#oh carlos. you absolute disaster of a man

[indecisive-dizzy]

been thinking about The Book of Life and the fandom way back when. specifically the trans Manolo headcanons akfhakdgajdha

It's so funny to me! In a trans!Manolo universe Carlos really said

"You can be a man, son. But if you're gonna be a man You're gonna be a SÁNCHEZ MAN!"

[connieluvsr]

DUTY CALLS / series / 1

pairing : police officer carlos reyes x paramedic tk strand

genre : 911lone star universe, fluff, angst, smut, more to be added

summary : “A glimpse into Carlos and T.K.’s dangerous lives, balancing the chaos of emergency calls with quiet moments. A series.”

warnings : violence, trauma and medical emergencies, mental issues health, substance abuse, natural disasters, homophobia and discrimination, injuries, profanity, frightening and intense scenes, sexual scenes, sweet moments of carlos and tk lol and HOT CARLOS

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59486755/chapters/151710301

a/n: hi and welcome to a series of daily stuff thats going on in carlos and tk’s lives, like unadded scenes if you prefer, i like to imagine that’s happening on a daily basis, and i absolutely despise that we don’t see them on the field together 99% of the time. hope you enjoy and happy reading!! i’ll be uploading this on my ao3 too, it’s tarlosstape (ik)

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911 Call Dispatcher: “911, what’s your emergency?”

Caller (panicked): “There’s a robbery happening right now! It’s at the corner store on Fifth and Maple. They’ve got guns—oh my God, they’re shooting! People are hurt! I—please hurry!”

The storm outside rages, wind howling through the streets as rain pounds relentlessly on the city of Austin. Lightning flashes, casting brief, eerie shadows over the scene. The police scanner crackles as Officer Carlos Reyes listens closely while gripping the steering wheel of his patrol car. He’s already on his way, lights flashing, sirens blaring, the wet roads slick beneath the tires.

“Shots fired. Multiple injured,” the dispatcher confirms over the radio.

Carlos swerves onto Maple Street, skidding slightly as he pulls up in front of the store. His sharp eyes scan the chaos—shattered windows, civilians crouching behind cars for cover, and two masked gunmen, backing out of the store with bags of cash and weapons in hand. One man already lies bleeding on the sidewalk.

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his gun, stepping out of his vehicle and shouting over the storm, “Austin PD! Drop your weapons!” His voice cuts through the thunder and rain, firm and commanding.

The robbers hesitate for a split second, then one makes a run for it, bolting down the street. The other, more reckless, raises his weapon toward Carlos. Without missing a beat, Carlos fires, hitting the man in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and crumple to the ground. Carlos sprints forward, kicking the gun aside and cuffing the injured man before calling for backup.

More police vehicles arrive, but Carlos has already started pursuing the second suspect, rain blurring his vision. Just as he rounds a corner, he tackles the man, pinning him to the ground with practiced precision. Sirens wail in the background, backup arriving as Carlos handcuffs the second robber.

Minutes later, as the rain continues to pour, the sound of an ambulance cuts through the storm. T.K., Nancy, and Tommy pull up in their paramedic vehicle, the flashing lights reflecting off the wet streets. The trio quickly exits, medical bags in hand, ready to help the injured.

Carlos, soaked and standing over the now subdued suspects, turns as T.K. strides toward him. For a brief moment, they exchange a glance—a silent nod between them, full of mutual respect and understanding. T.K.’s eyes linger on Carlos just a bit longer, checking in silently, before he gets back to work.

Nancy is already kneeling beside the man on the sidewalk, assessing his gunshot wound, while Tommy coordinates with the other first responders. Despite the storm, they work with practiced efficiency, moving between the injured civilians, checking vitals, and applying pressure to wounds.

As the chaos slowly subsides, Carlos watches the team in action, relieved but focused. T.K. meets his eyes one more time before loading the injured into the ambulance, giving him a small smile despite the tension of the moment. Both know their jobs are far from done.

——————-

An hour later, Carlos stands in the dimly lit Austin police station, dripping from the relentless storm outside. The buzz of fluorescent lights hums overhead, echoing through the busy place as officers hustle between desks, phones ringing and paperwork piling up. Carlos leans against the desk, typing up his report, his soaked uniform sticking to his skin. He wipes a bead of water from his forehead and sighs, exhaustion creeping in.

Just as he finishes entering his statement about the robbery and arrests, a familiar voice calls from behind him. “Reyes,” Detective Ortega steps into view, clipboard in hand, her sharp eyes scanning him. Ortega is seasoned, with graying hair pulled back into a tight bun and a no-nonsense demeanor. She always gets straight to the point.

“Those two you brought in tonight—real pieces of work,” she mutters, sliding into the seat across from him. “We’ve got them booked, but I need you to walk me through what went down. The DA’s gonna want details, and I don’t want any gaps.”

Carlos nods, setting his report aside. “Two suspects—one I managed to detain on the scene, and the other made a run for it, but I caught up to him around the corner. The first guy—took a shot at me. I returned fire, hit him in the shoulder. Called in for backup right after.” He runs a hand through his damp hair. “They both had weapons, and there were multiple injuries inside and outside the store. Paramedics team handled the civilians.”

Ortega studies him for a moment, her expression unreadable, then flips through her clipboard. “Ballsy move, engaging them alone in that storm. You know the risks,” she says, her tone almost reprimanding but softening as she continues. “But good work. The one you shot is being patched up at the hospital under guard. The other one… he’s gonna talk. We’re looking at possible connections to a larger string of robberies.”

Carlos leans forward, crossing his arms. “This wasn’t just a random hit?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Not according to what we’re digging up. The guy you tackled—he’s got priors. Armed robbery, assault. But this particular group? They’ve been linked to a couple of heists in the city’s outer limits. We think tonight was them testing the waters, seeing if they could push into downtown. Your call-in might’ve stopped something bigger.”

Carlos nods, absorbing the information. “Glad we got them off the streets before anyone else got hurt.”

Ortega glances up from her notes, giving him a small but approving smile. “You did good tonight, Reyes. You and that paramedic team. The fact that you can keep your head straight in a situation like that…” She trails off, but Carlos knows the unspoken weight behind her words. She respects his instincts, but she’s always cautious when her officers get too close to danger.

He shifts in his seat, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease a little. “Thanks, Detective. I just want to make sure we stay ahead of this. If these guys have been pulling jobs outside the city, they’re bound to try again.”

Ortega raises an eyebrow. “Which is why I want you in on the follow-up. I need someone on the ground who knows the streets, knows how these guys operate. You up for it?”

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. “Absolutely.”

She scribbles something down on her clipboard, nodding in approval. “Good. Get yourself dried off, and then go home. You’ve earned it. We’ll debrief tomorrow morning.”

Carlos stands, ready to head out, but before he leaves, Ortega stops him with one last remark, her tone lighter. “And, Reyes… check in with that paramedic of yours. He looked at you like he was gonna have a heart attack when he saw you at the scene.”

Carlos feels a flush rise to his face but manages a smirk. “I’ll check in with him,” he replies, his voice carrying a hint of warmth as he walks away, shaking off the adrenaline of the night.

Carlos: Hey baby, you good?

A moment later, T.K.’s reply buzzes back.

T.K.: im fine, but are you? that was intense. just don’t get shot again pls

Carlos wipes his hair with a towel as he finishes typing a message to T.K., leaning against his locker in the station’s changing room. His fingers fly across the screen.

Carlos : Of course, coming home in a bit. Just gotta change out of these soaked clothes.

He tosses his phone on the couch and starts peeling off his wet uniform. The heavy storm outside has left the air thick and damp, even inside the building. He grabs a dry towel from his bag, running it through his hair and over his skin, before pulling on fresh jeans and a t-shirt. As he fastens his belt, he hears his phone buzz again.

T.K.: good, im waiting with hot tea and something hotter :*

Carlos smile got wider, feeling warmth flood through him. After the night he’s had, the thought of being home with T.K., sitting in the dry comfort of their apartment, is the only thing he’s looking forward to. He tosses the towel in the corner, ready to head out.

But just as he’s about to close his locker, his radio crackles to life.

“Reyes, we need you back in the field.” It’s Ortega, her voice sharp over the line. “There’s been another incident at the same location—deeper than we thought. The storm’s making it worse. Backup’s already on the way, but I need you to roll out.”

Carlos’s stomach drops. He glances at his reflection in the mirror, barely able to believe what he’s hearing. He was just there. The scene had been secured, the suspects apprehended, and the injured civilians taken care of. But now, with the storm intensifying, it sounds like the situation has escalated into something far worse.

He reaches for his radio. “Copy that. I’m on my way.”

The rain beats down hard as Carlos arrives at the scene. The corner store, once just the site of a robbery, now looks like a disaster zone. Water floods the streets, pooling up to his ankles as he steps out of the car. Emergency lights flash through the downpour, illuminating the chaos. The wind howls, bending trees and sending debris flying down the street.

Carlos quickly scans the area. A power line has come down across the road, its live wires sparking dangerously close to the rising water. Civilians are trapped inside nearby buildings, unable to leave with the flooding making the streets impassable. Ortega’s already there, barking orders at a group of officers trying to cordon off the area.

“Carlos!” Ortega shouts as she spots him approaching. “We’ve got a mess. That live wire hits the water, and this whole area could turn into a death trap. We’re evacuating the nearby buildings, but we’re running out of time. The rain’s only getting worse.”

Carlos nods, quickly assessing the situation. He watches as emergency responders scramble to move people out of harm’s way, their boots splashing through the rising flood. The power line swings in the wind, just inches above the water now.

“We need to keep the civilians as far from this as possible,” Ortega continues, her voice barely audible over the storm. “I need you to take that side,” she gestures toward a nearby alley where a group of people are huddled under an awning, trapped by the water on both sides.

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. He moves swiftly toward the alley, wading through the water as the rain slashes across his face. The civilians look at him with a mix of fear and desperation, their eyes wide as the storm rages around them.

“Everyone, listen up!” Carlos shouts over the wind. “We’re getting you out of here, but you need to stay calm and follow me.” He motions toward a narrow path that leads away from the main street, where rescue teams are setting up a safer evacuation route.

One by one, he helps the civilians through the flooded alley, guiding them away from the live wires and into the arms of waiting responders. The rain keeps coming, harder now, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. Lightning cracks in the distance, casting brief flashes of light over the darkened city.

As the last of the group makes their way out, Carlos glances back toward the power lines. The water’s rising faster than expected, creeping dangerously close to the sparking wire. He radios in quickly. “Ortega, we need that power cut now. It’s about to hit the water.”

“Working on it,” she responds, tension thick in her voice.

Carlos watches, heart pounding, as the line sways in the wind, just inches from the flood. Minutes pass like hours, but finally, the sparks stop, and the line goes dead.

With the civilians evacuated and the power line neutralized, Carlos allows himself a brief moment to breathe. The rain keeps pounding, but at least, for now, they’ve managed to prevent a disaster.

Hours later, the rain has eased, though the city is still reeling from the storm’s impact. Carlos stands at the edge of the scene, drenched and exhausted, watching as the last of the emergency vehicles pull away. The corner store, now eerily quiet, remains a stark reminder of how quickly things can spiral out of control.

Carlos finally makes it home, the rain still drumming against the streets as he steps inside. He’s soaked to the bone, every inch of his body heavy with exhaustion. The quiet of the apartment is a stark contrast to the chaos of the night, but it feels like a different world as he closes the door behind him, shutting out the storm.

The soft glow of a nearby lamp casts a warm light over the living room. T.K. is asleep on the couch, a blanket half-draped over him. His chest rises and falls gently, completely unaware of Carlos’s entrance. The room is peaceful, but a glance around shows signs of waiting: two plates of food on the table, untouched, and a cup of tea sitting beside one of them, long gone cold.

Carlos feels a wave of warmth, despite the cold and wet clinging to him. He quietly shrugs off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door, careful not to wake T.K. The sight of him asleep, clearly having waited up, tugs at something deep inside Carlos—part relief, part gratitude. It’s been a hell of a night, and this is exactly where he needs to be.

He moves to the table, noticing the now-cold dinner that had been thoughtfully prepared for him. He presses his lips together, feeling guilty for being so late without any explanation. Still, the effort T.K. put into making sure he’d come home to something comforting doesn’t go unnoticed.

Carlos walks over to the couch, crouching beside T.K. for a moment, watching him sleep. The tension of the night begins to fade as he just breathes in the calmness of the room.

Gently, he places a hand on T.K.’s arm, not wanting to startle him but knowing he should get him to bed.

T.K. stirs slightly, blinking awake. His eyes flutter open, and it takes him a second to register Carlos kneeling next to him. “Hey…” his voice is groggy, still heavy with sleep, but his brow furrows when he sees how soaked Carlos is. “You’re… completely drenched.”

Carlos gives a tired smile. “Yeah, the storm got a lot worse. I’m so so sorry I’m late.” He gestures to the table. “I see you waited up for me.” He whispers softly, kissing his forehead.

T.K. sits up, rubbing his eyes, glancing toward the cold tea and untouched food. “I wanted to make sure you had something to come home to.” He looks Carlos over again, concern creeping into his voice. “But you look like you just swam here.” He adds worried.

Carlos chuckles softly. “Feels like it.”

