#we learn from you captain J

[joongdunking]

Joong: Do you know who I like? Dungjangs: Dunkkkkkk Joong: Oiiiiiiiii Joong: Alright

ARE WE WRONG?????? LMAO 🤣

[sanhwaism]

bf!ateez and that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ ot8 x gn .ᐟ reader

genre ⟡ established relationship, romance, fluff

author's note ⟡ haaaaapy valentine's day 💌☁️ not long ago i have reached 100 followers eeek ^_^ so so grateful for every single one of you!! take this as my gift for both this milestone and valentine's day <3 (the specific habit of theirs will be written in italics just so it can be easier to spot hehe)

k. hongjoong — quality time

ah yes, the busy and very hardworking captain :,)

he's aware of the time spent in his studio; composing and producing music are in his nature after all!

so he feels very thankful that you are understanding and always there for him to cheer him up or reassure him that he doesn't have to feel guilty even when he's pulling all nighters there

yet he still feels bad deep down

at the same time he can't abandon his work

so every chance he gets — and i mean EVERY — when he's not that overworked he makes sure to learn about what you're into so he can spend time with you in a way which you'd enjoy the most

whether it's a new game you're into, or a tv show or a book or

the moment you mention it ONCE???? be sure he's taking a mental note and paying the closest attention to it

because he acknowledges that it will be useful for later

no matter what it is, he'll try his best to pick up on it so you can have a great time together

"oh is this the new video game you started playing? guess what i actually got into it as well so we can play it together now!! :D!"

"oh i know you told me about this book you're reading so i bought a copy as well and i started it whenever i took breaks at work!! let's talk about it!! :D!"

sobs

he's genuinely so thoughtful

so yes, knowing how much time he spends away from you makes him want to learn more about your interests so the moment he has you back in his embrace, he will make sure to repay you in the sweetest way possible!

p. seonghwa — words of affirmation

the type of boyfriend that always makes sure you know how great you're doing and how proud he is of you :(

he wouldn't go a day without praising you

if he is away from you because of work, expect a very early morning message from him in which he wishes you a good day ahead, that you will do great no matter what and he hopes you get to eat some yummy food in the meantime

and then later that day more encouraging words to keep you motivated and to also remind you that he loves you dearly

sobbing again

he wants you to tell him every detail about your day so he can praise every single effort you're making out there, no matter how small or insignificant you think it is

he'd tell you that just thinking of you gives him enough energy to go throughout the day

and he'll try his best to comfort you with his magical healing words if there is something you're going through

one thing about seonghwa is that he will validate your feelings no matter what. and that makes you feel so safe and appreciated and so so loved :(((

he's just comfort personified

he feels like hot chocolate served with marshmallows on top in front of the fireplace

if he's home and there are no miles that distance him from you, every single affectionate word that comes out of his mouth sounds even more soft hearted if that's possible

because not only does he know how to pick the best words and when to use them, but also the tone of his voice is just so soft and soothing

and now that no screen separates you both, his praises feel even more meaningful

he'd gently smile while caressing your cheek and whisper that he missed you so much and now that the day is over, everything that you have accomplished makes him so proud <3

j. yunho — physical touch

oh my god

PLEASE listen to me

when i say that i keep seeing those specific cutest clips of yunho that altered my brain chemistry

i mean it

they altered it so badly to the point where my opinion on his love language changed

everything clicks in your head the moment you realize that yunho has been doing this gesture to you after you two got more comfortable with each other

you walk baside him while holding his hand?

all of the sudden you feel his large, soft hand on the top of your head

he looks at you all smiley while you talk to him?

the next second his hand is moving towards the crown of your head, cutely ruffling your hair

you're eating and paying attention to the food before your very eyes?

headpat.

another headpat.

cute little soft headpat

is it the height difference that just makes him unable to control his hand from such sweet gesture?

probably

most certainly, actually

he just can't help it :( one look at how cute you look and you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence be–

yup. headpat!!!!!

it's never enough for him, there are times where he feels the urge to just start speedily yet gently tap the top of your head countless times while your head just bops up and down

the way people do with their pets when the cuteness aggression hits (please tell me you know what i mean)

if you dont i gotchu i provide with visual representation here! (volume warning!!!! its loud!!)

he finds that HILARIOUS and so adorable at the same time

he'd just start giggling and you can't help but enjoy his laugh and playfulness

but if he doesn't stop you're gonna get dizzy a bit so he'll recieve a headpat in return!

... just a more aggressive one

call it a cute bonk ^_^

emotionally prepare yourself not to get TOO affected by his sudden puppy eyes because how dare you do such thing to him :<

apologize with a forehead smooch and he'll get all shy and so cutieful

k. yeosang — acts of service

your personal trainer angel fairy dreamy looking like boyfriend

fondly sighs

yeosang's love for you is so gentle and thoughtful

he's your safe haven

his best way to express his feelings is by making sure you're always taking care of yourself, especially reminding you daily to take your supplements and vitamins!!

one day while you were cuddling him on the couch, you expressed your desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle because he inspires you to do so

that was the moment a big shiny lightbulb lit up above yeosang's head

because he had the perfect idea how to help!! :D

the next day you'd already have in your hands a cute storage vitamin box that he got for you where you can organize your vitamins by days so it can be easier for you :(

of course he has one as well

he is always the one that helps you buy them once you run out

and he'd try his best to do his research based on your preferences and what seems to work best for you

when you tell him how much of a big difference they've been making and how much more energetic you feel, his smile melts your heart

he gets all bashful and giggles to himself, waving his hand as if he doesn't consider that he has done a lot

(well i consider eating him in one bite)

after all, that's what a good boyfriend should do! no biggie!

but yeosang has no idea how much it means to you; for him to always check up in you, to be your daily reminder just in case you forget about the vitamins, to diligently help you achieve the healthy lifestyle you strive for

c. san — physical touch

everyone please act shocked

of course it's physical touch

i feel like i'd commit a crime if i didn't pick it

he's just a cute clingy cat :(

you figured out his love language quite fast, a little bit after you have made your relationship official and gave him your consent

he was shy at first

VERY shy

at first he could feel satisfied enough even with just your hand in his, or a timid hug

honestly he just wanted you near him!

but after some time when both of you got more comfortable with each other and after lots of showers with affection,

he started attacking your cheeks in the cutest way possible

every time he would have you near him, you'd see him suddenly leaning towards one side of you

next second you'd feel the softness of his cheek touching yours

and not only touch

but he would push himself even closer to you if that's possible, smushing your cheeks together while he's pouting

as if he wants to fuse both of your bodies into one because having you like that against him?? clearly isn't enough

also starts gently rubbing it against your own cheek, humming to himself because of how nice the feeling is while his eyes are closed in content

with time you got used to it and even started to like it and look forward to it

(every time i see clips of him doing that to other members i can't help but giggle)

he's just the cutest <3

no one cats the way san cats

s. mingi — quality time

the type of boyfriend that if he could, he would attach you to his hip like a lucky charm forever and ever

because you always bring him luck, inspiration and hope whenever he has you near him :(

he feels a bit lost in your absence, always looking for ways to hear from you one way or another

so a lot of times when you two would blissfully share each other's space, mingi would ask you to attend his dancing practice, so you can witness what impressive moves he came up with and what choreographies he has been working on ^^

he is truly sososososo talented

and you'd just watch him with your lips slightly parted, amazement written all over your face as your eyes would follow the way his flexible body moves like water, with such calculated and striking motions

or other times, when he'd willingly share his personal space with you in his studio where he worked on so many new instrumentals and demos that might be useful for the group's future releases or his solo projects

every minute he would turn his head towards you just so he could catch a glimpse of your face expression

and he would smile to himself as he'd gaze at the endearing way you enjoy the rhythm and overall vibe of the music

his eyes would start sparkling in the dim lighting as you praise his efforts and works

and the biggest, cutest smile would adorn his bare face

sobs mingi.. mingi!! ^__^ mingi :3 MINGI!!!!!!!!

from that moment on, he only grows more confident to have you partake in any type of project he's crafting

you soon realize that you're the only one that gets this treatment

that's how big of an effect you have on song mingi. and he loves you dearly. always share your feedback and space with him. pretty please with a cherry on top <3

he said that not me

j. wooyoung — BITING gift giving

sorry let me get serious

WOOYOUNG.

this man emanates love through every single pore so it was SO hard to pick only one love language

but it had to be done!

he's typically in his sugar baby era

but when it comes to you????????

i hope you're prepared to get spoiled ^^

his love for you is just too strong

but so is his credit card!

even before both of you confessed to each other, wooyoung had been giving you subtle hints that he was having a crush on you

and a lot of his hints were consisting mostly in him buying something for you

you eyed a cute plushie through the shop's window?

"waa, wooyoung, this plushie is so cute don't you think!!!!"

wooyoung thinks that he is buying it for you!!!!!

and you know what

he's getting two plushies actually, because they remind him of you and him

once he steps out of the shop, he hands the plushie to you with the cutest smile plastered on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes

"look, it's us," he exclaims as he brings his plushie close to the one in your hands and, to your utter surprise, makes them aggressively kiss.

(i just made myself SO devastated by writing that oh my god)

that was actually the day you two admitted having a crush on each other

from that day on, wooyoung's need to spoil you only grew

he'd want to match with you not only when it comes to a pair of plushies or ten, but clothes as well

not those that are SO visibly matching, instead more subtle ones that sort of compliment each other's looks and make you two match perfectly, like two puzzle pieces :,)

yes, wooyoung would be the one that would buy the clothes for you and surprise you with soooo many bags in front of your door, so excited for you to try on everything

he's whipped! can you blame him :(

you are his happiness and he wouldn't have it any other way, you deserve every single gift, end of discussion!!

c. jongho — acts of service

the acts of service king

i said what i said!!

also the king of americanos yup yup iktr!

speaking of americano coffee :>

in the beginning of your relationship with jongho, you'd often have dates at the prettiest, comfiest cafes in town

you'd both order your usual drink of choice, and whenever you'd get coffee, he would pay extra attention to what type of coffee is it so he can get a cup for you next time and impress you with it

not just coffee but shh this is about coffee shh

after some time, you took the relationship to the next level, moving in together;

and whenever jongho had to leave earlier than you for his schedule, the mornings would smell like the best freshly made coffee you had ever smelled

because your sweet and attentive boyfriend would try his best to copy the recipe of your favorite coffee drink

from scratch as well

grinding the best coffee beans he could find into grounds

using water heated between 195°F-205��F

aiming for a total brew time between 3-5 minutes

like this is serious for him.

because he NEEDS it to be perfect and he NEEDS to cutely brag about it and he NEEDS to make you feel very pleased!

"hey, y/n, would you like some coffee?"

"no, thank youuu, my boyfriend made me the best cup of coffee this morning !!"

he would also leave a lovely note next to the mug :(

what more could you ask for. seriously.

you're gonna have some people become jealous but hey! choi jongho THE choi jongho chose you <3 and you will always be the only one he would make coffee for, from scratch, at the first glow of the sunrise

you are the apple of his eye

the only apple he would never break in half

see what i did there :D

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ taglist: @yuyusuyu

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[atarathegreat]

The Boy in the Gang. Keisuke Baji

Day after day, the group sat outside the school gates. It was strange enough that one kid on a bike would sit outside, but now there was a whole group. Dark gang uniforms and bikes revved up while everyone was trying to head home. A teacher was out there by the time you walked out, scolding your smiling boyfriend.

