#reminded me of the revs lmao

[puffpal7]

@rvrend

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

...So that shot of his new bite super, huh?

YEEEEES PEEPAW BITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITE ENGAGE IN VIOLENCE VIOLENCE BITING

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Omg Ran immediately going after Shion here, just insulting him to his face

[revenantghost]

Hey, don't cry

New Milly Thompson t-shirt [x]

[skeletonshower]

🐯🐯🐯💥TIGER BOY💥🐯🐯🐯

[neonsomatic]

I gotta say, Army of the Doomstar was totally worth the 10 year wait.

[rollingubeomgyu]

willingly | csc

synopsis: late night talks with seungcheol are your most intimate; and vulnerable, times with him. letting out feelings to him after a long day at work, after a drink with you and his members. as members of the idol industry, your boyfriend is ready to do whatever it takes to keep him and you together, even when the spotlight is placed on both of you. pairing: idol!seungcheol x idol!gn!reader genre: fluff with a sorta angsty topic? LMAO wc: 458 words a/n: thought of this while listening to kiss me better by rihanna,, hope u enjoy

you walk around the empty playground, kicking the sand beneath your feet at some times. as seoul’s cold air passes through your figure and hair, you stand still, gazing at the night sky above you.

you feel time fly as you hear the revving of cars and their honking in the distance. it feels like nothing has happened as you sit down on the swings, rocking back and forth.

that’s until you feel someone hold the chains of your swing, slowing you down.

“y/n-ah, i’m sorry, it’s late, why are you still here?” seungcheol says, walking over to your side.

“ah... well, we did promise that we’d meet up here and talk again, right? and, plus, it’s not that late,”

“but it’s a burden for you to wait out here after i go drinking with the boys,”

you let out a sigh at his concern for you.

damn it, cheol.

“it’s not called late night talks for a reason, isn’t it, and it’s only like what, 11?”

he sits on the swing next to yours and rocks back and forth.

“shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” he questions.

“took like a 5 hour nap today, you need the sleep, choi seungcheol—”

“stop with the full name!” you both start laughing as you push his swing to the side and coming back, he pushes yours in return. you spend the next minutes talking about work and you can’t help but adore the sulky look on his face when he talks about his fellow members. your conversation comes to an end when you only hear the leaves rustling above you two as the wind blows. “that conversation just reminded me that we’re both idols..” you quietly state as a matter of fact. seungcheol hums along to your statement before looking back at you. “do you have any trouble with that? you know— both of us in the idol industry?” at the sudden response, you wave your hands in front of you, denying the statement. “well, i mean, it’s not that, really! it’s more of... how this relationship will affect us in the industry. what if we’re going against contracts? we both lose what we have now, not only between us, but our members, everything. what would i do?” “you know me, y/n. between you and my members and the company, i’d choose seventeen, and you. i’d do anything just for you and the members, that’s who i am, right?” you sit in silence, seeing his eyes still looking at your own. you look away and softly smile. “what are you willing to do?” “i already told you,” he takes your hand and puts his own over it, a soft gaze and serious smile flashed on his face. “anything.”  —  all rights reserved to rollingubeomgyu. 2023.

[immortal-raine]

NEW OP CHARACTER (OC)

Out of the 7 years I’ve been consuming OP I haven’t made made an Oc until now hehe

She’s still in daft so bear with me, tbh she doesn’t have a name yet maybe Mylo? Nova?Lmao idk

Gonna have to zoom in, to really soak in the plot jk jk I’m info dumping here: (but if you don’t wanna read a lot, the images is a recap more or less)

- Born In Water 7, This Kid Worked as a Apprentice Shipwright at Galley-La Co.

- Got Caught in a Annual Aqua Laguna

- Ended Up Stranded On a Random Island, Built a Boat to Get Back Home; Without a Log Pose, Map, Or Navigation Skills, She Just Ended Up Drifting From Place to Place. Kinda Became A Adventure on It’s Own

- Found and Ate A Devil Fruit called smth like…

[ Sheep Sheep Fruit Model: Komahitsuji]?

- Now Can’t Swim, She Decided to Stay on Island And Just Live as a Sheep, Eat, Sleep, Shit and Repeat living the dream y’know

- Months Pass And A Ship With A handful Of Pirates Show Up, Izo Being Apart This. Believing A Sheep Native to Wano Somehow Got Out Of Country, Decided to Bring it Along. Izo Using Snack Sack To Get it Aboard The Ship, And Her Being Have Sleep And Delirious, She Follows.

