing an air kiss to Billie and thrusting his half full cup into Gus’s chest. Gleefully accepted, the contents were gone in seconds.

“Tell Y/N we said hi,” Gus called over with a chuckle. Smiling to himself, Cody kept his head down as he weaved skilfully through the numbers.

———

The TV drama mumbled nonchalantly, blissfully unaware it had been reduced to background noise while you stared into the middle distance. Tucking your feet snugly into your fleecy robe, you reached for a supersized candy bar and an incredibly generous bottle of champagne. Flinging a chunk of chocolate in the direction of your wide open mouth, you nearly choked on it as you cheered your own success.

An introvert’s food-throwing Olympics is never won nor lost.

Your phone vibrated on the leather couch with an almost obscene buzz. No doubt another Instagram notification from the party, Emma Roberts looking endlessly stunning in a dress you couldn’t even imagine affording, let alone wearing.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the cast and crew’s company, quite the contrary. You just needed some me time. The wrap party was the annual ultimatum you dreaded ever since you joined the AHS realm; lighting guys making inane small talk with makeup girls, hair guys battling in vain to find something in common with the runners. You scrunched your lips together, aware of how much you were missing at the party but consoling yourself in the knowledge that the anxiety wouldn’t have paid off. Singing into a hairbrush and watching dramatisations on serial killers was a much more profitable pastime. That is, if you can find your hairbrush.

Checking the luminous screen, Cody Fern’s caller ID glared back at you.

Shit, I forgot he invited me.

The longer you left the call unanswered, the more you panicked. Tapping to answer would only lead to twenty questions about your avoidance, but you couldn’t exactly turn down a call from Cody Fern. Your finger hovered shakily over the screen, wincing in agony. Unfortunately for you, said shaking finger tapped the button for you, making you curse silently and yank the phone to your ear.

“Hey—hey Cody, what’s up?” You answered feigning cluelessness, scratching your neck nervously.

“I thought I’d find you at home! I’m outside your door,” his familiar Australian tang chirped down the line.

“Easy there, Ghostface. What happened to the party?”

“Look, if it rains on my hair I swear I will barge my way in there and soak your damn couch.” His playful tone betrayed his serious message, giving you a handful of seconds to race to the door in fear of ruining The Hair.

Swinging the door open, you both simultaneously eyed each other up and down. You in your fluffy dressing gown, plush slippers and pyjamas, Cody head to toe in some glamorous clothing brand you were far too poor to identify. You shared a nervous, mouth-covering laugh before you stepped aside and ushered him in.

“What the hell happened to your hair, Mr Fern?” He instinctively shot a hand up to touch his blonde curls, all still perfectly fixed in place like some Flavian work of art. Cody snapped around to see you grinning from ear to ear. “Got you, babe.”

“So tell me,” he boomed as he made his way to your kitchen, grabbing a glass and the already half empty champagne bottle. “What is it about this very attractive drink that’s more important than the wrap party?”

“Ooh I don’t know,” you humoured him, swaggering over to the counter mocking the clanking of his ridiculously expensive boots on your linoleum floor. “Maybe I wanted a night in with a mysterious bubbly foreigner.”

Cody’s eyebrows raised so high, they may as well merge with his hairline.

“Okay,” you huffed, “I’ll bite, just this once. I’m not a wrap party kind of girl.”

“That’s all well and good honey,” he sassed on his way to the couch, kicking off his boots en route. “But why couldn’t you tell daddy you were going to abandon him and leave him asking the rest of the cast where your pretty face was?”

“That’s my problem, baby. I’m too new, nobody would really notice I’m not there anyway.”

Sinking into your couch and making himself at home, Cody cocked his head with a smile.

“Well I noticed!”

You sighed warmly, perching beside him and whipping your robe over your legs.

“What about the party? Don’t you wanna go back? You’ve seen I’m alive in here, that’s all you wanted to know, right?”

“Screw it, there’s always next year,” Cody declared, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you dipped into his chest. “So what’re we watching?”

“Something called The Assassination of Gianni Versace.”

“Oh really?” Cody chuckled heartily. “Never seen it.”

[uncovereliminate]

Splicers

Since I needed to do some research for a project I will be starting soon,  I decided to put everything I found interesting about Splicers in one compact post for me to always find it back.

General Splicers

Thuggish Splicer

Leadhead Splicer

Spider Splicer

Nitro Splicer

Houdini Splicer 

Because of the way this game works,  a lot of the ‘standard’ splicers listed above use either the Splicer-models I am getting into further into this post or the standard model showing on their wiki.

