#pour one out for LS

[the-f1x]

[umgeorge]

george russell ls interviewed during the press conference on media day, monaco - may 23, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "George, coming to you now, a lot of positive comments coming out of Mercedesa fter the race on Sunday at Imola. Where is the car better after this latest raft of upgrades?" George: "Yeah, the car's definitely more balanced through the lap now. We were struggling a lot, at the start of the year, balancing the high to low speed corners, and I think we have made progress. When you look at the gap to Red Bull, when you look at the gap to the rest of the midfield, we have moved forward, but I do think it's fair to say Ferrari and McLaren have moved forward at the same rate, so we need to keep on working, bringing those upgrades to the car, and the whole team are working flat-out right now to bring those upgrades as quick as possible." Interviewer: "You've finished fifth here for the last two years. Do you have the performance to finish higher than that on merit?" George: "As the guys have been saying, Monaco's so challenging. There's so many disruptions throughout the whole weekend, and you just need to find that sweet spot. The track's evolving so much, it's getting faster and faster; often up to three seconds quicker in qualifying than it is in a practice one, two. Even if you have a good Friday, you need to be ready to adapt moving into Saturday, and we saw today… I was in the engineering meeting and there was bright blue sunshine, and then I came out andit was pouring down with rain, so that could add some spice to things." Interviewer: "Do you think the low speed performance of the car will help you?" George: "I think we've known all season that we struggle to balance high to low speed. We can either get it quite competitive in the low speed and we struggle in high speed, or vice versa, so we are hoping that with relatively consistent corner speeds at this circuit that we should be slightly more competitive."

[time jump] NOT SHOWN: Journalist: "Albert Fabrega, ESPN Latam. Do you think that deleting the quickest lap time of a driver causing a yellow or red flag during qualifying, it could be a good system for a particular track like this one, for example?" NOT SHOWN: Esteban Ocon: "I think, if I'm correct, that's being looked at by the FIA. I think recently we've discussed that in some drivers' meetings, that a situation where a driver would cause a red flag would be monitored. So I think that should be something sensible to be doing, because we've seen in the past drivers causing issues and the others not being able to do a lap. Yeah, that should be something that the FIA monitors, I think." George: "Yeah, I agree with Esteban. We obviously have laps deleted all the time in qualifying for track limits. I think if you were to cause a yellow flag or red flag, you should probably have your best lap deleted. Yeah, nothing more to say there."

[time jump] Journalist: "Roldan Rodriguez from DAZN, Spain. A question to George: Last race your teammate said that he would prefer Kimi Antonelli in Mercedes in next year. I would like to know your opinion, who is in pole next year for Mercedes?" George: "Yeah, I think Kimi's a fantastic driver. Obviously racing in Formula 2 this year, but he's no doubt gonna be a Formula 1 driver in the future. And he's a fellow junior driver, as well, coming through the ranks as I did with the team, so I think it makes for a great opportunity for Mercedes, building into the future. But, as I said before, I'd welcome anybody as my teammate. I feel like I've got a pretty good teammate right now, as it is, so yeah, welcome anybody."

[according2thelore]

Ohmygod this was my askkkk!! I am so so happy with thiss, rolling around it like a kitten I am sooo fed!!! Tysm!! The twist with it being their intention all along for ES!winchesters to find out…..I am dead, absolutely dead. You are so good, soo creative. ES!Sam you are in for a ride, and ES!Dean, you better get over with your hangups soon and accept what it is.

My imagination is running wild now and because of this being intentional, I am imagining LS!Winchesters now fully staging this setup, lure ES!Sam in it because he would be easier to convince and LS!Sam knows that Dean *deserves* to be with a version of himself, pre cage, pre demon blood, all pure and innocent and fiery and angry and confident - something he is only rarely these days. This Sam will take what he wants. So LS!Sam arranges this thing for LS!Dean and ES!Sam, tells his Dean to enjoy! And my oh my does he. ES!Sam is his to claim first now???? This precious thing, eager to please but also has this arrogance in him that makes him so so so much Sam. Meanwhile ES!Dean is off to run some errand (by LS!Sam's design) but he returns early and sees his baby bro with that older version of himself and LOSES IT. HOW DARE DEAN NOT ONKY DEFILE HIS OWN LITTLE BROTHER BUT ALSO ES!DEAN'S!!!!! HE IS FURIOUS AND YEARNING AND HATES IT THAT HE WASNT THE ONE AND STARTS STRAIGHT UP MURDER BUT LS!SAM MAYBE CALMS HIM???? OHMYGOD

(also??? thank you so much for correcting the misread ask???? I would have taken with greedy grabby hands if you had completely misread it also!! I am OBSESSED with this verse! You are the nicestestestest)

HIHIHIHI!!!!!

GAH! this ask was so cute and nice i was kickin' my lil feet!

this idea is so great! your mind!

this falls into a similar category as one of my most recent posts, and i wrote it accordingly. do i think that LS!Dean would deprive ES!Dean of being LS!Sam's "first" dean? no, i don't think so. that bastard is so possessive i think he can respect the insane-brotherwife grind.

so this is just a delightful hypothetical based on your prompt!

without further ado, enjoy!

