#wow guys ally is BACK huh

[azzifudd]

I miss your writing so much, if your in the writing mood if not totally understand complete ignore but a lil blurb based off of Paige building that shelf for princess like azzi asking Paige or not been having to ask Paige just doing it and azzi not doing anything at all and just admiring her would be so cute!!! But only if you want to do not want to pressure you at all hope ur doing well!!

hard at work

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

530 words

Azzi spots an unsure look on Morgan’s face as she watches Azzi drag a long cardboard box into the living room, dumping its contents all over the floor. The pieces clatter against the wood and a bag of nails clinks heavily as it falls out of the box.

“What?” 

She pulls out of her phone and snaps a quick photo of the mess piled in front of the couch.

“Are you gonna build that by yourself?” 

Aubrey snorts. 

Azzi frowns in response. “Wow, you guys don’t think I can do it?” 

“It’s not about whether you can do it,” Aubrey says. “I just know you won’t be.” 

“Why not?” Allie asks. “I believe in you, Azzi.” 

“Aww, thank you Allie. It’s nice to know at least somebody believes in me.” The apartment door opens then and Paige enters, with Jana close behind. Paige is carrying a drill and it whirs loudly when she holds it up in the air and presses the trigger. 

“Aight, where’s this shelf?” 

She looks only a little confused when everyone laughs.

“See! I told y’all Azzi ain’t building no shelf.” Aubrey cackles.

“But I could if I wanted to!” Azzi protests. “Tell them, Paige.” 

“Of course, baby.” Paige walks over, smacking a kiss to the side of Azzi’s head. “She just doesn’t wanna fuck up her nails.” 

That statement just leads to another round of jokes before Paige and Jana get to work on putting together the piece of furniture.

Barely an hour passes, with little actual progress being made, before most of the girls step out of the apartment to grab dinner. Only Paige and Azzi stay behind, with Paige claiming that she’ll have the shelf finished by the time they’re back because they had been too distracting.

“Ow! Fuck!” 

Azzi feels her heart drop into her stomach. She drops the instruction manual she had been glancing through and nearly sprints the few steps to where Paige is bent over holding her hand. 

“Paige?!” 

Azzi reaches over and clasps her hands over Paige’s.

“What happened?! I told you to be careful with the drill!” 

She holds her breath as she peels Paige’s fingers apart, steeling herself for a bloody mess. But Paige is just fine. The skin of her hands is smooth, flawless. Azzi looks up to find Paige with a wide grin on her face, shoulders shaking not from pain, but from laughter. 

“Ugh!” Azzi pushes at Paige’s shoulder, hard. “Asshole!” 

Paige laughs harder, catching Azzi’s hand and pulling her in close and wrapping her arms around her waist. They’re pressed so tightly together that she can feel how Azzi’s heart is still racing.

“Damn, you were really worried, huh.” Her tone is teasing, but her eyes are soft as she strokes a hand along Azzi’s lower back.

Azzi pouts. But she still puts her arms around Paige’s neck when Paige presses a kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I just thought it would be kinda funny.”

“You’re lucky I think you’re so cute.” Azzi scoffs, but she’s smiling anyways when Paige leans in to kiss her. 

The shelf is not done by the time the rest of the girls get back.

[petrichal]

Look, I really love KobyLu, but specifically KobyLu where Koby is a marine and Luffy is a pirate and nothing else, because I LOVE seeing how people handle Koby's inner conflict while also maintaining his dream in canon.

Lead this up with Luffy being himself; he's not fazed by what other people think of their relationship, doesn't give two shits about it, but he's emotionally intelligent-- he goes along with Koby's insistence that they talk away from prying eyes (and isn't it such a pirate thing to do, to duck and hide and whisper under the canopy of leaves, to steal away treasure under the dead of night? Luffy's selfish and possessive of those he loves, so he's gleeful that there's a world where he can see a side of Koby no one else can), and *absolutely no one* would think to ask Luffy about love or dating so it's all the more easier for him to not slip his secret, this back-and-forth meeting with a marine upstart, the first person he had met from when his journey had just begun.

And as time goes on, they both get stronger, monsters in their own right and maybe more distant. But Koby's a sap so every time he sees Luffy on the newspaper after a dangerous stunt, he thinks he's so reckless but he thinks it with such endless admiration and pride that he thinks his heart might just burst. (On the same stretch of ocean, Luffy sees news of Koby too, rising up in ranks after each new exploit and his excitement grows because Koby's gonna be an Admiral and one day, he's gonna have to chase Luffy too. and if he's going to replace one of those shitty Admirals in office, well, then that's a bonus as well.)

If anyone asks them why they keep looking at the newspapers, always staying at the same page and on the same picture, Koby would deflect. He's selfish in that way too; the longer he stayed with the Marines, the more he knew he had to act against the corruption within, and he wasn't about to ruin his career by claiming he's been seeing the future Pirate King in secret. There was also that promise he made to Luffy, something about "catching him eventually" that Koby should've probably thought about harder in hindsight but remembering Luffy's sunny grin made his admission all the more worth it.

(and Helmeppo would sigh, because he's been with this idiot for 2 years and while he can't see what the hell Koby's been seeing in Luffy, if he sees even a trace of that ratty straw hat on the front page of the news, he's gonna pass it to Koby.)

Luffy, though. Luffy is loud. To people close to him- his crew, his trusted allies- he'd yap their ears off about this shy marine guy with incredible tenacity and potential for power and everyone goes woah so you know him? he's a friend? he's your WHAT and he laughs because no one really asked him before and wow, this really is everyone's first time hearing about this, huh?

(and Law knows Koby- Koby the Hero, who was around during the Rocky port incident- and he turned towards the Strawhats with a questioning, alarmed stare only to be met by the same look. Secret brothers, and now a lover?, they'd mutter under their breaths. Zoro though, he looked like he was simply being told what the day was and raised an eyebrow as if it was no big deal. As if he knew already. what the fuck?)

So when Marine Captain Koby comes to visit (under the pretext of wanting to arrest Luffy), waving his hands like he was greeting a friend rather than an enemy, wide smile on his face to match Luffy's, the crew leans back and sighs, and let him chase their captain all around whatever island they'd be docked at at the time.

And, well, if they happen to settle by the shore after that, entangled limbs and hushed talks of dreams, the world, of what lies after holding hands and chaste kisses- that's Koby and Luffy's business entirely.

