#well I did also get desperate and say that Id do anything so. This is fair game

[tubbytarchia]

If I send vote receipts showing I voted for smallidarity and not boat boys will I get an amoeba etho doodle? (/nf I just love ur art <3)

No no I believe you. but What the fuck is this thing

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[sunbaby01]

Sweeter than usual

Conrad Fisher x reader

“I’ll take care of this guys” Conrad flashed his fake ID around the car ignoring Jeremiah’s baffled “with that?” and the giggles coming from Belly and Emmy in the backseat.

It only took 5 minutes of then staring at the store in silence before Conrad came out the store empty handed.

“Oh, no. What, ID didn’t work Mr Herbertson?” Jeremiah leaned out the window mockingly at Conrad before winking at Belly who was also leaning out of her window too.

“Fuck off. At least I have one” Conrad drawled, raising his middle finger to emphasise his words. Emmy tried to ignore the way his attitude sent chills down her spine, really she did. Honest.

“What?” Jeremiah scoffed moving out the car, “listen, it’s cause I don’t need one all right? Jumper and I are tight, we’re like bros. C’mon how hard could it be?” He shut the door behind him flashing a smirk at them all ‘watch and learn’ he mouthed.

Famous last words.

“Watch and learn my ass” Emmy snorted.

“Awww look at that face” Conrad teased and Belly laughed at the pair.

“So, what? Do you want to, like, pay someone to in and buy it for us or…?” Jere started.

“Try a different store? Hop a few towns over where they don’t know us as well?” Conrad finished.

Belly and Emmy looked at one another in the back seat, communicating with their eyes. The long years of being best friends allowed that sort of thing. Emmy lifted a brow first as if to say ‘you’re up’

Belly sighed “Yeah, I just don’t think that anyone is gonna buy your Guam ID”

“I mean who even chooses Guam-“ Emmy leant forward resting her chin on Conrad’s seat.

“I’d love to hear your plan Belly. And don’t even get me started Emmeline. I don’t see either of you heading to the store” Conrad turned to make eye contact with Emmy holding her gaze.

“Why don’t I just go in and ask?” Belly said confidently. Too confidently.

“That’s not gonna work” Conrad disagreed, Jeremiah nodded along. “It won’t”

“Okay” Belly shrugged and got out the car.

“Yeah I didn’t think that was her plan” Emmy sighed and rubbed her hand over her face and in Belly’s defence, inside the store she’d been the closest to success and yet still left empty handed.

“Well now what?” Jere asked the four once again.

“Emmy…” Belly started.

“No” the girl stopped her.

“But look at your outfit you could so do it. And, you’ve done it before-“ she contributed

“Leave the clothes out of it Belly. And yeah I’ve done it. At home with friends. In desperate times, not here in cousins”

The boys looked at one another in confusion before Belly caught Conrad’s eye lifting a brow the boy immediately understanding what she needed.

“C’mon Emmy this is a desperate time” he begged her, looking at her in the way he reserved for her, feeling a grin pull at his lips when she rolled her eyes and let out a groan.

“Conrad Fisher, you fucking owe me,” she pointed to the eldest boy.

“Anything you want” he allowed himself to smile at her flushed cheeks, “so what’s actually happening?” he looked back to his brother when both girls stepped out the car, the siblings rushing to follow them. When Conrad rounded the back of the car his eyes widened slightly. Emmy’s denim skirt been undone and rolled down at the waistband and her halter top adjusted to show more cleavage. Well, shit. She’d already looked hot but this? This was too much.

“Hey…uh maybe we should just drive a town over after all?” He tried to remain cool rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes flickering down at the girl.

“It’ll be the same there,” she sighed, “who did you say was working today?” She asked Jere groaning once again when he reminded her it was Jumper.

“Fuck” she mumbled, ignoring Belly’s whoop and Jeremiah’s whistle as she walked towards the store emphasising her hips as she did so. She couldn’t, however, ignore Conrad’s eyes burning into her.

“Maybe we should go get her?” Conrad tapped his foot, gaze not breaking from the store door.

“Connie it’s been like 2 minutes” Jere smacked his back moving to wrap his arms around Belly.

“Two minute too fucking long” he huffed, looking at the sky.

“Better open the trunk boys!” Her voice called out and he snapped his gaze back down seeing her grin as she walked towards them. Jumper may as well have been hypnotised the way he was following her and looking at her. Conrad clenched his jaw.

“Don’t get pulled over and god if you do? I’ll claim you stole in on my shift. I’ll see you tonight?” Jumper turned his attention to Emmy and ran his eyes over her one more time not noticing her noncommittal nod before heading back to work.

“What?” She asked Conrad who just stared blankly. “Half cherry, half coke” she shrugged and held out the cups to Jere and Belly who smiled in thanks already sipping them and heading to the car. She then pulled out the lolly from her pocket quickly ridding the wrapper and placing the candy in her mouth.

“Nothing for me?” Conrad questioned lifting the final crate of alcohol into the trunk and closing it.

“You hate slushys say they’re too sugary..” she trailed off as he stepped closer to her.

“I still like sweet things” he corrected her, reaching forward and pulled her hand holding the sucker towards his mouth.

“Mmm” he moaned slightly, “sweeter than usual” Conrad smirked, heading back towards the drivers seat.

Well, fuck.

[psuedosugu]

thinking about suguru with a siren reader…

notes: this has been in my drafts for a hot hot minute and i hope yall see my vision also i made a discord server that you guys should join 😊

- the job of a siren was a simple one. sing your melody, entrance the captain just enough so that they would crash the ship, and done.

you never felt any guilt for what you did. these men were trespassers, after all, littering and casting their nets in your sea. sometimes you wonder how one could be so inconsiderate.

one particular night, the sea swirled around you, your only source of light being the stars twinkling and the fire that had started on the now crashed ship, impaled by a sharp rock. men jumped off of the slowly sinking wreck, soon drowning in the harsh, cold water. you watched from a distance, with a sense of pride in your chest—

and then you spotted something. or someone, for that matter. he was young, couldn’t be older than 20, with long dark hair. you weren’t exactly sure of what about him caught your eye so fast, but you were enthralled.

you swam closer to the burning ship, desperate to get a closer look. he had a look of terror in his eyes, debating on whether to jump or not. as the fire spread more and more, he realized he had no choice, bracing himself and leaping into the dark mass of water.

you freeze, unsure of what to do. you’re supposed to leave him alone, to let him face his watery grave. he brought it onto himself, anyways, and direct interaction with humans is forbidden in the pod, lest you be captured and their cover blown, but….

you sigh, swimming to where the nearly unconscious man bobbed above and below the water and propelling to the nearest land available, a remote island just a few miles away. once you arrive, you plop him exhaustedly onto the sand.

“hello? hellooooo? are you dead? i hope you’re not dead, that means i dragged you out here for nothing. helloooo??” suguru wakes up to the sound of your voice and the feeling of your damp hand lightly slapping him on the cheek.

he’s…..relaxed at first. your voice was like a symphony, a contrast with your harsh words. it made him feel so warm…

and then he remembered. crash. fire. sinking. and the deep, dark cold.

he sits up with such fervor that you flinch, shifting slightly away. “where…what- what happened? they’re- they’re all dead, aren’t they? oh god- oh god, oh god, oh god oh god oh god-“ he mutters under his voice, hyperventilating. you sit there, indifferent to his panic.

“um….are you…okay?” you asked. he darts his eyes towards you. you were beautiful, with looks that were almost hypnotic. hen his eyes darted down to your tail, shiny and greenish. he shifted back, not completely sure if he was hallucinating or not.

