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doggoboigaugau · 2 years ago

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Stray dog (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male reader

Finally this piece of shit (me) is back yall :D Sorry for the long wait lmao. And finally I can come up with a suitable name for this fic :))

Summary: What happens after the peaceful night watching Ghost's favorite documentaries with the team. And male reader's worst fears are slowly being revealed.

Word count: 1984

Warning: Nothing. But it's not fluff this time either though.

Ghost was the first one to wake up. He slowly sat up and moved his muscles which were unsurprisingly cramped due to last night’s weird sleeping position. What was surprising to him though, was the fact that he could sleep so well after so long. No nightmares, not a single time waking up panicked and in heavy sweats. He hadn’t been blessed with sound sleeps like this for what felt like a lifetime; even when the things between him and Soap were getting far beyond a relationship among teammates and they started to share a bed with each other, the devil grip of bloody nightmares brought about by his past was one that he could never escape. Until now.

Instinctively, his eyes drifted around, scanning the surrounding for anything suspicious. Although seemed unnecessary since this is their base after all, the safest place with his dearest family, it was one of the habits that he was unable to get rid of and didn’t even feel the need to do so. It was not because he did not trust the team, instead, he trusted you all with all his life and heart; it was just because of a certain incident in the past, in which his own biological family was killed, that he would never allow himself to let his guard down. He didn’t want to lose anyone again, not when the little frame of hope inside him had long been extinguished but now once again reignited thanks to your presence breathing new life into the barren, grief-stricken land of his heart.

Everyone else was still sleeping. Price on his favorite couch, Gaz and Roach on the floor, now lying a whole room apart from each other (Ghost couldn’t quite grasp how they could move that much in their sleep), and you and Soap still on the sofa with him. He eyed the two of you, remembering how every bit of his skin warmed up from the warmth of your bodies as you three unknowingly hugged and touched each other in your sleep, how the pleasant and strangely familiar scents of you and Soap flooded his nose, lingering even in the dreams from last night that he couldn’t recall any other details about. This was the first time Ghost could get this close to you for this long–a whole night; therefore, unlike Soap’s, apparently your scent would be something he was not used to yet, but still it provoked a certain feeling, a peculiar but welcomed one, like a tiny humanoid figure dancing inside the deepest corner of his soul, that he was quite sure to embrace.

“Dumbfounded by his beauty, ey’ LT?”

Ghost jumped a little, looking up a bit to find Soap had also woken up. The masked man didn’t respond, he just felt a bit bolder than before as his hand reached out and caressed your rosy cheek. He could still remember when you were transferred to their team, when he first laid his eyes on you and immediately doubted Price and Laswell’s decision. You were just too pretty to be here, in this hellhole where every day and night men were sent out either to murder people or to their own death. Little handsome face with big puppy sparkling eyes, easily flushed cheeks, fluffy messy hair that seemed to be taken good care of with expensive shampoo, slender athletic body that was not muscular enough to look intimidating, and that waist. Gosh, he swore he would only need one of his arms to fully wrap around that tiny waist of yours.

“Where do ya think ya’re touching my babyboy, LT?” Soap raised one of his eyebrows, amusedly observed how Ghost fell head over heels for you while the man himself didn’t even realize it.

Soap’s smirking voice pulled Ghost out of his own mind, as he found his own hand now placed on your lower back, under the olive green t-shirt, slightly pressing down into your soft and warm flesh.

“When has he become yours, huh Sergeant?” Ghost bit back this time.

“Soon he will, LT.” Soap couldn’t hide the amused look apparent on his face.

“Then that means he’s not yours yet.”

“Are you two seriously fighting over my Private? At this hour in the fuckin’ mornin’ ?” The two men were stopped in their tracks by Price’s stern but mirth-filled voice.

“Getting overprotective over ya favorite child again, ain’t ya Cap?” Soap joshed.

“Of course I am protective of him! He’s my youngest son! Especially against you two animals always with those hungry eyes!”

“What?? We’re not your son then huh Cap? Hella offended.”

Price: “......”

Gaz was quick to jump in, “If you’re also Price’s sons then doesn’t that mean you and Ghost and Y/n are brothers? Are you fuckin’ your own brothers?” Roach stood right beside Gaz, nodding very enthusiastically.

Price: “......I think we should stop here.”

Soap argued, “Fuck you, me and Ghost’ve been fuckin’ for years!”

Price: “......”

Gaz: “......”

Roach: “......”

“I mean we all know it but do you have to be that loud about it?” Gaz said, almost trembling, while Roach was comforting him by rubbing his back, and Price just massaged the bridge of his nose, obviously getting too worn out because of this ridiculously common occurrence among his men.

Ghost finally stepped in, placing his large hand on one of Soap’s shoulders as a nonverbal way to tell him to calm down, “We should stop here before he’s sent straight to hell after his death.” Unsurprisingly, the three other men all agreed.

Soap casually shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn’t said the most unholy thing ever just a minute ago, before turning his back to the men to look at your peaceful sleeping face. You literally slept like a baby, not bet an eye when Soap gingerly held your arms and pushed you aside a bit to let himself stand up, and not even flinch after their joking conversation that accelerated very quickly into some horrendous (although he was the reason why it become that way). You were now lying on your back, making it easier for Ghost and Soap to see how your chest and belly slightly moved up and down as you breathed steadily.

“I know it’s a nice sight to see, the boy being this cute and cozy, but we will have a pretty tough mission in two days and you will have to wake him up for the training.” Price left a final reminder before putting the signature hat on his head and exiting the room to enjoy his morning smoking session.

Price was right. This was the military after all. The sweet and tranquil moments were the ones that passed by the fastest, leaving the men with a desperate craving to have another taste of it. Guess it’s one of the driving forces behind their desire to survive through the deadliest battles, to be able to see you again, not covered in blood and sweat and dust from the field, but in your most adorable state–freshly bathed and safe in their very cherished home. They loved the sight of you dropping that stern face and serious, piercing eyes in battles, as you run around the base with Roach, hunting for the next victim of your stupid little pranks.

What would be their reaction then when they heard your confession? About how you were the opposite of them, never cared for your own life during battles, how you were always like a stray dog that was once treasured by a human so much that when you lost them, you just barely managed to stumble through every obstacle in your way, biting everyone who dared to get near, and loitering around aimlessly not quite sure what you’re supposed to do with your life. You and they seemed to be so close, yet you were actually oceans apart. To them, your heart was unattainable, and to you, they were too good and admirable for you to even think of being with them. You didn’t deserve to be with such great men. You didn’t deserve to be with anyone to begin with.

“Wake up, pretty boy. It’s time for the training~” Soap gently stirred you.

You slowly opened your eyes. You were actually awake when Soap and Ghost had that fighting over you, and you even felt Ghost’s gloved hand on your sensitive skin. An eerie feeling filled your heart ever since, knowing that those two great men nurtured such sacred emotions towards someone ugly and unloveable like you. It was a mixed feeling of pure happiness and sheer anguish, owing to your deepest fears. You feared that if you opened up and requited their love, they would find out who you really were: a stray dog that no one ever liked, a deeply wounded animal that would burden anyone who had to take responsibility for caring for it, a creature not fitted to be called a human being with the utmost ugliness deep inside its soul, unable to free itself from the eternal curses put upon it by the unfair universe.

Being in love also entailed confiding intimate secrets in your partners, well not necessarily every secret, but still, some needed to be told, and this scared you to death–the ordeal of being known. Confiding in others true feelings would just push them far away. No one wanted to deal with a mess of a person. No one wanted to bear the uncomfortable atmosphere of not knowing what to say when the utterances that escaped your lips intertwined and became something that they could not comprehend or relate to. Not to mention how alone you had been all this time, having no one close to you to spend time with, to prioritize your needs over the others they knew, to come to you whenever you felt lost and hurt and disoriented… and to make you feel that you were not replaceable. You believed that Ghost and Soap had such a person, Ghost was that person to Soap, and Soap was that person to Ghost. If you did anything wrong to either of them, they would look at you with those eyes, those familiar eyes that the people in the past used to look at you with whenever you entered the room, the ones that were filled with passive hatred and disgust, the ones that forever haunted you in your sleep. If Ghost and Soap lost you, they could always seek the presence of each other. If you lost them, you’d be left alone again. Because, sadly but frankly, you’re always replaceable.

Lucky for you, they didn’t know you had heard everything, how they fought over you and how Soap openly expressed their interest in you in front of the team. It was easier this way, pretending you weren’t aware of their love so that you wouldn’t have to face those intense feelings of theirs and the possible consequences that could break your already tormented soul into even smaller pieces. Running away from your problems had always been the easiest option. It wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it worked best for you.

“Pretty boy, ya listening?”

“Ah… y-yes, sir.” Your eyes refocused on the two men before you.

Soap chuckled, “Ya haven’t really woken up yet, ain’t ya? Go wash your face. The training will begin in 30 minutes. Get ready.”

“Yes, sir.” You hurriedly stood up, almost lost your balance because of the sudden movement and the cramped muscles from last night’s weird sleeping position. As you run out of the room, you could hear chuckles from Soap and maybe Ghost too. You smiled a bit, thinking that it was better like this, you kept pretending, leaving them with that love until they found out themselves how ridiculous it was to fall for someone like you, and then secretly withdraw to save genuine affection for someone that actually worthed it.

to be continued (because i need more pain)

@b0g-b0y here is the new part as u ask.

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reashot · 1 year ago

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Why do people keep telling us that we're Dating?

Jaune & Ruby enjoying their daily cuddling session together.

Jaune: Stop it Ruby! It tickles...

Ruby: No! It's pay back for last time. *giggle*

Jaune: How is it my fault that you're sensitive to my touch?

Ruby: Well I can't help it if being touched by you feel so good. So I'm kissing your neck until you feel good too yourself.

Jaune: Then you won't mind if I do the same myself, right? *devour Ruby's neck*

Ruby: No!!! Stop it! Jaune please... *moan* I-I can't control my... *moan* No! Don't some-something... *moan* I can feel something is about to com....

Ren: *clears throat*

Ruby: *panting* H-hey Ren what's up?

Ren: I see you two are busy with each other as usual... I'll cut to the chase. Ruby, are you dating Jaune?

Ruby:

Jaune: I already told you Ren, there's nothing going on between Ruby and me. And we are definitely not dating.

Ren: *trying to hold back his rage* I saw you in the shower room together....

Ruby: Well yeah, duh! Me and Jaune are shower buddies. We're doing our part to save the environment. What, do you hate the planet or something?

Ren: *vein popping* And I heard you making sounds that no one that's not in a relationship should be making together.

Ruby: That's just the sound I make when Jaune lathered my entire body up with soap. It's natural reaction to his touch, I can't help it.

Ren: *about to lose his fucking mind* Listen here you du......

Jaune: Look Ren, I know that us being so close would make you think that. But I assure you that there's nothing going on between us we're just two good friend... And besides there's no way Ruby would like me. She's a lesbian. And she agreed to go on a date with Weiss.

Ruby: Uhm... Actually Jaune, I think I also like boy too.

Jaune: Wait, really. Are you sure?

Ruby: Yeah. It's just I haven't found the right boy to fall in love with.

Jaune: Wow. I can't believe that Ruby Rose plays for both team. *lovingly hugs her*

Ruby: Ugh! I'm not playing for both team, Jaune. If I'm in a relationship I'm only going to play for one side.

Jaune: I knew that Rubes. But if thing with Weiss doesn't work out and you finally found the right boy to fall in love with you need to introduce me to him.

Ruby: Of course Jaune... You're in my top 5 best friend after all. Right below all the rest of my teammates and Zwei.

Jaune: So I'm number five then? That's ok. At least I'm still in the top 5.

Ruby: Don't be sad Jaune. After all you're the one I trust to take me on a practice date to Montyland🎡🎠🎢

Jaune: Of course Ruby. Montyland 🎡🎠🎢 "The funnest place on earth. (TM.)" I will make sure your practice date went perfectly. Before your date with Weiss.

Ruby: Thank you for being such a good friend Jaune... Oh, and seeing you'll be my "date" for tomorrow. You'll be paying for the whole thing right?

Jaune: Of course. I've been saving just for this occasion. After all I also need the Montyland🎡🎠🎢 "date" too. So I can practice my confession for Pyhrra.

Ruby: Oh, my little blonde boy is growing up. I'm so proud of you. *rubs Jaune's head* Now take me to my room to help me pick up the clothes for our "date" Tomorrow.

Jaune: aye, aye captain! *pick Ruby up princess style*

Ren: What the fuck just happened?.....

Little did Ren knows that someone has been watching the two of them in the shadow from the very start acting all sus besides him.

Blake: So the two are finally going on a date together...

Preview of Montyland. 🎡🎠🎢 The Funnest Place on Earth(TM)

Spoiler: Ruby will have her first kiss here. Guess with who? The first one to get it right can have 1 free fic request.

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mushpired · 1 year ago

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This will be part of my banshee soap au! It will be a 5+1 fic, with multiple chapters, each chapter being a situation where someone from the 141 or Los Vaqueros notice something is wrong with soap, only to find out he is a banshee!

I do plan on writing more than just the 5+1, but this will help for worldbuilding.

With that said, enjoy and leave comments if you’d like!

5 times someone thought that there was something wrong with Soap + one time the realized that’s just how Soap is

1. Captain John Price

Price met Soap before he got his nickname, when he was nothing but a FNG with a smile too bright for the horrors he would later be put through. Along the years, there were little things that made bells ring in Price’s brain. Things so insignificant that most would overlook. It would be after the Las almas mission that he would start paying more attention to these little quirks that the young sergeant had.

The coldness

Not long after meeting MacTavish, he would realize that, whenever he entered a room, it would instantly grow cold.

But not just a slight cold, no. A cemetery at night type of cold. At first it was pretty noticeable, but he blamed it on the winter or the military base where they were stationed. However, after this occurred multiple times, with the only common factor being Soap, he was suspicious.

