#we know where Phillip got it from lol

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Adventures with Dickie!!! Peterhof 1908

Lord Louis Mountbatten (aka dickie) visiting his cousins (OTMAA) at the Lower Dacha in Peterhof 1908

Photos from Olga Nikolaevna’s 1907-1908 album

[cherie-doll]

Cherie luveeee. Wish you good and healthy, beautiful.

I got someting.

You know those retired dog officers that have been trained for jungkies and bombs?? We adopt them while cod characters are away for deployments, because we're lonely and literal scary dog privileges hehe.

And when they're home, our dog gets alert and quite relentless by the smells until we pay the good officer jerky and 2 ice cubes.

It's messy, but hope you understand what I mean.

Dw i see your vision and tried to execute it

⪩⪨ price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, makarov, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto

No cuz imagine missing that security, yearning for those big strong muscle arms wrapping around you and engulfing your body in theirs >.<

BuT, you’re alone at home, that emptiness roaming the halls and dark rooms as the orange glow of the afternoon sun seeps through the blinds and the most awful melancholy hits you. You grab your keys and go out for a drive not being able to stand the loneliness anymore.

You’re driving around downtown and spot a shelter, you saw a poster on the glass display for cats. Only to walk in and be told that they’ve all been adopted, you’re ready to walk out until a yelp can be heard from one of the kennels and see a German shepherd watching you with his big brown eyes, head laying on his paws. Your heart squeezes and it’s as if you’re made for one another. Without another thought you ask for it and after a few moments you’re walking out with your new companion.

You spend the next couple of weeks bonding with the dog, taking him out on walks and sleeping peacefully on your bed despite your military bf/husband gone because you know the canine sleeping on the bedroom floor will protect you. You even go out a little more often than you would when they're on deployment because you've got your guard dog scaring away those with wrong intentions but is secretly a sweetheart within.

And it isn't until your partner comes back, late at night, that your dog raises his head, ears attentive and listening to the footsteps of heavy boots probably leaving dirt all over the clean entrance hallway and making their way up the stairs to the bedroom. He can sense a strange new smell, much stronger than your subtle scent. The overpowering new scent awakens his instincts and he's at the door in an instant growling and waking you up.

Much to the confusion and frustration of the dog, you're not as wary as you should be. You freely open the door and welcome the soldier who's been away for too long into your arms.

Price would be too engulfed in your embrace to notice the dog growling lowly at him. It would only be when he leans down to put away his shoes and place the duffle bag slung over his shoulder that he'd come face to face with the dog's snout sniffing him over. He'd ask where you got it from and once the dog realized there is no threat they'd get used to each other quickly.

Simon wouldn't appreciate the hair the dog has left on the side of the bed that's usually his. But he commends you for being smart and getting a dog, and not just any fluffy golden retriever, no you got a dog breed he can trust will use the best of their instincts to take care of you. He'll be at ease knowing he's not leaving you alone anymore.

Johnny would have a close call getting bitten by the doggo. Maybe warn him, yeah? But he's all over the dog, petting it, asking what's his name. And he most likely wouldn't get much sleep despite arriving late home. The dog is all excited about a new person in the house and be all over him.

Kyle tries his darn best to earn that dog's trust and convince them he's not a threat. It's not that the dog smells bad intentions from him, he just doesn't like the proximity between the both of you. Noses in between you both while you're giving Kyle a kiss on the lips. After a few treats, he got the dog to calm down and sit at the far end of the room, keeping an eye just in case lol.

Gary loves dogs and tbh he thinks this was a surprise you had planned for him. The dog can't even do his regular routine of sniffing the person because Gary is hugging him, petting and scratching behind the dog's ears. The dog loves the attention though and quickly warms up to him.

Alejandro would get a good scare at this big dog standing in the doorway watching him. Would curse loud enough his mother could surely hear from her grave and rise to throw a chancla at him. He's tired, has had a long drive and in his usual good mood would dote on the dog but not when he's on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Doesn't even say anything much after that and just grabs you, collapses into bed with you in his arms and falls asleep.

Rudy's first thought is that a stray dog got in and would be concerned for your safety but then sees the collar around the dog's neck and know right away he's part of the family now. And no matter how tired he is, Rudy would still sit there and with the dog resting on his lap, would ask you how you got him, where, what's his name, how you've been feeling after adopting him, etc.

Phillip doesn't pay mind to the dog, even if its growling at him and even baring teeth. Plenty of people do that to him at work, he's used to it. Man has two things in his mind since pulling into the driveway; you and rest. He takes a quick shower, doesn't even bother putting actual clothes on and just falling asleep in a towel wrapped around his waist. The dog just standing next to the bed at Phillip's side, smelling his face curiously.

Makarov isn't surprised to be greeted by dogs at the door because he's probably already owned a few big dogs but they're usually kept outside. Kicks his shoes off, which distract the snarling dog who goes after his shoes only seeing a new toy. He goes right over and starts getting ready to sleep until he turns to face your side confused to see the dog in between the both of you with his shoe in his mouth.

Keegan couldn't care less, he has no thoughts at the moment. His eyes barely register the dog who won't stop thrusting his nose into his face when he leans down to pull off his boots and socks. He just grumbles something and pushes the dog away who follows after him. He kisses you goodnight or hello, he doesn't know anymore, gives the dog a pat on the head and drifts off to sleep.

König the type to just stand there staring at the dog who stares right back at him. Surely, with how sleep deprived he is he must think it's an hallucination or maybe he's asleep and already dreaming. Reaches out, letting the dog sniff his hand and when he feels the warm breath from the dog's nostrils tickle his hand he simply nods approvingly. He'll make friends with the dog tomorrow.

Horangi would probably set off all of the dog's danger sensors because of his nature of doing things. Like he gets home, slams the door shut, his heavy footsteps making their way to you, throwing his duffle bag on the floor and tackling you (lovingly ofc duh) would make the dog think you're getting attacked.

Nikto would start asking you all sorts of question, interrogating you almost. Asking where the wolf came from, why did you get it, did you not feel safe to wait until he came back? He's asking more because he's genuinely concerned and wants to know if something specific happened that made you feel like you needed a dog as big as the one currently stuffing his nose into the pockets of his jacket.

[newtonsheffield]

I know you're super knowledgable about Bridgerton so I wanted to get your thoughts and opinions on this. As someone who hasn't read the books (but Idc about spoilers), I wonder how the show is gonna have Eloise end up with Mr. Crane. From what I know of the books from the wiki fan page and Tumblr the books really seem like a suggestion at this point lol and I just cant conceptualize her ending up with him but I'd love your input or theories.

I hope Eloise is one of the very last seasons. I hate so many of her decisions but I empathize w her and I'm so fucking invested in her growthI and thats gonna take time and I dont want them to rush that for the sake of order

I Don’t know about super knowledgeable 😂

I think… they’re going to have to pull some pretty major changes to that story to get it to work within the context of the show at this point. That’s why for a split second I thought Eloise and Michaela Stirling were getting paired up. And truthfully I think one of the major problems the show has to face is the Marina of it all.

I have said many times and I will stand by it still that Julia Quinn is not the world’s greatest author. But something she is good at is giving you only the information you need to invest in the relationship that she wants you to invest in. In the books we have no idea who Marina is (A distant Bridgerton cousin in the books) until Phillip starts talking about her at the beginning of the book. That means, we find it a little tragic that she suffered from these mental health issues but were distanced from it. That’s very different from the darkness of a character that we know suffering the same fate. It also I feel… won’t really play that well given she was the one who gave Colin a speech about the fact that she was content enough with her life and didn’t need saving. That’s a switch up.

I think… there’s a lot of work to do to get Eloise and Phillip to a place where they’re right for each other.

I have been critical of the line they’ve taken with Eloise because I feel like she fails to recognize the privilege she has that she doesn’t need to marry. Violet might nudge her a bit over enthusiastically in that direction but she really seems to have given up on that after last season. And Anthony, after the disaster of making a match for Daphne and after finding that his life is SO much improved being married to Kate ho he loves very much is NOT going to arrange her a match and force her to go through with it. Few women were afforded this. And Eloise does not recognise that at all. They got SO FUCKING CLOSE to her acknowledging this through her friendship with Cressida this season. And then they threw it back in my fucking face! True feminism is about having the CHOICE.

I feel like Tyra Banks.

Eloise has a lot to learn and one of my criticisms of season three is that I felt Penelope and Colin weren’t ready for each other and needed to grow more so I hope they take their time with Eloise.

This is just one person’s opinion of course. Has no bearing on anything.

[darling-i-read-it]

Barbecue

Phillip Graves x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k 

Warnings: general sexual insinuations, literally tooth aching fluff i love him so much it hurts, drinking, guys being dudes

Author’s Note: i literally swore to myself i would write this, the plotless fluff needed to happen and it needed to happen now frankly. Also I just made up a bunch of names for the shadows!

I wrote this as a technical part 2 to Shower Before Bed but it’s not necessary reading! Just like. Made sense in my head lol. 

