#this is nigel after shooting himself

[lunior-art]

CW: there so much blood. it’s literally everywhere. also brain matter (albeit not very realistic) also a gunshot wound. dead body.

you get the gist so have a dead nigel

i can’t tell which one i liked more so have two versions

[nextstopwonderland]

Nigel’s heel work and build for this match has been stellar. Let’s think about how he kept hemming and hawing on commentary that he doesn’t really want to face Bryan and that Bryan’s the one afraid of him. He’s always put the onus on Bryan for why it hasn’t happened, for a year now. Injuries, fear, cherry picking his opponents, you name it.

He calls Bryan a coward and yet cowers away from him out of the ring during the Swerve face to face.

Then, suddenly, he enters the gauntlet. Why? Well, it had a stipulation of anytime, anyplace. Nigel, just like Christian is doing now, knows he could have cashed in when Bryan was at his weakest. He had a built-in security factor. So he put himself in there.

Doesn’t work out, he says he gave it a good go and leaves it at that acting like that’s it. Until the events of All Out and Mox’s proposal to Darby. All of a sudden he sees another security factor: Mox is saying the world champ is too indisposed to defend the title but Nigel doesn’t care about the title, he cares about facing his former nemesis or getting bragging rights if he doesn’t show up. So he issues the challenge for Bryan to have a match on the card with him if he’s cleared.

He knows he’ll be getting Bryan either not at 100% or possibly not at all. He also knows that, after getting his entire world blown apart, the last thing Bryan wants to focus on right now is his bitter rival who’s been trying to get his attention for a year now. So, he double down. He cuts together a revisionist history video promo of their matches. He starts The Fragile Countdown, once again acting like it’s Bryan who fears him (and even having a shirt made).

Meanwhile, Bryan is sitting at home trying to heal and cope with the devastating events that took place and now he’s got this guy from his past so badly wanting to be his present. Throughout all of this, Bryan hasn’t been the one focused on Nigel. Nigel’s been in his periphery.

Until that one moment in March when he wasn’t anymore, and Bryan was thrown back into the past. Nigel raises his hands in fear just from getting caught in the dragon’s gaze.

Their next interaction he gets a little bolder, but also there wasn’t any eye contact.

In May, Bryan addresses possibly facing Nigel at Wembley and says he “worries about fan expectation” something we can be sure was a work now given a) Bryan does not give a fuck what the fans think so this didn’t track to begin with b) we now know that by this time Bryan was already pitched Swerve and the title

In August, during his press for Wembley, Bryan flat out addressed Nigel’s repeated commentary digs saying Nigel is the one who has unfinished business with him

I love the idea of Nigel trying so hard for Bryan’s attention, especially when he’s at his lowest point and this being the absolutely worst timing. Of course this is when Nigel would shoot his shot. Of course this is when this match is happening.

It’s the perfect work of a heel, and the moment Bryan finally does snap his focus on Nigel is going to be epic.

[julietthereaper]

the shooting star

a julian x scarlett fic

"Look Catherine, a shooting star. Did you wish?" "Oh, I didn't have time." "Then there is something you wish for?" "Yes." - Dangerously Yours *-*-*-*-*

Julian had been looking for her. She looked so enchanting standing there, soaking up the moonlight. Scarlett's gaze fixed upon the stars above them as they twinkled down on the cursed isle. He was momentarily taken back to the first time he truly saw her, back on Trisda.

Scarlett Dragna was such a romantic. Julian thought about how she would love to be the muse of her lover's poem, have filthy-sweet words whispered in her ear, and get flowers just because I love you.

His eyes shut and his hand scrubbed over his stubble. Julian didn't love her. Yes, he cared about the selfless girl with a colour for a name (no one with eyes could deny that), but Julian Santos did not fall in love. Besides, the closer he got to her, the harder this game would be. It would only end in pain between them. But oh, Julian wanted her to win. And he really wanted to kiss her.

Instead, he let himself admire her for a moment longer. Admiring from afar wouldn't hurt at all. Scarlett was none the wiser and he wasn't getting too close. What was that saying... no harm no foul?

Her shiny brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, hair that he just wanted to run his rough fingers through. Julian couldn't see her pretty hazel eyes from his distance but he could imagine the glimmer in them. That sparkle of hope that made him believe in something (he wasn't quite sure what, but he knew he believed in it). Oh, and that soft pink dress that reminded him of lips longing to be kissed, it clung to her curves and...

He forced his eyes away from her. Julian had to walk away while he still could. Scarlett Dragna was merely a player in Caraval. A player he was instructed not to get too close to; his brother made it quite clear what would happen if he did. She was going to be gone from his life in a few days. As long as everything went to plan, Scarlett would get the life she deserved. Happy and safe, hopefully even adventurous. A rotten feeling churned in his stomach.

Julian would be sorry to see her go.

Maybe he could convince Legend to invite her next year, in exchange for Julian acting in another-

He picked up his feet and walked away. Scarlett Dragna was not meant to be with him. She was one of the few good things in this world, and Julian was not good. He could flirt with her all he wanted to, and even if she flirted back, she still had a fiance that Julian had no doubt ever-faithful Crimson would go back to when she discovered it was all a game.

And discovered he was an actor. A performer. A liar.

"Julian!"

He stopped dead in his tracks as his heart picked up. Her voice held a smile and the hint of a question, maybe even a little bit of hope. Probably wondering if he would stop just because she asked him to. If he recognized her voice after only a few days.

"Crimson." Confident. Cool. Cocky. "Looking for me?"

She scoffed and he turned around to face her. "Please, I'm trying to win. I just thought I saw you."

He took a few steps towards her. "Any luck?"

"Maybe you'd know if you hadn't ditched me when I went to talk to Nigel. Infront of the jade tent, remember?"

Ah. An easy subject to deflect. And a fun one.

"You mean the kissing tent?" Julian threw her a smirk. "We don't need a tent if you want a magical Caraval kiss."

"That's not... ugh, gross, Julian."

His heart constricted a fraction. He was reminded of the way she acted earlier when he teased her about a kiss: disgusted. Though her cheeks flushed, so he considered that she was just acting.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" He asked, curious now they were on the topic. Bonus if it helped him steer the conversation.

She sucked in her cheeks. "That's none of your business."

"So... no?"

Scarlett glared at him. "If you must know, I have been kissed before. I'm not that undesirable, am I?"

His eyebrows scrunched together. Surely someone as angelic as Scarlett wouldn't take his teasing as insinuating she was undesirable? "Would I offer someone undesirable a kiss? I just mean you're a very... 'innocent, waiting for the right man' type of girl."

Julian had been so taken aback by the undesirable comment, he didn't realize Scarlett just admitted she had kissed someone before. He hadn't expected that but wondered if the guy she locked lips with was even worth the time of day.

"You desire me?" Scarlett poked him, letting a small giggle slip.

He was about to say some flirtatious remark when his eyes slipped to the sky. Julian grabbed her hand to point to the starry night. "Look, Crimson. A shooting star."

He turned to watch her watch it. Scarlett's pink lips parted and her eyes widened. Her expression was just adorable.

"Did you wish?"

Scarlett sighed, "Oh, I didn't have time."

"Then there is something you wish for?"

"Yes."

Julian smiled. Such a romantic, of course there was. "What did you wish?"

He followed her eyes as they dropped to their hands, intertwined. She let go. You are not embarrassed, you are not embarrassed, you are not-

"I can't tell you, then it won't come true."

"That's not how wishes work. And besides, you missed the star, it won't come true anyway." Julian just wanted to know.

"Well, it won't come true with that attitude." Scarlett skipped in front of him, a new pep in her step. He followed her.

Julian had a sinking feeling he wouldn't be able to walk away from her.

"When it comes true, will you tell me then?"

Scarlett stopped abruptly resulting in Julian nearly crashing into her. She whipped around, only an inch away from him. Those pretty hazel eyes were at level with his lips, and she didn't lift her gaze.

"Maybe. If you ask nicely."

It took every ounce of willpower he had not to cradle her face and crash his lips against hers. How did Scarlett have such a hold on him?

Lucky for him, he didn't get the chance to. She turned back on her path and Julian waited a few moments, putting some space between them.

He desperately hoped no one was lurking in the shadows, ever so ready to report to Legend just how incompetent his little brother was being. Julian just wanted to stay with her, continue to discover the wonder that was Scarlett Dragna.

How in God's name was he supposed to watch her walk away in only a few days?

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Who from the ghosts pasts would it be fun to meet

We get some good episodes of ghosts (Metaphorical or literal) from the main 8's past coming back. We have met some... interesting characters, and there are some more it would still be cool to meet. So I thought I would make a list of the ghosts and who from their pasts it would be fun meet. Note I do not necessarily know how this person/ghost would come back, I just think it would be fun to see them.

Thorfinn: I do not want anybody else from Thor's past. The arc with Bjorn was sweet, and I do want it revisited in season four. But seriously Thor's old crew were jerks who left him behind. Thor hasn't once mentioned Bjorn's mother (Thor's wife???) and given that he has canonically had at least three serious relationships since becoming a ghost, it is pretty clear he has moved on from her. if hey had to they could maybe do an episode where Bjorn is able to bring his deceased wife back for a day, and introduce her to Thor. That would maybe be fun since it forces Thor to be pleasant to a danish person.... But I also think it is pretty fun that Bjorn is with Judy (50's Hetty) now, and she has expressed that she is not cool with poly life... Hopefully one day would not upset her enough to break up with Bjorn.

Sasappis: Okay anyone who we meet from Sass's life needs to be in a situation like him and Shiki, i.e. haunting some part of the Hutson sally for 500 and something years. Because otherwise 1.) It has been pointed out to me that Lenape Native Americans of their time did not speak English, so we would not be able to understand them. 2.) Dragging one of his people back from the afterlife to show them how completely settlers paved over their homes and wiped out their culture would be to cruel a thing to do.

Oh bonus because I thought of it after making my Season 4 wish list. If travel based ghost powers can be extended to other ghosts, then I would like Pete to take Sass to see Shiki again, and for afterwards Sass to return the favor by taking Pete inside of Jay's dreams and all three of them to shoot some hoops together.

Issac: I really really want to meet someone from when Issac was a living. He also curently has the most options of the ghosts. Beatrice, of course. We see in the season 2 Christmas special how great a person she was and how much she and Issac meant to each other, regardless of their less than ideal circumstances. Also given that in season 4 Issac will have to once again come to terms with a failed romantic relationship (Nigel), and a female friend whom he wronged/hurt (Patience). Well Beatrice is implied to view him with no ill will, so it could be really therapeutic for him to reconnect and further reconcile with her. If she told him she did not view Issac as a bad man, then that would help him not see himself as a bad man

In addition to Beatrice, I would also like to meet Issac's best friend Edmund. The unnamed brother Issac mentioned who had a wife and at least 5 sons, at least 2 of which died as children. We do not know if Issac was ever a father, but I imagine he was a really caring uncle. Hamilton! Please, please, can we get an episode where Hamilton's ghost shows up for a night and Issac is once again faced with his more successful rival. Bonus points if Hamilton does not know who Issac is, or have any recollection of ever meeting him.

