#the season with the exploding bats was pretty good

[skizzpulsee]

so true buddy

[13phantom13angel13]

Thief

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A/N: Hello! It is I! Your Squealing Santa! Surprise! You really gave me some damn good prompts and pairings. I had such a hard time choosing! Anyways, this was my first time writing for JJK. I hope you enjoy it! It was fun to write! Happy holidays! @giggly-squiggily

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The christmas season had rolled around at Jujutsu High. The pleasing aroma of gingerbread, peppermint, and chocolate filled the air of the dorms’ kitchen. Anyone who entered the building would be smacked in the face by the sweet scent…the sound of bickering.

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto stood in the kitchen bickering with each other. Geto, wearing an apron with some flour and chocolate smudged on him; Gojo wearing a shit eating grin as he held up one of the fresh gingerbread men that was just pulled out of the oven.

“Dammit, Satoru! Would you quit eating the cookies!? You’re going to eat them all before we can even decorate them!” Geto snarled at him, swatting him away with the spatula he wielded.

“I will do no such thing!” Gojo argued back, dodge by him with ease as he took another bite of the cookie. “I can’t eat all of them in one sitting.” He smirked as Geto’s jaw clenched.

“That’s literally the third one you just ate. If you eat one more, there will be consequences.” He growled out in annoyance. Gojo chuckled deviously at the threat.

“I would like to see you try, my dear Suguru.”

Geto’s eye twitched as Gojo took another bite of the sweet delicacy he stole.

“Get your thieving ass out of the kitchen, you menace.”

The challenging grin that spread across Gojo’s face made Geto want to punch him. Then he spoke the famous last words.

“Make me.”

It was Geto’s turn to smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, taking the apron off from around his neck as he approached the cocky pale haired man with cracking knuckles. Gojo’s grin fell as he recognized the mischievous twinkle in his boyfriend’s eyes. He gulped as he took a couple of steps back.

“Now, Suguru. Think about this.”

“Oh, I have thought about it,” Geto stated as he boxed Gojo in against the adjacent counter. “And I think this is a suiting punishment for your crime, cookie thief!”

Gojo squealed as Geto’s fingers descended upon his sides. Bubbly giggles came spilling past his lips as he squirmed in place.

“Suhuhuhuguruhuhuhu! Nohohoho fahahahahair!”

“It’s plenty fair! I told you to stop eating the damn cookies but you didn’t want to listen. Suffer the consequences!” He scolded as his fingers traveled across his stomach. Gojo giggled harder.

“Tihihihihickling is agahahahahainst the ruhuhules!”

“Pfft! According to whom, exactly? Not you, that’s for sure!” Geto’s fingers traveled up his ribs, his giggles turning into laughter.

“AH! NONONONOHOHOHO!”

Geto laughed with him.

“You sounded like Santa! That’s how you get into the holiday spirit. Not by stealing cookies. Now, are you ready to apologize?” Geto asked the near hysterical man in front of him. Gojo shook his head as wiggling fingers traveled higher on his rib cage. Geto clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Suit yourself.” With one hand, Geto attacked Gojo’s armpit. With the other, he grabbed his hip and squeezed in such a torturous fashion that Gojo actually screamed.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SUGURU NOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Loud, boisterous laughter exploded from him as his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. Geto followed him down with tickling fingers still attached to their targets.

“Give it up, Satoru. We both know you’re too ticklish to keep this up much longer.” Geto said with a fond chuckle. Listening to his boyfriend laugh was one of his favorite things in the world.

By this point, Gojo’s cheeks had turned a pretty decent shade of red. Not enough to be alarming, but enough to know he was reaching his limits. Tears of mirth glistened in the corners of his eyes as he weakly batted at Geto’s hands.

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAHAHAY!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!! YOU WIHIHIHIN!!” Gojo screeched in hysterics.

“Are you going to stop stealing cookies and leave me alone to bake in peace?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! SUGURU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gojo begged as the first tear trickled down his cheek. That was his signal to stop.

Geto withdrew his hands and sat beside Gojo, rubbing his back gently as he caught his breath. Gojo peered up at him as he wiped his eyes.

“That was rude and uncalled for…” He panted softly. Geto gave him a flat stare.

“What’s rude and uncalled for is stealing my cookies. Now shoo. I have to finish up these cookies so they’re cooler enough to decorate this evening.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m going.” Gojo got to his feet, exchanging as gentle kiss with Geto as he walked out of the kitchen to leave his boyfriend in peace.

Lesson learned, Gojo. Don’t be a cookie thief.

[astra-galaxie]

Okay so you dislike (or maybe even hate) Down to the Wire, but I got to know your opinion about one of THE most underwhelming and anticlimactic cases in my opinion, The Darkest Hour.

Contrary to my rant the other day, I don't know if I would say I hated the case...😅 I didn't mind playing it and enjoyed the plot, but I have issues with how it was executed!

Spoiler for The Darkest Hour under the cut.

The Darkest Hour isn't my favourite season finale, but it's not my least favourite either. It had its good parts, like Baxter finally getting help and starting on a path to a better future, and SOMBRA's defeat, but it had its bad parts too...

For starters, I never got why they had six suspects. I assume it was a sorta tribute to how there were extra suspects in It All Ends Here, but given that was two seasons back and never happened in PB (or again for that matter), it just seemed weird. I would have taken Rick Murray out of the lineup because out of all of the suspects, he's the one who fits the least, in my opinion.

Speaking of, how the heck did Angela get out of prison? I know SOMBRA broke her out, but HOW??? And how was the Bureau not notified?? Also, WHY did the game butcher her character so much in this case? Sure, she sided with SOMBRA and betrayed Lars, her family and the team, but she wasn't that heartless! She was just going to BLOW UP the team without hesitation!? And unless I'm mistaken, it was never said that Sanjay wasn't in the HQ, so was she going to blow up a CHILD along with the team she dedicated her life to???

And then when Dupont's dying, she doesn't even bat an eye?! Who is this person? She sure as hell isn't Angela! I know people say prison changes people, but this much that quickly?! I might not be Angela's number 1 fan, but I still know the game did her dirty in this case!

On the topic of people getting out of prison, was it a bust one out, get another one free deal? How did Natasha also escape?! Especially considering I'm pretty sure neither she nor Angela was in prison in the US! Ah, yes, let's bring back the woman arrested in RUSSIA to kill her off and not even acknowledge how she got out or managed to get past US customs!

I know I leave my fair share of plot holes, but come on, people, at least try filling in some!

Also, I found Dupont's death to be a poor choice. They already killed off one teammate (pretty sure I've ranted about my issues with THAT case before), so why do another? Was BLOWING UP JONAH not enough teammate angst for the game?! And how did he survive that?! Jonah was literally HOLDING the bomb when it exploded, and he didn't even lose an eye!?` (Bad Jones reference, sorry.)

Plus, the President was an idiot, but I don't have much opinion on that beyond it taking him getting KIDNAPPED by his Vice President and almost killed for him to finally realize, hey, maybe this SOMBRA problem the Bureau is talking about really IS real!

Glad you're finally on board with them, Sir!🙄

It also seemed like the SOMBRA plot was wrapped up weirdly fast after that. Like, I'm sure it took a long time, years probably, for SOMBRA to be dissolved entirely and for its recruits to be tracked down, arrested or freed of the brainwashing. Yet, the Bureau's going to an award ceremony just a few hours after saving the President of the USA? Priorities, people! Yes, congratulate the Bureau for their work, but there are still bigger problems to address!

And why, why, WHY was the Bureau disbanded so quickly?! Shouldn't it have stayed active to help clean up the SOMBRA-sized mess since, you know, they're apparently the world's ONLY global law enforcement agency??? Was NO ONE worried about another SOMBRA-like group forming? Were they just going to make a new team every time something like that happens? Because I feel like the Bureau could have been helpful during S5!

Hooray! You defeated a global criminal organization, but now is NOT the time to retire!

This rant went a lot further than I thought it would...😅

Overall, is it a dumpster fire of a season finale? No. But is it the most amazing case in the series? Also no. It definitely has things I would change, but I didn't hate playing it with every fibre of my being. It was just... Meh. I think killing Dupont, making Angela act like a completely different character, disbanding the Bureau and having an extra, unnecessary suspect are my biggest issues with it.

Jeeze, for someone who claims not to have strong opinions on things, I certainly can rant once I get going!😂

[glitter-stained]

More Batman Magical Girl AU lore: list of transformations

Everybody:

-Semi-transformation: this one is easy, takes little energy out of the Star and doesn't require a transformation sequence. It only triggers the emergence of some star traits, like bat ears and little bat wings for the constellation of the bat, wolf ears and a wagging tail for the constellation of the dog, translucent boxing gloves for the constellation of the clenched fist, etc. They enhance physical prowess and regeneration, though not to the level of Wonder Woman or Superman, as well as semi-flight through the ability to jump from building to building.

