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[gagakareem10]

Hehehehe XD! Nathan and Cassie again XD

And I have something funny about that lol

The poor father and his daughter were enjoying the fresh sunny morning and almost at the edge of the water but..

Elena: Nate, Cassie, we have to go because we have an appointment with the ophthalmologist right now!

Cassie *groans*: Nooo! Not the ophthalmologist! 😭

Nate: What? Now? Why now? Postpone it tonight

Oh Nate, Elena will kill you for defending your daughter xD no time to play JUST FIND OUT THE REASON OF YOU DAUGHTER'S DAMN DEFECT LOL!

I may change the background later when I update the game to use photo mode lol

Reference: it's also from GIFTED movie

Also bonus: got inspired from @kodesni 's art xD (I love it lol)

Uncharted © @naughty-dog

[fl5793]

Ruthless

chapter 2

I woke up in the recovery room where there were a bunch of people outside shouting and cursing.

"God, what happened to me?" "I thought I won," I said, barely opening my eyes.

"Ms. Naveen, you should be lucky that I was here to heal your wounds with my talent." a doctor says, and my eyes opened widely.

"Doctor Nate, what happened to your shirt?" I asked, looking at his abs.

"Oh well, whenever I use my talent, I get overheated sometimes," Nate says shyly, and I just admire him.

Sometimes, meaning it's very unlikely because I have rarely seen this happen to him—wait, it's more like never.

"Nate, you have a beautiful body, and of course, you're super hot, and I'm even hotter, so I think we should tell the world about us," I said with confidence, and he reddened at how blunt I was.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TALKING ABOUT TELLING PEOPLE OUR SECRET WHEN YOU ALMOST DIED?" Nate yells 

"Yeah, so what? I'm alive now; there's nothing wrong with that unless you're scared." I teased, and he turned even redder.

"Would you stop it?" Nate says I'm just looking away, and I smile at him.

Nate clears his throat and looks at me seriously.

"Gabby, you broke both of your ribs and were lucky enough to have not gotten killed," Nate says, and I sigh.

Nate, I understand, but—" Gabby was interrupted.

"But nothing, you should've never joined such a battle in the first place; it was rated mature for good reason," Nate says.

"Aren't they all since you have to be 18 or older?" I joked, but Nate wasn't laughing.

"This is serious." "Gabriella, I love you too much to lose you, and this tournament you were doing was meant to end with someone dying," Nate says, and Gabriella blushes.

"Did you just say you love me?" I asked, and Nate nodded.

CAN. NOT. COMPUTE. I REPEAT. CAN'T COMPUTE CUTENESS OVERLOAD 

"I can't have you risking your life and me praying to God that you don't die." "You need to stop doing these tournaments and actually get into something serious," Nate says, and I woke up from his hypnosis.

"Stop the tournaments?" "I get good money from these, and I don't even need to use my talent, and the stuff I got for you made you love me even more," I said, and he shakes his head.

"I don't love you because of the things you bought me; I love you because you're you," Nate says, and I just aww at his words.

"I love you, Nathan," I said to him with a heart in my eyes.

"Just, please don't do the tournaments anymore, at least if you want to stay alive," Nate says to me, and I agree with him, knowing that if I don't, he might take back everything he just said to me.

Nate was pretty close to my face, and I smirked at him.

"You know we are alone," I said, but he wasn't messing with me today.

"No," Nate says sternly.

"Why?" I asked now, acting like a baby.

"Let's just wait a little longer, kay?" Nate says.

"You said wait until marriage, and we are married; I'm 26 and you're 30; who knows if I'm still going to have this body?" I said to him, then crossed my arms.

"You have raging people out there wanting their money back because you made them bet on you losing." "I'm surprised you would count that as being "alone," Nate says, not convinced.

"Well, can we go on a date?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"I can feel my power growing now, and with the power of love, I can do anything." "Maybe even get a kiss?" I said we both lean forward, but then more loud noises come from outside.

"YOU KNOW WHAT!!! SCREW IT!!" Nathan says and walks outside.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!!" Nathan screams: "Some people ran away."

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do?" Someone says, and then Nathan growls 

"Okay, you know what, nevermind," someone says, and Nathan comes back inside in his dragon form.

"I will always love your dragon form," I said to him, and he realized what I was talking about.

Nathan turned back into normal form and blushed. I walk to him and kiss him on the lips.

Nathan Naveen, age 30; talent With healing, he can turn into a half-human, half-dragon and basically do what a dragon can, and with healing, he can well... He can heal people, just not himself.

Nathan blushes due to the sudden kiss, but he kisses back.

A week later 

"Hey, look at you!" "I guess you found a job," said Nathan, putting on his lab coat.

"Yep, I have." "You should know the job anyway; I got my degree in that," I said, trying to put my hair in a bun.

Nathan walks to me and helps me.

"Wow, you're a teacher; I never thought that you could handle teens," Nathan says surprised.

"Well, I didn't think so myself, but I'm going to be a great math teacher," I said to him with a smile.

"Oh, what school will you be teaching at anyway?" Nathan asked and finished putting her hair up in a bun.

"Gabriel Veréz School of the Arts," I said, and just watch his smile go from up to down.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?" Nathan yelled, and I tried to calm him down.

[hacash]

“Colin,” Nate manages to force between gritted teeth, breathless, “I don’t want to sound as if I’m killing the mood, but keep on calling me ‘Coach Shelley’ like that and I will eviscerate you with my bare hands.” 

 Nate can feel Colin’s smirk as the younger man nuzzles beneath his ear. “Sounds pretty hot, Coach.” 

He doesn’t know if it’s comforting or maddening that Colin pays about as much attention to what he says when they’re fooling around as when they were training. 

For God’s sake, this is his life. This is his actual life. He’s a grown man: he has a mortgage and insurance and a pension and everything; he watches Masterchef and complains about the music his younger cousins listen to. So how the hell has he come to be fooling around in the back of a car like a horny teenager with Colin fucking Hughes, of all people?! 

It’s bad. It is very fucking bad. (Though not, Nate has to confess to himself, bad enough to stop.) 

(And at least it’s not Colin’s Lamborghini. Nate has standards, and that is absolutely the line he refuses to cross.) 

(Nevermind the literally dozens of other standards that Colin has managed to drop-kick out the window - with all the panache of scoring the winning goal at Wembley - over the past few weeks. He’s sticking with this one.)

(Honestly.)

-

listen, my followers and mutuals are supposed to be the responsible ones rather than encouraging me in pairings which honest to goodness should not see the light of day

[grapecaseschoices]

9, 12, 23, 30 for Kendis and Nate please:)

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll tell you

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

Eventually, yes, they will. Kendis talks to much not to. No, Kendis feels like these kind of topics - and just general conversation period (surprising for Mx. Conceal Don't Feel) - are important basis when starting and CONTINUING a relationship.

And Nate is Mr. Schmoop. I think it is more important for Kendis to establish a baseline for this (so she knows what she's getting into) both because of Nate being a vampire as well as his job/tendency of being a big damn hero/wanting to help people (okay, Mr. Let Me Help This Diseased Supernatural Even Though IDEK WTF Is Happening. Okay. She sees you.)

Funnily, Religion is the easiest topic for them to cover. Kendis is agnostic but mostly respectful, so whatever Nate wants to bring to the table, they are supportive. Nate wants marriage but is smart enough to to expect that this will be a long haul convo given how long it took Kendis for even CONSIDER dating him.

They both love kids so much, but I think they might stick to fostering. That might change, but Kendis doesn't really think it's fair to bring a child into their lives permenantly. And Nate doesn't disagree. Both have issues talking about the other's death. Kendis is pointed about reminding Nate that she can and will die. Those convos dont always end well.

But discussions do happen, yes! Sometimes less than more qwerte

12. Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

No.

But there IS a honeymoon. Lmao. Kendis says they (singular) deserve one. And whisks Nate away, because fuck the agency. Nate thinks it's highly romantic, but convinces Kendis to at least call Adam to let him know where they (plural) are and keep him updated (Adam is both frustrated at this foolishness and happy they're safe/happy.)

23. How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

Kendis isn't a hugger! Kendis is generally anti-touch unless they initiate, but Nate would be allowed soft, gentle brushes. His fingers against their forearm, a light kiss to their temple. Kendis can and will squeeze his fingers or forearms. ONCE IN A BLUE, if it looks like Nate is really wrecked, he can lean his forehead on their shoulder (benefit of having a tall so) and she will pat his back (which actually ive grown to like better than rubbing one’s back, thanks kdramas for that introduction) Even more rarely he’ll get an embrace - because Kendis is actually hug shaped for a tall lean person - but that’s when it looks like he’s DROWNING. And given how Nate is ... Nate about certain emotions, it’s a progress to let them even SEE him in such a state, nevermind receiving COMFORT in such a state. (They’re working on it)

These two are BIG on teasing. Nate is a flirt while Kendis a tad more blunt to like his coyness, but their flirty comes off as teasy. She’s just so fucking insolent lmao. Like, in general. Impudent witticisms is her bag. But as flirting, them riffing off each other, it’s sexy, brow wriggling stuff, but it's also just fun? (I don’t know how to describe it, but you’ve seen how the detective and Nate get. Just take that mix HOTNESS with cheesy with Kendis popping his bubble lmao ... or trying, he’s full of flirty helium. He’s resistant lmao. They can range from PLEASE TO GET A ROOM his is bordering on R to PLEASE GET A ROOM YALL ARE JUST GROSS. Kendis: You’re so into me, huh? Nate: You know I am. Kendis: I know you know I know you are. I’m just saying ;-D Morgan: *vomits*) Kendis is often sardonic and sometimes their teasing can come off harsh but Nate is good at reading between the lines and can twist his rejoinder into something so soft that even throws Kendis off kilter and HE LOVES how she huffs and rolls her eyes but then smirks/smiles.

30. Could they manage a long distance relationship?

Hm. I don't know. I think it might be hard, because I feel a present as both of them are when they're all in, there's an emotional distance to each and that is easier to tackle with proximity. I feel if it happened, it would have to be down the road. I feel Nate would do most of the constant hard-core matienance (scheduling talk time, etc) but Kendis would do more of the longer term stuff (sending like gift baskets). I think both would make the effort to visit, so that would help.

So I think it is POSSIBLE.

so much thanks (again) @plasticdodecagon had a blast!

[tsc-updates]

Modern TID - Part 3

Part 2 - Part 4

They spent all night texting. Talke about the most random things they could think about. Pets (she learned he had a horse when he was little), places they’ve travelled (he had been to many different cities in Europe), music (he’s apparently a big fan of violins), favourite movies (his favourites were historical pieces), and many other topics. Somehow they started talking about books again, and the next thing she knew, the sun was coming up.