"You cannot loiter and be loud with these bikes. It's not respectful." Your teacher had her hands on her hips. There was no doubt that, if it was a male teacher, Baji would've landed a decent punch by now. Afterall, Baji turned his bike off if it wasn't about to be moving, so there was no need to lecture him about it. "That's nice, teach, but check this out!" Another boy revved his bike loudly, making you giggle as you approached the teacher. "Ignore them. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again." You bowed a little and watched as the teacher walked away. Being an A+ student helped you sometimes.

"Thanks, babe. I was about to lose my cool." Baji held your hand as you jumped on behind him. Immediately, there was another person wrapping a jacket around you, giving you something to cover with since your school skirt wasn't exactly the clothes to ride in. Baji walked the bike a few feet from the curb before starting it, "We have a meeting again. You mind coming along?" The Toman meetings weren't anything you couldn't handle, so you didn't mind going along. Baji always kept you right next to him, arms around your waist or over your shoulders while he paid attention to whatever it was Mikey was saying. Which was fine, you paid attention to the meetings, too. And Chifuyu always showed you pictures of Peke J after everything was done.

"Yeah, I'll go. But remember that we're still going over your math homework later." You felt more than heard the growl from your boyfriend. He wasn't the greatest with scholastics, but at least he had you and his vice-captain to help when things got a little rough.

Baji was always a little reckless when he drove, and it was no different with you as his backpack. He took turns sharply, hit the brakes a little too hard, and wove between the cars and trucks around you both. The rest of his squad was no different, as they all had to keep up with him. You'd learned to hold on tight if you wanted to keep from being too loose during the ride. It was a relief when he finally pulled into the shrine. His group surrounded the bike, backs to you while you got off so that no one would see anything as you stepped off the bike.

"Thank you all." You gave them a light bow before following Baji up the stairs. Mikey and Draken were already there with the other captains and vice-captains, waiting for Baji, who was always late. They greeted you happily, all smiles and kind hellos, while Baji was chided over his late appearance. But this wasn't anything new.

Baji had told you before you agreed to be his girlfriend that this was how it would be. He would have gang responsibilities and some of them he wouldn't be able to shirk off. You understood that, and it wasn't sour when you had to join in the meetings. Everyone was kind to you, and you struggled to understand how other girls thought these boys were bad and evil to their girls. Baji was kind, if anything he hated arguing with you, even raising his voice at you was taboo for him.

"You alright, babe?" Baji whispered in your ear as Mikey discussed a current problem with the others. You craned your neck to look at him and smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bored." Baji nodded, reaching around your waist and pulling you closer, "How about after this we go and get some lunch?"

"Sounds good to me."

[saints-who-never-existed]

Davechella Week 10 : Edward Little

Enjoy! :)

Ballad of Accounting - Ewan McColl Did you learn to dream in the morning?/ Abandon dreams in the afternoon?/ Wait without hope in the evening? Did you stand there in the traces and let 'em feed you lies?/ Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?/ Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for their scorn?/ Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born, act of being born, act of being born?

Anthem for the Already Defeated - Rock Plaza Central Well, they can take our bones/ And bury them deep under the river/ But we'll still be together/ And we cannot be defeated They can take our fists/ And chop them off at the wrist/ And we will shake our arms with bloody stumps/ And we cannot be defeated When we dance, we dance together/ Under the moon and under the weather/ We will lock our eyes forever in the night

Ballad for Beelzebub - Graveyard Train The colder the nights, the hotter the lights/ Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights/ They hear nothing/ Nothing at all But the air on stage is burning our lungs/ And we're all going deaf from the beating drums/ And you can't see a thing for all the blood/ And sweat in our eyes Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead/ But the man says "You gotta get up there again/ And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"

A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley But you'll fight and you'll make it through/ You'll fake it if you have to/ And you'll show up for work with a smile/ You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up/ And a better daughter or son/ And a real good friend You'll be awake, you'll be alert/ You'll be positive though it hurts/ And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends/ You'll be a real good listener/ You'll be honest, you'll be brave/ You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful/ You'll be happy! Your ship may be coming in/ You're weak, but not giving in/ To the cries and the wails of the valley below/ And your ship may be coming in/ You're weak, but not giving in/ And you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them

So Far From Your Weapon - The Dead Weather There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole/ You're so far from your weapon/ And the place you were born/ There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole/ You're so far from your weapon/ And you want to go home I tried to give you whiskey but it never do work/ (I tried to give you whiskey, but it never do work)/ Suddenly, you're begging me to do so much worse/ (Suddenly, you're begging me to do so much worse)/ But I knew it from the get go the bullet was cursed/ (But I knew it from the get go the bullet was cursed)/ Ever since I had you every little thing hurts/ (Ever since I had you every little thing hurts)

House of the Rising Sun - Alt-J Like a bird flying over forest fire/ My father feels the heat beneath his wings/And in debt he leaves for another town/ Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks My mother hides from pleasure/ And thinks of father on her knees/ Lifted in the arms of God/ Away from New Orleans Happy, happy, happy/ Happy, fun day, day

David - Noah Gunderson I try to k-k-k-keep my conscience clean/ I try to k-k-k-keep myself out/ Of your bad dreams/ I try to wash my hands for you every night/ Lest you find my strangling/ Fingers wrapped around tight I want to hunt like David/ I want to kill me a giant man/ I want to slay my demons/ But I've got lots of them/ I've got lots of them

Black Dog Sin - Joshua Burnside There's a black dog beneath my skin/ Eyeless, grinning... ...Well, I spoke to the captain/ He won't turn around/ He said "The sun is an orange/ And the wind's just the sound/ Of our brothers and sisters/ Lovers and those that we'll never know" I am no leader/ I'm just a soldier/ And they're going door to door/ But I can't fight anymore Cough syrup and amphetamines/ We could sleep under the evergreens/ I'm a little saint, I'm a little sinner/ Every day I'm looking thinner

Hope in the Air - Laura Marling Why fear death, be scared of living/ Our hearts are small and ever thinning/ There is no hope ever of winning/ Oh, why fear death, be scared of living I have seen men provoked/ And I have seen lives revoked/ And I looked at my life and I choked/ From there no more ever I spoke I can't give up that quick/ My life is a candle and a wick/ You can put it out, but you can't break it down/ In the end we are waiting to be lit There's hope in the air/ There's hope in the water/ But sadly not me/ Your last serving daughter

Song with No Name - Johnny Flynn As I search for the solace the hills might give me/ Heavy the tread of the dead on the way/ The path in the rain and the sun won't gleam/ And the ground is made with death and decay/ And an echo of the ones who've walked before me/ And joy for the ones who walk beside me And the beech is lifting me, ash is reaching me/ Wind is holding me, time is folding me/ Under the trees, down through the Lea/ And on to the path that you came to that day/ My heartbeat quickens, my breath it deepens/ My footfall falters, your memory's salt/ To the wound of calling your name/ Is balm to the rain, I see you in forest dreams Oh the distance gives the ask its answer/ I rise up tired, but continue my journey/ There's a light in the window, the first star is here/ I find just enough peace to make my way home with Sadness for the ones who've walked before me And joy for the ones who walk beside me

[2old2swiftie]

Following on the post about trusting our guts about gaydar and celebrities...

I've batted nearly .1000 when it comes to predicting a celebrity's sexual orientation just from media clues. I think partly it's because I don't make the "guess" that often: Only a few celebrities really ring the clue phone (yeah, lack of representation sucks), but I also think the other reason is because LGBTQIA folks don't get it wrong very often.

I mean, it's pretty important that our instincts are right, after all. We could truly be risking our lives on a wrong guess in real life. We have to be incredibly careful AND pretty darned good.

So, I was trying to think of someone who pinged my spidey senses that I was COMPLETELY wrong about... and I came up with only one example:

Kate Mulgrew.

Despite driving the daydreams of legions of 1970s lesbians (Rosie O'Donnell, I'm looking at you), Kate remains firmly heterosexual, in spite of the lesbian catnip she oozes from every pore.

Just look at her as Mary Ryan in her soap opera debut:

She went on to do movies and the stage for a number of years, but she was hard to cast because she didn't fit the cookie cutter parts available at the time. She had a brief doctor series and some guest star spots, most notably on Dallas and Cheers.

But when they cast her as Captain Janeway? Come on!!

Look at her!!!

Every woman loving woman in all the quadrants wanted to be her coffee cup!!

But the man boys at Paramount decided the show needed some spank appeal for the 14-24 male demographic, so they brought out their Space Barbie, Seven of Nine, to introduce some gratuitous sex and nudity.

"Only one problem, boys," said Mulgrew with a smirk....

Voyager now had a willful, headstrong, wildly intelligent "alien" snatched from her natural environment and penned up in a rigid, paramilitary system that she had to learn to navigate, understand, and ultimately be tamed by... and it was headed by another willful, headstrong, wildly intelligent human, who happened to be female, too.

The producers and writers claimed Janeway was Seven's mentor, a "mother figure" to the poor little space orphan.

As the J/7 fandom put it: Mother, my ass.

The subtext-- and soon the fan fiction-- wrote itself: Seven gets kidnapped back to the Borg? Janeway takes on a Borg cube with a ship a tenth its size. Failing Borg technology threatens Seven's life? Janeway goes "cortical node" hunting, even if it means killing a live (enslaved, sentient) drone to get one. Greater good? Screw that, Janeway's girlfriend is in danger.

Star Trek: Voyager went toe-to-toe with Xena, Warrior Princess as lesbian show of the decade.

And it wasn't just the show that made us all sure about Kate. The woman has the voice of a lesbian sex goddess and she's not afraid to use it. She flirts shamelessly with all interviewers and creates sexual tension with stage furnishings. She swaggers. She slouches. She has the greatest hand game in lesbian history!!

But through it all, Kate Mulgrew maintained (and still maintains) her heterosexuality.

And I still hope...nay, LONG!, to have my gaydar proven right...

[tunastime]

A Moment Called Forever

waves my hands about! this is the first chapter (ish) of the docsuma SEN fic for my au I created for Stretching Endless Night!! it is. eventual docsuma! but I wanted to go into detail about who xisuma and his crew were before the Prometheus, before tango met jimmy, and before ethubs had their near fatal mission :3 so here it is! yaay!!

Xisuma pilots a ship known as the HSS Moonrise. His career begins--and nearly ends--with the crew and missions aboard during the first five years of his captain's career. Doc, the right hand to a captain far too young to be piloting, rebuilds himself from the ground up alongside the crew of a ship that's become family. At the same time, he watches his captain grow and change and root himself firmly into his life. Or: Doc and Xisuma watch their lives change and reflect each other. Or: how the Prometheus station came to be, and how its Admiral, alongside his captains, help it blossom. (2414 words)

Stationed ELMSC-14, stardate 2204.60. Deployed: Cpt. Xisuma V. LtCmd. Doc M., LtCmd. Cleo Z., Lt. Slip G., Lt. Mumbo J., Lt. Tango T. Stationed: Lt. Biffa T.

Conditions: visibility, 50km, clear, winds NW 2km. Communications established. Radar operational. Pinging team leader.

Xisuma shuts the screen on his visor, blocking out the binary suns and washing the world in shade and orange grids. Elm is devoid of surface life, long since uninhabited by the companies that had mined underground. In front of him stretches orange-red sand and large, smooth cliffs. It reminds him a lot of pictures of Earth—deserts and mesas with the sun high ahead of them. Tango’s voice crackles to life, then smoothes out as he speaks.

“So what’re we lookin’ for, X?”

X turns his head, glancing back at Tango a pace behind him. To Tango’s left is Mumbo, with a bag slung across his chest, much like Xisuma. Tango hefts the core sampler further up onto his back—likely less from the weight and more to keep balanced. 