"plan b?" dean asks, and sammy lifts his head from his arms. his temples throb with a headache.

dean is sitting across from him at the dining table, nursing a glass of something sam can smell from here. sam snags the glass and takes a sip that curdles his nose hairs before passing it back.

"were we really this stupid? like this dumb?" sammy groans, rubbing a hand through his hair. "i mean, i believe you would be this obtuse, but me? i was just studying for the LSAT like a year ago!"

"oh here comes the big fancy college boy with his big triangle words. you're still gagging for me so hard you're getting an aneurysm." dean rolls his eyes. sammy rolls his eyes right back.

it hadn't worked. they had set those little fuckers up, and expected at least a conversation to happen. but sammy just walked in on their younger selves in the kitchen the other day and they didn't even break apart abashedly! no awkward explanations at all! there wasn't even anything to explain--they were standing on opposite sides of the room!

"did we make it worse?" sammy asks. dean considers this.

"nah. we can fuck it up at least three times as bad if we put our heads together."

so they put their heads together.

~~~

"you want me to what?" sam asks, and there's that blush. sammy tilts his head away so the kid can't see him smile. it's going to make this so much harder if he thinks he's being laughed at.

"pour some sugar on me," dean says, waggling his eyebrows.

sam's face sours.

yup. made it harder.

"not really," sammy is quick to correct. "just...make it look like something's happening."

sam's eyes narrow.

"why?"

and isn't that the crux of the whole damn thing. sammy's done some weird things in his life. he's been to the past. he's been to the future. he's been to hell, been to alternate dimensions, and killed just about every type of monster one can think of.

and yet, having to explain why he and dean want to "parent trap" their own younger selves to said younger self might rank high on that list of weird.

"guy's in love with you." dean says, before sammy can say anything. sammy clenches his jaw. way to just jump into this thing.

sam blanches. "no. he's not. you're--he's my brother. you don't know what you're talking about."

"i don't know dean?" dean asks, eyebrow raised. sam sputters.

"well, you know you. but my dean is different. he's not--" heat creeps onto sam's cheeks, as if remembering the compromising position he caught them in the other day. "you."

dean mhmms flatly.

"then what's the harm? he walks in on this, is not jealous, and it doesn't do anything." sammy posits.

"easy for you to say! you have--" sam gestures at dean, but doesn't look at him. "if my dean caught me like that, if he knew--he'd...he'd never talk to me again. he'd...he'd be disgusted."

sammy and dean share a look. after having been tested so often, so deeply, and reaffirming their...bond--as chick-flick and meaningless as it sounds--the distance they had gained from this depth of anxiety removed the sting from it.

sammy will always remember working himself literally ill over it. but when he feels like that, he has the comfort of walking up to dean and biting down on the place where his neck and shoulder meet. he has the comfort of dean putting sticky notes that read "kick me" on the back, and then holding his face like he's the only thing that's ever mattered.

their younger selves deserve this. sammy has no idea if this is going to change the past. he doesn't know if these two will leave here tomorrow or in a week or in a year and be completely wiped-clean, or if they'll keep it all. but they deserve that comfort, that confirmation, that reassurance, as long as they can have it.

and honestly, fuck it. sammy wants a younger dean to be with his younger self. he sees their insecurities and their weird dance around each other and kciks himself for ever being so blind.

not having dean as soon as it was possible to have him will always be one of his biggest regrets.

so, sammy says,

"okay, listen. if it doesn't work, we have a mirror in 219 that erases the viewer's memories from the last 24 hours. all of 'em. so if we try this, and it doesn't work, we can slip it under dean's pillow, and he won't even remember. a zero sum game. no harm, no foul, right?"

sammy can feel dean's eyes on the side of his face, but he maintains intense eye-contact with his younger self.

no, they don't. they absolutely do not have that.

but for the first time, he can see something like hope in the kid's eyes, and--again, fuck it. in for a penny.

"he won't remember?" sam repeats, slowly.

"not a thing." sammy says, wondering if this counts as lying or self-delusion. sam is quiet for a long moment. he looks between him and dean for a few times, suspicion melting.

"yeah. okay." he says finally, looking at dean with a strange hunger in his eyes that brings sammy up short. oh shit. should he-- "i'm in."

~~~

getting dean out of the bunker is embarrassingly easy.

"you know what i would kill for right now?" sammy asks, suddenly, while they're all sitting around a table in the library. sam jolts, even though he had been expecting it. "pringles. do we have any pringles left?"

"oh, man." sam says, his eyes widen. "me, too."

even though they planned this out ten minutes ago, sammy's dean perks up like he's going to say something decidedly not-on-script. sammy shoots him a warning look. he sighs.

"whoops. i think i ate them all." dean looks at the table, like he's a football player forced to be in the school play for extra credit.