Baby Jane

Came to Rapture to make it big in show business, but ended up having to resort to other means to get by.  Can be heard constantly questioning the reality of the situation happening around her and regretting her loss of beauty.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Get away from my face!" [Screams] "Not on my face!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"It's my part! Mine!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"He left, he left, he left, left, left! He left! He left!"

"Came here to be a star! Came here to be a star- Not too late, not too late!"

"Mr. Ryan's gonna notice me, and I'm gonna be a star! It's not too late, not too late!"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

[Laughs] "And even that was a bad performance."

[Crying] "They'll be okay, right?! I mean, it was just- it was just an accident!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Ow—! And I— used to love bees!"

"I had real talent!"

"I had innocence- I was innocent!"

"I had innocence! You took my innocence!"

"Parasite! Paparazzi!"

"Stop — STARING!"

"You're a plain little girl! Plain- too plain."

"This wasn't part of the deal!"

"Only geniuses get saved, lunkhead!"

"Your memories? Yeah, we don't need 'em."

"Why would you bring a kid?!"

"Send your daughter home, freak!"

"Just me and the roaches."

"Rejection." [Cries]

"I don't understand." [Cries]

"To have seen what I have seen… see what I see…"

"I worked hard to look this good, and they still appreciate it… some of them…"

"Hello my baby, hello my honey, la da di da da da [Hums] nothing like a good old picture show…"

"Siren Alley [Sigh] well, the rent is cheap and there's work."

"Can we try that scene over? I forgot my line."

The Breadwinner

A wanna-be big-shot who thinks money and fame are everything.  He's convinced himself that Rapture’s downfall was just a small problem in his ultimate goal.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Finally. [coughs] Happy."

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on! Just- just let me explain, will ya?"

[Disgusted noise] "I'm too busy for this shit."

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"Yeah. Yeah, Ryan's gonna stake me, huh? Yeah! No, he- he'll stake us all. Just give it some time. Yeah, just a little time."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE 

"You can’t take this from me!"

"Think you can take what’s mine?!"

"I ain’t gettin’ reborn with you, no way."

He also has very gross misogynistic lines that are uh...  interesting for his character,  but I don’t want to be near them with a ten-foot pole,  so you can check out the wiki-page for those.

"I ain’t lost my touch, just look at me! I’m a king down here, a king! Yeah!"

"You think I’m that dumb?! Sure, sure, why not. You keep thinking that!"

"The business world’s ruthless, kid. Get used to it."

Dr. Grossman

A roaming medical professional who’s use of ADAM twisted his germophobia into something horrific.  He can be seen trying to destroy/murder anything he deems unclean/unhealthy.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"You're infecting this whole place!"

"You keep away from my patients!"

"You're crawling with disease!"

"Well, he won't get any better that way."

"I'm- I'm covered in his filth! DISGUSTING!"

"I've got patients to see, no time for distractions!"

"The subject… appears to have been ripped apart from the inside… probably a failed teleport."

"I- I try to help, but- sometimes I- I make mistakes… I try to help! But sometimes I- I make mistakes."

"I hate the babies, the most. They come out covered in death."

"I like the prestige, but I don't like the germs. The germs, they-they get under your nails, they crawl around at night."

"It's unsanitary in here, filthy! Come, let me take care of you."

"Haven't slept in weeks."

"Typical behavior for someone with your condition!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"My services, for free? [laughs] Get out!"

"I no longer require your services… nurse."

"Don't dare get your disease on me!"

"I killed [coughs] lost you! Once already."

"I guess it was just the wind… or was it a dream?"

"I gave up on helping people long ago, but I still ease their suffering.

"Might as well call me an undertaker these days… But, it suits me just fine."

"I come away from that damn clinic smelling like death. Everywhere! It smells like death!"

"Wait, my scrubs! All a-tatter?! Wha-what's happened here?"

"The thing about genes, they're just germs, and we're all crawling with them, all of us."

"Eternity will be so clean. So clean! So very, very clean!"

"The days are getting shorter! No no, that's not right!"

Ducky

A bitter lonely old man with a lot of prejudice who works security around Rapture.  Becomes a  devout part of ‘The Family’ during Bioshock II.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"He-hey? Hello? I'm here." [Crying]

"Poor sucker… my soul… my soul."