“Anything,” Xisuma answers truthfully. “Like you both know, this place was abandoned ages ago. Anything we can find to either prove it’s worth using or prove it’s good to leave is good for HASA.”

Mumbo sighs. 

“Wow,” he says. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen soil this orange before.”

“I’ve never seen soil,” Tango jokes, voice dipping as he elbows Mumbo. Mumbo snorts, shoving him sideways.

“We get it, robo-man.”

Tango scoffs—or makes a noise that sounds just like it.

“Android! First of all!” he huffs. Xisuma sees him fold his arms when he glances back. “Anyway—the red comes from enriched iron deposits in the sediment. Partially magnesium as well.”

Below his visor, Xisuma grins.

“Says the man who’s never seen soils,” he pipes up. Mumbo laughs.

“Just because I’ve never seen ‘em doesn’t mean I didn’t learn everything I know from skimming Biff’s books,” Tango says. 

“You’ve got a point,” X says. He hears Tango agree with him, something that crackles into obscurity as Cleo’s voice rings clear through the communicator.

“Xisuma,” she says.

“Go ahead,”

“Hey—” Cleo starts. “We’ve not found anything over here yet, and we’re about a kilometer or so from the first dig point. Should we keep going?”

“Affirmative, Cleo,” Xisuma says. “You all can keep going—we’re about 800 meters from ours, so we’ll stop here before we move onto the next one.”

Tango jogs to walk at his side, pulling up his projection of Elm’s surface. Laid out in a flat grid, Xisuma can see their current point, a small blip on the screen, and the location they’re trying to reach, a larger, solid shape behind the next crest. He leans into Tango’s space to glance at the map, and Tango bumps their shoulders together. Leaning back, smile on his face, Xisuma says:

“I want to get at least two done each today before we get back to the ship. That only leaves three total for tomorrow, and it’s more than likely we’ll be able to extrapolate one from orbit.”

“Heard,” Cleo says. “We’ll let you know if we find anything interesting, yeah?”

“Please do!” X chirps. “That’s the whole point of us being out here.”

Doc’s voice breaks through the communicator as he laughs. 

“Aye, aye, Captain,” he says. X snorts, shaking his head.

“Be safe out there, you lot—” he laughs. “Cleo, Slip, Doc—”

“Why me?” Doc cuts through. 

“Accident prone,” Tango supplies. 

Xisuma laughs, waving his hand. 

“Okay, okay,” he says, trying to quell the conversation. “Let us know if you find anything of note, or if we can help you at all after our two digs. We’ve got about 3 kilometers total today, so we may have a little less further to go than you.”

“Will do, Captain,” Cleo says. “Thanks, X.”

“Sure thing.”

Xisuma hums to himself, amused, as Cleo’s transmission ends. The three, Tango, Xisuma, Mumbo, walk in a line along the orange rock and sand, following the path of the map and Tango’s guidance. Tango steps ahead of Xisuma, curled over the map, shoulders hunched as he walks. He walks with the surety of someone who can see nearly everything around him, without interference or blindspots. He follows the bob of Tango’s head, caught in the yellow shimmer of his overlay as they walk. They make it up a rise and partway down into a valley. The sand kicks up behind them, swirling and settling as they go. Their bootprints in the rock and dirt are obscured as soon as they’re made.

The valley sits in a low between two other large faces, though the area itself is raised high above the ground. The rocky plateau dips and curves, creating large holes in the rock, smooth hills, and flat rises. If Xisuma were to walk a kilometer out to the west, he could see where the cliff face drops into the depression below, a sunken crater from mining operations in the years prior.

After a few minutes, Tango slows to pause, turning to look back at the two behind him. Though Xisuma can barely see his bright, neon eyes from behind the visor, he can tell when he meets eyes with both of them, nodding. Xisuma tilts his head.

“Here?” he asks.

Tango nods.

“Looks like it from our map, here,” he says, holding it out for X to look at. The blip of red against the screen is right over their geographical point for their first dig. Xisuma nods, then, unclipping his data pad from his hip and beginning to note down their surroundings.

“I’ll start field conditions while you two start the sample,” he says. “You remember what we’re looking for?”

“How could I forget?” Tango pipes up, patting his helmet with his glove. Xisuma snorts. He’s not sure it picks up through their linked comms, but he’s sure the shake of his head gets his notion across.

“Let Mumbo help you, alright?” he says. Tango shoots him a thumbs up. 

Mumbo unhooks the drill machine from Tango’s bag, setting the chunky piece of equipment into the dirt. The two begin the process of setting up the sample drill together, lifting the bulky box to release the feet, straightening it to level. Xisuma turns away from them, staring out across the orange sand and yellow sky, still instinctively shielding his face from the binary suns. He can see across the valley and to another crest, the wide slopes bright orange and gold in the early day light. From behind his visor, Xisuma smiles, laughing to himself.

The conditions are clear, low wind, cold. It’s not a planet that ever housed life on the surface, so the frigid conditions aren’t an issue. X is certain something likely could survive, human, humanoid, or otherwise, but nothing ever did that anyone saw. He was hopeful that it remained that way, though no scan of the surface and ten feet under gave anything away. He marks down what he could classify the soil as by sight, but the soil tests would have to confirm what he knew once they got back to the ship. When he turns back to Mumbo and Tango, Tango is crouched by the core-sampler, watching it dig into the sand and rock, and Mumbo is sitting against a rock, staring at the orange sky. He makes his way back over, setting the data pad back on his hip.

“Workin’ fine?” he asks.

Mumbo nods, giving him a thumbs up.

“Working great,” he says. “Looks like it’ll be about fifteen minutes until we get a complete sample, and we can start analysis while we’re hiking to the next point.”

X nods.

“Tango,” he asks. Tango’s head perks up. “Where is the next data point?”

“Good question,” Tango starts. He unlatches his communicator, pulling up the map projection. “It looks like about a kilometer. To the northeast, so we might meet Cleo, Doc, and Slip on the way, if they haven’t reached their second waypoint. Theirs is due north of ours.”

Xisuma nods.

“About a thirty minute walk?” he asks. Tango nods. 

“Just about.”

“Fantastic.”

For a long moment, Xisuma watches the core-sampler rotate slowly. He watches the percentages rise and fall as Tango starts to talk about what he expects the composition of the soil will be. Mumbo pipes up at some point, adding to the bidding, though the two quickly lapse into chatter about the next project they might receive. Where Mumbo specialized in many of the ship’s electronic components, Tango had quickly caught on, in their nearly two and a half, if not three, years together, to how the major functions of the ship worked. He could make repairs quicker than the rest of the team, especially in orbit. There was more EVA time recorded by Tango than any other member of the crew—with no need for oxygen, and with sun exposure being his only real worry, Tango could work quickly outside in minimal conditions. In fact, if Xisuma hadn’t been worried about wind and UV damage, Tango probably wouldn’t have donned a suit for this mission. But he did, and he stood looking small against the orange sand.

As the drill lifts the sample into one of its chambers, Tango begins the shutdown process. He and Mumbo lift the legs into the machine, boxing it together and reattaching the carrying strap. Dusting off the surface, Tango slings it over one shoulder, resettling it on his back.

“Alright,” Xisuma says cheerily. “Are you all ready?”

There’s a beat between when Xisuma finishes speaking and when Tango goes to answer. In that beat, no more than a second, there’s a high-pitched ringing in Xisuma’s ears. He squeezes his eyes shut. And in the less-than-a-second afterward, the air and ground wobbles, and something, not even two kilometers away, explodes. 

Xisuma ducks on instinct, stumbling as the sound and air hits him. He hears Mumbo’s voice through the communicator—what he thinks is Mumbo’s, because he doesn’t hear anything else until the ringing fades and he rights himself. He whips around, trying to find the source of the explosion, searching for anything, really, to make things make sense, to place a face to the sound, sharp and still stinging his ears. He sees a plume of sand and smoke in the distance. The back of his mouth suddenly feels very, very dry.

“Tango—” he shouts. “Mumbo, are you two—”

“Fine!” Mumbo says. “Tango’s fine, too—”

“‘M right here, what—”

“An explosion?” Xisuma manages. “I dunno—”

Xisuma chokes on his next breath as he tries to force the words out. His hand comes to his wrist, fiddling with his communicator.

“That wasn’t that far—” Tango starts.

“Cleo,” Xisuma starts, paging his lieutenant. “Cleo, Doc, Slip, are you three all alright?”

“Xisuma—” Cleo says, words crackling. The crackling never fades, though, like she’s caught in static. Her words come choppy through the haze. “Something just—we hit something—”

“Cleo, what happened?”

“I don’t know,” Cleo manages. Her voice is wobbily. “Something we dug up—my vision’s busted, I-I can’t find Slip and Doc—”

Xisuma freezes. Very quickly, all of his joints go cold, down to his wrist and fingertips. He swallows hard, forcing down the heartbeat in his throat and pulling in a breath of oxygen too sharp and too cold.

“Tango,” he starts, voice leveling. Static surfaces and fades in his visor, the remnant of heat and dust washing over them as he tastes the tang of filtered air in his mouth. “Comm Biffa and tell him to bring the ship as close as he can to the second extraction point—” he turns, facing the two of them. “It has a bigger trauma kit on board. If someone’s suit got damaged it’s not gonna last long.”

“Okay,” Tango manages, taking a step back. Xisuma watches him fiddle with the transponder on his wrist before he sees his name blink from his HUD as he switches channels.

“Mumbo how far is their extraction point from here?” Xisuma asks, recalling the projection of the map of their portion of Elm. He can see the faint blip of Cleo’s transponder across the terrain.

“It’s—maybe a few kilometers. It’s not far? I think—I think it’s not far. I—” Mumbo stutters. “Yeah. Why?”

“Biffa won’t make it in time—” Xisuma says, tightening the straps for his bag, the data pad at his side. He brings up the overlay for both the extraction points and the dig locations. “I mean—he can get to you, but I need someone on board who knows how to set up the trauma kit, and that’s you, Mumbo. And I need someone to make sure we don’t damage the sample.”

“Do you think you’ll make it in time?” Mumbo asks.

“I—I have to, don’t I? I need you and Tango to stay here.”

“Woah—” Tango starts. “Captain, I—that’s a huge risk—”

“Tango,” Xisuma starts. “Lieutenant, I need someone with Mumbo, you’re the only one who can co-navigate with Biffa out of the two of you, and I need Mumbo in medical. And someone has to fetch the sample. Can I trust you to do that, Tango?”

“Yes—yessir.”

“Good—what’s Biffa’s ETA?”

“He—with takeoff sequence, he’ll be able to make it here in 35 minutes.”

“That’s good,” Xisuma manages. “That’s all we can ask for—we can work with that, can’t we?”

He laughs. It’s thin and weak, but Mumbo lets out a heh in response that washes over his nerves like a salve. He swallows, trying to get the dry feeling out of his mouth. He turns toward the plume of smoke for a moment, eyes flicking back to the group.

“X,” Tango says. “Be careful.”

Right. Okay. Xisuma shudders out a sigh. It’s more of a whistle, really, through the helmet. He does it because he thinks he can feel bile rising in his throat, and he’d really not like to get sick with no way of cleaning anything out.Something small in his abdomen curls up, tight and heavy. In that same moment, he sets his jaw. His vision is clouded with the heavy orange overlay, cutting through the rise of smoke that’s just started to cloud his vision. Turning back to Tango, he nods firmly.

