#seeing him really activated me like a sleeper agent

[jostystyles]

when i run out of road, you bring me home | sj

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARVY SORRY YOU LOST :( but anyways, this is a culmination of me yapping to @mattyanonwrites about jarvy. i also had casual by chappell roan stuck in my head writing this, so it’s loosely based off that as well. and also happy bday harry styles there’s references to you in here too.

warnings: mentions of marijuana and alcohol, brief mentions of sex

word count: 2.1k. this was supposed to be a blurb.

The blare of the alarm broke him out of a peaceful sleep. The kind that makes you not want to get up, and just stay in the comfort of the blankets and shielded from the real world. Seth sighed as he rolled over to silence the alarm, scrolling through the slew of texts he was already receiving. If he wasn’t already awake, he was now after seeing the notification he’s always looking for.

12:07 am

(Y/N) 🤒

happy birthday jarvy :) hope you have the best day. miss you and sorry i won’t be around today to see you.

His heart clenched, as he realized she was the first person that texted him. She was also the only person he wanted to actually see today. In all honesty, she was the only person he really wanted to see ever. He’d take her in any capacity he could get. Loving the message and replying with a quick “thanks, miss you” and dragged himself out of bed to go in the shower. As the water cascaded down his body, he couldn’t help but let the memories flow of just last week when she was here with him, their bodies wet and flush to each other as one. Turning the water cold, Seth shook his head and dragged his hands down his face with a sigh.

He rode to the rink in silence, aside from a nice phone call with his mom, the only thing surrounding him was the sound of Carolina by Harry Styles coming from his speakers. It was a song (Y/N) added to his playlist as a joke, but one he’d grown to genuinely enjoy. (In all honesty, he actually enjoyed Harry’s music which is something he’d never admit to anyone) Surprisingly, he was the last one to arrive to the arena for morning skate, a role which was usually reserved for KK. As if they had it rehearsed, the second he set foot in the room he was met with the glaring shrieks of Martinook and immediately encapsulated in a three way hug by KK, Andrei and Burnzie.

“Happy birthday Jarvyman!”

“Gee thanks guys,” he exclaimed, “I was afraid that blink 182 lyric was true for a second there.”

Rolling his eyes and shoving Seth away, Andrei let out a chuckle.

“You pumped for the late evening, eh? Win or lose tonight we are getting very drunk. Rented out the Local for a good time.”

Seth smiled, replying with a laugh of “Hell yeah man.”

Andrei noticed his friends spirit was a little deflated.

“Yeah? Any chance of uh, you know who making an appearance?”

Like a sleeper agent, Seth’s demeanor activated from distracted to focused almost instantly.

“Uh, probably not. She texted me that she won’t be around today. She’s stuck in New York City with work.”

That’s why he was sad, Andrei realized. (Y/N) wouldn’t be in attendance. He might be playing with fire by saying this, but he just had to ask.

“You guys are still doing that casual thing, yes?”

Sliding his practice sweater over his pads, Seth nodded.

“Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call it.”

Casual. Except he was eating her out in the passenger seat of his car the other day. Casual, when her mom invited him to their beach house for (Y/N)’s birthday in the summer.

He had no right to be as upset as he was. She wasn’t his girlfriend. In all honesty, he didn’t even know what she was anymore. Three months ago, she was the frazzled college girl he met his first year in Raleigh that became his best friend. The girl he couldn’t live without. Three months ago, she was the girl whose couch he cried on after his ex girlfriend cheated on him. One thing led to another, and the next thing he knew they were waking up naked and agreeing to keep it casual. But Seth liked to be stupid, and the guys teased him for it. He realized been in love with (Y/N) over the summer, and has done nothing but daydream about it to anyone but her. Nellie laughed and called him a romantic when he was wasted and told her and KK about his feelings, saying how he saw (Y/N) living in his apartment, her cats, and maybe they’d have a dog by then. And she’d take him with her and show him off to her friends back home.

“No attachment, right?”

He should’ve said no. Please. I’m attached. But instead, he agreed. A decision he was certainly regretting right now as he threw back his third green tea shot of the night, chasing it with a sip of his beer.

Jesperi sighed watching his best friend sulk at his own birthday party. In the next 5 minutes though, he was either going to go down as the best friend in the world or never be spoken to again. Glancing down at his phone, the message he’d been anxiously awaiting most of the night came through.

11:39 pm

(Y/N)

ubers 2 min out. do you think he’s onto us yet?

No. He doesn’t suspect a thing. Walking around the whole day like a sad puppy. Even looked dejected after he scored

fuck yeah. not that he’s sad, but this is going to be the best surprise ever. i’m here. keep him distracted

Realizing Seth was about to turn and head his direction, he raced forward to slap him on the back and keep him facing away from the door.

“Eh buddy, enjoying your night?”

“Yeah man this is awesome. I’m kinda beat though, think I’m gonna head out soon.”

KK squinted, pulling his head back a bit. “Leaving your own birthday party early? You good Jarvyman?”

Seth shrugged. “Yeah. ‘sides (Y/N) said she was gonna call me when she got to her hotel from the event she was at, but she hasn’t called me yet.” As soon as he stopped talking, he felt a pair of soft arms snake around his waist.

“Yeah, sorry about that. My plane got delayed a few times. Sorry I’m late to the party.”

Whipping around faster than he could on skates, he was met with his favorite smile and the prettiest eyes he’d grown fond of looking into blinking excitedly at him.

“(Y/N)? You’re here? I thought- New York, and you’d be stuck until tomorrow, and…oh my god.” he trailed off, burying his head into her neck and breathing in the scent of her. He could feel the tears pricking his eyes as he swayed her back and forth.

Giggling, (Y/N) murmured into his ear, “Of course I’m here, Seth. I would’ve never missed this. Happy birthday my dear.” she finished, pressing a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek.

“Can we leave? Now, please? Just wanna be with you.” He mumbled back, still holding onto her.

“Already? I just got here! At least let me say hi to everyone before I go-“

“You’ll see them at the next game. Let’s go.” He said, grabbing her hand and dragging her away from the bar. As they raced out, (Y/N) waved at Andrei and Jaccob, who were beside themselves with laughter at Seth’s sudden desire to leave his own party. Thankful he moved his car across the lot after the game, Seth opened (Y/N)s door for her before climbing into his own side of the car.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now. For the record, worst surprise ever. You showed up with only an hour left in my birthday.” He teased, fingers tapping the steering wheel with anxiety.

“Yeah well tell that to mother nature. I tried to get in so I could at least see the game, but we couldn’t depart JFK until the storm passed. I had to warn KK before puck drop to update our plans.”

“He was in on this?”

“Yeah, always. As soon as I found out I was going to come home today I texted him.”

“You guys suck. I don’t like being left out.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Jarvy, we were surprising you. We kind of had to leave you out.”

“Well yeah, but that doesn’t stop me from getting FOMO.”

The elevator ride up to his apartment was silent, which was unlikely for Seth. (Y/N) could tell he was on edge, and she wasn’t sure why. Before she could let her thoughts wander further, the bell dinged and they walked out hand in hand to his door.

Seth’s heart was racing. From almost bawling like a baby at the sight of her, he really hadn’t talked to (Y/N) that much since she got here. But in his own defense he didn’t think he’d have to do this so soon. Since she left last week, (Y/N) had left a void in Seth’s life. He’d always had her in some capacity since they came into each other’s lives. But lately, since they started whatever this thing they had going on, he craved her in every way imaginable. If all it took for him to realize he finally had to tell her how he felt was her going out of town, he’d have bought her a ticket a long time ago.

They stepped into his apartment, leaving their shoes by the door. As soon as (Y/N)s second boot was off her foot, Seth’s hands were grabbing her face, bringing it towards his own. His lips were soft on hers, and she could taste the cheap beer he’d been nursing all night. (Y/N) loved kissing him, but this one was different. Usually, every kiss they shared was fueled by pure lust, the marijuana smoke in their lungs or liquor in their veins providing accelerant. But this one, right now, was one fueled by something different.

Pulling away from her, his brown eyes wide, he rambled out, “I need to tell you something. Let’s go.”

“Seth. Honey, you’re scaring me. You’ve been weird all night, is everything okay?” (Y/N) asked, as they made their way to the couch.

“Yes it’s ok. I promise. Just please, listen to me, ok?” Seth replied, sliding himself into a position where he was kneeling in front of her, his head resting against her tummy. They’d been in this position many times before, but in his eyes this was the most intimate one yet.

“I don’t think I can be casual anymore. It’s getting too hard for me. Because I think it feels too real. And that’s what I want. The real thing. With you.”

“Seth, honey-“

“Wait please, let me get it out before you say anything, ok?” She nodded to him in response.

“I want to be yours. Your favorite bra is in my dresser, and I know my favorite jacket is at your place. I can’t call it casual when I was on the phone talking your sister down from dropping out of soccer. Or when you’re texting with Kayden about what he should buy his girlfriend at Ulta. Because that to me means we’re in this. And I try to be chill about it, and you know I love to talk but I try to hold my tongue on that topic because I want to give you space and not overwhelm you. But it’s overwhelming me. And I hate that I let this drag on so long because now I’m hating myself for not telling you sooner.”