- Not Fully Aware During The Trip Back To The Main Ship, She Wakes Up in Front of Whitebeard Confused, But Keeps up The Sheep Act really what do you expect, they make awesome food, she can chill all day, and be on the sea without worry, it’s a solid deal

- After Week She Just Decides To stop The Act, Playing With Stephan Was Fun But Getting Treated Like Them, Not So Much

- Huge Shock For Everyone But They Got Over it, Got Adopted By Whitebeard, And Became a Official Member Of Whitebeard Pirates

- Starts Working as a Apprentice Shipwright Again, Under 6th Division Blamenco!

- Working in The 6th Division Means She’s Not Always On The Main Ship, But When She is She’s Following Izo around, Izo Being The one Who Brought Her is Kinda Responsible of Making Sure She’s Alright

- Besides Izo, She’s Learning a Few Things From Haruta, Ranting to Namur, Listening to Stories from Whitebeard, Gushing about UTA to Thatch, and Bothering Marco because everyone likes to do that once in a while

- Getting Away From Work Is Where Whitey Bay Comes In, Jump Ship With Her and Be MIA until She’s Found Out and Called Back

Ace Joining (Kidnapped) 5 years after her:

(Gonna have to zoom in man)

- Met 2 Months into his assassination attempts they met randomly, when Whitey Bay dropped her off.

Ace and Her Was Cool After The Assassination Attempts, They Would Talk When She’d Get Back From Where She Working

After The Paramount War:

- Not Able To Participate In The War, She Was Left To morn Whitebeard and Her Brother’s Lives

- She Decided To Work For The Revs

- Learned Protocols And Tactics For a Year

- There She Loved Meeting Ivankov because who wouldn’t? And Learning under Inazuma Was Fun Reminded Her of Learning Things From Haruta

- Met Sabo and Talked about Ace and Moments She Spent With Him

- After Being Deployed In A Mission With Sabo, Koala, Hack, And a Handful Of Revs, She Both Respected And Feared Sabo

- Koala Unintentionally Saved Her From Talking With Sabo Once And Became Her Saving Grace Ever Since

- She Was Deployed Under Morgans as a Spy to Keep Tabs On Him and Anything Else Note Worthy

- Shockingly Met Deuce, Told Him The Truth because she’s conditioned to tell her older bothers the truth He Didn’t Care Much, So He Became A Silent Accomplice

- Another Year Pass And Strawhat Pirates Make Their Debut Into The New World, While Working For The Revs She also Helps Deuce Write Reports On The StrawHats Newest Exploits

Now That that’s Over With, Here’s All Her Art (Still Drafting)

Sketches:

With Color:

Thanks for coming to my rant fest, or just looking at the art, I appreciate it, okay bye :D

[gibbearish]

zayne is a bust, help me pick the next name to try out. propaganda and poll under the cut

for context all of these except cj were found on old english names websites so . thats why theyre so weird lmao

go back to cj: my bf thinks it fits me pretty well (funnily enough his overall opinion on it has flipped from when i first started using it lmao), my issue is that id still have to figure out what to make it stand for. he suggested "cool joke" and i gotta be real with yall im extremely fucking tempted. esp bc i could make my last name Dude. i could legally be Cool Joke Dude.

Erskine: felt weird at first but ive warmed up to it, esp bc when i ran it by friends they were like "what. what is that doing in my brain. what does that remind me of" and when i went "did it conjure a ferret" they were like ?!?!?!?!? YES THAT EXACTLY????? HOW DID YOU KNOW?????? anyways turns out most people are familiar enough with the word "ermine" to associate it with ferrets but not quite enough to remember the word so like. my name could literally be a spell that conjures ferrets in peoples brains without them knowing why.

Llewellyn: full disclosure that i think it sucks but like. in a hilarious way. you know how it's supposed to sound but without fail it takes a second to say out loud. you have to rev up before you can actually get into it. theres such an unnecessary amount of Ls. saying it feels like wading through knee deep water. its so funny

Ravinger: sounds like ravenger. what more is there to say

Tranter: like. i mean. cmon. "hi i'm tranter. tranny for short." / "what's tranny short for?" "cuz ive got little legs:(" LIKE?????

Horst: HORST????? H O R S T???????? i could be HORST?????? thats so funny. thats SO FUNNY. also the website said after it stopped being used as a first name, it became german slang for an unintelligent person. so like. it sounds like horse and is also german for dumbass. thats so fucking funny

Leofwine: i have no idea how this is supposed to be pronounced and neither has anyone ive showed it to, and it is /extremely/ funny watching them try to figure it out. and i could just do that all the time

Wigstan: so i figure its supposed to be pronounced wigstin (which is funny on its own bc winston overwatch) but fuckin. wig stan. wig stan???? wig stan.