"They'll never find out about this. It's all gone away."

"Stop this… this isn't what ya think it is."

"Those stupid kids… they don't even know."

"Somebody gotta keep order around this place. If not, it'll go to the parasites."

"All these parasites want a piece of this place. And we gotta guard the borders, we gotta keep 'em out."

"They want what we got. And we gotta defend what's ours!"

"The parasites, the papists, the race mixers- I got my eye on all of them!"

"I'm just lonely! I— I'm lonely!"

"Down on the ground! DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

"You can run, but we'll find you! We run this place from tips to toes!"

"Oh… gimme my hat, Emma. Sweet mother of mercy!"

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE 

"Fuck it! God dammit! I hate bees!"

"Not the blood of the Son... my blood!"

"You wear the mark of the beast!"

"¡Qué estúpido!"

"¡Por favor! Help me!"

"¡Aye, Madonna mia! I'm bleeding!"

The rest is all religious rambling,  and tbh  ??  I have no time for it.   Ducky really annoys me.

Lady Smith

One of the upper-class matrons of Rapture and pretty much a WASP stereotype.  (I really don’t like her.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Darling, is that you?"

"Hello? Oh, get the door, Sydney!"

"Nothing there, but we should bring in the hounds from the stables, just the same."

"Audrey, Michelle, Peter, Thomas, William, Joseph… no wait, n-not Peter."

"My dear elite, no, distinguished friends. I've finally found the answer we've all been looking for!"

"Too introverted for anyone to notice."

"Charles! I think the negro cook's been stealing. It's always like that with the coloreds. Take, take, take."

"They always arrive with out-stretched hands. They're a tuneful people, I'll grant you, but so lazy."

"It's not like those people in Apollo Square. Animals, every one of them!"

"They talk talk talk, but in the end they've got nothing to offer society. Just more mouths to feed."

"Look at him, just lying there! Another parasite!"

"Run away! You people will never amount to anything!"

"You know what they do to vagrants in Rapture? They hang them!"

"You think you can just take what you want? This isn't the jungle!"

"There's proper folk, here. You don't fit in."

"It's always the same with you parasites, looking for a hand out."

"Yes, Dr. Steinman. Uh, no Dr. Steinman… sorry, Dr. Steinman."

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"Audrey, Michelle, Peter, Thomas, William, Joseph… Oh, no! No no no! Wait, not Peter!"

"I'm writing down your name, you filth!"

"The times may be unkind, but did you have to take our home? I raised my children there! Bastards!"

"I'm surrounded by them, and yet they can tell… I'm their better! They know it… I know it!"

"Three children. Yes, three little angels, all gone now. I wonder if they miss their mommy?"

"I'll not associate with your kind."

"This is an outrage! AN OUTRAGE!"

"Lester, where is my doll…?"

Toasty

I hope you guys will forgive me and also understand that I will honor the memory of Henry R. Lumley as he actually was and not as the horrible person the Bioshock devs painted him as.

I am still really disgusted by the fact that they would use his face as the model for Toasty  (a literal murderer/rapist!)  and never even asked his surviving family members if they could do such.  

So I will skip this one,  hope you don’t mind.

Pigskin

A young American football player pressured to Splice to become a better athlete.  Unlike most Splicers,  they seem to have partial awareness of what is happening to them.

(Honestly  ??  they’re my personal favorites.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Uh, baby…? I'm- I'm… I'm all calmed down, now… Okay? So-… Just open?! Would ja- shit!"

"Hey, come on- come on… Joey's gone, alright? You- you could come out, now."

"Not today, Dad, alright? I mean god damn!"

"Eh, Mom…? Mom…? I- it's er-"

"It's alright, Dad. It's alright, Dad."

"It's cold… Stay- stay focused, stay whatever, stay in the game. Stay."

[Chuckle] "Oh, shit. Hey, Dad, check this out!"

"I… I know you… No, I- I know you. I- I- I know I know you. You're- you're- you're that guy with the writing."

"It- it's different, this time, ya know? Really, it is. It- it certainly is."

"I'm good enough…! Why don't you believe it?"

"I'm tryin', Mr. Ryan. Please don't judge me! Please!"

"Look at me, Mr. Ryan. I- I've got nothin' left to give."

"Mom…? Dad…? Can you come get me?"

"It hurts… It- it- it hurts just to breathe."

"He's an intruder… and- and they make us kill intruders."