“Oh, Jarvy. Don’t you know how much I love you?” (Y/N) replied, her acrylic nails scratching his head softly.

Seth must have died and gone to heaven. “You do?”

“Of course I do. I should’ve told you sooner. That night you kissed me, I decided that I’d have you in whatever way I could. And that meant being casual so it would hurt less when you eventually got tired of me. Because you were never really mine” (Y/N) confessed, sort of feeling a weight lift off her chest. She’s loved him for so long.

Seth moved so he was on top of her, her back pressed to the corner of the couch, their legs intertwined at the opposite end. “I love you. I love you so much. You’re my best friend. I’ll never get tired of you.”

(Y/N) giggled, leaning forward slightly to capture his lips in a quick kiss. “I know that now, silly boy.”

Seth rested his head on her boobs, his arms squeezing her waist a little tighter. Eyes closed, he laid there for a few minutes, listening to the beat of her heart, following the rise and fall of her breathing, and feeling the warmth of her hands in his hair.

“You know what would be the best birthday gift ever?”

“What’s that, honey?”

“For you to be my girlfriend.”

(Y/N) let out a cackle. “Well, it’s a good thing you asked because I left your other gift at my apartment.”

Jesperi was definitely getting an expensive gift for his birthday this year.

tags: @comphyjost @ilyasorokinn @lam-ila @2manytabsopen @laurenairay @leafsbabe

[cupcakeslushie]

Sorry if Tumblr did not in fact eat this message and you get a duplicate, but I'm confused about some things in the feral Leo AU and was hoping you could provide some clarification without spoilers. What's the purpose of taking Donnie as well, for the Krang? They already have pretty much the perfect pawn with Leo (at least probably in their eyes), so was their goal to eventually get all of the brothers? Does the hivemind include the Technodrome, so they're using him to try and pilot another one? Is Leo brainwashed by the Krang, possessed, or something else entirely? It's not really entirely clear to me at this moment.

And where are April, Casey, and Splinter during this entire debacle?

Sorry I got it, I just haven’t had much time, until today to go into my inbox!

Kraang’s whole thing is consume or control, so yeah, they want all the turtles under their command, because they can see their strength. Of course they’d try to assimilate them into their new army.

The hive mind doesn’t necessarily include the Technodrome. It’s a separate consciousness that they control. They have full access to it, but the Technodrome isn’t given the same courtesy. It obeys whoever is at the helm, and the Kraang don’t converse with it. Only give it orders. Since Brother Kraang is dead, yes. They need a new pilot/source for the start of their new Technodrome. We’ll just have to see what their plans are for Donnie.

Leo’s part of the hive mind right now. Prime forged the link during their time together in the prison dimension. Leo didn’t realize that type of connection of control was there, and was kinda activated like a sleeper agent. Once Mikey gets rid of the link, Leo will be back to his feral—but less murderous, healing self.

Casey, April, and Splinter are gonna be in the next update, they were coming up a second or two behind Mikey, but if I wanted to add them in it would’ve meant more panels, and at least another week’s wait until I could upload it. I had to finish it and put it out before my “weekend” was up.

[thepunkmuppet]

thinking about an alternate season 7 wherein instead of every potential slayer being hunted and then activated, every past slayer gets brought back to life. I don’t really like post-chosen content anyway, but when I do read / look at it the whole slayer academy, everyone’s a slayer thing is really stupid to me ngl 💀

previous slayers, though… nikki wood and xin rong interacting with spike, actually finding out about the slayer before buffy, slayers with different backgrounds and situations and personalities, KENDRA?! I just love it so much.

you’d be able to focus on a relatively small cast of slayers, much like the potentials, throughout the season. this would include buffy, faith, kendra, nikki, and some other american slayers from varying time periods with a couple interesting international characters too (maybe a slayer from ancient greece / rome / egypt, or an anglo-saxon one or something). these are all experienced slayers, so no need to focus on training - it would be more about lore, history and their personal character journeys, assimilating them into society (creating some fun bottle episodes, maybe a day out on the town with dawn and a historical slayer) and trying to figure out why they were all brought back. also, if you want to keep the first as the main villain, then it can look like any one of them because they’re all technically dead, which means you can still have that episode with the dead potential revealing herself as the first and all the mistrust that’s threaded throughout the season.

plus with nikki back, there would be no need for the stupid sleeper agent thing with spike or the ridiculous fight between him and robin. all the same ideas (and the flashbacks to spike’s mum) could still be explored, and in a way better way imo.

I reckon the reason they were brought back would probably be the powers that be (tying nicely into angel ofc) trying to defeat the first. and of course the ending would be this huge battle, as all the slayers from around the world come to sunnydale, and maybe to add some drama they would all disappear and die again when the battle’s done as they have fulfilled their purpose (a classic finale knife to the heart that would have everyone sobbing, especially over nikki and kendra).

there’s also the added thing of like,, I appreciate the show was leaning towards a theme of “hope for the future” with the potentials angle, but literally every other aspect of the season is about harkening back to the past. faith, robin, the first taking the form of previous characters, the high school, the slayer origins, etc etc. so I just think this idea would work so much better with the themes of the season, and tie in really nicely.

and the most obvious perk of this concept is kendra! she was forgotten about so quickly, and this season would really give the writers a chance to redeem themselves for the terrible way poc characters have been treated throughout the show (ignoring what they did to robin. FUCK that but that’s another conversation). I think the show really downplayed how much kendra’s death would have affected buffy, and seeing the two of them interact after buffy has changed so much and kendra’s still the same would be amazing. there’s also the interesting concept that, having been brought back from the dead, kendra still be 17, and therefore closer in age to dawn than to buffy, which could make for some really nice interactions between the two of them. also of course the biggest most exciting thing is having buffy, faith and kendra all interact. they all represent places on a spectrum in terms of personality, and I would LOVE to see kendra and faith interact and how much of a unit they would likely become as a trio.

there’s also the theme of buffy feeling (and being) alone in this season that would hopefully go away, as she would now have dozens of people who truly understand her, giving her a proper support system which I would love to see (season 7 scoobies can actually eat shit btw <3)

so. was this born out of my hatred for insufferable kennedy and the annoying potentials? yes absolutely. do I now want them to rewrite and re-film the entire last season 20 years later? yes absolutely I’m so glad you understand

side note wouldn’t it be sick if in the final battle there’s just this one slo-mo shot where buffy stakes a vamp and through the dust she sees the first slayer looking at her from across the battlefield before she disappears amongst the fight. WHAT it would literally be awesome hello?!

also also other side note sorry but Mother(TM) nikki wood would NEVER kick buffy out of her own house. fuck them kids fr

[thespiritssaidso]

some people do it by the book (but i prefer to go by feel)

Summary: Shawn and Lassiter are undercover at a high-end resort where all visitors get their own private cabin. All the two need to do now is settle in — and chop up some wood to make a fire, of course. 

Notes: okay, so I’m basing this place off of the Big Cedar Lodge (I went there one year with my family on a road trip). I’m not sure if there’s a resort like it in California, but oh well. Currently as I’m writing this, it is 3 in the afternoon and the internet at my job is crappy and won’t let me look at maps without taking forever and a half to load it up. And if anyone knows me then they know that my patience is extremely limited (part of the reason why I’m only good at writing one shots lmao) and I don’t really feel like taking longer than necessary to make sure the made-up place I am writing for the made-up people to stay at actually exists. 

TL;DR this place exists in Branson, Missouri, but I’m too lazy to make sure a place like it also exists in California. 

Anyways, enjoy!! I know we all love a good Shassie at a cabin au.

Flufftober day 8: Chopping and Piling Wood

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Lassiter grunted as he swung his ax into the block of wood, chopping it neatly in two. He leaned over and tossed the half still sitting on the block and tossed it onto a small pile that was slowly building up. After throwing the other half onto the pile right after the first, he reached up and wiped a line of sweat beading on his forehead. 

Currently, he and Shawn were undercover as a married couple to investigate a few disappearances that were happening at the Great Pine Lodge. 

The place was as fancy as a cabin in the woods could get. Full plumbing, air conditioning for when it got hot, heaters for when it got cold, a large king size plush mattress complete with expensive feeling sheets and covers. And that was just the cabin. 

About a stone’s throw from where they were staying was a large beautiful lake, with water so clear Lassiter could almost see the bottom. 

The other cabins people were staying at were a decent distance from their own, close enough to see but not close enough to hear the inhabitants if they were inside. 

A paved road — not a gravel road — sat in front of the cabins, shuttle buses on speed dial on the rotary phone sitting on the bedside table inside, so that visitors wouldn’t have to waste their own cars’ gas to go to the dining hall, or the gift shop, or even the arcade (yes, this place had an arcade). 

Lassiter had always dreamed of going here one day. It was the perfect vacation spot for him and Shawn; fine dining, a beautiful view, activities the both of them would enjoy. 

But now was not the time for dreaming of a perfect vacation (although hopefully there’d be some time left for them to do so). Now was time for investigation. Or more aptly, chopping firewood, in Lassiter’s case. 

Before chopping another log, Lassiter stopped to reroll his sleeves that were slowly unraveling themselves. At the moment, all he was wearing was the button up he normally had on under his jacket, the pants to match said jacket, and his work shoes. He probably should’ve put a little more thought into his wardrobe. 