Puck+Dex: gotta be honest idk how i feel abt these ones but one of my friends was p into em so figured i should include em just in case

Eoforwine: i think currently my personal favorite of these, i think its pronounced yo fur win which means the nickname would just be Yo, and i dont Like the concept of names in general so my nickname just being 'hey you' would be p nice, and the website said the name itself means "boar friend" which fucks

[thebreakfastgenie]

beejhawk 👀

LMAO I was just sitting here like "no one even bothers to send me beejhawk anymore" but bless you to the bottom of your pot-stirring heart, anon.

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it? I have several reasons, which I will get into it, but I'm going to start with this one: I like a happy ending. Beejhawk cannot be a happy ending to me. I'm not entirely convinced any Hawkeye/4077th ship being endgame can be a happy ending, even the ones I like. I want to see Hawkeye move on from the war, which is what GFA is setting him up to do. Beejhawk keeps him stuck with the war defining his life. That's depressing to me. In the larger narrative of Hawkeye's life, it's important to me that the war is unimportant. The war being how Hawkeye met the love of his life gives me the ick. It implicitly suggests the war was somehow worth it. I can't think of a single reason why I would ship it. I think the biggest reason is it's simply too OOC for me. I cannot believe that Hawkeye would be in love with BJ. That is not Hawkeye to me. I actually can believe that BJ would be in love with Hawkeye, even though BJ is extremely straight to me, but I can't see Hawkeye reciprocating, ever. I've read some beejhawk fic and a lot of posts, and the way Hawkeye behaves and is characterized doesn't just feel wrong to me, it feels wrong in the way I hate the most. BJ is usually wildly OOC too. The other big reason is the complete lack of chemistry. They have negative romantic chemistry to me. This is a much smaller reason, but the things people get from beejhawk I get from other ships that make more sense to me. For a best friends ship, I have piercentyre. If I want to ship Hawkeye with someone repressed, I have hawnk or houlihawk. Sometimes I joke about this but it's kind of true that I don't need beejhawk because I have hawnk. The Joke Is Wild? Hawnk did it first. I genuinely do not understand why beejhawk is a ship at all, except that they're the two main guys. If I didn't know how slash culture worked, I would have been shocked that it even existed. In the last few seasons, I'm not even convinced they like each other. I found myself asking "do these guys even like each other?" about the alleged best friends more than once, and I had to actively rev up my suspension of disbelief to enjoy their goodbye properly the first time I watched GFA. I very strongly dislike any framing of MASH as a love story, and I have yet to find beejhawk content that doesn't turn it into the Ballad of Hawkeye and BJ. Piercentyre is fun for me, because it really changes the show very little. Beejhawk requires me to rewire the entire show, and I don't want to. A lot of moments that I adore become less meaningful to me if they're shippy. For example, Where There's a Will, There's a War. "When I wake up remind me to give you a kiss" is an expression of BJ's profound relief and a wonderful resolution to the anxiety and guilt he's been feeling for the whole episode. It's hyperbole that only works because they don't normally kiss or want to kiss. It always brings to mind a lyric from a song about WWII: "and I never kissed so many men as on that afternoon." It's not about romance, it's about being glad to be alive. I just like the show better without beejhawk. I started out a little more neutral and my visceral revulsion built through overexposure. There was also an assumption that you shipped beejhawk that I really resented. Especially because of the implications around it being slash. I am gay, I ship gay ships, I ship other gay ships in MASH. I don't ship beejhawk. I'm not required to ship every single gay ship. So all those beejhawk posts about "gay people love this" or "gay people think that" bother me and turn me off even more.

What would have made you like it? Completely different acting/chemistry. Something completely different from what I ever see the fandom do with it. I could probably be sold on unrequited (BJ's side only) or unhappy ending beejhawk in fic if it was really well done. This is your chance to plug! I think a realistic handling of it would help too. The show gives me a BJ who is as far from leaving his family as a man can be. I need to be convinced that something would change that. Meta claiming he's actually close to leaving in the show does not work for me, it directly contradicts what I see. I need writers to dig into it. Actually show me the dissolution of BJ's marriage, the pain and consequences. Show me how he manages to stay in his daughter's life, if he does. Brokeback Mountain does not shy away from how badly Ennis treats his wife and how absent he is to his children. My experience with beejhawk is that much angst is made of the obstacles to their being together, but they're quickly dispatched with. Tell me what Hawkeye sees in BJ, because I don't see it in the show.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? It inspired me to make these. I've been thinking lately that this lyric fits beejhawk "perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies." If you know me, you know this is something positive from me, because it's from what I think is one of the best songs ever written. There is some interesting potential. Just get out of the true love box! Try something dark, something one-sided (BJ's side), something that ends badly! I do really like their friendship in the first few BJ seasons.