"oh." younger dean says. he sits up straight. he looks back and forth between the sams. "i mean. yeah. if we need a grocery run, i could go get some."

his nonchalant tone is belied by the fact his almost trips over his own feet to get up.

"i'll be back!" he calls, already in the doorway.

"god, i'm so fucking transparent." older dean mutters directly into his own palms as he hides his face in his hands. sam pats him on the back comfortingly.

forty-five minutes later, it's all in motion.

sammy knocks against the door twice as he hears dean's footsteps shuffle down the hallway, and rushes away, rounding the corner so dean won't be able to see him.

sam and older dean are set up in the garage. dean had pulled up one of the cars right next to the door so younger dean could see everything.

they had laid out clear ground rules: no actual kissing, no touching "bathing suit territory" (dean had proposed that addendum solemnly, and sam's face had screwed up, like he was considering if he actually felt anything but annoyance for his brother.)

they had decided on signals: two knocks when dean was coming, one knock if things were going to plan, three knocks for "i'll go get the mirror" for sam, and "oh shit we gotta have a plan c" for dean.

sammy had made sure the door was perfectly cracked to give dean some assurance of anonymity, and they had figured that was the best strategy, since dean was known apparently to peep when he suspected his older self and sammy were getting close.

sammy hadn't expected being able to hear sam and older dean's voices from down the hallway, but he can. he can also hear younger dean's footsteps falter as he gets closer to the door.

"no, you're doing it--" an aggravated sigh. "c'mere." a shuffling of limbs. "you see how the drive belt comes this way? we need to loop it around the--"

a pause.

"what're you lookin' at?" dean's voice has lowered an octave, and sammy shifts, a pavlov reaction to hearing dean like that.

"i'm just--" sam peters into silence. a gasp. younger dean's gasp. did he think it was sammy in the garage this whole time? sammy stifles a smile against his hand.

"you lookin' at me, sammy baby?"

"baby?" sam repeats indignantly, but is cut off by a gasp as something in the room clatters to the ground.

"yeah, that's right. you're my baby brother, aren't you? my baby brother. you like seein' me like this? bigger than you? i know my sammy likes it when i throw him around a little. show him who takes care of him."

sam is breathless, and sammy can hear it, when he says, "dean."

sammy wonders how they're set up. does dean have him pressed to the front of the car? hiked onto a table, like he and sammy were set up that first time?

he realizes that it's killing him not to know.

a coo, from dean. "oh. look at you, sweetheart. you're so hard, and i haven't even touched you yet. you think i could make you come just by talkin' to you? hm? you like big brother tellin' you how much he loves takin' care of you that much?"

sammy realizes that he's started to chub up in his jeans. and he also realizes that younger dean hasn't said anything yet. sammy's torn between wanting to look around the corner and see if he's still there and staying put.

what if sam was right, and younger dean's just not ready for this yet? sammy's dean had reassured him in no uncertain terms that he had been lusting after sam since a truly concerning age.

but what if the jealousy is too much? what if seeing them like that carves an impossible chasm?

"dean, i--i" sam sounds much more unsure, like he's losing control fast. sammy bites down hard on his tongue.

he makes a split-second decision.

he rounds the corner.

and dean's got a fucking gun.

sammy starts in a dead sprint just as dean kicks open the door to the garage.

"you sick fuck!" he yells. sammy's behind him in a second, pulling his arms back. dean's starts kicking immediately, even as sammy is able to pull him mostly off the ground.

"he's a kid!" dean's still yelling. "we promised, fucker! we promised!"

sammy looks around dean's flailing body, and sees sam's horrified face. he looks like he's about to be sick. older dean's leaned him up against the side of the car, and he's not even touching him, just standing a few inches away. sammy's dean has visibly paled.

"hey, that's not--" he starts, but dean's already going off again,

"get your goddamn hands off of him!" sammy starts hauling him away, and manages to kick the garage door closed--but not before dean shouts a parting shot, "you think he wants those disgusting fucking hands on him?!"

sammy manages to wrestle dean a couple steps down the hallway before dean starts to go limp.

"i'm calm," dean says, and his gun hand does actually go limp, so sammy starts to let him go.

"what the hell happened back there?" sammy asks, heartbeat in his throat. play dumb! play dumb!

dean tucks his gun back into his pants. he's looking at the wall over sammy's shoulder.

"he shouldnta' been sayin' that." dean mutters. "not his place to. sam is...never mind."

not his place to.

"his place?" sammy prompts. despite the fact that he's pretty sure he had a heart attack back there, he tries really, really hard not to smile. he's taking this very seriously.

dean's phrase is dangerously close to the point of all this, and sam should not celebrate because he's positive older dean and sam are powering through some angst (that sammy will have to deal with later) in the next room right now.

sammy feels like one of those tv show therapists with big glasses, armchair, and ballpoint pen. and how did that make you feel?