Too late. He’d committed and now he had to stick with it. Lassiter was just glad that Shawn was still unpacking inside. He was always self-conscious about his arms, how much of a stick he looked when he wasn’t wearing something loose — like his suit jacket. 

He looked at his biceps with disdain. It wasn’t like he was weak and couldn’t lift anything. His muscles just never showed unless he flexed them, hiding like some kind of sleeper agent, or whatever they were calling it nowadays. 

Whatever. So long as no one was here to see him make an idiot of himself trying to chop wood. Lassiter was eventually able to cut them into halves once he figured out a comfortable rhythm, but the start was just godawful. His first swing into the first log didn’t have enough weight behind it and was at an awkward angle, so it had bounced away from the wood and left only a small dent. His second swing was too strong and split right between the log and lodged itself into the chopping block. 

But he was better now, after cutting for what felt like hours, though realistically it had probably been thirty minutes. 

After placing another log down, Lassiter prepared to swing the ax once more when-

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Lassiter nearly jumped out of his skin. There, leaning against the door was none other than his boyfriend. From what he could see, it looked like Shawn made himself a mug of something warm, judging by the faint steam emanating from it. Tea? Coffee? Hot cocoa? Probably the latter, knowing his boyfriend’s taste for sweet things. 

Lassiter felt the tips of his ears warm, and he knew they’d gone red. “How long were you standing there for?” 

“Ah, time is irrelevant-”

“Shawn.” 

“At least ten minutes.”

Ten minutes. Ten minutes of just watching him swing an ax at wood. Lassiter had no clue what he looked like when he was cutting wood, but he was probably ridiculous. Shawn had probably seen every mistake he’d made. 

Lassiter turned back around, doing his best to ignore the way Shawn was staring at him and lifted the ax once more. He swung with precision and split the log neatly. “Don’t lie, Shawn.” He said, referring to what Shawn had said that startled him. “You know I hate it-”

“What? No no no! Carly, I’m being serious! Look, this is my serious face.”

He didn’t look, not wanting to see his boyfriend who was most likely holding back laughter. He didn’t say anything either, simply returning to the task at hand. Although now he knew he had an audience, which somehow made swinging an ax ten times harder than it was originally. 

There was quiet, uncharacteristic for Shawn. Only the crunching of dead leaves and the swish of grass told Lassiter that he was walking over to him. 

“Back up. I don’t want to accidentally hit you with the-”

“Carlton, look at me. Lemme see those baby blues.” 

At the use of his name, Lassiter turned his head to Shawn. The lack of a nickname and his tone told the detective that he really was being serious. 

And he was right. Lassiter couldn’t remember the last time the otherwise childish man looked this serious about something. He said nothing as he looked into Shawn’s eyes, grass green grounding him. He dropped the ax, a dull thud breaking the quiet. 

“I love all of you, Carly. Doesn’t matter how much you hate it, I look and see you. I don’t see flaws, I see the sexiest body a man could ask for.”

Lassiter couldn’t help the grin, or the tiny laugh that bubbled out at the last thing Shawn said. “Alright, if you say so.” 

“I do say so, and my word is law. You should know this by now, Carlytown.” Shawn stated matter-of-factly. 

This time, Lassiter let out a snort at his boyfriend’s statement. “Is that right?”

“It is.” 

“Mhm. By the way, did you finish unpacking our stuff?” If his calculations were correct, Shawn had taken all of twenty minutes. And from past experience Lassiter knew that it took him at least an hour to get everything perfectly situated for the both of them. 

“We can do that later, I know you have a specific way you like to have your toothbrush set up. Right now there’s a suspect somewhere that’s begging to get caught.” 

“I’m not sure any criminal actually wants to get caught.”

“Really? Because I’m sensing they’re at the arcade right now, writing a secret message in morse code at the game where you have to shoot down those rubber ducks.” 

“Are they, or do you just want to go play games?” 

“That’s neither here nor there. Point is, I’ve already called a shuttle to pick us up and take us to the main building. They should be here in about… five minutes?” 

Lassiter stared at him incredulously. “Five- five minutes? And you’re only telling me this now because why?” That just barely left him with enough time to get out of his sweaty button up and into something clean. It was just the arcade, but he’d prefer to go out without smelling weird in public. 

“Well, I would have told you earlier, but I just couldn’t stop watching you chop that wood. Seriously, Carly, you have no idea how hot you looked swinging that ax.”

“I- alright, fine. Could’ve used more warning time, but it’s fine. Where’d you put my clothes?” 

“In the dresser on the left of the bed, everything’s in the top drawer.”

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Notes: yeah yeah yeah, the name of the place they’re staying at is just a rip from the place I based it off of. Sue me. 

oh and the title is a lyric in C'mon Girl by Red Hot Chili Peppers, i couldn't come up with an actual title by myself, sorry

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[phantomofthehoepera]

Hi um idk if you still like repo but if you do gramber headcanons please

omg this activated me like a sleeper agent I'm so compelled by those two freaks god bless <333

I think to me the most important factor in their relationship is that it is so toxic in either direction, whenever I think abt them and whenever I do get to actually writing something for them some day I really loove the idea of graves having a real, severe debt to geneco. like we can all infer he has one but I want it concrete I want it on paper bc I just love the symmetry of both him and amber each having something they can dangle over the other's head

one thing I keep returning to over and over is the idea of them having been kind of aware of each other from a very young age like a personal favourite hc of mine is graves having a little baby celebrity crush on her in his youth it scratches my brain a lot. I feel like amber would have gotten on z pretty early like for sure in her teens and I like the idea of them sort of sticking with each other for ages even as they slowly start to kind of despise each other, like it's part whatever weird romance they have going on, part nostalgia and part just tradition if that makes sense?

also speaking of which I do think they hate each other like kind of obvious but I really can not have my gramber without a healthy dose of complete and utter mutual disdain. she finds him kind of repulsive, he thinks she's a personification of everything wrong with Society, etc like to me that is fundamental to what makes them fun and interesting <3

I do also have a bunch of post-movie thoughts but they're kind of like. completely incoherent. I think the shift in power dynamic with amber becoming ceo could be maybe the juiciest thing of all time bc it completely throws off the balance I mentioned at the beginning of the post and I can absolutely see it just decimating whatever relationship they have. like graves isn't playing an essential role in amber's zydrate use any more if she just like. owns the company that produces it, and it also means she would have a lot easier time just getting him gutted if she wants to and I'm SO compelled by it like I can just see a downwards spiral so clearly and I love it I want to chew on it

n ee way those are kind of some general thots anon thank you SO MUCH for asking I'm so obsessed w these two would love to talk abt them more like dm me I'm so serious I need to go gongaga over them so bad it's been so long

[pl4yingcards]

You said quirkyduo roleplay and I sleeper agent activated. No one talks about them they’re my Roman Empire. If you guys are comfortable can you info dump this to me /nf

OH MY GODS YES. YES. HI. I LOVE EXCUSES TO TALK ABOUT THIS RP AHGJK

(also holy fuck hi hello??? one of my favourite dsmp bloggers in my inbox whaT okay be cool be cool be chill)

ahem

so. so. so. right. so

(i'm sorry in advance for how long this ended up ToT i got excited)

this rp takes place in mooooostly canon dsmp, not long after Ranboo perished

in this instance, i play tubbo (i also play quackity dream and yogurt but they're not RELEVANT so we dont need to worry about them)

we've only managed to get one solid quirkyduo scene in thus far so i'll ramblke about that, but i also have our Plans that i can ramble about (i'll intersperse some screenshots of them too!)

so Revivebur is wandering the fuck around las nevadas, as one does, lurking and being a general fucking menace, as one does. enter Revivebur into the Tubburger joint

Tubbo tries really very hard actually to ignore him because "prime damnit i actually do need to talk to him but i dont WANNA" but eventually realizes this place is dead enough that he is GOing to have to

at this point, Wilbur doesn't, uh. he doesn't actually know that Ranboo is dead-

he's been busy carting children around to see Phil and trying to avoid his problems (Quackity) and everyone else is trying very hard to avoid him because he tends to bring problems wherever he goes, so he's not managed to catch wind of this news just yet

Tubbo, of course, is grieving. he's grieving hard. he doesn't really want to talk to his old boss or his husband's old.. boss, or whatever Wilbur had been to them. nor does he want to think about Ranboo right now. I mean, he's literally working to avoid thinking, c'mon Wilbur why do you have to ruin his plans like this

well, shit. Tubbo, you really are awful at hiding things. at least, you're awful at hiding this thing. now Wilbur KNOWs he is AWARE something is wrong, now you gotta talk about it

well. hm. now that's out of the bag, huh. good job, tubbo, look at you talking about your shit. great job keeping a cool head. there's absolutely nothing concerning about your demeanour right now

oh, did i ever mention what it actually is that tubbo needs to talk to wilbur about? we'll come back to that. you (the reader) can find out whenever wilbur does!

so the information is out now that ranboo is Fucking Dead, great! how does Wilbur react?

