#the battle for brenda (?)

[its-to-the-death]

Battle of the Gingers Bracket D Round 1

Brenda Miller (Jackson's Diary) vs Orlam Brewbacher (Our Wonderland)

[yourstrulyelijah]

give it a day, and we’ll find out the answer of who belongs with @brenda-miller-forreal

[pathsofoak]

I have underestimated the potential of Brenda being the type to go all feral kitten in certain specific situations

[damnelves]

MY BROTHER / MY KILLER

"The King James Bible, Genesis 4 / "Black Leopard, Red Wolf" by Marlon James / "Car Crash" by Jenna Andersen / "Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanthi" by George Seferis (tr. by Edmund Keeley) / "You are Jeff" by Richard Siken (1) / "Brother" by The Rural Alberta Advantage / "A Brother named Gethsemane" by Natalie Diaz / "Succession" Script (1) / "You are Jeff" by Richard Siken (2) / "Cain Killing Abel" by Pietro Novelli / "The Death of Abel" by Gustave Doré (1866), recolored / "Lupa" by Matthew Nienow / Succession, S04 EP 10, "With Open Eyes" / "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult / “Mirror Traps” by Hera Lindsay Bird / post by tumblr user vampowers / "Antigone", tr. by Anne Carson / "6 ways to draw a circle" by tumblr user filmnoirsbian / "Succession" Script (2) / "Courage, Anxiety and Despair Watching The Battle" by James Sant (detail) / "The Plagues", Prince of Egypt, dir. by Brenda Chapman / untitled poem by tumblr user nathanielorion (1) / "After Abel" by Dante Émile / comment from tiktok / "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen / "For my unnamed brother" by Toi Derricotte / Succession screenshot / untitled, Sue Zhao / untitled poem by tumblr user nathanielorion (2)

[seoulzie]

a cat-astrophic interview

WHEREIN: beomgyu casually mentions he has a little one at home ..

彡 pairing: idol!beomgyu x gn!reader 彡 genre: lil crack & fluff! 彡 warnings: none!

SEUL SPEAKS! ✎ first fic! feedback nd reblogs are greatly appreciated! >< the cats name is miso kekeke

the fluorescent lights of the studio buzzed overhead, casting an artificial glow on beomgyu's face. he was on a talk show, the usual whirlwind of energy slightly dampened by the fatigue of a long day. the host, a bubbly woman with a contagious laugh, was wrapping up the interview.

"so, beomgyu-ssi," she chirped, leaning forward conspiratorially. "txt is known for being a group of close friends, practically family. but do you have a special someone waiting for you back home? maybe someone you take care of?"

the question caught beomgyu off guard. he hadn't prepared for anything beyond the usual questions about music and upcoming promotions. his mind flashed to the image of you sprawled on the couch that morning, hair a mess and eyes glued to a cartoon. a smile tugged at his lips.

"actually," he began, the playful glint returning to his eyes, "we do have a little one at home keeping things interesting."

the host gasped, a flurry of whispers rippling through the studio. staff wondering what the hell was going on. the host's eyes widened. "a little one? beomgyu, are you...?"

"being a dad?" beomgyu finished her sentence with a laugh, enjoying the delightful chaos he was unknowingly unleashing. "not quite! but it definitely feels like it sometimes."

he then proceeded to launch into an elaborate, albeit slightly exaggerated, tale about the trials and tribulations of co-parenting your "little one." he described epic battles over spilled milk (courtesy of miso’s playful swats at his morning cereal), late-night diaper changes (which, of course, involved wrestling a wriggling cat into a new catnip-filled toy), and the constant struggle to maintain a balance of order in your "messy" household.

with each embellished detail, the host, clearly flustered but trying to maintain her composure, peppered him with questions. beomgyu, ever the performer, reveled in the attention, completely oblivious to the potential social media firestorm he was igniting.

▹ time skip

beomgyu bounced into the living room, post-interview glow radiating from him. you were sprawled on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn precariously balanced on your lap, engrossed in a reality show marathon.

"did you see the interview?" beomgyu chirped, collapsing dramatically onto the other end of the couch.

"nope," you mumbled, eyes glued to the screen. "busy catching up on the drama between brenda and tatiana."

he chuckled, that adorable crinkling of his eyes you loved so much. "well, you're in for a surprise then."

finally tearing your gaze away from the tv, you raised an eyebrow. "hit me."

"they asked about life at home," beomgyu began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "and i, being the honest guy i am, mentioned how much fun it is taking care of our little one."

your heart skipped a beat. "little one?" you echoed, a cold dread settling in your stomach.

"yeah!" beomgyu exclaimed, oblivious to your growing panic. "taking care of miso is, like, the best part of my day. she;s such a messy eater, though. catnip everywhere!"

relief flooded your system, momentarily drowning out the rising tide of amusement. "beomgyu," you said, trying to keep a straight face, "our cat is not our child."

beomgyu's smile faltered slightly. "cat?"

you burst out laughing, the tension dissolving. beomgyu, ever the endearingly dramatic soul, looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.

