#pete's funeral

[auseyre]

Prompt #8 Favorite Scene (again)

Reasons why this scene is amazing.

Porsche rubbing Kinn's back in comfort because Tankhun is genuinely pissed at him even while being incredibly dramatic and Kinn is feeling guilty and absolutely hates to upset his brother.

Not one, not two, but three trained bodyguards completely freaked the hell out and abandoned their charges(well, unless you count Porsche climbing on Kinn's back as some kind of protection) at the sight of "zombie" Pete.

That Yok is there. Tankhun feels close enough to Yok to include her and look, Yok is the first person in Tankhun's life that isn't either related to him or paid by his family in who knows how long, so that's a big deal.

Arm being upset that Tankhun told Pete's ghost to visit his dreams. The little flinch and "why?" look is hilarious.

The fond little face pat and smile that Kinn gives Pete when they realize he's alive, before he's literally knocked out of the way by Arme and Pol mobbing Pete.

The Pete mobbing. Porsche poking his arm to make sure he's really not a ghost before they all pile onto Pete's poor bruised body, my little gang together once more.

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Omg omg GUYS! ! SLIDER in tgm! ⚡❤️🥹😭😭

This pic just dropped of Rick slider rossovich and Tom maverick cruise during the iceman funeral scene 😭

[egyptroyal]

@girl-in-the-tardis but initially i had this drafted before tony todd passed away as a whole different thing but then he passed and i got sad and when i get sad, doctor who do dark comedy so heres ✨️dark comedy✨️

"And?"

"You will not ruin this simply because you were too chickenshite to aapologize and ask them to peg you in public and instead chose using my shit to avoid yours so, go handle it."

Rose was staring them down, unfazed but internally steamed at the audacity. Who were they to pop up at her dad's- well, step dad but, since they were the same... well, its fickle - funeral. An array of color was what was asked. Wear colors. This world's alternate Pete's family was in mourning and here they were in black.

It was already bad enough their Doctor came to attend - uninvited, mind you - to mourn a version's version of her dad. Though, at least it was clear no one could mistake the Doctor they knew vs the friend she made. She had a better cover story for him. But, for this lot? She can't use twin anything. Twin cousin, twin sisters, step-twins - or clones!

Unless they had perception filters on, they were rather shit out of luck.

She can't vouch for them but, hopefully their Doctor could. Still, appearences - she had to be 'mad'. He was making it difficult though but what else was new.

"And what? I didn't ev–"

That visual she gave shut him right up before he could finish his own thought. Turning about face towards his family. If they were even that anymore. She called it like it was and he couldn't correct her on that. Not now. Like a scolded child, he walked towards them.

[torchflies]

Jake would host a funeral for his spleen (that Mav totallyyyyyyyy didn't steal from pathology) much like you hold a funeral for a goldfish

(Shhh, it’s totally still in Pathology).

And Maverick is LUCKY if all he has to do is steal it back. Jake requests a full eulogy and serenade over the jar they bury 🤣🤣

Lol don't think they can flush a spleen. 🤣🤣

Thank you nonny!!! Ily!!!

[asummersarah]

“Anthony looks like if Pete Wentz was white” 😭

[amelia-mariee]

I know a lot happened in volume 3, but we're kind of ignoring Quill coming back to earth. He's living on earth for the first time in almost 40 years. You know how much he missed? At some point he probably visited or saw a picture of NYC and was like "hey I don't see the twin towers" and Jason Quill had to sit down his 40 year old grandson and teach him about 9/11.

[missathlete31]

Left Behind Chapter 3

Masterlist to find other chapters: Here

Chapter 2 is here

Chapter Summary- The Funeral for Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Warnings- obviously a lot of angst in this chapter. Although Jake is still alive, the team doesn’t know this and so this chapter is when they hold the funeral for their fallen friend and teammate

I hope I did the scene justice

The remains believed to be Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin arrived at the docks of Miramar in the middle of the night and during a torrential rain storm. The disembarkment was immediately halted and Admiral Simpson ordered a guarded watch on the casket until conditions improved. The crew of the carrier all opted to remain onboard as a show of respect, while the Dagger Squad remained at Top Gun waiting for the clouds to clear enough for their teammate to come home.