Hetty: So far every time a new ghost has shown up for 1 episode it has been one Hetty knew. Which I guess is understandable since the house is her families, and a lot of the old junk in it belong to people she knew. But honestly episodes of them are hit or miss. The two episodes we got of Elias were one to many, and he does not need another episode. I know some fans really liked the episode with the maid; but I did not like her trying to blame Hetty for things that went down between her and Elias. It is clearly implied that she and her husband were Elias's employees and that they were hooking up before Elias and Hetty's marriage. Also it seems like the pair where hooking up many years, so why wasn't her son grown up?

For People from Hetty's life that we haven't met yet, but could meet in the future: I would really like to meet her sister, Margret. Show me what their relationship was like. How did Margret's life turn out? How did she react to Hetty's death? It also would be really cool to meet that stable boy that she and Issac both found hot. In that case though he has to be bisexual, or maybe just gay. I said in another post I wanted Thomas to have become a ghost after dying at a neighbors. But that I also wanted him to turn out to be as dumb and childlike as Lenny from "oMaM". Basically please only introduce Thomas if their is going to be a distinct difference between him and Elias. If he is just a gay version of his Hellish father, than there is no point.

Alberta: Well if Thomas is a ghost she deserves to get to rip into him for poisoning her. On that note please bring Earl back for one day so she can do the same to him. Forgetting the fact that he cheated on her with the guy that went on to murder her. It is cannon that Earl cheated on Alberta multiple times and she knew it. But he was her manager, and she could not break up with him without being dropped, so she felt she had to keep looking the other way and forgiving him. But that is not true now, and Alberta deserves a chance to tell him off like Hetty did to Elias in his debut episode. On a nicer note it would be sweet if they could resurrect Alberta's father. She could tell him about how people are still listening to her songs to this day, and he could maybe recite some recipes for Sam to write down, and Jay to start cooking for visitors. As far as Alberta's sister, well the only thing I have ever wondered about her was if Thomas ever did anything to hurt her too, since she was Earl's next girlfriend. If we see Alberta's x-times great niece again she had better be a successful web singer, taking a trip to where she first got the inspiration to follow in Alberta's foot steps.

Flower: I do want to see her brother Robby, and her ex Ira, who are still livings. If Robby has children/grand children they should come too. For ghosts she has other brothers who we do not knows current status, also if possible it would be cool to meet someone else whom she maybe knew during her time in the cult and the commune. It'd be weird to bring Michael back, since she is trying to move on from him with Thor. I have considered the ghost of the bear that killed her. The issues with a apex predator would be wild, but also I am not sure how you would wrap that up, and it would need to be wrapped up. Where do you go with a ghost bear guys?

Pete: Please no more people from Pete's past. Carol sucked. Jerry sucked. Pete's dad sucked. He is implied to have been an only child. I do not know why Laura and little Pete would ever want to again visit the place where both her parents/ his grandparents died. Lastly I found it cruel and disgusting that Sam and Jay brought over one of Pete's former scouts and made her recount watching a trusted adult die the way Pete did. All because Pete wasn't willing to suck it up and help Sam&Jay the way he told Flower to. No more people Pete used to know. He can visit Laura and Petey himself off screen.

Trevor: So it seems like everyone from Trevor's life is still alive. Okay He died young, and has only been dead for 20 years. We have met Arty and learned about their Friend group: except for Pinkus they all sucked. I want to to hold off on meeting Pinkus again though, because I largely suspect Trevor will be sucked off after that and I am not ready to lose him. In season 1 Trevor mentioned a Nicki Fisher, a friend with benefits he had then , who he kinda wanted to be in an actual exclusive relationship with (Like he wanted with Hetty). But, later in that same episode, we learned she had a baby with another guy she had been hooking up with at the same time, so he likely would not have gotten what he wanted with her. No need for us to meet Nicki. I have seen some people suggest that Jeremy could come back and work on the lightening at Woodstone/Jays restaurant. One person even suggested he could meet Bela. I have no objections to either of those. One final thing I was thinking is that maybe one of Trevor's parents got engaged again, and want to have their wedding at the B&B. Then we could explore Trevor going through his feelings on one of his parents finding love again, and trying to come to terms with it to support them at their wedding... Maybe we could even have Hetty offer to attend with him as friends. If it is Trevor's mom I want both her boys to walk her down the isle.

Crash, Nigel, Nancy, Stephanie: If a secondary ghost has someone from their past show up it will almost certainly end in them being sucked off. Crash is more a seasonal gag than a character, and while the show can certainly get by without him, it would be really cheep to tease a character getting sucked off again and for it to just be Crash. Especially after pulling the same stint with Ralph in the season 2 finale-season three. With Nigel I have admitted in other posts that he is my least favorite character. He is a cheater, a gas-lighter, and an asshole. But I also know he and Issac are endgame. This split between them is temporary: they need to grow as people, and will eventually (season 5 hopefully) get back together and (again hopefully) have a healthier, more equal, and caring relationship the next time around. That's what is being set up. So give Nigel the improvement he needs and do not touch him otherwise. For Nancy 1.) I would hate to lose her. She is the best secondary ghost on the show. 2.) before we get into people from her past we need to learn more about her relationships with the other basement ghosts.

Stephanie is different though. She was just a teenager when she died. The fact that she needs to sleep most of the year means she can rarely take part in house shenanigans. All the other ghosts are way older than her, and largely ignore her when she is awake. While most of the other ghosts are revealed to have had really depressing lives as livings and it could be argued ghost-hood is their second chance; Stephanie potentially had a fun life and has a lonely and really depressing afterlife. If her boyfriend from when she was alive, or maybe somehow her mom, came back and took her with them to the afterlife... well that sounds like one of the more heartwarming stories of the show

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Pretty (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

So, you managed to find this one? Congrats, you beat Tumblr and its desire to hide Gainsgoe smut from everyone!

OK but fr, this was an interesting one because not only does it show a... *ahem* different side to Lisgoe, but it's my first fic that's entirely from Ross' POV, which was fun to write for (EDIT: The second part is incorrect, Past!Me, you've written from Ross' POV before)

For those wondering, I will try and get through the rest of the moodboard recs - I haven't forgotten!

WARNING: Mature content

One thing Ross learned pretty quickly about Lisgoe was that he sometimes communicated without talking. For the most part, he was a very blunt and forward person that didn't mince his words. However, there were moments where he'd feel ashamed or embarrassed by his own thoughts, and that's when his body language and face would betray him

It would happen on the when he came home with injuries that were ailing him more than he wanted to admit

Or when he tried to hide his exhaustion from his eyes, which never worked despite how much he tried

And then there was the time he came home from work in a rage unlike anything Ross had seen before. It was the kind of silent rage that settled in his jaw and shoulders

Well, there wasn't much time to draw any sort of conclusions. Once Lisgoe was inside, Ross felt his back slamming against the door and his mouth being caught in a kiss that knocked half the air out of him. As he tried to keep up with the franticness of it, things started to click together in his head

"So," he puffed as he pulled away "who was it this time?"

"Scuse me?"

"Come on, I'm not stupid. Which one of them annoyed you today? Barry, Glenn or your boss?"

"Fucking all of them." Came the hoarse reply "It's like they have a game of who can make me shoot myself first."

Ross noticed something... not odd, but interesting, about Lisgoe's demanour. The anger didn't surprise him at all, but he lacked aggression. Sure, his back was throbbing after being thrown against the door, but there was little else after that

But those eyes were saying something, Lisgoe needed something from him. The way they flicked up and down his body was making that part clear, but there was something else he wasn't saying

Something he was asking for that lurked deep below the surface

It didn't take long for them to reach their room and the door was slammed shut behind them

Despite what he wanted, Ross fought against himself and stood facing Lisgoe was a neutral expression. Watching, waiting to see what he would do. There was something there, he could see it, a rare glimmer of something

Joseph Nigel Lisgoe was hesitating

It was a strange thing, seeing that tense jaw and those flicking eyes creating a sense of uncertainty that Ross had never seen before, though he could tell he was trying to hide it

Once again, Ross felt himself being pulled into another kiss. This time, it was slower. Sure enough, there was the sound of someone's back against the door

Ross didn't feel the press of it

When he pulled away to check his theory, he found that he was correct: Lisgoe had himself pinned to the door. As odd as this was, Ross was yanked in again. The kiss gained momentum, a little more aggression, exposing Lisgoe's frustration

Why is he getting annoyed? What am I meant to-

Ross' thought was interrupted when he felt his wrist being taken and his hand being lead up Lisgoe's chest. Without breaking the kiss, Ross paid attention to where this was going

Up the chest, brushing against his collarbone - damn that collarbone and everything it made Ross feel - until his hand was place against Lisgoe's throat

Oh right...

Then the slow realization hit

... Oh god

He pulled away for air, resting his head against Lisgoe's and studying his demeanour. Surely Lisgoe wasn't... no, he was too proud for that

But then he saw his face. Eyes closed, ragged breath pushing through parted lips. It was like he was putting all his strength into keeping his cool. Their eyes met and Lisgoe's gaze was pointed and slightly secretive, but the way his hands grabbed at Ross' hips sent sharp chills down his spine

Deciding to test the waters, Ross leaned closer and brushed his lips against Lisgoe's and the breathy sound it drew out rippled through him. As he peppered kisses along his jaw and neck, he could feel Lisgoe losing his tension, he was biting down hard on his lower lip - Ross knew why. Making a sound meant giving away control completely, and he knew Lisgoe wasn't about to do that

Perfect. He smirked against Lisgoe's throat a challenge

"I didn't realise you had it in you."

"What does that even mean?" Lisgoe's voice was steadier now, though there was a hint of something else there

"I'm just saying, I've never seen you like this. You're so... pretty."

"Fuck off." He snapped, his eyes burning a hole through Ross "Fuck. Right. Off."

"For somebody practically pleading for me to take control of him, you're getting quite mouthy."

Ross was very pleased to see the rapid blinking of Lisgoe's eyes

"Pleading? Do you hear me pleading? Name me one moment where I pleaded for shite!"