“Tango—”

“I have comm until you get back,” Tango says, nodding back at him.

“Yes—” Xisuma starts. “Good luck. Good luck.” 

Stepping backward, Xisuma feels a cold rush through his body. Then he turns, fully, toward the smoke.

[yuuuume]

nsfw alphabet

letters; E, I, J, N, R (or renji)

character; rukia kuchiki

requested; yes

thank you anon for requesting !

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolutely a virgin but she knows what masturbation is 100%. I am one of the people who think Rukia had feelings for Kaien. Now I’m not saying she was in love but she was young, we all know what those feelings are like. Back to the topic at hand, Rukia only understood masturbation for a long time, partially caused by her juvenile feelings for Kaien. It took her by storm one night and like anyone else, you tend to figure out those things on your own and she did it, perhaps a little guilty she thought of Kaien. It followed her through adulthood and hell, she even did it to Renji because who wouldn’t if we’re being honest here? Her virginity streak breaks when she meets you of course.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Rukia is sweet and loving. She is a woman of soft moans and gasps, her eyes watching your every move with care. Every word she speaks is dripping with sheer love if she can ever manage to get any out. Sex is her time to release herself from the daily stresses and connect with you as a partner so she takes advantage of that fully and gives you her most vulnerable self, soft eyes and all.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She started like most of us girls did, masturbating with unorthodox items such as the iconic hairbrush handle or toothbrush. Rukia was too scared to use produce so those two along with the obvious fingers were all she ever knew. That was until she got her first rabbit. Upon hearing about it she was like… a rabbit? Chappy? The interest was there but the Captain certainly was not ready for what she saw upon unpacking the rabbit. She didn’t understand how it worked either, again, a learning experience but she figured it out, and let's say she used her vacation days… And PTO.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She is not into any sniffing or licking of unorthodox places such as armpits and toes. She’s a hardworking woman and doesn’t have time for your bullshit. Leave her alone!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Rukia doesn’t know much about kinks and the sort until it’s introduced to her, be it you or accidental exposure after she acquires internet access. We all know how that goes and Rukia is stunned, to say the least. Why is that man's face there of all places? Why is he calling his partner derogatory terms? She’s intrigued once the initial shock wears off and will eventually allude to it, shy as she can be.

[larkral]

Blargh! I need a new header, except that my most recent OS update on my computer has end-of-life'd my long-term relationship with a once-purchased full Adobe suite, so I both have to find a new photo editing program AND learn to use it? Travail upon travail.

ANYWAY thanks for the tags today to @kiwiana-writes @run-for-chamo-miles @monbons @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @shrekgogurt (squeaking just at the arbitrary tumbr per-paragraph tag limit. PHEW) I am continually delighted by all the snippets people are sharing. Why oh why are there things I have to do with my time that aren't "write and read fanfiction"?

Anyway! One of those things this week was to trace a mural on my daughter's wall. I was...perhaps too ambitious with the design, but we'll get there eventually. This is the traced mural!

I've also been writing a bit!

Eight (sorry not sorry) sentences from Finally (already, always):

"It's fine," he says, "I get it." Then he sits on my bed next to me and tugs my wand from my hand to set it on the nightstand. He presses his thigh to mine to nudge me over. "You know I don't think I've ever heard my dad say the word vampire? Before this summer, I mean. I don't know why. It's not like we haven't always known. Even Mordelia knows, and she's four."

And Six sentences of FirstPrince Soulmate BS, because if you read my last line this week you deserve to know a bit more context. :D

"Oh," Beatrice says on seeing Alex. "My apologies. We were planning on joining you for supper." She turns to Henry, "Did you not tell him?"  "No," Henry says with a quizzical expression, "I did." "Thought you were just being polite," Alex responds as he closes his laptop and stands.

Tagging everyone below the cut even though it's late, because I want to start your Mondays off right, and I'm claiming the ability to brighten your day. Humor me. :D

@stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission

@cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @wellbelesbian @basiltonbutliketheherb

@ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias

@petedavidsonscock @artsyunderstudy @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars

@nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @that-disabled-princess

@palimpsessed @fatalfangirl​ @blackberrysummerblog​ @valeffelees @mooncello

@j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @talentpiper11 @roomwithanopenfire

@imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @thewholelemon

<3 <3 <3

[dreamingofaizawa]

Violent Tendencies - Tempest

Sheriff! John Price x AFAB! Fem! Reader

~Small Town AU~

Warnings: Love at first fight?? mildly graphic descriptions of violence, blood, descriptions of injuries, descriptions of physical abuse, therapy, references to depression, medication, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse, probably incorrect descriptions of time in a juvenile detention hall, reader definitely has anger issues and is unhinged asf

Word Count: 4.8k

Author's Note: Yeah, so I'm obsessed I guess. I didn't plan on having any other parts for this stupid fucking Captain but here we are! This dives into the reader's background, we learn quite a lot about Tempest! I'm getting attached to her ngl

Part One Here - Part Four Here

Enjoy!~

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You remember the first fight you’d ever gotten into. Being shoved off the public park swing at six years old, skinning your knees and hands on the gravel. The kid who pushed you was maybe eight or nine, a girl with obnoxiously tight pigtails and a frilly pink dress. You remember the sting on your hands and shins, the red that leaked onto the gravel. You remember her shrill voice, the way she couldn’t quite pronounce her words fully. She taunted you from that swing, leaning back then kicking you in the stomach when you turned to stand, sending you a few feet into the gravel again. Her mother scolded her gently, a ‘we don’t do that, sweetie’ while your parents asked the woman what the fuck was wrong with her and her daughter. Something clicked in you that day, finally gaining your breath back and tackling her off the swing, tiny fists pummeling her face, grabbing her by the pigtails only to slam her head into the gravel.

She screamed bloody murder. 

Your mother was the one to rip you off the girl, your father not far behind and the girl’s mom was screaming just about the same as her little demon spawn. Getting back home was a blur, and you don’t quite remember how you got cleaned up, but when the alcohol stung your scrapes you came back to yourself. Your father cleaned them gently, not a single word uttered until everything was put away.

“You know you hurt someone today, right?” You nod, a little nervous. You’ve never been scolded before, not like this, not with dad barely keeping it all together. He sounds so angry, but so quiet. 

“She hurt me first.” He nods, and you wait. The fear that he’ll start yelling crawls over your skin.

“What you did was wrong.”

“I’m sorry.” You aren’t, not really. But you think that’s what he wants to hear.

“Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it. I’m not saying what you did was okay, and I’m not saying you can do it again, but…” He kneels before you, tugging your hands into his own in your lap.

“You stood up for yourself, in the only way you knew how. I’m proud of you for not letting her do whatever she wanted. But next time, you need to let me and ma handle it, okay? Just come tell us next time.”

Next time, they weren’t around. It was at school a month later, a boy in your class decided he’d yank on your hair. He pulled hard enough that you fell backward and slammed your head on the concrete. The teacher got to him first, pulling him off to the side and nearly yelling at him about personal space and keeping his hands to himself. You don’t remember what else he said to him, something about calling his parents, but it all floats away from your memory once the red crept in. You had yanked his own hair the same way he did to you, and when he hit his head on the ground you made sure to do it again. You got a kick to his arm before the teacher yanked you off, dragging the both of you to the office.

Your parents were fuming. 

After the third incident, the yelling started. You never cried, never lashed out at them, but you always did stand your ground. You’d never started a fight, but you sure as hell finished them all, and you got into the habit of always wrapping your hands up to avoid a trip to the hospital with a  broken hand. The first time you slept in the sheriff’s cell you’d just pummeled a girl for shoving ice cream in your face and down your shirt. You were fourteen, and her boyfriend apparently liked you. Whoever he was. She had to go to the hospital for a dislocated shoulder and a broken nose, and you got handcuffs and a bed in a cell. 

Almost poetic, now that you think about it. The incident that landed you your first night in a cell being a precursor to the incident that landed you in juvie.

“You’re the little shit that beat up my sister two years ago.” He was bigger than anyone you’d faced before. Maybe eighteen, well into his growth spurt, but his voice was still transitioning, cracking all over the place. Like his hormones. 

“I’ve beat up a lot of people. Your sister ain’t special.” You just wanted to go the fuck home after a long ass school day, trying your damndest to not fist fight everyone who looked at you sideways. You’ve been angrier lately. You’re trying not to let it get to you. Keyword: trying.

“Broke her nose, popped her shoulder out, stole her boyfriend? Ringing any bells?” Oh, right. You still don’t know who the boyfriend was.

“I didn’t steal shit. I don’t know who the jackass was that broke up with her for another girl, but whoever it was, I didn’t get the memo.” He shrugs, making his way toward you with a weird swagger in his step, like spacing his feet out wide would scare you. 

“Don’t care. You hurt her real bad, so I’m about to hurt you.” Fucking hell. He’s bigger than you, you’re probably not coming out of this without a few bruises, but he’s slow. He’s overweight, and doesn’t look like he’s been in any real fight before. Not the way he swings without aiming at anything. Packs a punch, though, your arm is gonna have a bruise where you’d blocked him from hitting you in the jaw. He’s wide open, too, and it’s way too easy to kick him in the family jewels with the way he’s standing. Once he’s down you’re a whirlwind of fists. You couldn’t count how many punches you threw, don’t remember much outside of the crunch of his face beneath your knuckles and the way his head snapped back and forth every time you hit him. You stomped his chest in, too, after your wrists grew weak and your wraps were bloody enough your fists slipped over his skin. 

You almost killed him.

A broken rib almost punctured his lung, his skull was cracked where it slammed against the concrete, broken nose and fractured facial bones, two black eyes, a fractured sternum. The trial was small. You had an attorney appointed to you, as mandated by law. They managed to lower your sentence from a year to nine months, but that’s as good as it got. The family tried to get you in for attempted murder, but it fell through. Aggravated assault was the next best option. Getting to the detention center was a long two hours. The freeways were too far out of the way, so you had to stay on the backroads. It was one of the deputies that took you up. She knew you, saw you get into quite a few of your fights.

“I know they aren’t entirely your fault, but you can’t keep going like this.” At the time, you tried to ignore her words. “There’s always gonna be assholes out there that deserve to be punched once or twice, you just gotta let it go. It’s not worth the energy. Or jail time.”

“I think it’s worth the jail time.” You can see her jump when you finally speak an hour into the drive.

“How’s that?”

“The guy I almost killed. He was willing to attack a sixteen year old girl half his size for some kind of grudge. If it wasn’t me, it woulda been a girl that couldn’t fight back.” She doesn’t comment on it, and the rest of the ride is silent.

The hall is bigger than you imagined it. You were expecting something run-down, a facility nobody really cared about. Bigger than you’d thought, but it isn’t massive by any means, only capable of holding maybe a hundred from the surrounding states or towns. It’s nowhere near max capacity. Maybe twenty girls and thirty boys, the exact number not something you care to know. Most of them are in for theft, drugs, or vandalism. The girl you share a ‘room’ with is in for excessive drinking. The next room over holds a thief and a coke addict. The druggie must be from a bigger town, to be able to get hold of that kind of substance. The worst that’s ever come to your town is weed, and even then it’s far from a hard drug. Everything else is heavily monitored in the hospital, and nothing slips through the cracks of a supply that tiny.

The community areas are co-ed, you’re told, so the boys and girls will be able to mingle in those areas only. Not that you care. That includes the cafeteria, courtyard, and classrooms if they’re open for things like meditation, group therapy, and the arts. The moment you finish your lunch, though, you hone in on the bag swinging in the corner of the courtyard, beneath a large awning to keep the exercise equipment clustered beside it all dry should the weather turn. It's about ten minutes in when you’re shoved from the side, rolling over after landing on your shoulder a little too hard for your liking. There’s a rough, sharp voice cutting through your anger.

