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21wanderer · 1 month ago

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The comeback

Male Transformation: Celebrity swipe: Justin Bieber

It was an uneventful afternoon, and I was walking about the neighbourhood, just getting some fresh air. Who would’ve thought that my life would change so much from something so insignificant?

But as I walked, I came across some minor roadworks, just a few traffic cones and red-and-white tape and a mount of dirt, indicating that some sort of digging was going on here. But as I passed the mount I noticed something shining, reflecting some of the scarce beams of sunlight, as nobody was about I stuck my hand in the pile and found that it was a ring, a really old ring with a black stone in its centre. I don’t know why I did it, but I dusted it off, then slipped it on my finger, then continued my walk.

A few days later I would learn from a local news article, that an archaeological discovery had been made in some roadworks, a very old, yet intricate and well-preserved jewellery box had been found, and the archaeologists were very excited, the only thing they were disappointed about was that it was empty. I recognised the street, and it became obvious to me, that the ring was connected with that box, but I had grown very fond of the ring, having worn it ever since I found it, having only taken it off at night, or to polish it, so I decided not to say anything to anyone, not that that was difficult.

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Over the next weeks I made some interesting discoveries about the ring, or rather the black stone embedded in it. Besides always being cold and seemingly completely resistant to heat, it had some very peculiar qualities.

On another of my inconspicuous walks, I began to understand its secrets. As I walked I was passed by an athletic guy – really well-trained and running at a pace I would never be able to keep up with.

He was everything I could be, if only I had the dedication to actually start training – and if I enjoyed sports.

I felt a brief streak of envy, and as I did I clenched my fist. I felt a tingling sensation in my hand.

The runner stopped, seemingly to catch his breath, though he just a few moments ago, seemed like he could go on for hours.

All of a sudden I felt a surge of energy, I felt like... I felt like running. I began to walk faster and faster, increasing the speed of my steps till I was actually running. I passed the runner without looking at him, and I just continued to run. And run. And run.

I had never run for that long in my entire life, and I didn't even feel exhausted, when I finally stopped several kilometres away from where I started.

It didn't take long before the pieces fell into place, and I discovered what this ring could do.

It was frightening at first, but I had nothing against giving in to temptation.

I tested the ring a few more times, to see exactly how far it could go, and apparently I discovered no limit - any quality; physical, mental or skill I could take for myself.

It was a discovery unlike any other, I could be whatever or whoever I wanted to be. I wanted to be a star.

I had faith that the ring could carry me all the way to that end-goal, but it just required a few small steps to get there, and I began to plot how to accomplish it. If I could get his skills, I’d be set – his talent for singing, dancing and wooing the crowd.

I bought a concert ticket to one of Justin’s concert, it cost a minor fortune, but if my plan succeeded it would be money well-spent. I just needed a good seat, so he was in my line-of-sight all evening. And that's just what I managed to get, among the screaming crowd, but it was worth it. The concert went exactly as planned.

I clenched my fist, aiming the black stone towards the singer. I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body, a sensation that was more than familiar by now. All of a sudden I could hear the lyrics in my head, before Justin had sung them, I now knew the songs by heart, though I had never heard them before. I suppressed the urge to start singing and dancing, though it was almost irresistible. I kept my eyes on Justin, noticing how he began to seem out-of-sync as the evening progressed - his voice sounded more out-of-tune, his dancing became less expressive and choreographed. It definitely looked like he was slipping up, and as the show progressed, I could hear people whispering in the crowd, it seemed some of them have noticed too, but I kept my eyes fixated on Justin with my clenched fist resting against my chest, as my heart beat in tune with the music, that now felt so familiar.

The concert ended rather abruptly – but it was obvious to most, that the artist wasn’t feeling it. I on the other hand did… I could easily have taken Justin’s place on that scene, slipped on his outfit and given the crowd the show of a lifetime, but that would have to wait.

The day after the concert, it was announced that the tour was being postponed, not surprisingly. I used the opportunity to upload videos, going viral overnight. I could dance like Justin, sing like Justin, perform like Justin – and it wasn’t long before the internet took notice. It went much better than I had expected, I received so much praise for my videos becoming an overnight sensation, and while it felt good to have all this positive attention, I would soon get the exact attention I desired.

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It was an uneventful afternoon, when the message ticked in. I was shocked, the message was from no other than Justin Bieber himself.

Bieber acknowledged my talent, wrote how it was like seeing a different version of himself, he recognised the sound, the moves and the energy as similar to his own. I grinned, similar? No, identical. Bieber didn’t recognise his own talents.

After having read the whole message, I paused and began to think. Why? Why would Bieber reach out to me?

Obviously it could just be recognition of my talent, which was an amusing, but honest thought, but could there be more to it? He wouldn’t just reach out because of that, there had to be plenty of fans, that could sing like Bieber, dance like Bieber, perform like Bieber, but of course rarely all three at once. Maybe Bieber thought that meeting him could get him the inspiration and motivation, he thought he was lacking – or maybe… just maybe, Bieber saw me as a potential threat, someone who could eventually replace him if left unchecked, and so thought that allying with me would be beneficial for him to get his act together.

I smirked satisfied to himself, pondering whether I should answer straight away or wait. I decided to answer straight away like an excited, yet humble fan, thanking Bieber for his kind words and accepting his invitation with extreme enthusiasm.