Summary: Literally just a get together with the Shadows at Phil and his ladies house 

Genre: fluff 

Song: Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Babe, where's the propane?!” 

“Under the grill?”

“It’s not there!” 

“I don’t use that grill Phil!” 

You were inside the kitchen, grabbing all the side plates you bought from the store. Phil could make a mean steak but he wasn’t really sure how to do the side things. Lucky for you, buying chips and various salads was easy. You could give him hefty lifting. 

He walked in through the sliding glass door. 

“I feel like it’s in here,” he grumbled. 

“Then you are welcome to look handsome,” you mumbled, grabbing a couple bowls. He walked around you, opening under the sink. You knew it wasn’t there but you let him look anyway. 

After a very enthusiastic and slow to rise morning, Phil got right into preparing for guests. You had some people around sporadically but never that many. He had basically invited the entire squad over. 

“Did you try the garage?” 

“I did not.” He turned on his heels. He made it barely to the garage door down the hall when he turned back around. He walked back towards you in the kitchen. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“It’s outside. I just remembered.” 

“Is it under the grill?”

“It’s not under the grill,” he said and walked back through the sliding glass door. You rolled your eyes. You waited a bit, pouring some chips into a bowl. 

“Hey Phil?”

“It’s under the grill.” You nodded slowly. You figured. You grabbed the bowls and brought them outside. The sun had risen high in the sky. A perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold. You put the bowls down on the table and turned to him. He was leaning over the grill. 

The shirt he was wearing was tight around his arms. Your eyes scanned down his arms, following the veins down to his hands. You walked up behind him. He stood up all the way, almost bumping into you. 

“What’re you doin darlin?” he questioned. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled. Your face was scrunched up into a smile as you put your hand on top of his. You lifted his hand in front of his face. 

“You have such prominent veins,” you whispered, bewildered. 

“Baby,” he breathed. 

You traced down his arm. You placed your chin on his shoulder and leaned your head against his. Your touch was just a mere flutter. He could barely feel it, a tickle on his skin. You smiled cheekily. 

“Never noticed before,” you muttered and moved away. That was the lie to end all lies. You had noticed plenty of times. He groaned when your touch left him completely. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“If all goes well!” 

There was a knock on the door, raspy and aggressive. He turned on his heels. 

“I got it,” you called, going back into the house. You weaved through the house to the front door. 

Wes was on the other side. A taller member of Phil’s squad, lanky and apparently one of the best sharpshooters of all time. You smiled at the sight of him holding a tin of potato salad. 

“Wes!” 

“Oh if it isn’t lil miss Graves!” He teased. You smiled, moving aside to help him in. 

“Phil’s in the back starting to cook. You should probably go teach him how to do that.” 

“I can’t get a word through to that man, you know it.” You laughed, watching him go. It felt odd to have other people in your perfectly tuned home. It wasn’t bad. Just different. You walked onto the front porch, putting up the sign you had made that read; Come around the house!

You would get tired of walking through the house and you had no interest in letting bugs in through a propped front door. 

-

About an hour later, the backyard was packed. Music had started to play, though you weren’t sure where it was coming from. The grill was surrounded by men, there were discarded beer cans on the patio. 

“I did not say that,” Robbie muttered. He was a large man with tattoos, a beard on his face. 

“You did!” John called. “I thought I was gonna have to call it in but you just told the fucking mafia you were unarmed.”

“I wasn’t unarmed though,” Robbie countered. 

“Yeah no, I know that.” Your laughter melded into theirs. You were sitting with a couple of the guys around an unlit bonfire. “I thought they were gonna shoot you for being dumb.” 

“Wait, this was the Baikal job?” you questioned. 

“I thought it was Petersberg,” Robbie mumbled, lost in thought. 

“It was definitely Baikal,” John argued. 

“Oh yeah, because we were by that lake. I remem...wait, isn't that classified?” Your eyes went wide at the information and you grabbed the beer can off the table. Their eyes floated to you in bewilderment. 

“I coerced him,” you said, trying to salvage it. “Or something. Might’ve been pillowtalk.” 

“Oh God girl,” Robbie muttered. “You’re in for it. They’re gonna kidnap you for information instead of us!” 

“No ones getting kidnapped.” Phil approached behind you, his words floating above everyone else's. He sat down beside you on the porch couch. It smushed you to the side because there was barely enough room for two. You didn’t mind. He had gained a cowboy hat since you saw him last. He put his arm over the wicker back, rubbing circles into your shoulders. He loved to be touching you, especially in a place with a bunch of other guys. He had no qualms about having a woman in the Shadow Company but they tended to not wanna come to extracurricular activities. You couldn’t blame them. 

“Your girl knows about Baikal,” Robbie said. A couple other guys had joined the small circle. Phil grimaced. 

“She’s an honest one isn’t she?” He patted your back. You rolled your eyes. You two hardly had enough chairs for everyone. Wes sat down on the couch arm. “And I definitely remember telling her,” he lied. Everyone chuckled. 

“Oh my God Wes, sit here,” you said, getting up. 

“I am not about to kick a lady out of her seat,” Wes persisted. You were already standing. 

“I’ve got the best seat in the house, don’t worry,” you promised. He gave you a look, hesitantly sliding into the spot you had been sitting in. 

“What’s that?” he questioned. Phil was mid sentence when you sat on his lap. He let out a soft surprised sigh. There were a couple of ‘ooo’s’ from the onlookers but you had known most of them for years and couldn’t care less. Phil put an arm around you to keep you steady. You brought your legs up over the couch side to get comfortable. 

“What were you saying?” you questioned, rejoining the main conversation. 

“I was saying that you like to tell everyone confidential information and it’s a security risk,” he teased. You rolled your eyes. 

“At least she’s cute,” Robbie argued. Phil squeezed his grip on you. 

“Makes everything easy,” he assured his friends. You rolled your eyes. 

“Where’d you get the hat?” you asked. 

“Joey brought it for me. House warming gift.”

“We’ve lived here since June.” 

“And he hasn’t been over since then,” he argued. “What, does it look bad?” You shook your head, a laugh sputtering from your lips. 

“You look handsome.” You grabbed the hat from his head and put it atop yours, leaning into his chest. That earned a couple more ‘ooo’s’ from your onlookers. “What, he does!” you argued. 

“No, not that darlin,” Phil grumbled, though his voice was lighter than he likely intended. 

“Your man there is a cowboy. Believes in all the rules,” John explained. Joey peaked his head out from behind him as you starred with wide confused eyes. 

“There are rules that come with a cowboy hat?” you snorted. 

“If a girl takes a hat from a cowboy and puts it on her own head then…well she has to ride the cowboy,” Joey said. That caused more commotion. Your cheeks flushed but you tried to own it as best you could. You liked being so linked to Phil that it was the source of conversations. He was rubbing your back, hand toying at the hem of your shirt. 

“Oh darn,” you joked. You turned to face Phil completely. “You believe in that bullshit?” 

“Yes ma’am,” he explained. “It’s strict.” Your eyes were locked in a careful intimacy. You could’ve taken him right there. 

“Sounds like we have dessert plans then. I’ve gotta start kicking you boys out early!” Chuckles followed from your words. 

The overlapped conversations continued. You chimed in when you could but mostly you listened. Phil held you safely in his arms, drinking his beer with his free hand. He did most of the talking, making crude jokes about battle and telling stories you only half understood. He didn’t tell you to leave even when you were sure his legs had fallen asleep underneath you. 

The sun set. Someone started the bonfire. The conversation continued. Beers were passed around. Jokes were told. Your eyes started to droop. People started to leave around 11, funneling back to their own homes. 

It was around then you finally stood. 

“Thanks for being my chair,” you said to Phil as you slid off of him. He let out a groan, stretching out his legs. 

“Don’t say I never make sacrifices for you.” You extended your hand to help him up. You pulled him aggressively and he caught himself by grabbing your hips. The reaction was natural. He was so close and he smelled like a bonfire.

“Those steaks were fire boss,” someone said. He let go of you to mingle. 

“It was nice to see you again,” Robbie called towards you. 

“You too. Y’all are welcome anytime. Well, not anytime. Call first.” A gentle, tired chuckle. You walked people to the front door. 

Before you knew it, the house was empty again. Save for Phil, of course. When the last Shadow left you shut the door behind him with triumph, locking it and then turning on the security system beside the door. 

You shuffled out back. Phil was picking up beer cans. 

“I’m exhausted,” he said with a light laugh. 

“Me too,” you admitted. You had gotten tired a half hour ago. “It was nice to see and meet everyone though. I’m glad you’ve got so many good guys looking after you.” You lazily approached him. He tossed the beer cans in the recycle bin and wrapped his arms around you happily. His cowboy hat had returned to his head. 

“They’re good men.” 

“I know,” you hummed. You cupped his face. It was torment being around him so long and not being able to kiss him silly. You took the opportunity now, slipping your lips onto his. He responded sleepily, kissing you like it was breathing. 