Javy Machado eventually reached his limit though, his need for his brother to be back on land and in the closest place to a home he ever had winning out as he begged Cyclone to reconsider. Javy also couldn’t bear the thought of Jake being alone in the bowels of a ship for even a second longer, Jake deserved better.

So at half past two in the morning, in the pouring rain Javy stood at attention, his arm raised unwavering in a salute as six men carried the casket bearing what was believed to be Hangman down across the docks. The other Daggers all joined Coyote, standing in line and with respect to their fallen comrade. Not one of them brushed the rain out of their faces; instead they used it to hide their own tears that fell just as quickly.

When the casket was parallel to their group, Javy took a step forward, walking out of his post to come closer to the flag-draped coffin. He reached a shaky hand out, clutching weakly at the sodden fabric and felt his sobs shudder through his body. He stood there for a long while, the progression waiting for his cue, not a sound across the area despite the horrid conditions.

Finally, Javy pulled back and nodded at the leader, who clicked his heels and started the march once more towards the hangars. Coyote stumbled backward, his body at a loss as his heart felt decimated in his chest. Before he could fall though, strong arms gripped him, Payback taking one side while Omaha grabbed the other, his Dagger Family supporting Javy from all sides as he crumbled into tears.

The funeral was set for two days after, in the same cemetery that Admiral Kazanksy had been laid to rest. Captain Mitchell had gone pale when Coyote informed his Commanding Officers of his decision for Jake to be buried close to North Island but the older man didn’t argue, just gripped his Lieutenant’s arm tightly as they talked over logistics.

Due to the high priority mission that Hangman had been shot down attempting, the higher ups in the Navy had all been informed and were stated to attend. Admiral Simpson informed Coyote that even the Secretary of the Navy had confirmed his attendance for the event. Unfortunately the man was a family friend of John Seresin, Jake’s father, who had made quite a name for himself in Washington Politics as an oil lobbyist. The Naval Secretary had of course offered his condolences to the entire Seresin family when he stated his intention of going leading to John and his wife Corrine to find out the details of their son’s untimely demise. Despite the fact that they had all but disowned their son when he chose to enlist as a means to get out of the cold and abusive house they created, the Seresins were going to the funeral. As the old adage went, never let a good tragedy go to waste, and John Seresin knew that the death of his son could be the perfect stepping stone for his own aspirations of political office. The Texas Governor primary was only a few short months away.

Javy might have punched a wall in Admiral Simpson’s office when he found out Jake’s parents were coming.

Which was followed by Maverick punching a different wall when Javy explained the horrible abuse Jake suffered by their hands growing up.

Admirals Simpson and Bates were also upset, though they managed to keep their fists from going through anymore drywall. However if a few privates and administrators happened to hear Beau screaming in insubordination to Admiral Cain about sitting the Seresins in the front row, they all managed to keep it to themselves. Besides, Cyclone lost that battle before he even tried.

Javy wanted to be mad, wanted to scream and shout and cry and punch until the wound that had developed in his heart by the loss of his best friend stopped aching so desperately. He wanted Jake’s parents as far away from the funeral as humanly possible but yet he also wanted them right there, right in front so they could see the man their son was. The heroic and strong soldier, the ace pilot, the unbelievable friend; the man they should have loved and been proud of but instead they sneered at and tried to destroy.

The funeral was still by his design, despite the added attendees, and all Coyote really wanted was to speak on his friend’s behalf. Just like on the carrier that day when he fought over the debrief, Javy wanted to fight for the fallen pilot now, to show everyone the true Jake Seresin, the one that so very few people got the privilege to really see.