"don't worry," you reassured him, wiping a tear from your eye. "just imagine the headlines tomorrow: 'txt's beomgyu secretly has a love child!' the internet will melt down."

beomgyu groaned, burying his face in a cushion. "this is why i shouldn't do interviews without my members."

the next few hours were a whirlwind of laughter, exasperation, and panicked scrolling through social media. the internet, as you predicted, had gone into meltdown mode. fan theories ranged from a secret marriage to a hidden child Beomgyu had somehow kept under wraps.

when things settled down, a new hashtag, "#BeomgyuIsADad," was trending worldwide. you and beomgyu, snuggled on the couch with a very confused-looking miso curled up between you, couldn't help but laugh.

as beomgyu sleepily mumbled apologies into your hair, you knew this was just another story to add to your collection of endearingly chaotic beomgyu memories.

© 2024 seoulzie

[mssorceressupreme]

hiii, i really love your minho ficc, its just so good 😭. and i wonder if i could make a request? anw, im sorry for my bad english 🫠

it's minho x fem reader, when the reader is her gf and the one who caught the flare instead of newt when trying to save him from wicked

hiii thank you bae 🥹🫶🏼 of course, I’m delighted to write this for you!! I wasn’t sure if you wanted said reader to live or die for this but for the sake of a happy ending I’ll make a her live LMAOO but I’ll still make it angsty-ish?

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Lose You

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: in which you caught the flare, and Minho will do anything not to lose you.

Warnings: mentions of blood, collapsing, injuries and explosions

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The Last city was chaos—fire and smoke filled the air, the deafening sounds of battle surrounded you. You clung to consciousness, your vision blurring as you fled WCKD’s facility.

Thomas, Newt and Gally were ahead, their figures barely visible through the haze, but Minho stood right beside you, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring.

“Keep moving guys!” Thomas shouted over his shoulder, though he paid a little more attention to you as he knew about your condition. Minho on the other hand, was oblivious.

You guys had just escaped the facility, no way were you going to break the news to him so soon. Especially since you knew that he would hate himself for not being able to keep you safe given his protective nature.

You nodded, trying to keep up with Thomas, but each step felt like a monumental effort. The adrenaline that had fuelled your rescue mission was fading, replaced by a deep, gnawing fatigue.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. The world around you spun, and your injuries from fighting the WCKD soldiers previously were worsening.

The boys came to a halt and the five of you stopped behind a pillar, shielding yourselves from the gunfires and erupting explosions temporarily.

“We’re almost there, just need to wait for a clear coast.” Gally affirmed, glancing to you swiftly to check if you were alright.

You gasped, inhaling for air, before your legs gave in, “Minho…” you weakly called out.

Minho caught you in his arms to stop your fall, gently stroking your head, “Y/N!” His voice was frantic while he held you upright.

You tried to speak to reassure him, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you looked up at him, your vision dimming and saw the panic in his eyes.

You felt your chest tightening and your lungs closing in on you, breathing was a struggle but you continued panting and gasping for air and coughing.

Minho was saying something but you found it hard to focus. All you could see was the way his face twisted in fear and concern.

Another bomb exploded near you, causing the five of you to stumble.

“Stay low guys!” Newt yelled out, “Don’t breathe in the smoke!”

“Y/N stay with me,” Minho begged, while sitting on the floor to get a firmer grip of you, while you rested in his lap. Thomas helped lower you down to prevent you from getting injured further.

Minho glanced down at your arm, and his eyes widened in horror.

You followed his gaze and saw the dark, web-like veins spreading all over your arm. Your heart sank as you realised how quickly the virus had spread, you felt that your chances of surviving were now slim.

“No,” Minho whispered, his voice trembling, “No, no, no….”

“Minho…” You managed to choke out.

He lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “We’re going to get you out of here,” he assured, “I’m not losing you, do you hear me? I’m not losing you!”

Newt came to check up on you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “Brenda has the serum, we’ve got to get to her now!”

“How long has she been like this?…” Minho whispered to Newt, not wanting me to hear.

Thomas answered before Newt, “She’ll be alright, let’s just get her to the serum. She’ll be okay Minho.” He put his arm on Minho’s shoulder as a form of consolation.

“We need to move now!” Gally commanded, helping you up from Minho’s lap.

“I’ll carry her! You guys cover me!” Minho shouted, while picking you up bridal style, holding you closely to his chest.

The battle raged around you, but Minho moved with a single-minded focus, dodging gunfire and explosions. You could feel his heart pounding against you, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

Thomas and Newt reappeared, “How is she holding up?”

You were still breathing heavily and rapidly, gasping for every bit of oxygen.

