#rabid children i swear

[anonyomooose]

wonder woman picks up her unruly children by the scruff (i live for her being stronger and taller than them, eat it up every time… her thighs 😍)

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants 9

Part 8

Chrissy had seen the gang upset. She’d seen them angry and raging either at each other or society, sometimes even at the paparazzi or a rabid fan. She had never seen them, any of them, like this. Even when she got them to calm down enough to tell her what was going on and why they needed to go home, the only way to describe them was wrathful.

She told them to go. That she would handle things on this end and to put their all into helping Steve. 

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Wayne knew Eddie had arrived when he heard tires skid outside. He was sitting in the living room, head in his hands. Beatrice was pacing around but she stopped when the boys started coming through the door.

“Where is he?!”

“We know everything we already told you”, Wayne said, getting to his feet.

“We thought you’d know more”, Beatrice said. “Steve never told you anything about his parents?”

“What does that matter now? We need to find him!”, Jeff yelled.

“AND OUR PUPS!”, Eddie roared.

The room began to fill with sour notes, mostly from Eddie and Jeff but more subdued ones coming from Gareth and Grant as well. They had been riled up the entire trip home and wanted nothing more but to take action.

“I need all of you to get a grip”, Wayne said.

“But Steve-”, Grant started.

“We need to think of his safety too”, Beatrice cut him off. “Why would his parents do this?”

“Because they think we’re not good enough for him.” Eddie started to pace, although it was more like stomping around. “They don’t like us. They don’t like the girls. They’re probably trying to break the bond as we speak!”

Jeff went up to his mother. “Mom, if they do anything to my baby, I swear…”

“We’ll get them back, all of them”, she assured him. “And then we are going to sue those people to the ground.”

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Margaret smiled at Steve from across the table. Dessert was done and normally they would adjourn to the next room for drinks. But she didn’t think Steve having any alcohol was a good idea right now and he had spent the entire day refreshing his etiquette. He had done quite well today and she thought he deserved a reward.

“Your father and I are going to have drinks. You may spend your evening with your children. Tell Eleanor that she is relieved for the night.”

Steve had been nearly catatonic the entire day, but he perked up at hearing that. Then he schooled his features and nodded with only the smallest of smiles.

“Thank you, mother.”

He stood calmly and left the dining room, keeping an even pace as he made his way to the nursery. He walked inside and politely dismissed Eleanor. One silver lining was that she was nice, even if she deferred to his mother. He couldn’t exactly blame her for going along with the woman who was signing her check. 

Once she was gone, he closed the door and collapsed onto the floor, kissing Violet all over and then Vanessa, relishing in their giggles and gummy grins. They were dressed very nicely in their pajamas, matching sets. He wanted to be happy about how cute they looked but it was wrapped in bitter feelings. Violet looked preoccupied with whatever she was doing with blocks before he came in, so he picked up Vanessa and went over to the rocking chair.

He’d started pumping so the others in his pack could feed the girls and they’d even started the girls on soft solids. But there weren't any bottles of formula and more importantly, he needed a moment to be close with his baby. So he unbuttoned his shirt and she latched on with ease. Steve stroked her hair, smiling so hard, he thought he might cry.

Then Vanessa reached up and gave his face an uncoordinated pat and he did start crying.

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Steve sat at the table with his mother. They were at a brunch spot to meet with the first of his prospective suitors. When they did this in his youth, Steve could at least sympathize with someone who was also being put through this by their parents. Now, seeing a man twice his age approach, he had less sympathy.

“Findlay, it’s so good to see you”, Margaret greeted him warmly.

“Always a pleasure”, he kissed the back of her hand cordially. Then he gave his attention to Steve. “And this must be your lovely son.”

“Nice to meet you”, Steve held his hand out. He held back the flinch when his hand was kissed as well.

“Likewise.”

Then the man sat and carried on a conversation mostly with his mother. Steve didn’t expect much different. This was basically a business transaction and he was the product being traded. He only needed to respond every now and then. He remembered what his parents told him about this one. His wealth was the most important part to them. His most defining characteristic to Steve was the fact that he was fine adopting Violet, but not Vanessa.

He was well practiced in keeping his negative feelings to himself when it came to these people. He knew speaking his mind wouldn’t get him very far. While his mother and Findlay spoke, he busied himself with eating his food. But he reminded himself to also not eat too eagerly, lest he incur a snide remark.

The brunch ended and things were looking good, at least for his mother and they stood as they were saying their parting remarks. 

“I have high hopes for us, Steven. The daughter I would take on…I believe her name is Violet? I’m sure she will get on well with her other siblings.”

She already has a sister. “She already has a sister”, Steve said. He could hear his mother hiss his name under her breath but he ignored it.

“So I have heard”, Findlay said. “But as I told your parents, that one wouldn’t be quite the right fit for my family.”

That one?!

The slap echoed in the tea room and all the conversation stopped. Findlay’s eyes were wide and Margaret’s jaw was on the floor. But she was the first to recover.

“Steven!”, she said through grit teeth.

“No, you’re right, my apologies.” Steve grabbed a plate from a nearby table and threw it in Findlay’s face, painting him in chicken salad. He turned his nose up and walked away, head held high. 

He might be forced to meet these people. He might have to pretend to be open to their courtship. But he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect his pups.

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Eddie was on the phone with Robin. Gareth was on the phone with the police. Grant was talking to Chrissy about the story they’d need to release to the public. Jeff was on a laptop, finding the address for the Harrington estate.

They were going to save their beloveds, end the Harrington name forever, and raise some hell along the way.

Part 10

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (4)

*This is how “The War Assignment” went*

Dr.Gaul: So my dear extra Tributes- I mean, Mentors, tell me what you like about the war?☺️🤭

Livia: How rich my family got!💅

Persephone: The Maid Stew- I mean, the meat stew. It was animal meat, I swear.😐

Lysistrata: The friends we made along the way?

Felix: Affordable health care?

Palmyra: The rabid raccoons!

Arachne: Free sandwiches!

Sejanus: Ask my Pa!😡

Pup: Honor?

Clemensia: Power!

Festus: Loyalty?!

Coryo: The turkey!🦃 Definitely the turkey!

Dr.Gaul: The What?!

Coryo: The turkey I got from the government after my father was killed by the rebels.😀

Lysistrata: Um- Coryo, do you need to see a therapist after this?

Coryo: Lizzie, I’m too poor. I can’t even afford my own groceries without my sugar daddy- I mean, without my boyfriend’s money.

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s boyfriend by the way-

Juno: We know, Plinth.🙄

Sejanus: Just saying~.

Lysistrata: But-

Felix: Coryo’s right. Our “prestigious” school can’t even afford to hire a professional therapist.

Lysistrata: How come, Class Pres?

Felix: You didn’t hear this from me, but ✨The Academy✨ is currently facing bankruptcy.😔

Lysistrata: Bankruptcy?!

Felix: Yup. And before you ask why, it’s because of the infamous Heavensbee Hall Flooding Incident.

Lysistrata: So it’s our fault?!

Festus: Always has been, always will be.😌💅

Dr.Gaul: Children, I’m still here-

Coryo: Felix, remind me again why we flooded Heavensbee Hall with pink glitter?

Felix: For the extra credit-

Festus: It was actually Breen and Anderson’s bright idea. So-

Androcles: Hilarius Heavensbee was in on it too!

Hilarius: You guys peer pressured me first to join your disastrous escapade!

Gaius: Yeah, we did! But you’re the one who bought the pink glitter from Mama Cardew!

Dr.Gaul: Children, listen-

Hilarius: It was on sale!

Gaius: It wasn’t! We could’ve bought a cheaper version from the Capitol Black Market!

Dennis: True. My shady beautiful mama could’ve easily given us a 50 percent discount if you guys had listened to me.

Dr.Gaul: Children-

Persephone: And buying the pink glitter was my idea!

Juno: Excuse me?! As I recall, I was the one who suggested to use pink glitter in the first place!

Persephone: But Festus and I were the ones who flooded that damn hall for you, Juno!

Juno: How dare you-

Dr.Gaul: Will you f*ckin’ brats shut the f*ck up?!

Everyone:. . .

Dr.Gaul: Why are you like this?!

Coryo: Like what?

Dr.Gaul: Shut your useless mouth, orphan!

Coryo: But-

Dr.Gaul: Who told you to be this stupid?!

Coryo: *leans closer and whispers to Felix* Yo, Class Pres, is she talking about me or all of us?

Felix: Both?

Festus: Doc, to be fair, most of us are already stupid. So-

Dr.Gaul: Get out, Creed.

Festus: Or what?

Vipsania: I can’t believe he just said that.

Coryo: And in front of crazy Gaul.

Felix: Sorrows and prayers to you, Bestie.😔

Festus: Thanks-

Dr.Gaul: You wanna fight, Creed?!