“…what- what are you?” he stammered out with wide eyes. you shrug. “you know, i was more expecting a ‘thank you for saving my life,’ but thats a fine enough reaction, i guess,” you said matter-of-factly, with a somewhat amused smirk on your face.

“no- i, i need to get back, i-“ you eye him. “well, there isn’t much land close to over here sooo…id say your chances of being rescued are pretty slim.” you shrug. his eyes are wide, not believing what was happening. this was a dream. this was a dream and he would wake up any minute now, right? but the sand underneath him, and the soft breeze hitting his face felt all too real.

“….well?” you frowned, folding your arms. “you gonna do anything other than looking shellshocked?” humans are boring, you realized. you two sat there in uncomfortable silence for a few more seconds before you turned around to leave. the pod would start looking for you soon, after all, but then—

“wait!” you paused at the mans voice. “don’t go yet.”

“….why?”

he hesitated. “how does that….thing work?” he asked, pointing to your tail. you shrugged in response, “same as a fish, id suppose.”

“what’s your name?”

“[name]. yours?”

“suguru.”

—and then marked the start of a strange routine. you’d sneak out to go visit suguru when you could. he fed on wild fruits and berries, keeping himself alive. sometimes you’d bring him some food yourself.

you liked how he reacted to things. he was unique, a new specimen for you to observe, and as the almost complete isolation started to drive him mad, you turned into the anchor he clung on.

[thewayhavenchronicle]

N Sewell's Big Secret - A Theory

So, I've been replaying N's route lately and an epiphany came to me last night when I was playing the end of Book 3.

It's in Book 2 I believe that you can ask Nate if he's ever killed someone while talking to him about how old he is. He frowns for a minute and says, "Not with my own hands, no."

Weird, right? After what we see in the mirror at the carnival, when he says he got turned at sea, it's clear that the image in the mirror was of that time right after he got turned. He's covered in blood, surrounded by bodies while wearing a British Royal Navy uniform.

Originally, since Falk declared N Not Guilty, I assumed that perhaps N had come to terms with the reaction they had to being a newly turned vampire. I thought maybe they'd lost control and slaughtered the men of the ship, or perhaps they'd been attacked and defended themself. A sort of Jekyll + Hyde situation where N doesn't consider their frenzied state to be truly Them.

BOOK 3 SPOILERS AHEAD

And then we get into Book 3, and it's really clear that N has not been to therapy enough to not blame themself if they'd killed that many people. They're overprotective and selfless to the point of self sacrifice for the slightest inconvenience and they blame themself for any little inconvenience that befalls MC. Clearly, they are not well-adjusted enough to separate something that happened in desperation and fear from who they truly are.

This put me on the back foot, trying to figure out what that could mean. If you are dating N, they tell you about their brother, M*lton, who was killed by vampires. They tell you about joining the Navy to seek revenge or to at least find out what happened to their brother. Makes sense.

The moment that made my theory CLICK in my head happens at the end of the book, if you ignore Rebecca's idea and go alone to the auction.

So, you get captured and the auctioneer person tries to sell you off for your blood. Just like the other 3 routes, N will come to rescue you at the auction, and they have a brief spat with someone in the audience who tries to outbid them.

[ID included on screenshot.]

This moment I originally thought was a pheromone thing. It doesn't seem like just a threat, as Nate seems visibly shaken and weakened by whatever it is he did. Also, the strange way the supernatural responds seems to suggest some kind of influence.

And then it hit me --- "Not with my own hands, no."

N's power is some kind of mind control / suggestion ability.

They never killed anyone with their own hands because they told the pirates / vampires to kill each other or kill themselves.

The theme of control comes up several times in N's route. N prides themself on being very in control of their body and their emotions, keeps their wants hidden and their true feelings locked firmly away beyond anything that is pleasant or kind. It makes me wonder if, aside from being able to influence people on command, if they can accidentally influence people when they get too emotional.

I also think it might require touch to really make the power work. They constantly keep their hands in their pockets and, while this is a normal enough idle motion, the fact that they touched the supernatural here and often put their hands in their pockets / withdraw touch when having a disagreement with someone suggests it might have something to do with it.

The amount of trust that UB must have in N when they have a power like that is enormous. It also sheds new light on the arguments that N and A often get into, as it seems that if N really wanted to, they could get their way every time via this weird power.

It also sheds new light on Rebecca's concern for N and MC. The assumption that MC is immune to this ability is there, but there's always the chance that they aren't, and Rebecca being worried about N forcing MC into doing things via suggestion seems to be very real.

It also makes me wonder if N has ever tested out whether their suggestion works on MC, or if they've thought about it with something small. Makes me wonder if we are entirely immune or if there's going to be some caveat like with M and their pheromones causing MC pain.

EITHER WAY, I feel like I figured it out. I'm losing my mind with the implications of it all.

[istherewifiinhell]

scheduled hopefully for appropriate insanity causing hours

304 cant believe everyone in gin.tama just lives like this. the. speech convictions dramatic childhood flashbacks promises lifestyle. not just for main characters i guess (is this guy the shogun.....)

yay yay yippppppe the guys. yay ayay yippeee flashbacks. DONT DIE.

kaaaaaaruga. always suspected. if i understood her more id be obsessed. Confirmed. 2 second in pulling that. i was waiting for ur weakness bullshit. BEAT UP UR OLDER BROTHER. (<- comma. gay? ) kagura born on this planet.... half a second of taka.gin grappling could sustain me for a life time (gin puts his hands on him to throw him) hey fellas i know this is the Sword Penis show but have u considered going at it meg.op. style. for me?

omg baby flashback leftest infighting. sugi ur not the most oppressed person in the world u know. well u would say that scholarship baby zura. diddddddd they shape each others ideologies like that. where they reading theory together as shitty little kids -> well prob not this show but lets indulge

oh right gin former. ghost eating thing. showing up to the school yard beef with a real sword.

HI SHOU.YOU. HI. his little pogchamps

loveeee how they do the blood in this show looks like velvet, alll dark shimmery. also the editing. wooooo.

bushido speech. this shit is cool actually. also leon.ardo the ninja turtle would love it (03)

zura giving him fooooood oh no. little. verbal redirects of kindness transparency

NOOOO SUGI beats gin for the first time clip NO NONO SUGI LAUGHING SLOW MO CLIP (already tearing up)

ahhhh the position of the school and the attitudes of the backgrounder kids actually very affecting and interesting isnt it.... shou.youuuuuuuu the man(thing) that u are....

ep. 305

theeeeee babies. the babies.... the babiest guys. so so charmedddd by them charmeddd again by how. unexpected? maybe. sugi and zura stick together.... the remainers..... kidtoki why are uuuu such a perfectly cromulent. thing. little. video game character ass look. perfect. shitty cool affect. wanna pinch his little cheeks 10/10 letting this kid be the leader of the playground gang.

shou.youuuuuu shou.youuuuuu. such a. believably. man with his complexities but hes being around children so (friendly voice) 'thats right. what do you think' sooooo. yeah immediately believes 100 thousand percent he means everything he says so truly yeah i probably would get. horrible weird trauma give the givens too

THROW THE SWORDS AWAY YAYYYYYY. flashback. ohhhhhhh sugi. i little. weird bitch (said in. desperate scrambling fondness. i love the things that are wrong with him)

gin boots are so hot...