[kaoharu]

i am here for some song recommendations :3!!

demolition lovers by mcr

vampire empire by big thief

distance.exe by mejibray

henna merry go round radio edit by gulu gulu !!!!

thank uu for the song recs ashhh <33 impressions utc >:33

demolition lovers

mildly surprised by this one :0 not smth i usually listen to for sure but i liked it i think ??? the screaming section in the middle was very cool but scared me at first LOL i liked the ending as well >:33 !! 7.5/10 i thinksies

vampire empire

i like the vocalist ladys voice . . . her voice is nice . . . . !! the little guitar solo abt halfway thru was so cool . . . i love instrumence !!! 9/10 🫶

distance.exe

WOAH strong start ok. i like the instruments again . . . SOSUPER COOL . . . im sorry about thsi but this reminds me of undead enstars . . . i love yuo and im sorry /silly like obv the music style but also the vocalisr ?? he sounds so familiar its driving me insane actually. i like his voice . . . alao the end woah holy fuck that was awesome 🫶 9/10 i think this song wld grow on me tho if i listened to it more lmao

henna merry go round radio edit

another strong start w cool instruments !!! i looked specifically for the radio edit version as uu have written btw im guessing its different from the others. ayways THE VOCALS WOAHHHHHH IK IVE BEEN SAYING I LIKED ALL THEM SO FAR BUT THESE ONWS ARE ACTUALLY THE COOLEST I LIED ABT ALL THE OTHERS ONES the gender voice actually. anyways uhmm unrelated note do uu like songs w lots of screaming /lh i think its neat tho btw im not like. making fun of that or anything 👍 just a trend i noticed in all these bangers 10/10 for this bad boy

anyways all in all those were awesome songs THANK UU AGAIN ASH I LOVE UR SONG REVS ALWAYS <3333

[motthe]

always | leon s. kennedy [re 4]

a/n: so your girl has fallen and is continuing to fall exponentially hard. i plan to do a fic based around this one shot as there’s a lot to unpack but i’m not gonna hold myself to that responsibility yet so have this just in case.

notes: leon and reader already know each other and are bffs pining for each other, so if leon seems OOC and not all dark and brooding that’s just bc he’s actually happy lmao. Pre-res evil 4 by like a few days ig?? probs less.

warnings: fem!reader in mind but could be read as gn! as there’s no female anatomy mentioned, cussing, one use of a nickname for reader which will be explained in the fic if i do write it, reader has been known to have dyed hair but isn’t specifically described in this

“Agent Kennedy? We’ll be taking off in ten minutes if you want to gather your things.”

Half asleep, a scoff slips as he lifts his head from the back of the bench seat. The guy makes it seem like he’s got luggage to drag onto a private jet. There’s nothing on him aside from a licensed gun and his wallet and phone. Still, if Leon Kennedy is anything, he’s polite.

A nod is given, a quick “thanks” rumbles. He rubs his eyes awake as the unnamed pilot proceeds out the door and onto the airstrip. One look around the empty building pulls a “huh” free.

Leon shakes his head, running a hand through his hair when it falls into his eyes.

“Two agents, my ass.”

The mission was assigned as soon as Ashley Graham’s abduction was reported, and with the fear of leaks from the deepest pits of government intel, Leon expected to go it alone. He’d jumped to the big leagues in a handful of years with no shortcomings to speak of. Makes plenty sense to stay solo and as far as he sees it, a team would just slow him down.

Time isn’t a luxury he can afford with his new placement being held over his head. Lose the daughter and he loses daddy president’s good word, too. Not exactly the best for his sparkling resume.

Leon can sit here and almost believe he’s cursed with two first days on a job jeopardized. He hasn’t even got his official ID for this gig, yet.

Last thing I need is a repeat of ‘98. Still, he’d rather drive into whatever hell awaited him in rural Spain than fly. It never fails to exhaust him. At least it’s private.

Being a president’s security detail has its perks; he’d have been a fool to turn it down. High time to set down roots somewhere at any rate. Hell, if the right people were in town maybe he’d throw a housewarming party.

The sound of the jet revving to life grounded him in reality.

Take a rain check, Kennedy. Got a job to get done first.

Pushing off the bench seat, Leon starts for the door to the airstrip, double-checking his phone for any updates on the agent assigned at the last minute. Rookie mistake to be late—he would know—but this guy was gunning to be fired if he missed the flight out.

Not my problem. It’s a steel reminder. He pins it up to pop the guilt ballooning as he reaches the exit.