"i'm on the clock" is SUCH an excuse that he pulled out of his ass to avoid listening to wilbur. tubbo so does not want to talk to this guy right now. he's dodging the conversation SO hard

gods. oh my GODS am i normal about this section. tubbo listening so immediately to wilbur after all this time. all it took was the barest hint of the tone his old general used to take, and... obeying orders like the soldier he never stopped being

oh. a few things that are proooobably worth mentioning and may be confusing you (the reader)

my headcanons of tubbo are very involved in this rp, hence the swappage between he/him and they/them, because in this instance they are a he/they lad. ALSO about tubbo, he has a slight stutter in this portrayal due to. uh. nerve damage or something from the explosions. i haven't fleshed it out super far but yeah he does canonically have fine motor issues and also a stutter due to That

also, Wilbur got shot. long story, but the injury that's passively mentioned a few times in these screenshots is. that. he's healing fine, he'll be fine, but that did happen

prime above i need sleep. ANYWAY. back to the rambling!

two things. one: OW. i hurt my own emotions with this one. "the world doesn't stop for one man. even if tubbo's world did" hnhhhnhn yep im fine im good im normal about beeduo

alsoooo tubbo taking that passive wording? he KNOWS ranboo was killed. he knows it wasn't an accident. he's just not saying it "that Ranboo had been- ahem. Had died. That's it." AVOIDANCE. AVOIDING. AVOIDINGGGGG

the screenshots are gonna get a tiiiiiny bit less frequent from here on out because if i don't stop screenshotting literally Everything we're never going to get anywhere. there's still so much more Scene to get through before i'm done rambling about this

(however, if you (the reader) or anyone really would like to see the actual full scene without being cut up like it is for this post, i can see about posting full screenshots of it)

so, Wilbur does a little bit of pressing here to try to get Tubbo to Talk About His Issues. this doesn't... really work. he asks why the fuck Tubbo isn't on grief leave if he's grieving, Tubbo dodges the question, and he in fact dodges the question SO hard that he gets back to the original point, which is Michael

oh yeah, Michael is VERY relevant to this scene, did i mention that? yeah :D

gods im so normal about this duo. MOVING ON

Wilbur ends up Deciding that Tubbo is done working for tonight whether he likes it or not. a few threats later, they're in the back of the restaurant so Tubbo can close up shop properly

so, they go to the back of the restaurant, and Tubbo goes about closing up shop. cleaning the machines, etc etc

we do have a briiiiief mention of Quackity's.... cannibalism... thing.... but it gets glossed over pretty quickly because Tubbo doesn't actually know much about that. if he actually doesn't know he can't answer Wilbur's questions

so the question still stands : why does Tubbo need to talk to Wilbur?

well, the answer to that is that Wilbur knows piglins. his brother is a piglin, i mean, i would certainly hope he knows piglins

so Tubbo has questions. because damn it, he is not going to be a shitty parent to his son, not after he just lost a father, not after they just lost a third of their family. he'll be damned if he doesn't learn how to be a good parent to this boy. he's been trying his best, yeah, but fuuuuck this whole parenting thing is hard. especially because he is literally 17

did i mention that Tubbo is still a child?

my partner is now bullying me as i write this post for how long this post is getting

oh prime it's over 1000 words. okay. i should wrap this up. he's right to be bullying me

ANYWAY. Tubbo has questions. Wilbur also has questions, actually

ah. and then we get to this

Tubbo is fucking TIRED, dude. also, Wilbur figured out that Ranboo was Killed and didn't just Die. so much for hiding that, good job Tubbo

but yeah

Wilbur asks a couple questions about Michael, his habits, all that jazz. Tubbo answers them and also has a mini crisis about terminology ("zombie" is kiiiiinda an outdated term in this lore. its more of a curse? Tubbo has a Moment (haha tubbo moment) about if its a slur. its not)

eventually, they end up deciding that it would be best for Wilbur to come visit Tubbo and Michael for a few days, get a feel for Michael's mannerisms and learn how Tubbo has been parenting so he can give some pointers

:(

we're LEARNING. TUBBO IS LEARNING. he's actually very excited about this and by the way he has been bopping Michael so much ever since learning this. he didn't KNOW, man

the scene doesn't actually have that much else for me to ramble about? they plan properly for Wilbur to visit, and... now we're waiting!

unfortunately this is the only actual scene i've got to ramble at you about. Wilbur has been busy doing whatever Wilbur does, and Tubbo is... actually, Tubbo's in the prison right now-

that's a long story. that would be another post if we got into that one. he's FINE he's not imprisoned, he's visiting, but. yknow

but yeah!!!! that's my quirkyduo nonsense, i'm so sorry for how long this post got dear gods. hopefully you got your fill of infodumping though! i'm almost always happy to ramble about this roleplay honestly, so if there are anymore questions PLEASE feel free to send em my way, i love talking about my writing and most of my writing atp is for this roleplay

thank you for the ask :D

i hope this response was even remotely coherent, i've read this scene so many times i'm not actually sure how easy or difficult this was to follow

[roseworth]

as the only respectable jason fan i know of i have to ask: im genuinely curious this isnt haterism but he have any love interests who dont themselves have better love interests? because sure i can see jaykyle but then theres a nuclear bomb named connorkyle. same with jayrose and any number of other better rose ships involving women. and if anyone ever says the word jayroy around me it activates my sleeper agent programming and i blow them up with my bomb

he doesnt 👍 jason is a disease on everyone he interacts with 👍 which i think is partially because all bat characters are a disease on everyone they interact with bc people dont know how to behave when bats interact with non bats. but i think jason is worse than the others partially because he really only started positively interacting with non bats after the new52 so because of that hes associated with a lot of the worst mischaracterization </3 also because he was written by scott lobdell for way too long. but i do think jason should be quarantined from interacting with anyone else

honestly i think part of the appeal of him being acearo is that all his relationships are so terrible. like his only canon love interests have been (sort of) donna, artemis, and rose (and a few lobdell ocs that no one cares about). and jason/donna is so terrible that no one talks about it, and idk much about artemis outside of rhato but ive heard that jason/artemis relies on her being very out of character which is not surprising for lobdell. jason/rose is fine as it is but in terms of canon love interests eddie/rose is much better developed (and even hosun/rose is more interesting imo). and like you said even in terms of non canon relationships they usually fall apart when you pay attention to the other character. jason/roy is so terrible for roy and its painfully obvious that most people who like it have never read a roy comic pre52. and jason/kyle is my fav jason ship by far since. its the only one i actually like. but connorkyle is just so much better. to me there are completely different appeals with jaykyle vs connorkyle since jason and kyle cant stand each other and thats part of the reason it fucks, while connor and kyle are just best friends that get along really well so its a completely different type of relationship. but just surface level jaykyle will never have anything on connorkyle

and even just for jason, whenever hes in a relationship in canon it just feels wrong. that is not a man who has any interest in romance or sex i dont know why we're pretending he would do any of this. first of all hes bitchless second of all hes so acearo in my mind that it feels like hes lying every time he flirts with someone. that is a whole different person i know jason todd would never do that.

[ashley-slashley]

The Times You Fell in Love with Indiana Jones

ao3 link

chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

rating: M/mature

warnings: cussing, mention to previous sexual encounter with Indiana, mention of unprotected sex

word count: 1400

chapter 3: The one where the student body ships you with Indiana

     Marshall College, 1935

     It’s been a week or so since I first met my new colleague who has completely taken over my thoughts and adding fuel to my already quite active limbic system. It doesn’t help that, uh, he plowed me into his desk. We haven’t had time to really interact because we’re both busy with our respective classes. I’ve noticed that when my students are working on their assignments or taking a test and I have nothing to do, my mind wanders to that first encounter with Indiana. My lips curl into a smug grin as I let my thoughts consume me.

The way his hands felt on me.

The way his voice sounded.

The way he looked at me.

The way he felt inside me.

God, I need him again, and again, and again, and so on.

I slowly move my eyes towards the window facing the building Indiana teaches in. I wonder what suit he has on today. What subject he’s lecturing about. How I can’t wait to have him inside me again. What his cock looked like. How I could get him in bed with me. My need to have him empty himself inside me again. I began rubbing my thighs together at the thought.

     I was taken out of my trance by someone clearing their voice. I looked up to see one of my students, Carolyn, I think her name is, standing in front of my desk holding her paper close to her. “What can I do for you?” I asked, looking into her eyes. She asked if I’m ok considering that I don’t often smile, even if this is the, uh, third week of the semester, as well as the odd look I have in my eyes. She claimed that it’s almost as if my pupils became heart shaped like a Valentine. I’m sorry, what? Hopefully my perverted thoughts regarding my colleague aren’t visible. I don’t think any of my students are telepaths. She asked me if I’m in love. “Uhhh, not exactly.” I slowly looked towards the window. She cheerfully asked if I like someone then. What kind of students do I have? Granted, I’m thankful none of them are hostile or violent, but this is still really weird. Why does this girl want to know about my love life? Unless…

Nah, they can’t imply or get the impression I not only slept with a coworker but also have a massive crush on him. I mean, he and I haven’t really interacted since that day. No hard feelings, our schedules just haven’t really aligned to have anything happen. “You’re also blushing a lot when you’re not teaching the class” she stated. “Alright, yes, I like a guy. Other than that, it’s nobody’s business.” I responded firmly. As if I just said the secret word to a crowd of sleeper agents, my class looked up at me in unison. I heard a few giggles and some whispers.

