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dreammfyre · 2 months ago

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too sweet ⊹ ࣪ ˖ frank langdon

SUMMARY. You knew Langdon from the time you started your internship at The Pittsburgh. You knew that a working relationship with him was not going to be easy, he was self-centered and had a fixation with pointing out your mistakes until understood that’s his way of teaching. Frank wanted you be the best and let everyone know that he was responsible for making you the star. You didn't know what you were thinking when thought it was a love relationship, it had been years before the connection went beyond work. But it wasn't easy to deal with his unpredictable personality, until you got to see his vulnerable side.

WARNINGS. fluff and soft!langdon. frank x f!resident.

There were days and days in ER. None like the previous one, that was the reason why you chose that specialty, how unpredictable it was, to wake up and have no idea what the fuck could happen. A constant adrenaline rush that wouldn't let rest for a single minute and made you feel alive, in no other specialty were you going to experience living minute by minute not knowing what was about to walk through that door. You loved this place, more than once it ended you and your peace of mind, but for some reason you ended up coming back every day because knew your place was there, and couldn't visualize yourself anywhere else.

ER was something beautiful, unpredictable and destructive.

If you could relate one person to that site, without a doubt the only name that would come to mind is Frank Langdon. Every word you use to describe your work fits him. Unpredictable, amazing, even exhausting.

Your relationship had ups and downs, you both knew it was going to be that way because your personalities clashed even before the first kiss. They both wanted to be right, that was a big problem, however, sex is amazing, it made feel unique among all the people around you. You could say a lot of good things about your boyfriend, he was attentive, intelligent, come on, a fucking genius, he loved you and every day reminded you of that. He has the best memory, remembered every detail about you even when yourself forgot the things you said without thinking.

"You look beautiful in that scrub. Hey, guys have you seen how hot she’s?"

"Frank, what the hell we're working." You replied as pulled on your gloves. An unconscious patient with weak vitals had arrived, but he always had the pep to blurt out comments like that.

"Just telling the truth." He raised his arms, adjusting his gown.

"Right now?" You put on glasses.

"Oh, please, don't fight now." Cassie McKay thought aloud praying to heaven not to deal with the two of you.

"We're not fighting, Doctor McKay." You said injecting an antibiotic.

"I'm not going to apologize." Langdon excused himself.

"I don't need your apology." You said as checked the patient's mouth finding dry mucous and cyanosis around his lips. With your flashlight illuminated his throat, it was closed and that explained the low saturation. "I'm going to intubate."

"I'll assist you."

You nodded immediately, trusted no one but Frank. He passed the instruments following your orders, correcting if necessary even though you had mastered the technique. Langdon was a third year resident about to finish his specialty while this was your second year of residency. However, he looked at you with admiration and attention, your movements seemed fluid although in your head everything was calculated not to make a mistake, Frank really loved that about you, you were the most studious person he knew because were willing to give everything to save a stranger.

"Perfect." He complimented.

"Thank you." You smiled contentedly. Your locks stuck to your face from sweat and your skin glistened under the white lights. "See how efficient you are when you shut up for a while, Dr. Langdon?" took off your gloves and threw them in the trash can.

The door to the room opened, it was Doctor Robby who poked his body out without entering so as not to contaminate the space.

"Road accident in three minutes. I need one of you." He said analyzing their faces, until he pointed his finger at you. "You, come on."

You couldn't refuse or question the boss's order so you took off your implements to get out of there. The patient was stable so there wasn't much else to do but administer medications, test results and wait for a progress. McKay and Langdon were left in charge.

"She's a genius, isn't she?" He smiled as proudly boyfriend.

"I'd tell you that you're too much in love and not thinking with your head, but you're right." Cassie replied sighing as she stitched up the wound on her arm.

"Oh, come on. You know I always have." That mocking, self-centered tone everyone was used to hearing from her. It came so naturally to him that no one knew if he meant it or if it was sarcasm.

"I still don't understand why he noticed you in the first place."

The shift flew by. Hours and hours attending patients, administering medications, receiving results, routine consultations, rounds, evolutions, more medications. The occasional accident. But that had been your perspective, it was a quiet shift that you knew how to handle. There were only a couple of hours left to go home to rest, eat a hamburger that you wanted to buy so badly, you wanted to ask Langdon if he wanted to go to your apartment to spend the night with you or if he preferred to stay at home, but for some reason you couldn't find him anywhere.

You watched the screen above the nurse's station in search of your next case. You put your hands in your pockets and perused the inpatients without finding anything but vomiting and stomach pains. Kind of boring really.

"Come on, Dana. Tell me you have something exciting to me." You leaned against the counter pouting.

The charge nurse looked at you with a smile, she loved seeing you with such enthusiasm, she had never told you but she was glad to work with you.

"Don't you think that's enough variety we have to offer?" she joked with you, you snorted. "Headache, stomach ache and vomiting. Specialty of the house."

"I have energy for something else." You jumped a couple of times in place making her laugh.

Dana leaned on the table imitating your posture, you approached her excitedly, she seemed to be about to tell you a secret by the way she looked around before talking to you so that only you could hear. She lowered her voice to tell you.

"He's not a patient, but I'm sure you can help him."

Frank Langdon's day had been a complete crapshoot. There was no other way to put it, and the worst part was that it wasn't over yet.

He was leaning against one of the ambulances playing with a bracelet you had given him a few days ago, one of your recent hobbies was making bracelets by hand, that was the second attempt which in your own words was complete crap, but Frank insisted it was good work. You told him that if he thought it was pretty he could use it, you never imagined he would.

"Do you still have it?" your voice was a big bucket of cold water. I didn't want you to see him that way, so dull from what you were used to seeing from him.

He lifted his shoulders trying to smile.

"It’s pretty."

"Of course not." You stood in front of him looking at your creation with disgust and disdain. "I can do you one better."

Langdon denied.

"I prefer this one." He pocketed it. "What are you doing here?"

"I haven't seen you for hours, they told me they saw you leave."

"You should go back inside. It's cold and I don't want you to get sick, you become unbearable."

A weak laugh came out of you, the worst part was that it was true, only Frank had enough patience for you to attend to you. Though deep down you felt Frank wasn't being himself, he wouldn't hold your gaze and his voice was serious, straining to hold a conversation with you. He would sigh in moments of silence and play with his hands as he said vague things to you.

"Dana told me what happened." You confessed gaining Frank’s attention completely. His yes widened in surprise not knowing what to tell you about it, his head still processing it. "It's not your fault. You know that."

Langdon looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, ending the day shift, the noise of cars passing by on the street could be heard in the background. He hated this kind of situation, when you came to comfort him by repeating cliché phrases that he also told you when you had a hard day. You knew you meant well, he was just… tired.

"Don't worry."

"Of course I'm going to worry about you." You took his hands between yours. "You can talk to me, I want to listen to you. Frank, things get to you and you don't ignore them, it's not good."

You were right, shit, of course you were. It was his way, keeping everything to himself because it wasn't impossible for him to open up that part of him. It wasn't the first time he had to take a breath before the shift was over, he hated doing that because it meant he couldn't take the pressure anymore. There are just times when he wished he knew the key to never see any person die again, surely all the doctors wished the same thing, a spell that would save every life, cure every disease, something that would take the pain away from the families.

He sighed deeply.

"It sucks sometimes." It was the only thing he could bring himself to say.

"I know."

"He was a kid." He confessed finally getting a weight off his chest, it felt strange to externalize it, but your soft gaze gave him the confidence he needed to converse. "I did everything I could, I know, but I wonder if I should have tried a little harder. I don't know." He ran a hand through his messy wet hair. "Insist."

You swallowed saliva but it felt like a ball of fire burning your throat as it passed. Yes, you loved your job, you wouldn't trade it for the tranquility of dermatology or the constant uncertainty of cardiology, you respected all the specialties, but you were in love with the ER. One thing Robby had told you on the first day of your internship at Pittsburgh was that sooner or later this job would end up breaking your heart, and that you were going to see suffering even in those you loved. He was right, what he didn't warn you about was how bad it felt to see frustration in the eyes of the one you love.

"Do you think you didn't try everything?" your question was direct, almost an interrogation. "Did you do everything you could?"

Langdon looked at you for a few seconds, nodded yes. You stretched the silence as the wind chilled your face. Unexpectedly Frank took a step towards you without saying anything, he rested his cheek on your shoulder wrapping his arms around your waist, you felt him pulling your body closer and you didn't put up any resistance. You took one of your hands to his back and the other to his messy hair, leaving small caresses while he closed his eyes, he was really taking refuge in you, you had become his safe place and where he wanted to return every day, you had not left him alone when everyone turned their back on him and from there he knew he was in love with you. You transmitted to him the peace he was constantly looking for, but you also gave him joy, headaches, a bit of anger when they argued. You were all the intensity he was looking for in perfect balance with the silence, you were that look he was looking for on the other side of the room, you became that person he seeks to make uncomfortable with his jokes because he liked it when you got mad at him. He loved knowing you were going to be there at the end of the day and into the night.

"I love you, you know that, don't you?" He babbled like a little boy. Squeezing you a little tighter against his chest hoping you would never part from him. You just didn't think about what he was saying and let it out.

You smiled, for real this time. Hearing those words from him knowing how hard it was for him to express himself was a gesture you appreciated, more than that, it made your heart beat fast.

"I love you." You repeated with sincerity in your voice, a phrase you had been holding back from long ago that you dared not say for fear of not being reciprocated. Damn, you were in love with him ever since he stole your first kiss and passed it off as an accident, but you couldn't deny that a relationship with him was the closest thing to walking on a tightrope where the risk of falling was imminent.

You couldn't see it, but you were sure Frank was grinning like a fool too.

"I have to go back inside." You said taking his face in your hands, standing on the tip of your toes to reach his lips and leave a short kiss with little taste for both of you. Your rosy cheeks was a detail he didn't overlook, he loved making you blush because it wasn't a simple thing to do. "It's time to make rounds."

With all the regret in the world he had to let you go, feeling your absence from the moment you parted and the cold hit his body. He didn't know what you had done to him but you had him walking behind you much more animated.

"Hey, doctor, are you single?" He asked with his hands in his pockets following in your footsteps. You rolled your eyes and bit your inner cheek to keep from laughing.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." You turned around with raised eyebrows walking backwards. "And he's the hottest doctor in the hospital."

He accepted the compliment pretending to be surprised, you turned your back to him and Frank immediately hurried to walk beside you, he put his arm around your shoulders keeping you close.

"I thought we didn't accept compliments at work." He frowned.

You escaped his grip with a cynical smile on your lips.

"We don't." You moved closer to his face being careful not to graze even a millimeter of his face. "Because you don't want to know everything I think when I see you."

You went straight to the nursing desk to look for a case to attend. It was the ER, it was never going to be empty, you walked around trying to hide the love-struck smile on your face.

"I hope it's nothing bad!" Langdon exclaimed letting you go.

"You'd love to know." You replied before disappearing from his field of vision.

Dr. Robby walked past you with a tablet in his hands reading a file on the screen. He was concentrating walking until he passed you.

"You two. No romance at work."

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feminine-obedient-alexandra · 10 months ago

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First Times

For a long time, i didn't understand what Men find hot about this. A girl licking a toilet or other non-sexual but icky things. But nowadays i know that it isn't about sex, it is about dignity. A normal person wouldn't lick the toilet, but a dirty whore would. That means by licking the toilet the girl admits to being a dirty whore. She shows that she has no boundaries, that she will do anything for him. Often it does not even matter what it is she does, as long as she does it because he wants it (and would never do it without him demanding it). And the more repulsive the action is, the more turned on the Man gets.

By debasing ourselves, by lowering ourselves to toilet licking whores, we can attract male attention. Every girl can look pretty in a dress, it is not that difficult. And while it is also not technically difficult to lick a toilet, most girls get stopped by their pride and dignity. Only by being able to overcome those burdens, we can show Men that we are worth their time. We can show them that we don't act inside the normal morals, that we are not like all the other girls, we are better, more fun. Of course, toilet licking is here just an example, not every Man will be into this particular action, but what they are into is into pushing the boundaries of what is considered "normal".

In that sense, it is kind of a test. A test if we are ready to submit or if our pride and dignity have ruined us. When it comes to sex Men have a very dirty and creative mind. There will always be new things that they invent. Just look at the porn industry. One would assume that by now every kind of porn has already been shot but yet the industry is booming with more and more videos coming out each day. Men don't want to let their sex life get stale, they need new things. So while it might have been enough to show some ankle 150 years ago, today Men need more. They need dirty sluts. They need us to throw away the "morals" of society and go the extra mile. Where it once has been showing some ankle, then maybe some knee and now we are in a time where clean-shaven pubic hair and anal sex is expected.