With a smug smile, Ross swiftly undid Lisgoe's blazer and let it drop to the floor as he yanked him in by the collar of his shirt. A sharp, shaky inhale escaped his mouth and Ross took a sick delight in it

"You're pleading right now." He explained calmly "Words are pointless, your body betrays you."

"Keep the poetic shite out of your mouth."

"Jealous?"

Lisgoe sneered and looked away, which caused Ross to click his fingers in front of his face. This was effectively stopped by a grab to his wrist, though it did get him to look in his direction

"Don't fucking click at me."

"Be nice, Joseph."

This was rewarded with Lisgoe shoving Ross backwards before lying down on their bed. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before, realising he wasn't getting any rest now, snapping them open again

"I don't plead and I don't beg."

"Those words mean the exact same thing."

"Shut up, you know what I mean. I've had it shite at work, I don't need to come home and deal with this."

It was at that moment Ross knew what to do. He stood beside the bed with an innocent expression

"Fine, have it your way. I've found it's unwise to argue with someone that can so easily overpower me."

"Where is this going?"

"I'm just saying-"

"Bullshit! You're randomly being nice, what's happening?"

"I was just going to offer you a chance to prove your point."

With that, Ross shifted on top. Taking his time as he straddled Lisgoe's hips, taking his wrists and pinning them down onto the pillow

There was nothing more satisfying than the look on his partner's face. Such a hard gaze, but the way his pupils dilated and his breathing stuttered was enough to give him away

"What the fuck-"

"Push me away." Ross spoke it like an instruction, cold and demanding "If you really don't want me to have you like this, push me away."

Lisgoe glared stonily at him in an act of defiance, which only made Ross more certain he was getting to him

"You have the strength." He slowly undid the buttons of Lisgoe's shirt, watching his breathing become heavier through gritted teeth "If you really don't want me to have control over you, then change things."

"Fuck sake, Ross."

There's was something in the way he spoke that felt like there was a break he was trying to hide. A want he was keeping deep down in his stomach. He ran a warm hand up Lisgoe chest, settling it around his throat

"That's where you wanted me to hold you, wasn't it?"

Ross watched as Lisgoe closed his eyes, leaning his head back with a breathy groan. His whole body melted into the bed and his eyes opened up to the ceiling, as if he were trying to snap himself out it

And damn it, Ross wanted the image burned into his brain forever

They both knew what they wanted. But Ross wasn't one to deal with "maybes". If Lisgoe wanted something, he was going to have to use his words. But he also knew that asking him wasn't going to do much, so he took his hand off his neck and moved his lips along his neck and collarbone. Taking the opportunity to leave his mark wherever he could, Lisgoe's hand gripped tightly to the back of Ross' head, his other hand digging its nails into his back. By the time he'd sat up to admire his work, Lisgoe's upper body was decorated in red, purple and pale pink. He watched as Lisgoe tried to catch his breath, head lolling to the side as he attempted to keep his heavy breaths quiet. He pursed his lips in an attempt to conceal gentle sounds which seemed to claw up from his stomach

"You really are-"

"Call me pretty again and I'll knock your teeth out."

"For somebody that's currently clinging to me, panting like a dog, you haven't lost you bark."

Lisgoe yanked his hands away like they were burning. He shut his eyes again for a few seconds, his jaw growing tense

"Ross." His voice came out surprisingly level, despite the slight rasp in his throat "You might be enjoying this, but I'm... just stop the teasing shite, OK?"

The silence was heavy around them

"What are you staring at?"

Ross loved how gravelly Lisgoe's voice sounded in that moment

"Can I not enjoy looking for a few seconds?"

"Fucking sap."

"If only you could see yourself," he kissed down Lisgoe's stomach, nipping occasionally at his skin "it's-"

"Mph, shut up." He retorted in a harsh mutter. One hand gripped the back of Ross' head again and yanked him by the hair into a rough, biting kiss. It was very clear that he'd had enough of waiting

"Don't be rude." Ross snipped "Or you can sort yourself out."

For a moment, as he felt himself being pulled back into the kiss, he thought Lisgoe wasn't listening. Then, he felt an unstable exhale against his lips:

"Ross."

He'd never heard Lisgoe speak so softly

"... Please."

The shock froze Ross a little. Everything from what was just said to the way it was spoken rendered him slightly speechless

"Come on, I said please."

Ross felt a mesh of conflicting sensations. Light and grounded, dizzy and level-headed, high as a kite and completely sober. The feeling of control combining with the way his partner, who was usually so assertive, was reduced to something so desperate was making him feel something between euphoria and delirium

As he started to unloop Lisgoe's belt, he mumbled something under his breath before he could stop himself:

"I've never seen you look so pretty."

He didn't realise it was audible until he heard Lisgoe mutter:

"Fucking bastard!"

Some things never change

[deeptrashwitch]

🕯️

Alicia and her TEAM! I want to know ALL of their THOUGHTS! Let me see inside their MINDS!

Alright >:3 this will be long but let's do it!

Alicia:

Thoughts of Kanoa:

Reminds her a lot to her cousin Elías (that's why they get along so well) but less of a little shit.

A good friend that she trusts with her life.

"...Are you sure we aren't related? We are so similar on attitude that now I'm doubting"

She respects him as an equal and it's admired of how he created the WTF and how he has commanded it with such great eficiency.

"We are not doing a competition" *five seconds later* "oh no! I won, not you!"

"Just do it and we'll figure out this later"

She definitely will cover for him if he needs to.

Will die for him if they ever had that dilemma or if she has to protect him.

"No, you aren't flirting with the objective. Damnit, Noa!"

Thoughts of Tiala:

She considers Tiala as someone brave and talented, which makes her proud of her even if she isn't part if her team.

Felt some sadness when she noticed Tiala's scars the first time, but never said anything...just gave her a medicine she uses for her own scars and is willing to help or hear if she ever wants to talk.

"Mmm, maybe Kanoa will let me adopt her? Or maybe I can convince her or being an Specter too"

"She didn't sleep last night either...I'll make her some tea, maybe it can help"

Respects her and likes her as a little sister, and has invited her (and Kanoa by extention) to pass holidays with her family.

She will get on Tiala's side if she fights with Kanoa (at least most of the time)

Thoughts of Nigel:

"Hmmm, I know him. He was one of Graves' shadows"

It's cautious around him after what happened in Las Almas, at least when they first met.

Once she heards his reasons to be there, and how Kanoa also trusts him, she starts to let her guard down a bit.

Ends up liking his sense of humor and how playful he is.

"He's hiding Elliot's puzzles and pencils...hmm, I hope they don't start a fight just now"

Thoughts of Agnes:

"She is talented but I wanna live, so let's hide her from Wraith"

Is surprised and admired of her talent for explosives managment, and is considering send her and Noah to a mission just to see what happens.

"Did she just exploded a coconut? Heh, nice"

Likes the chaos she does, and sometimes will help her to hide the evidence before Kanoa arrives.

She would ask her to be an Specter if Wraith didn't encourage so much her chaos (more than she already does anyways).

"Wait, Agnes isn't here and Noah either...and Jackson and Aelan still here...ah shit, not this again"

Thoughts of Aelan:

Likes her and respects her just like she respects every medic on the field.

"Did Jackson clone himself...?"

Knows how fucked up are the guards of the medics since she once was a look-out outside the medical tent. So she tries not to give her much work when they visit (and gives her some coffee just like she does with Jackson)

"Ohhh, Noa is so fucked up..."

"This is like a déjà vu, I thought only Jackson would scream at us"

"Someone take the goddamned scalpel from her, she's scaring me"

Thoughts of General Kalani:

Admires her and how much she worries about her people.

She's the only superior Alicia will ever truly respect, and is proud of call her superior.

"So she's Aelan's mother, well that explain some things"

Is always glad to see her and drink something with her.

Also it's happy that the General trusts her team to help the WTF during some missions on the Pacific.

Luke:

Thoughts of Kanoa:

"Ohhh, this will be fun, hehe"

He's the third offspring of absolute chaos and likes Kanoa because he cause as much disaster as Alicia and him.

Will help him to take Alicia's car when the WTF are in Black Tomb.

"If Alicia asks, I didn't help you"

"Who would win in a fight between him and me?" (Kanoa did)

Thoughts of Tiala:

Likes to train with her and sometimes they make some competitions of shooting and more.

He considers her a really capable soldier and a reliable ally, will cover her back and trust her to cover his.

"Don't let her drive when the chaotic ones are on the car"

Sometimes lends her his Civic, and trust her to have a good time driving.

"So she's the one who controls Captain Toa's attitude...maybe a drink will help with the stress of leading with him, huh?"

Has made some bets with her about their Captains, usually she wins it.

Thoughts of Nigel:

"Wasn't he part of Grave's men on Las Almas?"

Untrusful of him, but respects him enough to keep working with him without bring the incident up.

Chats with him but never reveals anything of himself because of his distrust.

Laughs of his jokes and likes it.

"Well, I guess the Captains have their reasons to trust him"

Thoughts of Agnes:

Admired of her talent with explosives and her marvellous memory.

"Not another one...well, meanwhile Alicia don't...aaand she's encouraging her. I need another job"

"Why do you left her alone with Noah?! They almost burned the fucking hangar!"

Thoughts of Aelan:

At first he was surprised to see someone with a similar attitude to Jackson's, and wondered if every medic was like that.

Tried to tease her (once they had more trust between teams) and ended up with a black eye and a metal bowl thrown to him.

"Note to myself: NEVER piss off any combat medic. They'll whoop your ass"

"She's more delicate than Jackson, that's somethi-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

After a visit to the medic bay, to get a tetanus shot, he's now more scared than he's of Jackson.

Thoughts of General Kalani:

Absolute respect for her.

Also admires her because of her power of will and the perseverance she has.

Jackson:

Thoughts of Kanoa:

"...Seriously? Are you FUCKING kidding me?"

Stress. The most pure stress of seeing another reckless superior.

"Is illegal to kill him, it's illegal to kill him, oh fuck it! I'll go to jail at some point anyway!"

Ended up talking more with him since Kanoa ends up the most on the bay and Aelan's is usually busy.

Respects him, but keeps getting stressed because of him.

Thoughts of Tiala:

"...I guess I can work with her...from the distance"

Doesn't talks a lot with her because of his past, but treats her when she ends in the bay as well. So he's more or less neutral with Tiala.

Has a distant respect for her eficiency and ability on the field, but also finds her elocuent and funny.

Tolerates her, but they aren't exactly friends.

"Meh, she's better than many I've met"

Thoughts on Nigel:

"A prankster, huh? Well, I guess he's okay"

Has analized him and Alicia and Luke's reaction, he knows something happens...but it doesn't really affects his perspective of him.