Minho lifted your sleeve, “It’s spreading like wildfire…” his voice wavering slightly.

“We need to get her to the Berg now.” Thomas firmly said, loading up his gun before running through the battling city again.

As Minho ran, you could feel your consciousness slipping. The edges of your vision darkened and your body felt heavier with each passing second. You tried to keep your eyes open, to stay focused, but the flare was growing stronger, darkening your mind.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” He whispered, “Stay with me baby.”

Just then, your mind became total blackness.

A violent shudder wracked your body, a guttural growl escaped your lips. Your limbs twisted in unnatural angles, feeling an overwhelming urge to lash out. The world around you turned red and you shoved Minho with inhuman strength, causing him to drop you from his arms.

“Y/N, NO!” Minho shouted, voice filled with horror and desperation.

You growled at him again, black blood dripping from your mouth. Eyes bloodshot, veins popping out from your neck and arms.

You then lunged at Minho, nails sharp, a snarl escaping your lips. Your mind screamed at your body to stop, but the flare had taken over, turning you into a crank.

Minho dodged the attacks, eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and pleas, “Y/N! It’s me, Minho!”

You ignored him and continued to attack, trying to lunge at him with a knife.

“Gally, Thomas, Newt! Run ahead and get the serum from Brenda now!” Minho shouted, the other three fleeing as a result.

“I’m not fighting you! I refuse to!” He yelled, dodging every hit.

“Y/N, fight it!” He pleaded, dodging yet another swipe.

“I can’t…” the human side of you managed to whisper, before the flare occupied your mind again.

“I know you’re in there. Fight it!” He managed to pin you down, being on top of you.

Your body moved on its own, a primal urge to destroy and fight everything in your path. Minho blocked your attacks, eyes filled with tears.

Minutes felt like hours as you fought, each movement filled with pain and sorrow. Just when you thought you would lose yourself completely, you heard footsteps approaching.

Thomas appeared clutching the serum, ��Catch!” He tossed it to Minho.

Thomas threw the serum to Minho. With one last sorrowful look at you, he plunged the needle into your arm. The effect was immediate.

The red haze lifted, and your body went limp. Darkness consumed you and you collapsed into Minho’s arms. Total darkness.

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You slowly opened your eyes, the chaos was gone. You sat up and checked your surroundings, to your surprise, you were lying in the Berg, its engines humming softly. There were around 30 kids here, along with your fellow gladers.

Minho sat beside you, his hand clasped tightly around yours.

“Minho?” You croaked, your voice weak.

His eyes snapped to yours, relief flooding his face. “Y/N! You’re awake!!”

“I…I thought I lost you.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face, “I had a dream we fought and…oh, I’m so sorry…”

He pulled you into his arms, “It’s alright baby. You’re safe now,” he said, “We’re heading to the Safe Haven. We made it.”

You smiled weakly, heart swelling with love and relief, “I love you, Minho.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

As the Berg soared through the sky, you knew you had a long road ahead, but with Minho by your side, you felt ready to take on the next challenge. Together, you would find a way to survive and build a new life in the Safe Haven.

[bullet-prooflove]

5000 Follower Celebration: Field of Daisies - Mitch Ripley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @spaghettificationandpretzels @mini-bee-bee @mandy426 @jareaulamontagnes

Companion piece to:

Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Therapy Sessions - Mitch talks through his issues with his counsellor.

Hollow - Mitch returns home to an empty house.

Swings - Mitch steps up when you recieve some life changing news.

Don't Hold Back - You struggle after spending the night with Mitch.

It’s two days later that Mitch turns up on your parent’s doorstep. You answer the door half asleep because you got off shift twelve hours ago and there’s a deep set exhaustion inside of you that has nothing to do with physicality and everything to do with the mess inside your head.

“Put on some sneakers.” He says, tucking his hands into the light blue windbreaker you’re wearing. “We’re going running.”

“You gave up the right to tell me what to do when you served me with separation paperwork.” You remind him, your temple coming to rest on the door and his jaw tenses as he looks down the street for a second.

“I deserved that.” He says before he tilts his head towards you. “But I’ve been where you are right now Marley and it’s a really dark fucking place. Trust me this helps.”

He doesn’t flinch when he meets your gaze and you sigh before you retreat into the house and step into your running shoes before snatching up your jacket, headphones and phone.

“Fine but I’m listening to my Yellowstone playlist.” You tell him as you place the earbuds in your ears.

“Sure.” He says as he takes out his own matching set.

It takes the two of you a second to sync your phones to the Bluetooth before Mitch takes off, leaving you to follow his lead. It’s a new route, one you don’t recognise until you end up running along the lake with Mitch by your side. He’s slowed his step to keep pace with you, his skin is flushed from the exertion and the cold as he draws to a halt underneath the railway bridge.