But there was no way he could ask a man why the rooms he entered were always cold, he would seem like a madman. So he did the most reasonable thing. He ignored it. He filed it away in his mind, since no one else seemed to realize this, or the didn’t connect it to the sergeant. With time, the abrupt change in temperature started diminishing, and in the present, he mostly feels just a slight chill running down his spine, or a tiny shiver, depending on where he is, if the base is too cold, the change will not be very noticeable, but if it’s summer, the change will almost be welcomed.

So, he didn’t pay it a lot of mind, until something weird happened.

It was during a briefing, they were assigned to work with another team, not exactly a common occurrence, but nothing to really write home about.

The team they would be working with had another lieutenant. A man a bit younger than Price who seemed just a bit to confident for a man in a base that wasn’t his. Price, being a professional man, did nothing to acknowledge this superior attitude from the someone he surpassed in rank, and only hoped that his team would do their best to behave.

The 141 were seated all next to the other, Price at the head of the table, Ghost next to him, Soap next to Ghost, and at last, Gaz on the other side of Soap. The room was cold, but that could be attributed to the a.c that was on.

He was explaining and sharing information for this mission, when the other lieutenant made a distasteful comment.

“So, when will the mask come off?”

Everyone fell quiet.

The first one to speak, was of course, Ghost.

“The mask stays on, lieutenant.” He said , his eyes distrustful and his voice filled with with the challenge to question him.

“Im just saying, if we’re gonna be working together, we should trust each other, no?” The other man continued, clearly not noticing how the air in the room was growing colder by the second.

“We don’t need to trust each other personally, just trust that we will all do everything so that no team is hurt” Price intervened, hoping that the lieutenant would stand down, given that his team was not here with him, and the whole 141 was.

“I don’t know if i can trust someone who doesn’t show his face, to keep my team safe, I mean, I don’t trust someone who’s face I don’t know.”

“That seems like a ‘you’ issue” A new voice intervened, a voice filled with hate and a thick Scottish accent.

“Oh, no need to get so defensive, sergeant” pulling rank now, this man clearly was looking for a fight. And for no reason.

“You were disrespectful to my lieutenant, and my Captain by interrupting this briefing, and to ask a stupid question, sir”

“Enough” Price said, trying to keep some peace, and thinking about the many grey hairs he would have by the end of the mission “we should take a break, 10 minutes, go for a walk, drink something and we will continue. Sergeant MacTavish, a word” he pointedly looked at Soap, conveying the he didn’t appreciate him being rude to another lieutenant, not because he surpassed him in rank, but because they would have to work together.

As the 141 prepared to exit the room, the lieutenant tried another stupid thing, in quick movements he rounded the table and was next to ghost, arm stretched with clear intentions, Ghost was turned around, prepared to exit the room, Gaz at the door, and Soap moving to be closer to Price, and then it happened.

In just a second, the room was freezing. And he means it. He only once experienced a cold like this when climbing a mountain to reach an enemy base, that turned out to be nothing but a graveyard, old and uncared for. The intel was clearly wrong.

Back to the point.

Soap had the other man’s arm, the one he tried to grab at Ghost with, in his grip, long hands that were usually covered with gloves, were now naked and grabbing at the lieutenant with a lot of force, if the veins and white knuckles were anything to go by. His blue eyes looked icy, and his mouth was in a snarl. Teeth that looked just a bit too sharp. But the most striking thing, the lieutenants arm was turning an icy blue. It was as if the hand of the sergeant was a cold block of ice. Price heard his own teeth clatter as he regained movement. He went to put a hand to Soaps chest, tell him to release the other man, but getting closer to the sergeant proved to be almost painful.

The closer he got, the colder he felt.

After some few seconds he heard it, in an almost inhuman voice.

“ Dont ya ever dare”

It was as if more than one person was talking, the deep voice of his sergeant, and a less noticeable, almost silent shrill that sounded like nothing he ver heard before.

“Enough!” He heard himself say. “Sergeant release him immediately!”

With anger in his eyes, MacTavish dropped the man’s hand, who looked white as a sheet.

“MacTavish, Out! We will discuss later” he said, trying to figure out which god he spited so much, and almost hearing Kate laughing at him. Soap left the room with a last glare at the cocky and stupid man. He heard him go the direction of the living quarters “I apologize for my sergeants actions, however, such amount of disrespect will not be tolerated lieutenant”

The other man looked like he was forced to suck on a lemon.

“The privacy of my team is more important than your mistrust, so I will talk to the higher up’s to tell them that we will not be able to carry on the mission together, please, exit my base” he said, with a finality in his tone. The lieutenant quickly exited the room, his teeth clattering, and his lips looking almost blue. After he closed the door, it was Ghost, Gaz and him.

“Please tell me someone else also felt the temperature drop” the youngest man said, he was hugging himself, his short sleeved t-shirt clearly not helping with the freezing temperature that was slowly leaving the room.

“Hmm” the masked man only made an affirmative noise, and then, slowly, left the room.

“Sir?” The young sergeant asked.

“Dismissed, Garrick” he said with a sigh

He could not ignore this anymore, clearly something was wrong with sergeant John MacTavish.

And that was the first part! I’m not to experienced with writing, so I just hope to get better, this was a quickly formed chapter, since I wanted to get the idea out. I hope that if you read it, you enjoy it. Later on I will make a bonus chapter explaining some of the banshee! Soap info. Probably making some things up and combining it with the traditional folklore. I will make a tag so it will be easier to find.

Until next time!

#ghostsoap #soap mw2 #soap mactavish #ghost x soap #cod mwii #soap cod #cod mw22 #i have never in my life played cod #ghost cod #john price #price call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #banshee! Soap #banshee! John MacTavish

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lovecolibri · 9 months ago

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15 questions for 15 friends.

I was tagged @elenaazra and I'm actually at home and able to do it instead of forgetting and losing it in my notifications!

1 Are you named after anyone?

Not my first name, but my middle name is the same as my grandma and a great aunt I believe, who passed as a child. All my brothers also have a middle name that comes from someone in the family.

2 When was the last time you cried?

I'm not a big crier so probably when I was watching ACOC, but I did tear up at that trailer for the new Dreamworks movie this morning!

3 Do you have kids?

No, and unless I can find someone who would be a good dad (highly unlikely given my age and where I live), I won't have any. My ADHD is hard enough for me to manage, I could never live the "basically a single mom" life most of my married friends have with their lay-about husbands 🤷🏻‍♀️ I have a niece and nephew though, and another one on the way so I DO get to be the fun nerd aunt, so that's nice!

4 What sports do you play/ have you played?

Oh, I am an indoor cat! My entire family (including mom and grandma) have played baseball and/or softball but sports are not for me. I was on a swim team as a pre-teen one year and that was about it.

5 Do you use sarcasm?

Is there another way to speak?

6 What's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually hands and hair and voice.

7 What's your eye colour?

Light blue

8 Scary movies or happy endings?

A happy endings, always. I don't do scary movies AT ALL. I've got enough anxiety and I'm already scared all the time! I do NOT need help having more ideas put into my head of things to be scared of. I do like so angst and drama to get to my happy endings though! I love a good journey!

9 Any talents?

Eh. Unless you count the ability to just fully disappear into my own head? People always called me singing or playing piano a talent but to me it's just, like, a hobby and something I had to work at so 🤷🏻‍♀️

10 Where were you born?

In a city in the desert Southwest

11 What are your hobbies?

I love to crochet and do all kinds of crafts! I paint occasionally and while I'm not super good at it, it's fun! I am also the typical ADHD avid reader-turned fic reader because my brain is shot.

12 Do you have any pets?

Currently I have two ADORABLE Caviler King Charles Spaniels that are brothers and best buds, and two cats who steadfastly refuse to let me hold and snuggle them.

13 How tall are you?

5.2 when I remember to stand up straight

14 Favourite subject in school?

I always enjoyed history! As much as I loved reading, I was a "reading for escape" kid so I didn't like most of what we had to read for class. But history is always fascinating!

15 Dream job?

Me and my friend have often talked about how if we could we'd love to open a nerdy tea room/bookshop/bar something-or-other. I would love to do something crafty too like making soap or lotion bars, and crochet stuff. But alas, capitalism.

I am a weirdo about tagging other people but if you really want to do this, consider this your open invitation. Tagging "everyone who wants to but feels left out".

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inkleaf-cafe · 3 years ago

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Okay i cant find the post but i’ll take it as a yes so here:

1: sleep tight don’t let the milf’s bite

2: I sometimes think you’re not neurotypical

3:i can just smell the trauma

4:my queerness could never

5:i can just feel the gay

6:You know how i said “I definitely jinxed it”…yea i did

7:sounds like a crisis…mood

8:In one sentence i somehow made my whole bloodline ashamed of me

9:Dont know if this is supped to be gay or therapy

10:my yawns sound like a quiet chainsaw

11:my dreams are either trauma or gay…what does that mean

12:my dream was amazing filled with zombies but amazing

13:be the gays you need to be

14:i think i ate some soap

15:My brain was somewhat okay and you completely ruined it

16:Okay who do i have to kill this time

17:Yes im using a musical to teach politics

18: think i made a random poem and somehow it got deep

19:What do you not understand about me reading gay shit on webtoon and seeing cute dresses?

20:I will be the monster under your bed i will either comfort you till you sleep or be Jeff the killer

21:Ah yes blackmail the best way to negotiate

22:feel’s like i’ve zoned out while reading this

23:Wheres the TL;DR because i just stopped at Hi!

24:Yea you lost me im in Stratosphere

25:* eats vomit cutely *

26:I still question both of our sanity

27:When they call me baby girl

28: thats stupid bitches tok

29:I mean wouldnt it be cool that your ex is the moon

30:do you even sleep

31:The only people i hate are real people

32:I use the happy emojis all the time they all look dead inside

33:Social anxiety isn’t pog

34:WHOS GONNE GRAB THE BIG ASS COIN OFF HIS FORHEAD

35:MEOWTH SALAD

36:i thought Jessie and James were gay

37:Its called insomnia

38: Hermione is holding me at gun point

39:Is kicking someone a team sport?

40:what part of asl with out sign do you not get

41:kiddo but an insult

42:i was gonne say i watched Luca but damn do you need therapy

43: knew all that trauma would pay off one day

44:imagine not having fangs 🤡

45: being stupid is my job you cant take it from me

46:the whole world hates England

47:okay but arson would be so much fun

48:Do i rly sond like a dog when i say things out loud

49:THEY MADE ME LIVE AND THATS A HATE CRIME ON ME

50:I mean zeus is a whore

51:So we got bad bitch and better bitch making up the baby girl squad

52:Sometimes I challenge how much i can disappoint my ancestors

53:Ghost be judgin while i hit that rennagade

54:Fuck ✨ grammar ✨

55:KNEW YOU WERE A BEAVER

56:Probs an alligator too

57:this blog could always be *cursive rainbow* gayer

58:ah,pintrest my love,my pride,my joy THE FUCKING BANE OF MY EXISTENCE FUCK YOU I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND WANT YOU TO DIE A PAINFUL DEATH

59:✨ alcohol ✨

60:Kiddo go to drugs dont do school

61::i still have trauma from the zebra cardigan

62:yes YES BE THE GAYS YOU NEED TO BE

63:aww thats so gay 🥺

64:hol’ on a god damn fucking second…this shit gay

65:am i turning straight?

66:you broke your fucking plant this better be worth it

67:i have two moods “i wanna die” and ✨gay✨

68:they look like shit but they can look like shit together

69:nice 😏(i never said this or wrote this before just sayin’ its nice)

70:fuck you (affectionate) [is it weird that i said that at least 20 times]

71: fuck you……TAKE MY LIKES

72:we can capitalize off of your dog

73:oh shit i thought that was elsa jumping off of that bridge she made

74:wait are you implying they’re the last non binary orange

75:i might die for the third time now

76:are you god? I mean sans undertale profile pic but still are you god?

77:heh gæ

78:when i sleep i sleep

79:i will not tolerate dead memes in my class room unless its doge

80:he looks so cute but damn do i want to kill him

81:people are just too damn kinky these days

82:so this is what it feels like to have attachment issues

83:But Etida u e-mol-Dionizijo Aguado my beloved

84:I like it just my brains too small to comprehend it

85:shes a sexist feminist in the making

86:i want a mineta x death fic

87:they’ll plan my funeral…add saxobeat

88:a-am i a-a child?!?

89:hey girl you a flashbomb cus you bright

90:hey girl is your gender water cus its fluid

91:Ok im actually proud of that one i better not hear a cricket

92:okay now he looks like an emo boy

93:Yea my will to live is as low as my self esteem

94:can someone plan my funeral yea i know its wedding galore same thing

95:remembering that time i called saiki a tsundere bitch

96:* call me by your name starts playing* NOT AGAIN

97:i may have “i kicked a child” as one of my names but you’re a monster

98:DEATH IS A RACE AND I WANNA WIN

99:Bye :] , wtf?

100:GO CATBOY GO(00:03 am)

101:you know i have a pain tolerance of

102:I kin that emoji

103:That blood stain looks like a pp

104: am i too middle school

105:I feel like my sass level has risen

106:OH! PROCRASTINATION

107:nah i kinda wanna continue to write my raid shadow legends x reader fic

108:plus my confidence is as low as my will to live

109: who wants to have the honour of killing me

110:great mind think alike but also wt

I-

Wow-

#holy malcom #long post #really long post

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vcg73 · 4 years ago

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FIC: Kurt Birthday Drabbles

Earlier this week @elledelajoie left a comment on something I wrote all the way back in 2014. I had genuinely forgotten I ever started it, but the original idea was to write 21 Kurt Hummel birthday drabbles. I had written just 7 of them, but after we chatted about it, I decided to go ahead and finish.

If you’re not familiar, a drabble is a scene of exactly 100 words, not counting title headers. Since Chris Colfer and Kurt Hummel’s co-birthday (May 27) is coming up this Thursday, here they are. This goes definite AU at Birthday #19. Because you know I would never sentence my beloved Kurt to a life of being a doormat to people who did not appreciate and value him.