Cyclone of course agreed and so on the day of Hangman’s funeral, as the warm California sun hung high in the crisp blue sky, Javy stood in his dress whites and went to the podium. He was a horrible public speaker in school but at this moment his hands didn’t shake. He strode up there with purpose and with as much composure as someone in this sort of situation could manage. Javy squared himself as he set his papers in order, taking a glance at the crowd watching him. It was a good group, not the level that Admiral Kazanksy had gotten of course but it was still heartwarming to see the people who had come out. Every Dagger was there, and every Vigilante too, all the Cos standing tall and proud and even a surprising number of civilians. Penny Benjamin was there to pay her respects, her daughter at her side, each with weighty looks of grief for the loss. Javy’s own family came out in droves; the years of Jake attending all holidays with the Machados making them feel the loss as profoundly as Javy himself. Corrine and John sat in the front row, next to the Secretary of the Navy, the two parents wearing sunglasses to hide the fact that they had yet to shed even the slightest tear. Their son’s portrait hung right in front of them, Jake looking like the All-American hero that he was and yet neither could even bother to spare a second glance.

Javy didn’t let it deter him, instead he used it to fuel his speech even more.

“All of you here have come to pay your respect to Jake Seresin, but I’m sorry to say, I’m not sure if you all really knew Jake Seresin.” He looked up, expecting some looks from his words, a small feeling of vindication coming to him when he saw John Seresin squirm just the tiniest bit. “There were many faces to Jake, many different shows, all of them a part of him, but none the whole story. There was Hangman, the pilot, the best of the best, that’s the one most of you saw, the one he let the world see the most.” Javy huffed out a breath, “Hangman was Jake’s mask, the stone cold, heartless aviator that could swoop in and get the job done without breaking a sweat. Somehow that version of Jake became known for leaving his wingman behind. ‘Hangman leaving everyone hangin’” Coyote looked over to Phoenix, could see the young woman’s lip trembling with silent sobs, “I would ask Jake if it bothered him, that his call-sign was so purely insulting but he would always shake his head. ‘Let them say what they want Coyote’ he would tell me, ‘I’ll prove it to them in the end.’” Coyote sniffed back a sob, tears welling a bit in his eyes as he turned to the portrait of his best friend, “you showed ‘em man” he told the picture of Jake’s graduation photo, his green eyes wide, his hair perfectly coiffed and his smile just on the cusp of staying professional without looking too much like the cocky smirk he preferred. “Hangman was meant to be in the sky” Javy informed the group of people before him, “he was meant to be a pilot and he knew it. I wish that I could be as sure at anything as Jake was that the Navy was where he belonged. He excelled at it, in a way that was just unheard of. His skills were the best I’ve ever seen,” Coyote closed his eyes and pictured the times he got to fly with Jake in training, before the suicide mission and the pressure, when it was just Jake and Javy doing what they loved, “he devoured everything he could on planes and flying and the math and science of it all. He studied constantly, not just manuals but the mission logs of the men he admired most” Javy’s eyes roamed to Maverick. Pete was watching stoically, a twitch in his jaw betraying his emotions, though he stood straight and at attention. “Jake served his country faithfully, bravely, and heroically for over twelve years. He had countless deployments, endured things that would have broken lesser men and women but yet he never faltered.” Coyote sighed, “Jake took a life during one of his assignments, the first confirmed air to air kill in three decades. The Navy celebrated him, his team celebrated him, Hangman celebrated himself but Jake, the Jake he was afraid to let you all see” Javy shook his head, “he hated himself for it.” He looked over to the Dagger and Vigilante teams, all faced forward in respect but Coyote could tell they were all listening. “Jake was human, surprisingly so under all that cocky personality, and it killed him to take that life no matter what the circumstances.” He huffed weakly, “he’d kill me for telling you all this too but he cried all night that night after it happened, called me halfway through and I could barely understand him.” Javy motioned to his mother, Dorinda who was sobbing into Javy’s father handkerchief, “He even called my mother just to have that maternal figure to beg forgiveness from” there was a visible shudder from Corrine Seresin. “But Jake never needed to ask for forgiveness, not from us. He needed it from himself for the nightmares that plagued him for years after, that still plagued him, all the way until the end.”