Festus: No-

Dr.Gaul: Another word and I’ll feed you to my snakes!

Sejanus: Dr. Gaul’s angry again!

Felix: Run!

*Highbottom lurking in the shadows*

Casca: What the heck is wrong with those kids?!

Prof.Sickle: Nothing. It’s just that half of them are literally war orphans who lost their marbles a long time ago.

[ca-suffit]

Ca I'm fucking tired I swear 😭 These people will pull out 'Claudia is a stand in for Anne's daughter' 'Lestat is Stan' 'Louis is her' I EVEN FUCKING HEARD 'She wrote TOTBT after her dad died and Talbot is an incarnation of her memory for him' (real unflattering for him I guess) or how intrinsically she was connected to Lestat.

BUT GOD FUCKING FORBID, that someone brings out her statement about 14 year olds being adults when talking about the erotic depiction of Armand's sexual assault, and the complete tolerance of it from every other character, and Marius being painted as a saviour, the good master, etc. Or her saying photographs of children in Vogue were erotic.

THEN it's 'seperate the art from the artist' 'depiction isn't endorsement' WELL GUESS WHAT YOU CAN'T PICK AND CHOOSE THIS SHIT. I'm sorry that so many people formed a parasocial relationship with this woman, because her work is actually much more interesting when you're able to critique it and figure all the ways of how or why it's fucked up.

(obligatory thank you for existing Ca and welcome back, your blog is a safe haven for people who have anything to say outside of the echo chamber. 🖤)

tw: csa

the way I see a lot of how she wrote in her books and what she said on these topics in interviews is that she prbly experienced it firsthand and spent a lifetime never confronting it. that's what happens with some trauma victims, they stay locked into that mindset from being a child victim and end up repeating these justifications for shit bcuz they can't ever escape. I dislike the woman greatly and idk if I'd call it "pity" for her, but I feel some kind of something for someone who had the means to get rly extensive therapy and instead used it to lash out at ppl (her own fans a lot of the time) until she died. now her fans are repeating the same behaviors and also having no self-awareness of that, while not even having access to her wealth so even more wtf are u all doing.

it *is* a lot more insightful to question everything in these books and look at her too, which is why I was first surprised af that this didn't routinely happen when I first had awareness of this fandom too. There's plenty of ppl who do it, they just don't last long in the very public area of fandom spaces bcuz the rabid "gothic romance" types chase them all out, bcuz they can't undo their special image of her and/or look at their own trauma they're using this to escape from (or did as kids) and they make that everyone else's problem.

(also ty for the nice comments<3)

[blackkatmagic]

“Princess Penelope Petunia Peachtree,” Fox says, like it should be obvious.

HELLO!?!?@?@ THAT'S SO CUTE????

“Thanks for finding her,” he tells Savage. “Sorry she scared you. If she ate any animals or small children, I’ll replace them.”

Kat. Kat I'm crying. He's ridiculous. I love him. And Jaster's "She isn't rabid, I swear," was such a MOOD. Every pet parent ever is like "I know my dog/cat/guinea pig/etc is A FreakTM but I promise they're Mostly Harmless and I love it.

Lovely fic, thank you for sharing 🥰

Fox deserves to be a completely unhinged pet owner with no fucks given ever.

Also just. You know Jaster has had to say that phrase at least 600 times since Fox got his fox. The poor man is Suffering.

[topgunruinedme]

Daggers Daycare||o.7

Note: And I’m back! I admit this was getting a little too long so I had to cut this down into three seperate chapters. But here’s is your long (a whole year my god) awaited feast. You guys know the drill by now.

Synopsis: Maverick finds himself in a situation he cant explain. The daggers are unavailable, and he finds himself in need of help from his old crew. Of cause this wasn't the reunion they expected.

“Did you kidnap an orphanage Mav?”

Warning: age regression (they get turned into children), slight whump mostly fluff, slight swearing, homophobia and 5 idiots with no knowledge on kids caring for some.

Word Count: 5.1k

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He frowned slightly, leaning heavily on the half filled cart. The metal on the side of the handle dug into his hand from the tight grip as he slumped in exhaustion. His shoulders brushing his ears as he curled slightly in an attempt to hide from the world, ducking his head to avoid anyones gaze. The feeling of being watched put him on edge, hair on the back of his neck standing at attention as he tried to focus on the aisle he was entering. 

God he wished he had changed before he had left Mav’s. Not only did he look out of place with the mass order he was collecting but he looked out of place in full Navy uniform. 

He felt ill-put without Wolf’s running commentary, his confident arora, the protection he had silently offered. He hadn’t realized how much safer he had felt with his comrade watching his back. How in the short time that they had been together, his body had warmed, his chest had rumbled in laughter and for once his smiles hadn’t felt forced. 

He shifted uncomfortably. His body shivered as it was overtaken by a chill, the sudden warmth chased away by the rabid breeze of the Iceman. The blizzard wrapped around him, freezing his fingers, his toes, his lips… and his heart. Joints stiff and by a sharp pin like pain traveling through his body when he tried to move, it almost felt like an unpleasant case of pins and needles. His skin felt cold, icey. His chest felt barren, empty of the love he had been offered so freely.  

He rubbed his hands together absently in an attempt to warm himself, to give himself something of comfort. He hadn't realized how much he had grown to struggle with people, events, places. Now without the buffer it was all hitting him at once. He knew that he had always gotten sweaty palms, a racing heart anytime he was in public, at conferences, in meetings. His voice almost failed, stalling as he conducted speeches, clearing his throat before giving feedback to a pupil.

He had pushed through it. Ignoring the voice in the back of his head screaming ‘what if’ at him. What if he stumbled, if he misspoke, what if he slipped, if he dropped something. Was his voice too high or too low? Were they all judging him? 

Perhaps if he had listened to them he wouldn't have lost Sarah, his friends, he wouldn't be running himself to the ground. Desperately trying to find a way to keep his body moving, giving it a purpose. Because if he didn't, he wasn't sure what he had to live for. No friends. No family. No kids. No wife. When he burnt in…no one would grief. No one. 

He had thought it was normal, that it was all normal. The way his mind screamed, the faked smiles. People say all smiles in politics are fake, so why was his always fake? Inside and outside the office. Why was it more natural for him to grab for, then something genuine. Something that he couldn't even remember how it looked on his face. 

The way his heart raced in big events, eyes tracking everything nervously trying to will people away from talking to him. The constant anxiety of saying the wrong thing. The way he wanted to claw at his skin when he stood in front of the possum as he gave another young aviator a medal, a promotion. 

He moved through it. Pushed it away. Suffered, sweating through his uniform plastering a smile on his face that haunted him as he walked through the halls of his building. Ignoring it in hopes that if he didn't acknowledge it, it would go away. 

He fought the urge to cringe, to cower as the hair on his arms, his neck, rose. Alarm building anytime he spotted anyone near him, closer than he felt comfortable with them being. His hands trembling every so slightly as he abused his check, teeth clenching down on the soft flesh of his cheek. Blood filled his mouth causing his stomach to churn as he swallowed. 

Eyes aching as he blinked, forcing himself not to doze as he tried to comprehend the ridiculous amount of jars in front of him. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he got a good night's sleep. He was always too busy, being woken by calls, staying up late with documents, cleaning up Mavericks messes had dragging him out of bed at odd hours a few times. He couldn't remember a night where he had simply relaxed, slept in, gone to bed early. He couldn't remember a night where he wasn’t weighed down with exhaustion and still forced his body to stay awake, vision blurring and doubling as he tried to read the never ending documents. 

He had learnt early on in his career that if he didn't stop, his body couldn't give out. 

He stared at the different brands in confusion, eyebrows lifting in alarm at the sheer amount. Nails tapping against the trolly handle nervously, mind still whirling as he felt himself speeding full speed ahead towards a breakdown. Something that had only occurred in the privacy of his own home, his body strumming from the backlash of adrenaline and emotional overload. 

He swallowed thickly. Regretting his choice to send Wolf off to put the car seats he had ordered into the man’s van. Surely he was due back soon. He scratched at his skin, ignoring the slight pin prick of pain as his nails dug into his skin. Flesh gave way to the sharp nails digging into his skin as he drew blood. He hoped the man would be quick. He had left almost half an hour ago leaving him to drift through the aisle aimlessly as he added things to his list. 

They needed a doctor. They had to get a full check up on the kids, allergy tests (you never know what allergies they had grown out of), they needed to find out about any medical condition (that may not be listed on Navy official documents). People could be sneaky; he knows that Ron had avoided adding his history of childhood asthma to his medical history. But more importantly they needed an accurate age. 

They would need to keep a careful eye out for any triggers they may have, no one wants to accidentally trigger the kids if any of them has developed any undiagnosed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. 

They would need to organize the rest of the bigger furniture, beds, toys, potties, it could all be ordered online for now. They would all have to be made and the rooms needed to be designed.  