Never underestimate the power of feedback!

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Birthday #1

Kurt’s blue eyes went wide as a frosted cupcake was set upon his high-chair tray, a single candle ablaze on its surface.

When Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Andy, Grandpa Curtis and Grandma Eileen started singing to him, he smiled and clapped both hands hard around the tempting pile of frosting.

Kurt laughed when the sugary topping went flying and a big splatter of white abruptly decorated Daddy’s surprised face.

Everyone else started laughed too, including the startled father, who retaliated by giving his birthday boy a sticky peck on the cheek and then helped him to blow out a new candle.

Birthday #2

Kurt looked between his presents, confused.

Mommy had given him the pretty dolly he had begged for at the store. Daddy had given him a truck, not big enough to ride but too big to live with the little cars Daddy gave him at Christmas.

His parents seemed to be mad at each other.

Kurt looked at the doll, then at the truck. He smiled and placed Dolly inside the truck and began to drive her around the carpet.

Mommy and Daddy seemed surprised by his actions, but then they laughed, and Kurt knew he had figured out the puzzle.

Birthday #3

His shoes were black and shiny, buckles on the sides and 1-inch heels on the base. He clomped over the hardwood floors, listening to the click-tap-click-tap in delight. They went perfectly with his dove gray coveralls with “Kurt” sewn on the pocket in black sequins. Mommy had made the outfit for him.

Spotting Daddy watching him, Kurt threw himself into waiting arms. Daddy’s smile looked like he had an owie but was trying to be a big boy and not cry.

Kurt hugged him. “It’s okay, Daddy.”

Burt looked surprised but hugged him back. “Yeah, buddy. I think it is.”

Birthday #4

Ballet girls were nice. When they heard it was his birthday today, they threw him a party. Kurt puffed up with pleasure when presented with cookies, a sparkly wand and a tiara that read ‘Happy Birthday’ in shiny letters. He was not as fond of the kisses they gave, but four was very grown up, so he screwed up his face and allowed it. The teacher even let him wear the special puffy pink tutu over his little black leotard!

He saw Mommy and Daddy up in the gallery taking pictures, so he waved.

Kurt hoped today would last forever.

Birthday #5

“Can I have cupcakes?”

Kurt’s mother looked up from her book. “I don’t think we have any, sweetheart.”

“Can we have some Thursday? My birthday is the last day of preschool.”

“It is?” she said, looking surprised. “Is it your birthday already?”

He nodded seriously. “Don’t you remember, Mommy? You were there.”

She laughed. “Well, you have me there. What kind of cupcakes would you like, sweetie? And don’t say cheesecake. Those are two completely different kinds of dessert.”

Kurt’s hopeful expression fell. “Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed. Then his face brightened again. “Chocolate?”

She nodded. “That we can do.”

Birthday #6

“Daddy!”

Burt sat up just in time to catch the little body that launched at him. “What’s wrong, slugger?”

“It’s my birthday!”

Grinning despite the way his heart was hammering at the abrupt awakening, Burt asked, “Yeah? I like birthdays. Do I get a present?”

“No,” the boy scoffed. “I get presents!”

Burt squinted at the clock. 3:15am. “Not until morning, you don’t.”

Kurt pouted and tried, “It’s almost morning.”

“Not close enough, kid. C’mere,” Burt pulled him into the warm bed between himself and his wife.

Kurt snuggled down and went right back to sleep.

Burt was less lucky.

Birthday #7

Kids had started treating him funny this year. He was too fancy, too girly, holding hands was weird.

Nobody was coming.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

“Am I too late?”

They jumped as a little black girl with pom-pom hair popped out of nowhere.

“I’m Mercedes,” she greeted. “We just moved here. Mom said you would have invited me if you’d known.”

“I’m Kurt.” He smiled. “Do you like tea parties?”

“Is there cake?”

Mrs. Hummel beamed. “Cake, ice cream, and Kool-Aid.”

Kurt shrugged. “Nobody else came.”

She grabbed his hand like she’d known him forever. “More for us! Happy Birthday, Kurt.”

Birthday #8

Kurt took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and carefully blew out the candles. All but the extra one that his parents always put on his cake.

“Aren’t you gonna finish, bud?”

He looked from Daddy over to his mother, home again, but so frail he was sometimes afraid to hug her, worried she might pop like a fragile soap bubble. He offered her the candle. “Here, Mommy. Blow it out. Maybe you’ll get another year to grow on.”

The eyes of the two adults met, then Mommy nodded. The three of them blew out the final candle together.

Birthday #9

Barely daring to hope, Kurt came down the stairs. Birthday cakes and presents had been Mommy’s specialty. Daddy had forgotten his own birthday and had nearly forgotten Christmas.

Kurt gasped when he saw it, waiting, shining and spectacular against the front door.

“A bike!”

Bright green, sissy bars with foil streamers, and a banana seat. Perfect!

Burt smiled. He had scoffed a such a “girly” bike when Kurt spotted it at the toy store. But now, looking at the all-too-rare joy in his son’s eyes and feeling the approving smile his wife would have given, he nodded. It was perfect.

Birthday #10

Buying gifts was tough when your kid always clammed up on you. A dad had to be observant.

Ten years old. A landmark like that needed something special, but the only thing Kurt seemed into was clothes. He had enough of those for ten kids.

He’d probably like a Barbie he could change in and out of different outfits, but Burt cringed at the thought.

He did doodle pretty good though. Sure, it was mostly pictures of clothes, but that was a start.

A fancy sketchpad with a case and a hundred different colored pencils. Yeah, that was the ticket.

Birthday #11

“Dad, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Kurt sighed with exaggerated impatience. He had come home from school to find Dad waiting at the truck, ordering him to get in, then not saying another word. The suspense was killing him.

“Ta-Dahhhh!”

They had pulled up in front of a nondescript brick building. “Columbus Culinary Arts?”

“You like to cook right? Well, we’re gonna fix your birthday dinner this year with the help of a real chef. Lessons are once a week for the next couple months.”

Gourmet cooking lessons!

“Oh wow. Dad, this is amazing!”

Burt grinned. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

Birthday #12

Last year’s surprise had gone so well that Burt had decided on a repeat. But when he saw the excitement on Kurt’s face at finding a pair of tickets inside his birthday card turn to disappointment and horror, quickly masked with a fake smile, he knew he’d goofed.

“I know baseball isn’t your thing,” he said, almost pleading. “But you’ve never seen a live game before. It’s a whole different experience. It’s a home game. We can yell and scream, and cheer our team on with thousands of other fans.”

The stiff not-smile never wavered. “Sounds . . . fun.”

Birthday #13

Dad had bought out one of the partners at the garage this spring and now owned a majority share of the renamed “Hummel Tires & Lube”. Kurt wanted to snicker at that name, but he was proud too.

His birthday this year coincided with Friday Night Dinner. Dad had invited all the mechanics over for a potluck. They’d had Mary’s special fried chicken, Cassius’s homemade cornbread, and Davy’s mac’n’cheese. Now Dad brought out the cake.

Kurt laughed. A sheet-cake with a tow-truck and two little plastic mechanics for decoration.

“You and me kid. Partners.”

The mechanics cheered and everybody dug in.

Birthday #14

Kurt froze when he saw tickets peeping out of his card. Not again. Noise, sunburn, unhealthy food, tacky uniforms, and Dad trying so hard to make a boring sport seem like fun.

He sighed and pasted on a smile, which quickly transformed into shock.

“Wicked?” he squeaked, staring hard at the little papers as if the printing might change if he dared to look away.

“Embassy Theater is giving regional business owners a discount this year,” Burt said apologetically. “It’s just a traveling production, not real Broadway, but I …”

His apology was cut off by a joyful teenaged hug.

Birthday #15

“Don’t worry, son, you got this. Just remember everything I taught you. You got a whole year to get ready for the practical test.”

“I know.”

“And it’s okay if you don’t get it right the first time. Not everybody does.”

“I’m fine, Dad.”

“I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re through.”

“I know that, Dad. I’ll be okay, really.”

At that moment, Kurt’s name was called and he sprang from his hard green plastic chair. His dad’s repeated reassurances were making him jumpy.

Twenty minutes later, a brightly grinning Kurt was waving his freshly minted driver’s permit.

Birthday #16

Burt patted the giant blue bow the dealership had provided over the hood of the shining black Lincoln Navigator.

Kurt was gonna flip! He’d passed his DMV test with flying colors and was no doubt showing off his shiny new license to all his friends at school.

He paused. Did Kurt have any friends to share this accomplishment with? He always seemed so alone.

Maybe that’s why he had decided to spoil his son with a huge birthday gift.

It wasn’t right for such a good kid to be all alone. Maybe having his own ride would help change that.

Birthday #17

A dozen teens gathered in Kurt’s basement to celebrate the end-of-school, non-disbanding of Glee, and Kurt’s birthday, all in one.

“Not like ten years ago,” Mercedes said to Kurt, as they watched Mike and Brittany dance.

“Ten years?”

“Your seventh? It was just you, me, your mom, and lots of chocolate cake.”

Kurt was astounded. “That was you?”

“You forgot?”

“I remember a little girl who showed up and invited herself to my party.”

“And I remember a little boy who needed a friend as much as I did.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thanks for coming.”

She squeezed back. “Always.”

Birthday #18

Kurt stared at his birthday cake, unable to think of anything to wish for.

He was 18-years-old today, a legal adult. He had new family in Carole and Finn, his dad was on the mend, he would be back at McKinley for senior year, he had made his first visit to New York City, and he had a boyfriend! One who had just told Kurt that he loved him for the very first time.

‘I wish for next year to be as good as this,” he thought, taking a deep breath and blowing.

The flames flickered out, all except one.

Birthday #19

Senior year had been a disaster, and now he had not gotten into NYADA, despite his well-praised audition.

“Blaine wants me to spend another year here,” he whispered. “I just can’t.”

Burt’s callused hand squeezed his neck. “Then don’t. You’re 19 now, a man. You got talents galore, work experience from the garage, enough drive for ten kids, and your mom’s life insurance money to give you a start.”

“But…”

“No buts,” Burt said firmly. “You go on to New York and grab life by the balls.”

Kurt felt his optimism rise. “Help me look for apartments?”

“You got it.”

Birthday #20

What a difference a year made.

He’d dumped Blaine after being cheated on less than a month after leaving Lima. He was enrolled at FIT and sharing a shoebox apartment with a fellow design student and a Broadway hopeful, but both were young gay men from small towns, and they had a lot in common.

“Happy Birthday!” Elliott shouted, tossing a handful of glittery sequins at him.

Adam came in playing the birthday song on a kazoo he had gotten from who-knows-where. “Ready for Callbacks? $20 on who gets the first hot guy’s number!”

“I already have yours. I win!”

Birthday #21

“I have the honor of presenting your first official grown-up drink,” Adam said, smiling lovingly at his grinning boyfriend of nearly a year. He set down a martini glass with a cherry floating on top. “A Manhattan seemed appropriate.”

Kurt beamed and gave him a kiss, then took an experimental sip. “I’ve had alcohol before,” he admitted. “Mostly wine, though. Mm, this is good!”

“I thought you’d like it. Happy Birthday, my love. May the future bring every good thing you wish for, and never more heartache than you can handle.”

Kurt could not have asked for a better sentiment.

THE END

#birthday drabbles #Kurt and Burt #Kurt and Mercedes #Kurt and Adam

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striveattemptfail · 5 years ago

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Football Vs. Husband: Which Do You Know Better? | Zimbits ft. Tater, G, 1.8k

Summary: Bitty gets quizzed on two of his favourite things: Jack and...... football?

Based on the Buzzfeed video of the same name. Takes place sometime in Sept-Oct 2019. Minor spoilers for 4.25 Faber and 4.26 Check, Please! (If you can call em spoilers LOL.)

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A/N: Fun fact: At the time I wrote this (2017), it was set in the “future” (2019), but now that year is literally the past for us hahahahahahskfjasldfjasldfjklaskdfj. In the fic summary I say “minor spoilers” because what I originally wrote as wish fulfillment in 2017 became canon in 2020.

Anyway, this is a near verbatim copy of Ned Fulmer getting quizzed on his wife vs football—like fr some of the dialogue is exactly the same LOL. Thanks to @smol0ctopus for the beta and the omg stream! please server for advice!<3 Any other mistakes are mine.

YouTube transcript of Football Vs. Husband (Check, Please! #151: A Falconers Special!) [Descriptive captions by biittyyreciipees, airhockeycanbeviolent, and f4lcsboy: Check, Please! Captioning Team]

Eric Hey, y’all! Didja miss me? Because I sure did miss you! Now, today’s video is a lil special. Y’all’ll see that I’ve got myself some lovely guests here from Providence’s own Falconers team. (gestures towards Jack and Tater) Say hi guys!

Tater (waves) Hi!

Jack (single nod, smiles) Hello.

Eric I’ve got here regular guest and my husband, Jack Zimermann, and his teammate, Alexei Mashkov—

Tater But you call me Tater!

Eric (laughs) But we call him Tater! Tater, why don’t you explain what’ll happen here today?

Tater Is collaboration with Falcs TV! We had special tournament to see if players knows their SOAPs more than favorite thing.

ONSCREEN CAPTION SOAPs = Significant Others And Partners, for all y’all non-hockey fans out there! Click here (highlighted annotation inserted) to watch the tournament on the Falconer’s official website or check this video’s description!

Eric I had me such a great time over on Falcs TV with Jack that I wanted to share the fun with y’all here!

Tater (nods) Zimmboni crush everyone in tournament!

ONSCREEN CAPTION “Zimmboni” is Jack’s hockey nickname, like “Tater” is for Alexei. Everyone on the team has one! In fact, I have one too: Bitty! But Alexei likes to call me “B”.

Jack (shrugs, gives small smile) I know history. I know my husband.