One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was scheduled for a flight to Los Angeles to meet the icon himself. Having the flight paid for by Bieber himself was a nice gesture. But with this opportunity at my hand, I decided to go with an idea, I had originally toyed with – rather than being a star like Bieber… I was going to become Bieber.

I arrived at Los Angeles Airport with a small bag of necessities, and my most prized possession glistening on my finger as always. I had never been to Los Angeles before, but I had to accept that this was going to be the place I'd call home for the foreseeable future. Curiously there wasn't anyone to meet me at the airport, no transport arranged or anything, at least not that I noticed, so I felt a little lost and confused, but I got the address, so if I had to arrange something myself, I knew where I was supposed to be going.

Having strolled around the arrival hall for about half an hour with no apparent instructions, I decided to just get going myself. There were plenty of taxis just outside the airport, and I just gave one of the drivers the address, and he was going to get me there easily, and for some reason I didn't really care about the bill I was going to get, if my plan succeeded, I would end up with a fortune.

The driver dropped me off at a gated community, having never seen such a thing in my life, I approached the main gate with anticipation - I had a feeling I could get used to it, once I knew. And as I approached, a security guard came up to me and asked why I was here. I nonchalantly showed him the invitation on my phone, he read it, then walked into a building by the edge of the gate. A minute passed, then the gate opened. I waited until the gate was completely opened before strolling in, giving off the feeling that I definitely belonged here.

Passing numerous mansions on both sides, I tried to see if I could guess which was Justin, just by the look. It wasn't exactly easy, so I instead just opted to use the house number, admittedly these houses were not necessarily a true reflection of the people who lived there, besides their wealth of course. Justin's mansion was one of the bigger ones, and quite impressive with a large garage, two stories and a splendid view. A chill of satisfaction ran down my spine, knowing that I was actually going to stay here, this place was going to be mine. Walking up the driveway I had a feeling, that I was being watched, but that was probably just the security cameras. I rang the doorbell, feeling my heartbeat starting to pound like crazy in anticipation, and very curious about who would open the door.

The door swung open and there he stood, it was definitely him, Justin Bieber himself. For a brief moment I felt completely stunned, couldn't say a word, move a muscle - or control my arousal, which surged as soon as I laid eyes upon him.

"Hi - Jack, right?" Justin began as he extended his hand to me. I responded with a trembling handshake, having a feeling that Justin was used to it by now and just dismissing it as me being starstruck, which was partially true, but only partially.

"It's great to meet you," I said firmly, having gotten a grip on myself. "Yeah, it's cool to meet you too - also that you managed to find your way here yourself. I totally forgot about getting you from the airport to here, but-" Justin paused, then stepped aside so I could walk in. The house was as luxurious and opulent as I had imagined, but honestly I couldn't tell that it was his place from the interior, it was grand and elaborate and all, but honestly it could have belonged to any celebrity or socialite - but that could all be changed, if I wanted to. Justin had put some refreshment out in the living room, water bottles, soda cans, chips, fruits and nuts, and I suppose he wanted to signal that I could just help myself, and that it was redundant for him to actual say it.

We sat down, and he immediately began to talk about my videos, saying how impressed he was with what he had seen. I took all the compliments that I could get, feeling my finger itch ever so slightly. By this time I had affirmed that we were actually alone in the house, which meant that I could enact my plan as soon as I wanted. I was just waiting for the right moment. I told about the concert I had recently been to, and Justin confirmed, it was the last one, he made, before he had to cancel the rest of the tour. He told me, how after that concert, he felt completely off, off the music, off the moves, off the performance - off the whole stage. He, of course, had no idea, where it came from - why he all of a sudden felt completely out-of-sync, so he and his team decided, that there was no choice, but to postpone the rest of the tour until he got his head back in the game. That's why he wanted to meet me - after he saw how I went viral, he thought that I could maybe give him the push, he needed, though he also seemed slightly suspicious about how I performed so much like him. How naïve he was, I thought to myself.

I got up from my armchair and stepped right in front of Justin looking him straight in the eyes. He clearly expected me to say something, but I had no intention of, at least not now - it was time to strike. Before he could react I had pulled him out of his chair and pinned him on the floor with a wrestling move I had "acquired". I was easily able to pin him down, and even with one hand free, which I placed over his mouth as he stared confused at me.

"I came prepared - I got more black belts than you got t-shirts." I said gloatingly as I pinned the idol down. And that was something I was particularly proud of it, I hadn't just been making videos, I had been out and about to a variety of martial arts competitions with my trusty ring, taking all those skills for myself - wrestling, taekwondo, judo, karate, kung fu and so much more. I pointed the ring at him, now I was ready to take everything, not just talents and skills, but flesh, blood and bone. I wanted his face, his body, his identity, his life - all of it. The ring was searing on my finger, glowing so blindingly bright, that I couldn't look - I just focused on wanting to have everything that Justin had, as my entire body began to feel like it was burning.

