#this was supposed to be yesterday's post.... but i hit post limit...

[dailyrioranger]

DAY 190

[fluttershywheresheshouldntbe]

in the skinamarink house...

couldn't decide which i liked better so you get two images!!

[maraschinomerry]

Hi! Ive really enjoyed your Lockwood and Co fic’s so far, especially how you incorporate gn-readers! As for a prompt to give: A George Karin X GN Reader fic where George works himself sick on researching a case and no one else really notices he’s sick other than Reader, and Reader makes him stop and takes care of him for the night. A quote to go along with this maybe: “No one ever cared about me like you.” There’s really not enough George fics out there, so thank you for rectifying that!

Chicken Soup

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader

Content: literally just 99% fluff, the other 1% is reader misunderstanding when George tries to confess his feelings

A/N: this fic takes me to less than 1000 words off having posted 30,000 words in 4 weeks 🤯 will have to see if I can post another later!

Word count: 2.1k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear

George looked tired.

He usually looked at least a little worn out, so you weren't overly surprised, but this time it was more distinctive. Plus, his exhaustion was always paradoxically frantic, brought about by rushing to prepare for a case that needed solving yesterday, but this time Lockwood had specifically said nobody was going anywhere near the site until you and George were confident there was no more research to be done. You'd hoped that would mean George would take his time, but it seemed his brain had forgotten how to function in any way that wasn't cramming 3 days' worth of research into 3 hours.

"Let's call it a day," you prompted. The two of you had been glued to your seats around a stack of papers in the Archives all day and your back was getting horrendously stiff. George couldn't be faring much better, hunched so far over his book he practically disappeared into his orange plaid shirt.

"You head back, I just need a bit longer to finish off," he replied, not even glancing up. Under normal circumstances, you'd be able to use his frustration at the impossible deadline to lure him away, but what on earth were you supposed to say when it was self-inflicted?

"Are you sure? Lockwood did say to take as long as we need, so it can wait until morning."

George looked up then, only to shake his head. You knew what he was thinking: by tomorrow, the book he needed could have been borrowed by someone else; by tomorrow, Kipps' crew could have swanned in and solved the whole case; by tomorrow, there may not be anyone at the site left to employ them. You sighed.

"Sorry, I know it's a pain. Will you be okay getting home alone?" Trust him to be worrying about you when you were worrying about him. You assured him you'd be fine, and promised to have a cup of tea ready when he got home.

"You're the best," he said with a weary smile. Secretly he didn't want you to leave, he enjoyed your company, but it was unfair to make you stay just because he wanted to. As you walked away, you heard him sniff, which built into a sneeze. Hmm.

—

Less than ten minutes after you returned to Portland Row, the heavens opened. Rain hammered against the front door like it was begging to be let in, and wind whistled through every corner it could find from the attic downwards. 

You, Lucy and Lockwood sat around the dining table, soaking in every ounce of the warmth that seeped from the oven while dinner cooked (a steak pie you'd made when you got back, to distract yourself from the anxious knot in your stomach).

"How did it go at the Archives?" Lucy asked over a steaming cup of coffee.

"We're making progress, but I'm worried George is overworking himself."

Lockwood gave a wry chuckle. "Trust me, if George has a limit, I haven't seen him hit it in all the time I've known him."

That wasn't overly convincing - having bursts of intense hard work followed by a couple of days to recover was one thing, but working flat out for this long was another, especially when you knew from hearing the way the house shifted that he hadn't been sleeping.

"He was sneezing when I left," you pointed out. If Lockwood knew him so well, he'd know he wasn't much of a sneezer, even in the height of pollen season.

"This case dates back decades," Lucy countered. "Imagine how much dust is on some of those files." Just thinking about it made her nose crinkle. You could only hope they were both right.

—

A long-cold cup of tea and the remaining quarter of the pie awaited George when he returned, the last embers of daylight being snuffed out by the heavy rainclouds above. The second the key rattled in the front door, you sprang from where you'd been falling asleep on the Thinking Cloth and clicked the kettle on.

"You didn't wait up for me, did you?" George croaked from the kitchen doorway. Something had happened to his voice in the hours since you'd left him.

"I promised you tea!" As you turned in mock outrage you noticed something else wrong. He was shivering and pale. Instinctively, you stepped closer, brushing a hand across the droplets on his shoulders and spotting more in his hair. Had he walked home in this weather? No. There wasn't enough water for that. This was just from the cab to the door. He wasn't shivering from the cold. You suddenly remembered the sneeze earlier.

George was ill.

This was a disaster, and it was all your fault. You should have forced him to come home with you. Should have noticed sooner and never let him out today in the first place.

"Oh Georgie," you murmured, almost as much to yourself as him. "Give me one minute with that tea and then you need to get to bed."

"I'm f-fine," he stammered around chattering teeth. "It's nothing."

As if he'd been summoned as backup, Lockwood sauntered in on his way to the basement. "Glad to see you missed the rain," he joked. George gave another sneeze, a spray of said rain flying from his curls with the force of it. "Bathroom's free if you want a bath to warm up." Misguided as Lockwood was in his reason for the advice, it wasn't a bad idea actually.

"I'm just heading up," you shot him a grateful look before George could object, "I can set it running." Lockwood grinned and disappeared. Today was not one of his observant days, it seemed.

"I can run my own bath," George grumbled, still in the doorway, but his cheeks flushed a little and he made no move to stop you. Probably because his hands were shaking so much he would have struggled to even turn the taps. You took his freshly brewed tea in one hand and his arm in the other and guided him to the library to cosy up until the bath was ready.

—

Half an hour later, you were debating whether to go and make sure George hadn't fallen asleep in the tub when he emerged. His dark curls were damp yet fluffy from the towel, a slight glow had returned to his skin and he was dressed in the clean pyjamas you'd looked out for him. He frowned at you as best his tired muscles would allow, pondering the fact you'd clearly spent the entire time sitting on the bottom step outside the bathroom. Before he could comment, however, the warmth of the bath began to wear off and the tremble returned to his bones. You reached behind you and sheepishly held out a fuzzy forest green bundle.

"I, um… I couldn't find any of your jumpers, I think they're all in the wash, so you can borrow this one. It should fit."

George took hold of it and unfolded what turned out to be the softest hoodie he'd ever felt in his life. He wriggled into it, his one working nostril breathing in the way the smell of you lingered in the fabric. It was so comfy that he found himself burrowing into it, bringing it up under his chin and tucking his hands into the sleeves.

You caught yourself staring at him, marvelling over how he could look so adorable in such an unfortunate situation, and gave him a soft smile. "Better?"

He nodded and mumbled out a "thanks" which ended up somewhat drowned in the hoodie as he shuffled away. Halfway through his bedroom door, he stopped and turned back to you. "What's that?"

You went to see what he was referring to, hands on his shoulders to support yourself as you pressed close on tiptoes to peer past him. Suddenly very aware of how close you were, you focused your attention on the flask on his bedside table.

"Oh. It's chicken soup. I wasn't sure if you'd want it just yet, so I used a flask which should keep it warm for the next few hours."

If you hadn't been aware of how much you were in George's personal space before, you certainly were now as he practically melted against you.

"That's so thoughtful." He sounded shocked. Not at you being thoughtful towards him, at anyone being so. Unsure of what to say, you gave his shoulders a supportive squeeze and then used them to steer him towards his bed.

His room was a little chilly, so you checked that his window was properly closed before drawing the curtains. George, energy almost completely drained, flopped onto the bed. You helped him tuck his legs under the duvet,  bringing it up around his chest. He sniffled again, and without a word you nudged the box of tissues you'd found and set out for him. His eyes grew wide and incredulous, suddenly scrunching shut with another bout of sneezing.

"Do you need anything else?"

The sneezing paused. "I think I left my book in the library…"

"Georgie, no." Your voice became stern even as you used his nickname affectionately. "No more research until you're feeling better." He began to protest. "Think about it. The more you rest, the sooner you'll recover and the quicker you can get back to it." He couldn't argue with logic, and you both knew it.

You ended up fetching him a glass of water, some paracetamol and a couple of contraband biscuits. When you returned, you found him sipping the soup, and his face lit up at your last offering.

"You're too nice," he sighed, insisting on splitting the first biscuit with you. "I love you."

You almost choked on your half of the biscuit, bursting into a coughing fit you'd expect from the actual ill person in the room. George immediately rose from the pillows to pat your back as you tried to remember how to breathe. "Are you okay?" His hand stopped patting as your coughing subsided but it didn't leave your back, instead rubbing gentle circles.

"I…" you spluttered, finally dislodging the rogue crumb. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do! No one ever cared about me like you."

His words were kind, tender, yet your heart still sank. He'd just said it because you were looking after him. You couldn't believe you'd actually thought for a moment that he loved you. There was nothing more you wanted than for the ground to swallow you up, but when George kept talking you stayed and listened. "Lockwood and Lucy do so much for me, don't get me wrong, and my parents did their best, but I'd be lost without you. I mean, all this…" he gestured around at the flask, the hoodie, you still sitting on his bed,  "nobody else even noticed there was anything wrong. But you did. You see me, and I love you for it."

Tears welled in your eyes. You blinked them away, refusing to obscure your view of the beautiful boy beside you. His hand stilled on your back, twitching away, afraid he'd said the wrong thing. You leaned into his side, strengthening the touch. "I love you too."

His eyelids fluttered, a mixture of exhaustion and adoration. His free hand linked with yours. "Remind me to kiss you once I'm better."

"Why can't you kiss me now?"

"Because I'll make you ill, if I haven't already!"

"I'll take that risk." You leaned in.

"Nooo," he whined, a hand on your chest to keep you at a distance, "I'd feel bad. But lucky for you, I have a fantastic doctor, so I'll be better in no time."

"Oh yes, I hear they're exceptional and very committed. Now lie down."

George did as he was told, gasping at the rush of cold air as the duvet was lifted behind him. You eased yourself into the bed, legs tangling in his and pulling you closer until his back leant against your chest and your face was buried in his hair.

"What did I just say?!"

You shushed him. "It's fine, if I catch it you can look after me." You pressed a kiss to his temple as you reached over to click the lamp off. He groaned in the darkness.

"You're impossible."

"You love me, though."

His hand found yours again, bringing your arm to wrap round his stomach. Your fingers traced the warm, soft skin underneath the hem of your hoodie. He sighed contentedly, the rise and fall of your chest behind him lulling him closer to sleep. "I do."

You sneezed.

Damn it.

[sushisocks]

DO U HAVE ANY ANGSTY SEAN HEADCANONS??? OR ANY AT ALL??

DO I HAVE ANGSTY SEAN HEADCANONS???!? Is my tumblr url sushisocks??? I'm including just a couple non-angsty ones that are v important to me bcz we're here to have fun, after all lolol

Lets start out with a light one; Sean absolutely has ADHD and dyslexia. Everybody knows Sean can't read, but nobody asks WHY Sean can't read despite frequent opportunities to learn. Based on the camp interactions with Lenny, we know he has been willing to attempt to learn, but has given up. This reads a lot more like learning disability to me, than it does laziness!!