T.K. moves, standing up and placing a hand on Carlos’s cheek, the warmth of his touch a welcome contrast to the cold that has been biting at him all night. “Come on,” T.K. says quietly, “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into something warm. Don’t worry about the food.”

Carlos nods, his body grateful for the offer. He follows T.K. into the bedroom, where the familiar comfort of home begins to sink in, each step pulling him further from the chaos of the night.

As they enter their bedroom, T.K. helps Carlos out of his wet clothes, carefully peeling off the soaked layers and tossing them into the laundry basket

“You really are drenched,” T.K. comments, running a hand down Carlos’s arm. “You need to get warm. Take a hot shower. Unless you want to catch a cold.”

Carlos smiles, appreciating T.K.’s gentle touch and concern. “A hot shower sounds perfect,” he replies, his voice still heavy with exhaustion. He glances back at T.K., a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You wanna join?” He smiles as he kisses his neck softly.

T.K. shakes his head, stifling a yawn. “I’d love to, but I’m too tired. I’ll just wait for you here.” His eyelids droop slightly, betraying his weariness.

“Okay.” He nods, heading toward the bathroom.

As Carlos steps into the shower, the hot water cascades over him, easing the tension in his muscles. He takes a deep breath, allowing the warmth to wash away the chill from the storm and the stresses of the night. He can hear T.K. moving around in the bedroom, but the sound quickly fades.

After what feels like too long, Carlos finishes up and steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He can still hear the rain outside but feels a sense of calm settling over him. He takes a moment to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, pushing back the fatigue and ensuring he’s presentable for T.K.

Once dressed in a pair of comfortable sweats and a soft t-shirt, Carlos heads back into the bedroom. He usually just wears boxers, but he feels he should be warmer tonight. The dim light casts a soft glow over the room, and he sees T.K. sitting on the edge of the bed, head tilted back against the wall, eyes barely open.

“Hey,” Carlos says softly, a smile creeping onto his lips at the sight of T.K. trying to fight off sleep.

T.K. stirs at the sound of Carlos’s voice, blinking a few times before forcing a smile. “It’s 1am. we should be up at 9am maximum.”

Carlos chuckles softly, gently nudging T.K.’s knee with his own. “Fuck, I know.” He sighs and wraps his arms around TK, closing his eyes, TK does the same.

“I’m so sorry we barely have time with each other, sometimes I wish I had a boring job.” Carlos adds, kissing his head.

“Don’t worry.” TK whispers as he lets his head fall on Carlos’ shoulder.

“Everyday is the same, we wake up, go to our jobs, maybe if we’re lucky we have the same case on that day, then see each other at night where we don’t even have time to eat.”

With a sigh, TK replies in whisper “Carlos I’m too sleepy to reply to that.”

Carlos chuckles. “I hate you.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

——————

a/n: hope you enjoyed ! chapter 2 is already posted!

wc: 3k

[strandnreyes]

thanks @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @thisbuildinghasfeelings @lemonlyman-dotcom !

sharing a little something from my collab with @welcometololaland

“Oh, I was just—”

He makes the mistake of looking at the man again—Carlos, according to his name tag. He’s now assessing the puddle forming at TK’s feet, looking like he’s ready to grab a mop. TK looks down at his own wet sweats and hoodie, shifting a little awkwardly as he realizes what a mess he looks like in front of this ridiculously hot guy. And then he winces when shifting his weight only causes his wet shoes to let out an embarrassing squelch.

“I, um… Do you have aquarium rocks?” he blurts out and then immediately wants to facepalm.

It was the first thing he thought of and for a split second, his brain must’ve decided that it was less embarrassing than admitting that apparently he has no idea how to check the weather before running two miles away from his home.

TK has game. He’s charming and he can flirt and he can have people tripping over their feet in front of him. But there’s something about this man that is turning him into an absolute disaster.

“Aquarium rocks?” Carlos asks slowly.

TK has already committed to it now, so he puts on a slight smile and nods. “Yeah. Like the little pebbles that go in the bottom of a fish bowl.”

He clears his throat and presses his lips together when he realizes how he’s coming across. This guy works at a pet store, of course he knows what aquarium rocks are, and now TK is standing here not only forming a puddle that Carlos is probably going to have to mop up, but he’s also mansplaining his job to him.

This could not be going worse.

tagging @reyesstrand @rmd-writes @orchidscript @three-drink-amy @theghostofashton @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @wandering-night19 @welcometololaland @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @mooshkat @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo @freneticfloetry + open tag!

[manesalex]

I’m a mess (for your love)

’Fuck me you’re cute why did we have to meet on the one day I decided to stay in my sweats??’ AU Warnings for references to sexual content, but nothing explicit.

***

Alex grabs his coffee and starts heading back to his dorm, well aware that he needs to get back to work on his final project for his programming class. It’s worth half his grade and, yeah, he knows he can do it, but it’s also far more time consuming than he expected. The only reason he’d left his room at all, still wearing a pair of sweatpants and a dirty tee, eyeliner a mess, is he needed either coffee or sleep. And, with the project he has finish, coffee it is.

He’s halfway to his dorm when he hears someone calling, “Alex?! Hey, you’re Alex Manes, right?!”

He stops, turns around, is in the middle of opening his mouth to answer, when he sees him.

He’s gorgeous, with messy curls, honey-colored eyes, and a crooked smile. And Alex is well aware that he looks like an absolute mess.

“Um, yeah,” he finally says. “I’m Alex.”

“Oh, thank god. My roommate, Carlos, he says you’re like a fucking genius with computers and I was just about finished with this paper for my Engineering class when my piece of shit laptop died. You think you could look at it?”

Alex thinks of his own project for a moment, how little time he has to finish it. But he still sighs and says, “Yeah, sure. Do you have it with you?” He nods at the bag this gorgeous man is holding.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

“Come back to my dorm? I can look at it there,” Alex offers. He’s pretty sure his room isn’t too much of a disaster, unlike himself. And he knows he has everything he could need to fix this man’s computer there.

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, instantly starting to walk with Alex. “I’m Michael, by the way. Michael Guerin.”

“You said you’re Carlos’s roommate?” Alex asks, wondering exactly how much Carlos told Michael about their epic failure of a date back in freshman year. He hopes it wasn’t too much.

“Yeah. I mean, I think he’d rather be rooming with his boyfriend. He pretty much lives at TK’s place anyway, but,” Michael shrugs, stepping into the building when Alex opens the door. “You know how it is.”

Alex doesn’t, actually, but he nods as if he does, leading the way up the stairs and to his door, opening it for Michael to step inside. He’s relieved to see that, other than his bed not being made the way his dad would have wanted, his bedroom is perfectly clean.

“You play the guitar?” Michael asks, gesturing toward the case in the corner, propped against his bed.

“Yeah,” Alex nods, closing the door behind him and holding out his hand for the computer. “I wanted to be a musician, but Computer Sciences got my dad off my back about the Air Force. At least temporarily. So…”

Michael pulls a beat up laptop out of his bag and hands it to Alex. “I used to borrow guitars from the music room at my school. Never could afford one of my own. But it’s been a while since I had a chance to play.”

“Go ahead,” Alex nods at his guitar, before turning and bringing Michael’s computer over to his desk. It takes maybe a minute for him to hear Michael strumming away on it, a bit clumsily at first, but it’s not long before whatever he’s playing starts to sound good.

Alex focuses on the laptop in front of him, trying to ignore the fact that a gorgeous man is perched on his bed right now.

It’s actually not that complicated and Alex has Michael’s laptop up and running pretty quickly. He turns to tell Michael that he should probably back up his work via email or something, but he can’t quite bring himself to interrupt him.

Michael’s eyes are closed and he’s strumming Alex’s guitar, looking completely at peace. He bends over just a bit, curls blocking Alex’s view of his face and Alex is just transfixed.

He’s not sure how long he watches before Michael stops, setting Alex’s guitar to the side. “Thank you,” he says, looking away like he’s ashamed about something and Alex can’t imagine why he would be. “I’m, um, I’m sorry for monopolizing your time.”

Alex just asks the question that has been on his mind all afternoon, “What did Carlos tell you about me?”

Michael ducks his head, scratching at the back of his neck, looking away from Alex, “You don’t…”

“Please. I just… Want to know what embarrassing thing he said about me so I can mentally file it away and move on.”

Michael looks up at him, confused, “He didn’t. He, um… He said ‘You know that emo guy you’re always watching? He’s a computer genius. So, if you need help with your laptop, you better finally stop undressing him with your eyes and go talk to him.’” He looks embarrassed, having finally said it, but Alex is just trying to process what he said.

“You… What?” Alex finally asks.

“Yeah, he’s been, um, giving me shit about it for a while.”

“About me?”

“Yeah,” Michael laughs a bit, more at himself than anything else.

“And this doesn’t make you want to run screaming for the hills?” Alex asks, gesturing at his black sweatpants and gray tee.

“What?” Michael just looks confused.

“I mean, I normally wouldn’t leave my room in these clothes.”

“Nah,” Michael replies, a smirk slowly making its way across his face as he leans back on Alex’s bed. “It actually just makes me want to drag you to bed.”

“Really?”

“Look,” Michael’s blush is back. “I appreciate you helping me fix my computer and letting me play your guitar and everything, but, if you don’t want-” He starts to stand up, to reach for his bag.

“Okay,” Alex says, having finally processed what Michael said.

“Okay?” Michael looks confused.

“Yes,” Alex smiles. “Unless you’d rather I drag you to bed?”

“Fuck, yes please.”

Alex can’t help but laugh as he stands and crosses the room toward Michael, reaching out and gripping his flannel shirt, pulling him in toward his lips. His programming project can wait. Right now he needs to learn all the obscene sounds he can get this gorgeous man to make.

[cu-sidhe13]

Oh my GOD you guys!!! I've only just been able to watch 2x10 because I've been so swamped with work and moving house. And let me tell you this episodes is one my favourites of in the entire show, only behind the outstanding 2x08 of course. I have so much to say on it so if like me you are behind then this will contain !!spoilers!! for 2x10 and my next post will be about 2x11. Beware, this is gonna be a long one.

My thoughts on this episode:

-The ENTIRE moving in scene was just incredible, seeing them move in and being all domestic warms my heart.

-"Our dining room" just got me right in the feels, especially knowing what happens to their house in 2x12.

-THE KISS!!!! This is the first time we've seen them kiss in what feels like forever, it was great considering they cut the two kisses we saw in the season 2 prome before seaosn 2 aired.

-The look that Carlos gave TK when TK said Carlos is very hand with that little smirk on his face was hillarious.

-Carlos refusing to call Owen by anything other that 'Captain Stand' We love a good respectable gentleman.

-Marlon Blendo?? Who came up with that name?? I love it though.

-I felt slightly bad for Owen during this scene becuase it was clear that he was sad that TK was moving out and he would be on his own.

-I absolutely loved Marjan teaching those idiots a lesson. I love me some awesome Marjan my QUEEN!!!!

-Loved seeing a bit more of Mateo this episode. I felt so bad for him for having to deal with his roommates, but I found the drinking scene with Owen and Mateo hillarious!!

-Owen cancelling his surgery made me want to yell at him through the screen. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN!!!!

-I loved seeing pissed of TK confronting his dad, though for a second I though he was in his and Carlos' bedroom.

-I loved the intervention scene so much, like Owen finally being told what he needs to hear not what he wants to hear.

-I absolutely loved Owen asking Carlos if he was bristling. TK's slow head turn to look at him as Carlos was trying desperately to not offend his boyfriend or his boyfriends father.

-"For the love of god, just call me Owen" and Carlos' face was gold.

-Really glad we got to see them make up for the whole disaster of Owen saying he was getting the surgery because he was going to be a father. That really pissed me off when I first saw that, and I'm glad that was corrected.

-Poor Grace had me heartbrokern, like girl I know you want to prove you can do this by yourself but it's okay to ask for help sometimes.

-Loved the Grace and Tommy best friends scene, and Grace understanding that she isn't alone in her fight.

-When I saw Buttercup laying down on the floor, I said to myself they better not make that adorable dog sick with cancer or kill him off because I will RIOT!!!

-TK and Carlos showing up at the vets together was great but I only then realised that their no longer using masks. Have they developed the time line so that COVID is no longer a big threat? Because I don't remember anything being mentioned about it. Maybe they decided to get rid of them so you could see the faces of the actors better.

-Buttercup is okay, praise the gods. Him eating the tea sloth was hillarious, and I'm glad that it seemed to have scared Owen into re-booking his surgery.

-TK playing with Buttercups ears was adorable.

-I loved the party scene at the end of episode. Them all playing with the kids, letting them play on the firetruck and get free icecream. That kid is going to be the coolest kid in school now.

-Carlos holding the little girls icecream while she had her hands over her ears was absolutly adorable.

-Loved them all dancing to music.

-Loved the little moment at the end with Owen and TK sat on the wall eating icecream. It felt so happy and light,

All in all I loved this episode it felt so much like season 1 did, but I think that's because Owen was so much more like he was in season 1 than he has been in season 2 so far, and I haven't felt bored or angry everytime he was on screen. I also think its because we've finally adressed some of the issues I've had during season 2.

