#wow! the whole crew!

[homosexualizingprobably]

I promise i can be about lethal company (lie)

[merrysithmas]

at first i was like mmmmmmm idk about this new scrappy skinny scrawny Jim Kirk but as I think about it as resident JTK expert (Phd) I am coming around to the accuracy of post-Tarsus massacre Commander Kirk desperate to embrace the fleeting impermance of happiness by embodying compassion (towards Uhura and La'an) and appreciation for transient silly pleasures (like cookies or hotdogs) AS WELL AS being actively hypervigilant towards his own & other's safety (La'an, The Enterprise vs the Romulans, Uhura) as a trauma response towards the horrors of genocide he experienced first hand.

Also his devil-may-care mien & deep respect towards command in TOS is replaced by a somewhat less likeable ambition to succeed in SNW... another off-shoot to this trauma. We see he has a desire to climb towards rank (for control & protection) yet does not fully embody the ability to handle it with the grace needed to become the legend just yet.

also I've ended up liking the inversion of TOS physical physique that SNW gives us with a more muscular/appearance-oriented (anxious) Spock & a small scrappy (traumatized) Jim ... it appears to be well thought out & a stepping stone to their eventual comfortable self-actualizations in TOS.

[gabs-magical-abs]

Every year, on the anniversary of the Battle of Denerim, Leliana visits the alienage to honour the life of her love that sacrificed everything so that the world could live

[wexhappyxfew]

I would love love love anything about Annie and Francis and any of the prompts from list 1!! It’s a vague prompt but their dynamic is so interesting to me, I love anything you’d want to write with those two ugh 💖💖

AH HELLO!!! :D the second i saw this come in, i got so incredibly be excited because there is truly so much to flesh out about their entire dynamic - the idea of this replacement pilot coming in for Silver Bullets, with a crew struggling intensely after the loss of their previous pilot, a copilot (francis our beloved) who is struggling a whole lot more than she thought, having to navigate all she is feeling - yes....it makes for quite the dynamic! so THANK YOU for this, as i got to explore this dynamic a bit more, which was fun! :) annie and francis definitely hold a special connection and dissecting that is important and fun! so please enjoy annie bradshaw and francis montez in this piece!

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Annie had practically stumbled out of Silver Bullets, clutching the gash on her cheek like all her teeth were about to fall out, blinking to get the sweat from her eyes, squinting at the bright flicker of the sun somewhere above her, attempting her best to gather her bearings. It was kind of crazy - having just been blasting through the sky moments earlier, explosives dropping from the belly of the fort to kill anything that was below, to now clambering upon the ground like she was a newborn fawn.

Lieutenant Montez had made a quick show of herself at Interrogation, giving her observations in stringent, snippy strings of words and then promptly left thereafter, ignoring Bessie's calls as she did so.

Annie, being well Annie, had gotten herself a cup of coffee and gotten one for Lieutenant Montez and followed. Admittedly, they hadn't gotten off on the right foot and it seemed if anything, Lieutenant Montez had it out for her somehow. Whether it was because she was taking her time wishing it was Captain Birdie Faulkner instead of Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw, or that Annie really just wasn't that great of a pilot in her eyes, Lieutenant Montez had made every effort to avoid Annie when she could.

Following where Lieutenant Montez had gone, Annie took the stab to call England beautiful at this current point in time was something that was a stretch of the imagination, but it was the truth - blue skies, the sun, the world around them lush with greenery - yeah, Annie's definition of summer beauty was in fact this.

Walking into the barracks for the women of Silver Bullets, she heard the soft whimper before she even saw that it was Lieutenant Montez. Annie could see the tears in Lieutenant Montez's eyes as she had darted away, the way her hands had shaken as she described not seeing the parachutes from one of the B-17s to their right, the way her voice had broken and cracked just as she recounted when the bombs had dropped.

Lieutenant Montez was sat on the edge of her cot, head in her hands, her stomach heaving up and down as she tried to get some air into her lungs.

Annie slowly stepped forward, the bandage on her cheek making her look like a wacky cartoon character, her hair that was in those adorable braids, braided by Judy, now charred and in a thousand directions on her head, along with her current attire, slick with sweat, blood, and previously freezing cold air. She was a sight.

"Lieutenant Montez?" Annie called stepping forward, the coffee burning the palm of her hand a bit as she entered the dimly lit barracks, "Saw you dart away without getting some coffee." The whimpers stopped, the shaking stopped and Lieutenant Montez went quiet.

"I'm fine," managed Lieutenant Montez, "really." Annie bit back her lip and stepped forward.

"Look, I….I just wanted you to know that whatever you're feeling…you're….you're not alone up there," Annie said, "we're all feeling that in our own ways. And I'm sorry, I really am." Lieutenant Montez looked upwards from her palms, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with tears, wide-eyed and blood-shot and stared at her.

"I'm fine, Lieutenant Bradshaw," she managed, "and right now, I'd like to be left alone."

Annie, staring at her now copilot, a complete wreck, knew walking away from this situation would do more harm than good in the long run.

They had to pilot Silver Bullets together.

They had to be one.

They couldn't be on completely different mindsets, different trajectories for the forward progress of the mission.

And more importantly, Annie couldn't have her copilot continually having breakdowns after each mission without her trying to help in some way.

They all dealt with the way the war was in their own ways.

But knowing Lieutenant Montez was dealing with it alone; Annie couldn't standby.

"I know I'm the last person you probably want to see, but you're also my copilot." Annie said firmly, placing the coffee on the table beside the potbelly stove. Annie knelt down in front of Lieutenant Montez, knees drawn up to her chest, eyes narrowed and her gaze holding her copilot's.