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips. 

“I love you too Phil,” you whispered. “We can clean this up tomorrow. I’ve gotta crash soon or else I’ll fall into the fire embers.” He held your hip tighter.

“Not on my watch.”

“I know. Never on your watch.” You made an effort to leave his grip but it just tightened. 

“I like hanging out with them,” he started. His voice was far away. The fatigue had gotten to him which made his words loopier. Could also have been the alcohol. “But I don’t like the way some of em look at you.” 

“They’re all nice to me,” you said, titling your head in confusion. You hadn’t gotten weird vibes all night. 

“Sometimes I catch em staring too long. I don’t like it.” You hummed in response. “Gouge their eyes out then.” 

“For you? Anything.” He kissed you again. You brushed his hair back out of his face. 

“It’s bed time for you baby.” He nodded once. 

“Love you.” 

“Love you too. C’mon.” You looped your arm around his as you started to walk inside.

“That cowboy thing is a rule you know. They weren’t fuckin with you.” 

“I’ll make it up to you when we’re not exhausted.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” His low hum sealed the deal. You took the hat off his head as you walked into the bedroom, tossing it onto the dresser. Even as you went to get clothes to sleep in, his hands remained on you. You traced his veins with your thumb. This is what being content feels like, you thought. This. 

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

CRANBERRY

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(sorry this is a genuinely excessive ask and I've been trying to be less insane (I know it's not a bad thing I just feel guilt) leaving the last there because my finger slipped lol

I love just the one zombie on the end LMAO.

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Eddie gives Buck a look like, is she fucking kidding? No. No, she is not. She never is. He’s actually not sure kidding is in her repertoire.

“Wow,” Albert whispers.

“Uh, she was just waiting for the right time,” Buck jumps in to defend Maddie. Because it’s one thing to make snide comments about him. But to make Maddie feel bad about her pregnancy? As if they weren’t older when they had Buck? He’s not going to take that. 

He motions at Chim. “The right guy!”

“God knows it wasn’t Doug,” Phillip agrees.

Eddie coughs. Buck stifles a groan.  

Christopher tilts his head a little, confused. “The guy who stabbed Chimney?”

“Yeah,” Chim tells him. “But it’s more complicated than that, bud.”

“Can we not talk about him?” Maddie asks.

“Sorry,” Christopher mutters. 

“Not you, sweetie,” Maddie assures him. 

“Maddie, I’m sorry,” Phillip says with an awkward chuckle. “I’m just… I’m so happy to see you happy.”

Maddie smiles tightly. “Thank you, Dad.”

And then, the weirdest thing happens. For pretty much the first time that evening, Buck’s parents turn to him. 

“Now, Evan, you lost your job as a firefighter, I understand?” Phillip asks. 

Eddie coughs again. Like he’s trying to classically condition Buck’s parents out of social missteps. Good luck. 

“Uh, no,” Buck corrects. “I didn’t lose my job. I was pulled from active duty and reassigned.”

“So you aren’t a firefighter anymore?” Margaret asks. 

“Well, not really, but-”

“He is,” Eddie jumps in. “He’s still a firefighter. He just does a different kind of work from Ch- from Howard and I.”

Buck offers him a thankful little smile. 

“And what is that?” Phillip asks.��

“Emergency Operations,” Buck explains. “Basically, I work with the people who are in charge of coordinating everything during larger emergencies. Where the whole LAFD needs to work together. Like, uh, you know when there was an earthquake, or the tsunami, or that mudslide…”

“Sure is a dangerous city,” Margaret mutters. 

“They’re training him to advance,” Eddie says. “Buck’s got a big career ahead of him. An important one.”

Buck reaches to squeeze his hand. This is technically true. His superiors are happy with his work. Grooming him for leadership, as they put it. He’s happy with that. He likes knowing he contributes to something good, even though he’s not on the scenes very much anymore. 

“Well, then,” Phillip nods. “That’s good to hear. I guess it wasn’t… It wasn’t that bad, in the end, then?”

Wasn’t… That bad? Does he mean when Buck lost his leg? Is that seriously what he’s asking right now? There’s a strangely sincere look in his eyes. The same bright blue as Buck’s. Like he does want to know, but only if it lines up with this assumption. He wants to hear that being in an exploding fucking fire engine and having his leg cut off wasn’t really that bad. 

Buck looks down at Cranberry. She lifts her head and meets his gaze. He strokes the soft top of her head. 

“I survived,” Buck manages to grit out. 

His mother inhales a little sharply. Buck has no fucking idea why she always has to be so dramatic about everything. 

🦮🦮🦮

“So that was… Okay,” Eddie says when they’re home. 

“Was it?” Buck asks. 

They’re standing by the back door, waiting for Cranberry to finish her nightly pee before they can go to bed. Usually it’s just Buck waiting, but clearly Eddie wants to chat. 

“Okay, well no,” Eddie admits. “It was deeply uncomfortable. But it wasn’t a disaster?” 

“High bar,” Buck grumbles.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Buck shrugs. “I didn’t expect anything to come from this, Eddie. They aren’t going to magically change overnight.”

“Uh, is eight years overnight?” Eddie asks.

Buck rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Eddie nods. “I’ve pretty much abandoned the thought that mine can change either. I guess I was just trying to be optimistic for you.”

“I appreciate it,” Buck says. “And I appreciate you standing up for me tonight. Really.”

“Hey, I’ll always stand up for you,” Eddie promises. “That’s my job and my privilege.”

Buck exhales shakily. “Damn. You just really say things, huh?”

Eddie shrugs. “A newly discovered talent. Many would be jealous of my ability to render you speechless.”

Buck chuckles. “You’re not wrong.”

“I love you,” Eddie says. 

“Even though my parents are insane?” Buck asks.

“One of the many areas where we relate,” Eddie says.

Buck smiles. “I love you, too.”

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Athena nods. She can understand that; the need to protect her own family had come above her larger moral compass today. And hadn’t Bobby already said he lost people before this?

[pinazee]

Psy vs. Psy

I genuinely think that if they were going to bring back any psych villian, Lindsay Leikin would pose the biggest threat. She knows Shawn isn’t psychic, she has adequate motivation to target him personally, and has the skills to prove he’s a fraud and do it slyly as she is also highly skilled in deductive reasoning (she did manage to get them to the counterfeiter to begin with so she has legitimate talent). She could even orchestrate it from prison. Maybe her parole was denied again so, like, what else is she going to do? Plus, she’s kind of nuts. Faking being a psychic with the FBI is a whole other level of bold compared to a local precinct, then she met a counterfeiter and was like yes please, more crime, then killed him when he tried to run, slept with Shawn that same night, then tried to take him hostage when she got caught. Its just a shame she wasn’t a bit more charismatic or eccentric. They had her play it as a very normal girl swept into a life of crime because of a guy (probably because she was a “love interest” for Shawn) when the receipts show she was an absolute lunatic (look at her face after they found the guy she killed. This bitch is smiling).

Also, she just kinda gave up when she was caught. I wish she’d have been screaming “he’s a fraud!” as she was taken to the car or even had a heart to heart moment with Lou Diamond Phillips because she did betray him after all. Idk, i just wanted more. (But i think maybe the writers recognized this and thats how we get Declan later??)

Gus is basically siri at this point. Between the archeology, safes, online poker, the law, tennis players, space, comic books, of course pharmaceuticals, and now studies tender from all over the world- its a smaller list of what Gus doesn’t know. Gus clearly likes learning. I’m surprised he never thought of becoming a teacher or college professor, to try to pass that love of learning to the next generation. Though i guess we see he’s not that great with people surprisingly, considering he’s a successful salesman. (OH MY GOD WHAT IF THIS WHOLE TIME GUS ACTUALLY HAD LIVED UP TO HIS POTENTIAL AND BECAME AN INTERNATIONAL SPY. He knows all these things because of his job, psychs only been able to stay open because Gus can fund it from his spy job, joining psych was a good front but he was also lonely from never getting to be himself. I kid, i kid, but its a fun idea for me haha)

No fucking way shawn doesn’t know what a drill is. Henry definitely would have beat that kind of man stuff into him. The military time too. I just felt the need to point this out. its like the show itself is dissing my boy and i have to defend him lol

I love when Gus is proud and smarmy over shawns talent. Look at his face here. My boy about to prove you wrong.

And do you think Shawn is actually afraid of competition or do you think he learned at an early age from his father that he didn’t have value unless he was the best? Huh Henry, huh???(Weekend warriors “you don’t want to be a loser” comes to mind)

Henry trying some reverse psychology here. I can’t tell if its because Henry is actually concerned for Shawns safety like he said he wasn’t in the previous episode, or if he’s still taking it personally that Shawns using the gifts he “gave” him to be psychic. Probably both. We know he was really bothered by his motorcycle accident, so i wonder if he’s been kind of spiraling, and adding up all the crazy situations he’s been in. (Which, i don’t think Shawn tells him about. i think Gus calls him like a weekly report haha) I think the fact that shawns cases are becoming more dangerous he suddenly doesn’t like the idea of him being a detective, well a detective this way at least, because i think in his mind he’d be safer if he was an actual cop where he had a partner with a gun, and back up, and rules, and training. I mean we know he wouldn’t be, (look at what happens to Lassie and Juliet)

I just wanted to gif this because it’s one of my fave jokes in the episode!