-Classic: the classic transformation which is accessible without too much struggle (aside from the concept of awakening) by everyone and probably the only one used for the first three seasons of the show, it's cool and has a transformation sequence but has to still be easy enough to draw. It grants flight, enhanced speed, strength and regeneration as well as access to Basic Moves and Special Moves.

-Meteor: after a Star gives themselves away to the Night of Gotham, if their heart is open enough, the crystal core can channel the pool of star dust inside their heart to grant them access to that transformation, which is objectively cooler and prettier than the classic (for example after someone loses a hand, someone takes a bullet for a civilian etc.). This grants them the ability to make Meteor Special moves, as well as an additional increase in physical abilities.

-Ultimate Starlight: when the Villain Conglomerate kidnaps Batman to try and syphon the power of the Bat, the other Stars come to rescue him. During the fight, the Stars' different attacks overcharge the machine meant to absorb the bat's star magic and use it to permanently mind-control the Gotham population, the Ultimate Transformer of Starlight (UTS), and it basically explodes in a bomb that hits everybody with the very powerful Ultimate Starlight transformation. They can afterwards channel this transformation at will, which is so pretty, and powerful in specific scenarios that require the use of the Starlight Avalanche power it grants: if someone good is brainwashed, possessed or committing evil through some fort of coercion, like some of the key characters used by the villain conglomerate in that arc, this magic frees them of that control and can even make them into allies; one Star's Starlight Avalanche is enough to free an entire mob of people.

-Aurora/Galaxy: The Galaxy is the final arc of the series, in which all the constellations join hands and all the fragments fuse together to summon the Night Sky, which is to say they summon the spirits of the Night Sky Constellations through a phenomenon called Aurora Borealis that opens the gateways and leads to the Stars and the constellations sharing a body moving together in complete symbiosis, in an all powerful costume that shows both ethereality, specificity to the constellation and full power glitter and detail. There are actually two costume changes in that epic final scene, the Aurora where as they hold hands and summon the Nightsky they are in uniformish galaxy/northern lights colours emitting and pastel neon light, and then the Galaxy when they merge completely with their constellation.

Twisted:

-Jason (Constellation of the Wolf): Unleashed: During this Under the Red Hood inspired arc, Jason is grappling with severe trauma and pain and rage, which all bubble to the surface as he tries to figure out what's happening. In an access of pain and grief, Jason decides to flood his crystal core with energy with the goal to implode, but instead the core is damaged and defaced (it will be healed at the end of the arc), leading him to take in an alternate transformed form that showcases his grief, rage and pain to the world and half-controls him, leading to an extreme increase in violence.

-Bruce (Constellation of the Bat): Dark Heart: Bruce's plummeting mental health leads him to attempt to shield his heart and accidentally leads to the corruption of his core by the Dark Spirit Zurr' En' Arr, who turns on his family and, among others, kidnaps Jason and tries to deactivate his crystal core to avoid a reiteration of the Unleashed Arc, which leads to consequences similar to the Gotham War storyline (though Jason is later healed through the waters of the fountain of the Astral Lost).

Star Fusion:

When two stars enter complete partnership their fragments might fuse temporarily, leading to both having costumes and powers that share traits of both. Examples of this phenomenon are the Stephcass fusion fight or that time the We Are Robin movement triggered by Duke induces a fusion between all of the Robins.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Book of the Damned: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Charlie found the Book of the Damned which has the spell to undo the curse of the Mark. You've made yourself clear but they're not listening to you. What better way to show Dean how serious you are than to hit him where it hurts: Your kids, Sam, and Charlie.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You head to the nearest convenience store which is five miles from the cabin. You walk inside and only notice the cashier behind the counter.

"Afternoon, ma'am."

"Hi," you say.

You walk toward the junk section and browse the chips they have. You're looking for something salty to snack on and grab your favorite bag of chips. Just for good measure, you grab a six-pack of beer along with some cookies for Charlie. You feel the man's eyes on you but you don't comment on it. You walk to the counter and set the stuff down, noticing they have gummy bears. You grab two bags and add them to your pile.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that will be $15.75."

He doesn't scan anything or move to touch your items which is weird but you don't think much of it. You take out a twenty and hand it to him which he takes. You immediately notice the tattoo peeking out of his sleeve. It's an eagle with two heads and in the middle is a cross that's been sharpened at the bottom.

"Are you heading home or just passing through?" he asks.

"Just passing through."

You look up and notice a mirror on the wall behind the man. Through it, you can see what's behind the counter. The real cashier is lying dead on the ground with blood all over the place. You can't help but laugh at the situation, and the man looks at you in confusion.

"This is just perfect, actually. You're someone I've been wanting to see. Let me guess, Styne, right?"

Styne throws your change at you just as someone comes up behind you and grabs you. You make no move to fight them even though you'd win if you did. Styne walks out from behind the counter with a knife in hand, the same knife he used to kill the cashier.

"Now, who might you be?" Styne's eyes drift to your chest where your shirt had fallen away, revealing part of your Mark. "Well, hello there." He grips the hem of your shirt and lowers it to show the rest of your Mark. "Where'd a pretty lady like you get their hands on something like that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Styne."

He chuckles and steps closer to you.

"My friends call me Jacob." He chuckles again and looks at the items you are going to purchase. "These wouldn't happen to be treats for a red-headed little gal, now would they?"

"If you knew what was good for you, you'd get your hands off me," you say to the man behind you.

When he doesn't, you blast both men away from you with your magic exploding out on all sides. Snacks and drinks topple over shelves and the little stands holding keychains and postcards fall to the ground. The man who was holding you goes to grab you but Jacob puts his hand up to stop him.

"Alright, I understand. You've got power. My apologies." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at Jacob. "Do you know a red-headed girl?"

This is it. This is your in. They want the book. As much as you want to know its secrets, if they have the book, Dean can't use it to get the Mark off you. You can kill two birds with one stone if you do this right.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I bet you're looking for something. Maybe something to read?"

Jacob points the knife at you but you don't bat an eye.

"What do you know about it?"

"Too much."

"I'm betting you want to use it to rid that gift on your chest."

"No, quite the opposite. See, I like this power. I want this power. I will kill anyone who gets in my way and that includes you."

"There's no need for violence." Jacob puts his knife away. "All we want is the book. Care to give it up?"

"I'll be more than happy to give you the book so as long as you leave me and this Mark alone. If you try to get rid of it, I'll know where the book is and I'll kill every last one of your family members starting with you."

"Done."

"Follow me and I'll lead you right to it. Oh, and do me a favor. Kill the red-headed girl. She's no longer useful to me."

"As you wish."

You don't see Dean standing at the back door listening to every word you've said. An hour after you left the cabin, his head started hurting like there was a battle going on in his head. Your magic now mixed with your old magic isn't a good thing. His head became clear and he realized what you are up to. He left to see what you were doing and found you at the gas station. He leaves before you can spot him and speeds back to the cabin.

"What happened?" Sam asks when Dean enters.

"Y/N is betraying us. The Stynes found her. She didn't turn over a new leaf. She's on her way over here to hand the book over to them and to kill us at the same time. She will kill everyone here if it means the cure for the Mark is gone."

He takes the container of holy oil and splashes some in the fire.

"Dean, what are you doing with the holy oil?"

"There is a cure for the Mark in the book, but it comes at a price. We got to destroy it."

Dean grabs the lead-lined container that contains the book.

"Are you sure about this?"

"It's calling to me, Sam, okay? I can hear it. It's calling to the Mark. It wants me to take the book and run away with it. Call me selfish but I care about both of your lives. If the book is gone, there is no need for her to kill us. Burn it now." The sound of a car pulling up to the cabin catches Dean's attention. He goes to the window with his gun out and looks through it. You're standing next to Jacob's car with a smirk. "Sam, burn it now!"

You crack your neck as you walk closer to the cabin. You're sure they locked the doors and windows but that's not going to stop you from getting inside. Jacob and two of his men follow you up the steps, eager to get the book.

"Dean, I'm home! Let me in!"

You stick your hands out in front of you and all the windows shatter with your magic. The front door flies open and Jacob's friends walk inside. Sam is kneeling by the fireplace so Charlie and Dean are the ones who have to protect Sam by fighting against them. One of the men grabs a chair to knock Charlie over the head with it but she grabs an angel blade and slices his torso twice. She kicks him into the wall and stabs the blade through his heart. Dean punches the other man in the face and kicks him in the stomach which sends him doubling over in pain. Dean grabs another chair and slams it onto his back, watching as the man crumbles to the ground.

"You want to go in or shall I?" Jacob says to you.

"Oh, you got this. I don't want to steal your thunder."

Jacob walks in with a gun in hand just as Sam tosses the book wrapped in cloth into the fire.

"Silly boy." 

