#no edits I hammered this out like I needed it to survive

[littlemissfix-itfic]

After the Bad Days

Weeks after one of Dean’s really bad days, you’re in a diner, grabbing a quick bite with Dean, Sam, and Cas after a hunt. As you’re walking back to your table, you can hear Cas and Dean talking, but you’re not near enough to make out any of the conversation. You round the corner away from the bathrooms, and you hear the soft vulnerability in Dean’s voice as he murmurs, to himself more than to Cas. Sam and Cas pause, looking at him with surprised relief, and you slide into the booth next to him. Noting the pause in the conversation becoming awkward, you elbow him softly with a smile and offer up a few shining compliments about his work on the hunt you had just finished up. Your food arrives, and you all dig in, conversation resuming their regular flow. You can’t help but notice the smile that stays on Dean’s lips, and hope to yourself, and whomever or whatever else might be out there that cares, that it remains longer than the last smile did.

[COVERED IN BLOOD] Perhaps the world is slightly brighter having me in it.

[magical-girl-coral]

How the Meljay reunion should have gone cause I am angry and bitter.

edit: it's on a03 now

Jayce breathed in deeply as he moved, his hammer dragging behind him as his leg ached in protest, begging to be put down after everything it went through within the last months. But he couldn't. Not now. There were too many unanswered questions. How did he survive the bomb? Why Viktor didn't. What happened here?

Soft footsteps pulled him out of his questioning, their echoes like a familiar melody in Jayce's ears. A cloaked white figure walked towards him, her silhouette as alluring as he remembers. But it couldn't be. Last he heard, she disappeared, probably kidnapped by zaunites. He stalked closer to her, gripping the handle in case it's another hallucination, another trick, another dream-

The cloaked figure revealed their face, spoke his name, and Jayce broke. He ran into the arms of his beloved, dropping his hammer in the process, and held her until it felt as though they were going to merge into one.

Mel held him just as strongly, refusing to allow either of them to breathe. Jayce let her go gently, slowly putting her down on the ground, checking her for injuries or anything that needed a doctor to look after.

Mel cupped his face gently. "I'm fine. Mayne not truly whole, but not hurt." She gave him a look over, worry clouding her face, slowly backing away to view the full picture. It took all of his strength not to take her back into his arms. "Jayce, what on earth happened to you? You look you've been through the hells and back,"

Jayce opened his mouth, wanting to explain anything, everything, but that annoyed voice at the back of his head held him back.

She invested too much in this dream of yours to listen to reason.

This is her life's work too. She won't give up on it so easily. You didn't either at the start.

You've seen how people have been used and thrown away once they've lost their worth. What stops you from being next?

He clenched his head in pain. Mel was now fully concerned. "Jayce, what is happening with you? Should I call for help?"

"No!" Jayce shouted louder than he wanted. He avoided her gaze. "I'm- I'm alright. I just need- I just-" He took a deep breath, and met her eyes. "We need to destroy the Hexgate for good. It's a curse, and I need all the help I can get. Will you be there by my side?"

Mel's gaze didn't weather. Instead, it became even more powerful than before. She held his hand in his where the rune was carved into his skin.

"I've seen the madness great power can inflict on a soul," she said, glancing sideways to the hammer before returning to him. "You have my word, the Hexgate will be destroyed even if it will be the last thing we'll do."

Jayce laid his forehead gently to hers. God, he missed her warmth. "Thank you, for everything. I won't fail."

Just before either of them could truly relax, a presence that made Jayce's skin crawl has decided to make itself known. He reached towards his weapon just as Mel began to glow.

Both of them aimed towards one of the pillars, their combined effort turning it to smithereens without actually hitting their target.

They stared at the other in shock. They obviously had a lot to talk about. But with the silent agreement of later. They had bigger matters at the moment.

Such as the figure they attacked slowly moving towards them. A porcelain puppet with golden edges but no strings. Small crystals shard embedded in its skull. The energy of being something so completely wrong to exist.

Viktor.

"Allow us a moment of civility, Jayce."

[cavinginhisfvce]

All Things Borrowed | Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley

full disclosure: this is a fic i wrote a while ago, and posted, i just edited it to be jhea bc the theme of it felt so fitting.

Rhea knows it's selfish. She knows it's not fair to feel the way she does. She shouldn't feel like she's living on borrowed love from her boyfriend, especially not when Jey is always so willing to give Rhea the affection he knows the Australian craves.

It's selfish to take all that Jey offers, his joy, his fears, his love, and in return store those moments for when, if, that trust in Rhea suddenly vanishes, instead of giving the same. 

It's not fair of Rhea to store the love for a later date, a day where the love has suddenly stopped flowing and she's scrambling for some semblance of things being okay. Things being right.

If Jey knew Rhea was just counting down the days until the demise of their relationship, would he still bother with her? Or would he make all of Rhea’s worst dreams come true and feed her to the proverbial wolves?

Wrapped up tightly in Jey’s embrace, Rhea can't help but feel reminded that all love is borrowed love; no matter who the love comes from.

Whether it be family or others, others like Dominik, the woman is all too familiar with what it feels like to watch the reservoir of familial and romantic love run so dry the sight of the person makes you feel sick to your stomach.

Rhea’s love for Dominik, for example, burned so bright, and felt reciprocated in ways that blinded her to who her Latino Heat was becoming until it was too late, and Rhea had become a person Dominik held little to no love for.

Rhea in turn, watched with her own eyes as the love Dominik had for her ceased to exist, at least in a healthy sense. His obsession with her remains the same.

She doesn't think she can live through a pain like that again, even if the love differs from her relationship with Dom, even if Dom went too far with his love and it cost Rhea everything.

 Seeing the way Dominik has completely done away with her and seems better for it, hurts; but the feeling pales in comparison to the mere thought that Jey could be done with her, she can't imagine who she'd become if Jey decided Rhea wasn't worth the hassle. If he decided the panic attacks, and nightmares were too much to tackle, because let's face it, Rhea’s a handful. She knows this, and Jey, bless his heart, tries so hard with her, but he truthfully doesn't have to. 

Rhea knows if she shares these feelings with her boyfriend, the elder will reassure her. She knows Jey will take her in his arms and pepper her face in sweet kisses whilst he whispers all the reasons he loves Rhea more than she could ever know, Jey has done as much for less. 

But, there's the possibility Jey could do the exact opposite, maybe Jey just needed an out and Rhea opening up would be just that. Maybe in the same breath Rhea confesses her knowledge of living on borrowed love, Jey will pack his bags and leave Rhea’s life forever. 

The likelihood seems much higher now than it did before, especially with the stolen glances from Sami and Jey, the looks they think Rhea doesn't notice. She does. She notices the lingering touches, and that Jey will seek out Sami at work, long before he finds his actual partner.

Even in her muddled mess of a mind, Rhea knows she's being irrational, because just that morning Jey had woken her up by carding skilled fingers through her hair, nosing happily at the girl’s cheek until the latter stirred awake.

And yet, the possibility still exists. 

There could come a day when Jey is no longer the glue holding Rhea together, but the hammer that shatters her fully. It'd be too easy with all the cracks in the Australian’s foundation, because they're just that. Cracks in her foundation, difficult to patch up and make whole without running the risk of destroying it completely. 

Rhea isn't sure she'd survive that. So, she stays shut. What Jey doesn't know, won't be able to hurt Rhea.

If Sami and Jey are truly falling in with one another, then Rhea will pretend nothing has changed, because losing Jey? It's not an option. 

She’ll live on borrowed love for however long, if it means Jey stays with her.

[dirtandcrime]

Jayce Talis FanFic Concept ?

!! ARCANE SEASON 2 SPOILERS !!

I don't think I fully understood the wild rune thing in season 2, but I still really liked seeing the alternate universes/timelines, especially the one Jayce ends up in. I didn't really resonate with Jayce as a character before season 2, but after his little field trip he became more fleshed out to me (or maybe it's just the beard).

Point is, I'd like to see more of that apocalyptic timeline (and desperate, barely surviving Jayce), cause wouldn't it be cool if he was stuck there just a bit longer?

So imagine Jayce is there, struggling to survive, fighting the white machine thingies and kind of failing miserably because he destroyed his hextech hammer to fix his leg. He's on the verge of giving up, or maybe dying from his injuries when a mysterious saviour (gn! reader) shows up, the first living person he's seen in months. They beat up the machines or ward them off in some way before hauling Jayce's now unconscious body with them. Jayce then wakes up in some sort of safe haven, like a really small village of people (edit: or some sort of nomad clan who constantly travel to avoid being corrupted by the arcane or found by the 'machines') who haven't been touched by the arcane. They could have developed some kind of tech that 'countered' the effects of the arcane (lanterns?), keeping the machines away from them. The base of their protection and the tech is their one and only scientist, the same person who saved Jayce.

The whole thing could basically be about these people surviving the apocalyptic world beside Jayce while he becomes close with the main scientist, eventually resulting in them finding out he technically caused their horrible reality. That causes some conflict or rift between them, until the scientist also realizes this means Jayce can also undo everything if he just goes back to his reality, and so it all turns into a quest to get Jayce back home. The ending is bound to be angsty, since Jayce will need to leave the scientist and never ever see them again.