Mildred to the rescue! Im not entirely sure how this worked but it did and thats what matters haha

*Appropriate reaction is appropriate*

[scarlet-witchery]

You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it”). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

[ram-bam-writes]

The Highlight and The Shadow pt. 3 [Graves x NB Reader]

A/N: Yayyy Big Brother Henley is back! Ehehe. This chapter is a little self indulgent for my own love of watercolors, sorry lol. As always, lemme know if y’all wanna be tagged since I update so sporadically :>

Summary: Phillip spends his time with you at the cafe learning about your hobby, as well as entertaining some of his urges to tease. And with your own growing crush, you try to dodge all the increasingly protective questions your older brother has about you and your older Landlord. But how can you think about that when Phillip looks like that.

CW: None really. Flirting, Overprotective brother, mentions of knives and threats but mostly teasing, references to smutty thoughts (not explicit), language, no beta we die like soap, etc

Word Count: 3403

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3]

The date. Oh boy, the date. No, no no no. Not a date. Just… coffee. That’s it. Just coffee in the local cafe. The local cafe that you love so much because it’s got chairs right next to giant glass windows that light up your paintings so beautifully. The local cafe that always slowed your mind and your heart, easing you into a calm lull where you could breathe your stresses away. 

Here, with your painting supplies set up and the bright sun illuminating your workspace, you can work in peace.

It’s not like Phillip strolled in with his tightest black athletics shirt or his tightest dark blue jeans or anything. And definitely not like he put on a belt buckle the size of Texas itself, which you’re currently trying not to compare it to another large thing you find yourself thinking all too much about. No, no. Nor are his arms bulging right out of the sleeve nor is his waist oh so narrow and slutty with that tucked-in shirt. 

It’s fine. You don’t can focus on the blank paper in front of you. You have to. Or maybe focus on the people around you, instead? You already told Phillip you were gonna be busy, so he’d just leave you alone. He had to. He’s not gonna torment you. It’s okay. 

It’s fine.

Then, you hear that familiar, teasing tone. “Hey, Darlin’?” 

Fuck.

You glance up from your painting, eyes large and round and far too innocent for where his mind immediately takes him. He’s got this easy going grin on his face, eyes sparkling more than they probably have any right to that just makes him so... annoyingly hot. He sets down his iced tea — which, objectively, made no sense in the current weather conditions — and points at the palette next to you.

“I think yer paint is dry.” Was it the grin that made your belly flutter or the genuine concern in his eyes like he might get up and buy you brand new paint if you show the slightest hint of disappointment.

“O-oh, no,” you murmur, picking up the palette and setting it a little closer to him. “It’s watercolors. They, um… well, they don’t dry out. I mean— they do, but…”

Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to him? You never had this issue before. Not since… well… that one night after that one dream…

“You just… add more water,” your lips part to take in a shaky breath of air. “And there it is.”

Phillip’s eyes flicker with interest and he offers a smile. His face light sup when he makes that internal connection between his Chief Finance Officer and the arts.

“Oh, like go-… gowa-somethin’.” He shakes his head dismissively. “I’ve a teammate who uses somethin’ like thick ol’ watercolors in ‘is free time. He’s real good.”

You squint at the man before you as your brain spins to decipher his words. “G-Gawa…? Oh — Gouache?” 

“That’s it!” He snaps his fingers, nodding. “Gouache.”

“Heh, well, sort of… Gouache isn’t meant to dry out if it’s Himi gouache. It’s meant to be like… oil paint consistency. My brother uses Himi gouache all the time, too.” You offer a small smile, picking up a small pipette. “But they do interact really well with watercolors! But watercolors are meant for water, and gouache is meant for… well, still water, but they’re opaque and usually used for backgrounds or touch-ups.”

Phillip leans a little closer as you drip water into a few of the watercolor cakes, the pigments immediately beginning to lift up. The Commander glances up at you with a soft sort of fondness in his eyes before watching your nimble fingers pick up a brush and drag it through the watery paint. 

“See? Just a lil’ water and they’re fine…”

“So… watercolors need… water. Got it.” He smirks up at you, leaning back and sipping his tea. When he sets the drink in his laps, his  legs spread a little and his arm drapes the empty seat next to him. “Tell me about it. I don’t know a lot.”

You can feel your cheeks burning at the casual tone of his voice. He sounds genuinely interested, like his full attention is on you. He truly wants to learn about watercolors. 

Maybe he just wants to hear your voice, but you don’t need to know that.

“Well… what do you want to know?” You inquire softly, pulling your palette back in place and adjusting your paper block.

“Like… what’s the best thing t’ paint? Or what’re yer favorite colors to paint with? Or, no, better yet — why the hell’re the colors starting with white and yellow and not, y’know, red?”

You laugh at that, his tone sounding all too inconvenienced for a 41 year old military commander talking about watercolors.

“Y’know… I don’t know.” You stare blankly for a few moments, trying to process it. “I think it’s just how the colors flow. But, there’s lots of the same colors because of warm and cold tones.”

He nods at you, urging you to continue.

You take a breath.

“If you’ve ever tried mixing red and blue to get purple, it prolly didn’t go well, did it? It’s likely because you used a warm red and a cool blue, or vice versa. Colors have temperatures that make them go a little better with each other.”

As you continue to explain, you try not to focus on the way his eyes drift over your form, focusing between your body, your lips, and your eyes.

“So, to make a nice lookin’ green, y’gotta use somethin’ like a warm blue and a warm yellow?”

“Yes!” You beam up at him, and the action urges him to sit up a little more intently. 

“So, why have so many colors on your palette? Wouldn’t you only need, what, six or seven?”

“Well, you can…” You gesture to the palette, a metal tin with 24 half-pans in various colors. “But it’s also nice to have some premade colors. Especially for vibrant purples.” He glances at the palette. “Seems like you really only use this one yellow.”

“Cadmium.”

“And this red.”

“…Cadmium.”

He tilts his head at you, eyelids falling half-way to offer a look as if you’re fucking with him. “Really, now? An’, this blue?”

You break out into a big grin. “Cadmium— NO Phillip put that down!”

But it’s too late. He snatches up the palette, quickly standing and walking towards the cafe’s trash can. Phillip laughs as you push and smack him playfully, trying to reach around his larger frame in order to get your beloved palette back. But he keeps walking, holding the tin palette by the thumb ring on the bottom to dangle it over the trash.

“It was Phthalo!” You shout with a laugh. “Phthalo blue.

He narrows his eyes at you with a slight upturn to his lips. Then, he relents. “Fine. But if I find out there’s another Cadeema in there, Imma throw this damn palette outta my truck.”

“Cadmium—“ He grips your shoulders, pulling you real close.

“Do you think. I’m playin’?

Lords.

You bite your lip, eyes glittering. “Maybe.”

If it weren’t for the random customer to walk in, Phillip might have actually thrown you out of the window. Instead, he ushers you back to the table, hand barely brushing your lower back.

“So… what else ’s there?”

You exhale a little, but laugh. “Honestly? Prolly too much to explain. I think you should just watch and then learn.”

“Aw, not gonna be a teach for me, darlin’?” He gives you a pretty little pout. “Not even a little?”

You simply smile at the man. Something about this was easier than you expected it to be. Yeah, the butterflies are still there, and yes, you’re still very much aware of his eyes trailing up and down over you, but… it’s easy. He’s not pushy, he’s listening, and he’s asking questions. He’s engaged in the conversation. He wants to learn.

But as much as you want to teach him, you like coming out to the cafe to simply… breathe in the calm. The ambient sounds of the people around you lost in their own conversations, the smell of freshly bakes pastries and newly roasted coffee… you lived for it. It was easy to paint in public. Not because people would give you the occasional compliment, but because the cafe was always a breeding ground for easy focus. You could just… get as lost in your work as everyone else around you was lost in there. It’s… easy.

Lost in your own thoughts, you miss the way that Phillip’s head quirks to the side, and the way he observes your eyes and your calm smile. So he settles back in his chair, and after a sip of his coffee and a self-soothing breath, his tone of voice changes immediately.

“How about you show me how you paint a warm summer sky?”

———

The drive back was more calming and quiet than it ever had been. You’d discovered that Phillip loved to talk, and he loved when others did, too. He never much liked silence. It made him antsy and nervous. So to have a near-silent ride back was… new.

And you enjoyed it. 

The entire time inside the cafe while you painted, Phillip silently observed you. And the entire time he watched, his eyes sparkled with wonder. You knew he wanted to ask, but there was something in him that drove him to stay silent. He even suppressed those random little sighs he’d make when bored.