[clansocreations]

Possible ideas for a WTNV/DBD story (with disaster death boys)

(haven't seen any yet but there ought to be one so. If you want to write it. Feel free to do so. Im unfortunately way way way to busy with other stuff)

-after their partner city in Russia may or may not have gotten destroyed in a nuclear attack in 83 the Nightvalians search for someone else to write letters to. As such Cecil and O.W become pen pals.

-after the ban on writing utensils things get a bit difficult. In the end they just write emails (which take absolutely forever to load,because you cannot convince me that O.W would use anything other than an ancient computer such as the ones in our tech classes...)

-cat love. So so much cat love. ^^

-Carlos having to explain the concept of overtime to both of them. (When O.W does he discovers that he has like...a lot. Comes to visit. Cecil tells it to the town immediately)

"Well Listeners, unlike the Night Vale Daily Journal or, in fact an above the national average number of Crestfall citizens, the Crestfall Evening Post seems to be alive and well, so my friend has been kept very busy over these past few years. But since as of the last letter I have received no one in Crestfall has died under suspicious circumstances, I thought this is the perfect time to invite him to come visit our lovely town! Unfortunately many Crestfallens have died of perfectly normal causes so his boyfriend and sister-in-law, the local undertakers can't come. Oh well, maybe next time..."

O.W (narrating): The first thing I saw of the town of Nightvale was a large billboard that said: "Welcome to Nightvale, Interloper. Turn around and run" Behind the sign there were at least fifty people, holding what looked like tree branches, pitchforks and other sharp farming tools. When I approached them, with the intent of explaining that I had in fact been invited to visit a friend,the crowd reacted by slowly backing away. People in the front row dropped their pitchforks. Angry shouting turned into confused whispering as the mob tried to get as far away from me as possible. When I tried to say something they scrambled,tripping over themselves and their fellow citizens in the process. I don't understand. Is it my tie?

-After a few days they get used to O.W though. (As they get used to literally everything strange)

-O.W is only slightly creeped out by the towns weirdness.

-mentions the Angel of Death only to be shushed and told that Angels aren't real.

-befriends at least one Erika. (Wait. Is the Angel of Death's name also Erika?)

-suits weren't made for desert weather. And all clothes available in matching size are absolutely awful.

-in a matter of days all of Nightvale is informed about all the recent suspicious deaths in Crestfall (which don't seem suspicious at all to them), told in detail about a man named Rudyard and why nice smelling embalming fluid is important.

That's all you get for now! Feel free to add etc etc... Maybe I will too when I have some more ideas for this. We shall see.

(@strangestarlightmusic Now that you've listened to DBD, whatcha think?)

[woodchoc-magnum]

Lone Star Hate Watch 2x14

It's hate watch time – sorry for the delay, I just really didn't want to watch the episode.

Disclaimer - I hate the show, you love it! That's cool. Go forth and enjoy your show friend

Eddie Diaz just because:

Go break free, Julian, right into a dust storm

Bad day for a solo flight friend

It's like in the excellent 1999 movie The Mummy where the Mummy creates that big dust storm

Wait is he going to crash into a passenger jet

And here's Gina Torres to break my heart

Is the life insurance really enough to retire on Gina, you're only a young woman

And the show immediately flatlines when Rob Lowe is on the screen

Oh he's getting a promotion

Wait I think I've been spoiled for this

Paul's got a nice ass

I'm allowed to notice these things

What the fuck is up with the 129

Is this some kind of hazing bullshit

Has Mateo been demoted? I thought he was a full-fledged firefighter

Why am I detecting racist undertones

Ugh TK

God he sucks

And he has terrible fashion sense

Hey remember when Tim got smashed by a lava rock that was 10/10 hilarious

If I had to rate the best scenes in this show, it's Billy getting struck by lightning as number one, and death by lava rock as number two

Anyway I'm talking about this because I'm bored

I really don't think Gina Torres should retire tbh

Here's Billy the legend

Why does Rob Lowe think that they're friends? Billy hates him

Billy's got taste, he knows Owen is a fucking knob

Don't show your hand Owen

Oh he showed his hand

Billy's mad

Owen thinks they're FRIENDS and Billy HAS NEVER BEEN HIS FRIEND

NOT FOR ONE SINGLE SECOND

And now he's talking him out of it

Grace is back at work!

Is that a FRUIT FLOWER BOUQUET

She's only been away for SIX WEEKS???

I thought it was longer?

Wtf do I know, I can't keep track of time on this show

Oh here comes The Mummy-esque dust storm

I have a question, are dust storms really this intense in the US? Do I want to know the answer?

What the fuck, what's with the explosions and shit

OH THE PLANES CRASHED

Wow okay shiiiiit that's not what you want

Damn there's a whole fucking fuselage in the main street of Austin

PERD HAPLEY IS THE NEWSREADER!!!!

THEY REFERENCED THE MUMMY IN THE SHOW

As they should, it is a cinematic MASTERPIECE

I would be worried about the jet fuel

Why is that poor man only in his orange jocks

Oh shit the waitress got fucking nailed

Is it very unrealistic that the pilot of the small plane survived that

Why is nobody wearing clothes

Who is that long-haired dashing hero

You know I watch this shit because I love disaster movies and this shit is like a fucking disaster movie and honestly I AM HERE FOR IT

The 129 lost an engine and a crew? Don't worry Owen is on the case, the one-man rescue machine

Look at Mateo running triage like a big boy

Oh fuck half the plane is on the roof

I have a question about the passengers on the bigger plane – what happened there? Do I want to know? I might not want to know

TK and Nancy are gonna do a little grand theft auto

Look at these wise-af kids telling Tommy to go back to work

Owen's sailing in to rescue Mateo, do we ship it?

They do live together I'm just saying

Eh Mateo could do better

Grace is such a boss, I love her so much

Carlos gets a whole 30 seconds of screen time in the form of babysitting, go Carlos

They're SOAKED IN JET FUEL

They are absolutely soaked in jet fuel

Mateo didn't realise it was jet fuel but I did? Maybe I should be a firefighter

No honestly I like lazing around way too much

Mateo with the slow motion run

I would be a little careful about bashing the doors open when the cable is frayed but I'm guessing they'll get all of them out, and then the cable will snap and the elevator will plummet and go BOOM

Oh it's okay because Owen's on the fucking roof of the elevator

I knew it would fall and go boom

Man they have really fucked Austin the hell up in this episode haven't they

Oh shit Owen's going up against the dickhead from the 129

He's coughing, ten bucks says Mateo saves his life

Yeah Mateo fucking tell him off

Don't take any shit

He's still coughing – here we go he's about to have his life saved

I mean… they could just let him die

He's drowning in dust? Maybe just let him

This is why I'm not cut out to be a firefighter.

I find Mateo very attractive

And wow Marjan is all dressed up like a fucking goddess

So Owen turns down the job offer, which he's already told Billy about, thinking that they're going to reopen the 126

But I'm guessing Billy – my hero, my lightning king – has different ideas

Oh he IS still a probie

They wasted THE CHAIN ON LONE STAR????

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

Are you fucking kidding me

This is one of my Buck/Eddie songs and I'm OUTRAGED.

Buttercup the real MVP

HERE COMES BILLY ALL DRESSED UP

Oh ho ho ho Billy

Oh Billy

He stole the JOB

I love him

He's shutting it down

"This place is hallowed ground but I'M SHUTTING YOU THE FUCK DOWN AND USING ROB LOWE'S BUDGET PROPOSAL TO DO IT" ahahahahaha he's brilliant

I love it

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AMAZING

10/10

Fucking classic

Overall I give this episode a 4/10 because TK was minimal and Billy was amazing. I feel like he's supposed to be the villain and yet I find myself strangely rooting for him idk

Eddie Diaz to cleanse:

It honestly doesn't even feel like these shows belong in the same universe? Lone Star is so much worse than the OG. I will never understand it.

[cheseyre]

good news, sluts! my brain's no longer being completely stupid (only mostly), i've seen the new asides and...have some thought-y thot thoughts:

*deep inhale*

Okay, first things first: this art style is soooo fucking cUTE and I'm a jealous, squealing bitch. Anyone who knows who the artist is, could you link me to them, stat? I think Thomas mentioned them at the beginning of the ep, but nYeh, brain hurt, doesn't wanna do wooork-

Okay, I'll admit, I was a little...apprehensive when I first saw the thumbnail and title. Part of it's just me being a bitter Remus Stan, but also...okay, deep breaths, controversial opinion time, get ready:

I don't ship Prinxiety.

Like, at all. 

I can see the appeal, and these dorks were so very, VERY cute in this particular ep, but I was honestly turned off by the ship long ago due to how overwhelmingly popular it is and how some fans characterize these two and treat this relationship as if it's the only valid one, y'know, the works—slight tangent, but that's also why I don't ship Logicality or Remile. I honestly vibe much better with ships like Roceit or Analogical, y'know?

Cutting in for another brief tangent: I'm surprisingly okay with Demus/Dukeceit/Receit/Trashnoodle/Whatever-Their-Ship-Name-Is-Oh-God-Why-Do-They-Have-So-Many-Fucking-Names; maybe it's cause they haven't actually interacted in canon and the fan content gives me such good Gay Disney Villain content, idk man im weird—).

Still, their interactions were both hilarious and sweet and like I said, I see the appeal, it's just not my cup of tea. y'all Prinxiety fans got fucking FED and I'm happy for you nerds. Enjoy ze happy boys!

I guess another factor in my...low-key hesitance when I first saw what the ep was about is that...okay, get ready, another controversial opinion, le gasp: well, I'm not a big Virgil fan. In fact, at times, he swaps places with Patton as my least favorite sides—especially with some of his recent behavior in eps like DWIT (the "prohibit your breathing comment" really triggered me, for example). Sometimes, his attitude, especially around other sides like Roman or Janus, reminds me a little too much of my sister, who I don't have...a very good relationship with. Add to that how the more...intense side of the fandom has a disturbing tendency to turn him into the 'uwu precious woobie emo baby who can do no wrong' while unnecessarily villainizing other CERTAIN sides in the process, and...I think you all see where I'm going with this little rant 😅

However, upon actually watching the ep, he wasn't...that bad? I don't think? I enjoyed watching him be a flustered, disaster-y mess and genuinely excited at the end, his interactions with Roman were nice enough, and him literally pushing Thomas to make a move with Nico despite his obvious panic attack was a nice moment of genuine character development. I like seeing that, that's the good shit right there. And him being all flustered and shit, and smiling so much at the end of the vid was just...well, adorable. This man has no fucking right to be this cute, my god

alsoooo 

pURPLE EYESHADOW

PURPLE EYESHADOW HE LOOKS?? SO GOOD?? WTF?? SLAY EMO, SLAAAAAAAY FUCK, DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NOW?

alsoooo 

hAPPY ROMAN

YESSSSS~ MAH BOI MAH SON MAH DUMB BITCH HIMBO PRINCE MAH EXTRA MESSY CINNAMON ROLL

ITS  BEEN SO  LONG

AND HIS LITTLE HEART EYES THROUGHOUT THE VID, OH MY GOD-

IMMA JUST IGNORE THAT "ADDING [MISTAKE] TO THE LIST" COMMENT I AM LOOKING AWAY I DO NOT SEE IT LALALALALA

THOMATHY, SIR, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING THESE TWO GAY IDIOTS SO BAEBY

Okay, but Virgil not realizing that "cyberstalking in real life" is literally just stalking is both a big ass mood and further proof that, yes, Logan is indeed the only one holding the braincell out of this disaster of a lot. God help them all if he ducks out in the next ep.

👀

And Thomas x Trash Can is my new OTP.  I dub thee ✨ "Trashmas" ✨

we sTAN TRASHMAS

Wait, does that mean Remus actually WAS in the ep? Cause, y'know, trash man?

hmmm

👀 👀 

Okay, okay. 

With how much Virgil and Roman were going off about Thomas constantly lying, I was (understandably) a tad bit disappointed my snek son didn't even make a fucking cameo, but y'know what? In hindsight, I'm okay with this it's fineee~

He was just off playing with shadow puppets and stealing money from us desperate, content-starved peasants with his sheer extra-ness and, honestly? Gotta respect the hustle. 

Get that precious, precious coin, dapper snake! Wring us poor losers dryyyy!

*evil snek laugh*

Also, this is a breather ep and adding Janus in probably would've caused unnecessary drama with the Roceit breakup and the constant antagonism between Virgil and him. It probably would've distracted from the point of the ep (flirting with social anxiety, exactly what it says in the tin)—much like it wasn't really Virgil or Remus's place to show up during POF. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Sorry, brain going brr-

Still, I can't believe the "Fuck Janus Sanders" Club is actually canon now 😂

God, first Patton in a skirt and now this. 

Thomas Sanders, you delight in fucking feEDING this gremlin nest of a fanbase, don’t you? You RELISH our screams of joy and pain and suffering, dON’T YOU?

What's next, actual canonical Janus and Remus interaction? Patton saying the fuck word? The Dragon Witch comes back? Janus's bowler hat gains sentience and takes over the world, Doris-style? What do you have planned, Thomas? Joan? WHAT ART THOU PLANNING, I MUST KNOW YOU HEATHENS YOU FIENDS-

And Virgil's little "would it be fair to him" comment, tho.

👀

Like, I get in the context of the ep, he was likely talking about Nico and how it wouldn’t be good for a potential relationship with Tomas to be founded on lies, but still...my anxceit heart aches, man. 