I obviously don't know much about LOL lore nor do I understand how the arcane and all that science stuff works, but this would be really interesting to read!! :D

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Twenty-Two

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two: Spock on Altamid

Summary: Spock and Bones crash onto Altamid and have to survive. Spock isn't pleased with being separated from (Y/N).

            Spock raced through the halls of the Enterprise. He had just lost contact with the Bridge after his communicator was hit by Krall and his men. As he rounded a corner and fired back at several of his pursuing opponents—Krall was nowhere to be seen—he spotted Bones crouching over a dying officer. The poor man was emaciated, almost drained of life instead of dying of a phaser shot.

            But there was no time to focus on that.

            “Doctor, we must leave now!” ordered Spock.

            Bones didn’t need to be told twice. The officer was dead; there was nothing he could do. The pair ran off through the halls as enemies pursued. Abruptly, the Enterprise listed to the side, and they fell as the ground became the wall. Gravity pulled them down, and they slid towards the ground below.

            Their opponents braced against another wall and fired down. Spock scrambled to grab his phaser, but a bulkhead fortunately closed before any of the phaser fire could hit him or Bones. With strangely additional luck, they had fallen into an escape pod.

            “We need to go, Spock,” said Bones. He hated to leave the ship, but there was nothing else for them to do.

            “(Y/N) and the Captain—” began Spock, but he shut his mouth. He nodded and pressed the button to launch the escape pod. There was nothing he could do to help the ship. It was unavoidable that everyone would be evacuating within a few minutes.

            “I know you’re worried, Spock,” said Bones, even as they fell. His own worry pounded against his ribcage, but he knew they couldn’t do anything. “but (Y/N) and Jim are smart and resilient. They’ll make it.”

            Spock couldn’t do anything but hope that Bones was correct.

            Bam!

            An enemy ship hit their escape pod before any more thoughts could be had. An opponent opened the doors to their escape pod, and Spock kicked him back before he could attack. He threw him to the side, slammed his against the wall, and elbowed him in the head. He threw him back abruptly, and Bones pressed a button to open the airlock. The enemy was sent flying into space. Bones and Spock were pulled towards it, but Bones slammed his hand down on the button again, and they were confined again to the ship.

            Bones groaned as they began to spiral out of control but immediately moved into position. He sat on the motorcycle-like steering contraption of the ship. He crouched over it in confusion, but since the escape pod was damaged, this was his and Spock’s only chance of escape.

            “My god…” Bones’s eyes widened as he looked out the window. “Spock! They’re taking the crew!”

            Spock couldn’t help but freeze in alarm. The escape pods weren’t being destroyed or escaping—they were being grabbed by enemy ships. Everyone was being taken by their opponents.

            “(Y/N)…” he said quietly, heart hammering against his side. They were in danger. His love was in danger. His t’hy’la was in danger. All his mind could focus on was (Y/N) being in harm’s way, and the words swirled chaotically in his head.

            “They’re alive, Spock! That means they’re alive,” said Bones. He was harsh and rough around the edges—especially with Spock—but he liked (Y/N), too. And he knew how much Spock loved them.

            Yes. They are likely alive. While death was a possibility, still, Spock clung to the idea that they were most likely alive. And if they were alive, Spock could find them. He could save them.

            And that was the thought Spock held in his heart as he watched the Enterprise fall towards Altamid.

            “Spock, do you know how to drive this thing?!” said Bones as they entered the atmosphere.

            “No, Doctor, I do not,” said Spock.

            Bones gritted his teeth. “Then you better hold on and pray that our landing doesn’t kill us.”

            They broke through the atmosphere, and Bones swerved. He could barely control the sensitive controls, coming up just short of crashing into the trees. However, they careened towards canyons and rocky outcroppings.

            “Doctor,” warned Spock, holding onto the sides of the ship.

            “I can’t—” They hit a cliff and spun out of control.

            Bones was thrown from the controls, and Spock slammed into the sides of the warping, breaking metal. Crashes echoed around them as the ship hit the ground and rolled to a stop. Bones and Spock were tossed around until it finally, finally, came to a stop.

            Spock and Bones’s heads spun as they lay in the ship for a moment. Taking deep breaths, Spock unsuccessfully tried to get air as a piercing pain in his side made itself known.

            Bones dragged himself out to the porthole and looked out. Blood dripped down from a wound on his forehead. But they were alive.

            “I can’t believe it,” he muttered. He pulled himself out of the ship with a strained groan and landed in the creek below.

            Behind him, Spock tried to pull himself out, but he coughed as the pain in his side redoubled.

            “My god, Spock!” exclaimed Bones as he saw Spock.

            Green blood stained his shirt. A large slab of metal was lodged in his side, dangerously near the site of his heart. Bones scrambled to Spock’s side and helped him down.

            “Sit down over here,” said Bones, supporting Spock’s weight before laying him down. “Okay, okay. Easy, sit. Okay. Now, just try and relax. You’re gonna be okay.”

            “The forced optimism in your voice suggests that you are trying to elicit a sense of calm in order to—”

            “I’ll cut the horseshit,” said Bones.

            Spock raised his head. “Doctor, I fail to see how excrement of any kind bears relevance on our current situation.” He tried to stand up and groaned.

            Bones pushed him back down. “Whoa, whoa, what the hell are you doing?!”

            “We must keep moving, Doctor,” said Spock. I must get to (Y/N).

            “Spock, this thing’s punctured your iliac region!” said Bones.

            Spock argued even as he fell back again. “Time is a critical factor.”

            “That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you,” grumbled Bones. “Look, if I can’t take this out, you’re gonna die.” Spock looked at him. “Okay? If I take it out and can’t stop the bleeding, you’re gonna die.”

            “I see no appeal in either option,” said Spock.

            “Believe it or not, neither can I,” said Bones. He stepped away to search through the wreckage and began to speak “casually.” “So, if I remember correctly, the Vulcans have their hearts where humans have their livers.” He found the discarded enemy phaser and picked it up.

            “That is correct, Doctor,” groaned Spock, not seeing what Bones was up to.

            “That explains a thing or two,” said Bones. He began to pull a slim piece of metal from the hull of the ship. “You know, you’re lucky. An inch to the left—” he pulled it free “—and you’d be dead already.” He cleared his throat and kept speaking in an attempt to keep Spock focused. “I just don’t get it, Spock. I mean, what did they attack us for?” He knocked a rock against the phaser. “I mean, they do all this for some doodad that the tiny critters didn’t want?”

            “It is unwise to trivialize that which one simply does not understand, Doctor,” said Spock, taking Bones’s bait to speak logically and focus on that. “We can safely assume it is more important than a ‘doodad.’ ”

            Bones held up the phaser he’d banged into shape. “I think you just managed to insult me twice, Spock.” He fired the phaser’s weak beam into the piece of metal and heated it. “Okay…” He held up the slim piece of metal carefully and approached Spock. “Alright, Spock, I just got one question.” He gently put his hand on the metal lodged in Spock. “What’s your favorite color?”

            Spock furrowed his brow. “I fail to see the relevance—!”

            Bones pulled the metal out and pressed the makeshift cauterizer into Spock’s side. The combined pain pulled a scream from Spock’s throat. But Bones had stopped the bleeding from continuing and killing Spock.

            Satisfied (and relieved, though he wouldn’t show that), Bones examined the metal that had pierced Spock before tossing it aside. “Yeah, they say it hurts less if it’s a surprise.”

            “If I may adopt a parlance with which you are familiar—” Spock raised his head tiredly “—I can confirm your theory to be ‘horseshit.’ ”

            Bones shook his head and nearly laughed, even in the situation they were in. After all, (Y/N) would be entertained by Spock, and that made Bones feel fond. (They were like his sibling. And Spock was the unlucky, almost brother-in-law that Bones would never stop going up against in a battle of wits).

            The soft hum of ships filtered through the air and over the winds. Bones furrowed his brow and looked around worriedly.

            “We got to get out of here,” he said. He pulled Spock up and put his arm around his shoulders (careful to avoid his hands). “Come on.”

            Spock’s weight was on him, but he tried to stand upright even as Bones supported him. They limped/stumbled towards an edge of the canyon with more cover, finding their way into a system of cliffs and small tunnels and caves.

            Spock pushed off Bones and used the walls to support himself as he recovered his strength. Bones grumbled about him straining himself but let him go. He instead focused on trying to communicate with literally anyone else from the Enterprise. Miraculously, his communicator had made it in the crash, so he tapped it as he opened up the channel.

            “McCoy to Enterprise. Come in,” he said. No response came, though. He frowned and snapped it closed. He glanced up to see Spock trying to move quickly through the canyon. “Hey, take it easy there, Spock. That was just a temporary fix back there.”

            “I understand, Doctor,” said Spock, wincing as he ducked under a cave entrance and faced it properly. “Fascinating.”

            “Ominous. Dark. Dangerous.” Bones offered his own adjectives for the situation.

            Spock just moved forward again, and Bones rolled his eyes. Everyone on the Enterprise was terrible at taking care of themselves, and Spock was one of the worst.

            “We’re going in,” muttered Bones, following Spock into the small cave.

