#second Shawn imagine

[noahtally-famous]

can't believe this hasn't been said before but unhinged!scarlett and unhinged!dave would be an iconic duo. shame pi didn't get a second season bc these two in an alliance would basically succeed in destroying the island, they'd wipe everyone out

the fact that they're both versions of the nerd character so they're already smart in their own ways, the fact that they have absolutely zero fucks to give anymore, their individual darker sides have come out (whether it was hidden consciously (scarlett) or unconsciously (dave)), and they've each attempted to kill/seriously injure one or more contestant(s) (and mess up the island in the process) just to reach their end goal. imagine if these two found a common goal somehow, literally nothing could get in their paths (except possibly each other)

[sanarsi]

Goddess

husband!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader

Summary: Just you and your husband who love each other very much. Warnings: +18, MDNI, soft!dom!Oberyn, unprotected PIV, literally it’s just smut with lots of love (he’s simp) Wordcount: 1,6k An: I don't know, Oberyn is like a ray of sunshine to me. It's a very sweet smut. Lots of his love exactly how I imagine him. Music I worked with: Señorita - Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

Masterlist

Since you became Mrs. Martell, life had been nothing but kind to you.

Every day was better than the last.

Every day was perfect.

Your husband made sure of that.

Your every wish was fulfilled faster than you could have hoped. Any whim of yours? You didn't have to tell twice. He had already thought about it the previous day. Sometimes you had the feeling that he wasn't real. That in reality you'd wake up in the morning feeling an emptiness in your heart, that it was all a dream.

Yet it was his lips that woke you up every morning.

It was his hands that caressed your skin.

It was his voice that you heard as you began each day.

It was always him.

Oberyn surrounded you with the love he promised you when he put the ring on your finger. He took care of you as he promised when he made his vows. He was faithful to you because he didn't see the world beyond you.

For him, only you existed. Your smile. Your voice. Your laugh.

He believed that you were sent to him by the gods themselves.

That's why you were woken up every day by his whisper.

"Good morning, my queen."

"You glow more than I remember."

“Your skin is softer than yesterday.”

"Your eyes sparkle at the sight of me. Perhaps my queen loves me more than yesterday, hm?"

It was his love that made you the best version of yourself. Smile never left your face for even a second. Happiness filled your body with every little action you made. Every morning he brought you fresh oranges from the garden. Every evening he held you in his arms as you watched the sunset.

Today was no exception. You were pouring two cups of herbs when strong arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled tenderly as his body pressed against yours. Warm lips began to place wet kisses on your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, tilting your head back. His nose ran down your neck, inhaling your scent until he moaned softly against your ear.

"You smell like a flower that only blooms in my garden," he murmured into your ear and placed a gentle kiss on it. He fixed his gaze on your delicate facial features and couldn't resist pulling you in by your chin. Your lips collided in a gentle kiss. His every movement was filled with love. Adoration. True worship.

He gently forced you to turn to face him and his arms immediately pulled you closer. Your hands on his cheeks elicited a groan of pleasure from him. Your lips were soft and sweet like the peaches you ate every day. He loved kissing your lips. He loved feeling your tongue respond shyly to his.

Only with you was he like this. Only you saw his tender and caring side. He was only yours. That's why he tried to be perfect for you.

Just the way you wanted and needed him.

His hands gripped your skin tighter as he held your hips tightly against his. You gasped into his mouth as he worshipped your body with his hands.

Oh he loved touching you.

Every inch of you was perfect to him. Every little imperfection you saw in yourself only made him love you more. Because in his eyes you were flawless.

"I need you closer" he whispered against your lips, tightening his fingers on the material of your dress. "Give yourself to me."

You moaned in response, feeling his hands on your thighs. In one movement, he pulled you up, encircling your hips in a tight embrace. You hugged him tightly, pressing your lips harder against his. The quiet chirping of birds faded into the background as Oberyn slowly made his way to the bedroom.

You gasped as he gently laid you down on the soft sheets. His lips trailed down to your neck, caressing every spot that made your knees go weak. He knew your body by heart. With his eyes closed, he could find every scar, every mole.

His hands slowly began to slide down your body. Oh how he loved the dresses you wore. Only you could look like a queen in rags that barely covered anything. The flowing petticoats hugged every curve of your figure perfectly. And they were even easier to take off. His hands crept under the material to squeeze your tits. Perfect for his hands. You sighed, throwing your head back, giving in to his caresses.

"The gods are crying because they gave you to me," he gasped in your ear, throwing off his shirt. Your hands were immediately on his chest, running over his heated skin. He moaned at your greedy touch. He loved feeling that you desired him.

He couldn't feel more proud than that his wife wanted him.

He bit your neck gently as you unbuttoned his pants. His hands slowly slid down your thighs, revealing more and more. Your dress slid down your hips, revealing your pussy. His fingers dug into your skin right at the junction of your thighs. You moaned and he immediately pressed his lips to yours. He began to drink in your moans as his fingers ran over your wet slit.

"She's waiting for me," he whispered into your mouth, looking with adoration at the pleasure written on your face. He loved watching you when he was giving you pleasure.

He loved watching you when you were giving yourself pleasure.

He generally loved watching you.

"Baby..." you gasped hungrily as his fingers slowly spread the moisture all over your slit. His attention focused on your clit longer each time. He slowly circled it a few times before sliding down to sink his fingers into you. And so on and so forth. Until you cried out in the way he loved. Out of need for him to enter you. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face at the desire in your eyes.

“My beautiful wife… So needy for my cock,” he purred tenderly and pressed a few kisses to your face.

“Oberyn, please…” you whispered, running your hands over his neck and shoulders. You were hungry and he fucking loved it.

He guided his cock to your entrance and ran the tip along the length of your slit a few times. You moaned, digging your fingers into the back of his neck. He watched you as he slowly pushed his cock into you. He gasped as he pushed all the way in.

He loved the way you took him in. You always squeezed against him in greeting. Always polite and gentle. And his cock always responded to her greeting.

Even they loved each other the same as you two.

His hips started working immediately. At the perfect pace. So that you wouldn't stop feeling him for even a moment. And it couldn't be any other way. Because you only felt him. Everywhere. His cock teased your sweet spot, his fingers tightened on your thigh and his mouth attacked yours again. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, but even that wasn't enough. Not just for you.

Oberyn owned you in every way known to man.

You had his last name, you woke up in his arms every day, he made love to you every day.

You were his.

All of you.

But it just wasn't enough.

He wanted to own you in a way known only to the gods. He wanted to possess you. He wanted to have your soul. He was crazy about you. As crazy as you were about him.

His body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you. You panted heavily between each kiss as his hips made perfect movements. The kind that drove you crazy. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding you rigidly to his mouth. He crushed you with his love. You couldn't and wouldn't break free.

"Nothing will take you away from me" he panted feeling his cock hit the very end of your wonderful pussy. “I will burn the whole world if anyone tries.”

You moaned louder, arching under him. You tightened your fingers in his hair, starting to move your hips with him. Closer. Deeper.

“Oberyn…” you moaned through bliss.

“Yes my goddess, worship my name” he growled, speeding up the movements of his hips. His thrusts were always precise. His every move was never accidental. That’s why his cock brushed against your sweet spot every time, forcing a cry from your chest. You locked eyes, panting heavily.

"Will you come for me, my dear?" he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. You immediately nodded.

"Yes," you almost squealed. He smiled, connecting your lips again. His tongue found yours, and his quiet moans sent shivers down your spine. You pulled him closer by the neck, moaning louder and louder into his mouth until you could no longer return his kisses. He rested his forehead against yours, entering you without a moment's respite.

And your orgasm attacked you with an intensity that only existed because of him.

You gasped for air as you experienced each wave of fulfillment that coursed through your body. And Oberyn reveled in how wonderful you felt on his cock. He groaned at the intensity of your coming, and only a few strokes passed before he came deep inside you. He growled thrusting into you a few more times before he froze panting from exhaustion.

Your hands gently stroked his hair and neck making him purr. He looked at you and immediately stole a kiss from your sweet lips that smiled at him blissfully.