In a similar vein; Sean taking frequent naps/falling asleep a lot is because he's a light sleeper - he has had a hard time falling asleep and staying that way ever since his father got murdered in his bed by the law. Left an impression Sean can't really shake even when surrounded by friends and allies - it's easier to nap when it's light out and people are awake in the area. Combine that with the ADHD and suddenly he's sleeping when he's not supposed to - like on guard duty.

Btw Sean has REAL BAD nightmares so that doesn't help at ALL either

Sean's mom probably passed when he was very young - he doesn't have any tangible memories of her in the same way he does his dad. Telling stories about him is how Sean keeps the only real family he had alive.

SIMILARLY I imagine it was just the two of them fleeing to America together; Sean was right there when Darragh got killed in his sleep - I imagine him waking up to a gunshot tbh.

In previous posts I've talked some about Sean's parallels and similarities to Arthur. Consider; Sean having similar self-esteem issues as Arthur, but instead of being quiet and disparaging about it, Sean covers it up by boasting and talking a big game. Nobody tries to talk Sean up because they all think he has a big ego, and it sort of just feeds into the insecurities Sean already has & is trying to avoid thinking about.

Also; Sean is generally an open book about his feelings, but he struggles a LOT with being truly vulnerable or getting at the deeper stuff. He'll also always downplay and make a joke out of truly traumatic and desperate situations he's been in. Though he DOES tell you what happened, he's chuckling and acting like it's nothing. (This isn't even a headcanon, he actually does this very consistently. It's why Karen is so mad at him in that one camp interaction after the party lol)

The only times Sean feels comfortable not being The Camp Clown is when Dutch isn't around, with a limited amount of people to witness. He still feels weird about the fact that he did actually try to kill him, when they first met, like he actually pulled the trigger (I feel like people are prone to forget this abt him), and he's never sure if Dutch might resent or distrust him a little for it. Same goes for Hosea.

A MacSummers one I came up w on discord literally yesterday; Sean has a Claddagh ring heirloom he got from his late mother through his late father. He gifts it to Lenny at some point, who doesn't realize the symbolism, just the sentimental value. Lenny wears it on a chain around his neck.

The previous one could work for MacJones too but tbh I think it hits harder for MacSummers lol (im biased)

Sean blocked out a lot of what he experienced while holed up at Ike Skelding's; the teethpulling and the burned feet were probably some of the lighter things he had to endure.

Sidenote the fact that his feet were fucking burned being as brushed off as it is makes me fucking insane. How bad were they burned Sean? Are you in pain atm? Should you be walking?

[jackiequick]

'Cause I Can See You Waiting | TOP GUN AU ✈️ 🩺

Top Gun Maverick AU Series

Pairing: Captain Nicolás 'Wraith' Martín x Nurse Jordan 'Echo' Walker

Summary: What happens when you accidentally crash and burn a little too hard? Will you get back up or let fate step in to say something else?

Ship: Grumpy x Sunshine (Ghostly Echo)

Characters mentioned: Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, Hazel 'Daredevil'  Kazansky, and Wraith's students

Notes: Title is inspired by Taylor Swift 'I can see you', also Top Gun Summer 2024 return idk

Timeline: Post-Top Gun Maverick

---

As the warm spring sun bathes the sprawling expanse of North Island Naval Air Station in golden light, a gentle breeze carries the scent of saltwater and blossoming flowers through the air. 

The airfield buzzes with activity, the distant roar of jet engines mingling with the laughter and camaraderie of pilots and crew preparing for another day of training.

Day in and day out, pilots in and out of commission. Jordan ‘Echo’ walker, one of North Island’s finest nurses able almost has seen it all. 10 years of this job. The smooth-talking pilots to the shy wannabes. 

She loves her job, don’t get her wrong, especially her regular visitors being Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell himself. But sometimes she needed a break from those guys to just breath and not have the 86’ crew breathing down her neck. 

Today, it was supposed to be a simple Monday. 

No calls of active duty, no injuries too bad that they can’t handle, no happy go-lucky flyboys to kick out of the waiting room. Just her ringing in patients, cleaning up tiny wounds and sending doctors to rooms for surgery. 

But then again, when does Jordan ever get what she wants?

And like always she was right. 

As in rolled Pete Mitchell again this week. Sometimes she wonders if Maverick does it on purpose just to see her facial expressions change the moment he walks into the room as he gives her a classic half crook grin. 

In this case, he was rolled into the room as other nurses helped him off one wheelchair to the bed. She crossed her arms and sighed chuckling to herself as Maverick shrugged with the most innocent look on his face. 

“What?” He asked, with a half grin despite his face hurting.

“It’s 6 in the morning, that’s what!” She exclaimed, rolling onto her chair slapping on her gloves to meet his face. 

“Gentle this time. I got a date.”

“With who?”

“I’ll tell you on Monday.”

“It is Monday.”

“..Ohh! I’ll tell you on Wednesday then.”

“You goof. How hard did you hit your head?”

Maverick explained how him and another test pilot, a buddy of his, were trying out a few new jets. They were rejuvenated to do it. There were some ace planes that the military wanted them to try out, it was supposed to be set for Monday afternoon but Maverick couldn’t wait too long.

As he went yesterday afternoon, on Sunday, to get his suit, vitals and training prepared for the flying he was meant to do. His pal was dragged into the mess as well. He wanted to wait for Monday to do so, but then he realized he might as well get it over with. 

Maverick said it felt like a blur, one minutes they were both in the cockpits pushing their limits and then the they risking to go mock 10, reaching the levels of 6Gs and sustainable the face to fatal damage. Most of us can withstand up to 4-6G. 

However if it wasn’t his pal, who he mentioned to be named Wraith, he would’ve stayed in the aircraft. Mav wanted to keep going but Wraith streaked  a couple of switches, leading the both men to eject from their shared aircraft and into the air. The two were lost for a couple in another state, until air support found them. Cain wanted a word with Maverick and Wraith, but Iceman and Silder stepped into to cover them as soon as possible.

Which now led them here to the medical wing, the clinic where Jordan worked at.

Maverick went on tell her about the situation at hand and how Ice was able to help reduce it, as Jordan let out a few laugh. It was Mav’s crazy antic that lighten up her days more than once in her lifetime. It also helped that Maverick tended to playfully flirt with her, despite being the one who was usually injured here. 

~~~

However the banter was cut short as the muttered sounds of shouting and grunts came from the other room. She looked over her shoulder confused, as Maverick shrugged guessing it was his buddy having a hard time dealing with the medical staff. 

It was moment like this, Jordana wishes she took a week off, sometimes her patients could be so difficult. She excuse herself from Pete’s room, requesting another nurse to take over while she goes to check up on the other patient.

It took her a few moments but she found the room next door, she expected some young cocky snarky and soft around the edges pilot some of kind. But instead, her eyes locked onto a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes that held a grit and muddy demeanor to them. He met her gaze with a soften, almost surprise look. 

He was met with a pair of brown eyes, long brown hair that had more body than length, shiny tan skin. She was wearing a pair of large hoop earrings, a necklace with a tiny cross on it, light makeup that made her demeanor seem light yet no nonsense, and dark blue scrubs to match. 

Captain Wraith Martin wouldn’t admit it but she was pretty. He figured she was probably some newbie nurse with no experience and a shiny puppy-like attuned way of thinking. Or that’s at least what he heard Maverick say about the nurses here, as he was a regular at here like it was a damn fast food restaurant of some kind.

The only reason why he is here was because he decided to listen to Pete’s idea on doing the test drive early, that way starting Monday morning they had less shit to do. Well look where that got him! He was sitting on a bed in the medical wing with cuts, bruises and a giant ass headache, after ejecting out of a plane and landing in the middle of Nevada. 

What made it worse was that theses nurses and doctors had no business of touching him, despite him telling them that he was fine. He didn’t need any X-Ray or some useless crap like that. Yes he was in pain, he was sore and extremely tired for god’s sakes but he knew popping a few Advil and going to rest, would reduce his discomfort. 

And here stood some young brunette nurse who was probably unqualified entering his room like—

He was taken out of his thoughts he was heard the nurse talking over the doctors and other nurses to get out of the room. That she would handle it. She was practically pushing them out the door, before turning around to face him wearing a half smile, pushing hair out of her face. He was silently impressed by her actions. 

She picked up the clipboard to skim quickly his name and nodded.

She fixed the collar of her dark blue scrubs, and said, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He grumbled back, with a half smile that didn’t last long, “Look, baby, I know you mean well but I am fine.”

“You don’t look fine. According to my records, you were ejected from a plane.”

“Don’t pilots come and go here, being all ejected at one point.”

“Yeah but you were flying with Maverick. It’s a miracle you survived.”

“Yup. I did. Just give a order to take some medication and I’ll be out of your way.”

“I’m sorry. But you’re not leaving until I say you can go.”

“You’re a nurse, not a doctor, baby, I believe that’s—”

He was cut off by his own words when he met her gaze once again. This time, it wasn’t just her narrow eyeliner but a glare that pierced into his soul. He swears he might’ve just stuttered in front of her. He furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, thinking he was smart for that move. But he wasn’t gonna let her win that easily.

He cleared his throat, “Uh, um, uh—a-alright. I get it, you’re a new nurse, what? You’ve been here a couple of months?”

“More than a couple of months.” She said, rolling over a table with equipment to clean his wounds as she slapped on her gloves.

“Woah, hold it there, you’re not touching me.”

“Look, it’s just a small routine here. You will be in and out of here in a few hours or less.”

“A few hours? Nope, I got work to do.”

“Iceman and Slider are covering for you. You’re fine.”

“How did you…?”

“I know the admiral, Captain Martin. Now let me do my job.”

Once again she softly glared at him, after referring to his name in a professional manner. This time, it shut him up, letting out a huge sigh of defeat. He expected the handy work to harsh and rough, yet it was gentle and softer than he imagined. He barely felt the needle pierce into his arms when he gave her an infusion through the IV. He denied it at first, but then she reminded him that he lost fluids and nutrients when he crushed. 

With that, she started to clean the cuts on his shoulders and neck. She quiet when she did it, asking him every so often if it stun or hurt, as he answered her question with a soft ’no, I’m good.’ 

There was this awkward silence between them. The only sound being the paper from the table that held the tools she needed to do her job. 

“I see that you’re a test pilot?” She asked, breaking the silence, with almost a humorous tone.

He huffed breaking into a tiny half smile, shifting in his seat and replied, “Yeah. I think it was pretty obvious.”

“I mean, you’re a test pilot, how long have you been doing this?”

“Uh..8 years more or less..”

“And you got stuck as a Captain or was it a choice?”

“Huh..well yeah, I can be an Admiral. I should be one with the skills I had.”

“What change?”

“The workload, my skill set was a bit of a risk..wait why I am telling you this?”

She lightly chuckle and shrugged, “I don’t know. I just asked, sorry I didn’t mean to pry..if I did. You just seemed on edge..just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Well, it helped. Uh, thanks.” He added, giving her a small nod, “Didn’t catch your name, nurse.”

“Nurse Walker, Captain.”

“Good to know.” 

“Yeah..I apologize for my attitude earlier when I walked in.”

“It’s cool. No harm done.”