Gimme that sweet, sweet angst with a side of mutual regret and possible future reconciliation and maybe something more wink wink nudge nudge on top, pls

...and fries.

Honestly, tho, that entire bathroom monologue was fucking beautiful, man. And relatable, too��i can't tell you how many times I've talked to myself in public restrooms because I just didn't know how to get the words I wanted to say out. It's...kind of embarrassing, tbh

Speaking of embarrassing, uh, crying stall guy.

Just...

Crying Stall Guy

Like, I was expecting someone to come out the bathroom stall after Thomas stopped talking, but...I honestly wasn't expecting that. God, that whole scene was so cringe worthy and fucking hilarious

Honestly, Thomas in the ep in general was a huge ass mOOD and we collective gay/bi disasters ALL related with him, and if you say you don't, you're either lying to yourself or a demon. 

There is no in between 

sorry I don't make the rules

Like, I get this series is literally a gay disaster talking to himself for thirty minutes or longer, but like- EMPHASIS on the 'disaster' part 😂

Like...Thomas, you're lucky you're such a goddamn bean, because GOD, I cringing so hard when he first started talking to Nico

Although, I too have apologized profusely for genuine mistakes and am a flustered bi mess around my crush sooo

😅

And god, Roman's "thirty = old man" jokes made me feel old...and I literally just turned twenty, like, come on, man!

Maybe that's because I was literally watching this ep after finishing my ACT and had been sitting with a bunch of high schoolers, with their tiny fucking desks and tiny fucking water fountains smeh

*clears throat*

Anyways, uh, we STAN Nico Pintrovert Florés in this house

Like

He gives me such big Carlos from WTNV vibes for some reason and this makes me sooo happy

and YESS, he's a WRITER

And he's??? So sweet?? A pure bean?? Just sits on his laptop at the mall food court all day, like a god-fucking iCON?? A Nightmare Before Christmas fan?? weARS GLASSES??

my hEART

*cries*

The fandom seems torn between "Nicomas" and "Karrot Kings" as a ship name atm—personally speaking, I'm casting my vote for the latter

*crosses fingers* please dont be another janus x remus multiple ship name issue guys, please please please I can't keep track of them all-

*clears throat*

On that note, I'm guess I'm gonna go try and whoo over my crush with carrots now. If THIS disaster can do it and make it actually fucking work, god damnit, so cAN I

Meanwhile, in hell, my brain's just screaming "CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST-"

God, I hope Nico isn't just a one-shot character, he's too pure and Thomas and him are adorable gay Disney fans and I stan

Oh, I wonder how the other sides'll react to him.

Wait.

Oh god.

Oh god.

This ep just unleashed a new fresh hell of potential Nico x Sides ships, hasn't it?

Welp, time to prepare for ze incoming flood of fanfics, I guess. I'll get my umbrella and rain boots.

That last shot of Virgil during the endcard was so fucking ominous oh my god mom im scared can you come pick me up-

Goddammit, Thomas and Joan, I'm NOT fucking ready to be traumatized again, fUCK

I wish I wasn't a broke ass university student so I could contribute to Thomas's gloriously extra Patreon—both so I can support my favorite content creators who make this amazing blessed content and also, to join my boi Janus in fucking  destroying society by giving money to the people who actually deserve it, fuck YOU GOVERNMENT-

Okay. 

Okay. 

New headcanon time as to why Patton, Remus, and Logan weren't in the ep: they were helping Jan film that Patreon promotional video. 

Like

Remus directed it, Logan helped with the lighting and script, and Patton was just there as the cheerleader. 

The reason Janus made a dog with shadow puppets wasn't just to flaunt his deity status and prove how he is truly above us mere wretched mortals 

despite that being the absolute truth and we all know it, don't lie to yourselves

No, it was really him trying to do something cute and silly for Patton, because Moceit rights, daMMIT

*inhales*

noww 

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals

it’s time forr

the most wonderful time of the yearrr

WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

Step right up, folks! Hear ye, hear ye, my prediction for the next episode: Prinxiety v. Moceit! With special guest stars: Karrot Kings vibing in adorable gay and Intrulogical, bitter at being excluded aGAIN

Who will win? Who will lose? 

here’s a hint: we all will because in this sick twisted game they are no winners only losers-

Place your bets, folks! ✨

Haha im not readyyy~

tl;dr

this episode has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and ended my suffering—an adorable calm before the... angsty fucking shitstorm that’s coming far too soon. Prinxiety stans, enjoy your food. Place an 'F' in the chat for me and my fellow grieving Remus stans. Trashmas is the true OTP, but Karrot Kings is cute too I guess. I've only had Nico Florés for 24 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Purple eyeshadow Virgil makes me question my sexuality aGAIN, and happy gay disney prince rights y'all. Say a big ole 'fuck you' to capitalism by giving your local dapper snake moneys. Concussion makes brain go brr and imma go buy some carrots and be gay now.

psst hey @quarantinevibes2020​ you wanna join me in being disaster-y? i’ll bring my best gay stare and you bring the wine

Until next time, my lovelies! ~ Ches 🖤

[msjr0119]

Sneak Peek Saturday

So because I’m usually very late doing these things, I thought I’d do a premature ‘Sneak Peek Sunday’ - it’s Sunday now somewhere in the world 😂

Tags- just tagging everyone, then if you wish tomorrow to do a SSS feel free.

@pedudley @kacie-0156 @annekebbphotography @burnsoslow @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @texaskitten30 @ladyangel70 @bascmve01 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @nikkis1983 @walker7519 @lodberg @cmestrella @hopefulmoonobject @axwalker @rafasgirl23415 @yukinagato2012 @cordonianroyalty @rainbowsinthestorm @queenjilian @jared2612 @desireepow-1986 @twinkle-320 @bebepac @drakewalkerisreal @choices97 @sanchita012 @princessleac1 @indiacater @furiousherringoperatortoad @custaroonie @ravenpuff02

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One shot

So the other day, @loveellamae actually made me late for work. Not purposely. I just easily get distracted- especially with the YouTube videos she sent me. It’s a video about pandas by Ozzy Man Reviews, if you haven’t watched it yet- you need to! But maybe go to the toilet prior right, Ella? 😂 Anyway I said, the pandas reminded me of Maxwell and the commentator reminded me of some things that Drake would say. So I decided to do a one shot on it.

Ramsford, 16.30 Saturday.

Oh look, it’s a Lord in his own private pool. I’m pretty jealous to be honest, but I have Jack keeping me company. We don’t get to live in this amount of luxury for free- us commoners. Look at him just splashing around, as if he’s some kid. He’s probably expecting for some Sheila’s to come around in the next hour before the infamous Beaumont Bash begins. He’s probably thinking about having pre drinks in there with them. Attempting to flirt with them all, but he’s a disaster waiting to happen. As am I probably. If it was Liam or Leo in that pool, they’d have all the women fighting to share with the Prince’s. It’s a good thing that Maxwell has confidence. Usually he would say “hello ladieeeees” - cringe. Oh wait a sec, he’s stuck on his back. Holy shit he’s drowning. Ah well. Fuck him.

“Drake. Drake. Oi, Buddy! Drake. Turn the bubbles off. I’m going under. Quit screwing around. Save me!” Maxwell was usually the overdramatic type of person, so Drake didn’t rush to rescue him. Instead he poured himself another whiskey, sat down- and decided to record Maxwell. Not feeling the slight bit of guilt, he found it highly amusing. Besides, there was a chance that he could become rich if he was to send the evidence to You’ve Been Framed. Shaking his head after these thoughts, he wouldn’t actually do that. But it was good evidence for any potential future revenge.

Just fucking roll over you moron. This is hilarious. To say he had a private education, there really is no brain functioning in there.

“Oh no, wait I can roll over. I’m rolling. I’m fine. I’m good. Phew. I need a bloody nap after that.”

And that ladies and gentlemen is Lord Maxwell Percival Beaumont- what an absolute dipshit.

*****

The American Adventure

Book: The Royal Romance (A/U for parts of the series)

Quotes: Some quotes are from the film “The Best of Me”

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Warnings: Swearing, smut 🍋

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“I told you that I couldn’t wait” Drake smiled softly towards her, before gulping. Knowing that she had waited for him to finish his swim. “Well?” Joining her on the edge of the jetty, he cupped her cheek- as his lips touched her, the kiss was slow. Tender. Standing up, he led her off of the jetty- and towards the edge of the lake. Laying down, he hovered over her- unable to remove the smile from his face. She was the most beautiful woman that he had laid eyes on. To him anyway.

“Are you sure about this?” Drake asked hesitantly. Tugging at his hair, she had never been more sure about anything. If she didn’t do this now with him, she may regret it for the rest of her life. Drake knew that they both craved for each other in secret- it was their first time for the two of them. It would be special.

“I’m sure, just kiss me....nobody is around.” Pulling his face, towards hers- they remained staring into each other’s eyes adorably. Knowing exactly what each other were thinking. They would both be heartbroken once this state of euphoria had ended. It is a summer fling. Unless somehow they could work a long distance relationship out. As their tongues intertwined, it was a matter of seconds before Drake took the plunge and slowly entered her. “Oh my god, Drake...” Gently he began thrusting in and out, making sure to not hurt her. Making sure that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

“I love you, Ri.” After only four weeks of knowing each other, he regretted saying those three words prematurely - assuming it was too early. But he knew and he had to inform her some way of how much he cared for her before they returned to Cordonia.

“I love you, too.”

“Ri, helllooo... is somebody in there?” Daniel asked concerned as he knocked his friend out of her trance by waving his hand in front of her face.

“Erm, yeah sorry. Has Carlos sorted the rota out for the week after next? He knows or should know that I need this week off because of.....”

“I know, don’t worry. We’ve sorted it between us all. You’ll have to let me know how the will reading goes tomorrow, babe.” Riley just nodded, it still hadn’t sunk in that she had lost another person in her life so tragically. Daniel ran into the back room, and provided her with a copy of the rota for the next few weeks.

“What’s up with you? You know you can talk to me about anything...”

“I’m going crazy. I think it’s due to the lack of sleep...” Pausing, she knew everything was in the past but she couldn’t help but think about all the what if’s. “You remember ten years ago at camp... you remember Drake, right?”

“Yes, Liam and Maxwell too. And the two snobby bitches who went through hell. How can I forget it? It was one of the best summer camps ever. Why do you ask?”

“As I said, I think I’m going crazy. As I arrived, I’m pretty sure I saw Drake. But it’s just my imagination....”

“Hold that thought, Natalie is ringing...” Helping herself to a drink, she knew that she shouldn’t- but she now knew her limits.

“For fuck sake. She’s running late again... Ri, could you just serve that bachelor party over there for me? I know that you’re not due to work but it would really help me if you could...”

“Sure, why not.” I would rather be here than stuck at home.

- - - -

“Hello gentlemen. I’ll be taking care of you for a short while this evening.”

“Waitress, steaks for the table. Fillet mignon, medium rare and prepared with a bearnaise sauce if that’s not too much to ask.”

“The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger.”

“Dare I ask for the wine list?” What a wanker, Jesus. It’s a dive bar. Just be nice and polite, Riley. Take their order then Natalie will hopefully be here to suffer with them.

“We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey and five deluxe burgers. Thank you.” The other man interrupted. Smiling towards the more polite man, she recognised those eyes. It’s just coincidence, she believed. Blue eyes are just blue eyes. They are all the same. “My names, Leo. This is Tariq. What is yours?”

“Five burgers? There’s only two of you?” Greedy bastards.

“Oh, our three friends are outside- reminiscing about the last time that they was here in the Big Apple. I think it was about ten or eleven years ago.”

“I see... I’ll put your order in. My names Riley by the way...” Leo offered her a warm smile, whilst Tariq grimaced at the surrounding- this place was well below his standard. Turning around, she was relieved when she saw Natalie bound through the back entrance.

“Riley, I’m so sorry. The traffic is a nightmare...”

“Riley?” Facing back towards the table, she believed that she was hallucinating at first. I’m not crazy. They are here. Why?

“Riley, damn. You’re still hot! You haven’t changed one bit.” Maxwell squeezed her so tight that she could barely breath.

“Lady Riley... it’s good to see you...” Liam laughed as he referred her to this. The common mistake he made all of those years ago- the prince charm was naturally installed into his mind, even when attempting to conceal his true identity. Kissing her on the cheek, he moved to the side so Drake was in full view of her.

“Riley...” Drake mouthed, unable to say her name mainly due to the shock about seeing her unexpectedly. Making a step forward, she panicked in that moment- not wanting to be close to him, not needing any excuse to jump back into his arms as she did all those years ago. Placing the pad into Natalie’s hand, she twiddled with the rings on her finger. Now, she was beyond nervous.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Great to see you all, enjoy your vacation.”

“Anyone care to inform me about what the fuck is happening here?” Leo demanded, as the three of them watched her head towards the door- all wearing the same expression.

[bandsarethemirrortomysoul]

Okay so the last few days I binge watched las chicas del cable. And it was a mess, had I know what I got myself into, I wouldn't have watched it.

The first 2 seasons were good, I really enjoyed them, season 3 was meh, and 4 and 5 were just a disaster.