Javy took a step back for a moment, flipping the page and taking a breather, his eyes avoiding the flag covered coffin and still staying on his best friend’s photo; the way he would always remember Jake, not a scorched body in a wooden box. Javy closed his eyes and tried to stay composed as his heart lurched thinking of Jake’s final moments. But he couldn’t lose it, not now, he still had more to say.

“Jake was not perfect” Coyote offered, “although if he was next to me he would probably have already grabbed the microphone to inform you that ‘yes in fact, he is perfect, in all things in fact’” Javy felt a little renewed at the wet chuckles from some of his teammates, “but Jake Seresin was stubborn, like a damn donkey. You couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to, believe me, 12 years of trying to get the guy to let me win one round of darts is the biggest proof of that.” The laughs sounded again, “And he was hardheaded; his three concussions alone can tell you. He pushed constantly, and not always in the right ways but it was for good reasons, I can assure you.” He looked up in the sky, “Jake wanted the best out of everyone around him because he believed that was the only way he himself could get better. He pushed you all” Javy looked to Jake’s former teammates, “and I know he pushed your buttons. I know there were times you wanted to punch him in his perfect teeth, some of you even did” he winked at Rooster, Phoenix, Omaha and Fritz, the latter two giving watery yet knowing nods back at him. “Hell I even punched him too one time when he mocked my landing after a long day. But you know what he did after? He got some ice for his blackening eye and then brought over the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream that he told me I couldn’t touch even though it was both of our favorites and he let me eat the whole thing. He never apologized for what he said,” Javy shook his head, “Hangman was not good at that, but he showed me that it wasn’t coming from a place of malice, just the need to make us all better. And that next day before we took off, he mentioned a few things he wanted to work on in his own landings, things he wanted to clean up-“ Coyote smiled to the group, “they were the things I needed to work on. Jake made it so we worked on it together.” The man at the podium scoffed fondly, “still felt good to get that punch in though, and seeing him with a black eye for a week did make me feel better, even if he got more attention from women when we went out because of it.”

As a few more laughs died away, Coyote looked down. There was one page left of his speech, the hardest page and Javy just closed his eyes for a moment and channeled his best friend’s strength. “I can’t say a lot about the mission that took Jake Seresin from this world. It was classified but let me assure you that what Jake and the rest of the team accomplished that day was nothing short of miraculous and we all should thank them for what they were able to achieved. Jake was shot down protecting a teammate” Javy’s eyes were still on his paper but he could hear the sudden sob of Rooster from a few feet away. Coyote knew if he looked up he wouldn’t be able to continue so he kept his head down and soldiered on. “He took a missile that would have killed a friend and it resulted in his own death.” The tears were falling now from the man’s face but he didn’t wipe them, “it hurts losing Jake like that” he told the crowd, “but it’s not surprising because it is exactly the way that Jake would have wanted to go.” Javy nodded to himself, willing his voice to stay steady, “for someone that was so cocky, and seemingly so full of himself, Jake had very little self-worth. I know that in his final moments he believed his life was not worth as much as his friends.” Coyote sobbed into his hand, which had started to tremble slightly as his emotions got the better of him. He dropped his head, cursing himself for failing to get through his whole speech when he felt a hand on his back. “You can do this” Captain Mitchell whispered softly, rubbing his hand comfortingly across the man’s spine, “you can.”

Javy shook his head, still not looking up, “no-“

“Yes,” Maverick insisted, surprisingly strong despite his own voice cracking slightly, “do it for Jake. Do it for your wingman.”