I awoke with a gasp, lying on the floor, down on all four, I instinctively looked at my finger, that was numb, but still hurting. It definitely felt like it had been burnt, and it unmistakably had a light mark around it. Then I noticed the hand... and my arm, it wasn't mine, it was Justin's. I got up on my feet and studied my new physique, it had actually worked, and the reflective surface on the table confirmed it - I had become Justin. The mere sight immediately sent me over the edge, and I felt a warm substance in my pants, running down my leg - it was a satisfaction unlike any I had ever felt. I ran to the mirror in the hallway and saw myself as Justin, the handsome face, the lean build, it was really all mine. I tore of my old shirt and my stained pants, but as I did I immediately climaxed again, staining the mirror and some of the hallway decor.

I ran my new hand over my chest and abdomen. Justin, I mean, I was certainly not a bodybuilder, but there was definitely some muscles here, this body was definitely fit - but if I wanted some more muscle, that could easily be fixed, I thought as I looked at the shiny ring resting on Justin's - my finger. I returned to the living room to see, if there was actually any remnants of Justin, but to my surprise, there was hardly any trace. There were some brittle grey flakes around the spot where I had pinned him down as well as his clothes, but no sign of Justin - well, the former Justin so to speak.

I grabbed the pile of clothes, the last trace of his existence, brushing off the flakes, then I began to put them on. Once again I felt an incredible satisfaction as I took possession of Justin's clothes, the slightly damp t-shirt, which his scent still clung to, his baggy pants, his socks and design sneakers - all of it, now adorning my body. If I hadn't already done it twice I probably would have climaxed again.

It was the best day of my life, when I for the first time could zip up Justin's shiny black flight suit and enter the stage, landing like an angel in a crowd of thousands of screaming and adoring fans - MY adoring fans. And the critics of that night and I could definitely agree on something - Justin Bieber was back and better than ever!

Bieber was back!

#male body transformation #male transformation #body theft #stolen identity #identity theft #life takeover #stolen face #stolen body #attribute theft #celebrity tf

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 17 days ago

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1970 Plymouth Superbird FAKE

1970 Plymouth Superbird Looks Like a Rare Aero Warrior, Don't Look Under the Hood

In 1969, Dodge took NASCAR ovals by storm with the Charger Daytona, a radical race car fitted with a nose cone and a massive rear wing. The following year, Plymouth unleashed the nearly identical Superbird. Both spawned the most wild-looking, road-legal muscle cars of the golden era.

The Charger Daytona is the rarest of the bunch, with only 503 units produced. Plymouth, on the other hand, had to sell nearly 2,000 examples to homologate the Superbird for NASCAR. The latter is a more common sight at local car shows and on the auction block. But that didn't stop enthusiasts from building replicas.

Putting together a Superbird tribute is easy, with so many companies producing accurate nose cones and wings. However, the Superbird is more than just a Road Runner with a pointy front fascia and a massive wing. It requires quite a few extras plus a proper powerplant (most Road Runners were fitted with the 383-cubic-inch V8, which wasn't available in the Superbird).

While some owners go through a laborious process to create an accurate close, others are happy with a Mopar that looks like a Superbird from afar. They simply slap a nose cone and a wing on a Satellite (the Belvedere was no longer available as a two-door hardtop in 1970), and there's nothing wrong with that.

While it may look like a true Superbird from a distance, this Limelight rig is, in fact, a lesser Mopar fitted with "aero warrior" goodies. Whoever built this car also added the correct upper fender scoops and the chrome A-pillars. However, they did not install the correct rear window.

The interior provides more hints that we're not looking at a real-deal Superbird. The dashboard is missing all the gauges, while the center console is entirely different. The steering wheel is incorrect, and everything else points toward a Satellite conversion.

But if you miss the signs inside the cabin, you'll know it's not an authentic Superbird once you look under the hood. This Mopar packs a 318-cubic-inch (5.2-liter) V8. The base V8 in the Satellite at the time, the mill came with 230 horsepower on tap.

As you may already know, the Superbird was not sold with a 318. It came standard with a 440-cubic-inch (7.2-liter) V8 rated at 375 horsepower. The options list included a 440 Six-Barrel (390 horses) and the mighty 426-cubic-inch (7.0-liter) HEMI (425 horsepower).

The engine bay also reveals this Mopar no longer features its factory color. Although painted in Lime Light, the fender tag shows color code FC7, which was used for In-Violet (or Plum Crazy on Dodge cars). The Superbird wasn't available in In-Violet but was offered in FJ5 Limelight, so the repaint makes sense.

Although it's not the most spectacular Superbird conversion out there, this winged Satellite could be an affordable alternative to the real deal. But we will find out more about that when it goes under the hammer on the first weekend of November 2024.

#FAKE #car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #mopar #moparperformance #moparworld #moparnation #plymouth #superbird

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thedaughterofadam · 7 months ago

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My S.O. headcanons for the #redactedaudio universe. Because I can and why not. {#NSFW under the cut, Minors Do Not Interact.}

Angel:

- Has thrown a cane {Because of course they broke their leg doing something illegal}, at a police car.

- Baaabe and Angel have been best friends since middle school. As soon as Baaabe knew who Angel was it was immediately our girlfriend to David.

- Has said Davey Wavey with puppy dog eyes to get David to grab things from the top shelf for them. {Immediately was told to never call him that while he was laughing}, Now climbs to the top shelf and mock growls at David when he pulls them off.