SOMEONE INTIMATE TO CUT AND CURSE!!!!!!! ohhhhh babes (what could i possible say abt it that hasnt been said) well i hope they fuck themselves to death about it

fightscene styles gt vs tf <- place holder i left for myself. that will be extricated to a diff post.

gin scrambling in the blood and dirt under all the promises he has given his loved one. YES BABE. thats exactly what ur supposed to be going

ohhhhhh godddddddd the fucking beheading scene back to back from both of their perspectives oh jesus fuck oh hell. im going to. cut and curse at someone else. i guess. THANKS HIM. THANKS HIM FOR IT. (crying) cool. thats normal. i feel normal about the man (shou.you)(gin)

what the fuck. oboro real? thats fucked up. THATS WHO TAKES THE EYE? (knew this techincally) WHO THE FUCK IS OBORO. (am seeing him) why is he a grown ass man i thought he was a kicked dog of a boy.

SUGI. SUGI YOU DUMB BITCH (loves him)(loves intractable positions)(loves the emotional incommunicability of reality)(loves an emotional confliction you can never resolve and just have to die about) he did it to save u fucking losers. cause his fucking teacher dad man asked him too. and thanked him for the service. ohhhhh u miserable fucks

why did you SAVE US. say it like that. damn.

oh youd do anything. youd kill shou.you. youd kill sugi himself. just to save the student your teacher loved. okay. okay. jesus. so you are the same. so your exactly the same person. your saying things that dont even make sense youve both lost any plane of reality cause you cant separate the things youve lost from the things you have. the very people youve saved are now reflected in those youve lost and youll both kill them to keep them alive. okay. no yeah thats fine cool lol.

(i guess sugis version would technically be said in reverse, you cant separate what youve have from what youve lost and the very person you lost are reflect in the one who saved you. and to keep him alive (crying gin.toki) youd kill him)

and MOST IMPORTANTLY. because you are the same person. you see yourself in him and him in yourself and u cant figure out where you end and he begins and your diametric opposed mirror reflection goals that lead you to taking. the exact same actions. okay. lol. OKAY. lol.

WHO THE FUCK IS OBORO. GET OUT OF HERE FREAK. i was talking.

id alt. im always saying this. or even just. Why is Oboro.

ep 306

heyyyyyy kagura! hiiiiii. youre not dead yay! hi. older brother. youre still here.

squints ohhhh these are. the cops? mayo man and. is this the other canonical gay sex haver or. (only has the normalest of second hand knowledge)

'if im just gonna end up as fertilizer anyway, i dont care if my path there is paved by roses or thorns.' damn dude. get out of the fucking. whatever ur in. and go become a metal music lyricist. what the fuck

oh shin.pachi. ur in this show.

googling. cant figure it out. whoever this green zombie bitch is sounds familiar. wish he had a name or smth.

damn there really is space in this show huh. thats crazy thats crazy. planet of the big hats vs planet of. umbrellas? anyone wanna watch space military anime.....

shogun 'i will protect the country were my friends live' what kagura said abt the planet. 'and to fulfill that goal, you'll even endure the deaths of your friends here?' gestures at the shou.you trolley problem. wow. that is tidy. good job recursive gin.tama

why do you grip that broken sword. you killed your teacher. you battled your friend. - my enemy is right here. WEVE NEVER CHANGED. weve all been fighting our own selves. ill stop him. even if it means having to kill him. but im also the one who understands how he feels better than anyone else

ohhhhhh gin. tama. ohhhhh gin. toki. i love u. i love u so much for just. saying insane thesis shit. like. yeah! YEAH OKAY! yeah thats. making out sloppy style with the narrative theming <- what do i mean by that.

be it killing him or protecting him. their both my job (gets so hard i pass out)

gin: says the most homoerotic twisted identity shit ive ever heard in my life that rests solely on. how unextractable gin. and sugi both are from each other due to. their love of shou.you. and thus. reflectionally. each other. oboro: his students are burning with hatred. <- IS HE STUPID?

and second question. upon reflection, looking at this grown ass man thing. do we have a classic ninja turtles adult beefing with teenagers situation. please tell me yes i will roast this man to shit.

(sugi also say gay twisted identity shit) [impact image font] we are. we are going to beat you to death.

[ending bumper comedy thing] u cannot deny their commitment to the bittism. need this shit for my annoying nitpick continuity fandoms. yeah no it was cause he pooped his pants. he shitted and farted.

[reorientation]

okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.

[gojot-t]

also 👉👈

can i make another order for being locked together with kageyama? (again, its completely all right if not!)

id love to have “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” for the topping

(im sorry for all the bothering, you dont have to do these if you dont want to)

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

kageyama + being locked together + “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

cw/tags: tanaka and noya being questionable wingmans, gn!neutral reader and making out :o

If someone said to you 30 min ago that you would be locked together in the small, small broom room with Kageyama, you would laugh in their faces. But it seems that life has a funny way of working because that's the exact situation you find yourself in.

See, you're not some kind of genius or clairvoyant to know why things happen, but if Noya and Tanaka’s malicious laugh that you managed to hear before a body was basically thrown against yours and everything went dark would serve as a clue, then you think you have an idea.

“Hm… S-so...” Oh yes. The main problem at the moment. For more than one reason, actually.

"Don't worry, Kageyama-san. I'm sure that someone sooner or later will get us out of here... hahah... I hope…” It's not like you thought this was the worst situation in the world, on the contrary, you slept imagining your dear freshman, who you may or may not have a crush on, doing the famous kabedon on you at least three nights, the only difference is that well... not in the tiny broom closet.

Oh, here's another hint as to why this may happe- “S-Senpai... Please stop moving so much.."

“Ah! Sorry, Kageyama-san!” You try to make your body more upright, but you only end up headbutting his chin. “S-Sorry!!" You squirm even more, and his hand, which was on the side of your head, moves to squeeze your waist. You don't know if this is the heaven's blessing or punishing you.

“Ahg… Senpai!” He kind of made a weird sound now... When you look at him, the sliver of light passing through the door illuminates his face so red that you worry. Ignoring how handsome he looks at this angle, you focus on desperately cursing the two idiots who put you in this situation in the first place. If before you thought he hated you, now you are sure.

You've never been close to the youngest, even though he's never left your mind since he saved you from getting hit in the face in front of the entire volleyball team, you're sure he doesn't feel the same. Every time you tried to talk to him about something, he would just stare at you with a red face before walking away.

It must be because of your feelings, he probably feels uncomfortable being around you. You were sure you're discreet, but apparently it was pretty obvious, if even the two goofballs found out even though you never talked to them about it.

"Sorry, Kageyama-san... You must be hating this.”

“E-Eh? No! Ah- I mean, no… I just never did this before…” He takes a deep breath and looks at you before continuing to speak. "Look, I have been trying to tell you this… That… I really-”

“It’s fine, Kageyama-san, I get it. You hate me, right? It's totally fine, you don't have to force yourself to-”

“W-what?? No! Just listen to me a bit-”

“It's okay! Really! Totally fine and-”

You're interrupted by him holding your face firmly in his hands, eyes looking so serious and desperate that you don't have the courage to say anything else. Wait... His face has always been so close to yours?!

“I've been trying to tell you this…” His lips whisper just above yours, eyes fixed on you as if asking for permission. There's only a second of silence where neither of you move before your lips meet his at the same time.

Like a moment of epiphany, your body seems to fly and the only thing holding you to the ground is his hands on your body. Even if the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. His hand on your face moves back to your waist and hugs you closer to him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and end up accidentally biting his lip slightly. “Ahg, Senpai…”

“Tobio..." You only pull away when you're completely out of breath. You stare at each other for a moment with wide eyes before kissing again. The movements that were once desperate and frantic are now slow and steady, trying to hold on to every second of the moment.