[daintylovers]

imagine moving to beacon hills around season one. right around the same time, allison moves in. it's nice not being the only new girl, so you two quickly become friends.

imagine meeting lydia for the first time. it happens in your fourth class of the day, you two are assigned to be partners for the semester. albeit, at first she isn't thrilled, but once she gives you a chance, everything changes. she's found someone like-minded for once in this small town. someone as intelligent, yet fashionable as her. she thinks for a quick second, if she liked girls, she would love you.

imagine seeing stiles for the first time. seeing- not meeting, because the boy can only gawk at you from across the hall. it's definitely weird and a little unsettling at first, but it's nice to be admired? right?

imagine finally talking to the poor boy for the first time. it had to be you who spoke first, his brain going a mile a minute. it happens a few days later, when lab partners are assigned. stiles almost faints when he hears your names paired together. scott has to be the one to push him out of his seat. it feels kind of how you imagine bella felt when edward and her first meet, awkward and stiff. does he not like you? maybe that's why he was always staring, it wasn't in fantasy, but with disgust. not being one to dwell on whether someone likes you or not, you push through, introducing yourself with a raised out hand. stiles is quick to latch on, spewing out his full government name. then once he catches the confusion on your face, he tells you that you could call him stiles.

imagine going to lydias house party, that very night. running into all your newfound friends, dancing and drinking a little. then seeing your shy new lab partner chasing after his drunk friend. but also allison chasing after the drunk friend. whats his name again? shawn? smith? stiles? no- wait stiles is yours. scott! its scott. but by the time you have that revelation, the three are already outside. so you watch as allison gets into some random car and stiles stands are dumbfounded. scott has seemingly disappeared, and there's an unease building in your chest. who was that guy with allison? stiles, sensing someone behind him, turns around to face the one person he doesn't want to see at the moment. not because he doesn't like you, but because he is pretty sure his best friend is a freaking werewolf.

imagine asking him if he knew who allison got in the car with, and getting an unsavory response. great, your new friend might get murdered and tossed into the woods tonight. the alcohol is catching up to you rather quickly, and the worry is only increasing. stiles starts to make a move to his car, eager to see if scott went back home when you wrap a hand around his upper arm. it's not harsh or anything, so he doesn't flinch, but he is confused. you ask him if he will give you a ride to allisons, because you guys live close together and you want to make sure she gets home safe. stiles immediately says yes, but tells you he has to make a quick stop at scotts. something about possible alcohol poisoning or something, which makes your head spin. oh fuck, what if you have that?

imagine being told to wait in the car as stiles goes into scotts house. the boy is very persistent as you try to help him out. he offers to get you fries from the local drive-through if you just please stay in the car. that gets you to comply, so you're left staring out the window. it doesn't take long for stiles to come running out of the house and speeding down the street. you don't even have to ask because he tells you that allison went home with this guy derek who is very very evil. you never get those fries. but the good news is that allison is alive!

imagine stiles walking you to your door because you and allison really do live right next to each other. you guys don't say much, the adrenaline rush already crashing. you guys are about to part ways when you stop him and ask for his number. he seems like a nice guy and you joke about how you'll harass him until he gets you those fries. his heart does cartwheels as you exchange digits, and makes a mental note to kill scott. in a perfect world, you two would have managed to spend the whole night together, but scotts newfound supernatural abilities are already infiltrating stiles life.

imagine waking up the next morning with a pounding headache and a text from stiles telling you to get dressed cause he is coming over in fifteen minutes. it has you smiling like a child and it feels so goddamn good. maybe this kid will be cooler than you imagined. he pulls into your driveway and you open the door to see him with iced vanilla lattes and Mcdonald's french fries. this guy might just be an angel. you let him in and for the rest of the morning, you guys eat and talk about nothing while lounging around your room.

[movietonight]

Shawn not knowing shit about Star Trek in one episode and then making a bunch of references in another is realistically just a continuity thing but it's way funnier to imagine that either A) He pretended to not know Star Trek because he's Too Cool B) He binge watched TOS between the first and second season

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (Social Media Blurb)

It all started with posts you added to your instagram story. Your fans immediately began flooding your dms with questions about why you’re in Toronto.

You of course have friends that live in the city but since speculation has begun about you and a certain NHL player, it’s hard to believe you’re there just visiting friends.

Some news outlets started reporting that you were in Toronto with Shawn, “rekindling” your relationship. They used the fact that you went to his show months before and pictures taken of the two of you at the Drew House party.

You post two more pictures to your insta story during the leafs game which had everyone going crazy.

Fan#1: (y/n) really said let me make it clear who my man is

Fan#2: No fr, the Matthews jersey in the second pic she posted like girl….you aren’t being subtle

Fan#3: (y/n) as a wag is what 2024 needed

-> Fan#4: Can you imagine being a wag for the leafs and now (y/f/n) (y/l/n) is also one and you get to hang out with her!

->Fan#5: She would be the ultimate wag!

Fan#6: Steph Marner posted a picture of the game to her insta story and she tagged (y/n)

->Fan#7: STOP! Mitch and Auston are best friends and now we’ll get (y/n) and Steph as best friends!

Fan#8: apparently some fans went up to her during the game and she was super sweet and took pictures

->Hater#1: people were saying she wasn’t wearing his jersey like that’s so unsupportive

->Fan#9: She doesn’t need to wear his jersey to be supportive like gtfo 😤

@yourusername: Lover girl 💙🤍

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Fan#1: I know ya’ll also saw Auston’s post 👀

->Fan#2: They aren’t even trying to hide it

->Fan#3: fr the matching captions, the hearts being the leafs colors…might as well just tell us

Fan#4: I’m so happy that she’s happy!

Fan#5: I know that tattooed arm!!

Mitchmarner: Just move here already

->yourusername: Can I stay at your place?

->Mitchmarner: yeah you can sleep between Steph and I

->stephmarner: she’s actually taking your spot in our bed 🤷‍♀️

-> yourusername: say less…bags are packed

Fan#6: NOOO!!! It should be you and Harry!! If you ever loved him you would get back together

->Fan#7: Can people move on and accept reality like it’s so weird

->Fan#8: I loved her and Harry, but obviously it wasn’t meant to be and we can’t bash her for moving on with her life

Yourbff#1: It’s giving soft launch

Youbff#2: It’s giving my man my man my man

->yourusername: You two will always be my #1’s no matter what 💖

@AustonMatthews: Lover boy 😮‍💨

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Fan#1: Alexa play that should be me

->Fan#2: Idk who I want to be more Auston or (y/n)

->Fan#3: No bc you are so real for that

Fan#4: It has to be (y/n), she’s worn those sweats before during tour rehearsals

Fan#6: oh he’s down bad for her

->Morganrielly: horrendously bad

Mitchmarner: World’s biggest simp

->Fan#7: the confirmation we’re getting from all their friends in the comments is crazy 🤯

->Fan#8: no literally there was probably a pr meeting they were supposed to attend and obviously no one showed up 💀😭

Hater#1: this is gonna be terrible for his game, she’s just gonna be a distraction

->Fan#9: she literally has a whole life and career outside of him. Like she doesn’t even have the time to be a distraction

->Fan#10: she’s the best distraction to have

->Fan#11: tell me your a hater and desperate without telling me your a hater

Fan#12: Kinda random, but I love that their styles compliment each other

->Fan#13: I was thinking the same thing! I love the lowkey matching

Fan#14: I love that (y/n) was trying to be subtle and Auston was like “no I’m showing off my girl”

Fan#15: hand her back to @harrystyles

Multi-Grammy winning pop star, (y/f/n) (y/l/n) and NHL superstar, Auston Matthews have fans speculating (and fangirling) about a possible romance between the two. While we haven’t seen a picture of the two together, back and forth posts across social media platforms have fans suspecting there might be something more than friendship there.

It’s believed the two met through mutual friend, Justin Bieber. And while we don’t know exactly when it’s clear they started becoming closer at the beginning of this year, starting with the NHL all star games. (Y/n) attended the weekend in Toronto with friends to support Bieber who was a celebrity captain alongside Matthews.

The 7 Rings singer who has been on her world tour since the summer took a break before going overseas and seems to have spent a majority of that break in Toronto.

(Y/n) posted on her instagram story at a Toronto Maple Leafs game this past weekend as they took on the Edmonton Oilers at Scotiabank arena. One post in particular caught fans eyes. At first glance it’s simple enough, a glass of wine at the game, but fans focused on the fact that also featured in the picture was a fan in front of her with a Matthews jersey on, possible a tribute to her new relationship.

When asked about (y/l/n)’s attendance following his 2 point game, Mathew’s gave up very little info. “Yeah she decided to come to a game, but so did a few thousand other people.” Auston continued, “She’s an extremely popular celebrity who is insanely talented so I’m not surprised she received a lot of attention.”

He shut down further conversation about the pair’s relationship status by saying, “I’m not going to talk about my personal life. I know what you want me to say, but it’s not my place to speak for or about her without her permission.” When asked by another reporter if (y/l/n) reached out to him about his goals or the teams win he responded, “And that’s gonna wrap it up here” ending the press conference altogether.