Can we talk about Carols? How dirty they did him. I am almost crying by just typing his name. My emotions are all over the place. When I think back to season 1 when he met Lidia, he was such a good person, cheerful, dorky and full of life. He was everything. I immediatly fell in love with him and I fell hard.

Francisco on the other hand was never my cup of tea, yes he loved Lidia deeply but it also felt more like an obsession than love. Yes he was selfless and always there for her but in such an unhealthy way, like boy get some self respect.

Okay back to Carlos. Lidia obviously chose him. Multiple times. They almost got married. Multiple times. This love triangle got so annoying after a while, "Lidia wants Francisco, no she wants Carlos, no Francisco" Make a damn decision!!! And she kind of did but the writers had to ruin everything.

Carlos' mother...already forgot her name...I think it was Carmen. You could tell that she was not a good person, right from the beginning. But the things they made her do...holy banana. It made no sense and was just a stupid tool to create even more drama. She tried to force Lidia to abort their child and Carlos still lets her stay at the wedding?? Suuuuuuure. Their daughter is missing, Lidia has evidence that Carmen kidnapped her snd Carlos is on his mother's side, after everything that she did?? Suuuuuuuure. They find her again and Carlos lets Carmen back into their life...AGAIN?? Suuuuuuuure. That is just bad writing. No one would ever do that and all of this felt so out of character!

The whole Francisco coma story. It was so obvious that Francisco was supposed to die when he got shot, but somehow they changed their mind and he was just in a coma. Oh what a miracle. Carlos knew that Lidia still loved Francisco and he loved him too, but he was so afraid of losing her so he did not tell her about him waking up. I understand that. Does not make him a bad person. Then suddenly she runs away with Francisco and Eva and leaves him behind?! What?! What?! What?!

And this bitch Carmen is like a coakroach, she survives absolutely everything. Makes me so aggressive. Why did she not rot in jail??? Why??? Makes no sense!

And in season 5...Lidia comes back to Madrid to find Sofia and Carlos is this coldhearted asshole who would be willing to sacrifice Sofia to get some payback on Lidia?! Noooo, so out of character.

Then they start to redeem him a little bit, he doesn't even get the chance to see his daughter again...and they fucking execute him, kill him...

I spent the night sobbing.

So once again: Before he met Lidia, Carlos was kind, funny, enjoyed life, he has the biggest heart, altho he also likes to play with one or two female hearts. But he is like the best person. He meets Lidia and immediatly falls for her, thinks she is just an ordinary girl but he likes her so genuinly. But she just lies to him, tricks him. Same with Francisco, who is like a brother to him, who should have told him the truth. Then he finds out and is rightfully mad, good for him, should have run while he still could. Then he finds out Lidia is pregnant and makes a 180° turnaround, bad writing, sorry. His mother, that bitch, tries to force an abortion onto Lidia. There is a fire at their wedding, which his mother initiated, he thinks his sister died in that fire, they tell him his daughter died in that fire. His mother keeps manipulating him over and over again. He gets his daughter back just to see that the woman he loves, still loves his best friend as well, his mother still manipulates and blackmails him, and in the end the love of his life runs off with his daughter and his best friend, leaving only a letter, right after she told him she would marry him.

And he is the bad guy???

What he was in season 5 was out of character and bad writing, Carlos never would have done that and they did his character so dirty, but still, they made him that. They ruined him. They ruined the best man on this show. And then they gave him this ending and 2 seconds later we see his fucking mother who was supposed to be dead for years now...still alive.

I am not going to watch another second of this crap if they do not magically bring him back to life and fix the mess they made.

[bagels-and-seagulls]

are you still holding on to the filthy rich david au? Thank you for putting so much of your time into all of these gems of aus, they've brought me so much happiness lately

oh man anon, i was trying to decide on updating this au or a different one, so your message came in at the perfect time -  filthy rich david

Matteo: u guys are going to be cool right?

Jonas: so cool

Carlos: the coolest even!

Abdi: wat are we being cool about?

Carlos: dude

Matteo: ur meeting david tongiht

Abdi: right! the bf!

Matteo: right and you are all going to be cool

Matteo sighed as he looked over the messages one more time to confirm that he sent the right time and place to David, and just to remind himself that the boys were all indeed going to be cool about the whole thing, at least that they agreed to be, which he seriously doubted right about now, sitting across the booth from only Abdi, who hasn’t shut up about whatever was happening with two of his coworkers that Matteo feels like he should really remember the names of from somewhere but really just couldn’t. 

“Luigi!” Jonas greets and claps him on the shoulder before he slides into the booth next to Abdi, nudging him into the wall and making him choke on water somehow.  

“Dude,” Matteo says, slumping down in the booth and rubbing his face then pinching his nose when he sees what shirt Jonas decided to wear underneath his jacket. 

“What?” Jonas asks with a tint of confusion, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing right now, and Matteo points down to his shirt that in bolded, red letters said EAT THE RICH. 

“Really?” Matteo asks. 

“What?” Jonas repeats again with a bit more smile to it, and Matteo goes to tell him what exactly what when Carlos comes up and taps everyone on the shoulder in greeting as he squishes himself in next to Jonas, who then squishes Abdi even more into the wall next to him, which he then loudly complained about, and all Matteo can do is think to himself that this was going to be a total and complete disaster. God, he was going to end the night with him begging David not to leave him because of his stupid friends, that he’d honestly get rid of them for him. He’s totally cool with dropping these losers right away. Fuck, this was going to be a catastrophe. 

“Where’s the lover boy?” Carlos asked, looking around the diner just in case he missed him somewhere as he was coming in. 

“He’s running a little bit late,” Matteo said and took a sip of water in order to take a second and tell himself that it was going to be fine. Fine. Absolutely fine. “Work thing.” 

And Carlos pulls a face that was to mean that it made sense, him being late, and then starts his usual round of greeting questions, which starts Abdi back into the story that he was telling Matteo before they got there, starting all the way from the beginning again, including all of the details that weren’t necessary the first time. And Matteo thinks that the story actually got longer this time around, not that he was going to mention that. 

“Wait,” Matteo says when he finally remembers something. “This is the lady that fell into the fruit punch bowl at the picnic.” 

“Yes! Dude, it was so funny,” Abdi says before running back into his story, yet somehow finding a way to merge the other story into it to just make a confusing mess about this one particular woman with a clumsy streak. 

“Hey,” someone says and stands next to their booth. All of the boys look up, and David raises his eyebrows when he meets eyes with Matteo and smiles at him that quiet and patient one that always makes Matteo want to kiss him, at least a little bit more than he usually did. 

“Oh, hey,” Matteo says and ushers David to sit next to him by tugging on his wrist. “Uh, guys this is David,” he says and tries to dodge David’s elbows as he tried to shimmy out of his coat the best he could in the booth without smacking anyone in the face. “That’s Abdi, Carlos, and then Jonas,” he says and points to each of them. Abdi grins like a loon and waves in his spot, looking like he was just waiting to say or ask something stupid, and Carlos reaches over to shake David’s hand who just smiles politely back with a small hello. And Jonas sits there and stares at David for a beat with a straight face, thinking about something that was sending warning signs to going off in Matteo’s head, and Matteo glares at him with his lips pursed up as he tries to send his own signal that if Jonas even thinks about giving a shovel talk right now, he was going to call Hanna right now and tell her to change the locks. And she’d do it to. She’d do it. 

“I like your shirt,” David says after a second of Jonas not doing anything, pointing down, and Jonas follows his gaze and then looks back up with a grin, reaching over to shake David’s hand like that’s all it would take.

Matteo releases a breath he didn’t think he was holding. 

“Abdi was just telling us about his two coworkers that were caught making out in the supply closet,” Matteo fills him in, and that gets Abdi going again, picking it up from the start for the third time that Matteo has heard it at this point, somehow still making it longer again now that he had to fill David in on every single detail about his job and the people in it, making Matteo incredibly grateful that he had a friend who could so easily fill a silence like Abdi could. 

“Hi,” David whispered as Carlos asked a question. 

“Hi,” Matteo repeats and leans into his side as David runs his hand up his knee to rest on his thigh, and Matteo wished that the other boys would turn away for a couple of seconds so he could kiss his boyfriend without facing the humiliation of them poking fun at him for it. It was the first time he was getting them to meet one of the men he was dating in at least a couple of years, something they were all willing to point out to him when he asked if they wanted to meet David. And Matteo had a feeling that since it had been so long since they met anyone Matteo was interested in, they had all been saving up their embarrassing stories and awkward questions and teasing tactics for this very moment, ready to unleash the chaos that they usually had to contain while in a public setting. 

When he turns to the other boys as he’s wrapping his fingers with David’s, he sees the all staring at them in return. “What?” he asks. 

“You guys got all quiet,” Carlos says with a knowing grin and waggles his eyebrows at them, and Matteo wants to kick him under the table. 

“Shut up,” Matteo says and rolls his eyes as David laughs a little into the back of his hand and pushes his knee into the side of Matteo’s. 

“So, David,” Carlos says, leaning in over the table as if he was about to rest his face in the palm of his hands. “You’re a businessman.” 

“Weren’t we talking about Abdi a second ago?” Mattoe interrupts. 

“Oh, I’m done,” Abdi says with a wave of his hand and turning towards David like he wanted to interrogate him, too.  

“Yeah,” Jonas says. “We want to learn about David now.” 

“Yeah,” Carlos and Abdi both repeat looking at Matteo like they were about to stick their tongues out, and Matteo wants to throw his face into the table. 

David laughs and squeezes their hands. “Yes,” he says. “You could say I’m a businessman.” 

“Do you like it?” Carlos asks. 

“I do, yeah,” David says with a nod and a shurg. “I don’t have very many interesting stories about it though. It’s mostly a lot of meetings and graphs. You’re a contractor though, right?” 

“Yeah,” Carlos says and smiles that David remembered. “Oh that reminds me, we were demoing this house the other day, and we were taking down this wall when we found like a whole family of rats living in the walls. It was so gross, dude.” 

And Matteo laughs as everyone makes some sort of grumbled out comment about it, and they all flow into an easy sort of conversation where David’s new admittance didn’t stand out except when Matteo would whisper in his ear a fact he was missing, like who was engaged to who, who was pregnant. He fit in like a natural, to Matteo’s surprise and not at the same time, the way he’s always been a natural with people, even if they were whatever you could say about his friends. And Matteo finds himself thinking as David tells a story from his university days that had Jonas spitting soda up his nose that yeah, okay, maybe they would be cool after all. 

[halitophobia]

Blind Eye - Two

Parings ⟶  OC x Hank’s Daughter! Reader (TEMPORARILY) , RK800! Connor x Hank’s Daughter! Reader (EVENTUALLY)

A/N ⟶ Thank you so, so much for the notes from the first chapter ! Btw, I’m really sorry this is a little late. I’m hoping for late weekly chapters? Every 10ish days or so...(I’ve gotten super busy, but I’m trying my best!)

Disclaimer ⟶ still don't own any characters from DBH

Warnings ⟶ swearing, violence, mentions of death, stubborn reader, stubborn Hank, spoilers...?, slow burn, sLoW bUrN, SLOW BURN, alcohol abuse (Hankster), angst, toxic relationship, eventual....fluff, happiness, cute stuff, flustered Connor, flustered Reader, all the gushy-ness, and ?????smut?????

Word Count ⟶ 3023

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

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NOV 6th, 2038

AM 12:41:04

"Why'd you kill him?"

"What happened before you took that knife?"

     Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes, you watch the HK400 through the one-way glass. Your arms are crossed, face still as marble except for the bouncing of your right leg.

"Anderson. Are you cold or having a muscle spasm."

     You blink, glancing down at the one and only Gavin Reed's hands leant on the desk, but as quickly as you do, your eyes are glued back to the window.

"Let's make a bet. Like the good ol' days, yeah?" that same sandpaper voice sounds again, making you frown.

"I say," he pauses, "they had a bromance. Carlos and Andy over here." he gestures to the android. "Carlos brings home this smokin' hot 'robette' babe wanting a steamy, squeaky threesome. Attic boy gets mad and," his right arm comes up, and he stabs the air while pulsing to a beat of 'nn-s, nn-s, nn-s...', "...kills'em." So many things I didn't miss about working here...

     That fowl scent of sweat, old leather, and cheese also known as Gavin wafts your way, and you do your best not to gag. I mean, does this hobo shower? Wash his hands after shitting? A loud bang draws your attention to Hank, who's clearly gotten frustrated.

"Fuck it. I'm outta here." he grumbles, entering the observation room seconds later.

     You slowly clap watching him scowl at you.

"I'm impressed, Pops. You really stated your ground in there." you nod, earning a chuckle from Gavin. "My turn." you smile, and scurry out of the room. You hear Hank's voice yelling at you to come back, but you're already halfway through the door to the interrogation room.

     The droid doesn't move an inch as you shut the door behind you. You grin, feeling a wave of déjà vu wash over you. You've done this plenty of times before. How hard can a life-sized moving Barbie doll be?

"Alright, you piece o' shit." you can physically sense your father slapping his face behind the glass.

"I'm gonna jump right into it, okay? Okay." you drop yourself into the chair across from it, leaning back and crossing your arms and legs. "I don't know how it works in your...command center up there, but you gotta tell us what happened."