“Thank you,” you start meekly. “I… I had fun.”

He glances away from the road to smile at you, eyes crinkling in the corners. He drums his fingers along the steering wheel of his Chevy truck, tapping along to the beat of some old rock song he’d chosen.

“I did, too,” he begins. “Yer a good painter.”

You bite your lip a little. “Y’know… maybe one day I can teach you more actively.”

That get’s Phillip to raise his brow. “What, like we paint togetha or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” you nod, grinning up at him. “Think you got what it takes?”

He nods slowly, pursing his lips in thought. The way his brows twitch when he thinks is something you can’t help but find cute, especially when his eyes drift seamlessly over to you.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” his tone is easy, but his smile falters. “But it’s gotta be sometime nex’ week.”

You sit up a little. Was he going on a deployment of some kind? How long would he be gone? Were you gonna be alone for a while? Meals, you needed to prep meals. And you need make sure to set an alarm to lock the doors. And check the stove—

“Hun… Relax,” Phillip purrs. “It’s just a few late nights. I’ll be back ‘round midnight to 0100, and have t’leave around 0400. Nothin’ serious.”

It’s your turn to purse your lips in thought. 

“Nothing serious, he says…” You murmur. “Just three hours of sleep each night for a week…”

He laughs, slowing his car as he reaches the driveway of his house. Of y’alls house. “Tell you what. I’ll make sure t’get plenty o’ rest once I get done. Y’can bore me to sleep with yer painting lessons or whatever.”

Even despite this being the same teasing your siblings might give you, you know full well that Phillip doesn’t mean it. That look in his eyes is one of a gentle kind of fondness. Like a seedling that you desperately want him to foster and care for so it can grow into something… true.

You grin confidently. “We’ll see about that, hotshot.”

———

“So, Pint…” the voice on the other end of your phone is one you cherish. “How’s the landlord?”

You set up the phone on the desk in your room, adjusting everything before relaxing. You call Austin every few weeks to catch up. After leaving for the Marines, you never heard much of him. But you heard even less when he joined some fancy team a year or so back. 

“He’s fine, Aus. I’m well taken care of.” You smile as your older brother pours himself a glass of bourbon. “He’s really sweet. I feel like I should be paying him more.”

Austin’s eyes roll as he takes a seat, leaning on his arm. “Don’t even. Take advantage of the system until yer out of college. Get that degree and get yourself out of there.”

Your brother worked hard to take care of you after he left, usually by sending some extra cash when you needed it for school. He’s always been the protective type, which is why he worked hard to find you a landlord he knew was gonna be good to you and keep you with a full belly, even on days that you weren’t making enough.

“Hey, Aus?” His expression turns into a curious yet serious look. “You never did tell me how you found this place for me.”

“I work with money, Pint. I know how to find shit. Don’t worry about it.” He sips his bourbon, eyes narrowing slightly. “But you tell me if that landlord of yours gets too snippy. You said military, yeah? Thems can get dickish at times.”

You deadpan your brother. “Thinking I can’t handle myself?”

“You can, I know that, Half-Pint. I just want to join in on the fun.”

Austin brandishes a knife of his, one that has a black ace on the handle. It’s a beautiful knife, all things considered. 

“Please don’t hurt my landlord. Phillip’s actually really sweet. Not to mention the first man that’s actually listened to my rambles.”

“Am I just lean meat to you?”

“I distinctly remember you telling me to shut up several times as kids, bitch.” 

Truth be told, your brother listened to you a lot. You just… never shut up about your hobbies. And while he loved listening to his younger sibling, the man had other issues on his mind. Like a sibling to take care of with two practically deadbeat parents.

He laughs at you, the sound echoing in the receiver.

You missed him, you did. He never really came by to visit. But you’d never tell him that. He’s happy with his super secret job, and as long as he kept calling, you’d cherish every moment with your brother. Something about OPSEC, he said, was the reason he couldn’t talk. 

“Hey, hun?” Phillip’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

You slide your chair back a bit, leaning closer to the closed door. “Yeah?”

“Pulled pork or sausage?”

“Uhh…” You ponder for a moment. Pulled pork means barbecue sandwiches, and sausage means dirty rice, both of which sounded heavenly. “Sausage.”

“’Kay.”

You slide back to your desk, being immediately met with the sight of your brother picking at the tip of his blade. “Hun?”

“It’s not like that! He’s Texan, breathe.” You take a sip of your own water, trying to suppress the blush.

“Really.”

“Listen to me, Aus, it’s not like that.” It’s like that. “He even calls little Tulip that!”

The snake in question hisses, evidently knowing his own name. And you smile fondly at the snake, your mind immediately going back to when Phillip gave the three snakes a bath for the first time. How easily he dealt with Fetti’s terrified little tantrum and spasms. How natural it was for him to love on Tiki as he wound himself around Phillip, genuinely trying to constrict and eat him. But Phillip didn’t give a care. He loved every single one of your babies. 

Hell, Phillip had Tiki around his neck right now because the damn corn snake couldn’t handle being away from him for more than three minutes.

A snapping noise brings you out of your blissed out thoughts.

“Earth to Pint,” Austin says, eyes dark. “Don’t tell me I need to take this guy out…”

“No!” You flush a little, shrugging. “He’s too old for me, you know that. And you know I’d tell you. I told you when I dated that kid in high school, didn’t I?” He raises a brow. “The one who laid his hands on you? The only reason I found out you were dating? For only three days before the fucker tried something?”

The sound of your exhale is loud. “Aus, pleas don’t worry about my landlord, or me. You’ve taught me enough to handle myself.”

“Okay, but the moment he tries anything—“

“I will tell you. I promise.”

“Good.” He smiles. “By the way, Tulip’s eating your plant.” 

With that, your older brother hangs up, leaving you to whip around and glare at the snake, his mouth wide as he attempts to swallow your little fern. 

“TULIP!”

———

You smile when Phillip sets down a bowl of dirty rice in front of you, his eyes so fond. After successfully dislodging the plant from your snake’s mouth, you’d gone out to watch Phillip cook, something you often find yourself doing. He’s just good at it, genuinely. And it’s not just the classic American Dad kinds of food, like steaks and burgers. This man has made all kinds of food for you, from fancy Michelin style meals to easy and lazy food. 

You yourself did some cooking. After all, you’d taken care of your younger siblings for years now. Dinners are second nature. And that makes Phillip cooking for you that much more… endearing.

Especially when it’s the last dinner you and Phillip will be sharing for a few days. It makes you sad, even if you don’t want to admit it. You love eating with him. He’d talk endlessly about his day, usually in vague terms or an exponentially growing amount of abbreviations and slang. But he seemed so excited to talk to you about it! He might as well be a golden retriever. 

“If you don’t min’ me askin’, hun, who were ya talkin’ to just a bit ago?” Phillip asks, sitting down next to you at the kitchen bar. “You sounded like they were under ya feather’s at times. ’S it someone I needa take care of?”

Stop being hot. Please.

“No, no. Just my brother. Don’t worry.” You wave your hand dismissively. “The usual sibling relationship.”

Phillip chuckles, his eyes twinkling with understanding. He grew up on a field with many, many older and younger siblings he helped wrangle. He knows the deal. “Makes sense, hun. But what about my precious Tulip, hm? Why’d you yell at the baby.”

Turning away to cross your arms and pout, you regard the question with mock irritation. “He ate. My plant.”

“Ate your plant?” He sits up in interest, taking a bite of his food. 

“Yeah! And the little fucker also thought it was a good idea to eat the pot, too!” A huff falls from your lips. He tries not to stare. “I got it out, but he wasn’t happy. I don’t even know why.”

He purses his lips, brows twitching. “Do they eat plants?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. “Not unless it smells like food.”

Phillip pales a little, setting down his fork. “Aw hell…”

“What?”

“I reckon that’s my fault.” Phillip really has the audacity to avoid your judgmental glare. “After feedin’ the little angel I went to adjust your little plant leaf. Flower boy musta been able to smell the mice.”

You slowly work your fingers around the fork, eyes staring intently at your roommate. “Come again?”

“With pleasu-“ But Phillip stops once his eyes meet your death grip on the fork. He leans back a little. “Don’t do that… do not… do that…”

“Give me one good reason,” you begin, eyes narrowed, “not to stab you in the hand with this fork.”

Phillip inhales slowly. “Because… you… like me?”

“Try again.”

The man stares at you for a few grueling seconds, your eyes fighting to stay in line with his. But they dip down just a bit too low.

And he notices.

His hands instantly clasp around both of your wrist to pin them to the table, his grip firm and true. He gets real close to your face — real close — breath fanning across your lips. “Because you don’t want to mess with the Commander of a fuckin’ PMC.”