Later in the week the two posted to Instagram within hours of each other and fans pointed out that many of the pictures are similar. (Y/n)’s post included a boat ride featuring the Toronto skyline. Auston was a little bit more bold as his post also included a boat ride with the Toronto skyline and kissing girl but her face can’t be seen. They also had similar captions with (y/n)’s being “lover girl” and Auston’s being “lover boy”.

While they are giving away very little, we along with the rest of the world are excited about this possibly new couple.

[sinful-lanterns]

calling shawn daddy is so omg…like imagine her finger fucking you so good while whispering sweet nothings in that sexy voice of hers, only to immediately halt her actions the second the word “daddy” slips out…

Shawn has a daddy kink for sure. She reeks of typical discord mod tbh, but you can’t help but tease her as you whisper a small “daddy~” into her ear while she has you sitting at her desk with your legs spread so pretty 🥺

Her breath falters and you see her teeth grit as her brain registers what you just said. What you just called her. It makes her legs tremble and her fingers start twitching inside you, wanting to hear you gasp that title again while you writhe under her like the good “kitten” you are.

“Ohhh, what’d you just call me?” Shawn hums, smirking as she fingers you faster, plunging in knuckles deep and making you cling onto her while she rubs that little bundle of nerves with the tip of her thumb, “How sweet of you, kitten. Daddy’s so proud of her sweet girl. Why don’t you call her that again?”

Yeah, Shawn can be quite cringey with her dirty talk but it’s whatever. It’s Shawn <3

[obsidiancreates]

I do think it's funny that they thought they had to concoct Fake Reasons for Shawn to be put into a mental institution. First of all the Psychic thing alone would work, BUT aside from that there's

the complete and total disregard for personal safety that they can claim is passive suicidal tendencies (cough cough)

the obsessive lying that even people who don't know he's not psychic can see he engages in with enthusiasm

the Double Whammy Combo Daddy And Mommy Issues

the inability to comprehend what Boundaries are for both others and himself (seriously, is it possible to overstep with Shawn beyond literally actually being 1 second away from killing someone he loves? Clearly trying to kill him is not a disqualifier from friendship for him)

the inability to stop severely masking everything unpleasant/engage with his own strong emotions without something Severe forcing him to

The Manipulation and Puppermastering (how funny would it have been for Lassie to hear Shawn's "cover story" is that he's a genius manipulator and scoff about it because "Spencer just gets lucky," and then watch through the cameras and such as Shawn wraps the whole damn staff and patients around his finger but Lassie STILL CAN'T PROVE SHAWN DOES THAT TO FAKE HIS PSYCHICNESS BECAUSE IT MEANS ADMITTING HE'S A GENIUS)

The eidetic memory- imagine they put him in and don't tell him at first that there's cameras and such watching him and the staff hit Shawn with a "So we hear you can't forget anything and have witnessed multiple murders and are suffering from some PTSD because of it such as repression, dissociative episodes, disreguard for personal wellbeing..." and Lassie and Jules slowly realize watching "Oh shit wait... that's Real actually."

Anyway. We all know His Brain Is Fucked so I don't have to keep going on but I gotta say, I think a lot about how interesting it would've been for Shawn to be fighting to solve the case while avoiding being Actually Therapized For His Actual Issues as much as possible and Gus is kinda like "Shawn, maybe try to embrace this a little, they're not wrong."

"Gus, one of these people is working with a murderer to drug a witness!"

"But they're right about you hiding a lot of pain behind jokes-"

"Oh my god, I can't do this with you right now."

[woodenplank-gt]

Witness To A Crime

Our two favorite idiots are starting to develop more brain cells when it comes to interacting with a borrower! Or at least one of them is…

First: A Not So Average Night

Previous: Definitely Not A Mouse

Next: Revelations

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For Tucker, the question of what to do with him hung in the air for an eternity. His panic rising every second the pale human stared at his belongings. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the pink eraser coming back to poke him in the side again. Tucker quickly backed up with his hands outstretched in front of him, fully expecting to be jabbed no matter what. Instead, the pencil stopped a few inches from him before dropping to the desk. Tucker cast a nervous glance up at Gus and his brows furrowed. The human's eyes almost seemed.... guilty. But that can't be right. Humans don't feel guilt for those deemed inferior.

Finally, Shawn looked up from Tucker's satchel. His eyes were torn away from Gus as he watched the human's huge, clumsy fingers place his bag on the opposite side of the desk. He desperately wanted to run over there and make sure nothing was destroyed, but the four large eyes fixated on him kept his feet glued to the ground.

Tucker didn't know what to do. The humans stared at him like he's some sort of anomaly. His fingers itched for the comforting weight of his nail and the leather that made up his satchel, but with all his possessions stolen away from him, he just stared at his boots instead.

"Let's talk about that somewhere else." Shawn said ominously.

Tucker's heart dropped all the way to the floor. What do they mean 'talk somewhere else'? What don't they want him to hear? It's not like he can do anything to stop what they're planning. His breathing quickened as he watched Shawn start rummaging through the nearby kitchen cabinets, hiding whatever he grabbed behind his back.

They're going to kill him.

His vision quickly blurred with tears as he watched Shawn's massive form approach with an object that will surely crush the borrower to a bloody pulp. The ground shook with every step as death came closer and closer. Tucker wanted to call out to the giant and beg him to spare his small life. However, his voice got caught in his throat as the shadow of the human's arm enveloped him.

He squeezed his eyes shut and braced his body for the pain. Something fell over him with a loud clang that echoed all around him. Tucker slowly opened his eyes and warily glanced at his new surroundings, frowning as he found himself inside of a large glass cup. He slowly crept forward and placed his hands on the cool glass, slightly pushing against it to test if it was light enough to budge. Of course, it wasn't.

Gus muttered something that was too quiet and distorted to make out in his new prison. Tucker watched as both humans rose to their towering heights and left him alone in the room. He could just barely hear their booming voices in the room beyond, but there was no doubt they were discussing if they should keep him or kill him.

Tucker wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, his gaze hardening. He had to get out of there before the humans were done discussing his fate. He backed to the opposite side of the glass, took a deep breath, and sprinted full force into the wall. He rammed his shoulder into the glass with all his strength and tumbled onto his back from the force. The cup didn't moved at all.

Full of determination, Tucker rammed into the glass again and again and again. Sweat beaded his forehead and his now bruised shoulder throbbed in pain, but the terror of his unknown fate pushed him on. Blinded by his goal, Tucker failed to notice when the humans returned.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Gus rushed towards the cup as he watched the little guy sprint into the glass. He knew the little fella wasn't afraid to fight back after what he did to Shawn's finger, but Gus would have never imagined he would hurt himself like this.

The desk underneath shook violently and it was only then Tucker realized the humans were back. He stumbled onto his rear and scrambled backwards in terror as a giant hand reached towards his prison. His back hit the glass yet he still desperately tried to push himself further away from their towering forms. Air wasn't reaching his lungs and his heart hammered against his chest as the enormous fingers curled around the glass.

In a panic, he dove towards the middle of his prison as the fingers tightened around the glass. Cool air washed over him when the cup was lifted into the sky, but it was hardly refreshing as he fearfully waited for whatever cruel punishment the humans came up with. He remained fearfully curled up in a pathetic ball on the desk.

They decided to kill me, Tucker realized. Why else would they let me go.

A near inaudible whimper escaped his trembling lips when the humans lowered themselves to the floor, putting their menacing gazes closer to his cowering form. Without a weapon or his hook, he was trapped and at the human's complete mercy, one of which he stabbed. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as the severity of the situation sunk in. He's dead. He's dead. He's so dead.

The bigger human cleared his throat gaining Tucker's attention. With brown eyes full of sympathy, he addressed Tucker. "Can you talk or understand what I'm saying?" His voice was gentle and smooth, but there was still a hint of concern.

Shivers went down Tucker's spine. The giants were asking their questions now. They are going to try and figure out what he is so they can find more borrowers. Tucker will be responsible for the extinction of his people, or even worse, the domestication of borrowers. As terrified as he was, Tucker knew he had to follow the two remaining rules to keep his people safe: Don't talk and don't tell them what you are. Tucker slowly sat up, and although his body felt like jelly, he met the human's eyes. He will not cooperate no matter how much they scare him.

After getting no indication the little guy understood a lick of English, Gus gave Shawn a questioning glance only to be given a shrug in return. It looked like it was all on him to figure out how to communicate with the little man.