[transdimensional-void]

LMAO at not wanting Jon to be "special" God forbid he be anything besides Sansa's love interest huh? And you guys are always so confused on why you get so much push back on your ship

hi! wow my first ever angry anon. i’ve been on tumblr for, oh goodness, coming up on a decade soon. thank you, anon. you’ve finally made my tumblr experience complete.

as far as jon being special in a magical sense, i think he certainly is. i just don’t think that’s because he is rhaegar’s son. i think it’s because he is lyanna’s son. i don’t want rhaegar’s choice to abandon his wife and children to knock up a teenager for the purposes of a prophecy to turn out to have any justification. and if jon really is the fulfillment of the prophecy, then that would mean rhaegar was right. i am very invested in rhaegar not being right.

jon gets really cool wolf magic from his mom’s side, and he’s definitely going to play a part in resolving the issue with the others, an issue which likely has its origins back in the early days of house stark. it probably needs to be starks like bran and jon who figure out what is going on with the others and fix the situation. i don’t think it’s going to be something as simple as “stab one of them and it’s over.” lol

jon is certainly also special because of the incredible adaptability he has shown during his time at the wall. his ability to see beyond ancient prejudices and conceptualize the freefolk as allies speaks to his empathy and his innovation. i believe much of the rest of his story will focus on the political plotlines—retaking winterfell, uniting the north, finding more allies in the war for the dawn. he’s going to put everything he learned to good use.

but none of those things require him to be rhaegar’s son. only lyanna’s. lol get fucked rhaegar

[maliabakerenthusiast]

the charming hearts nation family

levi: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. ann: levi, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck. levi: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. ann: Well, I mean yeah. levi: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. ann: Wait, you just made them? levi: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. ann: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time levi.

night: lili , you need to calm down. lili , slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

gary: Why would you do that? val: Because I feel guilty. haylie: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

ann, texting king: sends a voice message king, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? ann: No, don’t worry, just listen later. later king: presses play ann's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

red: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. angie: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! red: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

ally: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. corn: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. red: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? ally, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

em: savvy, no. savvy: savvy, yes.

florian : How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? robyn: florian , it's four o'clock in the morning. florian : So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

lucky: ally, you're my best friend. ally: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. ally: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

em: How would you like your coffee? red: As dark as my soul. em: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

Cop: What are your names? ann: Don't tell them, red. Cop, writing: red… ann: Crap. red: Nice going, ann. Cop: red: Uh oh.

florian : Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. jr: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… lego: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. kate: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. lucky: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. lili : Mental stability, my old friend! florian : Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

gray: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! lego: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? grayy: What? No! What has orion been telling you? orion, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

In a group chat kenny: A pegan just flew into my window. savvy: Pegan? em: A what? lili : Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. lego: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! lili : Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. lego: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. jr: the disease is soreading

[kingofmyheart-19]

Begin Again - chapter 3

Alex POV

"Why are you so nervous?" Taylor asks me.

I jump up and down, "I'm not nervous. I'm excited."

"Excited that your crush is coming?" She teases.

I groan, "I should've never told you."

"Well, I mean you were gushing about your morning yesterday at the meeting. You wouldn't shut up about it." She says.

I punch her shoulder.

She raises her hands in surrender, "Hey, I'm happy for you. I want to meet her."

I nod, "You all will eventually. I just have to take this slow because we have kids and because, well-"

"Because what?" She asks.

I sigh, "She's a widow. Her wife died like six months ago."

Her eyes widen, "Whoa. Like whoa."

I bob my head, "Yeah. So I'm really taking it slow."

She claps my shoulder, "Well, it'll all work out. Will you point her out to me?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah."

We walk out and get onto the pitch.

We start warming up and I look around in search of Charlie, who I find quickly.

I then look next to her and see Mack and Riley.

I smile and wave to which they return.

I turn around and we finish warming up.

I quickly jaunt over, "Hi my Charlie!"

"Hi momma! Look! Riley and her momma are here!"

I smile and glance over at Mack and Riley.

"They are, huh? Goodluck kiss?"

She nods and my dad holds her over so that I can kiss her.

I walk to Mack and Riley.

"Hi, Alex!" Riley says.

I chuckle, "Hi! Have fun, yeah? See you guys after?"

They nod, "Go get 'em!"

I smile and jog away, into the locker room.

'Butterflies.’

Mack POV

"Okay. Spill. You like her." I turn with wide eyes to my mom.

I gulp then sigh and nod.

"Mom, I miss Ally still so much. She was the best thing that happened to me, gave me Riley. I don't even know if I'm ready, but Alex- I don't know how to explain it, she's funny, caring, and she has a way of making me spill my guts."

"She makes you feel safe just like Ally did." My mom says.

I look up, "I just don't know if I'm ready or if Ally would want that."

My mom kisses my head, "Ally would want you to be happy. To have someone to take care of you and Riley."

I sniffle and wipe my eyes, "I know you're right."

"Mack, you've been so strong through all of this. Time to let someone in to help take care of you."

I nod, "Thanks, mom."

We watch as the game gets started.

"I guess I'm going to have to learn about soccer." I say.

My mom laughs, "Just like you learned about football for Ally."

"Football still confuses me, Ally gave up on me understanding years ago. I just started cheering when she did."

My mom laughs, "Oh, I know."

The game goes on and I watch as Alex gets a pass from another player, turns, and kicks it into the back of the net.

"Mommy! Alex scored!" Riley shouts.

"She did!" I smile.

I clap and the half gets called.

"Riley! Did you see my momma score?! She always points at me!"

"That's so cool, Charlie!" Riley says and I smile.

"Can you come play after the game?" Charlie asks.

"Yeah!" Riley says and looks at me.

I smile and nod, "If it's okay with Alex, baby."

She nods and goes back to talk with Charlie.

The game resumes and continues on back and forth and finally finishes.

I watch as Alex walks over, "Hey."

"Hey superstar." I say and watch as she bites her lip.

"Momma! Time for Charlie to play!"

Alex chuckles, "Yeah, baby, it's your turn."

She reaches out and grabs her, setting her down.

"Riley come too?" Charlie asks.

Alex looks at me and I shrug.

"You want to go play with Charlie?" I ask Riley.

She smiles and nods.

"Okay. Are you sure?" I ask Alex.

She smiles, "Yeah, here. Come here, Riley."

I smile and feel butterflies in my stomach as Alex grabs her and sets her next to Charlie, the two taking off.

Alex looks at me and smiles, "See you in a bit."

She jogs to catch up to them, getting a ball on the way.

"Wow, that's- she seems really sweet."

I turn to my mom, "She's something, that's for sure."

I watch as Alex puts Charlie on her shoulders and scoops up Riley, then starts signing autographs.

"You're staring, honey."

I shake my head and look at my mom.

I smile, "How can I not stare at that? Riley is so comfortable with her already. It's like she-"

"Fits."

I nod, "Yeah, exactly."

They walk around and then come back, "Mommy! I signed an auto-a uh- what was it called, Alex?"

Alex laughs, "An autograph."

Riley nods, "Yeah! That!"

I chuckle, "Did you have fun?"

"So much fun. Can Charlie and I play?"

I laugh, "Oh yeah, Riley and Charlie wanted to play after your game."

She smiles widely, "Definitely. I need some food though."

"I can grab some sandwiches from this deli I love and meet at the park?" I ask.

"Yum! Yes, please."

I feel a nudge and look at my mom.

I sigh, "Also, Alex, this is my mom, Karen. Mom, Alex."

My mom smiles, "Nice to meet you, Alex. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

Alex's eyes widen, "Uh- yes? Yes, yes you will."

I smile and nod, "Okay then. We will see you at the park."

I grab Riley and watch as she hands Charlie over to who I assume is her mom.

I wave and watch as she heads to the locker room.

'Oh, I'm in deep.'

