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At 1hr 21min:

Started typing... Kept typing lol here you go, natemac interview recap:

Nate still has to go train at sid's gym

So nate makes batherson come to his gym

Vail camp: used to have them, paused for covid, better and chill, no one knows them (tried them before in toronto and montreal), not busy. Training at 9000ft. Afterwards do treatment or golf.

Attendees: mcdavid, marner, sid, skinner, hall, tysbarrie, matty tkachuk, bennett, hanifin

McDavid: i don't see him much, I've gotten to know him thru these. I'm like a kid watching him, it's just fun

Matthew Tkachuk: "and he's doing his thing 😂"

Cale's wedding: "i shouldn't say a showman but when he gets into his moods he's a fun guy. likes to dance, have a good time, when his wife's around, definitely loosens up more and it's just the boys around"

Went to Wimbledon this summer. Did not wear a top hat

Lighter recovery training both this and last summer: just trying to take miles off his body is key. Light gym days "is that it, Andy?" But feels good now

Cale: "first nhl game, aggressive and calling for pucks, to do that at 19yo is impressive. The confidence that he has. Quieter off the ice. Super sure of himself on the ice. He's special. He'll be the best defenseman ever"

A bit about why he works with his sports psychologist and will always continue working with her "we're so dialed in on our body, why is no one taking care of their mind" "the minute you think you're good, you're not"

Is offended that "ball hockey players claim nhl players can't play ball hockey. is that true?" ("I've rollerbladed my entire life!!") (I need to see fanart of that btw pls ☺️)

Idiot boys tell him it's on feet not on rollerblades (chiclets cup talk "what is the chiclets cup?")

Nate asks who the best ball hockey player in the world is. Answer: "nose face killah" "who?" "he looks 20x uglier and a big nose" and Nate responds "so he's got like my nose" they all compliment his nose😌

Nate redirects the convo to roller hockey

On sid's $8.7: in July he told him "you're not gonna sign for 8.7 are ya c'mon. and he was like ahh idk I'll see" he's taking less to be team friendly

Sid still grinding in the summers. While Nate had his recovery summer he looks like a joke in comparison to sid

The pressure of being captain for team canada for upcoming 4nations & Olympics must be part of what's driving him

"he doesn't look 37 in any way" Yandle: he doesn't have any kids. Nate: must be it! Must be the key

Landy: feels like 10yrs when he last played and lifted the cup. Misses him

Mikko: "he's shockingly big. Says he's 6'3", seems like he must be 6'5". His head is this fuckin big"

"old school. Stretches for like an hour a day. The most flexible guy"

Avs "get so many national games. Know we're not the biggest hockey market but mikko should get more recognition. Super underrated"

Cal ritchie: he did the whiffing thing at vail camp. Everyone thought he whiffed and then he did it again. Nate tried it to do it today, can't do it. Awed by what the kids can do

Nate can't do the Michigan either

His trainer has trained a lot of downhill skiers, you have to be fearless, so training in the pool relaxes your mind. Keeps mum about what he does in the pool. No he does not wear a speedo😞

Lehky's dad vs. mikko: "mikko had a 4 or 5pt game, was fired up, said that to media, then apologized to lehky like 3min later. They're really good friends"

Went to Europe this summer: no one really knows me in america, especially there. Like being off grid, wake up to no texts bc of time change, super relaxing

Was tempted to go to worlds last season (omg what!!!!) avs were out 2nd round. Sid was bugging him and schenner about it (biz: "if you go I'll go kind of thing?" 'Yea")

They were all going to go but nate pooped out "played 105 games, lost to Dallas, was devastated"

Cogs: met him thru Andy at vail. Lit up when it was brought up about trading for him in '22. He is management now. Around the rink, always in the gym, hands in his pockets, walking around, talking to guys

"isn't he good at impressions?" "Yea he's a great storyteller he's so good"

"the league is evolving really quickly right now so it's good to have a bridge" like cogs who recently played bw team and mgmt

Communication is better in the league. Players aren't terrified to talk to GM like he was as a rookie when seeing sakic. Thinks it's important for players to know where they stand. Old school players think fear can be good, yea sure, but you can't scare ppl into playing well for over 8mos, 82 games. Prefers this new way

Mitts: super comfortable, quieter, came to a team where he knows nobody, he looks great, expecting an awesome year from him

Faceoffs: lmaaooo still saying he needs to practice that. Hurts his wrist when he practices them. Needs to be around 52. Was at 46 last season

No league bonus$ for winning the Hart

MacKinnon Crunch cereal released in 2021. It was frosted flakes + he picked the flavour, he liked it! (I NEED TO TRY THIS)

Tim hortons: sidnate want to do an ad with marchy where he messes up ppls orders and they sit him down to teach him what to do (omg they're coming up with sketches lolll) "Marchy needs to be nicer on the ice to be more marketable" 💀

Bedard: hard worker, on the ice 1.5hr after everyone, ice is so snowy can't even move on it

Preseason games, re: all these preseason injuries: doesn't agree with veteran rule (how many mandatory games they have to play) but important for prospects and rookies, you need to be able to evaluate them, they can look good in practice but different story in games.

For vets, you want to play hard, show a good example "played one last night, lost 6-1" and" you see the doughty laine injuries and it's like i could throw my season away for a glorified practice essentially is all it is"

"You're in your game jersey but it doesn't mean anything"

"it's a fine line, i like playing them, 1 or 2, i don't need 6"

Teams are making $1-3mil per preseason game (probably only leafs habs etc)

Listens to a lot of podcasts, likes learning (about self-help, longevity, recovery, nutrition, etc), always has since he was a kid. Liked going to Popeyes (nutrition supplements chain store, like GNC) with his dad looking at protein powders etc lmao

"idk I'm just into it. Definitely love learning, there's a lot i don't know. I feel like a dummy listening to these guys"

Asked about "policing food". He laughs. Omg the laugh is sooo lmaao. On whit saying rumours of him strangling lehky last season for eating a snickers "nooo. Stop it. Stop it. That's not true. (*laughing! laughing!🙃 *oh we are having fun!*)"

"Trying to mellow out a little bit. Definitely see some shit i get mad, try to keep it to myself. ... Eat what you want but when you're at the rink ... I just think the least you can do as a pro athletes is be in shape."