He made sure the tiny eyes were on him before gesturing to himself, "I'm Gus," he spoke extremely slowly with a tone used for toddlers. Gus rested a hand on the paler human's shoulder next to him, "Shawn," he introduced simply.

Shawn awkwardly waved his hand causing Tucker to flinch back. The giant hand immediately shot down and out of sight along with a quiet apology from the human. The borrower curled his legs up to his chest and took a few deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart.

Upon noticing the tiny guy's jumpy reaction, Gus decided to stop gesturing with his hands and simply placed them on his lap. Instead, he nodded his head towards his friend again and repeated their names. They waited for the little guy to catch on and parrot their names back to them, or say his own name, but he just sat there silently watching.

"Of course he doesn't know English, nothing is that easy." Shawn grumbled under his breath.

Gus jabbed him in the side with an elbow, "Knock it off. You probably scared him too much." He accused with a glare.

"Me? You scared him just as much." Shawn retorted, clearly annoyed for being thrown under the bus.

Gus crossed his arms, "You brought him here to begin with."

"Yeah, 'cause he witnessed a murder." Shawn countered.

"That doesn't mean you can just kidnap people, Shawn."

While the giants bickered, Tucker slowly rose to his feet and began creeping back. Humans always get angry and destructive when they fight, and he wanted to be far away when that started. Thankfully they seemed to forget he was even there, until something loudly crunched under his boot. Grimacing, he slowly lifted his foot to see a chip crumb crushed into even smaller pieces. Tucker wanted to smack himself in the face. He completely forgot about the bag of chips being dumped out earlier after all the excitement.

The four giant eyes snapped back to him. Tucker braced himself and waited to be crushed in a fist or smacked off the table as punishment for trying to leave. But it never came. Cautiously, he peeked his eyes open to see the humans just sitting there watching him. They looked upset.... But they seemed to be upset for him. That doesn't make any sense.

Tucker gingerly stepped away from the crumb that got him caught. He kept his eyes trained on the humans as he slowly moved a few inches to the side, testing the waters with each step. All they did was loom over him as they silently watched him inch towards a pen holder. With a beat of hesitation, Tucker stepped behind it and crouched out of site from human eyes.

"Alright.... I don't think he wants to try talking to us." Gus stated with a frown. He could see the little guy's boot poking out the side, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. If he wants to hide then he will let him hide. Both men sat back against the green wall of their office, just tall enough to see the desk's surface while sitting.

Shawn drummed his fingers on his knee, quickly growing agitated from the lack of progress. He stayed silent for about five seconds before he opened his mouth. "Do you think he's a wingless fairy or a leprechaun?"

Gus thought it over for a moment. "He's definitely a wingless fairy," he decided.

"You sure? I feel like fairies are far more peaceful and mystical than this little guy."

"Im positive. There's no pot of gold or Lucky Charms here, and he isn't ginger."

Shawn looked at Gus with wide eyes, "Wow dude. Stereotyping? Seriously?" He shook his head in mock shame, "leprechauns don't have to like gold or Lucky Charms. It's the twentieth century!" He defended the very unreal creatures.

"Well not all fairies have to be pacifists." Gus countered.

Shawn glanced to the side. "Fine, we'll just have to ask him what he is. Loser has to pay for lunch"

"Deal." Gus agreed with no hesitation.

The room turned back to silence as they debated on what to do now. It wasn't like there was a guidebook on how to interact with a terrified, tiny person that may or may not understand English. So both men just awkwardly sat on the wooden floor waiting for something to happen.

That's when Shawn finally noticed the little brown boot sticking out from the hiding spot. He smiled in amusement, "His boot is sticking out!"

Right when the words left his mouth, the boot disappeared behind the pencil holder. His eyes widened and Gus let out a small gasp. They turned towards each other, then right back to the desk.

Shawn was already back on his knees right in front of the desk before Gus could stop him. "You can understand us!" Despite the early morning hour, he was bubbling with excitement. He eagerly waited for the little guy to come out talk to them now that they knew.

Tucker couldn't stop his body from shaking. That was such a brainless move! Once he heard they can still see him, he instinctively pulled his foot in. Who wouldn't in this situation? But he immediately realized his mistake when the humans gasped.

He curled further into himself, making his already tiny frame even smaller. Tucker couldn't catch his breath and his eyesight was growing splotchy. What are they going to do to him now? Are they mad? Will they torture answers out of him, or will they study him?

Tucker flinched closer to the silver tin behind him as Shawn's loud voice broke the brief silence. He was so so dead. He hugged his black poncho closer to his body in the hopes for even a small sense of comfort, but tears still threatened to fall down his dark cheeks. How did a simple borrowing trip turn into such a nightmare?

In front of the desk, Gus grabbed Shawn's shoulder and forced him back down onto his rear. "Quit it! He's scared enough as it is without your big head getting in his space." He scolded.

"But-"

"Shawn." Gus warned, cutting him off before he came up with an excuse.

He threw his arms up before crossing them and leaning back against the wall, pouting like a child. When Gus was sure Shawn wouldn't try anything else, at least for a little bit, he turned his attention back to the desk.

"I'm sorry about him," his voice was now calm and collected. He made sure to speak quietly as to not scare the little guy even more. "Listen, we don't want to hurt you or imprison you. We just need to know what happened to Kirstin back at the house." Gus paused in the hopes he would hear a tiny voice, but there was no noise besides the air conditioner whirring to combat the hot Santa Barbara air.

Gus hesitated briefly before he continued, "The sooner you tell us, the sooner you can go back home." He promised gently, even if that wasn't entirely true.

Tucker shifted uncomfortably as he listened to Gus' words. This human definitely seemed nicer than the other one, but he still made no move to come out. The psychic already figured out the truth back at the house, why would they need Tucker's recollection of the killing? Especially if Shawn can read his mind with his scary power. No, this was definitely a trap to get him talking.

"Can you at least tell us your name?" Gus probed.

No I won't, Tucker internally refused. He fidgeted with the long sleeve of his dark gray shirt, absentmindedly sticking his finger through the growing hole near the wrist. He briefly wondered if he would ever have an opportunity to repair it.

Shawn clicked his tongue when they still received no answer from behind the tin pencil holder. Gus' usual smooth-talking was clearly not gonna work in this case. But there's a way to get even the most stubborn person to talk, you just need to push the right button.

He glanced over to the bag of chips where they found the little guy in the first place. It was definitely one of the last places you would hide in if you were trying to avoid being found by humans. The little guy was probably already in the bag before any humans showed up, and he didn't have time to move to a better spot before Shawn found him.

Shawn's mind flashed back to the little fella's appearance, mostly how skinny he seemed compared to his height. It was clear he didn't have access to much food, and he was most likely trying to take some chips right before Kirstin was murdered.

He frowned. The little guy was starving and they're keeping him from eating any food. Maybe he'll gain his trust if he showed him they only want to help. Without a word, Shawn slowly shuffled on his knees closer to the desk.

"Do you want something to eat?" He asked, copying the way his friend lowered his voice when talking. Although, it was mostly aimed at Gus so he would know what he was doing before he got dragged back again. Gus warily watched as Shawn plucked up a large chip and carefully placed it by the pencil holder. He immediately pulled his hand back and eagerly watched for any movement with bated breath.

As a shadow moved over his hiding place, Tucker scrambled as far away as he can. He squeezed his eyes shut and his body tensed for large fingers to close around him and drag him out of hiding. Instead, he heard something softly land on the desk. Peeking his brown eyes open, Tucker noticed a chip as big as his torso sitting innocently a few inches from the pencil holder.

He frowned critically. The humans were clearly trying to lure him out of hiding. Do they seriously think he's some brainless pet who will trust them after receiving one scrap of food? Still, Tucker's empty stomach growled at the mere sight of food and his mouth began to water.

He hasn't eaten anything since the previous morning and it was really starting to get to him. It was tempting to just run out, snatch the chip, and go back into hiding. They know of his existence after all. But the thought of stepping in sight of the humans, even for a moment, made him feel sick.

Tucker turned away from the chip before he made any rash decisions. He can last a bit longer without food and water. Unfortunately his stomach disagreed and loudly complained about his choice, making his cheeks burn pink in embarrassment.

"I know you're hungry. At least grab a bite before Gus eats it all." Shawn joked hoping to lighten up the mood.

This, instead, sent terror shooting through Tucker. The psychic can really read my mind... he thought to himself.

He swallowed nervously. He needs food. Badly. If they really wanted to hurt him, they would have done so long ago. Tucker wouldn't be able to do anything to stop them. He got up to his feet in a crouch with his eyes locked onto the chip. He wouldn't have to speak to them and break any rules, he's just gonna grab some food. Everything will be fine.