Respects his ability as a sniper and to hide at plain sight, also trusts him almost completely during a mission.

Thoughts on Agnes:

"WHY THEY KEEP MULTIPLICATING?! I'M GONNA QUIT!"

Another one that stresses him, mostly because now there are two of them that HE has to take care of.

Calls her the second gremlin inside his mind.

Doesn't really feel so comfortable when he has to look out for her, but does it anyway.

Already has given her a little aid kit for the burns she causes to herself during the experiments.

"These people are gonna kill themselves if I quit..."

Thoughts on Aelan:

She's the only one sane inside that place, and the only one that understands the amount of stress they are given.

"Use the bowl! The bowl!"

Tells her the most fucked up jokes and laughs of her fucked up jokes.

These two are like the mad scientists of both teams, sometimes they exchange some notes and even laugh like maniacs.

He lost 20 bucks on a bet where Aelan (supposedly) wasn't able to make Luke scream like a girl. (She did and Jackson laughed until he cried, the best invested 20 bucks).

The only one he considers as a friend.

Thoughts of General Kalani:

Doesn't knows her personally, but respects her because she' Aelan's mother and a good General.

Neutral towards her, but will sometimes defend her in front of the rookies.

Edward:

Thoughts of Kanoa:

"Jackson's gonna have an aneurism"

Wonders if all Marines are like that, then just keeps talking with him.

Has deep conversations with him and likes to hear some anecdotes.

Thoughts of Tiala:

Gives her some ideas to lead with Kanoa (the same he used to tolerate Alicia the first years of their friendship)

He's really admired of her abilities and he talks with her the most.

"Hmm, she really is made for big things, huh?"

They're chill together.

Thoughts of Nigel:

"I like this kid"

Helps him with the pranks he thinks of, telling him how to prank all the Specters.

Like to stay in silence with him while Nigel crafts some things during breaks.

Thoughts of Agnes:

He helps Jackson to look after her, and is amused by her attitude when she works.

Since they both have amazing memory, they can have conversations about topics of really old visits that maybe no one else remember.

Thoughts of Aelan:

Respects her and thinks of her as someone really strong because of her profession.

Doesn't really talks with her because he usually doesn't visits the medic bay so often.

It's a bit amused of her attitude, but also keeps his distance.

Thoughts of General Kalani:

A well respected superior, but doesn't really knows her.

Kinda admires her for all the things he knows about her.

Noah:

Thoughts of Tiala:

He considers her an interesting and kind of mysterious person, so he tries to talk with her ehen he has the opportunity.

Admired of her abilities and trusts her during missions.

Can feel that something bothers her, but doesn't ask since it isn't a story he should know.

Glad to have met her and gets along with her usually.

Elijah:

Thoughts of Tiala:

When none of them can sleep, maybe they talk for a while about random topics. He never asks questions and lets her talk at her own pace.

Elijah has learned a lot about Samoan culture thanks to Tiala, he so considers her someone really interesting.

He was really curious about her at first, but now he works well with her and sometimes make small talk during the flights.

Nicholas

Thoughts of Tiala:

From time to time he helps her with some repairs, and considers her someone that he respects a lot.

Marcus

Thoughts of Tiala:

Thinks of her as an amazing person and someone with a big will power.

Has heard of her when he first enter to the MC, and admires her because of the kind of things she does to help people as a soldier.

Likes to talk with her and is always really respectful.

Someone that always takes the time to do her job correctly, and that always gives her all for everything.

Elliot

Thoughts of Tiala:

Hasn't had many conversations with her, mostly because their personalities crash a lot. But for him, she's a good teammate when their teams work together, and trusts her on the field.

Respects her as well, and wonders if they could be friends if they stop arguing when they see each other.

Alexander

Thoughts of Tiala:

A righteous person that he really admires, and that he also respects as well.

He considers her as someone kind and strong at the same time, Alex likes her a lot because if it.

Sorry querida ;-; I ended up making it only with the first four members thoughts about all the WTF and the rest of them what they think about Tiala. Maybe later I'll try to make the rest of their thoughts!

Francis

Thoughts of Tiala:

This kid likes her a lot, he sees her as an older sister and usually passes by the WTF base to talk when he's off duty.

Takes part of his inspiration to be better from her and her brother, and considers them as two of his role models.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Archie Sontails Moments: Part 2

Disclaimer: This post/series does not claim to contain every single Sontails moment in the Archie Sonic the Hedgehog comics, only as many as this user has on hand. Some of the moments presented may be arguable (as in, some may argue that they do not count as sontails moments). As this series focuses on their relationship as presented in the comics (albeit as fuel for others who ship the pairing, but nevertheless), there will be images included which describe/denote the two as being "brothers".

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<< Part 1 | Part 3 >>

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Sonic the Hedgehog Issue #5 (Cont.)

Description: Tails arrives with Sonic's shoes just in the nick of time. After winning the Robotropolis Olympics, Sonic praises Tails for his athleticism, remarking that even Antoine will admit Tails is a good athlete.

Description: This is a letter published in Sonic Grams at the end of Archie Sonic the Hedgehog Issue 5. During this era, the editors (Victor Gorelick and Paul Castiglia) would publish and answer letters sent in by fans of the comic. Sometimes, however, they would respond to fan inquiries/comments as Sonic the Hedgehog himself! This excerpt is one such case, in which Archie "Sonic" tells Nigel Laut that Tails wears "the same shoes" as him because of how greatly Tails idolizes him. According to "Sonic", Tails just has to be like Sonic in every way, even down to his shoes.

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Sonic the Hedgehog Issue #7

Description: Tails shows off the seesaw he built on his own to Sonic, asking if he wants to try it. Sonic proclaims that it's "cool". After Rotor attempts to join Tails on the seesaw, flinging Tails up into the ceiling, he scrambles to catch the falling fox. Just before Rotor can catch Tails, Sonic swoops in instead. Tails thanks Sonic for catching him.

Description: As Sonic and the freedom fighters discover the location of Uncle Chuck' buried treasure in Mobius Natural Park, Tails points out to the others the sole flower which managed to survive Dr. Robotnik's pollution. Then, Dr. Robotnik himself shoots his ray gun, which hits the flower, narrowly missing Tails. Immediately after this, Sonic runs over to rescue the fox, pulling him out of range of Robotnik's next blast.

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Sonic the Hedgehog Issue #8

Description: Sonic shows off in front of Tails by playing a single note and racing it down the hill. After asking Tails how he did, the fox praises him, saying, "Great! Only you could play a note and race down the hill before it reaches me, Sonic!"

Description: After Dr. Robotnik uses Snively's invention to shrink the freedom fighters, he uses his mobile roboticizer with vacuum attachment to try to suck them up. As the freedom fighters react to their predicament, Tails in particular tells Sonic to save himself before it's too late, worrying about Sonic's life over that of his own and the other freedom fighters.

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Sonic the Hedgehog Issue #9

Description: Just as Pseudo Sonic begins to tell Dr. Robotnik the secret location of knothole (the freedom fighters' secret base), Tails quickly takes action, incapacitating the robot by using a trick that Sonic taught him.

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Sonic the Hedgehog Issue #11

Description: Sonic the Hedgehog wakes up from a nightmare in which he (Sonic the Chili-dog) tried to rescue Tails (a box of fries) from Dr. Ivo Robot-burger. Just after deciding that he's never going to let his appetite get the better of him again, Sally Acorn (his love interest) and Tails the fox surprise him with a birthday gift. After being delivered birthday chili dogs by Sally and Tails, Sonic reverses his decision to go on a diet.

[flickys-courage-club]

Introducing Barry!

Design

Species: Cat

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual

Family: Nathan(Father), Teresa(Mother), Marie(Grandmother), Brandon(Grandfather), Nathaniel(Ancestor), Miranda(Ancestor), Barrett(Ancestor) Lauren(Grandmother), Oliver(Uncle), Matt(Grandfather)

Likes: Roses, fantasy movies, action movies, his parents Nathan and Teresa, rabbits, cats, spending time with Courage, Bunitty(platonic love interest), becoming a detective, mystery shows

Dislikes: Courage in danger, Muriel in danger, danger, his friends in danger, spiders(except Tyrone and his spider crew), Toxin(worst enemy), spicy food, getting scared, violence, his family in danger, Eustace Bagge(enemies)

Friends: Courage, Muriel, Felix, Clive, Justin, Maxwell, Olive, Geo, Charlie, Bunny, Kitty, Bunitty(platonic love interest), Gabriel, Russell, Platinum, Milo(Uncle to him), Grayson, Shady(Childhood best friend/brotherly figure), Computer, Team Frostbite(Damien the Wolf, Malcolm the Mountain Hare, Snowflake the Arctic Fox, Chief Azrael etc), Absolute Six(Jasper, Cyan, Marina, Hurley, Jackson and Carmen), Aden, Eight Tribes of Honour(Lucifer, Claude, Nigel, Krimson, Iram, Blizzard, Twigs and Possum Mob), Fred, Lord Blade VI, Cannibals of Vintage City, Bon, Cyril, Hunchback of Nowhere, Bigfoot, Duck Brothers, Dr Vindaloo, Courage's parents, Animals of Fear Gang

Neutral: Shirley, General, Lieutenant, Banana Suit Dealer

Enemies: Eustace, Fred(formerly), Katz, Le Quack, Cajun Fox, Weremole, Black Puddle Queen, Clutching Foot, Mad Dog, King Ramses, Sirius, Toxin, Alan, Jacob, Raven, Cruel Veterinarian, Vore, Thursday, Tuesday, Saber, Slice, Dice, Amaris, Sin Clowns(Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy and Sloth), Fear King, Fear Slaves, Di Lung, Mecha Courage, Ma Bagge, Gem, Evangeline the Musical Mistress, Bone Antler

Facts:

He has a fear of spiders because of the abuse he got from Toxin who is in fact a spider himself.

Barry knows how to hold a gun, however it's a toy gun that shoots corks instead of bullets. He learnt his technique of handling his toy gun by his ancestor Barrett.

He is neutral to Shirley the Medium. He shows respect to her but worries about the curses she puts onto others.

After rescuing Bunitty from Mad Dog, the two became really friends, until they both start to have platonic feelings for each other.

His interactions with the General and the Lieutenant left him in dismay, due to the them fighting with each other or their "antics" as Barry refers it all to.

Barry has become a victim hunted down by Thursday and Tuesday AKA Feline Hunters, since he is a cat.

In the crossover; Straight Outta Nowhere! Scooby Doo Meets Courage The Cowardly Dog. Barry becomes allies with the Mystery Inc. His favourite members of it are Shaggy and Scooby Doo.

Barry loves watching mystery shows, which got him dreaming of becoming an great detective.