"I just wanna go to sleep… Just wanna go to sleep, I just wanna go to sleep."

"They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see! They make me hate everything I see!"

"I do what I'm told! I just do what I'm told! I always just do what I'm told!"

"Where are you?! They'll kill me if I don't find you!"

"Better come out! It- it'll go easier for both of us!"

"Please, come on out! It'll be so much worse if you hide!"

"Do you have any idea what they'll do if I don't find you?!"

"Yeah, am I entertaining you? Great! Is this fun to watch?!"

"Mom. Mom? Look what I've done. Mom?"

"I did it, okay? He's dead! Now just leave me alone!"

"Why did you make me do it? Why?"

"There! He's dead! Now just shut up!"

"It's over, okay? It's over! Now just get out of my head!"

"It hurts! It hurts! Jesus, it hurts!"

Plastered Splicer

Splicers that fell victim to being turned into Cohen’s art-work.  There are no specifics on how this exactly happened or how they function and are even still alive,  but they are and they’re scary as feck.

Rosebud

A female worker frantically looking for her lost child  (who has most likely been turned into a Little Sister).  She is known as ‘ruthless and deceptive’,  being one of the few Splicer-types that can actually set traps.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"Behind every door, an opportunity is so dangerous. "

"A floor, one two three four six seven… twelve thirteen thirty-four twenty-seven."

"She's still breathing… Oh, of course she is, she's just a child…"

"Shh… Oh, no… Of course you're not dying, my little one. You're just a baby… Babies don't die."

"No… they won't take you… you're just a- a little child."

"But she's my little girl… She has my eyes, can't you see?"

"Ah, don't hurt her! No, please! Take me, instead!"

"Oh, please… please… you don't want my girl. She's no use to you… can't you take… the neighbor's girl, instead?"

"Take me! Take my body! Take anything! Just don't hurt- take my little one!"

"Wake up, sleepy. [Chuckle] They're gone… Please? Please…? Please?!"

"I have time monster. I have all the time in the ocean."

"Kislány! Are you there, little child?"

"Sweetness? Mama's here to hold you."

"Sweetheart…? Where are you…? Come out, please… Mama just wants to hold you."

"Why would you take my little one?!"

Waders

The model for the secretly religious zealot from Bioshock  (pretty much the same function as Ducky from Bioshock II)  he believes he is avenging angel serving an angry God by punishing the sinful denizens of Rapture.

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK  DIALOGUE

"You'll open up if you know what's good for you!"

"Open up! ¡Ay! Qué mierda."

"I traded You, oh Lord, for Mammon, and what did it get me, huh?!"

"I'm sorry, Father! I'll do what You say, I-I'll do what You say!"

"Even miles under water, He still sees everything, sees everything, sees everything, sees everything, sees everything!"

[Singing] "Jesus loves me, this I know; for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong; they are weak, but He is strong!"

And other religious stuff.

Brute

A result of Splicing with a concoction of  Sports Boost and Armored Shell Gene Tonics.  Brutes are very aggressively masculine and homophobic,  which is revealed to be internalized homophobia once you Hypnotize him and he flirts with Delta.  (I could not make this shit up.)

FAVORITE BIOSHOCK II DIALOGUE

"A million little pricks- fuck, fuck! Leave me be!"

"Fucking sodomites everywhere."

"I know what you're thinkin'."

"Not my bloody type, luv."

"Oh, you're pissin' yourself now, eh?"

"You're mine now, lil' girl."

"I'm top man down here!"

"We're just mates, you titface!"

"Clip your wings, ya fairy!"

[Chuckles] "Oh, he wants a tussle."

"She's gonna watch me do ya, son!"

"Who's the daddy NOW, son!?"

"Suit don't make you a man."

"I feel… nothin'…"

"Peace, quiet, solitude. Proper solitude."

"These fuck's gotta bring more in, or I'll hafta…" [Chuckles] "I'll hafta start teaching 'em. Ooh…"

"We can start over down here, once we drown out all the buggers and the queens. It'll be real men only."

"Some thoughts are just wrong. Nasty thoughts. Gotta stomp them thoughts right out!"

"Doctor Lamb says to embrace the man in the mirror. How bloody queer is that?"

"Sander Cohen. There was a man! Sharp suit, good mustache, took no guff!"

"Lass wanted me to try wrestlin' before the city started pissin' itself, but I don't go in for all that touchin' and sweatin'. I'm a boxin' man."