Eric (laughs, blushes)

Tater Now, is time to see if B know Zimmboni just as much!

Eric I’m feelin’ pretty confident that I do. What do you think, sweetpea?

Jack I think Bits knows me better than myself, to be honest.

Eric Jack! (blushing again)

Tater Yes, yes, is very cute! But I’m want to ask questions now, yes?

Eric (turns to camera) Now, I tried to get ‘em to quiz me on baking—because y’all and your mama know that I love it—but Jack here insisted that I get asked about football instead.

Jack Baking’s too easy. I figured you’d appreciate the challenge. You know a lot about American football, eh?

Eric (rolls eyes) “American football”—I know y’all in Canada just call it football too! Now, I’d argue, but that’ll take up the rest of this video, so I guess it’s time to get to the quiz!

Tater Yes!

(video transition with dramatic music)

Tater (holds up stack of cards in hands) Here, I’m hold questions about NFL and college football, plus questions about Zimmboni for B to answer. Like during Falcs’ tournament, I’m ask SOAP about their favorite subject first, then ask about their partner. B, is ready?

Eric As I’ll ever be!

Jack Gonna crush it, Bits.

Eric Let’s hope so, sweetheart.

Tater Will be good, B, I’m sure! Question one, name five offensive positions in the NFL.

Eric Lord, how easy—quarterback, running back, wide receiver, offensive tackle, tight end.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 5/5

Tater See, B! You be fine! Name five of Zimmboni’s favourite foods.

Eric Ooh, alright. So PB&J sandwiches, chicken tenders... scrambled eggs, uh, cassoulet... (Caption Note: French food pronunciation is not butchered, because food)

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 4/5

Tater One more, B.

Eric Hm, let’s see—

Tater (snickers) Remember this easiest question in stack.

Eric Oh, hush, you.

Jack Bits? Maybe a dessert?

Eric (hits head with base of palm) Oh, goodness me, right! Maple sugar crusted apple pie.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 5/5

Tater (nods) Yes. Okay, how many minutes in football quarter?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: Quarters in the NFL and NCAA football are 15 minutes.

Eric 15 minutes.

Tater How long is Zimmboni’s pre-game ritual?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 15 minutes max. Like all athletes, hockey players have specific rituals before their games.

Eric About thirty minutes?

Tater (whooping laughter) 15 minutes, max.

Jack (laughs)

Eric (gasps, shakes head) That is not true, that can not be true! Honey, I’ve seen you take 15 minutes making your pre-game PBJ sandwiches. (scoffs)

Jack (makes a face)

Tater Sorry, B. Must give big zero for that question.

Eric (rolls eyes) Hmph!

Tater B, you get 20 seconds—name as many starting quarterbacks in the NFL as possible. Ready, set, go!

Eric Matt Ryan, Aaron Rodgers, Josh Allen, Philip Rivers, Tom Brady—ugh—Baker Mayfield, Derek Carr, Carson Palmer.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 8

Tater Have 10 seconds, name as many as Zimmboni’s lineys when he finally move to first line.

ONSCREEN CAPTION Lineys = Hockey linemates. Fun fact: Jack moved from third to first line during his first season in the Falcs back in 2015!

Eric (opens mouth)

Tater But! Must name them by nickname!

Eric (single nod, determined expression)

Tater Okay? Ready, set, go!

Eric Alright so excluding Jack, that’ll be you, Tater, then we got Marty, Thirdy, Guy, and Snowy if you count the goalies!

Tater (solemnly nods) Always count goalies!

Eric Then that’s five for five. Gettin’ a lil easy there!

ONSCREEN CAPTION Score: 5/5

Tater Haha! Okay, who are on cover of Sports Illustrated for this season’s NFL and college previews?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: Jarvis Landry and Odell Beckham Jr. were on the cover for the NFL preview. Trevor Lawrence was on the cover for the college preview.

Eric Oh, Coach and I were just talkin’ about this! I know the NFL preview was Odell Beckham Jr. and Jarvis Landry, but the college preview... (brief pause, placing chin on fist contemplatively) I think it’s Trevor Lawrence?

Tater Correct! What magazine cover did Zimmboni appear on first?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: Trick question! Jack’s first ever appearance on a magazine cover was not as a hockey player. He first appeared on People Magazine as a baby with his parents, Robert “Bad bob” Zimmermann and Alicia Zimmermann.

Eric Can I ask a question?

Tater ...no.

Eric Well, shoot, alright. If you mean his first cover as an athlete, I’ll say Sports Illustrated, but if you mean his first one ever I think it’s People Magazine when he was a baby.

Tater (censored beep) Wow!

Jack (raises eyebrows) You remember that?

Eric Well, you told me! And Alicia did show me when we visited for Christmas one year. (smug smirk)

Jack (covers face in hand, exasperated sigh) Of course she did.

Tater Next question! How many Super Bowl rings does Tom Brady have?

Eric Oh goodness. I think it’s five?

Tater Six!

Eric What?

Tater Is six!

Eric (groans) Of course it’s six. Whatever, it’s fine, I try not to think about Tom Brady anyway. I don’t mind getting this one wrong. In fact, I’m kinda glad because I certainly don’t care for the man. Like, who—

Jack Bits. We’re in the middle of a game right now?

Eric (blushes) Oh, right.

Tater It’s alright, B, haha. But we move on with game now, yes? (single nod) Now, how many rings Zimmboni normally wear?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 1.

Eric One! He usually just wears his wedding ring, but today he’s got his 2016 Stanley ring! Wanna show it off, honey?

Jack (sheepishly holds up hands to show the two rings)

ONSCREEN CAPTION Fun fact: The team who wins the Stanley Cup get matching rings. Jack got his first one when the Falcs won the Cup in 2016!

Tater Is tough one now: How many times have the Atlanta Falcons made the playoffs?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 14.

Eric (sighs) Oh Lordy, that's hard. Alright, so by the time I was born they were at five so— (voice continues in fast forward) —they did in ‘98, then... ‘02? After was 2004, not 2005, or ‘06... so the next one was 2008. Then there was that streak from 2010 to 2012. Then the next one was 2016, and then ‘17. Not ‘18 and ‘19. So that’s... (begins to count on fingers)

Tater (back to regular speed, looking impressed) You have answer, B?

Eric I'm gonna go with fourteen as of this year.

Tater (censored beep)!!!

Eric (laughs)

Jack (censored beep), Bittle.

Tater Is amazing! You have both number and years!

Eric I’m Southern, and my daddy’s a football coach. (shrugs) Can’t help it!

Jack (chuckles) This is why I wanted you to answer stuff about the football instead of baking.

Eric (rolls eyes, swats Jack’s arm) Oh, this boy.

Tater Next question! What is most number of times Zimmboni fight in one season?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 3 fights.

Eric Ooh, shoot. I should know this one too, huh? Okay, so his first season he only got in one fight— (voice continues in fast forward) —and second season was also one, I think. After that, uhh, I think he finally got in two. Last year was three maybe? And this season hasn’t even started. But last year? Was it three? I don’t quite—hm.

Tater (back to regular speed) Your answer, B?

Eric I’m gonna go with three fights for last season.

Tater (shaking his head)

Jack What did I say?

Tater (censored beep) Is correct. (huffs) What year did Falcons join the NFL?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 1965.

Eric Uhhh, oh goodness, I know Coach told me this at some point... (pause) I think it was 1965?

Tater Correct! What year Zimmboni first try skating?

ONSCREEN CAPTION Answer: 1992. Fun fact: Bad Bob had Jack skating as soon as Jack could walk!

Eric Skating, huh? ‘Cause I’ll bet the son of Bad Bob tried on his first skates before he even turned one, huh? (smiles cheekily)

Jack (nudges with elbow, gives Eric a small smile) Not the question.

Eric Oh alright, not the question. Hmm, I know it was before you turned three so, I’ll say... (drawling out answer) nineteen-ninety... two?

Tater (throws cards out of hand, shaking his head) Is correct again!

Eric Oh my god!

(high pitched sound as Eric fist pumps the air)

Jack (laughs, bringing an arm around Eric before kissing his cheek)

Tater B, I'm frustrate to say you know Zimmboni as much as you know football.

ONSCREEN CAPTION FINAL SCORE: Football = 6, Husband = 6. T I E ! ! !

Jack Knew it. Told you so, Bits.

Eric That sounds like a chirp, and I will not have that on my vlog, Mr. Zimmermann. So with that, I guess we’re done! (looks towards camera, claps once) Well, that about does it for today’s video! Thank you so much to my special guests, Providence Falconers’ Jack Zimermann and Alexei Mashkov, for joining me today. (gestures towards Jack and Tater)

Tater (nods with a wide smile) Thanks for having us, B!

Jack (smiles and nods) Always great to be here.

Eric Be sure to check out the Falcs TV videos too! Link in the description or right over here! (points to space, highlighted annotation inserted) And thanks for tuning in! Next week, I’ll have a new video for y’all on the best ways to add protein to your favourite sandwiches.

(Eric, Jack, and Tater wave at the camera)

Eric Bye, y’all! See ya next time!

(More notes on Ao3.)

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #check please #checkpleaselastslice #zimbits #alexei mashkov #tater #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #bitty blast #jercy attempts words #fanfiction #fanfic

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wannawritefast · 6 years ago

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Iron Maiden

A/N: Hey, guys! This fic is my submission for @bionic-buckyb ‘s Birthday angst-writing challenge. I had an awesome time writing this and I hope y’all enjoy it! And a big early HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, Kait! Xoxo, Echo.

Prompt: 37. “You need to stop yelling at inanimate objects.” “And you need to stop telling me how to live my life but things never go as we want.”

Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader, Steve x Reader (if you squint)

“Y/n, watch your 6.” Steve warned. You spun around swiftly and fired your blasters at the oncoming HYDRA guard behind you. The man was knocked down immediately, right before he could tackle you to the ground.

“Thanks, Spangles,” you breathed. He hated that nickname. You jumped right back into action. Slamming another guard into the ground you felt a bullet hit your suit at the base of your neck. Your suit, a replica of your dad’s but fitted for you, hummed lowly before whirring in a concerning manner. That didn’t sound good… not one bit.

“Uh… FRIDAY, talk to me. What happened?” You asked. Your limbs moved slowly, hiccuping as you tried to turn to fight another guard running at you.

“It seems as if the bullet hit your suit at just the right angle to mess up your limb calibration…” You could fix this… This was totally fixable. All you needed to do was turn on the back-up calibrator manually and-

“Everything ok, kiddo?” Your dad’s voice chimed in on the comm line.

“I’m uh- I’m fine, Mr. Stark. Thanks for-”

“Not you, Peter. But I’m glad you’re fine. Y/n? You alright?”

“Just having some technical difficulties!” You called as, this time, a HYDRA agent was able to successfully knock you to the floor. Your limbs still sputtered. The man began punching your mask and your display screen sparked.

“FRIDAY, what happened?”

“No! I have this-”

“Limb calibration: impaired and inoperational.”

“Dad, don’t you dare do what I think-!” You warned. All of a sudden, Steve’s shield knocked the agent off of you.

“She’s clear, Stark.” He informed your father of your status before pushing back through the line of HYDRA agents. Did he just help your dad?

“Hey! I-!”

“FRIDAY, activate ‘Pick Me Up. I’m Scared’ Protocol on Iron Maiden.”

“DAD!” You screeched. All of a sudden, your display went red and FRIDAY took over. Your arms shot to your sides, involuntarily, and locked in place. Any resistance was no use; the suit was in control now. Your launch jets turned on and your autopilot overrode your manual flying.

Within seconds you were programmed on a route to the Avengers compound in New York while the rest of the team finished the mission. You were going to have some words with your father and Steve when they got back.

You were angrily repairing your suit when the whir-stomp pattern of your dad’s suit and the collective footsteps of the team entering the compound’s armory and suit repair center interrupted your music blaring through the speakers. You stood from your stool and moved your goggles to the top of your head. Crossing your arms and popping out your hip, you watched your dad stop while the rest of the group, Steve included, moved to the armory.

You stuck your gloved hand out to ruffle Peter’s hair and you did your handshake with him, not breaking eye contact with your father. He opened his face panel first and then the rest of his suit before stepping out of it. Right as Steve thought he could avoid your anger by blending with the group you turned your head swiftly at the blue-suit clad super soldier.

“You’re not off the hook, Spangles,” you chided humorlessly. The man paused in the doorway and you swore you heard Clint snicker. “Get your ass over here.” Steve dragged his feet and walked to the middle ground between you and your father.

“The ‘Pick Me Up. I’m Scared’ Protocol? Are fucking kidding me?! Last mission, I had a millisecond delay in my left gauntlet. The mission before, one bolt out of the 50 in my helmet didn’t latch. Dad, you use it every GODDAMN time! I am a grown-ass adult.” You growled at your father. He only blinked at you calmly. “And you!” You directed your rage-filled gaze back at Steve. “I was handling everything just fine-”

“You were not,” Steve corrected you. “You were getting pummeled by a HYDRA agent. Your suit malfunctioning was doing more harm than good and you weren’t safe.”

Your jaw dropped and you blinked, flabbergasted by his words.

“I can’t believe we’re agreeing on something, Rogers,” your dad spoke up.

Steve rolled his eyes as he pulled his helmet off of his head. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and let out an exhausted sigh. If you weren’t so pissed off, you would have been concerned.

“I don’t even know why I bother going on missions if you guys are going to just send me home before it ends.” You muttered as you went back to fixing your suit. You grabbed your blowtorch and pulled your goggles back on as you reset a panel along your suit’s rib armor, effectively and nonverbally dismissing them.

Steve and Tony each silently unwound from the mission, letting you work on your suit repairs in solitude. They knew better than to try to egg you on when you were this upset.

For the next few hours, you troubleshot everything. The blasters. The armor. The joint mobility. The display screens. The wiring. The rockets. The microphone. The AI pairing and connection. All to make sure that when you went on a mission next, your dad would have no excuse to take you out of the fight for stupid reasons.