It won't stop. It will keep going. Men will need more and more, we can't just sit back and relax on the basis that we once licked a toilet. No, Men need more and need it repeated. You cannot do things for the first time twice. Once you degraded yourself in a certain way, you can repeat it but you can never make happen for the first time again. With each repeat, it will get easier and more normal. That is why morals shift - there will always be people on the edge of what is "normal" and push the boundaries a little further. And after a while, it is not seen as weird anymore and a new normal gets created.

So keep in mind that with every degrading action, with every defiance of your pride and with every renouncing of your dignity, you shift what's normal a little bit further. And every first you give your Man just ingrains you in his brain. A Man will not remember the 10th blowjob he got, but he sure as hell still knows everything about the first time he came into a girl's mouth. Do your research and check the porn sites for new stuff. Look at what is trending, those are the videos Men are watching. Watching something is the first step. After they have seen plenty of it, they will want to experience it. So prepare by watching the same videos and get used to the ideas in porn. Over time even the most degrading actions can appear normal to us, use this to your advantage and always be one step ahead :)

Of course, this does not mean that this is all Men want. Men want a variety of things, they are quite complex beings. But porn, sex, and degradation go hand in hand. Every Man is influenced by them to some extent. Some more and some less. But it never hurts to dismantle any pride you might feel. Pride never helped anyone, it is poisonous. With dignity it is the same. No girl ever got her prince charming because she was the most dignified. No Man ever had an orgasm from respecting a girl.

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missmarveledsblog · 11 months ago

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A kind of sex education part 2 (platonic cas x winchesters x reader)

Summary : after the whole porn ordeal , castiel finds tumblr and the world of fanfiction has him asking more curious questions which the residents of the bunker are not so happy to answer .

warnings : mentions of smutty fics , cas being the curious baby in a trench coat we love .

After the whole angel porn ordeal , they were more careful with what cas was watching not wanting history to repeat itself . Like monitoring a toddler on an iPad. Especially given that y/n wouldn't come out of her room for days not wanting to look any of them bar sam in the eyes . Dean even limited his teasing when it came to the subject . Today he was luckily out while cas was on laptop , Sam and Y/N were looking over some incoming cases seeing which needed to be handled first .

" interesting this is very interesting " the angel spoke making them look over both slightly relieved not see or hear an explicit image on the laptop.

" I've been on a interesting site that led me to many other over the last couple of days " he spoke up .

" what was that buddy" she smiled over. Their joy short lived when he uttered the next few sentences out of his mouth .

" tumblr that led me to all these other sites , did you know there is fanfiction of us like the play we seen except it's classed as what they call smut " he looked up at the two .

" why didn't I go on the supply run , why am I here when he finds this shit " she cursed up at the ceiling .

" could be nothing " sam offered a weak smile .

" did you know most popular is Dean x y/n fiction seems as though you are most shipped although there are some of Dean and sam with you too " he mused .

" but I could be wrong" sam winced taking the laptop off of cas completely .

" how do you find these things " he asked looking through the tabs .

" I'm very pop culture savvy now " cas said proudly .

" what the hell man why are you reading all these " sam groaned wanting burning his eyes out seeing an explicitly wrong image of Dean and himself (no to wincest) . " you are actually popular with them Y/n " sam mused .

" that's after that stupid ghost hunting website and chuck " she grumbled wondering where she was going to start her new life.

" hey there's even some with you and cas " he chuckled.

" Alaska or maybe Australia would be better it further Away " she mused .

" wow these are extremely detailed " sam continued .

" would you call Dean daddy , the stories seem to think you would " cas asked .

" what the hell did I walk into " the man in question walked into the room .

" my resignation " she mumbled hiding her head in her arms.

" destiel is another popular one " sam chuckled.

" cas found smutty fanfictions " she looked up to see the clueless expression on Dean's face.

" they suggest that Y/n is a sub and you are a Dom " the angel stated.

" wanna see if they're right sweetheart " Dean winked .

" wanna kill me cause I can't be dealing with this" she countered wondering if she could also legally change her name.

" why are they so descriptive on the parts , have they seen them" cas sat looking between the three .

" the way Dean sleeps around they probably seen his " she reasoned.

" they also suggest you like..." .

" do not even finish that one" she growled .

"so many kinks cas did you google all these" sam asked eyes widening at the search history.

" i was looking at chucks book and comments said to check out the tumblr versions " he said looking confused to what he did wrong. " they forgot to add that birthmark just below your tits " he added matter of factly .

" when did you see her ... what he got to see i didn't" dean turned to Y/n , who honestly rather be stuck with Crowley for eternity than this .

" he walked in while i was getting dressed and it not a birthmark it's a scar from a battle with an old favourite bra "she could feel her cheeks redder than they've been so far . "i'm going to my room to pack for my new life in australia" she stormed out her room .

" she's kidding right?" dean asked looking to the mean .

" you should dom her and make her stay , they said she responds to good girl" cas explained .

" i wonder if she would let me come with her " sam mused walking out after her.

another awkward dinner bobby was almost afraid to ask. Although dean was smiling more than the others.

" cas read fanfiction , pornographic fan fiction " dean explained .

" i've also read some theories too, like bobby is Y/N Dad and not her uncle" cas smiled making bobby choke on his water.

" their theories cas they're not right ... right? " she laughed but stopped when she notice bobby expression or how he would barel look at her.

" i mean it's a possibility " he mused truthfully making her jaw drop

" great more daddy issue not like the place is drowning in them with these two " she pinched the bridge of her nose and point at sam and dean.

" so the theories of dean being her soulmate are true " cas asked.

" probably " dean shrugged winking at her .

" why did i ever come here, sam wanna move to australia with me " she ignored the other three men .

" look me and your mom had a brief thing , your dad well your dad agreed while he..." .

" australia sound nice " sam agreed cutting bobby short .

" hey stop denying our love even nerds on internet think we'd be hot together"dean spoke up .

" cas from now on stop the curiosity or so help me i will make you eat the computer " she groaned learning too much information for the day .

"we need to do dna test " she turned to bobby .

" you can pick me up at 7 " she turned to dean before walking out leaving the men speechless .

" i got punished" cas pouted .

" i got a kid kinda " bobby gulped .

" i got a date " dean smirked .

" and i got a rock ... It's a thing on tiktok ... what cass isn't the only pop culture savvy one around here " sam shrugged .

part three

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pyros-hollow · 20 days ago

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Being Neighborly

Old!Joel/F!Reader ao3 WC: 5.3k (this was a long one)

18+

Summary: After an unusual amount of snow in your part of Texas, you check on your grumpy old neighbor.

Tags: Unspecified age gap (Just younger than Joel), no outbreak! (solely because an adult Sarah is mentioned), Joel is very lonely, Joel is also a bit of a perv 🫢, Reader just trying to be helpful, vaginal sex, cunnilingus/face sitting (Joel Miller pussy eating king), some overstimulation, awkward boners, peepaw hurts his back oh no sad face

It was so damn cold outside. An unusual snow storm had blown through nearly the entire American south, and your entire street was caked in several inches of the stuff.

As you were wondering what to do, you realized you should probably check on your elderly neighbor, Mr. Miller. You knew him a little bit, very much a "get off my lawn" type. He was always alone in the house across from yours...

Just checking in to be neighborly, just to see if he's okay.

He couldn't possibly need your help, right?

The thing is, Joel was used to being alone. Sarah had gotten into school, a damn good school, but it was so far away that after she graduated he'd hardly seen her. The last time he did was about last year for his first grandchild's first birthday, and he wouldn't miss that for the world.

But being an empty nester for about twelve years now really drove a man crazy. Sure, he'd see Tommy now and again, but Joel finally retired. His old hands couldn't keep up with the demand of a job site, the one place they would have regularly met. And Tommy had his own family to look after.

He was lonely.

That was until he had noticed you. A pretty little thing that was renting the house across the street. He knew the landlords. Knew they'd rent it out to good people. And good people you were.

You would check on him a little too often. And he wasn't sure if you were taking pity on the elderly or if you were just a little dim upstairs. Or maybe airheaded? He wasn't sure what the right term was nowadays.

But Joel also noticed how damn pretty you were. The summer you'd moved in he practically eyeballed you strutting around in some daisy dukes the entire month of June. And for the first time in a couple years he felt his old friend downstairs finally perk back up, much to his surprise and frustration.

Whatever they say about old dogs and new tricks, Joel would tell the inventor of that saying to go to hell. Because he would love to learn some new tricks with you if you ever gave him the time of day.

But he had no way of knowing if you felt the same. Why would you? He was older than sin itself and rightfully more attracted to you than he should be.

Of course like by the lucky (or unlucky) grace of God, his doorbell rang that snowy day.

And he opened it to see you, nose a little wet from the cold, a dish in your hand. What in the world were you doing here?

"Hi, Mr. Miller." You breathed, air visibly puffing from your mouth into the cold air. Standing so cute in a thick sweater and jeans. Joel stood there at the threshold of his door in reasonable shock. What else could he do? "I, uh, made something. Figured you were by yourself here in the cold and, well..." You awkwardly raised the dish, giving a little half smile that could probably be taken as a nervous grimace.

Joel just stepped to the side, letting you pass through. He'd let you into his home only a few times, he could count it on one hand; and yet you still remembered where his kitchen was the way you were making a beeline for it to put the dish down. Joel cleared his throat, glancing around at his own home, closing the door to keep the cold at bay.

"So you're just checkin' in?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. After all these months he still couldn't figure you out. Crossing his arms, he just stared at you. At your back. At your ass- no, Joel!

It's been too damn long, it ain't right.

He shook his head, walking over to the kitchen to see just what you'd brought. You stepped aside, giving him space. For an old man he could be so imposing. Lifting the lid to the dish, he was taken aback by the smell. It had been so long since he truly cooked anything that wasn't hamburger helper, he hardly had the energy anymore. So the sight of whatever baked... pasta dish? That you had in here nearly made the old man cry.

"Looks good." Joel murmured, not wanting to outwardly show how much something so small could mean to him. That someone actually thought of him.

"Thanks, got the recipe online and all that." You smiled, taking the dish and placing it in his oven so it stayed good for a while. It was pretty early in the day, you doubted he'd want that now.

But now it was just the two of you standing in awkward silence. You'd checked in, now what? So you stood quietly, shifting awkwardly, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Well I guess I should be goi-"

"Well I guess you should be goi-"

And you both stopped.

It was almost comical. The fact you both tried to divert the uncomfortable situation before it somehow got way worse. And you both gave an awkward smile, a huffed out half-assed attempt of laughter, it was a pathetic display from the both of you.

Joel put his hand on the small of your back, trying to guide you to the front door and ignore the rush of life it sent through him to touch another human being after who knows how long. And just a little bit of that feeling made blood rush to his cock again. Quit it, Joel.

Though of course while you were being walked, you bumped into something, sending one of Joel's knickknacks rolling onto the ground. As you both went to pick it up there was a loud, resounding-

Crack!

That echoed in the quiet room. Joel gave a weak "fuck" before doubling over in pain.

"Oh my God- are you okay?" You gasped out, reaching for him but he held up a hand, intending to silence you.

"Threw my damn back out, just need to... just need to sit down." He groaned, reaching a hand out in attempt to wave you off; but you took it instead. Joel looked up at you, despite the pain in his eyes the surprise was apparent. He hadn't expected you to help, especially not since he was trying to nicely kick you out prior to his incident.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" You asked, leading him onto his ratty old couch that had definitely been bought when Clinton was president; all frayed edges and dulled colors. Joel just grit his teeth, stifling a groan of pain as he held a hand on his lower back.

"That pillow, over there." He vaguely gestured, and your gaze followed that gesture to a memory foam pillow on his recliner. An orthopedic pillow. How old was this guy? "My daughter mailed it to me. Or... Amazon-ed it to me? Ain't sure."

"Because you did construction?" You raised a brow, going to said recliner and bending to get the pillow. Joel had to try not and fixate on your ass, how good it looked in those jeans you had on. He could feel that rush of blood again, and just gave a "uh-huh" to your question.

Mentally attempting to will his dick down, like one would scold a rowdy dog, he didn't realize you were already back. Orthopedic pillow in hand, seemingly oblivious to the poor old man's bulge. Joel quickly sat up, letting you slide it beneath him before flopping back down with a groan. He had to hand it to Sarah, she could pick the good stuff.