"i don't--" dean's eyes fall to his. "i don't know why i said that." his brows furrow. "i gotta go. i need some fresh air."

and without another word, dean turns around and walks away.

operation: go convince your brother to kiss you, but also not you is a-go.

before he walks away, sammy remembers the knock code: once for success, two for dean's arrival, three for failure. and honestly?

sammy knocks on the door once. and he trails after dean, barely resisting the urge to whistle.

oh yeah. they got this in the bag.

~~~~

@aj-carryon au contraire! you are the nicest! i hope you enjoyed this little ficlet, aj! (i hope that's your name, if not, then i hope you enjoyed, friend!)

your asks always make me giggle and twirl my hair, lol! kissing u on both cheeks!

-lizzy

[carlos-in-glasses]

Hi! 😍😍

🧃 🍬 🥐 🦋 for the asks please 🥰🥰

Hello Kerry!!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I'm not entirely sure if this means personal fanlore like a headcanon or something lorey about me, so I'm going to sort of blend it and say: After 4x12, I was fully down for Tarlos never having kids. I thought it was quite a unique take to show a couple not being on the same page around starting a family, and it was something I related to a lot for personal reasons. However. However. Then out of the blue I felt ready to read read kidfic, having not really wanted to before. I read @welcometololaland's series Self Control? I Don't Know Her and @three-drink-amy's Teach You How Forever Feels and @ladytessa74's Elijah Verse and @bonheur-cafe's Pour me a cup (or two or three) and now I am obsessed with them becoming dads. Obsessed. I just really want it to happen. It's amazing the impact that fic can have. Everything I linked is so compelling and I just love it!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I've never said this before but........ I don't like TK's name!!! Ahhhh!!! I think he suits initials but I'm not in love with the particular letters together. I also don't think Tyler suits him!!!! Please don't come for me!!! I'm sorry!!

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

FOUR SEASONS TOTAL LANDSCAPING!!! And this girl laughing about it!!!

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Honestly, I've had quite a major dip in confidence for a while now because of work. I feel like the job has grown way beyond my intelligence level and I'm scrambling up the learning curve like someone running along a bridge that is falling away behind them. It's getting me down! Also I guess it goes without saying but season 5 of 911 LS and the excitement but also trepidation about plotlines and things! Also I don't love my hair right now.

Thank you for asking! ❤️

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

[reyesstrand]

I don't know if you reblogged with the intention of asking for questions, but I am going to send them anyway :)

💓 Here’s yours chance! Pour your heart about that one storyline/scene you passionately love

💭Dream season 5 storyline?

very happy to answer questions!! :’)

💓: THERE ARE SO MANY. off the top of my head: the soulmates talk. because the fact that pretty much everything i could have dreamed of was included still kills me. the way that conversation adds SO MUCH to a relationship we’ve followed since day one….they were soulmates and they believed it since the first night they went home together!! what!! the fact that they’re engaged and other shows might have them hitting this sort of plateau of New Information but they continue to add weight to their love blows my mind. also carlos saying baby. also the way their vows two episodes later continue on this sentiment of i was made for you / you saved me romance. the way it adds onto their conversation earlier in the season about tk feeling insecure about being a project and carlos insisting he was the one who always felt like something was wrong with him, to then have “i’m not running tk” SHUT UPPPPP

💭: okay i have so many out there thoughts and dream storylines but something i’ve wanted consistently for the past several years is a tarlos/gracejudd scene/date night/case solving storyline etc etc. their parallels are WILD and we deserve to get them all in a room together. (also this only asks for one but!!! work husbands off-shift teaming up to help someone! substantial nancy story!)

ls ask game

[indigo-o]

Hi!

Can I request a fic for Poe, where reader (gn or fem) reads one of his novels and gives it back to him. And they made a bunch of drawings of the characters and some of the scenes from the book and gave those to him as well, becouse they like to draw and just wanted to make him something, so they made him a bunch of fanarts. It can be before or in relationship, it's your choice.

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!

(Also, I apologise, english is not my first language)

you visualized the story in eyes I couldnt

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!!!!

AM I STILL SICK???

WHY YES!

DOES THIS MAME ME HAPPY TO WRITE THESE THINGS

YES SOOOOO

HERE IT IS!

Because I've been to a boreding school I've read all of his books. So the one I'll be using is the Cask of Amontillado

FLUFF FLOOFY FLUFFYYY

Edger Allan Poe x reader

"Hey sweetheart can I read this?".

He said yes, and now I'm here drawing. His book to the side of me. Charcoal on my fingers. All over the desk. But God Damn this was looking good.

I mean even though the scene I was draw was a little dark. I liked it. A drunk Fortunato hung up while Montresor bricked him in behind the wall.

Now the fun part, show poe with out actually being there. (I mean I can relate). I folded up few papers, placed one in the book. And held the other ones as I wandered around our house hiding them in obvious places.

I went to the kitchen to prepare tea for him. I poured the tea and placed it on a small tray, and walked to his office. Then I went into poe's office to great him with some black tea and his book. I knocked on the door.