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- Has been a horrible person to play with one on one with Mario Kart. {David definitely has focused enough to pause the game and immediately fuck their brains out}, but horrible none the less.

- Has made David wear a Devil costume for Halloween because they dress as their pet name an Angel which makes David both horny and laugh.

Baaabe

- Has been in an abusive relationship so makes sure to praise Asher and make him feel like a priority as Asher does for them.

- Wears Asher's gym Shorts while running. {They're a runner and a track star, don't ask why, I just think Gym Babe}

- Is taller than Angel so definitely has thrown David's mate over their shoulder more than once when they did some mischievous activities.

- Baaabe doesn't do puppy dog eyes, they do a cat smile when they want something. Why? {Because they always have a devious plan, Angel's best friend for a reason}

- They prefer warm sweets to cold, I don't make the rules, but they like warm things.

Sweetheart

{They're my favorite, so if you thought I forgot you're wrong.}

- Met both Baaabe and Angel in college, has not been able to escape them since.

- Disappears on top of the fridge so they can scare Asher, has succeeded and got stuck in top of the fridge.

- Has been a dancer their whole life, so them being bendy definitely doesn't make Milo horny, and their practices aren't always timed so perfectly that Milo sees them when he gets home from work. {Wink, Wonk}

- Jumps onto furniture like a cat when they get scared, hissing at the thing that scared them has happened more than once.

- Loves when Milo gets out of the shower, helping him get ready for bed. Because they like that he lets them around when he's vulnerable.

Darlin'

{Also one of my favorites top Three along with Sweetheart}

-Military Dad, divorced parents, friends with the boys for years. Always cries on Gabe's death anniversary because that's the only good Father figure they had.

- Left for college at an Arts school met Quinn when their Dad had basically disowned them for not wanting to stay in Dahlia with him. Hence the Daddy Issues.

- Has called Sam Daddy once by complete accident, it was one of those joking things and immediately got Sam turned on, they both learned things that night.

- Likes to paint on the porch, watching the sun set and rise to relax. Sam has had to pick them up and bring them to bed because they fell asleep painting in the sun.

- Likes when Sam showers with them. They like washing his hair and making sure he relaxes makes them feel at ease.

Freelancer

- Has hidden themselves behind the large stacks of chips at Costco as a child.

- Prefers the blue candy to the red candy at stores.

- Has made Gavin carry them after sex because they like being close to him, and they get princess treatment.

- Dances around the apartment while Gavin cooks, because they like making him laugh as they try to do the Tiktok dances.

- Likes when Gavin's hands are ein their hair, it brings them comfort

Lasko's S.O.

{Let me know if they have a name}

- Prefers tea to Coffee

-Likes cold sweets, definitely eats an ice cream cone during a snow storm.

- Likes to be under all the blankets while sleeping because Lasko is cold and they want all the cuddles.

- Has made Lasko read to them just to distract him with kisses and soft touches.

- Likes seeing Lasko in charge so they watch him do paperwork so they can stare at his RBF without being noticed.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted milo #redacted asher #redacted david #redactedverse #redacted headcanons

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allaboutnayeli · 11 months ago

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Plz more trinity😊

beach day fun! [t.rodman x reader]

prompt: you and trinity spend a day at the beach.

author notes: the people wanted more trin and i love her so i'm giving it. this is so summer vibes since i miss summer so bad. hope y'all enjoy!

one of trinity's favorite pastimes during vacation is to go to the beach. the feeling of the sand under her feet, the sun hitting down on her skin, and the coolness of the water. the best part of the beach is definitely bringing you along.

you two are laying on the beach in matching white bikinis. trying to get alittle tan or whatever trinity was mentioning. your skin touches hers as y'all lay side by side. "so how long do we have to do this?" you mumble as you open your eyes, squinting as the sun is nice and bright today.

"just like thirty minutes," she says with her eyes still closed. you groan in mock annoyance. tanning isn't the most fun beach activity. your girlfriend slaps your arm, laughing, "it's not that bad."

"it is that bad. don't you get another tan from soccer all day?" you groan out again. the american player opens her eyes just to roll them.

"ugh, you know it's not the same, babe" she sits up, pulling her knees up to her chest as she looks at you. that bikini on you looks great especially with the sun beaming down your skin. the whiteness of the sunscreen on your skin does ruin the sexiness factor of the sight a bit though.

you sit up beside, leaning your head against her shoulder. "i want to go get into the water or even try to surf!" you grin. interlocking your arm with trinity's. "we don't even know how to surf," she giggles as she turns her head to give you a quick peck. you return the kiss, smiling against her lips. not wanting to have a mini make-out session on the beach you are the first to pull away. trinity pouts at you, "do you just hate me?"

"as if!" you laugh loudly as you stand up, pulling her along with you. trinity shoves you as she almost stumbles over her own feet. you just laugh even more.

"last one to reach the water has to pay for ice cream!" you shout out as you go off running. the sound of trinity's laughter behind you makes you try to run faster. huge emphasis on the try. trinity is still a fast runner so she catches up and even goes past you as she runs. reaching her arm out to hit your shoulder as she pasts. "hurry up, slow poke" the american player teases. sticking out her tongue at you after she reaches the water.

you shove trinity fully into the water the moment you come close enough to her. she falls back. frowning once she comes back up from the water, "babee, my hair!"