You looked over at your dad’s empty and unrepaired suit. Grudgingly. It had bullet marks and chips in the armor where various weapons had clanged against it.

Every ounce of anger in your body told you to stay away from that suit and spite your dad by not fixing it… But as much as you were angry at your dad, you couldn’t put him at risk during the next mission.

So, grudgingly, you grabbed your tools and moved to where his suit was. He’d thank you later.

Thirty minutes of repairing your dad’s suit drove you to start talking to it. You weren’t crazy. You were just using an outlet.

“You are being too. Damn. Stubborn.” You snarled at a panel on the back of your dad’s suit. You had been trying to replace it for the past five minutes and you had reattached it 5 times. “If you’d be cooperative this would be way easier…”

You screwed it in again, gritting your teeth when you felt it tighten. If it didn’t stay this time you didn’t know what you were going to do.

You leaned back slightly with your palm cupped underneath the small piece in his armor, to catch it if it should fall. You waited for a few more seconds. With a satisfied smirk you pulled your hand away and moved onto the helmet of the suit.

Right as you set the helmet down on the table next to you, you heard a pop and the sound of a small piece of metal ringing against the floor. You turned around and beheld the sight of that goddamn panel on the floor.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you asked aloud. “All I’m trying to do is fix you and you are refusing to let me help…” You jammed it back in place, not your finest workmanship but sometimes brute force worked the best.

It remained in its spot for about five seconds before falling off again and hitting the floor with a small clang.

“I’m honestly so done with you…” you trailed off. “I’ll deal with you later.”

You proceeded to focus your attention on your dad’s helmet. “You know. I don’t understand how you manage to get so dirty every single mission.” You applied soap to a rag and wiped down the external lenses. “It’s like you want me to clean you every day.”

You put on your dad’s helmet to check the inside display. It whirred to life as soon as it was on your head. “Hello, Y/n Stark,” FRIDAY greeted.

“Hey, FRIDAY. Just doing some system’s checks on my dad’s helmet.” You waved your hand in front of the screen to test the lag and everything moved just as it should. “Check life remaining on the bulbs.”

“Life remaining on display bulbs: 12%.”

“Jeez…” It was enough to get through another mission but just barely. Leave it to your dad to wait to the last minute. You pulled off the helmet and lifted the front panel away from the piece of metal. “FRIDAY, eject projector bulbs.”

With a click, a small carton of bulbs was pushed out of the bottom of the facial panel. You grabbed it and tossed it between your hands before throwing it into your ‘recycle’ pile. You pulled a drawer out and replaced the bulb carton in the helmet, like clockwork. You worked on the rest of the suit, purposefully and purposely saving that goddamn spine panel for last.

The time came for you to replace the panel on your dad’s suit. It usually wouldn’t have made you as angry as fast as it did but today was just not your day… especially with your dad pulling you out of your mission early again.

The first few times it popped defiantly out of place, you were able to control your temper. But after the 22nd time of it jumping away from its delegated spot… well…

“I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING AND YOU WON’T LISTEN!” You screeched at the piece of metal that was no bigger than 3 inches long and 1 inch wide. “I’M ONLY TRYING TO HELP!” You chucked it at the floor with unbridled force. You thought you saw a chip in the concrete from your outburst.

It was only a piece of metal but you felt tears forming in your eyes nonetheless. “I only want to help,” you cried quietly. Your voice breaking filled the empty room pitifully. “And you won’t let me!”

“You need to stop yelling at inanimate objects.” Your dad was leaning in the glass door frame of the lab repair center. You didn’t know how much of that he had seen but you, honestly, didn’t care. It’s not like he gave a damn about anyone’s emotions besides his own.

“And you need to stop telling me how to live my life,” you sniffled before quipping, “but things never go as we want.” You turned back to stare at the glaringly shiny and undamaged piece of metal on the floor.

Your dad sighed. Oh boy, your waterworks were flowing… This was going to be harder than he thought. “There’s no sulking in this compound. If you want to be angsty, you have to check in with Barnes first.” He took a few strides into the lab.

“You should check in with me before you just decide to pull me out of missions but I can see tunnel vision runs in the Stark family and skipped a generation,” you gestured to yourself theatrically. You picked up a wrench and twisted it in your hand therapeutically. “I don’t get it… I just want to help.”

You looked at your dad with a puffy nose, red eyes, and tear-soaked lashes. Tony felt the pang in his heart at how similar you looked to your toddler self when you had watched your mother walk out the front door and never come back. That screaming match in particular between your parents had left your toddler psyche pretty emotionally raw and your mother leaving was the icing on the cake.

Tony gulped. He didn’t know what to say. He certainly had a reason for acting the way he did but he had know idea how to explain it to you. Or how to justify you never completing a mission. Because any sign of danger towards you, to him, was another way for one of the most important people in his life to be taken away from him.

“Well?” you snapped. “Nothing to say for yourself?”

“I think I was well justified in taking you out of the mission if you couldn’t even stand up, Tin Man!”

“I have the manual limb recalibration installed in my suit for this very reason, Dad! If you had just let me-!”

“‘Let you’ what? Manually recalibrate?” Your dad scoffed incredulously. “That takes 5 minutes to do! Do you think those HYDRA agents are going to wait 5 minutes for your suit to start up again and then fight you? Do you think they have an ounce of mercy or kindness for anyone?! For their enemies?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t turn this on them! I could have stayed in the mission!”

“No, you couldn’t have!” Tony was about this close to ripping his hair out.

“Yes, I could-”

“Not without getting killed, you couldn’t have!” He yelled. Tony threw his arms out, he had nothing else to give you besides that.

That got you silent. There were very few times in any given Stark’s life that rendered one speechless. This was one of those times for you. So this was what it was about?

His eyes watered. Tony hated it when you had to see him like this. You didn’t need to see him at his weak points. He had to be strong for you, as both a father and mother.

“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because the suit that I built for you failed you.”

“Dad…” your tone was no longer like a whip. “My suit is safe. You designed and built it. I only repair it after missions. This is your handiwork and yours alone.”

“You can’t put that much faith in me. I don’t even put that much faith in me.”

You shook your head at his stubbornness. “Well, maybe it’s time you did. Listen, machines will fail from time to time and-”

Your dad cut you off. “But that’s just it.” You pretended not to see his lip tremble a little bit. “Machines fail from time to time but the time that it does could mean the end for me… if you died.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” you took a deep breath as you stood across from him. “Machines fail from time to time and it sucks. But machinery failing is something that happens to the average engineer. And you’ve worked these systems personally. If there’s anything I know about your machinery, it’s that your work is high above average.” You grabbed one of his hands. “If you can make trillions of dollars on your successful inventions, then I trust a suit from the same successful designer. Especially my dad.”

Your dad pulled you into a hug. “Oh, kid…” he breathed. “You’re worth way more than trillions of dollars.”

“Believe me… I’m well aware.” You looked up at him.

He let out a deep breath, the top of your head crooked underneath his chin. “When you’re smarter than me, it makes me look bad.”

“Well, thank God it’s only you, me and FRIDAY here. You know,” you shrugged, “for your ego’s sake.”

The piece of metal glinted at you from the floor, reminding you of what you’d been working on before you and your dad had your heart-to-heart.

“So…” you prompted. “You’ll ease up a little on the missions… right?”

Your dad let out a reluctant groan. “Only if you can promise that you’ll leave a mission when it is no longer safe nor helpful for you to be there.”

You let out a sound similar to your dad’s. “Define ‘safe.’”

Your dad leaned back and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Okay, fine!” You put your hands up in surrender and stepped out of the hug to pick up the piece of armor off the floor.

With a few quick taps of your hammer the piece was secured. You even waited a few seconds and, much to your surprise, it held strong. And in place.

#tony x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #bionic_buckyb angst writing challenge #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #avengers fanfic

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valdomarx · 7 years ago

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A New Year’s Eve Tradition

To celebrate the holiday season, here’s some seriously fluffy Avengers Assemble fic for NYE, inspired by the episode New Year’s Resolution.

The last way Tony wanted to spend New Year’s Eve was alone.

In the three weeks since he’d return from the other dimension, he’d been fighting off nightmares and had struggled to leave the safety of the tower. He found himself jumpy and on edge in public. He wanted so much to reach out, to touch others and assure himself that they were real, he was real, they were here together and he was not still alone in that endless, timeless place. But the noise and bustle of crowds was too much for him right now, it was too overwhelming, too much to process after being in silence for so long.

When Clint, Natasha and Sam had invited him to spend the evening partying with them, he’d appreciated the offer but had to turn them down. Even Hulk and Thor had tried to persuade him to join them in an evening of merriment, but Tony didn’t want to think about how much noise and chaos that would involve. And Steve… there was a distance between the two of them that there hadn’t been before. Steve had been going it alone without Tony for months, so Tony wasn’t going to foist himself onto him now, no matter how needy he felt.

He hated to be alone, and he knew the team would stay with him if he asked. But he couldn’t impose that on them - it was so rare that everyone got a night off that it didn’t seem right to rope them into babysitting him just because he was having some adjustment difficulties.

God, but he could use a hug. In the other place, time had worked differently - but one thing that had been a constant was that he was alone. He longed for the feel of a friendly hand on his shoulder, the brush of a thumb over his knuckles, the way he would fall asleep with his head tucked against Steve’s big, warm chest during movie nights. He saw Steve every day and yet he missed him as if they were still stuck on opposite sides of an unbridgeable canyon.

He made a decision: he would distract himself with work. That usually worked as a coping mechanism. And thinking about Steve, and dimensions, and canyons, he knew just the project to work on.

Gathering up all the leftover parts of the 30th-century-tech-enhanced robot that Kang had used to teleport Peggy and his dad into the future took a while, but he corralled everything he needed into his lab and got to work on reverse-engineering the technology. If the device could send people forward in time, it shouldn’t be so hard to make it send people backward in time instead.

He was deep into dissecting a diode when familiar heavy footsteps drew his attention. Steve leaned against a workbench as if he belonged there, and for a second Tony let himself indulge in the fantasy of Steve being a permanent fixture down here.

But there was work to do, and he owed Steve a debt. A long silence stretched in between them. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out.

Steve tensed, almost imperceptibly. “What for?”

“When I needed you, you came and rescued me from that other dimension. You’ve always been there when I need you. But I haven’t given you the same. I haven’t been able to find a way for you to go back to the 40s to be with Peggy. If I’d spent more time with this tech, I’d have figured it out by now.”

Steve opened his mouth, surely about to deny it and absolve Tony of the blame. But Tony wouldn’t let him, wouldn’t let himself be forgiven for this. He barreled onward. “I know it must be hard, being without her on new year. After last year, when you came so close to having everything that you wanted. Everything you deserve.”

“Tony, that’s not-”

“I know how much you want to go home,” Tony said with finality, and it was killing him but he wouldn’t make Steve feel guilty about this. Just because he wasn’t sure if he could get by without Steve any more, it wasn’t fair to take the man away from the happiness he deserved.

Steve’s brow crinkled. “Tony, there will always be a piece of me that belongs to the past. Peggy was a part of my life, and I’m grateful to have had the time with her that I did. But while you were… while you were away, I had a lot of time to think. I realized that I have a new place where I belong now, one that you gave to me. I’ve found my home, and it’s here. With you.”

Tony stared, uncomprehending.

“Um. With the team, I mean.”

Tony’s head spun as he attempted to make sense of this new information. An unfamiliar emotion glowed deep in his chest, and he dimly recognized it as hope. “So if you’re not knocking around the tower alone on this day of celebration to mourn your lost home, then why aren’t you out partying somewhere?”

“I was thinking about what you said last New Year’s Eve. About how this is a time to spend with the people you love.” A blush spread across Steve’s cheeks and he ducked his head to hide it.

Tony blinked in confusion. “You mean… like… spending time with the team?”

Tony could have sworn he saw Steve roll his eyes for a second. But then he answered in soothing tones. “With the team. Right. Come on, forget the tech, there’s something I want you to see.”

Steve took Tony’s hand. His grip was warm and firm in Tony’s and Tony never wanted to let go. With a shy smile, Steve lead them to the elevator and out onto the tower’s helipad, the city lights spread beneath them and the wind whipping through their hair. Steve had set up a picnic blanket right on the edge of the helipad, and Tony noted with amusement the ever so neat row of ham sandwiches and glasses of ginger beer that he had laid out.

“I thought we could sit up here and watch the fireworks,” Steve said, gesturing vaguely and utterly failing to look casual.

Tony felt himself unwind, somehow set at ease by Steve’s awkwardness. “That sounds like the perfect way to ring in the new year. I bet we can see the ball drop in Times Square from here.”

Steve’s posture relaxed and he and Tony settled themselves onto the blanket. Steve told him about the time his ma was going to take him to Times Square for the ball drop when he was young, but he’d come down with pneumonia and had to stay home instead. He pointed out the places in the city where he’d spent time back in the 40s - those which had stayed the same, and those which had changed. He sounded contemplative, but not sad. Like he was sharing something precious with Tony, not yearning to be somewhere else.

Fireworks exploded in bright colors, painting splashes of light across the city before them.

At one point, Tony shivered in the cold night air. Without a word, Steve produced another blanket and wrapped it around him. When he put an arm around Tony’s shoulder, Tony found himself leaning in to soak up Steve’s body heat and his homey smell of soap and old leather. Steve was warm and solid against him, and for the first time in a long while, Tony felt truly alive.

They were so absorbed that they almost don’t notice when midnight approached.

“10!” The yelling of the crowd as they counted down to midnight across the city carried up to where Steve and Tony sat together, legs dangling over the edge of the tower.

“There is one flaw with our New Year’s Eve plan,” Steve said, looking thoughtful.

“9!”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“8!”

“I understand there’s a tradition-”

“7!”

“- you’re supposed to kiss someone at midnight-”

“6!”