With that in mind, Tucker slowly stepped towards the edge of his hiding spot. He gingerly reached a hand out to see if he could just reach it and drag it back, but it was placed just far enough where he had to walk out. Cursing under his breath, Tucker stepped out.

He tried to ignore the humans' gasps and the sound of fabric shifting from their clothes. Tucker kept his eyes trained on the chip as he picked it up and held it to his chest. Tucker took a few steps back towards his hiding spot, but when neither human made a move to grab him, he stopped.

It took everything in the two friends to not jump around and dance when the little guy didn't go back into hiding. Instead, they smiled and fist-bumped in a subtle celebration. Progress was slowly but surely being made. As long as they stayed on their best behavior....

Even though he was nearly shaking with excitement, Gus still managed to keep up his calm demeanor. "Would you like any water with that?" He asked, his professional mannerisms kicking in.

The little guy shook his head side to side while keeping his eyes on his boots. He tentatively took a small nibble out of the chip.

Gus nodded, "Just let me know if you need anything." He paused for a moment before adding, "I'm glad you decided to come out of hiding. I know it must've been hard." He tried to sound as sincere as possible.

Tucker finally pried his eyes off the floor and glanced up at the humans. His heart jolted when he made eye contact and he nearly beelined straight back towards his hiding place. Until he noticed the sincerity in Gus' eyes. No matter how hard humans try, they can't fake their emotions towards borrowers. Their faces are so big they're like billboards advertising how they feel. Borrowers are able to see every twitch of a lip and flick of an eye to know one's true intentions. And Gus was truly being sincere.

He paused for a moment before nodding his head in response to the human, although 'hard' seemed like a major understatement.

Gus frowned slightly at that. "Well," he began, "Like I said before; once you tell us what happened to Kirstin you can go home."

Tucker almost let himself become hopeful when he noticed the human brown eyes quickly flick to the left. His eyes narrowed. Gus was lying to him. They're just trying to trick him into talking. His feet shifted in preparation to run back to cover when the psychic piped up.

"Relax, I get it. You have a fear of public speaking," Shawn said with a smirk. "Just nod your head yes or no if Kirstin's husband murdered her." His voice was full of confidence despite his quiet volume.

Dammit! How could I forget he can read my mind. Out of fear of what the psychic might do to him with his strange abilities, Tucker forced himself to stand in place. They already knew he could understand them, no more damage was being done. With his lips still sealed, he quickly answered the question and shook his head 'no'.

Shawn perked up, "C'mon, son!" He exclaimed triumphantly. He pointed a finger at Gus, "I told you it wasn't Steven!" He said with a smile as if he wasn't discussing a murder.

Gus rolled his eyes, "Sure, it's not the husband for once. But how do you plan on proving this to the police?" He cast a glance at the tiny man, who was now covering his ears from Shawn's outburst. Gus frowned at the fear he still showed them. Why can't he see they won't hurt him?

"Don't worry. Once we find the real murderer everything will fall into place." Shawn said with a smug smile.

He crossed his arms, "And how do we do that, Shawn? There's no other suspects."

Shawn nodded his head towards the tiny guy on the desk. "We have a witness right here." He answered simply.

"He won't even talk to us." Gus pointed out.

Tucker flinched as both humans turned their attention back on him. His eyes nervously danced between the two, but rested on Shawn as the human shuffled closer to the desk. Tucker clutched the chip even tighter to his chest and it cracked under his fingers.

"Hey little guy!" Shawn cooed as his face got even closer to him.

Tucker's breathing quickened and his heart started up its raid pounding again.

"Wanna make a deal?" He continued with a voice used to address toddlers. "You can go back into the walls once you tell us who killed Kirstin." Shawn said innocently as if it was the best deal in the world.

Tucker stopped breathing for a moment. His heart fell to the empty pit of his stomach. He stared blankly at the human with his mouth hanging open. "....What?" He whispered in complete shock. Tucker shouldn't be surprised the psychic read his mind to find out where he lived, but it still left him feeling dizzy. The human was threatening him now. He's gonna tear open the walls and kill his people and it's all going to be Tucker's fault. If he complies, will the human spare his people? 

Tucker swallowed thickly but his throat was still dry. It wasn't fair. He did everything right once he was caught; He never uttered a word to the humans or told them he's a borrower. But of course he got caught by that damn psychic.

He stared at the humans through teary eyes, ignoring the way their giant faces lit up when he uttered his first word. Taking a shaky breath, he opened his mouth. "I'll tell you what'cha wanna know as long as you don't hurt my people." Tucker demanded, but his voice sounded so weak and pathetic compared to the humans.

He waited with bated breath as he watched the humans register what he just said. Hopefully Tucker was making the right call.

[kevinsdsy]

shawn has a scar on his chin from when he tripped as a child but has never told anyone the same tale of how it happened (it wasn’t funny or dramatic enough) jean looks him dead in the eyes and goes. you slipped on gravel and shawn just :O

WAIT i see what you did there with “never told the same tale” SHDJDHDJ DOES THIS MEAN HE’S TELLING EVERYONE DIFFERENT STORIES WHEN THEY ASK HIM ABOUT IT????? BECAUSE THAT’S SO FUNNY????

if so i imagine people going to jean to ask which story shawn has told him because they’re sure jean knows the actual story— but jean has never bothered asking shawn because it’s none of his business. but then when people keep asking jean about it and they keep telling him different stories he confronts shawn about it but it goes like this:

shawn is yapping about something like he always does because this man is ALWAYS talking!!

shawn and jean have that yapper friend x friend who always listens dynamic and it’s perfect for both of them because shawn has a lot to say and jean doesn’t have that much to say.

and shawn is doing a long ass story time and then he falters because jean keeps staring at him. but not the way jean always does. it’s different and it’s piercing through shawn’s soul and he feels like he’s being analysed which is making his skin crawl and he’s feeling flustered.

and then he goes “what’s up? why are you looking at me like that?”

and jean just raises his eyebrow he stares for a few more seconds and shawn wonders what’s going on. because like u said his eyes are piercing through shawn while he looks him dead in the eyes.

and then jean says “you slipped on gravel” and shawn is so confused about what jean is even talking about.

“what?” he asks, feeling like he’s missed a few conversations between them.

“the scar. you’ve been telling everyone different stories, but you slipped on gravel.” and then shawn goes :O

“how did you know!?” and he starts begging jean to not tell anyone because he has build this mysterious story around his scar for years now and he can’t lose it SHDKDHDJ

[dragonfly0808]

Please please please make the winx rewrite playlist on Spotify

Mkay so… I got way too invested and wound up making a 5 1/2 hours long way-too-detailed playlist

This is the link:

Veiled Wings and Shattered Panoramas Official Playlist

And if you want to know why I chose each song, down here is the way-too-detailed-explanation of the playlist!

First off; I chose 2 songs to represent each season

Season 1- Wings by PIXY and Faerie Soiree by Melanie Martinez

Season 2- What’s up Danger by Blackway and Black Caviar and Different World by Alan Walker and Sofia Carson

Season 3- This is War by 30 seconds to mars and Nightmares Never End by JT Music and Andrea Storm Kaden

Season 4- Tiller’s Prayer by Sabrina Jordan and Ribs by Lorde

Subsection here for the main song of each arc for s4

Arc 1- Generation Why

Arc 2- The Old Therebefore (the singing to snakes version cause it’s more dramatic)

Arc 3- What Was I Made For? By Billie Eilish

Arc 4- Spinnin by Madison Beer

Season 5 will be… Nightmares Come to Life from HSMTMTS and Long Live by Taylor Swift

Next I chose 2 songs for each member of the Winx

Bloom- Rising by Julia Lester and The Albatross by Taylor Swift

Stella- Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde and skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter

Flora- Envy the Leaves by Madison Beer and Mouth of the Eden by Sabrina Jordan

Musa- Whispers by Halsey and the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo

Tecna- Invisible Chains by Lauren Jauregui and idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

Aisha- The Tradition by Halsey and Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray

Subsection for my 3 main songs I associate with the girls:

A World Alone by Lorde

WOKE UP by XG

For Good from Wicked

Continuing with the boys

Sky- Lie by Jimin and In My Blood by Shawn Mendes

Brandon- Something Big by Shawn Mendes and Thumbs by Sabrina Carpenter

Helia- Cough Syrup (the Glee version) and Speak Out (Acoustic) from HSMTMTS

Riven- Boy in the Bubble by Alec Benjamin and BLUE by Billie Eilish (cmon ‘I thought we were the same birds of a feather now i’m ashamed’ is so Driven coded it’s not even funny. And the whole final part from ��you were born bluer than a butterfly’ is just so perfect for him.)