Pocketing his phone, Leon wishes the poor soul the best and aims for the door handle only to pause.

Footsteps approach, rapid pace.

“Don’t tell me you were about to ditch me, Kennedy!”

The way the air knocks out of him could bring back some sick memories if his heart didn’t find delight in it. He knows terror, it’s a constant in his line of work, but joy blindsides him every single time.

The exit falls to the back burner as he turns, barely cozigant of his legs moving or his arms opening. Your features flash by and even after years the muscle memory never fails, everything in him straining as he catches you in a sturdy embrace. It’s one of the few habits of yours he can predict—you’ll never cease to jump him in greeting.

Your body vibrates against his, laughs bleeding into his skin as you burrow into the crook of his neck like you’ve been there this entire time. Maybe you have been. Not one day goes by without your echoes—side comment here, she’d hate this there.

This last absence had done some damage. He couldn’t shake the something’s wrong when you had gone radio silent. Now it feels like it never happened.

How is it you’re able to cut almost a year of tight chests and clenched jaws down to the breath he’d been fighting to breathe?

It’s insane, but it has its uses.

“Miss me?”

The question scores his heart and stitches it back together. His arms tighten around your waist in response, lifting you off the ground and spinning to prolong your laughing fit and just to tease you because what kind of question even is that?

“Where the hell have you been, huh?” It comes out deep. Cracks up through his throat because it’s been stuck there since two days creeped over the date you swore you’d get in touch by.

“Careful,” you warn, the air of the word leaving bumps in its wake. “That’s classified information you’re picking at.”

He’s well aware after the lecture he’d gotten from his old supervisor. Looking for answers the old fashion way hadn’t ended well (though, he thinks you would get a kick out of knowing how close he’d been to decking another agent). He’d been trying to make sure you were alive. If that was a crime, they were shit out of luck. Officer Kennedy fell with Raccoon City.

He thought becoming the presidential family’s personal bodyguard could help, but he hasn’t had time to go digging around. Not with a rescue beckoning.

No need now.

Inhaling, your scent breaks in, and the trouble fades. He lets your feet touch the floor and just holds you. The moment feels endless with your warmth accompanying it. Your arms cushion his neck and there’s a hand in his hair. He’d shoot all the clocks in the vicinity to keep it that way.

“We work for the same people,” he scoffs. “It shouldn’t be classified. Not for me.”

“Tell that to the big guys.”

“Eight months with no contact?” he says it slowly, pulling back to finally get a good look at you. “I think it’s you ditching me, here.”

“Told you it was gonna be a long one,” you chuckle and he drinks up the smile, the glow your eyes keep even in lowlight. The dyed hair you’d left with is long gone now, back to natural tones he barely had the chance of knowing in between touch ups.

“Gotta keep ‘em on their toes so they can’t recognize me,” you’d excuse, but he had made it abundantly clear he could pick you out of any crowd no matter if you were auburn by morning or azure blue by night. It’s fairly dangerous considering your profession. You’re supposed to be untraceable.

“No more international missions.” Leon pins you with a hard stare, somehow pulling his hands off you to cross his arms. “That was too long even for an inside job. They expect you to settle there or what?”

You shrug, eyes skating him until you find his shoes to be a suitable target.

“Long story.”

“Catch me up.”

Your cheek moves. He thinks you're chewing the inside of it. Usually your lips are bitten to hell, too, but they look healthy. Smooth. They part to take in a breath and too many things flood him.

The squeak of door hinges has both your heads swiveling as the roar of the jet engine erupts into the building. The pilot from before peeks in.

“Time to depart!”

Leon sighs and turns back to you only to find you’re walking past. Dots flash before linking together.

“You’re the agent they assigned me?” He keeps to your heels, eyes slanting. “You’re not a part of security detail—”

“Pulled a few strings.” The golden hour encompasses the airstrip, wind pulling your hair towards a few drifting clouds above. “It was the only way to see you. Didn’t think it could wait until after this fiasco was solved.”

The words “I missed you” ring clear under all that. He doesn’t know how to reiterate it. His arms aren’t wrapped around you anymore.

He has to remind himself to keep walking when you smile at him over your shoulder.

“So, that’s a negative on the international mission ban thing. Kind of in the middle of another one.”

You sit across from him inside the jet, back to the pilot cabin as you dip down into white leather and stare out the window to your right. A dazed expression emerges as your thoughts weigh heavy in the air around you. Leon can only watch, picking apart the little he’s learned as the jet takes off.

When it levels out and the seatbelt sign dies overhead, he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“What happened?”