Alex POV

"Momma! Where's Riley?" Charlie asks from the swing.

I smile, "She's coming, baby."

She accepts that answer and I keep pushing her swing.

Shortly after, "Charlie!"

I turn and see Riley running towards the swing with Mack not far behind, carrying a bag.

I smile as Riley crashes into me, "Alex, can I swing too?"

I nod, "Sure."

I scoop her up and put her in the swing next to Charlie, alternating between pushing them.

"Hey, sorry, that took forever." Mack says.

I smile, "It's okay."

She smiles back at me and shakes her head, "Okay, so I got you a vegan sandwich, they told me it's really good, so I have to trust them, but if you hate it, I can go get something-"

"How'd you know I was vegan?"

She stops, "Uh, what?"

I smile when her ears turn red, "I asked how you knew I was vegan."

"Uh, um, okay. So I'm not creepy, I swear. Although, sometimes Ally would say I do weird things that if you didn't know me, would constitute as creepy-"

I laugh out loud.

She lets out a breath, "I kinda looked at your Instagram."

My eyes widen, "Really?"

She nods, "Yeah. Which how can you be vegan, but you ate pancakes yesterday?"

I laugh, "I'm mostly vegan. So like 80% of the time, I eat vegan, I leave room for real food."

She smiles, "Oh."

I nod, "But let's go back to the creepy thing-"

"Let's not! Here, eat!" She says quickly.

I chuckle as she shoves a sandwich into my hand.

"By the way, I want to know your insta handle."

Her ears become redder, "Uh, okay."

"So adorable." I mumble.

"What did you say?" She asks.

"Uh, nothing!" I shove the sandwich in my mouth.

I moan, "Holy shit, this is good."

"Momma! You said a swear!" Charlie says.

My eyes widen.

"That's a dollar, momma." She continues.

I swallow, "Uh, yup. You're right, baby."

I hear Mack stifle a laugh and I turn to glare at her.

She raises one hand in defense and shoves her sandwich in her mouth with the other.

I continue eating and we both push the girls on their swings.

"So, you're like really good." Mack says.

I smile, "Thanks. I've definitely changed as a player."

She nods, "You evolved."

I nod, "Yeah."

"I'll need to watch some old games of yours so I can compare." She says.

My eyes widen.

"You uh, don't need to do that." I say.

"I want to. I like learning, remember?"

I smile, "Yeah, I remember."

"Momma! We want out!" Charlie says.

"Please?"

"Please, momma! Riley and I want to go play on the slide."

I nod, "Okay."

We take them out and watch as they run to the slide.

I walk to a bench and sit down, Mack sitting next to me.

"So-"

"I-"

We both start and I smile, "You go."

She lets out a breath, "I- I've only known you really for like a week, I mean quite honestly, two days."

I nod.

"But I feel this connection, this something, and I can't describe it. I haven't like had this teenager like crush since Ally and I don't even know if I'm like fully ready, but I like you."

My eyes widen, "You like me?"

She stares at me and recounts her words, "Yep. Yes. That's what I said?"

I smile, "I like you too."

She looks down and plays with the ring on her finger.

I grab her hand, "We can go slow. Like as slow as you want or as fast as you want. I don't care."

She looks up at me and nods, "I'm like waiting for a sign from her. That it's okay to have feelings for someone else. I know that sounds insane, but-"

"It's not insane. You're always going to love her. She's always going to have a piece of your heart. I can share."

I see tears in her eyes and reach up to wipe them.

"Wow, my mom was right."

I chuckle, "Right about what?"

"You're sweet." She says.

I smile and nod, "Well. Can I take you on a date?"

She laughs, "Definitely. When?"

"Friday."

She smiles and pulls my hand to her lips, "Friday, it is."

Mack POV - Friday

I look in the mirror and fidget with my blazer.

'Ugh, Alex is like gorgeous and here I am.'

I shake my head.

"Mommy?"

I turn and see Riley who crashes into my legs.

"Hi, Riley bear."

"Where you going tonight, mommy?"

I smile and pull her up with me to sit on the bed.

"I'm going out with Alex."

She nods, "You guys going to have fun?"

I smile, "I hope so."

"You and momma used to go out. Are you going out with Alex like momma?" She asks.

I sigh.

I kiss her head, "Is that okay, Ry?"

She looks down, "I miss momma."

I squeeze her, "I miss her too, baby. Every day."

"We're not replacing momma?"

"Never, baby. Momma will always be your momma. She's watching over us. She just wants us to be happy."

She looks at me, "I like Alex."

I smile, "I like her too."

"And I like Charlie."

I kiss her head, "Charlie is cool."

"Want you to be happy, mommy." Riley says.

I kiss her head, "I will be. We both will be."

I hear the doorbell ring.

"That's Alex, mommy!"

She gets up and sprints out of my room.

I pick up the picture off of my nightstand.

"Hey babe. I will always love you. Always. I hope you like Alex. She's beautiful, just like you. She will probably keep me together, just like you. I'll be okay."

I look at my rings and pull them off.

I grab a chain off of my nightstand and slip them on, then put it over my head.

"Always, babe."

I stand up and walk downstairs.

I hear Riley giggling and see Alex tickling her.

"Whoa." I whisper.

She smiles, "Whoa yourself. Ready?"

I nod, "Okay, Riley. Be good, yeah? I'll be home later. I love you."

She reaches for me and I give her a hug, kissing her cheek.

"Did you check the closet for monsters?" She asks.

I nod, "Yup, I scared them all away."

She kisses my cheek, "Love you, mommy."

I set her down and she takes off.

"Bye mom!" I call.

"Bye honey! Bye Alex!"

We walk out the front door and Alex grabs my hand.

I pull her to a stop, "You look beautiful."

She smiles and leans in, kissing my cheek.

"So do you."

I feel my face heat up and she chuckles, squeezing my cheeks.

We get to her car and start driving.

'First date.'

[thatbanditqueen]

Basic Training Ch 3

A response to the prompt: "You're staring." Thanks to my harem cohort @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally @powerofelvis and @whositmcwhatsit

Summary: Bess heads to the dance the Morale, Welfare and Recreation Committee for the 37th armored tank division is throwing, and manages to avoid dancing with the most notorious soldier on post, who cannot seem to take his eyes off her.

Warnings: None! Wait, kissing. Swear words. This may be the slowest burn yet. Probably typos, I wrote about 1K words over the last three days and then the rest in a fever dream. So.... may not make sense. Also I am pretty sure the first phase of basic training would not have them in tanks yet, but....I am playing fast and loose with Army life in this one.

Word Count: 5. 3 K

This is my newest WIP, please like, comment, reblog and tag and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You can catch up on the previous chapters here

Basic Training Chapter 3: Just Kiss Me

Saturday, April 5, 1958

7:30 p.m.

The Schwartz Residence, Killeen

Just as her shoe hit the bottom stair, Bess realized she had left her lipstick in her room and was turning back around to grab it when she saw Kay sitting in the living room, dressed in a pink cocktail dress. Her puffy crinoline skirt was gathered in a heap around her as she shifted in place, adjusting her pearl necklace.