“Get lost, newbie. Bag’s mine.” He isn’t even looking at you, already tearing into the bag with a ferocity you’ve only ever imagined you had. It pisses you off. He only stumbles sideways when you shove him back, turning to you with what you think is probably just annoyance. You don’t really care to give him time to fully react before you swing and hear a low crack, his head snapping backward as he stumbles and falls on his ass. There’s a groan, and you’re on top of him, throwing punches like your life depended on it. But he’s a lot faster than that girl’s brother, been in fights, lean and strong, maybe used to play a contact sport before ending up here. Your wrists stop moving when he catches them and then you’re tossed off to the side, rolling onto your back.

He’s heavy when he pins your thighs with his knees, throwing punches while you block with your arms. He catches your collar bone, and fuck does it hurt, but the adrenaline you’re getting from the whole thing is dulling a lot of the pain. This is the first time someone’s put up a fight like this, you realize, and suddenly you’re not angry so much as elated, a brand new feeling roaring to life like a propane fire. You go back and forth, rolling over each other until finally you’re ripped apart, and when you look at him you swear there isn’t a sight in the world that could possibly come close.

His eyes are so blue. Striking and electric, vibrant to contrast the red pouring from his nose, soaking his white shirt. His grin is almost feral, like a rabid animal, blood seeping into the spaces between his teeth and the cracks of his lips. You think you might be smiling, too, but you aren’t entirely sure. The guard has him immobile, arms hooked around his shoulders to keep his hands out to his sides and lifting him up off the ground. He could probably fight the guard, thrash until he drops him, but he doesn’t seem to care that you’re both being dragged away. You aren’t sure you care, either, the sharp pain in your collar an afterthought to the beauty you’ve witnessed. 

Your right arm is in a sling. You’re back at the punching bag, staring daggers at it with a simmering anger and a strange contentment as you think back on the events from yesterday. You can’t get him out of your head. There’s an entirely foreign feeling swirling around in your chest as you think about him. Warmth, thick and heavy like honey that’s sat in the sun. Fondness you’d only ever felt for your parents sometimes. You don’t even know his name, and part of you is wondering if this is what love feels like. Some call it a spark, some an innate instinct, some say it’ll kill you if you aren’t careful.

That voice snaps you out of your head.

“It’s a damn shame you can’t hit the thing for a while.” You almost roll your eyes. Almost.

“Like you care. You’re the one who broke my collarbone, jackass.” He chuckles, and you hate the way it sends a chill down your spine. When you look at him those eyes have your breath freezing in your lungs for a moment. Then his face comes into full focus, a red bruise at his temple, nose just a little crooked, top lip split. You sure did a number on him. 

“Just thought I’d give you a warm welcome is all. Didn’t know you were so volatile, normally people just fuck off once I shove ‘em away.” You actually scoff at the notion.

“I don’t fuck off to anything.”

“I think I’m realizing that now. Little thunderstorm you are. You gonna hit me again?” He sounds like he wants you to.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. You haven’t pissed me off yet, and I’m one arm down.” You’re surprised to admit to yourself he isn’t anywhere near pissing you off. He huffs a little laugh, then puts a hand on the small of your back. You aren’t sure why you let him move you behind the bag, turn you so your left can hold it steady without compromising your injured side.

“Hold it for me, would you?”

“Now why the hell would I do that?” His smile is lopsided, canines sharp. It throws you mentally sideways.

“Cause then you get to work on your stance, and I get a steady bag. And when you’re all healed up, I’ll hold it for you. Sound like a deal?” He sticks his left hand out for you to take.

“John Price.” Hesitantly, you reach your own hand out, and the heat from his palm in yours crawls over your skin. You give him your name, and he says it like he’s tasting something new, rolling it around and savoring it. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you.” It’s so genuine you almost forget you’d bludgeoned each other less than 24 hours ago. “We got a deal, Tempest?” Your face scrunches up at the word.

“That’s not my name.” He shrugs, holding onto your hand tight.

“Sounds pretty damn close to me. Tempest. A violent windstorm. Say what you want but it fits.” Something about it sets your soul on fire. You’ve never had a nickname, not even from your parents. Nothing tender, nothing special, nothing yours. Hearing it from anyone else, you might break their nose for it. For some reason it’s different coming from him. A boy you barely know, one you’d traded fists with. He pulls on your arm hard enough to have you squishing your hands between you, and you realize he’s taller than you thought when you have to suddenly look up.

“So? Do we have a deal, Tempest?” You huff, the cobalt in his gaze piercing through you.

“We have a deal, Price.”

Your mandated therapist sees a stark change in you, after that. She mentions finding you incredibly different from your file, not the kind of personality type she expected from an almost-murderer. Your words, not hers. She says you’ve changed between your entry session and the two days immediately after. You seem less angry, not as easily aggravated. She asks if what happened between you and John Price scared you.

“No.”

“That was a pretty quick response. You’re sure it didn’t give you a fright? You’re used to not getting a fight back, used to just taking someone down in seconds.”

“I’m sure. He didn’t scare me at all.”

“So what did he do? If it didn’t scare you, what did you feel?” You’re not sure you want to answer. Surely she’d think you were insane, just like everyone else. “Did he make you angrier than usual? Or are you maybe saddened by the thought that you’ve met an opponent you can’t win against?” You huff out a sigh, becoming agitated for the first time in days.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“What don’t I kn-”

“I think I’m in love with him.” There’s a very long, very tense silence, and for once in your life you wish you could run from it. But you can’t, not with the guard stationed outside the room to keep you in your session for the allotted time slot. You’re sweating. You don’t usually sweat from nerves, but you’re sweating.

“Well that was unexpected. I’m glad you’re feeling positive emotions. Why do you think you love him?” You aren’t very sure of that, either. 

“I don’t know. He just looked so familiar, so perfect, when we were pulled apart. And when he actually hit back, I wasn’t so angry anymore. I was happy. I was so happy I thought he hit me a little too hard in the head. But then the guards tore us apart and he looked like he was staring into my soul. Like he could see me at my core and liked what he saw.” You really didn’t mean to say all of that. It all came pouring out, a stopper pulled to drain the sea.

“You feel he understands you.” There’s this look in her eyes, like she knows she’s right.

“Yeah. That.”

The day eventually came that you had to leave. Your time was up, you served your sentence. It was bittersweet. You get to leave the hall, but you’ll be leaving John behind as well. Might as well rip the bandaid off, you don’t bother giving him any information on how to find you once he’s out too. He doesn’t give anything up either. You don’t ask.

Going back home was surreal. Your parents…they had been instilled with a fear of you that you didn’t realize was there until after you’d gotten back. It was a lot like they were walking on eggshells around you. You’d told them you’d never hurt them, they’re your parents, but that didn’t ease their anxieties. There was a period of time when you did nothing. Nothing at all. Going to school like normal, doing the bare minimum for homework, then rotting in bed. 

The new therapist, the one you were mandated to see for three months, says it’s depression. You don’t take the meds they prescribed. You don’t lie when they ask if you did. You tell them you don’t think they’ll work.

You think it’s not depression at all. You think it’s heartbreak.

You learn to live without him. A fight breaks out a year after you’re released, and you wind up back in the sheriff’s cell. Another year later you’re back again, and another year later the sheriff’s starting to show his age. The fights are less frequent, once the exhaustion settles in. You can’t sleep at night after a while. Part of you thinks you’re better for it. A very small part. 

Laswell picks you up one day when you’re walking home after being fired. Nobody likes employing the town’s most volatile resident. She’s a couple years older than you, says her dad recently bought up the one diner in town, the previous owner tired and old. You knew her, she was decently nice to you. When you ask why she’d do that for you, she says you remind her of someone she knows. You stopped getting into fights after that.

A grand total of eight years goes by. Dad got done in by a tumor he didn’t bother to get treated. Said when he goes he goes, and he did. Mom left you soon after from a heart attack. You’re all alone in a house that’s too damn big and empty. You haven’t landed a single punch for five years. The rage you used to be so intimate with feels foreign in your body, completely lacking the energy to calm the itch beneath your skin. 

There’s a meeting at the town hall arranged by the sheriff. He’s graying, well into his fifties, but the stress of the job is clearly getting to him. It’s a retirement announcement, and a replacement announcement all in one go.

Your heart beats back to life when the replacement sheriff comes up on stage, electric blue eyes glancing over the small crowd of the town. Thick facial hair decorates his face now, and he’s a lot bigger than you remember him, but that’s John Price. Your John Price. He’s in the middle of his little blurb he’d prepared when he locks eyes with you, choking on his words. The old sheriff brings him back to himself, and he breaks from your gaze, but you know he recognizes you.

You don’t talk to him after that. You aren’t sure you could. You know you’ve changed, you know you’re different than when you knew him eight years ago. Two long years go by, you don’t see him much if at all with your overnight shifts. Sleep doesn’t come easier, but you’re not as angry and sad as you used to be. Then Phil happens, and somewhere in your head you have to say thank you to him for reconnecting you with John. 

Ten years ago, if you were told you’d be sharing a bed with John Price later in life, you’d have believed it. Hell, you’d have a harder time believing he’s the sheriff in the town you grew up in. Waking up on his bare chest is something you never knew you wanted so bad. The thick dark hair covering his skin, soft where he lays but the muscle beneath is nothing to laugh at. He’s still John Price, after all. 

“What’s goin on in that pretty head, Tempest?” You hum, gently scratch at his chest, bury your fingers in the thicket of curls.

“Thinking about the day we met. And the day after.”

“Yeah? What about it?” You tilt your head back to look into his eyes, that same electric blue. 

“Sixteen year old me was trying to figure out if she was in love with you.” He lifts an eyebrow.

“If?” You shrug.

“Didn’t know what that kind of love felt like.” He hums, digging his fingers into your scalp.

“Neither did I. But I was sure I loved you. Nothing else could feel like that. Like everything suddenly got brighter and clearer and my lungs had too much oxygen.” Silence lapses between you as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I never asked what put you there.” His hand brushes stray hair from your face.

“Aggravated assault.” You nearly jump from his hold.

“Really? I mean, I’m not surprised, but I got the same charge.”

“Well I’ll be damned. A match made in hell huh?” You giggle then, at the thought of you being matched to each other by a higher force.

“Care to tell me what you did?” He pushes a sigh from his lungs.

“My dad was a real piece of shit. I picked up too many of his bad impulses, made sure to nip ‘em in the bud after juvie once I realized I looked a little too much like him.” You press yourself closer to his side, making sure to look him in the face even if he’s glaring up at the ceiling. “He hit me and mom a lot. When I got old enough, and he got drunk enough, I started hitting him back. He ended up in a coma after I beat him half to death for breaking his beer bottle over mom’s head, and I ended up in the nearest juvenile detention hall.” He doesn’t seem all that beat up about it, but you’re not going to treat it like he doesn’t care. He put his own father in a coma, after all.

“I’m sorry that happened.”

“I’m not. In a way, I gotta thank the bastard for letting me meet you.” Well that’s definitely one way to look at it. 

“Was your mother okay, after everything?” His hum is low, and he looks sad suddenly.

“She was alright physically. Mentally, she’d been gone since dad started getting violent. I buried her a few years after juvie. Dad woke from the coma just to die of a failed kidney not long after I lost her.” 