Jacob glares and raises his gun to shoot at Sam. Charlie ducks behind the couch and Dean takes out his gun to shoot at Jacob. He shoots him three times but that doesn't take him down. It does knock his gun out of his hands but he knows he can take Sam without a weapon. He takes three steps toward Sam and Dean shoots him two more times. He bounces back easily and grabs at Sam's throat but Sam is two steps ahead of him. He drives a knife into Jacob's chest even with his hand wrapped around his throat. Jacob glares at Sam but he twists the knife, and that's enough to take Jacob down.

"Shame. I was really hoping he'd kill all of you," you say and step into the cabin.

"What the fuck, Y/N! Look what you did! This is... I can't even... You said you'd want to change!"

"You really think I turned over a new leaf?" You laugh. "When are you going to get it through your thick head that I like being this way? I don't know how many times you want me to say this but I don't want it gone! I told you what would happen if you continued to look for the cure, didn't I?" Dean's face goes ashen. "The trail of bodies I'll leave will all be your fault." You look at Charlie with a glare. "Starting with you."

You stalk over to her but both Winchesters run at you to stop you. You blast both of them backward and continue walking. Charlie scrambles to grab something but you get to her first. You conjure a knife and stab it through her abdomen and she gasps in pain. She slumps against your body and you twist the knife.

"I missed your organs on purpose," you whisper. "I want you to wake up every day knowing I will be right there ready to kill you. You'll die at the hands of me but it won't be today. If you continue to look for a cure, I will trap you inside your own mind forcing you to relive the worst day of your life before I kill you and send you down to Mommy and Daddy."

You pull the knife out of her and she crumbles to the ground. You toss the knife aside and walk over to Dean who has tears in his eyes. His heart is broken. It scares him to think about this but he doesn't know if having you back will fix the damage you've done to him. He stands to confront you but you push him down against the coffee table.

"Maybe I wasn't clear before." Your eyes shine red and Sam doubles over in pain. He coughs up blood since you're making him bleed internally. Dean gets up to help him but you push him back down again. "This is strike three. Game over. Let the hunt for our children begin, and believe you me, I will find them. If you continue looking for the cure, not only will I kill them but I will make sure you never find their bodies. For your sake, you better find them before I do."

With that, you leave the cabin. As soon as you do, Sam is suddenly fine. Charlie still has a stab wound but you made sure not to hit any vital organs. They have no reason to be in Des Moines so they pack up what they can and get the hell out of dodge. They don't say a single word until they're all back inside the Bunker. Dean is a broken man with only one goal in mind: to protect his children. He won't let you get to them.

Cas makes a visit without Metatron and explains what happened but Dean can't focus on anything he's saying. The only thing he got is that Metatron escaped with the demon tablet. Sam explains what happened at the cabin and Dean squeezes his eyes shut to get the memory of you out of his mind.

"I was foolish, selfish. I should've just killed him. Who knows what he'll do with that tablet?" Castiel sighs.

"You know what, Cas? You got your Grace back. You're back. You did the right thing."

"You did the right thing. That book needed to be destroyed. We will find another way, Sam."

The metal doors open and Charlie comes in with two pizza boxes and a bag of drinks in hand.

"I'm back, bitches!" she grins painfully. She walks down the stairs and sees Cas. "Whoa! Is that who I think it is?"

"Charlie, Cas. Cas, Charlie."

"I thought you'd be shorter."

Sam takes the food from her and places it on the war table before taking the drinks from her.

"I'm gonna get these to the fridge."

"I heard you got your mojo back," she grins.

"Yes, my Grace, has been restored," he stutters.

Charlie looks over at Dean to see him staring at the table numbly.

"Can't you just, you know, cure Dean and Y/N?"

"Unfortunately, it's not that simple."

"It never is, is it? Do you think you could do anything about my carpal tunnel?" Cas places two fingers on her forehead and heals her. "Is that it?"

"Your carpal tunnel and your stab wound are now healed. You may want to continue wearing your wrist brace at night, though."

"Did we just become best friends?" she grins.

Sam comes back with four beers and places them on the war table.

"Cas, tell me something," Dean says numbly. He looks at the angel with broken eyes. "Do you know where my kids are?"

Cas looks at Sam.

"Yes."

"Are they safe?"

Again, Cas looks at Sam.

"Yes."

"Don't let her get to them," his voice cracks.

"I won't."

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[zeeposting]

i didnt beta read this. i never beta read my fics MY BAD..

the simple things - payjay

"OJ!" 

Before he had the chance to see who it was, two hands curled around his waist, embracing him in a warm, fulfilling hug. He'd relax his shoulders, realising that it was just his boyfriend, not some stranger.

"Paper, you're back early, huh?" He'd hum out quietly, his hands closing his laptop shut, glancing over at his partner — It was around six in the evening, and for once, Paper was back earlier than he'd usually arrive.

"Mhm. Finished my shift early, so.." OJ kissed Paper's forehead, making his cheeks go a faint shade of pink, his heart feeling all fuzzy and warm — while his stomach had that little fluttery feeling. It was the same feelings he got when they first started dating.

They stayed in each others grasp for at least five minutes, before their dog came running into the room — just awake from a nap, jumping onto Paper, knocking him onto the soft carpets. His face was licked instantly, and he could tell she was happy to see him.

"Hey, Pumpkin." He'd scratch behind her ears, OJ watching with a smile. Two perfect beings for the price of one. 

"What am I gonna do with you two, honestly?" He'd chuckle, joining the pair on the floor. There was no harm in a little cuddle after a long day of work, and stress. It was nice to be snuggled up beside your boyfriend and your.. massive dog.

He wouldn't trade this for the world.

Balls of yarn would sit on the shelves in the living room — knitting was something OJ had picked up recently as a hobby, and he was pretty good at it — making scarves was his strong suit, and Paper loved wearing each one he made for the winter season.

The occasional photo frame sat on the striped walls, crooked and uneven. But that only added character to the house, which was decorated with love and care. It showed parts of them both, and that's what made it beautiful.

They rest on the couch together, Paper's head on OJ's shoulder, snuggled into a black, fluffy blanket, the dog resting on their laps happily, tail wagging with pure happiness and excitement at the mere thought of being around her owners.

This was what love was like. For them, anyway. All they really needed was each other, and that's all that mattered. Nothing fancy like a ring box, nothing big like a car — they showed their love through affection.

And that's what mattered to them.

gay people are real in 3... 2.... 1.... BOOM.

😨 /pos

i lOVE THIS

paygay

i dont know how else so show my joy. explodes you

kicks my golly little feet and bats my eyelashes!1!!!

[yourlovejohnny]

Dealer!Jonathan comforting Grieving!Steve Harrington.

{Set after all the events of Season 4.}

Steve was laid up against Eddie’s van. The tire, more specifically. He was stoned off his ass, seeing stars. His blood shot eyes, glossy, fell to off to the side to look at Eddie. He was taking a piss off by a tree.

“Eds.” Steve called out, slurring Eddie’s nickname. He started smacking his lips together softly. His mouth felt dry, like a desert. He felt like he could feel every crevice of his mouth.

“Yeah, Harrington?” Eddie zipped up his old black jeans and started walking back to the other. He tripped over a branch, which sent him stumbling against the van. This cause both the men to go into a fit of giggles.

“Do you have a bottle of water?” He said between giggles, snorting now. He took a puff of his ‘Purple Palm Tree Delight’ and dragged his eyes to look up at Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t there. It was like he disappeared into thin air. Steve giggled again and sagged his head. Eddie must’ve went to fetch him some water. He stomach started to feel heavy. He felt a lump swell up in his throat, so he stood up and ran off into the woods. Stumbled was more accurate. He got pretty far in and started to retch. His hand found purchase on a tree as he bent over and began to puke. He heard a faint noise in the distance. He chalked it up to animals running around or Eddie coming to find him. He stayed bent over, trying to get everything out of his system. Never mix kush, meds, and cheap beer. Noted.

“Anyone out there?!”

It sounded like a young voice. Not too young though. Like.. a young man. Early 20s, like Steve.

The foot steps got closer. Steve slid down the tree, laying his head against the hard bark.

“Eddie?” Steve mumbled out, he could just make out the outline of someone though his foggy Vision.

“Steve….?”

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Steve all but fell off the couch when he jolted awake. He looked around, frantic. His heart felt as if would explode. He had cold sweats. His breath was erratic and shaky. Eyes still blood shot.

“Dude. Are you alright?”

Jonathan’s slightly lanky frame came into view. He sat a cup of brown warm looking liquid on the coffee table. He crouched down in front of Steve’s shaking posture.

“Where’s Eddie?” He breathed out, glancing around.

Jonathan went still.. his voice caught. His eyes saddened, unexplainable pain related from his to Steve’s eyes.

“Steve. He’s still gone.” Jonathan’s hand reached out and laid his hand to on Steve’s knee in comfort.