On how nhl of the past, players would be drinking pepsi in-between periods: "a little sugar during a game isn't too bad, it's all good" (i swear his voice is different at this part bc he is internally combusting😂)

4nations/team Canada: Wants McDavid & Sid 1c/2c. Doesn't think they've played wing, doesn't want them to

Himself 3c or wing. Has played wing at other national events. Doesn't love left wing. Prefers right

"should i tell sid to play wing?" Paraphrased: you're Ted Lindsay & MVP, still at his gym, you gotta get something out of this

"he could be 50yo and I'd still slide over" 😏

"nova scotia line (sid, nate, marchy) would be pretty cool at Olympics or this feb (4nations)"

Marner: "he looks awesome... You hear all this negative stuff and then you get on the ice with him you're like how could anyone be negative about this. Admire how good he is, bc ppl chirp him a lot. Him and McDavid were flying around together in Vail"

[kanmom51]

A couple of words

So...

JK is with JM.

We all know that.

It's a fact, no matter what those that have their panties in a knot say, or more so, what they would want.

These assholes (you know who I'm talking about) can argue about it all they want. They can squirm and twist and scream and pray, but at the end of the day facts are facts.

JK and JM chose to enlist TOGETHER, through a process that has them TOGETHER, in the same unit, in the same base. Not same duties within the unit (the military utilizing their individual strengths), but all the same, at the end of the day they are TOGETHER.

It makes me laugh how there are those that still argue they aren't placed together, and then there are those that have obviously come to terms with the two being together in one unit (well not really, but have no arguments left as they keep being proven wrong), that now they have shifted their argument to the two not sharing same bed or quarters.

Like, haven't they had enough already? It's just so exhausting.

This incessant need to disprove what these two mean to each other. They are both in the military serving their country. A military that deems sex between two men (while on base, as limited by the supreme court) to be an offense punishable by incrassation. Are there queer men in the army? There most certainly are. Are there men sharing quarters and/or beds in the military? There sure are. JM and JK being in the military and as such being assigned to quarters by their superiors... would them sharing quarters or a bed add or take from what they are and mean to each other? It's stupid to think it would. Serving together is their choice. Being able to share quarter or a bed, well, that would not be entirely up to them, even if that would be a choice they would want to make.

I hope I am explaining this properly.

Bottom line is, they might be sharing quarters and even a bed, but even if they aren't, it doesn't take from what they are to each other or mean to each other, and it most likely wouldn't be by their own design.

What more do you want? Really? Would a selfie from their bed do it for you? Perhaps a shirtless one? Maybe a kissy kissy selfie? Not gonna happen. Not to prove a point for you, in any case. Oh, and btw, we did get many selfies from them in the past.

Same bed, shirtless, very suggestive ones as well. Didn't convince you then, and I am sure it won't convince you now either. You will always have a stupid excuse or explanation why it's not what it is. Just like you do now...

Seriously, the depth of denial at this point is past annoying. Because, no matter what you think about the state of their relationship (and by now you all know my take on the two of them, partners in long term relationship of course, but there are still those having a hard time to commit to it), you have to be an outright idiot not to see or understand and internalize that these two are together at this moment by choice (as no other member of the group and with no other member of the group). They have told us and shown us time and time again what they mean to each other, and this here is them telling us oud and clear that they couldn't go through these 18 months of military service apart from each other.

And yesterday it seems like JK had some time off from his very busy and laborious duties. Or, he chose to spend his couple of hours of rest between meals to go online and for us to know he was online. He actually seemed to have spent quite a bit of time on TikTok following a few more accounts and liking some clips.

He liked some Hobi clips (for his upcoming documentary and album), liked a couple of Fri(end)s' clips and he also liked JM's #thisisJimin dance clip for Closer than this.

JK chose to not only like it, but to comment on the clip as well:

An explanation perhaps? You know, for not liking this earlier, as he did JM's previous #ThisisJimin clips? And understandably so, given the clip was released 21 December 2023, seeing that they were both doing their basic training at the time.

And maybe this is a coincidence... maybe it isn't (you know what my feelings are about those Jikook coincidences), but this happening on 24 March 2024, exactly 1 year from the release of Face.

Idk man...

I gotta remember this is JK we are talking about here.

Same day as this was happening too.

Not saying a damn thing here...

Or am I?

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Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

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[runa-falls]

can you do “did i say that out loud?” with marc

congrats on your milestone btw!!

summary: marc sees you all dressed up for once.

a/n: thanks for sending this in!

marc | jake | steven

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marc huffs as he fixes his tie for the fifth time, glaring at himself in the mirror. khonshu and sekhmet have the two of you attending a gala because apparently, there's a rich asshole who needs to be taught a lesson.

he doesn't understand why the gods are insisting on the aristocratic party when they could just catch him at his mansion or in a nearby alley.

he steps back, scanning over his appearance. his suit fits awkwardly.

he doesn't own one himself, so he had to choose between steven's ill-fitting professor-esque set or jake's playboy black-on-black tux. they were both shoved to the back of the closet, for obvious reasons, and of course, marc didn't think to check for an outfit until the night of.

marc grumbles as he adjusts the tight crotch, cursing jake's haughty fashion choices. at least he was able to find a white undershirt so he doesn't look like a complete asshole at this thing. he needs to blend in, not make a scene by flashing his tightly covered bulge...

lifting his left wrist, he checks the time. 6:10. you should be here soon.

he looks back at the mirror, running his fingers through his hair to keep his curls nice and neat.

"relax, you look good."

jake.

his day of silence didn't last as long as he hoped.

"didn't ask." marc walks over to the entrance of the flat where his nice shoes sit. god, those are going to be a pain to fight in...

"c'mon markie, you've been getting ready for an hour and a half...that's longer than stevie during his self-care days!"

"hey! saturdays are important for keeping our curls healthy and reseting our skin's ph for the upcoming work week!"

"what i'm trying to say is that our brother is desperate to get all prettied up for his warrior girlfriend."

"she's not my girlfriend."

"oh right, i forgot, you 'hate' her." the sarcasm is so loud as jake's words bounce in his head. "you're acting like we're not sitting front row to your longing stares"

"whatever. i'm just trying to look rich and put together since i'm going to be in a crowd of billionaires." before jake could make another quip, there's a knock at the door.

marc finishes slipping on the shoes and opens the door.

his eyes nearly bug out of his head. there you stand in a floor length gown that perfectly hugs your body without being overly tight. he's never seen you like this, all dressed up, it's completely different from you're usual battle armor that makes you look fierce and cunning. you look softer...beautiful.

"marc?" you've been standing there for about a minute, waiting for him to invite you in for a drink before you leave, but he's just been standing there, staring at you like you're a hippo that has escaped the london zoo.

he looks handsome with hair pushed back and a hint of stubble on his face. the fitted tux accentuates his muscled figure, especially his biceps as he holds the door open for you.

