#this is my all time favourite scene from any soap

[dudleyguildford]

you psycho! look what he's done!

[cutiecusp]

I wrote something today. Probably won't release the full thing, as its not my usual style, but I wanted to explore the option of a different situation for reader. So I will show you my favourite part.

Tw. Suicide attempt. Dark! Ghost. (More like terrifying some sense into reader) slightly Price relationship undertone. If PTSD and attempts trigger you, please do not read. MDNI.

Price flinched at your words, and his grip on you loosened slightly. He knew you were referencing the time you had been injured on a mission before, and he had failed to protect you from harm.

"This is different, alright?" he said, his voice strained. "We're not on a mission. This is about your well-being. And I swear, I won't let anything bad happen to you. Not this time."

You pull away from him, making your way back to the ledge.

Price's eyes widened in horror as he realized what you were doing.

"No, no, no. Stop!" he exclaimed, surging forward to grab you.

Gaz and Soap also moved swiftly, trying to reach you before you got too close to the edge.

It was Ghost who caught you, letting you fall over the edge, your body holding on to his arm.

"There! Feel good now?" He asks darkly.

Price, Soap, and Gaz watched in horror as Ghost held you over the edge. Fear and disbelief etched on their faces.

"What the hell are you doing, Ghost?!" Price yelled, his voice filled with anger and panic.

Your eyes lock with Ghosts. He understood that dark place.

"Want me to let go?"

Price's heart thundered in his chest as he heard Ghost's question. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he lunged forward.

"No! Damn it, don't you dare, Ghost!" he shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

"Look at the man behind me, Bunny. Your Captain. Still fighting for your life." He urges.

Your eyes flicker towards Price, and a pang of guilt and shame washed over you as you saw the fear and desperation in his eyes. His body was coiled tight, as if ready to throw himself forward and grab you. Gaz and Soap looked just as terrified, their hands clenching and unclenching in helplessness.

"You want me to drop you, I will. But you look at his face when you hit the ground. And don't you dare look away."

Your heart ached as you saw the pleading look in Price's eyes. His hands were still outstretched, silently begging you not to give up.

Gaz and Soap were both frozen, watching the unfolding scene with horror and heartbreak.

"I see your demons. I see them like my own." Ghost continues.

Ghost's commanding tone left no room for argument. His words pierced through the chaos in your mind. You knew what he meant. Giving in to your demons, succumbing to your suicidal thoughts, would be like giving them what they wanted. A victory over you.

You nod once.

Price's shoulders sagged in relief as he saw you nod to Ghost's words. His eyes were still fixed on you, his heart hammering in his chest. Gaz and Soap let out shaky breaths, their fear slowly giving way to hope.

Ghost grabs you by your jacket, pulling you over.

Price let out a shaky exhale as he watched Ghost pull you back over the ledge. Gaz and Soap also breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, all three of them stood frozen, their hearts still racing from the scare.

Price, unable to hold back any longer, strode forward and pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a protective shield.

"Never, ever do that again," he muttered into your hair, his voice shaking with fear and adrenaline. Gaz and Soap stood by, their expressions a mixture of relief and worry.

Meanwhile, Ghost watched the scene with a calm expression, his gaze never leaving you.

You had work ahead of you. He knew that. But he saw the way his Captain came undone at the thought of losing you and knew you'd be alright with him by your side.

.......

A/N this was a little drabble I worked on while I was supposed to be working. I'm not qualified enough to talk on PTSD. So I stay away from this and write fluffy, cute social media AUs. But something about Ghost stepping in and giving us a reality check, and Price desperate to save you had me thinking. Thank you for reading.

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Fixed With A Kiss

Part of the Tender Loving Care AU

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: Even with the claiming process officially over, the bond between you and Aleksander strengthens with every passing moment.

Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (fem receiving), blood, typical vampire themes, blood consumption, reader feeds on Aleksander, minor injury

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Quiet nights at home with Aleksander have become some of your favourite moments since you went through with the claiming process. His presence has become something you seek out almost every day in some capacity.

Whilst you spend a fair amount of time together at your flat, the peace and quiet of Aleksander’s home is a luxury you find yourself enjoying on a regular basis. Like this evening.

His eyes are fixed on the television in front of you in his living room, the shapes and colours of the TV show playing there reflected in his dark eyes as a small frown creases at his brows. He keeps looking down at the remote control, placed beside his thigh, close at hand, which hasn’t escaped your notice.

Most of the vampire related content you watch together has been vetted by Aleksander’s friend Zoya, whose recommendations have steered you clear of any graphic depictions of humans being turned or more vicious vampire attacks, which you know has been a joint effort between them both to ensure you avoid anything that might make you uncomfortable.

Judging by the way Aleksander’s hand is twitching beside the remote and the tense music building as one of the show’s protagonists ventures into an abandoned warehouse, you seem to be approaching a potentially upsetting scene.

“Would you close your eyes for a moment?” he asks.

There’s only a brief pause before you realise what he means to do and you close your eyes as he presses the mute button.

He breathes out a quiet sigh, humming a light tune as he observes whatever is playing on the screen. Bright flashes of light dance over your eyelids, though all you can hear is Aleksander’s heart beating its familiar rhythm, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet drag of his thumb circling over the button on the remote. So attuned to his presence, you don’t startle when he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, assuring you in a low murmur,

“You can open your eyes now, little one.”

As soon as your eyes are open, you loop your arms around Aleksander’s body, nestling your head against his chest and providing him with an appreciative squeeze. His cheek brushes against the crown of your head as he unmutes the television and begins to briefly summarise what plot point you missed.

Before meeting Aleksander it’s likely you would have berated yourself for being too sensitive whilst watching such a scene and his thoughtfulness has you swallowing down the lump of emotion gathering in your throat. He is more gentle with you than you have ever been with yourself.

Aleksander drapes an arm around you, smoothing his palm down the length of your spine, and you melt into him with a deep sigh of contentment, breathing in his scent as you attempt to dispel the negative thoughts at the edge of your mind. His touch helps to keep you grounded.

When you lift your head up to look at him, his eyes are already on you. The pad of his thumb traces lightly over your lower lip and the sensitive skin there tingles at his touch. The weight of his eyes on you makes your cheeks flush with warmth and you swallow hard at the scent of his blood flowing steadily through his body. The soft t-shirt he’s wearing means that his forearms are exposed to you and your gaze wanders down, admiring the path of veins beneath his skin.

“Go on,” he urges you quietly, nodding in encouragement.

His hands smell of the eucalyptus soap from his bathroom. Tentatively, you press a gentle kiss to the pad of each of his fingers, occasionally glancing up to watch his reaction. There’s a tenderness in his eyes as he watches you, his throat bobbing as he swallows slowly.

Despite his assurances that your fangs are thin enough to be painless for whoever you’re feeding on, there’s always a little apprehension when it comes to biting him somewhere new.

“Wrist or fingers?” you ask. He lifts his shoulder in a light shrug.

“Whichever you would prefer.”

Breathing out a soft huff of exasperation, you tilt your head at him. While you know he usually likes you to make the decisions to ensure you’re comfortable, sometimes it’s easier for Aleksander to make the decision. Especially when it’s something like this where you don’t mind either option, not to mention that you’re curious about what he wants.

“Aleksander, make a decision, please.”

A fond smile plays over his lips and he tilts his head aside as he considers your question. His attention lingers on your lips for a long moment, then he says quietly,

“Fingers, please.”

Aleksander is good at drawing blood from his fingers, using one of his fangs to scrape lightly over the skin there. He’s done it on several occasions to provide you with a small sample of his blood and you feel somewhat confident enough to try feeding from his fingers.

Slowly, you trace your fingertips over the grooves of his palm, feeling the tiny ridges of his fingerprints - a pattern solely unique to him. His hands aren’t completely smooth, there’s some calluses worn into his fingers in a few areas, though you’re certain the state of his hands have changed over the centuries.

Extending your fangs comes naturally now - more than it ever has. With infinite care, you drag the tip of one fang over the side of his finger, tracing along the length of his digit which leaves a thin red line in its wake. He breathes in sharply at the sting but shakes his head when you lift your brow questioningly in case he wants you to stop.

Red fills the line created by your teeth, flowing lightly from the shallow cut. Slowly, you begin to lap up the blood there, allowing it to bloom leisurely before the tip of your tongue follows the length of the cut. His eyes are darkened as your gaze meets his and a warm flush rushes over your cheeks.

The corner of his mouth quirks into a soft smirk that has the warmth on your face spreading down your neck. He tilts his head, eyeing the length of your throat intently which only makes you even more flustered knowing that he can both hear and see your heartbeat thrumming at the sensitive skin over your pulse point.

His blood is sticky, clinging to the grooves in the pad of his fingertips and the lines on his palm. The feeling of his blood lingering on your mouth makes you shiver and you lick your lips regularly to prevent it from drying there. Aleksander’s own tongue traces over his lower lip, his eyes focused on your mouth.

Since the cut is only shallow, the intention of drawing blood from his finger isn’t to gain a substantial feed from him. His expression softens as you lace your fingers with his, excluding the bleeding one, and slowly suckle on the blood.

The taste is as rich as always and there’s a small tang of salt from his skin as you trace your tongue over the cut. As you concentrate on drinking, your eyes flutter closed. Mildly concerned at the thought of his blood getting smeared over the fabric of his sofa, you take his finger into your mouth and begin sucking gently.