They needed clothes, the kids couldn't stay in overgrown shirts forever. 

He had sent the man off in hopes he could gather a moment of peace, now he wants to know if it had been a good idea. He knew the man had been restless, benign, annoying and complaining was Wold’s way of dealing with stress, he had always done it, he did it in the academy and he did it after Goose’s death. It was just the way he coped and he certainly had the right to be stressed now that they had semi-custody of 7 children.

His mind began to whirl, he had been alone for far too long forcing himself to take on placement after placement and meeting after meeting until he had no choice but to continue. His body didn't know what to do with the sudden time off, it was bound tightly with tension that he knew would give him a headache but more importantly with the sudden shock of being reintroduced to the other flyboys it had done a hit on his body. Without the stimulation of work or the quiet reassurance Wolf offered with his constant chatter his mind started to panic. Becoming paranoid, anxiety jumped into the control seat as he swallowed thickly, briefly squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his heart rate skyrocket, feeling the pulsing of his heart in his ears as he blinked, hands tightening until he could see the whites of his knuckles. Without the stimulation Wolf had been providing through his playful whining and teasing, he couldn't focus. He wasn't even sure if he was taking in what was on the shelf. Eyes glancing over the labeled as he becomes more concerned. 

Why were there so many? He didn't understand. It was just food, wasn't it? There were packets of baby food, snacks, cans of formula. What the hell was he meant to choose? He forced himself to release the death grip on the trolley and reached out towards the shelf his hand hovered over the jar of applesauce, that was something kids ate, right?

He didn't like the way Jake looked. The way the boy's clothes flooded him far more than the others, how small his wrists were, how his face caved in slightly, the haunted look under the dark circles under his eyes. He looked vastly underweight and honestly it made him nervous. How close was the boy to collapsing, to fainting, how close was he until his body just stopped. What long term effects would it have on the boy’s health?

Bob, he looks…young. He was small, really small. It shouldn't surprise him, he knew that Bob was the youngest on the team and yet somehow it had. It had startled him looking down at the tiny kid amongst his teammates. 

The other kids looked like they would fit their weight range, assuming that they were around the 3-4 year mark. But Bob and Jake…  

He hesitated. He wasn't sure if he needed to take them to a dietitian or not. Perhaps he should, just to be safe. Ensure he was feeding them correctly, they both needed to put on weight. 

Bradley might be on the cusp of three, he faintly remembered the little boy's cake smeared cake from the party all those years ago, it would have been only 2 weeks after Nick's death. It was a photo that lived religiously in Maverick’s locker. Natasha, Mickey and Javy might be in the same age group. Jake was too sickly looking to correctly determine his age, he was afraid the boy was malnourished. Reuben looked like he was on the older side, placing the boy in the 4th year group. However, Bob could easily be between early 2 years or 3. The boy was tiny, absently he wondered if he had been a prem baby. Being premature would explain his smaller stature, but it wouldn't explain why the boy hasn't grown. He should have had a grown spirt by now. He wasn't an expert in children but he knew being that small was not normal. 

He worried his lip between his teeth as he took the container of applesauce off the shelf, adding it to the cart as he looked over the squeezie packet food - it would be a food idea to have snacks on them the kids could easily eat if they needed to move locations. The small yogurt packets of mashed food would be perfect and nutritious. Maybe it was something Jake and Bob could eat easily, he definitely wanted to make sure the kids had something to munch on wheil they changed locations to keep them at ease. He didn't want to compromise their smooth transition because someone got upset or fussy because they hadn't eaten. He wondered idly if they had eaten tonight yet. Surely slider would make sure they ate, they may not have been around much but they remembered what Bradley had been like wanting to eat every three seconds, he had of course been a growing teenager then but surely it still applied to children. Perhaps he should give wood a call….

He shook his head pursing his lips as he glanced back at the packet food before nodding to himself as he added a few extra packets to the cart with the boys in mind. Making sure to grab flavors he knew the boys were partial to from the brief spam texts Mav had sent him earlier in the year when he was ecstatic about his new kids. He wanted to ensure he had something the boys could eat, even if they were the only ones who did.

“Ice?”

He jumped slightly, spinning around to face the boogie, his spine pressed up against the handle of the trolley as his body tensed. Placing himself on guard, hands clenching around the handle bar by his hips. His heart jumped into his throat. Shit, he hadn't realized he had fallen so far into his head, he hadn't realized his guard had faltered, the boogie slid within his sights. Locked on target, right on his nose, tone ringing in his ears as his hand flexed mentally readying himself to turn the stick and fire.

He took a shaky breath as a familiar face came into a few in his panic-induced hazed vision, Wolf was giving him a worried look, lips pulled back with a downward tilt, his brows furrowed in stress hands twitching by his side. An empty cart was resting beside the man's right hip as he stepped away hand placed in front of him keeping a good space between them, he recognized the move from ‘86 when they used to bring Maverick out of his attacks. It was oddly soothing to see the familiar movement. 

He frowned slightly at the man, something dull pulled at his chest, when had he gotten back? 

Wolf tilted his head ever so slightly, eyeing him down, taking in his tense posture with a careful consideration; his lips tugging tighter in disapproval as he turned his attention from him to the shelf that he had been staring at with a confused look, “Baby food?”

He rolled his shoulders, his muscles protesting under the strain, back tingling as it tugged sharply under the tight ligaments putting a pressure on his chest as it tightened. He glanced over the man's shoulder carefully tracking the empty space behind Wolf ensuring no one snuck up on them and initiated a fire fight by sliding into a weapons envelope. He swallowed, forcing his muscles to unclench, shifting away from the trolley; hands flexing by his side as he turned back towards the shelf keeping his back covered tilting himself just enough to protect them and watch their backs at the same time. 

His shoes squeak on the tile floor and he cringes, ducking his head slightly, the collar of his uniform brushing against the lobe of his ear. The fabric scratched against his skin as the long tone in his ears grew louder the squeak quickly transforming into a shriek-

We have four on our tail. 

The lights above him flickered overhead briefly. 

That makes six of them!

His chest aches and he resisted the urge to rubbish chest with his knuckles to feel anything other than the clenching feeling. 

I’m engaged with five. I’m in deep shit. 

Something moved behind him. 

Engage!

“Ice?”

Maverick, get your butt down here!

He's going to leave him. The stick molded in his hand, the creak of his gloves around the handle made bile rise in his throat. He could feel sweet blooming on his neck from the heat of the cockpit. 

Engage!

His head squeezed as the helmet dug into his skin, the harness on his chest tugging him further back into the seat as the G-force landed on him pinning him back trapping him. 

Goddammit. Mavericks disengaging. 

Mav…come back. Don’t leave me here. 

Engage!

Please don't leave me here. Wolfie! Wood! They had just been behind them hadn’t they? They’d help him right, he likes them enough that he was sure that they would come to his rescue while Maverick left him out to dry. 

I can't get him off my tail!

He could feel the rock of the jet as the mistle collided, eyes shutting as the cockpit rolled behind his eyelids, his own panicked expression meeting him in the reflection as he tried to operate the smoking machine that threatened to dive from the sky as they took damage to their wing. 

I’m hit. We're hit in the right engine. 

“Ice. Come back to me buddy”. 

You! You are still dangerous. 

Maverick. His hair slicked back in messy updo from his helmet, bright green eyes wide in excitement and adrenaline as he grinned widely looking around at the celebration. The same eyes that poured into him with that same intensity that the man offered his jet when he brushed his hand against it and called it sweetheart when no one was looking, how he looked at Nick when the man was tugging Slider closer by his lapel all those years ago, how he stared up at him in the locker room arrogance flooding from him as he stood up to the challenge. I am dangerous, Ice-Man. The intensity of the fire that burned within the man that he loved as Maverick gave him a sly smile and clasped his hand. 

You can be my wingman anytime. 

The sound of crying broke through the clouds dragging him down to the present as he ejected without a parachute, body jerking through the sky in a freefall strap just out of reach, unable to pull it to activate the chute. Body falling further and further, the ground growing closer as he- 

He cleared his throat trying desert to blink away the tears in his eyes and the way his shoulders curled to shield himself from others trying to forget the burning stare of his friend whose heavy gaze felt like acid burning through his cheek. 

“Malnourishment” he muttered mentally shaking his head to try to shake off the cloudiness as his panic attempted to retake its hold on him, anxiety prickling at his skin. How much had Wolf seen, did he notice? He bit his tongue trying to ignore the way the man's hand had dropped where he stood stiffly, automatically stepping closer to him and shielding him from anyone who stepped into the aisle, his calculating gaze traveling from him to the space behind him again and again and again. 