You part with his lips and move to his neck, giving it a light kiss before lightly grazing your teeth against the skin there.

“Tobio… Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

You knew that when you got home, you would scream into your pillow thinking about where you got the courage to do this, but at the moment, your mind could only think about him, his lips, his touch.

Your lips suck at the skin just enough to form a shy red, and your tongue soothes the irritated skin when you pull away.

When you lift your face to kiss him again, the door is suddenly opened.

“RIGHT!! the two lovebirds had their time~ ARGHH! What is this vulgar scene?!?!! Noya-san, close your eyes!!”

You really feel like killing these two.

a/n: don't worry anon, you could never bother! actually, I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it was my first time writing a kissing scene. I hope I did well. I hope you liked it! ♡ btw, im working on your tsukishima order too^^

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

[spidermanifested]

❤️💙💖🏳️‍🌈 for FMA. Lay those unpopular opinions on me

oh im feasting today thank you so much

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

see. just by VOLUME id say probably mustang? because he has so MUCH fan content out there and so much of it makes him either a suave cool seductive sexyman or a tragic wet beast whos never done anything wrong. so percentagewise i think itd be hard to compete

However. if we're going in terms of whose personality ive seen get just absolutely mangled to the worst degree. and i think thats whats being asked here. Pppppprobably hohenheim or scar. scar because of racism. and hohenheim because nobody knows how to be normal about a well intentioned fuckup of a parent so instead he has to be literally the devil i guess

oh ling also gets done super dirty as well. people forget that his Airheaded Entitled Royalty act is in fact an act, BUT at the end of the day hes still fifteen years old so he can still be a little dumb and reckless despite being great at strategizing. these layers are apparently incomprehensible to those who want to flatten him into "goofy fun sunshine boy" or "thats basically a grown man right"

id mention the way the women and girls of the series get treated but honestly they either seem to get ignored, Hashtag Girlboss Queen'd and THEN ignored, or made into romantic set dressing for the guys. which is unfortunately too par for the course as far as fandoms go for me to have any kind of novel commentary on it. Sucks Out Here

wiat theres another one but i dont know if im allowed to say it. im scared

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

mustang again

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

HONESTLY???? just going off how my posts on the subject were received im going to have to say its "maes hughes was really conservative and kind of sucked". people did not like that one

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

hmmmmmmmmmmm. trying to rack my brain thinking of one. honestly there isnt really any character im immediately compelled to point at and go CISHET even if i dont like them because im a big enough person to admit that my fellow lgbts can be pieces of shit too. i am not a fan of olivier armstrong but shes definitely a lesbian and roy mustang is bi and deep in the closet and him and hughes had Something going on in boot camp #diversitywin #loveloses

maybe jean havoc. i know some people ship him with mustang, i have nothing against this demographic, however my personal read on havoc is just a larry butz type individual who at most tried to "go gay" out of desperation one time but found out it doesnt really work like that

[armorabs]

I will admit, I never did watched Avatar before but I have seen Nick's many crossover games.

I do have to wonder though, how exactly do you believe Zuko and SpongeBob will get along well? Considering that they're like Fire/Water (which I am somehow interest in)? 👀

honestly - you should watch atla sometime! i know the fandom can be insufferable at times, but it really is a well-written and heartfelt story with complex themes while still being fun to watch and appropriate for children. its never been like a major fixation for me but i do really like the characters a lot and the world building is fun

anyways - well it certainly depends on where zuko is in his character development because the thing about zuko is that he's not even a bad person or anything just a deeply traumatized child who is incredibly desperate because of his circumstances so he's often angry and grumpy and lashes out a lot... so in books 1 and 2 he does come across as someone who could never get along with someone like spongebob. but consistently from the beginning he is truly a largely empathetic and compassionate person who is just often oblivious and impulsive! which is how he got into his situation in the first place. he starts to calm down toward the end of book 2 and by book 3, imho, it becomes very apparent that... honestly? zuko has a lot more in common with, like, spongebob, than squidward for example. he's socially awkward. he's eager to please. he's geeky. he loves the arts and dramatic stories. he's passionate. he wants to do what he thinks is right, always! its just that he initially has a skewed sense of what is right and wrong.

so like a book 1 or 2 zuko would likely be as receptive to spongebob as he is to his dear uncle iroh, but since you can tell where he is in terms of development based on his hairstyle and nicktoons mlb uses the hairstyle he has toward the end of book 2 and the majority of book 3 id say he'd be a lot more amenable and at peace - so zuko would be receptive to spongebob's... spongebobiness, you know. aang and sokka are two of his best friends by the end of the series so he has a degree of tolerance and even fondness for energetic goofy weirdos. and while spongebob is also often oblivious and socially awkward and excitable, he's also compassionate and caring in ways i think zuko would appreciate. and theyre both geeks so i think spongebob would show zuko his comic books and itd ROCK his world. plus theyre both martial artists so they could spar for funnn

[kaistrashbin]

Of course I'm doing good, I get to talk to you after all <3

But! I have a question for you :)

What's your favorite thing about Donna?

-Valentines anon

Daaayummm, that was a good line LOL got me there XDD

Favorite thing about Donna though! That's a very good question, I really can't pick because I deeply love all of her and think every aspect of Donna ties together wonderfully to create a very interesting character that just appeals more to me personally. Though, if I have to answer, I'd say that it's her personality! Sure, most of it comes from fan interpretation BUT, I just love it as well as that the mainly softer and more timid self she mainly shows (and ofc along with the darker, unhinged, etc. side 💕) feels more natural for her because of her in-game behavior. To me at least!!

More in depth under the cut!

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Before we get into this, everything down here is written from my memory of RE8 and Resident Lover. Just in case anything is a bit inaccurate or incorrect

We can't forget that in-game she was the impressive mastermind of a terrifying labrynth, and the hallucinations she used to mess with Ethan's mind to draw him further into the "game" were very interesting as well as scary. I've heard from others, and I myself agree that Donna's house is the scariest part of RE8. She herself may appear to be a very timid, mysterious and grief-stricken woman but she is very smart (Miranda's notes of her being "mentally underdeveloped" are likely due to things like mental illnesses she may have, or if she is neurodivergent. We don't know because it doesn't say but clearly she can be a very capable individual, even if she wasn't to Miranda's standards...which were really just trying to get as close to "perfection" as possible. Not even Miranda's more "favored" children were good enough for her true purpose. Just good pawns and fodder). It's clear she knew what she was doing and regardless of why (whether it's because she wanted to toy with Ethan or simply out of desperation to follow orders and either keep him there or kill him), she was definitely creative, calculated, and targeted deeply personal things about Ethan (that being his wife Mia and him being a father).

But just looking at her and reading up on her (as well as listening to her only voice line- which I'm still sad about), you can see she's very mysterious and reserved. Angie is quite literally the most "personality" anyone sees in comparison to what Donna brings. I love that it leaves so much room for you to mess around with things but also that through so little you can really see a lot at the same time.

The fan game Resident Lover especially had me falling in love with Donna lmfaoo. She's just so sweet and shy and jumpy. <3 But then you can clearly see multiple times that she's not some helpless thing. She can and will take charge and be serious (and even dangerous/frightening) when she needs to (this is also shown in other routes). And then when her and MC get together, she's just constantly showering them in love and affection and id be lying if I said I didn't absolutely adore that XDDD I think Resident Lover did a good job of making Donna feel like well...Donna! While also adding to her.

