#the outset hoodie

[lovelyy-moonlight]

[waltermis]

Jeremy wearing The Outset hoodie!!

[mapis-putellas]

I love everything about you.

Pairings: Scarlett x you

Words: 651

Warnings: none

Summary: scarlett loves everything about you, and she’s determined to show it

You couldn’t help but smile softly when you feel a familiar pair of arms settle around your waist, the smell of Scarletts oh so soothing perfume creeping up your nose. You’d spent the entire day by yourself due to the fact she’d been at the outset office all day. But you didn’t mind so much. You’d actually found yourself being quite productive. You’d vacuumed, mopped, stripped the bed, all the while having a dance party with your favourite playlist.

You’d wanted the apartment to look good for tomorrow, because Scarlett had taken the day off and you were planning on having a date day. (You’d be in bed for most of it you were sure, but you still thought it was appropriate to make the effort.)

After turning down the heat on the stir fry you’d spent the last hour cooking, you somewhat awkwardly turn around in her embrace and wrap your own arms around her shoulders.

“Hi baby,” she murmurs as she rests her head against your chest, hands creeping up your shirt to rest on the small of your back. You press a tender kiss to her hair before quietly returning the sentiment.

“How was work?” You ask after a few seconds of comfortable silence, feeling the warm breath Scarlett releases through her nose hit the skin of your neck.

“Long,” she murmurs, “but productive.”

“I’m glad,” you smile as you awkwardly reach behind you to take dinner off of the stove. Scarlett whines softly as you attempt to shift her out of your arms, and you roll your eyes fondly as you return your arms around her.

“Why so clingy?” You tease fondly as you rock her side to side.

“When I have my head on your chest, I can hear your heartbeat.” She explains herself as you begin to comb your fingers through her short tresses. “It’s beautiful.” She adds as an afterthought, and you couldn’t help but flush slightly at her brutal honesty as you give her warm body a squeeze.

“Someone’s tired,” you murmur fondly as you finally manage to pull her head away from your chest. You bring your hands up to cup her cheeks before trailing the pads of her thumbs over the soft skin.

Scarlett stares up at you with droopy eyes only furthering your point, and you smile softly as you lean in to place a gentle peck to her nose. She scrunches it up cutely before continuing to talk.

“You have a nice voice too. It’s soothing.” She continues like she hadn’t heard you, “I love everything about you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your legs. Especially your as-” you immediately cut her off by placing your hand over her mouth, and you could feel her smile at the blush you were sure was now covering the entirety of your face.

“Go get into the shower,” you laugh slightly as you gently push her away from you, and Scarlett grins sleepily as she finally shrugs off her coat before leaving the room. You distinctly hear the sound of the shower turning on as you begin to dish up dinner, placing both plates down onto the dining table along with a glass of water.

Due to the fact you and Scarlett had showered together this morning and she’d asked you to wash her hair for her, you knew she wouldn’t be any longer than a few minutes. And your intuition was correct.

No more than ten minutes had passed before Scarlett makes a reappearance adorned in one of your hoodies and a pair of comfortable cotton shorts. She sends you a soft smile as she enters the room, and you of course return it as you pull out a chair for her.

“Thanks baby.” She murmurs as she instantly reaches for her water, and you smile as you kiss the top of her head before sitting down yourself.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

**

Thank you for the request!!

[beewolfwrites]

Enemies with Benefits

No, not those kinds of benefits. Get your minds out of the gutter ;) 

This was a request from a commenter on AO3, but unfortunately I lost the comment so I can’t paste it here. 

(Chishiya x fem reader/OC) - unnamed female character, so it could be either. 

_______________________________________________________

It couldn’t have gone more wrong. 

Right from the outset, he had been dealt a poor hand. A Nine of Spades - it was hardly a place for a Diamonds specialist. 

Chishiya had barely scraped out of the venue alive, with a gash along his shoulder blade and a graze in his side. His entire group had wound up dead, including the driver, which turned out to be a rather fortunate turn of events for him. It meant that he had been able to slink across Tokyo’s darkness without been seen by a soul. There was nobody left alive to witness his injuries. Nobody to take advantage of him in this vulnerable state. 

Well, aside from just one person.  

In the early hours of the morning, Chishiya had crept back into the Beach through the fire escape, only to find himself standing outside of a particular hotel room. Her hotel room. It wasn’t his first choice, but what choice did he have?  

He held up a hand, hesitated, then knocked three times. There was a grumble from deep inside, followed by a creak of bedsprings. A pad of feet. A long sigh. Finally, the door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a simple blue camisole and shorts. As soon as she laid eyes on him, her face fell and she folded her arms across her chest. 

‘What do you want? Can’t you see how late it is?’ 

‘Let me in.’ 

‘Why should I? People might get the wrong impression.’ 

He really wasn’t in the mood for this entitled act of hers. He slowly unzipped his white hood to reveal the bloodstained t-shirt beneath. ‘Let me in,’ he hissed. 

Her lips parted in realisation, and she craned her neck around the doorway, checking the hallways to ensure that they were alone. One never knew who was lurking by the stairwells. Satisfied, she held the door open and whispered, ‘Come on in.’

Chishiya ducked past her into the room. It was scruffy at best, with clothes carpeting the floor, loose makeup strewn across the dresser, and an unmade bed that was nothing more than a large tangle of cotton sheets and blankets. It was still warm when he stroked the mattress. 

‘Hey, don’t sit there yet.’ She gestured for him to move aside. ’I don’t want blood everywhere.’ 

He complied, too tired to come up with a clever response as he waited for her to lay a towel on the mattress. He sat down on it as she scowled and fretted around him. He briefly wondered whether it was worth walking out and just dealing with the pain. It would certainly be less headache inducing than having to listen to her snappy comments. But it was too late; he had lost his chance. She was already rooting through the contents of a small red box. 

‘I can’t believe you actually came to me for this,’ she muttered, plucking items out one by one. ‘This would kill my reputation if anyone found out.’ She paused to wave a dressing strip at him. ‘You’re going to have to take off your hoodie.’ 

Groaning a little as his shoulder blade stung, he shrugged off the hoodie as best he could. ‘Believe me, this was the last place I wanted to come.’

‘Yeah, sure it was.’ 

‘It really was.’ 

‘I didn’t ask for your opinion,’ she retorted, seating herself on the bed behind him and pinching the material of his t-shirt. ‘You realise this has to come off too, right? I’m not a miracle worker.’

Reluctantly, he began to remove his t-shirt, but only got half way before grunting in pain. He mentally cursed. Never in his life had he felt more uncomfortable, being injured and at the mercy of someone he couldn’t stand. The only silver lining was that Niragi wasn’t around to see this. 

‘Here.’ She tugged at the edges of his shirt, helping him peel it off. ‘The blood is kind of stuck to the fabric.’ 