He didn't have time for this. He couldn't break, not now. He had so much to do. He just needed to work more, yes, he just needed to work more until he passed out. If he kept going and didn't stop then he wouldn't burn out. He had meetings that he was already despising that he had pushed back, paperwork with approaching deadlines, a speech at an upcoming gala that he was meant to attend that he had to get someone else to deliver. He had to get the kids, he had to get them somewhere safe, a room, where they can be kids without them having to worry about them finding anything absolutely not kid-friendly most likely left behind by the man himself or one of his one night stands, not that he really considered Penny as that anyway.

He needed to get them health checks, organize therapy because these kids who weren't already in it, certainly would now. He had to figure out what mental space they were in; were they really kids or adults trapped in kid bodies? Which was worse? Aviators the size of children wanting to get back in a jet or children who didn't understand what was happening and possibly had no recollection of anything in the last few years since the detachment that brought them all together. He had to figure out how to inform the Navy that his best soldiers were now children, children who finger painted, who smeared pasta sauce across their clothes and who cried in the middle of the night when they wanted affection. 

His career - flying until he was forced out of the air, working behind a desk rubbing elbows, spending hours upon hours of work for another star on his shoulder - had been demoted to watching children. A babysitter, as if he didn't already get hazard pay for dealing with Maverick. 

He would need to call the daggers out sick, and he needed to figure out what the hell to tell Beau while dodging the man's own verbal argument on why Maverick shouldn't even be there to begin with. He had no idea who he would explain to the man that his aviators were not going to make the Monday hop. Ideally he amused the idea of inviting the two men over - because of course he was going to use Solomon as a barrier without shame - for dinner and order in a nice merlot. 

He dragged his attention back to the food ignorant of him, yogurts right. He gave the shelf a semi-distressed look at the sheer quantity of flavors to offer, honesty what even was rainbow vanilla. Was it rainbow or vanilla flavored? He knew that he would need to buy them in bulk so he needed to figure out what flavors would most likely be the widely acceptable one, vanilla? Custard - ? Was that even a yogurt flavor? (No. he was 92% sure the answer was no). He would have to be sure to keep a large stock of whatever snacks and foods teh kids like and to grab some bins and lids at some point to put in the backs of the cars to fill with snacks and drinks, knowing that one of these idiots will forget and will get a very cranky kid on their hands when it came to sack time.

Maybe he should get strawberry, mango, blueberry or raspberry- wait no, he faintly remember reading somewhere a few years ago when he babysit Bradley all those years ago for the first time that it was becoming increasingly common in the last 15 years for kids to be allergic to berries. Although that had been almost 23 years ago, who knows if the chances fluctuated, he refused to take that chance. It was safer to stay away from them until the allergy test was cleared. That and the fact he didn't want to sit in an emergency room for 6 hours with a distressed kid. Call him selfish. The percentage was low but not improbable. So he refused to take the risk until he was 100% that there would be no cross contamination - because everyone knows how messy and germ contagious toddlers were - and that no one was at risk. 

He needed to get their files ASAP, and he needed an updated allergen test to make sure there were no outgrown childhood allergies or recorded food aversions. Knowing his luck they would find a kid that was a fussier eater then Bradley. Highly unlikely but unfortunately the rates were 7 at the moment leaving them at an unfortunate 17% chance. 

He needed to get the others into some sort of cooking lessons because he was not having them feed these kids pre cooked nuggets from the freezer somewhere that looked lie it died to freezer burn five years ago or to allow their diet to become fully dependent on mac-N-cheese (because no matter how good Chipper claimed it was in the academy there was no way he was willingly committing the kids to that fate). 

He would make sure that all the kids had something they wanted to eat. Even if he had to learn how to make it himself because he'd be damned if any of them went without food. His throat clicked at the reminder of the blond boy wedged back in the corner behind his protective friend, collar bone sticking out, face hallowed, staring at them with his almost skeleton looking hands. Starved. The kid had been starved. 

Who does that to a kid? Was it due to the lack of money, the lack of caring? Was it neglect or something much more harmful? He could see the all too familiar image of a little blond curled up trembling in the dark staring at the locked door in dread as they wrapped their arms around their legs begging it to open while wishing it stayed shut. He could see little baby Jake laying on his side curling up as tightly as  he could to preserve heat as his little stomach rumbled in hunger. 

Wolf shifted behind him, footsteps exaggerated to keep from startling him as the man rested a hand on his shoulder tugging him back away from the shelf. Removing him from his post. Wolf hummed slightly, accepting the answer without protest as he gently led him away, nudging him to the side with his hip; placing his body between the self and him, leaving him stranded in the middle of the aisle watching as Wolf grabbed a few packets of each flavor, dumping them into his cart. “We can come back and get more Ice. Come on” he urges softly as he leads him out of the aisle, away from his own mind.

He could feel it building. The way his nails dug into his skin, picking at the skin around his nails and yet he couldn't feel the pain even when the skin ripped. How his skin almost vibrated with electricity as the lights above them made him squint a pulsing beginning to build behind his right eye leaving him irritated, each brush of his collars against his neck with each swayed step made him grit his teeth. 

He felt like his chest was tightening, squeezing his inside like a cobra. His hands shook slightly as he let Wolf talk to him, blabbering off about something. He wasn't retaining anything the man was saying, each word going through one ear to the other, he gritted his teeth trying to push past the building pressure hardly making it a few steps down the aisle when Wolf pulled them to a stop. He wasn't even sure what they were talking about, was he supposed to reply? The man turned to face him as he reached out purposely delaying his movements to give him the opportunity to avoid the embrace as he tugged him into his warm broad chest. The man's hand coming up to the nap of his neck thumb soothingly stroking the skin nails scratching lightly almost making him melt into him as he tugged him forward gently to lean his forehead on his shoulder. 

“God, what happened to you when we were gone, Ice?” Wolf sounded wounded, like he was mourning. Like he was in pain. Because of him. He was hurting Wolf, yet he couldn't force himself to let go, he could be greedy. Even if only for a moment, he could be greedy and steal what he could from the man. 

He buried his face into the man's chest to avoid looking at him, his hand trembled slightly as he his fingers wrapped into the fabric of his shirt gripping onto it tightly. His fingers turned white with urgency as he held on tightly, trying to tether himself to the moment. To save himself from his own mind that had run him rampant since his family left. 

The warmth of Wolf body heat washed over him, the sharp sandalwood was welcome when it hit his nose. The slight scent of ocean waves that he knew belonged to Wood lingered, silently he wondered what the hell was happening between the two men. 

“I’m here Tom,” Wolf muttered softly, “I'm here”. 

His breath shuttered in effort to keep his tears back, he had missed this, so much. He had missed all of them, the simple hugs that meant so much to him. The only affection he had received after his neglectful childhood. He had gone from nanny to nanny, he had not been allowed to ask for affection, not then. 

But his family, Wolf, Wood, Slider, Mav…Goose. They had all offered it up freely, hidden in rooms where they wouldn't be judged for the ‘unmanly action’. Where they let him just soak it in, to become lax in their arms and just hang on for dear life. He hadn't realized how touch deprived he had made himself in his fear, his attempt to save himself. 

Wolf pulled away slightly with a small smile, not a mocking one or a joking one like he normally did around them. But a sincere one. “Are you ok?” he asked, his hand pressed against his lower back in a stable connection, joining them. 

He swallowed heavily, his chest pounding as it slowly slowed his breathing, his silent panic forcing him to press his lips closed in an attempt to keep quiet. This was not the time nor place, he couldn't do this here. 

Wolf’s brows furrowed in concern, he looked older, weighed down. “Tom?”.

“Yeah” he choked out, his mouth dry as he blinked as his eyes stung, “Yeah Rick, I'm good. I'm good”.

Wolf didn't look convinced, his eyes pinched and he pulled away from Ice letting his arms fall uselessly. He stepped back to retrieve his trolley carefully staying in Ice’s vision, his hand reaching out to tap Ice’s hand as he leaned against the trolley in front of him, “Come on Ice, were almost done” he flashed him a smile, “We got through Layton, we lived through the 80’s with Maverick. We can do some baby shopping”. 

A huff of amusement left Ice lips as he gave him a small weak smile, “Yeah” he agreed, straightening up and clearing his throat. He took a deep breath. They could do this. 

“Where to next?” Wolf offered, providing him with a distraction, a way to temporarily throw this behind him. 

“Prams,” he replied, grateful for the distraction. His eyes scanned the banners hanging from the ceilings in an attempt to locate the area. His lips quivered into a half smile, gaze dropping down to Wolf who was casually keeping his muscles relaxed but walked beside him as they made their way to the end of the aisle, eyes scanning over their environment. 

“Hey” he attempted, his voice wavering slightly as a warm sensation bloomed in his chest soothing over old wounds as he gave the man a small smile. 

Wolf turned, raising an eyebrow with an easy smile as he walked backward tilting his head “Yeah Ice?”

His eyes traveled over the man, god it had been so long since he had seen any of them, he had missed so much, 

“Thanks”. 