But oh God above.

As you were backing up you noticed the outline of his cock on the front of his jeans. You weren't looking on purpose! Right? Right...

It was too late. Your eyes met his bulge (it hadn't died down like he hoped), then his, then back to his bulge and like an animal your flight instinct kicked in. Attempting to escape, to flee as quickly as you could from this awkward situation until a hand gripped your wrist.

Just as quickly as Joel grabbed you, he let go.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you thinkin' I'm a creep or nothin'. I ain't I swear." He shook his head, but the look in his eyes were plain old needy. "Just don't go... please." Joel whispered, puppy eyes on full display. You knew he was hurting, he was elderly. You were taught to respect your elders for goodness sakes.

"Okay..." Your voice came out with such a shaky unease, you hardly recognized it as your own in that moment. And it was quiet. You could hear the wind howling outside. Practically able to hear the cold. A weak attempt at ignoring the elephant or horse in the room.

"Just happens sometimes. You're a pretty lady, it's natural." Joel was trying to ease your discomfort.

"I know." You knew. Biting your lip, your eyes drifted down to the source of all this shame. "Does this happen a lot?" It was hardly audible. Just barely a whisper, but still important.

"Not since," Joel licked his lips, thinking. Should he really say it? The word vomit decided to leave his mouth though. "Not since you moved in across the street."

You should have slapped him. You really should have if you used that brain of yours this time. But another part of you... That ache between your legs and in your belly stoked like a fire over the hint at being desired. It had been so long. Being the smart woman you were, you cautiously, and maybe stupidly, moved to sit astride is lap.

Joel was floored. One awkward boner and here you were sitting on his lap, face framed by the light behind you like a halo. And maybe he did die and go to heaven, because there was no way you were doing this. Instinctively his hands settled on your hips, warm fingers stretching onto the edges of your denim clad ass, lightly moving your hips against his for something to help him.

"You sure?" He whispered, his tone was reverent, holding you gently like he thought you'd break. Though you felt just as greedy as you knew he was on the inside. Biting your lip and letting out a gasp when his denim clad cock bumped against your own covered clit.

"I... It's just been so long, maybe I should just lea-"

"No, please." It came out too quick to be considered as anything but pathetic. Anything but needy. Brown puppy dog eyes, like a sad basset hound, all wrinkled around the edges and glossy bore into yours. His lip pursed, and when you adjusted the way you sat there was the smallest hint of a whine hardly contained in his mouth. It almost made you feel powerful. Almost.

"Am I hurting you?" And he whined. The grumpy old man from across the street fucking whined beneath you. Because of you. "Your back, I meant."

"I don't think this old back is gonna be of much use to you, pretty lady." He murmured, though the attention he could have been giving to the pain was now being allocated much more productively. "I ain't completely useless, if you'll get those jeans off for me." Oh.

He seemed like a direct person. Of course he did. But hearing it directed at you, despite the fact he was hurting he still felt the need to voice what he wanted. What he needed. It made you feel a warmth pool again, in your tummy, in your cunt. Spreading up, up, up, through your body until before you knew what you were doing you were off his lap and already unbuttoning your jeans.

Pushing down the denim, revealing cute (but, at this point in time embarrassing) panties, the little smiley faces on them beaming at Joel. As if they were happy to be seen. Or perhaps saying "lucky you for getting into the pants of our owner!"

They made Joel smile though. And that provided a different kind of warmth.

You pushed them down as well, seeing the wet patch that had taken its own space on them was only partially embarrassing. But you were back on his lap just as quick as you left; your hands working at tugging his belt apart before his hands gently went atop yours.

"There's plenty of time for that in a minute, honey." His hands, a gentle guiding force, gently moved you up his body, up his chest, until you were above his face. "Back won't let up any time soon, so lemme just be useful from down here." Joel whispered, before he gave a slow swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the top of your slit.

Oh God.

Your thighs hurt from attempting to hover, and Joel was craning his neck to even attempt to lap at you. His head fell back with a groan.

"This ain't workin'."

"What?" You were a bit worried. Would he ask you to leave? Did you do something wrong? Did you taste bad?

"The way you're just hovering. I want you to sit." Joel grumbled. The grumpy old man within him shining through over something like this. So much for respecting your elders. "I said sit." Joel's big hands tugged on your hips, pulling you down until his mouth greedily latched on to your cunt. Finally sat where you belonged. And your thighs seemed to be the perfect earmuffs for the cold outside, but he wouldn't talk with his mouth full. He was raised better than that.

Oh God! Did you die? You think you might have died. Joel Miller was definitely a giver on all things in the bedroom, and you were learning that today. The way his tongue would curl at the end around your clit, putting all the pressure into the final lap; before he would give it a harsh little suck. It was loud, and such a deliciously gruesome sound from the smack of his tongue and spit on your needy cunt.

His big hands traveled from your hips to your folds, not so gently spreading you open for him, like he was opening the best damn present he'd ever received. Joel's tongue attacked your entrance, forcing its way in and out, prodding while his prominent nose bumped against your needy clit.

"Oh fuck-" You whined, hands clutching at the silver curls atop his head. Your hips instinctively moving against his tongue and nose, spreading your slick across his entire face. Swiping this poor old man's mouth on your pussy like you were using him to clean you off.

"Taste so fuckin' good." Joel moaned against you, the vibration making you gasp and your thigh muscles tighten ever so slightly. Those hands of his going up to grip at them to keep you steady while he practically attacked your clit with sucks and laps of his tongue like he needed you to survive. "You gonna let that pretty pussy come on my face?" He hummed between licks.

You nodded, murmuring out an "mhm!" in affirmation; and you could feel your orgasm building in you. That feeling of need deep in your cunt, spreading throughout the apex of your thighs until it was like a dam ready to burst all throughout your lower half. Joel flattened his tongue against you, using the leverage he had on your thighs to rock you back and forth on his tongue. It may be a little "lazy" of him but he didn't care. You tasted too damn good for him to think about anything else.

"Mm, that's it pretty girl. Use that tongue however you need it." He said in a slurred out growl, pressing a harsh kiss to your clit; before flattening his tongue for your use once more. Even though he was moving your hips, it felt like you had a little bit of power over him. Over the fact he was so willing to let himself be used for your pleasure alone.

And after a few more drags against your neighbor's tongue, you were coming. Your orgasm wracked your body, a choked sob escaping your lips as your pussy pulsed against is tongue. But Joel didn't seem to stop. His lips and tongue moved to keep sucking at your now spent clit, like he was trying to make out with your pretty little bud. It was too much. It made your jaw tremble and whines of overstimulation pass out of your pretty mouth.

Too much.

Not enough?

No. You couldn't handle another, not right this second. Weakly (but with your best effort) you pushed his head away from you and back onto the couch. And you tried so very hard to ignore the way the smallest whine came from him when you did so. Joel's eyes met yours, pleading. The entire lower half of his face soaked in your slick, big brown puppy eyes fixated on the way you looked like you were ruined.

"I can't." You managed, planting your palm firmly on the couch cushion behind him to steady yourself. And you almost wanted to reach out and swipe some of your come off his face, just to be nice like you had been all day, but decided against it.

"It's okay." Joel murmured, guiding you so you were no longer straddled on his face, but lower down. "You still wanna...?" There was no need to specify. You did still wanna, more than anything. So you nodded, shimmying so you were level with his crotch again, this time slowly undoing his belt. He could wait.

He had such a sour expression on his face when he realized what you were doing. You'd seen that face on him before. The summer you moved in some of the neighborhood kids decided it'd be funny to try and prank your house. But the sound of a firm scolding from outside made you investigate and there he was, a typical old man chastising the youth. You almost wondered what it would be like if he told you off just as severely...

"Don't." Joel clenched his jaw, his hands wrapping around yours to push them away. He tugged the prongs of the buckle from the holes, pulling the front of it apart before attempting to quickly undo his jeans. Those old hands fumbled a bit but it was weirdly attractive. But finally the zipper was down and Joel was pushing on the denim to break his aching cock free.

As it sprung from his old plaid boxers, going to rest against his tummy, it felt like your brain had buffered. This old man. This nice old man, who just cleaned out your gutters last week. This nice old man, who helped you do your oil change yourself because a real shop would "scam you". This nice old man, who just buried his face in your pussy like it was his last resort at life itself. Had the most intimidating cock you had ever seen in person.

Of course you had had sex before. Of course you had watched porn before and seen bigger, but this was right in front of you. And in a few moments, about to be inside of you. It was terribly thick, but not so thick to the point you'd need a gallon of lube to make it work; but thick nonetheless. And across every delightful inch on the underside you could see a prominent vein going up along the length of him. Disappearing as it faded into his uncut tip, slit leaking precum onto a wispy happy trail and the pièce de résistance, a thick wiry bush, the base of him nestled in (mostly) silver hair.

You had to have been dreaming. Never in your life would you have expected to be in this situation. But Joel's hands were on your hips again, holding you steady while one left to adjust his cock, nudging the tip against your clit making you whine. It slid along your slick, sensitive nub, humping against you despite your little whines of overstimulation.

"Been wantin' this." Joel muttered, still rutting his cock up against you. "Since you moved in. Since I saw that pretty little ass bent and pickin' up a cardboard box." He groaned and let his tip dip into you for a moment, and you both hissed, before he pulled it back out to grind against you.

"You mean it?" You managed, letting out a shaky exhale, everything felt too good, especially when things were slicked with spit and your own juices. Your gaze toward him was pitiful. And it was true that there was some self-doubt on your part. You were a woman who lived alone without a partner... it felt nice to be wanted. Especially by someone as attractive as Joel. Someone as helpful, as capable as this man that lived across the street.

"Oh I mean it, pretty lady." Joel nodded, his tip going back to your entrance once again. "Now are you ready for it? Or am I gonna have to eat that sweet lil' pussy again?" He teased, smirking up at you. And while the thought was very tempting, you knew you were tired of waiting.

"I'm ready, promise."

"Atta girl." Joel smiled, giving your ass a pat of encouragement, before finally sliding his cock inside your waiting hole. He grunted at the stretch, watching your pretty folds pull apart to accommodate his girth. Though, deep down a part of him knew they would, every girl he'd been with had to take some time, and he doubted you were any different. "You okay? Let's just take a breather, honey, in and out." His free hand laced through yours, thumb rubbing over the back of yours, tracing over your knuckles.

The reminder to breathe was a necessary and welcome one. The stretch stung, little by little as you went down. Joel breathed in deep, and you took it as your sign to follow along as he released a deep breath out. He repeated the process only a couple more times before settling his hands on your hips and slowly helping you push down onto his length.

"There we go, so good for me." He groaned once you had finally situated yourself at the base of his cock, a whine escaping your lips, and your palms immediately went to rest on his chest for support. The material of his flannel was so soft, grounding, distinctly him.

And you were even more beautiful to him in this moment. Face winced up in pleasure, but the tiniest bit of pain, oh how he wishes he could just wipe that all away. He bets that if he touched your face he could feel how warm you are, how flustered his cock made you, and it would burn him right up. One of his hands reached up to cup your face, bringing you down until your lips met in a slow kiss while you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you.

Joel's lips were soft, a dusty pale pink that were plush against your own, and they were like a dream when he sighed into your mouth. His other hand gripped at the flesh of your ass, and he moaned against you as he finally slipped his tongue against yours. He was so damn lonely, and human contact felt so damn good after so damn long of going without it. And in the very back of his brain he could hardly remember the last time he had sex, the last time he kissed, the last time he felt connected.

It might have been eight years ago. Tommy had tried and tried and tried to get Joel back in the dating game. Which only ended in a hookup in the back of Joel's pickup. But knowledge and experience over the years, and muscle memory, is a hell of a thing for a reason.

Joel pulled away from the kiss, running his thumb over your lower lip, biting at his own. "Bet I should've made you suck my cock, you got some pretty lips." He mumbled, dragging your bottom lip down before letting it go back up.

"I'd like to, some other time, if you'd want." And that made the man beneath you grin. He leaned back against the couch fully, gripping your hips again in assurance.

"Oh we will. But I think we got other things to knock out of the way if you don't mind." His eyes raked down your body to the spot where the both of you were joined, fitting together like missing pieces, but maybe it was too early to admit such a thing. He gave an experimental lift of your hips, just a slow glide for the first move. When he dragged you back down you mewled, and he knew that meant you were good to go. "Oh she likes it. What a good girl." He hummed to himself before repeating the motion, settling into a steady rhythm.