"I'm coming in darling.". I pushed opend the door.

"Oh come in sweetheart.". He smiled.

I walked over to him, handing him the tea. Then walking over to his bookshelf putting the book away.

"You enjoy the story darling?". He asked

"of course I did.". I opened the door to leave.

"I'm going out so I'll see you tonight.". I smiled and closed the door

•••time skip•••

I walked in to our house. I didn't buy much just some flowers. I walked to the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase. Then bringing them to the dining room table.

I really know what to make for dinner so I made chicken and dumplings. Sometimes easy yet delicious. I set the dishes on the table, along with the meal.

"Darling! It ls time for dinner!". I yelled to him.

I heard him walking twords the dining room. He peers around the entrance with karl on his head.

"Seems like you had fun. You bought roses and calla Lillys.". He walked to the table and let karl jump off.

He grabbed his bowl and went to pour him some chicken and dumplings. And I did the same.

We then ate down across from each other.

"I liked your little drawings.". He said while eating.

My face went red.

"You found thoses...". I giggled nervously.

"Yes, they were amazing, you visualized the story in eyes I couldnt.".

[mystic-myrtille]

LS shippers really don't know what they're missing. They have to jump through hoops to justify why they ship it at this point, while the reasons why people ship any other ship with her can be explained with just a fews words.

It's pathetic at this point.

spot on.

A good ship for me is when there are two or more people who love each other and inspire each other to become better people.

For example, Luka//nette in silencer had Mari be super motivated to help the band out and pour her heart and soul into making some cool fashion stuff, while Luka is motivated to write new songs about and for her (I also hc that she helped him to be more communicative. Like the first time we see him he's like I'm not good with words and then in Wishmaker Mari is amazed by how good he is with words. Ik it's not technically canon but I wanted to mention it)

Mari//gami was Mari being Kagami's first real friend and helping her get out of her shell while Kagami inspired Mari to be more assertive and less hesitant.

Zoe//nette was Mari helping Zoe stand up to Chloe while Zoe is just so sweet to Mari and respects her feelings and boundaries in Kwami's choice.

Feel free to add more.

The we have the love square where Mari is being super obsessive and cringe which is a direct cause of her crush, which I interpret as him bringing out the worst in her. Also the writers invent so many reasons why she can't just confess already, the most recent one from derision being the biggest retcon thus far. Adrien meanwhile doesn't develop as a person or as a love interest, he gets/realizes his feelings out of nowhere and it's not like Mari helps him overcome his issues, she's supposed to solve them for him because as a Senti he can't do it himself (I understand that especially for abused people this can be very hard, but the writers just went too far with Adrien having literally zero agency for my taste and I don't like the idea of one's freedom being completely the resposibility of someone else). The ladynoir dynamic is slightly better in that regard, they had moments where they gave each other inspring pep talks, but chat has so many moments where he is either so blinded by love that he makes very dumb mistakes or gets mad at Lb for having other heroes she trusts, while Lb never had feelings for him expect for those few s5 episodes where she was horrified about it for two seconds and then acted super cringe and then immediately forgot about it.

[blackxgrey]

So fucking glad I never got an LS Dunes tattoo or some other permanent reminder of them. You can try to walk back your comments all day long, but we already know now how you really feel about people who spent hours selling their soul to lovingly create art and photos and free promotion for your band.

Since you “allow” people to pour their hearts into art based on your band and shitty logo, here’s to hoping all of those actually talented artists stop doing it and stop giving any more of their free time to a band that’s so willing to just shit in the faces of their fans and supporters.

I hope you fizzle out into something that no one even remembers by the end of the decade.

[gymfanconfessions]

1. “ Not the US Men finishing FIFTH again! 🥴 I mean until they gain more depth, consistency, and difficulty then that’s their spot for real for real… “

2. “ Dear Tim, the mistakes made by the US Men were not uncharacteristic - they were quite characteristic of how they perform in Team Finals. “

3. “ Everyone is always complaining about being a Russian WAG stan or a Chinese WAG stan, but can you pour one out for us poor US MAG stans? We just keep on taking Ls. We never get to STOP crying. “

[huevobuevo]

I still don't know shit about RE but, Desmond/Descole for the virus thing!

HAIIII !!!!!!!!! >____<