The weight of Aleksander’s gaze on your face prompts you to open your eyes and meet his stare directly. The smile he gives you is just as tender as always but there’s a dark glimmer in his eyes that tells you he likes seeing you feed from him just as much as you enjoy doing it.

As the bleeding slows down, you go back to tracing your tongue over the length of the wound. The time between each lick lengthens considerably until you’re able to withdraw from him slightly.

When you let go of Aleksander’s hand he doesn’t retract it instantly. Instead, he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, letting his fingers drop so that he can hook them gently beneath your jaw. He tilts your head up, his eyes scouring yours intently and for a moment you can barely breathe.

He leans in, kissing you softly at first. It’s only once you begin to respond, grasping tentatively onto his shirt to move closer against him, that he puts a little more force into his movements, cupping the back of your head.

Every vampire feels a niggling wrongness at the taste of their own blood and there’s a small crease at the tip of Aleksander’s nose at the taste of his blood lingering on your lips. Nevertheless, he continues kissing you, his mouth working slowly against yours without any hesitation. He holds your head in place, fingers squeezing gently at the nape of your neck and a shiver rolls down your spine.

He rests his forehead against yours as your heartbeat settles, your gaze fixed on his lips - a beautiful kiss flushed pink. After loosening his hold on you, he lowers his hands into his lap, his knees knocking against yours affectionately. Instantly, you clasp onto his hands with your own, smiling softly at him.

Leaning forward, you press a tender kiss to his cheek and his smile widens into something dazzling that has your stomach flipping. The room darkens as the credits of the show begin to roll over the screen.

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The sound of Aleksander’s front door closing is the first indication of his presence, which has you moving away from the mirror in his living room. The sound of his footsteps heading down the hallway has you stopping in the kitchen to pull on your shoes, using the countertop to keep your balance.

Aleksander’s keys drop heavily onto the side table in his hallway and you lift your head to look at him properly. He’s standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Lift your skirt up,” he says.

Frowning, you glance over at him briefly in confusion before focusing down at your skirt to adjust the position of the waistband on your body.

“Like this?” you ask, searching his expression questioningly. The skirt in question is a new favourite of yours, a deep red fabric that hangs perfectly mid thigh.

He shakes his head, eyes darkening further as he steps towards you in a few smooth strides. Then he drops down onto his knees, lifting the fabric of your skirt so that he can press his lips against your thighs in a flurry of kisses that make you squirm.

His sudden attention catches you off balance, a tiny noise of surprise catching in the back of your throat. Your fingers curl around the edge of the kitchen countertop, squeezing the marble tightly as a blush burns through your body.

“This skirt,” he remarks in a low tone, and his voice trails off distractedly as he continues to mouth over your skin.

“You like it?” you ask breathlessly.

Something that sounds like a disbelieving laugh escapes his lips before he remarks,

“Like it?”

His blunt teeth graze gently over the curve of your thigh and you can feel your pulse thrumming throughout your entire body, a dizzying rhythm that has you shifting your weight.

Aleksander’s kisses move hungrily over your skin and you gasp at the sensation. His facial hair scrapes gently over your inner thighs, the subtle coarseness there leaving a delightful tingle in its wake. He breathes out a pleased sound, smiling up at you, and your stomach flips as your eyes meet. Then he doubles his efforts to kiss every inch of your bare thighs.

“Your heart rate is rather elevated,” he muses quietly between kisses. Whatever retort you were thinking of fades on the tip of your tongue as his nose brushes against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh much higher than before.

He curls his hand around your wrist, guiding your hand over your skirt to encourage you to grasp at the material, holding it in place for him to settle his palms on the space above your knees. When his teeth graze lightly over your skin once again, you attempt to squirm but he holds you firmly in place.

As your grip tightens on both your skirt and the countertop, you fear you might rip the fabric, which would no doubt disappoint both yourself and Aleksander given how much you both seem to like it. His nose brushes over the waistband of your panties, his tongue tracing the crease between your thigh and your hip.

There’s a peculiar crunching sound, at the edge of your awareness, though you don’t pay much attention to it. Aleksander notices before you do, lifting his head up to look at your hand which is still gripping the countertop. Then you feel the sting of pain and smell the scent of blood blooming from where the broken marble has bitten into your skin.

“Oh,” you remark quietly, staring down incredulously at the red smeared over your open palm. Have you just broken his countertop? “That happened.”

Aleksander stands immediately, taking hold of your hips to slide you over to the left towards the sink. He hooks his hands beneath the crook of your knees, lifting you up onto the countertop. His touch is delicate as he holds your wounded hand, guiding it under the tap as he turns on the water.

A soft smile curls at your lips as you observe the drastic shift in his expression, from hungrily mouthing at your thighs to tending a little injury. His motions are protective, one hand focusing on cleaning your blood away whilst the other rubs soothing circles over your knee as if he’s attempting to distract you - either from the pain or the blood itself.

“How did I do that?” you ask quietly.

Aleksander glances up at you, dark eyes scouring over your features.

“When a vampire is well fed, we can sometimes access the supernatural strength that humans often believe we possess.”

That has never happened before, although feeding on blood regularly is a habit you’ve never been able to stick to.

“So, it’s a good thing?”

He kisses your cheek.

“Yes. It is.”

Warmth prickles over your face, creeping down your neck as embarrassment settles in your stomach and you glance down at the snapped edge of marble.

“I’m sorry about your countertop.”

He shakes his head, dismissing your concerns as he takes your chin between his fingers to guide your eyes back to his.

“Accidents happen.”

Amusement glimmers in his gaze and you suspect he is secretly quite pleased that he has had such an effect on you. He smiles, bringing your wounded hand up to his lips so that he can kiss the small scrape and you try not to squirm at such a tiny gesture.

“Would you like a plaster?” he asks.

“It’ll heal in a few minutes,” you say dismissively.

“That’s not what I asked you.”

Your cheeks heat with a flustered warmth once again, then you nod shyly.

“Okay.”

He leans over to open up a cupboard, crouching to retrieve a small box filled with a variety of different plasters of all shapes and sizes. As he rummages through the contents to find the right one for your hand, you pick up a stray plaster decorated in a floral pattern, twirling it between your fingers.

“Why do you have all these?”

Vampires heal quickly; plasters aren’t something you’ve ever considered buying for yourself.

“Nina and Matthias have a hellhound puppy that I like to babysit sometimes.” He breathes out a soft laugh, a fond expression filling his features. “When he was going through the teething stage, Zoya barely went a week without wanting a plaster to incite some sympathy from me.”

He holds out a selection of plasters, all the same size and shape but with differing patterns.

“Take your pick,” he says with a small smile, which you mirror bashfully, looking down at your options. After a brief moment of consideration, you point down at a pink plaster adorned in tiny red hearts.

Aleksander nods in approval, tucking the others away before he peels the backing off your selected plaster. His brows draw together as he concentrates on placing the plaster perfectly over the scrape on your hand.

“There we go.”

He presses a gentle kiss to the plaster and the warm brush of his lips through the material has a delightful shiver running down your spine. Once he releases your hand, he skims his knuckles gently over your cheek, his eyes assessing your expression intently.

When your eyes flutter slightly and you lean into his touch, he cradles the side of your face with his hand, his thumb circling lightly against the space between your jaw and your ear.

“Would you like to continue where we were heading?” he asks in a low voice.

Pleasure swirls in your stomach, eager to feel his hands and mouth on your body once again, though the turn taken in the last few minutes is weighing on your mind.

Sinking your hands into his hair would give you some stability and avoid a repeat of what had happened to the countertop, but the thought of unintentionally accessing your unused strength has you hesitating. Nervously, you run the pad of your thumb over the edge of the plaster on your palm.

“I won’t accidentally hurt you, will I?”

He shakes his head.

“No, you won’t.”

You frown, narrowing your eyes at his casually confident tone.

“But how do you know?”

His hips press flush against yours as he drops a kiss onto your cheek. He lowers his lips to trace over your jawline, mouthing lazily along the length of your neck.

“I just do.”

He continues his kisses, thoroughly distracting you, and a heated blush spreads over your cheeks. Warmth rushes down your body once again, pooling in your stomach and a blissful feeling runs beneath your skin, filling your head with a haze that you want to lean into.

“So, would you like to continue?” he asks smoothly. You nod eagerly but once again he waits for you to find your voice. Warmth spreads over your cheeks as your eyes lock and you say quietly,

“Yes, please.”

He kisses the tip of your nose and a smile blooms over your face which he mirrors instantly. His nose brushes gently against yours as he leans in, kissing you softly. His lips move slowly, matching your own movements as you kiss him back.

When you grasp onto the front of his shirt, urging him closer, he tilts his head, furthering the kiss as he presses himself between your parted thighs. Your hands scramble over the fabric covering his chest and shoulders, your nails digging into the material. He breathes out a soft laugh against your lips, clearly amused by your enthusiasm.

you shift your hips forward, over the marble countertop towards him, though his hands on your waist quickly stop you in your tracks and you frown at him. He presses a kiss to the crease between your brows.

“Let me take care of you.”

A blush burns over your cheeks at his heady gaze, now fixed on where your skirt has been bunched up over your hips. Nerves begin to bloom in your stomach as you begin to suspect what he means.