You gripped onto his flannel again with a whiny moan, his cock felt too good to be real, and yet at the same time you were glad it was. Big strong hands holding you steady, spearing you up and down his length like you belonged to him. Like you mattered to him, even if you didn't know each other well enough to truly say such a thing.

His cock stretched so good, and it clouded all sense of rational thought in your mind. The tip nudging up against your cervix, mushing against the slick walls of your pussy. The hairs at the base tickling against your clit every time you ground down on him. And the pace he set thrusting his hips up into you. It was all too much for you and not enough at the same time.

"Fuck, just let me-" You groaned a bit, bracing against him before beginning to move your hips of your own accord, up and down up and down. "Oh God..." You whined, going quicker than he had you before, it had been too long. "Oh God, just fuck me please." You whined out.

"I'm tryin' to." Joel huffed out a small laugh, maybe lack of dick for who knows how long had made you feel a bit dumb, but it didn't matter. Not now when he was trapped beneath you, at the mercy of your tight cunt wrapped around him like a constrictor. "Have mercy on an old man, honey. Going so damn fast." He groaned out before pushing your thick sweater up, exposing your bra covered tits. "Let's get these out, huh? Been thinking about them too." Joel admitted, pushing up your bra so your tits spilled out, the garment resting atop them.

A low, appreciative whistle escaped his mouth as he finally took you in. Hands pawing at your breasts, they're so warm compared to the cold outside. "Fuck, look at these," He said in awe before giving them both a light squeeze. "Shoulda done this sooner if I knew you were holdin' out on me." Joel smiled before tugging at your nipples lightly, the sensation making you gasp.

"Please, they're really sensitive." You put your hands on his wrists as an attempt to get him to let go, and he did. Opting to just keep your breasts in his big palms like he was your one means of support. You sighed in relief, moving your hips up and down again. Your pace was rather quick, of course it was, you were needy and desperate for something, anything. Mostly, another orgasm.

"Can you...?" You trailed off, batting at one of his hands and pushing it to your aching clit. He knew what you meant, of course he did, this wasn't his first rodeo. His hands left your breasts, one settling on your hip and the other drifting slowly down your front to settle on your bud. The calloused tips of his fingers rubbed at you up and down, eventually settling in a motion he could tell you liked with the way you tightened around his cock.

Constant circling and stimulation was driving you absolutely crazy with need. Your hips and thighs clapped against his own, your hands squeezing at the soft flesh of his chest and tummy to keep yourself grounded, while his cock stretched you so perfectly you never wanted to go anywhere else. Every slide up the tip of him would hit that spot within you, the one that practically ripped the moans from your throat without a second thought. Brain absolutely clouded with "so good, so good, oh my god" over and over again.

"God, you're squeezing me so damn tight." Joel grunted, bucking up into you; his body involuntarily attempting to chase his own release. "Want you to come for me, just a lil more then we're good." His fingers circled a bit faster, the little tip of your clit mushed under warmth and slick like it was his tongue all over again but more firm. That familiar feeling was spreading through your body, starting as an ache in your cunt, traveling up to your tummy, and building up like a knot that was made just for Joel to unravel.

You panted, tightening around his cock before feeling your eager walls convulse around him; your orgasm rippling through your body like a wave. It was a bit duller than the first, but felt just as amazing.

Joel groaned beneath you, your tightness practically milking him for all he was worth. Then you felt it. The warm spurts of his cum filling your walls, how Joel's grip on you tightened as he grit his teeth. The sight of the little shake of his jaw and his trembling lip as his orgasm subsided... This must be heaven, and you don't know what you did to get there, but you're glad you did it.

Like a pushed domino, you collapsed on top of him. Your exposed (and quite cold) breasts squishing against the fuzzy fabric of his flannel. He felt nice, safe. Most importantly, warm. Your head subconsciously nuzzled into him, and his hand went to your back, gently rubbing up and down.

"I'm sorry if everything got too... carried away." He said under his breath, as if he didn't want the reality of you not enjoying yourself to be possible. "You're very beautiful, and I don't know if I ever woulda done anything on my own to approach you," Joel swallowed, his gaze meeting yours, deep, hypnotic pools of coffee brown. "But I'm glad whatever just happened, happened."

"What 'just happened' is we had sex, Joel." You smiled, tracing a pattern along his chest. "And I didn't mind. If anything, I'm glad it happened too." It was a good thing to admit, because the next thing you knew, Joel's lips were planting kisses on your forehead. Sweet and tender.

"I'll take you out for real if you want. I wanna do it right." He murmured against your skin, his arms pulled you in closer, keeping you warm and satisfied all at once.

"Maybe we could do a dinner date." You hummed, snuggling impossibly closer, attracted to his body heat.

"Oh yeah? When?" Joel gave your side a little pinch. Being treated like this was so different, but it felt good.

"Right now, in your kitchen." You lifted your head with a smile, moving to sit up on his lap again. "I did bring over that dish, and I'd say we worked up an appetite if you're game."

"Oh I am." Joel smiled, taking his time to sit up as well, keeping you and his slightly still aching back steady, before giving your neck a little bite. "As long as you let me make you dessert after."

"I think that is a great idea." You giggled, baring your neck to more kisses and bites that he had to offer. Before his hands gripped your ass and pulled you close while he stood up off the couch and made his way with you into his kitchen.

Being neighborly had its perks.

#joel miller #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #joel miller x reader

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doodler16 · 2 months ago

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Seeing posts about how people find it unbelievable that Carmilla's the first in thousands of years to even try fighting off an exorcist, let alone killing one, it reminds me when the Mammon Mid-Season Special came out. Let me explain.

I used to go to TVtropes a lot to read about Helluva Boss and - this is a long time ago since I checked so I'm not sure if it's true now - tvtropes said that Blitzo was the ONLY imp to ever see through Mammon's bullshit because he has a dad like him. I'm like 'what? Blitzo is literally the only one out of thousands of people in just the Greed Ring, let alone the entirety of Hell, to have a shitty dad like Buckzo?' And it denies Barbie's existence or the fact that she has the same damn dad thanks to the 'only' part. Yeah, people who see through Mammon can and likely does stay away, but the so-called reason on the site on why Blitzo's said to be the only one to not be tricked by Mammon is getting to me

(And getting into funny ha-ha territory but, if TVtropes really claimed that Blitzo is the only one who can see through Mammon thanks to his own dad, then it implies that Crimson's a better dad in comparison. At least good enough that Moxxie wouldn't be able to do what Blitzo could)

If Buckzo was a decent dad, does that mean Blitzø would have said nothing to Mammon in the special episode?

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #anonymous #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #tv tropes

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libraford · 1 year ago

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Boss: (part) for this printer is missing. Where did you last put it?

Me: I put it in (place it belongs)

Boss: It isnt there. Where else could it be? You were the last to use it.

Me: I was not the last to use it. I remember asking (coworker) if she was able to get it to work at a later date.

Boss: No, you were the last to use it- I looked it up.

Me: Well, it was a year ago and I don't know where it is.

(Boss works out a solution that the photos will be printed at the office instead of on-site)

Weeks later, we are looking for a different thing, Boss reaches into a bag and finds the (part.)

Boss: How in the hell did it get here?

Me: I don't recognize this bag.

Boss: I'm just glad we found it.

Week later-

Boss: I'll have you print out the photos from that day that we were missing the part, now that we found it. If you run into any trouble, please call Big Boss because I don't know how to troubleshoot it.

Me: -runs into problems, calls Big Boss-

Big Boss: Hmm, I don't know that one- you should call (technician.)

Big Boss: -calls again with technician on the line, we try to troubleshoot, but can't figure the answer.- You should have tested all your equipment before going on this job because then you wouldn't be running into these kinds of problems and we wouldn't have to fix it. That's why we stress so much that you're supposed to test it first instead of just assuming everything is in the right place because you never know. We go through this every time- you have to have to HAVE to make sure you're prepared.

Me: -decides not to mention that the person who didn't check it was Boss, and that the person who was on the job was not me, and that the person who replaced it was not me-

Boss: -walks by while I'm on the phone, watches my face change- -mouths 'you okay?'

Me: -finishes call- Big Boss chewed me out for not testing the equipment before I went on the job with it.

Boss: Did you tell him that you weren't the one who took the job?

Me: I kept waiting for a moment when he was done lecturing me to mention it, but he wouldn't stop and I decided it wasn't worth it.

Boss: He chewed me out, too.

Me: ... did you know its International Women's Day?

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glitter-stained · 3 months ago

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A, S, Z for the fandom ask game

A-your favourite OTP : Mom help they're making me pick favourites again

Such a complicated question. I'm gonna have to go with Dinahbabs but Jayrena is extremely close behind right now and Stephcass and Jayroy are also very close fuck I need to go with my gut and my gut says dinahbabs but good god I love all of my ships why do I have to chooooose

S- show us an example of your personal headcanon: god there's so much stuff... Let's say my hc that Mia Dearden is into jazz dancing! But also I have an hc that Mia is great at shooting in the dark, like getting a great sense of her surroundings and then closing her eyes/being blindfolded and shooting from memory, something she does to avoid ever being taken down in a fight due a blackout or blinding light. So, I'm combining that to get: Mia practices jazz dancing with a blindfold on to increase her spatial memory/spatial awareness as practice for fighting without her eyes.

Z- ramble about something fandom related -that's a full time job hell yeah. Okay so everyone has a favourite trick arrow right? Like one of my favourite things about the arrowfam is when they use trick arrows these are so so cool one of my favourite gimmicks definitely my favourite gadgets (yes, even above jason's exploding helmet exploding katana and tit tazers and you guys know I love those). Anyway so you gotta love arrowfam trick arrows they are so fun and they make writing fight scenes so much more enjoyable I think my favourite fight scene that I ever wrote was Jason vs Ollie in the Protector and then I got to keep using Ollie's arrows for the other fights, I can't wait to write a Mia fight scene with trick arrows it's going to be amazing. Anyway so cool, badass trick arrows are great and make for fun fight scenes. BUT there's something that I love even more and it's those campy, absurd trick arrows we don't see much of these days -the wedding arrow the sun arrow the fountain pen arrow the jack-in-the-box arrow. They're so good. Collector. In an ideal world there's an arrowfam videogame where Ollie is presumed dead and has left collector campy trick arrows all over Star City for the arrowfam members to find. Anyway so my point is, I love campy trick arrow and I miss them and I think comics should reference them more. And I have to say my favourite is maybe the Sun Arrow, an illuminated balloon arrow resembling the sun. You guys know I have to share a picture:

As I was saying, modern comics need more references to those arrows - if they won't bring them back at least let them never be forgotten. So I thought -hey what if Roy made a modern version of a sun-powered arrow named "sun arrow" as a direct reference to this one (he says something about "the good old days")? My idea was an arrow with solar-panels or something that can somehow absorb store and release solar energy. And then I thought wait hold on a second that reminds me of someone!

So my proposal: Arsenal!Roy making a sun arrow (new version) and at some point (either in the Titans or my personal version of the Outlaws, not RHATO), Kory's powers aren't working because she's been kept underground for too long and she's being restrained on the other side of the battlefield and Roy and the others are surrounded from way too many enemies and the villain says something along the line of "surrender now, we have much more firepower than your pitiful team" and Roy says "I wouldn't count on that" and fires the sun arrow at Kory which releases a big burst of solar energy she absorbs and she unleashes a big AOE attack and joins the fight and is able to turn the tides like that, that's my pitch.

Anyway check out the trickster's quiver for maybe my favourite site to browse ever.

#dc #dc comics #ask #ask answered #thanks for the ask!#miaposting

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abby118 · 1 year ago

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It makes me so happy to see I’m not alone here. Honestly the Loki fandom is so fucking isolating, and I feel like if you say you prefer Pre-series Loki/Loki Prime whatever….you get shit flung at you. This fandom has done a really good job at making me scared to share my opinions. (Hell, I can’t even criticize the TVA without “UWU THE TVA ARE SMOL ANGST BLORBOS WITH TRAUMA! THEY’RE LOKI’s WHOLESOME FOUND FAMILY WHO HELPED HIM!!!”) It’s helped me a little bit to remember Loki in the series is a variant of our boy, because like…he’s literally nothing like Loki in the slightest and no offense to the fans, but it feels like a majority of them haven’t even TOUCHED the previous films. (Literally saw a post calling them old and outdated.)