You’ve never been able to sit still, and when you have to you’ll lounge in ways to take up as much space as allowed. Here, you sink into your seat, curled in. He finds comfort in the fact you don’t care one bit how your shoes are pressing into a pristine material. You still have your character, if only a bit shrunken.

“C’mon,” he urges. “Let me hear it.”

Your head tilts, and you pull that strange half-pout, half-scowl. He notes some things never change.

“You’re insatiable. Can't even bask in my presence a few more minutes?”

“Clove,” he murmurs. The nickname nudges something loose in your eyes. “It’s just me.”

“You know how it goes,” you sigh, dropping your knees and throwing your hands up. “It was a shit mission, and the day I get my bearings news drops that the president’s daughter is gone. She’s barely the age we were when all this started—I can’t ignore that, and I couldn’t miss the chance to see you.”

“When did you even get back?”

You just stare through him, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. It’s enough of an answer paired with your late arrival.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Wasn't allowed access since you were in the process of going higher up. No time, either. I barely got permission to be here—”

“Which you still haven’t explained.”

You whine, running a palm over your face as you twist in your seat.

“God, Kennedy! Less than two hours of sleep to get this shit underway and not one ‘I’m so happy to see you’ or ‘wow, just like the old days, huh?’”

He holds in a laugh (and balks inward because he almost forgot what that felt like). Coming up on seven years since you both joined the field and you still somehow manage to keep a youthful grouchiness when a lack of sleep rears it’s head. If he’s not careful, tears will catch up and he’s got a promise to keep to Sherry as far as your smiling face is concerned.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, meeting your eye as it peeks through the gaps of your fingers. “Mission should be a piece of cake now.”

You drop your hands into your lap, squinting.

“Now that’s asking a lot even from you.”

“What? You think some kidnappers have a chance against two seasoned agents that survived Racoon City?”

“I just know plans tend to go out the window when we’re together.”

He smirks, leaning back into his seat.

“Never boring, though.”

“Ha! Understatement of the century.”

An amicable air ropes the two of you together, but the concern still lurks in the back of his mind.

Something has to be going on if you’re not filling him in on your latest adventure. Things stay classified with government roles, but never between the two of you, especially not with the clearance you’ve gained over the years. That, and how you even squeezed into this quick-set mission in the first place. Who told you? The news outlets didn’t have a clue, yet, let alone White House staff. How did you even know who to contact to get assigned with the high threat of leaked intel? If you had somehow found out by chance and just waltzed into this secret operation free for all, you would have been detained for questioning. But here you are, wrists shackleless.

“Tell me this, at least,” Leon asks and you nod, looking about two seconds from giving into sleep. He wishes he had a pillow to offer. “You’re legally allowed to be on this mission, right?”

“No, I just stowed away on a presidential private jet at the last possible second and hoped it would work out,” you deadpanned. “Have some faith in me. We’re supposed to be partners here.”

He raised his hands in surrender.

“Had to ask after last time.”

A faculty-only party of a small government branch you had no ties to and somehow you managed to get off on a warning. All of that risk for some fancy food. He hates to think what sort of consequences hide behind slipping into this mission without the right opening. He’d had enough threats to last to an untimely retirement.

“It wasn’t my fault they weren’t privy to my private invitation,” you hum, itching your nose and plunging lower in your seat. Any further and the floor would claim you.

“And you wonder why plans never go smoothly around you…”

“Us, Agent Kennedy,” you correct, lazily wagging a finger. “It’s always the two of us.”

He lets himself chuckle as he moves into the seat next to you, patting his shoulder. You practically purr as you lean into him, making yourself comfortable.

You conk out in minutes, fully unconscious and cheek squished against him. The sun has already set when he finds the words he’d meant to say.

And always will be.

*special thanks to @navirosera for putting up with me 💙

[chocolatepot]

2.03 ... I did write a first draft of a book review so I think it's okay to keep on with this.

I am over-reading into everything because my engines are revved up. Can't help but wonder about the "Jim's Mug", "Jim's Hot Chocolate" labels.

How many record players does Aziraphale own? Does he use the gramophone when he really wants to have an "I'm ENJOYING MUSIC with my VICTROLA" experience, and the more functional one when he just has music playing when he's not focusing on the aesthetic experience? That's what I would do if I had the space (not joking).

Muriel Muriel Muriel Muriel Muriel oh my godddddddddddddd they're so cute and Aziraphale is so sweet when playing along so they don't know they've been made. And he gets the soppy fond look at them!

The "this way up" sticker on the box ajkldsfjsklfjlksjflksjflksjlfks

Crowley can't help it either. FUCK I cannot wait to read fics with Muriel. I think we are all going to have so much fun with them.