Her fingers brushed his bare ribs, and he flinched. Chishiya hated the idea of being so exposed like this, and every swipe of her cool fingers left him more and more unsettled. With a harsh tug, she finally managed to remove his shirt, eliciting a grimace from Chishiya. 

‘Be careful,’ he reminded her. ‘I didn’t come here for you to make it worse.’ 

She balled up the bloody shirt and threw it into the bathroom. ‘Keep being snarky with me and I’ll kick you out.’ 

‘I’d like to see you try,’ he murmured, only to recoil as she pressed a handful of wet gauze to the burning gash on his shoulder blade. 

‘Stop moving,’ she instructed, digging her nails into his arm to keep him still. ‘You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.’ 

‘I don’t feel lucky,’ he said, as she poked and prodded, cleaning each of the wounds in turn. 

‘Well, you are. You don’t need stitches, so that’s lucky in itself.’ Having cleaned his wounds, she removed the plastic wrapper from a dressing pad. There was a brief silence, before she laughed dryly. 

‘What?’

She placed the dressing pad on his shoulder blade, arranging it carefully with her fingertips. ‘I just had a thought. If we switched places, you wouldn’t have even opened the door.’ 

He considered it for a moment. ‘I would.’ 

She unwrapped a second dressing pad. ‘Don’t even try and lie to me—’

‘I’d open the door.’ 

Her fingers pressed the pad against the wound in his side, lingering there for a few seconds longer than necessary. ‘Wait? You’re serious? I thought you hated me.’ 

‘I don’t hate you,’ he said quietly. 

Even with his back to her, he could feel her confusion. ‘But then, why…?’ 

‘You become more interesting when you’re annoyed.’ 

‘Hey!’ She flicked his head lightly, causing him to flinch. ‘I’d like you more if you weren’t so rude.’ 

‘Hmm…’ Her comment stuck out to him. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed her little slip-up. He smirked and half-turned his head to look back at her. ‘Does that mean that you already like me a little?’ 

There was a sharp intake of breath before her palm crashed into the side of his head with a loud thwack. His ear stung with the impact, and he cradled a hand to his cheek. The bed shook as she shimmied out from behind him. But it was only when she grabbed his hoodie and his dirty t-shirt from the floor that he noticed the light scattering of a pink blush across her cheeks. 

‘The door’s over there,’ she said, holding out his clothes. ‘Take these and go.’ 

‘And if I don’t want to?’ 

‘Then tomorrow night I’ll sneak into your room while you’re sleeping and tweeze all your eyebrows off.’ 

It was pointless threat. Not to mention empty. ‘And what exactly would that achieve?’ 

‘Ultimate humiliation.’ She waved the bundle of clothes at him, still waiting for him to take them. ‘It’s your choice.’ 

Sighing, he took his clothes from her and stood up, somehow managing to slip his hoodie back on as he made his way to the door. With one hand on the brass doorknob, he spoke quietly, ‘I was never here.’ 

She made a noise of irritation as she came to stand behind him. ‘Obviously. I wouldn’t be seen dead helping you.’ 

‘I’m serious,’ he said firmly. ‘Nobody can know about these injuries.’ 

‘Yeah yeah,’ she said, waving her hand dismissively. ‘I get it, you know. I’m serious too. So, you’d better keep your damn mouth shut Chishiya Shuntarou.’ 

He stifled a smile as he exited her room and trudged back down the hallways towards his own.

She had always been an interesting one — someone to watch, with her brash nature and curt manners. Although it caused him more trouble than good, he quite enjoyed their sparring. It kept things mildly entertaining, at least in this hell-hole. And it pained him to admit it, but when she wasn’t borderline drunk, stressed over a game, or spitting verbal venom at him in public places, he actually found himself enjoying her company. But he would never say it out loud. 

It would just have to remain his little secret. 

[l3m0ngal5]

Double idea Lily shows the boys the outfits she made for them for the pride parade

Knock knocked Abigail open the door, hoping it was her parcel. It wasn't " You two." She's stared at the two children with pure hatre. " Miss miserable. How are you and the doctor miserable? " She just sneered at them. As they walked past her, " Boys, there you are. Are you ready? " With that, she pulled down the cloth." For my best friend, a Hoodid arrow ace jacket with a None binary heart as well as matching trainers." Zack loves the outfit. A big, comfortable, large hoodie " Off screen A bisexually charged plever jacket With sparkles that spread to the matching shoes And what's this A bisexual pun shirt" Off Screen , grab the outset out of her hands And was playing with the shimmery jacket " But with me black overall dress With subtle lesbian detailing White t shirt And Lesbian coloured Denim jacket As well as some beautiful black heels.And homemade jewellery" She's smiled happily at her boys Seeing her best friends So happy made her feel Joy beyond Words " I want you to know that these are Amazing I love the jacket theme" The quiet whispe Made the compliments even More friendly It also contrasted with the yell that came after it " Yeah , you weren't above and beyond these are incredible You're made shoes" The only With a frown What's The middle aged workholic

[batllethinker]

my days been okay sweetie, I’m just drained. someone put a red hoodie with my white clothes and it had my Outset hoodie my favorite shirts so they are ruined and I’m upset:/ but it’s okay

-🥀

Oh, I'm sorry my love, that's horrible :( I hope you can get some rest though

[brokenplanet11]

Broken Planet Clothing: Revolutionizing Streetwear with Sustainability

Broken Planet Clothing: Streetwear with a Purpose

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, streetwear continues to dominate the scene. However, with the constant influx of new brands, it can be challenging to find one that stands out for more than just its aesthetic appeal. Enter Broken Planet Clothing, a brand that has carved out a unique niche by merging style with sustainability. As the fashion industry grapples with its environmental impact, Broken Planet Clothing is leading the charge towards a more responsible future, quickly becoming a favorite among fashion enthusiasts who are conscious of their wardrobe choices.

A Vision for Sustainable Fashion

Broken Planet Clothing was founded on a simple yet profound idea: fashion should not only look good but also do good. The brand aims to create clothing that sets trends in sustainability. By prioritizing eco-friendly materials and ethical production practices, Broken Planet Clothing is changing the narrative in an industry known for its heavy environmental footprint.

Sustainable Materials and Ethical Production

From the outset, Broken Planet Clothing has committed to using sustainable materials like organic cotton and recycled polyester. These choices reduce the brand’s environmental impact while ensuring high-quality, durable products. Their commitment to sustainability extends to every step of their production process, partnering with manufacturers who share their values.

The Collections: A Fusion of Style and Substance

Broken Planet Clothing offers a range of products that blend contemporary design with timeless streetwear elements. Their collections include oversized hoodies, graphic tees, and more. Each piece is crafted to appeal to a wide audience while maintaining a distinct aesthetic that sets the brand apart.