“Oh, John.” He looks down at you again, petting your head when you nuzzle into his chest.

“Don’t look so down, Tempest. I’ve made my peace with everything. What were you in for, anyway?” You’re sure he could take a change of subject. You don’t try to push it.

“Some girl was upset ‘cause her boyfriend had the hots for me, smeared an ice cream cone over my face. I hurt her pretty bad, dislocated her shoulder, broke her nose. Her brother found me a couple years later to hurt me back and he ended up in the hospital. The prosecutor said if I’d kicked his chest one more time his rib would’ve punctured his lung. The family wanted to get me in on attempted murder, but it didn’t work out for them.” There’s a low laugh rumbling in his chest while he tugs you closer, squeezing you to his side.

“That’s just like you, isn’t it Tempest? You regret nearly killing the guy?” You shake your head. Only he would find an almost attempted murder charge amusing.

“Nah. I said the same to the deputy that drove me to the hall. If it wasn’t me he hunted down, it was some other girl half his size that wouldn’t put up a fight.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl. What about your family? What did they have to say about it?”

“Not a lot. I’d been kicking and punching my way through life since I was six, and they’d had just about enough of me. After the first night I spent in the cell at the sheriff’s station, they stopped hearing my side of the story. I used to think I was made wrong, ‘cause neither of my parents had my temper. Never regretted my fights though, I never started shit, just made sure I finished it.” His hand trails up and down your hip, rough palm and fingers scraping gently across the softness there. The motion feels so right you aren’t sure how you lived so long without him beside you.

“Sounds a lot like how I used to be. Whatever was started, whoever started it, I finished it there and then.” You’re a lot alike, the two of you. You think if you’d have met outside of juvie, the outcome would have been the same. Like how a tornado is always made the same way. Hot and cold air swirling together and charging the atmosphere until the funnel touches the ground. No matter how you met, when you met, you’d always end up right here in his arms. You’re sure of it.

“John?” He hums, looking down at you. “Was it your idea to share the bag?”

“Yup. The guards wanted us to stay apart, my assigned shrink got too damn close to a restraining order. Begged him not to do it.” Your jaw drops to the floor. 

“You begged a psychologist not to mandate a distance between us?”

“On my fucking knees, darlin’. I think the shock of seeing the rampaging teen beg for once in his life convinced him to drop it if I could somehow guarantee we never fought again.” You’re shocked, truly. Never in a hundred lifetimes would you imagine John Price was even capable of begging for anything.

“Well, it’s good to know I wasn’t the only one to admit to my therapist I’d fallen in love with the boy I fist-fought the first day there.” His laugh is sharp and loud, surprise making his belly jump with the noise.

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Oh yeah. She thought I was scared of you. Pushed until I spit it the fuck out.” He laughs again. It’s probably your favorite sound.

“If she saw you the way I saw you, she’d know you weren’t scared of jack shit. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you looked like you wanted to get me in bed.” With a low chuckle, you spread your fingers over his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath his skin.

“I could say the same about you, mister. Looked like you wanted to eat me alive.” The arm beneath you flexes, and you’re tugged over him, straddling his hips while he looks up at you with blown pupils. 

“I did. If we were left to our own devices I might have tried to fuck you right there in the courtyard, broken nose and all.” 

“I might have let you.” The hands on your hips squeeze tight, then drag up your sides to feel you beneath his palms.

“You’re fucking perfect, Tempest. And all mine. Been mine forever.”

“Damn right, John Price.” 

Then he’s kissing you silly.

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A-Z AU Rec List

Saw this A-Z list of AU writing prompts and decided to make a rec list based on it! This has a little bit of everything, pairings wise, so hopefully there’s something for everyone.

A: Apocalypse AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

B: Bounty Hunter AU Bounty Hunter by SnippyandSnarky [drarry, M, 32k] Set after the 7th book. Voldemort is nearly defeated. A familiar bounty hunter is picking off Death Eaters one by one. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

C: College AU Wannabe Your Lover by Maraudererasmut & shadow_prince [wolfstar, M, 15k] Somewhere in America, Fall of 1997 - Returning to University, James refused to room with Sirius in the wake of The Great Cheez-it Battle of '96. They must adjust to living with someone new, Mr. Potter worried they'd both get scurvy, James unsuccessfully continued trying to court one Lily Evans, Snape got what was coming to him, and Sirius was the most confused of them all.

D: Do-Over (Second Chance) AU Do It All Over Again (Series) by DracoWillHearAboutThis [drarry, E, 468k] All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision. At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine. (also available as a podfic)

E: Emergency Responders AU Oh, We Lost Magic by nerakrose [wolfstar, jily, G, 4k] The year is 1985 and Sirius, Remus, James and Lily are working as paramedics in muggle London, living seemingly normal lives…except there's really an awful lot of weird things going on.

F: Fake Dating AU Distractions by morningsound15 [hermione/ginny, T, 86k] Ginny sighed and slumped back in her seat. “You’re letting him win. He’s winning the breakup!” “Everything you’re saying is ridiculous! You can’t win a breakup.” “Obviously you can, and Ron is doing it!” “You’re being childish. Not everything is about winning and losing.”

G: Ghost AU Another Day in the Sun by REwrites [wolfstar, T, 19k] Is it haunted? I suppose that depends on who is telling the story.

H: Historical Fiction AU Blood and Brimestone by calanthe_fic [drarry, E, 42k] The Inquisition claims it reforms and cleanses Prodigals of their demonic heritage, but Captain Harry Potter learns that the Church has lost its way and is worse by far than the devils in Hells Below. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

I: Investigation AU Caught by Phiso [wolfstar, G, 4k] Sirius Black was the thief no one could catch – at least, not until he met his match in Detective Inspector Remus Lupin.

J: Jazz Club AU A Specter of The Night [+Podfic] by writer-or-whatever [wolfstar, T, 1k] Roaring 20s Wolfstar AU OR The one where Sirius turns up out of the blue as a Jazz singer and Remus is confused and still very much in love.

K: Knitting AU Charmed Wool by winnett [drarry, E, 11k] Draco works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department (MMAD). Tracking down an illegal knitter of charmed jumpers takes him to County Cork where he never expected to find the missing Chosen One. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

L: Lycanthropy AU seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here [snily, G, 6k] “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”

M: Musician AU Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [wolfstar, M, 5k] Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?

N: No Voldemort AU Sing Me a (Christmas) Love Song by andromedablacc [James/Sirius, G, 1k] James is a famous Quidditch player, and once upon a time Sirius was famous in his own right.

O: Office AU Of Tinsel and Nice Starts by nerakrose [wolfstar, G, 2k] Mysterious clouds and strange coffee abounds. Office romance.

P: Photographer AU Rule of Thirds by bluepeony [wolfstar, G, 2k] Modern AU: Sirius Black, star of the university's football team, only wants one thing: a teensy-weensy, harmless little kiss.

Q: Quidditch Player AU our kiss is as the moon to draw by blackkat [lily/narcissa, T, 1k] “Problems, cousin?” Narcissa calls to Sirius, cool and sugar-sweet. She’s smirking, braid of pale hair coming loose, and Lily should absolutely be cheering for Gryffindor, but she can't help herself. As Narcissa turns into a sharp dive, snatching the Quaffle right out of James's hands as she passes, she whoops, clapping her hands together. “I think this is the part where I'm supposed to call you a traitor,” Remus observes from the seat beside her, as dry as dust, though he hasn’t even lifted his gaze from his book.

R: Receptionist AU They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [wolfstar, G, 5k] Hospital receptionist Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.

S: Soulmate AU Amare Series by ABlackRaven [harry/cedric, T, 173k] Cedric feels drawn to protect Harry Potter. Whether this be from Dementors on a Quidditch pitch or the tasks of a life-threatening tournament, he's determined to help him. He can't help but worry about the younger boy. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…something more? Harry feels drawn to Cedric, safe when he is near. He certainly has no shortage of dangers in his life, from an abusive home life to the growing threat of Voldemort. He cant help the guilt that he puts Cedric in danger by proximity. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…could he hope for something more? And when the end of the third task goes horribly wrong, will either of them survive? A rewrite of Book 4 revolving around Harry and Cedric.

T: Time Travel AU Escaping the Paradox by Meri [snarry, E, 35k] After Harry is thrown back in time to 1971, he has several choices to make. (also available as a podfic)

U: Undercover AU The Chosen One & The Halfblood Prince by waitingondaisies [Harry & Severus, T, 93k] Severus Snape was discovered as a spy mere days before the start of the school year. Thankfully, Albus had been working on a vague contingency plan for this possibility. It had been inspired by the question, “What would it take for Severus Snape to see that he was wrong about Harry Potter?” The answer? Force Severus to go undercover as Alfonse “Eli” Hopkirk, a sixth year Gryffindor.

V: Vampire AU Immortal Claim by ladyofsilverdawn [snarry, E, 16k] Harry needs Snape's cooperation to solve a case, but navigating vampiric culture and Snape's powerful allure proves more challenging than he anticipates.

W: Western AU Hell and High Water by Krethes [susan bones/pansy parkinson, T, 7k] Pansy is the daughter of the leader of a notorious band of outlaws that's been running this dusty old town for as long as she can recall. Then one day a new sheriff rides into town with her pretty little niece at her side who keeps making pretty little eyes at Pansy and -- aw, hell. (also available as a podfic)

X: N/A

Y: Youtube AU real life has no appeal by orphan_account [wolfstar, G, 7k] In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.

Z: Zombie AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

Yes, yes, I know. The first and last list items are the same, but there are only so many zombie and/or apocalypse AUs.

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DAILY BRAINROT

I greatly appreciate our brainrot time because otherwise I think I would go bonkers and I don't think my IRL friends can handle this level of brainrot. If any of them find my Ao3 or Tumblr by some miracle, I would perish on the spot. They don't need to know.

Anyway, I am obsessed with Legend's little brother vibes. He's like the older middle child. Can be responsible when he needs/wants to, but otherwise prefers being a thorn in the oldest's side. He's a stupid little goofball and I love that for him. I need him to team up with Time for a dumb prank because who would expect The Hero of Legend and The Hero of Time to do something like that??

Slightly related to that, I love it when he's a twin in modern AUs. LOVE IT. But what I want is for him to be Warriors' twin and Hyrule to be Wind's twin (or something close to that). I think it would be a good combination, especially if it's something like a mixed family dynamic where Legend and Warriors end up being brothers with Hyrule and Wind for some random reason so it goes from your regular older brother and younger brother dynamic to the younger brother suddenly dealing with his own younger brothers pestering him. Less accidental baby acquisition, more accidental younger brother acquisition.

(I will end up writing this because I'm crazy, we all know it, there's no point in denying it at this point.)

I also keep thinking about the War of Eras stuff and like... it's always a time paradox. It's always a time paradox. I can't get the idea of the guys teaching each other things, it's too sweet. Like, don't you have to wonder if Warriors teaches Wind how to do first aid because Tune taught him first? It's probably more likely he learned from someone else, but it's a thought. I'm slowly dying on the inside thinking about how much Tune would do for the captain because he wants to return the favor and ldjkgdfgjdirjgdlgrijgdlirjfdrijtelkjfd--

I genuinely appreciate the daily brainrots so much too 😭 like i come home at the end of a long day and i get excited to see it come in my inbox aslkgkjhg. i got a few people irl who know im bat shit on tumblr and on ao3, my fuckin fiancee literally follows this blog and i know they don’t check it often but i do live in the fear of the day i get a text or call about some super specific odd ass shit post i made🧍‍♂️and then one of my best friends reads Fierce Hero 9, which is honestly fucking hilarious to me because she knew NOTHING about LU when she started reading it (i only recently convinced her to join the dark side /j), she just heavily fucks with big hero 6, and yknow what i respect that. but if my COLLEGE friends ever found this blog?? killing myself immediately. killing myself, deleting the blog, and moving to the other side of the planet actually. and my family knows I write fanfiction but if they ever read or found it?? theres not a group of people on this earth who would be able to find me, my ass would be GONE.