Coyote scrunched up his eyes and dipped his head a bit lower, thinking of his best friend; of all the times Jake was there for him, on early morning workouts pushing Javy to go a little bit further, up in the sky when he got Coyote to go just a bit faster, when he stayed with Javy and the rest of the Machados’ after the loss of Javy’s oldest sister, holding his best friend as he sobbed and being the strength that Javy couldn’t muster at the moment. Jake pushed him out of his comfort zone time and time again and it was only fitting that he would still manage it now, at his own damn funeral. Sighing out a long breath, Javy raised his head again, and powered on. “Jake was better than he thought he was, he deserved so much better. But even despite all that he still defied every expectation. I have never been more proud of him, my brother, than in his final moments. I want to end my speech today with some words from Jake himself“ Javy’s voice hitched as he unfolded an additional tinier piece of paper as carefully as possible, the writing a neat script that Maverick could see belonged to the deceased pilot. Javy cleared his throat, “the night before the mission Jake wrote letters for all of you.” He looked over to his teammates, “I apologize that it took me so long to be strong enough to go through his things to find them but I will give them to you after, so that you can hold a piece of him with you all as well.” Javy looked back down, “my letter, it-“ he sniffed, “it’s exactly how I would imagine Jake’s goodbye letter would be. I won’t read you all of it but there are some parting words I think you all need to hear to remember the real Jake Seresin by” he lifted the paper, afraid that if he kept it laying on the podium his tears might wet and ruin his best friend’s handwriting. “He said, ’I hope that if the worst has happened to me” Coyote began emotionally, “’that at least the rest of the team is okay. I’m sorry Javy, but I told you if the team leader spot is mine, I’m making sure they all get home, no matter what the cost. I hope you can forgive me-‘” the man started to sob again, Maverick griping his arm now to steady him. “’But they have more to give than this, more to give this world. You have to tell them to be the best of the best, goddamn it’” Javy wiped at his eyes, “’the tip of the sword, the pride of the Navy. Flying with them has been the biggest privilege of my life. I’m a better pilot, a better man, because of each and every one of them.’” Coyote looked to the Daggers, all of them openly crying, clutching each other in support as they listened to their fallen comrade’s words. “’I hope my final moments made them proud, that I made up for all the moments I failed them or let them down. I hope I made you proud too Javy, and your family. I could never thank you all enough for saving me all those years ago and showing me that family goes far beyond blood.’” The Machado contingent cried out louder, the entire distinguished Naval funeral collapsing into an emotional display of grief but Javy didn’t care. Jake deserved to see how much he was loved and Javy knew somewhere, wherever he was, Jake could see it. “Jake ended his letter asking for only one thing” the man told his audience, “he said, ‘If it’s not too much Javy, I wish that you and the others can think of me sometimes, just a couple of times as the years go on, so I’m not completely forgotten from this world. I didn’t do much but I hope I made a difference enough to you all that when you think of me it will be fondly. Please don’t remember me as Hangman but just as Jake. I might not have been a big part of all your lives but you meant the world to me’.” Javy lowered the paper carefully, and sobbed out a breath, “I will think of Jake everyday” he told the crowd, “and I hope you will too. And not Hangman like he said, but the real Jake Seresin, the man who loved his team and loved his country. The best man I ever knew.”

Javy left the podium with the help of Maverick, earning a hug from the man before being completely enveloped by his mother, father and abuela. When he finally got past his own family, Javy stood back with the Daggers, Halo reaching to clutch his hand and Bob, squeezing his bicep warmly on the other side. He felt pats on his back from some of the others but Javy kept his head straight watching as the flag folding ceremony took place as taps played out across the cemetery.

It was a somber experience, and he shed more than a few tears but there was no embarrassment, not there when so many of the bravest and most professional people Javy knew were just as emotional. Admiral Simpson even wiped his eyes discreetly a few times, while Admiral Bates was more open with his. Maverick left the tears to rundown his face with no shame, his grief palpable to all those in attendance.

After the flag was folded properly and the Corpsman moved to hand it to Javy, Jake’s mother started to cry, “My baby” she whimpered loudly, startling the solemn procession, “my baby boy.” Corrine shifted over to Lieutenant Machado with narrowed eyes, “you’re taking my baby’s flag” she accused, “he was my son, I should get it.”

Perhaps because he had Jake’s dog tags around his neck, or that somehow the coffin still didn’t seem real to him but Javy just inclined his head gently, motioning for the flag to continue down the line to Jake’s parents. He felt hands around him, it seemed both Admiral Simpson and Maverick were ready to stop this and bring the flag back to Javy as Jake’s wishes dictated but Coyote just waved them off. He was too tired all of a sudden and somehow he knew that Jake wouldn’t have minded, after all even he could never fully hate his mother and father.