     You watch it avoid your gaze. A painful silence dances around you, only to make your skin crawl with frustration. You swing your leg back over and let it drop below you. Your arms come onto the table and you lean down, to get into its view.

"Pssst. I'm not leaving until you spill." you whisper, staring into its eyes even though it doesn't return the contact. You push back abruptly and revert to a normal volume, "So we can just skip all this," you motion between the both of you, "and you can obey, like a good little bot."

     Immediately, you see the change of energy from the suspect. Your brows lift, amused at the reaction. "Oh? Not into the whole submissive thing? I can see you got mad there. If that's even possible."

     It shifts again, seeming to get more worked up. This is perfect, you just need to push it around. No better way to let off some steam.

"You wrote 'I AM ALIVE' on the wall, like a jewelled crown atop Ortiz's lifeless head. That's what he said to make you upset, right? You were quoting him? Because, well...I mean, how on earth could you think of that? You aren't capable of...thinking for yourself." you wait, and decide to amp it up. "For all we know, that man was innocent. Just enjoying his life, wanting...a friend? And you come along? To do what? To stab him."

     There's a warning knock from the other side of the glass. You brush it off and examine the android. Chest heaving, hands clenched and jaw rippling. The lips on its face quiver, words just waiting to break the dam. And without looking back, you chimmy-changa your way across the line.

"Twenty. Eight. Times."

     You hear the tapping once again, more urgent, but still, you ignore it. Can you shut up? You're a millisecond away from confession and they choose to cut you know? Your old man probably wants to slip in and take credit.

     You're brought back to your senses as you watch the scene in front of you. The battered automaton is now writhing under the chords which bolt is slowly lifting off the table. "Hey, hey, hey. No need to cause a scene. Suck it up, and tell me wh-" your vision goes black. Well fuck me...

     The second your sight leaves, it's back but doubled. Your forehead throbs, as if a pump were behind your eyes. That motherfucking thing head-butted you. You can't help the weight sloshing around your brain, making your head pound harder. You move to stand, but stumble into the wall behind you. Get. Up.

     You feel arms hook under yours, and start to get dragged towards the door. "Get off of me!" you snap.

     Your view seeps back into HD and you ignore the sting in your head. "I'm fine! Let me finish this!" your voice is a harsh growl, and you lash around in the person's grasp.

Who is this anyway?

     Then you smell it. Oh. Reed tightens his grip, practically lifting you from your waist, and before you know it, your dropped into a computer chair facing the interrogation room. Just as you start to collect yourself, another smack is planted on your skull.

Okay what the fuck.

"Ow."

     An ice pack falls off your shoulder and into your lap. Wow, do I get a massage too?

"Nice going, Y/N." Hank spits.

     You roll your eyes, pressing them into the ice pack. With your voice muffled, you reply with 'thank you'.

"No, I really mean it. You just jeopardized this whole cross-examination. You brought that thing near to self-destruction!"

     Your brain is hoola-hooping within your skull and this ancient dick lecturing you is just hollering encouragement.

"Y/N, take this seriously. You really fucked up." Gavin chimes in.

Oh give me a break.

     You groan loudly, hoping it'll make them stop. You really don't need this. You just need five quiet minutes, and you can go back in and get that confession. Easy-peasy.

"Earth to Y/N. You may have been bumped in there, but I know damn-well you can hear me." Hank aggressively taps your shoulder and the water in the pot just boils away.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

     You're fully turned around, eyes ablaze with fire. You're cooking both men alive from your eyes and the pain from your head disappears for a moment. A silent breath escapes your parted lips, and you almost whisper.

"Will you, shut up."

     The air is thick as fog. Your sight clogged with angry-exhaustion, their's with vigilance, for they now tread on very thin ice.

"My name is Conner, what about you. What's your name?"

You're. KIDDING.

     Spinning your chair right around, you're faced with an image of pure disaster. Sir Smiley-Bot is seated across from the HK400.

"You let the fucking android interrogate the fucking android!"

     It hasn't even been twenty minutes and for the second time, you're blood is racing around your body like a jet. Running circuits in and out of your shrinking heart. Does no one have common sense in this fucking facility?

"What do we have to lose, Y/N. You've already ruined a proper examination, what's so different in sending in the thing?"

     Hank's voice destroys every sense of calm in your veins. You're going fucking bonkers now. It's like they worship this brown-haired robot. Prancing around its steel feet, praying to the android gods above. You've come to a conclusion; you are officially the only sane human in this police division. Everyone's brains are being melted by the second and they'll all just become slaves for the androids. Yup, I’ve solved the case.

"Shh, shh, shut up. Listen." Gavin lays his hand on your right shoulder, which you quickly brush off.

"I was fucking breathing."

     He replies with a grimy finger to his lips, staring forward. You sulk in the chair, intertwining your fingers atop the desk. The ice pack is balanced on your head and you stare forward. King-Droid seems to be calming the defendant down. Seriously?

"I could have easily calmed the thing down, this isn't all that fantastic." you scoff, adjusting the cooling pack.

     Hank flicks your head in response. It sure shuts you up. I am getting favoured over a bottle cap. I leave for one year and all of Detroit's been fucked in the ass by Alexa, Google Home, and Cortana at the same time. This is absolute bullshit. Choosing these things? Over trusted humans? This is surely humanity's last stra-

"No!"

...come again?

"No, please don't do that!"

     All three of you are now leant toward the glass, your nose virtually pressed on it. All that stupid popcan had to do was threaten to probe its memory ooooh spooky!

"What..."

     A beautifully awkward sound of leather, wood, and the chair squeal in harmony as your trio incline forward again. If it weren't for the one-way glass, there would be three sources of breath in their own designated spots.

"What are they going to do to me?"

Baby bye, bye, bye, BYE BYE.

"They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" its voice is in a panicked hiss.

Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

"They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened."

     This goes on for a little while, the honoured golem teetering between comfort and warning. You just watch soundlessly, intrigued for the outcome. Cold droplets trickle down your neckline, for the pack on your head had started to melt. You can't resist the urge to shiver, swiftly wiping away the excess water.

     Your attention is slowly dispersing and you're starting to lose interest. You notice your stomach grumble - right, you'd forgotten to eat before all of this. Come to think of it, you're starving. Your gut agrees and wails to you again.

"Shh!" Gavin jeers.

Oh please.

     You start to lift onto your feet, wanting to grab a snack, but are interrupted by a voice that has been heard to the very minimal. Seriously though, vending machine cashews would kill right about now...

"He tortured me everyday..."

     Your ass is stapled back into the chair, holding your tongue as its mouth finally starts to move. You listen intently, watching the emotions.

     You're amazed at how...real these androids look. This...suspect. Its..his eyes were saying something. His face held...pain. The way he says he was scared makes your breath falter. For a moment, you could really believe they're humans...with their own lives...own problems.

     But your eyes move to the annoying one and the funky lighted circle gives it away.

     Connor no, that hurt to say... asks more questions. And that's when you feel shivers crawl up your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae. The dark-skinned bot falls into a trance, speaking of ra9. Claiming it will save them all...that they'll no longer be slaves. You swallow hard, feeling regretful...and alarmed. You blink. You never know what these two could be doing in there.

"What if they're secretly communicating to each other? Through their...biocompo-nents...? you ask under your breath.

"As if. They can't mind...speak." the brunette scoffs behind you.

"Yeah? And how would you know." you bark back.

You're interrupted by Hank, smacking both of you.

The RK800 turns its head toward the mirror; harsh and precise. "I'm done."

     You jolt up. Goosebumps on your skin, hairs on your arms standing tall and attentive. That interrogation gave me the creeps...

     All three of you flood out the main door, heading to the one just a foot away. Officer Chris Miller tags along who you literally hadn’t noticed until he cleared his throat, preparing to move the aberrant. No...that's just weird to say. Suddenly, the room feels a lot smaller. Six of you is six too many.

"Chris, lock it up." Gavin commands gruffly. You notice how he eyes the RK800, the model obviously ignoring his warning.

     Officer Miller detatches it from the table, but it jerks from his grasp. Your eyes narrow and you lean against the door, feeling drowned from the new energy in the space. Like defusing a ticking bomb.

     Gavin interjects aggressively, hassling Chris to move it. You watch awkwardly as they struggle, both of them pulling completely opposite ways. You push off from the wall, starting to get impatient.

"You're making this harder than it has to be." you state, trying to get its attention.

     Gavin yells once again, only to get the same in return. Your childish ass chimes in, telling Reed to back down, and now it's just a trio of toddlers crying for their candy. You're telling the cheese-smelling douche to hold his temper, while he's bitching about being tired. Chris yells at both of you two shut up when you notice the thing across you grab the officer's gun.

Fuck.

      In less than a second, blue...blood has coloured the ceiling. The HK400 is crumpled on the floor, gun laying loosely amoung its fingertips. Nothing stirs in all six of you. Your lungs have paused, muscles and eyes too. Your gaze is cemented on the one now pressed to the ground. The eyes still and wide like any other human lying dead. It stares off into another realm, mouth frozen in time, halfway through an inhale.

     This is what you forgot about. This part of the job. This raw, ferocious beast that gnaws at your gut. Chewing, ripping, tearing your meat agonizingly slow. Always hungry, always eating away at you.

"Holy shit."

     You whip your head at your father, revolted that the same words escaped his mouth...at the same time.

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AM 1:34:48

     Gulping down two pills of ibuprofen, you stare at Hank talking with his plastic buddy. You're leant against his desk, fiddling around with his pens and sticky notes. You sigh as you feel someone slide up next to you.

"How've you been, fucker. You looked like shit walking into the building cuffed. 'Thought you were the one being arrested."

     The grey-eyed dickwad chuckles at his comment, anticipating your snarky retort.

"Reed, I'm not in the mood." you grumble, wiping your eyes with the underside of your fingers.

     You can sense his frown and disappointment. There's a small pause, but sure enough, he doesn't leave you alone.

"Another fight with Ben?"

Your stomach inverts and you feel the need to throw up. "Excuse me?"

     He raises his hands defensively. "Woah, woah. Just asking. You just always seem to be having problems with that guy."

"Where did you get this from, huh?" you threaten.

"Last time I saw you, you were whinging about him on the phone. You weren't being discrete."

     Sure...you weren't, but that doesn't mean he had the right to listen. He's a nosy, intrusive, grumpy old prick and you have never felt so disgusted in his presence.

"Stay out of my life, Reed. You have no right to ask me that. You have no right to assume things about me, and you have no right to be a...fucking asshole!"

"That last one isn't even-"

You slapped him.

     There's a sliver of regret, but your choler has clouded your mind. Do I have anger issues?

     Next thing you know, Hank is lecturing you about having manners, controlling your actions, thinking before you do, blah blah blah. You've heard this all before, it's like you're thirteen again, getting pestered at for feeding the dog your lasagna. Or cutting off that stupid girl's ponytail. She was a wicked shrew...

     Behind Hank, you catch Gavin start to snicker. Absolutely not. You push past the bearded man and start to pummel the brunette's chest. And I mean pummel. Beat. Punch. Slam. Not one giggle leaves his toxic mouth. Poppa tries to pry you off, but he gets an elbow to the nose. Respect your elders, am I right? All this anger...is barely even from Gavin's stupid words. This is the rage from the past two hours. Tonight has been hell. Trudging through disaster after disaster. It's all too much. Your gums start to ache due to the tightness of your jaw. Your hands begin to shake, each blow somehow impacting you. It's like you're just beating up yourself.

     A pair of arms wrap around your sore body, ripping you from your poor...punching bag. Gavin's face is already swelling. Black and blue covering his skin. Blood as the cherry on top. He's dead quiet now, breathing heavily as he lays on the ground. But then...you notice Hank on the ground too, blood spilling from his nose. If Hank's on the ground...then that means...

     You look down and see grey sleeves, detailed with black and silver. No, no, no, no...

"LET ME GO YOU CLUSTER OF RUSTY NAILS."

"I'm sorry, Detective Anderson, but you need to calm down before I can let you go."

I hate his voice, I hate his voice, I hate his voice...

"I'm calm." your voice like honey flowing over chocolate mousse.

     You drop every emotion in your face. All of your tensed muscles fall and you seep into its chest. Its arms fall from your torso. You wait a beat, then completely turn around.

You punch it square in the face.

     You watch in delight as its face snaps back. It stumbles, just once, which truly is enough for you. There's a burst of relieve and triumph, followed by a sting and numbness between your knuckles

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, fuck. Fucking fuck. Okay, so worth it, though...

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[mistressemmedi]

What happened to Estenecks career? I only just started rewatching F1 this year

Omg it was a glorious disaster and he 100% brought it upon himself with his attitude. 

Settle down because this will be a long one lmao (putting it under the cut)

So Esteneck started out at Haas with Grosjean, and his ‘comeback’ season started off great when he collided with Alonso at the AustralianGP (The car almost yeeted Fernando but that’s another story). This was 2016.

By Spain, he was already criticizing the team since the car had some mechanical issues that needed to be addressed - this was after the team defended him after he nailed Hulkie at the Russian GP on the first lap of the race lmao (100% his fault)

We gotta point out that this was Haas’ first year in the sport - there were obviously going to be issues lol but whatever 

In Baku, he made contact with Hulkie at the start of the race again. 