"damn..."

you suppress a blush and just offer him an amused look.

"not so bad yourself, spector."

"shit, did i say that out loud?"

"didn't realize you had the hots for me like that...is that why you're always an asshole to me?"

he rolls his eyes playfully, "no. i'm just an asshole because you're an annoying brat."

he opens the door further and steps out of the way to let you into the flat, and somehow, you still brush against him as you enter.

"...an annoying brat that you like~" you whisper teasingly.

"shut up."

[kafus]

the epic conclusion to The Freakylocke™

recently i did a hardcore nuzlocke of pokemon firered but with an extra gimmick layered on top to keep me invested: naming all my encounters after my friends, randomly chosen by spinning a wheel of names whenever i get a new encounter. this is not the same as a "friendlocke" as popularized by saltydkdan if you're aware of that btw, my friend's don't roleplay the pokemon or pick what they do, i just livepost my playthrough with my friends and they get to feel like they're involved and it makes it a semi-social thing, which is fun for me. i did one of these in emerald last year with friends from a specific group chat with "club" in the name that i fittingly called the clublocke, and this time in firered i deemed the playthrough the "freakylocke", based off of a running gag in the group chat of friends i named my pokemon after this time (the likodot server!! hi guys!!) tbh if i keep doing these i should really think of a name for this Type of nuzlocke but i haven't figured one out yet... anyway

i did not actively livepost the freakylocke on tumblr because i already had my hands full liveposting it on discord to my friends in question! but the ending to the run ended up being so much fun that i wanted to do a retelling of the E4+champion here to memorialize this run lol

so! after NUMEROUS hours of grinding, i finally got the whole team to level 60, which is the level of lance's highest leveled pokemon, and was ready to take on the E4. my copy of firered is in japanese so for convenience's sake, i've edited these photos of my team taken before the E4 to have the move names in english

a little more detail about the team: first off, they do all have hold items. frosty (frost in-game because frosty didn't fit the JPN character limit lol) the charizard has charcoal, bibi the golem has leftovers, zur the persian has a spell tag, motsu the jolteon has a magnet, mari the gengar has a twistedspoon, and vee the lapras has a mysticwater. multiple of these can be obtained easily, but i had to grind for the magnet, twistedspoon, and spell tag off of wild pokemon that only had a 5% chance of holding them, which was a bit of a nightmare lol. the spell tag had enabled zur to sweep sabrina (barring her venomoth which i swapped out for) by just clicking shadow ball, the twistedspoon was necessary for some damage ranges for koga with gengar's psychic, and i grinded for the magnet before the E4 because motsu's special attack was um... shit. i was making up for the minus special attack nature, careful lol

second, it's worth acknowledging that i half picked this team based on what encounters i thought i had that were strong, and half just because of emotional attachment, ESPECIALLY in the case of zur the persian - for some reason i got super attached to using persian during this playthrough and i was DETERMINED to get him to the end alive, even though persian was definitely not the most optimal pokemon for the job lol. i could go on about my move choices on these mons, but i'll spare you and let the upcoming fights speak for themselves, aside from quickly mentioning. Yes i put explosion on golem. ideally i wanted to go deathless but i figured it could be useful in a pinch if i was driven into a corner.

the first three members of the e4 were uneventful and i made pretty quick work of them, even with motsu's terrible special attack missing some thunderbolt damage ranges on lorelei's water types, forcing me to send out vee, lol. but when things really got heated was during the lance fight. at this point i was playing on my ds capture card to share my screen to my friends, so i have clean photos! (the layout is leafgreen themed, it's something i made literal years ago, i was too lazy to make anything new lmao)

one thing leads to another and i'm staring down lance's ace dragonite with frosty the charizard on half HP. my team at this point is incredibly healthy as i've maneuvered the battle well so far, but now i'm in a bit of a dilemma, because this dragonite has outrage AND hyper beam, both very powerful moves that will definitely get the KO on frosty if i leave him in, and to make matters worse, since both will KO, which one out of the two lance picks is random, so i can't accurately predict what he's going to do. i need to ideally get vee in to use ice beam, which should be a 1-shot, but it's risky... if i wanted to play fully optimally, i would scan my team for which member i would need least during the champion fight against blue and sacrifice them to get a clean swap into vee, but... i'm still dedicated to wanting to beat this E4 deathless at this point, so i decide, okay, vee is bulky, they can definitely live a hyper beam or two hits of outrage, i just need lance to not get a crit

and you won't believe what happens next when i hard swap into vee!

lance uses hyper beam on the switch and GETS THE CRIT, FAINTING VEE IN ONE SHOT... the reaction in the discord chat speaks for itself LOL

so at this point i'm kind of panicking since not only do i have to somehow make it out of this fight against lance's dragonite, i have to get out of it healthy enough to still handle the champion fight against blue, of which vee was my answer into his blastoise so that's. not good. and to make matters worse, while staring down my options and verbally reasoning out what i should do, i ACCIDENTALLY PREMATURELY SEND OUT FROSTY!! I LITERALLY JUST PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTONS BECAUSE MY HANDS WERE KIND OF SHAKY WHILE TRYING TO OPEN THE SUMMARY SCREEN SINCE I WAS INVESTIGATING WHETHER FROSTY (THE PERSON IN THE CHAT) WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE DRAGON CLAW 2HKO 😭

my one saving grace is that dragonite is now in hyper beam recharge, so now that i've accidentally sent out frosty i'm able to fire off a single dragon claw for free...

and it's not even a two hit KO 😭!!! so the dream of just outspeeding dragonite and 2 shotting it with dragon claw is in the dust now and i have to make some tough choices.

ultimately, i decide frosty could potentially be too important for the champion fight to let them go down, and i decide to switch into bibi the golem... my thought process was, i definitely needed bibi the least for the fight against blue, so if dragonite picked outrage and bibi went down, i would be able to get a clean swap into something that could take on the last of dragonite's HP, or if dragonite picked hyper beam, bibi would tank that like a champ on account of resisting normal and having high physical defense, and be able to get a free hit in during the recharge turn.

i send out bibi holding my breath AND...