Oh, Austin is gonna kill you for the thoughts in your head…

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You Don't Love Him (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This could lowkey be a part 2 to "Somebody Else" but I didn't confine it to that. I have such an unhealthy obsession with writing Graves in this "is it cheating?? yeah it's cheating" kind of situation like literally tell me what to do pls commander I'll do whatever (don't ask how this reflects onto my mental state, it's easier to not get into it). If there's a typo it's because it's 5am, just lmk and I'll fix LOL

Based on Repeat After Me by The Weeknd

gn! (no use of Y/N), mentions of a boyfriend

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, pet names, cheating, swearing, possessiveness??, lowkey toxic relationship, a tad corny (oops that's on me being a hopeless romantic), light smut??

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Your phone sat on the bar top with the contact “Phillip” staring back at you, begging for you to call it. Resting your head in one hand, and picking up the phone with the other you listened to the ring, feeling nauseous that this is what it had come to.

“Whaddya doin’ calling me”, he answered, you hadn't thought this far ahead, you were expecting the voicemail.

“Phillip…” your voice caught in your throat

“Doll,” he sounded exasperated, “if you wanna come over, just say that, we don't have to play a game” he sighed. “Are you still with that new boyfriend,” you forgot how fast the word traveled.

“I don’t know, it’s complicated”, you didn’t feel like getting into the details.

“How do ya not know, it's a pretty clear question”, Graves wanted to know if you were finally ready to leave your boyfriend for him yet, he had been waiting for you to come back. 

“My boyfriends’ a dick Graves, stop acting like this is new information”, the bartender dropped off your tab silently as you continued on the phone with Phillip. 

“I know, I know darling, just wanted to hear you say it”, he laughed to himself, “Where you at, I’ll get a cab to bring ya to my place”,

“I don't even know hold on”, you scanned your tab hoping to find the name of the bar somewhere printed, Mack's, you pulled out some cash and pushed the tab back towards the bartender, waving to signal him to keep the change. “Mack’s” you finally spoke.

“That place is a dump, the hell you doing over there?” Phillip hated how you were so careless at times, he needed to protect you. 

“I don't know Phillip, fuck, I just found it and needed to get drunk, sorry” as bad as you needed him, he still pissed you off.

“Cab’s on the way sit tight, you want me to sit on the phone with you while we wait?”, you were now waiting outside of the bar leaning up on the brick waiting for your ride. 

“Yeah, thank you”, maybe it was the cold air or the rough brick up against your back but you were sobering up and the whole situation felt embarrassing. Drunk calling your ex was not like you.

“No need to thank me, you know I’d do ‘bout anything for ya”, his voice was low, you missed him, that’s why you called him. Looking up from your feet you saw the cab finally pull up.

“Well, my ride’s here, see you soon Commander”,

“See you soon doll”,

Hopping out of the car finally feeling sober after water and some snacks the gracious driver had provided, you showed your appreciation through a cash tip. Approaching the door you felt dizzy, but no longer from the alcohol that had passed through your system, it was the idea of being in Phillip Graves' presence after so much time apart. Your hand went up to ring the doorbell but before you even got the chance, the door creaked open.

“Hey, there ya are, come in” Phillip had beaten you to the punch, as you stepped inside the house, as he shut the door behind you. “Been awhile since you been here”, laughing to himself, “Everything’s still where it was last, so make yourself at home”, he pulled you in for a side hug and placed a small kiss on your head. Peeling off your coat, and kicking off your shoes you looked around the place you used to call a second home. 

“I missed you”, you whispered, Phillip was halfway down the hall heading towards the living room, he turned around to look at you, 

“I know”, he shot a small smile at you, “Missed you too darlin’”, he outstretched a hand, waving for you to follow him towards the kitchen. “Need anythin? Water?”, Graves was going through his cabinets pulling out two glasses, getting you the water, regardless of whatever your answer was going to be. Sliding the glass over to you, you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, really, for the cab, for answering the phone, letting me come over, all of it”, you looked up at him shyly.

“Like I said, I’d do anything for you, I don't need the thank you”, he said, tipping his glass back, unlike yours he had whiskey. “Tell me about your boyfriend”, he eyed you over the glass he had picked up to take another sip out of. 

“I don't want to talk about him when I’m with you”, you lightly pushed your glass of water back and forth between your hands, avoiding Phillip’s eyes. 

“I didn’t ask, I said to tell me about him”, 

“He isn’t you, that's all you need to know Graves”, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

“Then break up with him” he had finished his drink, now pouring a second.

“I will, soon” you watched as the caramel-colored liquid splashed into the glass.

“Why’d you get with him anyways?” Graves slowly swirled the drink, walking closer to you.

“You want the real answer?” he nodded, “To spite you”, saying it out loud sounded dumb but at the time Phillip wasn't a great boyfriend, always busy running Shadow Company, he barely had time for you. You figured dating someone else would piss Graves off enough, and you were right.

“You sure do know how to piss me off”, Phillip laughed, shaking his head.

“I could say the same to you Commander”, you clink your glass against his, taking a sip of the water. Graves finished his drink, sliding it down the counter away from him now, walking up to you, and lifting you up onto the countertop. The marble was cold underneath your legs, on top of your thighs, Phillip’s hands rested as he stood between your legs. Your hands sat loosely around his neck as you took in the man infront of you.

“You love him?” he looked up at you, moving some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t, I can’t when I’m thinking of you”, his hand now cupping your face.

“You don't love him” he was whispering it to himself, “Repeat it for me,” speaking up now

“I don't love him Phillip” your hand moved to hold his face, slowly pulling him in as he leaned into you, lips parting to meet him as your hands moved down his chest pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. 

Graves�� hands slid down your back tugging you off the counter and into his arms, with your legs wrapping around his waist in response as he carried you towards the bedroom. As he walked down the hallway your lips made their way down to his neck.

Setting you down on the bed, Phillip pulled his shirt off over his head, your eyes lingered. “See somethin’ you like sweetheart?” tossing you a wink as he threw his shirt to the side. 

“I think so Commander” flashing a grin back in his direction, Graves was now in front of where you sat on the bed, his hands pulling lightly at the belt loops on your jeans. 

“I wanna unbutton these, just a little bit”, smirking at you, Phillip popped the button up and slowly started tugging the jeans down your legs. 

“See something you like?” you mocked his previous words back to him.

“Of course, I do darlin’”, as he started to place small kisses trailing up your leg. You closed your eyes, letting your head tilt back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on you.

A slight ring caused you to open your eyes, looking around the room. Your phone which had ended up on the floor was ringing. 

“You gonna get that?” Phillip whispered in between kisses.

“No,” laying your head back down. The ringing continued for a second time causing Graves to stand up and answer your phone. 

“We’re busy right now, I'll have 'em call ya back”, biting his lip, staring back at you as you watched him on your phone.

“Who the fuck is this?” a man's voice shouted through the phone, your boyfriend’s voice. You were fucked.

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Part 2!!

I'LL WRITE A PART TWO IF YALL WANT !!! I CUT THE ENDING SHORT I'M SORRY

[fairyboygenius]

everywhere, everything

simon “ghost” riley x original female character

a/n: this is short lol but it’ll introduce some conflict. this does have a plot despite me knowing like nothing about the military

no warnings!

yk the deal

When they walked into the meeting room, the first thing Task Force 141 saw was Allie sitting with her feet up on the table, petting Lola with one hand and messing with a fidget toy with the other, laughing at something Laswell was saying. She was still in her scrubs, braids pulled back with a bandana.

“Great of you to finally join us, boys.” Laswell sounded bored in her signature way. She checked her watch, then got up and moved towards the front. “Feet off the table, Al. We’ve got lots to cover.”

Allie flinched, a chastened expression flashing across her face before she took her feet off the table and sat up. The seat she had chosen happened to be right next to Simon’s usual seat- and he liked his little routines as much as the next person, so why move away from her? Lola nudged his hand as he sat, and he hummed, reaching out to tentatively pet the top of her head. Allie gave a little nod of approval before settling back in.

She smelled like lavender. Definitely non-regulation soap. It’s his new favorite scent in the world.

“Okay, so, we’ve got some updates on the Konni. It seems they’re setting up a club somewhere in Chicago, which’ll of course just be a front for the weapons and drug dealing. They’re planning an attack on Chicago with the help of an American group.”

Allie visibly winced as Laswell said the next part. “Shadow Company.”

“You can’t be serious,” Price huffed. “Thought that whole operation fell apart after Graves was killed.”

Laswell clicked to the next slide, a picture of the last time the group saw Phillip Graves in some warehouse. “See, that’s what we thought.”

Groans erupted around the table. Allie blinked, and genuine distress seemed to appear on her face for a second. “Ma’am, please tell me you’re joking.”

Laswell shook her head. ��Apparently he’s been convening with Konni for several months now. Faked his death after Las Almas to avoid the inevitable consequences.”

“So where do we fit into all of this?” Gaz asked. “We go on, infiltrate the club, take down Makarov and Graves?”

Price grimaced. “What, you got a better plan? Can’t exactly jus’ sit in here and gripe about how we fucked up last time. We need to get in there before more innocent people are killed by that whole group.”