            Except, as they stepped in, they found themselves in a carved room. It was not a natural cave but a room made by the people who lived (lived still?) on Altamid. Small holes let in light, and carvings on the structure spelled out its purpose, though they could not read it. A small podium sat in the center of the room for some sort of device.

            “Intriguing,” said Spock. “These symbols are the same as those depicted on the artifact taken in the attack.”

            “You think it came from here?” said Bones, looking around.

            “It would seem so,” said Spock. He tried to reach out and trace the symbols, but his wound ached. He groaned and fell back against the wall. Sliding down, he sat against it and clutched his side.

            “Damn it, Spock!” said Bones, cursing his friend’s inability to take care of himself (and he was worried). “Easy, easy.” He carefully moved Spock to not aggravate the wound.

            Spock blinked lazily, nearly falling unconscious as all the energy he’d used to escape and hobble in their caught up to him. Bones slammed him (lightly) across the face.

            “Spock! Wake up, dammit!” he cursed.

            “I am entirely conscious,” said Spock, and if he was anyone else, he would be grumbling. “I am simply contemplating the nature of mortality.”

            Bones let out a tired, aggravated sigh. But at least Spock wasn’t dying and felt alright enough to be stupidly intellectual. He sat down beside him. The sun was beginning to go down, and there was nothing else they could do for now but rest and not get caught. Then, Bones and Spock could try to find the others and save their friends.

            “Feeling philosophical, huh?” said Bones. “Massive blood loss will do that to you.”

            “Doctor, I contemplate it for another reason,” said Spock.

            Bones glanced at him.

            “Ambassador Spock has died,” said Spock, quieter than usual and he looked at Bones.

            The doctor blinked. Then he let out a breath and nodded. “Oh. That, uh, that would make me contemplate mortality, too. Spock, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what that must feel like.”

            Spock inhaled shakily. With the blood loss and worry for (Y/N) and general confusion over everything going on, his composure was broken. “When you’ve lived as many lives as he…fear of death is illogical.”

            “Fear of death is what keeps us alive,” said Bones.

            Spock looked down as he contemplated the words. “I want to live as he did. He had a life he…loved. People he cared about. I wish for that, too.”

            “Well, you’ve got me. And Jim and Uhura and Sulu and Scotty and Chekov.” Bones (gently) smiled at Spock. “And (Y/N).”

            Spock smiled slightly, and Bones stared at the expression. “I want to marry them.” He couldn’t help but speak honestly.

            Bones’s eyes widened. “You’re going to ask (Y/N) to marry you?”

            Spock nodded. “I was going to before this mission, but we were interrupted.”

            “And now you’re worried,” said Bones, nodding. He nudged Spock slightly. “Don’t worry. (Y/N) will survive. If I know one thing about you two, you don’t leave one another behind. You fight to the end.”

            “(Y/N) has a self-sacrificing habit,” said Spock.

            “…True. But they also want to make it home to you alive,” said Bones. “No matter what, they want to be with you. It’s horribly sappy, but…it’s also sweet.”

            “I know our relationship is strange to some,” continued Spock, still spilling all of his thoughts as he sat there in pain. “…The Vulcans who informed me of Ambassador Spock’s passing also informed me that it would be more ‘logical’ to be with a Vulcan myself.”

            Bones looked at Spock sharply. “You’re not even considering that, right? I’m not above letting you bleed out here.”

            “Doctor, I confessed I wish to marry (Y/N). It would be illogical to assume I plan to leave them now,” said Spock.

            “Yeah, well, you also love logic,” grumbled Bones.

            “…I find it preferable to stay with (Y/N). It is illogical to them, but it is logical to me,” said Spock.

            “Well, as long as (Y/N) knows that, then you’re fine,” said Bones. He glanced at Spock. “You didn’t tell them people want you to leave them, did you?”

            Spock looked at him. “I am honest with (Y/N), why would I not?”

            Bones stared. “Tell me you told them you weren’t going to break up with them.”

            “I was about to ask them to marry me, so I assume they understood that I was about to ask them to move to another stage of our relationship,” said Spock.

            Bones nearly slapped Spock. “You’re an idiot, Spock. They obviously think you’re going to leave them for some sort of stupid ‘duty’ to Vulcan.”

            Spock blinked. “Why would I do that? I want to be with (Y/N).”

            “You told them you wanted to change your relationship after telling them people wanted you to break up with them for logic,” said Bones matter-of-factly.

            Spock stilled as he realized Bones was right. “Oh.” He looked at Bones. “That is not what I intended.”

            “Yeah, I know, because you love them,” said Bones. “You guys are so annoyingly in love.” He folded his arms. “Whatever. Just save them and propose to them and be sappy and that should save the situation. They’ll forgive you.” He leaned back and let the seriousness drop. After all, he knew Spock did love (Y/N), and they loved him. They were just both oblivious sometimes. “Hell, I don’t know what they’d do without you. Me, I’d throw a party.”

            Spock let out a light chuckle.

            “My god, you’re getting delirious,” said Bones, staring at Spock in horror at the expression of amusement.

            Spock just laughed louder.

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I See You - Prologue

Miles Quaritch x Fem! Na'vi OC

Summary: Vira Te Wou Auhew’ite, an albino Na'vi and future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan, The Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, keeps needing to save the demon Miles Quaritch at Ewyas command. When she's given a sign to try to teach him The People's way, both she and Miles struggle with their growing feelings for each other.

Authors note: So, this is the first thing I've written in a long time and the first time I have ever posted online so please be kind, I'm not the best with syntax or formatting my writing sadly. BUT I went and saw Avvatar the Way of Water and I'm obsessed with Na'vi/Recom Quaritch. I had a dream about a pink Na'vi (then started researching it and found this old post as the guide for her hair and eye colors: https://forum.learnnavi.org/general-avatar-discussion/navi-with-albinism/ ). After that, I MANICALLY hammered out 5 chapters to this fic. It's messy and imperfect but I hope it will be enjoyed. Slow burn/Enemies to lovers I think is the vibe this is going for as I try to reel in and edit this. Quaritch still had his loyalty to the RDA and humans so I think it would take time, and patience for a real romance to bloom. There WILL be smut but it'll take some time before we get there.

Also, this will HEAVILY parallel Jakes journey in the first movies but not be a retelling. If that's not your cup of tea, sorry.

Rating: T

Warnings: None really, canon typical violence

Words: 1803

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The first time Colonel Miles Quaritch saw her was when he claimed his banshee. He’d managed to get on the back of the beast and connect his queue but they’d gone over the side of the cliff where the bastards lived and were falling, fast. Was this second chance at life over before it had even really started? 

Then in an instant, she was there. 

A large yellow and pink blur was flying beside him. It was Na’vi female on her own golden Banshee. Miles was falling so quickly he barely had the time to take in that she was the strangest Na’vi he had ever seen. She was pink.

Expertly beside him, she dove on her own beast just as quickly as he and his mount fell, her peculiar blonde hair streaming behind her as she shouted in near-perfect English. 

“Think fly not fall, use the bond!”

“Fly?” When the words escaped the colonel's mouth the creature shot up, back up through the clouds of the floating hallelujah mountains to the Banshee Rookery, back to his team and Spider. 

His success spurred the rest of his team to go on and claim their own Banshee partners but the colonel's thoughts drifted back to the strange-colored Na’vi. Why had she helped in? Had he imagined her? Hallucinated in the face of impending doom? He didn't mention the interaction to anyone.

Once the squad was whole, they rode on their mounts. Spider rode in front of the colonel as they moved in formation through the mountains, the kid seemed to be enjoying it. Quaritch kept his eyes open for the pink Na’vi but no sign of her. He figured, whoever she’d been, whyever she’d saved him, he’d never see her again. 

Until he did.

Miles saw the pink Navi almost immediately once his team had rounded up the sea na’vi village for questioning. She tried to stay toward the back of the group but she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was pink after all, how she’d survived amongst the Blues was a wonder, he’d seen firsthand in the jungle how useful the blue colorings were to helping him and his team blend in. 

He filed away in the back of his brain that she dressed a little nicer than the common natives, her grab was mostly green and beads dangled from her biceps. The most telling sign that she was important was a big ol’ beaded collar around her neck. Savage royalty perhaps? 

Either way, it didn’t help him understand why she’d gone out of her way to help him before but he intended to find out. 

But once he gave the order to burn the hutches, the opportunity to question her was missed. The pink Na’vi took the opportunity of the confusion and anguish of the tribals to bolt to the yellow banshee and fly back toward the mainland. 

The Recom Na’vi watched her soar right over him, her big orange eyes filled with tears unabashedly made eye contact with him. She didn’t screech or scream like the other locals on the beach did, throwing themselves to the ground with grief. No, she looked at him with those big doe eyes like he was supposed to be better than this. It pissed him off that  she had the gall to be disappointed in him for being the soldier he was. 

Miles didn’t enjoy that little twist in his gut, one because a damn native made him feel it and two because he felt it at all. His human counterpart would never be so weak. The pang of guilt was amplified when he looked to Spider, who was grieving just as much as the Blues at the loss of their home. 

“Should we go after that one Colonel?” Zdinarsk asked, gesturing with her gun and popping her pink bubble gum nonchalantly as the flames raged.