I noticed the female students looking amongst each other with matching smug smiles. So I do teach telepaths, that’s new. “It’s Dr. Jones, isn’t it?” one of the girls, Lynda, I think, piped up. “You two would be so cute together!” another girl squealed. I can’t just dismiss class because they’re right, that would look suspicious. As long as they don’t know I got my guts rearranged by Indiana, we should be fine. Did that girl say he and I would look cute together? I don’t recall following a white rabbit into some absurdist bullshit world. “My relations with other staff members of this college is not of the concern of the student body, I do appreciate you all looking out for me.” I explained, hopefully that’ll get them off my back.

“So you do like him?” another student peeped, I laid my head in my hands. “Alright, fine. Yes, I do have a massive crush on Dr. Jones. Now will you all go back to your assignment?”

     The room went silent. Well, shit.

“WE NEED TO SET YOU TWO UP ON A DATE” one girl squealed. I slowly looked up, my entire class was giddy and grinning.

 I slowly looked up, my entire class was giddy and grinning. Little do they know about my previous interaction with Indiana. Oh god forbid they find out I got my guts rearranged by my colleague already. “What’s so funny?” Carolyn asked, “well, uh, Dr. Brody already introduced me to Dr. Jones” I explained. Wait, why am I telling them all this? Eh, whatever. “I swear to god, if any of you start pestering Dr. Brody about this hullabaloo, I will fail each and every single one of you for the semester” I said without blinking.

Granted, what exactly could Marcus do? He’s not in control of Indy. Maybe chuckle at the idea of Indiana having a crush on a colleague, but other than that, all he could really do is observe. He did seem really amused by the idea of introducing me to Indiana, and he did just rush off. Oh my god. I began laughing. “Technically speaking, I’ve already been set up with Dr. Jones.” I explained. My class and I absolutely lost it. Hysterically laughing like the audience at a Laurel and Hardy film.

The laughing was cut off by a knock.

I slowly looked towards the door.

It couldn’t be.

“Come in” I said, trying really hard not to laugh.

My students all smugly grinned in unison.

     “What can I do for you, Dr. Jones?” I politely asked with a smile on my face. I felt blood rushing to my face and my own grin forming. The man walked in, gave a confused look at my students, then looked at me. “May I speak to you in the hall for a moment?” he asked.

 “Sure!” I replied while getting up from my chair and walking towards the door. I could feel the gaze of a dozen or so college students burning into my back.

I stepped outside and closed the door. This is the first time I’ve looked in his eyes since I slept with him. “I was wondering” he began, slowly giving me a once over, gaze stopping twice for reasons before settling on my eyes. “If you’re busy this evening” Indiana smiled, I looked around as if I was contemplating my already empty schedule. “Nope. I’m absolutely free this evening, why do you ask?” I softly smile and brush some of my hair out of my face.

I felt one of his hands cradle one of my hands, oh how I missed this feeling. “Wanna go out for coffee with me and catch up?” he warmly asked, I could tell a very faint flush marking his face like a watercolor. God he’s so cute. “That sounds lovely, Dr. Jones. What time works out for you?” I couldn’t stop smiling. “How about 6? I’ll pick you up.” he too couldn’t stop smiling. I agreed with the arrangement. Indiana lifted my hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the top of it. “See you then, Indy”, he waved as he walked off.

When I walked back into my classroom, my students were silent and tense.

“I have a date tonight” I announced.

I was expecting the excited screeches of a horde of young women, but that didn’t happen. “WE DID IT!” one of my students cheered. “You better tell us about your date” another girl said. I heard comments about how am I going to dress, how am I going to do my hair, how am I going to do my makeup, what perfume am I going to wear, and other things you’d expect to hear in this context.

The knock on the door returned.

My class once again went silent.

I went back to the door, and there he was.

“May I help you, Dr. Jones?” I asked. He leaned into me, lips almost touching my ear.

“How about we just go to my place so we don’t run the risk of any of your students spying on us” he whispered. It felt great to hear his voice that close to me, “sounds wonderful” I kissed him on the cheek.

SNAP!

I looked behind me, and one of my students was holding a broken pencil. “Oops, my bad” she apologized.

Indiana took that as his cue to leave, not without throwing me a small smile.

This is going to be one interesting semester.

[brionysea]

Ted Wheeler + 'Language'

Season 1 Episode 1, The Vanishing of Will Byers

Nancy: So, me and Barb are gonna study at her house tonight. That's cool, right?

Karen: No. Not cool.

Nancy: What? Why not?

Karen: Why do you think? Am I speaking Chinese in this house? Until we know Will is okay, no one leaves.

Nancy: This is such bullshit!

Ted: Language.

Nancy: So we're under house arrest? Just because Mike's friend got lost on the way home from school doesn't mean I-

Mike: Wait, this is Will's fault?!

Karen: Nancy, take that back.

Nancy: No!

Mike: You're just pissed off because you wanna hang out with Steve!

[Nancy makes a 'shut up' face at Mike, who visibly realises that he said that in front of their parents.]

Ted, looking at Nancy: Steve?

Karen, addressing Nancy: Who is Steve?

Mike, committing: Her new boyfriend!

Nancy: You are such a douchebag, Mike!

Ted: Language!

Right away, we see what probably feels - to Nancy, and to me as well when I first noticed this - like a sexist double standard from Ted regarding his children swearing. Both Nancy and Mike swear in front of their parents, but only Nancy gets reprimanded - by her father, not her mother, who she later bonds with over being emotionally harmed by sexism (e.g. the policing of her thoughts, ideas, and language, as well as the routine undermining of her intelligence by police officers and coworkers).

We also see that Ted only caught the last word of what Mike said. He didn't listen. It's questionable whether he listened to Nancy either or just activated like a sleeper agent to 'Language!' her, but he at least nominally cares about his 15 year old daughter hanging out with some guy named Steve (even if it's in a patriarchal way; which isn't actually better, but these are the Wheelers, so appearance is everything). In contrast, it seems like Ted barely remembers that he has a son.

Season 2 Episode 5, Dig Dug

Dustin: Your line has been busy for over 2 hours, Mr. Wheeler. Do you realise this?

Ted: Oh, I do realise.

Dustin: Is Mike home?

Ted: No.

Dustin, feeling a little bit of hope die inside: No? Well, where the hell is he?

Ted, yelling into the house: Karen, where's our son?

Karen, on the phone: Will's!

Ted: Will's.

[Ted starts to close the door. Dustin continues the conversation.]

Dustin, sighing: No one's picking up there. Nancy. What about Nancy?

Ted: Karen, where's Nancy?

Karen: ALLY'S!

Ted: Ally's.

[Dustin rolls his eyes.]

Ted: Our children don't live here anymore. You didn't know that?

Dustin: Seriously?

Ted: Am I done here?

Dustin: Son of a bitch. You know, you're really no help at all, you know that?

[Dustin walks away, ending the conversation.]

Ted, leaning out of the doorway to call after him: Hey. Language!

First of all, iconic. Hilarious. Very high entertainment value. This family is so sad it's funny, and I will NEVER say that Dustin shouldn't get to menace Mike's shitty dad. That's practically his job as Mike's best friend.

It also shows that Ted notices when other people's sons swear, just not his own (it's especially poignant because Dustin doesn't even have a dad to compare Ted to, and he still knows this is bullshit). Once again, Ted misses one instance of bad language but catches the next one, which makes this seem like an intentional pattern/callback to the first scene.

Could you argue that it's Dustin, and it would be harder NOT to notice when he's swearing? Sure. But this is the second time this has happened. Season 1 Mike had a very strong personality too as he hadn't learned to shut up around his parents (and consequently everyone else) yet, so you could even make the same argument that it should be impossible to ignore him.

Dustin asks if Ted realises that his wife would rather spend 2 hours talking on the phone than talking to him, and Ted says that he does.

The communication block of Ted and Karen's loveless marriage also blocks Dustin's attempts to reach Mike.

The fact that both Nancy and Mike would rather be anywhere else than at home, and that their parents didn't catch Nancy's obvious lie about where she went, seems like a revelation to Dustin. By having Ted snarkily ask Dustin (who must be known as 'the know-it-all one' of Mike's friends) if he didn't know that, the scene doubles down on the implication that this is news to everybody outside of the Wheeler household but the standard within it.

Ted realises the reality of what his family situation is like, he'd just rather sit in the house doing nothing and talking to no one than attempting to fix it. Which is relatable, but maybe he shouldn't have gotten married and had children if he never wanted to talk to anyone.

There's also the angle that language is, you know, communication. Words. Saying how you feel, and asking for help when you want or need something. All things that children should be able to do with their parents, otherwise their emotional development and ability to exist as a person in the world will suffer for it. Nancy says in season 1 that despite Karen's claims otherwise, she isn't listening to her, and we see time and time again that none of the Wheelers care about what Mike has to say. Nancy and Mike are reprimanded and belittled, respectively, for their attempts to communicate.

[seeyouonsaturn]

MOAR bc I am curious about these too hehe<3

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? (of course I have to give you the song one!)

V - Which character do you relate to most?