(Just to point out,  this is him after being hypnotized)

"I love you, ya lil' shite. I do."

"Jus' tell me who to kill, guv."

"Feel so—what you call it—comfortable witcha."

"Nice to have a proper mate at last."

"Partners, yeah? I like the sound of that."

"I like a man what keeps his mystery."

"Mates, right? Mates. Yeah."

"Do anything for ya. I mean that."

"Right, guv, let's get into some nasty."

"I'd look a poof in that suit, but you carry it."

"Shite! Gah! You fucked me 'ead!"

"Lyin' lil' mince! I trusted ya!"

The Mother

A very overprotective mom who sees herself as very nurturing and self-sacrificing,  but is fairly possessive and restrictive in actuality.��

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Nothing could happened to my boy, I made him wear his best scarf today… he's bundled up tight!"

"I would never leave him with the sitter, they're all perverts."

"Wake up son. You worry me when you sleep so deeply."

"Gonorrhea, that's what you'll get. And there's no cure but the madhouse."

"Franklin, get Mother's cream out of the armoire. I need you to do your magic."

"Franklin, why don't you come over and rub mother's feet? They're barking."

"Friends? Of course he's got friends, but I always come first."

"There's no relationship like mother and son, it's deeply intimate."

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!"

"I'd like to see you run away, you wouldn't last the night!"

"No one'll ever love you as much as me!"

"I only worry so much because I love you!"

"I raised you better than this!"

"What's mothering but a thankless job?"

The Performer

A singer who hasn’t had work in a while,  but never let it dampen his spirit.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE 

"Yeah, folks always stare when I make the scene… You get used to it!"

"I told Sander Cohen, I'm always ready to cut a record or put on a show! Said he'd call."

"Yeah… Those old numbers sure got some high notes. But I got something new in the works!"

"I been on sabbatical for… goin' on 15 years now… I got some work, but I want to get back to real acting!"

"I warned you to stop following me!"

"Hello? You from the "Stars and Screen" magazine?"

"Don't leave me! Not again!"

The Social Darwinist

A doctor of psychiatry who advocates for the survival of the fittest and evolutionary superiority no matter the cost.  (Hate this sob.)

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"That's right… Cry like a baby. Your mother didn't love you… Why should she? What did you ever do to earn it? Nothing."

"You were the worst kind of parasite! Only taking, giving nothing in return! That you were a child means nothing!"

"Do you know what they call men who shy from adversity in war-time? Deserters… They shoot them… And rightly so!"

"Very painful, I assure you… But you will be hardier for it! More highly evolved! Superhuman!"

"No it's not the strongest that survive, but the fittest! Those most capable of change! A good start is thinking for yourself…"

"Did you come to Rapture because it seemed fashionable?! Or did you intend to make something of yourself? If you don't keep ahead of the rest you'll be resigned to follow."

"If you're going to disappear before my diagnosis, why did you come in the first place?!"

The Small Business Owner

Okay,  I take back everything I was about to say about  The Salesman,  this is Sinclair 2.0!  The description literally says  ‘This businessman is willing to do whatever it takes to thrive, even if it's technically illegal.’  JFC,  they could have at least tried.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"So I greased a few palms here an' there, time-to-time… What of it? I've been told this town is friendly to free enterprise!"

"'Fat Cat'? If that's what they call a fella who's prosperous?! Determined?! Uncompromising?! Then, FINE! The shoe fits! You got me."

"Criminal Dealings?! [short laugh] Fallacy! Misdirection! From those afraid to let the market take its natural course."

"You ain't no big shot round here!"

"Push me? I push right back!"

"You'll never amount to nothing!"

[short laugh] "I'm gonna bring you to heel!"

The Beauty Queen / King

A woman who recites her prepared speech for the Rapture Pageant.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"I'm just honored to be in the competition and… gee, I hope you like me… Because I'd like nothing more than to be Miss Rapture 1958…"

"Mother always says it's important to be yourself, so here I am, 100% the genuine article."

"Well, he's gotta be handsome AND smart and self-assured like A​ndrew Ryan… [short laugh] And good with his hands like Dr. Steinman!"

"No need to hide. I'm 'a regular person.' Just like you!"

"Butterflies in your stomach? C'mere. I have just the thing!"

(male variant)

"We're all adults… Nothing we can't work around with a little elbow grease."

"Women don't care for character anymore. It's all money and looks."

"Hello? You from "Star and Screen" magazine?"