Laswell gave a thin smile. “I hear Chicago’s nice this time of year.”

“We’re leavin tomorrow, then?” Soap spoke up. “Whit time?”

“Heli’ll be ready at 2030. Don’t be late.” Laswell looked at each of them, her voice slipping into professionalism mode as she looked at Allie. “Lieutenant Bishop, I’ll have one of the other medics walk you through what’s in your kit. Anything bigger than basic first aid the boys come to you. Doesn’t matter if you need to drag them, kicking and screaming. Yours and Lola’s ear protection will be delivered to you by lunch tomorrow.”

Allie nodded. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“We’ll go over the itinerary after dinner tonight.” Laswell looked at Price for confirmation, and he nodded. “Dismissed.”

Everyone filed out, but Allie was quiet. Still early enough on that she wasn’t comfortable with them, necessarily. Still not exactly a social butterfly.

“Ye alrigh’, lass?” Soap nudged her. Lola booped her snout against Allie’s hand, which helped to ground her.

“Yeah. I just… the fact that this is my first mission with you guys is kind of crazy. Considering I used to work with Shadow Company. I wasn’t involved directly in any of their shit, but I was a team medic, kind of like I am for you guys. I’ve heard how Phillip- Commander Graves- kind of screwed you over.”

“You know Graves well?” Ghost’s voice was gruff. Something flashed in his eyes- was it jealousy? No, surely not- before his expression settled again.

Allie sighed, just deciding to drop the bombshell. What’s the use in keeping the secret?

“He’s my ex boyfriend.”

[spurgie-cousin]

I feel it was arranged in the sense that Bri found Nurie first and got to know the family through her, and was Jill’s perfect combination of flattering and submissive and it was decided to pair him up with the next available son, which was Sam (since I think Phillip was going through his issues around the time that Bri started traveling with Nurie and Nathan, Tim was already engaged and Gabe was still too young)

There was also speculation that Nathan and Nurie’s church was like 2-3 hours from where Bri lived when she started going there, so it was assumed that she intentionally sought them out to get closer to the Rod family. That’s probably also a little bit of where my ‘arranged courtship’ feelings come from. He might actually really like her (wouldn’t know it from their photoshoot) but I think they were heavily pushed together by Jill and Bri herself.

Also I think what really raised the eyebrows and red flags for people was the age and world experience gap. What would make a 25 year old secular college graduate want to hitch up with a freshly 20 year old recent graduate of fundie homeschool, who clearly had a different upbringing and lives several states away?

Kind of like I said in the last answer, I agree that this and all the marriages were probably set up in some way by Jill and David, and I mostly think that's because the pool of Acceptable Marriage Candidates for any of the Rodrigues kids is very, very small. And I'm sure Nurie is aware of whatever level of bigotry makes someone acceptable to marry into their family, seeing as she's done it before lol, so I also don't disagree that she's the one that made Jill and David aware of Brianne initially.

And I'm not saying anything definitely about Brianne's character bc honestly she seems weird as hell, although I will add that based on the reddit AMA her childhood friend did she grew up Catholic, not secular like a lot of people think, and apparently with very controlling parents. Personally, I just haven't seen any evidence that she's anything but a weird fundie Baptist convert.

I also don't know for sure where she lived at the time she started attending Nathan's church, I thought I'd heard she was in the area but who knows if that's true. But I'd also argue that, if I were an IBLP flavored fundie Christian convert, a Keller family-run church might be a bigger draw than anything the Rods have going on.......at 25 she is certainly among the generation who might've watched those Duggar reruns, which featured the Kellers (incl Nathan occasionally) waaaaay more than they ever did the Rods (I think we saw them in the crowd for a wedding, once). So if you're in a fanatical fundie mindset, the Kellers are honestly more fundie "royalty" by a long shot, but as a woman it's not like you could hangout with Nathan and his fam alone, so you get close to his wife, meet her family when they come visit a few times a year etc, etc.

Genuinely I'm not trying to stand up for Brianne lol, I'm ngl it's just bugging me that they're have been sooooo many similar fundie relationships with the genders reversed, even with the age gap and life circumstances of one of the spouses, but nobody really gets all conspiratorial like they (mostly reddit tbh) are doing with this relationship. It just feels like a lot of people might be making an exception because Samuel is conventionally hot and Brianne is older and a woman.

[myanmardoesnotexist]

Omggggg so good… i can’t wait for jealous vale

Also Valentino saying that Andrea is too old for marc, ouch, poor marc, i just know that he is going through it right now

Also andrea and marc maybe having kind of fixed things? I don’t think they are actually okay rn but it seems like marc has committed to the thing a bit more so… maybe they have kind of talked (i hope for both of their sakes)

And vale + dirty thoughts about marc is a unbearable combo! Thank you for that 💗

(Btw, idk if you know this, but in the text you said that there are rumours that marc would replace casey right? In reality hondas plan was to replace dovi with marc to get a stoner-marquez lineup for 2013 but casey retired after winning the wc, which is why dovi stayed and marc got caseys seat)

(Also another question, will you move marc and his accident from 2011 to 2012 too? Because it is a important character point i suppose but it would also mean marc would not win the championship unless he absolutely dominates the rest of the races)

Glad you liked it haha

So for the whole replacing stoner thing, I wasn’t around during the time so really I don’t know what the rumors were or how everything happened so you just kind of have to accept little things like that lol

For the swapping of 2011 to 2012 this is how I was planning on doing it. So, in the real 2012 Marc mathematically won the championship at Phillips Island (even if Pol would have won the next race and Marc DNFd it would be impossible to score enough points to beat him), and also retired in Sepang that year (where he crashed and had his accident in 2011). So I’m just swapping the GPs around so Sepang is after Phillips Island. We still see Marc mathematically win there, because even if he does not get to finish the last two races he still has won the championship at that point, and we also have him crash in Sepang. It works out because if Marc hadn’t retired in Sepang in 2012 he probably would have won the championship there, so just switching the GPs kind of fixes everything. Hope that makes sense, I promise the math for points works out, and Marc will win even with the Sepang crash.

I appreciate your eye for detail and accuracy haha you keep me on my toes, but just gonna be a little honest here and say it’s fanfiction. There are going to be some real world inaccuracies to move the story forward, I mean the entire plot is made up haha I’m not saying this like I’m upset at you for asking, it genuinely helps me with story building, but I don’t want you to stress about it too much

[malkaleh]

I’m distracting myself so have some writer commentary on the latest Crown of Ashes chapter (major major spoilers - read the chapter before reading this etc)

Realising this is is actually an in universe AU fic (as in within my Tudors OT3 universe Tudor fandom this is an AU someone came up with) made it make so much more sense and writing it came so much easier.

I was really stuck on what exactly was going to happen to Thomas because in all honesty Mary was not going to be merciful - she’s displacing all her anger and pain on to him as being responsible for all the horrible choices she feels she’s had to make and thus, he was either going to die horribly and humiliatingly in public or…someone was going to give him the only thing they could :(.

I don’t think that was actually unpopular as such (feelings about Cromwell are better in this AU but).

Ironically Mary may have been better not doing all this legally because she’s getting it out in public. Not the sodomy though - because she wants to spare her father/her own reputation so she went for the heresy.

Her condition of pardoning her father was that he recognise that his second marriage was illegitimate, restore Mary as his sole heir and disavow Cromwell/The Anglican Church. This may be explored in the future but Henry, faced with having to kill his husband, disinherit his children (who he would not be allowed to see again) and end up as a puppet king was like LOL NO.

We should also be getting into Phillip who very much was plotting against Mary by the point in which he was arrested which to be fair to him Mary had cheated on him, made their children and her siblings bastards, had engineered a coup against her father and thus he planned to get the kids out to Bavaria where they would be safe (or possibly to Scotland and their Aunt Margaret).

Mary did pull off a coup with a combination of Spanish soldiers and popular support - albeit with the idea of ‘removing heresy/cromwell’ rather than ‘executing the king and the queen and disinheriting her brothers’ (The Spanish soldiers were from the fact that Queen Juana was facing a rebellion and Mary’s Spanish relatives on the side of the rebellion wanted Mary/England in their debt).

I absolutely got inspired by a scene in @theladyelizabeth ‘s WBRR and also I want to be clear that the men Mary sent Fucked It Up and it was not what she intended to happen (she’d planned for it be broken to them gently and give the children time to say goodbye/have their familiar things packed up to take with them. That is not what happens).

I also do not know that the babies have a Great Time Of It in their new lodgings honestly :(. Which Mary also did not intend.

Elizabeth having to be so grown up at thirteen/fourteen was so so heartbreaking.

Mary investing so much in the ‘everything will be okay if…’ genuinely does break my heart because here’s the thing - she absolutely believes she is doing the right thing even if it breaks her, she absolutely believes she must do it.

[lirhyapetitpain]

The events of Immortal Hulk depict a timeloop in which a desperate message from the end of all things reaches Sam and he takes that message to enact the events we see unfold, preventing the destruction of all.