“Hey.” Wolf's expressions softened, his hand coming up between them as he reached out clasping his hand tugging them to a stop, “That’s what friends are for”. The man's lips twitched “Beside, who's going to help me get Wood to admit that he has a massive man crush on Chipper?” 

He laughed, shaking his head, smiling widely as he relaxed, feeling safe. Warm and utterly safe for the first time in years he felt the weight on his chest lift and he took a deep breath. 

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

I just have to wonder something, where do Zutarians draw the line about "shitting on other characters to make Zuko and Katara look better"?

Shitting on Aang and Mai is bad enoug, but when not even "How I became yours" goes to the extent of making all of the people around Katara assholes towards her just to make Zuko come as her savior (ignoring canon interactions of Katara bitting back everytime she feels insulted) it just feels so pedantic and disrespectful towards Katara as a character.

Then you have the takes like "Oh you see, Air Benders weren't actually that good", "They were Bender supremacists", "they're shaddy for tattooing children"

Every, single, time I have seen takes like that they're made by Zutara rabid fans, it is done to just make Aang look worse by proxy, it just reads as the same genocide apologia bullshit "Embers" did and became the most famous fanfic of the fandom because of that

I gotta love how Zutarians way of trying to make Kataang look bad is to, ironically, try to turn Aang into Zuko.

"Oh, his nation oppressed hers and looks down on her people and culture. And Aang is actually a super entitled character that only cared about his own goals and had no problem hurting Katara to achieve them"

Like, buddy... that's Zuko. That's literally Zuko before his redemption arc. The redemption arc that you guys swear was all about Katara, when she wasn't even a factor in it. And how could she have been? The person she actually had a super meaningful bond of mutual love and respect with was AANG.

Everytime I hear about the "Embers" fic I am SO glad that I dodged that bullet and never read that shit.

[kaythegayest]

The school has been discriminating against me since i came out as a lesbian. It started off Minor, understandable issues and concerns. But over time there have been more calls to my parents over Minor things, more meetings, more little problems with me and my behavior. What I say and my "intention behind it". I just want to like girls in peace. I have done what they asked. I've kept my head low, I've not been loud about it, but this has been building for too long, and this is the last straw.

I swear, they are so scared that the gay is contagious. They think I'm going to cough and infect you with the gay. I just want te be left alone, yet they treat my like a threat. They bring guns and tanks, to a battlefield that was never a battle to begin with. They point their fingers and make their accusations against me. They watch me from every angle, expecting me to lunge at them like a feral animal. They watch me with bated breath, awaiting my next move. Awaiting the next thing I do slightly wrong that they can leap at. They lay in wait, traps at the ready, foaming at the mouth with rabid hatred for me, and yet they expect me to be the villain.

I am not the villain to your story. The only difference between me and the people around me, is our preference in partners, but yet you hold me under the guillotine, waiting for me to commit a crime you can execute me for. You make yourselves the hero, looking upon the child you have made your villain.

You will rejoice upon making a system in which children will be discriminated against and made to keep silent. But when one child dares to defy you, dares to speak up against the tyrannical reign you have created for yourself, you fear as you feel your fragile throne tremble.

It's truly disappointing to watch adults prepare their troops and ready their cannons, against a foe that never even existed.

I do not want war.

I am not a threat to you.

I want to be left alone.

But you despise and you discriminate against me. You tell the world that I am a threat. That I will terrorize you and your children. That I will be the ruin of this place.

it's pathetic.

[katsushika-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Rintaro Himura

 ~~ July 16th ~~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

Login Lines:

“Eh? What the hell are you here for? My…birthday? …Fuck it is today, isn't it?”

“To be honest, I don't care much about celebrating my birthday, but I guess thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines: 

“I can't believe I forgot my birthday. *sighs* Whoop de fucking do. It's just another day. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Let's see what people sent me today for my birthday. Death threats from people whose loved ones were my victims? Check. Fucked up love letters from rabid fangirls saying they want my children? Check. Honestly, I prefer the death threats over the love letters.”

“God, when was the last time I had a decent birthday anyway? I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was at least before my bitch of an egg donor ran out.”

“No wait. The first birthday I had after Akari was born that…was pretty special. Akari was a couple of months old by then, and she was already trying to say more than that "goo goo gaga" shit. I guess she was just waiting for the right moment because on my birthday she said her first word. Rin-nii. I remember feeling so proud back then.”

“Eh? What the hell do you want, Old Man? Damn getting soft, aren't we? Well, aren't I fucking special? *smirks* Made it my mission to personally annoy you till the day you die, Old Man. Alright, alright, thanks for getting me something then.” 

“Damn Old Man, this is actually pretty useful. God knows how many times I've crushed them. Eh? You’ve been smoking these motherfuckers for how long? So you can't tell me shit about smoking. Alright, you got yourself a deal, Old Man. A mistake I'm sure multiple fuckers regret. *pauses* Also…Akihisa…thanks for everything.” 

“Goddamn it, Touya, it's just my birthday. You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Fuck…alright Touya, we can celebrate it. Just stop staring at me like that, you little shit. Do I even wanna know what you got me, Touya? *sighs* Alright, let me see it then. I swear if it's a knife from your collection.” 

“Oh shit, this is actually really nice. At least it's something that actually suits my style. *sees pricetag* Uhh…Touya? How the hell did you afford this? *blinks* Oh gross! I did not need to know that you fucking sex fiend.” 

“There you are, Akari. I haven't seen you at all today. Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid your big brother. *pauses* Akari just…just having you back is the best gift I've ever received. Well, I'm kinda curious now. What did you get me?”

“This is a cool figure you got me Akari. *jumps* Oh fuck it just moved and…it's flying around now. *whistles* Holy shit you built this Akari? Wow…I'm stunned. I've never seen anything like it. Ouch! Motherfuck just shot fire at me?!? Huh? Well, that'll come in handy. Shit, I was never good with names but…how about Astaroth? He does, doesn't he? Well then let's get along Astaroth.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Rintaro, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something considering it's your birthday. *snorts* Hardly, but I suppose I'll make an exception just for you today. Have I ever told you how much of a little shit you are? You know you could be grateful that I even got you something, Brat.” 

“I know how much you hate it when your cigarettes get crushed so I got you this case for them. Perhaps one day you’ll reach a point where you give up smoking those cancer sticks. I’ve been smoking longer than you've been alive, but I’ll make you a deal. You cut back on smoking, and I’ll do the same. Don’t want you dying too early. *sighs fondly* Seems like it was yesterday you were forced into my prison cell. *ruffles hair* Don't mention it, Rintaro.”

Touya Lines:

“Rin-chan~! Happy Birthday! Nuh-uh, birthdays are really special. That's what all those movies say. It's also your first birthday since we got out of prison. So we have to celebrate it! *pulls out puppy eyes* Yeah! I have so many things for us to do today. It's gonna be so much fun! Ah! I got you a present too! *giggles* Here!” 

“I saw the jacket in the window of a store one day and thought it would be perfect for you. Hm? Oh, I just told the store owner I would [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] if he gave me a discount on the jacket. What? You asked!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Rin-nii Happy Birthday. *nods* Ah, yes, that. It's your birthday and the first one we've been able to celebrate together in a long time. So I wanted to make sure your gift was perfect. You deserve something besides that Rin-nii. So here. I hope you like it.”

“Not quite Rin-nii. Watch this. Activate. *giggles* It's your very own dragonbot. It's just something I've been working on for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and what's more perfect than today? Of course! Just in case you don't have your lighter in you. Oh, also, he doesn't like being called it. He's got feelings too, ya know? Now you just gotta name him! *smiles* He likes it! Promise you'll take good care of him, Rin-nii.”

[i-fondued]

Idk if you’re familiar with the HC that ghouls build nests, but imagine Swiss making a cozy little nest in the papal suite, or where she’s staying, for Sister while she’s pregnant because his little ghoul brain says “Pregnant mate, must PROTECT, and FEED, and KEEP WARM!” And he barely lets her out of the nest unless she needs to pee, and he like even brings her meals and snacks and stuff 🥺. Also him bringing little toys and baby clothes into the nest once the baby(s) born! He growls and hisses when anyone gets near the nest; he accepts Copia and Terzo being there (and Veritas if we’re going Copia x Terzo x Veritas x Swiss x Sis. Side note, we need to find a shorter ship name for that ASAP! I propose CTVSS, not only because it looks like you’re talking about CTVs and would confuse the outsiders, but is all of their initials lol. Feel free to suggest better ideas!), but only if they let him stay in the room to “supervise” (really he just doesn’t want to be left out of the action if it gets steamy 😏. I think he’s the jealous type!).

okayokayokay, i LOVE this headcannon so I'm adding on, under a read more because I took this and RAN with it. im so sorry for going off ahahaha

Like even if Sister was pregnant with Copia/Terzo's babies and not Swiss' kits, I feel like Swiss would be like OMG MY BONDED MASTER IS WITH CHILD SHE MUST DO NOTHING BUT NEST and she would be like yo Swiss chill the fuck out. She would appreciate it towards the end if she was pregnant with multiples, speaking from experience ahaha, mainly because if she drops something it is dead to her. She'd summon Swiss just to pick up a scroll she dropped in the library or a fork in the dining room. This would 100% extend to when Swiss feels her desire for any craving (my bff cried over a panera sandwich when she was pregnant; i ugly sobbed because i wanted my mom's homemade cooking but it was 2020 and COVID was at its height and we didn't know how it effected pregnant women yet so we had to stay away from each other to be safe) he would just appear with whatever in hand and poof off. Terzo would be like yo stop stealing my bonus points!!