“I wanted to show you this.” He says as he gestures at the graffiti art sprayed onto the wall.

It’s a Brenda Barnum piece, a mural of white daisies painted onto the concrete amidst yellow and green hues and it makes something inside of you light up the way it always does when you see something of hers.

You’d always been a weird kid, perfect on the surface but with an oddness underneath. You didn’t like the same things as other kids, you liked quirky things, vivid colours and shit that challenged your thinking. There was always a battle to conform and you had because it made life easy but you never really felt like you fit. You’d lived with that feeling for years, thinking there was something wrong with you until you saw one of Brenda Barnum’s paintings and in that moment you realised that you didn’t have to hide yourself, you could be exactly who you wanted to be.

You’d told this to Mitch when you’d taken him to an exhibition in the early stages of the relationship, you’d explained how each painting made you feel like you’d been seen, like someone had taken the thoughts out of your head and committed them to canvas.

When he’d finished renovating the house, he’d put a framed museum print of ‘Purple Firecracker’ on the wall above your bed because he knew how much you loved the piece.

“I know you feel displaced right now.” He tells you as he leans back against the concrete pillar. “That you don’t know which way is up but I thought this could be your anchor point, a reminder of who you are underneath the rest of the shit that’s going on in your head.”

Your chest grows tight as you stare at the colours, the vividness, the complexity and in that moment everything just quietens.

“Thank you.” You say finally because you’ve been on the edge ever since you got your diagnosis and this is the first time you’ve actually allowed yourself to take a breath, to step back from the abyss that threatens to swallow you up.

“I mean it.” You say as you tilt your head towards him and his cheeks start to colour. “Thank you Mitch, for bringing me here, for reminding me I’m stronger than this.”

“You’re the toughest person I know Marley.” He tells you as he pushes off the pillar. “You just needed to find yourself again.”

“Yea.” You say, your gaze straying back to the artwork in front of you. “Yea I did.”

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[arecaceae175]

So I know your autistic Wild (my beloved) has Brenda and Brenda the second for soft friends, does he have any other soft friends?

Do you have any autistic or other neruodivergent head canons for the other Links? (Even if it's just what kinds of things you think they might have for special interests)

OOOOOO wonderful questions!!!!! Authenticity Wild my beloved

He has SO MANY soft friends. I also imagine Flora has a lot too, especially ones with scented things inside- they help her feel grounded when she dissociates or is remembering things related to the Calamity. Their beds in their house (separate beds in the same room on the loft) and their couch are just filled with soft friends. None are as special as the Brenda’s, of course.

I think each culture throughout Hyrule would have a different kind of most common toy and most common stuffed toy. Once everyone figured out how much Wild loves soft friends, they always gifted him one when he helped out the town. Wild loves this so much. The first time it happened he cried from overwhelming emotions of happy and grateful and feeling loved and appreciated.

Other link stuff below :D

I definitely like to imagine all of the Links as neurodivergent. When I have them rotating in my head I like to give them different diagnoses to ✨spice things up✨ and get more diversity in there. Here are the ones I usually give to each Link:

Sky: autism, dyspraxia, dysgraphia, dyslexia

^there is a series I follow of Sky with epilepsy, and I also really love that headcanon

Time: autism, Tourette’s syndrome

Twilight: depression and anxiety disorders

Wind: Down syndrome

Alternatively for Wind: FASD

Wild: autism

Hyrule: ADHD, CPTSD

Four: synesthesia, OCD, sometimes DID

Legend: borderline personality disorder

Warriors: PTSD, anxiety disorder

When I have them as all autistic, here are what I imagine their special interests are:

Time: masks (as a child, not so much anymore), cows, had memorized every dad joke to ever exist

Sky: bugs and birds :). In Skyloft birds was mainly just Loftwings, but then when he discovered all the birds on the surface it became all birds. He single-handedly catalogues and describes all the surface birds.

Warriors: battle strategizing, sewing

Wind: sailing, pirates, also characters from a storybook his Grandma used to read to him and Ayrll every single night (at Wind's insistence)

Wild: cooking, horses, cataloguing plants in the sheikah slate

Legend: magical items, jewelry (jewelry with magical properties are the COOLEST SHIT)

Hyrule: biology/anatomy, and there's a series of books they once found in an abandoned town that they LOVE. Books are hard to come by in their era so those are their absolute most prized possession

Twilight: goats, wolves. He knows every. Single. Fact.