Crowley discussing his plan for Maggie and Nina: "One fabulous kiss and we're good" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S! WHAT! HE! TRIED! WITH! AZIRAPHALE!

I love how Aziraphale tells the Bentley that they're going to Edinburgh. I'm assuming this is because he doesn't know how to get there and he doesn't really remember how to drive so the Bentley is going to do all the work.

Crowley correctly guesses that Gabriel comes to Edinburgh to look at the statue of himself ...

Yessssss, I love it when people let Tenannt use his actual accent.

I can't tell if it's just the context of the opening of the season, but Crowley's love of humanity just comes through so hard in the Victorian scenes. That he helps Elspeth pull the body around, the way he smiles at her and Morag.

And the Bentley does what he wants just like Crowley does. Travel sweets, good idea. I love that he threatens to sell books, love the reminder that the bookshop is non-functional.

Awww, Beelzebub worrying about Gabriel!

Crowley carrying a stack of books all the way through the shop and then just flinging them while trying to remember why they did gravity ... love it. And the fly appears! Oh, that reminds me that in the second ep when the angels came, he's like "you can use two books as a fly swatter, but don't worry, it doesn't work"! The fly!!!

Crowley's romance plan hinging on shelter from rain - right, the first time he met Aziraphale he wasn't thinking romantically at all, and then the second time was post-fall, he started giving Aziraphale the soppy look, then Aziraphale sheltered him from the rain. Presumably for him that was The Thing, and so he thinks (perhaps with just a subconscious connection) that they need to replicate that moment. What a dork (affectionate).

Sean Biggerstaff is the surgeon?! He has filled out.

Making the body suddenly decompose was so bad, that is just peak Smug Thoughtless Angel right there. "It doesn't matter if the Scottish lesbians have no money, at least they'll go to Heaven when they die on the streets," basically. Crowley is SO disappointed in him.

"More murders! I'll drink to that." lmao

I am unconvinced by Dalrymple's rationale that his time is better spent learning more about anatomy than hunting his own cadavers. On one very Aziraphalian level, yes. On another, okay, do you pay the body hunters what the bodies are actually worth to your practice? Do you take on any of their risk or vouch for them if they get caught?

And he does get condemned for a resurrectionist per the back of the sign on the pub. Can't help but draw a parallel to Crowley - he asked innocent questions to help humanity (cut up cadavers to improve his understanding of medicine) and fell (went down in history as a criminal with blood on his hands) because of a judge, presumably, who didn't care about what he was doing, just the unfeeling law.

Aziraphale's journalist disguise ajskldfjfls I do love him even if he is so selfish. He's just like Inspector Muriel Constable when you get down to it!

Masons? Is it just me or was that kind of out of nowhere?

"Heaven isn't all it's cracked up to be." Oh, Crowley, my BABY. Maybe Aziraphale should just give them some money, though ...

Um, I'm not so sure wee Morag would want to be hacked up by Dalrymple? She was just describing it as stopping people from getting into Heaven? Hang on, is this a selfish!Aziraphale parallel? In line with Dalrymple selfishly driving a bargain for her corpse rather than paying the going rate ... And what's the point of selling Morag's body to get wine so Elspeth can go out in style? She's letting Elspeth be cut up so she can have a grave herself? I am perhaps overthinking this but the flashbacks/minisodes are all taking up time that could be spent on the actual plotline of the show so I can't help but be critical of what they do with those precious minutes. There are dozens of easy ways to kill yourself in Victorian Britain. Poison is everywhere and safety regulations are practically nonexistent. You don't need to make a complicated plan to swipe laudanum and buy wine to drink with it. Crowley being drunk on laudanum: hilarious but also kind of a timewaster. We could really have just had Elspeth be like "we might as well kill ourselves" after Aziraphale fucked up her sale and then Crowley could guilt Aziraphale into giving them both money.

Give me the fic about Crowley being punished by Hell for this and then coming back to get holy water from Aziraphale without telling him! THE ANGST!

What is that man's forehead tattoo?

And Crowley tosses another stack of books. What is he doing with these stacks?

Maggie says she's not that kind of person (to have an affair) - thinking about Crowley saying later that Aziraphale is too pure of heart to be anyone's bit on the side.

Gabriel prophesying about the dead rising ... in an episode with resurrection men. (I'm not making a point here, just connecting dots.)

Crowley keeps up the light banter with Shax after she says that Hell will declare war on Aziraphale specifically and then turns on the anger for Gabriel, who he still doesn't trust for obvious reasons. He just wants to keep Aziraphale safe and he knows he can't. He cares so much about this cheerfully selfish angel who loves the Earth along with him. As much as their screen time is equivalent, I really feel like this season is Crowley's story, in a sense.