Thank you for this blog. 🥺

Ooh yes, mhm. It can be isolating, for sure, but I also think we're fortunate that it did split into pre and post ragnarok eras of the fandom because some fandoms die when its source material gets retconned. I definitely relate to the opinion aimed towards the new "fans"; they're one of the most disrespectful and meanest people I have had the displeasure of interacting with in fandom spaces and I've been on this site for a while now.

And no, the character in the series is not a variant of Loki. The *only thing they share is a name, which has been stolen from the original character it rightfully belongs to, with the intent of cashing in on the fans. I refuse to refer to him as the same character. *They do share the same actor too, and as much as it hurts to say it, because Tom Hiddleston has been my favourite actor since I can remember - I was literally 9 when I joined the fandom when T1 came out..(for context, I'll be turning 22 this year), I no longer relate to how he views, or seems to view, Loki. And don't get me wrong, he will always be the person who played my favourite character, that will not change, but I do not see his interpretation of Loki as my own anymore. It doesn't even match his old one. And I know I'm not alone in feeling like this.

The TVA is a topic I don't have the energy to get into but it is beyond problematic. I'll just say that, I'm sure we all know what I'm getting at there. And I wouldn't even say it "feels" like the newer people haven't touched the movies. I have spoken to a few of them and it is an actual thing, apparently. Some of them started with ragnarok...which does explain a lot...and never bothered to check the original ones. And then they complain about feeling unwelcome among the fanbase, I wonder why that is, huh? - "I feel like if you say you prefer Pre-series Loki/Loki Prime whatever….you get shit flung at you. This fandom has done a really good job at making me scared to share my opinions."

Don't listen to them. Block them. They are not interactions that would bring you enjoyment or any sort of positive feeling and that's not what fandoms are supposed to be like, trust me. If you genuinelly feel upset about people's takes and opinion aimed towards you, you have every right to avoid them. Tumblr has no algorithm and blocking is nothing but curating your experience, you don't owe anything to these people. I, myself, have done this, including filtering tags, and it is so much more peaceful than when I rejoined (beacuse I changed blogs). Still, no longer being able to go to the main tag is incredibly sad.

Find a group of people you can interact with, follow the tags that are more specific and avoid what doesn't benefit your fun here. And thank you for being here, really. Especially for reaching out 💚🖤 I'm very glad you like my blog. I'm just doing my own thing, which in my case, means trying to stay true to the fandom I loved and enjoyed (and still do) from years ago, regardless of the notes or what people say. Because, at the end of the day, all that matters is your own enjoyment. I'm trying not to post too much negativity towards post2013 despite having a lot to say because there are blogs who do that, and do so well (thank you guys), and we need one that's focused on the good things too, but sometimes it really is needed. So thank you for the opportunity.

#anti loki series #anti loki show #anti ragnarok #2011-2013 Loki supremacy #abby talks

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georgiewritess · 3 months ago

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southern charm (chapter 3)

olivia never knew what steady meant. she never knew what it meant to feel secure with another person, always looking for exit routes before things caught up to her. olivia never knew real love, and she certainly didn't expect to find it deep in new orleans on the search for her birth parents. pairings: olivia barlow x william lamontagne jr. warnings: will haters dni. oc x character.

the following day, another victim showed up in a back alley, as mutilated as the rest. it seemed bizarre; a pattern they couldn't quite put their finger on. the team disbursed, one half checking out the dump site and the other lingering at the station, attempting to come up with a plan.

but, as these things usually went with the brilliant mind of doctor reid, a plan landed in their laps in the form of a good old ambush. spencer's brain was impeccable, something olivia only wished she could possess. at the drop of a hat, spencer was able to recite any kind of information you needed. statistics? done. historical architectural information? done.

connection to a past case? done.

he was utterly incredible, and as he rambled on about jack the ripper's reign over london, olivia watched in awe. his mouth somehow kept up with his brain in a way olivia couldn't quite comprehend. but this, paired with will bringing them another letter addressed to boss, their plan began to write itself.

with how fast-paced everything had been, olivia had barely had time to scope will and jennifer out. she seemed into him, but was he into her? why did it even matter? it didn't, but this case did, and so olivia attempted to focus her energy on that, much like the rest of the team were doing.

that night, as the sun set over the horizon, the team split off into pairs and began watching - lingering - at one of the local bars, keeping an eye out for anyone fitting the profile and description.

as much as olivia loved it, she couldn't help the small part of her that hated the fact aaron had instantly paired her with will, as if it were second nature to have their eyes scanning the same area. but she was determined to look for the positives here - a bar, a cute guy and a little normality, despite them being here on a case.

"so we're looking for a woman, who will approach men. comfortable being the aggressor, huh?" will asked, his hands in his pockets as they wandered through the crowd.

olivia nodded. "and she'd have to be attractive. attractive enough to lure them away, at least." she half-heartedly shrugged, sighing quietly as she looked out over the party. it could be anyone here. "you've gotta admit, these guys aren't the smartest. you know, they don't deserve this, but they're making it pretty easy. I wouldn't follow a stranger into an alley no matter how wasted I was."

"yeah, but you're not a man. testosterone would follow a woman to thailand, barefoot. just a fact."

as they came to a stop, closer to the outdoor bar, will's hand left his pocket to carefully navigate them to a semi-quiet section. his hand barely grazed her lower back before retracting, causing olivia's lips to quirk up for only a second before he came to stand beside her.

"you really never done somethin' stupid like these guys?" will asked, his arm leaning on the wooden bar.

olivia tilted her head. "you mean bunk off with a serial killer?"

will chuckled, his right shoulder raising in a shrug. "whatever helps you, miss fbi. i'm not one to judge. it really ain't the same for women, is it?" he questioned, his own head tilting just enough to mirror her.

olivia smiled a little. "you're seriously telling me you'd follow a woman into an alley if all she did was, what, send a little flirt your way?"

the grin on will's face was palpable, his charm shining through. "hell, if i'd go to thailand barefoot, i'd go down an alley. you ever heard the saying about a guy thinking with their -"

"enough!" olivia laughed quietly, shaking her head. she momentarily looked out over the party, spotting emily and jason walking down some steps.

"you a prude?" will asked. olivia looked back to him at this, her features relaxing as if to ask 'seriously?'. will chuckled, turning his body to face the party and leaning against the bar. "a prude and a heartbreaker, who would have thought?"

olivia's eyebrows raised a little, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "you? a heartbreaker? yeah, I bet you make a new woman cry every week, don't you, lamontagne?"

will laughed at that. a genuine laugh that rumbled up from his belly, through his throat and out of his mouth, looking over to her again. the sound alone had olivia smiling as if she'd just curated the perfect sarcastic comeback.

"you best believe it, darlin'. you know -"

"watch it." olivia teased, pointing at him. they could laugh and have a joke but olivia wasn't in this line of work just to cross lines. they had a job to do and he was already distracting her enough.

will held his hands up in surrender, before resuming. "you know, when I first joined the academy, I was a hit."

"not anymore?"

"you're a cheeky thing, ain't ya? you gonna let me finish my thought or not?"

olivia smiled a little, her arm now resting against the top of the bar. "proceed," she allowed, "within reason."

"yeah, yeah. you always a stickler for the rules?" olivia nodded to his question and will shook his head. "yeah, figured. anyway, you can think i'm lyin' all you like but I, miss fbi, know how to treat a lady. and, yeah, occasionally break her heart. ain't like it's on purpose though, you know? you never hurt someone?"

olivia shrugged a little, looking around the party. several brunettes leaving with men, but nothing that stuck out to her.

"let me guess. fbi don't give you the time to settle down? I mean, why else would you be single right now?" olivia looked back over to him, her head tilted again. "just askin'." will smiled a little, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched a couple more women pair off with men. for all they knew, any one of these could be the unsub they were looking for, but no one had given them any reasonable doubt yet.

"it's not easy, no." olivia simply agreed, not giving any more detail. it wasn't a lie. the only meaningful relationship olivia had, that could be considered romantic, was with her high school boyfriend. it didn't last long - from memory, only a couple of months - but olivia had a whole lot of baggage she didn't intend on letting anyone near.

will hummed before pushing himself off of the bar. "come on. we oughta go find the team. ain't nothin' here for us right now."

"she's mocking us," olivia sighed, crouching beside the body. this was the trouble with profiling. with such a broad profile, the unsub had once again slipped through their fingers. "and she's true to her word. you were right, reid."

spencer nodded, feeling unfortunate. "do you have any tweezers?" he asked one of the police officers, who handed him a small pair.

"what is that?" will asked, uncrossing his arms.

"i don't know," spencer muttered quietly, unfolding the small piece of paper. "it's a note from the unsub, addressed to your father."

"let's see it," will held his hand out, taking the paper from spencer. he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face as he began to read out loud. "dear boss. he wanted it with that sharp tongue and vulgar hand. thought you'd like to know another will soon get what he deserves. yours truly."

"it's weird," spencer began. "typically, offenders write letters to be heard. jack the ripper bragged about not being caught."

olivia nodded, looking over will's shoulder at the note. "this unsub isn't flaunting her kill. she's explaining it."

"it's possible she considers herself a vigilante. that the men she's killing deserve to die." emily pointed out, now taking the note from will and reading it.

"or maybe she's contacting your father, not because he was the lead detective on the case, but-"

"because she thinks he'd understand." olivia tuned in, looking to spencer. could this unsub have a much deeper root than they thought?

"you think he knew her somehow?" will asked. "like... helped her with somethin'?" olivia nodded. "i don't know... might be another police officer, though i think he would'a mentioned that. maybe a prostitute he helped get off the street but..." will sighed and shook his head. "he hasn't dealt with prostitutes since he worked sex crimes."

the small team looked between each other, hopeful someone would have an answer.

emily held the paper out for them all to see. "the unsub wrote 'he was asking to be ripped. i just couldn't help myself. he wanted it.' what if she's mirroring the man who sexually assaulted her?" she questioned, slipping the paper into a bag and taking off her gloves. "detective, where are the files stored from your sex crimes division?"

"they were housed the same as homicide. most of them washed away after the storm. but my daddy had a partner - j.r smith. smitty, they called him. they had some fallin' out right around the time my daddy left sex crimes. don't know what it was about." will removed his gloves and crouched closer to the body, before lifting his gaze to look at the team, sensing their next thought already. he sighed heavily and nodded. "i'll call 'im. if it means breakin'g' this case, i've gotta do it."

olivia looked to spencer, then emily, then down to the body. they all knew that there would likely be another victim, but they all shared the quiet hope that they'd somehow strike gold and find the unsub first.

"honey," olivia didn't even notice the pet name this time and, if she did, she had no inclination to stop it. "may i borrow your hand for a minute?" will asked, all but grabbing olivia's hand at her side. she moved along with it, crouching beside him. "i'll be damned."

"what?" olivia asked, will letting out a soft groan at his own realisation. "you see something?"

"the stamp on the victim's hand - it's admittance to the mon cherie. a bar in the french quarter." will dropped olivia's hand, now standing up. emily nodded, asking him to continue. "nine years ago it was called jones."

"bingo," emily smiled a little. "barlow, get garcia on the phone."

olivia nodded, taking a few steps away from the team to call penelope, pacing the alley as forensics began to pack up.

"oh my sweet livvy," penelope answered the phone.

olivia chuckled. "i need you, garcia. is there any newspaper reports about a rape at a bar called jones? roughly nine years ago." penelope began frantically typing before humming in a way that resembled a big, fat no. "okay... cross-reference william lamontagne with jones bar. same year."

"bulls-eye, police answered a disturbance at jones bar in the french quarter, february 19th 1998. looks like it was during mardi gras."

"you, penelope, are the best ever." olivia smiled and penelope chuckled in response.

"and you are the most perceptive. caio!"

"i sure hope you have a good reason for bringing me here and dredging this crap up, william. or are you about to waste my time like your daddy did?" smitty asked, sipping on his drink.

will sighed, pushing his hands into his pockets. he knew smitty's reputation and he had no interest in appeasing him today. "just answer our questions, smitty. i ain't enjoying this any more than you."

"you really don't know?" he asked. when will furrowed his brows, smitty chuckled, placing his glass down on the coaster. "after that night, your daddy tried to bring me up on sanctions. it was mardi gras, some girl claimed she was raped in this bar. i wasn't buyin' it."

"what did she say happened to her?" olivia asked, her arms already folded. they all knew what had happened just by how smitty sighed and repositioned himself on the stall.