Four: clocks, tools. Four wants collect every tool in existence, and wants to know exactly what it does. Especially blacksmithing tools, bc Four also really likes blacksmithing

[toby-du-coeur]

incomplete list of ways movie!newt could've survived, because

im rewatching tdc and i honestly can't take it and am gonna chew through my own arm in his memory

NEWT DOESN'T TURN

mary makes some extra serum for brenda for the road, & so they have it when newt is infected

since lawrence is gonna sacrifice himself anyway, gally gets the remainder of his serum from him in exchange for breaking into wckd, buying newt time

instead of getting drunk and wandering the halls she is IN CHARGE OF, ava kills janson or does anything else to thwart him & help the kids

there's some serum they're currently running tests on that's outside the vault, and they take a detour sometime in the minho-rescue to get some

gally deep enraged breaths gally takes the fucking serum with him, when he runs from brenda & the kids to go bring thominewt back

thomas kisses him and they cuddle a lot during all the shenanigans. this makes newt less stressed, buying time 😊😊😊

or. hear me out. xanax

during the battle, wckd captures thominewtally and takes them to teresa and ava, who make the serum and cure newt. then they break out

they continue talking to brenda through the walkie-talkie, and when the berg flies over them, they drop down a hook and pick the boys up. since we all know wckd has stormtrooper aim, they make it. and then maybe they pick up teresa from some rooftop

IF NEWT TURNS

thomas [sometime during wckd training, runner training, or vince] has learnt the fireman's carry and is able to carry newt faster and also like.. just let him gnaw on him or whatever if he starts to turn, or knock him out real quick

thomas hears teresa say 'it's your blood,' immediately cuts himself and newt open and does some kind of blood brothers thing, which.. at least shocks newt's system enough that the serum arrives. and then thomas is lowkey bleeding out but newt is back to sanity & sarcasm enough to finish things off

thomas knocks newt out with the gun or like shoots him in the leg, buying time

they've picked up one of those stun serum thingies like janson uses, and use it on newt

thomas sticks the serum in newt in desperation and rage after he's just been knifed, bella cullen style {with plenty of those squishy stabby noises like in breaking dawn} and he comes back to life

[and after that, as teresa's done her same speech over the intercom, newt is reasonable with him so they get thomas' sweet sweet cure blood as well]

they get some serum to newt and escape to the safe haven. teresa and that bit of serum from the napkin survive. newt stays v e r y c a l m and slowly deteriorates for months, living on the bag of serum and their half-botched attempts to make more. and then teresa shows up 😘

teresa doesn't survive, but thomas keeps newt alive with the extra serum until he manages to make a working cure out of sheer grit and bloodloss and memories of wckd, because he loves newt to the point of invention

and the one that i half-genuinely see in the canon film:

the knife misses his heart. {they LITERALLY do not pull the knife out, check for a heartbeat or touch him in any way, it's insane}. the thomas-blood-knife + newt's undying love [*] resurrect him. he battles his way to the safe haven and they can give him that vial of the cure that thomas is left just holding like a loose end <3

[*plus some faint multidimensional influence of the dashner canon that newt apparently IS the cure, which.. afaik how immunity/cure works is that your body produces enzymes that fight it off FOR YOU and therefore can be transferred to fight it off for others.. so what kinda shuck sense does t h a t make]

[its-to-the-death]

Battle of the Gingers Bracket D Round 2

Lotte Jansson (Little Witch Academia) vs Brenda Miller (Jackson's Diary)

[lowkeyrobin]

can i pls have brenda(tmr) x fem reader pls🙏🙏 it could be anything i just want some brenda content😭😭

YES YWS YES YES YES OH MY FYCKING GOD YES PLEASE TELL ME J REACHED THE MAZE RUNNER FANDOM OMG ; also I only do gn readers but I don't think I mentioned any pronouns and kept it all relatively up to interpretation so 🙏 ; thank you so much for requesting, hope you enjoy!!!

BRENDA ; the last city

summary ; a little snippet of taking down WCKD with your friends

warnings ; language, stupid dad-milk joke, blood, knives, guns, & police brutality

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

Storming WCKD was a tricky battle, consisting of hours of planning and waiting for the right time. If anything went wrong and you didn't act fast enough, you could've all been killed. Hell, even getting into the city was a trouble in itself, considering the Cranks in the tunnel nearly killed you all haven't Brenda and Jorge have followed you, Newt, Thomas, and Fry all the way there.

The mission was to save Minho, and all the kids they were torturing and killing in their hands for a cure that didn't exist. The sub-mission was also to destroy WCKD for good, kill Janson and Paige, and probably Teresa, too, considering she'd betrayed you all at the Right Arm and helped imprison your friends. You still felt bad for her. She just wanted to help, but she went the wrong way with doing so, she didn't really deserve to die like her peers.

You only had one sense of reassurance if you didn't get to return home and go to the Safe Haven, that Aris, Harriet, Sonya, and many other kids used and abused by WCKD, were currently safe. Thomas would make sure he and the others and the kids you retrieved would be okay as well. You just weren't sure about yourself being okay.