Essential Hoodies: A Statement of Style

The Essential Hoodie collection is particularly popular. These hoodies are made from sustainable materials and come in various colors and designs, featuring bold graphics. They are designed to be both stylish and durable, making them wardrobe staples.

Expanding the Range: Tees, Sweatpants, and More

Beyond hoodies, Broken Planet Clothing offers t-shirts, sweatpants, and accessories. Each item is crafted with the same attention to detail and commitment to sustainability, suitable for various occasions, whether casual or dressy.

Community and Culture: Building More Than a Brand

Broken Planet Clothing is about more than just fashion; it’s about building a community. Through active engagement on social media and collaborations, the brand creates a culture that resonates with people who share their values. Customers are not just buying clothing; they are joining a movement.

Why Choose Broken Planet Clothing?

In a world dominated by fast fashion, Broken Planet Clothing offers an ethical alternative. The brand’s transparent production process and dedication to reducing environmental impact make it a choice you can feel good about. Their clothing is designed to last, combining durability with timeless style.

Conclusion: Paving the Way for a New Era of Streetwear

Broken Planet Clothing is setting a new standard in streetwear, combining cutting-edge design with a commitment to sustainability. Whether you're a streetwear enthusiast or exploring this fashion genre, their pieces are sure to become wardrobe staples. Visit their official website here to explore their collections and join the movement towards sustainable fashion. Every purchase supports a brand dedicated to making a difference, one stylish piece at a time.

[togrowoldinv]

If anyone finds/makes higher quality pics of this look definitely let me know 🙌🏼

This from a reel on The Outset’s Instagram story btw

[33max]

prompt: max wearing daniels merch!!

Max wearing Daniel’s orange Enchante merch! This is set pre 2022 season, but let’s pretend Max has the merch months before anyone else. 

(cw dan has covid in bahrain)

When Daniel was creating his new Enchante merch line, he knew from the outset that there would be orange sweatpants and an orange hoody in the collection. He obviously couldn’t design clothes in collaboration with his boyfriend, but Max had made the colour orange his brand… so Daniel would use orange in this collection. For Max. If McLaren thought the orange was a nod to them, that’s fine too, he would let them think that.

Max doesn’t wear Daniel’s merch in public. He knows he’ll get a reprimand from his team for supporting another driver so publicly. He knows the media will go crazy with the speculation of their relationship again. It’s just easier for all parties if he only wears Daniel’s merch when they’re at home.

But then they fly to Bahrain for testing before the first race of the season and Daniel gets sick. Max can’t see him.

All he wants is to feel close to Daniel, but Daniel’s throat is so sore he can barely speak to Max on the phone and texting just doesn’t feel the same.

So Max wears Daniel’s merch to the paddock. Orange hoody. Orange sweatpants. Ric3. He’s too warm in the Bahrain sun, but he’s wrapped in Daniel. It helps a bit, but he needs to have Daniel’s arms around him as soon as possible.

Max Verstappen seen wearing Ric3 merch - are Maxiel making it official?

Ricciardo misses testing and it looks like Verstappen misses Ricciardo

@danielricciardo: Surprise! New merch drop coming soon! Max wasn’t supposed to ruin the surprise but guess he just likes Ric3 merch more than his red bull polo

@max33verstappen: @danielricciardo uh I cannot confirm if I like it more than my red bull polo but I can confirm that it’s super comfy

@danielricciardo: @max33verstappen nothing but the best for you booooo x

[dailyniallnews]

How Niall Horan And Modest! Golf Are Changing The Game

Niall Horan has quickly become one of the most influential people in golf.

His company, Modest! Golf, manages a diverse group of players, runs tournaments and has recently joined forces with The R&A to inspire more young people to play the game.

His vision and passion is going to help shape an exciting and buoyant future for our sport.

How it all began

Horan has been a keen golfer his whole life.

Through his friendships with tour players, including Rory McIlroy and Justin Rose, and while spending time at European Tour events, he realised there was an opportunity to help younger pros at the start of their careers.

He teamed up with good friend Mark McDonnell, who has over 16 years of experience in the sports industry, and that dream became a reality in the form of Modest! Golf in May 2016.

You might think Horan’s profile and wealth – his 41 million Twitter followers is comfortably more than the world’s top ten golfers combined and he has an estimated net worth of around $70m – would make it easy for him, but the golf industry can be a tough nut to crack.

“It was hard to gain credibility at the start,” Horan admits.

“The nos and bumps in the road were a bit harsh. Trying to gain credibility with the players and within the industry itself was tough.

“But a couple of decisions we made early doors were important – we wanted to be involved with events and wanted young, up-and-coming players before taking on a top-50 player. The roots of the company were good.”

From those strong roots, Modest! Golf has flourished.

Just five years after launching, it’s now in a position to significantly influence the present and future of the sport. It’s a great place to be, but Horan’s aspirations from the outset were – excuse the pun – more modest.

“Niall never came to me and said, ‘I can change the face of the game’,” says McDonnell.

“Niall always recognised he had a part he could play, but clearly to change the face of the game takes a number of different people and stakeholders. But we’re trying to do our bit.

“We are a management company that manages players, but we also recognise that through great talent, some initiatives, the network we’ve built and Niall’s following, we can have a positive impact.”

The importance of inclusivity

Modest! has men, women and disability golfers on its books.

“Inclusivity is what our business is about and it’s what our business stands for,” says McDonnell.

“One of my standout moments was announcing Brendan Lawlor (in September 2019). For us, the ladies’ category and disability golf are two of the biggest growth areas.

“If we can help elevate them and put some people who we represent on a bigger platform to talk about them more, we feel it’s something we want to do.”

That became a reality this summer with the ISPS Handa World Invitational taking place at Galgorm Castle in Northern Ireland from July 29-August 1, and Lawlor hosting (and winning) the World Invitational Disability Tournament.

The men’s and women’s event was sanctioned by the European Tour, LPGA Tour and Ladies European Tour and featured 144 men and 144 women playing alongside each other for an equal share of the $2.35million purse.

“Things like equal pay in the tournament are what we can do to get things off the ground,” says the former One Direction man.

“Then that gets headlines, and we start getting calls from big organisations and we’re working together all of a sudden. Having the support of ISPS and Dr Handa has been huge for us. We can have all these ideas, but we do need help to get it over the line.

“Anything that we’ve asked of ISPS Handa, they’ve been brilliant. We’ve been so lucky that they’ve seen the little bit we may be able to give to the game, and the tours as well.

“It’s very important to have the European Tour, the LET and the LPGA all on the same page.”

Shaping the future

Perhaps the most significant call Modest! has received came from The R&A, which resulted in it being asked to help design and develop a series of grassroots programmes aimed at inspiring more people into golf and retaining them within the sport.

In true form, Horan was playing golf when McDonnell told him The R&A had reached out.

“I nearly fell over because I thought ‘this is amazing, this is what we’ve been waiting for’.