Honestly I like most interpretations of Donna, especially when they incorporate all those different aspects. 😄😄

[astranite]

Close Call

Earth and Sky, angst, hurt/comfort and some ending fluff! 3723 words.

Might recognise some of the beginning from wip Wednesday! I finished it!

@idontknowreallywhy If this was a book it would absolutely be dedicated to you at this point. :)

Warnings because its better to be too thorough than not thorough enough? (feedback welcome, Id like to get better at these) -minor off screen character death, avalanche and mum fanon, injury to Scott, some medical stuff, needles, Bereznik allusions, ptsd, I think you'll need tissues.

But happy ending and hugs! Also crying and forehead touches.

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Virgil was waiting for him when Scott returned to Thunderbird Two. 

He crunched his way through freezing snow, kicking drifts up with his boots, shivering in spite of his well insulated uniform. He had eyes only for his brother. Virgil, standing there with his broad shoulders hunched, arms hugged across his chest. 

Scott broke into a jog. 

He stumbled on the last step, usual surefootedness fled in his exhaustion. He would have fallen, slipping on icy metal, if Virgil hadn’t run down the ramp to reach him sooner. As it was, he crashed into Virgil hard.

Virgil wrapped Scott in a bear hug, tight enough to nearly knock the breath out of him. Caught him, held him. Scott clung on. He dug his fingers under the back of Virgil’s green baldric. 

Their helmets met with a thunk. What would have been a press of foreheads was a collision hard enough to rattle his teeth. Scott was face to face with his brother. He had to face wide brown eyes, worried, centimetres away through visor glass.

“What did you think you were doing?” Virgil growled, “You idiot.”

“People needed rescuing. I did what I had to.” Scott couldn’t stop himself from going over after them. 

Virgil shook him, roughly, gently, Scott didn't care. As long as Virgil didn't let him go.

He had to.

“Scott.”

“I had to.” 

The way Virgil’s expression crumpled made him grimace, even as he took comfort in the way his brother was warm and solid, practically holding him up.

Scott turned his head away from Virgil as much as he could, staring down at the glaring white snow.

“I’m fine,” he muttered. 

He ignored his thumping heart and throbbing shoulder. He barely registered them, his breath coming in fast pants. Between mum’s death and dad’s disappearance, maybe he’d forgotten how to say anything else.

Virgil’s voice was far too gentle. “They were already gone. John scoured every inch of this mountain for life signs.”

Scott flinched, hard, then pressed his helmet against Virgil’s shoulder. 

Green and blue filled his field of vision, anything better than white, white, white, red. Snow, delicate crystaline flakes, spattered with droplets of scarlet blood.

Just because he couldn't hide his trembling from Virgil, didn't mean he had to make a show of it. Scott was better than this. He had to be. Someone needed to be able to hold his family together, and the only person left to do it was him. He was the eldest, no one else was left.

He had to stay strong for his brothers. He couldn’t break.

He raised his head and stood up straight. He squared shoulders, even as a pained hiss escaped between his teeth. 

He walked up Two’s ramp, all stubbornness and pride. All stupid desperation.

But Virgil still followed him.

Even as he stood in the middle of Two’s module, at a loss for what to do, he could feel Virgil’s presence, hovering. 

Scott swayed, taking all of his willpower to remain upright. His left hand drifted to support his right arm without his imput into it, to take the weight off his abused shoulder, 

At least Alpine Recovery had taken the body bags. So he didn’t have to see them again except in dreams.

Didn't have to see her, as a frozen image overlaid from years ago. Mum.

His brother’s voice, usual soft baritone overlaid with an edge, snapped him out of it.

“Scotty. Med bed. Now.”

Scott obeyed. His limbs just followed through Virgil’s command without any conscious thought.

He still ended up in his usual position of perched on the side of the bed, ready for flight at any moment. Ended up staring at Two’s metal flooring, had Virgil turned the heat up? Certainly felt like it, the excess snow he’d carried in on his uniform was melting into dark droplets on the metal. 

But he was still shivering.

Virgil was already flashing the med scanner over him. Scott blinked at the sudden amber light. Virgil’s jaw was set, harsh lines furrowed between his brows.

“I have to take a look at your shoulder.” 

“No.” 

“Scott.”

“It’s fine,” he said firmly, in spite of through clattering teeth.

Virgil’s eyebrows descended like storm clouds. “Then let me see it to prove that.”

Scott wasn't sure why he was stopping Virgil. It wasn't that bad. He’d had worse than the spiking, flaring pain radiating from the joint. 

“Fine.”

He began the process of taking off the top part of his suit. Frozen fingers fumbled at the zipper. He managed to get his good arm out, all the while glaring at Virgil. 

As soon as he tried to take the other out, the pain flared. His vision whited out, worse than in a blizzard’s storm. He gasped, like a punch to the gut. 

When the blurry floor of Two came back into focus, Scott made another move to try to get the suit off, before Virgil gripping his good wrist stopped him.

“I’ll get the scissors, that’ll be easier,” Virgil said in his quiet, firm medic’s tone.

“No, I can do this.” He couldn't fail at anything else.

Virgil’s breath hissed from his nose. “Either I help or you let me get the scissors.”

No. He could do this. But his brother’s warm fingers were better than having cold blades near where it hurt. Too many memories sparked that way.

Scott shifted his body the tiniest bit closer to Virgil. He could trust Virgil, he reminded himself. 

By the time Scott’s upper body was free from the skin-tight blue material, he was soaked in sweat and panting heavily. Virgil had uttered a thousand apologies. 

He didn't argue when Virgil cut away his undershirt. Virgil was so careful to gently pull the fabric away, the metal never touched him once. 

Scott couldn't look at his shoulder now it was bare. Virgil’s fingers brushed it and he shuddered. Something there was… wrong. 

“It’s definitely dislocated. You need painkillers before I can set this,” Virgil said.

It hurt, badly, but Scott hated the whole process, the fuzzyness that came with meds. How they forced his guard down.

“Just give me a couple of ibuprofen,” he countered. 

Virgil’s voice rose in a crescendo, “You need more than bloody ibuprofen!” 

Scott ducked his chin to his chest, wincing. He’d worried Virgil enough.

“Just anything I can swallow then.”

Virgil frowned. 

“Please.” 

Scott knew some of his fear showed through, no matter how he tried to stop it. 

He couldn't handle a needle slipping into his skin and muscles and veins, right now. Or that cold feeling of something being injected. Not even the near painless autoinjectors they kept around, fitted with the tiniest pediatric needles. Not even in his brother’s gentle hands. Not with the track mark scars running up his arms from that place.

Virgil stepped over to the medication cabinet, jaw set and lips pressed together, but he didn't protest.

He handed Scott a cup with what he recognised as the strongest meds they had in tablet form. Scott swallowed them dry before Virgil had a chance to get him water.

“I need a couple of x-rays while those kick in. Okay?” 

Scott nodded. The exhaustion was fast pulling him down.

Virgil positioned the portable x-ray machine over him, and took them. Scott let his eyes slide half shut, just watching through the slits when he couldn't bring himself let the dark engulf him completely.

As Virgil read through the results projection, he mumbled, “You’re lucky nothing’s broken,” to himself.

Him, lucky? Scott’s luck extended only to not ending up in a body bag every time he should have. Every time everyone else did. 

“What happened there?” Virgil said louder and more definitively. 

Scott flinched before his brain caught up, that Virgil was asking about his shoulder, not there.

“Grapple cable as I went off the cliff,” he admitted. He didn't have the energy to lie. “Further than I thought. I— I didn't look. Just had to get down there.”