LANCE CHOOSES HYPER BEAM!!! YES!!! and HILARIOUSLY it was ANOTHER CRIT, but bibi still shrugs it off like it's NOTHING

so now i'm in one last dilemma: i have two options here, taking the KO with a super effective rock slide, or taking the KO with an incredibly powerful explosion. rock slide seems like the obvious choice, but the issue is... it's only 90% accurate, and if it misses, bibi definitely dies next turn, and living the hyper beam would have been for nothing. on the other hand, explosion ensures the battle is won, but bibi definitely dies, in that case. i'm excessively indecisive on what to do so i ask my friends and their answer is pretty damn clear

so i click rock slide. AND!!!!

BIBI, THE ABSOLUTE CHAMP, LANDS IT!!!

bibi clutching up against lance lets her not only live another day, but it means that i get to fight blue with a team of 5 instead of 4 or even worse! ...this does NOT mean the blue fight is going to be free, though.

blue's team is actually pretty threatening at this point, especially without my lapras to tank blastoise's potentially rain-boosted hydro pumps. before jumping into the fight, i think very carefully about my options, but ultimately my prep work amounts to taking the charcoal off of frosty and giving them a chesto berry, just in case i have to hard swap into exeggutor and take a sleep powder, so i can one-shot it with flamethrower easily in that scenario.

my lead is pretty straightforward, i just take out pidgeot immediately with thunderbolt from motsu.

next, blue sends out Rhydon. i debate on what to do for a moment, since obviously i need to swap out, but i'm unsure if rhydon will use earthquake or rock tomb - if EQ 1-shots motsu, it will definitely use EQ, but otherwise there's a huge chance it could use rock tomb since the gen 3 AI loves to use moves that lower speed if you currently outspeed them. ultimately i realize with a quick bit of thinking that there's no way EQ doesn't KO motsu, even from full, so i send out mari the gengar on it, who has levitate and takes no damage from it, letting her outspeed and fire off a massive psychic attack into rhydon's pitiful special defense

unfortunately not pitiful enough for Mari to get even close to a 1 hit KO, forcing her to take a rock tomb in the process. but despite the speed drop, she still outspeeds and is able to take out rhydon with another psychic on the next turn.

out next comes alakazam and i decide alright, i can handle the rest of this fight without gengar, and i don't want anyone to swap in on the obvious upcoming psychic, i don't have any mons that can tank that... so i decide to sacrifice mari

...but then blue just... goes for future sight??? LMFAO so the hail mary hypnosis that i clicked just in case something like this happened fires off and actually lands!

this massive luck plus some lucky sleep turns allow mari to take out alakazam with two consecutive thunderbolts, leaving her alive when blue sends out arcanine next... but she takes the future sight damage at this point and is left too low to survive a flamethrower from the arcanine, which outspeeds her because of the rock tomb speed drop from earlier... ultimately, mari is still sacrificed. but taking out alakazam was a MASSIVE help, she performed amazingly

my next move is fairly straightforward - i send out bibi the golem who can survive any move arcanine tosses out and KO it with an earthquake (something i couldn't have done as easily if she fainted against lance!)

unfortunately, this brings in the pokemon i was afraid of, Blastoise, and considering bibi is weak to and doesn't outspeed both of blue's remaining pokemon, blastoise and exeggutor, there's no reason to preserve her life over getting a clean swap into another pokemon, so i let her go down to a hydro pump.

MASSIVE salutes to bibi though, her surviving hyper beam during the lance fight and landing the rock slide against his dragonite pretty much saved this run. coolest golem ever

at this point, i have just motsu the jolteon, frosty the charizard, and zur the persian remaining, and even though motsu cannot get the 1 hit KO on blastoise with a thunderbolt, even with the magnet item due to their pitiful special attack, it's still the most obvious choice to get guaranteed damage off, so i send in motsu and use thunderbolt. at this point, i'm pretty relieved because i've essentially won the fight - even if motsu faints from a hydro pump (i'm unsure if they can live one or not), the thunderbolt will get enough damage for zur and frosty to clean up the remainder of his HP, and then frosty can 1 shot exeggutor with flamethrower like planned. but, there's still a little more left to this story...

motsu actually does live a single non-crit hydro pump on the red, so they're able to finish off blastoise with another thunderbolt, leaving blue with only exeggutor. the answer is obvious - if i just swap into frosty right now, i can win the battle instantly, not even risking getting put to sleep because of the chesto berry i put on them before the fight began. BUT...

remember how i said i was really emotionally attached to my persian? i'm overjoyed that zur was going to live to the very end like i wanted, but they also didn't get to do anything in this fight and i thought that was lame. i knew they had spell tag boosted shadow balls which were super effective into exeggutor, so surely they might be able to take it out instead of frosty, right? and beating blue's final pokemon with a persian in a hardcore nuzlocke was HILARIOUS in my opinion.

this is in addition to zur using shadow ball being a running joke during this run; back when i fought sabrina, i mentioned this before but i was able to grind for the spell tag and 1-shot all of her psychic types with zur, making the fight super easy... and back when i was liveposting that to the discord server, my friend babs said this in response to me making a typo on shadow ball

zur "blasting bals" became a running gag from here on out so it would be ACTUALLY poetic for me to finish this run with a shadow ball. i HAD to try.

issue: motsu's special attack was still GARBAGE and the bite i used (a special attack in gen 3 as a reminder, all dark type moves are special there) to get some damage on exeggutor first wasn't enough to ensure that zur could follow up with a clean shadow ball knockout. my friends were encouraging me to send out zur anyway, but i really didn't want to because it could go south so fast and if zur DIED in the champion fight i'd be REALLY UPSET. but THEN. i REMEMBERED.

ZUR! HAS! FAKE OUT! I JUST FORGOT!

and so, with a combination of the free fake out chip and the spell tag boosting shadow ball's power, zur is just barely able to ensure a KO onto blue's exeggutor, winning the fight and the entire run, resulting in maybe one of the funniest nuzlocke end screens ever (to me at least)

and that is how i managed to beat the freakylocke despite some terrible luck while taking a massive risk against lance LOL. this file is no longer in "nuzlocke mode" and i've been using it for other gen 3 shenanigans, which i will post about eventually...

special shoutouts to the four deaths other than vee the lapras of the run as well:

kris the kadabra, who fainted to an easily avoidable crit from a koffing because i was playing tilted and tired (oops)

serena the gyarados, who fainted to a crit from a random trainer's weezing (less easily avoidable but still sucked, i had put a lot of time into training her!!)

kay the paras, who was sacrificed nobly against sabrina's alakazam to allow a free swap back into zur for the shadow ball KO after the rest of my team handled her venomoth

babs the growlithe, who i was really excited to use because it's a version exclusive and i almost always play leafgreen instead, but who died to a random crit from ANOTHER koffing that i didn't think they'd faint to (the koffing line was enemy #1 of this run i guess)

oh and in speaking of babs, to commemorate the run, they drew this.

it's incredible. i'm cherishing this art forever. you can see more of their art on their blog @vulturevanity LOL

[jtl-fics]

I followed you for your fluent freshman fic (wonderful btw, I got a friend to read aftg just so they could understand ff because they also loved it so much) and I've been binging math nerd. 10/10. Love it so much, you are an amazing author. Thank you for doing what you do!