“Um, where do you think you are going?”

Kay looked up, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she eyed the tight, fitted sheath dress Bess was wearing. She smiled at how the white sequins and embroidered red flowers glowed iridescent in the dim light and whistled low.

“Who are you dressing up for? The guy who you snuck in last weekend?”

“What makes you think there’s a guy, Katherine, honestly. I don’t sneak men into our house.”

“Uh huh,  so you’re all gussied up in your favorite dress just for a bunch of enlisted soldiers?”

Kay grabbed her purse and followed her sister to the door.

“Why are you being weird Bess, I always come with you? You’ve been going to army dances since you were sixteen. I’m about to graduate, plus, I told Dickey I’d meet him there.”

Bess sighed, thinking of Kay’s latest boyfriend. She supposed that she should be happy because he seemed like a harmless nerd, and, according to the files she had pulled on him, was not married, inbred or bankrupt.

“I just - we - I didn’t invite you to this dance because it’s an enlisted platoon. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wow, you must really like who ever it is, if you don’t want me to see you with him. Too bad. Dori called earlier and told me to come. She’s been trying to reach you all day, by the way.”

Bess locked the door, and they got into her car.

“Can you believe her date?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Of course, then it all made sense why you guys would be messing around with an enlisted tank unit. How did Dori even get involved with their MWR Committee.”

Bess rolled up her skirt so she could comfortably drive, and shifted into reverse, arching her eye bow at her younger sister as she did.

“How do you think? She asked to be reassigned to it two weeks ago.”

“Man oh man, she really is lucky. I wonder if we’ll all get to dance with Elvis?”

“Look, Kay, they sent out a memo to everyone, do NOT make a spectacle over Private Presley. Just act like he’s any other solider”

“Of course Bessie bushka. I’m on my best behavior.”

Bess looked Kay in the eyes as they pulled through the base gate.

“I am just going because I told Dori I would, I don’t wanna stay too late. So maybe Dickey Rooney can drive you home if you wanna swing all night?”

“Yeah, sure, ja volt. You don’t have to be ein klafte, Elisabet.”

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The tight cloth of her dress didn’t have much give, and Bess regretted her choice as she tried to keep up and hold on as she danced

“Look, this is tactical move that requires delicate maneuvers—”

“I’m not spiking the punch, Jim.”

Bess huffed and got into her rhythm as they kept up with the band’s rendition of “Tutti Fruity.”  If she let her self relax and swing into each step, it was almost like old times when she, Jim and Ben used to go out dancing in Austin or Killeen and she’d take turns dancing with her fiancee and his best friend all night. They had been the three musketeers. But that was last year, when she had a fiancee. And a different future peering back at her from her crystal ball.

The music brought her out of her silent reverie, and Bess looked to her where the band was performing on stage. The lead singer’s voice reverberated through the building, echoing up into the tin ceiling and back down again, making the room buzz with energy. There were six people in the all-Black Flapjacks: drums, guitar, bass, trumpet and then a male and female vocalist. The men wore matching silver dinner jackets and black bow ties, and the beautiful, Black woman had on a gorgeous silver dress with tulle flowers at the bust.

Bess took a deep breath, her attention shifted back to Jim, whose hands were always steady, but never needy. She was grateful he had agreed to come when she called last night and asked. A year ago they had spent almost all their free time together. Stalwart, an honorable prankster, Jim wasn’t shipping out to the Army Intelligence station in Heidelberg for another two months and Bess wondered if their friendship would end. If Ben’s new German wife would win him over and, like his friend before him, Jim would forget all about the last three years of shared adventures and promises of a lifelong friendship. Men mean it in the moment, Bess thought, I suppose women do to. Forever. What a meaningless word. How can we plan forever when we cannot know the future? The song ended and Jim escorted her off to the side. She looked for her sister, and found her swaying with her beau towards the back, hands clasped together between the lock-eyed look of first love.

“I forgot how good a dancer you are, Schwartz. And in that dress, whoowee! You’re a knock out tonight.”

“You can cut the flattery, Jameson, still not spiking the punch.”

“S’not flattery, how dare you insinuate that I would be disingenuous? You look good all dolled up, s'nice to see you this way. It’s almost like fun Bess is back, though a year ago she wudda helped me spike the punch.”

He took out his large, dark leather flask and handed it to her after taking a nip. Bess’ face scrunched up in distaste as the vodka burned down her throat, but she greedily held on and took another long drink.

“A year ago I didn’t work here, I was just hanging out with some of the reprobates from the German language division. Now it would be bad form for a Front Office secretary to spike the punch.”

“Look around, Bessie, this crowd needs to relax. They’re alllllll keyed up waiting for that Hound Dog.”

Jim was right, a heightened sense of anticipation pervaded the warehouse, even the strings of colorful paper lanterns seemed to sway with anxious excitement above them. Bess looked over at the big bowl of punch, next to the trays of deviled eggs, brisket sliders, the lime jello mold filled with seafood salad, pineapple upside down cake and more. She was sizing up the punch and checking her breath as they waited for the next song when she heard a wave of hushed murmurs ripple through the large room and turned to see Elvis, Dori and a few other soldiers in dress uniform enter the dance together. Bess’ eyes narrowed as Elvis’ looked at her.

Jim followed her gaze, then met Bess’ eyes.

“There he is, as handsome as he looks in the movies.”

Bess’ grimace could have cut through glass as she turned to her friend and elbowed him.

“Not you too?”

“What, art thou so high above us mere mortals that you don’t find Elvis Presley attractive, Schwartz? To gouache for a scholar like you?”

“It’s Private Presley now. And I’m not made of marble, Captain. Of course I recognize his attractive features. He just isn’t my type.”

She sniffed, and grabbed the flask from inside Jim’s uniform, the breath coming out of her nose forcefully as she drank a long draught.

“I’ve met him, actually, already. I was there.” Bess took another drink, tipping the flask back again and noticing that the liquid didn’t burn so much this time. “When he asked Dori out. I’m happy for her.”

Elvis and Dori began walking toward them, and Jim noticed how Bess’ stance changed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, suggesting that she what felt was the opposite of 'happy for Dori.'

“Well, I was at the press conference his first day here, at least four reporters asked if he has a girlfriend. Said he was playing the field so many times, sounded like a broken record.”

Bess straightened as she watched Elvis’ hand tighten around Dori’s waist and push under her bust while the blonde leaned into it and introduced Elvis to some of the eager MWR committee members who had stopped them.

“Yeah, that would be the alternate version of Hound Dog, it’s on the B side.”

Jim chuckled at Bess’ joke, but she didn’t notice, she was busy watching the Hound Dog himself, and caught Elvis glance over at her and give a little nod before his lips bent into a smirk. She realized she was frowning and plastered a big smile on her face. Jim watched this exchange with interest as Bess turned back when he spoke.

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Definitely not your type.”

Bess scowled and whispered for him to stop as Elvis, Dori and another soldier approached them.

“Why Captain Daniels, how nice to see ya over at this little ol’ dance for the 37th, are you Bess’ date ta night? Or sneaking in to try and meet you-know-who?”