Barry's relationship with Computer didn't go well at first, because Computer became (of course) a bit of a jerk to him, until Computer was aware that Barry has anxiety. By that, he now helps Barry how to cope with anxiety.

Barry is allies with Team Frostbite, Absolute Six and Eight Tribes of Honour, he sees Team Frostbite and Tribes of Honour as family figures.

He loves his grandparents Marie and Brandon. Marie loves him dearly and Brandon has a soft spot for him, he tends to nickname him "Scamp" if he forgets his grandson's name.

Whenever Courage isn't around with him, he takes the role as Courage himself. He does remember two of his catchphrases and says them whenever he is in a dangerous situation. The catchphrases being "The things i do for love!" and "I know something bad is gonna happen or if my name is [random name]! And I'm glad it's not."

Barry has the ability to sense any danger that is coming

Barry is the one who set Lucifer free by his order and he fully knows that he has gained freedom.

Barry had an ultimate regret by setting Fear King free. This is because the King was abusing him psychological and uses his anxiety for his goals, but only to make it more worse, but then Barry finally stands up to him, telling him that releasing him was the worse idea he had done and he now sends him back to his book for all eternity and throw it out.

Despite having a fear of spiders, Barry became allies with Tyrone and his spider crew. It was said by Barry that he doesn't fear spiders that show kindness to him

[mariacallous]

Another month to go: can we bear it? Brainless dishonesty, puerile insults, false accusations, the whole charade takes us for idiots. The more desperate they get, the lower the Tories drag down the tone of debate.

The week begins “woke”, with Kemi Badenoch challenging Labour to follow her into an anti-trans gesture to change the Equality Act to something the law already broadly does. It looks glaringly empty in the worsening cost of living crisis, when an extra 100,000 households will see their mortgages shoot up between now and election day.

Labour seeks to shrug off these diversions as it evades Tory attacks, while methodically staying calm and attempting to stay on message.

And for Rishi Sunak, the woke thing is a tough sell. Voters will not easily be persuaded that Keir Starmer is secretly a snowflake warrior while he talks defence of the realm, nailing down that “triple lock” on nuclear weapons, and promising that nuclear submarines will be built in Barrow. All that tells the electorate is that this party is no longer led by a man who refused to sing the national anthem at a Battle of Britain remembrance service.

Immigration is on Labour’s grid, too, with the plan to bring it down by boosting skills training at home. Forecasters expect it to fall anyway. So Keir the woke warrior? Good luck with that.

It may seem an age already, but voters are not yet concentrating on the election, say the focus-groupers. If you, the reader of political columns, are bored rigid by hearing of Starmer’s toolmaker dad and nurse mum, it remains true that most voters still say they don’t really know him. So, in Tuesday’s TV debate between the leaders, expect Starmer to use every chance to describe himself. Most voters don’t watch prime minister’s questions, so they’ll observe these head-butting duels with a fresh eye. Neither leader floats like a butterfly or stings like a bee, but Starmer usually prevails. Sunak plans to exploit some kind of underdog status, but that too is a tough sell when he is PM, he was chancellor, he is so obviously vulnerable on every flank and so clearly to blame – in full or part – for everything ill-fated in these wretched Tory years.

The runes are being read. Both parties were alarmed by the mighty electoral calculus MRP poll predicting just 66 seats for the Tories. It raised no cheers in the Labour camp, where there is gnawing fear that complacency will stop too many people from bothering to vote, or will give potential Labour voters licence to vote Green. It could also complicate the calculation in “blue wall” seats, where Labour people need to turn out and, as a way to oust the Tories, vote Liberal Democrat.

But that same poll caused flat panic in the Tory camp, where the campaign seems solely focused on stemming the flow of rightwingers to the hardline church of Reform. That panic will heighten after the screeching U-turn on Monday in which Nigel Farage took control of Reform and deigned to run as an MP, hoping it will be eighth time lucky.Sunak and his chancellor beseech elderly voters with wafted pension bribes, and tickle their fancies with absurd plans to force national service on Britain’s young people. Badenoch’s transgender pitch was a ploy to discomfort Labour, but more than that, it was a desperate attempt to head off further defections by those who prefer their extremism full fat rather than semi skimmed.

In many ways, this is the election we expected. But that is not the same thing as saying that – on the evidence so far – this is the election we deserve.

Amid the promises, there needs to be a reality check, not least about the public finances. In the Financial Times last week, the International Monetary Fund exposed the hitherto unmentioned, and unmentionable, gaping £30bn hole awaiting the next chancellor. A field of fiscal landmines has been laid by Jeremy Hunt, with zero expectation he will ever be expected to navigate them. One report suggests he sees a nicer post-election life for himself presenting at Classic FM. So be it: so long as they don’t let him present the financial reports.

Both parties in this election pretend not to hear the voice of Paul Johnson, truth-teller-in-chief at the Institute for Fiscal Studies, who warns that pledges of no new taxes and no spending cuts, while shrinking the national debt, are impossible to fulfil. Labour ignores him for now, promising to clear the backlog of people waiting more than 18 weeks for treatment, and raise employment from 75% to 80%, though Johnson warns “we never got close” to that rate. We need a reality check. We’re getting magical thinking.

Think, too, about all the issues that aren’t being properly addressed in this election yet. Brexit is parked, with Labour keen to avoid accusations of cosying up to the EU, and the Tories desperate to hide from their Brexit failures.

Also missing in action: social care, the plight of the 1.6 million frail people denied the help they need. Both parties bear the scars of Theresa May’s 2017 election plan and Andy Burnham’s 2010 scheme, both of which exploded mid-campaign.

The burning planet should be the burning question but it isn’t, despite Labour rightly making green energy its engine for growth and its prime spending priority. Sunak ditched net zero, warning: “Labour’s decarbonisation proposals will cost £3,297 per household.” That’s Toryism at its most despicable, lying about the need for climate action for no electoral gain. But one way or another, we should be talking about it.

Here we are again, at the pinnacle of our democratic process and yet, again, failing to find a way to grapple honestly with the great issues. Democracy is worshipped, but its potential is eroded and its practitioners reviled. Whose fault is that? MPs or the public? Voters who think they stand aloof from “lying” politicians might ask themselves how much they are to blame for demanding the impossible – Swedish-level public services on US-level tax rates.

I don’t blame Labour for this; it is up against the great Tory lie factory. Always facing that wall of sound from the howling, dominant Tory media – its volume turned up now by GB News. The wonder is that Labour ever gets a hearing, ever wins elections. If it is staying muted now, the process makes that sensible, because discussing difficult dilemmas thoughtfully would do little more than provide ammunition for the enemy. After years in opposition, an election – in this Britain, at this time – is a perilous moment for Labour to seek to reshape the entire way we do politics.

With polls swinging strongly towards a Labour win and a social democratic future, with voters apparently ready to rebel against the devastations of austerity, maybe there is scope for boldness. Maybe Labour should trust polls showing that a majority would pay more tax to revive public services. Maybe it should be more expansive in the knowledge that voters broadly agree with the party over Brexit, tax, social care, poverty, benefits and the climate.

But, with a great victory within grasp and the chance of a different future for this country, is it reasonable to demand that it take that risk?

[concook20]

Wild Kratts Headcannon! (2) (OC)

Nigel/Antonio/Andrew/Susan

OC: 2/???

Antonio Martinez Sanchez

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: February 27th

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 134 lbs

Body Shape: Fit, a bit of a rectangular body, but fit

Favorite Color: Orange

Verts: Extrovert

Phobia: Acrophobia (Fear Of Heights)

Hobbies: Cooking, Hunting, and Fishing

Backstory

Even if his past is normal, he hasn't come out to his homophobic mother, who thought he was straight... She isn't half wrong, but still. He has a twin brother, which he hated deeply, due to him being favored by their mother, but Antonio, even if he was hurt, was a daddy boy by heart, where he taught him how to shoot and such, and even introduced him to Nigel when the four went out hunting together. He doesn't mind hunting, but most of the time, he feels bad for the baby animals when they kill a parent.

Voice Actor

Like Nigel, he's also voiced by a character from The Amazing Digital Circus, but this one is voiced by Little Arms, aka Max, aka Hamish Plaggemars!

Family and Relationships

Like I said, he has a mother issue, but he also hasn't found a relationship considering the fact he can act nervous and embarrass himself, mostly, so it's difficult for him to find love.

He loves his friends, Nigel and Andrew, though, most of the time, Andrew can scare him sometimes, but Nigel seems to calm him down... Mostly.

He adores Nigel's daughter, even acts like a godfather to her, which makes him also protective and would shank a bitch for her.

For the villains, he likes to hang out with Zach, but it's mostly because his inventions are pretty cool, even being impressed by Khris, who is the first android he met. He loves to be a model for Donita whenever she needs it, cause it makes him feel ✨bonita!✨ He likes Gourmand's meal, but he also mentions he's like Gordon Ramsay due to his cooking, which makes him mad.

For the Kratt Crew, he actually likes the brothers since they're like his friends, but he still has to hate them. He doesn't really know Aviva, Koki, and JZ, since when it's a battle for the animals, he only sees Martin and Chris.

Facts For Antonio

Antonio is a professional to walk in performing heels.

Antonio enjoys dancing to any spanish music, to the point he dances to music like Spicy Margarita.

He has a thing for Pedro Pascal, but like, who hasn't?

Antonio isn't a brony, but he does watch My Little Pony after he got hooked when he babysat Nigel's daughter.

Even if he's shy, Antonio is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them.

Antonio has abandonment issues after a time his mother left him at a store for almost a day, until his dad came home from work.

Antonio is not good with social cues.

Antonio, unofficially, became the mom friend of the group to Andrew, cause God knows, he'll need it.

That's all for now, if you guys have any questions, please comment down!

[marta-bee]

As you might have guessed from the quotes, I’ve been reading Good Omens again. I was all prepared to be uncomfortable with this par. Crowley was about to turn paintball guns into gun-guns, and I was sure after all the mass shootings America has seen since the twelve or so years since I last read it, that part would just hit differently.

I wasn’t wrong, though I’d forgotten how funny and delightfully ‘90s-ish the corporate warfare was. Honestly I was laughing too hard at all the humor around the violence to notice. I can’t recommend it enough, if you’re old enough to remember why Dilbert was funny once upon a time, you really should give this bit a read. A sample:

The contingent from Financial Planning were lying flat on their faces in what had once been the haha, although they weren't very amused.

"I always said you couldn't trust those people from Purchasing," said the Deputy Financial Manager. "The bastards."

A shot pinged off the wall above him.

He crawled hurriedly over to the little group clustered around the fallen Wethered. "How does it look?" he said.