I LOVE LEGEND AND HIS STUPID LITTLE BROTHER ENERGY IT’S SO EVERYTHING TO ME. he’s a little shit and we need to all talk about that more 😔 LEGEND AND TIME WORKING TOGETHER ON A PRANK?? OH MY GOD. IT’D BE FUCKING OVER FOR EVERYONE ELSE. THEY’D GET AWAY WITH IT AND POOR HYRULE, WILD, OR WIND WOULD END UP GETTING BLAMED 😭

oh my god i never not once even thought of Legend and Wars being twins. I guess part of it is cos i headcanon they got like a literal decade between em, and i never thought about making them that close in age, let alone the SAME age. Even in my modern au’s, Wars is 2-3 years older. Them as twins would be SO fucking funny though oh my GOD. ACCIDENTAL BROTHER ACQUISITION, IM GONNA BE FUCKIN USING THAT OH MY GOD AKNSKJSNKJSN

(write it and my life is yours /ref)

oh my god i love war of eras trio time paradoxes so fucking much. SOOOO fucking much. Just the idea of Wars teaching Wind some little thing and then Tune having that knowledge to help Captain Link?? EATING IT UP. Or Wind being the world’s biggest shit to Time and him absolutely RUTHLESSLY clapping back, just for Tune to pull the EXACT same soul destroying comeback seemingly out of his ass to hit Mask with when Mask decides to be a snarky little shit. Who started it? We’ll never know

[pansy-picnics]

Okay but how are the grandparents with the UKD kids? I imagine it’s difficult, especially at first since none of them actually raised newborns/infants themselves?

SUPER LATE ANSWER BUT I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN ASKED SOMETHING ALONG THESE LINES ON INSTA A WHILE AGO. it’s DEFINITELY a learning curve…for the most part they know they can step back and they trust the kids to handle things themselves, but we do know from canon that they can all be a Little overbearing at times…….

i think captain, much like cass turns out to be surprisingly gentle and knows exactly how to handle them just by instinct alone. he was ECSTATIC to hear about rapunzel’s pregnancy for the first time just because, despite not Completely understanding his daughters relationship situation, he DID know that they’d be considered cass’ kids too (although frankly, CASS herself was still kinda coming to terms with this, so his excitement was a little overwhelming for her at first, but she too came around).

he definitely slips up from time to time but for the most part he eases into the role perfectly. now that he’s retired, he’s basically the chillest of all of them tbh. Like i think he got really into fishing so he takes the kids on boat trips and stuff. Normal grandpa things.

Also when cass decided to take in ilmari literally the first thing she thought of was her dad. She stopped to tell him before she even made it back to see rapunzel and eugene….Just to tell him what happened. He apologized but inevitably told her she did the right thing. Lots of tears that night.

frederic and arianna are the most grounded ones, but also the most paranoid. they’re very emotional about having little ones in the house again, especially since they never got to have rapunzel around at that age….it leads them to be VERY comically affectionate LOL. in the days after the twins were first born, 9 times out of 10 if they weren’t with any of their parents they were with fred or ari. they are totally the ones who freak out every time the baby sneezes or something, which is something arianna is constantly teasing frederic about as if she isn’t a Massive Fucking Hypocrite and is just a LITTLE better at holding herself together.

i like to imagine arianna and willow were identical twins, so arianna has an especially close connection to alina and ryder….she worries a lot about them growing distant or resentful of one another like her and willow did. as alina grows up, she reminds her the most of herself…<:]

They also love ilmari so so much and OBVIOUSLY THAT’S A GIVEN but i specifically think ilmari would be obsessed with fred’s stupid fucking egg collection. Autism to autism communication

Edmund….edmund is the deranged one (Probably could’ve figured that one out though). He’s the grandparent who you only see for special occasions and he always brings the most insane gifts that your parents HATE. Somehow they’re even worse than varian’s gifts and he’s practically giving the kids literal explosives. /J Lowkey i think edmund has forgotten how children work a little bit and he scares the shit out of ukd sometimes just by making some Incredibly silly decisions BUT he means incredibly well and the twins LOVE him. Ilmari is a little intimidated by him admittedly, at first just because he’s big and scary, and later when they’re older, just because of how loud and boisterous he is…..But they appreciate him too and he’s very supportive.

as silly as he can be he does know when he needs to quiet down and be gentle and ilmari really likes learning from him and the other brotherhood members about the dark kingdom and their history. ryder especially grows rlly close with him when he’s older since he spends about a year in the dark kingdom and eventually takes over the throne… :3

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Happy Sunday and thanks for the tags today @artsyunderstudy @alleycat0306 @youarenevertooold @alexalexinii and @bookish-bogwitch. I love your shares as always!

Today from me, some sentences from Chapter 2 of Hiding Out In The Open, which I updated yesterday. (Context: This is my gift fic for @artsyunderstudy about Simon and Baz bonding over a psych podcast.) WAY more than six because I'm absolutely not capable of finding a six sentence snip right now.

“follow up question: www.invisiblemind.org/who-are-you-at-2-am” The episode’s main guest is a data scientist. He’s speaking about how our web search histories reveal hidden things about our preferences and biases, even our health. Which is all very interesting, except Snow sent this to me, and I’m a bit stuck on just how much of the research hinges on people having searched for, shall we say, erotic materials. How is he expecting me to respond to this? With an insult, probably. Only now—thanks to learning all about the correlation between the unemployment rate and pornographic search traffic—all I can come up with is ‘jobless wanker’. And I won’t be sending that. (Can’t think about Snow touching himself.) (Not while we’re chatting. That would be crossing a line, I think.) (Also, I’m in public.) I parry instead. “You do realise it’s two in the afternoon right now, don’t you?” I send. “Have you gotten your days mixed up from your nights again? Here’s a hint: next time, look for the big flaming ball in the sky.” “don’t you want to know who *i* am at 2am?” he replies. And that’s my plan to not think about Snow wanking out the window.

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Spirktober 2023, Day 4: Water

Two in one day! Who is she? She's powerful! I chose water for the theme of today because the idea of Spock learning to swim was irresistible. I hope you enjoy!

Also posted on AO3 here.

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Kirk had promised Bones that there was nothing on this planet that could possibly impact their away mission, which, upon reflection, was nearly certainly why things had gone sideways as soon as the shuttle entered the atmosphere. 

It was a milk-run day, as the bridge crew called their less eventful assignments from HQ. They were on the edges of Alpha Quadrant, taking samples of air and water and microbiological life forms from a planet that hadn’t so much as developed a millipede yet. 

The funny thing was, Kirk mused, as Spock carefully guided their dead shuttle towards the endless ocean beneath them, was that if they had decided to beam down to the surface instead, everything would have been fine.

But there was something in the atmosphere that had changed the combustion rate of the engine (“A 0.00085% chance of occurrence, captain,” Spock had said calmly as the engine stuttered into silence) and had derailed their plans for an uneventful couple of hours on the surface of the planet. They hadn’t even taken security officers. Spock’s favorite scientists were monitoring some high-touch fungi growth experiment, and Kirk knew that Spock himself was curious to study a planet so early in its development, so they had elected to go, just themselves. Like a date, Kirk thought, watching Spock expertly slow their fall with the shuttle’s emergency parachute, deploy the inflatable underlayer of the shuttle, and bring them to a careful landing on the surface of the ocean. Naturally our first date goes to hell immediately. 

Spock checked the readouts from the dashboard of the shuttle and raised one eyebrow. God, Kirk loved that eyebrow. “The composition of both the ocean and the air are astonishingly similar to Earth, captain. Certainly M-class, with a breathable atmosphere for oxygen-reliant life forms and a sodium-heavy ocean. Ambient temperature reads at ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit, and water temperature at seventy-eight. ”

“So it’s safe to go outside?” 

Spock hesitated. “Insufficient data. I am unable to determine what factor would have prevented the engine from continuing on impulse power.” 

“But I am not an engine on impulse power, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, and smiled. He pulled his comm from his belt and flipped it open. “Kirk to Scotty. How are things up there?”

“Oh, just fine, captain,” Scotty’s voice said from the comm. “Everything alright down there? Looked like your engine turned off mid-flight.”

“Something like that, Mr. Scott. Is there anything on the Enterprise’s sensors about the atmosphere that we should be aware of?”

“Negative, captain. All normal readings for an M-Class planet, according to our Mr. Chekov. Shall we beam you up immediately?”

“Oh, leave us for a moment, won’t you? I don’t think there’s anything down here to cause us too much harm.” 

“As you like, captain. I’m sure Mr. Spock would appreciate the chance to take what readings he can.” Spock inclined his head towards the comm, but if Scotty’s consideration of his desires took him by surprise, his face didn’t reveal it. 

“Alright. We’ll check in by the hour. Someone ask Bones to be on standby, if you don’t mind.” 

Spock looked up, eyebrow at high alert, as Scotty asked, “Problem, captain?”

“Not yet, Mr. Scott. But I’d hate to waste the opportunity for a swim, and better safe than sorry. Spock says the water’s warm.” 

Spock spluttered, “I said no such thing, captain,” as Scotty’s cheerful laughter burbled over the comms. “I’ll let him know, captain. Enjoy yourself.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Scott. Kirk out,” Kirk said, and snapped his comm shut with his hip as he pushed himself out of the navigator’s seat. 

“Captain, your leaps of logic never fail to astound,” Spock said, hovering a half-step behind him as Kirk shrugged out of his tunic and pants into just his undershirt and boxer briefs. 

“Come on, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, and turned to smile at him. “We’re already here. You wanted to take readings of the water. The water is perfectly warm, and it’s a sunny day. There’s not even so much as a jellyfish on this planet to sting me.”

They climbed out on top of the shuttle. The sun was warm against the black of Kirk’s t-shirt, and a light breeze from the direction he thought might have been landward ruffled the surface of the water. Spock, still dressed in science blues and even his boots, relaxed minutely in the warmth. 

“Nice weather, isn’t it?” Kirk said cheerily, and stepped towards the edge of the shuttle. It was less than five feet from the top of the shuttle to the surface of the water. He had dived from higher platforms on Earth for fun before. Spock peered over the edge of the shuttle next to him. 

“Will you join me, Mr. Spock?” Kirk asked. “You’ll have to get closer to the water than this if you care to take samples.” Spock gave the water a side-eyed glance that bordered on distaste, and then it dawned on Kirk. 

“You don’t know how to swim!” 

“Vulcan is a desert planet, captain,” Spock said stiffly. He had his tricorder gripped tightly between both hands. “Swimming would have been an illogical use of a limited and necessary resource.”

“Well, this doesn’t look like a limited resource to me.” Kirk sat on the edge of the shuttle’s roof and slid down towards the inflated platform that kept the shuttle from sinking. It rather reminded him of an inner tube from his childhood. It was rough under his bare feet, and the water that splashed up was pleasantly warm. 

Spock peered down at him from where he remained on top of the shuttle. Kirk looked up at him and planted his hands on his hips. “How were you planning on taking these samples without getting in the water, Mr. Spock?”

“Starfleet standard-issue boots are waterproof, captain. I would have merely remained on the shore and taken samples from the shallowest points.” 