Briefly, the colonel considered having her shot out of the sky or pursuing her on his own banshee.

But he did owe the little na’vi a debt and he was feeling charitable today, already not killing the villages Tsahìk for Spider's sake. He really did care what the kid thought, even though he told himself time and time again he wasn’t actually his son, they weren't even the same species anymore. 

“Naw, the fact she’s flying means she’s no use to us. We must have interrupted her vacation.” 

When he got back on the boat he asked the science puke who loved the Tulkun why a Na’vi would be pink, he went into a long-winded explanation that ended with him saying it was like being an albino. It was rare but it happened.

Quaritch had a feeling he’d see her again, he wasn’t a man who liked to believe in coninsicdenece.

–-

When he saw her again, his life debt to her was doubled. 

After being rescued from near drowning by Spider after his fight with Sully, Miles flew on the back of his Banshee for as long as he could back to the mainland. He was trying to make it to the RDA to get patched up but the banshee could feel he was hurt and ultimately it slowed them down. 

They’d made it into the heart of an unknown part of the jungle, Quaritch was weak and took up against a tree, holding his abdomen, his banshee close to keep an eye on him. It was strange to him still that the beast was so loyal to him but it served him well so far. 

As he lay there against the tree, his breathing was labored. He was hurt but he wasn't sure how severe.  

Clutching his abdomen he could help but think of how he was breaking his own original “Pandora Rules” by being out after dark. But tonight he noticed how the forest was filled with bioluminescent life and for once he thought maybe Pandra was the slightest bit beautiful and not brutal. 

The colonel was struggling to keep his yellow eyes open and his breath steady but he saw the slightest of moments among the trees, the dancing of dozens of little bioluminescent dots. 

“I see you” he managed to grunt out, knowing it had to be a Na’vi, here to end him once and for all. 

But the figure approached with caution, not contempt in the low light he was able to make out this was no typical Na’vi. It was the little pink one again. 

“No, you don't see,” She said in English and she knelt down next to him.

Her small 4 digited hands reached for his abdomen, where most of his pain was. 

The colonel's much larger blue hands snatched her pink ones up before she could touch him. She looked annoyed, puffing out her cheeks but Quartich wasn’t about to just start trusting the natives, not after all he’d don’t to them. 

“Help. Let me help.” She urged, attempting to move her hands towards his waist while his hands were still holding them. They didn’t move an inch in his vice-like grip. 

He didn't move a muscle as his yellow eyes stared into her orange ones, looking for some indication of her intention. The color reminded him of the good, warm fire on the first cold day of winter. They were warm and inviting. He continued raking his eyes down her to form to assess how much of a threat she could be. The female was light pink, a blush color with even slightly darker pink striations down her body in place of the normal blue ones the Na’vi had. She squirmed a little but he was too strong for her to really put up any kind of decent fight. 

She had long white-blonde hair with one thick braid down the center of her head that he assumed held her queue, it was surrounded by several smaller ones around it which eventually flowed from braid to curl.  She still wore all the pomp and frills of being an important native, tons of beads on her clothing, and she wore one of the collar necklaces that indicated some kind of status.

Quaritch also took note of a little garter on her thigh that held he could see held a knife made of bone and a small satchel she was carrying. 

She did not seem to appreciate how long he was taking to study her, letting out an exasperated sound and rolling her big orange doe eyes. 

“Fine. Die.” She shrugged and turned her head away like a waspish brat. 

His wounds must have been getting to him because he briefly imagined that if he wasn’t still holding her in place that she would have stood up to stomp her foot. 

“Settle down, sweetheart. Just looking at who I’m dealing with, nothing personal.” Quaritch retorted as he released her.

Miles made quick work to remove his combat vest on his own but winced as he tried to pull his shirt over his head. The little white Na’vi leaned in to help him and he didn’t protest. Once the pair of them managed to wrangle it off of him, the natives' face was too close for his comfort. 

She seemed to notice this too and moved her face back after a beat to start assessing his abdomen and torso, she ran her little hands over his one of ribs and it earned her a full fang-faced hiss from him.  It was surely broken after his scrape with Sully. 

She got up without saying anything and retrieved from big leaves and began applying some foul-smelling paste from her bag to his abdomen that reminded him of cough drops.

Her pink legs were tucked under her delicately as she worked, now wrapping him up with the big leaves as makeshift bandages. 

“Why are you helping me anyways, Princess?” The sharp edge of distrust in his voice. 

“Not Princess,” was all she said, ignoring his question as she finished his bandages and now retrieved a needle and thread. 

Quaritch was not a man who would be ignored. 

Even in his current state, he was bigger, faster, and stronger than her. He grabbed the long white blonde braid that held her queue when she looked down to thread the needle.

She screeched and tears sprang to the corners of her eyes. The little pink Na’vi didn't even try to fight him, she was obviously not a warrior. 

“I asked you nicely, so now I’ll ask you again,” his hold tightened “why did you save me? Why are you helping me now?” 

She frantically said something in Navi but he quickly cut her off.

“No, no, in English.” 

He lacked the patience right now to decipher the alien language. 

“Ewya wishes for you to live,” she spat. 

Quaritch released her and let out a bitter laugh that stung his broken rib.

--

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Masterlist

[runningfrom2am]

“You were scared. Of him.” BABY BOY DID YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT SHE SAID ABOUT THE GAMES??

how i love when there’s a letter to feel guilty about, from beyond the grave.

“Or that if you’re out on cold nights when the breeze chills your skin, you’ll think of us.” THERE IT IS!!!

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, / Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!” the way that this is their relationship summary-

the fact that he sent the bread and the water only to buy her trust back is very reasonable and therefore disturbing.

SHE WOULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT HIS MOTHER’S SCARF!! she still cries for ruining something coryo gave her even after last night. I AM UNWELL!!

i just know that lucky and dr gaul are both losing it at the back for not having cameras in the vents. they’re very close to the end of the games yet they cannot see what is happening.

even the girl who had planned to stay still and wait for her end resorts to survival when fate knocks on her door and there is too much to lose.

okay we’re gonna rock with the same numbering system for this one bc we have SEVERAL points to go over.

(also i did have to reread it rq before i answered this bc i wrote and edited this like two weeks ago lol)

1. i mean,, at least he’s kinda self aware HAHAHA. actually very SELF aware and not very contextually observant rn. like babe you KNOW how terrified she was already and now the only person in this whole place who she trusts has started swinging too?! ZERO critical thinking skills.

2. yeahhhhh yk i had to do it 🤭 at first when i was writing it i was like “this is way too wordy” but then i was like “raye,,, duh words are her whole thing don’t be dumb” so i let it go on as long as it needed to haha. like i can see it SO vividly like it was probably hard to read i just KNOW she covered that whole sheet in writing without an inch to spare. i also feel like for her it wasn’t enough, but she would never complain or dare ask for another sheet.

3. title drop let’s goooooo (there will be more i think i do this a few times lol)

4. no bc that quote was so perfect i’ve been sitting on it since i started writing this series it’s been rotting in my notes waiting to be used and i just 🥹 of COURSE that’s what she would use as her real confession i’ll actually puke ab it.

as much as he thought the monologue was a confession, it really wasn’t. he heard what he wanted to hear, that she loved him and cared about him. which she does, but her intention was to beg and plead with him to be good and stay that way. she had no receipts besides his namesake and where he lived to base this theory off of, but i think after they discussed the tragedy of coriolanus at length she just wanted to hammer home that he is not what his name would suggest. this letter though was the realest confession she would give, through written word, and i think that’s very real to who she is, especially being so far from home and her family and her safe space.

5. pretending that he wanted her to help jessup was literally all he could do!! to him, what’s the alternative? give her the cold shoulder in the most vulnerable (likely final) days of her life? he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to, i think. i don’t think it successfully buys her trust, but i do think it is so motivational for her to just know that at the very least he is still there.

6. omg yeah me too i am SICK. she’s crying and apologizing knowing damn well he can’t even hear it or see what she’s doing but she feels just awful even though it means she would survive. as if that’s not the whole reason he gave it to her. he gave her the go ahead to use his mothers scarf to kill someone if she had to- and she feels that guilty about using it to save herself?? i’ll puke ab this actually she is so sweet. she cares about him so so deeply and i think a massive part of her fear, that kept her up all night, was that that fact that she loves him cares did not change.

7. yeah they did NOT think that one through and ik it’s just eating dr. gaul ALIVE bro. this could also be the beginning (assuming the games do continue- who knows) of the trackers that monitor heart rates and vitals of tributes.

8. OKAY YES so i��m gonna tie this into point 6 too bc i feel like that’s the manifestation of this internal battle she’s having. if she had originally planned to give up her life at the very beginning, i can so easily see the guilt that she’s feeling over every little thing she’s doing to preserve her own life beyond that point. so not only is she ruining his late mothers beautiful scarf, she’s also betraying herself. the “old her”, if you will. she shouldn’t be alive anyways, she will die soon anyways, so it feels like a waste to ruin this scarf in the process when she likely believes it will be peeled off her dead body regardless. but she still does it.

she told herself that coryo was what changed that plan- that she wanted to win for him, but i don’t even know that that’s fully true. maybe it was about saving herself all along, but she felt too horribly guilty about the circumstances to even admit that to herself. especially now that she’s starting to devolve mentally, she opens the compact knowing that its contents will kill the boys that are after her, but immediately she’s going “oh, it looks like salt” and committing to that narrative so desperately so she can hide from herself that now not only is she ruining the scarf to save herself, that she’s also directly causing fatal harm to others which she has always sworn she would never do.