Anon!!!!!!! Thank you this is such a sweet compliment!! I'm looking forward to getting all of Fluent Freshman down as a final draft in the upcoming months and have been having a riot with Math Nerd this whole time so I'm always glad people have fun with what I'm writing <3

Since it's Wednesday here's a lil bit more of Math Nerd for you :)

WIP Wednesday 2/21/24 (OPEN) | Math Nerd AU

Cass tries to meet him outside of school but his foster parents don't let her near even if he can hear her yelling that he's obviously grieving. It irritates him that she's right in a way, Andrew hates it, but he is grieving.

It's just not for Drake.

He looks for a certain shade of blue every single day after school, hopes to find Alex's eyes staring back at him and hates how it makes him feel when he fails to find the shade he's looking for. He stares out the 2nd story window for hours every night but no one appears there.

He's alone.

[msnihilist]

for the darkship bingo I have to ask for the obligatory rickorty and/or maxvid or else I will explode (- @asperfern)

For the dark ship bingo.

Here is my bingo choices for Maxvid!!

This bingo sheet makes them seem almost vanilla 😭 They aren't violent, they're fucked up in other ways!! "They deserve each other" is meant positively, btw.

As for Rickorty....

Much closer to getting a bingo on this one! My basis for "they could make each other so much worse" is that I think Morty is a fucked up little creep who enables Rick, and I love him for that.

I think representations of their relationship where Morty is a victim in all of it are not entirely true. He definitely was in the beginning, but Rick has done a really good job at grooming this kid. I think Rick would be incapable of loving Morty if he was just another one of his victims.

And just because I know you're a fan of Irrational Attachments, I will include a snippet for an upcoming chapter (that I will probably never get around to finishing, whoops)!

_______________________

"C-Cut the bullshit. I asked your little messenger boy "how much?" and haven't gotten a fucking ansURPwer yet," he snapped impatiently. 

“Prices vary depending on who you select,” Chávez said matter-of-factly, all business now that they were talking about money. He set his hand on the small of Rick’s back, and Rick had to resist the urge to put a bullet through his forehead for that alone. “The pretty ones cost more, you understand. Higher demand. Have you been with a Morty before?”

“No,” Rick grit out through clenched teeth.

Chávez chuckled, patting Rick’s back before letting his hand drop. “Then, for you, it’s half off.”

If there was one thing that Rick knew about himself, it was that if something seemed too good to be true, it definitely was. He scowled. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” Chávez held his hands up in mock surrender. He quirked his unibrow, smug. “I just know that you’ll be back. They always are.” He gestured around the room. “Pick one before I change my mind and rescind my generosity.” 

“Fine.” Rick jerked his thumb at the most normal-looking Morty — the one with the scar who had led him down here. “Him.”

The Morty looked taken aback. “I don’t—” He started to say, and was cut off when Chávez set a hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make Morty wince.

“Fifty tamerbons for an hour,” Chávez said, not so much as glancing at Morty.

Rick rolled his eyes. “Jesus, and that’s half off? This place is a fuckin’ rip off,” he grumbled, but reached into his lab coat. He counted the amount out of his wallet, making a show of it like that wasn’t money Rick used to wipe his ass with.

Chávez didn’t hesitate to snatch it from him once Rick extended his hand. He counted out the amount a second time, then nodded, satisfied. “Show him to an open room, sweetheart,” he ordered, smacking Morty on the ass. 

The Morty winced, but didn't make a sound. He started walking, and Rick followed.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Soooo, quick life update.

I'm, uh, no longer employed, which is something my hubby and I were essentially planning for given some red flags my employer was waving far too proudly, and because of which, I'm now involved in a second discrimination claim against them. This has several pros and cons, such as being as to stay at home with my six month old (who's doing amazing, btw! Little dude is just starting to crawl!! And the baby babbling is just the absolute best thing ever!), but also means I actually have notably less time to write (this is actually enough of a concern for my own mental health that my hubby and I are trying to plan for a few hours throughout the week for me to just write - it's seriously a need for me); plus we're still dealing with a slew of, uh, fun stuff with regards to selling/ moving and all that.

All that to say, some shit went down last week. I don't take said shit laying down, so will have to devote a lot of my upcoming free time (ha!) to dealing with that, but, as always, I will pop on here when able for dms (I got a couple recently that were super touching and just fun - yall are ALWAYS welcome to hit me up for whatever reason, but please be patient with me in terms of responding!) and I will continue writing as much as I can (we're getting soooo close to some story shit that I am frothing at the bit to share!!).

All the love to you all!!!

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep013 "Verne Hatches an Egg"

✨Last episode of the series!✨

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Verne gains a cute little buddy, creepy Mr. Wisdom returns, and a jarring final moment with Real Doc

Well, friends, we've reached the end of our journey into the world of the animated series. It was almost exactly one year ago today that I posted my review of the first episode, and it's been a super fun project to work on. I'm kind of sad to be done with it.

Let's see what this last episode has in store for us, shall we?

We start in the lab, where Doc is making adjustments to his latest invention, the "ELB Pediatric Policer."

It's basically a lie detector designed to be worn by children, lol. When a child does something they know is wrong, or if they lie about something, it flashes with lights and blares a siren. He plans to present it at the Annual Convention of the Home Inventors of Mad Geniuses.

Gonna be real with you, Doc—not sure how I feel about this invention. Sounds like a good way to raise very anxious, paranoid children.

Anyway, this reminds Doc of something that happened to Verne when he was doing show and tell one day.

The cartoon begins with someone attempting the steal the DeLorean. They're shrouded in shadows, but it's pretty clear that it's Verne. He's got a pretty high track record for DeLorean thievery. Doc's security system catches him, though, locking him into the car, setting off an alarm, and taking a picture, which is sent directly to Doc's room.