"that's your fault! stop being so fast and your braids wouldn't be wet right now" now it's your turn to stick out your tongue. teasing trinity doesn't last long as she grabs onto your ankle and pulls so that your full body falls into the water as well.

"now we're both wet."

you two play around and swim in the water for a good hour. you forcing trin out of the water the moment your skin got alittle too wrinkly for your liking. she whines the whole way to the ice cream stand. only stopping once the vanilla ice cream is in her hand.

"thanks baby" she leans close to kiss you on the cheek, but you move away. giggling as she continues to try to kiss you. "ew no! you have ice cream all over your lips," you start to physically run away from your girlfriend. she chases after you. trying to make sure her ice cream wasn't dropped during the chase.

unfortunately for you, halfway though the chase your ice cream falls out of your hand. landing straight into the sand, leaving you with just the cone. trinity bursts out laughing as she comes closer to you.

"that's what you get for rejecting my kiss," she shrugs before slinging her arm over your shoulder and pulling you against her. "shut upp," you cringe as she kisses with all that melted ice cream on her lips. leaving a vanilla colored kiss mark on your cheek.

once the sun starts to set is when you and Trinity stop playing around. y'all have gotten ice cream twice, tried to surf & failed horribly, swam for half of the day here, and even went on the boardwalk to grab some food.

now you two are back where you started.

laying on y'all's beach blankets, looking up at the sky but this time around trinity is forcing you to tan. pink, red, and orange paint the sky to look beautiful as the sun sets. trinity turns to you, smiling, "can we come back tomorrow?"

"and do this all over again? sure baby" you smile back at her. she pulls you into a kiss. you happily kiss her back. this time around you allow it to turn into a lil make out session. it's not that many people still at the beach regardless.

what a great day at the beach, you were 100% ready to do it all again tomorrow.

#trinity rodman x reader #trinity rodman #uswnt x reader #uswnt #woso x reader #woso fanfics

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laylawatermelon · 7 months ago

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I have thoughts about this ep...

(It's not good... But not bad)

911's writing of this storyline seems to be teetering in the wrong direction and it may cause a disconnect with some viewers.

Hi! I literally took a nap and woke up with an essay 🙃.

But let's get to the good stuff.

This season has been phenomenal. The acting and writing has all been consistent with the original past 4 seasons. (Season 5 and 6 were good just had a different tone)

This has been due to the show runner returning.

Now that we've gotten all the facts out of the way here's my opinion.

I'll be honest, the twin/lookalike story that came up is causing me to pull away and not in a good way.

If I objectively look at it as a fan this cones out of left field and may intrigue a set of fans. Those fans are likely in the higher age range. (Nothing wrong with it but just an observation)

(i keep up with updates online so it didn't bother me that much)

But for me as I was watching it and the scene came up and then The Grey's Anatomy came up I don't know why but a flash pinged in my brain of this feels like a Telenovela/Soap Opera.

And it is in fact a storyline commonly used or mentioned of the long lost twin or the doppelganger who's back to destroy, seduce, etc. to shake up the main characters life.

I will say that what 9-1-1 has been doing is a good job between toeing the line between supernatural and realistic.

This is leaning a bit to close to the former and can lose some people.

(i will say that this storyline isn't hitting like it usually does the others, even if I wasn't an buddie fan. Hell as an Eddie fan I'm still confused)

The tone of the show this season has been lighter so of course the storylines do reflect that.

My only gripe is what makes 9-1-1 compelling in the first place is the odd fact that the characters don't die and they're realistic (enough) in their cases and drama.

They're gripping enough that they can use these cliches to grip the audience backed by stellar performances and direction.

I just don't like the soap opera-y feeling I got from the trope. (Personal preference what can I say)

Now the next episode will probably expand on this storyline and will cause the conclusion to be touching and heartfelt.

I'm just a bit sour about the lead up to it because it's like oh this woman who looks exactly like my deceased/missing partner appears in the same vicinity as me (despite living in a very big very populated state) so I must get to know her better. I end up throwing away my morals and then something bizarre happens and then something else happens and I find out she's insert - (illusion/twin/stalker/literally anything out of pocket you can think of).

The audience swoons because of course she is (bad/evil/plotting etc).

It's not gripping me.

Emotionally however I'm intrigued how this will eventually effect Christopher as it he sees her he's screwed for life.

In addition to his dad talking to her in the first place, therefore unintentionally enforcing his women all leave/slight lack of respect for their feelings as they're replaceable (she would literally replace his mom in name and face) or disposable (Marisol as the woman left behind).

Yes Eddie's happy but he's also being more reckless than he usually is.

He's always been aiming to find what they had but his actions have implications.

(imma put on my buddie hat for a second this is all/j)

Like how he leaves his son with his dad and goes on a date with another person constantly. 😤 Rude

(no lie they are good coparents though even if they are platonic. They work better than some romantic straight families on tv)

Back to analysis mode though, this action has dangerous implications on both how relationship with Christopher and how he can harm him and eventually how their relationship can decline because of this.

It's not just the disloyalty to both his current partner and son but the example he'll be setting.

Chris probably may end up listening to Buck more as a result because he wouldn't/hasn't hurt him in the way his father currently does with this situation. For relationship advice and such.