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

ask game

This took so long bc I couldn't think of answers for half of them lmao rip. Idk why I always think I need great thought-out answers, like I can't just say "lmao idk" and move on 😔✌️

[ D ] A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

I can't think of any transformers pairings for this honestly. I'm not that big of a canon shipper and just feel neutral towards most ships, and the ones I do dislike I don't wish I liked.

However, if we talk every fandom, it's always been Ravenpaw x Barley warrior cats. It's popular and big and was just made canon in the comics, but I just never liked it. I'm sorry gays. I remember my first time reading the first warriors book when I was 9 years old, and even though that line apparently does not actually exist, I have a distinct memory of Barley being described as old when Firepaw first meets him. I know this is a false memory (I guess lmao) and he's not that much older than Raven, but I've never been able to shake it. He was just an old man in my mind the first time I read the books, and Raven was a child when they met. So the ship is just. Not for me. Even though in canon Barley is maybe a year or two older at most. Still a win for gays tho, congrats on canon gay cats!

[ F ] What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Mmmm actively? Maybe 3 years. My hyperfixations tend to fluctate, it's rare for me to be deeply into something for more than a few months at a time.

I never really leave a fandom though, the hyperfixation remains dormant until it is one day reawakened like a sleeper agent. I may return at any point. My first ever fandom special interest was Danny Phantom when I was 6 years old and I still love it lmao. It's just not at the front of my mind rn.

[ K ] What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

ZUKO my beautiful son he means so much to me.

As for Transformers, once again no specific onea come to mind.. I mean, of course some have arcs that go absolutely hard, but none that really stand out to me right now (though I bet I'm forgetting someone rip). Unless you count the arcs that only happen in my mind, because my headcanon arcs <3. Oh the things they could've been.

Fucking love Whirl's fucked up backstory tho oh fuck yes baby tell me MORE

[ O ] Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? (of course I have to give you the song one!)

answered here

[ V ] Which character do you relate to most?

answered here

[ W ] A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

I've had this ask in my drafts for weeks and I'm sure there's most definitely tropes that I hate. But every single time I look at this and try to think of them, my mind is empty like I've literally never heard of a single trope ever in my whole entire life.

Do fart jokes count though. Because I fucking hate fart jokes. I don't understand how they're funny to anyone over the age of 5. Why are adults putting them in media intended to be consumed by older children and other adults. Maybe I'm just too autistic to see the humor??

[ X ] A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

REDEEMED VILLAINS. I love a good redemption arc oughhh. Zuko definitely did things to me in my formative years. I'm a slut for a reformed villain. The GUILT! The feeling of not being good enough! Trying so hard anyway! It's delicious. Give me more former bad guys trying so hard to be good, I'm FERAL.

[ Y ] What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Fucking Brave Police J-Decker apparently lmao. I know absolutely nothing about that show except that there's a guy in there who's 100% made for me and I'm in love with him. Kagerou my darling.... in another life.... <3

[ethan-acfan]

Daniel Cross Anon here! I saw your answer. Good luck!

I've finally returned from camp and finished my testing so I'm here to info dump on Daniel Cross

first, a lot of the basic info that you might not find out from just the game is that he was part of the inner sanctum when he died. He was a master templar blah blah blah, anyway, here are all my theories about him

So in the 2nd comic, the fall, we see the Daniel was found on the street as a kid by a couple driving by, but in the one page we see on that, he is speaking Russian by that point and also severely bruised and beaten (busted lip, black eyes, bruises over his chest, legs, and arms etc) and the only reason we can see the bruises on his body is because he is in nothing but his underwear during autumn. So, my theory is that he had been raised as a very young child by the templars, either they had his parents killed after they realized his ancestor was Nikolai Orelov, or they got him out of the foster system and that was just a coincidence. Also, it's canon in the game that part of the templar brainwashing was them forcing him into the animus, so maybe he was being forced to relive his ancestor's life and that would explain him speaking Russian, but that also implies the Templars had the animus for a lot longer than said in the game

Now a bit of focus on that last part, now the animus was in production for a long time, but it probably hadn't become stable until recently, meaning that the templars probably forced Daniel, who was a CHILD at the time, into an unstable machine that horrendously fucked up his mental state. So badly to the point that when he was a fully grown adult and hadn't been in contact with the templars in years, he had gotten drunk at a bar and had a severe flash back so bad he lost it and started swinging a knife around screaming about the templars. All this to say that the proto-version of the animus they shoved him in fucked up his brain so badly that he was still having bleeding effects well into being an adult after years of not having access to the animus. He had been diagnosed as schizophrenic and was on medication, but the hallucinations were still terrible, enough so that on the next page, someone tries to grab him and he knocks them all out easily and it's one of my favorite panel's in this comic. But anyway, later on in the comic, he throws away his medicine and then has suck a sever bleeding effect, after just hours of not being on his meds, that he punched the cell leader in the face and ran out of his apartment, fully believing he was his ancestor going after some isu staff and then promptly passes out in Hannah's arms

Anyway, you know how he was a sleeper agent, yeah that shit AFFECTED him. In this comic he said that "it feels like there's something coiled deep inside me like a snake and it's waiting to get out." So I also believe that even though his sleeper agent side wasn't activated, it was still part of his instinct's, which makes sense why he immediately asked to see the mentor, before he even knew what was really going on. Like in the comic, he asked where he was and if he could speak to the manager which is fucking insane. And what's even funnier is a few years after his vision, he goes on a quest to find the mentor (because the voices told him to) and he ends up cleaning up his life and growing his hair out which was the worst thing he could do because it turned into a bleach blond bob that literally haunts me in my dreams but I digress. Then he gets kidnapped by the assassins brought to the mentor, and then the mentor gives him a hidden blade and accidently triggers his sleeper agent side and then gets killed by him, which his trigger words, funnily enough are, "You're very special" He has a whole breakdown, returns to abstergo and finally cuts his fucking hair oh thank god (I will add a picture at the end so you can see how bad it is, anyway more info dumping)

Since he knew where all of the assassin hideouts were since he had traveled to them all trying to find the mentor, he was the best asset for the templars and is why he was so efficient as a templar. But ofc the assassins knew this, so they started evacuating all of their facilities, except Hannah chose to stay behind and he killed her. He then went on to be the one to capture Desmond Miles, which considering Desmond didn't recognize him immediately, that implies that Cross was so good and so terrifying that he was able to get into Desmond's apartment, and then proceed to knock him out and bring him to abstergo without Desmond ever seeing him or waking up, which is fucking terrifying

Anyway, they key points from this long wall of text is that, 1. The templars put Daniel in an animus that was not ready which resulted in him having permeant bleeding effects for the rest of his life. 2. Daniel cross had a long hair bleach blond bob phase and it should be talked about more. 3. he was the one to capture Desmond Miles and bring him to Abstergo

Also, Karen!Daniel cross:

[mugsy]

Good god I haven’t actively posted any art for this fandom in forever. Ummmm hi I listened to Prison of Plastic again recently and it infected me with brain worms. Oops! Anyways I took those worms and decided to revamp an old ee oc of mine so: here’s Collin! I changed quite a bit about his whole backstory and aspects of his personality and now he feels more like a fleshed out and likeable character to me! Yay!

One aspect that used to exist for him was like. He was a childhood friend for Sylvie? Or smth? I decided to change that bc Sylvie would never have friends SO now it’s like. They’re basically strangers that went to the same school but they were in different classes and they didn’t really know each other? But they were both NERDS so they ended up getting compared every now and then. I think it’d be incredibly funny if Sylvie was specifically still holding a grudge over a time when he was like 7 and he lost the spelling bee by one (1) point cuz he got all flustered. And it’s like something that only resurfaces when he sees this guy’s face it’s like a sleeper agent awakening with the express purpose of acting so incredibly childish and petty over a loss from when he was a CHILD

Even funnier to me is the idea that Collin barely remembers this guy. Anyways here have a comic I spent an excessive amount of time on

[soopertiddies]

Did season 12 make you not like spencer :(

Thank you for the question, and also I'm gonna answer this with a love letter to reid and also the CM fandom.

Short answer, no, absolutely not. They could bring him back for evolution and absolutely butcher his character and I'd be LIVID (here's to hoping they do not do that) but I'd still love his character.

Long answer:

I'm really good at pretending the stupid choices they made for his character never happened.

He is my all-time favorite character. I saw revelations when I was 8 and watching television unsupervised and it scared the absolute hell out of me, but I loved Reid and part of the reason it scared me so much was because MGG acted the SHIT out of that episode.

And tbh, I think part of what makes spencer reid such a lovable character is MGG's acting. Even when they tried to 'alpha-tize' Spencer, MGG acted so well that you could still see the core traits that made Spencer himself. He was still just as compassionate, loyal, and he still wanted to see the best in people.

IDK what episode but there's this part after he gets out of prison and he tells a woman something like: There's this moment right after you wake up, where you forget everything that happened. And it's like your brain is trying to protect you.

It was so genuine and SUCH a spencer thing to say.

They have, no joke, screwed up almost every storyline Spencer has ever had.

I think it's part of the reason 'reid girlies' are so protective of him. But the best thing about this fandom, is that there's such great fan content. I've read fics that dwelled on: post-prison spencer, the fact that spencer's hatred for this father was more than abandoment- and that man was way more sinister, the walls spencer puts up, and etc.

And you can tell that the fandom knows and understands spencer more than the CM writers do. So, that alone, will make me always love Spencer.