Quick little sidenote, but I don't think I've mentioned that Doc regularly calls Clara "Clarabelle" over the course of the series. When he's woken up by the alarm system, it's the name he uses to call to her, and I was like, "huh. why have I never written about this in my posts?" I looked it up, and Clarabelle (the spelling according to the subtitles on the DVD) is a variant of the more official spelling, which is Claribel. It means "bright and beautiful" but seems to be a pretty obscure name, as it's only listed at .009% usage at the height of its popularity in 1893.

So, I'm left wondering: Is the animated series implying that it's perhaps her "real" name, with Clara being her nickname? Or is this just an affectionate nickname Doc uses for Clara? And if it's a nickname, is it something Doc simply thought had a nice ring to it, or is it because he's secretly a big fan of the Disney character Clarabelle Cow??

That's Clarabelle with her boyfriend Horace Horsecollar, btw. If you even care.

Verne tells Doc that he was only taking the DeLorean so he could go looking for something cool to bring to show and tell. Doc decides to help him out by letting him borrow an arrowhead he has. Verne is psyched, but before he can even reach the school building, Biff Jr. intercepts him and demands his lunch money. He steals the arrowhead from Verne.

Verne's teacher isn't happy that he had nothing to show or tell about, and she tells him that if he doesn't bring in something the next day, she's going to make him play Prince Charming in the upcoming school play. Which is a really weird threat if you ask me!! How does one force a child into a lead role of a play he doesn't want to be in just because he didn't have show and tell? What kind of school is this?

Verne is horrified by this news on account of he'd have to kiss some girl named Beatrice. He says he'd rather be, "dead like a dinosaur" which gives him a sudden idea. I sense a bad decision coming! And I bet Marty is going to be in on it because he always enables Varne in these types of shenanigans.

Yep. I knew it.

The boys take a quick trip to prehistoric times, where Verne swipes a dino egg for show and tell.

Shortly after arriving home, the egg hatches, and Verne finds himself caretaker to the world's cutest dinosaur.

Look at that guy. (Verne faints when he sees it)

Within the hour, the dinosaur has already grown significantly, and it escapes outside to the yard, where Verne begs Jules to help in hiding him. Just then, they hear Doc approaching and quickly work to form a ridiculous story in which the dino is their friend who painted himself green because they're playing a game involving aliens.

They're able to get away with it on account of Einstein is so afraid of the dinosaur that he launches himself at Doc's face and refuses to move.

Doc decides to take Einie to the vet, leaving his sons and their "friend" to continue their game. Jules insists Verne return the dino, but Verne wants to keep him as a pet. He names him Tiny.

It doesn't take long for Tiny to go missing in town. He ends up at the Tannen home, where Biff Jr. is watching Mr. Wisdom (who you may remember from an episode earlier in the season). If you don't, you just need to know that Mr. Wisdom is an evil children's TV show host who also happens to be one of Doc's old college roommates.

Mr. Wisdom announces that he's offering $50,000 to any viewer who can capture and send in an alien, bigfoot, or dinosaur. Very unfortunate timing, huh? Biff captures Tiny and sends him into the Mr. Wisdom show. After airing a special episode featuring Tiny, Mr. Wisdom plans to kill him and sell pieces of him to research labs for money.

Thankfully, Verne comes clean to his parents, and they work together to form a plan and sneak onto the set to free Tiny.

When Mr. Wisdom starts his show and reveals the "dinosaur," it's really just Marty and Jules on stilts.

Jules looks just like the monkey in that one meme.

The family gets home and prepares to bring Tiny back where he belongs. Before he goes, he spits out a baby tooth, which Verne is excited to be able to take to show and tell.

With that story wrapped up, we go back to Real Doc, who teaches us a little about eggs using a raw one. While he's talking, he takes out the lunch he'd packed, of which one of the items is a hard-boiled egg. Can you guess what happens? Yeah, he mixes up the two eggs. After some time to think about it, he feels pretty confident that he's figured out which one is the hard-boiled one and. And he just BITES into the egg, shell and all, like an absolute lunatic. And he's wrong about it being the hard-boiled one.

Who does this? Who on EARTH eats a hard-boiled egg in this manner? Are you telling me that Doc regularly leaves the shells on his eggs and bites into them like an apple?? He eats the shells? Is that what I'm supposed to take away from this??

We're ending the animated series with the revelation that this is how our beloved scientist finds it acceptable to eat a hard-boiled egg?? What am I supposed to do with this now? How will I make peace with this information?

Join me next time for nothing. The animated series is over, folks. Doctor Emmett Brown eats eggshells.

Adiós.

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

I just got an 'humans are space orcs' based au idea :

This one is mainly a Super Giant Robot Brothers au, but it'll be still a crossover one aswell -

The humans in this au are total goobers in their own way, not to mention that Alex is the only one who kinda takes things seriously ( also - we never see 3yrd alex in this, only 10yrd and present 13yrd alex). Before the Kaiju invasion, an alien crew consisting of Blorgo Starface and a few other friendly aliens from other planets came to Earth to warn about and help for the upcoming invasion. Thus - news about the future invasion spread and the EDF was created (Aturo and Magnita are still alive btw). At first - the plan was to mix alien and human military machinery to fight off the Kaijus and Invasive Aliens, but then Alex after finding an old drawing of Shiny then gets the idea to create a giant sentient robot. And by Blorgo's request she also designed Thunder, 'cause two big robots are better than one. And thus again - the chaos begins.

'But Insert' you say 'What makes this au HASO based other than the humans here have their own goober energy?'. Well, here's the thing :

Almost every residence of every city imaginable wants to go against the invaders and will get themselves in danger. Hell, one of the alien allies had went out to live with a guy witch the government(s) chosed to study earth and it's population and they can confirm it. The people who work in the EDF almost get themselves killed during work hours. The only ones who are trying to keep humanity safe during their protection from the Kaijus and invasive aliens are Alex, the alien allies and two 300ft robots. They have to keep measures for safety for the dumb b1tch syndrome diagnosed society.

As for the crossover part - there were alien who visited in the past who made some major events :

Somewhere during the 1500s some aliens had made the younger part of humanity to be able to create creature companions only with their mind, thus Foster's home for imaginary friends are apart of this mess.

Some part of an ancient alien civilization had taken residence in an island in the south part of Oceania during, go figure, the ancient times. Mobius and Mobians exist (Also - return of the Blue king).

During the 1900s some aliens caused the rapid cognitive and minor physical evolution of the Antarctic animals, mainly penguins. In fact - they even learned English, but also made their own language. PLUS - Pingu is even the first penguin to create a BLOG on the internet, most likely on here, thus making him also popular in this au.

So, that's it for now. rn gonna do some concept art.