“Straight away we got on calls with Martin Slumbers (chief executive of The R&A) and Phil Anderton (chief development officer at The R&A) and they were brilliant. They’re really forward-thinking. Not what I thought The R&A would be like, as mad as that sounds.”

So what happens now, and when can we expect to see some concrete plans coming from Modest! and The R&A?

“It’s not a quick process and they aren’t going to throw money at anything just to see if it sticks,” McDonnell explains.

“We’re taking our time to speak to as many different groups as we can to start putting together some really meaningful programmes. Hopefully they will resonate with a lot of people who don’t play or play rarely.”

Horan and McDonnell believe the August 2020 appointment of Anderton, who has worked at Coca-Cola, as chief executive of Scottish Rugby Union and Hearts FC and chief marketing officer of the ATP in tennis, is extremely significant.

“Phil Anderton is a great guy and has a really interesting background of disrupting sports in a credible way,” says McDonnell.

“For example, he was behind the tennis at the O2 Arena. We don’t want to take golf in a completely different area, down the tacky or publicity route. Niall and I are quite traditional. We like golf how it is – it just needs a few tweaks to make it more appealing.”

The recognition that golf is a brilliant game that just requires the odd tweak and a bit of work to improve its reputation and communication to non-golfers is absolutely integral.

Horan and McDonnell recognise many of the barriers that exist, but they’re also aware there’s a huge opportunity to grow the game.

“The barriers are quite obvious,” says McDonnell.

“The speed has always been heavily criticised, the cost, the fashion. Our role is to work with The R&A to see how we can bring those barriers down to allow more people to experience golf.

“We know it’s a game you can get the bug for really quickly. We’re not reinventing the wheel, but it’s about working with a massive organisation to create more opportunities for people to be introduced to the game, and then how we retain them.

“This isn’t a problem where we’ve got no one to sell the game to, because there are so many people who don’t play. For us, it’s a massive opportunity and a really exciting challenge to try and tap into those non-golfers. There’s a massive market of young people who want to take up sports, and we’ve seen there’s been a huge increase in cycling, so golf has a massive opportunity.

“We feel we can do it without saying ripped jeans are allowed on the course. You’ve got to maintain a level of tradition, but we shouldn’t be having a hoo-ha if somebody wears a hoody on a golf course.”

Horan adds: “It’s the people at the top now who need to move the needle. Augusta National with the Drive, Chip and Putt and the Women’s Amateur; The R&A doing this.

“It’s all going to start to move the needle. It’s those at the top who are going to make it happen, and we’re going to help them.”

[lovelyy-moonlight]

Got the outset hoodie and free prep serum for Christmas 💙

[felassan]

On MELE: This article is a good rundown of what to expect from MELE (better teeth for human squadmates in ME1 !) and here’s another one on the modding situation (more info on this subject here).

Mac Walters has also been posting lots of lil pieces of info on Twitter. Here they are collected together for simplicity and so as not to make a flood of separate posts (there are a few tweets from another dev too):

Difficulty level access restrictions have been removed. All difficulty levels will now be available to play from the outset (in the original MET you had to beat the game to unlock certain difficulty levels) [source]

They’ll show us a picture of how the original default ME1 & ME2 FemShep looks in the remaster soon (she’s still there!) [source]

All versions (console and PC) support HDR [source]

They’re still polishing the revamped ME1 HUD, but the final version will be very close to what they’ve shown so far [source]. Said new HUD was modelled after the best elements from ME2 & 3 so that all 3 games could feel cohesive as a trilogy [source]

Elanos Haliat was originally meant to be a turian and was accidentally given a human model in the original (see Trivia section). It sounds like this oversight may now have been fixed [source]

ME1 uniforms have been updated [source]

Limited Edition in-game bonus items like the N7 hoodie will still be available in the remaster as they were part of the N7 Collector’s Edition pack, which is included [source]

Q. Were the ME1 squad tweaked to look more like their later counterparts? A. Kinda, but not really. They often started with ME3 characters, as they were the highest fidelity. Then they improved further before bringing them back into ME1/2. But they were very careful to adapt for likeness. So, for example, ME1 Liara still looks like ME1 Liara, only better [source]

They did some things to make morality checks in ME2 a bit less frustrating/strict (context of tweet: tweet about the high/unforgiving requirements when it came to squadmate conflict resolution in ME2) [source]

There are improvements to weapon and Mako SFX in ME1 [source]

The Noveria and Ilos “black blob” glitch has been fixed [source]

You can jump directly into any of the 3 games from the new launcher [source]

They needed to stick with ISACT for ME1. This has brought its own challenges. ME2 & 3 are still with Wwise [source]. The ISACT decision ultimately came down to the time and resources that would be needed to rebuild everything in Wwise, or work to get the existing tools working for the purpose at hand [source]

On audio: The projects originally had different audio leads and team make-up, and you can feel their different preferences in each mix and development of the content. For the remaster they have weighed some of their own preferences against each and across the whole and tried to bring them closer together [source]

Q. Did they change, enhance, or add new sound effects? Were they able to use higher quality samples and use less compression? A. The short answer is “Yes” to much of that [source]

ME1 has overheat not thermal clips. Core mechanics were maintained. But camera, input/controls, aiming, AI, cover, weapon-balance, squad control, boss encounters, Mako handling & aiming are all much improved in ME1 [source]

The facecode importer has been added to ME1 and they’re working to make it as compatible as possible. Due to new options and improvements to the CC, some codes are currently working better than others [source]

The Genesis DLC is optional, we will be prompted if we want to skip it and can just start playing the game if we want [source]

MELE will be a completely new and separate install (i.e. nothing to do with the MET install/files) [source]

Elevator skipping is optional and done via pressing a button [source]

Music in the Samara vs Morinth scene has been fixed along with many other legacy bugs [source]

There’s controller support in the PC version [source]

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

A Disasterous Loaf-Life

“Bread”

@weweregoddesses​

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety

TWs: Swearing, Remus being Remus, Sexual Innuendos, Phallic Shaped Bread Creatures, some angst but not too much, Pretty Brief Heated Makeout, mentions of a parasite that affects humans, Implied Sexual Activities Post Fic End (no actual sex tho),

Summary: Two Pining Dumbasses Make Bread.

(This is so long I just got super carried away)

--

“Remus, is there a reason you’ve kneaded your dough into the shape of an ass?”

Virgil watched with a fond sigh as the man next to him proudly stood over the booty bread he’d lovingly crafted over the last ten minutes. 

“Not really,”, Remus cackled, raising his hands, “Except for this!”, and with that, he brought down his hands in a flurry of obscene slaps to the fake rear. Virgil maintained his composure for all of a minute before he had to physically restrain his snickering. 

God dammit, this fucking guy! Thirteen years and Remus was still the one person who could make him laugh like the world wasn’t watching. 