“On your kitchen countertop?” you ask incredulously, raising a brow at him. His smile is almost boyish, white teeth flashing as he looks up at you with a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes. As your gaze lowers, your thighs shift nervously.

“I haven’t… No one’s ever…”

He nods, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. His voice is low and gentle as he prompts some elaboration from you.

“Never?”

You shake your head.

“It wasn’t proper when I was human. After I turned, I never felt comfortable enough. With a vampire I was scared of getting hurt again, and with a human I was scared of hurting them.”

He runs a slow circle over your kneecap with the pad of his thumb, brows drawn together as he processes your admission.

“If you don’t want this-” he begins.

“I do,” you insist earnestly, your gaze lowering to his parted lips. “I really do.”

“I can go gently - if you’d like that?”

His lashes flutter as his eyelids close in a few slow blinks, his lips lingering delicately on your thigh - the barest hint of a kiss - and your body aches for more. You shake your head.

“I want you, Aleksander. Please.”

He hums in acknowledgement, his eyes no longer fixed on your face, and your insides squeeze when you realise he’s staring at your underwear, on display due to the bunched up state of your skirt.

The thought of Aleksander being able to smell your arousal lurks in the back of your mind and the urge to close your legs seizes you. He seems to anticipate such a move, his palms settling over each of your thighs to prevent it.

“Do you trust me?” he asks softly.

“You know I do.”

He nods, determination settling into his eyes as he reaches for the waistband of your underwear. The breath that leaves you is a little shaky, though you can’t tell whether the cause is nerves or anticipation. His hands drop back onto your knees, curled into light fists to keep his fingers from grasping at you.

“Relax, little one. I have you.”

Some of the tension slips from your spine at his words. His mouth returns to your thighs, resuming his earlier task of tracing over the sensitive skin there though he now seems to have a particular destination on his mind.

His nose nudges purposefully against the fabric of your underwear and your responding squirm is involuntary. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs gently in reassurance before his hands smooth back upwards once again towards the fabric at your hips. His words are murmured against the material there.

“You’re sure?”

Even though he can’t see it, you nod.

“Yes.”

He peels your underwear down smoothly, hooking a hand under each of your thighs individually to move the fabric away from the curve of your backside. Your hand sinks into his hair, grasping at the strands for some sense of stability and a low noise hums in his throat. Then he leans in between your thighs.

He starts slowly at first, gauging your reaction to the tentative strokes of his tongue. The sensation has your stomach flipping and your grip on him tightens as you gasp, which seems to encourage him to push himself closer. He increases his speed, lapping eagerly, and his enthusiasm has your hips jerking towards his mouth.

The movement of his lips is as unrelenting as his kisses often are - the kind that drives the air from your lungs.

Despite the pleasure thrumming through your body, the knowledge that you’re sitting perched on his kitchen countertop lingers in the back of your mind. Self consciousness itches down your spine, buzzing through your thoughts.

Without lifting his head, Aleksander reaches for your hand - the one not in his hair - entwining his fingers with yours. The knot in your chest loosens somewhat with his comfort and you gasp shakily at the next swipe of his tongue. A broken moan startles itself from your throat and heat burns over your cheeks at the sound.

Pleasure winds itself tighter in your stomach, prickling delightfully over your skin. Your thoughts are melting into a puddle of sensation, fuelled by the movement of Aleksander’s lips. His facial hair grazes over the apex of your thighs and light scrape has tingles spreading across your skin.

A faint whisper of his name falls from your lips, though you doubt he can hear you. Aleksander seems to be losing himself in the act just as much as you are, judging by the low moans reverberating in the back of his throat.

Your grip on him tightens further, fisting his hair and squeezing his fingers as a warm, blissful feeling swoops through your stomach, plummeting downwards. A fine gloss of sweat clings to your skin as the heat thrumming through your body nears its peak.

Aleksander suckles on your swollen bundle of nerves, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. A small cry escapes from the back of your throat and your body arches into his mouth. You gasp his name over and over as pleasure tightens your muscles, dragging your body to a dizzying climax. Heat burns almost painfully over your cheeks at the sensation of your release dripping from you, smearing over Aleksander’s face.

Your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath. A soft haze has overtaken your mind, clouding your thoughts. There’s a minute ache in your fingers, flexing them a little as you loosen your hold on Aleksander’s hair.

He tilts his head aside, looking up at you with a small smile as you begin to thread your fingers through the strands of hair, admiring the faint shimmers of silver buried amongst his dark locks. His other hand is still clasping yours and he gives it a small squeeze of reassurance.

Satisfaction warms beneath your skin as he leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your thigh. He presses a tender kiss to the heated skin, smiling when you shiver. Then he stands, turning the water on over the sink and retrieving a cloth to clean himself.

A frown creases at your brows as you swing your legs, and you ask tentatively,

“But don’t you want more?”

He tilts his head towards you, eyes scouring over your face as he lathers soap over his hands. The scent of eucalyptus fills the air around you as he shakes his head.

“I told you, we go at your pace,” he insists softly. The gentle smile he gives you has warmth spreading through your chest. “Baby steps, that’s all.”

“Even with this?”

He nods, his expression earnest.

“Especially with this.”

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[ “I’ll show you where things are, and then you can shut up and put your head down. You work for me now.” His accent was sharp.

"I work for money, not for you." In which Amelia's already testing Monday morning is ruined even further by a certain irate man. The two automatically don't get along and soon become sick at the thought of each other. What happens when Amelia finds herself working for the enemy? ]

[aghostiewitdahoodie]

⟣ Synopsis: Troubling his thoughts like a plague, Simon decides to test the water- or is it your delusion?

⟣ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish

⟣ Warnings: Suggestive scene

⟣ This is my work, my writing. Do not steal or repost elsewhere.

When the mysterious friend of Johnny was introduced to your life, it has gotten interesting to say the least. Appearing in places where you usually go… “A mere coincidence.” You thought at first, until it became more of a surprise to not come across him.

Simon is his name. When he held your hand during meeting, it is as if you are made of glass, a ravishing porcelain opposed to his roughness and aggressive nature.

Except it did not end there, no. Johnny loves to bring you during celebrations, “You are part of the Task Force now, bonnie.” He uttered with pride and affection. It is expected of him to appear in those moments and it never made you feel unsettled until the very first of the many strange behaviour he manifested towards you.

It was a night after a successful operation when their captain decided to carouse at a nearby bar, inviting everyone at the base. Of course and as usual, your lover decided to pull you along. How unfortunate that your favourite dress shrunk during laundry day, nonetheless you chose to wear it over the dozen of gifts from Johnny, even if it means tugging it downwards repeatedly throughout the evening. He was the first to notice and you care about his concern yet he shut your worry down in an instant. “Do not worry, I can fight.” You could not be any more attracted to him.

You were just on time when you arrived at the bar, greeting the members of 141 with a pleasant and polite smile. Not one to drink, you stayed by Johnny’s side mostly however he informed you that you are free to roam around and dance, sensing your boredom while listening to tales about missions and whatnot.

Attentive to others’ fortuitous motions, you slowly made your way to the dance floor, the hands of yours clasping the hem of your dress. Relief and euphoria rush through you when you reached the centre, just below the disco ball. The music bewitching your body, making you sway in an almost illicit and risqué manner.

A sudden brush against your soft skin made you cease dancing, a gasp departed the lips of yours, surprised by the contact. You turned and find Simon standing in front of you, the infamous mask of his veiling emotions and identity. “Johnny allowed you to wear this?” The deep voice of his vibrated your organ of hearing, it never fails to. “Lieutenant.” You greeted him, your orbs examining your surrounding to search for who is responsible. Simon is the closest yet you fear of accusing him. “May I?” He sauntered towards you, a hand to grasp your dress, an excuse to touch your skin so he could pull your cover downwards. “Don’t want anyone looking at you seductively, love.” Tongue-tied you were, sensing how he consciously slowed his movements. “T-thank you, Lt.”

You attempted to brush it off yet you could not. Goosebumps arose on your skin as you ponder about the occurrence. Did Simon caress you? Perhaps not. Perhaps it was unintentionally. Perhaps you interpreted his polite doing wrongfully. He is your lover’s friend after all.

[lifenconcepts]

AN ABSOLUTE TON OF BARNACLES HEADCANONS !!!

Some more barnacles headcanons (I scraped the absolute hell out of my brain scraps to figure out some new ones tbh) HOPE YOU ENJOY !! @idiedtwicebitch

His shoes have special gripping features at the bottom so he can walk or even run on ice without worrying about falling (also doesn’t slip if he’s out with his bare paws out cuz his claws and fur help keep a steady grip).

Has broken a vase before and became incredibly guilty afterwards and so tends to be very careful around fragile objects, in his mind, he’s like a bull in a china shop.

Probably wears his boots to sleep as it brings him comfort and allows him to be up in the blink of an eye should a sudden alert sound.

Is quite a light sleeper and can be awoken by simply being in the same room as him.

Whenever he must make notes on some mission, he tends to mindlessly doodle his crew in the margins. Sometimes sketches the creatures he saw too.

Probably sees his bed as a sacred spot and doesn’t allow others to go on it but if someone like Peso come over in a worried state he lets them sit on his bed.

Is great at comforting others from nightmares or night terrors (as he has experience) and gives the best cuddles and advice for whoever wants to entrust him with such a vulnerable topic.

As a kid used to chew on graphite. It seems funny and like something he miiight do.