Once the baby is born? Oh my lord the three men in her life would be like rabid with each other no matter who's baby it was. Like throwing elbows to hold this baby because it is the extension of the person they care for/love the most in the whole world. Sister would 100% find Terzo rocking and singing at their baby, Copia would always have the baby with him reading when they couldn't sleep, and Swiss would curl up with the baby in the crib knowing their purring soothed them to sleep.

Now do I think Swiss would be an absolute menace if it was his kits? The Clergy would contemplate just moving Swiss and Sister into their own home because if any other male (besides Copia, Terzo, and/or Veritas if were going that route) in the building looked at her for too long he would absolutely tear his mask off and go full feral ghoul. If we use the current era ghouls in this line of thought, Dew does this to rile him up till Aether swears he's going to kick his ass with his guitar. Swiss and Sister would be locked in their rooms till the bab(ies) are like 3 months and Swiss natural protective instinct settles back down and then they could introduce the babies properly to everyone.

Now if we're going with the CTVSS angle, this is how my brain pictures it. Copia, Terzo and Swiss are excited; Veritas is mildly terrified of children and therefor faints when she tells them that she's pregnant. Veritas is also very anxious through the whole pregnancy, to the point of being distant. Sister would have to coax him out of his mind a bit before he'd warm up to the idea of a child that he would call his own. Even after the baby is born and confirmed to be his and his alone, Veritas is skittish with them. They are so small and delicate, how could he care for them without breaking them? Without hurting them like those in his past? He is helpful in other ways that are easier for him; washing bottles, gathering all the extra baby laundry, making sure Mom and the other dads are fed and sleeping when they can. But actual day to day baby care? Not unless he is the only one and even then sometimes he calls for Swiss who comes only because he can sense the terror rolling off Veritas despite not being his bonded ghoul.

It isn't till the first night where Terzo, Copia and Swiss are on the road (no time off for the Ghost Project Dads when the babies isn't theirs per Imperator that stone cold bitch lol) that he really bonds with the baby. Sister is sleeping and the baby wakes up, he feels guilty and decides to check on the child himself. In the dimly lit bedroom, bassinet at the foot of the bed, he take his child and starts to cry when the baby snuggles into his chest with a quiet warbled cry. After that? Veritas cannot and will not share that baby with anyone else; in fact he turns into such a baby hog so much that Copia, Terzo, and Swiss jump her the minute they get home and demand they have another.

[hisdarkconsort]

100 Questions

I stole this from another blog and it was from years ago but I don't care. Most people either don't know me at all or only know me from The Rabid House discord server which I'm no longer in.

1. What is your nickname?

Saturn or Shay but I definitely go by Saturn online lately.

2. How old are you?

35 but mentally like 18-20ish (sometimes even younger) and I'm not just saying that to be funny. I am autistic.

3. What is your birth month?

October

4. What is your zodiac sign?

I am a Libra Sun, Scorpio Rising and Saggitarius Moon

5. What is your favorite color?

Blue and Black...not together. I wear alot of black head to toe cause I'm an alt girl.

6. What’s your lucky number?

Thirteen...and no I'm not a T Swift fan.

7. Do you have any pets?

Yes, a cat named Dekker. He's named after the gay actor/musician, Thomas Dekker, who I just say is the male version of myself because we just have alot in common as far as interests go.

8. Where are you from?

USA in the Midwest

9. How tall are you?

5 feet 6 inches

10. What shoe size are you?

10

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

I own alot but I only wear my Vans

12. What was your last dream about?

I have been dreaming alot about someone else's Dark Urge character, no not Sylvan.

13. What talents do you have?

Absolutely none.

Obsessing over characters and/or people to the point I lose sleep and annoy anyone I talk to.

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I say yes, but I predict shit on accident all the time.

15. Favorite song?

I've never had a favorite song in my life because it changes constantly.

16. Favorite movie?

Well I was obsessed with the Twilight series for YEARS. And owned/still own a shit ton of merch and own all 5 movies in several different versions. (DVD, Blu-ray, Extended) Plus the little BTS videos they were sold seperately. I was also really obsessed with FSOG.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Nobody because I am Aro. But my perfect guy would definitely be gay or at least bi/pan and a perfect women would be a hot lesbian lmao. Everyone has to be queer. LMAO But I don't want a relatonship tbh.

18. Do you want children?

No.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Absolutely fucking not. Churches make me highly uncomfy and I am far from religious.

20. Are you religious?

Does believing in science and the supernatural count? Christianity is a cult.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Yes but never arrested.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not huge celebrities. But I have hopped into a live podcast just to talk to Thomas Dekker lmao and I used to talk to one of his besties occasionally on IG and she also followed me until they had a falling out. His sister still follows my rarely active IG account.

24. Baths or showers?

Both?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Currently not wearing any.

26. Have you ever been famous?

No

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

No thanks.

28. What type of music do you like?

Everything.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

 I have. I'll spare the story though cause its a big yikes.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my right side.

32. How big is your house?

I live in a tiny apartment in an eleven story building.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Left overs or whatever is available in my fridge that morning.

34. Have you ever left the country?

Never.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Uh...no

36. Favorite clean word?

Trying to think of one...and I use too many dirty words...

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

3 days

39. Do you have any scars?

All over. I have acne scars, injury scars.

My bigger ones include my elbow from a bicycle accident when I was little, a round scar on my knee from getting pushed into my bed frame, and a cresent scar on my index finger from it getting shut in a heavy door at work that needed stitches and therapy. I still cannot bend my finger all the way but gaming with a controller helped alot.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that I care to know of.

41. Are you a good liar?

No, I suck. I"m way too blunt and honest.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

No. I’m ridiculously oblivious and don’t want to assume things about people.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can do a shitty Kermit and a shitty british accent.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

No, its literaly midwest news reporter accent. I don't talk like a news reporter...just American news reporters lack accents so that they can sound clear?

45. What is your favorite accent?

I would say British or Irish but I'm so used to those accents because I watch so many things where people have those accents that I don't notice the accent.

46. What is your personality type?

I forget. I don't care enough.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I would say my old winter coat that I no longer wear...because one...it isn't my style and two...the zipper broke and it’s too small. My second would probably be my "The Shining" Vans.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Like fold it? Yes. In both ways.

49. Do you have an innie or an outie bellybutton?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Mostly no. But if I see one suddenly and its moving fast...I might jump.

52. Favorite food?

Chicken

53. Favorite foreign food?

Italian Pasta dishes or Chinese food. Or Mexican.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I'm very messy and unorganized both. Its kinda embarressing.

55. Most used phrase?

I go through phases and its usually whatever the internet is saying. I keep up with slang even though I'm old. Lol

56. Most used word?

Honestly...the F word. I don't even realize I say it.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Like 5-10 mins.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

NO

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck on them then bite when I think my teeth can handle it.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Always when alone..out loud and I even have full blown conversations as if I were talking to someone else. Its very delulu but at least I'm actually aware I'm doing it. I think its a habit from my childhood that I never outgrew. I'm also autistic so it also might be why.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes

62. Are you a good singer?

I stay in tune at least.

63. Biggest Fear?

Death

64. Are you a gossiper?

Sometimes.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I can't think of one on top of my head.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I had long hair as a young child and then my old step-mom cut it off and forced me to have short hair and I hated it for years and then when I moved out, I grew it long but now that I'm older I prefer it shorter even though right now it's long but that's because Im due for a haircut.

On other people...I dont have a preference.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Yes, but not in order.

68. Favorite school subject?

Lunch ( I hated school)

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Super introvert!!!!!

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No.

71. What makes you nervous?

Dating. Not only does it make me nervous but it gives me major anxiety which now I avoid dating at all and have like no desire to.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

I used to be but now no.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I want to but I try avoiding it because I come off as rude when I do when its not even on purpose. That's an autistic thing.

74. Are you ticklish?

I would say don't even try because I'll kick you in the face.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Not on purpose.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Kinda. I hate it.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Does weed count?

79. Who was your first real crush?

I had lots of crushes as a kid. None lasted very long.