Ryan Security Agent

Men and women handpicked by Sullivan to maintain order and keep the city safe from potential threats.  There’s not much else known about this specific character model.

FAVORITE BURIAL AT SEA DIALOGUE

"Atlas' followers have been living on borrowed time if you ask me. Who knows, maybe Ryan got tired of footing the bill for this place."

"Told Ryan he should've given each of these clowns a bullet, not a prison."

"Guy made a city at the bottom of the ocean, and they thought it was a wise idea crossing him."

"We get in, disappear the girl and Atlas' crew, back before happy hour."

"I'm smart enough to know Ryan's smarter than all of us."

"You judge a man by his enemies? Then Ryan doesn't amount to much."

"Fontaine's followers put up a good fight at the fisheries. I'd expected more from this lot."

"What did you think was gonna happen? You cross Ryan and get off scot-free?"

Misc.

Didn’t really feel like getting into the Crawlers,  Buttons,  Heady,  The Hypochondriac,  The Ex-Boyfriend,  The Schoolteacher,  Frosty Splicers,  Houdini,  Survivors and Jockey Splicers because they either feel uninteresting to me or are super area restricted.

[theglitterqueenposts-blog]

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CACS 102 Assessment One: Reference List & Bibliography

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[nhavietdent]

Xi măng trám bít ống tủy

Xi măng trám bít ống tủy là gì ?

Xi măng (slealer) là tác nhân kết nối dùng để lấp đầy các khoảng trống giữa thành ống tủy với các vật liệu trám bít tủy, xi măng còn trám bít những khoảng trống bất thường, ống tủy phụ, ống tủy bên..

Các đặc tính xi măng trám bít lý tưởng theo Grossman

Có tính dính khi trộn để có độ dán dính tốt vào thành ống tủy khi đông cứng

Tạo độ bít kín hoàn toàn

Cản quang để có thể nhận ra trên phim X quang

Phần bột mịn để dễ dàng trộn với phần nước

Không co lại khi cứng

Không làm đổi màu mô răng

Có tính kiềm khuẩn hoặc ít nhất không kích thích vi khuẩn phát triển

Thời gian làm việc đủ để thao tác chính xác.

Không bị hòa tan trong dịch mô

Không kích thích mô quanh chóp

Có thể hòa tan trong các dung môi thông thường khi cần loại bỏ chất trám bít ống tủy.

Hầu hết các loại cement trám bít ống tủy đều không thể đạt đồng thời các yêu cầu trên, mỗi loại sẽ có những ưu và khuyết điểm riêng.

Phân loại các vật liệu trám bít ống tủy theo đặc tính vật lý

1. Vật liệu rắn

Vật liệu có tính linh hoạt

Cone bạc

Thép không gỉ

Vật liệu cứng rắn

Vitallium

Cr-Co

2 Vật liệu bán rắn

Vật liệu gutta percha:

Gutta percha là vật liệu trám bít tuỷ phổ biến nhất hiện nay, nhược điểm của nó là phải sử dụng kết hợp với chất trám bít ống tuỷ (xi măng).

Gutta percha có nhiều ưu điểm như không bị tái hấp thu, tương hợp sinh học, dễ dàng thao tác và sử dụng; tuy nhiên, vật liệu vẫn có tính nhạy cảm với độ ẩm.

Cone gutta percha Sure Endo

Nghiên cứu đã chỉ ra rằng ống tuỷ được trám bít với gutta percha được gia nhiệt cho kết quả trám bít tốt hơn so với Amalgam, IRM và Super EBA.

b. Xi măng (Sealer trám bít tủy):

Xi măng dựa trên nền Zinc oxide

Xi măng có thành phần hoạt tính thuốc

Xi măng dựa trên nền Glass Ionomer

Xi măng dựa trên nền resin

MTA

Xi măng dựa trên nền Calcium hydroxide

Xi măng dựa trên nền Calcium phosphate

Xi măng dựa trên nền silicone

Xi măng dựa trên nền vật liệu bioceramic

Xi măng dựa trên nền vật liệu bioceramic

Phân loại các loại xi măng trám bít ống tủy

Theo Grossman, các loại xi măng trám bít ống tủy đang được sử dụng được phân loại như sau:

1. Xi măng dựa trên nền Zinc oxide

Do đặc tính hoà tan cao gây kích ứng mô quanh chóp nên nhóm vật liệu này phải trải qua nhiều sự điều chỉnh khác nhau để phù hợp. Cement trám bít tuỷ thành phần Zinc oxide phổ biến như Super EBA, IRM… được trộn với dung dịch Eugenol khi sử dụng.