Is very intolerant to sour things and often makes a scene if his food or drink have even the tiniest amount of lemon or lime.

Is alright with spices but likely doesn’t really enjoy them.

Hides matches from Kwazii, just in case.

Sometimes likes to go up to trees after a mission/if free and just scratch his back against them, having been caught in the act a few times xD.

Can juggle and sometimes juggles rocks just to make sure he doesn’t forget the talent.

Taught the vegimals how to make paper from scratch and sometimes supplies the crew’s stash for drawing/crafts purposes.

Knows quick math but uses the grid method for any number equations over 1000.

His fur can get matted quite easily and so he spends time out of each day to carefully brush it out, avoiding any naturally occurring sticky substances such as tree sap or honey.

Keeps some medical supplies in a cookie tin under his bed so if he ever gets seriously hurt he can deal with his injuries himself. Doesn’t like to ask others for help or bother our already stressed Peso.

When he can’t sleep he sometimes looks out the window at the nocturnal sea creatures or at rare occasions goes out for a quick swim.

Likes the sound his claws make when scratching glass but doesn’t get the opportunity to do it all that much. Does always volunteer to dispose of unneeded glass for Tweak so he can have a little fun before it gets recycled.

Bianca gave him a rubber duck when he was a child and he doesn’t have the heart to throw it away or put somewhere to rot so he sometimes just takes a bath with a rubber ducky (I have no idea if they have a bathroom in their octohome but oh well. New head cannon: they have a bathroom with a toilet, bathtub, shower, sink, and a bunch of shelves for everyone’s stuff. Kwazii just has a 4 in 1 soap bottle, Dashi has a ton of different brands and variety of products, Tweak just has their personal shampoo and body wash, Shellington is insistent on having conditioner to keep his fur nice and soft, Peso just preens but at times uses just water to freshen up, and Barnacles tends to forget to restock his soap and shampoo so he tends to just borrow other people’s stuff secretly - but does make sure to always keep their preferred brands and items in fu stock.)

Has a magnifying glass he sometimes uses when on a solo mission, being inspired by a few of his favourite movie heros.

Forgets they have a fridge and often needs the vegimals to remind him to eat, yet as he’s in charge of most the supplies going in and out of the octopod, he keeps a list of everything they need and does a monthly check up to make sure everyone has their preferred meals and snacks- often forgetting his own favourites.

Has an irrational’ fear of long cables and nets after getting tangled in them when he was a young cub/on one of his solo adventures.

Has a small pocket on his jacket which he keeps a little notebook with a pen in at all times.

Sometimes insists others wear gloves when handling things but himself struggles to put them on for his paws are incredibly furry, and he refuses to cut the fur because he believes he looks more approachable and kind with big mittens for hands rather than others seeing his exposed claws and individual ‘fingers’.

Has a few signs he sometimes puts on his door to announce to others passing by if he wishes to not be disturbed or if he’s fine with being bothered.

Has a steady hand and despite being a bit uncomfortable, he isn’t afraid of needles and has had a few moments where he had to use one on himself to give himself some medication before.

He tends to squint from habit as when he was a cub the snow often reflected a lot of light and so to avoid going blind had to close his eyes almost completely.

Really enjoys the Antarctic nights which last for months.

After eating he always sneaks himself a few toothpicks to keep his teeth nice and clean.

Is probably one of the only ones who know how to use the octopod’s washing machine apart from tweak and inkling.

Doesn’t believe in much superstitions but loves to find good omens (same as Shellington (also head canon))

Makes himself a flowery perfume and wears it on inactive days so if he spends a lot of time in close proximity with the crew they won’t get scared from him, or atleast be comforted by the scent.

If/when he draws himself, he usually adds very cute and sweet eyes to his face and draws a heart or star around his head.

Is surprisingly good at making soup and has practice with cooking it for all the others, but usually lets the vegimals do most of it (when a day has been busy he sometimes finds himself wanting to make some food for others and even as the vegimals insist he should rest he sometimes makes personal meals for each of his crew friends).

Keeps fake flowers in his room so it feels like there’s some life and as he forgets to water real ones usually.

Is very serious when it comes to the almost monthly check on any medical machinery in the octopod and insists on changing anything out a few weeks before their expiration date.

Keeps a few jars of jam hidden away in his room that he and Biance make almost every year, as it helps them bond and is a tradition they had since they are little cubs. His favourite jam is probably blackcurrant, with cherry and raspberry being tied in second place.

Occasionally watches recordings of the crew on the monitor in his room, especially after a nightmare or if he’s feeling a bit down.

Had a bracelet from practically every single one of the crew and despite rarely wearing them (to not damage them) he holds them dear to him and keeps them on his bedside table. Dashi made him one out of string, Peso and Kwasii made him one out of beads, Shellington’s is from shells, and tweak gave him a rusty bolt from their first octopod. He loves each of their gifts.

Is quite sensitive to insults and often carries the weight of them long after they’ve passed.

At times helps Peso preen his feathers.

Carries around a hand fan almost everywhere he goes in case his head or paws get too warm.

His belt has an option of straightening into a stiff material and acts as a sword, part of the underside also sharpened just in case he needs to use it.

Can’t help himself around big red buttons (but who can? XD)

Offers a cup of tea or hot cocoa to anyone in his presence for longer than 2 minutes.

Has a safety pin on his jacket (iykyk)

Has a dream catcher above his bed.

Keeps a picture of each of the Octonauts in his bedside table.

worries about squishing others whenever he hugs them

Has a small statue of a white dove in his room.

Has made a plushie of himself with some of his fur inside it for Peso to help comfort him from any nightmares he may experience.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hi I love your posts so much, makes me feels like I'm actually in the scene lol! If it's okay I would like to make a bit angst/comfort request where Y/N is basically the little sister of 141, they are always in a big bro mood (Price has dad mood) even tho they know Y/N is capable of protecting herself but just one time Y/N gets drunk without boys weren't around and she got abused (physically or verbal you choose), how would boys would react when they found out and what would they do to comfort Y/N?

( My thought? They would ask to borrow some nuclear weapons from Laswell just for a "small revenge" )

(Also really sorry this ends up being a long request ☹️ )

Don’t be sorry there is nothing to be sorry about! Of course I can do this for you! :D

Ghost

He started to worry as he knew what time you were coming home and your curfew was four hours ago

Once you arrived back he was sat in the break room

You stumbled past the break room but before you could get to your room he stopped you

He spoke “what time do you call this?”

You replied “uh sorry”

He did t notice the state you were in and your voice seemed worried and shaken so he turned the light on

Seeing your injured self he grown angry not towards you but whoever hurt you

He spoke “what happened?”

You replied “long story..”

He gently helped you towards his room and told you to sit down in his desk chair

He left the room for a moment and came back it some medical stuff

He started to clean your wounds and you told him the story of how you got jumped by these three men because you didn’t want to go home with them and they were quite drunk so they didn’t like the answer no

He became furious but hid it from you as he wanted you to know that your safe

You were nice and clean so he handed you a shirt and he grabbed a pair of spare pair of shorts you left from a sleepover because you got scared of the thunder

You got dressed while he setter up the bed

He laid there till you were finished and told you to climb in

He told you “your safe now, I’ve got you”

You felt comfortable and safe now Ghost was there

The next day he went to Price and told him everything and they both searched for the people you had described the night before

After they searched for a bit but as soon as he was finished he stayed by your side the whole week

He would always be the older brother as they all were but he was definitely the over protective, kill any man that looks or talks to you the wrong way

When he’s with you for that week he’d do stuff you’d enjoy to make you happy and he’d watch tv or movies with you

Soap

When you were out he stayed in either his room or the break room

When it was getting dark and the time almost came for you to start heading back to base/home he started to get a little on edge

But he went to his room and stayed up till you were home so he knows your safe

It was past the time you said you were coming back so he started to panic

Once he heard the door to your room open since you two had rooms next to each other he jumped off his bed and went over to you

Seeing the door close he walked over and knocked

Once you opened the door he noticed you didn’t look like you had enjoyed your night and your body language wasn’t the same as usual

So he asked what was wrong so you pulled him into your room so I’m I one would wake up

You had told him that some girls kept verbally abusing you because they saw you talking to some men who were actually from base but they didn’t know that

He felt angry, he tried his best to hide it but no and again he’d mutter a curse word or two under his breath

He decided to stay in your room for the night so you felt safe and comfortable

When you woke up you didn’t see him so you thought he’d left during the night so you could have more room

But when you went into the break room you saw he had made you your favourite breakfast with one of your favourite drinks

You smiled and that made him smile knowing you were happier than last night

Gaz

He would text you every so often to see if you were ok and if you wanted to be picked up yet since it was late

You texted him the time you are coming home in about two hours

But two hours turned to three and a half

He started to worry but just to ease his mind he’d thought ‘she’d probably struggling to get a taxi’ or ‘she’s just probably had to walk so she wont be too long’ but he was still on edge

Once you came home he was sat on the sofa watching tv

Once he turned to look at you and give the ‘why are you late’ look he noticed you were out of breath and something liquid like fell on the floor so he rushed over thinking it was sick/vomit

When he turned the light on since he used the tv as light he noticed it wasn’t sick but it was blood

He started panicking but you told him you were fine and he obviously gave the ‘you being serious’ look followed with “what happened?”