[space-seawitch]

The first two posts remind me of when i first started reading bey fics in like 2008, and i hadn't watched all of the series because I could only rely on the show airing on tv up until that point, so i stumbled into this yubo fic, and the entire time i was like "ok, but who the hell is bryan?"

Which made me watch the entire first season and g-rev on youtube lmao (i still haven't watched v-force in its entirety, even though i did start it)

never forget my top tier early beyblade fandom experience, having finished the series and checking what kind of fics there are and "who the FUCK is this tala in all the stories"

hence

[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

HOW IS A 2019 REMAKE DEMONIZING MENTAL ILLNESS MORE THAN THE ORIGINAL 1990 FILM?????

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍 "𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍" 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈

draken x gn!reader - fluff (0.7k+)

request: hi nana, how are you doing today? i was going through draken x reader tag and saw your recent work and ofc i liked it. i just wanted to ask if you would like to share some of your headcanons for draken. i really miss him and i wanna talk about him.

nana's note: hi so i really said fuck it and wrote a whole draken as ur bf post because 1, i can't believe i haven't yet??? and 2, i too miss draken and want to talk about him 24/7 so i hope the long wait was worth it!!

every second i am alive i pray that i will find a man like draken because no one can tell me otherwise, that he would be the absolute perfect boyfriend of the whole tokyo rev. cast

no one can change my mind !!!!

draken puts his blood, sweat and tears into yours’ and his relationship—to make sure you’re as happy and content as you deserve

he wouldn’t dare to ever make you upset, and in the off chance you two have arguments (because healthy relationship include disagreements at times), draken is the world’s greatest listener and is so extremely empathetic for you

mornings with him start off amazing; he’s up and dressed, chuckling at your sleepy state as you groggily tell him “good mornin’” - he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, urging you to get out of bed and get ready for the day

he’s always making sure you are taking good care of yourself—that could be in the form of him making or buying you a breakfast, helping you study your notes, reminding you to take breaks, and ensuring you sleep full hours

nothing worse than seeing his baby tired—but he’ll let you nap in the break room at his shop if you’re feeling particularly exhausted that day (aka me everyday)

draken loves to indulge in your hobbies the way you show interest in his by being next to him in the shop all week

if you like to read, he’ll dedicate nights in bed to read with you or listen to you read as you lay atop of him - his chest heaves gently and he always catches himself falling asleep to the sound of your voice

maybe you like to draw? draken will help you find reference photos on pinterest and create folders dedicated to things he’d think you’d like

if you’re lucky he might even pose for you! but don’t tell him, he’ll get shy heheh (wait till he finds out about your candid drawings of him)

if you’re into fashion, draken will always try to fit some time into his schedule to take you out to the mall

sometimes his friends tag along and it’s just a big happy hang out <3!! gahhh it would be so lively

y'all going in and out of familiar and new stores until you have a huge smile on your face at the items he’s purchased for you

oh draken just loves to spoil u

but you love to spoil him just as much—taking care of him is probably your real favourite hobby (LMAO)

“kenny! come here, lemme brush your hair!” is what he hears every single time he comes out of the shower

“coming!” and he’s greeted with your excited face, a hairbrush in your hand and a blow dryer in the other - it makes ken so so loved to see you so happy over something this mundane

you two love to spend quality time together doing absolutely anything, because to draken, anything with you is so much better and worth it

he loves it when you braid his hair and always find himself unconsciously boasting about it to his friends - nothing extra (like ran), 

“y/n did my hair this morning you know.”

“yeah i know because that’s like the 40th fucking time you’ve mentioned it, man.” -baji, he is so done with draken and his cute significant other

MAKES HIS SKIN ITCH FR

“my braid is more intact today, do you think it’s ‘cause y/n did it?”

“??? i don’t know ???” - chifuyu, also is tired of draken and your’s cute relationship

ONCE TOLD DRAKEN THAT YOU TWO REMIND HIM OF A SHOUJO COUPLE IN A MANGA HE ONCE READ LMAOOOO

has a tendency to baby you every now and then, he think it stems from his relationship with mikey - he’s just so used to taking care of others, that being taken care of by you is a nice change

he’ll buy you any snacks that you’re craving for, it literally does not matter when or where you guys are

he somehow finds a way LMAO

has you saved as his lockscreen and his gallery has a folder full of photos of you

draken also dedicates a wall in his room just for you - photographs, gifts, trinkets, and a drawer underneath full of clothes that you can wear when you stay over <3

(holy fuck im gonna cry and shit myself i love him so much guys)

anyways; draken ∞/10 boyfriend i wholeheartedly recommend everyone fall in love with him and join the crew

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