They made arrangements to have dinner together. He would pick her up at seven. He said the restaurant was a secret but that he was sure she’d like it.

When they finally decided it was time to put their phones aside, it was already Saturday morning. Tessa always used her Saturday’s to study. Today, however, she was unable to focus. Her mind kept sinking back into thoughts of Will and the date, which was very unlike her.

She spent the entire morning picking an outfit. Then she remembered that Will never told her what restaurant he was taking her so she didn’t know what type of outfit she should wear. So the rest of the afternoon was spent picking different types of outfits for all occasions: casual, fancy, gala, hipster...

It was five in the afternoon when she remembered she could’ve just texted him and ask. Fifteen minutes later she was putting on casual clothes and throwing everything else into her closet. It was not the time to fold.

She straightened her hair. Then she curled it. Then she pulled it into a ponytail. Then she took the ponytail and made a braid. Then she destroyed the braid and threw her brush across the room.

She threw herself onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. Saying she was nervous was an understatement. She wasn’t just nervous because this was her first date with Will. She was nervous because this was her first date ever.

She spent her entire high school life focusing on school and her grades. Yes, she had some crushes, but she never did anything about it. She always thought ‘maybe the next one’, but it never happened. And now she was about to go on her first date ever with a boy that would put all her previous crushes to shame. No pressure.

She was tying her old sneakers when her phone started blaring her ringtone. She dived into her sheets trying to find it. When she found it she quickly answered and screamed into the phone. “Hello?”

She heard Will laugh from the other side. “I’m sorry, did I startle you?”

She sat down and brushed her hair out of her face. “No, not at all. I’m cool.” She put him on speaker and continued to tie her shoes.

“Really? I’d think you’re more on the hot side.”

“What?” She stared at her phone.

The other line went silent. Then she heard an uncomfortable laugh. “Nevermind.” She heard rustling. “I’m out front by the way.”

“I’ll be down in a second.”

“I could come up.”

“No!” She screamed. Her brother was home and she didn’t want him knowing about Will. “No, it’s ok.”

She heard some more rustling. “Ok, I’ll be waiting then.”

She hung up and picked up a bag from the pile of clothes in her closet. She filled it with her phone, her wallet and her keys. She looked around her room. It looked like a hurricane had just passed through her room. She shrugged. “Future me’s problem.”

She went out of her room to see her brother seating on the couch, watching tv, a beer bottle in his hand already. She placed herself between him and the tv. He raised his eyebrows. “Do you mind?”

She ripped the bottle from his hand. “Isn’t it a little early for this?”

He got up and took the bottle back. “It’s happy hour somewhere.” He sat back down. “Move. You’re blocking the tv.” She huffed and moved to leave. “Wait.” She turned to him, arms crossed. “Where are you going?”

She dropped her arms. “Just studying with a friend.”

He laughed. “You have a friend?”

Thanks, she thought. “Yes, I made a friend. He’s in my Victorian Literature class.”

Nate sat up straighter. “He? You made a guy friend?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

He shrugged. “I just don’t believe in men and women friendships. Guys should have male friends and girls should have female friends. They shouldn’t mix.”

Tessa scoffed. “I’m sorry, what century do you live in?”

He shook his head. “Complain all you want. Bottom line is: if a guy says he wants to be friends with you, it’s just a line to get you to sleep with them.”

She crossed her arms. “You know what? Why don’t we talk about this when you actually wake up and check the year you live in?” She opened the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“I want you home by eleven!” She heard him yell as she shut the door. She rolled her eyes. He neglects her for eight months, but she makes a male friend and suddenly he’s all responsible. Ridiculous.

She came outside whispering curses to her brother until she bumped into something hard. She looked up and amused blue eyes were staring at her. “Hi!” Will smiled.

“Hey.” She smiled.

He looked down. “Are you gonna let go of me or?” He laughed.

She looked down. She had her arms around him. She let go and took a few steps back, her cheeks pinking up. “Sorry.”

He tilted his head. “Are you ok?”

She nodded. “Yeah, just...” She rolled her eyes. “Brothers. They can be really annoying when they want to.”

He laughed. “I know what you mean.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You have a brother?”

He looked down and smiled. “In a way, yes.” He gave her his arm to take. “How about I tell you about him at dinner?”

She took his arm. “Where are we going to dinner by the way?”

“You’re gonna love it. Le Roi Burger.”

She shook her head. “I’ve never heard of it. Is it good?”

“It’s worldwide fantastic.” He smiled.

The nervousness she had felt the entire day went away the moment she looked into his eyes. She felt good when she was with him. She didn’t want this feeling to ever go away. She held on a little tightly, and let herself get absorbed by his voice and the feeling of him next to her.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 5

And here’s the next part! An important one in many aspects.

TW : there are mentionning of rape

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Sunday March 31

So the old fart had been informed. The junior's phone started to ring at 7 am. At first, he decided to ignore it. Maybe the old codger would let it go. This is only false hope but whatever. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey dissembled he didn't know where is phone was. But he needed it to answer the baboon's texts. They were planning a date for this afternoon before he started to work. He wanked off in order to ignore the ring bell, but it didn't work. Of course, he could've put his phone on silent, but it won't change the matter. The old fart was going to call him the whole day until he answered. Even the whole week if he needed to. He's a pain in my ass. Eventually, the junior gave up and picked up the phone.

"At least you deign to answer gummy bunny." mumbled his father without even a hello. "I think we've something fuckin' important to talk about."

The lad sighed. He had hoped this silly conversation would never happen.

"There are thousands of idiotic students in your lame university who can be fucked. I'm sure you could've find a pathetic boyfriend in the whole town easily. And yet, you decided to date the one and only damned Strucker around ?! Are you fuckin' kidding me kid ?"

"Don't be disrespectful old fart." retorted Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "Your insolence annoys me."

"Oh don't be like that you brat ! Seriously a Strucker ?! The filthy descendants of Isaac should rot in hell you know that !"

Well, a few months ago, the junior had been thinking the same. Isaac Strucker was an asshole, who betrayed their family's trust to earn money. Business men like him were the worst. However, the baboon had made himself a big place in Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's life. He's more important to me than I would admit. It was a weird feeling, something like a disease. Honestly, for such a good hunter, it was beyond understanding. The blond couldn't explain it but... I just feel nice with him. Like if it was... right to be with him. He had never experienced such a thing before, and yes, he was curious. I want to see where this relationship is going. So the family's hate towards the Strucker couldn't get in the way.

"Look dad." he mumbled. "The fact is, Liam and his siblings don't want anything to do with their father. They've been raised by their mother, who is actually involved in legals proceedings with Isaac. So they ain't our foes."

A long and strange blank followed. The student perceived muffled noises and guessed his old man was talking with the old hag. He distincly heard her scream however. What the hell ? She continued to yell, completely over enthusiatic. It didn't last long before he also heard his sister laugh. What the fuck ? What is all this commotion about ?

"I can't believe it..." whined his father. "You called me dad ! You were 5 when you decided old fart suited me better ! I can't believe it !"

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey felt both embarrassed and very annoyed. What the hell was wrong with this family ? They were nuts. Less than the baboon, but even so.

"So it's must be very important for you gummy bunny." continued Robert Smith. "You are very serious about this relationship, aren't you ?"

"Yeah, I guess so..."

This whole talk was very awkward.

"I'm ready to give him a chance." decided the old fart. "I want to meet him and see for myself."

"Meet him ? When ?"

"Soon."

When he arrived to the baboon's place this afternoon, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was quite pissed. Not only his father planned to come here soon, but he had also heard from D.R. As the head of their community, she strongly disapproved the bounty. She said the culprit would be found and punished, aswell as anyone who actually earnt money from the hunt. But in reality, she couldn't do much. As long as she didn't know who the asshole was, she couldn't arrest him. As for the hunters, as long as they were hunting without acquiring profit, they were authorized to do so. In other words, these bitches were allowed to hunt the baboon for now. They are only forbidden to claim the bounty, but that won't stop them. They can take it and never tell anyone. Anyway, the couple found a private area and sat together. Almost thoughtlessly, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey sat on the baboon's lap, and started to feed him his recently cooked pastries. While doing that, he began to complain about this and that.

"I mean, my father isn't a bad person." he was explaining. "But he can be annoying. I want us to take the time, and he's going too fast... like my mother... he wants to meet you already. I can't believe what I'm saying baboon. Do you imagine ? Me, I want to take my time ? That's the biggest joke !"

On the spur of the moment, he also commenced to punch (gently) his boyfriend's belly. This one was listening and eating at the same time, only nodding from time to time. The food seemed to please him, which made the blond feed him faster.

"All that shit is new to me you know ?" continued Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "Of course, I've already been in a relationship but not... not this kind. I'm sentimentally involved here you know ? This is your fault, with your cute eyes and all. I'm... like a teenager again. Everything you do is cute to me and this is ridiculous. And you know what ? I think I suck at being a good boyfriend. My family is already bothering you and all, pff. Not to mention the bastards who are... nevermind, I shouldn't say that."

It continued for a while. The junior complained, fed and punched his boyfriend all at the same time. Eventually, the baboon stopped the punching hand and smiled timidely.

"Babe... urrp.... Sorry ! Can you stop hitting me ?" he asked. "It's kind of.. burrp. Sorry again... It hurts now that I am getting full."

"Today is my whining day, you don't have the right to lament too !" mumbled Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, but he stopped even so. "Just eat that and listen to me."

He shoved a delicious chocolate brownie in his baboon's mouth.

"Where was I ? Oh right, and so my sister's husband is..."

He blathered during at least half an hour before Liam's taunt belly pushed him off his lap. The chestnut boy had grown like a balloon. His belly had swollen to the size of a watermelon. When Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey gave him some space, Liam groaned. His hands quickly rubbed his distended middle section. He belched loudly.

"That was... uuurrp... good..." he moaned. "You can... urf... continue.... I'm.... uuurp okay...."

He didn't look okay. Wait... I fed him the three bags ? Two were supposed to be for his friends and him during the week ! Oh crap. Why this dummy hadn't stop him ?! Softly, the junior put his hands on the baboon's side. This one grunted. His belly made discomforted noises. Kindly, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey started to rub this complaining tummy. Of course you've a stomach ache if you ate that much ! Idiot.

"Dami... burrrp... Just so you... urrp know... I'm very bottom when I'm.... overstuffed uuurp."