[moldybonessmell]

My thoughts on the arcane finale except I write them as I progress through last episodes of season 2 and edit after I finish the show PART 2: EPISODE 8

// SPOILERS ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT 3

S2E8

Finally Mel haven't heard of her in a while

Ohhh the gold armor everyone speculated about I see I see 👀

Mages and all that is cool but we have like 2 episodes left I have no idea what's going on and there's no way there's enough time to elaborate on all that💀💀 Yeah I think riot will make yet another series based on LOL and this is foreshadowing sorta still idk what Ambessa did and what for was all this conflict at all

Not Singed usb-plugging Vander into arcane💀💀💀💀

What do you mean "the blood should sustain Viktor for a short while"💀💀 We're getting the glorious evolution anyway aren't we😔

Not the mechanical voice bye💀

"This is the Glorious Evolution" Oh well😔

Ambessa, you do not bring your whole army to an obsessed maniac who possesses bodies, did you not learn this in the crazy girlbosses school?😟 Especially when the possessed start fucking floating in the air💀💀 Now we get the humanity extinction because of it🙄🙄🙄

"Loris, spill it out" Bro don't scare me like this she's just arrested🤡🤡

Also, the awkward meeting with Cait's situationship, oof. I gotta be honest tho, I'm only looking at Cait being snatched af right now, I'm too gay for this😔

Jinx suicidal again. I've had my hopes Isha magically survived, but I think it's for sure now she died. Jinx with her hair unbraided is so poetically vulnerable, also her giving Cait some closure saying she didn't know about her mom being in the council. Kinda feeling like she wouldn't do this knowing someone's mom in there in the way her own got killed, but also this would be the perfect revenge kinda thing🤔. I just know Cait goes crazy knowing she's done so much and had so much sorrow and anger at Jinx, when the latter didn't even know she killed Cait's mom specifically. This one is a devastating interaction. I just hope Cait can let it go now.

Realising these two paragraphs going one after other be like:

Jayce be looking so hot after all this trauma gees

Not me re-reading all that in my drafts and being done with myself🙄

His hammer reacting to Mel appearing hmm feels like a foreshadowing 👀 It was just that arcane reacts to mages of smth? idk bro a lot of the stuff is not answered

"Because you used me, and Viktor, for Hextech", Oof💀

"You never give up on me, are you?" I'm not crying it's just tears😭😭😭

Ngl I never liked the way the show never really elaborates on Vi's trauma. What do you mean she's locked up again, which is definitely traumatic, but we didn't even get a reaction to the situation except her worrying for Jinx💀 Why is Vi one of the main characters but seem to be just a person to show compassion for other characters and never has her own problems addressed? Her getting drunk and fighting dudes is not enough to show her trauma. In the end she does have an episode seeing Vander but it still doesn't feel enough for me. She always just gets up and goes and does whatever Jinx or Cait need her to do💀💀 She's really one of the lazily written charas in the show😔 I don't even care for lesbian sex bro why is Vi just a love interest at this point💀

Oh Vander is gone gone now.

..And so is Viktor.

Other parts: Part 1 Episode 7 Part 3 Episode 9

[author-orchids]

~The Princess And The Dragon~

Chapter two, everybody. Before I go on my little tangent that it seems like I'll go on before every little chapter, I will say (to all three people here) that I wouldn't feel offended if you skip my author's note here to go straight ahead to the actual story, if I have anything of meaning to say, I will put it at the top here or after the chapter.

Y'know, I do this little bit here because I feel so self conscious about what I've written but I'm only two chapters in and I am now self conscious of this but too I guess.

Anyway for the part of this introduction bit where I insult myself. So this is one of my least favorite chapters, when I wrote this I was just kinda throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks in regards to showing how the potential suitors work; as well as the book thing, which, well, you'll see. When I get to the editing stage this chapter will be completely redone.

I hate Cornelius and if he ever ends up on page again it will be while I am killing him with hammers if and only if he survives the editing stage whenever that happens

~Chapter Two~

Cornelius rested a hand on the hilt of his blade as he walked towards the towers, his armor doing little to help against the unusually cold spring day. He opened the dragon sized door. “Well it’s kind of rude to barge in without knocking isn't it Fury?” The princess said, sitting atop the head of the dragon. That dragon, the vile creature that stood between him and the princesses safety, but why was she sitting all the way up there on the dragon's head? She must be terrified. The princess slid down the dragon's neck, then down the dragon's wing to the floor. She walked to him, his confusion made no sound, the silence only broken by the sound of her bare feet hitting the floor. She only wore one piece of jewelry, a bracelet carved from a bone-white material. She wore a woolen sweater dyed the color of summer leaves and black trousers. “Hi, I’m Orchid, what's your name?” She said.

“Princess! I was sent here to save you, but you don't…”

“Don't what? I don't look like I need saved? That's probably cause I don't need saving.” She crossed her arms.

“What do you mean you don't need to be saved? You- you’re kept here by a dragon!”

“I mean exactly what I said. I don't need saved. Fury takes care of me. Also, I seem to remember asking you your name.”

“It's Cornelius. Cornelius Cornwald.”

“Whoa that's an unfortunate name.”

“What?”

“Nothing! You must be hungry, join us for dinner.”

~

As always, eating with the person the king and queen sent for her was incredibly awkward. This one was human, rather than the fae they usually liked to send, and Orchid just got a bad feeling about him. And on the topic of Fury, Cornelius spoke about the dragon as if she were a horrible beast. “That monster” “The dragon” “That thing.” There was also the fact that he was generally annoying and a horrible listener.

“Your highness, I just don't understand why you don't want to be rescued from here? From that beast who keeps you?” Cornelius said, laying his hands flat on the table. Orchid stood up, “I told you that I don't need to be saved! Have you listened to a word I've said? And for the love of the winds, stop talking about Mama Fury like she is some beast!” Orchid said, stepping closer to the knight, “You clearly are not going to be that true love's first kiss to break my curse, you haven't been here an hour and you are already a thorn in my side!” Cornelius stood up and grabbed her hand, “Orchid I’m sorry but-” Orchid pulled her hand from his, he grabbed her forearm, “-but don't you want to go home?” “This is my home, and it's time for you to leave.” Orchid said, pulling her arm away. “But I-” Cornelius started, he didn't have the chance to finish his sentence when Fury stood over him- she would have seemed to come from absolutely nowhere to the knight, but Orchid knew that Fury was waiting just out of sight- and said “She told you it's time to go.”

Cornelius backed away towards the door. “You didn't seem so afraid of me when you thought I couldnt hear you.” Fury said. Orchid offered him a small smile that did not hold kindness.