80. How many piercings do you have?

Just 4 in my ears. I'v wanted more but I 'm a very lazy person.

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Barely and I sound weird when I do it plus I cant say words when I do it.

82. How fast can you type?

Um, not super fast but fast enough. I make frequent mistakes. And I don't use the keyboard properly like I was taught in school because I don't have very good control of my pinkies.

83. How fast can you run?

I used to be able to run pretty fast but then I got fat...

84. What color is your hair?

Dark brown almost black but I'm actually graying pretty bad at 35 (thanks mom) so I have a ton of gray hair and honestly I can't wait until its full gray so I can dye it fun colors.

85. What color are your eyes?

Hazel green but people mistake them for brown all the time because of my deepset eyes and the shadow that gets casted over them or something. I don’t really know.

86. What are you allergic to?

Liars and bullshit.

87. Do you keep a journal?

I tried in middle school but then my step mom at the time liked to invade my privacy so I stopped.

88. What do your parents do?

My dad is a delivery driver for a local delivery and shipping company. And my mom works for an art supply company and she works in shipping in the warehouse. My step-mom is what I call unimployed but runs a Bible study group and cleans her friend’s houses or house sits. My step dad works for a powerwashing company, travels for it and is only home on weekends.

89. Do you like your age?

I'm 35 and I feel 80 :/

90. What makes you angry?

Unpatient people and people who are rude. (From working in retail)

91. Do you like your own name?

My real name no, which is why I go by half of it.

92. Have you already thought of baby pet names, and if so what are they?

I want to name a cat Vegas but also now Astarion.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child pet?

I don't care.

94. What are your strengths?

Ask me another time.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Anxiety. Dweliing on things from years ago or just hours ago that I wish I can go back and change. I overthink alot which is why I don't date anymore. I come off as very negative and rude but it's mostly unintentional. I'm easily frustrated and overreact.

96. How did you get your name?

It comes from my dad's middle name.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

No. Atleast not on my mom's side.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist?

Yes.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Which one? I have two.

100. Color of your room?

White because I'm not allowed to paint.

[boobachu]

I really think these rabid IDW antis should #ReadAnotherBook and stop being so pressed over a children's comic book featuring Sonic, you?

I swear I got this exact ask before, like this isn't twitter, pound signs don't tag anything in the text field.

[justyouraverageanonbloghere]

T & A

Working a dead end nine-to-five is never a life anyone would openly ask for. Living paycheck to paycheck, dealing with a prick of a boss that likes to dangle bonuses over us and watch us swarm on each other like a pack of rabid dogs. But what do you expect from working in a place thar hardly pays for shit? I even pick up so many extra hours by working from home that I have no social life anymore. Hell, can't even afford to go on a date.

Retreating to the metro for my short period of reprieve, I notice this man get on the same cabin as me. He was muscular as all hell, a charming face, and wearing a grey long sleeve with a pair of tan pants that- wait- is that a bulge?

Holy fuck this dude wasn't wearing any underwear! That was his probably half-hard dick!

'Fuuuuck.' I groaned internally as I felt a stirring in my pants from how overwhelmingly hot and perfect this man is.

I tried to discreetly take out my phone and sneak a pic of the Adonis before me only to be met with success. As I was accessing my gallery, my screen began glitching as soon as I accessed the photo.

"What the fuck?" I say under my breath before the screen returns to normal with a white box that gave one option.

[TRANSFER?]

My eyebrow perked at this. I tried turning off my phone but nothing was responding. Figuring it was just a small bug, I hit the button. Almost immediately the lights go off in the train which was met with screams from children, groans from the impatient riders, swears from the drunkards and homeless, and so on. But just as the lights went off they turned back on. I was hoping to pass a glance at the guy who I was eyeing until I realize I was staring at an empty seat.

Wait a minute- wasn't I just sitting there? My stuff isn't even there anymore. But if I'm no longer there, then where is the guy? With a sigh I decide to head to the bathroom on the train to try and relieve my sexual frustration. As I close the door behind me, I was met by a hand with a skin color darker than mine. Not only that there was a grey skin tight shirt in place of my tweed suit jacket. I quickly turn to the mirror and look in complete shock while I feel my dick stir.

I was the guy!

No. I was Armand. The name surfaced to my mind as if the most common knowledge I could've known.

I ran my hand along my jaw, looking into these deep brown eyes. Fuck seeing Armand up close like this was breathtaking. I could feel my breathing pick up which caused these massive pecs begin to rise and fall more prominently.

I was growing impatient and so was my dick.

I dropped the plastic bag I was holding and peeled off my shirt to reveal a hulking body full of beautifully developed muscles. As my fingers slowly glided over each of my eight new abdominal muscles, I'd involuntarily let out a low growl as a lustful smirk pulled at my lips. Even Armand's body new it was sexy!

My second hand joined the search as I closed my eyes to take in the feeling of these deeply defined abs before moving up to rest on two giant slabs of meat on my chest. I immediately began groping them, massaging them, squeezing them until I framed them in my hands to press them together.

"Nice tits." I say to my reflection in my smooth baritone voice before letting them drop from my hold. The result caused them to bounce a bit as they fell before I reached back down to finally meet my last present. My hand dived into these tan pants that showed my bulge so nicely and grabbed my now hardened fuckstick. I gave it a good squeeze and let out a sharp intake of breath over how incredibly good it felt.

"Fuck yeah..." I growl out while unzipping my pants to fish out this 10 inch beer can of a dick from their prison.

"Damn... No wonder why you don't wear underwear. This thing deserves to be free." I chuckle as I began slowly pumping it up and down while my other hand moved to continue feeling my beautiful torso. I take some of the pre leaking from my dick and sample some. Not bad. Not bad at all. However that just caused my dick to leak more. I ended up taking more of the leaking pre and rub it on my sensitive nipples that tipped these massive slabs of meat.

"I'm gonna fuck so many dudes with this thing. Gotta make up for all these years working for that piece of shit boss." I grin to myself as my breathing begins to pick up from the pleasure electrifying my body. "Maybe even pay that bitch a visit and beat his greedy ass for treating us like starving dogs."

Both ideas made something primal emerge. It wasn't Armand or me. It was as if the body itself goaded these urges, wanting me to go through with it. It was so tempting. I know I could do it.

I should do it.

I will do it.

My grin became more maniacal as I gave into these desires while I began fucking into my grip and pumping my monster cock. Luckily I had enough sanity left to make sure I didn't make too much noise for anyone to hear me. Regardless I was pumping at a furious pace as my dick got red while I kissed and chewed at my python biceps.

The pleasure was too much. I couldn't hold back anymore. My eyes bugged out as I threw my head back and shot a mighty load on the graffiti etched mirror. I take the globs and rub them on my pecs and abs until it dried; all the while I had a narcisstic grin plastered on my face.

"Fuck that felt good." I laughed as I dressed myself and washed my hands afterwards.

I gave the toilet one good flush just to lower any possible suspicions and saunter over to my old spot on the train, but to my dismay I saw someone sitting there. As our eyes met, I nudge with my head for him to move and he did so immediately.

It's to be expected when you have such a powerful body like mine after all.

'That's right. This is all mine now. All this strength, these looks, this dick...yeah I could get used to this.' I think to myself as I spread my legs out to flash my half flaccid bulge while closing my eyes to enjoy the raw power coursing through my veins.

I basked in my new body for a while- maybe 30 minutes give or take- only for a new thought to surface. My stop is coming up. I get up and crack my neck as I wait for the train to come to a creaking halt. Once the doors opened I stepped out and stretched before going under my shirt to scratch my abs of a random itch.

"Now let's get this dick wet before I pay a visit to Mr. Dale tomorrow." I grin, ready for the start of my new and perfect life.

[0junemeatcleaver0]

You know what really chaps my ass?

The fact that people are equating people who ship Armand/Marius with literal pedophiles are about to potentially put a lot of young people at risk.

Like, you can hate the ship with your whole heart, that's fine. But to conflate shipping fictional characters with real life abuse sets a dangerous precedent (period, but let me get granular) in a fandom that's about to have a potentially massive influx of people.

Because that type of rhetoric muddies the water. And actual predators love murky waters. It's a safe place to hide.

We're gonna have a whole slew of people coming into this fandom. They'll be of all stripes. All backgrounds, ages, and intentions flocking to places where fandom thrives bc of this shiny new TV show.

And I'm hoping like hell there wont be any actual predators among that group mixed in with the teens that will also surely come, too.

A) because that's already scary enough but also

B) because of the rabid antis in the VC fandom (of all fucking places somehow) if this fear becomes a reality and I see a call out post on how so-and-so is a dangerous pedophile, I'm now more likely to ignore it. Especially if the call out post begins with some diatribe about shipping (as a lot of call outs seem to do these days) before it gets to recipts of the actually harmful behavior of grooming--because I wouldn't have gotten that far in reading, having thought it was just another stupid post by someone who has never heard of Kink Tomato.