~~~

Jordan kept working on switching her technique as she stitched up his wounds and making sure the skin was given room to breathe as she did. He was silently once again impressed by her handy work and smiled to himself. Their small talk kept going as she asked him question on how his weekend went, what he liked to do, what he loved about his job and if he was any upcoming roles to fill in. 

At some point, a doctor came with medication to help with his pain and help him get better. He thanked said doctor with a nod. She even noticed his body language relaxed as he was talking about himself and his weekend. 

He didn’t even noticed, what she was doing in the beginning until he did. He actually appreciated it, she was calming him down to allow his body to regulate and start working with the medication given.

Yes, Echo saw him to be an asshole pilot when she first came in, she can’t blame him if she was in his shoes, he was tired and sore from his crash. He was only now getting treatment for it. She was thankful, he didn’t spat any harsh language towards her and more snarky comments. Wraith looked at  her brown eyes once again and half smile at her efforts to help him. It was probably the medication but he felt relaxed and at ease in her presence. He won’t admit it, but he liked it. Her might even like her. 

After the last 10 hours, he was more than thankful to be treated, it didn’t matter who it was. However he was lucky, he got her for some reason. 

It was his turn to break the silence as he asked, “How long?”

“How long, what?” She asked in return. 

“How long have you been working here..?”

“Ah, well, almost 10 years..well, it feels like 10 years. I only been here for less than 8.”

“So you were a nurse during my second year of becoming a test pilot?”

“More or less, yeah. But it feels like 10, you know?”

“I know what you mean. I most certainly know what you mean.”

They both released a chuckle at that point. As their laughs slowly faded, Nicholas gaze fell on Jordan once again as she gave him a soft smile in return. She won’t admit it out loud but he was handsome. She has been flyboys of all kind walk in and out of here, from hard grumps to hush flirts. Hell, she went on date or two with pilots, but they never ended well. 

Oh well, nothing she can do but try to let the wind flow in her directions, even if she wasn’t looking for someone at the moment.

Yet, he was somewhere in-between. She thought he was just trying to keep a cool head and  not let her see past the profile he was showcasing, either way she brought it.

He hoped she didn’t buy past the looks he was giving her. Yeah sure he was cool, calm and more so collected half the time, but after the last 10 hours he was a bit of wreck! And here comes this nice nurse treating him with respect and patiences, meanwhile he treated her like as piece of crap. He has been a couple of relationships before with ladies and gentlemen who was either made his day or ended in awkward smiles.

Either way he never put pressure on himself to find a partner of some kind. But he did hope someday he would bump into somebody who can deal with him. 

Giving thanks and apologetic wasn’t ever in his resume, especially with all the times he’s been lashed back, but he knew he needed to apologize sooner or later. 

“So you uh, must’ve seen a lot of weird shit huh?” He asked once again, in a softer tone that sounded like a whisper.

“Heh, yeah. I have seen officers, students,..admirals come in here. Sometimes, it’s for a tiny injury while in the building. Others, it was while they were on the deck.” She explained, almost as if she was remembering those moments.

“Really?”

“You would be surprise how many people come in here, because they hurt their hand by accident or cut themselves while doing paperwork.”

“Oh no, they are just being dramatic, at that point.”

That got another chuckle from his nurse. He even chuckled at his own comment. 

She chuckled shaking her head, “That’s just mean!”

“No, I’m serious! Half of them just wanna play doctor and patient, so they decide to fake an injury to see you guys.” He replied joking. 

“I bet you tried that before to see some cute nurse in high school huh.”

“Nah, not me. But my friends used to do that while in flight school. God, Cyclone wasn’t slick..”

She wanted to say something about him knowing Cyclone but decided to leave that subject alone for another time, if she got another moment with him. She wasn’t even sure that she would see him again. But knowing he was a test pilot, good chance she might wind up cleaning his wounds once again. 

She wasn’t mad about that though. She kind of likes Wraith’s asshole tendencies and odd humor, it made her smile a bit. She wasn’t sure if she actually liked him or it was just because he was her patient at the moment—maybe both? All she knew that she was very much willing to see him again, if the time is right, of course.

Nicolas half smile hearing her chuckle. He mistook her for some young newbie nurse who had no business serving him with any kind of care, but he was wrong. She was kind to him and willing to engage in conversation despite him being initially reluctant to do so. Hell, she was so beautiful, patient and in over her head here.

Again, he will blame it on the IV and medication for his calm demeanor but deep down he had a small sense of appreciation for her. He allowed him to open and relax a bit. 

Whether or not, he believed he needed that the moment. He secretly did. 

“Uh, Wraith?” She asked softly, removing her gloves.

The snap of her gloves pulled him out of his thought and back into the reality. He noticed she was throwing her used tools into the trash and blowing hair out of her face, with almost a concerned look on her face. Oh no wait, he was looking at her, with a concerned look. 

Did he say something he wasn’t supposed to?

“Wha—what?” He responded, blinking to face her once again, realizing he must’ve sounded sorta stupid.

She smiled and shook her head, “You uh, zoned out back there. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. We done here?”

“Yeah we’re done. But like I said, we will need to keep here a while longer and then release you later.”

“Oh, right, because of my crash..oh-what about Maverick? Is he fine?”

He realized he didn’t even mentioned his flight partner until now. Now he must’ve sounded inconsiderate in front of the nurse, but it didn’t seem to phase Jordan at all. 

“He’s alright. I had another nurse check on him. Thankfully, neither of you need any procedures, just bed rest in the medical wing and a lot of fluids.” She explained, “Can I get you anything before I go check on something?”

“..uh, heh-um, a water bottle.” He said, giving her a half smile. 

When she left, he allowed himself to throw his back against the bed and closed his eyes. Echo went on her rounds, checking on other patients, signing off on paperwork and returned with a water bottle. Matter a fact, she brought him a sandwich and a bag of chips on the side. 

He stuttered saying he didn’t need or even requested those thing, but she reminded him that he needed something in stomach. 

~~~

The rest of the day, Jordan bounced between her usual routine, having lunch, checking in patients and bumping into plenty physicians on the way. Her mind fell onto Maverick and his new partner in crime at the moment, something about him made her smile. It was probably his dark brown eyes or half smile, who knows?

She heard some doctors and nurses, quietly talking to themselves in hush tones about the new patients, one of them being Wraith. 

One of the nurses, Jody, teased her saying she was lucky to get one of the Captains as her patients as Echo rolled her eyes. Jody was saying that because she only saw his face, but wasn’t the one who met his tough tongue. The same thing goes for Maverick, she only seen his cheeky grin but not the words behind that face of his. 

The only reason both Captains weren’t grounded yet, was thanks to the Navy’s best guardian angels of their generation. It was a bonus that she knew them a little too well. She swears Iceman got a hell-a lot more patients that she does! 

Her mind wondered back to the stuffy-looking pilot from earlier. A soft smile creeped onto her lips as a reminder to check up on the man. Despite his initial resistance, she found herself intrigued by the enigmatic Captain Martin. 

There was something about his rough exterior that piqued her curiosity, something beneath the surface that hinted at a deeper complexity.

Wraith reclined on the bed, as his body tried to relax as he snacked on the gifted sandwiches, glancing over at the small tv in the corner of the room. He found himself wondering if his co-pilot Maverick was alright but he knew that man was in good hands, likely charming his way through his own medical treatment.

Somehow is mind wanders back to the imagine of the brunette nurse, Nurse Walker. He didn't watch her first name and despite his door being cracked open, he barely heard anyone say her full name in the halls.  

He wasn't one for hospitals or people in general, yet here comes this lovely patient nurse to make him comprehend his own thoughts, like he said before he found her rather pretty and kind, despite not admitting it out loud. 

He might've stammer a couple of his wording during their previous talk but now he was wondering more about her. 

~~~

Reaching around 1:20pm that same afternoon, Jordan returned after stepping out for some fresh air and going home to check on a package was supposed to be delivered that day. Somehow Amazon didn’t send her a notification, that her package arrived and it worried her if it got delayed in the mail. Thankfully, one of her friends Hazel, told it everything was fine. 

Jordan wasn’t one to sweat the little things too often but moments like that worried her, especially when she paid good money for a pair of earrings she brought on the site.

She found herself slowly opening the door to Wraith’s room to check on him. At that same time, Captain Martin was scrolling through his phone checking on any emails he missed while being here. 

He wasn’t one to check his emails very often but after looking over social media twice and on a small handful of phone calls with friends, as well as getting bothered by physicians. The thought of glancing over at his mail didn’t sound so bad, it helped that he was listening to music while doing so. 

He was listening to a couple of tracks from cinematic scores, along with some 80s classics another pilot recommended to him a while track. He half snorted at the memory of teaching a class that included some rather young students, who were singing along to Taylor Swift. He rolled his eyes at the class, but he couldn’t lie and not say, he enjoyed the artist’s music every now and then. 

He respected the talent and creative artistic storytelling musicians take ever since he was young man, doesn’t matter if the music was in English or even Spanish. He enjoyed it. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the door of his room slowly being cracked open, expecting it to be some other doctor or a random nurse ready to check his blood pressure again. He embraced for impacted, removing an earbud and sitting up straight, narrowing his eyes only to soften once he was met with a certain pair of brown eyes.

Nurse Walker walked in once again.

This time light blue scrubs, her pair was in a low bun and she seemed to change out of some jewelry she was wearing earlier. She half smiled at him, holding up a clipboard and a bottle of water. 

Neither said a word but after a moment she spoke. 

“Hey.” She said, taking a seat on the empty chair beside the bed, glancing down at the clipboard.

“Uh hey.” He responded, removing both earbuds turning to face her correctly, providing a small smile in return. 

“I talked to your doctors and nurses, it looks like you’re more or less cleared to go soon.”

“Good.”

“Real good. However it is recommended you rest when you get home, take any requested medication that doctor is given and..for the sake of all of us, please don’t go flying until said so.”

“I’m not Maverick or any of my students, doc.”

“I know, I know. Knowing the history here, some patients are ours sometimes tend to not listen and hit a wall way too early..you know what I mean?”

Of course Wraith knew what she meant. Like he said, he wasn’t like Maverick, some of his friend or even his students who take off on a joy ride once they’re feeling a bit better. When he was younger, yes, he would’ve rolled his eyes at the doctors and went out to have some fun of his own, but now that he’s gotten older, he more than understands. 