As Mrs. Seresin clutched her flag and her husband held on to her, Javy did his final duty for his friend. He walked up to the coffin and stood at attention for a moment before removing the wings on his chest. He placed them gently on the wood before he raised a fist and smashed them into the casket, to be with Jake forever. Javy knew he was meant to walk away then, to get back to his spot in line but he took one last moment, one last touch to the wooden box holding his friend. Something in his heart ached the minute he made contact but it wasn’t grief, it was different, something he couldn’t explain. He had spent the whole funeral avoiding looking at the coffin because he didn’t think he was strong enough but now he thought it might be something different. It all just didn’t seem real.

Javy was startled out of his stupor as the flyover began, moving back to his spot in line with the others as the missing man formation flew over their heads. Javy’s eyes couldn’t stop staring at the lone plane that flew off the other way, the significance not lost as he questioned whether Jake was indeed fallen or just a missing man.

[chrrywvea]

creds to @epiimetheux !!!

i kept coming back to this beautiful artwork and i got inspired by it so here you go...

(disclaimer: i haven't completed a fic in forever, let alone published one, so i'm very anxious about this, i apologise if it's a mess •~•♡ love you guys)

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tom watches from the side as his husband steps forward to his coffin. pete's head is bowed, but he can see the trembling of his lips and the coiled muscles in his jaw.

oh my love.

what i'd give to embrace you one more time.

he knew he couldn't reach his husband anymore. his time had passed.

that didn't keep tom from standing next to pete's side. keeping watch. protecting his wingman, as they'd promised to each other years ago on that fateful day.

when repressed feelings and pretentious rivalry finally made way for the unconditional love thay had never wavered once.

partnership that had lasted 33 years.

tom watched as pete took the wings off his uniform, laying them onto the smooth oak.

the gun salutes were no more than background noise, tom's sole focus lying on the man in front of him.

the moment he saw pete punching the wings into the coffin he felt an incredible warmth spread through his chest.

such a feeling had been limited to very few moments in his life.

in the cockpit of his plane, soaring above the clouds with ron at his back and pete right by his side.

the return from the layton mission.

aching and sweaty and all kinds of shaken up but alive, thriving on adrenaline and pent up energy.

they had only seen each other then.

not iceman and maverick, but tom and pete, right there on the deck, what ron had later jokingly called their "confession".

their wedding. finally being allowed to slip a ring onto pete's finger while surrounded by all their loved ones. to call him his husband for everyone to see and hear without having to fear anymore. forever and always - the ending of both of their vows.

when their son had come back to them.

pete, bradley and himself crying with relief in their kitchen as they embraced for the first time in years. pete almost losing it as bradley started called him 'dad' again, and tom almost following suit when 'pops' returned back to daily use.

in that hospital bed, when he'd kissed his husband for the last time. he had wiped the tears on pete's cheeks with trembling hands, mapping that gorgeous face he knew better than the back of his own hand.

hushed i love you's in the quiet of the room, both signed and said out loud as they held each other.

the last words he felt pressed against his forehead being 'forever and always', before he slipped away into neverland.

tom looked over his shoulder just as pete stepped back from the coffin.

the wings on his back were strikingly white. glossy and strong feathers fluttered softly in the wind, and tom couldn't help the smile that spread on his face.

i will protect you, my heart.

my wingman.

my everything.

carefully he guided his wings around pete's sides. shielding him for just a moment. providing the endless support he couldn't give in person anymore.

pete looked up towards the sky, just like the rest of the crowd, watching as the missing man formation flew by.

everyone watched the sky, but tom couldn't tear his eyes away from his husband. how the dusking sun reflected in those tender green eyes. the curve of his nose, and the sweet lips he'd kissed so very often, now being worried at between pearly teeth.

i love you, forever and always.

as if he heard him, pete echoed his words.

"forever and always, sweetheart."