Yes it's good drama (in an emotional/analytical sense) I'm just sulky about the telenovela feel of it don't mind me.

I'm positive their performances will make it lean more towards the procedural drama movie feel the show is known for.

Hell this had to happen some day right? The soap operafication of 9-1-1.

Hope is a beautiful ride at least. 🤷🏾‍♀️

(ps this episode was great all things aside)

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batfam-fanfics · 6 months ago

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Shoelaces by JuniperTree2000

1 Chapter - 8652 words

After biting into the bottom of his cone, Wally glanced down at Dick’s shoes. They were a simple pair of black converse with white shoelaces. Wally looked to his own shoes, which were a bright pair of red runners with orange shoelaces. Wally hummed. Then an idea struck him. “Dude, let’s switch shoelaces,” he said.

Dick snorted, looking over at him with a quirked, questioning eyebrow. “What?”

“Yeah, let’s switch shoelaces!” Wally’s eyes lit up as he began to like the idea even more. “But only on one shoe. Let’s switch shoelaces on one shoe.”

“Why?” Dick laughed.

This is the story of how two separate strings of shoelaces were a part of crucial points in Dick and Wally's life.

#birdflash #dick grayson #wally west #young justice #fic rec #batfam fic rec #fanfiction recommendation #batfamily fic rec #oneshot

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in-death-we-fall · 1 year ago

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The Ultimate Rockstar Test

This week: Wednesday 13

Bands like to think they’re badass, but who’s truly the most rock’n’roll of them all? We test them and find out who’s top of the class for chaos!

Words: Dan Slessor

(drive link)(Joey's Rockstar Test)

What’s the worst condition you’ve left a hotel room in? “I was 17 when a venue I was playing first offered up a hotel room to stay in after the show. Having read up on all the excesses of classic bands, I was excited. So, we took all the towels in the room, soaked them in water, jammed them in the fridge, and whacked it to its coldest so they all froze into a block of ice. We also glued the Bible to the table – dumb shit like that. The owners were so pissed, and luckily we got away before they could sue us!” Frozen towels? Well, that’s a surprisingly inventive pass ✔

Have you ever shed blood in the name of rock’n’roll? “Oh yeah, teeth, too, and there have been a couple of broken bones along the way. I have a fake front tooth and half of one, too, and I must have broken those 10 or 15 times on microphones and guitars. I busted my head on a monitor once and bled through a show, and I also fractured my ankle on the first night of a tour and spent the next two months dancing and wiggling away on it.” Have you ever thought about investing in a gumshield? Pass ✔

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen a bandmate do? “It used to ve strange seeing your bandmate taking a shit in public, but it’s funny how you get used to that. On Murderdolls’ first tour, Kerrang! Came out and were taunting us, saying we should be more crazy. The next thing you know, Joey [Jordison, Murderdolls guitarist] is taking a shit right there in the street. Later on, we were making tonnes of noise in the parking lot, and this old lady came out of her house and yelled at us, and I ended up throwing a bottle at the wall by her and she called the cops. Shitting in the street may actually have been the nicest thing to happen that night…” When public defecation is the nicest part, you know it’s bad. Pass ✔

Have you ever thrown a diva-esque tantrum? “There was one time on tour with Murderdolls when a local band who were opening one of the shows kept coming into our dressing room uninvited. It wasn’t just that they were coming in all the time, they were drinking our booze as well! After it happened the first time I was like, ‘Alright, okay, whatever.’ But then they came back and did it again, just coming into our dressing room and helping themselves to our booze. So I ended up losing it at them. I actually think it was kind of justified – you don’t touch my alcohol, man!” You yelled at the support band. But it was sort of reasonable. And divas aren’t reasonable. Fail ✘

Have you ever broken an instrument in anger? “Not actually in anger, but I’ve broken stuff in the spirit of rock’n’roll. At a London show, I had a guitar I’d been playing for four or five years, and in the last song I threw it as high as I could while it was still plugged in. When it finally hit the stage, it made one of the coolest sounds I’ve ever heard!” You intended to do it = more rock’n’roll = pass ✔

What’s been you craziest rider request? “In Germany, we sent this runner out to get us a (sic) McDonald’s. I wrote down everyone’s order, and at the bottom I added 25 vanilla ice cream cones. He gets to McDonald’s and calls our tour manager and says, ‘I can’t carry all the ice cream cones, I’m going to have to make two trips!’ I kinda laughed at that…” Ice cream is a rubbish rider request. However, you did make some poor lackey go and get it like a proper diva, so pass ✔

What’s the strangest place you’ve ever woken up? “In the woods, in Germany. We’d played Rock Am Ring the same day as Slipknot headlined, and it was the first time I’d seen Joey in years. Having played at 1pm, I got completely hammered, sprayed a fire extinguisher at Randy Blythe [Lamb Of God] and trashed Slipknot’s dressing room with a tree. It was in a pot in the corridor, and I thought it was artificial, so I picked it up, walked in, and called, ‘Hey Joey!’ I threw it at him, and I may as well have thrown a giant bucket of dirt in there. So, I fled before Slipknot killed me, and some hours later I woke up in the woods…” …and that was the last time Slipknot threw you a surprise party. Pass ✔

Wednesday scored 82% Wednesday’s always seemed like a pretty good rockstar to us. So we expected good things from his turn at The Test. But it was his imagination more than his antics that did him well here – frozen towels, glued Bibles and the cunning use of a tree. Even the ice cream request was amusing, although, next time, maybe ask for something a little bit more glamorous. Like, we dunno, peacocks. Or Kinder Surprise.