Steve froze and dropped his head into his hands. Right. The Upside Down. Vecna. The Bats. The accident. His death.

“I shouldn’t have let you have that stuff, Man.” Jonathan mumbled, running a hand through his own shaggy hair. “I thought it’d ease the pain, not send you into a depressive spiral.. that got you stumbling out in the woods.. puking your guts up… hallucinating Eddie.”

Then, he noticed how Steve’s frame was shaking. Choked sobs erupted from Steve closed lips. Tears dripped down his bare arms.. leave trails of wet pain in their wake.

Goddamnit.

He stood and pulled Steve into a tight hug. He felt Steve break into his arms. A single tears left Jonathan’s eyes as he ran his hands through Steve’s hair.

He’ll help Steve heal through this. He swore on his love for him that he would.

As Steve raised his head off Jonathan’s shoulder, he saw Eddie.. He stood there waving, laughing. He dropped his head into Jonathan’s shoulder letting another wave of tears hit him.

“I just want it to go away. Please Johnny.. make it go away.” He mumbled, choking on his own sobs again.

“I wish I could. I really do..”

They sat there, in one another’s arms.

Jonathan wishing for Steve to heal. To be happy again.

Steve wishing Eddie would just leave him be.. or come back in the flesh. To see him one last time.

The real him.

{Author’s Note: I wonder if I should make more parts. Maybe it’s good as a sad one shot. Who knows?}

[yusuke-of-valla]

Whumptober Day 12: Rumor Has It

Written for the Whumptober Day 12 prompt: Red

There’s something wrong with Mementos today. 

Akira can’t really explain it. Everything seems sharper. The reds are redder, the lights are pulsing harder, and the entire place feels like it’s about to pounce on them.

…Maybe he’s been spending too much time with Fox.

“Is something going on today?” he asks.

“I don’t think so,” Queen says. “No one’s been complaining about allergies or anything.”

“Only buzz I’ve seen online are like, spooky season stuff,” Oracle says. “You know, lots of rumors about ghosts and weird stuff.”

“I’ve heard a lot of those too,” Panther says, “I dunno if that’d really affect Mementos though.”

“You’re the leader Joker,” Morgana says. “If you say something’s off, we can go.”

Akira thinks. It could very well just be his nerves, and these requests are pretty urgent. Then again, it’s not good to take too many risks when it comes to Mementos. The Metaverse is as mercurial as the populace that formed it, who knows what could affect it.

“Let’s spend some time scoping our floors with weaker shadows,” he says. “That should tell us if there’s something we should be worried about.”

They pack up into the Mona van, and a few shadows in he’s convinced the bad feeling was just nerves. The shadows are acting completely normal, and the team takes them down easily.

He’s about to decide they should go back when one group of shadows they run into includes a shadow he’s never seen before.

“Oracle, what is that?” he asks.

“Uh, it looks like a Lilim?” Oracle says.

“But… it’s green,” Fox says.

“That’s what you focus on? Not the weird bat head?” Panther sighs.

“Whatever, let’s just ask,” Joker says. He pulls out his gun and shoots at the weird Lilim, but it isn’t knocked down. “Not weak to that anymore?” Joker mutters. 

“I’m on it!” Morgana says, casting Garula on the shadow, but that doesn’t knock it down either.

“Would it kill these things to be consistent?” Skull mutters. 

Suddenly, the Lilim casts a spell Joker doesn’t recognize and… explodes into smoke?

“Did it just knock itself out?” Noir asks. 

“But it didn’t even do anything,” Queen says. “That’s weird, why—”

Suddenly Queen’s hit with a psiodyne.

That Akira cast.

“Joker?! What are you doing?” Noir gasps, and Akira wants to say he doesn’t know. 

He’s felt the power of dozens of Personas flow through him before, but this feels wrong. Something has forced his way into his body and is making him move.

“Is he brainwashed?” Queen coughs, still dizzy from his hit.

No, he isn’t. Being brainwashed feels terrible in its own right, but that’s in hindsight. That’s in realizing that what you thought you were doing wasn’t what was actually going on. But you’re not aware of it at the time.

This is a front row seat to someone else using his body, forcing his lips to curl as he attacks his friends, forcing him to call upon the multitude of selves within him and fire off attack after attack.

In short: it’s violating. He’s never felt so powerless.

Something forces itself through him, a spell he doesn’t know currently, and suddenly a Garula heads straight for Skull, though Mona pushes him out of the way.

“It’s the Lilim!” Oracle says. “It’s possessing him or something!”

“How do we fix it?” Haru gasps, “Amrita drop isn’t working!”

“Neither is Me Patra!” Mona says.

“Then we’ll just have to knock him out,” Queen says, pulling herself up.

Please, please knock me out, Akira thinks.

“Panther, go for Agidyne!” 

Kumbhanda is forced out of Akira to take the hit, and Haru hits him with her own Psio skill.

Despite not being in control, he feels every bit of pain and is so thankful when it overwhelms him and he succumbs to darkness.

.

..

.

“Recarm!”

Akira sits up immediately and breathes a sigh of relief that he’s in control of his own body again. “Thank goodness,” he says. “Queen, are you alright?”

“None the worse for wear,” she says. “You?”

“I feel like I need a shower. Or an exorcism, or both,” Akira says. “Either way, let’s get out of here.”

Everyone nods in agreement. Ann takes the wheel since neither Akira or Makoto are really in a state to drive, and they can’t get out of there soon enough.

Akira shudders at the thought of what just happened. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep tonight.

[itsdappleagain]

It's time for the end of season 2- The Deep Dive Caper!

What an absolutely showstopping finale!! I'm so thrilled to liveblog it. This episode gets serious like no other episode really does before or since. Lets get started!

Late, as usual. Buy a lottery ticket the day I do one of these on time. Notes under the cut as always!

right off the bat this episode is pretty much unlike any other. they try to have a caper setup- the vile drive- but it's not long before we realize that EVERYTHING is gone. even in the last finale the sort of "caper" of the episode was rescuing devineaux. this episode is all about answers.

"all on my own. the only sure way i know." hrnnrgh carmen

their boat is being so nice and stationary in the middle of a raging storm and waves taller than they are

"MY FIST IS GOING TO MAKE YOUR GUTS EXPLODE" ivy never change

its ALLL GONE

rip vile island we hardly knew ye

the cs team is just showing off their background artists 😌

ah would you like some mashed shadowsan with your steak

maelstrom your plan sucked babygirl sorry. should have sic'd brunt on her on the train like a rottweiler

interesting plan though. if shadowsan really had killed dexter, what would carmen have done? beat him up? sent him to acme? just thrown him out? she promises to hunt him down if he runs but like what were you going to do after that? murder for a murder?

malestrom: maybe she'll show up in botswana ✨ carmen who's been out for the count for half a year and has no reason to have even shown up in botswana as early as she did:

the teddy bear <3

in love with cleo's boob straps. that safety harness does not even clip in the front its like if a backpack was securing you to a car

that explosion animation is so good though its so impactful

its a damn good thing devineaux showed up when he did he could have been blown to the gates of hell in one second flat and no one would have been any the wiser

chase drinks so much disrespect women juice the first two seasons that he blames julia for an impression of her that his own mind dreamed up i love him for that

angry carmen is so babygirl to me. go bestie show emotion. get so mad about that shit

mmm and theres the shot i used for our title card! and what a fantastic one it is. shadowsan's motif playing in the background as carmen pauses at the oni, but the show itself telling us that he is still on her side with that gigantic, massive symbol of him framing carmen in a circle of red. if you pay attention and learn the colors the team likes, you don't even have to worry about this ep its all cool

you know what the dominant color in this entire scene of carmen trying to find out the truth is, though? blue. even when she's in the server room or staring at shadowsan's oni, the water isnt tinted green like they easily could have made it. its. all. blue.

obsessed with how zack wakes up he's being exorcised and the demon was the peppers and onions

agree it would have been hilarious if devineaux finally gets rescued and it turns out to be a really, really pissed off carmen sandiego

roundabout has the air of a theater kid who always got the leads but had to act surprised about it

evil ihop

i love how confused roundy looks its so funny

devineaux stabbing himself and the scream makes me cry laughing every single time

devineaux really goes ↘️↗️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️↘️

i would watch a series about devineaux being left to fend for himself on the island and slowly losing his mind

his supervisor was so excited about firing him

okay here we go it all gets real now

carmens realization going from my dad was a cop -> my dad was literally the exact opposite of a cop and neither of those things being things she is happy about

i love the realization hitting her face (even if it was animated. a touch blandly)

shadowsan's face s just animated fantastically here. his eyebrows are up- he realizes carmen is there, maybe confused about why she isnt saying anything. then his eyebrows drop, his face falls ever so slightly. he knows the jig is up

also. yes. "your silence is like thunder" is just. ough its such a good line

he isn't even surprised by the question he knew it was coming eventually

"if you run, I will find you." its not a threat its a damn promise. for older viewers its easy to draw the connection between the famous i will find you and i will kill you. it doesnt have to be said.