If he had to be honest, a couple of days of no odd shenanigans, simple teaching and rest at home sounded like a dream. He gave him a chance to catch up on shows he’s been binge watching on Netflix, read a book, take a long ass shower and even have some time for himself.  

A couple of second past before he responded.

“Yeah, yeah, I understand. I know exactly what you mean.” He replied, nodding. 

She softly smile, “Alright, good, we got covered. Your doctor would like for you to come in a couple of weeks to check up on things too, if that’s aright?”

“Mhm hmm, sure. I guess, I don’t mind coming in for a check up.”

“Good, is there anyone I can call to pick you up or you sign theses papers?”

Wraith thought about it, he knew Nurse Walker was trying to be nice here and it was part of the program to have someone come to make the patient heads home safely, but he didn’t really want to bother his friends. Beside Iceman already knew what was going on and already sent someone to wait for him at home. Probably one of his nieces or nephews were there waiting for him. 

Jordan waited for a moment, watching his face trying to come up with an answer for her. She knew most men like him act like lone-wolfs, not needing anyone to take care of them or not wanting to worry other because it would lead to a bigger deal to manage. Most pilots come in knowing they’ve been on their own since they were 18 time or lost a lot of people, where they don’t bother calling for back too many for help. So she gets that and wasn’t too worried, knowing Iceman had anything under control.

She looked over her shoulder then faced the tall latino again, as she said, “How about you just signed the paperwork? No need for someone to come get you.”

He paused for a moment and somewhat stammered, “..uh-you’re sure?”

“I’m sure. You seem like you can handle yourself just fine, right?”

“Right, yeah, th-that sounds perfectly fine.”

Jordan smile handing him the clipboard pointing to the spaces where he must sign as he nodded flipping a pen in hand and signing his name where needed. 

As he signing the second sheet of paperwork, he glanced up and softly said “..uh, th-thank you..for taking care of me today..”

“It was no problem.” She replied, giving him another soft smile.

Two short seconds later, he handed the paperwork and pen back, nodding silently. He hated the awkward silent, that was yet calming for whatever reason. He watch her flipping through the clipboard to double-check if everything was filled in correctly, making a couple of tiny marks as she went along. 

Wraith honestly didn’t know if he would get another chance to see her again this week and he wasn’t going to look like an idiot coming into the clinic to get a moment with her, by making a some lame excuse. He could do that but then again it would get annoying and he wasn’t going to risk his friends teasing him for it later. 

Suddenly his actions took the best of him as he mumbled his thoughts out loud, wondering if she’ll like to grab a coffee or something. Jordan looked up from the clipboard asking if he said something as he shakes his head ‘no’. She nodded, saying she’ll see him at the front desk for he can pay for his medical bill, that the navy usually covered. 