2013 Leaderboard ↑Perry Farrell, Jane’s Addiction - 98% Nikki Sixx, Mötley Crüe - 91% Mike Shinoda, Linkin Park - 81% ↓Winston McCall, Parkway Drive - 58%

#wednesday 13 #murderdolls #interview #*extremely deep sigh*#'i just worked out all my shit with joey. now i'm gonna throw a tree at him'

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supperrplexx · 4 months ago

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Maze Runner Fanfiction Recomendations

Here are some Maze runner (Mostly Newtmas) fic recs!!!

Sweet Tooth - dontbeeshy

Words: 14,805 Chapters: 4/?

The heart is blueberry cheesecake, perfectly scooped, and gracefully surrounded by a few petals of raspberry sorbet, all of it wrapped in another layer of petals - chocolate this time, that is already dripping down the cone.

If he had been more careful, maybe he would have noticed that Newt didn’t scoop the ice cream in proper balls, but instead in petals, that he carefully pieced together to create this, a rose-shaped ice cream, standing proudly on its cone like a real flower on its stem.

- in which Newt works at an ice cream parlour, and Thomas is the regular customer who falls for the cute boy behind the counter

I may enjoy faking it - newtmasdoesthedo

Words: 15,002 Chapters: 3/3

“Yeah, okay, so our friends have been betting on when we’re getting together. And we decided to trick them. Well, Thomas decided to trick them. We had Chuck place a bet, we’re gonna pretend to be in a relationship.”

The choked sound his sister made had him wincing. He was sort of glad, sort of disappointed that she agreed with him that this was a terrible idea. She went into a longer rant about him getting his heart broken and her having to come home and pick him up off the floor when their parents failed, and he laughed softly. “I know, okay? I know it’s a terrible idea, but I can’t say no to him. The thing is, I need to know what to wear tonight.”

Naya groaned on the line, and he totally got her. He was being an idiot and he knew it. “I’m sorry okay! I’m bloody sorry, but I need the bloody buggers to believe that I’m trying to impress him.”

Naya snorted again. “Which you’re clearly not.”

“Exactly.” Another groan. “Okay maybe a little.”

Strings - lokidiabolus

Words: 88,235 Chapters: 45/45

Thomas is a faithful, reliable guy. Maybe also too predictable, but his life always made sense, all lined up. That all changes when his friends think the best birthday gift is a meeting with a stranger for a one night stand. After that everything Thomas knew until now shatters to pieces.

Staying Up (series) - lokidiabolus

Words: 60,115 Chapters: 26/26

Newt is a professional. He always takes his work seriously, mainly because the fact he really enjoys reading and being, even a little, part of the creation. Apart from his deadly honesty occasionally clashing with people around him he also prefers staying alone. It all changes when a random stranger offers him a scarf on the street, and the domino effect threatens to take him along with the tumble.

The entire series is really good, and so is the author so be sure to check them out!!!

Stay With Me - scriobh

Words: 5,847 Chapters: 1/1

Prompt: Newt is splashed with a powerful love potion and for the next 24 hours, everyone is attracted to him.

Hold your hands in the holes of my sweater - scriobh

Words: 813 Chapters: 1/1

The clothes that the Gladers arrive in give them a vague sense of security, but Thomas is interested in being close to Newt more so than his past.

(Prompt from newt-astic: Write about Newt wearing Thomas' shirt)

Bind Your Love - newtntommy

Words: 982 Chapters: 1/1

My head canon is that all the gladers probably had their first crushes on Newt because humans generally are drawn to the people who show compassion and care for them and Newt kinda fits that being the glade mommy.

Reason - Animeshipper_22

Words: 7,167 Chapters: 1/1

"Are you going to see him anytime soon," he asked.

Newt shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe not. It's hard."

Or; This is Newts journey after the last city crumbles. He struggles to find himself and to except himself. But luckily he’s surrounded by plenty of people to help him figure it out.

Art Isn't Easy (But Nothing Is) - palindrome

Words: 4,176 Chapters: 1/1

Newt is the fantastic artist that sits next to him in class and Thomas only kind of resents him for it.

Ivy growing downwards - singtome

Words: 65,562 Chapters: 4/4

Flowershop au

“You can go if you want to,” Thomas says, squinting against the sun and leaning toward Newt. The light pales the colour of his eyes, reminding Newt of uncut jewels; sharp and striking and beautiful in their raw imperfection. His heart stutters, a dreadful pull of longing he hasn’t felt for a very long time.

(Or: No one ever tells you that when the world is ending, it happens in slow motion.)

Meet in the middle - Fairylights4672

Words: 56,555 Chapters: 40/40

Newt remembers it. He remembers the sleek metal of the knife easily sliding into his flesh. He remembers the sickly black views running up his arms, making him crazed and delirious. He remembers dying. Which only makes him confused when he wakes up, cured and healed. What's even more confusing is when he wakes up, only to see dead people staring back at him.