You stand down at the bus that you and Brenda had broken into, waiting for the guys to bring down a class sized amount of children to the lowest level of the parking garage. The plan was simple, get out into the city, get Fry's attention with a flare when in position, use the crane, and get back over the wall with the kids in one piece, the bus, however, that wasn't exactly known yet. No one was trying to test run dropping a bus from a hundred or so feet in the air with a crane, but Jorge reassured you'd be fine and to just hang on tight.

You finally see the mass of children headed your way, led by Gally, which Brenda directs into the bus while you get it started. Once Brenda sits down in the driver's seat, you standing next to her, she yells for everyone to duck, seeing two WCKD guards armed with guns headed your way, probably looking for you. You crouch down onto the floor as she slides down in the seat, hiding behind the wheel and dash.

She turns down to you, whispering. "Hang on"

You quickly grab onto the handle bar next to the stairs, and look back at the kids as she nods.

You whisper shout to them, sternness in your voice. "Hold on!"

Brenda slams on the gas, powering the bus towards the two armed men as she sits up. You hear two thumps against the metal vehicle and cringe a bit, feeling slightly bad for the guys she probably just killed.

She speeds out of the parking garage and onto the street, a few police cars now chasing the bus. You stand on your knees, looking up past the dash in front of you, acting as her eyes behind as she drives recklessly through the city. Tires screech and the kids yelp and gasp as Brenda drives like a psycho, like she was still driving a side by side back in the scorch.

You're eventually stopped and cornered, luckily in position. The two of you are ordered to step out with your hands up, and you comply, making sure to tell the kids, no older than twelve or thirteen, to stay put.

"Hands in the air! Drop your weapons"

You comply, dropping whatever knives and guns you had, except the flare gun, in Brenda's possession.

"I said drop your weapons!" One of the officers points their bulky gun at you, making you jump out of your skin. You had your fair share of being threatened with weapons, but you actually dropped your shit, there was no reason for this.

"I did?" You furrow your brows and look to Brenda, confused.

The next few moments are a blur, but you end up on the ground, pinned down by one of the men, a gun jammed into your back. You felt your skull bounce off the concrete beneath you, and your hands roughly being pulled behind your back. You try to fight back, maybe not the best of ideas, but this man was on top of you for no reason, and you felt dizzy and weak, unknowing to how hard you possibly hit your head.

Brenda yells before quickly kicking the officer in the face, serving him an uppercut with her boot. She pulls the flare gun out of the inside pocket in her jacket, and shoots the red light up into the dark sky, alerting Frypan.

You, in an act of panic, shoot back at the officers as Brenda hooks the grapple hook to the back bumper of the bus. She pulls you in with her, closing the doors, instructing the kids to duck down in case they shot at the windows. Then, the flight to Heaven began.

A very chaotic and painful ride to Heaven, and back down, that is.

Your head was bleeding a bit from the impact with the concrete, and your hands were clammy and you saw black dots all around. But, you'd endured worse, you'd live, it wasn't a major problem.

"Hold on tight!' Brenda shouts as the bus begins to soar through the air, sitting at a zero degree angle.

You sit in the front seat behind Brenda, feet tightly pushing against the seat, two kids around the age of ten hiding in your arms.

"Brenda, if we die, I'm going after Thomas. You take Jorge because he's your dad, not mine!" You shout, breathing heavily as you look out the window, the height off the ground scaring you worse than it was scaring the kids.

You hear a little chuckle escape her lips, though she comes in touch with Fry over the walkies, talking frantically considering the whole plan situation. This couldn't go any quicker, could it? It felt like you were sitting midair for tens of thousands of years, the milliseconds dragged on like hours.

You hear the bumper begin to creak and snap, signifying the weight couldn't be held up much longer.

"Brenda!" You yelp, feeling the slight push of the bus falling out of grip of the hook.

"Just hang on tight!" She shouts back, bracing for impact as the bus reaches outside the city's walls.

You pull the two kids under your arms a little closer, squeezing your eyes shut.

You feel the back bumper snap one last time, releasing the bus from the air, gravity pulling the 20-ton automobile back to the ground. The kids scream and yell out of fear as the bus plummets to the hard ground below, nose first.

You hear the front windshield crack and break, the engine crushing as well. The bus completely shuts down, then falls back with a bounce, standing on four wheels again. You feel yourself shaking a bit, eyes still shut tight as Brenda stands up.

You open your eyes carefully, releasing the two kids from your death-grip. You felt like you could puke at any moment, either between the stress of the bus flying through air or the concussion you probably just got two minutes ago.

Brenda leads the kids out of the bus, waiting for you as you hold the back of your head, feeling your brain pulse in your ears as blood smears onto your fingertips.

You look up at her as she looks down at you, still seated, with concern.

"I'm gonna be totally honest, that was pretty cool" You speak with a crooked smile.

She rolls her eyes with a light smile, stretching out a hand for you to grab. "Come on, dork, don't act like I didn't hear you screaming behind me"

You take her hand with a sly smile, following her out the bus.