okay oh my gott so Descole is giving me MAJOR T virus vibes, specifically the T-Veronica strain from Resident Evil Code Veronica MAJOR LOREDUMP AHEAD MY BAD OG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the Tyrant-Veronica Virus was created by a young Alexia Ashford, granddaughter of one of the original founders of Umbrella. The Ashfords were a noble family praised for its talented members- one such relative being Veronica Ashford, known for both beauty and brains. Then here comes THIS BITCH Alexander Ashford, son of Edward Ashford and an absolute whore. unable to bear children or keep a good highranking position in Umbrella after his fathers death he decides that the normal thing to do was to make clone babies of his ancestor Veronica and hope to god that they become as smart as she was because hes a weirdo and a freak. This gave us the Ashford twins, Alexia and Alfred. Alexia was the brightest of the two, so smart that she somehow became head researcher at the age of ten ? ? ? take ur daughter to work day got fuckin intense ig. she became obsessed with insects (twinning!) and made a virus based off of ant hiveminds and the superior intellect of her predecessors (oh okay). Alexia and Alexander poured their all into using this Virus to create the perfect specimen- until Alfred and Alexia discover their dads weird clone baby plan and the fact that Alfred was a mistake so thats why he was kinda dumb to which they said "okay! so lets just go over there and beat the Shit out of our dad". But instead they infect him with the virus and send his mangled corpse to antarctica where it becomes a hideous monster Diversity Win ! tl;dr T-Veronica is a virus that when infected with the RIGHT person at a SLOW AND STEADY PACE it will offer the victim pyrokinesis through spontaneously combusting blood and a hardened exo-skeleton ALSO A COOL BUG FACE YIPPEEE !!!!!!!!!! there are themes of plants, bugs, fire, hivemind, and royalty when it comes to both this virus and the game itself.

so what the fuck does this have to do with desmond ?

Desmond Sycamore is a man driven by spite and vengeance towards his father and Targent itself for ruining his life. From childhood to his lost family, Desmond had lost so many to Targent and its pursuit for the Azran legacies, causing him to take up the Jean Descole persona and dedicate everything into capturing the legacies first.

He matches the Ashford's theme of inner family turmoils, the cost of the pursuit of knowledge, and vengeance. Desmond can also be associated with the aformentioned "natural" motifs of T-Veronica due to his interest in archaeology and, of course, the Azran Legacies that have controlled his life since The Incident(tm).

When it comes to Desmond interacting with the Virus itself, it'll probably be another incident where he'll try to secure it before anyone else to get their hands on the samples. Maybe his own hubris will lead him to believe that he could handle the mutation, maybe he was forced to by Targent themselves, who knows i might turn this into a fucking AU again god. damnit

I can see him as another Albert Wesker situation where he can KIND OF control the virus inside of him, but through suppressants of course. Without it the mutation will just go haywire and he'll loose control- which would be a REALLY COOL contrast to Hershel's own G-Virus infection but i aint got time to get into THAT (someone please ask me about hershel's infection plsp lsp ls pslspl PLEASE)

[joanofarcwrites]

Wednesday august 7th

how is is even the 7th of august already anyhow?!?!?!?!?!

this was a place to collect my writings when I was 19, on the precipice of a new decade, and now I come back, somewhat freshly 30. I've spent years in holes of my own doom after chasing empty dreams. when I think of myself as a child, and the grander I entertained, and thought I had rights too, and they were right there in my grasp. sometimes there is a desire to explain it all away, xy and zz this fairy tale monster siphoned off all my potential and for what, for mediocrity? for barely anything, no, no, what I was meant for I can still achieve, even tho it seems to be slipping through my fingers now, now I can see the sand, im not sure if that was ever true before.

here I come to pour my heart out, I feel I do that lots of places, but there is something cathartic about the click clack of the key strokes underneath my grubby little fingers, that are capable of so much.

it's ok to document your Ls maybe, like how you let the 38 year old man child fuck you again the last time you saw him and he could care bless if you're alive or fucking dead, or he's a virgo idk the point I know id that if he did like me, he wouldn't treat me this way, but maybe everything is on the back burner for him bc he's at school, but also he doesn't care, I think it's time to say goodbye to him perhaps

or maybe it could be about the space x guy you 1-0000% do not care about but somehow he managed to get under you skin by being one of the Mose kindest.. most caring,,,, and then dropping off the face of the fucking earth w/o explanation, and maybe he's only talking to you again with any regularity bc he wants to fuck you, and not in a passionate way, but in a good enough to get my rocks off way, they love to fuck little freaks

orrrr mmaaaayyybbbeeeeee it's the soon to be 36 year old virgo who tells you to your fucking face that he doesn't care about you, love bombed you, did cinematic things at the very beginning and then PREDICTABLY it all went to shit super fucking fast and he really is just fucking you, didn't get you anything for valentines day DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO SEE YOU ON VALENTINE'S DAY didn't get you anything for your birthday DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO SEE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY and you don't love him, you don't see a future with him, it's just so painful to be in such close proximity to a void of intimacy, he makes me want to kill myself but actually I'm just gonna break up with him today.

[acidcitypoets]

death note orders at an american diner

light: 100% orders a salad to feel better than everyone else. still uses a ton of dressing

misa: orders a salad as well but also orders fries "for the table"

matsuda: club sandwich with fries. a milkshake but he feels bad about it when he sees light's salad

L: sugared strawberry pancakes and a milkshake he doesn't think twice about

soichiro: a reuben with potato chips. also iced tea

[miraculouscontent]

Now I’m not saying tvtropes is the best, but even they noticed the comparison of cheating lmao