mm and carmen rejecting the offer to sit and be comfortable around him. she just can't

even in the flashbacks your can see so much of carmen in him its so great. its dishonorable, and everything carmen stands against, but she is undeniably her father's daughter

the plot for this flashback is so sophisticated its so so good. they treat the audience really well about it

also young faculty designs <3

the red on the inside of dexter's jacket to symbolize his secret with carmen im sobbing

also the decision to make carmen have his eyes is. hrngh.

already been pointed out but the way the music softens when shadowsan says "you" HURTS

THAT BABY IS A SNITCH. carmen. snitchdiego

the heartbreak when present carmen speaks again gfgrgh

i like the new mask he hangs behind him before carmen confronts him, by the way. its green and white- the shadow of vile and his past looming over his shoulder, maybe- but also the mask of vile he had to put on to lie about what really happened to wolfe

BABY CARMEN CRYING AS DEXTER TRIES TO HIDE HER :(((

the dolls rdhg im not crying you are

anyone have any thoughts on a dexter voice claim btw?

also also i sprang this on rueitae already but "dexter" while referring to dexterity and his skill as a thief can also mean "the one who dyes" which. jesus. it refers to dying cloth but the double meaning is ouchie

he locks her in gay baby jail!!!

i gotta stop making jokes about the most serious part of the entire series sorry

there's a little bit of a pink panther hint to his theme as he sneaks out the window which is interesting

rue's also already covered it but what WAS this man's plan for just leaving baby carm in there. like shadowsan says desperation i guess

god young chief shooting and killing an unarmed dexter wolfe and presumably orphaning her is the twist. of a fucking lifetime

the despair in the music cue when it reveals it was only his car keys

the matryoshka dolls getting burned in that fire ahrhgfrdshgsghds

love that shadowsan not only sets the house on fire while he and a baby are still in it but gives said baby an object that just got set on fire

also vile protocol dictating that he should have just burned a baby alive?? what the fuck!

bellum's apathy, mael's mild interest/concern, and cleo's disgust towards baby carm shdfjads

little tiny baby carmen shunting her butt at cleo is hilarious

faculty: omg she's a real natural thief she stole that thing without anyone noticing baby carmen in broad daylight five seconds earlier:

btw bb carm is so cute she's so round

carmen finally just sliding to the floor under the weight of all of that information. now that she has at least the idea that shadowsan was not the one who murdered her father, even if she still needs proof

"why would you make me find out on my own?" is one of the most heartbreaking lines in here. she had to go through this realization almost completely alone. her trust in the man she was coming to see as a father was shattered and he could have just told her. he could have just told her

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shadowsan crying theyre so family

you can just hear the regret and fear and sadness in his voice paul nakauchi is literally so good

REAL CHIEF!

COMMANDER!!!! oh shittt i missed the one and only canon commander caturday rip...

ivy violently hitting the cash register is a mood

the little reveal even in the music as it pans to ivy in the starbucks uniform

chief nailed the good natured but a little exasperated "hmm" when dealing with people who have no idea what they are doing

ivys little look as she sees carmen walk in. the smile drop off her face as she walks away

carmen's theme ahrugdhjdsg the music in this show is so good

what is her hand doing

oh chief no honey

the deadpan "i wouldnt drink it"

i love the little nod/head bow thing of acknowledgement of carmen's efforts

the sinister music as carmen ever so casually pulls off her little trick is GREAT

i didnt know chief could open doors 🤨

congrats on being gay agent argent you did it again

player hack chief so bad the logo goes off of the screen

"somethings wrong" yeah no shit julia

chiefs oh shit face is so funny shes like aohhhhhhhhhhhh noooooooooooooooooo

little guy

im so mature

we love digging up graves

that dawning apprehension on carm's face as she realizes there's a chance she might be about to see the decayed corpse of her twenty-years-dead mom in there

carlotta being modelled after old carmen was a cool choice. lots of fan theories about old carm being her mom this day 🫡

"are you with me?" "to the end of the line." grgfhgjhsdhjsgds im shaking them violently in my teeth if i ever got a cs quote tattoo or something it would probably be that line

the only thing i dislike about this cliffhanger is that in s3 they kind of try to deliver on this big wide promise that this finale gave us and then give up until the last episode of the entire series. like. isk. i feel like they should have either gone harder on the carlotta mystery or left it alone although they did leave me the opportunity to write a 66 thousand word fic series on the concept so i guess i cant complain

half clean shaven half very unshaved chase is so funny its cursed. he shouldnt have no hair but he shouldnt have that much worst of both worlds

devineaux's theme mixing in with that iconic action/danger soundtrack as he grins devilishly is just fantastic shit

chief waiting for a response as chase just silently smirks into the mirror

anyway GOODNESS GRACIOUS i cannot believe we're already through season 2????? what???? tis the end of my favorite season :( but s3/4 are nothing to sneeze at, either!! im super excited to get into more. (plus tsonts? are we doing that?)

[lenasai]

uhh top 5 fave blaseball players :]

i'm gonna do this and then i'm gonna check my ao3 page to see if what i end up saying lines up with how many times i've written about them

i don't think i could actually rank them past my top spot so in no particular order:

-my ultimate blorbos, max and ivy. they are my kids who i rotate in my brain all the time like rotisserie chicken. i cannot separate them, they are like pair bonded kittens. i am holding them up to the screen. i will never stop thinking about how their stories played out in the long run. there's just something about being marked for death but managing to avoid it. instead, they lived long enough to kill the god who tried to kill them, and i am so proud of them forever. also they did funny things with the sim >:)

-jaylen hotdogfingers. the first blaseball player who took up so much space in my brain. i love her so much. i remember staying up until like 2am because we had a feedback game against the mechs and jaylen was pitching for the mechs. it was a really emotional moment when she came back to seattle. i took so much emotional damage when she got alternated, but i love jaybot too. i miss both of them so much ;A;

-chorby soul, for many of the same reasons i love jaylen but also because there's a different kind of tragedy in their story. jaylen was resurrected because she was loved. chorby was resurrected because they were identified as someone who could break the game. and then they got bitten over 200 times by sharks and got trapped in a cycle of death and resurrection until getting forcibly pulled from the league. they deserved so much more and i would give them so many hugs if i could.

-parker macmillan, the poor little meow meow of all time. part of it is his tragic backstory and part of it is me patting tgb on the back for creating The Blorbo Of All Time™. he killed so many people and it literally wasn't even his fault. he's divorced and upset about it. he got hyped up as this guy who was going to bring about the end of the world in season 24......and then he didn't. he only killed one team and it was so funny. also he kept switching between the pies and the garages. that was also funny. i'm glad he gets to be just a regular guy who kind of sucks on the crabs. good for him!

-there are so many players who could take this fifth spot because there are so many players i just really like who also happen to not be plot characters, but i'm gonna give this spot to alaynabella hollywood because i just think she's neat. i like werewolves and werewolf-adjacent characters. also she started out as a pitcher who absolutely sucked ass, which was the reason i got attached to her in the first place. she pitched s15d37 (the cursed game where max and nan almost exploded) and won, but at what cost (one of her friends almost exploded and another one got bitten by sharks and observed.) we moved her to batting, where she was pretty decent. i think this might have been what ultimately inspired us to move mike townsend to batting, where he hit Two Grand Slams before getting redacted for being too good at grand slams. and the funniest part of layna's entire career was ending the expansion era as a pretty good pitcher! you love to see it, but also i miss the season 14 pitching dumpster fire 💜

oops almost all of those players were on the garages at some point (with the exception of ivy.) my biases are kind of obvious lmao

okay let's see those ao3 numbers....

...which mostly track! of the characters i named, alaynabella hollywood is the only one who doesn't show up enough times to be listed in the sidebar. in case you want the actual numbers, max shows up in five works, ivy shows up in four, chorby and parker both show up in three, and jaylen shows up in only two, but that number goes up to three if you include jaybot (who now has her own tag on ao3!)

[stillsolo]

             𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 ,  𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴.  𝙸𝚃  𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂  𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚁  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽’𝚃  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆.    good.   a promising sign, serving as yet another indication his reputation on coruscant wasn’t as notorious as he’d initially assumed.  not that han had done anything particularly worthy of incarceration recently.  well, nothing too serious by his standards, anyway.

of course, giving someone the runaround was child’s play for a guy like him, irrespective of who they were or the factions they belonged to.  however, not everything worked the same way in the deep core.  the speed at which word traveled across the outer rim was as inconsistent as it was unpredictable.  in the core worlds, information zipped through societies at breakneck speeds, its timing dictated entirely by those with enough credits to grease the wheels of delivery…  on second thought, it didn’t hurt to keep watching his step.