"the brass backed me up -"

"i asked you a question, smith." olivia cut him off. "or do i need to repeat it?"

will looked over his shoulder at her, his eyebrows slightly raised. emily gave him a knowing look and a small nod, as if to say 'yes, you don't want to piss her off.'

smitty pursed his lips, biting his tongue. he didn't like anyone talking down to him, let alone a woman half his age. "it almost cost me my career, agent. she said she was sittin' at the bar with two friends when a guy asked her if she wanted to play pool. witnesses say she was down for anything - she followed him up there, his friend not far behind. she knew he was there."

"did she tell you that?" olivia asked. now jason looked over his shoulder at her, sighing. olivia knew that meant not to press further.

"that girl was a tease. she was looking for a good time."

now it was olivia's turn to bite her tongue. even if he thought she was lying about the assault, wording it how he did made her stomach churn. it was unbelievable that some people still thought it was okay to describe someone like that. easy. up for anything.

"said she yelled for help but not a single person claim they heard her."

"that's what you register as a disturbance?" emily pressed.

"it was mardi gras! listen to me, that girl had enough beads hanging off her neck to jewel a small city. anyone who exposes themselves that much in a day is not a credible witness, in my book. besides, i knew one of the kids. good kid. he didn't need that accusation hanging over him."

"so you protected a rapist?" will asked, taking a step forward. "that why you and my daddy fell out, huh? he call you out on it?" smitty shot him a warning look. "you know the serial killer cutting up men in the french quarter? she's your victim. we're trying to find a name." smitty fell silent once more.

"you don't remember her name?" olivia asked. "what about the good kid that raped her?"

will took another step closer to smitty, his hands still firmly in his pockets. "smitty... you tell me right now or i'll file a new sanction against you. and i guarantee you, this time it'll stick."

the hours ticked on until, eventually, they had a name. spencer had correctly recalled - of course - the ripper's next move and after some incredible work from garcia, they managed to track down sarah danlin. just in enough time to save the poor man who had only sustained minor injuries. olivia walked with the emt's, ensuring the victim got into the ambulance okay and giving the emt's all the information they had.

as she looked over to the car, she spotted jennifer speaking with will, both leaning back against the car. will managed a small smile in jennifer's general direction, a little too down for someone who had just closed a case. but, then again, the only reason he closed it was because his father couldn't.

olivia lingered for a few moments, attempting to not raise suspicion, as she watched aaron direct sarah into the back of a second police car. despite the terrible things she had done, olivia couldn't help but empathise with her to a degree. to have something so awful happen to you and for only one person in the whole world to take it seriously... the thought was gut-wrenching.

upon looking back over to will and jennifer, the blonde had gone, leaving will with his hands in his pockets and the weight of the world on his shoulders. she took this opportunity to say goodbye - again.

"the medic said the victim is going to be okay." olivia spoke, a soft smile on her face as she approached will leaning against a car. "i heard what you did in there. your dad would be really proud of you."

will offered a flat smile in return, shaking his head a little. "you know, it's weird. i spent all this time focused on closing the case for him and now it's over. i thought i'd feel happy about it but i just feel... lost." will raised his eyes to look to olivia now, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

olivia nodded a little. "i think that's normal. it's not just the meaning of this case you're greiving." olivia pointed out gently. will nodded now, only slightly, before letting out a heavy sigh and looking across the car park.

"and now you're leavin'? how will i survive a woman like you goin' so far away?" he asked, his attention shifting back to olivia. will couldn't help but flirt - he thought himself a natural at it, of course, but more than anything, there was something about olivia that made it easy for him - like he wanted to flirt with her just to see that little smile she'd undoubtedly attempt to hide. and as if on cue...

olivia shut her lips tightly, looking away for a moment as she felt a minor blush make it's way onto her cheeks. her eyes looked up to the sky, thankful that the stars didn't illuminate the sky too brightly; the idea that will could see her blush instantly making her want the ground to swallow her whole.

"i think you'll manage somehow." olivia looked back to him with a smile. silence washed over them for a moment as olivia debated giving him her phone number, but she didn't need any distractions. neither one of them wanted to look away and so, for an extra moment, they didn't, before olivia regrettably called it off. "take care of yourself, will."

the man nodded and muttered a 'you too' before olivia took off, eager to get home and return to a bit of normality before the next inevitable case.

as her phone rang on her desk, olivia picked it up, confused. it was an unsaved number, which typically meant a case was on the way, but why would they contact her first? she glanced around the bullpen to the likes of derek and emily, who were busy typing away.

she decided to answer, keeping it professional in case. "agent barlow," the voice on the other end was instantly recognisable as he spoke.

"liv, hey. it's will. bad time?"

olivia smiled slightly, turning her chair away from her desk and the others in the bullpen. liv? why did that work on her already?

it had been a couple of weeks since they had worked the case in new orleans and, if olivia was honest with herself, she hadn't stopped thinking about will. it was crazy that he only ever grew on her, his slightly cocky demeanor but heart of gold stirring up a chaos in her she wasn't sure she had ever felt. though, more specifically, she couldn't stop thinking about what he had said to her as she turned and left that night.

"how did you get my number?" she questioned with a small laugh, which will instantly responded to with his own breathy chuckle.

"i got it from jennifer. thought it might be a little weird but-"

"it's not weird." olivia cut him off. "i mean, maybe a little but... i don't mind too much." the call went quiet for a moment and olivia spoke up once more. "so, what can i help you with?"

"uh, actually i thought i could help you. didn't want to make a big thing outta it whilst your team were here but... i got a couple connections, might be able to help track down those people you were looking for before." now olivia went silent, the internal battle bubbling up once more. "or not, just thought... you know, that i'd ask."

olivia pursed her lips and nodded. "i appreciate it, will. but i think that ship has long gone now. they don't wanna be found." will hummed quietly and olivia was sure she could hear him pacing whilst on the call.

"well, if you ever change your mind, just give me a call. i don't mind." again, silence. "hey, while i've got you," will paused. "it was really good seein' you again. you know. given the circumstances an' all."

olivia hummed in agreement and will couldn't help but stifle the laugh he so badly wanted to give at that. it only gave more validity to what he was about to say next.

"i know you felt a bit awkward, maybe, and i hope i didn't make it worse. but i really wish you wouldn't feel that way. there's nothin' to feel awkward about."

olivia smiled slightly, her eyes darting around the bullpen. "i'm not sure i'm the person you should be saying that to."

"who else would i say it to?" olivia said nothing, just chuckled. she had stepped in it now. "ain't nobody else i wanna talk to. not when i've got you on the phone."

there it was again. that stupid blush. the man wasn't even here and he still managed to make her feel all giddy. olivia wanted to speak, to make a joke, but will quickly interrupted any chance. "did i-" "you-" they both laughed quietly as they spoke at once. "sorry, you go." olivia offered.

"i just wondered if i made you blush again." will's voice dripped in flirtation - something olivia was desperately trying to ignore.

"no-"

"i'll take that as a yes. it makes my next offer less creepy." he smiled, missing a beat before speaking again. "i thought i'd say if you're ever in the area again, or maybe if i'm headed your way for... some reason," will chuckled, causing olivia to smile. "it'd be nice to catch up. get a drink or somethin'. my treat."

"yes. yeah, i mean, that sounds good." olivia eagerly agreed and the grin on will's face could be heard through the phone.

"great! sorry - what did you wanna say to me before?"

olivia smiled a little, biting the skin on the inside of her cheek for a moment before responding. "nothing important. i've forgotten it."

"okay. well, maybe i'll see you around?" olivia smiled and nodded once more.

"yeah. i'll see you around, will."

with that, olivia hung up, placing her phone on the desk and quickly gave a once over of the area. no one was paying any attention to her and she was thankful, knowing her face was probably red by now. she turned her chair back to her desk, attempting to wipe the smile off of her face.

whatever power that had put that southern charm in her life would reap the consequences - olivia would make sure of that.

💌 literally one of my top episodes of cm ever. love me some jack the ripper parallels and of course, the man himself, william lamontagne

#criminal minds #will lamontagne #oc x character #fanfic #criminal minds fanfic

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Ghoap Analysis/Meta (2.1)

The Evolution of GhostSoap Redux

Recontextualising mwii(22) Ghost and Soap dialogue and what it could mean.

(Part 2.1/?)

BEWARE SPOILERS TO MWIII(23)!!!

As I said in part 1,

I, and arguably most of fandom had theorised that "Kill or Capture" was the first mission that Soap and Ghost ever had together. And we weren't quite right, but we weren't completely wrong either.

With Flashpoint, it's obvious now, that was not quite true. It even suggests in it that Ghost and Soap had worked together prior to even that, as there was no formal introduction between the two.

This dramatically changes how we can read their dialogue in mwii(22)

So let's go into the biggest bits of mwii(22).

Please also check the alt text.

Kill or Capture

"Kill or Capture" is the first mission players see Ghost and Soap together. Lets look into the first conversation.

Shepherd: (over radio) You're wheels-up in five.

Ghost: Roger.

Shepherd: Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeant are leading the way on this.

A truck drives up and off-loads the Marines and Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish.

Ghost: The Sergeant?

Soap walks up to Ghost, brimming with enthusiasm.

Soap: Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, L.T.? Save ya a seat, sir...

Soap fist-bumps Ghost's shoulder and walks toward the plane.

Ghost: Fucking hell...

Shepherd: Ghost- you copy?

Ghost: Yes, sir.

Shepherd: Any issues?

Ghost: Negative, sir. Out here.

As I have stated previously, "Flashpoint" proves that Ghost and Soap have worked together 3 years ago prior to "kill or capture".

When I first watched this scene I assumed that Ghost was unhappy to be tacked on with a random sergeant by Shepherd.

Obviously this was wrong.

Ghost mentally and physically rolls his eyes here. If he's unhappy with a FNG/rando this makes perfect sense. Even the next dialogue suggests it, as he goads Soap into "keeping up" with him.

Ghost: Bravo Team offloads here. Alpha Team stays onboard to land downrange. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill.

Bravo Team stands up, including Soap who trades fist-bumps with a fellow Marine and joins Ghost.

Ghost: Keep up, Soap.

But this can't be true with "Flashpoint". Ghost knows Soap is at least competent from that mission in '19. He saw Soap handle himself out of a tricky situation. Ghost even calls out Soap for stealing one of his kills. The sergeant has Price to vouch for him as well.

So the question remains. Why is Ghost peeved at Soap joining him?

There's a variety of answers here, I said in part 1 that it might be that Soap had annoyed him in a limited capability over coms. There definitely have been times where Ghost tells Soap to cut the chatter in 2022. That could be a possibility.

If "Flashpoint" was Soap and Ghost's first mission together Ghost could also have remembered when Soap lost his head and threatened to kill Makarov in the heli. Only to have Price pull Soap back at the last moment.

He could be unhappy to be saddled with a known hot head. Add with the chatterbox issue and yeah, I could see Ghost making Soap prove he can follow orders. The next dialogue proves it as well.

Ghost: Alpha, how copy...?

Alpha 0-2: Bravo- Alpha is immobile. Multiple critical! Oh, shit-! We're taking effective fire!

Ghost: Alpha, we're moving to building 1. Hold tight!

Soap: Ghost, we need to secure that crash site now.

Ghost: First, we clear for Hassan, that takes the heat off Alpha. Then, we secure the crash site. Clear?

Soap: Roger that.

Hard to show, but in game, there was a definite emphasis in the clear. Ghost expects Soap to not follow him. Soap proves him wrong.

This also supports my theory that Soap had never worked directly under Ghost in those 3 years. If he did, then Ghost wouldn't be so uncertain about Soap; they would have already done this whole circus already. Ghost wouldn't have to goad him, and he def wouldn't need to emphasize so hard on the matter either.

Which also implies that their relationship was non existent up to that point. At most they were coworkers coexisting. Ghost would've considered Soap to have been an annoying hot head while Soap thought of him as a living legend (as we find out later in mwii (22) from his praises to Ghost).

This is a departure from the popular idea of Soap being "The Fucking New Guy" that has to prove himself competent. Ghost already knows he vaguely is. He's seen it for himself. Ghost just doesn't like Soap 🤣🤣🤣.

It's also supported in our timeline: Soap was already part of 141 by 2020 in Cod Warzone. Considering that Ghost and Soap have worked together previously in '19, it would be strange to not have them working on some missions together. Maybe not directly, but in the same mission roster. Ghost even sees Soap fight again in Dec 2020 when Price and co go and backup Soap in Verdansk.

Another possibility to consider would be that ghost didn't want to have any sort of partner/person he was responsible for.

As in the previous mission "Strike", and in cod warzone Mar 2020, we see Ghost going on solo missions. He seems to prefer it, infiltrating and disappearing like his namesake.