I mean, TVTropes also tries to claim there that she's been "calling Chat Noir less" which--has never been a thing???

Not only do heroes not get messages (still feel cheated that kwami don't vibrate like a phone when a hero who's detransformed receives a message), but I can probably count on one hand how many times Ladybug has had to text/call Chat Noir due to not knowing where he is/needing him to show up? The whole thing about blaming Ladybug when she doesn't control when/if Chat Noir shows up is ridiculous and just the show's way of trying to reaching for any way to "call her out."

But yeah, LS stans will talk all day about the metaphors in the show (like the freaking "prison"/"cage" around Adrien with how the light is pouring into his windows as if it's not Adrien himself choosing to stay there), but the second it's used against their ship they're just, "I do not see it. u_u"

[selenesheart]

a disaster waiting to happen // j.p.

word count: 0.4k

warnings: angst, mentions of being heartbroken, tears, vent fic, falling in love, modern au.

a/n: inspired by this

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your eyes felt heavy, your head rested on top of your pillow. midnight had already passed a few hours ago, you yawned slowly, your energy slowly drifting away with every breath.

the sound of the soft rain calming you down, you held your blanket close to you, the soft material covering your figure.

you rubbed your tired eyes, furrowing your brows as your heard the soft beeping that was coming from your phone. your eyes landed on the vibrating device, smiling softly as you figure that the person who was calling from the other end was james.

you blinked the sleep from your eyes as you picked up the small device, you answered his call with worry.

the only people actually up this late are either heartbroken or in love.

“hey,” his voice broke “can you talk?” he asked lowly. you could detect the sadness in his voice immediately, he was heartbroken.

he spoke for hours and hours, trusting you with every word that was spilling out of his mouth. he knew it was okay to tell you, it was always okay when it came to you.

you could feel your tears leave your waterline as you heard james’ sweet voice. the comfort you gave him was incomparable, the kind words you gave him every time he would pour his heart out to you, and only you.

the rain had stopped, you noticed. your closed your eyes slowly, wishing james could be here with you. imagining that his voice was him, right besides you.

minutes fly by, the two of you were left with tears and shaky voices by the end. he deserved better, he really did.

by five in the morning, he was already fast asleep, soft snores could be heard from the other end. with one last year dropped you whispered “goodnight, james” softly. though he couldn’t hear you, your couldn’t help but wish him a very good night sleep. he needed it after all.

you took a deep breath and hung up the phone. you stared helplessly at your ceiling, your mind going a million miles an hour, but at the same time your brain felt numb.

the thoughts of the tall, gryffindor boy came right to your mind, filling your brain with his handsome features.

while he was sleeping, you stayed awake, you rubbed your face trying to bring back the tiredness, but it was no use, at all.

this only people up this late are either heartbroken or in love.

and you were helplessly in love with your best friend, james. your fingers twitched, all the right and wrong emotions hitting you at once.

your throat tightened as tears built up in your eyes once again, something inside you moved. perhaps it was butterflies, or something deeper than just some stupid folktale.

you were in love with the boy that was heartbroken.

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[fakesurprise]

The thing about magic is that it always has prices. Which is not the same thing as consequences. Those don't need magic at all. For every action, a reaction. This is as true for magicians as anyone else, even gods. Especially those who eat gods.

Charlie has left the hotel for a walk, and no one is going to bother her. Even the god inside her doesn't touch her own anger for a moment, which is gone the moment she has a pause to think about the anger.

I remain in the hotel room, pour myself a gin and tonic and wait. Ten minutes. Twenty. Almost thirty before Jay's voice whispers out of a space between shadows.

"Honcho?"

He is eleven, and from far Outside the universe. He knows and sees things I will never understand. Sometimes he is wisdom. Sometimes, also, one can almost forget he's not from around here at all, because Jay hides his true nature with an ease that would be terrifying if it wasn't Jay.

"Kiddo."

"Uhms! Charlie is really mad at me?" he whispers.

Not 'a Jay'. Not 'this Jay'. I have another sip of my drink.

"She is."

"I don't know why?" he says, and he is all eleven and confusled in those words, scared in a way nothing else could understand.

Magic has limits. Magicians have more. Jay doesn't, save perhaps jaysome. And his friends. Charlie was the second person Jay met, after me. He saw the god inside her, and that she could eat gods. Saw power, and hunger, and was afraid. Nothing has ever changed that, certainly not his own power.

Charlie forgets that too often, through no fault of her own.

"Jay. Charlie was cross over you turning her coffee into hot chocolate for - reasons?"

"Marshmallows don't melt as good in coffee and it was a helping," he says.

"I see. But Charlie likes her coffee, and it led to someone thinking she was cross at them when she stopped smiling at the taste."

"Uh-huh!"

"Jay. When Charlie is told to 'smile more' and you add that she can do that with a 'jaysome smile'...." I pause. "Telling someone they should smile more isn't a good binding."

Silence. Jay is behind me, visible, thinking. "Oh. Oh!" His eyes widen. "Wow, that's a really big accidenting!"