Can't wait to see the chain reaction coming from this -

[lilithslittleworld]

Hanging In There: Pt 1

A/N: Felt inspired to write a little Rooster x Hangman blurb, kinda a fusion of fluff and some angsty teasing! This is my first fanfic for the TGM fandom so I hope y'all enjoy it at least a bit!

*i will alternate between Rooster and Bradley btw*

Summary: *Rooster's POV* Rooster gets an urgent call from Top Gun Academy one evening. The new mission is almost impossible, ready to break any and every pilot, even the best of the best. What's worse than a guaranteed death mission? Facing him again.

After word spread about Maverick's return to Top Gun, the last thing Rooster wanted to do was step foot in the academy. This, of course, was redundant because a summon was a summon, no matter who was or wasn't there.

One early morning in June, Bradley loaded up his Bronco with the few necessary possessions for the upcoming weeks. Summarized, there was just one duffel bag in his trunk. There was no denying the excitement that was coursing through his veins at the thought of being back in the cockpit. Flying was his whole world, a world for one. He loved the silence and peace that being in the air gave him, alone with just himself, the plane, and his thoughts. That was, when Hangman wasn't on too.

Rooster hated everything about him. His cocky attitude, the way he walked into a room, expecting everyone to fall at his feet, flashing far too many smiles. Hangman's arrogance only grew in the air, something Rooster absolutely despised. There was something in the way he looked at him that never failed to spook him.

The drive from Santa Monica was pleasant, only stopping occasionally to put gas and grab something to eat. After blasting 70s rock for about 3 hours, he was met with the 'Welcome to San Diego' sign and an elevated heartrate. Rooster had purposely planned all of the outfits for when they didn't have to be in uniform so that Hangman wouldn't take a dig at them like he had done three years ago.

It wasn't that Bradley was self-conscious or even modest about his appearance but the unspoken rivalry and competition between him and Hangman was palpable. He preferred Bob as a wingman but he had been assigned to Phoenix almost instantly after having made the cut.

Bradley took his final huff of a deep breath as he rolled his Bronco to a stop outside of Penny's bar. A drink always made him feel at ease. Besides, he was looking forward to seeing his old crew again after almost a year.

To call the bar crowded would be an understatement. It was brimming with people he'd never seen before, mostly newer fighter pilots finishing their courses. It took Rooster a good minute before he spotted Phoenix's tight, slicked back bun from afar. As he walked towards her, he recognized Bob, Fanboy, and Payback all hunched over the only pool table in the establishment.

He tiptoed up the wooden steps where his friends were playing, taking special precautions not to be seen or heard. Phoenix positioned her cue stick, taking ample time to consider the angle she was going to shoot from. Phoenix was always cautious and precise about everything.

"Careful or you'll take someone's eye out," Bradley said, just as Phoenix took a shot for the striped ball before her. She missed it entirely and spun around to jab him with her stick as she glared at him.

"How is it that you always manage to show up at the worst times, Bradshaw?" she teased, sticking out her hand which he gratefully shook. Bradley had always liked Phoenix. Not in that way, of course, but they were fond of each other.

"Must be my wonderful timing," he smiled at her, chuckling huskily before turning to the rest of the group who had paused their game, "Hey, guys."

"Rooster, we were wondering when you'd show up," Payback smiled, patting his friend on the back, "Fanboy here thought you were too chicken to show."

"Hey remember when I said 'Imagine IF he didn't come'?" Fanboy grumbled at his wingman, "I never doubted you, buddy," he promised Bradley as they shook hands.

"So, what's new?" Bradley sighed, leaning back on the pool table. A short silence interrupted the conversation as no one knew what to say.

"Um, I got engaged. The wedding's going to be next summer" Bob said shyly, scratching the back of his head as he blushed, "That is, if we even come back alive from this thing."

"Congratulations, Bob," Rooster smiled, "Will Phoenix be your best man?"

"Woman," Phoenix corrected, rolling her eyes at the pair.

"What are we talking about, gals?" A deep and slightly southern voice interrupted. Bradley knew that voice instantly. His heart sank momentarily as he turned to find Hangman's godforsaken grin staring back at him.

"Bob's getting hitched," Phoenix said, eyeing him carefully up and down before shooting Rooster a glance.

"Well, Bob, allow me to offer you my most sincerest congratulations," Hangman said, turning to Phoenix's wingman. "I guess that just leaves me and ol' 'Cock-A-Doodle-Doo' as eligible bachelors," he continued, craning his neck back to look at Rooster as he said this, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Keep this up and you'll be the longest living bachelor around, Hangman," Bradley interjected, his hoarse voice low.

"At least I'd be the best at something, wouldn't I?" the blonde responded, his ego on fire.

"You'd have to leave a lot of women 'hanging' to do so," Rooster smirked, visibly proud of his painfully bad jab at Jake.

Phoenix rolled her eyes. "Okay, ladies, let's keep drama for the locker room. After not seeing each other for a little over a year, I would have expected cleverer remarks," she stared at Bradley as she emphasized this point before turning back to his rival, "And that everyone would know each other's call signs."

"How about we all just play a game of pool?" Bob suggested, clearly uncomfortable with the energy.

"Sounds good," Rooster affirmed, finding his place around the table. Jake considered this a minute, before placing himself directly opposite from his opponent.

"Okay, looks like we've transitioned from verbal disputes to a round of pool..."trailed off Fanboy, eyeing the rest of the friend group.

Bradley was good at the game, he had made already made twenty-two points in the first shot, a sly smile on his lips as he turned to Hangman. "Your shot."

Hangman positioned himself at a corner of the table, leaning over as he calculated the distance and speed of his first hit. Rooster's eyes wandered innocently to the back of the man before him, taking in how well those snug jeans fit him. He averted his eyes immediately, making sure no one around him had seen him but half of his crew had gone to grab beers, leaving them alone.

The round continued, the scores were tight near the end and so was the attitude of both of its players. Both men were too proud to lose a simple bar game, especially with the disharmony they had had earlier and basically, since the first day they had met.

Rooster's last hit came rolling around the corner, as he bent over the table, arms extended outwards, ready to score his winning points.

"Nice stance," Hangman called out, his voice shrill with mockery, arms crossed across his chest.

"Stare at my ass and I'll beat yours," Bradley responded, not bothering to turn around as he watched his ball fly across the table.

"Nah, I'm just complimenting a friend," he smirked, twirling the toothpick that had somehow appeared in his mouth, his teeth glistening as he smiled.