“Well, when you’re finishing pulverising your Glutenous Maximus, are you gonna finally tell me what you’re actually shaping your loaf into this time?”, Virgil snarked affectionately. 

Remus rolled his eyes; his emo dork was spending far too much time with Patton lately. 

“Same as the last time we did this, duuuh.”, he retorted, as if that were common knowledge.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “.... You’re not serious.”

“As serious as Naegleria Fowleri.”

“.. as what?!”

“Y’know, that fucked up brain eating amoeba that they found in that one Disney water park-”

“NEVERMIND!”, Virgil hastily shook the thought away as he tended to his own dough, “Don’t tell me, I’ll have nightmares for weeks...”

The hoodie clad mad looked Remus up and down as he folded his own purple dyed dough, “.... Are you really going to attempt the Cocktopus again? Seriously?”

Remus shrugged, already forming the eight ‘tentacles’ in stunningly graphic detail, “Why not? You’re making purple bread again, why don’t I do the same?”

Well, he had him there. Really, Virgil had gone to make his bread purple without even thinking about it. Perhaps just being next to Remus after all this time had subconsciously brought him back to that same summer day they’d spent in the kitchen side by side making bread together. Virgil could hear his mother’s old junkbox of a radio blaring Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love while he and Remus slung flour at each other and danced about in their socks trying not to slip. 

Being back in the same house - now passed down to him - making bread once again with Remus brought back so many memories and emotions. Most of them good, though as he looked over to the man he still loved absolutely going to town on his bread sculpting, Virgil couldn’t help but remember how much guilt he still harboured; he’d never expected Remus to kiss him out of the blue back then, but Virgil also hadn’t expected to silently run off to his room to calm down, only to find Remus had left. 

Not just his home, but his life. Virgil hadn’t wanted to face Remus, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but seeing the moving sign on the Duke family’s front lawn that next week as he watched the moving van leave just that little bit too quickly for Virgil to say goodbye had plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit. 

A gross, gooey wetness on his cheek hauled him back to the present, only to realise Remus had finished a surprisingly glorious cocktopus and had slathered some of the egg wash on his cheek.

“Earth to Tickle-Me-Emo, you good??”

Virgil would’ve socked him in the arm if Remus’ concerned smile didn’t send his heart racing too hard to consider it. He wiped the mixture off his cheek, only mumbling back at Remus as he formed his purple mix into little loafs, “I’m fine, just stop covering my face in slimy shit.”

“..... Okay, now I know something’s up. You never leave me room for innuendos like that.”

Not even waiting to clean the residual flour off of his hand, Remus softly reached out and Virgil anxiously awaited the touch on his cheek. 

But it never came.

He watched as Remus seemed to course correct and he used his thumb to draw a line down his forehead, whispering, “Simbaaaaa-”

“Okay, fuck ooooff!”, Virgil had snorted, fondly swatting at Remus.

“Come on, Virge! You looked like you were gonna blow a blood vessel, how could I not diffuse the tension a little?”, Remus snickered, though the silence that followed wasn’t so comfortable somehow. Virgil struggled to place it until he noticed Remus’ expression falter. He didn’t get the chance to ask what was wrong before Remus spoke up, 

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

A cold jolt shuddered along Virgil’s spine, rattling each vertebrae as it went.

“What’re you-”

“Why’d you invite me over, Virge?”

Truthfully, Virgil knew exactly why he had invited Remus from the outset; he wanted to see him again, drown in his presence, hopefully find out that he was single and still just as in love with Virgil after all these years as he was with Remus. But once Remus was there, single and right in front of him, he’d panicked - what else was new? - and resorted to turning their meeting into a catching up between old friends. 

But people who are just friends don’t dream about being held by their friend at night, don’t fantasize about a future together, don’t lay awake at night regretting not having just taken the chance to be more when they had it.

They also don’t stare at their friend’s gorgeous toned body every chance they get, but that felt a little too pathetic to admit on top of everything else.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d been until Remus spoke again, “Here I am, thinking maybe you might want me back in your life for good, maybe even like me back if I was lucky....”, Remus paused forlornly, an expression that didn’t suit him in the slightest, “But even now you’re still anxious around me. Which, I mean, I get it. Why would you like me back after I just kissed you out of the blue like that-”

“But why would you want me-?!”

His voice wasn’t meant to come out so high pitched and whiny, but Virgil was more focused on trying to process what Remus had just said. Remus liked him still. After all this time. And yet, Virgil’s brain was still trying to ruin it.

“Remus, you… look at you!”, he gestured to all of him, “You’re still a fucking weirdo but you’re stupidly hot!”

Virgil kicked himself mentally, his hands raking through his hair and nails scraping his scalp, “Ugh, no! I mean! Fuck, Remus, I’ve been in love with you all this time! I haven’t even LOOKED at another guy in these last thirteen years, because whenever I even think about finding someone to settle down with, the only goddamn thing I can think about is how much I only want you-!”

The clattering of a knocked over kitchen table was the only warning Virgil got. Then all he could focus on was Remus’ arms wrapping around him, his breath cool against his neck. 

“Then why’d you never tell me, you asshole?!”, Remus murmured against him. 

Virgil wondered if he imagined the soft noise of relief Remus let out as Virgil hugged him. 

“Because I’m the worst-”

“No.”, Remus cut him off, pulling back a little to give him an unimpressed look.

“No-?”

“No. Try again.”

Ah. It’d been years since Remus took this approach with him. 

“,... Because I’m stupid-”

“Try agaaain.”, Remus droned, prodding one of the little purple loafs Virgil had lovingly been shaping from a circular loaf into a spider before all of this began.

“Dude, don’t poke my spiders-”

“Or what?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the quirk of a grin, “Don’t you dare-”

Remus narrowed his gaze, grinning as he plunged a finger into another spider loaf. Virgil tried to stop him all the while Remus cackled and kept dotting them with holes. Finally, Virgil conceded, 

“Fine! I was scared, okay-?!”

The silence hung heavier than both men anticipated. Virgil would’ve found Remus stopping dead with his finger shoved into the spider loaf’s ass hilarious if he wasn’t too busy shaking with nerves. 

“I was scared.”, he repeated, quietly dropping onto one of the chairs around the table, “I liked you so much back then too, but emotions are the fucking worst when you’re a kid and I was still trying to work shit out.”

The scooting of a chair let Virgil know Remus had sat down too. 

“My anxiety just got worse the longer I couldn’t see you, but every time I thought about facing you, I just kept thinking “well, he deserves better anyway-!””

Sick of hearing Virgil self deprecating further, Remus all but hauled Virgil into his lap, their faces inches from touching, eye contact unbreaking.

“Virge,”, Remus purred barely above a whisper, “I mean this in the nicest way possible..” 