Also, I was an autistic child in 'gifted programs' with the worst imposter syndrome you'll ever see. So... even if I'm in other fandoms my love for Reid will always lie deep inside of me like a sleeper agent waiting for an activation code.

[multiimistakes]

👓 Ashley "Ash" King / 25 / Aquarius 👓

■ The unhinged wine aunt friend. Typically the most responsible adult in the room but also the one who probably encouraged tom foolery in the first place.

■ The stereotypical ambivert. The guy everyone gets along with and who is always happy to hang and chat but who thrives in more quiet and intimate social groups. Often mistaken for a pure extrovert since he mostly hangs with the quiet introvert dweebs and has to default to being the more talkative/social one.

■ Lives in baseball caps and pullover sweaters and hoodies. Prefers the vintage graphic print ones from like the 90s but also loves a good ironic and shitpost one. Would also unironically wear that 'Women want me, Fish fear me' baseball cap. Aviators all day baybeee. Shorts in the summer and sometimes the winter. Man loves his shorts.

■ Ears are pierced but rarely wears anything in them.

■ New York born and raised. Accent as thick as he is. Big boy, 6'4.

■ Big and loud means people typically listen to him even though he really doesn't put forth any sort of 'leader' persona

■ Sleeper agent talented at baseball, pool, and darts. Can also hold his booze extremely well. Will hustle you in all of the above.

■ The unaware final boy. Born lucky with how he seems to just be able to dance around pitfalls and life threatening situations without even realizing it.

■ Did some college. Dropped out. Found out he's really good at managing people and doing business shit. More or less a social influencer manager now.

■ Somehow looks like the most trustworthy brown eyes, brown hair man and the most untrustworthy one at the same time.

■ Will bum a cigarette but doesn't actively smoke. If anything, prefers a nice cigar. Usually smacking on gum or mints or the odd toothpick.

■ If you fuck around with him, you will find out.

■ Vintage knife and lighter collections. Seeing them is oddly harder to unlock than his tragic backstory lore.

■ Sometimes you have to go through a dramatic twink death in high school to end up a hot adult.

■ Kinda giving Dodger from Oliver & Co.

■ Questionable flags include being way too excited about random bruises he gets or little injuries. Likes fire a lil' too much. And the knife collection, obvs.

[sillyguysss]

11, 18, and 49 for Genesis?

( from this ask game)

11.How did you “fall in love” with this character?

That's a harder question. It felt like when I first came onto Tumblr and saw fandom content for AGS some sleeper Agent part of me was activated.

18.Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Angst, I have to say that I love seeing Genesis be put trough situations, mostly because it plays well with his favourite traits of mine. I especially love situations that make Genesis be introperspective or otherwise push him to do something he might not do otherwise.

49.What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

His insecurities. I love how he presents as confident and big, but really all he wants is acknowledgment.

[four-color-words]

Okay, so. Thoughts on Charley, his resurrection, and the retcons...

The teal deer of this post is this -- I don't think a heel-turn, as presented in canon, makes much sense. But, with a different motivation, and a couple of changes to the plot, I think it could have made for a very emotionally impactful story.

This post is going to be long, so get a drink and settle in. And it's gonna get image-heavy, so I'm putting it under a break, to preserve your dashboards as much as I can.

With that warning (seriously, this thing is at least four pages long, I'm sure), let's go --

See, what we get in canon is this: Charley was a Titan, he was killed by the Wildebeest, and that seems to have been the end of this impact on the story. (The New Titans (1988) #72).

Image ID: the Wildebeest, a supervillain in horned, bestial armor, pins Charley to the ground, tightening a garotte around his neck. "...Now I should kill you," he says, "I should keep tightening this wire until there's no air left in your lungs..."

(page seven)

(Disclaimer: I haven't gotten to this arc yet. My Titans read is still sitting circa 1987; I skipped ahead when I first started looking into Charley some time back)

So, Charley dies, and then Slade and Dayton just sorta. Leave his body there on the rocks. Which feels... rude? But also, they don't really know this kid, and what would they even do with his corpse anyway?

I dunno. It doesn't feel ooc for either of them, but it does feel strange, if that makes any sense

Anyway, that seems to be the last we see of Charley-boy until 2005, when he finally reappears in Hawkman (2002) #37

Image ID: Charley Parker, in updated armor, makes a dramatic entrance that takes up the whole page. His wings are spread proudly behind him as he alights. The dialogue reads "Nope. The name's Golden Eagle!"

So... How did he come back? What's the story here? Well, let's hear Charley's version of events:

Image ID: While fighting Carter Hall, Charley says the following over the course of two pages: "My father was a hero... A credit to his race. But everyone betrayed him! My mother deceived him... And then his so-called loyal friends were next! Eventually, even the Thanagarian people turned their backs on him!" ... "He was once a hero to this world, fighting side-by-side with the Justice League!" ... "I'm talking about Fel Andar, my father! You and Katar Hol destroyed him!"

(Hawkman (2002) #45)

Which... Okay, he's Fel Andar's son. That's a surprise, but plausible. As part of his cover, Fel was married to a human woman. That's part of the retcon they made back in Hawkworld, where Fel was introduced. Sure, there's a lot of weird stuff in here about Fel being a hero, but that could just be a kid wanting to believe that his deadbeat dad wasn't a total asshole. Charley's not a reliable narrator. But then it gets convoluted:

Image ID: Charley continues his story: "My grandfather was Andar Nal, who in 1947 during a mission to study Earth with his brother Andar Pul, had fallen in love with a woman named Naomi O'Neill. A year later, they gave birth to my father, Fel Andar, and he was raised on Thanagar... unaware that he was a child of two worlds." ... "...My father was dispatched to Earth by the war council as a spy, to prepare for Thanagar's eventual invasion. Like his father before him, he fell in love with an Earth woman, Sharon Parker, my mother, and as part of his cover as a sleeper agent ... he married her. Soon after, they had a son. I was four years old when Thanagar called my father to active duty."

Holy exposition dump, Batman! The part where Fel is half human feels new (and unnecessary?) to me, but the rest of this checks out so far... Given the caveats I've mentioned. Charley wants to believe his parents loved one another. He wants to believe his parents loved him. Anyone would, really, so we can't blame him for that. But this is about where the story starts to fall apart:

"...He couldn't allow Thanagar to know he had fathered a child. In their eyes it would have compromised his loyalties. As a result, my mother was reprogrammed to believe she was Hawkwoman, while I was given up for adoption. When my mother discovered the truth, she vowed to expose my father to the world. Fel Andar had already made his choice between Earth and Thanagar. With her dying breath, she destroyed his legacy."

...Okay, that... Mostly fits with what I remember from Hawkworld...? I mean, the part where Fel genuinely loved Sharon doesn't, but again, unreliable narrator. But the part I don't understand is... How this is supposed to make Charley sympathize with his father, instead of his mother. This is a story that paints Fel Andar as an awful man who betrayed the woman he loved and his son, Charley, who is telling this story, for the sake of a government and a planet that destroyed his family. He sucks.

"By this time, my father had already proven himself as a hero here on Earth and wanted to stay, but you returned from Limbo with the JSA and ruined everything."

I call bullshit! This didn't fucking happen? Did I miss a comic somewhere? What would he even have been staying for, if he'd betrayed his wife, lost his son, and tried to help destroy the planet?? There's no goddamn way I can believe this guy:

Image ID: Fel Andar, his secrets revealed, fires a massive alien weapon at his faux wife, Sharon Parker, amidst a burning house. As he does so, he tells her "Die like the dog you are."

(Hawkworld (1990) #23, pg5)

...Had any reason to stay. I'll keep the less kind language off the post, but this man hated Earth and the humans that lived on it.

Ugh, whatever. Charley, please continue.

"My father fled to Thanagar where, by the grace of his lineage, he was imprisoned... But spared the death penalty. He escaped and returned to Earth twice after my mother's death. Once when he gave me the Golden Eagle armor. And once as I lay dying on the coast of Long Island." (Hawkman (2002) #45)

...And. That's it. That's all he says. We're supposed to believe a high-profile prisoner managed to escape twice? That he willingly came back to Earth? Saved his mostly-human son? A son he loved, and felt no shame over? That doesn't line up with anything else we've seen about Thanagar or Fel Andar himself. And really, a lot of things about Charley's story here don't make any sense when you start to tug on the threads. Let's wheel it back to Charley's pre-Crisis origins here for a moment -- the clearest origins we get for how and when he got that armor:

Image ID: Sixteen-year-old Charley Parker, dressed in a homemade Hawkman costume, is running around playing pretend. His narration reads: "I was jumping down some steps, pretending to fly... When all of a sudden..." The Charley in the flashback takes over then, with internal monologue. "Ohhh! Being zapped by something... Feel tingly all over!" The next panel, he's midflight, the costume turned real. The narration box reads: "The next startling moment found me soaring high into the sky -- as if I'd been doing it all my life!" Flashback-Charley continues his monologue: "Holy cow! My imitation wings... My hood... They're not a costume anymore...! They're real... Alive... Part of me! I look like a real golden eagle.... Fly like one!"