“Wait wait! You forgot your bag.” Orchid said, and Cornelius walked stiffly back over to Orchid. “Oh right, the King and Queen sent me with books to bring to you. That's yours.” He said.  “Alright, you can leave now.” Orchid waved him away, as she opened up the satchel to inspect the books in the bag. Its contents being a textbook, a storybook, something about transformations, and some fiction books.

~~~~~

Y'know, I wrote my beginning bit before I went through the chapter, and Cornelius isn't as bad as I had remembered. Still killing him with hammers.

[vampireghostlawyer]

just got home from seeing Saw X with @endlessly-vivid and I HAVE SO MANY. SO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT IT. [spoilers for saw x under the cut]

-THIS WAS FUCKING AMAZING. GENUINELY. PROBABLY MY FAVORITE SAW SINCE SAW 3, AND DEFINITELY IN MY TOP 5 SAW FILMS OF ALL TIME.

-THE REFERENCE TO THE FIRST FILM WHEN KRAMER GETS UP FROM THE BLOOD (?) TRAP THING

-the reveal was SO SO FUCKING GOOD. we obviously know john and amanda survive, but having the kid to keep the audience on their toes and desperately trying to figure out HOW we get to saw 3 after this was great

-THE VICTIMS WERE SO LIKABLE. genuinely this entire cast of victims were acted and written phenomenally. every single one of them, even someone with so little screen time like valentina or a person we're set up to hate like cecilia had SO much character and i was rooting for all of them at the same time. gabriella's performance was especially amazing, but all of them really were great

-on top of being likable, they were also all so humanized. the little details like mateo needing a translation of the tape and gabriella tossing the tape away when she got scared or trying to hit the radiation with the hammer were so great.

-ALSO how close they all got to surviving their traps was so heart wrenching and insane like i was on the edge of my seat every time.

-AMANDA AMANDA AMANDA. she has always slayed, she has always been an indie horror sweetheart but this movie was one of my favorites pieces of her that we've seen. there is so much more depth and incentive added to a lot of her actions in saw 3 now and it is gorgeous. also shawnee smith gave a beautiful performance as always

-THE HIGHLIGHTING OF JIGSAW'S HYPOCRISY CONTRASTED WITH CECILIA'S WAS AMAZING. cecilia, a wealthy white woman taking advantage of those she has privilege over being a mirror to the way jigsaw blames people for systemic problems that are often times out of their control. cecilia in general was a great villain.

-HOFFMAN CAMEO I SCREAMED.

-my one gripe with the film (sorry i love to critique) is the traps. they were all super creative and it was awesome to see an extra level of complexity added to some of them compared to prior traps, but some of them were so anatomically and medically impossible that i got annoyed watching 😭 mateo acting completely normal after removing like two inches of brain matter and everyone having unrealistically short periods to complete their tasks was annoying BUT the traps were all hella cool so i cant even be truly angry. my favorite was probably mateo's. it was the first saw trap in a while to make me wince and definitely one of the traps where i would be using those tools to kms asap instead of actually attempting to survive lmao

-autumn brought this up to me and i agree so much but the return to some of the classic saw editing was so refreshing and nostalgic.

-i have so many other thoughts but this is all i can organize right now. AHHH, 4.5/5 stars, can't remember the last time i was so hyped in a theater

[missmungoe]

💌 Hello!

💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Several of my long-running fics are close to being finished, and the first one out will be my Selkie AU, Moon and Her Maiden! On the night before leaving East Blue, Shanks encounters a selkie while skinny-dipping, get a kiss for his troubles, and then decides to stick around for a while, much to Makino's horror, who really hadn't thought that far and who now has to keep her identity a secret. Cue classic secret identity tropes, moonlit swims and water kisses, and, as always, an unhelpfully meddling crew. (It's also fairly raunchy, just fyi!)

I'm almost done editing the final chapter, which clocked in at just under 30K, and with luck I'll be posting it next week! I've already posted a snippet, but from the bonus chapter that I'm totally not writing:

Moonsongs

She wondered sometimes how her mother had managed, raising a selkie child with no knowledge of her kind, and the ways she’d differed from human children.

“Are you sure this is safe?”

The question drew her eyes from the horizon to where he stood beside her, waist-deep in the surf. He was holding their baby daughter above the water, cooing excitedly at the fish below the clear surface.

“Yeah, this seems a bit premature, Makino,” a voice called from the shore.

“She’s not even walking yet!”

Turning her head found the rest of his crew were gathered on the shore behind them, their expressions conveying similar concerns. Makino had half a mind to tell them they shouldn’t be pointing fingers, who didn’t have a prudent bone between them.

Well, there was Ben, but even he looked like he might voice his concerns. Or like he desperately needed a smoke.

Having found allies to back his case, “See?” Shanks asked. “I’m not the only one with misgivings.”

“She was born in the water, Shanks,” Makino reminded him. “And she needs to learn to change at some point.”

“But she’s so little,” Shanks said, holding her closer as she giggled and kicked her feet, her sealskin slipping into her brow, the sunlight bringing out the dappled spots in the red pelt. "What if something snaps her up?"

"There's nothing big enough to eat her for miles," Makino said, reaching up to adjust her pelt until it was sitting atop her hair, her little toothless grin beaming. "Besides, I'm not worried about that. He's looking out for her."

The look he gave her told her what he thought about this particular arrangement, but while he had a temper, the Lord of the Coast wouldn't let anything happen to her daughter.

Still not convinced, “What if a current carries her off?" Shanks asked, lifting her as Rowan made a giggling lurch for the water. "Did you think about that?"

“She’s half seal,” Makino pointed out, prim. "If it does, she'll swim back."

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Dadan said, her arms crossed where she stood on the beach behind them, her tail swinging lazily. With a nod at Ace, “I tossed you in when you were a few months old, and you turned out fine. Babies are buoyant.”

Blinking, Ace looked up at her. “You did what?”

“Explains a few things,” Sabo mused, only to get an unamused look from his brother.

"At least I float," Ace said, with a nod at Luffy. "Unlike hammer boy over here."

"Eh?" Luffy asked, and seeing their looks, "Oh, right! I can't swim."

"How did you survive this long without us?" Ace sighed, adjusting his straw hat where it had slipped into his brow.

“I still think we should wait longer,” Shanks said. “What about when she’s thirty? That sounds reasonable.”

Murmured agreement from the crew ashore, as Makino briefly considered just pushing him in, baby and all.

[osarina]

🧛/🐉

Aemond saying “more domestic pursuits” … get off my screen, I’ll cut you

“There is Princess Rhaena” and then the idea gets shut down again… LET HER SHINE‼️‼️

WHOAAAAAA I WAS NOT EXPECTING MYSARIA AND RHAENYRA TO ACTUALLY KISS OH MY GOD

I suspected there was Something earlier, with all their ga(y)zes and whatnot, but this was truly not expecting them to actually do that! I’m very happy!! My Rhaenicent heart was going crazy because THEY COULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY UGHHHHH

I do love how important the lower class is becoming in the show, it kinda feels like where I am in GOT (season 6 episode 3/4-ish) which is super cool

In the podcast episode for this one, they said something like “what does wielding power look like as a woman in this world” and so I was very happy that Rhaenyra got to slap someone ☺️

But we need some action up in this joint, I fear. Two consecutive non-action episodes of hotd… how am I supposed to survive in these conditions

If I have any other thots, I will let you know, but I’m soooo excited for more dragon time ‼️‼️

yo okay. aemond is actually pissing me off so much LOL. like everytime i see him on my screen i get mad and edits of him keep popping up on my fyp and it just PISSES ME OFF like he's so arrogant i actually can't stand him. him and criston cole need the guillotine as soon as possible

NOOOOOOOOO STOP ABOUT RHAENA BECAUSE IVE HEARD RUMORSSSSS IVE HEARD RUMORS DO YOU WANT TO HEAR THE RUMORS OR DO YOU NOT WANT TO HEAR THE RUMORS IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED ABOUT IT

i was soooooo bittersweet about the mysaria + rhaenyra kiss because im still bitter about how they didn't show rhaenyra's relationship with laena in season 1 ... but at the same time i LOVEEEEEE mysaria and i love seeing my favorite girlies be with each other

OMGGGGG the riot in king's landing was actually one of my favorite scenes so far. i also really love what i think they're about to do with hugh hammer bc iirc, in the book they didnt rlly flesh him out all too much ?? and im really excited to see where they take his character in the future

omg ... me and my family have been talking to this, they've truly been dragging this season on, i've been dying for more action. although at the same time .. i'm so scared that they're gonna end the season with the battle of the gullet and that will actually destroy me

[terribletoonietuesday]

Cool Cat Saves the Kids (2015)

So I've known of this for ages and deep down I figured the masses of clips online was all I needed but here we go. Glad I watched this at the beginning of my Painathon of Doom so I wasn't grumpy and tired cause as much as I enjoyed this it does suck and it is stupid as fuck. It says theis version is the 'Directors cut". I wonder what had to be cut out before ? Is this the version with Cool Cats full frontal nudity or does he kill a man in this cut? The film is made by a guy called Derek Savage who stars in the movie as Cool Cats dad. Cool cat calls him daddy Derek which sounds like it's alluding to Derek being divorced and Cool Cat was raised by his mom and "other dad". But we eventually meet Cool Cats mom, who is also a giant cat and we find she is married to human Derek. So Derek is his second dad. Cool Cats mom left her mascot costume husband for Derek because Derek owns a construction company and has a lot of money. They flirt alot and Derek looks so longingly at Cat Mom, it's totally a furry thing. The movie starts with Cool Cat in his large Beverly Hills house with his parents. So Derek Savage is a rich guy and yet this is still the bullshit he makes. Basically there is no plot and sure eventually Cool Cat tries to teach a bully how to be nice but mainly it's just a day in the life of Cool Cat filmed like a reality show. In the first five minutes Cool Cat paints and Derek tells him how good he is. Then cool cat wants to record a rap song so Derek records it and it's the most embarrassing thing you've ever seen. I've heard the song before but when you see Derek's reaction faces it's twice as bad. Cool Cat is dubbed in post BUT he still sounds like a guy in a mascot head. There is a second rap further in the movie but with no explanation Cool Cat has a different voice for that one (obviously