Timmy- The Other Side and Summer Child by Conan Gray

Nabu- Wool by Flatland Cavalry and Die Alone by FINNEAS

Subsection for my 3 main songs I associate with the boys:

Youth by Shawn Mendes and Khalid

ON by BTS

The Story by Conan Gray

Next, songs for the couples!

Skloom: lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid, Surrender by Natalie Taylor (and in the future) Maybe this Time by Joshua Basset and Sofia Wylie

Stella and Brandon: There’s no Way by Lauv and Julia Michaels and R.E.M by Ariana Grande

Flora and Helia: Canada by Lauv and Alessia Cara and Venus Sunrise by Lia Marie Johnson

Rivusa: Ain’t No Doubt About It from ZOMBIES 3 (partially as a joke but also cause that song is absolutely so them) Alley Rose by Conan Gray and ESPECIALLY Vermillion by Sabrina Jordan

Tecna and Timmy: Someone You Like by the girl and the dreamcatcher and Tell Em by Sabrina Carpenter

Aisha and Nabu: Tornado Warnings by Sabrina Carpenter and safety net by Ariana Grande and Ty Dolla $ign

Next, songs for different characters and a few couples!

Icy- 28 Reasons by SEULGI

Stormy- The Lighthouse by Halsey

Darcy- Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

Darcy and Riven- Getaway Car by Taylor Swift and Astronomy by Conan Gray

The Trix- Lightning by Little Mix

Daphne- Can’t Catch Me Now

Valtor- Burn the Witch by Shawn James and Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift and Hayley Williams

Daphne and Valtor- Dynasty by MIIA

Now Roxy’s squad!

Roxy- Control by Halsey and How Villains are Made by Madalen Duke

Shirley- Matilda by Harry Styles

Naten- Kid in Love by Shawn Mendes

Alexa- Follow the White Rabbit by Madison Beer

Chimera- Wandering (Don’t Go) by Hues and Lia Marie Johnson

Chimera and Naten- The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

Roxy and Shirley- On My Way by Sabrina Carpenter and Alan Walker

The Sibling Squad- Grow by Conan Gray and Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Then I put a bunch of songs that just remind me of the Winx or help me get into a writing mood, I’ll just put the title here cause I’m getting tired

Rise

odd eye

run for roses

untouchable

ringo

s-class

thunderous

lion

secret story of the swan

panorama

centuries

voltage

flesh & bone

legends never die

lifts

Finally, I put a song for Selina and what will be the main song for season 6

For Selina: Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall by Lydia the Bard <- this is exactly the vibe future Selina will have for reals

And finally, the main song for s6:

Til Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

Wow… I def put way too much thought into this.

Anyways, hope u enjoy!

[jeanmoroses]

which aftg characters would be in which f1 team & why:

for the purposes of this au i'm going to pretend the strategists rankings and managers for every team don't exist so this is purely based off vibes !!! also if you have other ideas feel free to let me know nothing is set in stone hehe

red bull: kevin and andrew. red bull is SO ravens coded and max verstappen is quite literally a kevin day variant (and vice versa). hc that kevin and riko used to race for red bull together (can you see where this is going. yeah) and andrew ended up replacing riko as the second rb driver

mclaren: shawn and derrick. shawn as lando norris and derrick as oscar piastri i don't have to explain this i think

ferrari: jeremy knox and jean moreau. jeremy is basically ferrari personified (he’s like a mix of charles, carlos, and george) while jean used to drive as an alternate for kevin & riko then transferred to ferrari after riko's crash/suicide

mercedes: matt and neil. matt/lewis older brothers of the grid and neil as the underdog (george russell). in an alternate universe this is kevin and neil

aston martin: nicky and allison. i’m not comparing nicky to alonso but allison and lance stroll (don't come for me i'm a lance stroll enjoyer i swear). also aston martin sounds so vintage and rich i think it fits them

visa rb: cat and laila. yuki telling reporters he wants to open a restaurant every interview just reminds me of cat LMAO but i don't know how this would work with the red bull and visa correlation so i guess aston martin and visa are interchangeable ? i still like it this way tho

haas: cody and pat. they would tell each other “suck my balls” on national television. underrated duo ngl

alpine: nabil and derek. okay this was really random i was running out of characters HAHHAH but pierre and esteban kind of do remind me of nabil and derek like imagine them on the track

williams: xavier and min. unproblematic team for unproblematic drivers i love alex and logan

kick sauber/audi: haoyu and travis. another unproblematic team i can see travis getting haoyu to film silly tiktoks with him and being menaces at the paddock (sometimes they rope williams into their shenanigans)

[thecomicsnexus]

TMNT: 40TH ANNIVERSARY COMICS CELEBRATION

July 2024

By Kevin Eastman, Edgar Alan Poe, Jim Lawson, Tristan Jones, Gary Carlson, Chris Allan, Erik Burnham, Lloyd Goldfine, Ciro Nieli, Andy Suriano, Tom Waltz, Ronda Pattison , Tom Napolitano, Steve Lavigne, Paul Harmon, Frank Fosco, Adam Guzowski, Sarah Myer, Luis Antonio Delgado, Shawn Lee, Khary Randolph, Emilio Lopez, Michael Dialynas, Pablo Tunica, Freddie E. Williams II, David Petersen, Ken Mitchroney, Aaron Hazouri, Dan Duncan, Sophie Campbell, Jodi Nishijima, Stan Sakai, and Emi Fujii.

Come and enjoy stories that will remind you of the 40 years of turtle history.

SCORE: 10 *

* Assuming you are familiar with these iterations.

This is a strange read, and curiously, there are three or four highlights for me, and they are not exactly the ones you would imagine.

Spoilers after the break...

The first story by Kevin Eastman is in the Mirage section of the book but... well... I'll leave at that... I wouldn't call it the Mirage we knew.

There is a story by Lawson and Lavigne with the Rat King that... it's fun. But, you know... I wouldn't even try to fit it in canon... the amount of continuity physics you need to bend to place this story is not worth the time. Just enjoy as a new story by these two iconic Mirage artists.

This other story by Tristan H. Jones and Paul Harmon requires more analysis. I'll revisit it on my gang wars video and try to give it more context... but unfortunately... it's just too vague. All I can say for sure is that it happens in the future of that incomplete saga, but the narrator just takes too many artistic choices to be taken at face value.

Also... I believe this is the first official (frontal) appearance of Agent Bishop (unless I got the character wrong, but Jones already tried to introduce him in this saga). I think he is still holding on to it, and I really hope he gets to tell his story. I wouldn't mind a mini-series... just saying!

The Volume 3 story was... not for me. The dialogue alone felt tired.

The Archie adventure was short, eventful, and funny... and it looks amazing too!

In just four pages a new character was introduced and... a new love story was implied! And it's not just a gratuitous cameo... this is a funny sequence.

The Saturday Morning Adventures (the de facto 87 story) looks amazing as usual, but I didn't find the story that interesting. However, it started a theme that would run across most of the stories in this special after this one: Master Splinter.

The 2003 story is a... loose canon?

Hun is Slash, and Shredder is back... so make of that what you want. All I'm going to say is that this felt a lot like watching the beginning of a 2003 episode, with the narration setting the tone.

The 2012 story was one of the least interesting in the previews, but I have to say... it was probably one of the best. It brought back a villain and it technically serves as an excuse to continue the series?

But to me the best thing about the story is the art. I am surprised Ciro Nieli didn't do more comic book work for the Turtles all these years. In fact, if they somehow decided to continue the 2012 universe in 2D in this style... I'm all in. Well, who am I kidding... I would be in anyway... but this looks amazing.

Andy Suriano did probably the most interesting story in the book. Now, I am not sure if his style doesn't translate well to static panels or what the problem is with the comic format... but it doesn't matter... this small story brought in a lot of things that ended on the editing floor after the show's second season was reduced to a few more episodes. There was a rumor about a female turtle, and not only it is here in all its glory, but there is also a brother?

And come on... it's so Lou Jitsu to die with a cliffhanger.

There are two IDW stories. One is another Splinter story, but the other one is perhaps one of the best in this book.

The Ronda Pattison story takes place just before the Armageddon game, and it shows the five turtles in full sibling dynamic (even Jennika). It was refreshing to see these turtles having fun for a change.

There are no stories by the new team, but... well... that's just starting.