Among everything he could've said, why on earth did he decide to say this ?! The blond lad glanced at the baboon's crotch. He had a significant boner. Oh my god... I already saw him in speedo but they were right when they said he was well-endowed !

"We won't do that on this bench in the middle of a park." he whispered, honestly short of breath because he was thrilled by the idea.

"Oh no... buurp. I'm not... uuurp ready for that... But you seemed like... you could've used a little... buuurp... distraction from... burrp... your problems. Now you'll... uuurrp... be thinking about... burp me."

Oh the little pervert.

Liam Tuesday April 2

The freshman was showering after an intense training. He had many things on his mind. His relationship with Dami was improving for the better. He could feel some... sexual tension now. At the same time, Nate continued to worry him. His general condition recovered but there were still moments when he was suffering. About his family's case, things were yet to change. For now, nothing happened and he didn't have any idea how to help his mother. And Liam was also preoccupied by the unicorns endless war against the witch. Everyday, this pawn of the forces of evil tried to murder him. She was everywhere, following him like a plague. He felt safe only when Dami was around.

"Dat ass..." mumured an high-pitched tone.

Liam turned and faced a girl. In the men showers. Well, he wasn't judgmental : maybe this person identified as a male. He was about to go back to his business when they came suddenly closer.

"I guess I got the wrong shower !" they chortled. "I'm Miranda by the way."

So she was a girl or not ? What is she doing ? He stepped backwards when she tried to touch him. She had only a towel to cover her bare body. What was she thinking exactly ?!

"You're hot." she continued. "Don't tell me you ain't a little tempted ?"

Tempted by what ? She doesn't have food... (Liam isn't a complete idiot, but... yeah he was off track). She came closer and dropped her towel.

"Ooops my bad." she chuckled.

Liam quickly turned his head and grabbed the towel.

"There." he said. "You should go back to your shower before someone else see you."

The girl smirked. She looked right at his crotch. Wait a second. WAIT. Only now he realised he was also naked. Oh man this is very embarrassing. As fast as possible, he hurtled to the lockers and wrapped himself in his towel.

"I'm sorry." he stammered. "It must have been very awkward !"

She frowned.

"Okay I think we're not on the same page here." she mumbled. "I offer you my body. Come and take it please ?"

Your body ? Was she a fanatic who was ready to sacrifice herself ?! Did she want him to summon a demon ?!

"I'm sorry." he repeated. "I don't think killing you to protect myself is alright. No, I'm pretty sure it's not."

She gawked, astonished. She looks very disappointed. But he couldn't sacrifice few to save the many. The chestnut lad dressed up hurriedly.

"Again, sorry. Thank you for volunteering though."

And he left her.

He headed back to his apartment, where Dami was waiting for him. It was kind of a quiet place for them since Nick and Nate were perfectly aware of their relationship. So it wasn't very surprising when the junior lay down on the couch and put his head on Liam's lap. He leaned on his soft belly while texting to someone. He's often on the phone but he doesn't know how to use it. Nick was slumped on the floor, using a lot of cushions to be comfortable. He was focusing on his game anyway. As for Liam, he was peacefully munching on Dami's most recent cooking : oatmeal raisin cookies. He's very good at cooking but his desserts are the best of the best. Behind them, Colton was in the kitchen, busy with his homework. Their friend and Nick were apparently growing closer since the first was giving swimming lesson to the second. So seeing them all here, Liam thought they could be happy. But of course, it didn't last long. The forces of evil were always right here, hidden in the darkest places. Nate bursted like an hurricane and rushed to their shared bedroom in a split second. Dami stood up straight.

"What the hell was that ?"

They heard muffled noises which looked like sobbings. Liam quickly joined his bestfriend, only to find him huddled up under his blanket. His eyes were red and full of fear. He was shaking and crying his eyes out. The chestnut lad was instantly at his side, a reassuring arm around his shoulders.

"Hey Nate, I'm here..." he whispered. "I'm here..."

The shortest boy curled up even more. He seemed so scared, so frail.

"You're safe..." Liam insisted. "I'm right here with you okay ?"

The others stayed at the entrance, but they were all worried aswell. Even Dami looked genuinely concerned. It took a while before Nate managed to speak.

"Can you... can you call Archie please ?" he asked. "I... I need him ?"

Liam nodded and glanced at his boyfriend. This one took his phone and moved away to call. In the mean time, Nick brought tissues, some cookies and water for their crying friend.

"I was on my way when they bumped into me..." sobbed Nate. "I know it was only a bunch of drunk girls... I know it... They were probably only trying to chat me up..."

He whimpered. He nestled to his bestfriend, deeply afraid.

"I don't want them to do it again... Don't let them do it again please..." he begged.

The room felt silent. Liam didn't know what to say, but he stayed there, hugging his soulmate as best possible. A tear fell on his cheek. Why him ? Why did it happen to him ?

Nicolas Tuesday April 2 – Wednesday April 3

It was almost almost 10 pm when Archibald showed up. He went straight to Nate and asked for privacy. Nick frowned, a bit annoyed to be useless, but when he noticed Liam's face, he just obeyed. They knew eachother for approximately eight months now and he had never seen this expression. His roommate was like... so angry and sad at the same time that his face couldn't chose one emotion. They gathered in the living room, where Liam sat in silent. I don't know what to say. Or what to do...

"Did you know since the beginning ?" asked suddenly the chestnut lad to Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey.

This one sighed.

"Not exactly. I had my doubts, but he never shared with me what really happened. And he asked me to not tell any of you. That was his story to tell."

For a dreadful moment, only silent followed. Liam was a slow thinker, so he was probably realising slowly all the implications. Nick clenched his fist. What was the proper way to react ? What am I supposed to do with this knowledge ?!

"Can you say it ?" asked Liam. "What happened to him ? Or else I won't be sure..."

"I don't know the specifics..." mumbled his boyfriend. "But I think you got it right. Nate has been raped."

It didn't take long before Liam blew a fuse. First, he stood up and hit the lamp next to him. It fell on the floor and broke, but he didn't notice it. Nick immediately grabbed his console and games. His friend punched the wall. His breath was short, his body shaking. He took his head in his hand and howled like a wild beast. I feel you... The raven-haired lad glanced at Colton and Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. Oh wait... that's new. Slowly, he approached Liam.

"Bud'... I know this must be very hard for you but please... you have to calm down." he whispered.

His friend glared at him with crazy eyes. If Nick didn't knew him, he would have run for his life.

"Liam... here just look there." he said while pointed towards Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey.

It worked pretty fast. The chestnut lad's breath simmered down. Well, it must be said, they had never saw such a face from his boyfriend. The Dean's grandson was sincerely feeling guilty. It something they weren't used to.

"I... this is not your fault Dami." stated Liam. "I just... I don't know what to do... I'm... I'm just lost."

Nick sighed. We all are.

"Shall we call the police ?" asked Colton.

"It won't help." suddenly intervened Archibald. "Okay guys, I think we need to talk."

The quaterback explained Nate had fallen asleep. According to him, it was a sort of panic attack triggered by some random girls which reminded the dramatic event to the poor lad.

"You must keep in mind this is normal." he assured. "Anyone who experienced a rape will have memories of it haunting them for a very long time, even forever."

They were all sat around Archibald and listening in silent. Nick heard his computer ring from a notification. His virtual friends were waiting, but it didn't matter. Not tonight.

"I don't intend to lie." he continued. "Nate needs to be seen. His body had been stolen from him but he has been also mentally affected of course. It won't heal easily, and maybe never completely. The Nate you knew will never come back. But it doesn't mean he can't overcome it. There are many ways to help, and most of them are very simple."

It picked Liam and Nick's interest. I think we're feeling the same thing. Clueless and useless. The raven-haired lad was already hating himself for not having noticed sooner. He couldn't imagine how his roommate was dealing with this feeling.

"First of all, Nate needs a safe environment while he works on himself and his newly acquired insecurities. Until now, you have been providing this place for him, and it worked very well. However, I advise you to never let him go somewhere alone, especially when it's dark. But in the same time, do not confine him in here. It's important he doesn't feel trapped."

They nodded. This is only logical I guess...

"I will say the obvious, but Nate needs you." carried on Archibald. "Thanks to your presence, he's constantly reminded there are people who actually care about him as an human being. This is why despite what happened tonight, you must act as normally as you always do. Being there to comfort him when he's feeling bad is only one aspect of the work you've to do. The more you show him a normal life with happiness, the better. Liam, this is were you part is very important."

"What do you mean ?" asked the chestnut lad.

"Well, he told me how much you're important for him. He's definitely trusting you more than anyone else. That's why he didn't want you to know : he doesn't want you to see him differently than before. I know it can be hard, but you've to carry on with your actual life. Go on dates with your boyfriend, enjoy your meals, talk about unicorns and stuff... Show him you want him in this life. If you're constantly looking after him, you'll only made him feel even guiltier."

"I think I understand... but I don't know if I'll be able to do it now that I know the truth..." Liam confessed.

"You'll." assured Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "If it's for his sake, you'll."

"Okay, I think this is it." concluded Archibald. "Oh... about the culprits... It is better if you don't think about them at all. Let me be clear, Nate knows his rapists, but there is no point in asking him, you'll only made him recall this night. Besides, collecting evidences is very hard in this kind of case... Nate will talk to the police only once he's ready to do so. Don't push him, okay ?"

They all agreed. He did say rapists... So several people... This was so... so disturbing. Something else tormented Nick. He decided to ask whatever might be the answer.

"How come you're so well informed about this stuff ?" he wondered.

Archibald looked at him. The others were also interested.

"We shouldn't talk about that." intervened the Dean's grandson. "It is private and not something you want to hear, trust me. All I'll say is : Archie has way more experience than anyone here, me included. So it's better to listen to him."

The answer is obvious tho... Nick nodded.

"It's past midnight. You should all go to sleep." claimed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "Archie, a word outside."

To be continued

Well, a bit of everything.

Some development for our favorite couple. A crazy family part 2. And a sad story... Nate needs all the help and all the love!! 

[thecorteztwins]

More Alt-Marauders time! This time it’s Pyro and Claudine in “Left Untold”, Madelyne and Shinobi in “Motherly Instinct” and then a couple of untitled Haven and Sebastian snippets that didn’t evolve into full things. I hope you enjoy!