“- or it’s bad luck for the year.”

“5!”

“Well, Steve, that is a pickle -”

“4!”

“- but I can think of one solution.”

“3!”

“Yeah?”

“2!”

“Yeah.”

“1!”

The city erupted in cheers as the clock struck midnight and fireworks exploded overhead, but Tony barely registered that as Steve took his face in his hands and tentatively kissed him.

Tony felt himself beaming against Steve’s lips, and he pulled back to admire Steve in wonder.

“There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here with you,” Steve said earnestly, caressing Tony's cheek with a thumb. “Happy new year, Tony.”

Tony buried his face into Steve’s neck to hide the tightness in his throat. Steve put his arms around Tony and held him close, warmth spreading between both of them.

Tony felt the glowing embers of hope stoked by Steve's words and his continued presence. Perhaps there was a future for them together after all. “Happy new year, Cap.”

#stevetony #stony #avengers assemble #marvel #my writing #this is possibly the cutseyest thing i have ever written #y'all are going to have to embrace the fluff

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miraculousagentsofkrypton · 7 years ago

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@travllingbunny tagged me for this Agents of SHIELD fandom ask.

1). Favorite Season(s)?

OK, so I don’t have an all time favorite for this show because every freaking season is amazing. The season I enjoyed most when it was airing has to be season 2, because I was just so investing in Skye’s(Daisy) story and figuring out who and what she was. I also love story-lines that deal with people learning about their powers and how to deal with them. I also loved that we finally got May’s backstory during this season .On re-watch though, I noticed a lot more about the season that I didn’t like, such as the real shield arc and the end a bit, so its not my favorite.

This isn't a very popular opinion in this fandom, but I absolutely adore season 1. All of it. I like the happy and fun vibes of the first half season that have since vanished from the show. I actually think this season is really fun to re-watch because you get to see just how far the characters have come and how the writers were laying little hints all along.

I’m leaning more towards season 3 or 4 as being my favorite. I cant make judgements on Season 5 yet. In Season 3, we got to see how Daisy had developed and was starting to grow into a good leader. She had some good moments this season where we got to see just how empathetic and good she is. The Fallen Agent story arc did nothing to dissuade this, in fact the aftermath showed more of how much she cares and just wanted to be good I didn’t entirely like Static Quakes relationship though. I really enjoyed Fitzsimmons’ story throughout the season, and the way they slowly got together was perfect writing for their characters. Season 4 was just so action-packed, with a lot going on that I’m not going to go into. It was very engaging and the way it was built up and enacted made every episode good.

2). What’s your favorite AoS related memory?

I don’t really know to be honest. There’s no specific memory that stands out to me right now.

3). Favorite ship? Favorite brotp?

Honestly, my favorite ship right now has got to be Mack and Elena. They are genuinely one of the few couples that I truly ship. Im not one that cares that much about ships or romance. Friendships and family relationships are just more engaging to me because its more about who the characters truly are and how much they connect. A lot of romance is based on physical attraction and I often feel like less focus is put on that friendship aspect of a relationship.

That being said, Mack and Elena have had such a sweet and genuine relationship with each other since they met, and it really brings out their best qualities. They support each other and make the other stronger.(Im sort of pretending 5x16 didn't happen right now)

Philinda and Fitzsimmons are examples of couples that I could go either way on. I would totally be very happy if Philinda finally got together because they would be so sweet together. And as I said before, I loved season 3 when Fitzsimmons finally got together. But I also wouldn’t be upset if either of these ships had stayed entirely platonic. It took me a while to really get on board with Fitzsimmons though because they had such a good friendship and I didn’t feel the need for the drama of romance. I loved the idea of a Male/ female relationship that wasn’t based around romance, just two best friends being besties.

But to answer the second half of the question, Philindaisy and Mack and Daisy are my Brotps for sure. The family feel of Philindaisy is my favorite relationship in any fandom. They just all care for each other so much, and Coulson and May would be the best parents. And Mack and Daisy are totally siblings, and they support and care for each other so much as well, without it being romantic in the slightest. This really can’t be said for any other male/female friendship that’s been on the show.

4). What your favorite creation you’ve made for the show (fic, graphic, gifset, video, ect.)?

I’ve been more of a silent observer in this fandom from season 1. Its only been just recently that I have really started contributing.

5). What do you love most about the show?

The characters for sure. There is not a single character on the show that I have really disliked, except for Ward. Sorry Ward fans but, i never even liked him in season one. But even disliking him as its limits because he was such a well written character with some good development and interesting stories later in the show. All the characters are so complex and they all interact with eachother on a common basis, which, sadly cannot be said for a lot of other shows. Everyone has a different dynamic but none of them have felt cheesy, or forced (except for Static Quake - sorry not sorry).

The type of show, that AoS is now, is actually not a show that I would have ever started watching. Im not one for the dark gruesome drama, but I have grown to care far to much about the characters. And because I love all the characters so much, I love the show, despite it not being my usual type.

Also the writing is just so good becuase of the twists and turns that you would never expect and the high level of writing where how even the small things of season one built the foundation of things in Season 5. It develops so well.

6). Favorite character(s) and why?

Daisy Johnson is by far my favorite character. I know that she has never gotten much love from the fandom, but she is part of what really drew me into the show from the start. There are some really good moments for her from season one that started it all. The first is in the first episode, “With great power comes a ton of weird crap that you are not prepared to deal with.” She caught my interest as soon as she said that. But as the season progressed, the more she showed traits that I really admire and love to see shown in characters. In episode two, when shes talking to Ward, her statement about pieces solving a puzzle really struck me. Later, scenes such as in SEEDs, when Coulson told her about what happened to the agents that dropped her off at the orphanage, showed a very central aspect of her character. She saw the silver lining in a really tough time. Like Coulson said, he was telling her something that could destroy her faith in humanity, but instead she managed to repair a little bit of his. In repairs, the scene she has with Hannah is one of my favorites of season one because it once again shows just how empathetic and caring she is.

This was all just why I started to love her character, throughout the seasons she proved herself to be the moral, courageous, selfless, care person she seemed from the start. Even though she’s been through so, so much, she has remained true to who she is at her core throughout it all.

7). What’s been your favorite storyline?

As I said before, I loved Daisy's story line in season 2 when she discovers who and what she is. I loved the secret Warriors story line as well in season 3 when she gets to be an amazing leader. I have to go with the Framework as my favorite though because it was just so different, and it was interesting to see sort of what could have been.

8). Tell me your favorite scenes!

I have so many that I cant choose, but in the interest of space, here are two I love.

When Ward works with the team again for a bit in season two and he gives this speech about working together and the whole team is like you should have shot him in the face.

Season 3, when Fitz went through the portal to bring Jemma back. Not just because of how terrifying it was to watch, but also because of how much of an unsung hero Daisy was there. Fitz wasn’t the only hero that day, in fact he couldn’t have done anything without Daisy. The Mack and Daisy Moment at the end was so sweet,”You did good Tremors.”

9). Favorite quote/one liner?

I actually mentioned a few favorites when discussing Daisy. Season 1 had a ton of good one liners. But a few more that I like,

Jemma’s recent one, “Your steps don’t have to be big, they just have to take you in the right direction.”

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Hunter ,”Did she just get abducted by Aliens?”

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Jemma: You think I'm not romantic? I'm gonna do something with you on that island that will take your breath away.

Fitz, “What is... eh... are... are you... what?”

Jemma,” Snorkling!”

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Coulson, “Get ready for a large file transfer.”

Daisy, “How large?”

*Giant cabinet gets thrown out window.

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Coulson’s blue soap

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And the crowning jewel,

Sif, “When I think of [Thor] I want to smile? Why is that?”

Coulson, “Who can understand the mysteries of the the Asgardian brain?”

May, “I can”

Also that whole episode had some really good lines.

10). And, finally, favorite cast moment?

I don’t really pay that much attention to the cast, because I love the show for the story and the characters. The cast members are not actually the characters, and Im not one who follows or obsesses over celebrities, just fictional characters. I like what I have seen from them, and they seem cool, but, no I don’t have a favorite moment.

Idk who to tag, so anyone who wants to do it I guess. Its always interesting to hear peoples thoughts about Shield.

#aos #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#daisy johnson #phil coulson #melinda may #fandom ask #jemma simmons #leo fitz #grant ward #this is the best show on television

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queen-of-the-crows · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Tag

Okay so I was tagged by like 5 different people and I'm just gonna answer all in one post cause that's the easiest way to do it. Huge thank you to all my loves who tagged me in this @annorarutherford @heraldofwho @sassylavellen @enchantment1385 (twice :P) @elevanetheirin :)

Buckle up cause this is gonna be a long ride!

@annorarutherford questions

1. Biggest fear? Feeling like I've done nothing with my life and that I've been a failure

2. Favorite flower/plant? I'm not a nature person, that's just not my thing but a black rose

3. Are you close to your family? Sorta, some of them anyway, depends on alot honestly

4. Your deepest wish? Not to be rich but to be able to pay all my bills and still have a good amount of money left over to save and buy fun stuff

5. What's something that always calms you? No one thing always works, it depends on why I'm not calm. Video games work often, some times reading, sometimes writing, sometimes drinking

6. Some movies you love? Love this question! Jaws, Jurassic Park series, Alien series, Beauty and the Beast, Dracula, The Crow, and many others

7. Guilty pleasure song? I'm not really ashamed of anything I listen to but alot of people judge me for loving Fall Out Boy so I'll say anything by them, I have an entire playlist

8. Favorite weird smell? Professional hair color, I fucking love it. Also the green soap they use in tattoo shops

9. Game that has changed your life and how? Dragon Age. It introduced me to my love of gaming and are me fall in love with Thedas and the characters

10. Someone(s) on Tumblr you really admire/like? All my usual lovelies of course @annorarutherford @a-shakespearean-in-paris @sassylavellen @enchantment1385 @aban-asaara @heraldofwho also love seeing posts from @jawsandbones @andrastini @fyeahfenrisxfhawke @laraslandlockedblues @nevertrustamage and others

11. Worst personality traits someone can have? Always down on themselves, put down everyone around them, bad hygiene! (Not a personality trait but seriously bathe), being insanely cocky and thinking they can get whoever they want

@heraldofwho questions

1. When you get butterflies in your stomach what color are they? Blues and purples

2. If spiders could talk what would their voices sound like? I think they'd sound alot like Flemeth

3. How do you like your coffee or tea? In the trash lol I hate them both

4. If you could learn any language instantly, which one would you choose? Oh man, there's so many cool ones. Probably Russian, I love the sound of it

5. If they made a DA/ME film or series about YOUR protagonist- which OC would you choose and who should play them? Oh shit, I love them all so much!!! Probably Clea cause I think her and Zevran's story would be the most interesting. I would cast Megan Fox as Clea, she's my face claim for her and she plays a pretty good badass.

6. What change the nature of a person? Anything really depending on the person, death seems to be a big one, break ups, being broken

7. What musical instrument do you play? What instrument would you like to learn? I play piano and I sing. I'd like to have a piano so I can practice more but I wanna learn guitar also

8. Pick any aspect of your life or personality and choose a theme song for it. You Call Me A Bitch Like Its A Bad Thing by Halestorm because I'm very much fuck you and your opinions of me, i don't find being called a bitch insulting

9. Can you cook or bake? What's your speciality? I love baking and I can cook too. Cakes are my favorite thing to make

10. Got any dead crushes? Heath Ledger, Brandon Lee, Paul Walker, and Gary Oldman (I mean him in Dracula is to die for)

11. What is your quirkiest hobby or interest? I don't have many so probably writing fanfic

@sassylavellen questions

1. Do you have a favorite soundtrack from a movie or video game? Oh yes, Queen of the Damned. Best soundtrack ever created

2. What was the first video game you remember playing? Either Super Smash Bros or Mario Kart way back on Game Cube

3. If you could have any kind of food right now what would it be? Chocolate cake or Panda Express, maybe both

4. Are you a good cook? Oh yes

5. Do you have or want any exotic pets? I would love to have an iguana. Snakes are cool too

6. What fictional character would you love to be friends with? Oh so many, strictly friends with no somatic interest: Dorian, Varric, Cassandra, Shale, Charlie from Supernatural, The Doctor, Lisbeth Salandar, and Scout Harding

7. If you could have any superpower what would it be? Telekinesis and mind control

8. What movie could you watch and enjoy every single time? So many. Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, and Big Hero 6 are probably my tops though

9. Favorite color combinations? Black crimson and white, black grey and blue, black and deep purple, basically dark combinations

10. When you play games do you use armor sets that have good stats but looks bad or armor that looks good with bad stats? Definitely looks good with bad stats but I keep the ugly with good stats to change into for particularly challenging encounters. I love the story aspect of games and put so much time into my characters I like them to look good

11. Favorite genre of music? Rock and metal. KoRn and Rob Zombie are my absolute favorites if that helps explain it

@enchantment1385 first set of questions

1. Favorite fandom and why? Dragon Age. Best game series ever, the characters, the play through, the environment, the choices, the romance. And the people I interact with here are amazing

2. What's your Pokemon team? I played Black 2 so my favorite team was Zoroark, Arcanine, Banette, Lapras, Hydreigon, and Virizion

3. Favorite team in Dragon Age or Mass Effect? Depends on my class honestly but my favorite is dual weapon rogue so I'll answer for that. Origins- Alistair, Morrigan, either Shale or Zevran. DA2- Fenris, Aveline, either Varric or Anders or Merrill. Inquisition- Cassandra, Dorian, either Cole or Iron Bull

4. Favorite nonBioware game? Dishonored

5. OTP? Alistair and Cousland, Zevran and Mahariel, Fenris and Hawke, Cullen and Lavellan. None DA OTPs Mulder and Scully, Elizabeth Swan and Will Turner, Emma Swan and Captain Hook, Rose Tyler and the 10th Doctor

6. What is your guilty pleasure? I really don't have one that I know. Reading smutty fan fic maybe?

7. A food you can't get enough of? Cheese pizza, mac and cheese, spaghetti

8. What can you see right now? I'm in class so classroom stuff

9. Something I don't know about you? Alot. I'm coloring my hair white, I have a huge Fenris and femhawke in progress back piece, I'm in cosmetology school, I have a tattoo appointment with Sarah Miller

10. Most loved OC and why? As hard as it to choose between all my loves, I choose Clea. She's the most like me or rather I see the most of myself in her and that was an accident. I love her attitude, her sarcasm, her badassness, her relationship with Zevran, her goals, how she carries herself and how she just is.