"We're going to confront Dad about the milk, kiddos, let's go!"

[bulkyphrase]

Fluffy Steve Fest Rec List Day 1 - Affection

Welcome to @fluffystevefest week! The theme for Monday is affection, and while I cannot promise that every list this week will adhere to the themes and prompts, this one mostly does!

Machines and Marvels by rainbowninja167 (@rainbowtitania) (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 23,443 words)

Note: Handholding

Summary: "The only future in which you have a hope of defeating Thanos is one where the Avengers remain whole and undivided. Do you understand? No matter what else happens, it’s imperative that the Avengers stay together." “Wait. What the fuck are the Avengers?” Or: In an alternate timeline where the Avengers never formed, Steve and Tony need a crash course in team bonding. Stephen Strange just had to take that literally.

Baby Steve Adventures by catty_the_spy (@cattythespy) (Gen, General Audiences, 2,955 words)

Note: Baby-typical acts of affection

Summary: Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him. Also available as a podfic read by blackglass

The Adventures of Not-So-Baby Steve by catty_the_spy (@cattythespy) (Gen, General Audiences, 2,070 words)

Summary: Steve's adjusting to not being a baby. Everyone else is adjusting too.

Slices of Life at Avengers Tower by orphan_account (Gen, General Audiences, 10,880 words)

Note: The specific act of affection I was thinking of is the hair petting in chapter 6, but all the chapters are lovely Steve-centric fluff

Summary: One shots of the Avengers focusing on Steve Rogers and the team as a family. Feel free to request something you would like to see :) Mostly a mixture of fluff and hurt/comfort and my attempt at humour All one shots exist in the same universe though aren't necessarily in chronological order

As Time Goes By by Brenda (@brendaonao3) (Gen, Teen And Up Audiences, 5,342 words)

Note: Kisses

Summary: Steve might be occupied with adjusting to life in the 21st century, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out there's something up with Clint. Or: Tony invents a new pre-battle ritual for the Avengers team, Steve fails spectacularly at asking for advice, and Thor's a pretty smart guy.

[kiku0l3vr]

chat imma be CANCELLED for this 🔥🙏

i��m sry but i don’t see the appeal of david or exer. they’re good characters but they’re rly not too interesting to me. obviously, exer has a good arc, but jackson kinda has the same one? like when u take off the rose-tinted glasses, u see that exer has a hatred for jackson in s.one, even if he hasn’t done anything remotely bad to him at the time. and guess what? JACKSON HAS THE SAME TYPE OF ARC IN S.TWO EXCEPT HE HAS A GENUINE REASON TO DISLIKE EXER?? i can’t stand the fact the fandom brushes over exer’s actions like they wouldn’t affect someone and paint jackson as this big bad villain who did it all for malicious reasons. however, i recognise jackson has also done some rly dicky shit in the new episode, which is y i’m neutral abt both of them.

okay time for david. there isn’t anything inherently wrong abt him, i js don’t find his character trope very interesting. i will say his battle with homosexuality and his daddy issues are endearing , but i’m js not too interested in his personality. ofc many ppl can relate to him and it’s a reason y he’s so popular, it’s js he’s kinda a boring character without those two arcs. genuinely i did not care for him in s.one., he was a nice guys, i js didn’t find him interesting then.

the BIGGEST reason y i js don’t rly like them is bc THE OTHERS R SO UNDERRATED IT PAINS ME. like where r my brenda fans? pamela? RON? LITERALLY ANYONE IN THE DETENTION GANG?? they're all super fun to watch and i think they deserve more attention. like if u add the amount of jamala fics and ronothy fic together, it only adds to A QUATER OF DEXER FICS ON AO3. LIKE BOTH RELATIONSHIPS R ACC SO SWEET AND THE DYNAMICS R AMAZING ITS SOSOSOSO PAINFUL TO SEE THEM BE OVERLOOKED. honestly 92% of the fandom is made up of david/exer stans so i’m not surprised y jackson is hated.

honestly i would js want to see him others talk abt their fav characters in jd (RON, KEN, BRENDA AND TIMOTHY 🔛🔝) but i would like to hear some reasonings on y ppl like david and/or exer!

[obriengf]

How about no.5 with thomas for blurbs ?

send me a prompt for some oblivious love blurbs ✩ Notes: i changed the word "like" to "love" from the prompt because it suited better idk?

WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME ?