LEFT UNTOLD “Man, family drama, eh?” Pyro said, stepping into the kitchen where Claudine was fixing a drink. There was...a lot going on, at the moment. Shaw and his son. Haven and her brother. Madelyne and her....er, was the teenage Cable the same Cable that was her son? Pyro wasn’t clear and he wasn’t getting close enough to that mess to find out. “Mm,” Claudine replied, eyes not leaving the bottle she was pouring from. “Glad I don’t have one,” Pyro added. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to tell you whether I do or not?” “Well, it’d make conversation. But uh, not DYING to know either.” It was true, Pyro was not usually into that kind of thing, getting close with folks needlessly. But lately, he wasn’t opposed to it either, if only because everyone here seemed to have a real interesting story. If he had to listen to somebody’s personal tragedy, it should at least be intriguing and unique, and this crew had that in SPADES. “Suppose I’m just a little curious about you, since I know a bit about everyone else now,” he admitted. She looked at him now, glass in hand, smiling in that damnable Cheshire Cat way she had that he was SURE she did deliberately for the purpose of driving other people nuts, “Does it worry you? Not knowing? Or are you curious for another reason?” “I’m a writer, love---a journalist, once,” he put his hands on his body waist and stuck out his slim chest a bit,  “I follow leads, follow stories, figure things out. Just instinct. If I feel like there’s a story...I want to know it. And you got one, I’m sure---from before that old ghost got his hooks in you. But you ain’t all THAT important to me either, so don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t digging, just asking.” Claudine smirked a bit, “Yes, I do have a story. I have a “me” from before Sinister. But I like having it to myself. I don’t have much to myself anymore, you know.” “Yeah---I understand that. “ He did. He understood all to deeply wanting to keep some kind of control, when things were out of your control, your body turned against you into the weapon killing you, yeah, he understood that. He understood it painfully well. “Well, it’s getting so I could choke on the tension in there, what say you and I go out and not talk about ourselves at all?” “Sounds like a time, St. John,” she put down the drink, “I’ll put on my dancing shoes.” They went out to Bangok that night, and then a few hip Eastern European clubs, and they didn’t talk a word about themselves all night. *** MOTHERLY INSTINCT “I can’t believe this,” Shinobi was near panicking, “Of all the times not to have Haven on board!” “Excuse me?” Madelyne turned a look of irritation towards Shinobi, and then picked up one of the infants. There was at least a dozen, all visibly mutation. This one was a lovely sea-green color with upward-curving little horns. Madelyne held it perfectly. “She’s not the only one with motherly instincts around here, you know.” Shinobi, in fact, did not know. He was completely surprised by this information. Madelyne didn’t have mom vibes, not even MILF vibes---well, hot step-MILF, maybe---she wore a black leather keyhole top and stiletto heels and she was totally kickass and he LOVED that! But she wasn’t all...nice. She wasn’t mean, until she got tired with his attempts at flirtation, but she was...well she was the most normal person on here, he supposed, her and Pyro. But a mom? That did work out well for him though, because... “Oh, uh, well, you’ve got it well in hand then,” he said, and started to leave, only to have Madelyne telekinetically pull him back by the velvet color of his sparkly satin purple blazer. “Not so fast, pal,” she said sternly, “There’s a LOT of kids here, and even telekinesis won’t let me watch them all at once.” She could use her telepathy to put them all to sleep, but she damn well WASN’T going to do that. It seemed to be common for telepaths to have issues around consent, for even the best and most benevolent of them to use their powers in ethically dubious ways at times, but in Madelyne’s case, one could understand why agency, even for infants, would be something she’d be defensive of, to say the least. “But I don’t know anything about them!” Shinobi whimpered. He couldn’t take care of babies, HE WAS BABY! Madelyne was unmoved, “Well you’re gonna learn!” A few hours later, they were seated on the floor crosslegged, each one bottle-feeding one of the little shit machines. Shinobi was still kind of weirded out by the whole thing but, after many disasters, had been deemed by Maddie to be ‘doing alright’ at last. “So uh, how’d you learn all this, huh?” Shinobi asked “You used to baby sit?” He could SO see her as a hot babysitter. Seducing the dad...or the mom...oh man... “I had a son,” she said flatly, in a hostile tone that got through to even Shinobi that she didn’t want to talk about it. “Oh,” Shinobi said, and assumed the kid must have died. Then, in the true fashion of the idiot that he was, asked   “With Cyclops or my dad?” “Cyclops!” Madelyne exclaimed, in shock at very idea of other suggestion, so much so distracted her from even being mad that he’d pried, “God, Shinobi, I wouldn’t----look there are some things your father is good for but that is NOT one of them!” Shinobi laughed, “Ha! You think he’s sterile? Oh boy did he pull the wool over your---” “No! I mean---being a father---or a mother---isn’t just about getting someone pregnant, you know.” That made her think though...that really was all the “mother” she’d been to Nathan. She’d only gotten to actually care for him for less than a year before...before he was taken. Before she died. Before she tried to...to kill him. And he was left to be raised by the man who had walked out on him, and the witch he had walked out for. She’d reunited with him years later, when he was older than she was, she had cast Sebastian aside to help him...ad he’d rejected her. He’d known what she did, he’d thrown it in her face. She couldn’t blame him---how could he know the full story, that it was out of her control? All he would have heard from his “parents” was that she was the evil witch, the babykiller, the Goblyn Queen, not his real mother, not really. And when she’d run into Nate Grey, drawn to him without knowing why, the version of Nathan from another world, it turned out he’d just wanted Jean too, that wanting Jean in this world was why he’d brought Maddie back from the dead, to be HIS Jean. Everyone always thought that Scott’s rejection was all that mattered to Madelyne, that she was just the Crazy Evil Ex, that she was only bitter over that, over him. No one ever considered how much more it hurt her to have her SON push her away. For god’s sakes Scott’s ship had sailed, but her CHILD...and she’d heard he was a teenager again, on Krakoa? He’d been a grizzled old man when she met him, all the years they should have had together taken away by time travel...could she maybe, now...no, they’d never let her. But that was fine. No one “let” Madelyne Pryor do things. She just DID them. Made her own path. Always had, til she’d found it had already been laid out for her from the start. And still, she’d forked the road---Sinister sure hadn’t planned on Inferno! “So uh, you know all the stuff then,” Shinobi said, snapping her out of it, “Yyou should definitely change the diapers, then.” She realized he was holding out the baby he had been feeding. Holding it VERY far from his body. “Cuz you know how to best. Wouldn’t want them to have a crappy diaper change. I mean that’s why you’re changing it!” Ugh. “Fine,” she said, “Give him here.” She didn’t trust Shinobi not to botch a diaper change anyway. She passed the baby in her arms to him, then got to work with this one, much to Shinobi’s disgust. “That’s kind of cool though, that you were a mom,” he said, once she’d finished up. She looked at him, wondered for a moment if-- “It makes you a total MILF, literally.” Nevermind. *** SMALL HAVEN/SHAW SCENES THAT NEVER EVOLVED INTO FULL FICLETS “I’m telling you, I can’t,” Haven said plaintively. It was a firm statement of fact, and a pained one. Not emotionally pained as was her whiny usual, but physically. And for good reason---her entire right foot was crushed, the bones shattered inside it by the rocks of the terrain they were trapped upon for the moment. But that was really no excuse for giving up and slowing him down, and Sebastian Shaw was not about to let her make it one. “And I am telling you,” he said, looking down at her contemptuously, his tone and expression completely devoid of any sympathy, “That you have to. We must reach the portal. Once there, we can get you a healer. Whinge all you want, woman, but get up!” “Let me lean on you, Mr. Shaw, if you will. I cannot walk on my own, but I may limp that way.” Sebastian furrowed his brows, and crouched down so that he was on eye to eye level with her. Then, with one hand, he struck her across the face in irritation, and then, with the opposite arm, immediately scooped her up and hauled her over one shoulder. It would be much quicker this way than a limping pace.“I want you to know, I would dearly like to leave you, Ms. Dastoor,” he growled, “But I expect Charles would count that in violation of the rules he set regarding your preservation.” *** Neither Madelyne nor Claudine had been able to reverse the bodyswap, so for the time being it looked as though Haven and Shaw had to live in each other, rather than simply with each other. It irritated Sebastian tremendously. It unnerved Haven. “I shall endeavor not to take your clothes off, but understand that this might not be feasible depending how long we’re stuck like this,” he grumped from her mouth, “I already had to use the washroom once. It was an...experience.” “I did as well,” Haven said, from his face. The new gentleness behind its eyes was terrifying to look at for anyone who was familiar with him; Shinobi couldn’t be in the same room with her like this. “Did you look?” Sebastian smirked, an expression her mouth had likely never made before. “Certainly not! I assure you, I am granting you the same privacy that---” “Go ahead next time. There’s a full-length mirror in my bedroom. Take it all in. I expect you’ll see some things you never have before. It would explain a lot about you, Ms. Dastoor.”

[lovevalley45]

#fictober19 day 17

“There is just something about her.”

legends of tomorrow, 180 words

Nate gazed at Behrad’s sister as the two of them argued. “There’s just something about her. She’s so-“

“Frightening?” Ray finished. To be fair, she was in a spat with her brother that seemed like it would quickly be turning to violence if Sara wasn’t stepping in. 

“No, I was going to say familiar,” he said.

The woman was indeed familiar, and not just because of those wonderful Tarazi genetics. No, she was like someone he’d seen in his dreams - which sounded so fucking cliche. 

But there was something about her big brown when she turned to look at them, the way they seemed to soften a little when she saw him. 

“Do I know you?” she asked, still sounding a little pissed as she crossed her arms. 

“Only in your dreams,” Nate answered, grinning. 

With that, Zari rolled her eyes. “Nevermind, I’d never hook up with someone so cheesy.”

He balked as she walked away. Or maybe she was just hot and mean. “Okay, then,” he says. “Maybe that was too bold.”

Ray patted his shoulder. “Just a little.”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: Puppy On Board (3/?) - Ao3 link

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart (currently gen)

Summary: In which life is Big, and Tough, and Extremely Frustrating - but mostly because Len is currently a goddamn puppy.

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On one hand (paw?), Len is pathetically grateful to be back with Mick once more. Just seeing his partner again, when he'd just about lost all hope, is everything he could've wanted and more.

On the other, though, does Mick really need to sleep for so long?

Clearly not.

It's unhealthy, that's what it is.

Len's doing Mick a favor when he sticks his nose into Mick's ear and slobbers on him till he wakes up.

Really.

No matter what Mick might be saying – or, more accurately, cursing.

"You want more to eat, huh?" Mick finally asks, rubbing his face.

Len totally woke Mick up out of concern for his health - but if more food is on the offer, well, you know, he’s not going to refuse...

He's a growing puppy, damnit.

"Food every two hours is apparently normal at your age," Mick said sleepily, heading to the kitchenette corner in his room. "So, I guess it ain't your fault."