❝yeah, i’ve got one.❞  the hint of pride creeping into his voice was involuntary.  ❝his name’s chewbacca.  you’ve probably seen ’em around.❞   or maybe not.  han had noted early on that turner frequented club kasakar sporadically, usually for a drink or two on alternate evenings, sometimes skipping out altogether, and the club hadn’t become han’s preferred spot for scouting potential clients until after chewie decided to return to kashyyyk for a while.  timing, as always, was everything.

❝big hairy guy, doesn’t say much—unless, y’know, you speak shyriiwook.❞  the captain pulled up one shoulder in a half-shrug, doubling as an acknowledgment of the ever dwindling subset of folks who could communicate with a wookiee these days.  the sad, grim truth was that since the republic’s sudden collapse, wookiees had become a rarer sight.  the empire had gone full genocidal with kashyyyk—enslaving the wookiees, bombarding the hell out of the major cities, then hunting down whatever stragglers attempting to escape as though they were nothing more than seasonal game.  ❝one helluva pilot and engineer.  he’ll fix just about anythin’ you throw at him ’n teach ya a thing ’r two about life while he’s at it,❞ han added, blowing out an amused snort that bespoke of personal experience.

when the processor buzzed—more like rattled—with a series of violent sputters that sounded halfway between “done” and “about to explode,” han slapped it motionless, then reached for one of the bowls, ladling out steaming hot xachibik stew:  thick chunks of meat, some kashyyykian herbs packing serious heat, and spices that hit the spot and lingered, especially after too many days trapped in the frigid, sterile void of hyperspace.  best yet, unlike most kashyyykian cuisine, it didn’t come with the usual risk of melting a human’s internal organs.  han cast a sidelong glance at turner, sizing him up.  he looked like the type who could take a spicy kick to the face without batting an eyelash…  then again, pretty faces were often the most deceptive.

              ❝hope you’ve got a tolerance for hot stuff.  chewbacca made this batch,❞ han said as they settled into the cramped galley table, steaming bowls and mugs between them, and didn’t wait for a response before tucking into his bowl.   ❝so, what’s a guy like you plannin’ to do all the way out on sriluur?  got family out there or somethin’?❞   turner certainly spoke like an outer rim native; his faint accent was a dead giveaway.  but he didn’t carry himself like a native.   not by a long shot.

Clutching onto his supplies and bag, he went over to a bunk and settled to the one furthest from the cockpit and the main entrance. One could never be too safe. Anakin was always cautious and so was Jaxxson. They both had to be. Seven hours was more than he needed to relax before he was back at his homestead and among the familiarity of the heat of the suns. It was hot enough to make anyone go crazy after a while. Skywalker had taken comfort in the memory of Tatooine. Something he never thought he would ever do again. The memory of his mother and coming home to her was always on his mind. Everything then was simple. He had not been an outcast as much as he was now.

He had heard of Solo's reputation before he approached him. Which was exactly why he had come to the bar to search him out. He knew if anyone could get past the Empire it was him.

Sriluur had been a logical choice for him when on the run with younglings in his presence. He had to protect them first and foremost. Now the last of the younglings had left and he was alone. Alone with the thoughts that swore to drive him completely mad. Padme's memory crept to him sometimes. How she died so bravery that day when the Empire came crashing down on everyone. His friends were all but gone. Obi Wan was a distant memory like her.

Getting his clothes together in his pack, he left his belongings there and settled for the scavenger clothes that he wore on Sriluur so he could blend in more easier than the wear he had for Coruscant. Stepping in the refresher, he undressed and toss his clothes to the side, but carefully put his saber he kept hidden on his being aside. He would clean them later. Allowing the water to wash off the dirt and grime, he placed a hand on the shower wall. The heat from the water was enough to relax his muscles that were ever tight from being vigilant this whole time. Once he was cleaned, he dressed, then put his saber in its hiding place and stepped out.

"No, I haven't." He lied as he put his other clothes in his bag quickly. Truth was he had visited the planet where the stew was famous and had it fresh. It was fairly tasty to him and was way better than his dried bread and ration packs he normally had. Saying yes would be dangerous. As a Jedi he had been all over the galaxy. As Jaxxson, he had only been to his home planet and now Coruscant.

"You have a co pilot?" He glanced over his shoulder and then turned to him. Raising a brow, he wasn't certain of another. Han was alone. So where was his partner? That left a question for him as he moved to go to the table to sit and as he did, moving the poncho out of his way, a gesture he couldn't break from him wearing robes as a Jedi.

[archivedbyebye]

Alright, here we have some jumbled thoughts for today’s newest ninjago episode..... yayyyy

So, of course, the episode was in a different language that I do not speak, so there’s definitely not a whole lot to go off of other than the rough english translation provided to us by the youtube gods. What a totally authentic thing for me to judge off of. Obvious sarcasm here, if you couldn’t tell.

So “The Coming of the King” was it? Yeah, interesting episode. To say the least. Spoilers under the cut.

Why don’t we handle the elephant in the room: Harumi’s character devolpment?

I can’t call it redemption yet, I’m not going to go there. 

So I was really surprised when I saw a lot of controversy over Lloyrumi this season. No necessarily that Lloyrumi fans were present, moreso the fact that so many were against it. I mean, I totally get it, it’s not like a real ship because Harumi betrayed him and tried to kill him many times over.... and y’know, general suffering and whatnot. 

There’s something I think that a lot of these fans wanted out of Harumi’s return: redemption. And let’s be honest, there’s no way they could have finished this season without giving Harumi some sort of conclusion, and it’s not very likely they’ll do it the same way they did it in season 9. I love Harumi, she’s easily my favorite character, but I felt a bit conflicted when she showed up on screen after episode 12. 

With the the summaries of the next episodes already released, it’s pretty obvious Harumi’s getting that arc in some shape or form. A lot of fans speculate that this is the beginning of Lloyrumi, and again, did not expect that backlash. Personally, I’ve stopped caring. I like Lloyrumi’s chemistry, but obviously it wasn’t meant to be after season 9. But it’s not like they haven’t been building this up in the past seasons. I would not credit the past few seasons for being that deep, but it’s pretty obvious that Harumi’s had a lasting impact on Lloyd’s life, so I guess it makes sense for her return. I did sort of go off on a tangent with this, but I just wanted to share my opinions on the whole Harumi thing before we get into the logistics of this episode. Told ya’ it’s a bunch of jumbled thoughts. 

Time to ridicule whatever that was. 

Like, right off the bat, Overlord’s back, bitches. Never found him that threatening, most recent season’s doesn’t dispute that. Literally the most he does is corrupt some weapons or something. 

Lloyd’s escape? Hysterical. All that boy did is swing around until shit got fucked up. Seriously, man, why didn’t you do that three hours ago. I guess the temple’s weird floating and rotation thing was pretty cool. I guess.

Also, is it just me, or does Lloyd have some really dumb banter or what? No elaboration on that, I just feel like it really doesn’t fit his character? I know that’s kind of where his character has gone over the past couple of years, but I am actually pretty sick of it. Shut up.

Why do these people keep giving Lloyd the chance to join them? He said no, kill him before he becomes a threat to you. Come on, I thought you people were supposed to be the villains. Get your shit together. 

Why are the golden weapon’s usage guidelines so inconsistent? Remember that bit in season 10 where someone could hold the golden armor without blowing up? Good times! Now you can’t throw the golden weapons together, lest they explode in your face! what.

OKAY BUT THAT ENDING THO- what was thatttttt

Lloyd is on the brink of escape, one step away from freedom, the people trying to kill him at his back. What does green boi do? Grabs nearest solid object (hostile ex-girlfriend) and YEETS THEM BOTH OVER THE SIDE. Okay I get jumping, don’t bring your future murderer with you, okay?? Why. No, really, why?? What do you plan to do with her ONCE SHE’S DONE EMOTIONALLY TORTURING YOU?? CRY INTO HER SHOULDER?? Lloyd, honey, she doesn’t love you. Let it go.

i’m done now, you can all go back to your lives

why am i still in this fandom

[geekyturtle666]

Stress Relief (Steve and Eddie)

Plot:Being king of Hawkins High has Steve stressed, so he turns to Eddie "The Freak" Munson for relief in more ways than one.

(Takes place prior to season 4)

Warnings-Blowjobs,handjobs, and hair pulling

Steve wiped the sweat from his face as he changed out of his basketball clothes.

"Looking a little tense there Steve."Tommy laughed

"Shut up Tommy."Steve snapped

"Easy there Harrington."Tommy told "You alright?"

"Just stressed."Steve replied "That dumb bitch Mrs.Clack is threatening to get me pulled from the team if I don't pass her damn final."

"You need to loosen up dude."Tommy told "I know a guy."

"Are you talking about weed?"Steve asked

"Maybe."Tommy smirked "You know that freak from Hellfire Club?"