Perhaps having a subordinate is something he actively hates.

WHICH MAKES MWIII(23) MORE DELICIOUS. That means we see Ghost go from "I don't want a partner ever, especially not someone like this dumbass(4 years ago)" to asking Soap if he wanted to go on a mission with him and being paired with him always in mwiii(23). Until he isn't.

But more on that in part 3.

Lets go to the next mission.

Cartel Protection

Alejandro looks at Ghost.

Alejandro: Lieutenant... Laswell says they call you Ghost.

Soap: Actually, I believe he prefers to be—

Ghost: That'll do.

When I first watched the introduction of Ghost and Soap to Alejandro and Rudy, I always found this conversation to be a bit jarring.

How would Soap know anything of Ghost? They were just introduced. Given the later implication of Ghost being some sort of legend, it's possible there was a different nickname hovering around. Or more embarrassingly, ghost preferred to go around being called "The Ghost" like how Soap says it to Rudy in "Prison Break".

With new context, perhaps there's more credence to a different name that was used during both of their SAS days working missions together. Perhaps there was a name that Price used instead? We'll never know. But it does set the tone of their relationship.

There's a comfortableness of Soap around Ghost. It's obvious in how Soap is able to joke around with Ghost despite his very imposing appearance. I assumed at the time it was down to Soap's fearlessness and his brightness. Having a spooky lieutenant wasn't gonna stop him from being his usual snarky excitable self.

Now I'm thinking more on Soap being comfortable, not only because of his character, but because he's worked with Ghost before. The fistbump and smile when Soap first sees Ghost in "Kill or Capture" supports it. There's an ease there (but also an unfamiliarness in their dialogue to each other in later missions) that speaks of a prior relationship. One that appears to be of (1) barely tolerant grump and (1) overly happy sunshine child that talks way too much.

This exchange seems to be a common occurrence and Soap already has a sense when jokes go too far (which would entail Ghost cutting Soap off with a gruff "That'll do" or his unamused dead stare).

We see this with this next bit:

Rodolfo looks at Ghost through his rearview mirror.

Rodolfo: With your mask, you will fit in well here, Ghost.

Soap visibly tries to tell Rudy to stop joking with a classic 'cut it out' gesture and very wide eyes.

Alejandro: Ay, calmada... (Hey, easy...)

Again, this makes much more sense now that we know Soap and Ghost have worked together before. How many times has this happen with Soap in Rudy's shoes in the past 3 years? Taking one joke too far and resulting with a stony grim faced lieutenant that is visibly done with him? It's a wild thought.

What's even wilder is that we see this change in the next few days.

From Ghost cutting Soap off here in "Cartel Protection" to encouraging banter and making jokes to him in "Alone". But its surprisingly not "Alone" that was the turning point. It was THE definitive mission yes, but it's actually the mission, "El Sin Nombre", that has Ghost changing his mind about Soap.

Why?

Lets see.

El Sin Nombre

Graves: Correcto. Get one of us inside, find the boss... roll him up.

Soap: I'll do it.

Alejandro: You go in there, and they'll kill you, hermano.

Soap: I'll take my chances. We came here to stop a missile, let's stop it. I'll offer intel for a meet with Sin Nombre. And if he's there, we pounce.

Alejandro: Órale. Tienes huevos, cabron. (Hell yeah- you've got balls, you son of a bitch.) You make it in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too.

Ghost: I'll take overwatch. Shadow circles the target in a helo.

This is Soap's character defining moment. Here we see the crux of him: a fearless man, reckless and fiery. One crazy enough to brave getting purposely caught and taken for interrogation by cartel members.

But its not only us viewers who see this. It's also Ghost as well. We've already established that Ghost has a bare bones relationship with Soap. He'll work together with him, even compliment him on his skill while on missions, but anything closer than that-Ghost is noticeably cold.

Ghost doesn't tolerate Soap's jokes in or outside of missions, AND he most definitely doesn't joke back to him ever.

However, this moment impresses Ghost and we see him observing Soap while he gets himself purposely caught here:

Ghost spots Soap approaching the guards with his hands up in the air. The guards raise their weapons and fire warning shots on the ground in front of Soap, who complies with their orders.

Ghost: Visual on Soap.

Graves: Moment o' truth...

The guards force Soap to his knees.

Alejandro: They see him?

Ghost: They do now...

Ghost watches as the guards communicate on their radio with their guns pointed at Soap's head. They throw a black bag over Soap's head, haul him up to his feet, and perform a body search for weapons.

Ghost: They're taking him in.

Graves: Kid's got sand.

The guards escort Soap through the front gate.

Alejandro: I hope he makes it...

This is Ghost's defining moment to his relationship with Soap. Ghost is on overwatch. Probably done this a million times over. But this time it's different.

Who is this annoying man that would volunteer for something not even Ghost would dare do?

To leave himself exposed, in the hands of cartel members–tortured/killed if he says the wrong things. Ghost finds himself intrigued, invested for the first time in a long time. He wants Soap to succeed and not get killed. He cares.

And this is explicitly shown here. In this mission there's several ways to complete it. One of these options involve Ghost's help:

(If Soap heads outside the villa where Ghost can spot him...)

Ghost: Got a visual on you, Johnny. There's a trellis outside you can take to the roof.

Soap: What about Diego's keycard?

Ghost: Your call.

Ghost provides Soap with some hints.

Ghost: The AC units could get you on top of the garage. There's a ledge above you, Johnny.

Alejandro: Could help you get around that guard.

(If Soap climbs up the trellis to the roof...)

Soap: Moving to the roof.

Alejandro: Copy that! I'll be right behind you!

Soap reaches the roof and spots the guards.

Ghost: Multiple cartel up there. We'll have to clear it.

(If he kills the guards with Ghosts's help...)

Ghost: Roof's clear.

Soap proceeds further.

Ghost: Penthouse is in the north corner. Check the penthouse. I'll cover you.; El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse. North corner.

This is the very first time we see Ghost use the name Johnny. An important moment, because this is where everything starts rolling. Nicknames are a signifier of care. Soap isn't just another sergeant to Ghost anymore. He's no longer, Mactavish, Sergeant, Soap. He's more. He's Johnny.

Names have power. There's something to be said that by the act of naming something you bond with it— you make it yours. Nicknames are special to Ghost. And it's something we see hold true in mwii(23) as well. But that's for later.

Just let it sink in that it only took 5 days for Ghost to go from rolling his eyes and being done with Soap to giving the man a nickname. 5 days out of the 3 years we know have existed between them.

The next possible time we see Ghost use Johnny, it's in a heightened moment in the next mission "Dark Water". This event is non canon but supports my argument.*

If you stall in stopping the missile launch, Ghost will shout out Johnny to Soap. It's an adrenaline high moment and a critical point of life and death.

Now why does this matter ?

It matters because it proves that Ghost has only started using the nickname since "El Sin Nombre". There's a counter argument to be had that since Soap has known Ghost for so long, the nickname could have existed between them for x amount of time. Ghost could be upset at having Soap be his sergeant because he didn't want someone he cares for under his responsibility. Soap and Ghost have a prior relationship to mwii(22). What exactly happened between Apr '19 to Oct '22 is undefined.

But this is proven very unlikely because now we can tell that at this point of their relationship, Ghost only uses the name Johnny in moments of heightened emotion.

The two Johnnys we got in "El Sin Nombre" had Ghost using it the moment he sighted Soap alive. At the time, Ghost was unsure if Soap was still breathing. Seeing him near/on the roof was a moment of high stress/emotion.

What's another moment of high stress?

Jumping off a cliff in "Cartel Protection" just a couple days earlier.

If Ghost had already cared about Soap then, it's highly unlikely a Johnny wouldn't escape his lips at that moment.

Alejandro, Rudy, Ghost and Soap were on the run from the Mexican army. Pinned down and nowhere else to go but a free dive at least 50 m down off a random cliff and noone but Ale/Rudy to trust in (men they had just met prior that day). I don't see Ghost not shouting Johnny at that point. Tellingly, we see Ghost use the name Soap instead when yelling at the sergeant to jump.

I could be completely wrong about this, but personally, I don't see Ghost as able to stop himself from using nicknames.

As we find out through "Alone", Ghost is a massive hypocrite. There's much he tells Soap to do but doesn't actually follow himself. As a result there are three things to pay attention to when discerning his motivations: His nicknames, his stares and his actions.

This is actually seen in the pivotal mission "Alone" and later in "Prison Break".

It's the tonal and plot shift in the game. From then on their relationship isn't Ghost and random sergeant like in "Flashpoint" in 2019. It's not even Ghost and (the annoying sergeant) Soap, at the start of the game in "Kill or Capture".

They become SoapAndGhost against the world. Or rather, JohnnyAndGhost.

And even more rare: JohnnyAndSimon.

But I will split the post off here.

On to part 2.2 (the other half of mwii)—when I get there. The Alone segment is promising to be very long since it's the bulk of all Ghoap interactions. It will be awhile till I get there 😔.

Any questions, comments, arguments on the discussion, feel free to buzz me on it. I always did feel that having an opposite opinion strengthens your own arguments.

Can I call myself a Ghostsoap scholar now? I will try to answer any questions to my best ability.

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teddy-the-queer-wizard · 6 months ago

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these bots pretending to be gaza people really piss me off. it also bothers me that people just post them because like i get that you want to help or you feel guilty or whatever but. theyre bots.

youre not helping anyone but the phishing scammers.

like they claim to be vetted. they link to gofundmes. you go to their page and see pictures of their children. you feel heartless not responding, blocking, or reporting these people. i get it.

but at the same time like. there are signs that these are bots, there are ways of fact checking. reverse image searching. hell most common advice for donations is give to charities and actually vetted things related to Palestinian relief and aid.

there are porn bots that do the same thing. People before this sent shit in about their sick pets.

none of them are usually following you, thier blogs have like three things on it - how did they find you, average non popular blog user? and if they created a blog specifically to talk about the issue theyre having, I ask again how did they find you, average non popular blog user?

like. yes,this is much more serious and an issue, but theyre still very clearly scams.

and people are just. out here posting them, giving them a veneer of legitimacy because "mutual wouldn't post a scam, theyd vet it first right?" because the appearance of doing something, however small, is more important than actually doing anything.

and im not saying you have to do anything! most of us are broke and it seems such a little thing to signal boost someones distress in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help alleviate it however much.

but like. its a bot.

and if im wrong? cool! there are, as i said, ways to sus out if it is a bot!

and if you dont want to do that? thats fine??? you dont have to post anything

the thing is, if you dont want to check and youre wrong youve let a scam loose to more people who are just as much of a bleeding heart as you (not a bad thing) and are more likely to think its real because its been though one potential fact check. if im wrong and you dont want to check youre one of hundreds of people who are receiving and circulating these messages! Other people have the spoons to vet them or add them to official lists of people in need!

you are just okay letting a bot that someone created to benefit off the plight of others go out and just do that? hurt both the people requesting aid and the people trying to help?

why? so you can look like you care or that you don't look like you dont care?

because again, the appearance of doing something is more important than actually doing something.

im not saying you have to do anything. you dont have,spoons time or money, then you cant do anything and you shouldn't beat yourself up for it. this is a site for hanging out and reblogging stuff. not a space for getting help or like. actual information. which means those legitimate people asking for help are asking for help through more realistic avenues as well.

idk

just dont let a bot pretend to be the cries of the desperate and trick you into helping them trick others.

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fanficfish · 1 year ago

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hetalia: my hc on nations and personalities

...beyond the stereotypes!

okay okay hear me out okay hc brainrot midnight time im jacked on caffeine and the night is young aight

so lets get this straight: so first off i imagine the nations are like 96% "stereotypes of ttheir nation" (e.g. the more people think or are americans that digest too many burgers, to more likely it is America himself eats attrocious amounts of burgers. The more people say Germans are swrious, the more likely Germany is a serious dude. etc. the normal stuff we all know off.)

but the other 4%? That's the nation's "person" side, seperate from their "nation" side. It varies a little depending on country ofc but that's prob the average.

E.g. hungary and austria "divorced" but they clearly care for each other. They can't be together for literal reasons but the non-nations parts of them wouldn't mind at all.

prussia is knwon aa a great warrior so that's what he is. But his non-nation half has self doubts and the need to keep an eye on his family. Like llease, Prussia how did you know what Austria wears and eats??? I get a feeling this wasn't in the mdidle of WW2, probabky right before if i had to geuss. Austria wouldn't have moved in with Germany and by exention aprussia yet....and he waa following the dude....prussia is an overprotective helicopter parent of an older brother, canon.