they heard how awful the first one was). In less than 5 minutes Cool cat has basically preached to us about politeness and positivity and then for no reason we get a whole lesson on recycling. This "film" is about a dozen PSA shorts edited in one. We are still only 6 minutes in Derek takes Cool cat on a motorcycle ride but neither wears a helmet. So I see how it is Cool Cat your American Christian values only apply to what you found important and no real basis of rules or reasoning. I knew Derek Savage was a questionably odd and problematic person but he makes you forget the whole bully sub plot as he just shows himself off. Showing off his real house, his Van Halen signed guitar , there is a super creepy scene where we watch him practice martial arts with Kana blades on a tree in his backyard for no reason at all. My favorite scene is where Derek takes Cool Cat to a slum house that he is remodeling. The way he pushes Cool Cat into the house (because obviously he can't see where he is going) . Derek places Cool Cat against a wall that he needs to knock down and then goes to get a sledge hammer while talking oddly slowly. I thought oh this is it this is when Derek kills Cool Cat with a hammer and leaves him to die in this abandoned house. Sadly he just shows him how to knock a wall. Derek then gets an axe and we legit learn he is nuts. But sadly Cool Cat survives. Oh yeah Erik Estrada , Vivika A Fix and Cynthia Rothrock show up and it is super awkward. However if you see all the Asylum productions and similar films they have all done in recent years you know Cool Cat was not the worst thing they've done. I have not even talked about the cliche bully kid who obviously gets bullied way more than anyone else in this film. But I got so much more in this Painathon today so I guess you just got to watch it yourself. Oh shit I've been writing so much on this garbage. I feel weak after the dark twist ending and I'm only one film in but I'm already dizzy. I have legit lots brain cells and dropped huge levels of IQ. This is not a good sign. Not cool.

[babiebom]

Doctor Who Villains and how I Feel about Them

A/N: idk why I’m on a doctor who streak right now(yes I do it’s taken the place of number one special interest again) but here’s some more of my scuffed content regarding it as a person who has only seen the revival of the show. Though I’ve said I probably won’t watch classic who the edits are getting to me and I might watch all of classic who literally just for Sarah Jane and the Doctor(all of them) being chaotic in a different way than they are in nuwho(I did not know the man used to throw hands like that why did no one tell me?). No the master is not included as a villain because they’re the loml and neither are the Ood it’s not their fault people be mind controlling them. The ratings are how much they scare me so 10 is a lot 0 is none

Tw: mentions of murder, cursing, death, yk dw things!!

Bc: at least 3 or 4 for each maybe more lmao

Doctor Who Masterlist

Daleks

Idk they’re not really scary to me

Like I’d probably be killed by them but they don’t scare me

Like oh no they can shoot at me

I’m from Texas people have guns here that’s like basic

Like I don’t think they’d let me get close enough

But if they did I think I could beat a dalek up

I would actually find a way I genuinely think they’re annoying

EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE

Literally became one of the sounds I copy

Kinda iconic ngl but they show up way too damn much

I feel like the characters should be allowed to curse when Daleks are around

Like oh my fucking god YOU AGAIN?

DO YALL EVER GIVE UP DAMN????!!!!!

Literally I’m on season one of classic who and they show up HERE like WTF

6/10

Cybermen

Cybermen only scare me bc they kinda give me uncanny valley vibes bc they’re used to be humans.

Like that creeps me out

But I do think I could survive them if I hid well enough

Like actually they’re like only finding people who are making it obvious that they’re hiding

I’m turning off all the lights and opening the doors to make it look like my house has already been gone through

Like zombies but robots

8/10

Weeping Angels

Terrifying

Actually I hate them so much

Like WYM IM NOT ALLOWED TO BLINK

and as a black person I do NOT want to be sent back in time

I think I’d attempt to do the blink one eye at a time thing but I think I’d fail bc I’d be to focused on that

I WOULD however attempt to hit them with a sledgehammer

Like actually I would try to destroy them and then probably be sent back bc I don’t think that’s possible unless it is

I haven’t seen anyone try to just wreck they shit

15/10

Slitheen

They’re not scary at all

What are they gonna do fart me to death

I’m pretty sure it’s something like baking soda that you can kill them with

Like actually they’re no match for my feralness

And since they need larger people (in size and in height) they won’t go after me bc even though I’m chubby I’m short so they won’t try to get me anyways

Literally so easy

And I think they could just be straight up shot

2/10

Sontarans

They have no necks how are they gonna get me fr

Like actually again all they’re gonna do is shoot me

What are they gonna do CHASE ME?

Like if I hide well enough I can bonk them like Donna did

EZ

I feel like if I asked for hand to hand combat they might indulge me

They don’t know I know this one simple trick (being an absolute menace)

4/10

Beep The Meep

Unlike Rose Temple-Noble (or Noble-Temple)

I would not have been nice

I would’ve killed him with a hammer bc wtf

But probably if I didn’t kill him he would’ve killed me bc it’s hard to manipulate me because I’m always confused

Like he would actually get tired of me

And I don’t want the police at my house so you gotta go sorry

Like my dogs will tear you apart get out of here loser

3/10

The Empty Child

SCARY

Have you seen my mommy

Like actually scawwy

Like he’s just a baby and I would be gasmasked immediately bc I can’t help but try to comfort a child

I mean I literally work in childcare it’s something that I can’t help but to be like “omg well find your mommy baby it’s gonna be okay!!” Then immediately I’m possessed or whatever he did to those people

Kid is adorable tho

7/10

The Carrionites

The witches

Eh

They’re not really scary

And I don’t think I’d be in their way because I’m a woman and not powerful at all

So they won’t try to kill me or anything

Like actually irrelevant to their plot and they’re irrelevant to mine

Kinda funny tho

3/10

Cassandra

I mean in the words of the ninth doctor what is she gonna do? Moisturize me?

Like she’s a sentient trampoline she’s not scary at all

Literally throw something at her and she’s dead

Like somehow she managed to take over Rose’s body but like she wouldn’t do that to me

Not scary at all

Moisturize meeeeeeeeeeee

-2/10

The Celestial Toymaker

I LIKE HIM

I want to be twirled around by him!!!!!!!

But also I’m bad at games and can only win by accident

So I would actually be trapped in his dimension bc I would lose

But like eh? Not so bad me thinks

Especially if I can get him to change the terms of the game

He just seems so fun but tbh I think I would get tired of him quickly lmao

5/10

The Family of Blood

I’ve only watched the episodes once each because I actually hate them

So I don’t remember anything other than Martha threatening them with a gun

And honestly if they could be killed by that I think I’m fine

Like what were their powers or like ways of killing people

I don’t remember honestly just possessed people I think

Like that’s like not really scary seeing as they weren’t climbing walls and their heads weren’t spinning as far as I remember

2/10

The Thing in Midnight

Terrifying but also funny

Like haha you’re copying me

Jokes on you I’m not scared I’m just gonna be amused bc I’m gonna make you say stupid things

But also scary bc do not take my voice or my movement that’s mean

I just wanna make you say things that I think are funny be NICE TO ME

like actually I would’ve had fun but would’ve been scared in that episode

Though again in not easily manipulated so I wouldn’t have been part of the screaming and panic

Like would I have committed violence against stupid married couple and the train lady like WYM KICK HIM OUT OF THE SHIP ARE YOU DUMB

I feel like they all lacked common sense that episode but again I’m supposed to be talking about the thing

6/10

Futurekind

They’re literally just people but cannibals?

With sharp teeth

Like that’s not really scary that stuff exists right now

Like it didn’t looks like they ran faster nor did they have like special abilities

We’re afraid of guns and could be kept out by a fence

Actually just people

I could literally just shoot at them and they’d leave

Like okay you’re cannibals so are people now you’re not special and people get body mods all the time.

1/10

Judoon

Scary because they’re dumb

Like they don’t really understand anything except for their concept of justice and would kill me in an instant

Also kinda ugly

SHO TO RO TO LO TO FLO TO

I like the way they talk

But also if you’re innocent odds are they’ll leave you alone?

Unless you try to fight against them

So not really scary just like…honestly similar to the bad cops out there

Like scary but I shouldn’t be in their presence because I don’t think I do anything wrong

7/10

The NotThings

Honestly I just think clones are scary

Like you know that thing that’s like what would you do if a clone of you was right in front of you and it’s like fuck it or whatever

I would kill her

Not because I hate myself but seeing myself would terrify me and I would have to kill her out of sheer panic

And the fact that the more you think or talk the more they copy until they’re 100 percent an exact copy of you.

And irl with my friends I do have an unhinged sense of humor so they wouldn’t even be able to tell anything is wrong bc I talk about eating them and keeping them as a taxidermied thing every day because that how I portray my love (I swear I’m normal)

So they would be able to say all sorts of shit and my friends would be like lmao yeah that’s her unless they eat or do something I would absolutely never do

9/10 scary

The Silence

Do they even do anything except for be there?

Like I don’t think they bother people unless they’re feeling particularly evil I guess

They’re literally just npc’s

Like the most terrifying thing is like them being there when I poop or shower or something and I just keep forgetting they’re there.

So scary kinda but not really

They’re just kinda ugly

4/10

The Beast

I don’t remember anything about this person or thing

Other than it’s just like…satan?

Don’t kill me but I haven’t gone back to watch any season 2 episodes so I don’t really remember

So not really scary just alien satan

Like all I remember is the drawing on dudes face like oh well

And I’m pretty sure the doctor defeated him by breaking some vase or something

Because I don’t remember he gets a low scare rating

3/10

The Smilers

I DONT THINK I WATCHED THIS WHOLE EPISODE

But I was not happy with the doll head thing turn around and look angry

Like NAUR WHAT DID I DO?????????

Was this the episode with the big ass space whale????

I think they were feeding the whale

They kinda terrified me bc imagine going to like a fortune teller booth with the little fake people and it just gives you a bad fortune and it’s face is mad at you now

Like HUH was misfortune am I gonna have because of this

Like 6/10

A literal Sun