"Eddie Munson?"Steve questioned

"He's got the best shit dude."Tommy explained "He's usually in the woods, not far from skull rock."

         Steve walked into the woods and heard the familiar sound of Eddie's shitty rock music.

"Steve Harrington!"Eddie laughed "The king has come to mingle with the commoners."

"Don't cream yourself."Steve scoffed

Eddie chuckled, as Steve sat down at the picnic table.

"I heard you have weed."Steve explained

"I have just about everything."Eddie told "Depends what you want."

"What do you have for stress?"Steve wondered

Eddie smirked, he opened the small metal box and bit his bottom lip. Steve was still sweaty and his hair was messy. Eddie was trying to keep his mind on the moment and not in his dirty thoughts about the person sitting across from him.

"I've got this."Eddie answered,tossing the bag to Steve

"How much?"Steve asked

"Thirty."Eddie replied

"What?"Steve questioned "That's ridiculous."

Eddie pulled the bag back "Than I don't know what to tell you."

Steve groaned and hit his head against the table. As Steve had his forehead pressed against the table, Eddie slowly touch Steve's hair.

"What the hell are you doing?"Steve asked, looking up

"Wanted to see if it lived up to the hype."Eddie admitted

"I don't swing that way."Steve informed

"The pink on your cheeks says other wise."Eddie laughed

Steve rolled his eyes and Eddie grabbed Steve's hair again.

"It's softer than it looks."Eddie told

"Eddie screw off."Steve huffed

Eddie lightly pulled Steve's hair and Steve held in a moan.

"Oh shit."Eddie laughed "Steve has a hair pull kink."

"I will fucking kill you."Steve warned

"Don't threaten me with a good time pretty boy."Eddie smirked

Steve slapped Eddie's hand away and looked up.

"You're a bitch."Steve spat

Eddie stood up and sat next to Steve.

"I'm the bitch?"Eddie wondered,pulling Steve's hair again.

Steve held back a moan again.

"That's what I thought pretty boy."Eddie smiled "Who knew Mr. King of Hawkins High had a thing for dudes."

"I don't have a thing for dudes."Steve scoffed

"Then is that a baseball bat in your pants Harrington?"Eddie asked

Steve turned bright pink and buried his head in his hands. Eddie slowly began to palm Steve through his jeans.

"Fuck."Steve moaned

"You don't need weed dude."Eddie told "You need to bone."

Steve bit his lip and Eddie kept palming him.

"I don't think you wanna cum in those jeans."Eddie admitted

Eddie unzipped Steve's jeans and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles.

"The rumors do not do your justice sir."Eddie laughed "You are much bigger than I thought."

Eddie spit in his hand and began to pump Steve's dick.

"You're allowed to moan."Eddie reminded "Its just us out here."

Steve was letting out breathy moans.

"Nancy not doing you justice in the bedroom?"Eddie pondered

"Shut up."Steve ordered

Eddie pumped Steve faster and Steve was becoming a moaning mess. Steve could not believe himself, becoming an unraveled mess for Eddie Munson. The biggest freak of Hawkins High. Soon Steve exploded all over Eddie's hand.

"God damn pretty boy." Eddie chuckled "You're hot as fuck."

Eddie wiped his hand on his handkerchief.

"You still want that weed?"Eddie wondered

Steve nodded,putting his pants back on.

"Blow me then."Eddie demanded "And it's all yours."

Steve gave Eddie a look of horror.

"I...I don't....I can't."Steve stuttered

Eddie cupped the side of Steve's face.

"I have a sneaking feeling you've done this before."Eddie admitted

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat.

Steve slowly got to his knees and Eddie removed his pants and boxers. Eddie wasn't as big as Steve but he was big. Steve slowly licked up Eddie's shaft and Eddie groaned.

"Good boy."Eddie smiled

Steve slowly took Eddie's length in his mouth and slowly swirled his tongue around Eddie's shaft. He began to bob his head and Eddie was turning to putty letting out deep moans.

"Fuck Harrington."Eddie groaned "I knew you've done this before."

Steve massaged Eddie's balls as he bobbed his head back and forth.

"Shit, shit, shit!"Eddie cussed

Eddie came down Steve's throat and Steve swallowed it.

"Dirty boy."Eddie teased as he got dressed "Not that I'm complaining."

"You can't tell anyone."Steve reminded

"You're closeted life is safe with me."Eddie smirked, giving Steve a wink "We will definitely be doing this again, but somewhere a little more comfortable."

{Sorry this isn't a lot of smut, didn't have a ton of motivation}

[chainofclovers]

Ted Lasso 2x9 thoughts

It’s no secret that I absolutely adore Coach Beard; he’s one of my favorite characters on the show, and he’s so well-written and well-acted that somehow I tend to be both perfectly satisfied with the details we see and truly curious to understand more about the way he thinks, what’s really happening re: his professional and personal devotion to Ted, where he comes from and where he’s going. I don’t need to know his name beyond the name he wants to be called, but I want to know why we don’t have any other names for him. And I don’t need him to be a bigger focal point of every episode, but I very much needed this episode’s world-exploding reminder that every single character on this show has a rich inner life, full of joys and troubles.

“Beard After Hours” is like a movie, but one that scatters its climaxes and puts off its resolutions...because it’s not a movie. It’s episode nine of a twelve-episode season of TV. When the episode ended, I felt this almost frantic “But he needed to break up with Jane for good before the end of the episode!” feeling. I was so pulled in by the idea of being able to tell an entire story in one night, of going on an odyssey alongside a complicated hero, that watching Beard and Jane find each other in that club felt as intense as the fact that we don’t know if Ted responded to Rebecca’s voicemail and we don’t know what’s going to happen with Rebecca and Sam and we don’t know who isn’t getting married and who is having a funeral in 2x10 (I mean, I have my strong suspicions, but still!) and we don’t know if Richmond will be promoted back to the Premier League. And on and on. I didn’t mind feeling desperate for the story to resolve even though I understood after thinking about it for ten seconds that of course it couldn’t resolve yet. Or ever. Or yet.

I’m a big fan of the TL episode recaps/reviews Linda Holmes writes for NPR, and I have to quote something from this week’s directly because it so perfectly explains my feelings:

The power of the scene where Beard dances in the club isn't that it's a beautiful romantic climax. It's that it's an explanation of why he cannot seem to extricate himself from this bad relationship. What makes the worst relationships so dangerous is that they have elements that feel good that are very hard to get elsewhere. Beard knows that; he tells it to God. What's concerning isn't that Jane makes the world seem more interesting; what's concerning is she's the only thing that does. That doesn't take away from the joy of the dancing; it just tells you that even happiness is complicated.

I love Holmes’ perspective here so much, because it articulates something I was struggling to figure out: how it can feel so legitimate, like such a (temporary but nonetheless powerful) relief, for Beard to find Jane in that club and to have this moment of euphoria as his night nears an end. How it is possible to experience that relief on behalf of a character while fervently wishing it could end differently, because it’s so clear from the abusive text messages and the toxic calls and the manipulative interactions that Jane is terrible to him and they’re terrible for each other. But Beard knows this. He knows it when he hugs Higgins in the parking lot after Higgins is honest with him in a way Ted and Rebecca and Keeley have not learned how to be, and he knows it when part of his prayer includes the clear articulation that Jane isn’t the cure for what “ails me.” He’s inching closer to greater self-knowledge just as Ted is.

And the two big resolutions that really, really needed to happen did. I didn’t know I needed Paul, Baz, and Jeremy to get to wrap up their own night out on the pitch at Nelson Road, but I did. It brought actual tears to my eyes. And the other resolution was Beard showing up with the other coaches’ coffees for their meeting to watch the game film. As interesting as it would have been to see what Ted would have done if Beard hadn’t shown up, I’m so, so glad that he did. He’s got a messed-up face and some truly epic pants on, but otherwise this is just Beard showing up for work, showing up for his friends. It was incredible to realize that Beard and Ted haven’t been exaggerating when they’ve referred to his sex-and-drug proclivities in the past. The night documented in 2x9 might have been particularly scary and violent and euphoric and awful and meaningful, but this type of all-night adventure isn’t a foreign concept for this guy. In all the other episodes of this show, when we see Beard we’re seeing someone who might have been out all night, who might have spent the hours the sun was down desperately pushing himself closer to whatever edges he could find.

I don’t really want to touch upon all the allusions in this episode. They are abundant, they are well-documented, and also I haven’t even seen the movie After Hours. I enjoyed this episode for its allusive qualities and I enjoyed this episode for what it was and I feel like I have to be at peace with the fact that I’m never going to pick up on every single reference on this show and that is okay.

So, yeah, if this entry on my tumblr dot com blog seems remarkably devoid of references and allusions, it’s not because I’m not into it but because I find it too overwhelming to actually write about.