"I'm not expecting you to be okay after any of these God-forsaken missions, alright?" Annie said, watching as Lieutenant Montez regarded her with a distinctly cold gaze, "We land that thing and I'm just glad we're seeing the ground again, all of us are."

"But I want you to know that it's okay to be feeling all of those emotions," Annie said quietly, "going up there, seeing what we see, all that killing. It's not normal, but it's war. And we're dealing with it in our own ways. And it sucks, it really does. But you're not alone." Lieutenant Montez watched her, bottom lip quivering slightly before she seemed to gather herself.

"I don't hate you, Lieutenant Bradshaw," Lieutenant Montez said softly, "if you think I did, then you've been really reading too much into all this happy horseshit." Annie watched her; it grew quiet. And suddenly she was staring at the shell of a person who was in more emotional pain than warranted.

"You remind me of her, that's all," Lieutenant Montez said, her voice breaking at the 'her', "of Captain Faulkner, of Birdie. So seeing you take that hit to the face really made me react in a way I didn't expect. Because it was like it was happening all over again." Annie stared at her, hard. Her jaw clenched, her eyes watering from not blinking, her breathing staggered.

That's why Lieutenant Montez had stared at her that way, looking at her as if seeing a ghost, seeing someone she had once been so close with, now gone, but all over again right there. Over their masks in the cockpit, they could only read each other's eyes and despite the few times they'd shared the cockpit together, Annie had read Lieutenant Montez, who kept herself behind high walls, like an open book. She'd been scared, that it was happening again. Annie wasn't about to let the Germans have it as they wanted, though, not like that.

"I'm not going to let the Germans have a go at me in a cockpit, Lieutenant Montez, I can promise you that," Annie said, "you are my copilot. And your emotional sanity is more important to me than anything else, alright?" Lieutenant Montez slowly nodded. Annie reached forward, placing a hand on her shoulder and nodding at her.

"You're my copilot." Annie said with a firm nod, "Hate me to the moon and back, but you're my copilot. And Silver Bullets is our fort, and we'll fly her until war's end. Together." Lieutenant Montez watched her, something softening behind her hardened gaze and she nodded.

"Captain Faulkner would be proud, I know that," Annie said quietly, "now, drink some coffee, get yourself changed and come get some food." Lieutenant Montez watched her, still regarding her at a distant, but nodded.

"Yes, ma'am," she said and Annie smiled with a nod. Annie slowly pulled herself to her knees and watched as Lieutenant Montez stood and took one of the coffee cups - the one with the handle (something Annie backlogged), and then moved towards the doorway.

"Oh, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" Annie glanced towards Lieutenant Montez and raised a brow.

"Birdie woulda liked you." Lieutenant Montez said with an attempt at a smile. Then she nodded, stepping out and evaded the barracks. Annie took a moment to stand there. She hoped Birdie would've been proud, too.

[0zzysaurus]

eatin not nice :(

Rampage on his burner account I see, you’re not safe from the pot

[rabbigfirlee]

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[thingswhatareawesome]

what the everliving fuck? did i do so wrong? i tried difficulty ONE of swarm disaster, says for team lvl 66, i took in 4 80s, and on the second stage kafka pasted my entire party?? (trl phys, qq, dhil, and luocha). i just...that is the literal BEGINNING after the tutorial?? what the fuck? how did i fuck up so *badly*

[nessa-rpgs]

AHHHH FIRST WoW OC I have like 7 or something like that She's amazing and she WILL kill you

[icehot13]

a chapter earlier than expected!!!! this is The Chapter i wrote the fic for, because of course there always is one

also please enjoy this visual for the chapter, this is what the area above a hard-lid ceiling looks like! It’s not tall enough to stand in, the only light is what you bring up yourself, and you can only put weight on the metal frames going across it because the space between is just drywall. 

[idontknowijuststartedsomething]

Hey who said episodes 7 and 8 get to be pretty good/alright

[agayconcept]

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[lolathepeacocklord]

To give more context on Chromedome (I’m bad too though, I fixated on Whirl too much lmao)

Gay! Not even joking, he’s in a relationship with Rewind

Aaand that’s all I know dbfbdjsk

OMG SO COOL AND TRUE BESTIE ‼️ I heard of that somewhere but I didnt know if it was canon or not :0

[warlordfelwinter]

erazara really has hit blorbo status extremely quickly. i am having so many incoherent thoughts about him. he is in full rotisserie chicken mode in my brain.

like i keep thinking about if he'd be making friends with any of the npcs i've met so far and then i think about how he was made to be a soldier under full control of neltharion and his fragmented memories all he can recall is a battle and being told to sleep and then he wakes up with free will which must be confusing and 20k years in the future which must be confusing also and then everything happens with the dracthyr prologue and getting to stormwind city and learning about deathwing and then etc etc and i cant stop thinking about how confused and betrayed he would be feeling and i think at this point he trusts or has faith in not a single person at all, thank you, and he's just running on soldier instinct and doing what he thinks is right based on his current information

and i think. no. no he hasn't made friends with any of the npcs yet. i dont think he even likes any of them that much

[thereismusicinmysoul]

apparently i am back in my sads about a friend who suddenly cut me off two years ago with no explanation. had a dream where they started talking to me again and now i'm stuck here past midnight sad that it isn't real instead of falling asleep.

[psy-ay-ay]

omg just saw reiju and yonji...i am so...

[evilweasel]

does anyone wanna know about my self insert fanfiction I wrote when I was 11 about A Little Princess. By Francis Hodgson Burnett. Written in 1905. Where I was a time travelling vampire princess.