France and his distaste for technology. Exhibit A: french music was consistantly the one doing the weird innovative stuff in my music history class when it wasn't Schoenberg. Besides that, i could see France not liking tech as much due to being literally a thousand. Heck, i'm pretty sure half the old nations are a bit iffy about it just because "wdym now i can't just didappear lff the grid without anyone getting cocnerned and i need passports and phones and shit?" Except maybe Denmark, China, and Japan. Those three are 100% ipad kids in old men bodies.

iceland oozes gen z. enough said. The man might be obsessed with finding tourists and his northern lights and his weird museums but the thing where his beothers are throwing plates at his door and he's like "hell noooo"? The one where he's going off to make friends over ding-dong soup with the ASEAN dudes? That's allll Iceland, the person. Far as i could find there os no iceland-malaysia embassy and closest it got was relations with indonesia. (I highly recommend checking out the iceland-diplomatics-relations wiki page. There's a very interesting factoid under the list for Asian countries i think many of you will be interested in.....but per my own doctrine, this is a Hetalia hc post and not a Politica post.)

america and his animals. That goes for estonia too. Americans are no adopting whales and aliens as pets (well maybe the donate-and-save-an-animal program but we aint keep them in the house) and i doubt estonians keep talking mochi they found randomly in a disty corner. I'm fairly certain most Eatonians don't hell "latviaaaaaa!!!!" When things go wrong either.

austria getting lost is just a him thing. That's not normal for austrians, music part is very much influenced by his people. His preference to chopin might be him though since Salzburg is in Austria and that's Mozartland. Also, Chopin is Polish.

I won't even start with the clusterfuck called Russia but Japan daydreaming about Switzerland? Yeah that was Japan's non-nation side getting really weird. Japan understandably was just as confused himswlf considering for the most part he has no prpblems being a "stereotypical japanese dude".

need i mention Italy, who has a huge crush on Germany m/hre despite him literally changing in basically everything (because that's the natire of a nation), and just likes the guy as long as he exists?

I also choose to believe Sweden can grow a beard if he really followed the stereotype (no seriously. Why os the image i get of Sweedish guys just dudes with beards? Someone has a really nice sweden somewhere ln this site where he has a lovely beard and it just makes him look like the embodiment of sweeden, no questions asked). But he doesn't like it, which fair o imagine beards aren't fun when stiff gets stick in them or whatever, so he just shaves or leaves some stubble. Def not cuz Asians and beards is just not really a thing so Hima prob just didn't draw beyond the stubble.

Latvia being a secret brainiac that plays mental chess against himself while doing other stuff, all hidden under an alcoholic who can't get rid of his past. Pretty sure his blabbermouth thie is his own personality. I did see somewhere that there's a steretype that Latvians have six toes and i kinda wanna just believe Latvia got that one too cuz why not!

theres others im sure but yeah. Those are the knes i came up with and im gonna sleep now bye lmk what you think

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dr-futbol-blog · 1 year ago

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The Siege I, Pt. 4

So, Sheppard and his team consisting of Teyla and Ford have gone off screen to what was to become the new Alpha Site, and we don't get to see them on the planet at all. Whether Sheppard is feeling overheated or not, Bates informs Weir on the intercom that "Major Sheppard is coming in hot!" And he sure does, backing in out of the gate.

Bates is certain that the reason they are coming in so hot is Teyla having given up their position to the wraith, and he has had it. Before Sheppard has even had the chance to catch his breath Bates gets all up in his grill about it, not even the thinnest veneer of respect left for his superior officer.

And what he spits in Sheppard's face is the same thing that all of his superiors (including Weir, who is not making it easier to hear these same accusations from Bates just standing right there listening in on this) have told him, the thing that he already uses to beat himself up all the time:

Bates: I told you she was a liability, sir! Now, I'm not gonna let your personal feelings endanger this facility any longer! Teyla: What?! Bates: Look, I'm not accusing you of doing it intentionally, but the wraith must be getting information from you! Sheppard: What the hell are you talking about? We ran into a... what the hell was that? Ford: Looked an awful lot like a T-rex, sir. Sheppard: Yeah, a T-rex! It wasn't even a wraith! So why don't you check those accusations!

Sheppard is clearly irritated but his indignation is also very clearly feigned, it has a performative quality to it. He believes that Bates is treating Teyla unfairly, yes, but he does not believe that his accusations toward himself are unfounded. He is doing exactly what Bates accuses him of.

Weir, the diplomat that she is, tries to diffuse the situation by changing the topic:

Weir: I take it you don't recommend the planet as an Alpha Site, Major? Sheppard: Wouldn't be my first choice. If McKay doesn't get the satellite online, we're screwed.

So, there are a bunch of things happening on his face as Sheppard says this (and like, he's been separated from McKay for all of a few hours by now and he's already back to his compulsion of mentioning him by name at every available opportunity; he could just as well have said "if they don't get" or even "if we don't get"). At first, he's still fuming from Bates' accusations. As soon as he mentions McKay, is eyes shift to the right to access a memory of talking with McKay (he's unwittingly accessing an auditory memory) and just as soon, the anger dissipates and he seems to be expressing conviction, his belief in McKay and his abilities.

But then he suddenly realizes what he actually said ("screwed!") and, true to form, it's never not time for this man's mind to go to sex when McKay is involved and he raises his eyebrows in a minute wiggle. However, just as soon as he has the thought this is replaced by worry. He glances over to his team, concerned for them, but then he shifts his eyes to the left and looks at nothing at all. He is not looking at any of the people standing before him, he is looking to the side at nothing. This is where people are meant to be looking at when they are accessing emotional memory and feelings.

Most of all, Sheppard is worried for McKay and how he is doing right now, somewhere out there. Without him.

And that is when we finally get a glimpse of McKay in the jumper with Grodin and Miller. From Sheppard's look of concern we transition to see how McKay is doing just underlining the fact that McKay was what he had in his thoughts in that moment.

McKay seems to be wearing a space suit as they approach their destination, getting ready to do something that goes far above and beyond the duties of a scientist. I mentioned earlier that it is likely Sheppard had a talk with Miller before they took off just as McKay was having a talk with Zelenka. And Miller does seem to be watching over McKay in a way that suggests extra vigilance, especially since we have never seen the characters interact before and it is very likely they don't even know each other that well. He even tells McKay "good luck" when it is his time to go out for a space walk. All throughout their scenes, he seems much more concerned for McKay's well-being than Grodin does.

The fact that Miller is acting as proxy to Sheppard is shown in how he does exactly what Sheppard would have done here (although let's be honest, if Sheppard was on the mission he would be doing the space walk himself), turning back to look at McKay, watching him leave:

Meanwhile back on Atlantis, Teyla corners Bates because she has had it with his accusations. They have some words which ends up with Teyla decking him just as Sheppard and Ford were coming in around the corner. Bates is about to return the favour to her when Sheppard and Ford get in between them. Ford walks into Bates and holds him back with his own body blocking his forward momentum where Sheppard turns Teyla around, placing his own body between them. He is not trying to shield Teyla from any harm, they are trying to create space between the belligerents and to hold both of them at bay.

Sheppard didn't even have time to issue Ford any orders when they came in, so it's very good that he took the initiative to hold Bates back, as he seems to have been a hair's breadth away from assaulting a superior officer however much his intention was to get at Teyla. Sheppard has been trying so very hard to keep from having to reprimand Bates, and this just keeps getting worse. He doesn't even care who started what.

Sheppard: What the hell's going on here? Teyla: I was simply stating an opinion, Major! Bates: She attacked me! Teyla: And for good reason! Sheppard: Yeah, what reason would that be?

Under normal circumstances Sheppard might have been more sympathetic for Teyla's cause. They are aliens to her world, there are bound to be cultural differences. But here they are, on the eve of total annihilation with only McKay out there, alone, standing between them and the wraith, and with every passing minute he feels more and more like he made the wrong decision staying back. He could be out there with McKay making a difference and he stayed back for this. They are both getting on his last nerve.

Bates: My guess would be the wraith! Sheppard: Walk away, Bates. Bates: Sir! Sheppard: Walk away! Bates: This isn't over.

Sheppard isn't officially taking any sides here. We have seen him defend Teyla privately, argue her case against Bates almost since the very beginning but because this is happening in public, it places him in an extremely difficult position. Teyla is a member of his team but Bates is an officer in the military that he serves and whose regulations he is bound by. Yes, Teyla has reason to be miffed and it isn't her fault that she doesn't know the rules they operate under, but he doesn't need this right now. They don't need this right now. If there was anything he learned from that chapter of War and Peace he had apparently been reading recently (The Gift, S01E18), it was Pierre's idea that it is necessary for the forces of good to be united because at cross-purposes, they are making it easier for the forces of evil to defeat them.

Sheppard has too much on his plate to be dealing with this right now, so he ends up taking it all out on Teyla:

Sheppard: What the hell are you doing? You don't go around decking the head of security! Teyla: He said... Sheppard: I don't care what he said! He says a lot of things. You just stay away from him.

He says a lot of things, Sheppard says. I find this interesting. Certainly we have heard Bates say all manner of things relating to Teyla, but they've really all been variations of the same theme. So has he said something else worth note?

Like pointed out previously, Sheppard seems to be very uncomfortable around him, acting almost cautious. He has had ample reason to reprimand Bates officially, and yet he has not taken the opportunity. Bates is the second highest officer on base, he is the head of security appointed by Weir, he was one of Col. Sumner's men and his allegiance is still clearly to his former superior (Marines are known to be Semper fi, 'always faithful' or 'ever loyal' to the USMC), all of which might make Sheppard disinclined to pursue any formal proceedings for his behaviour. Both toward Weir as his higher up and Bates as someone directly under him, he is trying to maintain a fraught peace so as not to rock the boat unnecessarily especially at a time that calls for unity.

But Bates is a marine. Marines had a reputation for saying a lot of things about gay men as a form of homosocial bonding. "There's nothing as gay as a straight marine," goes the saying but this does not mean that they were accepting of homosexual or bisexual servicemen, much to the contrary. There was a well-known culture of playing "gay chicken" among the marines, being a homophobic game in which the masculinity of the participants is measured against the degree of sexual advances they could tolerate from another man. The straighter you were, the further you could go without being considered gay. This is a more severe version of what we actually saw Ford attempt to initiate with McKay in The Gift (S01E18) by making a disparaging comment about the size of his penis. Now, I'm not saying Ford was or had any intention of being homophobic there, only that his motivation for the remark was in homosocial bonding (especially with Sheppard), which is also the impetus for why this has been practiced in the Marine Corps probably up to this very day but certainly was back then.

It's not really about gay men but the stake of the game is avoiding the stigma associated with homosexuality, and the negative consequences associated with the suspicion of homosexual desires could adversely affect one's position in the homosocial environment of the military. That is, disparaging the very concept of homosexuality was the way marines asserted their masculinity and manifested the hierarchy within units. Something similar was certainly happening in all branches of the military as a form of hazing during DADT but USMC was an especially egregious example of this. They were famous for being like this.

Now, we know that Sheppard himself is not homophobic because he is canonically (Sunday S03E17) fine with people under him dating which ever sex they prefer, and let's not gloss over what a huge moment that actually was for a show with such deep ties to the military-entertainment complex. But most of the troops that he, an Air Force Major, commands on Atlantis are marines and one wonders whether he would have put a moratorium on that kind of talk under his leadership. Or that he didn't, because he tells us that Bates does say a lot of things, but that he certainly would like to have put an end to it. But because it strikes too close to home, it is too personal, he has too much to lose and his authority among them is hanging by a thread as it is, that he doesn't dare reprimand them for it even when it has to be killing him inside.

If John Sheppard was straight, it would be no problem to tell them to cut that shit out and tell them that anyone continuing it under his watch is going to be disciplined. But because he isn't, it becomes more complicated. Now, whether or not what Sheppard says is a reference to this, this is effectively what they are playing out in these scenes. Because Sheppard is guilty of what Bates accuses him of, of letting his personal feelings come in the way of his duty, he is incapable of performing his role as a leader to its full extent. He can't tell Bates that he's out of line, he can only tell him to walk away. In the previous episode, Teyla's connection to the wraith was allegorical of homosexuality so using her character, using what makes her "different" with regards to her inborn connection to the wraith, makes it safer to explore these dynamics that very much existed in the real world of the US military at this time.

Continued in Pt. 5

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