The assistant Head of Wages turned a haggard face toward him.

"Pretty bad," he said. "The bullet went through nearly all of them. Access, Barclaycard, Diners-the lot."

"It was only the American Express Gold that stopped it," said Wethered.

They looked in mute horror at the spectacle of a credit card wallet with a bullet hole nearly all the way through it.

"Why'd they do it?" said a wages officer.

What most struck me though was the bits woven between all the poking fun at white collar office culture and the human capacity to wish violence on each other. I’d almost call it a coincidence if it wasn’t actually relevant to everything else going on. Any of my fellow Sherlockians, you know what they say about coincidences.

Let’s start with Nigel Tompkins. Or a little before he shows up, for context. Aziraphale and Crowley are hunting for the antichrist so decide to go back to the hospital where Crowley left him. It’s been burned down, most of the sisters have left, but now Sr. Mary Loquacious (now Mary Hodges, no sister) has turned it into a rather unorthodox corporate events center. They’re doing paintball. Lots of stultified corporate types have been handed nonlethal guns and told to have at it, which has exactly the result you’d expect (humans being humans) even before Crowley miracles their dearest wishes into reality and turns their paintball guns into real guns.

This is the scene Az&Cr stumble into (the paintball version to start). Nigel Tompkins has the bad luck to shoot at them as they’re getting out of the car, and after much hemming and hawing over stained fabrics, Crowley scares him off:

Tompkins thumbed another paint pellet into the gun and muttered business mantras to himself. Do Unto Others Before They Do Unto You. Kill or Be Killed. Either Shit or Get Out of the Kitchen. Survival of the Fittest. Make My Day.

He crawled a little nearer to the figures by the statue. They didn't seem to have noticed him. When the available cover ran out, he took a deep breath and leapt to his feet.

"Okay, douchebags, grab some sk-ohnoooeeeeee . . ."

Where one of the figures had been there was something dreadful. He blacked out. Crowley restored himself to his favorite shape.

"I hate having to do that," he murmured. "I'm always afraid I'll forget how to change back. And it can ruin a good suit."

"I think the maggots were a bit over the top, myself," said Aziraphale, but without much rancor.

Then later:

Nigel Tompkins had come to with a mild headache and a vaguely empty space in his recent memory. He was not to know that the human brain, when faced with a sight too terrible to contemplate, is remarkably good at scabbing it over with forced forgetfulness, so he put it down to a pellet strike on the head.

He was vaguely aware that his gun was somewhat heavier, but in his mildly bemused state he did not realize why until some time after he'd pointed it at trainee manager Norman Wethered from Internal Audit and pulled the trigger.

It’s this “scabbed over” language that really interests me, because ti comes up again with Mary Hodges. Trying to get information out of her, Crowley puts her into a kind of trance to question her.

"Good"-Crowley glanced at his watch-"morning, ma'am," he said, in a sing-song voice. "We're just a couple of supernatural entities and we were just wondering if you might help us with the whereabouts of the notorious Son of Satan." He smiled coldly at the angel. "I'll wake her up again, shall I? And you can say it."

"Well. Since you put it like that . . ." said the angel slowly.

"Sometimes the old ways are best," said Crowley. He turned to the impassive woman. "Were you a nun here eleven years ago?" he said.

"Yes," said Mary.

"There!" said Crowley to Aziraphale. "See? I knew I wasn't wrong." "Luck of the devil," muttered the angel.

"Your name then was Sister Talkative. Or something." "Loquacious," said Mary Hodges in a hollow voice.

"And do you recall an incident involving the switching of newborn babies?" said Crowley.

Mary Hodges hesitated. When she did speak, it was as though memories that had been scabbed over were being disturbed for the first time in years.

"Yes," she said.

"Is there any possibility that the switch could have gone wrong in some way?" "I do not know."

Crowley thought for a bit. "You must have had records," he said. "There are always records.

Everyone has records these days." He glanced proudly at Aziraphale. "It was one of my better ideas." "Oh, yes," said Mary Hodges.

"And where are they?" said Aziraphale sweetly.

"There was a fire just after the birth."

Crowley groaned and threw his hands in the air. "That was Hastur, probably," he said. "It's his style. Can you believe those guys? I bet he thought he was being really clever." "Do you recall any details about the other child?" said Aziraphale. "Yes."

"Please tell me."

"He had lovely little toesie-wosies."

Neil and PTerry are not authors like me, they don’t just use the same word all helter-skelter because they cant remember what they wrote five lines earlier. They’re funny and most importantly clever people. Or at least they have good editors who will call them on it. So likening this hazy or lost memory to a scab seems intentional to me.

But it’s not that Mary was traumatized by her time with the order. She was young and a bit hemmed in, but they weren’t evil in anything more than being allied with Crowley’s side. There’s nothing about her time with them that would be particularly upsetting, certainly not so much she’d have blocked it out even from her subconscious. Crowley’s putting her under here feels vaguely akin to hypnosis, suppressing part of her mental defenses so she’ll share more information with less filtering. And even then, talking about that time brings on the same sensation Nigel had when exposed to something too scary and --more importantly-- weird to fit with how he normally saw the world.

I think it’s Crowley. Specifically, Crowley letting his human face slip a bit. With Nigel it was intentional, with the nuns, possibly because Crowley was more distressed than he normally was so was less in control of himself? He wasn’t transforming into things that go bump in the night, sure, but between being so upset about the Apocalypse happening and these being his people so he didn’t have to fight so hard to hide his essence, I wonder if he didn’t let a certain something just ... slip through? Something the human mind just isn’t equipped to deal with?

It calls to mind another scene where we talked about memory and the benefit of failing to leave an impression, from much earlier:

"Is that him?" said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. "Only I'd expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail." She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil's child looked ominously normal.

"Yes, that's him," said Crowley.

"Fancy me holding the Antichrist," said Sister Mary. "And bathing the Antichrist. And counting his little toesy-wosies . . ."

She was now addressing the child directly, lost in some world of her own. Crowley waved a hand in front of her wimple. "Hallo? Hallo? Sister Mary?"

"Sorry, sir. He is a little sweetheart, though. Does he look like his daddy? I bet he does. Does he look like his daddywaddykins . . ."

"No," said Crowley firmly. "And now I should get up to the delivery rooms, if I were you."

"Will he remember me when he grows up, do you think?" said Sister Mary wistfully, sidling slowly down the corridor.

"Pray that he doesn't," said Crowley, and fled.

I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but maybe it’s not Crowley, or just Crowley, that makes her memories of this event feel scabbed-over. “Lost in some world of her own” could just be getting a little absorbed in the new baby (lots of women particularly are conditioned to think we need to coo over infants, and I can’t imagine the type of women who become nuns-- satanic or otherwise-- are much different in that respect). But it doesn’t have to be just that, does it? Prolonged exposure to the supernatural, even the also-human antichrist in his veiled form, seems like the kind of thing that’s too weird for the human psyche to easily come to terms with.

It’s interesting, because that sort of inability to be noticed is really biting Crowley in the backside now.

"Of course, we might be able to get a human to find him," said Aziraphale thoughtfully. "What?" said Crowley, distractedly.

"Humans are good at finding other humans. They've been doing it for thousands of years. And the child is human. As well as . . . you know. He would be hidden from us, but other humans might be able to . . . oh, sense him, perhaps. Or spot things we wouldn't think of."

"It wouldn't work. He's the Antichrist! He's got this . . . sort of automatic defense, hasn't he? Even if he doesn't know it. It won't even let people suspect him. Not yet. Not till it's ready. Suspicion will slide off him like, like . . . whatever it is water slides off of," he finished lamely.

"Got any better ideas? Got one single better idea?" said Aziraphale.

"No."

I’m not saying this has to be the same sort of inability-to-be-perceived that affected Mary and Nigel above. It could be a sort of built-in defense mechanism specially for the antichrist. But it seems on theme at the very least. There seems something deeply sad to me, and probably very relevant to the queer experience of the ‘80s and ‘90s, around the time this book was written and published, to there being something about your true nature that’s just not allowed to be seen and remembered.

Now I’ve made myself a bit sad, and if you’ve read this long you deserve to end on a treat. Luckily, our favorite authors have us covered there as well.

"Ducks!" he shouted.

"What?"

"That's what water slides off!" Aziraphale took a deep breath.

"Just drive the car, please," he said wearily.

They drove back through the dawn, while the cassette player played J. S. Bach's Mass in B Minor, vocals by F. Mercury.

[nextstopwonderland]

Wait you think they could potentially make up? How would that work?

Only if this turns out to be a “we did this for your own good because you wouldn’t retire otherwise and you were about to kill yourself trying to keep defending this title and you said you’re gonna keep going until you can’t defend it anymore so we’re gonna just ensure you can’t” explanation

There is literally an interview with mox shortly after Bryan announced his wind down in which he says he can’t imagine Bryan ever fully stopping unless he were to get seriously injured and he’d then be forced to and I took that entire interview to be a shoot but who knows now, maybe that part of it wasn’t - Bryan himself then says something similar before the Will match in an interview which was clearly deliberate : “unless something happens medically I will never retire”

It’s only after that statement and the will match that Bryan even starts to use the word retire and even then it isn’t really until swerve storyline ramps and he starts switching his tune to saying maybe he’s just ready to be done. And then he needs people like jarrett and Yuta and Eddie to light a fire under him

Mox and claudio? absent from that support. Why? Well, could be the superficial reason that I hope we don’t get which is they’re jealous and never wanted Bryan to go for this and don’t think he deserves it or something but how the fuck does that stand with iron sharpens iron?