Thomas still feels the hilt in his hand. He feels the weight as Newt sank to the ground underneath him. He feels the last soft breath Newt let out. He remembers Newt dying. But he can't sit still. Not when danger is calling him. Thomas has never been able to resist the pull of danger.

Secrets - tattered_dreams

Words: 3,696 Chapters: 1/1

In which the kids of Maze University play Spin the Bottle at one of Minho's parties.

You are my dirty little secret- amatus_jj

Words: 3,879 Chapters: 1/1

“He probably thinks now that something is up,” the dark haired boy muttered unhappily. “He definitely will suspect something.”

“Oh please,” Newt chuckled, “it’s Minho we are talking about. He’ll forget everything the moment he sees Teresa.”

“But what if he’ll not?” Thomas asked stubbornly.

“So what? Nothing’s really gonna change, you know,” Newt exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“Yeah, you won’t be the one Minho will kill,” the other boy muttered, frowning. “No, we both know how he’s overprotective over you. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t brothers by blood, he still thinks about you as his younger brother. What do you think he would think when he found out that his best friend was-,” there was a little pause as Thomas tried to pick the right word, “- banging his little brother behind his back?”

Or: Thomas and Newt are in relationships no one knows about.

We live through scars now - lumoon33

Words: 26,621 Chapters: 1/1

Thomas was so focused on trying to keep on breathing without Newt, that he's never wondered why it was so difficult to breathe without him in the first place.

A smitten disease - freckleddragon

Words: 3,153 Chapters: 1/1

The walls were moving, he was sure of it. He was running, or stumbling, through the maze, seeing not only the walls but also the floors moving up and down, from side to side. What was happening?

In where Thomas is sick in more than one way.

Housemates - Sandersonsister

Words: 34,524 Chapters: 17/17

Thomas shouldn't have let Teresa talk him into moving into a house with a bunch of people he didn't know. Of course there's someone he's attracted to living here. Because that's the way his life works. He shouldn't have listened to Teresa.

Campfire choices - tattered_dreams

Words: 4,103 Chapters: 1/1

Just a little bit of casual intimacy while the boys struggle through the Scorch. Canon compliant.

On my wrist - miaghost

Words: 80,079 Chapters: 54/?

Your Soulmate's name appears on your wrist and you keep it secret while you search for them. Newt's had to move to America because of his dad's new position and he joins the School Band who are playing for the Drama Department's latest Show. Thomas is one of the actors, and immediately captivates both Newt's attention and affections. The two strike up a swift, intense friendship and Newt falls hard and fast. Too bad the name on his wrist isn't quite Thomas.

When you find me - scriobh

Words: 4,241 Chapters: 1/1

In which Newt and Thomas are oblivious and their friends are impatient.

#the maze runner #newtmas #thomas maze runner #newt maze runner #ao3 fanfic #fic rec #fanfiction

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starlitangels · 1 year ago

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Some James + His Spouse Headcanons

I sometimes feel like I’m the only married member of this fandom for now so I’m obviously the authority on this particular pairing lol /j /s

They’re in their thirties and have been married for at least 10 years

Got married young (like 23/24 range)

Short dating time (like two years max)

Short engagement (not even a year)

They knew each other since they were children and had always been best friends, so they didn’t feel the need to date and betroth for longer periods of time. They already knew what they wanted and they knew they wanted to spend their lives together

For the first few days after James leaves for a job, his spouse is frustrated and angry at him for leaving. This repeats a few days before he comes home. The rest of the time in between they just really miss him

Their wedding rings are complementary (same color pattern on both—platinum)

Assuming his spouse is the same “character” as they were in Imperium, they’ve known each other since they were children and his spouse is unempowered

But they’ve known each other so well, so long, and so intimately that his spouse can practically read his mind

He has so many little tells based on facial expressions and body language when he’s at home that he doesn’t have while at work. It’s not hard for his spouse to know what he’s thinking

Trust me. I’ve only been married for a couple years and it can be very easy to read my husband’s mind

The two have a long-standing agreement that James can just be in his spouse’s mind whenever he wants unless asked not to be until they invite him back in

He still asks for permission every time

James really wants to spoil his spouse with nice date nights whenever he’s home and his spouse literally cannot be bothered with the idea

James will be like “let’s go to [insert fancy-dancy restaurant that’s like $100+ a plate here]”

And his spouse immediately replies “or we could make dinner here and walk to the snow cone shack in the grocery store parking lot two blocks away for dessert instead”

It’s not that they don’t want to spend the money though that’s definitely part of it

They just wanna spend time with him while he’s there because he’s gone so much

His spouse is definitely a Quality Time kind of person and James is too but he’s also a gift-giver

James is left-handed and prefers the right side of the bed so he can hold his partner’s hand with his dominant one while he sleeps

When James is away, his spouse wears their wedding ring to bed. When he’s home neither of them do trust me wedding rings can get in the way and get uncomfortable during cuddling it just be like that sometime

When James isn’t out on a job he’s the one that makes dinner. Cooking is therapeutic for him

One time when he was out on a job and was gonna be gone over his birthday, his spouse surprised him when he came home by making and setting up a display case for his favorite baseball cards

James is a fast runner. His spouse is faster

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #Redacted James

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