Hmph. As if Len would be motivated by something so base as biology.

(Oh, but that milk is good. Hits the spot just right. God, he was so hungry.)

A satisfactory feeding later, Mick puts Len down on the ground and opens the door. "C'mon," he grunts, tossing on a robe - clearly a Legends-imposed requirement, because Mick still sleeps proudly nude as always. "I'd better get you out of here before you decide to piss."

Actually, on that subject, Len's pretty sure he saw - ah, good, there it is.

Mick's still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, which is probably why it takes him a second to catch up to what Len is doing, and on what.

"Wait, no, puppy, that's Sara's - welp, nevermind, that's a lost cause right there." Mick sighs. "I'll tell Sara she needs to get a new pack before the next mission. And maybe clean this one. She'd better not try to make me clean it, when she shouldn’t have left it hanging around where a puppy in search of revenge could get to it..."

Len gives his best "I'm an innocent puppy, really" grin.

Mick gives him a beady-eyed glare. "Don't think I'm not onto you."

Len's smile fades for a moment, then comes back at twice the strength. Mick's figured it out? Already? Thank God! Maybe they can skip ahead to figuring out a good way for Len to communicate, or maybe even to turning him back into a human so that -

"You're trouble, that's what you are," Mick announces.

...oh.

Len whines and slumps down, a process that involves just giving up on this whole standing business and splaying out on all fours like the weight of the world has come crashing down on his puppy shoulders.

"Hey, I didn't mean that," Mick said, crouching down. "It's okay, you're a good boy deep down - yes, that's right, a good boy -"

Len is not a good boy.

Len isn't even a good puppy.

And he likes it that way, damnit! He's a bad, bad man! He’s a supervillain and proud of it, except that right now he's a goddamn puppy.

Near-newborn puppies are not, despite Len’s best efforts, very intimidating.

"C'mon, back to bed."

Fine. But only for a bit, and then Len's waking Mick up again out of sheer spite!

...and possibly hunger.

"Don't know what your mom was thinking letting you wander off this young," Mick comments.

Len nips at one of his fingers, aiming to get him with one of the few milk teeth that have fully grown in so that it will sting.

Don't talk about my mom like that. Not even you, Mick.

Mick chuckles and pets his head and yawns a bit, heading back to his room, his eyes already heavy.

Len huffs, then frowns, picking up a strange scent.

He cranes his neck as far out as he can, just barely able to see around Mick.

It's the new guy - Nate.

He's not doing anything, just standing there, staring blankly down the hallway. He doesn't move or say hi or anything - Mick clearly missed his presence there entirely, and Len would have, too, if his new sense of smell wasn't so strong.

Len yips a tentative greeting, giving a vague wag of the tail, but there's no response and anyway Mick is taking Len away at speed, so there's no time to investigate.

Weird.

Whatever, Nate's sleepwalking issue isn't Len's business.

A few hours later, the Legends all gather in the med bay, which seems to Len like a weird-ass place to meet given the existing presence of a bridge designed specifically for that purpose, but their intention quickly becomes clear.

"Surely the temporal energy doesn't keep you from doing a scan at all, right, Gideon?" Zari asks.

"I can do a surface scan," she says. "And determine health, albeit superficially. For some reason, my DNA scanners can't seem to make head or tails of him."

Head or tails. Heh. Because he has a tail now.

Len finds that said tail wagging in approval entirely without his consent.

He’s going to really enjoy the dog puns.

"Well, what's your verdict, then?" Sara asks.

"He's a very healthy male puppy, with no serious diseases or other issues that I can determine. Comparing his appearance to other images I have, I would estimate an age somewhere a little over two weeks old, though I'm unsure how much older given the temporal issue."

"What breed is he?" Nate asks, giving his fingers for a lick.

Len is tempted - so many interesting smells! - but he pointedly turns his back on Nate to give Zari's fingers some attention. He's pretty sure Nate was on the pro-castration side of things, even if he didn't speak up, and anyway it makes Zari laugh in delight and Nate mutter under his breath about favoritism and it's not even Amaya...!

So, you know, there.

"He appears to be a mix of breeds," Gideon announces.

"So, a mutt," Sara says. "He fits right in already."

"But what breeds?" Nate asks. "That could impact his behavior and needs and - stuff."

"Stuff," Amaya says, amused.

"Hey, I know something about dogs. Not much, I admit, but..."

"I believe there is a significant proportion of husky," Gideon says. "Thereby accounting for the coloration, general form, and blue eyes - though those might be a puppy feature that darken as he gets older."

"Those ears aren't even slightly husky," Amaya objects.

"That's correct - some sort of spaniel, I would estimate, given the size of his ears and - ah - their proportion to his body -"

Len'll grow into them.

"He'll grow into 'em," Mick says.

Len loves Mick. Wise man.

"Hold up," Sara says, eyeing the ears. "How big is he going to get? We don't have enough space for a full-on herding dog here -"

"Huskies are working dogs, not herding dogs, I think," Ray says helpfully from where he's lurking by the door. "And Mick can take him on walks around the ship, or outside once we land."

"If we take him outside, he'll get lost," Zari objects, reaching out to rub Len under the chin.

"He can barely walk or regulate his own temperature right now," Mick grunts. "Doesn't exactly seem like an urgent issue."

"Barely walking or not, he still made his way onto the Waverider," Sara reminds him.

"Should we chip him?" Nate asks.

Len sniffs. Nate's the one who ought to be chipped, what with that sleepwalking habit.

"Not at this age," Amaya says firmly.

"Perhaps a small collar could be fashioned," Gideon suggests. "And the tracking chip placed under the nameplate."

Len sighs noisily. It's not like he hadn't been expecting to be collared eventually, given his shape.

Luckily he didn't have any bad associations with collaring, unless you count a certain period of never-to-be-spoken-of-again bad fashion choices back in the 90s...

The Legends, however, met Gideon's announcement with an almost stunned silence.

"Oh, man," Nate says, breaking it after a moment, "his name. Mick, have you named him yet, or can we help?"

"Well..." Mick said cautiously.

"No, no, please, let us help!"

"I still get veto power," Mick warns.

What about Len? Len should get veto power.

Personally, he's quite fond of "Boss" as an acceptable dog-like name -

"How about Spot?"

For shame, Nate. He doesn't even have spots! Coloration markings, yes, but not spots.

"No, no, Nate, not Spot," Ray says. "He doesn't have spots."

At least Mr. Castration-Is-Good-For-Dogs has some decent opinions.

"He's more black-and-white," Ray continues. "How about Oreo? Or Newsie, short for newspaper?"

Ugh. Positive statement retracted.

"No," Mick says. "Just - no."

"How about Joe?" Amaya suggests. "Or - Carl, maybe? Oh, I know! Rex!"

Len puts his head down and covers his head with his paws, whining pathetically.

"I think even the puppy thinks that's a no go," Sara says, snickering. "Sorry, Amaya."

"It's okay," Amaya says. "He's cute enough; I'll forgive him anything."

Len's traitorous tail gives a wag at that.

"How about something more thematic?" Zari suggests.

"Thematic?" Mick asks, sounding skeptical.

Len's not sure why; he loves things with a theme. If he has to be Heatwave's dog, then he might as well get named something appropriate. Flame or Explosion or Heatpup something -

No.

Hot Dog.

He can just see it now in a newscaster voice: “Here comes Heatwave, famed supervillain, and his trusted sidekick, Hot Dog…!”

Len sniggers, though it mostly comes off as a dry sort of huffing.

...he'd better stop that before they decide to name after Muttley or something.

(He’s far more of a Dick Dasterdly!)

“I’ve got an idea,” Zari says.

"Oh?" Sara asks. “What were you thinking?”

"Well, Mick is going to be the primary owner, right?" Zari says with a shrug. "We could match the dog to the owner."

C'mon, make the Hot Dog joke! Do it! It's right there!

"Something heat related, you mean?" Sara asks. "To match 'Heatwave'?"

"No, that's too obvious," Zari says. "I was thinking more of a contrast - Snowflake, or Snowy -"

"Oooh, Frosty!" Nate exclaims. “Cold Miser!”

"Or you could do the exact opposite of Mick's," Amaya says, "and call him 'Coldwave' -"

"No," Mick says flatly. "Nothing with Cold."

Len had been pretty much in favor of the names, no matter how dumb - he loves a good cold pun - but Mick's voice...

He's in pain.

Len whines, pulling his head out from under his paws and trying to go to Mick at once. It's his fault Mick is in such pain, his fault, he was the one who abandoned his partner like that and therefore only he can make it right. He might not be able to fix it, he's too small to do that, but he'll go and snuggle him and lick him and nip at his fingers till he feels better -

On his hurried way over to Mick, though, Len trips.

Over his own goddamn ear.

"- sensitive subject," Sara is murmuring when Len goes flying, and then she's not murmuring, she's laughing.

Everyone is laughing.

Even Mick, which is Len's sole consolation. Maybe it wasn't exactly how he was thinking of cheering Mick up, but whatever, it worked.

"Maybe we should call him Floppy," Ray says. "After his big old floppy ears -"

Len rights himself and growls at Ray.

"Awww," Sara coos. "Lil puppy don't like that."

"You named your last pet after a musician, right?" Nate asks. "Guns and Roses? What about something else like that?"

"Oh, I know!" Ray exclaims.

Oh, God, no.

"You could name him Tevye! After Fiddler on the Roof! That's your favorite musical, right?"

...okay, that one's not too bad. At least it respects Len's Judaism.

(Does Len have to be circumcised again now that he’s been reborn? He really hopes not. That was one experience he was very happy to not be aware during.)

"Maybe Fiddler would be easier?" Zari suggests. "Or Fiddlesticks? I like Fiddlesticks."

"I already know what I'm gonna call him," Mick says. "I thought of it last night."

They all look at him, even Len.

He's still hoping for 'Boss'.

"That puppy's name is Trouble."

...yeah, that's fair.

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A/N: I wish to give full credit to everyone's wonderful suggestions in the comments to chapter 2, all of which were great and very fitting, and also extremely helpful for writing this chapter :) hopefully work will go quiet again and I'll be able to write more of this soon!

[blaineandsamevanderson]

Title: The Full Moon Job Ch.2

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf/Leverage

Ship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Sophie Devereaux/Nathan Ford

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Scott McCall/Malia Tate Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt

Rating: PG

Summary:  An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had

Link to fic: AO3

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To he honest, the back of a closed veterinary clinic wasn’t even on Alec’s Top 10 List of Weird Places to Run A Con From.  They didn’t even have to break in (which disappointed Parker) and he could admit his heart lurched when the back door was opened by a somber faced man in a tan sheriff’s uniform.