Dori giggled and playfully tapped Elvis’ chest. In case, you know, they didn’t get whom she was referencing.

Jim nodded and shook his hand to stop Elvis and the other soldier from saluting him.

“Oh, neither, actually, I’m just here to make sure Schwartz doesn’t spike the punch.”

“Don’t believe a word the Captain here says. This is a great introduction, by the way. Captain Daniels, meet Private Presley, you know Doreen of course, and then, well, I cannot say we’re acquainted.”

The liquor had loosened Bess up and she giddily put out her hand to the other soldier, as Elvis fiddled with the blue dress uniform cap under his right arm and took charge of the conversation.

“This is Rexadus, I mean, uh, Private Mansfield, he’s in the 37th wit me, another Mephisss boy, we were inducted ta gather, actually." Now Elvis was turning his hat over and examining it, speaking with confidence, almost as if from a script he had rehearsed in his head. "He’s a solid, solid, guy. He really is. Guess I’m lucky, since he’s spending all his time stuck in a metal box with my ass - I mean stuck with my behind.”

Rex her shook their hands with tight, swift grip and a warm smile. Jim raised his eyebrows at Bess.

“And how do you find the Army, so far, Privates?”

“Well, it was easy ta find, just follow all the tanks.” Elvis  smiled and  looked down. “Nah, well, speaking’ jus for me, I mean, I was real honored when President Eisenhower sent me an invitation to this here costume party, and all the boys are real nice."

There was that scripted voice again, Bess mused. She had seen under the hood and Elvis' attitude toward being drafted had not struck her as honored and grateful.

"It’s not easy, golly, I tell you, it’s really whooping my - uh - caboose. But I never felt I earned my supper so well, that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Dori giggled like Elvis was the wittiest man in the world, but he barely noticed, his eyes were focused on Bess and she coughed, uncomfortably. It was hard not stare back. She almost forgot to breathe, and exhaled deeply as she forced herself to look over at the band.

Her eyes trailed over to the food, and she looked back at Elvis with concern, knowing he rarely actually went to the mess hall. He had been meeting her at her back stairwell every evening at 5:15, opening her car door and getting in without even asking. As if it were his own car and sliding across her seat was the most normal thing in the world. It actually did seem normal now, and had become part of her daily routine these last three days. They sat there in their own private enclave, and every time, as he laid his head between her thighs and rubbed her waist, she told him that they were just friends hanging out. Yesterday they’d talked past dinner hours and she’d ask him if he didn’t want to go to get food, prompting Elvis to share how someone had yelled out in line at him Monday, asking if he missed his teddy bears, and he hadn’t gone back since. Sergeant Norwood’s wife, apparently, was providing him with a loaf’s worth of peanut butter sandwiches every night. But that wouldn’t have happened this evening and Bess thoughtfully looked over at the food table.

“You must be hungry. All of you, I mean.” Bess stuttered, trying not to stare at Elvis, which, for some reason, backfired, because consciously trying not to made her think about him even more and she failed horribly at being able to stray from his blue eyes for very long. “Because you just got here. Of course.”

Dori smiled and took this as her cue to play hostess and lead Elvis away to the refreshments.

“Yes, of course, of course, y’all must be hungry, doing those tank exercises all day. I made the seafood dip over there in the jello mold, it’s a recipe from Ladies’ Home Journal, you simply must try it and tell me what you think.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t, don’t eat seafood.”

“The brisket is pretty good.” Bess chimed in.

Dori smiled even deeper.

“Hmm, well, I suppose it’s probably ok for a Yankee like ya self, Bess honey.”

She pulled her arm tighter around Elvis, leading him to to the brisket as Bess heard her say, “Personally, I find Millie’s brisket a little bland and dried out, but come on, you’re a growin’ boy, need to refresh ya energy.”

Dori’s giggle trilled back as she walked him away and Bess frowned again when Elvis turned back over his shoulder, clearly grinning deeper as he took in Bess’ eyes following him.

She made small talk with Rex, mentioning how the last time she had heard this band, The Flapjack’s, they had played all of Elvis’ big hits and there had been none tonight.

“He bribed them.”

Rex whispered, looking over at where Elvis and Dori stood, as she fed him a deviled egg and then a brisket slider, sticking her finger in his mouth to lick the barbecue sauce off. Her high laugh echoed all throughout he warehouse, prompting Bess to roll her eyes.

“Bribed them?”

“Yeah,” Rex continued. “Not to play ‘Hound Dog,’ not to play any of ‘em. And he bought cases of cigarettes for all the guys in our unit. He wants to make sure tonight is nice, smooth, and normal. As it can be for him, I suppose.”

Before she had the opportunity to inquire further Bess was distracted by the band as they started up a new song, a rendition of Johnny Mathis’ “Chances Are,” and she watched Dori squeal that she loved this song.

 Bess smiled at Rex.

“Well Private, want to cut a rug?”

He hesitated. “Uh, I think -" he looked over at Elvis, who was making his way to the corner of the dance floor. “Probably better if I don’t, gonna go check out the chow.”

“C’mon, you little Yankee, I’ll dance with you, even if you have no taste in brisket.” Jim took her hand and raised his eyebrow. “By the way, Elvis Presley is in love with you Bess.”

“Stop it, Jameson.”

“Did you see how his buddy hardly touched you?”

“How would he know? These boys don’t talk about their crushes in their bunks at night. ‘Sides,he is here with a date.”

“Oh fooey! Elvis doesn’t have to tell him anything, all Rexadus, or anyone need do, is clock how that boy looks at you and, man, that’s all she wrote. You don’t dance with another soldier’s girl, it’s the code. Dori doesn’t stand a chance, honey, he’s just too polite to turn her down. I bet his mama is just like her. Which is probably why he likes you.”

Bess gave him a stare.

“Ok, maybe not exactly like Dori. I cannot see the good Mrs. Presley making you go all the way to Dallas so she can dress shop at the boutiques. They were share croppers, right?”

Bess nodded at Jim as she swayed with him, attempting very hard not to look over at where Elvis and Dori slowly danced.

“Something like that. Very very poor. But Jim, you dance with me, and I was your friend’s girl for two years.”

“That’s different Bess, I hate most women.” Jim looked back over at Rex and his voice trailed off. "Most people, actually. You are saving me from all the eager beavers here looking to snag an officer as a husband.”

“Well, looking around, some of them would probably settle for snagging just a night with an officer.”

They laughed and Jim led her around the dance floor in perhaps the most chaste slow grip of any of any officer or gentleman that danced a slow dance that evening.

The song ended, and the band kept going with their version of Sam Cooke’s hit “You Send Me.”

Bess could not help herself, and found her eyes move to watch Dori press her cheek to Elvis’ and it made Bess’ stomach clench inadvertently. Elvis’ eyes locked on hers while he pulled Dori tighter to him, tilting his head with a smirk. Something in his eyes told Bess he could tell how much she envied her girlfriend, a fact she refused to even concede to herself as she looked away, scanning the room for her sister. To her dismay, Kay was now kissing her dweeby young lieutenant toward the back of the warehouse, not so much dancing as staggering back and forth in place.