OR it could be they hate that Bryan is pushing himself to these limits when he’s saying how injured he is (which I still firmly believe is mostly kayfabe and there’s no way he needs surgery)

So you go back to mox saying back in September that he can’t see Bryan ever stopping unless he’s seriously hurt (while also calling him the greatest to ever do it and just gushing as mox loves to gush about Bryan), you’ve got Claudio around that same time saying he wants Bryan to go out on his terms and he deserves it and then months later saying he wants him to retire healthy, and you’ve got them nowhere to be seen as he trains for the title shot yet Yuta is practicing with him nonstop

so they take him out to save him from himself (as Nigel mcguinness has been shouting on commentary this entire damn year)

And what will Bryan say when all of that is finally revealed? Well I think he’d be able to eventually accept that they were doing it out of love in their own twisted violent way the way the bcc does everything

And that’s the only way I can really see a kayfabe makeup

(But honestly? I really don’t know if this is where they are going and if they honestly just make this about mox wanting to be top dog in the company why the fuck couldn’t they just fight bcc style the way they have in the past? I will be furious if this is given some flimsy reasoning that wouldn’t past muster in reality)

[feldspursfiyero]

i have a (very important 😏🐱🐶) compilation to make (excerpts from baby, you're a haunted house by spit-kitten (simon/anthony)):

ch 1:

After all, not everybody had the benefit of Simon's distinguished glare. Anthony smarted at the memory of standing before Nigel Berbrooke this summer and singularly failing to intimidate him. Nigel Berbrooke. He had as good as given up on reprimanding Eloise for anything ever since the day that he had stormed into her room with newly-bruised knees and demanded that she refrain from leaving piles of books lying around in hallways, and she had simply laughed and told him to stop looking like a scalded cat and start looking where he was going. And there was that night in Oxford - he could not remember the beginning of the quarrel, or who it had been with - just recalled looking up at somebody, stung, and a voice full of derision saying, 'God, Bridgerton, spare me the big eyes: you look like a kicked bitch. Can you fetch? Beg? Roll over?'

ch 2:

Not that the strikes themselves were anything like wholehearted: Simon was mostly feinting at his head, giving him the lightest of taps to the shoulder, to the flank – spending more of his energy on laughing at Anthony than earnestly attempting to blacken his eye. Anthony himself was more interested in trying to step on his opponent’s feet than avoiding his strikes. Eventually recklessness earned its just desert, and his efforts brought him close enough to let Simon catch him by the shoulder. And then to squeeze, firmly enough that it had Anthony gasping out a laugh of surprise and trying to squirm away from the pressure of a thumb against his collar bone. Simon, damn him, just grinned and held on; gave him a shake, like he was shaking a boisterous puppy by its scruff.

ch 5:

The difficulty came in keeping his affection, his pathetic lap-dog affection, in check.

He had let it flourish unexamined for so many years now that he found he could no longer remember where the line should be drawn between permissible familiarity and what lay beyond; between teasing camaraderie and – well, there was no way round it – and coquetry.

The delight he took in Simon's company made it all too easy to forget. He was too eager to please, to amuse, to rouse his friend from the fits of guarded melancholy to which he was still prey, and he was too swept along by the pleasure he gained from any success in that arena to heed his own words or to look ahead to where they might be leading him, and then without any warning he would find himself stranded. Breaking off in the middle of the story he was telling, hoping to make Simon laugh. Suddenly remembering that the last time he had recounted it, he had been lying boneless and aglow in Siena's bed, his head pillowed on her thigh, hoping to make her laugh. Hoping to make her love him.

The only real, sustained privacy he was afforded was when George was changing his bandages, and he would spend the entire time with his face heated, sunk in confusion, poring over his conduct so far that day and probing it for slips. On more than one occasion, Simon had remarked on his flush on his return, his 'What do you two do in there?' not sounding entirely like a joke. Well, better that he should believe Anthony was letting every one of his footmen fuck him senseless than that he should suspect the truth.

And that was really, truly the only privacy. Anthony no longer had to worry about retiring to his dark and chilly bedroom: he simply was not doing so. When the first evening since that long, strange night of the shooting had begun to draw to a strained close, he had been so obviously unwilling to part – had sat up so long in front of the fire, talking of nothing – that Simon had finally tired of his slow blinks and stifled yawns, and said, more gentle than Anthony was used to hearing him, 'You need to lie down, Bridgerton, before you fall down. Come, can you bear to spend another night curled up on a sofa like the world's heaviest kitten?'

Anthony had said, less indignant than he was used to hearing himself, that he could bear anything Simon could, and bear it better, or words to a similar effect.

'How fortunate,' his host had replied in tones of grim amusement, guiding him to his less-than-luxurious bed for the night, 'that I am a man with more than one couch. I will take this one, and we shall see whose back gives out first.' And Anthony had concentrated all the parts of his mind that had not already fallen asleep on feeling entirely normal as he watched Simon walk away to the other side of the room – not devastated at all.

He had been so exhausted that first evening that it had been easy, completely natural, to fall asleep there with the soft sound of Simon's breathing in the air. It had become – more difficult over the past couple of days. His mind had been less obligingly empty, the nights less obligingly dreamless and every morning when he woke, sleep-dazed, to see Simon sitting across from him, it had been harder and harder to remember why he was all the way over there, already dressed and attending to his post, and why it was imperative that Anthony should not reach out for him and kiss him good morning.

And it was beginning to do terrible things to his back, but he rather felt he deserved them.

--

His host cut an impressive figure in his boots and long coat, with shining raindrops caught in his hair. Far more suited to a backdrop suddenly grown wild and romantic than Anthony himself, who must already be well on his way to looking as bedraggled as the cat from the poem, after she had slipped into the fish-pond and drowned.

--

Don't, he thought, numbly, don't. But Simon continued, his voice heavy, soaked in scorn.

'I have cheering news for you: unmarried, no heir, beginning to be notorious – in his eyes, you have already failed. Every day that you linger here, tempting fate, you are failing him further. How would he react if he saw you so unmanned by such a hopeless attachment?’ – Anthony stopped breathing – ‘Lapdog to an opera singer, for God's sake. The cast-off plaything of somebody who spurns, who does not even see you. Do you think it would make him proud?'

The pounding of Anthony's pulse was almost too much to let him hear this last. Simon did not even know what he had hit on, could not know the true resonance of his words – He was caught between wanting to lunge at him, and being rooted to the spot, pale and speechless. Here it was, the kind of scene he had been running from all week – must have been fearing for years, without ever truly understanding why. Here was a glimpse of the ridicule, the disgust that awaited him if his mask of indifferent friendship were ever to slip and reveal the detestable truth.

If at any point this past week he had been unsure for a moment that he loved Simon, then he knew it now. He knew it with more certainty than he had known anything in his life, because if he had not loved him then this would not feel quite so much like some vital thread had been pulled out of him, and he was going to shake apart at the seams.

He grasped for the instinctive fury that would have flared up so easily only a week ago; he tried to let it rise and carry him forward, tried to form a fist. But he could not approach. He could not get closer; he could not make himself touch Simon. People will talk, he thought, with a kind of dull horror. Oh, God.

All of his famous temper, all of his precious disdain; it had all abandoned him completely, draining out and leaving him pathetically sick and shaky. He felt only an abject self-loathing, so thick his throat hurt with it.

And he was going to feel like this, he realised, feel a portion of this utter worthlessness, every time he looked at Simon – for the rest of his life.

'You bastard,' he said, voice horribly soft, and did the only thing he could think of. He turned and left.

ch 8:

'How are your ribs?' he asked, fixing the patient with a stern look. He really would leave Anthony alone if there was the slightest hint of pain, no matter how difficult that might be.

Anthony seemed entirely unintimidated; he simply laughed and gave a pleased stretch, pressing into the hand in his hair in the manner of a cat. A self-satisfied but particularly winsome cat. 'Now, what could that question possibly signify?' he said, with a side-long glance and a spirited grin. 'Desperate to fuck me again, by any chance? Do you have a surgeon waiting in the wings to come and clear me for duty – or shall we throw caution to the wind and simply get on with it?’

As Anthony's ideas went, that one did not sound so bad. Simon couldn't very well not grind the wretch's face gently into the pillows for his impertinence, not when he already had a convenient hand in his hair, but he did not make much of a job of it; he was too eager to kiss away his captive’s laughing protestations and turn to other, even more satisfying methods of making him writhe against the sheets.

He was starting to have a notion – appearing before him like a vision, a miracle – of what might come after you had everything you wanted. Perhaps you had it again, and again, and again.

--

The thought of being able to reach over and take Anthony's hand while he was trying to eat his breakfast, of capturing his wrist, leaning down to steal the food from his fork and getting kicked at for his trouble - of doing, in fact, what he always had done, and yet having it be so entirely different; it was absurdly pleasing. Of being able to regard him openly when he was all early morning energy, as he washed and dressed and sat obediently for his shave; of watching as the weight of Simon's gaze made his cheeks hot under George's brisk fingers, the air in the room going tight.

[aurora-ze-aquarius]

@penguinotaku sent an ask! (Part 1 of 2)

Unfortunately I had to cut in segments because I'm paranoid some of the wording mayyy piss off the Tumblr overlords aha- *sweats*

Anyway! Let's begin with this first one!

I agree! I'm having wayyyyyyyy too much fun with this au it's unreal. The imaginary fight scenes in my head, the romance, and the angst are driving me nuts 💀💀

Anywayy-

Hmmm. Not exactly suree, but some ideas I have involve:

Nigel had to quickly hide, and lock himself inside a random room as he was being chased down, only to be greeted by two extremely affectionate (and extra fluffy) cats. This would've been fine, had the poor dude not been allergic to cats. Yeah, nearly soiled a mission over that.

Lightning and a few others once broke into a mansion that had real dinosaur bones on display in one of its collection rooms, and Agent Lightning had to physically restrain himself from infodumping about the Mesozoic Era. But when they returned to HQ, he began talking about dinos nonstop for the next few hours.

Raoul sometimes crossdresses for certain missions. One time, when he and Shu went undercover to a resort or something, Shu approaches this lady thinking she was Raoul, but then Raoul showed up (not wearing a dress), and it turns out the two accidentally bumped into Raoul's twin (Arielle, in my hc) who was coincidentally in the same location. Raoul made sure Shu would never live that moment down because of how embarrassingly funny it was. (Note: she's not a spy. Just a tourist mind you.)

One time, Miguel had to pose as an opera singer but got a voicecrack in the middle of the performance. His pride was bruised for the next three weeks.

Aight for this next section, I'm gonna start going into a bit of a ramble aha.

A bit of a ⚠️TW // CW⚠️ for mentions of cûlts, drúgging, and strängling. Also slightly súggestive(???)

(I can't alt text this I'm sorry)

Aight so first and foremost!

Let's keep the súggestive content on this blog to a minimum please! Mainly because 1. I'm not the biggest fan of smút. 2. Because I'm not sure if most of the people that follow me are either. And 3. Because I'm scared the tumblr overlords may strike me down like the lightning of Zeus :"D

Not mad of course! Just a little note to remember! /Gen

I can shoot you an ask about what I think went down after the mission because I do have some thoughts about it. Uh, just not in this blog lol

—

Part 2 will be up soon!

[mikewxrren]

‘Maybe you should break the news to Mikey, hm? The iPad thing will come easier from you.’ Briggs knew exactly what he was doing by making Emma deliver the message. He wouldn’t get any of the blame that way. And it would then leave Mike more open to their next plan. 

Mike ran until his chest ached, returning to Graceland with a wince in every step. He was relieved that the place was empty and immediately made a B-line to the fridge. Pouring a generous orange juice, he limped upstairs to grab a shower.