[coachbeards]

once more begging for s3 of the bear to feature a flashback scene/episode to mikey's funeral. carmy not being there, natalie having to juggle her grief, donna, and richie.

richie admitting during his apology to her that he shoved himself in places he didn't belong, and while she held contempt for richie during 2x06.......it wasn't as much as throughout the canon timeline. i think something must've happened at the funeral, and natalie and richie butted heads....a lot.

[snickerdoodlles]

I have a thought that's spinning my brain like a top except I have NO IDEA how to express it oh man oh man oh mannnn

[misspoetree]

Happy anniversary to the episode that included such highlights as

two guys having the worst breakup imaginable without ever really dating

not very comforting comfort food

prophetic visions

a funeral for a living man (ignoring the actual dead man)

the struggle of being emotionless and emotional at the same time

back alley betrayals

a walking and breathing punching bag

the unexpected dangers of smoking

guys working at a major bank getting the show of their lives

a home-wrecking bike

and many more!

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Viking Funeral - Fountain vs Roof Fight

Warning, Spoilers may appear.

LMAO. Sam's putting on a show about how great the fountain would be while Trevor's nodding along, but SERIOUSLY SAM - the outside of the house should probably be fixed first.

I do like her little show though because it's a lot like Trevor's showing when he tells a story and I low-key ship them.

Why isn't Jay bringing up the obvious issue - which is that the house doesn't even look good and you're worried about a fountain.

OTOH, I do love that he says "no one loves a fancy fountain more than I do" because I wonder if Jay has a thing for fancy fountains.

I'm really glad that Jay points out the obvious - THE ROOF IS MORE IMPORTANT. How is this even a debate?

LMAO though, at Alberta - who she talking to? I mean, it makes sense that he would point out the Roof's importance. You have to get structural issues done before focusing on aesthetics.

I love that the ghosts are clearly on Jay's side - they're like "Yes, you're right" - this is important later.

The ghosts celebrating her losing the fight and her response being something that Jay could misinterpret.

Look at these responses:

Trevor does some sort of "Oh snap" thing.

Flower is doing a dance.

Sass is a little like "come on"

Pete's nodding and elbowing Alberta.

Alberta is clapping and dancing.

And Isaac's leaning back like "oh yeah".

We can't really see Thor or Hetty, but like the pure excitement and the way that they cheer is just too good.

"HAHA - DING DING - Oh YOU NAILED THAT!" - the best.

It's just so good. I can't imagine how hard it is for Sam to concentrate on her argument because she's literally hearing 8 other people say she's wrong. 1 vs 9 I'm surprised she didn't care.

He's Like I HAVE A VOICE DAMNIT - We're meant to be a team. AND THAT'S GOOD, but you did make this choice to live there without her.

I love seeing this moment from Jay's POV. To him, she's yelling at no one.

AW JAY, he's like "Oh right that's a thing - they're here?"

He's just trying to get used to the reality that there are people in his life that he can't see or hear. That's rough.

Poor Jay.

LMAO - the ghosts are finally able to be seen and heard and Sam's like "YALL ARE ANNOYING"

Which, fair. She deserves to feel like she can argue with her husband without their commentary.

Aw though, the ghosts are hurt. BUT

Trevor vs Sass comes up here:

Trevor says it's a little harsh, while Sass says she's not wrong.

It's interesting that Hetty agrees with Trevor and Alberta is like "humph, me annoying."

Jay tries to ignore them. And focuses on the fight.

But what he says here isn't really fair.

Technically, yes, Sam wanted the move more than Jay did, however, JAY made the decision on his own while she was in a coma. He didn't wait for a discussion so throwing it on her is UNFAIR.

Even though he is saying the truth - what he's giving up will affect them in the next two seasons, BUT it's not fair to put that solely on him.

Thor's right - he's absolutely playing a guilt card and that's as unfair as what Sam does next.

Sam knows what he's doing and decides - "Oh, you throw that on me - fine, I'll lie about our new housemates".

She says that the ghosts (WHO CLEARLY DONT) agree with her to make her point and it's hilarious that she can do this so casually.

I wonder how many other arguments she's won by saying that the ghosts are on her side.