Nate of course didn’t miss a beat, pulling an obnoxious persona out of thin air.  “You’re not Clancy!” He barked, wagging a finger at the sheriff.  “Where is that no good son of a pickle?  I swear, if he gave me drunk directions again...Cookie!  Cookie, didn’t I say he sounded drunk?”

“Oh yeah!” Sophie continued, soft voice gone nasal and sharp.  “Lemme call him, maybe he’s sobered up by now….”

The sheriff held up a hand to cut her off.  “Very believable, but I know who you are, Mr. Ford.  Come in.”

Huh.

That was not at all expected, but the man wasn’t giving off any of the classic ‘Gonna do some arresting tonight’ vibes.  His hand wasn’t on his gun and though he had clearly pegged Eliot as the most physically threatening he wasn’t posturing.

The next surprise came when they actually entered the animal clinic and found it packed with teenagers - exhausted looking teenagers - and a handful of adults.  Around the room, Alec could see soda cans, pizza boxes and sleeping bags, clear signs that this was being used as a makeshift shelter.

What the hell was happening here?

“Peter,” Nate said, addressing a man of about Eliot’s age with a goatee and lean, handsome features.  “You mentioned something about a self styled fascist flooding your town with guns and trying to murder children.”

“Nate,” the man, Peter, replied.  “I did and there is indeed a genocidal geriatric running around.  Rumors put you running a team of Robin Hoods...I thought there’s be more of you after hearing about San Lorenzo.”

“We’re more than capable as is,” Sophie said with one of her charming, reassuring smiles.

“Spencer.”

The name was spoken by a slim, bearded man in a leather jacket and Alce was shocked to see that Eliot didn’t look annoyed.

“Argent,” Eliot replied, taking a few steps forward and exchanging one of those forearm gripping warrior handshakes with the other man.  “What’s happening that you can’t handle?”

Okay, so Eliot respected this guy.  Which meant the situation was probably even more dire than anticipated.  

Argent sighed.  “My father is organizing Hunters who don’t follow the code in an attempt to wipe out every supernatural being in Beacon Hills.  He’s arming civilians, feeding their fear and innocents have already died.”

“Also there’s an ancient shapeshifter called and Anuk-Ite running around that enhances fear and hate and breeds violence because that’s its idea of a Country Kitchen Buffet,” a pale, dark haired young man added, making Argent grimace and incline his head in agreement.

Before they could continue, Alec held up a finger.  “I’m sorry, Supernatural beings?  Hunters?  Shape shifters?  Are Sam and Dean gonna pop out of the closet next...and that wasn’t a double entendre though Dean and Castile do give me reason to think maybe...Nevermind.”

“That show has a lot of inaccuracies,” a grumpy looking man who could play Superman on a CW show (if he ever was introduced to a razor) muttered.

“Really?  That’s the problem you have with...What the hell?!”

Around the room, eyes began to glow, golds, blue and crimson.

“Look, we don’t really have time to ease you into the whole Werewolves exist thing ns for that I’m sorry,” a young Latino with a kind face and those red eyes said.  His eyes returned to a warm brown as he continued, “We’re real, we’re in danger and we could use your help.”

Parker jabbed a ginger into Eliot’s ribs. “You knew!” She accused, not sounding nearly freaked out enough.

Actually, Nate and Sophie were taking things in stride too and Eliot merely nodded.  “I knew.”

“Right!” Nate said, calling everyone’s attention.  “I’m going to need a full briefing on the situation, also names and abilities as I assume most of you won’t sit on the sidelines while we’re working.”

“Scott McCall, I’m an Alpha,” said the handsome Latino kid.

The pretty redhead spoke next.  “Lydia Martin, Banshee.”

“Stiles Stilinski, human,” said the fast talker and Hardison glanced at the name badge the Sheriff wore.  His kid clearly.

“I’m a werecoyote.  Name’s Malia,” a leggy brunette said from where she was glaring at a burly boy.

“Kira Yukimura.  Kitsune,” the beautiful Japanese girl in Marvel leggings told them.

The rest of the introductions were just as fast.

“Isaac, werewolf.” The tall blond guy beside “Danny Mahealani, human.”

“Liam Dunbar, werewolf.” Small, younger guy in need of s haircut.   Burly was standing near him.  “Theo, chimera.”

“I’m Mason, human, and he’s Corey, a chameleon chimera.”  A young brother holding a book and the nervous looking kid huddled close to him.

Look up rich douchebag in the dictionary and you’d find, “Jackson, werewolf kanima.”

“Ethan, werewolf.” Another Abercrombie looking guy.

Furry Superman was, “Derek, werewolf.”

“Peter Hale,werewolf.” Nate’s acquaintance.

Eliot’s buddy was, “Chris Argent.”

“Melissa McCall.” Clearly Scott’s mom...and also very hot.

“Sheriff Noah Stilinski.” The sheriff.

“Deputy Jordan Parrish, hellhound.” Yet another model looking guy.

What was in the water?

“Okay, I’m Nate, this is Sophie, Eliot, Hardison and Parker.  Let’s go steal us a town’s sanity.”

TBC....

[junker-town]

What the hell is Ray Lewis talking about?

The Hall of Famer linebacker is America’s most confusing motivational speaker.

Ray Lewis deserves all the credit we can give him for his football career. Middle linebacker isn’t a position that lends itself well to sexy stats, but if you need a number to explain to the people at your fantasy draft about Lewis’ bona fides, use this one — the only player in NFL history with at least 30 interceptions and 40 sacks.

The doughy, old gatekeepers who decide which players get into the Pro Football Hall of Fame actually did something right when they decided Lewis was worthy of enshrinement on the first ballot.

The only downside to their decision is that it subjects us to another awkward public display of another thing Lewis is famous for — inspirational speaking.

Rousing locker room speech is really the practice of finding the right cadence and tone. The words don’t have to matter as long as there’s some mix of important terms like “our house, brotherhood, God, momentum,” etc. Lewis’ sideline speeches were apparently very powerful and complete nonsense, as pointed out by Joe Flacco. And yet, somehow Lewis has managed to make a career of speaking his mind.

Here, without further commentary, are my own picks for the most confusing, problematic and uncomfortable things Ray Lewis has ever said.

His Hall of Fame speech

It hasn’t even happened yet, but we got a sneak peek during Thursday’s Hall of Fame game.

Also, it’s going to last at least 45 minutes, AT LEAST.

Here’s what he said when NBC let him filibuster instead of showing Lamar Jackson play:

“This is why I never change, that moment always — and you’ll hear it a little bit tomorrow — but that moment always ends with the honor of God. It always does. So when I throw out my chances, it’s like ‘gah we did that ... we did that.’”

Huh?

Can’t wait ‘til Saturday!

On the subject of momentum

“People don’t really know how huge momentum is. Momentum is huge.”

It really is.

Ray Lewis prevents crime

Lewis has some zany sociological theories:

Ray Lewis said the contagious positive energy surrounding his induction reminds him of his playing days. "When I played, crime went lower in Baltimore," Lewis said. "It’s like, nobody needs to be mad now. It’s like everybody wants to be happy and celebrate."

— Jamison Hensley (@jamisonhensley) August 3, 2018

The NFL also prevents crime

With a player lockout putting the 2011 season in jeopardy, Lewis laid bare the dire consequences, as he foresaw them.

“Do this research if we don’t have a season — watch how much evil, which we call crime, watch how much crime picks up, if you take away our game,” he told ESPN’s Sal Paolantonio.

“There’s nothing else to do Sal.”

Well, there’s baseball ... okay, nevermind.

So much for solidarity

I can’t imagine Lewis’ fellow union members loved the sound of Lewis stumping for owners with that whole crime warning. I’m sure they were absolutely thrilled with what else he had to say about players fighting for a new collective bargaining agreement.

“It’s simple, we really got to remove pride. Seriously. There’s no other reason the issue is going on. That’s why I don’t get into words and all that other stuff, because it takes away from life ... itself.

I know the main reason players didn’t hold out longer was not because of Lewis’ admonishment, but it certainly doesn’t help the cause of his fellow players, especially since most players who pass through the league never get the kind of contracts Lewis signed during his career.

Ray Lewis mashing words together is funny. Being shitty is not funny.

Lewis is confused about Kaepernick

Speaking of shitty, let’s not forget the low point of Lewis’ career as a television talking head (seriously, what a terrible idea that was), which came just last year when he once again went to bat for owners, specifically Ravens owner Steve Bisciotti, criticizing Colin Kaepernick for speaking out against police brutality and racial inequality.

He actually started criticizing Kaepernick in 2016, with Lewis-isms like this:

“I understand what you’re trying to do, but take the flag out of it. [...] I think if Colin really just steps back, because to affect change, if you don’t have a real solution, if you ain’t seen as a true activist to go into these hoods and do these things on a daily basis and not just jump up and protest because you’re sick of this one thing …”

He failed to mention the “real solution” of Kaepernick pledging one million dollars of his own money, not to mention the effort to start a national dialogue over the issue.

He teed off on Kaepernick again last fall, following a nonsensical debate on Fox Sports’ Undisputed. He made Skip Bayless look reasonable! Then, posted an even weirder video on Twitter.

“If you do nothing else, young man, get back on the football field and let your play speak for itself. And what you do off the field, don’t let too many people know, because they gonna judge you anyway, no matter what you do, no matter if it’s good or bad.”

Lewis missed the part where Kaepernick WAS trying to play football again, but teams, including the Ravens, were blackballing him.

And that wasn’t even the end of it. Lewis made himself look like a fool over the whole affair, a grandstanding egotist.

Do not mention deer antlers, even with your hat!

That wasn’t the first time Lewis had beef with Kaepernick. He ago was apparently damaged because of a hat — yes, A Hat! — that Kaepernick wore after Super Bowl XLVII, when Lewis’ Ravens beat the 49ers.

Kaepernick wore a Milwaukee Bucks cap. Lewis reportedly took that to be a slap at him because of the whole flap over the whole deer antler spray Lewis allegedly used to help himself get over a torn triceps.

That incident has always been a touchy subject for Lewis. It’s also a good way to get him to stop talking.

Ray Lewis is here for Odell

Kaepernick wasn’t the only player Lewis counseled via the media. He had some words for Odell Beckham Jr. too.

“Where there’s no God, there’s chaos,” Lewis said on The Herd. “Odell has removed God from his life. This is a kid who grew up under the covenant of who God really is. And everything that he’s doing, he’s crying out for help.”