11. What song is stuck in your head right now? Hold Me Tight Or Don't by Fall Out Boy

@enchantment1385 second set of questions

1. What does your name mean? Do you think the meaning is anything like you? Like our usernames? Queen of the Crows is a reference to Clea who takes over the Antivan Crows with Zevran and they do some reforming of the guild. She's one of the leaders so she's the queen of the Antivan Crows, hence queen of the Crows. Is that anything like me? Well I mean she's my OC and I'm alot like her so I would hope to be that badass if I was in Thedas.

2. First celebrity crush? Max Thieriot, he's still good looking too

3. If you could live in one fictional world, which one would you choose and why? Come on love, guess :P lol definitely Thedas. Learn archery and dual wield, find one of my favorite romances and fall in love. Oh yes! Second choice would be Westoros provided I could be with Jon Snow of course

4. Why did the chicken cross the road? His life bored him and he needed change

5. You can have one superpower, what do you choose? Answered this already but since this says only 1 I choose telekinesis

6. Biggest pet peeve? When people can't do simple things

7. 1 fictional character you would meet for a day if you could? Hmmmm I wanna meet alot. If I only have a day I think I'd choose Iron Bull, I'd be in for an adventure all day

8. First game you ever completed? Dishonored

9. Which class in game do you enjoy playing the most? Definitely rogue. Idk what it is but I love rogues especially dual weapon although I've recently gotten into playing archery as well

10. Favorite fictional villain and why? I love Maleficient. She turns into a fucking Dragon and is bitter for not being invited to a party. And the movie really goes into depth about how she became how she was and it shows that good people can be broken so badly they become bitter heartless and evil

11. Creepiest experience? I'm not really sure, I try to avoid that sort of thing. I've been hit on by creepy weirdos though

@elevanetheirin questions

1. Coffee or tea? I hate them both. I'm a soda junkie though and love energy drinks

2. What is your favorite book or book series? I have a few. Dracula (this is my all time favorite), A Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin (aka GoT series), Millennium series by Stieg Larsson (Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, and The Meg series by Steve Alten

3. Do you have a hidden talent? Most people don't know I can play piano

4. Who is your favorite author? George R R Martin, Steve Alten, Michael Crichton, Ellen Hopkins, Stieg Larsson

5. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip, I know I'm boring

6. Brotp? Varric and Hawke, Sara Lance and Mick Rory, Meredith Grey and Alex Kerev, Sherlock and Watson, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner

7. Did you have a nickname in school? I've never really had a nickname ever. My love in high school called me his muse cause he's an artist. Lots of classmates called me that weird goth girl cause I was always quiet, very smart, read for fun, and was goth.

8. Do you have resting bitch face? Oh fuck yes I do haha I love it though

9. What makes you smile? Alot. My stupid cats, my boyfriend, my favorite shows and movies, funny gaming videos, video games, reading, SLEEP, FOOD

10. What one thing do you like most about yourself? The fact that I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks about me. Looks wise probably my eyes

11. The best part of your day yesterday? Getting paid so I had money for chicken nuggets

Finished them all!!!! My 11 questions

1. If you could switch places with one fictional character who would it be and why? (Besides your OCs)

2. If you could choose one fictional character to be your love interest forever who would it be and why?

3. Least favorite video game you've ever played?

4. How did you get introduced into the Dragon Age fandom?

5. Which of your OCs is the most like you and how?

6. If you could only watch one genre of movie for the rest of your life which one would you choose?

7. One tattoo you plan on getting someday?

8. Xbox, PlayStation, or PC?

9. Do you have any exes you would take back if they ever asked?

10. Favorite quest in the Dragon Age series?

11. Favorite ship or OTP?

I'm not tagging anyone cause most you already tagged me but if you wanna answer my questions then go for it!

#get to know queen of the crows #queen of the crows writes #tag meme

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madforhoran · 7 years ago

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tag thingy (I was tagged by the two lovelies below) to answer their questions

@hiatusniall 1. Tell me about one of the earliest memories you have of your life.

I don't know how but I remember the little cakes my grandma used to make & they were nutty flavour and she kept them on the windowsill to cool them down.

2. If you had to describe yourself as a fruit, what kind of fruit would you be?

Probably a raspberry. Both bitter as hell, but sweet too. lol

3. Quote your favourite character from a tv-show/movie

"Terry loves yoghurt!"

4. What do you typically eat on a Friday night?

What I eat every other night, which is usually bread with sth on it.

5. If you have a pet, what is the story behind their name? If you don’t have a pet, what would you name them and why?

I don't have any pets, but I would name it Kiri. For no specific reason.

6. Which Hogwarts house do you belong in?

Ravenclaw, I think.

7. What is your biggest fear?

Death.

8. Talk about one of the fandoms you’re in and why you joined that fandom!

1D fandom...well, I fell in love with wmyb, One Thing, and Niall. He was the main reason I stayed throughout the years.

9. Do you have a favourite fic? Which fic and why do you like it?

It's been ages since I read anything...and I checked my ao3 and all my bookmarks are gone!!! I had a few great fics there, but I don't remember their names :(

10. Do you remember the first website you joined? How old were you and what kind of website was it?

LMAO, facebook in 2008 and I was 19.

11. If you could go back in time to a concert you did not attend at the time which show would you go to and why?

One of the crazy UAN/TMH concerts because they were fun as hell.

12. What do you think is the meaning of life?

Existential questions are very hard for me to answer, cuz then I start thinking about death - see 7. lol

13. You get to decide the setlist for One Direction’s reunion tour! Which 5 songs can’t be forgotten?

One Thing, Better Than Words, Little White Lies, Never Enough and Temporary Fix

@mustbeseeingblind 1. 3 songs you’re currently obsessed with

Lost In Japan (Shawn), Superheroes (The Script), Hotter than Hell (Dua Lipa)

2. 3 songs that are your ultimate summer jam

Pitbull usually has great summer tunes. Those old ones like International Love.

3. Tell about your best friend(s)

Met my best friend thanks to Niall (1D), and now we're travelling together to Niall's shows. Honestly, I cannot imagine my life without her at this point. She says she hates people, but at the same time, she is the most generous and loving person I've ever met.

4. Who do you feel closest to in the world?

My best friend :D

5. Tell me more about your siblings/family

I'm living with my mum only. My parents got divorced when I was little and later mum divorced my stepfather as well. It's a bit of a soap opera.

6. Do you like your job? Why/why not?

I don't hate it, but I still wish I was doing sth different (more meaningful). With my knowledge and skills though it isn't easy. Especially when everywhere you either have to be a programmer, lawyer, accountant or some other boring high-level shit.

7. Describe your style

Casual.

8. Favourite piece of clothing/makeup/accessory that you own?

Leggings.

9. If you can go on a road trip, where do you wanna go and with who?

Roadtrip around England, Scotland, and Ireland with my friend.

10. What would you like your future partner to be like?

For him to be Niall. (bye lol) sweet, generous, loyal, understanding, someone who isn't into adrenaline sports, someone to balance out my negative moods.

11. Top things you wanna do this summer?

Just relax (which I doubt will happen), however, I'm planning to go for a week to Corfu. I NEED SEA.

12. Favorite sport/sports team and why?

I'm not into sports teams.

13. If you can tell your 10 year old self one thing, what would it be and why?

It will get better in some ways later on, but don't get your hopes too high.

My questions: 1. What would your dream job be? 2. What would you do if you had an unlimited source of money? 3. What are the three most important things you cannot imagine your life without? 4. What's the happiest moment of your life? 5. Favourite city you visited? 6. Favourite season? 7. Favourite book/book series? 8. Favouirte movie(s)? 9. The most courageous thing you've ever done? 10. Something you'd never forgive if a person did to you? 11. The least favourite 1D song? 12. Favourite ship(s)? 13. What other fandoms are you interested in besides 1D?

I tag: @wantniallie @noshirtnoblouse @onthelooze @niallandtommo @heauxforhoran

#tag stuff

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theclacks · 8 years ago

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Buffy (Season 5) & Angel (Season 2) Thoughts

So, I was watching these at a pretty slow pace... and then Fool For Love happened. And I went from watching approx 1 episodes a day to 5 episodes a day.

As always thoughts below the cut. (Previous thoughts: Buffy 1 & 2, Buffy 3, Buffy 4 & Angel 1).

Buffy - Season 5

On how it compares with past seasons...

So, season 2 is STILL my all time favorite. I did like season 5 over both season 3 AND season 4 though, which is probably because of totally because of Spike. But at the same time, I don’t think it can be disconnected from season 4. Like season 5 is really the second half of season 4. Xander finding his place in society is directly linked to his issues of being a basement bum in season 4. Giles becoming the Magic Box’s owner is directly linked to his issues with being unemployed in season 4. Riley’s issues with being Riley is... well, because he’s Riley but yeah.

On Riley...

Going to get him out of the way, so I can talk about other things. I like that their relationship fell apart naturally over the course of several episodes. And I think it was a good tie that Spike was the one who “caused” it because, like The Yoko Factor last season, it was him “causing” rifts that were really already there. (And in this case didn’t even “cause” it so much as play delivery boy.)

I’ve been reading some fanfic in between eps, and so much of it (in fics where Riley’s involved) includes lines to the general tune of “Buffy never REALLY liked Riley” or “Riley rarely ever gave Buffy orgasms” and I think that’s unfair because Riley was a nice guy. And I appreciate the writers tried her out in a relationship like that because sometimes relationships aren’t this grand life-or-death emotional cocktail. Sometimes one party’s just a little bit more in love with one side than the other. Sometimes they have miscommunication issues. Sometimes that’s enough. And sometimes it isn’t.

On Dawn...

I liked her. I thought she was going to be annoying, but I liked her. Maybe it’s the younger sister in me. I loved her buddy-buddy relationship with Spike. I liked her whole backstory and status as the key, which I had no idea/prior knowledge about going it. In fact, before I started watching, I knew Buffy eventually got a sister, but I assumed it was some divorce thing and Joyce eventually got full custody or something. Then as I started watching the show, I knew that couldn’t be the case, and for the first four seasons I was theorizing between long lost sibling, Joyce suddenly has a baby and the baby gets stuck in a time loop or demon dimension until it reaches middle school age, etc, so it was kind of cool having all of that play out.

On Anya and Giles...

I just want to give a little shout out to them because other than Dawn & Spike, theirs was my favorite unexpected relationship. I like how their development both paired and contrasted Buffy & Giles, how the writers balanced the fatherly aspect of Giles with the more short-tempered, professional boss aspect.

On Ben/Glory...

I think they could’ve done a bit more with the Ben side of Ben and Glory. I liked the development he got at the end and how he ultimately picked Glory’s side without fully picking it, and I loved how Giles tossed aside the “hero” mantra and ended him, but yeah. I just feel like there could’ve been a bit “more” even when I don’t know what that “more” is.

As for Glory, I love her. And even though I get from Glory’s end why her appearances were scattered throughout the year (being literally scatterbrained and all) but it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense why Buffy waited until after Dawn had been kidnapped to try and take her out. Like, yes, Buffy was scared and had to be backed into a corner (and Willow-pep-talked out of it), but their main attack plan revolved around having the God-forged hammer and the golden orb thing. THEY HAD THE GOLDEN ORB THING THE ENTIRE TIME. THEY KNEW IT HAD GLORY-REPELLING POWERS. WHY WERE THEY LETTING THE ORB CHILL IN THE BASEMENT THIS WHOLE TIME? I mean, and considering the fact the orb only stopped her for a couple seconds, narratively, they could’ve used it earlier. I kind of wish there’d been a mid-season episode where they tried to launch a full attack with the orb and what not, and failed and almost got Dawn discovered/killed, and THEN they could’ve been like “welp, we tried a full attack and exhausted our god-repelling items, okay, NOW let’s go into avoidance mode.” IDK, this is me. Backseat writing. Because I think that was the one main issue for me this season that could’ve taken the overarching plot from good to great.

On Joyce...

The Body was an amazing episode. I didn’t even realize until I was reading AV Club’s recap/review of it that there was no background music during the whole thing. And I was still riveted. I think one of my favorite bits of the entire season, perhaps the entire series, is when Willow is freaking out over her blue sweater and Anya - who’s missed the majority of the freak out - ends up sitting on it and stuffing it back into the closest drawer. It was such an understated moment, and while watching I wanted Tara or Xander to notice, or for Willow to check her drawers one last time, but then she would have her sweater and things would be okay... except they wouldn’t be because Joyce is still dead and something as small as a sweater doesn’t matter at all in the long run.

And Joyce is another reason why I’m glad that Dawn became a thing this season because it gave her more screen time. Lack of Joyce-screen time was probably one of my least favorite things about season four. I mean, it made sense because of college and independence and all of that, but I don’t care. I love Joyce. I like having her on my screen. And I will miss her.

On Spike...