After, he started to clear Donnie’s things out of the bedroom. He had to keep himself busy until Briggs gave the go-ahead to raid the club. A part of him wanted to shoot Nigel. But the dominant part of Mike knew he needed to see him in court.

As much as he wished he could prove that these bastards were weaker than him, revenge wasn't justice.

Emma stepped slowly in time behind him, taking the file from him. She quickly opened it. Briggs was right, his file was impressive. Brought in over a thousand cases just in his first year of working with the FBI.

She glanced up at him with a smirk. 'I’m offended that you think I would suggest you play our father.’ She scoffed and went back to looking over the file.

She was quiet the whole time she flipped through it. This whole thing was extremely risky and if all went wrong, would end up with some sort of blood on either of the side’s hands.

But then she could feel the anger of everything Carmine put her through. What he put both of them through. And she knew that she would do anything to see them put away for good, no matter what.

She closed the file and held it back out to him. 'I can’t wait to see Carmine’s shocked face when little ol’ me brings him down.’ She gave him a nod. 'I’m in.’

[dwestfieldblog]

AGNOSTIC EXTREMISM

Greetings on all points of the dodecahedron, mere days away from a tumescently exciting election here in the Untied Kingdom. The Tories, still putting the con into Conservative (and not serving any other than themselves) are promising things they had FOURTEEN years to even attempt to achieve. And failed on every single count. Other than the counting of billions of pounds made for their own offshore bank accounts and best mates.  Russian oligarchs (donors to the Tories) with puppet strings to the Kremlin (which can quickly become hanging ropes) are STILL being allowed to purchase huge London properties. Makes ex hedge fund manager Risible Sunak, Boris the Turk and ‘Call Me Dave’ Cameron look just a little two faced and corrupt. And still, they smug on with condescending smiles, Hallmark platitudes and repeated lies.

Electioneering ideas…some Conservative genius thought it would be a clever notion to bring back national service as a vote winner. This guarantees that all the usual mass of lazy youth 18 to 25 who are usually too cool to put an x in a box, are certain to vote for any party which is not Tory. A government (in its various deviant formats over 14 years) which has depleted our armed forces to the point of ridicule, thinks it a warrior’s idea to replace them with untrained, non-volunteering youth to the cost of several billion pounds. My personal feeling is that half of the idea which involves youths doing free community service is fine, but more than one weekend a month. Be useful. Tory manifesto promises … ‘if elected we will’…you had FOURTEEN years boys and girls, why didn’t you do ANY of it?

There are 71 verifiable serious failures for which the Tory government is directly to blame including 7.3 BILLION pounds of public money stolen by those who abused Covid schemes. (National Audit Office report). Makes Liz Truss look amateur. But at least we got our blue passports back. Eh?

Nigel Farage leading Reform. George Galloway leading the Workers Party. Both seeking to disrupt Conservatives and Labour by weakening their votes. Both aiding the Kremlin to undermine and sow discord. Populist poleznyye idioty, both so close in levels of self-adoration and mental disturbance that if they had intercourse/ mutual rape, the anti-Christ would be born. Farage has announced he is determined to remove the UK from European Court of Human Rights. The dummies who would vote for this don’t seem to realise that this would mean they also would have fewer rights and support, should a future government ever impose dodgier laws.) Which seems ever more likely.

Nigel fellated himself again while simultaneously stepping on his own balls by blaming the West for Russia’s invasion of Ukraine…which he saw as a result of NATO expansionism (rather than being due to Russia invading Georgia and Crimea to ‘protect’ its citizens) and the EU absorbing countries who CHOSE to be in them (not forced to join the glorious Motherland). He is getting the cart before the horse and the stable door has already bolted. (So to speak.) And as for one of his guys writing; ‘Britain would be in a far better state today had we taken Hitler up on his offer of neutrality…but oh no Britain’s warped mindset values weird notions of international morality rather than looking after its own people’. And later; ‘In Britain we need specifically to exorcise the cult of Churchill and recognise that in both policy and military strategy, he was abysmal’. Which would be why we won the war. This guy, as does Nigel, thinks he is a patriot. (Is it too early to shoot traitors or do we have to wait for the third world war? Coming soon to a country near you, mushroom cloud season…)

‘International morality’ is a bad thing, is it? Extremists on all sides are never fans of this as it tends to make them almost feel guilty about mass genocide and/or murdering its own citizens. Those who don’t, possibly feel as if they are Nietzschean Übermenschen rather than soulless wasters needing the fake validation of a ‘Purpose and a Vision’. Think for yerselves, you schmucks.

If you were watching a tv series and even if one main villain/shyster wasn’t overacting, you would know them for what they were. So why can’t so many millions tell these types in real life. ESPECIALLY when they are wannabe leaders and share the same characteristics of shifty greedy lying pig slime everywhere. Hello Nigel, Boris, Trump and the foul cabal of European populists on the rise. I always rooted for the bad guys in films, the cowboys in black, Darth Vader, Agent Smith etc, but in ‘real’ life? These politicians are venal and insane, crawling up a hill of filth to prove their worth as the worst of the worst. The scum rises like rancid cream, bubbles of fetid methane. All dreaming of wielding the same power in the same ways our enemies do in non-democratic countries. Meanwhile, in another parallel tunnel reality…

Trump is guilty eh? (Big orange manbaby surprise.) Of this one particular case so far. 34 charges against him and still his sewer scum allies say it was a politically orchestrated ‘witch hunt’. He was tried by 12 who were unanimous, not ambiguous. Donald sobbing about how hard it has been for his wife.  As hard as his mushroom for Stormy? The multi millions might help a bit when you already know what a fat sack of lying porcine excrement your man is, buy the ticket, take the ride, keep his balls empty darling. Nixon won twice too. Here come the ‘Proud’ Boys and all the other righteous suckers.

Anyway, on the bright side, the International Criminal Court have indicted Benny Yahoo and the leader of Hummus for crimes against humanity. (Seems likely that however this never-ending parable ends, they will have many thousands more new recruits.) I watched the videos of right-wing Israelis stopping trucks, trampling food and medical supplies for the Gazans underfoot. Hezbollah are getting tooled up to enter the fray full time too…Salaam, God is great, so we can righteously cut your head off. Scum. A former chief of Mossad (2016-2021) is alleged to have threatened ‘consequences’ if an ICC prosecutor refused to abandon a war crimes investigation. Well, that worked. Shalom.

Norway, Ireland, Spain and Slovenia all recently agreed to recognise a separate Palestinian state. The Knesset, (may peace be upon them) said this was ‘a reward for terrorism’. And thus, it came to be with all haste that the command was given to ‘strengthen’ settlements in the occupied (isn’t everywhere there now?) West Bank. Religious studies - 3000 years ago…Amorite, Canaanite, Hittite, Perizzite, Hivite, Jebusite etc tribes lived in the land now known as Israel, long before the Hebrews and the Arabs came in and wiped them all out. Those tribes no longer have rights due to being slaughtered. To the victors go the spoils and they re-write the history books. ‘God’ does not.

(For any who might come across this writing and see me as being antisemitic because I think Benjamin the Corrupt is using mass murder as a ‘patriotic’ tool to remain in politics and avoid prison. No.  My first loved girlfriend was Jewish (God rest her soul). The first woman I deeply wanted to marry was also Jewish and I would have changed my habits to fit her beliefs. Four of my best friends are Jewish, George Soros is a mensch and my favourite writer is Leonard Cohen.) What Hamas did on October 7th was horrific and a despicable war crime. However, after decades of settlers in the occupied territories breaking international laws (to which Israel had agreed) and continuing to build on Palestinian land over and over, because Moses long ago (recognising the need for positive spin for tired people) told hisfollowers that an invisible, non-provable non-Being said they were ‘chosen’ and therefore had the right to do what they want, pressurised tensions were, are and will continue to ignite. Saying ‘God told me…’ is what mentally ill people say. This belief is no defence in a court of actual law and hardly stands as a plea bargain of temporary insanity over the centuries of slaughter in the name of Nothing.

Transference of blame and transference of reason. Can’t be guilty of anything if one is serving a higher purpose, eh? The same holy cow, holier than thou bovine excrement as the pilgrims used in America to ‘justify’ murder. The manifest destiny of Israel. Will be fun to see how many ultra-orthodox yeshivas will heed the call to be conscripted, given that they are the loudest in favour of protecting their land but have been so unwilling to wear a soldier’s uniform. Get those payots cut boy! Yes, it is important to study, not fight forever wars. When I am world president, all religious extremists will be shot. Agnostic extremism…

PEACE IN A WORLD FREE FROM RELIGION. Or at very least, fewer wars and evilly stupid excuses to kill. Life is sacred? People are scared.

Mentally incapacitated, inconvenienced by rationality, idiots are still ranting on Twitter and Facebook against the ‘fake news’ of the mainstream media. What do they think Twitter (368 million users monthly) and Facebook (2.9 billion monthly) are, if not mainstream? Is this just paranoid jealousy? Please like my comment, give a smiley face thumbs up and approval. Weaklings. Algorithms for the gullible, Reform bots activated from the troll offices, artificial intelligence cancers spreading via unclean fingers on keyboards with infectious key words. Very old men still sending young untrained working class cannon fodder into killing fields to protect the high ideals of those who pay the governments the highest bribes. Or follow through on their worst threats…

The difference between capitalism and totalitarianism. (Updated/amended quote); ‘The government acts as a company cop for the rich’…or the president uses the wealthy’s money to be the cop. ‘The government, above all should be under constant surveillance.’ Leary.

And onwards and downwards into the new/same old-world disorder…

Elon Musk continues to fail to ingratiate himself with the world of sanity by pontificating on ‘free speech’ which he proclaims to adore, while taking China’s cash with whom he enjoys doing a fine business. Not known for their tolerance of free speech. Hypocrite in the highest degree. Putin doing deals with Kim Wrong Un and Xi, a James Bond trio of bad guys and all the West has to offer against them is a plethora of wannabe reality tv star type populist fascists being manipulated by hybrid of psychological greed games from the East, dividing to conquer. Will America choose senility or a truly evil psychopath? Do they think ‘Well at least Donald is as insane as THEIR bad guys, so we have a chance’?  Trump is serving Vladimir because he only respects and craves POWER and sees no harm in abusing it. And Vlad knows this type of ego. Power is to be brandished and used without mercy, regardless of truth or consequences.

‘The function of law and theology are the same; to keep the poor from taking back by violence what the rich have stolen by cunning. The function of theology? The recitation of the incomprehensible by the unspeakable to pick the pockets of the unthinking’ Nature’s God - Robert A Wilson, Hilaritas Press.