Chúng đều có khả năng trám bít tốt. Tuy nhiên, vật liệu có đặc tính nhạy cảm với độ ẩm (ống tủy phải được làm khô khi trám bít tủy) và có thể gây kích ứng ban đầu khi vừa mới trám.

2. Xi măng có thành phần hoạt tính thuốc

Xi măng trám bít ống tủy phổ biến nhất trong nhóm này là Endomethasone, Endomethasone N, Endofill…

Cement trám bít ống tủy Endomethasone

Xi măng Endomethasone có thành phần Zinc oxide, Bismuth subnitrate, Dexamethasone, Parafomaldehyde…

Sau khi trám bít tủy thuốc có thể gây ra cảm giác đau ban đầu do phản ứng của corticosteroids.

3. Xi măng dựa trên nền Glass Ionomer

Xi măng trám bít tủy Glass Ionomer có khả năng bám dính hóa học tốt vào bề mặt ngà, tuy nhiên sẽ khó loại bỏ khi điều trị tủy lại, vì các dung dịch làm mềm cone không có tác dụng với Glass Ionomer.

Sản phẩm thuộc nhóm như cement Ketac Endo. Tuy nhiên hiện nay không còn được sử dụng rộng rãi.

4. Xi măng dựa trên nền composite resin

Polyvinyl resin based: Diaket, Diaket A

Epoxy resin based: AH26, AH Plus, VioSeal, Adseal..

Methacrylate resin based: Hydron, Fiberfill, Epiphany

Cement trám bít tủy AH26 Dentsply

Xi măng trám bít ống tủy bằng vật liệu resin (nhựa) đã bắt đầu từ năm 1978, và cho đến nay vẫn được tin tưởng với nhiều ưu điểm của nhóm vật liệu này trong việc trám bít ống tủy như:

Độ dán dính tốt, có độ chảy lỏng tốt.

Thời gian làm việc nhanh.

Không gây nhiễm màu lên răng

Không hòa tan trong môi trường dịch mô, máu

Không độc tính và không gây phản ứng mô quanh chóp.

Độ cản quang cao và dễ sử dụng.

[langdxn]

I'm soooo curious how others perceive Cody, like his personality and stuff! Do you think you could write something where the reader is a fellow actress on ahs, and the moment Cody and her meet, the tension is heavy and sparks are flying, and after a while of getting close and hanging out Cody confesses his feelings? You can write it as a fic or as headcannons and add smut it's all up to you! I'm just so curious now hkgjfkfjjd 💕💖❤️

asdfghjkl this has ruined me 💕💕 I’ve never tried headcanons before so this probably sucks but here goes! I’m so sorry this is so long 😭😭😭

The first read-through for a season is terrifying enough, nobody knows who’s returning, who’s not returning, who the newbies are, what to expect.

You’re new this season so you turn up early just to introduce yourself before all the chaos ensues.

You’re the first one in the room and once you’re settled at your named seat, your handbag scooted neatly under your desk, the door creaks open and a heavily-ringed hand curls around it. Cody peeks round the corner and he’s already beaming from ear to ear before he’s seen who’s in the room.

Your heart doesn’t know whether to soar or sink like a stone because Cody freaking Fern just walked in smiling like a soft boi.

He’s stood in the doorway squealing with glee, he’s back for another season and he wasn’t dreaming it! He throws a “oh my god this is actually happening” in your direction.

He can’t decide whether to run over and greet you or sit down before everybody piles in and things get crazy. He settles for the latter because he’s shy as heck, so he saves himself the nerves by waving happily across the room. “Hey, you’re new here! Nice to meet you, I’m Cody!” His Michael rings glint in the early morning sunlight — he must be a morning person.

His Aussie accent is drop dead GORGEOUS by the way, there’s nothing that can change my mind about that, I don’t make the rules.

He spots his seat directly across from you and flings his bag on the table, pulling out his chair and sinking into the (indescribably uncomfortable) plastic chair.

So the read-through goes okay, Sarah Paulson’s front and centre smoking and Evan Peters is slumped in a chair in a dark corner.

Scanning through the script, you searched the pages for any scenes where you and Cody are together. From page one, you’re noticing his name above yours A LOT.

You looked over to him and you find Cody gazing back at you, wearing such a warm smile he lights up the whole fucking room.