By this time, Romain had scored points 3 times, whereas Esteban was at a big fat zero. So after the EuropeanGP he released an interview saying that he had been sick for a virus for a months and that’s why he was not performing up to expectations. 

After the BritishGP, he was out of the points again. At this point, Gunther was interviewed and confirmed that Romain had a deal with Haas for the following season but that no decision was made about Esteban. Obviously this nerd goes out there, screaming from the rooftops, “OH YEAH, ME AND MY MEXICAN $$$ WILL BE ON THE GRID IN 2017″

HungarianGP comes around and this amazing specimen of a driver decided it would be a good idea to impede Lewis Hamilton and not allow the Brit to lap him (Lewis was fighting Nico for the win and points in the championship). When Lewis finally passed him, he extended the international gesture of displeasure towards Esteban. Then went on a rampage after with the media, while Esteban was all like “I didn’t see him or the 3 blue flags that were waved at me”. Cherry on top was the quote “ Not a very respectful move from him, I have to say. I've spoken to him in the past - he's the world champion but he shouldn't do these kinds of things, he should respect all of the competitors."You never know, maybe in the future I will be fighting [for] the championship with him so he has to respect that." 

FIA and Lewis called bullshit on all that, and he was penalized for ignoring the blue flags. Great banter. (Note - during all this, that saint of a man Steiner was defending Gutierrez)

You would think that at this point, Esteban would have taken a good hard look at his driving but his ego is as big as his neck, so that didn’t happen.

GermanGP comes around and Teflon Daniel lost it on Gutierrez and went on a rant about how the Esteban ignored the blue flags AGAIN and almost cost him the race. Obviously Esteban was like “who, meeee? :(” 

At this point Steiner again said “Yeah, driver :) decision :) in :) Monza :)” 

In Spa, Gutierrez decided that he would drive the car like he was on a leisurely stroll in the MIDDLE OF RAIDILLON while Pascal Wehrlein was coming up behind him on a flying lap (this happened in qualifying). Poor Pascal had to use his Manor car as a lawnmore to avoid an accident. The result was Esteban being penalized with drop of 5 spots from his quali result (quite harsh, but justified) - Gutierrez obviously wasn't happy,

Around comes the ItalianGP - no announcement from Haas LMAO 

Singapore comes around, with a Haas update (no announcement yet) and Gutierrez ONCE AGAIN decided that blue flags are for plebeians and decided to ignore them when Nico showed up behind him. Toto Wolff went on a lovely tirade about the Mexican afterwards - good times. 

By the end of September, Grosjean had scored 28 points for Haas, Esteban still at 0. Steiner was interviewed in Malaysia saying that they were in no rush to confirm drivers, meanwhile Esteban was giving out interviews saying he had ‘plenty of options’ - LMAO 

Malaysia was also a double retirement for Haas - technical issues for both cars. 

In Japan, he had a little scrap with Carlos and he finished behind the Manors if I recall correctly - yikes. 

At the UsaGP things are starting to crash - Steiner (who had ALWAYS defended Gutierrez up to that point) gave out an interview saying that ‘yes, Haas had issues - but the team was expecting waaaay more from Esteban’. 

At the Mexican GP, Esteneck received a hero’s welcome, tanked the race and gave a bitchy interview about Haas and their delay in making a decision. 

When asked about why it was taking so long, his response was:

"It's a question I often ask myself. My performance has been demonstrated in a very clear way within the team.

"I know very well that there have been many external factors that haven't allowed me to have the same opportunities as Romain. I don't see a reason why they need to wait. Maybe there's an external factor that is influencing this."

Pure, golden comedy. 

Obviously when asked, Steiner’s reply was “Oh we’ll let him know soon :)” 

As soon as the MexicanGP was over, Haas announced they took on Kevin to replace Esteban (*insert ooooh snap* gif here). The best was that at the next GP (Brazil) Esteban released an interview saying “It wasn’t fair!” *crying baby GIF*. Then he had a retirement and blew up at the team in the garage, which Steiner considering coming to blows with Gutierrez and his neck (please refer to video)

His lovely attitude and amazing performance ensured that nobody would consider him as a driver in 2017 (despite the $$$$ he had) after the Brazilian blowout - hence the final nail in the coffin comment. 

Besides all that, there was a rumor going around that he was not very nice to his engineers/mechanics behind the scenes, and he staged a ‘meeting’ with them to talk about how crappy they had been as a team and how were they going to fix the car so it didn’t break down on him again - THE BALLS ON THIS GUY LMAO

So that’s the story of how Gutierrez fucked up in ‘comeback’ in F1. 

Fyi that year Grosjean scored 29 points - Esteban? A zero so big, it was directly proportional to his neck 

ABSOLUTE. UNIT.

[favescandis]

Mads Mikkelsen in AUGUSTMAN SG

Photos by Carlos Serraro. Words by Alexandra Pollard/Farhan Shah (June 2019)

article also found on augustman.com:

THE ENIGMATIC MADS MIKKELSEN IS HAVING A MOMENT THIS YEAR

“In many ways, it was the most physical thing I’ve ever done,” says Mads Mikkelsen of his film, Arctic, the gruelling tale of a man stranded in the snowy wilderness. “Ever.” It’s a big claim, especially coming from Mikkelsen. For one thing, the Danish actor had started out as a gymnast, then spent a decade as a dancer before quitting to study drama in 1996. He was already 31 at this point, but it didn’t take him long to make his mark – that same year, he appeared in the first of Nicolas Winding Refn’s acclaimed Pusher trilogy as a troubled heroin dealer, a role he reprised in 2004 to critical acclaim. In 2006, he broke out worldwide as eye-bleeding villain Le Chiffre in the Bond film Casino Royale. Later came The Hunt (2012) – a forthright and hauntingly nuanced portrait of a man falsely accused of child sexual abuse – and more mainstream fare, such as Marvel’s Doctor Strange, and Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.

And Arctic? It’s one of those sleeper hits that, much like a stone rolling down a steep snowy slope, has increasingly garnered acclaim from plaudits and audiences alike, long after its run in the cinema has ended. Much of this can be attributed to Mikkelsen, who is a riveting tour de force. It’s the type of film that sinks or swims based on the performance of one person. Mikkelsen hauls the film on his back and drags it along the ice to its very thrilling end. If anything, it very much resembles a certain A-List actor who goes by the moniker Leo and his performance in the harrowing The Revenant.

A Quiet Danish The 53-year-old has built a career on bringing gruff gravitas to smaller films, and a left-field sensibility – helped by his inscrutable face, all high cheekbones and distinctive pout – to mainstream ones. But today, he doesn’t want to talk about any of that. He is here to talk about Arctic. And only Arctic.

In fact, Mikkelsen won’t even roam into Arctic-adjacent territory. I mention a recent interview, in which he contested the idea that there’s a message about climate change wrapped up in the film’s stark survivalist narrative.

“That’s not what the film is about, that’s not the reason we made the film,” he says. “It’s a film about the difference between surviving and being alive. It’s a film about humanity.” Does he feel that in the current climate, both literally and politically speaking, people are increasingly seeing allegories that aren’t necessarily there? “I know exactly what you’re talking about, it’s The Guardian,” he says. “Of course that writer chose to make it what he wants, so I’m not making that mistake again. I’m talking about this film, and that’s it.”

So he doesn’t want to talk about anything else except the film? “No, because it always turns out to be the main message in the interview, and I’m not walking into that trap again.”

I can see why Mikkelsen is so cautious – that interview certainly contained some contentious quotes – though I find it hard to see how he was “trapped”. After all, surely nobody forced him to say: “Yeah, the climate is changing, but to what degree are we a part of it, and to what degree are we not and what to do about that is a big question. I mean the science is divided. Right now it seems like it’s not, but it is divided.” He went on to suggest that nuclear energy was a possible solution, “but nobody wants to have a talk about that”. When the interviewer brought up #MeToo, Mikkelsen said he was “reluctant to go there”, citing the response to a 2017 Matt Damon interview – in which he suggested that sexual misconduct allegations be treated on a “spectrum of behaviour” – as evidence that “this is not a healthy discussion any more”.

Does he feel he was misquoted? “Basically what I was trying to tell him is that when there is a conflict in the world, which there always is, and there is definitely now, the problem is the real lack of communication between the two sides. And it seems to be that nobody is really interested in having that conversation, and that communication. And that’s all I have to say about that subject.” I breeze past the mild irony in what he’s just said.

I had wanted to ask him his thoughts on the progress of diversity in Hollywood, given that he’s been involved in three major franchises – Bond, Star Wars and Marvel – all of which are having to confront historical deficiencies in that regard. “I have tons to say about that,” he says, “but not in this interview. I’m trying to sell a film that I’m immensely proud of, and I know that it will drown unless we just stick to the subject.”

Into The Wilderness Back to the film, then. Thankfully, it’s a very good one. Aside from the brief, startling appearance of a polar bear (“It was a so-called ‘semi-trained’ polar bear, and that little giveaway told us absolutely not to go anywhere near it”), Arctic is a two-hander. In fact, Mikkelsen’s Overgård spends the first third entirely alone. We observe him going through the motions of his daily ritual – catching fish, carving out “SOS” in huge letters in the snow, checking his radio transmitter for signs of life – though he seems to have given up hope of being found. “He’s just there, he’s existing,” says Mikkelsen. “He’s surviving, rather than being alive.”

In another interview, the Danish actor revealed that he walked for 12 to 13 hours every day for the film. “Just to get the amount of calories [for that] was impossible. So I just forgot to eat that much and got weaker and weaker from day one.” Much like how his character become more and more frail as the film progressed.

It was crucial to Mikkelsen that the movie not fall into the “flashback trap”. We learn very little about the protagonist, what his life was like before his helicopter crashed. “In the ’80s, we started doing flashbacks and then everyone fell in love with that,” says Mikkelsen. The way he sees it, almost every film these days uses that structure. Or, at least, has the lead character regaling another with the story of their past.

“It becomes a problem when we think it is a necessity, that we have to know that he has two blonde boys back home who are waiting for papa to come home. I mean, seriously, isn’t it heartbreaking enough? Do we really have to see these two kids crying back home? Can’t we just imagine how painful it is for everyone? I think that is the strength of this film, not to play the violins of emotions. And another thing, if we place him in a world that is very precise, it wouldn’t be me and you up there, it would be him, and we wanted it to be me and you in this situation. We wanted it to be a film about humanity and not a film about a specific person.”

If at first it is us and him, soon a third party enters the picture. When another helicopter crashes nearby, killing the pilot instantly, Overgård is given a reason to live. A young woman (María Thelma), the only other person in the helicopter, is badly injured but alive. Helping her survive becomes his only goal. “His humanity starts coming back to him,” says Mikkelsen. “He becomes, slowly, more and more alive.”

When Thelma turned up for her first day of filming, Mikkelsen was elated. “That was the happiest day on set when she came,” he said. “I had spent so much time alone at that point, I was going crazy. Having an actor to talk to and go through ideas with was just a gift from heaven. And obviously for the character himself, it was also the best day of his life. Even though what happened was a disaster, it was also a gigantic gift.”

An Atypical Arc I was a little worried, when we first meet the woman (we never properly learn her name), that the film was going to turn into a romance. “I had the exact same feeling reading the script,” chuckles Mikkelsen, newly convivial, clearly happy to be back on topic. “She appeared and I was like, ‘Uh oh, here we go!’ I was so pleased it didn’t happen. If they’d spent 10 years out there, maybe it would have gone a different way, but that’s not the situation here. It’s absolutely not the first thing on your mind when you’re in a situation like this one. So yes, I was as pleased as you.”

There are moments of intimacy between them, though. At one point, when Overgård is laying the unconscious woman out onto a makeshift bed in his helicopter, he holds on to her for a moment longer than is strictly necessary. “It’s one of my favourite moments in the film,” says Mikkelsen. “It just came out of that situation actually, I was trying to lay her down on that bed, and then I realised that he would… he’s been craving this intimacy, another human being hasn’t been here for so long, so he just did it. It’s so beautiful. Not until we released the film… there were a few people commenting on that moment, in this era, [suggesting] that that could have been mistaken, but we never thought about that. We just thought it was such a beautiful moment.”

It’s not just because he’s had his fingers burnt that Mikkelsen only wants to talk about this film. He is evidently chuffed with it – particularly how it conveys with only the sparsest of dialogue the very essence of humanity and our need for connection. “It takes two to tango, it takes two people to become human,” he says. “It’s very, very difficult to be a human being all by yourself. So that’s the story we wanted to tell. In many ways, she’s the one saving him.”