"Well keep them to yourself," Rooster huffed, pulling out a small cardboard box and heading for the door, "Besides, I won the game."

The June evening air was cool as Bradley stepped outside, his shoes sinking slightly into the sand. He took a deep breath as he pulled out a cigarette from the box he held. For a few seconds, he stood there, listening to the waves crash on the shore a few yards away, inhaling and exhaling the pungent smoke into the night. Rooster hadn't always smoked. In fact, it was a rather new habit he had picked up. Something about the way he breathed while smoking always seemed to tone down the intensities of the world. He should probably just have learned breathwork and saved himself the inevitably fatal lung cancer but then again he dedicated himself to risking his life everyday. He could smoke once in a while.

The door swung open behind him, loud footsteps approaching but he didn't turn to see who it was that was leaving the festivities early.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you smoking kills?" a twangy voice broke the peaceful silence. Out of the corner of his eye, Bradley could see his wingman taking his place beside him with something in his hands.

He took another drag of the cigarette. "Didn't anyone tell you that signing up for the Air Force kills too?" he shot back, suddenly shivering at the breeze.

"Yeah, exactly why I enlisted," he replied, extending his hand out to Rooster, not bothering to face him. "Put this on or you'll catch your death."

Bradley looked down to see that what Hangman had been holding was a denim jacket, and that he too was wearing one. The warmth returned to his arms as he slid on the thick fabric, smoke still in his mouth as he exhaled with a sigh, the silence reappearing once more.

"What do you think he'll make us do?" Bradley whispered, his eyes trained on the dark, almost invisible, waves up ahead.

"Who, Maverick?"

Rooster nodded, hoping Hangman wouldn't see him pursing his lips in the dark.

"The usual but I'm sure he has a few life-threatening tricks up his sleeve," Hangman chuckled, shaking his head. Bradley said nothing.

"You're not losing it over this mission, are you?" he continued, a note of worry hidden deep in his voice as he turned to find a serious Rooster. The playfulness had eluded him entirely.

Bradley took a shaky breath before he spoke. "I guess I am."

"Listen, Rooster. Up there, you and I work differently. We look out for one another. I'm good, Rooster, very good. I would never let anything happen to you," he said earnestly, a firm hand had appeared on Bradley's back. He shivered again, thankful that it could pass off as a response to the nippy night air.

"Yeah, yeah," Rooster said, attempting to brush off his very real fear. For the first time in his life and career, he felt anxious. Anxious for what this mission held, for the safety of everyone relying on him, among other things. But he also felt grateful. Grateful for having such a reliable wingman, one who had a few ounces of empathy even if he was a real pain in the ass.

"Relax, Rooster. Everything's going to work out. We just have to do what we do best," said Hangman, flashing one of his famous smiles. Bradley returned it before patting him on the back.

"Well, I'm headed back in," Rooster said, walking towards the door, his heart much lighter than when he had come out. A grin pulled at his lips as he turned around once more. "Hey, Hangman? You look good."

"Like I said, I am good," he responded, with a wink. "Oh and Rooster? I was definitely staring at your ass earlier."

[kudamono94]

I'm trying to be more active on my blog again, so take some trash memes I spent like an hour on lol

Also sorry they're all Zapp related in advance - I got a lot of the ideas for making these at work, and with the new Futurama episodes airing in just a few days, I'd figure I'd make something for one of my favorite characters✨ That said, since I am once again trying to be more active here, it might be a while before I post anything substantial bc I want to go through and reblog stuff/sort through my blog for a bit, so in that case, if anyone likes these memes and wants to talk about the upcoming seasons/new episodes airing on the 29th, then pls feel free to spam me lol - my inbox is always open in general, but I love when people talk about Futurama especially~

(You get bonus points if you want to also talk about Fry or Zapp too btw)~

Anywho, onto the stuff I put together - and to anyone who actually turns out to like this, stick around for the read more if you're a Yancy fan, maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ?

Here's that bonus Yancy content I promised lol - and to anyone who actually made it to the bottom of this post, thank you for taking the time to get here~ I hope everyone has a great day, and here's looking forward to the new episodes starting on the 29th~ Happy viewing :3

[bones4thecats]

It is currently 3:54 in the morning where I'm at and I haven't slept one bit.

I have literally been sitting in my bed for over 5 hours reading a bunch of fanfic, listening to music, and watching maybe to much youtube. I need to set up a medical appointment soon, suspecting I have a hormonal issue that is making my 'times of the week' a lot more difficult to bear. By that, I mean by I don't get them for almost 1/2 of a year, and when they return they are a son of a fucking bitch to handle. Basically, cramps have kept me up and I just wanted something to do out of sheer boredom.

Anyways, I have a surprise coming out here soon. It's about requests and my fandoms. So, stay tuned. Y'know what screw it I'll just announce it now.

(I'm literally pouring what I'm thinking onto my keyboard and on this post so bear with the confusion and small rant plz)

Now to the surprise. I am possible

Hint the word

POSSIBLY

adding two previous fandoms back onto this list. While the names are not going to be revealed yet, I will make the post tags lists and the characters as well and have the announcement with their names come out right before posting them.

Also, I am posting a couple things from my Upcoming Pieces List because I have been needing to get that thing trimmed down for a while but have been busy with having requests come through first.

Okay I'm gonna make this quicker because my pelvic area feels like it wants me to suffer the physical amount of pain that I felt after watching Optimus die in the og series' movie.

These parts'll come out here soon and I will end up releasing a monthly schedule that shows days I plan on having requests open and I'll probably have vacation days on there as well. P.S: be aware that I may be posting random shit about 'The Dark Crystal'

Idk why but I watched a video made by TheOdd1sOut and have practically fallen head-over-heals for the movie. I literally saw the puppets and went 'childhood nostalgia: unlocked'. You guys should also go check out TheOdd1sOut, the guy is a boss when it comes to making entertaining content for somebody like me to watch. I watched like 3 minutes of his review of 'The Dark Crystal' movie from 1982 and went;

Just a heads up! Now, enjoy the rest of your morning/nights. Idk where y'all live so pick one ig... I need some goddamn sleep... if anyone has a solution to a comfortable sleeping position when on your period please leave a comment for me to see because I NEED THE REST. MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS SHITTING BUT THIS IS WORSE THAN NORMAL.

Or if you have another over the counter medication name that helps with periods (other than Midol, I need to get more soon)

Thanks y'all for listening to me half-awake and painfully-not-thought-through announcement!! Love you guys to bits!!!

Btw here's a link to TheOdd1sOut in case you do wanna check his videos out;