“Again?!” Virgil exclaimed, “That thing is meant to be clipped to your harness not held in your fucking hand!” 

“I know. But I saw someone. And they were moving.”

“But they weren’t still, by the time you got there? No matter how fast you went.” A flat statement, not a guess.

Scott bit his lip, hard and nodded. Virgil got it. He’d been on rescues like this too. When all the pain was for nothing.

The silence stretched out between them. Scott could only hear his and Virgil’s breathing against the hum of Two’s heaters. Outside, the snow muffled everything.

Virgil cracked it gently. “The meds will have had enough time by now and the scans look okay.”

Scott knew what he was asking. It would hurt still. “Just do it.”

Virgil set his shoulder as Scott stared straight ahead. He didn't make a sound. Couldn't close his eyes. Just tried to breathe through it as best he could, even as each was fast and shallow.

When Virgil pulled away to reach for the supplies to strap his arm up, Scott curled into a ball, arm tucked against his chest. The pain tore at him through the muffled curtain of the medication, like a landscape through a sheet of snow fall, half visible, half not.

It took all the strength he had to let go for long enough for Virgil to check his shoulder over and immoblilise it with a sling. He still held the other over it protectively, even as his left was strapped against his chest and he couldn't move it.

His shoulder hurt less, but he was still shivering.

He refused the icepack Virgil tentatively offered him, but took the anti-inflammatory meds. 

“The soft tissue damage is going to keep you out for weeks,” Virgil stated, softly as he could but it still hit Scott like a blow.

More work for his siblings. And they were already snowed under. It was his fault.

“You can’t keep going like this,” Virgil pleaded.

“I have to.”

“I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore. Breaking yourself down against unyielding cliffs, over and over.” Virgil’s voice broke.

“I have to.” He had everything to live up to, with all he failed. 

Virgil turned away, dashing his hands across his eyes. Scott’s heart clenched.

“I do it because I can’t not.” He had to make Virgil understand this part, somehow. “Everyone needs me. They needed me down there. Dad needed me. Mum did too.” 

Virgil spun back to him, tears streaming openly down his face. 

“Those aren't your fault! They never were. You’re doing your best but that was outside of your control.”

Scott swallowed hard.

Virgil kept going, “It still matters you tried, it always does. But you can’t tear yourself apart in the process.”

Scott clenched his jaw against every bitter word he could say against that. He tried, but it all still ended this way.

Virgil’s voice was rough with sobs. “We need you because you’re Scott, not because you’re a hero.”

Scott threw himself at Virgil.

Virgil caught him, like he always did, like he had for both their entire lives.

Reflex tears welled up in the corners of Scott’s eyes. 

From the pain of jarring his shoulder in the collision.

Because he was all exhaustion and hurt. 

All his stubborn desperation was worn threadbare, too thin to keep out the cold. 

He was shivering. But Virgil was warm.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Virgil’s voice rumbled through his body, drowning out the rest.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” 

Scott leant into him. But he still mumbled into Virgil’s uniform, “I can’t just give up.”

Gently, ever so gently, Virgil’s arms tightened around him, holding him closer.

“Needing to rest isn't giving up. Being human isn’t giving up.”

Scott shook his head. “I can’t. I have to—”

Virgil took Scott’s head in his hands, tilting it up to look at him. Scott sucked in a shaky breath. 

“You don't. I’m here for you. We all are.”

Brown eyes caught his. Brown eyes filled with tears, utterly unmovable in their conviction.

“You’re not alone in this,” Virgil said, “Never will be. You don’t have to tackle the world on your own anymore. Lean on us, we can take the weight.”

“I don't think I remember how to do that,” Scott whispered.

“Then we’ll figure it out together.” 

Virgil swiped his thumbs across Scott’s cheeks. Scott hadn’t even noticed the moisture that had gathered here.

He’d been too exhausted to cry before. As if the cold numbness from the snow had gotten into his bones and frozen there. All the pain in his past had only taught him to hide it, to never give in and let them know they’d won. Too many lessons learnt there. 

And fear, fear was something his brothers were never allowed to see. He had to be strong for them, had to be brave. Because no one else was going to stand between his little brothers to protect them from the world. 

But no one was there to protect him.

But Virgil was here now. 

Of course it was Virgil showing him another way. 

Scott could lean on him before he broke. Somehow he’d forgotten a fundamental core of how the world worked. 

Virgil had his back.

All his brothers had his back.

He just had to let them in.

Scott leant forward and pressed his forehead against Virgil’s, pouring all the love and fear he had into the simple gesture. 

Virgil’s hand found the nape of his neck easily, pulling him closer. 

Scott had to shut his eyes against the tears. More tears.

From all the grief finally catching up to him. From the pain. From the terror that had frozen him before the mission, before he leapt from One, before he leapt from the cliff, falling gracelessly until the wrench of his shoulder when the grapple caught him. 

Because he didn't have to do this alone anymore.

Maybe the running in the dark, running, running, pushing himself desperately further when he thought he couldn’t go on, maybe that didn’t have to be his every day. His whole life.

Hope was crushing. But Virgil wiped the tears as they ran down his face, with calloused fingers slightly rough and completely gentle. Even when all Scott was was the jagged scars he’d had for years now. It was his brothers who taught him he was more than that.

Virgil had always been Scott’s rock, the wall for him to break against, to catch him when he falls, the strength and sense when he fails. He trusted Virgil’s judgement more than his own sometimes. 

He trusted him now.

Virgil was warm and solid, forehead still pressed against Scott’s. Their tears mixed and fell away. They cried together; Scott could feel Virgil shaking. He was shaking too, but neither of them had to hide it. 

They’d weather out the storm, survive the blizzard because they’d make it through this together.

The edge of Virgil’s sash dug into Scott’s chest, but nothing could force him to let go. Not when Virgil was clinging to him too, the hand wiping the tears away moving to an arm wrapped around him when the tears flowed too thick and fast. Not when he could hear the way Virgil’s breaths caught with every sob, raw and torn. 

Scott found Virgil’s side with his still working arm even with his eyes shut, then tucked it around Virgil, rubbing at his brother’s broad back soothingly. 

He’d scared Virgil. Badly. Virgil had been angry too, emotions warring in low piercing words, a clenched jaw and soft brown eyes made sharp beneath thunderous dark brows. What it took to push past the terror. Virgil was the most even tempered of them all. Scott knew for sure he’d gone off the edge, figuratively and literally this time. It hadn’t been fine. He hadn’t been fine.

But Virgil caught him in the after. Scott clawed his way back to him for Virgil to pick up the pieces, the dance a familiar routine by now. After everything.

This was what Scott needed. Not more mountains to climb, or the frigid air flowing past him, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he jumped. But his brother, holding him close. To be able to hold onto him too. No more running for what was sliding from his grip. Virgil was here, right now. Scott didn’t have to anymore. 

They could work the rest out later. Minutes passed by, as their hearts beat more steadily, the air growing warmer from Two’s heaters, the Thunderbird sheltering them from the outside. 

She wasn't Scott’s own, but Virgil big green ‘bird held some of the same reassurance in her cahelium frame. The Thunderbirds were as different as their two pilots but, like them, were made of the same stuff.

Scott opened his eyes when both of their breathing was deep and even, while they leaned heavily on each other.

No longer so lost blue eyes found vulnerable brown eyes. Scott was close enough to see how tears clung to Virgil’s lashes. His face was red and puffy, and Scott knew his own couldn't be any better. 

“Virge.”

“Scotty,” Virgil rasped out.

“We’ll be okay, right?” Scott had to ask, because of the ever present threat of icy fear trying to drag him back.