Hitting someone’s shoulder, Bess turned to apologize until she saw Elvis had moved Dori right behind them. She stepped hard on Elvis’ foot, then apologized loudly and profusely. That didn’t get him to scout off and they remained dancing next to each other as Jim ignored Bess’s pinches at his wrists clearly signaling for him to lead her away.

“Why hello there, Moo Moo, fancy bumping into you here?”

Dori smiled big and pushed her hands further up around Elvis neck as she swayed to the rhythm.

“Moo Moo? Y’all are gonna havta tell me bout that” Dori giggled. “And look at you Bessie, honey, I just LOVE your dress.” Her eyes moved to Jim. “Y’all having fun?”

Bess stepped closer to Jim, nodding and avoiding the coy irreverence in Elvis’ dark blue eyes as she slyly tried to navigate her partner away from them. She kicked Jim’s shin to let him know that if he did not politely guide her away this very instant she would begin to kick harder.

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Leaning against the wall during a ballad, Bess found herself making a mental note that Elvis’ seemed to avoid dancing to the faster songs. During this one, he had gone off to get some punch and then started walking in her direction only to be assaulted by a troop of MWR committee members, offering him samples of the desserts they had baked as a pretext to come and talk to him. Bess smiled as one asked him to dance, then turned at Mabel’s voice, observing the rosy glow of the other secretary’s cheeks.

“Mhmmm, the punch is good tonight.”

Bess smiled, then leaned in to smell Mabel’s glass.

“How many of these have you had, Mabel?”

The older woman replied without missing a beat. “Five.”

“I’m cutting you off, I think it’s been spiked.”

“Of course it has. By me.” Mabel took her glass back, gulping the rest down with a wink. “Someone needed to liven up this funeral. Hold this for me, won’t you?” She asked, and Bess’ jaw dropped a bit as she watched Mabel cut in on Dori.

Bess wondered if Mabel still preferred Burt Lancaster to the movie star she currently leaned her head against, happily watching her colleague cozily nuzzle into Elvis tall frame. He was a good sport, joking and swaying with Mabel for a second dance,  then stepping to the side and chatting with another swarm of woman who tried to contain their eagerness as they brought him another tribute of dessert platters.

Bess danced to The Flapjacks performance of “Jambalaya,” but quit as the music turned toward more and more ballads while the night went on. It was late, the people on the dance floor seemed to have coupled up and the decorum had slowly fallen to the wayside as the senior personnel disappeared. The air fell thick with a heady, hazy lust provoked by the swell of sweet, slow rhythm and blues and the release dancing provided from the stress of barracks life. Jim had ducked out, and Bess wished she had given Kay her keys and gone with him. She managed to stay as far away from Elvis as she could through he evening, which wasn’t hard. If Dori was not monopolizing him, he only made it a few feet before another woman tapped on his shoulder. During this time, Dori had cornered her and begun drilling Bess for information, asking why she didn’t pick up her phone anymore, and what the deal was with Elvis.

“Moo Moo? Is that a nick name? Are you sure y’all are just friends? Honey, say the word, and I will be on my way. I do not throw myself at men.”

Thinking of their double date last week, Bess restrained herself from explaining that this seemed to be Dori’s primary hobby.

“I promise, it’s a silly nick name, Moo Moo is what he called his childhood cow named, get this, Bess. I’m telling you, Doreen, we’ve just accidentally stumbled into a very casual friendship.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and looked out at Elvis laughing with his dance partner.

“He's lonely, and just jives more with women. You saw him with Mabel in the office. I’m not saying I see wedding bells in your future either. But then again, Dori, you don’t want to get romantically involved with Elvis Presley, do you? I can only imagine the havoc he is going to wreak on the girls in this town once he gets his bearing and into phase two. That boy is a fast operator, so fast you don’t even know what happened and boom, you’re asking him out.”

Dori narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm. Well, honestly I don’t want to marry him, Bessie Boo. I just want to experience him. He is so soft, Bess. That jaw! And those eyes. Ufffff. And when he kisses you, oh, it’s like having lightening strike your cheek. I’m fixin’ to get more before the night is over, hopefully with my mouth.”

She winked as the song ended, and strode off to get him back. Bess had to giggle at the glare Dori shot a younger girl from the switchboard office who looked like she was about to ask Elvis to dance.

Lonely, awkward, and ready to be done, Bess rolled off the wall and told Kay she was ready to leave. Her sister politely told her to get bent, promising Dickey would drive her home. So Bess subtlety slipped out of the side door next to the stage and made her way towards her car, ambling slowly in the cool evening air. Bess found it a sweet respite from the crowded, stuffy ware house stuffy. Out here, it was peaceful, and she savored the darkness as she looked up into the black sky. The stars and moon were hidden by some clouds, and Bess tried to get lost in the murky shadows as she wandered away from the sounds of the dance. She begged the wind to tamp down the anxious buzzing in her head. It was then, when she paused in the passage way between two tall buildings, that she heard the sound of footsteps following her, and turned to see a tall, dark figure striding toward her with purposeful, swift steps. His shoulders were back and his hands were out and he slowed when he heard Bess speak.

“All dressed up and marching in a hurry, huh? Loose your parade, Tupelo?”

Elvis’ gait turned into a wide swagger and Bess stumbled into the building backing away from the force of Elvis’ magnetism. It was not a smart escape strategy because he followed in step, his hands on his waist as he looked her over.

“Al - al - always, the smart ass, huh?”

“I’ve been a smart ass my whole life, Tupelo. Try to keep up.”

Elvis shook his head, chuckling low.

“You’re staring. Stop it.”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to stare at you, shoulda worn a different dress.”

She gasped, and Elvis stepped closer, his right arm up against the wall while his left moved over her waist and he whispered into her forehead, his voice was low, teasing, almost babyish.

“Be honest, Moo Moo, did you come out here cuz you wanted me to chase you?”

Bess looked at the eaves of the building above her, she could hear the faint sound of the band back at the dance playing “The Girl Can’t Help It” and Elvis hips swayed very slowly at half time with the beat.

“Nope, I, I was leaving, actually.”

“How could you leave without dancing with me, baby. Not even once. An ya hardly even talked to me all night. Every other girl in there is ready and rearin' ta pounce on me, but you make me come chase after you?”

“I’m - I’m not like very other girl, Elvis. I’m not trying - trying to ….”

The way his thumb trailed up her arm made Bess shudder and she lost her train of thought.

“Hmmm. Not tryin’ to what, Moo, huh?”

He leaned into her ear as he spoke, and the skin on her bare shoulder prickled as his thumb rubbed over it while he whispered softly.

His voice was warm on her neck, and it reminded her of the first summer Mama drove her and Kay down to Galveston spontaneously for a week. They had stayed in a cheap motel across from the beach and enjoyed the warm Gulf water while eating fried shrimp and hush puppies and getting sunburnt. There, in the golden sun of the Texas Gulf, Bess had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to move through the world. No, standing where the sun met the surf had set her free, and she had become a wild animal dancing in the water and screaming into the waves while the sand crabs tickled her feet.