You explained to him while he helped you to your room

He left the room like Ghost to grab some things such as medical supplies and some clothes

He said “right in the bathroom, y/n/n”

You went into the bathroom and he helped you wash your sore and bloodied body in a warm bath

After that it was visible where each cut and gash was so he tended to each wound

Once that was over he gave you one of his shirts and shorts and left the bathroom to give you some privacy

Then once you were finished you went into your room and saw he had made your bed and grabbed some snacks and he was laying there

He pulled out his phone and put on your favourite movie to calm you down

He would tell you how your going to be ok and how your safe

When you woke up you were about to leave the bed but he held onto you thinking you were falling out of the bed

After a while you both ended up on the sofa and binge watched movies for the day and night as Gaz told Price what happened. So Price ordered Gaz to say by your side and you two to have the day off

Price

He obviously like a dad sat in a chair until you were home

He was concerned since every so often he’d look at his watch and you were not home even thought you had told him you’d be home two hours ago

Once you were back at base/home he’d ask “where have you been?” Or “you alright? how come you are late?”

You were white and ignored his answer so he knew something was up

So he asked and you told him how some men where making you feel uncomfortable and kept verbally abusing you since they were drunk

He was annoyed that men can be so rude and disrespectful to women especially if they are out with friends

So he offered to make some tea to have a chat over and so you can tell him what exactly happened and most likely what they looked like so he would most likely look up the person and get himself and Ghost on a little trip to find these people and have a ‘chat’

He’d offer to put up a small transportable bed in his room (as a captain I’d believe his room is bigger?) if you say yes he’d do it for you but if not he’d make sure your comfy in your bed and bring you a water and maybe some medicine if you have a bad headache tomorrow morning

The next day he’d make you another tea or coffee and he’d sit with you and check up on you and then will probably show you the men’s profile to see if they were the right people

He’d have advice from Laswell. Of how to make you feel comfortable and what to do in these situation

hope you enjoy this!

Have a good day/night! :D

[drh3nryj3kyll]

OH YEAH ALSO HAVE THIS FIC WIP I STILL HAVE TO WRITE THE PART WHERE VAL COMES IN GOES "wtf vox" THEN THEY JS CUDDLE UHH it's also on ao3

Behind the Scenes (your favourite television man suffers from dysphoria)

Vox woke up to the uncomfortable, warm, wet sensation between his legs. Oh fuck. It was that time of the month. He groaned, digging his claws into the blanket. Why have menstruation in Hell if you can't even fucking reproduce? Well, he supposed this was Hell. It makes for more suffering, doesn't it? Fuck, he even tried to replace his lower parts since Vox was quite easily upgradable. Unfortunately, he'd wake up the next morning just to find it would revert back to what it was no matter how often he tried. Though, for some reason, that issue wasn't present when he got top surgery. Hell's rules sure are strange, but hey, at least Vox didn't have to suffer his past difficulty breathing from having to hide his chest all the time. Binding his chest with bandages did not do well for him at all. It’s been years and he still has breathing difficulties and back pain because of it.

The TV Overlord let out a sigh and sat up. There was a pool of blood where he sat on the bed. Gross. He'd have to change the sheets later. For now, he needed to change. Vox slid off the bed, nearly stumbling when he stood up. He walked to the drawer and . . . Fuck. He was out of pads. Another disgruntled sigh escaped his mouth. It was 4:19 on a weekend, so Velvette would be asleep, if Vox was lucky maybe she was staying up late doom-scrolling. He sent a text and waited, about a minute or two. Velvette hadn't replied yet so Vox figured he'd walk over to her room himself and grab some pads.

When he got to Velvette’s room, she indeed was scrolling on social media. Vox cleared his throat loudly, standing behind the other demon from the other side of the bed. “I sent you a text,” he said flatly.

Velvette didn't even bother to even look at Vox when she replied, “I put you on mute. You're always blowing up my phone about that Alastor weirdo.”

Vox rolled his eyes. He was about to sit on the edge of the bed, but then he realised that was a horrible fucking idea because his pants were drenched in blood, so he remained standing.

“Whatever,” the TV-headed demon grumbled. “I just need some pads. And unmute me. What if I have to tell you something important?”

Velvette scoffed. “If by ‘important–” She made air quotes with her fingers. “–you mean rambling about sharks or the Radio Demon. Fuck’s sake, it's like those are the only two aspects to you sometimes. Pads are in the drawer over there.”

The doll demon pointed to the other side of the bed which Vox stood at still not looking away from her phone. Velvette was annoying, but at least she was casual about the fact Vox was a man who had menstruation. Valentino could sometimes be a little . . . inappropriate, to say the least, with the fact Vox had a pussy whilst being a man. Vox sighed and grabbed a box of pads before retreating to his room.

He set the box on top of a drawer, which he had decorated with a few figurines of various sharks. He also kept his toiletries on that desk because he didn't like keeping them in the bathroom. It felt icky to him, keeping all the soap, toothpaste, shampoo, toothbrush, and everything else near the toilet. Vox grabbed a pad, a change of clothes and put them in the bathroom sink. He sat on the toilet, sighed, took off his pants and put on some new underwear to place his pad on. The TV demon paused for a moment as he looked down. Why couldn't he just have a dick like every other man? Sure, his lower parts looked a lot different from a typical cis woman’s now due to testosterone, but it still wasn't what any other normal guy would have, and he'd never be the same as other men because of it. He'd always have to put on an act to be as masculine as possible to overcompensate. Sure, he easily passed as a man, but still . . . It wasn't the same. He wasn't the same.

Vox pulled his underwear up and put on some pants. He took off his vest and shirt too so he could change into newer and cleaner ones. Vox often wore the same outfit. Velvette and Valentino didn't understand it but he excused it with “needing to be iconic for the public.” Despite being in an industry where change and innovation is a big thing, Vox liked predictability – needed predictability in his life. At least to some extent, in certain aspects like clothing, music, and a vague routine. It always gave him a sense of comfort and control.

The tech-headed demon let out another sigh and dumped his old clothes in the laundry basket. He quickly changed the sheets on his bed and threw himself onto it. Vox really, really wanted to tear at his chest with his claws or a cutter, knife, anything sharp, really, but ultimately, he resisted. He didn't want Valentino to comment on it the next time the two had sex or whatever, as tempting as it was to hurt himself.

Instead, Vox rolled over to the side of the bed and opened the drawer in the nightstand. He kept a few of his comfort items in there, like a shark-shaped fidget toy and other things he could fidget with. Vox preferred the harder, clickier fidget toys, but he did have one of those little necklaces you could chew on too, though he didn't use it often. He couldn't use most stress balls as his claws would usually tear them by accident. That was fine with him, though. The sound and feeling of clicking on something satisfied his mind (technically, he didn’t have an actual ‘brain’, considering the fact he had a television for a head) better. He'd always keep that drawer locked because he feared the other Vees would see it as childish that Vox seeked comfort in such items. They already saw his little shark obsession and the fact his whole room was covered almost almost completely in shark-themed items to be something rather foolish. Vox scooped up a few of his favourite fidget items from the drawer, as well as his shark plushies he kept on top of the nightstand, and put them alongside him on the bed to fidget with. That always helped him relax and get his mind off things.

Vox had nearly fallen asleep now. Nearly. Buuuut, then he heard the door open without warning, and he immediately sat up in a panic. “Who is it?” he called out, but he could already take a guess at who it was. Footsteps approached, and, of course, there stood the TV-headed Overlord’s business partner, Valentino. Vox quickly threw the blanket over his comfort items, but Valentino had most definitely already taken notice.

[such-a-barbarian]

✨weekly tag wednesday : super random edition✨

Big shoutout to @jrooc and all the others who continue to tag me in things despite me falling off the face of the planet. It’s much appreciated!

name: Kell

zodiac sign: a non-believing Aries

how many trips have you made around the sun? 30-some odd

what time is it where you are right now? 9:41pm

what is your favorite the candy you wish you were eating right now? I’m not a super big candy fan - I’d much prefer chocolate or baked goods for a sweet treat, but if I had to pick a favourite it would be Swedish Berries.

would you rather swim in a swimming pool or a natural body of water? Tough one. Pool, I guess cause I don’t do cold water super well, but if we are talking floating in a secluded lake after a long hike then I’d take body of water every time!

what’s the last thing you ate? My kids leftover grilled cheese and some peanut butter pretzels. Dinner of champions…

find the closest book, what’s the last two words on the last page of the last chapter? Moving forward. From “A Most Beautiful Thing” by Arshay Cooper. It the story of the 1st All-Black high school rowing team in the US.

what’s the last scene of shameless that you’ve watched? I have no idea. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched an actual scene that’s not a gif. Lol

what’s the next song you’re going to listen to? Whatever’s one the radio next time I turn it on?

what scent is your body soap? Whatever scent a bar of dove soap is.

what does your pillowcase look like? Beige.

when’s the last time you did laundry? Lol. I have a 4.5 year old and a potty training 2.5 year old so there is basically a load of laundry going at all times. 🤷🏻‍♀️

what’s the sky look like where you are right now? It’s nighttime, so dark…

go drink some water and put any emoji here to denote completion of this task: 💧

what was the name of your earliest childhood teacher that you can remember? I can’t tell you what I did last week, but I can tell you the name of every teacher I’ve ever had. Kindergarten was Mrs. Parker.