“Yeah. Always.”

Scott swallowed and gently knocked his head against Virgil’s in place of finding the words. 

“Love you.” There were words after all, easy ones, frequently said.

“Love you too,” Virgil replied, lips tilting up at the edges.

Warmth filled up the places the cold had been. Scott realised his shivering had stopped a while ago. 

When Virgil pulled away, he didn’t go far. Just an arms length reach, to get Scott in view to check him over. Still the medic, and who was the smotherhen in the family, really? Right now, Scott didn't even mind the fussing. 

It meant Virgil stayed close. 

And letting Virgil help seemed to calm him too. The need to look out for each other was a family trait, and letting them in was something Scott could do that would help, he realised.

Virgil momentarily turned his back to rummage through the storage lockers.

Scott watched him across the module room, so he saw how Virgil’s fingers tightened in the red flannel of the shirt he held.

“You’ve been pushing for months, Scott,” Virgil blurted out, “Late nights, early mornings, longer and longer rescues.” 

“I didn't think you noticed,” Scott admitted. 

Virgil sucked in a pained breath, “I didn't think you’d let me in. And I was helpless to stop you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. But at least now we can fix it. Together.”

“Together.”

Scott took the shirt from Virgil, briefly gripping his hand. He let Virgil help him settle it around his shoulders and negotiate the sling.

The flannel was soft and comfortably too large. Very plaid and very Virgil. There were clothes of his own stored away in Two’s lockers, Scott knew, but Virgil had chosen to give him something of his own. He buried his nose in the collar. It even smelt like his brother, of paint, engine oil, coffee and Virgil.

Their well worn silence was comfortable too, as Virgil also changed out of his uniform. It settled around them and filled Two up, letting Scott’s aching body sink into the med bed’s pillows.

Fastidious Virgil dropped his sash and harness in a pile on the floor, on top of his fallen over boots. So he could get back to Scott sooner. The near unthinking gesture struck Scott deep. 

 “We’d better call John,” Virgil eventually said, standing close again, wearing his own flannel, “Let him know how we’re going before he worries himself sick and works out how to get here himself.”

Scott wouldn't put it past John. He’d cross the earth for his siblings; John would cross the skies from the stars. 

He nodded. “I want to go home,” he said softly

“Let’s go home.” Virgil’s words overlapped his.

Home. To the island, to their family.

Virgil glanced toward the cockpit, but instead tapped on his communicator. 

John responded immediately to Virgil’s hail, voice drawn out thin. “Thunderbird Two.” 

“John, I need you to remote pilot Two out of here.”

John’s hologram looked around, catching on Scott on the med bed.

“He’s okay. We’ll be okay,” Virgil reassured.

John acknowledged everything with a quiet, relieved, “FAB.”

By the time Virgil grabbed a pile of blankets and made it back to the med bed with Scott, Thunderbird Two’s VTOL engines had begun their warm up rumble.

Scott knew Virgil hated allowing anyone else pilot his ‘bird, especially remotely, as much as he did. But he was letting it happen, for Scott. To be with Scott.

They were going home. As far away from falling snow as they could get. 

Exhaustion and warmth were making his head fuzzy.

Scott moved with Virgil as he wrapped blankets around him. He ended up covered in one in his favourite shade of sky blue.

Blinking tiredly, slowly, Scott twisted around to see as Virgil settled himself behind him.

Virgil smiled fondly at him and patted his chest, “Lean on me.” 

So Scott did. He let himself lean on Virgil, let Virgil take his weight. 

Virgil tucked his arms around him securely, careful of his shoulder, as Two shifted into flight. Scott snuggled closer, lulled by the rise and fall of Virgil’s breaths. By the hand finding its way into his hair.

Stroking his hair when he was sick or hurt had been Mum’s thing, until it became his brothers’ thing. Virgil’s gentle fingers were as familiar as hers. Sleep crept in, as quiet as footsteps and a door opening just to check in on him.

Scott curled up against his brother, eyes gently closing, surrounded by warmth and love.

John watched over his two closest brothers from the comms as he and EOS remote piloted One and Two. Both were asleep now.

He’d make sure they got home safe. 

In the mean time, he’d let them rest. He kept a screen open, just to see they were okay, until Scott and Virgil were back on Tracy Island and he could take the elevator down to be with them himself.

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - The Returnee Household

Allies

The first thing Blair wanted to do was get a warmer jacket. So she went to her house, picked out something suitable from the many clothes provided and went back outside. She walked slowly along a path that was supposed to lead to the beach. But there was no beach anymore. Instead, there was a steep cliff that made access to the sea impossible. "This is so… sad."

Her thoughts wandered to the time when everything was still fine, the time before the city was destroyed. She loved working in the office at the police station. When she wasn't working, she enjoyed spending time with friends. And many of them died in the disaster. The beach was always a popular meeting place in summer. Blair stayed for quite a while and looked into the distance.

While Blair prefers to enjoy the silence, Cyclone has already arrived in the gym and runs into familiar faces that are barely recognizable. "Wait a minute, young Cy Sword?"/ "You recognized me, hello, Mister Bunch? You've lost weight"/ "haha, yes. Oh man, I didn't want to believe it at first when they told us you were back and now you're standing in front of me.". Cy noticed that Jack even seemed relieved to see him.

"it's really good to have you back, Cy. I don't think there's a cleverer head than yours"/ "hnhn, don't say that, there are other clever people out there too. But I've put my head to good use here by now. Has anything unusual happened at home this morning?". Jack thought for a moment. "Oh, yes! My daughter said she got a text message on her cell phone from an anonymous sender who…" Jack noticed that Cyclone's smile was widening. "Wait… do you have something to do with this?"/ "hnhn".

Jack couldn't believe it, but it wasn't a complete surprise that Cy, of all people, would manage to restore some things. "How did you manage that?". Cy looked around to see if there wasn't someone behind them who might be eavesdropping. "Everything was blocked here, by a jammer"/ "I knew it!"/ "shssh, quiet! I was able to paralyze the thing. And I now know everyone's ID, and don't worry, I'm not a snoop. only selected people have access"/ "Even the Altos?". Cy heard a slightly desperate undertone in his voice. He could well imagine that many people had become suspicious of the Altos by now. "No, of course not".

Jack was almost a little overwhelmed and gave him a big hug. "Man, you're really something, Cyclone. As a former member of the military, I'm not supposed to approve of this, but… unbelievable"/ "yeah, I know. But this information shouldn't necessarily get through to them"/ "but there's no way to avoid them noticing…"/ "yes, I know. But we have to try to use this privilege with the Internet for as long as possible".

"Do me a favor…". He handed Jack a small piece of paper. "This is the list of those who have access. Talk to them and tell them not to use the computers in public, or the cell phones, just At home. ."/ "My daughter has a habit of leaving her cell phone plugged in all the time. She only noticed it by accident. Thanks, Cy, I'll pass it on".

Cyclone knew which people he could and couldn't trust here. And Jack was definitely one of the good ones. He had hoped to meet others, but it was already getting dark and most of them were in their own four walls. So he also made his way back home, thinking about what to do next.

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[effervescentdragon]

Bestie i was thinking of and hot take to disagree about but it's difficult we usually agree on literally everything!! I cannot come up with anything hahahahhaha. So i'll try to stay generic. If i exclude Lewis and Nando to me the strongest drivers are in this order:

Charles

Max

Lando

Yuki (he desperately needs a chance nobody wants to give, it's frustrating)

George/Carlos equally

About oscar.... Well, for sure i expected something more.... Idk how to define it tbh

That said idk, do you agree or not? Hahahahha

Ana i fucking adore you this is SUCH a good ask! Okay okay i think i see what you mean and i do agree to some extent, however not with it all!