He watched her walk away again, as he let out a loud sigh. He covered his face with one hand and grumbled. 

~~~

Soon enough, he grabs his jacket and heads out to front desk flipping out a couple of dollar bills to pay for his bill, not before checking up on Maverick real quick. 

As he arrived, he notices Nurse Walker is there chatting with her colleague, before turning her attention to him. She smiles taking the moment to sign off on his day here at the medical wing, as another nurse takes care of his bill. Wraith takes a moment to slip on his brown jacket as his ears catches to someone calling Walker, the name Jordan, which caused a small smile to appear on his lips.

His nurses name was Jordan Walker. 

He thought about his tiny statement earlier about wanting to ask her out, yet as he looked around at the station and the long day he has had, he sadly decided against it. The man was literally thrown out of a jet and into another state just 24 hours ago. He was still pretty sore and tired, he wouldn’t be right. 

Not just that, his friend was still being kept here overnight due to the hit he took. He also knew he had a long meeting scheduled sometime this week to discuss his accident with Maverick. 

Even if he did ask decide to her, he wouldn’t know how to. Or if she’ll even expect going on a date with someone like him. He’s been though a lot in his life already and she probably has seen men try to do to the same thing before. He would probably another hot-shot flyboy to her, who will ask her out and never call again. She might as well reject him right then and there in front of her colleagues.

But a part of him wanted to think positive about this. 

Wraith decided he could do it some other day. Maybe he’ll approaches her, outside the medical wing or when he decides to check up on Maverick during visiting hours. He could strike up a conversation, try to be casual as he asks about her day. 

It could work. He’ll see what happens. 

With that, he thanked the nurses and staff at the front desk with a nod, giving Nurse Walker—Jordan, a small wave and left. 

Jordan returned the small wave, after dispatching his paperwork into a file and nodded to herself. She smiled softly, remembering the small moment of hesitation on his face before giving a small nod then walking out. She couldn’t help, but wonder what he could possibly be thinking about, knowing he must’ve had a busy week ahead of himself. 

Their whole interaction before he left was simple and pretty common like any other, however she could he maybe wanted to ask for something else. But she couldn’t figure out what it was, maybe he wanted to invite her somewhere? She knew some pilots tend to be cookouts and pretty much allow anyone to invite a plus one. Or maybe it was something else. 

Jordan spend her years here, not going out much as she rather stay home and watch a movie. However she never had anyone truly invite or ask her out before, unless she knew them as a friend. 

All she knew was that Wraith, despite his gruff exterior wasn’t half bad in her opinion.

She slowly finds herself drawn to her day with him, knowing he might be back for visiting hours with a friend or two to see Maverick. Or he might just let it be, never see her again until a further accident to leads to two to bump into each other.

Either way, she was somehow fine with it. 

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Ahh here it is! A new Top Gun fanfic 🎶 Please let me know what you think! Remember to like, comment and share for more

Idk if this fic should be pre or post tgm yet haha let me know what you think 💭

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Domme Lena Luthor x Female Sub Reader

Summary: you had been walking on thin ice from the moment you woke up, the previous night being the reason for the tension between you and Lena. She is strict about respecting her rules, and you definitely decided to break every single one in the last couple of days. Last night you took Lena to her limit, but she handled you coldly, taking you to your room for a sleepless and empty night. You want to push her even more tho, you want a reaction, the type of reaction you would expect from your Mistress.

Warnings: spanking, strap-on, size kink, kneeling, teasing, rough language, insulting.

Words: 2k

A cold, lonely and sad breakfast, that was what you were welcomed with as soon as you woke up. Looking down at the busy city, you questioned your actions but found nothing wrong… well, there was something wrong. Lena had been giving you the silent treatment since the evening before, ignoring your pity cries during the night.

She was usually more than happy to spare a couple of minutes to text you while she worked, but not today. Looking at your phone, you only found some comfort in your lock screen, a sneaky picture you took of her in one of the fancy restaurants she used to take you to.

A pale post-it note on the fridge reminded you to clean after yourself after having breakfast. But why were you supposed to follow the rules while she could do everything she wanted? That didn’t sound right. “Clean your own kitchen” your reminded her by text.

The tension between you and your Mistress didn’t go unnoticed even while you were going to work: your private driver was more than aware of the dynamic between you and Lena, and he wasn’t shy about asking questions about your relationship status. “We had a small fight yesterday, her fault obviously, I didn’t do nothing wrong” you repeated more to yourself than to him. “She is just being dramatic about it”

“This morning she looked quite guilty and worried to be honest, Miss”. Finally. She was about to give up.

The past month had been so full of work that she apparently forgot the special attention you need once in a while. She’s been coming home so late, just to find you asleep in your bed, holding her pillow as if it was her. There was no doubts she was feeling guilty about that, and you were kind of pushing on that sense of guilt.

You’ve been hitting her with the usual: “You forgot how to be a Mistress? Do I have to show you?” Or “It’s okay, I will fulfill my needs in some other way, I don’t need you”, but nothing seemed to upset her in the way you wanted.

Yesterday almost seemed like the day.

You teased her so much during her meetings, texting her naughty thoughts and naughty pictures, enjoying yourself a little on her couch, right in front of her macbook. Your fingers disappearing inside of you almost tempted her to stop everything and run to you. But that didn’t happen.

At the end of the night, the only thing u got was a fresh bruise on your arm. It took all your strength not to oppose to her while she was pushing you inside the bedroom, stopping all your fantasies with a cold “Go to sleep and don’t you dare do that again”

“Can you please take me to LuthorCorp? I need to talk to Lena” you asked the driver. Your work could wait, you worked for Lena after all.

People were not surprised to see you inside the building, it was like your second house. At the beginning of your relationship, you spent more time in there than you actually spent at your own house. It was a beautiful building, a little too white since you liked colorful walls. Lena’s office was obviously on the highest floor, she could see the entire city from her windows.

The elevator gave you time to breathe and to think about your next moves. You weren’t a brat, never had been one, but lately it seemed like the only way to have some kind of attention. “I hope she isn’t in a bad mood” you prayed to yourself, hoping for some needed contact.

When the elevator doors opened, papers were flying in the air, people were screaming and nothing was in a good mood, not even the heating system apparently. “I told you like seven times! I do not like those plans! Get out of my office!” She dismissed her assistant.

“Hello, Miss” she greeted you with her head bowed.

“Hello” you smiled with compassion at that poor woman.

You entered silently, sitting on one of the armchairs near her desk. You weren’t allowed there and you perfectly knew that, but you also knew that in stressful circumstances, you were welcomed. She was looking down at her screens, arms stretched forward and legs straight. She was wearing her usual work attire: black blouse and black pants, hair pulled back in a tidy bun. You always found yourself staring at her perfection, even if she reminded you yours wasn’t that different from hers.

Her face was so scrunched that her eyebrows seemed to be joined, her nose seemed slightly wrinkled, and even her lower lip couldn’t escape the clutches of her teeth. She wasn’t used to screaming at her employees, but stress could lead her to be a different person, a much meaner one… and you perfectly knew that.

“You should stop with that expression, or you’ll get wrinkles before you turn forty” you whispered loudly enough to be heard. “Too much stress will bring you nothing”

She slowly raised her face enough to send a cold stare in your direction, silently telling you to shut your mouth until it was too late not to face the consequences. “And who are you precisely to tell me what should I and shouldn’t do?”. A cold gust of wind seemed to break down your perfect hair.

At that point you could only do two things: apologize for your behavior and go back to the usual rhythm or keep teasing her until she gave in. The second option seemed like the only one for your needy mind, you couldn’t take another day without feeling her.

You decided to hit her with the one and only sentence she hated the most, the one that gave her a palpable sense of rage and lack of power: “Me? Oh, I’m definitely someone you do not own”

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor felt like the proof it was working. Wetness started to spread between your legs as soon as you found her standing in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She bent a little bit, just to be at your level. “If I do not own you, tell me why I have your naked ass with my handprints on it as my lock screen, tell me while I carry your little collar as a bracelet and please, tell me why I could easily go into your panties and find nothing but your nasty cum, you little useless petty bitch”

You were so desperate that you found yourself strangling a little moan as she stared at you, waiting for your next move. It took you a minute to recover, but your answer wasn’t late to arrive.

“Well, you haven’t touched me or anything in a month, so I guessed you didn’t own me anymore”

You were ready for everything, you have been preparing for a month. In her office there was everything you needed: the paddle, the cane, whips, chains.. everything you would have liked her to use on your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” she sighed reaching for the other armchair. “Work has been drowning me into a never ending spiral of nightmares and overthinking. I noticed you were asking for attention, but I couldn’t give it to you yet, not with a full head. Come here…” she patted her lap, a small gesture you were waiting for.

You happily sat on her lap, finally feeling her warmth and smelling her strong powerful perfume. God how much you waited for those simple sensations.

“I’m sorry Lena”

“Lena? A month of zero discipline made you forget I’m not one of your peers?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress”

“That’s better”

She lowered her head until it was on your shoulder, smelling your skin while thinking about what to do next. A part of you knew she had to go back to work, but the other half hoped for different things. She made you stand up to reach her computer, only to close it with a swift movement. “We are going home, I think you relaxed for a little too long… work can wait”

The smile on your face was enough to tell her she made the right choice.

The ride home was the happiest you’ve ever been in a month: soft music playing, her right hand on your inner thigh, the sunlight and the warmth only a happy environment could bring.

You enjoyed her silence, she was getting ready for what was coming next. She needed a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts and her ideas. “We haven’t done something in a while, you want soft or hard? It’s completely your choice, I do not expect you to own me sex or whatever you want to do already, we can start soft…”

“You perfectly know what I want, Mistress”

“Then I do not want to hear a sound coming from your mouth until I say you are allowed. You will do what I order you to do, and do not complain, you are not in a good position already, do not make it worse for yourself”

“Yes Miss”

“You know what sweetie?”

“What?”

“You can start your punishments by cleaning the kitchen, since you had fun this morning”

Of course she read the message.

When she opened the door you followed her orders while she sat comfortably on her couch, crossing her legs and observing you carefully. You loved her eyes on you, she made you feel like the strongest yet weakest person in the world. It didn’t take long to clean what you left that morning, but knowing you could be on her knees already was thrilling you a lot.

“I’m done, Miss” you said reaching her on the couch.

“Kneel”

You fell on your knees, desperately waiting for more, thriving attention for your poor neglected body. You were careful to kneel right in front of her expensive shoes, a beautiful pair of shiny Louboutin.

“You are even more perfect like this”

She pulled your hair so hard you didn’t even have time to realize she was taking you to your bedroom, harshly handling you like the toy she repeated you were. “Just a fucking toy”

She asked you to take off your clothes until you were fully exposed to her sight, right on the bed in front of her. She handcuffed you to the bed headboard, giving you no time to complain or resist… you wouldn’t have done it anyway, you waited too much.

“I counted every single hateful, disrespectful and rude text you’ve sent me in the past days… around eighty five if I remember well. Let’s see… should I give you the same number of… I don’t know… ruined orgasms? Spankings? Slaps?”

“Whatever you think it’s the right choice,Miss”

She turned you around with a swift movement, interlacing your arms almost painfully. You felt the pain before the sound, her hand coming down on your ass time after time, again until you started crying and panting for a break, a break that didn’t come.

Your ass was covered in bright red handprints, giving your skin a nice shade. “It hurts, Miss” you cried.

“Does it?” She replied sarcastically.

Before you knew it, she disappeared in the dark walking closet, coming back with one of your biggest strap on and a tube of lube. “I guess you don’t need that” she laughed helping you on all fours. “Look at you, pathetic”

“I can’t take it”

Well, she didn’t care a bit.

She fucked you mercilessly, reminding you of who was in charge. Every trust was enough to hit you in the right place, making you see stars every time she entered you.

After what it seemed hours long, she finally let you come, giving you what you have been asking for. You fell on the bed, limping body, you felt a cold washcloth being carefully pressed against your back and your neck, softly washing away all the sweat from your hard night.

“Thank you” you whispered while she removed your handcuffs. “For everything”

“I wish you would brat more often sweetie, I had fun” she smiled laying beside you.

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Steve Harrington with Head Trauma Fic Recs

one of my favorite Stranger Things tropes, here is a list of Steve having head trauma and/or suffering from migraines.

as always this list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own  discretion! :)

Misjudged Your Limits by kikisifi13 - Rated T

"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else. Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that."

After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying. 3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do. Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide.

TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting

Odds and Ends by kikisifi13 - Rated T

The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday. The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine.

basically the kids thought his migraines weren't a big deal, and now they DEFINITELY do hehe well, with a little help from Eddie and Robin. and Max. she knows what's up.

So Let It Out And Let It In by fangirlandtheories - Rated T

"Steve and his Dad get into a fight so he instinctively seeks out Eddie, only realizing too late that he's in the middle of DnD night with the kids, forcing him to be vulnerable in front of them." Anon request from Tumblr. *** “Hey, Steve, you’re kinda freaking us out dude.” Mike was slowly rising from his seat as he watched Steve’s eyes start to flutter. “Why’s your voice sound like that?”

medicinal by peaktotheocean - Rated T

 “I’ve got a friend who is having a ton of migraine issues," Robin blurted out. Eddie's head rose to look at her. That was a new one. "We heard weed helps. Any truth to it?” She asked hopefully.

Uncle Wayne always used to joke that Eddie was too curious for his own good. Eddie just never thought he'd agree with the assessment while selling weed to Robin Buckley of all people.

Sticky Notes by voidpacifist - Rated M

"It's the only music I can hear," Steve answers honestly. Something soft passes over Eddie's face at the admission. It's not pity. Steve saw pity in the librarians eyes as he and Dustin and Robin checked out all those books on ASL. Steve knows what self righteous sympathy does to a person's face, and it isn't doing that to Eddie's. No, Eddie's expression is maybe closest to understanding.

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Steve's hearing was already dwindling on the precipice of "not good" after his run-in with Billy Hargrove in 1984. Less than a year and one Russian interrogation later, he loses the totality of his hearing in his left ear, and most of it in his right. To help himself readjust to a world with minimal sound, he starts seeking noise in a way he never expected to — by attending Corroded Coffin's performances at the Hideout.

Eddie wants to know what the hell is up with "King Steve" suddenly showing up to his shows. His questioning doesn't go to plan, and instead he lands himself an unexpected new friend.

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pre!S3 —> post!S4

 yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter by yellowmarshmallow - Rated M

There were only so many times someone could hit you in the head before you got lasting problems. Steve found that the number was about three.

But now Robin and the kids insist he should look after himself, and with Eddie making it his mission to make sure he does, Steve isn't sure he's in a place to argue.

Maybe being loved isn't so bad.

Stuck in My Head by schrijverr - Rated T

Between Jonathan, Billy and the Russians, Steve’s brain has taken enough damage for it to be permanent. He tries to deal with it, but with the Upside Down coming back, he can’t keep doing it alone. So, he confides in Eddie, the most unlikely person, but the only one who doesn’t yet count on him to be strong. The secret gives them a bond that helps them grow closer together as Eddie has Steve’s back and shows him he’s worth something.

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This week for some reason has felt so heavy. Elections aside, every single thing of media i see reminds me of DOTH to some extent, I wasn't exaggerating when I said this fic has literally rotted my brain. Recently I've been on transformers because of the new movie and remembered how in one of the shows there is an arc where a very important character loses his memory and is manipulated, which reminded me of how this was a trope in several shows and how I literally hated it because of all the anxiety it generated for me even to this day, no kidding, that rabbit hole reminded me of my most recent case: Code Geas! Which I just remembered, it's the most similar to Doth!!! At one point in the anime the main character is captured and taken to his father, who alters his memories in order to use his intelligence for his benefit, and not only that but the one who captured him is a character who is supposed to be a good person, but his beliefs of what is right end up doing more harm than good. And yes, I also wanted to punch him so hard in the face because I was so angry!!!!

The point is, I hope everything gets better in your life so you can post more often and I can get on with my life, because i need It so much.

Btw, I decided to watch the Simpsons Halloween specials and on the 2020 one they have a sketch about the elections and at one point they show the things Trump did in his term and My God!!! the man didn't change at ALL!!!! Some things he said he might as well have done them yesterday!!!!

I just looked it up and oh geeze that is actually eerily similar to what I have in doth.

For legal purposes I have never watch Code Geass and knew absolutely nothing about it before this ask; I actually confused it with Code Lyoko a lot as a child. All similarities are coincidental.

Like dude Trump has been a dipshit for so long his ridiculous assholery has been cemented into American pop culture. Like, was Back to the Future big outside America? Biff Tannen was literally a lampoon of Trump. This was thirty years before he ever announced his presidential run. He's always been an absolute joke until he stepped into the spotlight at the exact moment the alt-right movement needed representation, and they latched onto him to play out their fantasies of owning women and killing brown people.

And he's actually gotten worse since getting out of office. The anger of being rejected and the stress of maybe going to jail is doing a number on him, but he also legit has dementia. A lot of people think he's had a stroke as well. The other night he mimed fellating a microphone during a rally. People accused Biden of having dementia but like-Biden's stuff is all pretty typical old people stuff. They forget things, they mix up names, they hit their limit and are kind of nonfunctional until they get a nap. That's just what happens when you're 81. Sexual behavior with absolutely no care to its appropriateness is textbook dementia shit.

I'm really sorry to you and everyone else who isn't American and has to listen to me talk about the election endlessly. Believe me when I say I would much rather talk about turtles. I'd like to say the political posting will stop after tomorrow, but this isn't going to be over for a while.

Please vote if you haven't already, guys. For real.

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i’m doing a hunger games simulator of @zoe-oneesama 's scarlet lady au! the game is under the cut, but be warned: SPOILERS AHEAD. some of the characters are spoilers for the ending of the comic!

due to the tumblr image limit, this has to be two posts. here is a link to the reblog.

here’s our cast! the gang’s all here, except for king monkey. he didn’t get an sl redesign so i cut him. fun facts: marinette is here 4 times, chloe 3 times, and adrien and sabrina are here twice each. this gives them better odds than everyone else, but only time will tell if they win!

chat noir kills queen wasp and fenice while literally everyone else everyone else runs away! what an unexpected start!

ultimutt kills HER OWN TEAMMATE. everyone else just kinda attacks and stalks each other nonlethally

queen wasp, fenice, and minotaurox are dead. with 2 kills, chat is in first place! for now.

MARIGOLD KILLS CHAT NOIR? girl! that's your teammate! what is wrong with you and ultimutt, you were supposed to be on the same team! oh, and maotif kills multimouse. as cats often do to mice

viperion spares his sister. that's nice. aspik kills ultimutt, which means her team is wiped out, since she killed her own teammate last round.

maotif strangels blue blood, which is exactly what i'd expect to happen in this scenario. ryuko kills koki marina, asserting herself as the better reptile

5 deaths today (chat noir, multimouse, ultimutt, blue blood and koki marina.) district 9 and district 11 are wiped out! there's only one chloe remaining in the game. maotif is now in first place

vanisher kills viperion while everyone else just kind of hangs out. marigold thinks about winning! i believe in her

purple tigress kills fox trot! sabrina talks to herself

2 deaths (viperion and fox trot.) district 3 is now eliminated. maotif remains in first place

scarlet lady kills aspik and herself through sheer incompetence.

mayura kills comousiner! wait, weren't they cudding yesterday? what a tragic betrayal.

with the deaths of aspik and comousiner, districts 5 and 10 are eliminated. but despite the death of scarlet lady, district one is still in it! maotif is in first place for the third day in a row!

ladybug kills pigella after she refused to kill anyone. good job sticking to your morals, rose. rip

everyone hunts for tributes, in interesting teams

with only pigella dead, not much has changed. maotif is STILL in first place, with a now four-day streak.

ladybug strangles ryuko! red on red violence.

THE FEAST! ladybug falls in a hole and dies. mayura kills pegasus. vanisher steps on a landmine.

marigold kills mayura and caprikid kills purple tigress! what a deadly day it's been, with 6 deaths.

rip ryuko, ladybug, pegasus, vanisher, mayura, and purple tigress. this marks the end of districts 7, 12, and 6. maotif is now tied with marigold for first place! there's only four tributes left, and half of them are marinette.

that's nice.

huh. vesperia dies of hypothermia, and maotif dies of infection, which is not how i thought someone with a five day winning streak would go out.

vesperia's death ends district 1, and maotif's death ends district 4. only caprikid and marigold remain, and marigold is in first place, with two kills. there can only be one winner... but which one will it be?

oh. that's anticlimactic.

i hit tumblr image limit, so here's the reblog with the placements and stats and such!

[rottenwoodandwiltedsunflowers]

#149- Waffle

Very very very very long time no see. I suppose the imminent end is making me revisit this blog and my regret about not documenting more of my time with the show is pushing me to sit down and make the time among my very busy life.

I'm not sure this is going to be as long as some of my older posts but I do want to document some of my shows from yesterday (Jan 14 Early) for my own memory.

149-Jan. 14th Early

We are old and well, old now so we are buying Oz's tickets because when you are out of town and have limited shows left you want to maximize your time. I've never minded queueing up an hour early but the time now is getting ridiculous. Once again, old now. Not lining up 2 hours early in the cold. Walked in to Maderley to find Vivian Fairchild which was comforting. It's is ALWAYS nice to see other long term familiar faces in the building. Also found some old familiar friends in the white masks and it felt all the more like coming home.

Once I hit the inside of the show I quickly decided to follow Bret's boy witch. Objectively, I think Bret is among the strongest dancers in this newest class. I haven't followed a boy witch for a whole loop in years. I like Bret's performance. He is really fun when he gets to play with the audience. His duet with Jeff's porter was fantastic! He commanded the scene and bullied Porter around with ease. His hair is getting a bit longer and I didn't really realize at first that he pinned it up with bobby-pins. I was the only one to follow him up to 4 and I found myself smiling as I watched him pull the pins out 1 by 1 and toss them on the stairs as he ascended. I really enjoyed his pool table solo. He laid on the table almost seizing as his legs repetitively hit the table. You could see him loosing control. He took a nice lunge off the corner of the table at a white mask before Speakeasy stuffed him in the box. I also loved how Micheala sniffed around the corner of the room like an animal as if she could track him down with her nose.

Going into the rave (and it's something I noticed during the first ballroom) I was really appreciating this asian witch trio. Starting my love affair with the show over a decade ago, it was painfully obvious how white this show was in its casting. Back then there were only a handful of POC in the cast and not all at the same time. As the parent of a Korean daughter, I'm so glad that the representation in the cast has gotten more diverse and I think it was the first time I've seen a visibly asian witch trio. It was such a wonderful evolution of the show to witness. When he had the goat head on, Bret climbed/jumped on the pillar and hung there. Loved it! In his post rave scene, he seemed utterly drained. It was a monumental task to even dress himself. I helped him with his shirt at his request and God bless a boy witch who doesn't hand you pants to help with! As he finished up he suddenly took off into a full on sprint to the stairs. I watched the banquet from the mezzanine and noted Kritsen's nurse. Filed that away for later show reference.

I had totally forgotten the dance he does in the light after he moves trees. That was a total surprise. When we made it up to the lobby for witches 1, it was pretty packed. There was an audience member who was standing in the middle of the scene so that was obnoxious to watch. People are absolutely obtuse. You are not going to get something special by making the actors work around you during their scenes. By the time Macbeth arrived the crowd was so dense I couldn't see so I snuck off behind the end of the lobby desk and watched from the corner.

Bret’s lip sync was so spot on. Much like his shower scene, at the end he kind of shy down for a second. It’s like he needed a moment to reset before drifting back to the lobby desk. After retrieving the tissue from Porter, he had me wipe tears before returning the tissue to the Porter and with a final glance at him, we were off to the phone booth. I never follow boy witch so it’s only the second time I’ve had the 1:1. Objectively, it’s easily the most overrated and anticlimactic 1:1 in the show. Bret did great but I do stand by that statement. We headed back down to the ballroom and I watched him pin his hair back up to start the cycle again.

From there I followed Duncan for a bit. At the top of the show I watched Duncan trying to figure out who it was. I was still thoroughly confused up until the end when I left and checked the cast board. They seemed familiar but I couldn’t place them. After looking at the board, I realized it was Gino Grenek! His dances were A+. I love when Duncan is so engaging the even watching him uncover clocks is captivating. So many beautiful moves and backbends. You can see the drugs working their way into his system throughout the whole scene.

Ventured up to the 5th floor eventually (like I do...) to find Jess' Matron. It was one of the most interesting Matron watches I've had in awhile. Sometimes I just enjoy creeping on the Matron through the creeping hole. You know the one. After every 1:1, Jess sat in the chair and had a visible moment where she needed to pull herself back together. Once I watched her wipe her tears. I was wayyyyyyy too delighted by her cutting tiny mazes with tiny sewing scissors. It pleased me to no end. Like tiny, tiny 1"x2" little maze pages. Utterly delighted!!! She put one down on the windowsill and left it there for like 5 minutes. When she went to go do the chalking I absolutely swiped it. Fair game I think. It was only when I got home the next evening that I took a much closer look at it and realized it has the fucking Grandmother's Tale written in tiny, tiny pencil on it. She must have written the tale then cut the maze design and I will NEVER recover from this discovery.