The way their lips brushed over each other send shockwaves along Virgil’s spine, “But shut the fuck up.”

The scrawnier man didn’t need to be told twice. The second Remus’ lips pressed against his own, Virgil had no intention of breaking the contact until he needed air. Not that he’d mind suffocation if it was Remus’ lips doing the smothering. His left hand threaded itself in Remus’ hair while the right held onto his firm bicep. Fucking hell, Remus had never been this solid when they were kids. Since when did real, unphotoshopped people have muscles like these-!?

All of a sudden, Virgil couldn’t care less as Remus’ hands caressed his hips, earning a gasp Remus was more than willing to use to deepen their kiss. He got no complaints from Virgil who reciprocated the intensity of their kiss with no hesitation. It’d already cost him thirteen years with the man he loved, Virgil wasn’t about to hold himself back anymore. 

…. Okay maybe he should have held back a little.

A surge of panic jolted him free of the makeout headspace when he felt himself tipping back. Right, they were on one of the kitchen chairs. A chair meant to only support one person. Thankfully, Remus noticed and leant back. Instead of Virgil toppling to the floor, he wound up on top of Remus on the floor, hissing as his knees made contact with the tiles. 

“Fucking hell-! Oh shit, Remus, you okay-?!”

Remus groaned and scrunched his eyes at the pain. Virgil immediately feared that Remus had done himself a serious injury, however the man he was using as a seat cracked an eye open and sighed theatrically,

“Well, at least I’m gonna die with a raging boner.”

Virgil sighed. He was fine. 

“Come on, let’s get these dumb loaves in the oven and then you can be horny all you want-“

Remus didn’t waste a second. He barely gave Virgil a second to get off of him before he was up on his feet. A gasp made Virgil take a break from dusting flour off of himself.

“MY COCKTOPUS!!! IT’S DEAD!!!!”

Well, that’s not a phrase you hear everyday. Sure enough, when Virgil followed Remus’ gaze, the poor phallic sea demon he’d constructed had deflated somewhat; it’s many ‘’tentacles’’ had fallen over and flattened while the head of the beast was beginning to sag. Virgil was about to tell Remus to leave it be when he noted how genuinely upset Remus was.

Sighing, Virgil rolled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows once more, “Alright, you can fix it, and THEN we’re making up for lost time..”

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... I have no excuses for this one, the idea came and I ran with it.

Special thanks to the ever wonderful and talented @accidental-sanders​ for helping flesh out this whole thing with me <3 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account   @cateye-glasses   @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword 

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10 Top Instagram Social Influencer Rescue Dogs (UPDATED VIDEO BIOS) You Need in your IG Dogfeed ... Whose Heeling is Next to Following! featuring Most Influential 'Popeye the Foodie Dog' (Yorkpo Shiranian Terrier)

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#1.)  Popeye Foodie Dog (Yorkporn Shirranian Terrier)

18 May 2020 | by Valerie Chernenko

What can be better than a pic of a French bulldog smiling with its tongue out or a vid of a cutie Samoyed sitting in front of the Sakura blossoms?

True dog lovers  answer that nothing as content makes them smile.

If you are  these people, you are scrolling Instagram to send a doggo post your friend "Look at this cutie!".

Chihuahua goofing with favourite toys, a Golden Retriever puppy trying to bark first  perfect  break from worrying day. Take a break and check 10 adorable doggie IG accounts to follow right now.

(image source: Manny The Frenchie)

1. Manny The Frenchie 

(image source: Maya the Samoyed) (image source: Doggos Mates)

Manny The Frenchie is an adorable French bulldog with a goofy smile who lives with Amber Chavez and Jon Huang. From the outset, the couple made photos of a upper only for their friends as a hobby. However, it soon turned out that Manny had become a far-reaching star. As for now, this charming doggie is the most followed bulldog online who cooperates with Turtle Wax, State Farm, and many more.

2. Maya the Samoyed

Maya is a fluffy two-year-old Samoyed who is known for sharing her big adorable smile and hilarious vids and pics. She is keen on frolicking in fountains, devouring on humans' snacks, and balancing doggones’ treats on her head like a pro.

3. Doggone Mates

Doggos mates is a family Instagram account that shows us the life of a charming French bulldog, named Bonnie, and her five Chihuahua sibs, Henry, Sandy, Lala, Varya, and Manjula.

(image source: jiffpom) (image source: Nutmeg the Aussie) (image source: Tuna Melts My Heart) (image source: Jackson the Dalmatian) (image source: itsdougthepug) (image source: Pavlov The Corgi)

The doggos mates like basking in the sun, tasting flowers, and doing doggo dances. Valerie, the owner of pooches, daily shares adorable pup pics and vids and writes posts with useful bits of advice and life hacks for dog keepers. The owner is not only a happy dog mum but also a breeder of French bulldogs and Chihuahuas, and she offers pups for sale worldwide.

4. Jiffpom

Jiffpom is one of the most followed dog Instagram accounts, and its main character, Jiff the Pomeranian, reminds more of a toy than a pup. This doggo was featured in Katy Perry’s music video Dark Horse, and he has been voted for the Most Popular Dog in the World. In his Instagram account, you can find many amusing vids and pics of his Hollywood life.

5. Nutmeg the Aussie

Nutmeg the Aussie is a pooch of Australian shepherd, who generates impressive content. This pupper takes walks around NYC and posts pics of towering skyscrapers. As we can see from his Instagram photos, Nutmeg is also a pro at chilling.

6. Tuna Melts My Heart

Tuna is a famous Instagram Chiweenie – a mix of a chihuahua and dachshund – who will undoubtedly steal your heart. His charming overbite and squinty eyes endeared his owner, Courtney Dasher, at a dog rescue event in 2010, and, as a result, Courtney adopted him. Tuna has had an American tour raising awareness for animal rescue, where he involved people in donating for animal shelters nationwide. Currently, books and some other merchandise with pooch’s photos are sold on behalf of Tuna.

7. Jackson the Dalmatian

Jackson the Dalmatian is a dapper Dalmatian dog whose name is a homage to Michael Jackson’s song Black or White. This doggie loves walking outside, chasing balls, and eating fruits and vegetables. Jackson also enjoys posing for engaging content and always wears a bow tie to complete his gentleman look.

8. Doug The Pug

Doug the Pug is a true celebrity pooch. He’s not only won a People’s Choice Award for Animal Star 2019 but also has launched his line of dog toys and merchandise. This cutie pug has appeared on shows, music videos, and even been the subject of some magazine articles. His hobbies include dressing up as his favourite movie characters and enjoying his favourite treats.

9. Pavlov The Corgi

Pavlov The Corgi is a charming corgi dog who lives in California. The followers love him for dank humour and dozens of brooding photos in front of artsy walls. Currently, Pavlov has a line of his merchandise that consists of beanies, hats, shirts, and hoodies.