Uh huh. When asked about reaching out to Beckham, it got even weirder.

“It’s not what he said, it’s the commitment he started to make. So we started to make those phone calls, we started to have conversation. And then I started to see [that] he started to distance himself a little more, a little more, and a little more. And the moment — just listen to me, Colin, I don’t care about religion, I’m talking about a foundation. When your foundation is disturbed, when everything you’re doing is the opposite of what’s got you to this place, then you’re making your own bed hard.”

Okay then!

Conspiracy theories!

“I’m not gonna accuse nobody of nothing -- because I don’t know facts,” Lewis said, according to USA Today’s Nate Davis. “But you’re a zillion-dollar company, and your lights go out? No. No way.”

As with everything, Ray Lewis managed to bring it back to Ray Lewis.

“Now listen, if you grew up like I grew up -- and you grew up in a household like I grew up -- then sometimes your lights might go out, because times get hard. I understand that. But you cannot tell me somebody wasn’t sitting there and when they say, ‘The Ravens (are) about to blow them out. Man, we better do something.’ ... That’s a huge shift in any game, in all seriousness. And as you see how huge it was because it let them right back in the game.”

A Tom Brady hot take for the ages

Brady and the Tuck Rule

“The only reason we know — I’m just being honest — the only reason we know who Tom Brady is, is because of the tuck rule. There’s no such thing as a tuck rule,” said Lewis.

Water polo is apparently for weak fools who need hope.

“But we don’t need no hope. Y’all can keep your hope because we’ve got enough hope over here. We’re packing our bags, and we’re not packing our bags to come play water polo,” Lewis said when asked about playing the Jets in 2010.

Water polo is actually a very difficult sport to play.

“Pissed off for greatness”

“‘Cause if you ain’t pissed off for greatness then that means you’re OK with being mediocre.”

That’s what he told the Stanford men’s basketball team before an NIT tournament game.

That was just the main highlight. He opened up with what I can only assume to be one of his rejected Successories submissions.

“If tomorrow wasn’t promised, what would you give for today?”

Credit for quotes he didn’t even come up with

It says something about your reputation as a motivational speaker when long-standing clinches are wrongly attributed to you.

Lewis did not make up “stand for something, or else you’ll fall for anything” but the Ravens gave him credit for it anyway.

Ray Lewis was against Joe Flacco before he was for him

Lewis is either bad TV or unintentionally really good TV. Either way, questioning Joe Flacco’s passion for the game probably got him a quick phone call from Bisciotti. Lewis backtracked on it pretty fast.

Yes, he brought that back to himself too.

“It was just me being frustrated of watching something that I had control over for so many years, which was men and inspiring them to go on and do things.”

He also said this in a confusing direct appeal to Flacco:

“You’re a man, and you put your pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else. Listen, from a man, you’ll never hear it again. Sorry for ever even calling out your name in the context of making you try to be anything that I am or anything that you’re not.”

Weapons, God, you know, that kind of stuff

After beating the Broncos on their way to the Super Bowl in 2013, cameras got an excited Lewis riffing after the game.

“No weapon formed against me shall prosper, no weapon.” He hugged Peyton Manning, and then launched right back into it.

“No weapon, no weapon, God is amazing.”

I’m sure I’m missing more than a few, so if you have a favorite non-sensical Ray Lewis speechifying moment, drop it in the comments.

[usamotorscycle-blog]

Church Of MO – First Ride: 2003 BMW R1200CL

You know what’s funny? Calvin Kim posits, in his 2003 First Ride review of the BMW R1200CL, that people would end up buying this bike. Nevermind the, uh, ugly aesthetics, the R1200 backbone of BMW’s cruiser would be sure to persuade unorthodox cruiser riders that it was the way forward. Well, as history has taught us, there aren’t as many unorthodox cruiser riders as BMW hoped, and the R1200CL is remembered as a flop. Ugliness aside, read on to find out Kim’s overall positive view of the CL. And if you’re looking for a few more pictures, you can check out the photo gallery.  First Ride: 2003 BMW R1200CL Luxury Cruising, or Cruising Luxuriously By Calvin Kim Apr. 20, 2003 Photos by MO and BMW NA Biltmore Estate, North Carolina, September 3, 2002 — When BMW came out with the R1200C five years ago, a lot of people raised eyebrows. Everybody knew how rough and tumble the cruiser industry was back then. It still is pretty hot if you think about it. Nevertheless, amidst the skepticism the C took off and has proved a success for BMW. In fact, the C has become so successful that BMW has produced four different variations of the beast. Now, at the new-model intro at the Biltmore Inn in North Carolina the CL makes five.

Trying to capture another segment of the burgeoning cruiser market, BMW has decided to enter into the decidedly slower pace of the “cruising-tourer” or is that “touring-cruiser”? Regardless, what we have here is essentially a heavily modified C cruiser outfitted with BMWs best touring goodies. Integral ABS, lockable saddlebags and removable top-case, cruise control and, of course, those famous heated grips all come standard on the CL model. Upgrade to the CLC (Custom) model, and you get heated seats for two and a radio replete with a CD player. Unfortunately the only thing that’s not included is a more powerful engine. Now, don’t get us wrong. For 99% of the targeted riders out there, this thing will be great. To be honest, there is enough torque and power to get things moving along at a proper clip. It’s just that you have to find it. Unlike a GS or an R, don’t think of looking for the power down low. It’s higher up in the rev range, where a normal cruiser rider wouldn’t think to look for it. The climb out from stop to past first-gear is a doozy. Clutch slipping is the only way to do it, and first gear is the only way to climb out of tight, off camber switchbacks. And even then it’s dicey. The motor, a stock R1200C powerplant, really comes into its own above 3~4k revolutions per minute and hangs onto what little bits of dignity it has all the way up to redline.

Caspian Blue in front of Biltmore Estate. Ahhh. Must be nice to be the son of an industrial mag-nate. Thankfully, BMW did their homework in picking out a route that would highlight the CL’s high points, one of which is the controversial front fairing. With its scalloped top edge and unconventional headlight treatment, the CL is sure to turn heads. And heads it turned- but thankfully none of it was due to wind buffeting. That’s because the cutout was designed to offer maximum wind protection while not sacrificing any visibility. You really didn’t notice it till you’re cranked over and looking right through the cutout onto the road ahead, and not straight on the edge of the shield. The headlights are another controversial aspect of the machine. While the outer two, low beam units are descendants of those found on the R80GS, the two centrally tandem mounted, smaller, high beam units are the same as those found on the R1150. Why they chose this setup, we may never know. But we do know why the rest of the fairing looks the way it does. Wind tunnel testing contributed heavily to the final design of the fairing. There are numerous soft edges and lines that are all there to help keep the front end stabilized during cruise speed. Even things such as water run-off patterns were studied to ensure that the rider would remain as dry as possible during rain storms, which is impossible, but we give them points for trying.

Surprisingly enough, the CL had gobs of ground clearance. Well, gobs for a floor board equipped cruiser anyway. Aside from the appearance, the rest remains typical BMW. However, don’t think this is simply a well-equipped R1200C. Essentially, aside from the motor, everything has been replaced. Minor touches like a lengthened swingarm and relaxed fork angles and been incorporated. More blatant updates include the addition of a six-speed, overdrive transmission as well as a wider front tire. Interestingly enough, the wheelbase is actually eight millimeters shorter than on a C. So what’s it like to ride? In a word, different. If you’ve ever ridden a large bike with a fork mounted fairing, you’ll know what I mean. Slow speeds are a bit hard to negotiate, but still doable. My only real complaint with the handling is in the front-end feel during medium and slow speed riding. There was no front-end feel to speak of, and for me, that was a bit disconcerting. Going into tight switchbacks felt like riding on ice. It didn’t help that the road surface was wet and gravel-strewn from a previous night’s storm. Regardless, as the day wore on, the senses got used to the feeling and the muscles started to adapt. In fact, it was downright pleasurable to operate at slightly higher speeds. It seems as if more loading on the front-end helps bring back the feeling.

The CLs dash layout is very clean and comprehensive. Amongst all the glitz and glamour of a press-intro and the flitter of journo-speak, it gets difficult to remember who this bike was marketed for (you know who you are, mister 46 year old with $100,600 average income) and why it was even brought to fruition. Fact of the matter is that everything worked the way it was supposed to, including the revised power-assist brake system. It seems as if people were complaining about the abruptness of the first generation system, particularly when the foot pedal was applied. So, BMW fixed it, and now we’re left with a much more gradual power brake feel. In fact, brakes where fantastic overall. Quick stops using either lever or pedal can be achieved, and makes a maximum braking procedure, a procedure that was once shuddered to think about, a truly user friendly affair. Touches, like floorboard and control mounting positions were all well thought out. The brake pedal is located just in front of the right floorboard. Although it looks awkward at first, the pedal is in the perfect location. From the floorboard simply slide your foot forward and press. It’s a similar process for the heel-toe shifter. While the controls functioned as designed, ergonomics proved to be a mixed bag. The seat to floorboard relationship was great. However, the handlebar reach seemed a bit excessive, putting the rider’s arms wide. In fact, the seat is actually 0.2 inches taller than a stock R1200C but maintains its “flat-foot” factor by creative use of seat design. Unfortunately I didn’t really get to field test the bags or the lighting system as our ride only lasted a single day. But, in the little time I had, I found the bags to be typical of all the other BMW systems; well designed and fabricated. While the top case is removable, the side bags are designed to stay put.