You quickly looked back down but you couldn’t help looking again and this time he’s winking.

Or blinking really.

It’s a wink.

But he can’t wink.

So he blinks.

Turns out Cody’s character is hopelessly in love with yours and your character bats him off daily.

So when you’re on set, you never know whether he’s gazing at you longingly because he’s getting into character or it’s real.

You’re just lucky he’s not caught you staring at him back.

Yet.

One day before you settled down for filming, you swore you caught him and Leslie Grossman giggling and gesturing towards you. In any other situation you’d think it was a bad thing but they’re too kind to be malicious, especially not behind someone’s back.

Sometimes you’d sit together at lunch and he’s aaaalways reading, he’s nose-deep in philosophy books 24/7 and he’ll read some paragraphs out loud to get everybody talking.

Well, not quite everybody... Gus doesn’t even bat an eyelid.

Every day he’s wearing a different extravagant ring. The costume department must be out of jewellery because he’s always trying them on and ‘testing them out’.

He’s a people person. If he’s not talking, he’s listening, asking questions and actively getting to know everybody.

He’s forever the most popular guy during breaks in shooting, he’s always swamped by people, cast and crew trying to speak to him. That’s why it’s so hard to catch five seconds to speak to him one-on-one... not that you’ve got any courage for that, at least not yet.

“Ask me who I’m wearing,” he shouts over to Billie, gesturing at some out-of-this-world outfit he’s got ready for a photoshoot later. “BALENCIAGAAAAAA!”

Seriously, he LOVES dropping AHS references. It’s obvious he’s a superfan and he tries to restrain it but he’s just so happy to be where he is, living the dream.

Asking him for feedback on your performance in certain scenes is just impossible, he’d never say a bad word about anybody.

DID I MENTION he tries to wink at everybody but... it’s just not happening. He’s working on it. 

Weeks later, you’re filming a scene where Cody has to try and kiss you and you brush it off.

His hands are resting on your hips and he’s towering over you, his lips are hovering so close to yours and his gorgeous blue eyes are pleading with you to let him touch you.

You keep messing up the scene because you’re shaking and blinking frantically, it’s not that you’re not a professional but he’s literally right there begging you to capture his lips and melt into him.

Cody laughs it off and tries to calm you down by whispering that it’s okay to be nervous... like that’s not how you calm a girl down but bless him for trying.

A bunch of takes later, you were shaking so much your lips accidentally brushed together and finally that contact was all you needed to snap you out of your nervousness.

You nailed the next take and the directors finally called it for the day so you all head back to your dressing rooms.

Just as you’re about to leave, Cody taps you softly on the shoulder and takes you to one side.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he nervously flicks his hair back from his forehead, looking down at his feet. “I was nervous too.”

“What’s there to be nervous about?” You enquire feeling a little intrusive at first but as you’ve got him in private, it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Haven’t you seen the way I’ve been looking at you ever since the read-through? I can’t take my eyes off you, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

It’s like someone just smacked you with a brick, you’re totally dumbstruck.

“I—I thought that was just method,” you stutter, shaking your head nervously and some of your hair falls in front of your face.

Cody reaches to brush your hair behind your ear, his azure irises burning into yours like he can plunge right into your soul and pluck out your deepest desires.

“Is this method too?” He whispers.

He gazes at your lips as if he’s making a mental map of your face, knowing full well they’ll be the first thing on his mind in the morning and the last thing at night.

You dare to look down at his, he’s caught his bottom lip ever so slightly between his teeth.

Without another word, his fingers snake gently around the back of your neck and pull you in.

Cody’s lips press so softly against yours, begging you to let him know you feel the same.

Your eyes are closed but it’s like fireworks are dancing all around your vision, like a watercolour masterpiece forming in your mind.

You break away from his lips to breathe deeply and open your eyes to see his eyes glistening, a loving, fulfilled spark ignited by finally, finally kissing you.

You lean back in to sink into his lips, drawing into him deeper and deeper, you feel him smiling so hard against you — he took a risk on you and it paid off.

His large, gentle hands ghost down to your waist and pull you close until you’re flat against him, feeling his heart beating so frantically in his chest it might burst out.

You wrap your arms around him and he breaks your kiss for a moment, drinking in the sight of you flush up against him and feeling you still shaking in disbelief.

“You don’t need to be nervous anymore, Y/N,” he coos, “I’m falling for you.”