Id put max above charles on account that he still has 3 wdcs, however charles has never driven a reliable car at the same time max did. So i think two of them are more evenly matched because of max's experience in a reliable and unreliable cars both, plus i think you become more certain in yourself after you win. I dk think charles is the only guy who can actually challenge max, which i am hoping happens soon, so charlie boy's generational talent doesnt flicker away into nothingness.

Now. As for the rest. I agree with lando actually, out of the british ot3 aka 2019 rookies id say lando has the most chance to win a wdc. HOWEVER. idk what these long years in mclaren have done to him. Lando drives more instinctively imo, and has more raw talent, but george is really, really good at calculations. I think georgie might end up being better than lando if he just learned how not to fuck up the moments when he lets instinct overtake. Idk if that makes sense. Idk if this will make sense but to me, lando drives kinda like.lewis drove at the beginning and george drives like nico did. Ifs just the vibes i get from them, and its not a 1:1 comparison at all, but thats the closest i can come to explaining what i mean with a similar case.

Yuki is the only guy that deserves a no.1 red bull seat out of their whole lineup (excludong max obvs) and their whole academy. I will die on this hill and idgaf who says what. I used deserve on purpose (hehe) because i think he is the only one who has the determination, the talent, and the je-ne-sais-quoi (its the bastard. the bastard gene) to be rbrs no. 1 driver. I will gladly fight anyone who disagrees. He also needs a more reliable car to prove that and when he gets it, imma be decked out in proper rb merch w tsunoda on my back :)

Carlos... see, the thing is. He is good. He is really, really good. Reliable too. But i just genuinely dont believe hes wdc material. Not when hes going against max and charles and hell, even lando and george. Thats the tragic part for me. Hes been told his whole life hes good, and he really is, but.. these guys are just better. I hope he can prove me wrong, i hope its just a series of bad decisions to drive for "bad" teams, but idk. Lets see what he does in the future.

As for oscar.. im excited to see what he will do. He is INSANELY good, ive watched him in f2 and caught some f3 highlights too, and genuinely if it wasnt for lando's primary position in mclaren, i think oscar will still, despite that, give him a run for his money. Bcs i think he can only improve for here bcs from what ive seen... oh boy. Genuinely. Oooooh boy. I am super excited to see if he lives up to his potential. I think that might be what youre missing w oscar, this like, fight for being the 1st driver. Which i think isnt possible w how tightly lando is entwined w mclaren. Maybe? Idk.

So id accelt your sorting grid actually, because all of my adjustments are based on the best performance of all the boys. But there is some room for shuffling there. In the end i did agree w you. Damn. We did it again 🙈💜

[chicknparm]

So uh. TW death, and all that.

Today I stood beside my grandmother, one of the women who raised me, the woman who took me in after my mom died, and I held her head, and stroked her hair, and looked into her eyes as she breathed her last breath. I was the last thing she ever saw.

People always talk about dying “old, peaceful, and surrounded by loved ones” as the ideal way to go, and I’m sure people will describe her death that way to make themselves feel better. Mostly the people who weren’t actually there, because nobody who sat in that room with her and held her hand would describe that process as peaceful. It was hell. She was in agony. Most of what she was able to say was just “oh god,” “please,” and “I want to get out of here.” When the drugs were enough to soothe her pain, but hadn’t yet robbed her of her lucidity, she was able to respond to questions, tell us she loved us, make requests (the last thing she ever asked for was a cup of cold, whole milk). She was still there. She’d always been there.

Id watched her physically deteriorate over the last 10+ years; she lost weight, lost hair, lost the ability to breathe without an oxygen tank, and to keep her dentures in. But her mind never deteriorated. She’d joke about “senior moments” when she’d forget a name or her mind would blank on something, but realistically that didn’t happen to her anymore than it happens to anyone else. If anything, it was a similar enough joke to when we say “homophobia strikes again” anytime something inconvenience us. She never actually forgot anybody, she called and sent cards for everyone’s birthdays, and trust me there were birthdays on almost every day of the calendar. She did her crosswords and watched Jeopardy and played Trivial Pursuit. She was There. And I think she was still There in the end. And that made it so much worse.

It seems like a special kind of hell to suffer through the end of your life, completely disconnected from yourself, your memories, the life you lived. I think it’s another, more understandable and relatable and therefore terrifying hell to be dying in extreme pain, but unable to physically form words despite your best efforts. Unable to effectively communicate with your loved ones. Everyone in the room wishes they could take your pain away, but everyone also knows they can’t. Everyone in the room knows what’s going on but we can’t say it. Well, we don’t say it. It’s only the dying person who truly can’t.

She smiled when her son made a joke, responded in kind when we said we loved her. She asked for milk. So when all she could do was moan and make noises, and we’d ask her if she needed meds, if she was in pain, and she’d shake her head, I’m inclined to believe that she knew what she was doing. Have you ever seen someone cry, without physically being able to make tears, or move their body, or even make more than an “ahhhh” sound? I think that’s what was happening. She knew we loved her, and she loved us, but as things went on it’s obvious to me that she was scared. She wasn’t ready to leave. She wanted to live. She didn’t go peacefully, she want gasping, desperately looking at us, I’m sure wishing we could grab her and pull her out of this and help her breathe, help her live. But we couldn’t. All we could do was stand there and hold her and kiss her forehead and tell her we love her and are proud of her and grateful for her. But it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t save her. She was in agony, agony she was fully aware of, until she died while desperately fighting against her body, trying to live. It was not peaceful, or beautiful, or profound. It was hell. And the only people who will try and frame it as the former are the ones who were too selfish and cowardly to be there to bear witness.

My grandmother was one of eleven children. So she had 10 siblings, and therefore more nieces and nephews and grand nieces and grand nephews than one could count. She loved so many people, and touched so many lives, but the only people there at the end were me, my father, and his girlfriend. One of her sisters was there the day before, but she left shortly after she and my dad gave the consent to move to pain management care as she “transitioned.” That sister went home but continued to check in. One of her grand-nephews, an 8 year old boy, called my phone last night so that I could hold it up to her so he could tell his great aunt that he loved her. That was it. That was the only contact we had with her massive family while she died. Her sister that she was closest with, who drove her to appointments, who played cards at her appointment, who went to lunch with her all the time? She was nowhere to be found. She had to go out of town to another great-niece’s graduation (I’m telling you, there’s a lot of them). The first sister I told you about was also planning to go that. But she canceled those plans, because her fucking sister was dying. If anybody deserved to be surrounded by family it was her. I had to take a greyhound bus to come see her but I didn’t question for a second whether or not I should. I heard she was doing bad, and I left, and I was determined to stay by her side until she didn’t need me anymore, one way or another, consequences be damned. Because she would’ve done the same thing. Maybe I’m the weird one and my perspective is skewed by the frankly insane degree of toughness, and principles, that the women who raised me showed. If I was suffering like that, there’s not a chance she would’ve left my side. It seems like that doesn’t matter to most people, but it matters to me.

Anyway sorry for dumping this on your dash. I’m guessing most of the people reading this, especially reading to the end, are the people in my discord server so you already know What Happened, but I needed to fully vent, and also you understand there are people in that chat who knew this woman personally, and I don’t want to force these details onto them. Also my therapist wants me to journal more, so at least by writing this I’ll have something to show her on Monday. Idk how to end this. This sucks.