Where do you feel Sam, who wanted to bring about this calamity, went wrong and ended up preventing the One Below All from claiming Banner?

Hah, that's a good question. I hope we'll now more about this, how did it reach Sam, of all the universe and time and people and infinite possibilities ? Is it because he was the only one who could prevent it or was it an accident ? Did he, somehow, was smart enough to intercept it himself ? Why did he want to bring a future where he's dead too considering the One Below All is the last entity remaining ? Did he even fail ? We don't know, the future he witnessed is so far away, TOBA/TOAA is still here so it can still happen, Immortal Hulk's ending is an open door (pun intended), it's not an ending and it left our characters with choices, all of them. Bruce is still wondering if he's going on the right path, Sam is no longer the Leader, they both can still pick a different path and it's up to other writers to write that and with all the references to Tamuz and Green Doors we get in Phillip Kennedy Johnson's run I really don't think the Green Door story is over, so far we can't really tell if that calamity was really prevented imo.

As for what Sam did wrong, as always his own arrogance, I guess he was bold enough to think he could trick TOBA itself and kinda become it and get its power, as he called himself a God (of hate) which TOBA is. And he did become that but not as intended, he was the puppet and not the puppeteer, TOBA's mask, possessed like a simple tool. Sam is connected to Bruce, they share a destiny and it seems TOBA needs both of them, something Sam failed to see 'cause he thought Bruce was the one and only missing link for the gamma flow or whatever when it was apparently him. They both have a part to play in this future and if anything so far Sam totally served TOBA's goal. After all Sam could manipulate the Green Door way easier than Brian and I don't think it's because he's smarter, Sam was always able to possess Gamma irradiated (Omnibus) and always able to create connexion with them (Rick, Bruce), he just never realized he could, it was an "accident" each time, even if when he reached Bruce he says that "somehow, through some door" (so Bruce's door) he was able to reach him. Sam always had access to it (and he's not the only one, I don't know if you ever read Al Ewing's first Defender run with Red Harpy but you should). Same for the shapeshifting, Sam had a shit tons of transformations already and being able to shapeshift is just the natural evolution of his manipulative power and liar personality so to me everything he got through TOBA's power is just a better advanced controle over his own, not a new one. Sam is about hate and so is TOBA, Sam is a connexion, he's not the host it was planning to keep but the connexion between gamma and irradiated it needed to reach Bruce. Or at least that's how I see it. Just like how Jackie is the eyes and can see the truth (I'll develop that one day, the link between truth and gamma), Bruce the strength and destruction etc etc to me the main irradiated all have a specific role to play, kinda like a chest game. As such I would say Bruce is the King, the one needed piece, Sam the Queen, the one that can make every moves and will kinda create the path y'know (I should draw them all as chest pieces now that I think of it...), you get my point. And ironically through his own over confidence he understimated himself and his role in this calamity, leading (lol) him to his own demise.

Anyway, feel free to ask more about the lore even if it's unrelated to art ! It makes me very happy to talk about that and feel free to agree or disagree, my answer is mostly interpretation, as I said Immortal Hulk ending is an open door and it left us free to have our own interpretation and that's something I really love about this story, while it gives us a real story with a beginning and an ending, we are free to have our own vision. Hulk forgiving Sam was a perfect exemple of this with Savage being for forgivness, Jackie being against it and refusing to forgive him and Joe being like "heh idk I guess that depends on what he'll do next" so you could relate to yes, no, maybe. And I think having a story ending with such endless possibilities is great so I really don't mind earing your own version of it, you or anyone else. That's why when I commission an artist to draw Sam I let them free, I don't want them to draw MY interpretation, I want them to draw THEIRS, I love sharing headcanon and theories with people. In fact the way I see Sam (and Hulk's lore) changed so much through people's own interpretation, it's truly fascinating and it's what a fandom should be about, sharing. Oh it doesn't mean you have to agree and adopt these headcanons, far from it, but other people's headcanons won't prevent you from having your own different ones and listening to others can bring very good point you didn't necessarly think about. As much as I love Sam and as much as I know everything about him, comics lore is way too inconsistant to have only one truth and one vision about a character.

[deputy-buck]

I’m back lol. So as we know, you love Sid (I totally get why!) but now here’s another question…

WHAT’S YOUR SHIPS FOR SID (if you have any) AND DO YOU HAVE ANY HEADCANONS OF SID!??

(I love it so much when people come back to my askbox again and again, it makes me feel so loved, thank you Mar)

There's 4 people that I ship him with!

Sid/Gene: childhood lovers, all of their firsts are with each other, there's no bashfulness so they know literally everythin that makes the other go bonkers in bed. Before their service years, it was very sweet and frantic, the 'this is so wrong but it feels so good' feelin was still fresh. After the war, it turned a little dark -not too dark- and Sid became a sort of authority figure for Eugene, givin Gene an outlet for his new need to serve. It also helps soothe the slipping feelin Sidney gets at times; like none of his efforts amount to anything. The visual proof of Eugene relaxing and dropping into a submissive headspace gives Sidney a sense of control, it allows him to focus on Eugene and his needs, and meetin those needs is the most satisfyin thing for Sid.

Sidney/Hoosier: idk I always got the feeling that Hoosier was an important person to Sid, like he looked up to Bill, and then Bill realized that and felt a need to protect and guide Sid. This is all based on the scene at the end of the first episode where Hoosier asks how old Sidney is turning, I look at Hoosier's face as Sidney says 18 and I see NEED and WANT and ACHE in his eyes in every scene after that they share.

Sidney/Chuckler & Sidney/Runner: I just think they're cute together. That's it. With Lew I can see Sid letting Chuckler take a bit more control, more so in the way of learning from Lew and not so much the Dom/Sub type dynamic that Sid/Gene, and Sid/Hoosier have. Like Chuckler is teaching him how to be with a man, and Sidney is so eager to know everything about it. With Runner it's very much giggly-handsy-goofy intimacy, they're making mistakes and laughing about it, maybe accidentally hurting each other a little but it's okay because they both make it up to each other later with softness and jokes and the giddy "I can't believe we're doing this god it feels so good" strangling feeling

See this post of me complaining about the lack of fic for Sid/---

FOR THE HEADCANONS YES I HAVE MANY BUT THEY'RE SO DUMB-

It took him so long to learn how to ride a bike, Eugene made fun of him ofc but he also held him upright while Sid peddled very slowly until he could get enough momentum to go on his own. His primary way of stopping was jumping off into the grass, hey, the brakes were scary!

He is a Mama's Boy to the end. "Sorry, my mama said no." "Mama would love these flowers, Gene slow down, I need to pick these." "Good morning Mama, I cut up some fruit for you for breakfast." THE LIST GOES ON- He loves her with all his heart.

Him and Mary have an open relationship (very progressive for the 40s-50s I knowwwww) and they both know about each others attraction to their own genders: Mary has a couple of girls she messes around with, and Sid of course has Eugene. Sid, Mary, and Gene had a discussion about Gene joining them in bed, but Eugene is very much not into women. He assured Mary that she is still stunning as ever, just not his cup of tea these days, he'd have jumped all over the chance when he was 16 but now? No, but thank you Mrs. Houston-Phillips.

He builds and donates bird and bat houses to the local town hall, where people can pick one or two up and hang them in place of a recently downed tree. Sid is a sucker for flighted animals, it drives Mary crazy sometimes, all the chirping and squallering from birds at the bird feeders Sid has hung outside every window, but they make Sid happy so she always picks up a bag of bird feed every time she heads into town, just to see Sid's eye light up at her thoughtfulness.

That's just a couple that I can actually put into words lmao

[sea-owl]

Quick question about the Timetravel AU Au (lol) do both the siblings and the spouses have their memories or just the siblings? Because imagine it playing out that both sides DO remember but thinks the other half doesnt so its like scandal after scandal of them just wooing their partner but the spouse one-upping them each time (coz they don't have to share a braincell) and its just the usual chaos and all that. And if so how do you think they'd end up meeting?

Or maybe just what happened after the Bridgerton sibs were bulldozoling each other to get to their spouses on the other side lmaaoooo

You know I've been debating and a part of me wants to be like one au the spouses remember and the other au the Bridgertons remember and see what shenanigans we can come up with.

Another part of me wants to do in the what if time travel au add in the spouses friend group dynamic regency era style so we got the chaos family trying to seduce the found family.

Lmao imagine a scene where Simon and Anthony are ready to duel it out because they each "ruined" the other's sister meanwhile Kate and Daphne are off to the side like "Neither of you have a leg to stand on."

Or Sophie, Phillip, and Penelope having wtf/blushy face moments because they are the more subdued half of their little found family and not used to being persused as heavily as their Bridgertons do to them.

Meanwhile Michael and Francesca are laughing at their siblings. This time around Francesca didn't run from her feelings but no one ever believes that she was the seducer in their relationship.