Timing was a luxury when it came to the seemingly everlasting battle against WCKD. If anything, it ran askew and unharmonious in adjacent to the nightmares that plagued closing eyes and the terrors that chased outlivers through each and every new day. It was hard to stop and think, let alone feel any emotion other than the will to just purely survive. It was even harder to recognise something that may have been right under your nose, when your focus was instead pulled forward as you looked possible death straight down the barrel of its gun. Thomas huffed; his throat wheezing slightly as he tried to catch his breath, back pressed against the solid structure of a brick wall. Beside him flopped Newt, looking worse for wear, and also stared at by a recently rescued Minho and exhausted Gally. It was bittersweet to watch these boys as they took a small moment to gather themselves - the night had dragged, and even you were feeling the detriments of your extricated mission a little more now that you managed to take a seat. Adrenaline continued to pump through your veins and exercise your heart just that little bit more than you'd deem safe, and it was keeping you focused enough, for now.

Thomas made the first move to rid the WCKD uniform jacket that weighed down his shoulders, the saturated material dripping to the ground before it bled into a haphazardly thrown heap. You followed him quickly until a deep breath filled your lungs with relief, your body no longer constricted nor branded by the threads of your enemy. It was Minho's voice that caught your attention next. Your eyes squinted with confusion, unsure of the words dripping with disbelief as they were spoken towards Newt. And that's when you saw the state of your friend up close, properly, since this break-and-enter mission had begun. Black veins, roots protruding from his arms trailed up his neck. They licked at his cheeks and provoked tired reddened bags to drag at his once soft caramel-toned eyes. They, too, were black as they challenged the night sky in a silent feud for the darkest pitch.

A nearby explosion shook you from your worried state; debris flying overhead, an avalanche of buildings falling to their knees, and Tanks with crazed vengeful men entering the now destroyed streets of the once grand city. It was time to leave, and to get Newt over to Brenda so that he could take the cure. You tuned back into the conversation between the boys in front of you when your name was mentioned - assigned to follow Gally and Minho - a route best leaving you safe. You disagreed, wholeheartedly. "Thomas, I'm not going anywhere without you." You said sternly, brows furrowed as you peered at him. You could see the months of stress integrating into the lines of exhaustion and worry between his eyes; he had driven himself to the ground to protect those that he cared for most, and you weren't going to be any different. He shook his head, "I'm fine. Seriously, you need to go, now -" "-No!" The boy grunted in agitation at your response, lips curled frustratingly before he was quick to grasp your wrist. He gently pulled you aside until his stressed gaze softened almost immediately after looking into your own. Thomas reached for you; fingertips careful as they brushed back loose strands of hair, revealing a cut to your forehead and a trail of dried crimson flakes. He had never been more tender as his thumb rubbed over the wound. "Listen to me. You need to go with them, Y/N. Please. If anything happened to you, I..." Words were lost as his tongue grew heavy, feelings of infatuation trying to break free. He didn't want to make this any harder, in case it was a goodbye. He didn't want to lay his heart on the line, and in the middle of such danger, if it meant the potential for one to shatter. But how could he not when you looked at him with such admiration. Your head shook, tone pleading as you begged, "I'm safest when I'm with you, Tommy. I always have been." He bit his lip, time ticking. You two never had just a moment - a simple, quiet, moment. One between you both where time could stand still. It was overdue but impossible. And you both knew it. The others waited patiently enough to allow a brief spell of privacy, but the air was thick with tension, and another explosion burst the bubble that held you both temporarily captive. Thomas groaned. "No, no you don't get it! I can't let anything happen to you... I-I love you, dammit! I need you to be okay! Out of every-fucking-thing that's happening right now, I need you to be okay! You are so damn reckless sometimes, just for once do what you are fucking told instead of asking for a death wish, I swear - " "Wait, you love me?" Your voice cut through his rant, hand cupping his cheek, and tone so incredibly quiet in contrast to the harshness around you all. "For God's sake - that's all you got from that?" "Guys, I get this is an intimate moment, but we need to get out of here, right now!" Gally called, his persona shrouded in restlessness as he looked over his shoulder. Thomas took one look at you. He did love you, so much. Sometimes it hurt him, and other times, it healed him. And he may never forgive himself if something happened to you, but as he noticed the beauty of mutual love that sprouted from your smile, he knew that he couldn't have you leave. It was hasty, borderline crazy, but Thomas reached for your hand that had warmed his cheek before he kissed your palm. He drew a sharp breath, shaking off any better judgement, "Okay then, just don't ever leave my side." "I promise. Always."

[darcytaylor]

I'm not too sure if any of my followers will care, but it is a sad day for all gen x and elder millennials.

I grew up watching Beverley Hills 90210, my first crush was on Luke Perry/Dylan McKay (RIP). So this news is a hard one. Brenda and Dylan were the first couple I rooted for on television.

Shannen had been battling cancer for years, and unfortunately has lost the battle.

Rest in paradise ❤️

(and don't worry, I will be posting more Bridgerton related things soon. I may also respond to a few asks as well, I just needed to step away from that for a bit)

[yourstrulyelijah]

you and @ken-okamoto-official need to battle for @brenda-miller-forreal

WHAT?? since when have i been battling ken?! hmm… i see. well a battles a battle bring it on