BURN WITH MEEEEEEEEE

I just rewatched 42

Honestly scary in the fact that I hate the sun because it’s too hot and I hate it when it’s hot

And the fact that it’s a LIVING SUN and can POSSESS PEOPLE

Like WTF do you mean??????

But also I would have never done what miss girl did so I would not be forced to burn

Also I just read a hella good fic on ao3 that’s tenmartha and the sun is still possessing ten and is OBSESSED with Martha and literally only wants love.

So that has also changed my opinion

So like 5/10 scary but wouldn’t try to kill me because I’m nice.

Tecteun

THIS BITCH

I’m not scared of her nor will I ever be

Would beat her to death with my own hands

Or with a hammer

Deserves no kindness

Like actually who takes advantage of an actual child?????

Insane people that’s who

She better hope she never sees me out in these streets

-5000/10

Toclafane

This just makes me sad

Like they really wanted to go to Utopia and ended up as these things???????

Also just balls that can shoot you????

I think a baseball bat and a good swing would allow you to survive as long as it’s only like one or two

They also have the spinny knives but I think you can avoid them if you try and aren’t trapped

Like haha you stupid metal ball try to get me now as I go in all the hidey holes that you can’t fit in because you’re METAL

6/10

Vashta Nerada

THESE EPISODES WERE NOT OKAY

like what do you MEAN there’s little monsters in shadows

I have to SLEEP in the dark

What do you MEAN they’re responsible for the bones left in roadkill WTF

actually terrifying

Can just kill me whenever it’s dark?

BFFR

They’re name is actually cool though

Also the episode we meet miss mother river song

But like can turn me into just bones in a second

That’s rude

Literally no way to survive unless you’re always in light

And they can turn lights off (I think) so like ur fucked dude

10/10

The Autons

Terrifying

I’m already scared of mannequins and this is like a nightmare come true.

The only way I survive this is if I immediately run

Like I don’t think y’all understand I HATE MANNEQUINS

Also the fact that their limbs can still move detached is scary

Like actually being an adult that’s already afraid of these things I would actually just piss my pants and die on the spot

Only funny part is nine being choked in the back ground and even my first time watching I was so nervous for him

And auton Mickey is actually a nightmare I hated that

9/10 hate them

[chipped-chimera]

Thought I'd do a little bit of a personal update! I'm doing the reorganising thing which is still slow but really motivating - enough that I'm having good energy days where I'm getting more done! I should be able to start work on the new fish tank soon!

More commentary/thoughts/where I'm going creatively below the cut. (It might be a bit heavy, you've been warned - check tags for more info)

EDIT: Fixed Tumblr borking this, now looks like how this WAS SUPPOSED TO oof

So I'm in the process of redoing my entire office just to fit this fish thank (which has now been leak tested so we're good to go), as well as reorganising based on tips I picked up from this book for people with ADHD that I've found massively helpful. Honestly it's been great for helping me just THROW SHIT OUT because while I can have my moments of ruthless detachment and clear inventory my family is very much a 'use/reuse/reappropriate' kind of deal, which while great often gives me hesitation throwing stuff out primarily because of that pressure - especially when I'm stuck living with them. Now I know it's necessary to get everything to a state where it will STAY organised.

It's also let me take inventory of the stupid amount of traditional media art supplies which have been sitting there since high school in near pristine unused condition (we are talking a LOT of very useable acrylic paints here) and get them all organised. After chatting with my psychologist yesterday I've bought more/replacements for things I had to throw out (literally dry as a bone markers) as she literally said she 'very much encouraged' my idea of starting a visual art diary to help process emotions and stuff.

I know over the years my inspiration to do stuff has withered, usually because it's been hammered by bad moods (caused primarily by external forces I could not control on top of my already battered neurology). I know now because of shit in my past that has been largely unresolved, art has never been an outlet for emotions for me because I'm so afraid of taking up space. Despite emotions being a powerful source for art, I rarely draw on them both because I have spent so much time trying not to feel them or hiding them because unfortunately my history is one of a lot of rejection, right down to a very young age where my caregivers should have been way more on the ball. It's helped me acknowledge my way of expressing love and affection is kind of fucked - when I feel close to someone or like them a lot it has the opposite effect where I instinctively want to pull away from them because I'm scared I'm going to 'ruin it', like my life is tainted and by associating with them I'll drag them down somehow. I know it's silly but it's very hard to get past because it's automatic - that was the only way I was guarenteed to get affection, if I was the most borin, biddable, palatable child in existence who caused no problems, even if it meant enduring physical and emotional pain alone. I inherently find it hard to trust people being genuine about liking me as a person because I'm just waiting for the shoe to drop when they realise I'm too much hassle - which unfortunately was the circumstance my relationship ended around so yeah, that did not fucking help. Basically I go from being really comfortable around someone to masking intensely and yeah that is NOT GOOD. I also legit feel the reason I have alexytheimia is because I had to develop a buffer so early in my life just to survive as far as I have.

I'm hoping art journalling will help me process some of those thoughts and feelings and I still want to try and show them, just to show myself they DO have value, they are a valid part of the human experience and they should be allowed to take up space - I do not need to hide them away or cut pieces of myself out to become more 'palateable' to people. So yeah um, I guess there will be some vent art, I don't know if I'll post only to my art blog or here because it's more sketchy shit and I reserve the art blog for finished pieces now ... either way knowing me it's going to be highly metaphorical and symbolic so I don't know how 'triggering' it could be but either way I'll probably tag the absolute shit out of it just to make sure I don't adversely effect someone (yes I am aware of the irony in me saying that as it's basically me trying to 'not ruin' things again but even putting it out there at all is a big enough step - also tags are just basic decency).

So uh ... That's what I've been up to? Also why I've been kind of shit about WIP Wednesday tagging and responding to other tag games (which I am now once again remembering a bunch of that I STILL have sitting in my motifs cause I still wanna do them ; m ;) I think I tend to get something like reverse SAD this time of year, arguably for the same reasons SAD develops - it gets so damn hot that I have the curtains closed in my office (which has the biggest window in the house) all day to keep the heat out. So arguably I have just made 'tiny dark winter' for about two months because I ain't going outside when it's over 30C (aka the temp tomorrow. And the day after THAT. Fuck I hate summer). Just instead of dark and cold it's dark and sweaty - feeling clammy also being a sensory problem for me so all around BAD TIME until the season changes :/

Outside of all that I'm speculating writing a wlw romance in a western setting because I have had on off cowboy rot since forever and I should probably do something with that already. Currently speculative Native American love interest/secondary protagonist with a background that probably touches on maybe the boarding schools and then reconnection with culture. We've had similar stories with our indigenous population in Australia unfortunately (colonialism is a plague) so I can sort of have some understanding but I probably need to hit the books on that one. For any Americans/Canadians reading this if you know some good books, PLEASE send me your references, I really want to make sure I do this right. I reblogged a post a few days ago about how Native Americans are often dehumanised in westerns and they just become part of the landscape, and I really want to push against that. Also do some contrasting against how oppressive western colonial era culture was by comparison to native culture honestly because I feel that would be a really interesting dynamic. Idk when/if stuff with this project will start happening but we'll see.

If you read this far, thanks! It's pretty validating to know people care this much, since it's hard for me to believe people do care a lot of the time because of all the above bullshit. So just so you know, I love you guys 💖 and you get a bonus cat:

Tiny p.s. living with my parents now is very different from when I was a child, I know the people who caused me hurt are long, long gone. They are not the same people anymore - so I am okay! It's still frustrating but more for the reasons of wishing I had my own (bigger) space to live in and put all my stuff and just 'I am a 30 year old extremely supressed lesbian speed running puberty and this environment is not conducive to exploring that' if anything. While I'm out with my Mum I can't like ... talk about that shit lol. So yeah, frustrating but for entirely different reasons. Just clearing that up.

[bylightofdawn]

Doing my first edit run through grammarly and I am ded at this suggested auto-correct. 1) How is that in any way less clunky? 2) It's not even the right context. 3) This is why you cannot trust AI at the end of the day.

EDIT: Finished my first edit of chapter 22. I really should be a good girl and call it quits early. Need to wake up a little earlier tomorrow because I have another fun, fun choke full of shit to do afternoon.

I'm going to the rheumatologist and I need all the good vibes ya'll can spare. I'm fervently hoping I don't have RA. My x-rays already show I have bone spurs in my fingers so I have osteoarthritis if nothing else. And it feels so disheartening for someone who isn't even to their mid-40's yet. I mean, you have this preconceived idea that arthritis is something you have to deal with when you're in your 60's. And I've been battling this chronic pain since my early 30's.

It's definitely bumming me out lately and has been a bit of a mind-fuck.

So the idea of me having something like rheumatoid arthritis on top of it all (or something else) just...freaks me out. My mom went on liability in her early 60's because of her RA diagnosis and I saw the way she suffers so it freaks me out that that may be my future. Sure, it's not a hugely disruptive, life-changing diagnosis like MS or anything of that sort.

But I'm also not going to dismiss my uncertainty and anxiety because it's definitely a perfectly reasonable thing to experience in this situation. It also hammers home I really need to get off my ass and find a therapist who I can start going to.

My coping mechanisms have been failing the past six months and I feel like I've been in survival mode and it's beginning to show.

So yeah, gimme all the good vibes ya'll got, I need it.