Very into the Misplaced and Discovered box at the Crown and Anchor. (That’s what Mae wrote on the Lost and Found box at the pub, right? Whatever it is, it’s so funny.)

Beard hallucinating Thierry Henry and Gary Lineker was truly upsetting and a great indicator not only of how broken things are between the Richmond coaching staff right now but also how deep Beard’s self-loathing might go. If you’d asked me before Thursday if I thought Beard loathed himself, I would say no. That deepening of knowledge alone makes 2x9 worth it.

James Tartt and his friends in the alley. Such a nightmare. I go back and forth on how much of the night was real, and part of me has decided all of it is, short of the images of Henry and Lineker. (And even that is real to the extent that it was a way of articulating what was in Beard’s head.) But watching Beard in physical danger brought on by the same abuser who had him so upset in the first place. It was a lot.

I’m so excited that Paul and Jeremy and Baz got some spotlight this episode. It was so wonderful to see them out of the pub. I love that they ended up telling the Oxford snots who they really were. They got to see Beard going to bat for them and smoothing over the situation socially, and that actually made it more possible for them to end up being truthful about themselves. Because they have nothing to be ashamed of, and they deserved the magic of that night. (And for it to end on Nelson Road. Every feeling. Oof.)

I feel like I barely have anything to say about the trouser-mending lady or the many places Beard goes or his key-dropping or the nightmarish feeling of wanting to be home and being unable to be home. It all happened and we all watched it and again, it was a lot. But I do feel incredibly moved and fascinated by the fact that Beard very obviously still hasn’t been home when he brings in the coffee. He’s had to sleep at the club for Jane- and key-related reasons in the past, and this time it’s not that he’s slept there but it still feels like a kind of homecoming he was robbed of for the entire night. Ted and Roy and Nate are there. He’s gotten their coffee orders correct. Ted is growing and evolving (he wants to learn from what’s happened, he’s insisting upon it even when the others resist) but he’s done a really perfect (almost romantic in its loveliness) thing by presumably spending his evening following a breakdown of his own speeding up the game film to 10x speed and adding Benny Hill. Ted is not OK and Beard is not OK and Nate is not OK and Roy is pretty OK but could very easily be not OK because he’s just joined a coaching staff with a whole lot of not OK. But they all showed up.

I am very into the realism of the lights being off in the club other than the coaches’ office (@talldecafcappuccino pointed this out!), and the way we’re seeing their desks from a different angle because this episode is unfocused on Ted. It really added to the mindset of being hungover and exhausted and unable to go home or even to know exactly what home should be; even this warm, familiar place feels off even as it’s a relief to be back there.

I am excited to return to our regularly scheduled programming with the full cast of characters, but I really adored this episode for what it taught us about Beard and what it illuminated about the humor, pain, and complexity of each person who inhabits this universe. Beard may not be loud about his long-standing beliefs or about the things he’s learned, but there’s a lot happening in there and I appreciated getting to spend 43 minutes with him and (in the case of the ticket he scrawls on a piece of paper so the pub guys can get into Nelson Road) the moments he sets in motion.

[insanepoll]

HEHEHEHEHEHE

Blaseball Characters part 3!

Lōotcrates: Makes magical equipment for players, makes clones of players, probably a god??? Definitely a lame-ass librarian/affectionate, technically a sentient pile of boxes but also technically the physical embodiment of the Vault where stored players and items go, their stadium canonically has Zero protection against the elements despite being inside of the supposed safety vault and also canonically has a mega fuckton of birds and salmon for some reason. Technically the narrator of blaseball, which gets them into fights with SIBR (Society of Internet Blaseball Research) on the classical historian issue of "accuracy vs. storytelling". Definitely fucked off to the Vault when the sun blew up. Most people hate them but I am very attached to this freak.

Chorby Short: Argentinian magical girl and herpetologist that can turn into a frog, they once batted for literal hours due to their blood type keeping them in by hitting foul balls (112 in total) against a crazy good pitcher. Got redacted after getting hit with a pitch from York Silk before re-emerging a season later. Went back and forth between the New York Millenials and the Boston Flowers for a while. got traded rapidly between four teams before landing in Breckenridge. Became a theatre kid on the Breckenridge Jazz Hands. Also, they're queer and have been on 9 active teams. The Garages have a song about them, and as of falling out of the black hole, they're on the Core Mechanics now! They could kill a god by themself, I think.

Nagomi McDaniel: technically the child of dead people (Japanese mom that grew up in Hawai'i and a Scottish dad) , she started off in Hades before going to Hawai'i, growing up there, becoming an ASL interpreter (she's selectively mute), and eventually getting married to the mother of another player named York Silk, whom Nagomi taught the basics of blaseball to. Nagomi played for Hades for one season before getting pulled to the Fridays. She was transferred to the Baltimore Crabs after a while, became carcinized (took on some aspects of a crab), and got her head chopped off and regenerated as a gift from a technically dead crab god (that all of Baltimore had a part in technically killing) named Deborah. Was the first player to steal every base. She had to deal with York getting trapped in a giant peanut shell and eventually getting controlled by a peanut god. She discovered her love for Japanese jazz on the Breckenridge Jazz Hands, and also took turns with Valentines Games hunting each other for sport. For Some Reason. Nagomi then got trapped in a giant peanut shell by the peanut god for being too popular for like three seasons and was yoinked back to Baltimore. Started siphoning blood from people for stat boosts pretty soon after being cracked out of the shell by birds. Was able to eat umpire flame instead of getting incinerated. She had to play against York while he was being controlled by the peanut god. Then her team ascended after 3 championship wins, and she was pulled back to the Fridays with no chance to say goodbye. All of her original teammates are either dead or on other teams at this point, including york, the kid she helped raise. She then got traded to the flowers, briefly got to reunite with her wife and York, and then started getting bit by sharks (called consumers) in an effort to protect other players. She got sent back to the Crabs AGAIN, got bit and lost the last of her soul, became redacted, and then exited the secret base (oh yeah blaseball has one of those) onto the Maimi Dalé's team. Then she got sent to the Mexico City Wild Wings before being pretty quickly Vaulted after that for being too popular or something. York got Vaulted soon after.

Note: there's a real explanation for why she and York got Vaulted, but it's complicated and has to do with star density, and if I get into that someone from SIBR is gonna explode on the spot from sheer stress.

the fact that there's a latine character tells me i was right to route for blaseball. also "the child of dead people" sounds metal af

[pynkhues]

[succession spoilers!! ] hi! you’re probably going to get a lot of asks but i just wanted to know what you thought of all the romangerri mess! i literally was wondering when all this was going to come to a boiling point and i screamed when roman sent that text. ik it will forever damage logans view of roman and specially after romans winning streak all season but im more worried for gerri. i think its very interesting that logan tells roman hes disgusting when logan is openly having and a affair w kerry w an even bigger age gap and power imbalance. ik gerri fully knew what she was getting into but it made me cringe more knowing she was trying to pump the brakes w roman for a while and it just exploded. Where do u think that leaves them? i personally think theres no turning back for them and i hope gerris role isnt completely sidetracked now that we’re seeing more of her! sorry for the essay!

Hi! Mess, anon!!!! M e s s !!!!!!!! I think the noise I made when Logan saw the dick pic could only have been heard by certain animals, haha.

This show loves burying grenades to blow up later, and I love that this one has imploded, but man, the impact. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting, but to see Gerri hit so badly as she was trying to pump the brakes on everything is a bigger blow than I was braced for.

It kind of hits even harder, because Roman's spent so much of this season actively eroding his relationships with his siblings to stay in Logan's good graces. In many ways, Gerri's his lifeline not just professionally, but personally (and I actually think him sending the dick pics and clinging to their connection as aggressively as he has been is likely in no small part due to that sibling estrangement – he's on his own right now, and he's desperately seeking connections with people in the broader family).

I'm not sure if they're past the point of no return – especially if Roman goes to bat for Gerri's job in the finale, which I suspect he will – but I do think Gerri's going to take a very big step back. Gosh, she told Roman in 3.04 that the reason she's where she is is because she hasn't let things get messy. This entire situation with Roman? It's really, really messy.

It's fascinating to me too how Logan responded. Both Brian Cox and J Smith Cameron have talked in interviews about Logan and Gerri having had a thing~ in the past, which I imagine is partially responsible for Logan's vitriolic reaction to the situation. It sort of makes sense to me too in the context of how Logan still thinks of his children as, well, children; and him calling Gerri a million years old when she's clearly younger than him (and he's boning Kerry, as you said!!) feels a part of that. For him, she was a contemporary he fucked around with a long time ago. I think for Logan, he feels his age in it, or rather, his age in Roman being a grown man, and as we all know very well, Logan doesn't like feeling his age, haha.

What all this means for the finale at this stage, I have no idea, but I don't think things are looking pretty for any of them.