She headed out and did the chalking and when I looked up for the nurse, I saw...Jenna? Where did Kristen go??? Watched their scene and was invited in for tea afterwards. I took a lap around some of my favorite 5th floor spaces. It's something I find myself doing as my shows wind down. I so desperately want to hold onto those spaces after the show is gone forever. Found Jenna's nurse and quickly realized the show must be coming to an end and it was the last mirror dance. Stayed with the nurse and matron until the finale. As we went down to the Macbeth's bedroom, I looked in and saw Kristen as Lady Macbeth. Guess that explains what happened with nurse.

Some honorable mentions from this show include Omri and Steph T tearing through the hotel lobby first loop on their way to the banquet. They created quite the ruckus as usual but Omri went over to the hotel lobby desk as Jeff was hiding in the phone booth and slammed down on the bell several times before yelling out a crazed "HELLO!" I really enjoyed that choice, it made me chuckle. Steph then grabbed his arm and yanked him to the stairwell. Also, perhaps the most important news from this show...RED LICORICE IS BACK!!! This is not a drill! I'm not talking that bigger red licorice that taste like wax or the one they had for awhile that had a white strip and tasted sweet like sugar but like gross sugar. I'm talking circa 2015 red licorice! Remember right after the shutdown. I, like plenty of others, was like- "it's probably good they don't have unwrapped candy anymore. Not super sanitary to be eating candy 400 other people have touched." I at like half that jar between my 2 shows and if I get covid...that's a risk I'm OK with. It was worth it and it tasted like McKittrick 2014. NO REGRETS! That's about it for show one of the day. Go enjoy some licorice if you are there (assuming they restocked it because I ate it all).

[speedywithadhd]

anon who said you were doing terrible here, please accept my apology

I’m sorry 😭😭 it was supposed to be funny. you’re actually amazing 💙 since you hit the post limit at 3 yesterday, that was my attempt at being funny

sorry for any misunderstandings, you’re actually my favorite (don’t tell anyone else)

OHHHH WAIT OH MY GOD I GET IT I GET IT.

Did you know

I did hit post limit

For one minute

[evolvingbeautyandmess]

USUAL DISCLAIMER: so these blog posts are dictated by a speech to text via my cell phone and involve minimal editing at best. Part of that is due to spoons but also that's just the vibe of the blog. Also I don't know why Google censors curse words but they do

That said today has been messy. And I have to say I'm kind of struggling at times to post in this blog and really honor my own self-imposed rule of this not being a diary.

But at the same time sometimes when you're going through a lot of s*** it's can be kind of hard to not just emotionally vomit when people ask you how you're doing lol

And that's kind of where I'm at. By being mindful of this I can choose not to emotionally vomit on people lol but at the same time though it's not very comfortable to talk with people and make small talk and pretend that things are not on fire. So I've been trying to find a balance but also limiting who I talk to and also being aware who I talk to. Can they handle me in this frame of mind? And if they can't let's not talk today. Another time.

basically the proposed mask ban in Nassau Long Island was passed yesterday and the punishment for even wearing a covid mask is up to $1,000 fine and up to a year in jail.

And the reason why I find difficult to not emotionally vomit after sharing that tidbit is that it just makes my head cave in a bit because what the f*** is going on we are currently in a surge in covid cases.

But I'm going to stop there and instead I'm going to try to focus on what I need to do to keep myself from drowning. Because there is a statewide bill in New York and if that goes through that could really fuck up my life and my newly regained freedom. I only got a proper wheelchair after 7 years and not having one in december of 2023. So it's only been like maybe 6 months. So this hits deep (and different) for me.

But at the same time though it's very easy to get stuck in something. To get stuck in these thoughts I can't believe they passed the mask ban and what's going to happen to the statewide Bill and it brings up all these feelings about covid disability erasure and everything for years you know and it's very easy to kind of get stuck in that and almost repeat that over to yourself in your mind and not even being aware that that's what you're doing that. (stuck in a negative thought cycle)

So my intention is to stop doing that. My intention is to also acknowledge that while I will be taking action in the future right now I'm at a point and the movement we're at a point where we will take action in the future and together there's a sense of community in this but not today. And when things are as chaotic and kind of traumatic. I kind of hesitate to use that word because I feel like the word triggered and trauma are so overused and wrongly used that what I say it one of my concerns or anxieties is that supposed to take it the wrong way. For example I don't mean oh I'm triggered by pineapple on pizza but really what I mean I'm just really bothered by it I don't like it. That's not triggered. But this is another post.

The truth is and it's very important to hold space for this is that systemic ableism is f****** traumatic. It's normalized but it's traumatic at the same time.

And because that is the case it can be horrible to do nothing to just sit with things and wait to take action. It's the activist urgency that can come from when the oppression is triggering for you and or when you are drained as an activist or both. But what's very important to remember is it there's a difference between taking effective action that benefits the movement and taking action that's purely just for your own catharsis that isn't necessarily effective and out of panic. And if I cannot take action right now and I can't for a variety of reasons one I'm more of a burnt out place but also I need more information I'm waiting here more information then I have to not take action and sit with that feeling hold space for that feeling. And it feels horrible but that's what has to happen.

Because I can tell you to keep taking action that's truly based for your own catharsis, the relief from the activist urgency, but it doesn't happen so you try more and more and more things till you feel like you're screaming into the void with no response or acknowledgement. it's not effective for the movement and you know that, it doesn't feel right, you feel that deep down but you're not going to be aware of that in the moment, and so it's never enough. Because what you're looking for is that catharsis and sometimes that's just not going to happen.

So what do you do because you have a sense of urgency you have these triggered feelings and I don't fully know but I do think one thing that I am working on is feeding my soul and kind of trying to hold space for everything and it's a lot to hold space for and it feels crappy but to not do that is not working either.

So for example when I made my lunch today I put extra effort into it so it was extra tasty thankfully this happened it was grocery day so I had to do that I have food to do it with you know I took a little photo and I shared it. now keep in mind this is not like everything okay now this is not going to compensate for everything. There's nothing you can do that will compensate for all the f******. It's really all about lessening your own suffering (even when you're in a place to do so, find joy)

And I wrote another post and I started several posts in my head for this blog but I did not share them because part of me is like you know what I don't want to work on getting through this. I am tired of having to work through the weight and the emotional burden toll of systemic ableism. Because this s*** is not a fluke. And I understand that about myself because I'm tired of having to do this this and it is hard getting back up but at the same time staying put and staying in this reactive depressed place (opposed to being mindfully sad) is not working for me so it really comes back down to how can I lessen my own suffering and how can I feed my soul

And you know what? I don't f****** know lol. I want to know I will have it all figured out with the truth is I don't know. But I will. I will find ways of feeding my soul and lessening my suffering of which I am deserving of. And the more I accept that and stop trying to like fast forward through things or Force things the less s***** I feel and the less tense I feel and the easier it is to be in the moment. And that does feel lighter. Not great but a lot lighter and I'll take later because things have been feeling pretty heavy right now.

And it makes sense that things will heavy right now because things are f****** heavy and weird and not fun weird bad weird. What the f*** is going on weird. But not everyone is openly expressing how they feel about it and that's because people deal with in different ways and also this is impacting people on different levels and different ways. We're not all in the same life. And so for myself because if the statewide ban goes through then will I have to segregate myself from the rest of society again? I was stuck in my apartment for 7 years. Not everyone has had that same experience so it's not hitting people at the same way that's hitting me. (and there are ways it is hitting people that I am not feeling but it wont impact me in the same way as it will for them) So it makes sense and that not everyone's going to be feeling it the same way I am.

Also some people have hope. And honestly I love that for them (said sincerely). I want that for myself. And it's not that I'm hopeless that I have zero hope but also I'm scared and I'm angry. right now hope is NOT my dominant feeling. I need to dance in my apartment and rage in a constructive way. maybe lol.

That's where I'm at and those are my intentions. I think again by focusing on how can I lessen my own suffering and how can I feed my soul in a constructive way because I don't want to harm myself. I get enough of that from the system. I need to show love to myself. So by doing those things things will feel lighter and then also when it is time for me to take action I'll be able to do so from a better place rather than from this raw drained empty place where I'm not really contributing effectively to the movement.

[jardaddy-a]

JARDINAE FOLLOWING LOVE LETTERS FOR NEW YEAR ! This post is dedicated to my beloved mutuals , consider this as a belated Christmas present , New Years Greeting &&. a thank you . This will be under a read more because of chibi-esque art &&. long messages for people , miss Reine Surrealis talks a lot , ok ? ok ! To my newer mutuals , hopefully we can interact more next year , thank you so much for supporting this original existencial mess !

Thank you all for supporting and writing with my OC Universe / World . I wish everyone a Happy New Year and a better 2023 !

@serpentsexile / @bellusnymphine - Angel Dior Demiurge my belovedest ! Bestie , I can't believe that we've been friends for 4 ? 5 ? years ! Tumblr is where the three of us met those many years ago and we've seen each other's lore and characters . It feels like yesterday when Envy was brunette, to blonde to sable-haired , to the white haired destruction daddy we know and love today WWWW , you also watched Jardin / Natura / Existencia develop over the years and we hit each other with our angst . You're my literature buddy , YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE . WE'RE TIRED OF ROMANCE WE WANT DARK FANTASY AND MURDER /JJJ , we always plot unhinged threads and exploration and i really love studying in-depth characterization with you . You also influenced me in many ways in writing and in spiritual world-wise . i'm super blessed to have met you and welcomed you into my life . I deem you and Rose as my platonic soulmates / siblings . We better make that cottagecore dream happen / SRS . Anyways , I know life is terrible but just know that I'm always here for you and when you need me , I'LL NEVER JUDAS YOU BBGIRL, WE RIDE AND DIE AND GET HATED BY GROWN MEN / CHRONICALLY ONLINE TWITTER KIDS FOR BREATHING . Anyways , Invidia / Envy is best destruction God and Hydrangea is best bimbo princess , my reprisal OTP . I'm still flabberghasted over how long its been , i still remember our first interaction being two of our lead characters : Invidia and Marigold , how far these two have gone . I am excited for your creations and what you will make in the future . I want my signed limited edition copy of Reprisal once its out , ok ? Anyways , I love you bestie , Happy New Year .

@lexpape / @laxmaisonxdieu - ROSE MY BBGIRL MY BASIL , pleASE COME ONLINE MORE / J . You're always busy and you always get fucked over by Alistair literally . I love spending random times with you when you stay online and rambling about random shit and we literally kinassigned ourselves as Sunny and Basil , You gon help me hide dead bodies fr <3 BYEEEE . Either that or the three of us just laugh at cringy shit together , it's our favorite pasttime <3 . It's endearing how bullyable you and your characters are <3 /JJJJ . But you're so funny and for what , but I admire how sweet and hardworking you are . Invite me to your wedding , bestie . Whose ? We'll find out ! LMAO . You inspire me a lot and I miss your presence and your furries , bc of you i'll force myself to tolerate furries :(((( , come back to us girliepoppp BYEEEE . Let you know that I'm always here for you and I miss your ocs and characters , when are you gonna update your lore , Angel and I are always waiting for food . One day when we finally crash at the same place , cook for us , ok ? I always wanted to try your cooking . I was supposed to draw Alistair too but fuck him , this isn't about him . I love you bestie , Happy New Year !

@sangdelune / @theircurse - STELLA !!!! ILY STELLA !!! I still remember several months ago I came across your promo and said ' oh worm , someone who write children very well ! ' and hit that follow button so hard . BUT STELLAAAA we've known each other for some months and we only really started to dm a lot when we finally exchanged discords , but our convos have been so fun and ofc bc canon is so terrible to Misha and Yumeno , I have decided that Jardin / Natura canonically adopts both of them &lt;;3 I care for you a lot and Alice and you two have been the sweetest and funniest companions ever . I hope to write with you more next year bc we did promise these two will interact with everyone in Jardin LMAO . But I super love your interpretations of these two kids , they feel like your characters now and I'm excited for your upcoming oc multi . ONE OF US ONE OF US !!! Anyways ILY and Happy New Year !

@embxllmer / @kunsttgalleriie - ALICE ALICE ALICE ILYSMMM !!!! We've been friends for months now , My fellow IDV Player and Joscarl Enjoyer . We both share the love for Joseph and Aesop and getting annoyed with toxic players <3 . Thank you so much for listening to my long ass Existencia Lore and I love your Historia Gallery lore so much and your characters , I cradle them in my hands . Tysm for keeping me company even on times you're super busy with work and school . We talk about Joscarl / Naibemma IDV in general , we ramble , rant , and share lore . I feel super connected with you and I feel super blessed I managed to meet and Stella this year , you two have been like gifts on my tumblr return . Thank you so much for being my friend and I want to spend more years of friendship with the two of you !!! Wait for me guys , i'll be kicking in Germany one day bc of the health care !!!

@imarahuyo - SOPHIEEE , you're one of my biggest insps and fellow peenoise . I admire you so much when I see you on dash , and i cackle during our discord chats . your writing is so artistically poetic and i love your interpretations of canons esp miss sen , i love miss sen sm , i hope the gacha gods finally have mercy on you and you get her in your next 20 pulls ! your writing & metas are so beautifully articulate so i can't wait to see you more on my dash . ( your commission is still halfway done so take this offering for now while you wait <3 ) . i hope to write with you more next year !