(Justice League of America (1960) #117)

We find out, as this story goes on, that one of Hawkman's villains -- aggrieved at Carter's absence -- has accidentally magically turned Charley's dorky larp into reality. But that's period-typical silliness. We don't really see him again 'til the formation of the Titans West in Teen Titans (1966) #50, where he mentions how he's gotten wings that will last beyond Matter Master's meddling:

Image ID: Charley, speaking to the other members of the Titans West, says "Yeah! I met the Justice League once -- And Hawkman gave me this set of wings -- But I never met you!"

...Heavily summarized, key details missing, but sure.

Now, this is all pre-Crisis! Normally, I'd just dismiss this as having nothing to do with post-Crisis canon, and leave it at that. Except... Charley and Carter clearly have some sort of connection. If they don't, then where the hell did this photo come from?

Image ID: Charley, at his desk, examines a photograph of his younger self standing with Carter. Both are smiling, and dressed as their alter-egos.

(Hawkman (2002) #42)

Charley himself gives a version of events, one that I had at first dismissed as a complete lie. It's several pages of giant panels, but the short version is this: Charley had a rough life, growing up in orphanages and foster homes. He didn't think he had much of a future, and in his depression, attempted suicide. Carter saved him, gave him a job at the museum, and ultimately took him on as a sidekick. This is also in the midst of him claiming Carter is his biological father, and that he got the Golden Eagle armor from Carter and Adam Strange (Hawkman (2002) #43). As parts of this story are later revealed to be a lie (in issue #45), we can't quite be sure which parts are true.

But some of it must be. On top of that photograph, we have this little anecdote of Dick's:

Image ID: a partial panel wherein Dick, as Nightwing, is speaking to Wally, as Flash. He says: "Flash, you were one of us. You know the worst thing you can do to the Titans is to show up unannounced. You used to hate it when Aquaman and Hawkman would knock on the tower door for an impromptu "cookout" -- We all knew they were just keeping tabs on Garth and Charley." Wally, regretful, admits: "I... I guess that did bug the hell out of us."

(Teen Titans (2003) #6)

I checked the publication dates, and this bit of dialogue was in place a whole year before Charley's return. Is it just Geoff Johns wanting to namedrop his blorbo? Probably. But it has consequences for the whole narrative they're presenting here. After all, Dick would have no reason to bring up Charley and Carter, unless this was a real thing that had happened. And Wally would have no reason to corroborate the story.

Image ID: a gif of Oprah Winfrey asking her unseen interviewee "So what is the truth?"

WELP, if we're gonna figure that out, maybe we should see what Carter has to say on the subject. I mean, if this kid was his sidekick, he ought to have known him, right? Had some kind of reaction to seeing him come back from the dead?

Image ID: Two sequential panels from Hawkman (2002) #38. Carter wakes up in a hospital bed. Charley comes into the room, dressed in a suit, coffee mug in hand. He greets Carter: "Carter, I'm so glad to see you up and moving around. How are you feeling?" Carter answers with a question: "Do we know each other?" Charley replies: "Kind of. My name is Charles Edmund Parker... Formerly Golden Eagle. I was a Teen Titan." In the following panel, Carter says "I heard that Golden Eagle died awhile back." Extraneous dialogue has been cut.

...Oooooor not. Yikes on bikes, this sounds bad. No matter how you slice it, Charley looked up to Carter. They had a bond, a relationship of some kind. One that's compared, in that tiny little anecdote, to the relationship between Garth and Arthur. Carter is implied to be a goddamn father figure to Charley. And... Carter doesn't even recognize him. Doesn't remember Charley's name, or his moniker. Shows no reaction to him being dead, or alive, or alive after being fucking dead.

It's goddamn tragic, the story this presents us with. Charley was a kid who was so unbearably lonely, so hungry for a family, for connection. And then, for a fraction of a moment, he thought he had it. He was a hero, a Titan! He had a mentor he could learn from, friends he could trust! He had a home! A family! Finally, he had somewhere to belong!

And then... He lost it. He was lured into a trap and left to die, alone, on the cold rocky shore. Forgotten, completely, by his friends, by his mentor, by everyone who he'd believed loved him. He had no one.

Who wouldn't want revenge, after that?! Who wouldn't be in pain?!

But is any of that brought up? Is any of that stated to be why Charley is seeking revenge on Carter? No. You know why Charley wants to kill Carter and take the Hawkman mantle?

"All Carter Hall did was loot Nth metal from a Thanagarian battleship that crashed on Earth centuries ago! His blood isn't pure! He has no claim to the uniform or understanding of what it signifies!"

(Hawkman (2002) #44)

...Bro, what? This doesn't make any goddamn sense. By Charley's own admission, he's mostly human. He doesn't have a leg to stand on in that extremely gross, racist argument. Besides that, Carter was the first Hawkman. Fel was a fake, Katar was a successor. If anybody gets to decide what it means to be Hawkman, it's Carter.

This is fucking dumb. You had a perfectly good, understandable, valid motivation right there. And you just... Dropped the ball to make Charley be a piece of shit for no reason. Why. Why do you do this to me. To me specifically.

I mean, sure, in his prior characterization, he could be a bit of an ass:

Image ID: Two panels, out of sequence, from a conversation between Charley and Garth. In the first, Charley comments: "I've got a summer house a few miles south." Garth replies: "I remember the party you threw when the old Titans disbanded. I don't think Donna's ever forgiven you for hiring that stripper." Charley laughs it off -- "Aahh, she was always uptight. She needed a laugh." In the second panel, Charley continues with his attitude: "Hey, I liked foes I could beat up with my right hand tied behind my back. Certainly made us look more impressive."

(The New Teen Titans (1988) #72)

...But he was a kid, somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one, nothing more or less. He had room and time to grow. We can see that, behind the jerk who's begging for a headlock, Charley's a loyal friend who doesn't hesitate to defend his friends:

Image ID: A closeup of Charley's panicked, angry face. He calls out: "Garth? Garth? Oh, my dear god." In the next panel, he swoops at Wildebeest, attacking from above. "If he's dead, you bast--" Wildebeest interrupts Charley: "Not my intention, bird-boy."

Unfortunately we don't have a whole lot of characterization for him post-Crisis, prior to his death. Aside from this, the most we really see of his character is him not getting along with Hawk (but who does?) and expressing that he's worn out in The New Titans (1988) #56 and doesn't wanna stick around while Lillith tries to revive Gnarrk. Neither of these things conflict with his pre-Crisis characterization, but they don't give us a strong sense of a whole character, either.

So, let's look at pre-Crisis canon, because that's most of what exists in terms of Charley's appearances. (At least what's listed on the wiki; if I'm missing stuff, let me know. It's a lot of comics to cover!) We can see that Charley struggles with asserting himself in his civilian life:

Image ID: A physically imposing man looms over Charley, working as a gas station attendant. The man growls: "Listen, punk -- I told ya $3 worth!" Charley protests: "But, sir -- I distinctly heard you say "fill 'er up"! You owe $12.45!"

In the rest of this sequence (Teen Titans (1966) #50), the man proceeds to bully Charley into letting him drive away without paying at all. His boss says this is the third time this has happened this week, and says he'll take it out of Charley's paycheck. Charley, sick of this mistreatment, quits. As he walks away, Charley says this isn't the first time he's been out of work, and expresses a desire to go back to being the Golden Eagle:

Image ID: Charley is seen from behind, walking away from the gas station. His internal monologue is as follows: "Well, scratch another job for Charlie Parker, boy nebbish! I guess I should start lookin' for a different way to earn bread -- but I'm not in the mood! I'd rather go home and do my Golden Eagle gig--!"

The implication here is that he doesn't associate being the Golden Eagle with profit or earning money. He's not a mercenary, so he's genuinely doing this out of a desire to do good. And maybe to exert a little bit of control over his life, take on a more confident persona. But that's hardly a villainous motivation, especially for a sixteen-year-old nerd who larped being a superhero. He started being a hero because he wanted to be like his idol, Hawkman (Justice League of America (1960) #116). This doesn't exactly conflict with the arrogant jerk we see just prior to Charley's death. Rather, it paints that as overcompensation. Charley is concerned with how impressive he and the other Titans come across, flaunts his "summer home," and hires a stripper for a party -- all because he's trying to look cool and confident, and hide crippling self-doubt.

He's not the asshole we see in Hawkman (2002). This characterization comes completely out of left field, to my mind. There's not the barest clue of it in anything Charley was in before now, pre- or post-Crisis.

So what would make sense, with that prior characterization in mind? Well, I've got an idea, but that might be for a different post. This thing is already a mile and a half long, and it's killing my browser and internet connection.

Either way, what we get in canon doesn't feel right to me. Maybe there's more in the Rann-Thanagar War arc that will explain the part about Fel's sudden and total change in characterization, but at present, I have a hard time buying it. I sincerely doubt they'll be able to make Charley's bullshit motives for this heel-turn make sense.

I really think Charley had the potential to be and do more than he got in canon. He got twisted into a sad facsimile of himself, a prop to make Carter look better. And it really breaks my heart, because I think this story could have been a huge turning point for Carter and the Hawks as a whole. But my thoughts and feelings on that are an essay in themselves, to be honest.

Anyway, that's the end of this for now. If you actually read this thing all the way to the end, I am absolutely shocked and flattered. Thank you for listening to me rant.