Elvis’ breath on her neck had the same effect. She felt wild, relaxed, totally at the whim of her body as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at his half-lidded eyes. She wanted to pull him close and scream into his mouth, howl at the untamed force of nature that rippled beneath his cheeks. He tightened his hand at her waist and kissed her neck, but then stepped back at her shudder.

“Ya scared not scared of me, Moo Moo, are you?”

She shook her head, but trembled as Elvis fingers feathered lightly down her arm.

“You don’t never have to be scared of me, baby, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Elvis, I -”

He kissed her neck again, murmuring into her skin. The top of his cap rubbed into her hair. “Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can jus… Talk?””

Just as Bess began to answer, she felt a light sprinkle of water on her nose and looked up as it started to drizzle down on them. The rain brought her wits back to her and she gently pushed Elvis away, feeling the water increase and her hair slip down over her face. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are here on a date with someone else, and I have to go home.” Squeezing him in a tight hug, she kissed his cheek one last time as he nodded, before removing her heels and sprinting off through the puddles to find her car.

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Bess had managed to wash her face and get her dress off before she succumbed to the extreme need for a pot of hot tea. Now she stood in her kitchen, towel drying her hair and shivering as she waited for the kettle to boil. Hearing a knock at the door, she yelled out hurrying to the front of the house.

“Kay, the door is open! Or is numbnuts a catching disorder -  shit.”

There was Elvis, hat in hand, on her front doorstep.

“Numbnuts?”

She swayed to the side, watching the back of a white Studebaker whirl around the corner. A white Studebaker very much like the one Mabel owned.

“My sister’s boyfriend is not the sharpest shooter in his platoon.” She held her robe closed as she looked down at her thin, white silk night gown. The thin matching robe didn’t do much, but she felt more decorous pulling it over herself.

“Did Mabel sneak you off post?”

Elvis grinned mischievously and strode past her into the house

“Hello to you too, Bessie, whatcha cookin, good lookin'?”

Closing the door, she shoved him as he walked backwards down the hallway.

“Don’t you hello me, what are you doing here?”

Elvis unbuttoned his jacket, and draped it around her shivering body.

“Still cold honey?” He drew her in, rubbing her shoulders. “Let me see if I can warm ya up.”

His jacket was still cozy with the heat of his body as he drew Bess into him. Breathless, she let him enclose her in his embrace, folding her arms into his chest as she lifted her chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“There she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.”

Elvis leaned down to bundle her further into him, his hands moving inside her open robe to caress the sides of her body, his nose stroking hers as she closed her eyes and whispered into his jaw.

“Elvis, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know honey.” He pulled her closer, kissing her cheek at the fold of her earlobe as Bess crushed into his.

Her mind was racing, racing the with knowledge that at any moment her 17 year old sister would come home and probably know how to work the door knob. Racing with the knowledge that her father and mother were flying back to Waco tomorrow and she needed to be rested and alert when she drove to pick them up. Racing with the knowledge that Elvis Presley was the absolutely worst choice for a romantic entanglement or fling, not just because he was famous, handsome, rich and probably already dating any number of women in Los Angeles, Memphis and God knows where else. And therefore, an unimaginable person to be seen with publicly or explain to her family.

But it was worse than that, she could already tell, from the way her mind bent towards him all through the day when he wasn’t around, and directed itself to him with an intense, buzzing focus when he was. For these reasons, she knew he would be the worst kind of all-consuming distraction that she could possible let herself get involved with right now.

Her mouth had other plans. Namely, how could it find his mouth?

“Elvis.” She mumbled as her lips brushed the nape of his neck and her hands wrapped around his body.

“Yes Bess?”

He looked down at her as she tried to find the words she wanted to say.

“I - I - I”

“I know honey, you don’t date soldiers.”

She smiled a lazy, goofy half smile.

“Mmmhmmm.”

He gripped her tighter, pinching the flesh at her sides.

“Honey, dating is not the word on my mind right now. I am not interested in asking you on a date.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I do not have no intention of driving up to your house in my pink Cadillac.”

He kissed her nose.

“I don’ wanna have to come meet ya mama and shake your daddy’s hand.”

He kissed her cupid’s bow.

“And I definitely ain’t about to take you out to fancy restaurant and buy you dinner.”

He kissed her lightly on the top of her mouth, his teeth grating over her lip.

“I do not want to date you, Bess.”

“Good, because I don’t want to date you either.”

“So don’t date me, baby. Jus kiss me.”

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Smokey and Liang have one kid who's the reincarnation (of sorts) of a powerful Energy based being, five kids who have strong nature powers as well as Guan Yin's blessing, a mini me of Smokey himself, two rambunctious Werewolf kids that probably have Celestial powers and (future) twins who are Liang's mini mes.

No wonder the Gods are scared, that's some army. I'm amazed any Demons even bother to mess with the pilgrimage. 😅😅

Though if there's anyone who needs to send a S.O.S to their counterparts/allies, it's the Reborn!Jade Emperor. 😂😂

referencing this post XD

Just multiple Jade Emperors on call with eachother asking for help with the monkeys.

Reborn!JE: "Please, their first born is the manifestation of positive chaos. They've adopted two of Revati's children." Netflix!JE: "You think thats bad? My monkey destroyed my palace! And now he's back on earth Multiplying!!" HeroIsBack!JE: "Sun Wukong got out??" NewGods!JE: *dial tone* 2000scartoon!JE: "Can't be too bad. I'm getting harassed every other week by demons, rogue celestials, my own rebelling staff, and Wukong himself." Reborn!JE: "Guys please. He has like nine..." *someone updates* "Wait they're what!? Oh sweet Pure Ones! They're having twins!!" LMK!Azure Lion: "Wow, I took a bad time to pick up the phone huh?"

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BRO WHATS WITH BOOGEYKILL? It’s only been 10 minutes??? Scott??? BDUBS???? WHAT IS HAPPENING??? SKIZZ AGAIN??? On brand for Bdubs to do it to the guy that just got killed. Within 1 minute of the choosing. I can’t I’m crying so hard right now. It’s not even a clever play anymore this is just hilarious. Skizz’s heartfelt speech while Joel and Jimmy are dying in the background. This ain’t about them. Joel bringing Boat Boys over into this. No wonder Etho replaced him with a cow. And of course Etho taunts him back about Jimmy replacing him, and of course he kills the cow. They’re referencing ALL the previous series. So many things are happening at the start. Wow. Everyone is just trying to ally with Etho. Everyone really be dying in pairs. Skizz again. They just can’t keep a cow alive. WHO TNTED THE COWS LOOOOOL?!?! Everyone is dropping like flies.