CD or, Compact Disc, technology will revolutionize the way… what? This compact disc technology is already available? Goodness gracious, I must inform my dear friend T. Alva Edison. Now, the main question remains is are people going to buy the CL? I think they will. And why not? The bike is built like a rock, and once you get used to the vague feeling front end, handles just fine. The BMW name, quality and attention to detail will be more than enough for the selling point. Luxury accouterments just add to its value. Sure its a little down on power, but when you’re just cruising the interstate, or rambling down a rural road this rig is perfect. Specifications Engine- Type: Air/oil cooled twin cylinder Bore x stroke: 101 x 73 mm Displacement: 1170 cc Horsepower: 61 bhp @ 5000 rpm Torque: 72 lb.-ft. @ 3000 rpm Compression ratio: 10.0:1 Valves per cylinder: 4 Fuel: FI and electronic controlled by Bosch Motronic MA 2.4 w/ automatic choke control Fuel capacity: 4.5 US gallons / 20.5 L Charging system: 800 W Drivetrain- Clutch: 165mm (6.5 in) dry, single plate Drive system: shaft drive Final drive: spiral bevel gears, 2.62:1 ratio Frame and Suspension- Frame: Cast aluminum front-frame section, stressed engine Front suspension: Telelever w/ coil spring, gas shock Front travel: 5.67in/114mm Rear suspension: Monolever, gas shock w/ preload adj. Rear travel: 4.72in/120mm Brakes- Brake system: BMW ABS-II Front brakes: dual 12in/305mm rotors, 4 piston calipers Rear brakes: Single 11.22in/285mm rotor, 2 piston caliper Wheels and tires- Front: 3.5×16 in cast aluminum wheel, 150/80 16 tubeless Rear: 4.0×15 in cast aluminum wheel, 170/80 15 tubeless Dimensions- Length: 95.1in/2415mm Width: 42.3in/1075mm Wheelbase: 64.61in/1641mm Ground clearance: 6.25in/159mm Seat height: 29.3in/745mm Handlebar width: 33.6in/853mm Steering angle: 56.5° Weight: 679lbs/308kgs wet/648lbs/294kgs dry Max weight: 1169lbs/530kg GVWR Colors- Pearl Silver Metallic Mojave Brown Metallic Capri Blue Metallic MSRP: $15990 Standard Equipment- Polished and chrome plated stainless-steel exhaust Electronically controlled 3-way catalytic converter Locking body-colored top and side cases; removable top case Four-lamp headlight system integrated into front fairing Heel-toe shifter and floorboards Hazard flashers Two power accs sockets Heated grips Cruise control Chrome package Radio prep Differences for CLC- MSRP: $16490 Standard Equipment- Radio/CD player Soft touch seat Heated seat Available in dealers, November 2002 Click to Post

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Church Of MO First Ride: 2003 BMW R1200CL You know what’s funny? Calvin Kim posits, in his 2003 First Ride review of the BMW R1200CL, that people would end up buying this bike. Nevermind the, uh, ugly aesthetics, the R1200 backbone of BMW’s cruiser would be sure to persuade unorthodox cruiser riders that it was the way forward. Well, as history has taught us, there aren’t as many unorthodox cruiser riders as BMW hoped, and the R1200CL is remembered as a flop. Ugliness aside, read on to find out Kim’s overall positive view of the CL. And if you’re looking for a few more pictures, you can check out the photo gallery. First Ride: 2003 BMW R1200CL Luxury Cruising, or Cruising Luxuriously By Calvin Kim Apr. 20, 2003Photos by MO and BMW NA Biltmore Estate, North Carolina, September 3, 2002 — When BMW came out with the R1200C five years ago, a lot of people raised eyebrows. Everybody knew how rough and tumble the cruiser industry was back then. It still is pretty hot if you think about it. Nevertheless, amidst the skepticism the C took off and has proved a success for BMW. In fact, the C has become so successful that BMW has produced four different variations of the beast. Now, at the new-model intro at the Biltmore Inn in North Carolina the CL makes five. Trying to capture another segment of the burgeoning cruiser market, BMW has decided to enter into the decidedly slower pace of the “cruising-tourer” or is that “touring-cruiser”? Regardless, what we have here is essentially a heavily modified C cruiser outfitted with BMWs best touring goodies. Integral ABS, lockable saddlebags and removable top-case, cruise control and, of course, those famous heated grips all come standard on the CL model. Upgrade to the CLC (Custom) model, and you get heated seats for two and a radio replete with a CD player. Unfortunately the only thing that’s not included is a more powerful engine. Now, don’t get us wrong. For 99% of the targeted riders out there, this thing will be great. To be honest, there is enough torque and power to get things moving along at a proper clip. It’s just that you have to find it. Unlike a GS or an R, don’t think of looking for the power down low. It’s higher up in the rev range, where a normal cruiser rider wouldn’t think to look for it. The climb out from stop to past first-gear is a doozy. Clutch slipping is the only way to do it, and first gear is the only way to climb out of tight, off camber switchbacks. And even then it’s dicey. The motor, a stock R1200C powerplant, really comes into its own above 3~4k revolutions per minute and hangs onto what little bits of dignity it has all the way up to redline. Caspian Blue in front of Biltmore Estate. Ahhh. Must be nice to be the son of an industrial mag-nate. Thankfully, BMW did their homework in picking out a route that would highlight the CL’s high points, one of which is the controversial front fairing. With its scalloped top edge and unconventional headlight treatment, the CL is sure to turn heads. And heads it turned- but thankfully none of it was due to wind buffeting. That’s because the cutout was designed to offer maximum wind protection while not sacrificing any visibility. You really didn’t notice it till you’re cranked over and looking right through the cutout onto the road ahead, and not straight on the edge of the shield. The headlights are another controversial aspect of the machine. While the outer two, low beam units are descendants of those found on the R80GS, the two centrally tandem mounted, smaller, high beam units are the same as those found on the R1150. Why they chose this setup, we may never know. But we do know why the rest of the fairing looks the way it does. Wind tunnel testing contributed heavily to the final design of the fairing. There are numerous soft edges and lines that are all there to help keep the front end stabilized during cruise speed. Even things such as water run-off patterns were studied to ensure that the rider would remain as dry as possible during rain storms, which is impossible, but we give them points for trying. Surprisingly enough, the CL had gobs of ground clearance. Well, gobs for a floor board equipped cruiser anyway. Aside from the appearance, the rest remains typical BMW. However, don’t think this is simply a well-equipped R1200C. Essentially, aside from the motor, everything has been replaced. Minor touches like a lengthened swingarm and relaxed fork angles and been incorporated. More blatant updates include the addition of a six-speed, overdrive transmission as well as a wider front tire. Interestingly enough, the wheelbase is actually eight millimeters shorter than on a C. So what’s it like to ride? In a word, different. If you’ve ever ridden a large bike with a fork mounted fairing, you’ll know what I mean. Slow speeds are a bit hard to negotiate, but still doable. My only real complaint with the handling is in the front-end feel during medium and slow speed riding. There was no front-end feel to speak of, and for me, that was a bit disconcerting. Going into tight switchbacks felt like riding on ice. It didn’t help that the road surface was wet and gravel-strewn from a previous night’s storm. Regardless, as the day wore on, the senses got used to the feeling and the muscles started to adapt. In fact, it was downright pleasurable to operate at slightly higher speeds. It seems as if more loading on the front-end helps bring back the feeling. The CLs dash layout is very clean and comprehensive. Amongst all the glitz and glamour of a press-intro and the flitter of journo-speak, it gets difficult to remember who this bike was marketed for (you know who you are, mister 46 year old with $100,600 average income) and why it was even brought to fruition. Fact of the matter is that everything worked the way it was supposed to, including the revised power-assist brake system. It seems as if people were complaining about the abruptness of the first generation system, particularly when the foot pedal was applied. So, BMW fixed it, and now we’re left with a much more gradual power brake feel. In fact, brakes where fantastic overall. Quick stops using either lever or pedal can be achieved, and makes a maximum braking procedure, a procedure that was once shuddered to think about, a truly user friendly affair. Touches, like floorboard and control mounting positions were all well thought out. The brake pedal is located just in front of the right floorboard. Although it looks awkward at first, the pedal is in the perfect location. From the floorboard simply slide your foot forward and press. It’s a similar process for the heel-toe shifter. While the controls functioned as designed, ergonomics proved to be a mixed bag. The seat to floorboard relationship was great. However, the handlebar reach seemed a bit excessive, putting the rider’s arms wide. In fact, the seat is actually 0.2 inches taller than a stock R1200C but maintains its “flat-foot” factor by creative use of seat design. Unfortunately I didn’t really get to field test the bags or the lighting system as our ride only lasted a single day. But, in the little time I had, I found the bags to be typical of all the other BMW systems; well designed and fabricated. While the top case is removable, the side bags are designed to stay put. CD or, Compact Disc, technology will revolutionize the way… what? This compact disc technology is already available? Goodness gracious, I must inform my dear friend T. Alva Edison. Now, the main question remains is are people going to buy the CL? I think they will. And why not? The bike is built like a rock, and once you get used to the vague feeling front end, handles just fine. The BMW name, quality and attention to detail will be more than enough for the selling point. Luxury accouterments just add to its value. Sure its a little down on power, but when you’re just cruising the interstate, or rambling down a rural road this rig is perfect. Specifications Engine- Type: Air/oil cooled twin cylinder Bore x stroke: 101 x 73 mm Displacement: 1170 cc Horsepower: 61 bhp @ 5000 rpm Torque: 72 lb.-ft. @ 3000 rpm Compression ratio: 10.0:1 Valves per cylinder: 4 Fuel: FI and electronic controlled by Bosch Motronic MA 2.4 w/ automatic choke control Fuel capacity: 4.5 US gallons / 20.5 L Charging system: 800 W Drivetrain- Clutch: 165mm (6.5 in) dry, single plate Drive system: shaft drive Final drive: spiral bevel gears, 2.62:1 ratio Frame and Suspension- Frame: Cast aluminum front-frame section, stressed engine Front suspension: Telelever w/ coil spring, gas shock Front travel: 5.67in/114mm Rear suspension: Monolever, gas shock w/ preload adj. Rear travel: 4.72in/120mm Brakes- Brake system: BMW ABS-II Front brakes: dual 12in/305mm rotors, 4 piston calipers Rear brakes: Single 11.22in/285mm rotor, 2 piston caliper Wheels and tires- Front: 3.5×16 in cast aluminum wheel, 150/80 16 tubeless Rear: 4.0×15 in cast aluminum wheel, 170/80 15 tubeless Dimensions- Length: 95.1in/2415mm Width: 42.3in/1075mm Wheelbase: 64.61in/1641mm Ground clearance: 6.25in/159mm Seat height: 29.3in/745mm Handlebar width: 33.6in/853mm Steering angle: 56.5° Weight: 679lbs/308kgs wet/648lbs/294kgs dry Max weight: 1169lbs/530kg GVWR Colors- Pearl Silver Metallic Mojave Brown Metallic Capri Blue Metallic MSRP: $15990 Standard Equipment- Polished and chrome plated stainless-steel exhaust Electronically controlled 3-way catalytic converter Locking body-colored top and side cases; removable top case Four-lamp headlight system integrated into front fairing Heel-toe shifter and floorboards Hazard flashers Two power accs sockets Heated grips Cruise control Chrome package Radio prep Differences for CLC- MSRP: $16490 Standard Equipment- Radio/CD player Soft touch seat Heated seat Available in dealers, November 2002 Church Of MO – First Ride: 2003 BMW R1200CL appeared first on Motorcycle.com.