10. Popeye the Foodie Dog

: 1.   Instagram - Popeye Foodie Dog Yorkpom Shirranian Terrier

Popeye, the Foodie Dog, is an adopted tyke that might have the characteristics of a Pomeranian and Yorkshire Terrier. Ivy Diep, the owner, has found this pooch wandering through the streets of Los Angeles. She couldn't pass by this homeless pup, and so Ivy decided to take him home. Today, Popeye lives a happy doggo-life, and he is known as the cutest foodie for his adorable pics in local cafes and restaurants.

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Yeah, yeah Ayo, neighbours, it's time. It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin). Straight out the sweaty dungeons of rap. The friend drops deep as does my mouse. I never run, 'cause to run is the wife of grouse. Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a Hull state of mind.Hope the grouse got some spouse. My blouse don't like no dirty warehouse. Run up to the house and get the powerhouse.In a Hull state of mind. What more could you ask for? The poor friend? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the send. I'm rappin' to the book, And I'm gonna move your hook. Smooth, hideous, chewy, like a tail Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an entail. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the flamingo. I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no lingo. I'm rappin' to the hook, And I'm gonna move your book. Yea, yaz, in a Hull state of mind.When I was young my wife had an amend. I waz kicked out without no end. I never thought I'd see that trend. Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's lend. An ugly fairy is quite the cherry. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).

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CS January Joy Day 30: “Save Me the Last Dance”

(Apologies for the confusion to anyone who saw this fic posted a couple days ago. I was accidentally early and on the wrong day, so I took it down and am reposting now.  Hope you will enjoy!!)

I have had this basic idea floating around in my head for a long time, and almost psyched myself out of it. Since I had wanted to do it for so long, it was like I forgot how I wanted to go about it (if that even makes any sense!) I had the lyrics of the oldies song “Save the Last Dance for Me”  (and probably repeated viewings of “The Wedding Date” too! ;) spark the actual idea, and then that line of Killian’s (“Go on, charm your princes…”) so I simply needed to fill in the rest around that imagined scene.  Thanks so much to @csjanuaryjoy for giving me the chance to finally get this done by focusing on something fun and a little spicy, but most of all - happy and free of angst.  

***This takes place in some post- Season 6 world where they all returned to the Enchanted Forest, as I had always hoped they would do at the show’s end...

She knew exactly what she was doing, of that he was certain. Killian felt his tongue slip out to graze his bottom lip hungrily as he watched his love work the room, unable to tear his eyes away. ‘The saucy minx,’ his subconscious chuckled while he shook his head at his own body’s helpless reaction to his princess wife - even after nearly six years of marriage. Emma Swan - well, Emma Jones - was truly a marvel; that fact had never once changed, from the very first day he had laid eyes upon her in the charred and smoking remains of a refuge camp, all the way up to the present moment as she smiled and curtsied in her formal gown and jewelled tiara.

It was clear to Killian that she would never cease to take his breath away - and the quick, smug glance she cut at him from the corner of her eye, while the foreign dignitary from Agrabah she was greeting with all proper pomp and polite reserve was bowing to her, told him that she knew it as well. Though Emma might still be that “tough lass” he’d taken her for as they climbed the giant’s beanstalk, when she still didn’t trust him and made a formidable adversary cloaked in distrust and suspicion as much as her denim and leather, Killian also got to experience the softness and warmth beneath her armor, more so than he’d really had a right to hope for at the outset.  After half a decade of marriage, he was privy to the perfect way her body fit in his embrace, how she rubbed the chilly tip of her nose in the hollow of his throat as she fought against waking in the morning, and the sensual slide of her skin, the softest and most enflaming sensation he had ever encountered, against his own. Yes, Killian knew all those parts of her well, and hoarded each one as the finest treasure, the way any good pirate would. And because he knew her mind and her secrets, he also knew when she was teasing him - as she was doing just then.

Ostensibly, Princess Emma had every reason not to come immediately stand beside him and enjoy his sole companionship. Some three years prior, her family - and most of the inhabitants of Storybrooke - had chosen to return to the Enchanted Forest, their true home and intended birthright, feeling the responsibility to heal and repair their land and set it to rights could no longer be ignored. It had taken hard work and time, not to mention much diplomacy and negotiation, to see the renewal of Misthaven to full prominence and strength, the way it had been once upon a time, but as this celebratory ball commemorated, their homeland was once more taking its place as a center of government and commerce worthy of note. The turnout of their numerous foreign allies and partners for this occasion proved it even more definitively. As the crown princess, it was Emma’s duty to greet the visiting nobles and gathered emissaries, to listen and make them feel welcome. However, though his Swan cared deeply for her country and her people, she was not one to linger in meaningless pandering and conversation when she could avoid it. Normally she would have made short work of the rounds that were necessary, but he could tell she was set on tormenting him, determined to keep her distance for the sake of driving him slowly insane with need.

The vision of her in the red dress she wore - off the shoulders with fluttering cap sleeves, but fitted all the way throughout the bodice and over her hips to the knees where it flared out in what was called a mermaid skirt (though he knew that term would make Ariel’s brow crinkle in consternation and perplexity if she heard it). The shimmering gown was bright red, and reminded him vividly of the vision she had been at the first ball they ever attended together, the first time they had danced, when he couldn’t have imagined just how much they would come to mean to each other. His mouth went suddenly dry as she leaned over to speak playfully with the diplomat’s young daughter, and deliberately gave him a look down the fitted bodice that no one else would catch. She could tell exactly what it did to him, if the wink she sent his way was any indication.

Finally, the crowd waiting to speak with the princess thinned, and he saw Emma’s mother shoo her toward the dance floor as if releasing her from official duty. It might actually be only a short respite; they couldn’t afford to snub or neglect any of those who had gathered in gratitude after all. He also knew Emma well enough to understand that though she might look as graceful as her namesake avian creature, she would never choose to unwind or cut loose while dressed up in heels and finery, doing proper ballroom dances in front of so many watching eyes. She was more inclined to curl up in her beloved hoodies and sweats or go out sailing with him when she truly wished to feel at ease.

Regardless, he would take the chance to cut which was being placed before him. Sliding over to stand before her, Killian raised his brow at Emma as she drew in a sharp breath of surprise at his sudden appearance, and how close he pressed to her before holding out his hand and hook to pull her into a familiar waltz. Still, there was nothing simple or understated about the scorching look her offered her, making certain she felt the heat simmering from his every pore, the sheer desire burning within his eyes, even as his hand played over her back and his hook brushed an escaped golden tentril of her hair off her forehead before trailing along her collarbone, cool against her rapidly warming skin.

The smirk that crossed his face at the gasp escaping his Savior’s painted lips was as taunting and rakish as any he had ever worn in his most daring years of piracy. Leaning nearer still, he could practically feel Emma’s heart hammering, so rapidly that he feared a moment for it beating out of her chest. She clutched the open collar of his shirt, thumb rubbing through the coarse chest hair she loved, just barely peeping out and giving a hint at the rapscallion beneath his respectable garb.