HELLO NEW FAVORITE EPISODE IN THE FORM OF FOOL FOR LOVE. But before I get into that, let’s have a moment of silence for the glorious friendship that was Spike/Joyce. From shared relationship-talk over marshmallows and chocolate to geekish fangirling over the soap opera passions, they were and forever will be, my Buffy BroTP. I’m so happy that the writers gave him a small scene where he showed up with flowers for Joyce because I would’ve needed closure. (*shakes a fist angrily at Steven Moffat for writing off Amy and Rory without a filmed canon scene of saying goodbye to Rory’s dad*)

But yeah. Fool For Love aka MY DEMAND FOR A SPIKE FLASHBACK EPISODE IN SEASON THREE WAS RETROACTIVELY MET. And it was awesome. Spike as a repressed poet was amazing, and what makes it even better is that I was reading a fanfic last month and got spoiled for that detail, but the fanfic was just off enough with its dialogue and characterization and the idea of Spike as a bloody awful poet was so ridiculous that I tossed the detail aside as fluffy, silly head canon. Also did I miss/misinterpret some dialogue in season 2? Because I could’ve sworn in season 2 that Dru and Spike were vamp-siblings with Angel being their mutual sire. But I’m totally fine with it being this way too.

Anyway, I could go on and on about the Buffy/Spike relationship in this season, but I won’t because I want to wrap this up and start season 6, so I’ll just say:

- favorite bit of James Marsters acting, beyond the end of Fool For Love with him in the alley with Buffy’s cash and beyond the end of Gift with him outright sobbing, would be his bit at the end of Crush where he realizes Buffy has dis-invited him from her house; I think I rewatched that bit 3+ times because the betrayal and hurt in his eyes is just so good

- also re: the end of Crush, I love how his hurt stems not just from Buffy shutting him out, but him getting shut out from the whole Summers family because at that point he’s friends with Joyce, he’s friends with Dawn, he wants to be a part of their family... which I think really ties into the flashback bits of Fool For Love too; the night in Shanghai was the best night of his life, not just because he killed a slayer, but because he had his whole family to revel in the chaos with; saying it right here, right now, screwing being on Team Angel or Team Spike, I am firmly in TEAM GIVE SPIKE A FAMILY

- I love how in the entire season, there was only one Buffy/Spike kiss and it was a chaste one at that; I love how Spike’s development was one from conditional love (say you love me and I’ll spike Dru, say you love me or I’ll get a buffybot who HAS to love me) to unconditional love (I know you don’t love me and you won’t ever love me, but that’s okay). I think it was important that Spike not get “rewarded” for slowly changing sides

- also the buffybot, I thought it was going to be a terrible, awkward episode but it ended up being one of my favorites in the season; i mean, it was still awkward in spots (as buffy said, “gross and obscene”) but the buffybot was just too plain funny for the awkwardness to stick long; the bits where the buffybot asks Anya about her money and starts listing off insults about Angel had me bursting out in laughter; especially the Angel insults because I could just imagine with Spike and a pad of paper in his crypt, scrawling them down like, “YEAH. AND HIS HAIR. GRANDSIRE HAS STUPID, SPIKY HAIR”

- so... with Buffy (temporarily) gone, is Spike just going to hang around Sunnydale? he’s the main vamp killer, so is he going to be the vampire slayer in order to help protect Dawn (aka Buffy’s legacy)? will he and Dawn hang out because they’re still bros and they both miss Buffy and don’t have any other family? I JUST WANT SPIKE AND DAWN TO BE BROS LIKE SPIKE AND JOYCE WERE BROS. THEY CAN GO WATCH EPISODES OF PASSION TOGETHER AND LAUGH AND CRY AND BOND. THIS IS ALL I WANT FROM SEASON 6, JOSS. IT’S ALL I WANT.

On miscellaneousness...

- Anya is officially my favorite character on Buffy after Spike. When I whole bunch of rubble fell on her at the end of the Gift I temporarily stopped breathing because I was just like “NOT ANYA. SHE CANNOT DIE. NO, NOT ANYA. NO.”

- Joel Grey as a demon, yay emcee from Cabaret

- before I started watching Buffy, I, like the buffybot, also thought Giles’ name was pronounced with a hard-G

- so... with Giles still alive, I’m starting to get pleasantly confused. At the beginning of season three, I posted this list of stuff I got pre-spoilered for before I started watching the show. But now I’m starting to wonder if Giles actually dies. Because I thought I remembered something about him dying in season five, or like stuff about a dying scene... except now I’m thinking that the “dying scene” was actually talking about a “dying” scene. Like dying but not ACTUALLY dead. Because I think it was the one that happens at the end of the season with him impaled... which would mean Giles doesn’t die. I think I might’ve gotten a schroedinger spoiler

Angel - Season 2

On the Darla arc...

I thought I would hate this arc, and I half-did. I hated the whole start of it with Darla in his dreams and Angel distancing himself from his crew via restlessness/extensive sleeping. I loved everything after they ended up meeting in real life, from her coming to grips with her humanity to becoming a vampire again with a bit confusion, to her slipping fully back down the darkside. It helped that Dru was there. I was starting to think that Dru would only ever appear in flashbacks again. I love Dru

On the post-Darla arc...

I really kind of hated this arc. I get what the show was trying to do, showing Wesley, Gunn, and Cordelia coming into their own WITHOUT Angel (among other things), but the Angel episodes with just Angel were so borrrrrrrring. (With the exception of the Angel/Lorne episode. That was awesome. Lorne in general is awesome. He’s my favorite Angel character after Cordelia.) They’d show W/G/C fighting a fire-breathing monster or solving a murder mystery clue style for 5 minutes and it was awful because I’m like “no, stop cutting back to Angel, THAT’S the show I want to be watching right now.” And because of the short screen time, I felt there was less W/G/C teamship than there was Wesley and Gunn becoming closer bros with Cordelia getting shafted. Cordelia, I felt, got shafted a lot in this season with the except of the finale, which speaking of...

On the Pylea finale...

OH MY GOD I LOVED THESE EPISODES SO MUCH. Like they were definitely silly in spots but I LOVE silly and the whole off-world aspect reminded me of Stargate in all the best ways. I want to print these episodes off somewhere and frame them. (NUMFAR! DO THE DANCE OF JOY!). And Cordelia got so much focus that I actually got pretty dang worried towards the end that these would be her send off episodes, that she’d choose to or be forced to stay behind and be princess of a demon dimension. (Which would’ve been an awesome send off, ngl.) If Angel ends up moving in a direction more like that, I’m going to be super stoked because while a lot of this season was objectively “good”, it didn’t pull me into watching it like Buffy season 5 did.

Also the finale made me realize, just how much I want to see more of happy!Angel. His whole bits with the sunlight and the mirrors were puppy-endearing, comedy gold (”There’s some branches over in that patch of sun. I’ll get ‘em!”). :D

On Lorne...

Lorne is my perfect man. He loves music, he’s at inner peace with himself and helps the inner peace of others, and his wardrobe is fabulous. The fakeout with his death was terrible... and then awesome as soon as his eyes popped back open. You guys have no idea how scared I was in the Pylea finale, that I might’ve been about to lose BOTH of my favorite characters.

Which, by the way, I’m starting to think that’s one of the reasons why I don’t love season 3 of Buffy quite the way that others do. Spike and Cordelia are my two favorite characters; Spike wasn’t in season 3 and Cordelia got largely shafted after Xander broke up with her.

On Lindsey...

He’s a bro. I’m hoping we see more of him... but also not because he seems to be in a good place and if he pops up again, he probably won’t be in a good place anymore.

On what I hope for going into Season 3...

- more team bonding

- Cordelia being awesome

- more Cordelia/Angel friendship moments because theirs is a beautiful friendship

- more team bonding

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy meta #btvs #btvs meta #/////#clacks from theclacks

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laweizhu · 8 years ago

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Senses (Captain Canary fic)

Also on Ao3

Touch, taste, hear, see, smell +feeling

1. Smell: She could only smell him whenever they were standing close to one another. He would lean towards her during a briefing. She would be shoulder to shoulder with him, listening to Rip barking out orders. It was not a strong odor or an unpleasant smell. It simply was him, clean, but always with a subtle hint of myrrh that reminded her of the small peaceful moments she had in the League, usually meditating or thinking about her family. She grew to love how he smelled, burying her face in his chest, when he started to accept she was always going to be more affectionate than him.

He had never been a fan of strong fragrances. He couldn't stand the cologne or perfume, the smells always reminding him of the mother who left and a father who shouldn't have stayed. But she never put any type of perfume on, no strongly scented soaps. She just smelled, safe. If he could liken it to anything, he considered comparing it to freshly dried sheets. The comfort and warmness that radiates from just taking them out if a dryer. More and more he slowly began relaxing whenever he caught a whiff of her. He could breathe, he could think, he could almost start caring for these people he wasn't sure he should care about.

2. Hear: At first his voice would grate on her nerves. That drawl, the way he elongated certain words, all of it. But, then she started listening to what he was saying. How he called her birdie, how he said her name. His voice, his words, they were his first line of defense. What he used to both draw people to him and keep people away. Under all those layers of his, his voice was beautiful, she thought. It was confident, strong, and nothing was ever wasted. His drawl would wane, depending on who he was talking to and who was around. If it was the group, his voice would act out more, make it the center of attention, yet still push others away. When he talked to his sister, it was smooth, almost to make up for whatever yelling happened in his childhood. With Mick, it was brotherly, strong and steady, yet with respect. With her...with her it was deeper, sometimes with the drawl, when he was trying to flirt, sometimes without it when he just wanted to talk. Other times it was quiet, and a few times it was passionate. She was still learning his voice, but she didn't think she would ever want to stop hearing it.

He could never hear her approaching. Her steps were silent when she wasn't thinking about it, and in the beginning she would always surprise the others with how she just "appeared" out of no where. Later, she began to learn to project the footsteps a bit more. The sound of her quick stride in her black leather combat boots. When he first heard her voice, it was much deeper than he was expecting. A small blue-eyed blonde woman, he was sure as hell her voice would get old fast. But...it was smooth. Lilting, in a way that wasn't annoying. Her voice had a rasp to it, sometimes, if he was lucky, it would come out under low tones. He heard the pain of the past in her voice though. The life she's lived, no longer the innocence of a girl her age would look, but of many years fighting against the pain, the darkness, the loneliness. He wanted to hear his name in her tongue.

3. See The first thing that drew her was his height. Sure, he was tall, but he was not one that tended to stand with his chest puffed out like Raymond, or with a intense rigidness like Ollie. Leonard carried his own brand of height that Sara could see. He was sometimes hunched, especially when he was deep in thought, and occasionally he was extremely casual, sprawling out everywhere. At times, he was towered over her but not in a way that made her feel small; his frame would encompass her, yet when she looked into his ice blue eyes, she would feel just as tall as him. His eyes though, every time she looked into his eyes, she could see what he couldn't portray in his speech, in his body language. There was pain, there was humor, there was annoyance, especially when he was speaking with Rip or Raymond. But, then he would look at her, and she could see laughter, intelligence, sarcasm, and sometimes, sometimes she swore she could see love when he looked at her.

She was beautiful. The free-flying blonde locks, the concealed muscles in her arms, the small pout she gave, and those piercing eyes. He wouldn't wax romantic and call them as blue as the sky, or anything stupid like that. But if he had to be romantic, he would compare them to the shade that he could sometimes catch from the radiating freeze of his gun. Those eyes froze him in his tracks. His gaze always gravitated towards her, every time she walked into a room, she commanded his attention. Whether it was her speaking, dancing, fighting, lounging, or sleeping, she drew him in with just her.

4. Touch Before her time in the League, she had been an extremely affectionate person. She loved giving hugs, holding hands, giving kisses, whatever she could to show someone she cared. During her time in the League, in the first few years, the only time she ever felt physical touch was when she was in combat. Fighting, sparring, maiming, killing. She was deprived of her need to show love through physical affection for the first time in her life, and it affected her deeply. Even once she started her relationship with Nyssa, she had to work her way up to being intimate with her. Dying and being resurrected only brought back her hesitance in initiating human contact that was not meant to seriously injure someone. But meeting someone, someone who abhorred physical contact actually baffled Sara. For her, she craved physical touch, if she couldn’t express herself in words, that was what she did, show them affection. But her time in the League had put barriers and limitations on her base instinct.

When she was with Leonard though, when she was near him, her desire for touch skyrocketed. But, she always hesitated. She's not unaware of his abhorrence to physical contact, especially in the way he avoids even pats on the shoulder from the team. She initiated slowly, carefully grazing her hand across his knuckles. Brushing her fingertips along his forearm. Casually leaning against him when standing close. She basked in the small moments alone when he began reciprocating; a brush of her hair here, a hand on her back there.

Leonard knew he did not like being touched. Some of it stems from his useless ass of a father, and the other part is he thinks it's unnecessary. Wasted effort on pointless affection. He has a life long lesson of what "affection" his dear old dad showed him, and the scars to prove it. He'll tolerate hand shakes and the like, and he'll always have room for affection from Lisa, but just casual touching? Holding hands or an arm around the shoulder? No thanks, he would rather freeze from his own cold gun.

Being in such close quarters on the Waverider, Leonard expected at some point he would have to come in contact with his teammates. Sara, though, was not someone he expected to necessarily become close to, especially when you're talking about a deadly assassin who can kill you in ten different ways before you even knew it was happening. It started casually, really because he wanted to annoy her, so he would end up in her personal space. But it evolved, he slowly allowed her in his space. Let her lean into him, grab his arm, hold his hand. Hold him. He was slow to respond, but in all honestly, the fact that he wasn't rejecting her touch was a miracle until itself. When he started reciprocating, it was an entirely new experience, especially because it involves feelings. Things he wasn't used to having. But, Sara was there. He loved running his hands through her hair, stroking the different blonde strands she had. When he had his hand regenerated, holding her hand became his new addiction. He didn't know how, but Sara Lance had him hooked.

5. Taste The first time she had him, she savored it. His lips tasted like the hot chocolate he had been sipping before, a hint of sweetness from the marshmallows. The times afterwards, she decided it didn't matter what it was that had her coming back, she wanted what he gave. The taste of his lips, the stroke of his tongue. No matter what it was, where they were, she wanted to taste him on her.

He thought she tasted dangerous. And it was all he needed to keep coming back. The dichotomy that he learned later was that she did taste dangerous but she was also his safety. And later on, his home.

6. Feelings

She loved him. He loved her.

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