"Which you did. Charlie is calm now, but you owe her an apology."

"I am really jaysome at those!"

Jay vanishes.

I finish my drink.

I make a second one, for Charlie when she returns.

Ten seconds pass. Fifteen. Jay appears.

"CharlieiscomingbackandIdidanoopsbutfixedit!!!"

"Noted."

It is ls less than five minutes before Charlie comes in, rubbing her face with one hand. Jay is nowhere to be seen.

She accepts the drink. "He told me it was okay if I didn't smile. And that he could help with that," she adds. "I didn't enjoy not having a mouth."

"Ah."

Charlie pauses. "Is there a reason my gin and tonic has marshmallows in it?"

"One reason, yes."

She wisely keeps drinking it.

[jiminrings]

what if....just WHaT iF senior y/n started to prepare lunch boxes again?? and shy stem koo is all giddy and happy to see them placed on his desk (gahhh idk if that’s a good idea or if it makes sense at all) as always, thank u so much for writing for us!!

omg ok... can we see when y/n starts to leave “his” lunchboxes again??? 😄

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo loses in a competition but he wins at the end of the day (kind of)

the universe is out to get jungkook

there's a hit list and he is the only person that comprises the entirety of it

the world is his oyster and it offers him nothing but Ls

he has a guardian angel but the only thing it guarantees is his downfall!!!!

“in 5th place, we have jeon jungkook!”

holy fUCK does he hate any ordinal rank that isn’t the first when it’s next to his name

god his face is being shown in the digital monitor and his eyes are quivering behind his glasses

maybe it’s just him but perhaps everyone in the auditorium could see how fRUSTRATED he is

his pupils keep dancing and he has a curt smile on and it’s physically a pain for him to go up the stage and claim his flimsy little piece of paper

jungkook clearly did not expect to go up on stage this early in time and certainly did not expect to be in fifth place ://

second is beyond embarrassing, third’s actually not that bad, fourth is an odd rank and always unnoticed, but fifth however is just plain-out gAG

the rank makes him shudder as if getting a consolation 2nd rank isn’t bad enough and they STILL decided to have the awards go up to fifth place

“in 4th place, park jimin– come right up!”

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... naur

hold on a second

there is nO fucking way

don’t get him wrong!!! jimin is one of his closest friends but holy fuck this has gOT to be a punch in gut for jungkook

if he has to be very critical in an academic standpoint,,,

as in annoyingly critical

jimin’s more of a so-so alright :// he just randomly decided to shift to stem because he was getting bored of business!!! IT WAS NEVER HIS FIRST OPTION

he isn’t in much stem clubs like jungkook, doesn’t study as much as he does, always rests and goes out on weekends and takes breaks in between studying, not spending every moment trying to improve himself unlike him.....

u-uh which is normal

bUT JUNGKOOK FEELS LIKE JIMIN ISN’T ON HIS LEVEL

AND NEITHER SHOULD HE BE HIGHER

god does that sound problematic

the fact that jimin is surprised too helps ease the guilt that kook experiences tho

“really? shit, i just guessed half of the answers to the questionnaire LMAOOOOOOO”

...

.....

that’s it.

the world is out to get jungkook

he doesn’t necessarily take his anger out on people because he represses it all but he’s noticeably dull the whole day

and the day after that of course because he pours effort into everything!! and that includes sulking

“you’re worrying about that brat again,” yoongi says through his chewing, savoring every bit of the fish and chips you’ve made him, “the same brat who looked like he was gonna deck me, his senior, on the spot for eating from his lunchbox — which i’m also doing now!!”

he still isn’t over it alright

tbh yoongi kinda admires the kid because he’s smart and all that

and you also like him and he can kinda see why

BUT NOOOOO HE JUST HAD TO DO THAT ://

“i don’t care for him,” you scoff through the same chips you made yourself, wiping the residual oil on yoongi’s denim pants, “i’m just curious.”

“you don’t know?”

sheesh when did yoongi DO all the knowing

“he lost in this stem competition; something like that. anyways, it was our school’s turn to host it and he was one of our two representatives and yeah.... he’s fifth place.”

“he is????”

yoongi nods at your barely-concealed shock, “jimin ranked fourth.”

didn’t you just do a drinking tequila until you have a completely normal resting face competition last nIGHT?!???

:O

you feel sorry for jungkook :((

so much sorry and awed at the same time that you’d sell a lung to see him break into a smile from a corny ifunny.co science joke atleast once

“i have two rest periods in a row, right?” you ask yoongs while you try to gather your things to put them back in your backpack as calmly as possible, eyes not breaking character

“why do you assume that i’d know your schedule?” he grimaces at the concept of being thoughtful to his closest friend, “you have three rest periods in a row.”

“good. i’m just gonna get something back from the dorm.”

that something just had to be a fresh batch of newly-made fish and chips, tucked neatly into his electric lunchbox

jungkook’s about to call it a day because the three-hour lecture he used to find engaging is strenous, about to exit the room with his shoulders sagged when-

isn’t that his lunchbox?

it’s laid on the mini desk next to the exit, the all-too-familiar sticky note with the doodle and his name being stuck on — something he’s dearly missed

you did a good job, jungkook :)

jungkook feels dizzy to hold the lunchbox back in his hands, opening up to see if it tRULY is the deal and it’s with giddiness that he finds that his meal’s still warm

yeah

it’s okay

it’s more than okay

jungkook won this time :)