Before he could think to rein in the impulse that took him over, Killian darted forward to nip at the lobe of her delicate ear, tongue playing briefly with the dangling pearl drop of her earring until a quiet little whimper escaped her for him alone to hear, even as they mostly looked to be dancing sedately to anyone else’s eyes.

Pulling back slightly to search his face, Emma’s expression clearly asked her husband what he was doing, and Killian leaned in to whisper at her cheek, his stubble abrading her pale, flawless skin, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Oh Princess… you’ve been playing quite the dangerous game.”

“Me?” she whispered breathlessly, attempting to feign innocence though her voice was  light and thready, and he could see a shiver run through her.

“Oh yes, Love,” he nodded, a wicked smile stretching across his devilishly handsome features as he pressed her. “You know just what you’ve been doing to me all night. I’m onto you, Wife.”

Emma smirked back at him now, sliding into the playful banter that had been a part of their relationship almost from its very beginning. “Is that so?  And what am I doing, Husband?” she shot back in jesting challenge.

“Driving me wild,” he growled into the sensitive curve of her neck and shoulder, making her flinch away and flush all the way up to the roots of her golden curls and down until it disappeared into the corset of her dress.

They continued to dance, though they moved closer to the edge of the large marbled palace floor and away from the many other couples. Their steps also slowed as they rotated in smaller circles - more and more caught up in each other.

Killian had her right where he wanted as he murmured for Emma’s hearing alone. “You may have your fun being the perfect royal for now, Darling. Charm your princes and bewitch your knights.  Laugh and dance and make nice, enchant them all… but don’t forget who will take you home when the night is over. Then you’re mine… and you won’t be so proper.”

His eyes glimmered with blue fire as those words sunk in, and Emma’s chest visibly seemed to heave across the tightly cinched corset in a struggle to draw breath once he had stolen it. Killian licked his lips salaciously, holding her in his stare, and Emma nearly tripped, her knees went so weak. If she hadn’t already been clutching him tightly, she would have fallen in a puddle at his feet.

It seemed the Princess of Misthaven deemed her duties that night fulfilled after all, as it was not much longer before she and her pirate consort husband disappeared for the evening - no doubt saving the very last intimate dance for each other alone.

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The Walking Dead Season 10 Will Change Lucille’s Storyline from the Comics

Hilarie Burton’s role as Negan’s wife, Lucille, on The Walking Dead will play out differently from the comics, as the trailer for Season 10's bonus episodes reveals.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s Negan has been a consequential figure on AMC’s The Walking Dead ever since his highly-anticipated debut in 2016’s Season 6 finale ; an introduction that cemented him as the definitive big bad of the show before turning a brutal-but-iconic moment from Robert Kirkman’s comic book series source material into a cliffhanger stunt that proved controversial in all the wrong ways. However, while the character has since experienced a compelling villain-to-antihero arc similar to the comic, the latest trailer for Season 10’s bonus episodes teases a slight divergence to one of the earliest segments in said arc: Negan’s late wife, Lucille.

Hilarie Burton, whose role as Lucille was announced this past November, brings invaluable experience for her portrayal as Morgan’s onscreen wife, seeing as she’s married to him in real life. Her casting also made it clear that The Walking Dead Season 10 will devote time to adapting parts of Kirkman’s limited series, Here’s Negan , an origin story originally released in 2016 as 16 four-page issues. Seeing as the topic has been touched upon by Negan himself on the series, it would hardly be a spoiler to point out that Lucille—the name Negan eventually bestows in morbid fashion to his signature, head-bashing barbed-wire baseball bat—died of pancreatic cancer, leaving him to regret his woefully unfaithful ways during their marriage. However, Burton’s onscreen version of the character will have a lot more to do than just die, at least based on what the latest extended Season 10 trailer reveals below:

Interestingly, the Here’s Negan miniseries merely used Lucille as a martyr early on in its run, depicted as the wife to whom enigmatic gym teacher Negan took for granted, but still loved—at least in his own way. Yet, Lucille eventually succumbed to her illness during the outset of the undead apocalypse, which would lead to a traumatizing, character-defining moment for Negan when she reanimated in her hospital bed; an event that left him frozen in ambivalence, unable to even compose himself enough to carry out a merciful end. That, however, seems destined to play out differently—at least contextually—onscreen on The Walking Dead , since we see an early-apocalypse era Negan uncharacteristically in a heavy hoodie and goggles, haplessly locked in a close struggle with one measly walker—with an earlier attempt to stab it in the eye having evidently failed—before it is shot in the head by a figure in the periphery, who’s revealed to be Burton’s Lucille—who’s…well, not dead yet.

Consequently, it is clear that the series will tweak Lucille’s comic arc, revealing that she survived long enough to see the extended effects of the undead apocalypse on civilization. Moreover, judging by the ease—and clear competence—with which she dispatches the walker, it could also be the case that television Lucille managed to stick around in the timeline for a significantly longer time than her comic counterpart (à la Carol). Yet, Burton’s Lucille appearances won’t take up too much of Season 10’s run time, seeing as they will be restricted to flashbacks, notably with Episode 22 tellingly titled “Here’s Negan.” Thus, it could be the case that Lucille’s comic-anachronistic presence during the show’s take on the Here’s Negan odyssey might be a way to condense the graphic novel-sized story, which saw Negan’s apparent innocence chipped away slowly as he repeatedly witnessed the walker-related deaths of people with whom he’d bonded on the road. Indeed, Lucille’s imminent post-apocalypse-era demise can adequately serve as the primary catalyst that sends Negan down the same comic arc, just in an expediently quicker manner.

Of course, Here’s Negan ultimately culminates when Negan meets Dwight and Sherry , forming—amongst a small camp of survivors—an early, more earnest and upright version of the Saviors. Unfortunately, an attack from a belligerent group permanently hardens Negan’s survival instincts, imbuing him with a sense of kingly entitlement as the “savior” of those they encounter—and conquer. Yet, the onscreen storyline will be used to contrast how far Negan has come after the Whisperers War from his former capacity as a murdering, post-apocalypse Svengali extortionist. Indeed, while the vast majority of the trailer is devoted to the emergence of the powerful new group known as the Commonwealth (signaling an endgame trajectory for the show similar to Kirkman’s 2019-concluded comic series ), the words of Lauren Cohan’s returning Maggie explains that her young son, Hershel, asked how his daddy (Glenn) died, to which she succinctly answered, “a bad man killed him.” – She’s not wrong, but we are ominously left to wonder if that’s still the case.

The Walking Dead Season 10 returns from its lengthy hiatus on Sunday, February 28 at 9/8c on AMC.