[ferrstappen]

august l Lando Norris imagine

a/n: Hello! How are you? Did you see the Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello kissing video? I'm shocked. Anywayssss, this is the second installment of The Collection, a complete different note from the long live piece, but I hope you like it <3 feedback and likes and all those things are greatly appreciated <3

hope you enjoy it! <3

warnings: kinda sad, allusion to sex (like if you squint), couple of swear words.

words: 2k

summary: Every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. His friends whispered that he had been so in love just a couple of weeks ago and now he was holding hands with someone else. But she didn’t care. 

i) Your back beneath the sun, wishin’ I could write myself on it. 

You knew his face from somewhere. 

The pub was dimly lit, the humid London weather somehow making its way inside the semi crowded room, but you could still make out his curly hair and slim figure, holding a beer while smiled at something one of his friends said. 

It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t giving them a full smile; his eyes didn’t crinkle all the way and his smile didn’t reach his clear eyes. 

You didn’t know him, but you could tell that much. 

And it wasn’t like you were trying to make eye contact with him, almost manifesting that the curly haired stranger would notice you. And you now that when his eyes crossed with yours, the smile reached his eyes. 

His friends didn’t notice, neither did yours, but you weren’t able to keep it cool anymore, quietly making your way outside with the pretense of needed some air and wanting to light a cigarette. 

“How can you smoke with this weather?” You heard his voice for the first time. Calm and soft, almost quiet. 

“Nervousness can do that to a person, you now?” 

“Why are you nervous?” He believed to know the answer, but still asked you.

“Good looking strangers tend to have that effect on me.”

That was the beginning of the end. 

He told you his name was Lando, that he was spending a couple of days in London before returning to his home in Monte-Carlo. You were so entranced that asked your girlfriends to change tables so they could mingle with Lando’s friends. 

They were static, knowing you weren’t one to openly flirt or wanting too much contact, gladly accepting to change tables and getting to know the interesting group of strangers. 

During the third bottle of champagne, Lando made the invitation to you and your friends to join them in Monaco. It took a bit of convincing from their part, but ended up agreeing to being picked up at 5 PM the next day to catch their private flight. 

He said goodbye with a small hug and kiss on the cheek. He didn’t linger, he didn’t take it slow, everything was quick, but you never noticed because you were already hooked.

While your friends squealed on the uber ride back home, not really understanding what the fuck had happened on their casual night out, Lando’s friends were giving him weary looks, trying to understand where this was coming from, because they had dragged him out, because he still was checking his ex girlfriend’s Instagram.

And he knew what he was doing. 

It wasn’t revenge on his ex, it was his heart trying to feel something again.

Something that wasn’t the constant ache of having lost the girl with whom he thought would spend years and years together. 

He needed to erase the pictures of him and his ex holding his niece in front of the Christmas tree.

The cute post-it she left on his refrigerator for when he got home after a triple header. 

And he was sure the warmth of another person would calm the pain, even if it wasn’t much, he’d take whatever was given to him. 

And that’s how he ended up with you in his yacht, surrounded by his friends and yours. 

You were wearing denim shorts and a black bikini top; simple, forgettable; exactly what he was looking for.

So he placed his arm around your bare waist, not applying to much pressure, but allowing himself to enjoy the goosebumps on your skin when he caressed the exposed flesh, the small smile you gave him after he offered to get you a drink, and the gasp when he left a chaste kiss on your lips. 

You noticed the stares of his friends and how your friends became a little more protective, not letting loose on the luxury yacht, keeping an eye on you and Lando. One of them even turned down an offer from a Lebanese businessman. 

Talk about friendship.

You noticed the looks he got when you went out to discover a bit of Monte-Carlo, people subtly pointing their phones as he tried to not show his face and cover yours. The only thing you wished for in that moment was for Lando to take your hand and guide you through the coast.

Yes, it was ridiculous. It wasn’t like your mind didn’t remind you that two days ago he was a stranger, but that didn’t stop your heart from wanting to leave a mark so people could see he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t paying attention to them, he was with you for the time being. 

ii) and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine, ‘cause you were never mine.

The Monaco sun was hitting your back, Lando groaning next to you as the grip on your waist tightened and tried to hide his face on your neck, earning a chuckle. 

If anyone saw this from the outside, everything happening between Lando and you was straight out of a fairytale; student meets good looking Formula 1 driver, willing to fly her anywhere just to see her.

Maybe all those goods were the reason you were willing to ignore how sometimes he didn’t return the FaceTime calls, but he had a busy schedule, it wasn’t worrying, and you didn’t want to appear like a controlling girl. 

You knew your friends tried to send subtle warnings, telling you to not open up too much, to be careful with your feelings, to get to know him better. You understood, this was your first serious relationship.

Right, it wasn’t a relationship just yet. 

But even if both your friends saw this through tinted glasses, Lando and you knew about the late nights giggling while trying to find the ticklish spots of each other.

The cute laughter he would give you as you tried to not crash on the wall while driving the simulator. 

The soft sighs he’d release when you started threading your fingers through his curls, trying to make him forget a stressful meeting. 

The lilies delivered to your apartment when his schedule didn’t allow him to see you for a couple of weeks. 

The kisses on your naked skin, knowing how to handle your body better than yourself.

The grateful kisses on your forehead after he tasted a new recipe you saw on Pinterest, only using ingredients approved by his trainer.

They didn’t see that. 

But it all went away so quickly. 

Suddenly, august was coming to an end. You didn’t even notice, too drunk while discovering Lando, how his body and mind worked.

How the relationship would evolve, when would you accompany him to one of his races, would you move to Monte-Carlo eventually?

All the questions in your head clouded your judgement, made you ignore the clear signs that Lando maybe wasn’t so into it. But he was tired, he was in the middle of the season. 

He was fresh out of a breakup…

But he wouldn’t make a move on you just to forget his ex girlfriend, right? Everything you’ve been living during the last months was real. You knew everything was real, he was overwhelmed, that’s all. 

But there was a breaking point, even in your hazy vision. 

His calls mostly went to voicemail, but he always texted he was busy. 

He didn’t invite you to his home as usual, but he was racing.

He didn’t invite you to the paddock, but you weren’t official yet.

You knew in your head this wasn’t right, that he was feeding you just enough to keep you hooked, the bare minimum.

You knew you deserved so much more than that, even if he the prospect of him was exciting, and your heart beat a bit faster every time you saw him.

You were bracing for the fall. 

iii) So much for summer love and saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.

You didn’t want to go through the self-destructive phase when two days went by and he didn’t contact you, but you weren’t making up excuses anymore. 

Suddenly, googling his name seemed like the sane idea, inevitably searching for news and photos of him and his ex. 

She was gorgeous, worthy of someone like him. They walked hand in hand so carelessly she wore his merch so proudly, she showed up in the paddock so freely.

That’s when she realized it was never going to be her, Lando never meant for her to be more than a summer thing, to not feel her absence.

He was waiting for the right time to go back to her, he’d hit the ground running as soon as a sign was given to him.

But it didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was the disappointment and heartbreak speaking, but you knew with a certainty that what happened during the last couple of months was real. 

You didn’t imagine his hard grip on your hip while he took over the DJ table.

You didn’t imagine the soft caresses of his hand on your thigh while he was driving you to an afternoon date. 

Your head knew you didn’t make up the loving eyes he dedicated you as you tried to hit the high notes of a song while making the bed. 

But he hadn’t reached out in two days, it was pretty self-explanatory. He didn’t really care about nurturing this growing seed between the two of you.

Lando didn’t want you. 

It didn’t matter how real everything was to you. How your heart was slowly breaking as tears pooled in your eyes, because you’d never be able to convince yourself that this was meaningless, at least not to you. 

Lando

Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you

Listen, I know whatever’s going on between us is new and we never labeled it, but I totally understand if it’s over or whatever

Just talk to me so I can move on and ofc I still wanna be your friend

Was this message too serious?

If you want to ofc lol

Anyway hope ur okay pls don’t ghost me

Pathetic, honestly. But what else can you do when your head is telling you to let go at the same time you heart is begging to keep holding on?

iv) To live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call. 

Lando knew this was wrong. Shit, ghosting someone was the lowest of lows, but he wasn’t brave enough to tell you he couldn’t keep up with this, because he’d never be able to give you what you wanted.

He didn’t want to bring you to the paddock and be captured with you as his new girlfriend, because it was never meant to be your place.

But he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed to say to you. 

He wasn’t that big of a person. He wasn’t that good of a man. 

The tear in his heart was still there, but he couldn’t deny that you palliated his fractured heart, somehow mending the pieces back together. 