And I'm sure I won't be the only one!!!

I'm sure plenty of us will have the same response and just block/scroll. Because the discourse on shipping is now so poisonous that we'll just think that ships are getting called out or someone is using the word 'groomer' to mean 'an armand/Marius shipper publicly interacted with a minor in a totally normal way'

That's dangerous.

I hate that I have to preface this next bit by swearing up and down that I'm not trying to be an asshole by saying this, but:

If you're out here calling people who ship this pairing pedos, you're actively putting children at potential risk for the reasons I listed above.

Hate any ship as much as you want. Block those tags. Block the shippers. Do what you must to keep yourself happy. But stop throwing around baseless accusations because that shit has the potential for real world harm being done to actual living, breathing children.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Aggressor 🔞 (5)

In which Jungkook doesn't care what needs to be done, or what bones need to be broken. He'll do anything, if it means he gets to put food on the table- and gets to keep you safe. He promised, after all.

Tags/warnings: violence, angst, blood and wounds, mentions of abandonment and homelessness, bounty hunter!Jungkook, guns, wanted!Reader, crimes, murder, reader canceled someone's life subscription in self defense oops, jungkook is a little cold but he's soft inside trust me, I know it doesn't seem like it, there is a little fluff if you squint, put your contacts in its there I promise, swearing, listen it's not a children's tale haha, smut, protected bc yes, we wrap it even as criminals, handjob in a bathroom oops², dark humor, Jeon Bam as the best bodyguard of all times

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When you creep out of the bedroom the next morning, yiu joined its not morning at all- but there's noise, so you assume someone's definitely still here.

You squeak in shock when the dog from yesterday barks at you, making Jungkook appear almost instantly, large hand patting the dog's back. "Good job boy." He praises. "Go lay down." He commands, before he looks at you, pushing his tongue against his cheek before licking his lips. He probably was eating; it does smell like food. "I brought some takeout food. Hope you don't have allergies." He says, before he walks back, making you follow like a lost pet.

He almost thinks it's cute.

You stand still at the table, waiting for him as he slides a box of food towards you, plastic fork next to it. "Eat up." He says, and you nod, not wanting to be without respect, taking the food before you look around, unsure- before walking to sit in a corner. Jungkook sighs. "Come here." He says, getting up from his chair, and you shake your head. "Well fuck, I'm not letting you sit on the floor." He mumbles, sitting back down again, before patting his thigh.

Your eyes widen and cheeks redden, unsure- but you shyly do as he tells, sitting on his thigh, before you start to eat.

Jungkook honestly was taken a bit aback. He didn't think you'd actually sit down like that- but it seems like you're either very easy-going with strangers, or you have a weird favoritism for him. Either way-

You're really testing his self restraint.

He'd be lying if he said you're not pretty- you definitely are, and you can call yourself lucky that he's not one of those rabid dogs ready to bite anything they can reach. He can behave himself.

His theory however is quickly solved when the door opens loudly, old sliding door creaking under the movement, and you instantly jump up and run towards the bedroom, making Bam jerk up surprised. Seems like you're not too friendly with strangers after all, he thinks. "Damn kook." Taehyung laughs, baseball bat over his shoulder as he walks inside. "Did I scare your fucktoy?" He chuckles, and jungkook groans, closing your half-eaten meal for later as he smacks the older guy's hand away from it. "Even bought her food, pussy must be good." He mumbles, as Jungkook goes to put the food in the fridge.

"She's not my fucktoy." Jungkook mumbles before he looks at Taehyung. "What do you want?" He asks, and the older guy shrugs.

"Was bored." He says. "Heard you shot hansung in the face. The guy looks hideous let me fucking tell you." He laughs, leaning against a metal bar.

"He made it?" Jungkook wonders, cleaning the plastic fork for later use again as he puts it down for now.

"Probably not. Saw the medics pick up what's left of him last night though." He says, bored. "What's with the girl then though, if you're not screwing her?" He asks, and Jungkook furrows his brows.

He honestly doesn't know. At this point he doesn't want to send you away yet again, just to get into more trouble. You're a magnet for attracting such things- he'll figure out what to do with you at some point, he decides. "Dont know yet." He says. "I'll figure something out." He says, and Taehyung seems to have an idea, jungkook instantly shoving the older one out of his little home. "Absolutely not, put your dick in something else!" He scolds, watching the laughing friend leave.

He carefully walks towards his bedroom afterwards, opening the door- barely able to catch you hide underneath the blankets as if he wouldn't be able to tell. He sits down on the bed, calmly so. "He's gone now, you know." Jungkook says, and it's only then that you poke your head back out again, looking at him.

"Uh.. sorry." You mumble, unsure what to really say now, while he sighs, getting up, walking into the kitchen to get your food again, holding it out of reach for your hands for a moment though.

"Dont you dare get my fucking bed dirty." He warns- but you know there's no real bite behind his words. Not when you catch him commanding Bam to lay down at the bedroom door to keep watch over you.

Not when he's had every chance to bite already.

[whump-cravings]

TR3 - Leverage

Masterlist

694 words | Original Work: The Royal Three

Content | Whumper POV, power dynamics, surrender, referenced impalement, Baltar being the wettest boy in the foreground and Hakon being the most feral in the background

Two of the Nitasi royals knelt before him, hands shackled, gazes down, and faces grim. Defeated. The boy—Prince Baltar—had tears tracking down his chin.

"Please ignore him, my lord," said the girl, Princess Rohisa.

The 'him' in question laid a few feet away, pinned in place by a spear and several soldiers. General Dreth had expected something a little different from the defense's linchpin than the rabid beast that was Prince Hakon. The man thrashed despite grievous injuries, snarling and spitting ferociously as if he could stop the invasion all by his lonesome. Perhaps the pain had driven him mad.

"'General' will do, your highness," Dreth said. "Worry not; in your brother's stead, Vall recognizes your surrender as representative for Ironda."

"Will you execute him?" the girl asked bluntly, expression unchanging. Beside her, Prince Baltar sucked in a breath, casting a big, fearful look up at Dreth.

Dreth glanced between them. Rohisa's attitude seemed closer to the animosity he'd witnessed among royal children, while Baltar still clung to the innocence of youth. Odds were good that Baltar still carried weight with both his older siblings, if he was that fond of them. Hakon might be worth keeping around.

"No. If he survives his injuries, he'll live."

Baltar's relief was palpable, and interestingly enough, Rohisa's shoulders relaxed fractionally and she released a slow breath. So she was concerned about Hakon's life. Good—that made him all the more effective as a hostage.

The girl bowed her head a little further in evident obeisance and gratitude—she certainly knew how to play the part of a humbled enemy. "Thank you, Sir General. To what do we owe your mercy?"

"Not mine—their majesties Delravi," he corrected. "Mercy which will continue to be extended on the condition that you swear loyalty and fealty to the Delravi royal family and act under their direction and will henceforth."

"B-but H-Hakon—" Baltar started softly to Rohisa, voice wet and high with urgent distress. His sister leaned and placed her hands over his, squeezing before re-centering herself.

"Their majesties Delravi have the fealty of the Nitasi family," Rohisa said, raising her gaze to meet Dreth's, expression set with determination. "As the next head of house after the heir prince, I am prepared to make a public statement to that effect." Beside her, Baltar grimaced.

"Excellent," Dreth said with a genial smile, though he didn't trust this woman as far as he could throw her. These siblings had fought too hard to welcome such humiliation. "Your cooperation will greatly ease the difficult transition for your citizens and people."

The princess nodded, then lowered her eyes again. "May I request medical aid and twice daily meals for our brother?"

Baltar looked at Rohisa sharply, then at Hakon, dismayed realization coming over him. The honesty was a refreshing contrast to his sister, though Dreth suspected once the boy regained composure, he would exhibit more control.

"You may always make requests," Dreth said with a smile.

Rohisa's jaw muscles flexed, then relaxed as she took in a breath to speak.

"P-Please," Baltar blurted while leaning forward, more tears spilling out. At his movement, several soldiers started.

Dreth held out a hand to forestall the response. "I could hardly deny such a heartfelt plea." It looked like his fun was over for now. He nodded to those wrangling the eldest Nitasi. "Take Prince Hakon to Healers Polet and D'mora and instruct them to do all they can to ensure his well-being."

Baltar let out a miserable little sob of relief, slumping as if all the energy had gone from him.

"We once again thank their majesties Delravi for their generosity," Rohisa said, her own shoulders dropping with apparent exhaustion as she watched her elder brother being forcefully loaded onto a stretcher. No surprise there; the battle had been raging through the night before and all day today. Dreth hadn't had to do much fighting himself, but the siblings had been holding the line for hours.

Dreth turned away. He had other things to do. "Sumul, see to it that the young prince and princess have comfortable arrangements. The rest of you, with me."

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