Arctic is not the only glacial title that Mikkelsen acted in this year. He was also the lead in the Netflix film Polar, which has nothing to do with ice in spite of its name. It’s a return to form for Mikkelsen, who had been somewhat in the shadows for the past two years. But in some respects, Mikkelsen has perhaps come to grips with the new world now. And is ready to demonstrate to the younger audience why he’s always been known as the actor’s actor.

by Farhan Shah

[nyxi-styx]

On Character Development

Let me preface this by saying that I started watching Supernatural somewhat casually in 2012, but binging in 2014. (The first episode I ever saw was actually a rerun of ‘A Very Supernatural Christmas’ back in 2008/09-ish.) I diligently watched EVERY episode, catching up online or on the app when I didn’t have cable. I stopped watching season 12 a few episodes in because I hated it. I watched some of the beginning of season 13 and it was “okay”, watched Scoobynatural because I’ve loved Scooby-Doo for as long as I can remember (my bedroom in 2nd grade when I was living with my grandma was entirely scooby-doo themed), and watched Gabriel’s episodes because... he’s my fave. I got tired of the repetitive storylines and recycled lore. I got tired of their mistreatment of characters. I am still tired of these things. And I’m tired of the constant fandom drama. I tried to leave, to get out, to stop caring. But I still care about the characters, the cast, my ships... Destiel and writing content for it has been a big part of my freetime for the past 4-5 years. It’s hard to walk away from something that has made you feel so many things so intensely. I started out as a Dean girl (still am) and Samcurious (Still am). Then I was a Cas girl, a Crowley girl, fuck- even a Kevin girl, before ultimately settling on Gabriel. When information about the end of season 14 came out, I was surprised at the route they’d chosen to go, amused, and- as a Rob Benedict fan- kind of excited. I was (and still am) ready for the absolute SHIT SHOW I know season 15 is going to be. It’s either going to be bad in the way that bad horror movies exist and you watch them because they’re so terrible but they’re fun. Or it’s going to be bad and no one is going to have a good time. It’s going to be emotional in the time leading up to the airing of it all anyway. There’s going to come “Last day filming with [actor]” posts, “Last day in the Impala“ posts, “Last day in the bunker” posts, and saddest of all “Last day as Dean/Sam/Castiel” posts. It’s going to be painful. But I’m ready and willing. I can’t wait to see what they do next. Anyway...

I tried to watch JUST the season 14 finale. But I barely made it five minutes before I had to turn it off. Not because it was bad, but because the recap, “Carry On Wayward Son”, and J2′s acting abilities and the EMOTIONS they portray... dragged me right back in. I knew I had to catch up. Against my better judgement. “Fuck.”

So, once I finished catching up on “Slasher” (great Netflix series, highly recommend), I started catching up on anything I hadn’t seen of season 13 and rewatching Gabriel’s episodes. (Did I mention he’s my fave?)  I’m now 10 episodes into season 14.

Now, the show isn’t without its faults still. Honestly, so many things could be solved if Sam and Dean would stop letting monsters monologue. Shoot first, ask questions later. But... then we lose all the drama, right? Still more things could be solved if Sam and Dean would talk to each other openly and honestly but hey. BMs, right? Bro moments? Broments?

First of all, no one will EVER be able to touch Mark Pellegrino’s performance as Lucifer. He makes me feel everything: From “Lucifer is annoying and I goddamn love him; he’s so funny.” to “Jesus fucking christ just KILL HIM WHILE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE!!! STAB LUCIFER! LET HIM DIE!!” and everything in between. He almost got me to sympathize with him. Yikes.

Secondly, the range of Misha fucking Collins and his multiple portrayals of different versions of Castiel (and Jimmy) will never stop blowing me away. He’s gone from Angel of the Lord and High Holy Tax Accountant and you WILL show him some damn respect!... to sassy as fuck (honestly I live for him sassing Lucifer while they were locked up in hell) and not willing to take shit from anyone except Sam and Dean. And that’s growth, man. He’s just... I don’t have the ability to put all of my thoughts and emotions into words, so please settle for a simple “UGHGHGHGHHHHHHHH” followed by a keysmash like so: aslkfla;sknfkasdjfnwqrjqejrfna Sam, Dean, and Cas are all REALLY GOOD DADS to JACK??????????? Like I expected it from Cas since it’s his duty because he promised Kelly and all, and I kinda expected it from Dean once he came around because he’d be the dad he wished he’d had, but I wasn’t quite expecting it from Sam??? But Sam is REALLY good??????

Sam has changed a lot too, overtime, and I don’t know how to describe it, exactly, but whatever it is... while I have always recognized Jared as a handsome man- sure, even hot or sexy at times- I never was SUPER into him... I’m more attracted to Sam now than I have ever been in the past and it’s something in his personality that has shifted that I can’t quite put my finger on. But attraction aside, it’s so GOOD to see these characters actually grow, change, and develop despite the fact that the show seems to have forgotten how to do that.

Now, at first, when I heard about Dean accepting warzone!Michael and being his vessel, I was angry. “Fuck that. That’s out of character. Dean would NEVER!” But... upon seeing it happen... okay, I get it. It was super in character. And it was awesome to see Jensen play something vastly different (and kinda hot) and do so very fucking well. The pain and fear on his face when he realizes what he has to do... Well fucking done Jensen!!! And the raw fear and pain on Castiel’s face as he waits alone... Well fucking done, Misha!!!

What I hadn’t noticed in my first watch-through of “Exodus” (I think)- and it’s probably because I was angry and turned it off- was that Dean said “Gabe sacrificed himself for us. We owe him everything.” First of all, I love the canonization of calling Gabriel “Gabe”. 12/10 Secondly, this is not the attitude I would ever have expected Dean to have about Gabriel. Not when you consider their history. And Jensen’s delivery of that really hurt. Additionally, when Gabriel is recounting his time hiding out in Monte Carlo to Sam and Dean, and Sam gets annoyed and cuts him off, Dean looks like he’s actually enjoying the story. He even turns to look at Sam with an expression I can only describe as “excuse you. the man lived my fantasy life and i’m living vicariously. rude.” The fact that Dean wasn’t always curt or hostile towards Gabriel is not at all what I expected and it’s honestly good to see that kind of growth. Dean and Gabriel aren’t really super different, after all. Furthermore, what I didn’t notice through BOTH times I watched Gabriel’s s13 episodes and what was featured in the recap preceding 14x01... Dean shouted “Gabe! No!” when Gabriel was killed by Michael. I didn’t notice this before and I legitimately had to pause the recap because it pained me. It genuinely brought me to tears. Again: GROWTH. Like... Dean actually cared about Gabriel. And that was something I never expected but oh my god.

I love finding things out about the characters we didn’t know before. So we all knew that Dean likes junk food, is a big nerd, loves Scooby-Doo, and loves classic rock music (and is a disaster bi) but I LOVED finding out that he loves horror movies and uses them as an escape. (Jesus, Dean and I are almost the same person except I’m pan). Gabriel’s entire backstory is another thing I loved finding out. Juicy tidbits are the best tidbits. But Gabriel’s character development is another whole post on its own.

Sam taking control and commanding forces out of the bunker is another personal favorite. As was Sam’s interactions with Lucifer and Rowena.

I don’t know. I’m starting to ramble because all of this is just bringing up more thoughts and I’m getting disorganized and derailed. It’s too long of a post as it is so I’ll just end it.

I’m just really glad to see the characters growing and developing in a show that’s just a dead cash cow that they won’t quit beating enough to take risks and make changes.

Oh god, the Wayward Sisters episode was its own hot pot of character development and  a masterpiece, but again... another post of it’s own.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

OKAY so I finally got around to watching Descendants 3, I’m watching it right now and I have some stuff to say

opening music number? fuckin bitchin, we STAN whoever writes these villain songs. I do like the ones from the first two movies better, but it does show more of how the Isle of the Lost has changed since the first four went to Auradon (idk if that’s how it’s spelled don’t judge me)

SMEE HAS TWINS

I’ve only known facilier’s daughter for three and a half minutes but if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

aight, so Hades is definitely going to play a big part in this movie, whether he’s a villain or a bad guy gone good. He’s gonna be important, and it’s a little random because he wasn’t even mentioned for the last two movies

THE P R O P O S A L. I’M CRYING Y’ALL. I LOVE THEM

Seeing Cameron being a goofball as Carlos makes me want to cry. I love him and I wish more than anything that he was still here.

anyway, sad stuff aside, Audrey is obviously going to be some sort of villain just based on her whole rant about the proposal. not the best choice for a villain, considering she wasn’t that memorable from the first movie and her motive is a little cliche, but whatever

ooooOOOOOHHHH SHE’S GOT A VILLAIN SONG

OH NO SHE’S HOT!! AUDREY KILL ME PLEASE!!!

Mal wanting to close the barrier for good is a little out of character in my opinion

Audrey showing up when she did is also a little random, not sure why that was necessary. She just turned Mal into an old lady and left???? 

The pacing of the whole movie is a little weird so far, but every movie seems like that to me at first and it seems better the second time I watch it so it could totally just be me

AUDREY SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY. OH GOD IM IN LOVE HER VOICE IS BEAUTIFUL

I CHANGED MY MIND I LOVE AUDREY AS A VILLAIN

and now Mal is back to normal?? what was the point of audrey cursing her in the first place?

the actor for Dr. Facilier could NOT be better!!! I love him, and I LOVE that he has an arcade kinda thing going on in the Isle. just,,,,, UGH he is incredible

OHHHHH IT’S THE PIRATE BOYS

k so we visiting Hades now and idk why theyre on this minecart/bike sorta thing? they could literally walk faster than that but you know what the sequence was cool so imma let it slide

HE SLEEPS TO FUCKING DOG SOUNDS I LOVE HADES

he’s wearing shades while he sleeps the absolute madlad

oh god he’s hotter up close

hOLD ON DID SHE JUST SAY D A D

WHAT THE FUCK HADES IS HER DAD

that sassy scarf flip?? im lov he

OHHHHHHH HE’S SINGING NOW

god this kind of song totally fits his aesthetic. All the songs are absolutely incredible so far and so is the choreography, just like the other two movies

THE TAMBOURINE. WHAT A FUCKIN DRAMA QUEEN, I LOVE HADES

he radiates chaotic bi energy i love this man

i LOVE audrey!! her motives may be cliche, sure, but she is incredible

PIRATE BOYS GOT OUT AND OH NO UMA’S PRETTY

uma and mal have such a good dynamic 

“i can feel you lurking...” “good” could harry and jay get any gayer

ANOTHER SONG FUCK YEAH

I love Evie playing mediator between Mal and Uma, and the two of them working together in this fight scene??? NICE

Have I mentioned how much I love the choreography?

Evie making them do team bonding sksksksksksksk

is gil flirting with jay

jAY’S FLIRTING BACK

is gil asking him out???

i want harry to stab me with his hook

i would literally die for celia, she’s such a precious kid

okay so Mal wanting to close the barrier is more relevant now that Celia thinks they’re letting all the kids out of the Isle, I take back what I said earlier

OH EVIE’S SINGING, WHAT A DRAMA QUEEN I LOVE HER

god they are so cute together im crying

OHHHHH BEN’S A BEAST!!!!

im literally going to cry i love carlos and cameron

does ben just??? have a beard now??? is that permanent?? god i hope so it’s rly cute

I LOVE HARRY, HOLY FUCK, PLEASE DATE ME

harry radiates disaster bi energy and he’s sTILL FLIRTING WITH JAY, HE LITERALLY JUST CALLED HIM GORGEOUS I’M-

if they don’t end up together at the end i’m gonna RIOT

mal and uma?? working together??? i love them

BEN’S GOT LIDDLE FANGS HE’S SO CUTE

can i just take a moment to comment on harry’s eyeliner??? ugh he’s hot

i would die for chad

hey uhhhh have i mentioned how pretty jane is??? i love her so much

“mal promised to let all the kids off the isle” ohhhhh DRAMA

oH NO UMA IS SAD

SO IS HARRY

CELIA’S GONNA CRY NO

ok this is a good fucking scene, evie’s gonna cry and mal- oH GOD OH FUCK THEY’RE ALL STATUES

ohhhhhh a SONG

showing clips from all the movies show her character development is just,,,, UGH i LOVE it! it’s such a powerful moment for her and i love how she’s changed through the series

OH FIGHT SCENE

AUDREY’S GOT CELIA FUCK

UMA’S HELPING I’M IN LOVE

audrey does such a good evil laugh why was she not a villain sooner

audrey’s been defeated but there are still twenty minutes left??? what’s happening is audrey dead or sumn

i’m sorry but WHERE THE FUCK IS BEN’S BEARD. GIVE IT BACK TO HIM PLEASE IT’S CUTE

ngl i would be ok if uma and harry ended up together theyre kinda cute

again,,,,, i would die for celia

IT’S THE CHAOTIC BI HIMSELF

FUCKIN HADES BABEY!!!!!

“When you guys try to destroy the world, it’s an error in judgement. But when it’s one of us? Lock ‘em up, throw away the key. Right, Beast?” i,,,, love this man. seriously could hades possibly have been more perfect

hades growling at the beast is,,,, ngl kinda hot

god i love audrey, she was such a good villain, and her apology??? nice

THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD FATHER/DAUGHTER MOMENT, I LOVE HADES AND MAL AND OH NO SHE’S CRYING FUCK

“speech, oh fancy one!” i love jay so much

mal’s speech??? im crying, look at how much she’s grown

THEY’RE OPENING THE BARRIER!!!!

UMA’S HAPPY LIL TWIRL???? SHE’S BABEY!!!

it’s a bop!! fuck yeah!!!

the choreography of the last dance number is just?? phenomenal??? 

ok harry and audrey are gonna be a cute couple but can i just say right now that gil and jay are canonically together in my opinion and you can’t change my mind

that last shot of the four of them running across the bridge??? poetic cinema

IS CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN SINGING DIG A LITTLE DEEPER???? HOLY FUCK

this movie was such a good ending to the series, i loved how every character developed, the music and choreography was incredible, 11/10 would watch again