“Ah, but then your samples would have been half-sand, anyway. If you come down here, you’ll get water. Better for your research, I think.” 

Spock narrowed his eyes. He knew when Kirk was teasing him, but Kirk didn’t think he minded as much as he used to. “Come on, Spock,” Kirk said, and held his hand out. “I’m not going to let you drown.” 

Spock didn’t take his hand, but that didn’t surprise Kirk. He did carefully slide down the side of the shuttle to join Kirk on the inflatable, however. “I am significantly more dense than you, captain. Should I fall off and sink, you’d be better off asking Mr. Scott to beam us out.” He levered himself carefully to a seated position, cross-legged, with his back against the shuttle and his tricorder pointed at the water. For a moment, Kirk had a mental image of a child-sized Spock, sitting cross-legged in the desert, watching some sort of insect under a magnifying glass, and his heart twinged. He turned away from his science officer and dipped one foot in the water. It was warm, and slightly gritty---just like he remembered oceans on Earth. He launched himself off the inflatable and into the water. When he resurfaced, Spock was wiping water off his tricorder screen with the edge of his sleeve and frowning at him. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, laughing. “Did I ruin your readings?” 

“No,” Spock said stiffly. Kirk smiled at him and tipped his head back, allowing the air in his chest to pull him upwards so that he was floating on the water. Sunshine, and water, and a breeze---these were not normally things he missed while in space. Normally the sight of the stars around him and the comforting hum of the Enterprise’s engine were enough for him. But now, while he had the comforts of gravity and water and warmth, he found it surprisingly pleasant. So, listening to the familiar rustle of Spock doing some sort of science just a few feet away, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift.

When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, Spock had taken off his boots and rolled up his pants and was sitting with his feet dangling from the side of the inflatable into the water. Kirk paddled over and treaded water nearby. “What do you think, Mr. Spock?” 

“A curious sensation, captain, but not an unpleasant one.” Spock swung one leg forward, then the other, creating little ripples in the water. 

“I’ll teach you to swim, if you want to get in,” Kirk said. Spock hesitated. “It’s not hard, I promise. Human children can be taught to swim at only a few months old.” 

“I find that difficult to believe, captain.”

“It’s true! Something about it being a familiar environment after nine months in utero.” Spock considered this, and looked up at the sun in the sky above them. 

“I won’t let you drown,” Kirk said again. “I’m a good swimmer.” 

Slowly, so slowly that Kirk was certain that Spock was still considering the logic of submerging his desert-bred self into a body of water, Spock lifted the strap of his tricorder over his head and set it carefully aside. He tucked it against the wall of the shuttle and patted it once, like he wanted to be sure it wouldn’t fall off and float away, taking all his readings with it. Then Spock shuffled himself further towards the edge of the inflatable, peering down at the water. Kirk smiled at him encouragingly, and Spock gave one short, sharp nod. Then he shoved himself off the inflatable and dropped down into the water. 

Something that Kirk had noticed about his first officer in the two years they’d been working together was that the man was graceful beyond reason. Something about his height, his posture, or his strength made his movements seem measured, as careful as his speech was, every action intentional. Sometimes, when they sparred together or Kirk was able to see Spock fighting on missions, Kirk thought he was wasted as a Starfleet officer. He should have been a dancer instead. It was distinctly humorous, then, that the same grace did not translate to Spock in water. Spock’s head broke the surface only a second after vanishing; not even enough time for Kirk to have to dive down to grab him. His hair was a mess, matted down around his eyebrows, the pointed tips of his ears breaking through the black. He spat water out and immediately swallowed more, his wildly swinging arms created waves around them. 

“How are you doing, Mr. Spock?” Kirk asked, staying clear of his arms. He could only imagine that his legs were doing the same beneath the surface, and didn’t care to be kicked. 

“Poorly, captain,” Spock said. Kirk laughed until he cried. 

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Spock learned quickly, and after a few minutes was floating next to Kirk, looking up at the sky. The composition of the atmosphere was different enough that the sky was not the blue of Earth but closer to a teal, a color Kirk found most pleasing. He could feel the occasional swish of Spock’s hands through the water as he adjusted his equilibrium. 

The moment was broken with the crackle of his comm, and with a sigh he pulled himself back to the inflatable. He grabbed the comm and flipped it open. “Kirk here.” 

“Sorry to ruin your party, captain, but new orders just arrived. Someone --- or something --- crossed the neutral zone. We’re to rendezvous with the U.S.S. Valiant in two days, and Admiral Archer wants to speak with you.”

“Alright, Scotty. Give us a minute to prepare and then we’re ready for beam-up.” 

“Apologies, captain,” Scotty said, and then Kirk heard the disguised laughter in his voice. “But Archer wants you right this moment.” 

“Tell the admiral---” Kirk started, 

“No can do, captain,” Scotty said, and Spock sat upright as a peal of Uhura’s laughter came through the comm as well. “Locked onto your signal, beaming you up now.” 

“Scotty, I swear to---” 

Kirk and Spock materialized, dripping wet, in just undershirts and boxers, onto the transportation pad in front of a laughing Scotty and Chekov. Kirk was standing, as he’d had the good fortune to be upright when the beam started; Spock, who had been mostly horizontal in the water, was laying flat on his back. Kirk offered him a hand, which Spock roundly ignored in favor of climbing to his bare feet while his clothing squelched around him. He straightened and clasped his hands behind his back; the dignified posture did nothing for his hair, which dripped water steadily onto his forehead and down his nose. 

“Truly, my apologies, captain,” Scotty said, wheezing. “But Archer said immediately, and we’ve already got the shuttle in a tractor beam.” 

“Please ensure the safekeeping of my tricorder, Mr. Scott,” Spock said, in funereal tones. 

“Yes, Mr. Spock,” Scotty said. “Shame to lose any of the work you did.” 

“Indeed,” Spock said. He inclined his head to Kirk. “Excuse me, captain.” He walked away, and every step left a watery footprint behind until the door to the transporter room slid shut behind him. Only when Spock was gone did Kirk allow his own laughter to bubble out. 

“I’d like to be a fly on the wall when an ensign dares to do a double-take at him, gentlemen,” Kirk said. “Now let’s go see who’s starting trouble.” 

[rabbitcruiser]

Talk Like William Shatner Day

Talk Like William Shatner Day, celebrated on March 22, pays tribute to the famous Canadian actor — William Shatner. Shatner gained worldwide recognition due to his role in the cult sci-fi series, “Star Trek.” Shatner is appreciated for his unique dialogue delivery and performance and is often imitated by his fans. Hence, the day has become a perfect opportunity to pay a tribute to the memorable performances of the actor. Watch your favorite episodes starring the actor and enjoy the nostalgia on this day.

History of Talk Like William Shatner Day

Impressionists had been paying tribute to the actor William Shatner for years. Finally, however, an official day was observed in 2009. Maurice LaMarche, a famous Shatner impressionist, posted a video clip on YouTube and declared March 22 as International Talk like William Shatner Day. In the video, LaMarche gave the viewers a tutorial on how Shatner can be imitated and pronounced several words in the actor’s iconic style. The video went viral since LaMarche already has a large fan following from his roles in “Futurama,” “The Simpsons,” “Pinky and the Brain,” “Frozen,” and more.

Similarly, Doug VanHorn had the same idea, and he created a Facebook page idolizing William Shatner’s impressions. After a short feud, both LaMarche and VanHorn decided to join forces. They came up with International Talk Like William Shatner Day. From thereon, we celebrate the day every year!

Shatner is also an author, producer, director, screenwriter, commercial astronaut, and musician. The role that has gained him an eternal fan following is his portrayal of Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise in the Star Trek franchise. He also starred in the first seven Star Trek movies and co-wrote several novels set in the Star Trek universe. Apart from Star Trek, Shatner also played a police sergeant in “T. J. Hooker” and moved on to host the reality-based television series “Rescue 911.”

Talk Like William Shatner Day timeline

1951

Making an Impact

William Shatner makes his acting debut.

1954

The Small Screen

Shatner stars in his first major T.V. role as Ranger Bob.

1974

Celebrities and Sports

Shatner makes an appearance on “Celebrity Bowling.”

2017

Getting Animated

Shatner lends his voice to the animated film “Batman vs. Two-Face.”

Talk Like William Shatner Day FAQs

What Is William Shatner’s net worth?

The Canadian-born actor, producer, and director has a total net worth of $100 million.

What disease does William Shatner have?

The famous actor suffers from tinnitus.

Did Shatner smoke cigarettes?

Yes. Shatner started smoking at a young age since his father also smoked.

Talk Like William Shatner Day Activities

Watch “Star Trek: ”Want to figure out why so many people adore William Shatner? Binge-watch “Star Trek” and you will find out! Then, make sure you pick up the best episodes of the series where Shatner has outdone himself.

Imitate Shatner: To celebrate the day properly, try to imitate Shatner. Get together with some friends and make videos of imitations you can post on social media. Who knows, your act might go viral!

Read up about his career: Shatner has an extensive career with roles that are big and small. Read up on all his work to learn how he eventually gained such a mass following. His life is an inspiration, especially for aspiring actors.

5 Interesting Facts About William Shatner

Money earned: Shatner is the richest actor in the “Star Trek” franchise.

T.V. appearance: Shatner appeared in the series “The Twilight Zone.”

The first interracial kiss in 1968: Shatner was a part of one of the first interracial kisses on television in “Star Trek.”

Shatner starred with his daughters: In the 1966 “Star Trek” episode ‘Miri,’ the actor's daughters starred with him.

A gift from NASA: NASA engineers presented Shatner with a replica of the Enterprise.

Why We Love Talk Like William Shatner Day

It reminds us of Shatner’s body of work: The day reminds us of all the fantastic and groundbreaking projects Shatner was a part of. He has become unforgettable due to his unique roles in popular series.

It appreciates his talent: The special day appreciates the talent of Shatner by displaying him as an icon who gave performances that were unique and inspirational. In addition, such days spread positivity amongst the acting community.

It is a tribute to Shatner: Though there are hundreds of great actors in the country, few have a distinctive style. Shatner is one of them. The day is a tribute to all the great projects he was a part of and the roles he performed.

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[ask-captain-anya]

Dear Captain Anya,

I send this message with some hesitance, as I understand you are going through a lot emotionally, and it sounds like physically, too. I hope I’m not overstepping or bringing forth unnecessary stress.

Last spring, I learned that a friend of mine experienced sexual assault by another one of our mutual friends. She ended up distancing herself from the friend group after the fact. For months, we had no idea what had happened. We didn’t understand why she disappeared. It was clear from social media that she was having a hard time. When this news broke… it’s hard to describe the feeling.

Please listen to this when I tell it to you: you deserve support. Even if you made mistakes. Even if the person who victimized you was close with other people in your bubble, don’t hesitate to accept tour loved-ones presence. None of this is your fault. You did not ruin anything. That… “man” did. We all heal together. That’s the only way.

I cannot begin to fathom the extent of what you’ve been through. I hope you and your nurse are recovering well. I’m glad you both have each other.

If you read nothing else in this message, read this: you are not alone, and you are loved.

I wish you nothing but healing and joy from this point forward. It will be okay.

— J

... I have support.

I didn't know it at first, but I do. I am forever grateful for..

I'm sorry, I'm trying to keep my voice clear but

Fuck.

Fuck!

Okay.. Um.. Sorry, I don't want to rerecord this message. I hope your friend knows she's loved. I don't know her, but she has my full support.

This world is too big not to love a stranger.