Summer has been wild so I’ve been MIA for awhile, so I’ll tag some folks I haven’t said hi to in awhile: @mybrainismelted @francesrose3 @ryantryinx @tanktopgallavich @transmickey @iansfreckles @heymrspatel @krysmiss @lupeloto @zutaralesbian @callivich @blue-disco-lights

[lazyrezi]

Tj klune books ranked by me based on pure vibes, re-read potential, angst to humor ratio and MY OBJECTIVELY CORRECT OPINION:

Tales of Verania - LISTEN! LISTEN!!! These books are insane and I don't even know if I mean it in a good way tbh. The characters are all on crack. It's both corny (HAH if you know you know) and raunchy. YES the humour is a bit out there and sometimes the sex scenes/jokes are almost too much for my virgin eyes. Are these books "good"? You're asking the wrong question! They're fun and you WILL have fun reading them!!! It's very self-aware, tongue in cheek also sometimes a little too cheesy for my liking.

Oh, also, there are lesbian and emo dragons and magic and monologuing villains and a prophecy because OF COURSE THERE IS. These books will not change your life, but they will make you laugh and maybe cringe and feel. I am thinking about rereading it for the vibes. 10/10 would recommend BUT ONLY if you can get silly with it!!! No doom and gloom!!! (Okay, maybe a little doom and gloom....)

Green creek - ANGST. WEREWOLVES. GAY POSSESIVE WEREWOLVES. FOUND FAMILY

(weird age gap relationships I'm so sorry I hate it too and I hate how easy it would have been to just not do that but oh well)

MORE ANGST.

It's been a minute since I have read these books but oh boy they had me in a chokehold for MONTHS. Full disclaimer I have not read the last book AND STILL I am fully confident in recommending these books.

Ngl there is more weird shit in these books than I care to list. IT DOESN'T MATTER. If the tales of verania characters are on crack then these ones are living in a straight up soap opera. People leave. They hold grudges. THEY HAVE AMNESIA? They have enemies as well. Buildings blow up, people die ohymgod the melodrama never ends and. That is. SO FUN. albeit a different kind of fun but still. Fun times all around. I have finished reading these books and immediately reread them which should tell you everything you need to know. 10000/10

The extraordinaries - imagine you're watching a movie where a scene is coming up that just gives you THE WORST second hand embarrassment - now imagine it isn't a scene in a movie, it's three books and it's every page of all three books. Just sheer unadulterated second hand embarrassment.

Now if you look inside yourself you might find that your feelings are misplaced. The main guy isn't embarrassed and neither should you be! Life is all about falling on your ass and making an idiot out of yourself in the process and it's okay! It's okay. At least that's what I kept telling myself while reading these books.

No, but in all seriousness. These books are good fun. The greatest thing about tj klune is that he will take ANY theme and make it gay. We have gay superheroes. Gay werewolves. Gay magical beings. Gay ghosts! I as someone who regularly wonders why the media I am consuming isn't more gay, am a fan. I want him to do it all. Gay cowboys! Gay astronauts! GIMME IT.

These books I will not reread because I fear I might just die from the second hand embarrassment. It's so bad. But! It's also good! Educational fun. Wholesome love. Some minimal melodrama. 7/10

Oookay. Time for the stand alone books!

The house in the cerulean sea - okay don't hate me but this ain't my favourite. It's everyone else's tho! So I'm sure there is something to it. I think this is what you think of first when you hear tj klune - everyone knows this one, everyone loves it. It's like the popular kid in school. I, as a stubborn contrarian cannot abide this.

Still there is a lot going for this one. It takes you on a journey in a way a book should. And I personally love old gays being in big gay love so I can't complain.

But I will nonetheless.

So the thing about this book is that it's very innocent. And there isn't much angst just a minor misunderstanding that is pretty much quickly resolved. The big confrontation at the end is also quickly squashed by *checks notes* people talking to each other? I mean. It's nice! I would like it to work like that irl. In stories however.... I like a little more angst and anguish personally. There are also a lot of kid characters in this one which is FINE tj klune is actually pretty good at writing kids realistically (even special magical kids) but it's just not for me. I say that but I will be buying the sequel next month so jokes on me. The whole book was just a little too on the nose for my liking but it's still a very cosy read. Also someone pointed this out but WHY is this book so British? None of his other books are set in Britain and this one is set in a magical world so what's up with that?

Despite all my complaints I have reread this book twice. I don't know either. 8/10

In the lives of puppets - first tj klune book I have ever read and seeing as I have since then read everything written by this man I think you know this one is a good one. IT'S SO GOOD. It has everything!! Robots. Found family (families always find each other in tj klune stories). Asexual main guy. ROAD TRIP. Wholesome fun and existential crises for the price of one! 9/10 docked a point only because I don't think I'll be rereading it again. Also the romance was a bit weird BUT! It did grow on me. Like mould.

Under the whispering door - you would think this one would be an easy 10/10. Doomed love story (also gay 'cause of course it's gay), lessons about redeeming yourself, coffee shop and ghosts and and. Honestly it's been a minute since I've read this one. But what I remember is the ending.

Call me pessimistic but I don't think love should bring you back from the dead SORRY. IMMA SAY IT. Main guy should have stayed dead! Think like "the love was there, it didn't save anyone but it was there" vibes. Expect! Here it did save someone! Ridiculous concept! I buy ghost dogs but I WILL draw the line at being brought back from the dead. (The dog isn't brought back in case you're wondering). And it's such a shame because I really like the themes about death and redeeming yourself and it has such good potential! Unfortunately it suffers a serious case of not-working-for-me. Listen can I explain to you why this book didn't hit the same as the rest? Noo. All I know is that I read this book and immediately forgot about it. And unlike the house in the cerulean sea it looks like so did everyone else. Seriously tho. Anyone a big fan of this one? 6/10.

[wernerherzogs]

Hi! I was wondering…what are your top 5 favourite buck/eddie canon moments?

too many to choose from!!! and i'm still 3 eps from being done with s7. but let's go with:

everyday/domestic buddie:

5. the entirety of 2x01, especially bobby locking eddie and buck in the medical van with buck going in as Annoyed&Ready To Be A Nuance&Horny Against His Will and then leaving afterwards like this: 😍💍👨‍❤️‍👨

4. buck getting carla to help eddie out (mutual introduction at abby's scene). girl you've only just met him and you're already doing everything you can to make his&his son's lives easier huh 😭 is this desperate housewives

3. eddie going to buck's right after the tsunami and leaving chris with him which was insane tbh. even if it wasn't buck's fault it would have been like. perfectly normal for eddie to be like slightly afraid or whatever, i think. but NO at that point they were both already too dicktimazed by each other without getting any actual dick to let a natural disaster stop them froim being ride or die 4 one another. cool i feel nothing

2. every moment where buck and eddie are hanging out and chris is there doing maths homework or something. special s/o to the "afraid of picking the wrong couch" dinner. buck had tried that lasagna recipe THREE (3) TIMES to get it perfect for his boys SHUT UP.

1. you think you're expendable!!! but you're wrong!!!!!!! eddie NEEDS buck and wants buck to start to care about his own LIFE and this is the only way he knows how to say it. oof FOREVER. wait how am i already at the fifth item this is hell i've barely scratched the surface...

Big Dramatic Moments buddie:

5. maybe let's go with their first (? i think) Big Teamwork moment, the rescue at that skyscraper which was ready to fall down. i just looove that they immediately started working so well together, having each other's backs on the job, helping each other out, keeping each other safe. they haven't looked back ONCE since and i get WEAK about it no matter if they're only hosing down a burning electric car together or descending off a cliff in sexy harnesses!!! MWAH.

4. DO MORE!!!!!!! yelled eddie diaz at the literal trained medical professionals who were about to try to save buck's life. damn okay zero pressure there. sir.

3. I COULDN'T EVEN CALL YOU TO BAIL ME OUT OF JAIL... IF THAT WAS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED. grocery store divorce bass BOOSTED forever

2. mark pellegrino using chris to threaten both eddie and buck and buck reacting FIRST. like they literally look like PARENTS in this scene they're MARRIED WITH A KID they're a UNIT what can i tell ya anon bud. you already know.

1. OBVIOUSLY. the shooting, specifically buck overcoming his fear&getting under the truck to save eddie and the "are you hurt?" moment. eddie diaz girl you were DYING!!!! what the fuck you were worried about BUCK for!!!!!!! and then he DOESN'T REMEMBER.

are we fucking joking i can't NOT mention:

3. technically this is cheating as i haven't seen this scene beyond gifs yet but. I'M HERE. WHAT CAN I DO. s7 buddie you'll always be famous despite all the Trials And Tribulations

2. chris calling buck to help calm eddie down during his breakdown. the quiet "what are you afraid of? 🥺". the whole aftermath of it with buck helping to fix eddie's literal house as a Subtle Soap Tv Metaphor. and i ate it all UP, baby!

1. BUCK GOING TO THE DIAZ HOUSE POST LIGHTNING FOR SOME PEACE AND QUIET. and then being vulnerable in front of eddie when he couldn't even bring himself to confide in MADDIE. you died, buck!!!! you're gonna feel a lot of different ways about that!!!!! tearing my hair out forever

[pfhwrittes]

Okay, follow up to Gaz and Ghost razzing Soap over comms and he can’t respond:

This time, it’s Gaz’s turn. Soap determines it’s payback time and Ghost goes along with it. (Because let’s face it, he would.)