He couldn’t deny the peace he felt every time you run your hands through his hair. 

The grin that appeared after you softly kissed him right when his eyes opened in the morning. 

The steady beats of his heart when he knew you were waiting for him to show him the newest recipe you tried. 

And Lando he was being unfair, that he wasn’t supposed to open WhatsApp and search your name, knowing your profile picture was taken by him, and he somehow managed to capture your beauty, inside and out. 

He took a deep breath before typing. 

are you free?

sorry I’ve been missing lately

He was disappointed in himself, because Lando knew you were going to do everything to see him.

He was despicable, his actions were mean.

But Lando still smiled when he noticed you had responded, lightheartedly asking him how he was doing. 

Hope was still creeping on your veins, ignoring the fear of falling and breaking for Lando. 

Again.

[live-laugh-legolas]

What type of music the fellowship listens to (modern)

Aragorn:

-Country man

-Idk if he even actually listens to it, but I swear every guy on tinder has country music in their interests and I think it is just a go to answer

-“what kind of music do you like?” “Idk, country I guess”

-Likes the depressed indie artists

-✨John Mayer✨

Legolas:

-Idk if anyone is going to agree with me on this but I think he’s into metal music

-I also think he would love Eminem

-He knows every lyric

-Not the type to dance or even show that he’s listening to music, but he actually has music blasting in his ears

-Ik elves have like sensitive ears or whatever but let me have this one

-Wannabe emo kid

Boromir:

-I think he likes pop music but listens almost purely to covers

-“I knew them before they were famous” vibes

-Loves artists like Elton John, Elvis Presley, the Beatles, etc

-Also side note, this man cannot sing but absolutely goes hard at karaoke

Gimli:

-He’s a T-Swift fan

-Also Celine Dion

-I just think he likes the girl bosses

-P!nk, Halsey, and Shawn Mendez because I just thought of it so he must be a girl boss too

-Gets emotional listening to music; like totally matches the energy of the song

-Sometimes I just cry because an artist just sounds so good, and I think he would do the same

Frodo:

-The “aesthetic” music

-You know the ones that kinda go hard but also sound kinda bad if you actually listen to them?

-I was just listening to “Butch 4 Butch” by Rio Romeo and I just got the vibe that Frodo would vibe

Sam:

-I just feel like he likes rap music

-Not aggressive rap, but when songs have rap in them

-Post-Malone sort of vibes

-Also “TikTok songs” but just the part that’s played in the few seconds of the video

Merry:

-Classical music

-But like the classical music that goes hard

-Like “O Fortuna” maybe

-But he also sings JoJo Siwa and no one knows if it’s satire or genuine

-“KARMAS A BITCH!”

Pippin:

-Hozier boy

-The girls, the gays, and the Pippin ya know?

-But also K-Pop

-I don’t know anything about the genre but I have a friend who literally know every dance to every song from Black Pink and I think that’s how Pip would be

-He will have me watch him do the dances and I can just imagine Pippin doing the same thing; putting on little recitals and you just can’t say no

Gandalf:

-Joe Rogan podcasts

-Ok that’s a joke

-But definitely listens to podcasts, maybe ones about science

-Enjoys some good smooth jazz

-Gets real groovy when a saxophone starts playing

*Bonus Faramir and/or Eomer:

-I’ll be honest I don’t know these characters as well as I should

-but

-Recently my sister has had her earbuds in 24/7 and I asked her about it and she has apparently been listening to Dr Who audio dramas

-She is trying to convince me to listen too but frankly I’m too scared

-There was something about a sentient puddle?

-I just feel like one of the characters would do this and these are the two I decided on but lmk if I’m totally wrong

[pinazee]

The George Takei episode! (shawn vs. the red phantom)

Im just going to start this one from the beginning. Look at Shawns face the moment he sees his father. He either instantly knew Henry was upset or is already bummed to have to interact with his dad, like he’s so used to feeling like shit afterwards.

This has to be the biggest reach for henry though. You can’t like superheroes because they make cops look like idiots and they’re the real heroes. He’s so categorically wrong. First of all, police kind of suck lol. second of all, why was he so threatened by comic books??? Third of all, Shawns like 8 here. He’s not allowed to have an imagination??? How is Shawn a somewhat functional adult??

This explains early seasons Shawn so much. He’s a lot more judgmental, has a particular idea about manhood, and frankly comes across as the flippant “cool guy” from high school, the judd nelson if i may. But we later see that Shawn is just as much a dork as Gus, he just wasn’t allowed to be one. i never thought of this part as character development for Shawn, i always just assumed it was drift, like how Joey from Friends got stupider as the seasons progressed. But now i see it as Shawn becoming who he was always meant to be.

This part makes me laugh so much!

Juliets a comic book fan too! I missed that the first time!

Shawn getting Takei to dislike Gus has to be the biggest dick move he’s done and I’m including drugging him haha. Takei was great. I feel like he’s played a primadonna version of himself a few times. That or I’m just remembering all the rewatches of Psych

I wonder how long lassiter and Vick knew each other before she became captain. Did she work there first? Were they rivals at some point? Or did she come from another precinct?

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: It’s time for another song imagine y’all! I was going through my wattpad drafts, there’s still some more that I haven’t posted.

This one is also really sad, literally almost cried editing this. I don’t know what I was on, when I made this one. But please enjoy!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

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I heard the sounds of something heavy. Like fists hitting a wall in anger. "Anybody here?!" I heard, yelling.

I wanted to tell back the only thing I could muster was a wee groan.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

It isn't in my blood

They continued to yell for me as they keep searching. I then heard the one voice, I loved so much. "(Y/N)?! Can you hear me?!"

Spencer.

I wanted to yell, back and tell him that 'I was okay,' and that 'He didn't need to worry,' and knowing that my voice was horse and scratchy, I tried.

Boy, did I try.

"Spence.." I just ended up in a coughing fit.

Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing

I'm overwhelmed and insecure, give me something

I could take to ease my mind slowly

Just have a drink and you'll feel better

Just take her home and you'll feel better

Keep telling me that it gets better

Does it ever?

I tried to call out to him again, but I just ended up in a coughing fit once more. I didn't want to move, I didn't want any of my wounds to get worse.

I have to wait for them to find me. I kept trying to apply pressure, but with how weak I was getting, the pressure I had on it, was getting weaker too.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

No medicine is strong enough

Someone help me

I'm crawling in my skin

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

My eyes were starting to shut, I'm trying so hard to keep them awake, but it's hard. But what caused them to jolt open was the steps that approached the basement door, and it being swung open.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" Spencer ran over to me, putting his gun in its holster.

It isn't in my blood

It isn't in my blood

I'm looking through my phone again, feeling anxious

Afraid to be alone again, I hate this

I'm trying to find a way to chill, can't breathe, oh

Is there somebody who could help me?

"Get a medic down here!" I heard Derek yell, out the door.

"(Y/N), look at me. You're going to be okay." He said, applying pressure on my wound, seeing as to how weak I had been.

"Okay?" I nod, and put my left hand to his cheek.

It's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

No medicine is strong enough

Someone help me

I'm crawling in my skin

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

It looked like Spencer tried to hold in his tears, and I managed to crook out a few words. "Don't cry..Spence..." I wiped his eyes gently with my thumb, he shook his head.

"Where is my medic?!" Derek yelled again, clearly impatient, leaving the room so it just Reid and I.

It isn't in my blood

It isn't in my blood

"Spence..just know that.." I closed my eyes, for a couple seconds, before opening them up again. "..that I love you." He shakes his head again.

"Don't say that (N/N). We're going to get you out of here-"

"Spence-"

"If we don't then how am I supposed to call myself an FBI Agent, but more importantly-"

I need somebody now

I need somebody now

Someone to help me out

I need somebody now

"Spence." I said a little louder, but Spence keep going.

"How am I supposed to call myself your boyfriend-" I used a lot of the strength, I had left to kiss him. I pulled away and rested my forehead on his own.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't

"Promise me, this." He didn't respond, but I know he we definitely listening. "Repeat after me, okay?"

It isn't in my blood

It isn't in my blood, oh, oh

"I take you Spencer Reid..to be my lawful wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward.." He then started to repeat after me.

"To have and to hold, from this day forward, from better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for sickness and in health.."

It isn't in my blood

I need somebody now

It isn't in my blood

I need somebody now

It isn't in my blood

"..until death do us part. I love you Dr. Spencer Reid." I said laying back down.

"I love you too Special Agent (Y/N) (L/N)." I heard before, resting my eyes, with a small smile set on my lips.