@crxstallium - SERIN ! ! ! Another big inspiration of mine , I love miss Crystal so much you have no idea . I love the silly moments we have on discord , and Crys really kicked in the gates of Jardin and bothered this supernatural found family and became Mimosa's sugar baby/JJJJJ . One of the best female ocs ever , I love your writing style your prose is so well-thought out and constructed that it takes me an hour to reply to your threads because of the :sparkles: QUALITY :sparkles: I hope to interact with you more & your other ocs and canons next year &lt;;3

@vibraea - CLEFGA ! Gemiya is another favorite female oc of mine , I love how you made her so flexible in any verse and scenario and she's always a delight to see in my dash and I love that she's just welcomed by Jardin and meshes well with a lot of my characters . I love all of our threads and I'm excited to write more with you in the future .

@terraeferae - KENNIE MY LOVES !!! Like Angel and Rose we've been mutuals for a long time now BYEEEE . I am loving the new and improved Wildlands ( pls post more metas on your blog i'm especially waiting for those ) , I drew Maiko beloved ( I owe her i recall when I got sick I'm so sorry it took so long <3 I'll draw better fanart one day . ) Hope to write with you more soon !!!

@fxtelism - We've been mutuals for a long while , you're a comfort to see on dash ! ( i dont think you remember me from my very old blogs , and i hope you don't ! LMAO we erase that cursed memory . ) I appreciate Alice's friendship with Venus sm , I hope to write with you more soon and have more of our ocs interact !

@aesthetiquement - Hi bes , you think you've seen the last of me ? Hello my labs and fellow peenoise too HAHAHA Thanks for being my textmate minsan bes . I love Meisha sm and our rambles and shitposts on dms , hope to interact with you more next year ! Bless Miss Meisha for tolerating the slowburn Knight DnD addict and my theiving British Dressmaker .

ADDITIONAL MESSAGE : @dcmure , @khaloymes , @phantasmaw , @londonfallen , @wonderloste , @spiritwhispers , @nulltune , @purewhiteprophet / @acandlelitdeath , @aceparagon , @sheyearns , @sapphiresands , @gainsflora , @earthssprout + everyone of my mutuals !!!

If you're reading this , I just want to let you know that you're one of my biggest writing inspirations and your presence on dash makes me incredibly happy ! I hope when the days get hard and you doubt yourself . Please be reminded that there are people who support you and your work and that your presence will always make a single person happy ! Keep doing what you enjoy doing ! I hope I have the pleasure to see you more next year and we get more interactions . I wish you all a happy new year and I hope 2023 is kinder to all of us !!!

[ohthehypocrisy]

Post Season musings

Phew, I still can't believe Season 3 is over.

For those of you who don't know, I wrapped up Season 3 of my Pokemon Unite posts yesterday, and posted the Season Finale featuring a potential EX license for Zygarde. The Masterpost for Season 3 was also posted yesterday, you'll find it here. (Also, quick aside, I wanted to put in a short description for each one, but I ended up hitting the post text limit. I had to publish it without descriptions in order to fit within the text limit. I hate how empty it looks, ugh)

While I'm here, I can talk a bit about my experience writing Season 3. I'll try to make it brief.

In the Season 3 Masterpost, some of the posts are marked with an asterisk (which is this thing ->*). These are the pokemon that were wedged into the Season out of order for one reason or another.

Ditto was one of these spontaneous additions due to a sudden flash of inspiration on my part, as well as Uxie, Mesprit, & Azelf.

Ogerpon, Tatsugiri & Dondozo, and Palafin were added in to give the Season some Paldean flair, since it was lacking in Gen 9 representation. Ogerpon was a bit more deliberate considering the Teal Mask DLC had just been released around that time.

Wobbuffet was originally a scrapped pokemon, until I was inspired to rework the moveset into what it is now. I mentioned this at the end of the post.

Speaking of reworks, Luxray had a total overhaul of moves and abilities before it was published. Tropius was even supposed to be an All-Rounder before I changed it. Magnezone had a bit of retooling before it was published. Other than that, the other posts mostly retained their attacks and effects.

There are plenty of pokemon in the Season that many would call 'mid choices' and to that I say 'How dare you'. I know there are fans of Cacturne, Exploud, Castform, and especially Cradily out there and I know that they would enjoy the idea that other fans of pokemon want to see them added to Unite.

That said, a lot of these pokemon were victims of my egregious backlogging of posts. Some of these drafts were over half a year old before I finally published them. I won't deny that I was clearing out a bit of space...

At the start of the season, I had mentioned that I had plenty of posts finished and ready to go. This was to give me time and space to publish the Season posts in a timely manner. This lasted up until Obstagoon when I ran out of time and I didn't have the next post prepared.

I had to skip a week a few times just to give myself more time to finish these posts, which I didn't enjoy. I tried to keep these skipped weeks to a minimum, but it was really draining.

In case you're wondering, I'm still not all that settled in real life at the moment. I'm not exactly unemployed, but I don't have a lot of time to myself anymore. I don't regret working on this Season, but I am looking forward to an extended break on my end.

Now, as for the upcoming Season 4, I did say I'm gonna take a break and focus on other things. I will still be here to post about Pokemon Unite, make some more polls even. Maybe I can even get my creative muscles working and propose a short thought experiment. Who knows what'll happen from here on out.

I will be taking more time to get Season 4 ready, though. I want at least half of the drafts finished and ready for publishing before I start again. First things first, though, I need a break. Of course, knowing my hyperfixations, I'm probably gonna make more posts for more pokemon in the meantime. I can't help it, what can you do?

Until then, I'll be leaving you all with this hint for Season 4. Here'es a sneak peek at peak. Make sure you follow for when Season 4 comes out.

See you in the future...

[petite-ursus]

I was on facebook yesterday and my "on this day" from LAST October 21st was me saying "she left the dogs outside overnight," which was the ex, of course. She left Meisha and Kira outside overnight after we had one of our big final blowups. She had just gone public with the person she had been trying to lock in while still fucking around with me... but didn't TELL me that, actually asked me for $800 for her cats tooth the day prior. I went to her facebook page that same day and SAW the photo of the two of them and was mentally like "oh, she's never going to stop using me, unless I make her."

I put my foot down, went on my first date since we broke up (and only date for like... another 6months after that, it was more of a Statement,) said no to the money (sorry Regis) which she only didn't have because she was putting all of her own money into her passion career (something I could no longer afford to do, covering for her) and love bombing the next person. I refused to continue sleeping in the library and not my own bedroom. I'd let her have the bedroom initially because I just wanted away from her. It was her bed in there and the other room she could move it to in my home didn't have a door. Since she was supposed to move out within the next two months after our breakup I'd been willing to let her have the room for that time if it meant the anxiety and stress would be done. But then, of course, by October, it had been MONTHS at that point that she was saying she was moving out and then Not Doing It. (April to OCTOBER, guys. SEVEN months of bullshit.) That day I told her no more and she screamed and screamed and I still said no, and eventually I closed the bedroom door and went to bed.

She claimed the next day she let the dogs outside and then was just So Tired from our fight that she forgot them. You know, implying it was actually my fault she forgot them. If I hadn't said no to her we wouldn't have argued and she wouldn't have forgotten them. :) It was basically the final straw for me. The new person, with no therapy, indicating she believed the violence and abuse she showed me were, in essence, my fault and having nothing intrinsically to do with her. The animals... You know. Fuck around with me, I'll give you a decent amount of empathy and I was already pretty much at the end of that allotment as it was... Fuck around with my animals... find out immediately. There is no allotment.

I remember how horrified she was that I posted about it publicly. I had hit my limit. There are other statuses from that day of me just going Off. They're huskies. They could have just as easily have been gone by the next morning, and she didn't care. It was a microcosm of how she actually "cared" (didn't care) about me and what was important to me, at best and at worst was willing to actively endanger my animals so she could throw a fit. She cared about what I provided her... not me. She could ask for almost $1,000 from me for her cat, and then seriously endanger my animals the next day and be most concerned about her reputation being negatively impacted by her own actions when all was said and done. God I was so mad. I'm still angry about it.

All last week I was having anxiety that I left the girls outside after I'd left for the day/night. I've NEVER done this to them before, but my brain was just Locked On to that anxiety. I have messages from me to my dad while I was doing the audit at work verifying they were inside. I didn't make it to dancing on Saturday and messaged my brother about it. I couldn't understand why it was hitting me so hard. GOOD. GOOD to know the body DOES in fact "keep the score." LOVE that.

I genuinely... don't know anyone I personally dislike quite as much as my most recent ex. I've talked about it, and part of the experience of undergoing this relationship is I've had the opportunity to reevaluate other relationships I've been in. Like, I didn't leave my last relationship with a man feeling warm and fuzzy towards that man... but god he would have never forgotten the girls outside. He just wouldn't have. He forgot me a few times (lets not romanticize) but he wouldn't have intentionally stood me up. He left when he was particularly upset, but he wouldn't ever have screamed at and terrorized me in a car.

It's something I am grateful for, coming out of last year... I know what love looks like and what it doesn't look like better now. Even love I don't want looks so different from something that isn't love at all. Which seems obvious... but I'd never been with someone who wanted me but didn't love me before and they look very similar at the start, love and want, but they end much much differently. It's... good information for a writer to have.

Now I'm just yapping but... between those two there were two women I dated briefly, but with more significance than like a one-off first date... That woman Amanda (anyone remember her? did I yap about her here?) All that woman wanted was to be in love and she was full of real love to give. She was someone who could find love in the person across the table from her and really feel it. My qualm with her was it didn't seem to matter who it was with, if they were in front of her and willing to fall in love back and I was so the avoidant one there. Was definitely not in love myself in that situation. She showed up at my house, sent gifts and I was disturbed, to put it plainly, by that level of interest from someone I considered little better than a stranger. Through some snooping... in the little over two years since her, where I was with my ex, she got married... which was very clearly what she wanted... Genuinely that made me happy for her, the same way I'm happy for the ex boyfriend... because you know... love was the goal for both of them, it just didn't match with me properly, and more love in the world is never bad...

I wouldn't be with any of these people again, but I learned so much from all of them... I am really grateful to get to keep learning. Uhm. I'd really love... if next time though... no one forgets me places, or shows up at my home in the middle of the night, or stands me up, or screams at me, or leaves me in the middle of a fight, or sends me strange serial killer-esque cut-out letters... Uh. Just like. The sweet spot between those would be... ultra sick.

[thecryptidprincess]

I got hella scammed.

This is a long ass thread so strap in, folks.

So, two weeks ago I was looking for apartments on every website possible to find a place to live in New Hampshire (so I could be closer to my boyfriend and find a better job and, y'know, eventually get a car so it would be easier to find a place to live together and all that jazz) so I found this neato little place on Craigslist. It was within my budget so I reached out to the person who posted it and they seemed legit. We have multiple email threads going back and forth discussing the apartment, and I was like cool I'm in. I signed the lease (it was an extremely legit looking lease), sent payments for rent and security via PayPal, and renter's insurance, and was supposed to go see the place yesterday on Sunday and get my keys and I thought I was all set.

Well, this is where the realization comes in. The person wasn't getting back to me after Friday, wasn't telling me what time to go view the apartment, so on a whim and a gut feeling I went over to where the apartment was. It was nice, but then a nice man came out of the building and was talking to me about why I was there. I told him why, but I didn't realize I gave the wrong street number when I was talking to him. He went to walk his dog and I checked the lease again and realized that man I was just talking to came out of the unit of the building I was supposed to be viewing. I'm feeling a lot of things at this moment. The man comes back and I tell him what I've discovered. Turns out, this guy I'm talking to is the ACTUAL LANDLORD of the building and he lives in that unit on the property. I'm upset. I'm almost on the verge of tears and he talks to me about what I should do. He's nice enough to give me a ride to the police department and I report the fraud. I'm crying in the police department, of course, but I have all the PayPal information as well as a Chime Bank account number with a name attached plus email on email on email of correspondence I've had with this supposed "manager" of the property. The police are now investigating the crime since the amount of money I sent makes this not a misdemeanor, but a fucking felony.

I get back on the train to get back home, and I'm feeling like I got hit by a truck. I lost my job, barely was working, I have more credit card debt because I can't even pay my credit card off and I have late medical bills, and now I'm scammed out of so much money that my dad helped with because he wants me out of my current apartment due to the abhorrent conditions and amount of rent I pay.

I went to the bank this morning to tell them of the fraud, HOWEVER, due to the way the payments were made there is limits to what the fraud department can do to get the money back.

I feel so lost. I feel so unmotivated. I've been kicked so many times while down these past month I can't even see a dim light at the end of the tunnel. I can't afford food. I can't afford to pay my bills. I've hit the lowest point of my life, and I don't know how to keep going. I'm feeling so many different emotions. Sadness, anger, shame, guilt, just...everything. I just wanted one thing to work out, and at this point, I don't know how to make things work anymore. It's been a shit time.