Gemma I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this prompt out. My brain went off in a million different directions before finally settling on this one. It's not my best work but it did make me laugh, hopefully it makes you smile too! 459 words of silliness (again). Also, I'm sorry for the earworm. “Ohhhhhh an’ I would walk 500 miles an’ I would walk 500 hunner mair jus’ tae be. the. man. watin’ at yer doooooooooor!” 

Kyle feels his left eye twitch in response to Soap’s godawful crooning. It’s been hours of the same fucking line sung over and over with different inflections and Kyle is seriously contemplating finding Soap’s overwatch position and beating him into a bloody pulp if he has to be subjected to the Proclaimers for even another second. Op be fucking damned. 

“Johnny.” Ghost snaps down the comms, and Kyle feels his shoulders drop in relief. 

Finally.

“Those aren’t the words.”

Kyle grimaces.

Here we fucking go.

“What’re ye on about Lt., of course those are the words!” Soap sounds delighted that he finally got a response out of the stoic Manc, which, in Kyle’s opinion, is the completely incorrect response to have. 

“No.”

“How no?” Soap shoots back, not deterred by Ghost’s blunt reply. 

“English Mactavish.” Christ, Ghost sounds downright fond of the prick. Kyle fights back the urge to make a disgusted retching noise in response. 

“Sorry, sir.” A pause, then “g’wan then. Give us a tune.” 

“Not a chance, sergeant.” 

If it wouldn’t give away his position, Kyle would beat himself into unconsciousness. Listening to Soap butcher “I’m Gonna Be” is less painful than having to witness the way he flirts like a teenager with Ghost. 

There’s another brief silence before Soap starts humming again. 

Fucking hell. __

(Bonus scene I just couldn't scrap, even though it doesn't quite fit)

“Gentlemen. I expect you know why you’re here.” Kate’s voice is smooth and controlled, not a hint of emotion bleeding through. Her body language gives away just as much as her voice, that is to say, absolutely nothing. Beside her Price is the picture of barely tempered fury. In any other circumstances Kyle would quietly marvel at the way she holds court in the small conference room, would probably shoot her a friendly grin to reassert himself as her favourite troublemaker.

As it stands (at parade rest no less, wedged between the ever fidgeting Scottish menace on his right and the breadth of his Lieutenant on his other side), Kyle doesn’t dare to even move his eyes from the point he��s chosen on the wall behind Station Chief Laswell and Captain Price. 

The silence stretches on and Kyle notices the faint tink tink tink of the ancient steel radiator as it blasts wave after wave of scorching heat into the room before his ears catch the sound of slightly off-key humming coming from his left. 

There’s a brief moment of near silence before Soap’s composure crumbles, clutching at his stomach as he bursts into only slightly hysterical sounding giggles. 

In his periphery Kyle watches a vein throb on Price’s forehead.  Oh, they are all completely and utterly fucked.

[nightglider124]

Titans: Season 4 - Ep11 - Thoughts

I have finally watched the episode. My God, my day at work was agonizing; I looked at tumblr and saw gifs and posts and was like screaming cos I wanted to watch it.

Anyway, since I've just freshly finished watching it, I am gonna note down some thoughts!

So... I feel weirdly mixed on this episode? As an episode it was good but as the penultimate episode? Idk... I feel kinda meh about it? I don't wanna come across as negative and the rest of this will mostly be stuff I enjoyed since I actually did enjoy the majority of it and as an episode in itself, it was good but idk... the fact the finale is all that's left, I feel like it's gonna be rushed... or the actual action is gonna be over super quick etc and loose ends won't get tied up... and I hate to say it, but I am kinda now doubting what is in store for dk fans in the finale? I would have thought this episode would have had more than it did, I gotta say. Idk... I just felt I had to say that to begin with.

Sigh, Kory continues to be and will forever be my absolute favourite. Idgaf what haters say and shit, I love Anna as Kory. I really do. She might not be like some of the versions people know Kory from but I think she brings close qualities and if anything makes this version of Kory edgier. Like, I absolutely adore her. Starfire is my absolute favourite DC character. Always has been, always will. I basically support any and all versions of my baby girl since DC doesn't spotlight her as much as they should cos she's fucking amazing.

Kory's dreaming and shit has me nervous for her. Like, we all know by now some bad shit goes down and happens to Kory. I am so dreading it. I know that she's gonna be fine from BTS stuff but like... it's still gonna hurt like a motherfucker.

Mercy was an interesting addition this season, I gotta say. I like the actress a lot since her days on Coronation Street (UK soap opera) and honestly, seeing her get choke slammed by Kory had me grinning but I like in the end she is purely like fuck it, take the documents, whatevs. Gar was also hilarious in that scene like no we don't need them all but I'm taking them ehehehehe. XD

Was... Was I missing something with May?? Like I thought she was dead when he burnt her ass up last episode? I was really confused cos she was just walking about like that didn't happen. Did she die and come back or was she never dead?? What... was that bodybag scene in the last ep real? I thought it was a dream. It was weird. I mean she dead af now and I enjoyed her as Mother Mayhem; she really had the villain oomf. Sebastian is... lacking in comparison.

In addition to that, Sebastian had potential to be scary but honestly, he comes off as a whiney mamas boy like he is grating. XD

Conner... my boy, I am always so left and right with you. I'm glad he is actually team Titans but... idk something in me still isn't trusting his ass XD. Like, I thought the bit with him and Dick in the tunnel was him tricking Dick or something but seems legit. We'll agree to like Conner and trust him... for now. XD

So, I didn't mind the Jason and Tim scenes but fuck me, wrong time. Like, I'm sorry. It felt so badly placed. We are at the penultimate episode and we're now just getting some Tim training as Robin with Jason? Nah, I was annoyed. And, they spent so many scenes on it?? Like miss me with that bs. It felt unnecessary, imo.

Another sour note, I feel like we actually could have had a lot more Kory scenes considering the episode was called Project Starfire. Like, damn. I promise, that's my only really salty thing.

Now, ahem... the dickkory scene on the balcony was cute af. It really nicely reflected the scene in S1 at the motel. But, it was too shorttt! Their sweet scenes are just... always too short for my liking which is disappointing. I'm happy for all and any scenes but jeez.

Gar and Rachel talking about wanting a change and shit, I was like are y'all gonna leave the famjam?? Cos I will not be emotionally okay if that happens. I literally just saw a certain new hero film where this was also a thing like pls CAN YOU NOT. My heart can't.

Lmao, Dick in the chamber thing when they were powering the orb thing was hilarious. Like, boy done fucked up the whole plan bc of his own anxiety for his wife. It was cute and his concern was very obvious.

Also, side note, the bit where Dick, Rachel and Gar appear where Kory is with Mercy made me giggle. Like Dick was so huffy like 'Making new friends?' and it was unusual like in this series its a real rarity that Dick is annoyed at something Kory has done like he has let her get away with literal murder whilst batting eyelashes at her. So, it was like tehe. Ya know? I'm assuming others know what I mean.

ALSO. When in the chamber thing as they got to 98% and before Dick fucked it up, did you guys notice Kory's eyes? That tiny bit where it went a bit slower and her eyes like flickered from glowing to normal? Was that something up with her powers or am I imagining shit?

I think that's mostly my thoughts. I still don't know how to feel on the episode. It didn't blow me away and I feel like with penultimate episode, I should be? I got excited in like the very last minute where he blows the horn and Kory's like 'There's only one way to end this. My way.' like bitch is dead serious and I'm scared for my girl.

I'm hoping the finale is really good buuut... I have also seen screeners really hyping it up and I'm just not trusting it. So, I think I'm gonna try and go into the finale with as less an expectation as possible to avoid crushing disappointment. I'm not gonna have any theories or anything or scenes that I would ideally like bc I think that's how you get set up for disappointment.

I'm gonna enjoy the ride and just see where the finale takes us. Weird that this time next week, Titans will be over. Sad times. :(

One upside, I'm working til 3pm next week so I am gonna try my absolute HARDEST to avoid tumblr and just not look at the tags so I remain blissfully unaware of what happens. Even if it kills me.

Each week when I am at work and a new episode of Titans comes out, I literally refresh the dc titans and dickkory tag like a thousand times to get me through the day.

Anyways! Hope others liked this episode and see y'all for the finale!

[because-its-eurovision]

Congrats on 10 000 posts! 🎊 To celebrate, I have a question for you (sorry if you've already answered this): I was just wondering earlier today (while reading the Viisukuppila bulletin board out of boredom), based on the "clues" we have been given of next year's UMK contestants so far, do you happen to have any theories, hopes or sophisticated guesses on who might be participating? 👀

Thank you darling! ❤ My weak spot is that I don't really follow Finnish music scene and only have a vague idea which artists are popular 😅 But let's see what others have to say!

1. A talented artist’s first 90s-style dance song

The Finnish clue specifies that this is the debute song of the artist in question. Reminds me of Keira last year (success in The Voice of Finland and now releasing their first single). Timmy Tattari reached 3rd place in this year's TVoF and has a record deal with Capitol Finland (same as Keira) but hasn't released anything yet. He follows UMK, Cornelia Jakobs and Monika Linkyté on IG but that doesn't prove anything other that he watches Esc. Another candidate is Olga Heikkala, a singer and an actress who announced this month that she's leaving the soap opera Salatut Elämät after five years. No apparent UMK connections or label afaik, but is friends with KUUMAA boys and has performed on their music video.