(I can't believe this worked) mainly because it's so much more important to do the roof.

This is all of the ghosts reactions in one gif, but I wanted to break it apart so the individual ones are below.

I love that Flower and Sass are making a similar reaction like "OH yeah - gasps/chuckle". It's so great - we don't see much of them together, but I bet as nature lovers, it makes sense that they would bond over that.

Then there's Alberta and Isaac together. Alberta looking at Isaac, gleefully talking about how Sam's making things up and Isaac looks quite surprised.

LMAO TREVOR - he finds her manipulating Jay by lying as hot - you should probably look into that Bro.

I love that Hetty seems - impressed - that Sam's got that ruthless Woodstone blood.

It's interesting that we don't see Pete - either here or in the cheering scene below - I think this is the moment Pete starts getting an attachment to Jay.

Given his bad marriage - he was probably always the loser in these type arguments and is probably feeling bad for Jay that he doesn't know that the ghosts actually sided with him and he's right about it. This comes up later in the next scene, but it's very curious.

Sam knows that pulling out the ghosts makes it 9 to 1 in her favor, so clearly she wins this. You can tell by them sitting down and the way Jay's like "yeah, I'm a pushover".

AHHH the ghosts' reactions. I broke this gif down, too.

Alberta - the singer gives a chef's kiss and a clap.

Isaac with his "Bravo" and clapping his hands the way that he would have in life.

Flower and her little smile and clap.

Sass and his soft nodding and clap.

Trevor and his reaching his hands out to clap at her.

And then Hetty's slight clap and grin.

DESPITE THE FACT that the ghosts were on JAY's side - they're cheering for Sam. And I think it's because they appreciate that she was underhanded to get her way. Which makes the fight interesting.

SAM - you won! Why are you the one leaving? Would it not make more sense for Jay to storm out? (If I were Jay, I would).

LMAO - Alberta's like ... "well, I guess there's paint to look at"

DAMN can you imagine wanting to watch paint dry? Why not go for a walk or ask Sam for TV? Like ... paint?

But the funny part is Pete's Smile - he's like a little excited.

OMG I love the looks on their faces when they realize that their entertainment is over and file in line to leave.

BUT the best part is Sass and Trevor both having that head tilt up like "GOD WHY". It's too funny.

Anyway, this was fun. Jay is clearly outnumbered in that house. He deserves better.

Thanks for reading :)

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Words: 7344 Fandom: รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: E Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Bondage, Non-Sexual Roleplay, Fake Funeral, Fake Body Disposal, Relaxing Activities With Which To Traumatize Your Boyfriend, Failure to Safeword, Aftercare, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Bondage, Anal Sex, Outdoor Sex, Sex Beside The Shallow Grave Your Boyfriend Dug You On Your Request, Pete's Weird Coping Mechanisms, Past Animal Death Mention, Former Passive Suicidal Ideation

Vegas lays him on a patch of firm ground. From his cocoon, Pete hears the rhythmic thud of a shovel sinking into loose earth. Vegas is digging him a grave.

In which Pete finds playing dead relaxing, and Vegas decidedly does not.

[pnuk-r0ck]

rip pete shoe 😔

Pete Shoe will live on in our memories🖤🖤

[laesas]

you can just leave those armtankhun tags and expect me not to lose my fucking mind, screaming crying throwing up etc. you don't need to write it but it lives in my head forever now thank you

Hehe yay! Dark!ArmTankhun for everyone!

Honestly as a ship with potential to be really twisted and messed up it's just so elite! It's about devotion that corrupts but in a very different way to KinnPorsche or even VegasPete, because of that weird and unexpected power imbalances between the two of them.

Tankhun is such a fun character to explore the really stark contrast between almost childish whimsy and a very dark reality and it has such a fun opportunity to play with perception, unreliable narration and false-innocence + the logical extreme of Tankhun's tendency to force other people to accept his reality (even when it isn't real!).

I simply love them 😌💕

[handfulofmuses]

that moment when Mondo had to watch all his friends get beaten up because Xever and Rahzar discovered the hideout