2. A power song by a true vocal talent

Finnish fans are speculating about Diandra every year, but I have my doubts. Someone suggested Neea River, who rose to Tiktok fame covering Celine Dion. She is Warner’s artist, co-wrote a song for Blanka (Poland 2023), is friends with Benjamin and IG mutuals with Käärijä & Jesse.

3. Perhaps the best song of an indie favourite’s career

Stoned Statues just released their second album. Music magazine Soundi called them “the most promising young rock band of the moment” and Helsingin Sanomat “the new hope of Finnish heavy metal”. They had three Emma nominations and were awarded “upcoming artist of the year” in Indie Awards 2023. I also saw suggestions for Maustetytöt, but are they still considered indie?

4. Two big name performers doing a surprising duo with a serious refrain

The Finnish version of this hint suggests the refrain being “hard”, meaning catchy. Now we only have to find out which artists are considered “big names” 🙃 Abreu & Pihlaja did release a single together in August, although it must be mentioned that Abreu has previously stated that she’s not interested in Eurovision (although people can change their mind like Robin did). Fans are suggesting Sexmane, Isac Elliot and Costee to be the other half of the duo. I just hope we’re not getting the senior department who have no actual chance or desire to compete in Eurovision, like Danny/Tommi Läntinen 💀 Perhaps this is another Pandora & Teflon Brothers situation.

5. A thunderous rock anthem by a world-touring band

I saw rumours considering The 69 Eyes, but-- god please no. Their heydays are over. My own suggestion was Lost Society who could be the Blind Channel of this year. Shiraz Lane is also a possibility and they are from Ranka Kustannus as BC and Cyan Kicks were.

6. A seriously intense song from one of the most listened-to artists in Finland

The streets (X/Twitter) are saying that BESS is back and I wouldn’t mind it at all! Other suggestions are Gettomasa & Sexmane, the latter of which already had his brother Isaac Sene competing in UMK 2022. “Intense” can mean anything though. One possibility could be Bee who just released her first album and was selected as “breakthrough of the year” by YleX. Jodel rumours suggested Evelina, but I have no idea how reliable that is.

7. A hard-hitting club banger by a well-known artist making a comeback

Jenni Vartiainen just returned from a five-year hiatus, moved back to Finland and published a new single. I doubt she’d participate in UMK as a contestant though since she is one of the most successful Finnish female artists of all time and could easily sell out an arena. Perhaps she’ll be the host this year and in return gets to perform the interval number like Antti Tuisku, Paula Vesala & Samu Haber? I'm leaning more towards Tuuli, who was kind of a teen pop star and is now making a comeback with new label and new style of music. One of the nominees for YleX's breakthrough of the year, released her newest album in August.

Bubbling under: At Tapiola Festivaali Käärijä asked the audience how many of us voted for him in UMK, and said “the rest of you voted for Kuumaa and Portion Boys, right?? next year you’ll get Arttu Wiskari and that’s exactly what you deserve” 😌

[josefavomjaaga]

Napoleonic daily soap, episode 1

Scene: Paris. A small, rather shabby room. Napoleon writing a letter to his brother Joseph. Voiceover.

"You would not believe how women behave here. Deciding about every goddamn thing, all preposterous and stuff. Reading and writing and becoming educated and having an opinion on everything, even politics. About time somebody puts them in their place. Good thing Desirée is not like that. By the way, had an encounter with a prostitute, went okay-ish, I guess. Love, Napoleon."

Marmont's voice from the next room:

"Hey, Naps - Junot, Bourrienne and I are off to the Palais Royal, watching the wenches. You coming?"

Napoleon [takes a new sheet of paper]

"Give me ten more minutes. Gotta write to my fiancée."

[writes]

"Dearest Désirée, I received your letter. It's very sweet and all. But you really ought to try and become a little more sophisticated. More like the Eugénie I was fantasizing about in that story I never finished. Maybe read more? And have somebody check your spelling. Thinking about you often. Love, your sweetheart Napoleon."

[puts quill down, grabs his uniform coat]

"Okay, guys, I'm coming!"

CUT to the Clary livingroom in Marseille. Aura of somewhat old-fashioned wealth.

Desirée [puts Napoleon's letter down]

"I can't help it, Julie. Sometimes Napoleon seems a bit weird. And annoying. Actually, he sometimes comes across like an arsehole. Do you have similar problems with his brother Joseph?"

Julie [shrugs]

"Oh, not at all. Joseph is a selfish, cheating bastard who finds about every woman in France more attractive than me. But other than that, he's the perfect husband."

Their brother Etienne François Clary [enters the room, exclaims already on the doorstep]

"Except that Joseph like his brother is a pennyless nobody and lives off our money. Really Desirée, I'm not sure we should go through with your engagement to Napoleon. One Bonaparte in our family seems expensive enough."

Desirée [pretends to cry silently into her handkerchief]

Maid [curtsies on the doorstep]

"Your brother-in-law Monsieur Joseph Bonaparte, sir."

Everybody rises, smiling and cheering. Joseph enters, beaming, hugs Etienne, kisses Julie on the cheek.

Etienne:

"So, how is my favourite brother-in-law today? Any news from your brother in Paris?"

Joseph:

"Indeed. Napoleon has just written to me how much he misses his little Desirée, and how happy he is she's not like those horrible, arrogant women in Paris."

Desirée [beaming]:

"Oh, he's such a sweetheart!"

CUT to new scene: A public festivity somewhere in Paris. Music, dancing. Napoleon, Marmont and Junot [watch as Madame Tallien and Josephine, in almost transparent dresses, walk by without noticing them]

Junot [whistles]

Napoleon [stares]: 

“What the ...”

Bourrienne [returns with drinks for all four]

“What’s up with you guys?”

Napoleon:

“You can see the legs of some of these women up to their armpits.”

CUT to new scene: Next morning. Josephine's bedroom, Josephine sleeping soundly. Small room, furniture rather ramshackle. A clock shows the time: 11.50 AM

Euphemie [enters with a small, darkened silver tray]

"Yeyette, time to get your lazy ass out of bed."

Josephine [muffled sounds]

"Why?"

Euphemie [puts the tray on the nightstand]

"Because your children have written from boarding school. Both of them. When have you written to them last? Or visited? It's only an hour's trip, Yeyette."

Josephine [sits up all of a sudden, hastily reaches for the letters on the tray]

"Oh, my Hortense, my Eugène! Such sweet children, always thinking of their mother ... [reads] Listen to this, Mimi, Hortense writes that she's taking piano lessons. And Eugène needs more books and thinks that the roads are very fine and that the weather today would be perfect for a trip to their schools in Saint-Germain-en-Laye. [sniffles] Oh, they are so sweet, and I'm such a bad mother for not taking better care of them!" [starts crying]

Euphémie [after watching Josephine cry for some time]

"So, shall I get a carriage, do you want to visit?"

Josephine [puts the letters back on the nightstand]

"Heck, no. You know I have to help out at Barras' party tonight; Teresa will be totally out of her depth if I'm not with her. We'll visit some other day. But do bring me some paper and quill so I can write to Teresa and ask if she's already decided what she's going to wear tonight. We want to have matching outfits."

[piracytheorist]

fav greek movie and tv show?

So the thing about mainstream Greek media is that... they suck. There's very little effort put into them, and for the most part they try to satisfy a very conservative audience that doesn't know shit about acting, cinematography, directing, and you end up with bad films and shows that try their damnedest to look like something they can never reach. That's not to say there aren't good actors or directors, but the latter aren't given a chance in the mainstream scene and the former are usually "trapped" under bad directors and screenwriters.

And I'm not much of a film lover, so I don't think I've actually watched a Greek film that I can say it's good. But! I was lucky to have grown up at a time where some really good TV shows came out, where all the staff behind them were actually putting in effort and knowledge and weren't trying to be like mainstream American media. My favourite of those, I'd say, is "Είσαι το ταίρι μου" which translates to "You're my soulmate". If you've watched the film "While You Were Sleeping", the show has kind of a same idea (I mean, there's a scene where the dialogues are almost the same, lol), but more expanded.

Basically, it's about two Greek women who live in Melbourne and return to live in Greece. One of them, Vicky, wants to meet her fiancee's family (while the fiancee stays in Melbourne for business for a while), and the other, Stella, wants to try her luck and meanwhile meet a Greek guy she'd met on the internet. But circumstances and happenings lead to them switching places. Stella pretends to be Vicky and introduces herself as so to Vicky's future in-laws, and they absolutely adore her and she finally feels part of a family. Vicky pretends to be Stella and meets the guy from the internet, they fall madly in love but she slowly grows to learn what the consequences of her trickery are (it was her idea to switch places; Stella agreed on a whim and felt bad for lying from the first moment).

As I type all that I realize it sounds like a tacky soap opera but it's honestly so well written, smart, with respect to its story and characters and so much heart to it that the majority of Greek shows, soap operas or not, can't hold a candle to it.

It's funny, it's witty, it's self-conscious, and parts of it were filmed in Melbourne, Australia, and for us that's like wow!!! they travelled all the way down there to film!! and it has a kind of heart to it that I've never seen in any other of the Greek shows I've watched in my life. I've cried twice watching the ending - it's not exactly sad, more like bittersweet, but if you've watched the whole story you've connected with the characters and the relationships between them and you just feel sad to see them go.