The complete U-turn once the vexes come out and then the hilarious cutscene back to the meeting room. Everyone REALLY wants Etho’s tnt. “Come here Bdubs…I need an easy boogey kill and it doesn’t get easier than you.” Bdubs never let go of the deadweight allegations lol. Etho and his tnt tree farms. Skizz and Bdubs slap fight lol. Bad boys going out of bounds lol. Joel’s deadpan threat of making himself yellow to get Etho back. Truly another wizard moment. Etho is so happy about his tnt. How many redstone geniuses does it take to craft a power rail. And of all people, it’s Skizz that makes them. Wait why did Grian afk? And why is Bdubs so clingy to Etho? HOW HAS SCAR MISSED WITH THE TNT MINECARTS SO MANY TIMES?!? How is everyone dying so much. WHAT IS HAPPENING?? BDUBS WAS THE THIEF ALL ALONG!! And of course the trap didn’t get him. Also what is causing the timer to glitch? Was it a bubblevator tnt? Also rip Tango’s tower. I wonder if there’s anyone who hasn’t died yet. Grian slain by PUFFERFISH??? HE WAS SO CAREFUL, WAS ANTICIPATING IT, AND STILL DIED TO THE CREEPER LOL. TORCHES LOL. Bdubs heckling him lol.

Etho with the banana code again. Tango and Etho making fun of Skizz’ incredibly obvious plan. Huh Etho’s rping the deadbeat dad a lot. Especially by making Scar and Bdubs turn on each other. HALF A HEART??? Every green has a yellow going after them for lols. “Off you go Joel!! Oh I fell - thank you. You saved me! You saved Joel so that I can kill you!” WHAT A SCENE!!! HE LANDED IN THE MLG. HE WASNT EVEN BOOGEY!! TOO GOOD TO BE SCRIPTED. What is happening. How did Martyn hit the ground he was in WATER. Impulse still the luckiest bastard ever. Etho trying to have a moment with Joel. Wait where was Martyn hiding?? Yes Etho what a great idea. Pull the tnt minecarts towards you. SCOTT’S PERFECT TIMING BEHIND THEM. HE JUST WATCHED THE TNT MINECART SLOWLY ROLL IN HIS DIRECTION LOL. SKIZZ NEARLY DIED SWIMMING AND TANGO HAS TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR HIM LOL. Triple kill!!! Skynet, the mob farm, and pretty much unlimited deaths were the best things to ever happen to this server. Was Etho's mob farm just supplying the entire server for tnt? “I’m impressed Etho, that’s possibly the best work you’ve ever done.” “Thank you Cleo. Also that was so mean” LOL “Not overrated… his skills were from back in the day” and Bdubs defending Etho’s redstone when they’re talking about his pvp skills. HE CALLED HIMSELF WASHED UP AHHAHAAHAH. Omg this scene is ICONIC. Etho just envisioning all the trash talk in his comments. THUMBNAIL IS ONE WORD LOL. Bdubs behaving exactly like an ethogirl in the comments making everything worst. YOUTUBE IN GENERAL LOL. What an episode.

The clocker RP is so good. Babysitting and also bullying Bdubs. Etho loves his tnt. And him just listening on Jimmy’s streamer talk. Ah they went after their wheat because of bread bridge. And his bridge too. This family dinner rp is too real omg. “I like that she’s quiet.” Omg. “Well this is nice” after the tnt gets placed down. OH DID HE CUT OUT THE ABSENT FATHER ROAST?!?!? They’re ACTUALLY playing fetch chicken with the tnt minecart. I can’t believe this. “Little bit of a baby throw” this is real incomprehensible family games right here. The trust exercise with the useless redstone torch. TWO?!? LOL THEY BLEW THEMSELVES UP AS EXPECTED. CLASSIC. WHAT DID THEY THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?! “You dropped the ball.” BRO.

Watching the clip compilation ep 6 by Molecoid. Has the no thumbnail and the intro LOL. He compared Skizz and Scar’s abs….. why. ZombieGem absolutely roasting Etho. “Why would I ever listen to you?” A scar trap lol. “Why are you saying re in front of it?” LOL Joel and Jimmy are so desperate. Impulse is so bad at lying. HE DIDNT EVEN HIDE HIS STASIS CHAMBER AND SCAR FOUND IT AND KILLED HIM IMMEDIATELY. He resets it and Scar gets him again. Why would he reset it right there. HE DIES TO HIS OWN TRAP LOL. Martyn witnessing the downtime of Etho and seeing him turn red is such a lucky find. Wait how did Bdubs survive that end crystal. Just as he’s warning Etho from the family dinner too. ZOMBIEGEM ABSOLUTELY ROLLED HIM OMG. HE BARELY EVEN TRIED SHE LITERALLY BROKE HIS SHIELD WITH SWORE CRITS AND ENDED IT. HE GOT LIKE 2 HITS IN AND THEY WERENT EVEN CRITS. DIDNT EVEN BREAK HER SHIELD. “Wrench of a wife” LOL. SHE WASNT EVEN USING HER SHIELD. SHE UPHILL SWORDED HIM WHEN HE HAD A DIAMOND AXE. SHE WAS ON TWO HEARTS AND SHE STILL HIT HIM LIKE 10 TIMES AND KILLED HIM AGAIN. OH MY GOD HE IS WASHED.

“Yeah I lost my audio” he says over clips of him getting absolutely demolished by the clockers LOL. What a significant look between Grian and Etho. Wow things really have changed this series. Etho doesn’t even pretend to not be the boogey. HE PULLED THE “YOURE ADOPTED” CARD OOOOOOH 1v3s without pregapping; 1/4 the damage was from his own firework, dies to lag from Grian while Scott cleans up. Classic. Quad kill!! Of course people trapped spawn. That firework through the waterfall kill on Jimmy was pretty cool.

Classic Jimmy Trying to get Scott again with the fishing rod slow tnt minecarts. Joel died to glass in the water??? LOL. Etho just hitting every single block and taking fall damage at the worst time possible. HE KEEPS OPENING VC LOL. Bdubs trying to mediate between Scar and Etho lol. HE FELL OFF, CLUTCHED, OFFHANDS HIS AXE AND USES A PICK, AND THEN DIES TO A SKELETON. HES WASHED. AND THEN A WOLF STOLE HIS KILL LOOOOOL. Bdubs taking pity on him. This is such an iconic moment but Skizz’ skin is killing me. “You’re a standup guy. I appreciate you, I love everything about you. I just wish you were better at this game.” AND AXE CRITS SKIZZ LIKE THAT. BRUTAL. EXECUTES HIM WHILE LAUGHING. Skizz’s ghostly “Me too” is also great. What an ending.

He finally got a tnt minecart kill! “Tango this is Minecraft. Why don’t you have blocks?” Pearls game was rigged to kill all three. Etho was smart enough to pick the house that had its undersides all blown up lol. IMPULSE FINALLY GETS A END CRYSTAL KILL!!! BEAUTIFUL. Scar with the excellent sword names. Etho got Grian!!! Etho’s just all by himself, in the sky, talking to ghosts. Oh you can shoot into the border now? How many times did Etho kill Grian?? With the fireworks through water each time as well??? And Scar cheering on Etho in the chat. ETHO HAD TO PROMPT GRIAN TO ENACT THE LOYALTY SWORD LOL!!! FANDOM LIED TO ME!!!! I thought it was a secret low key thing that would only appear at the beginning and end and would be Grian initiated but no!!!! Grian is so happy to live out his dreams of being rescued and partnered with Etho. He’s so time hungry omg. Turning immediately on Pearl. Giving a fair 1v1 to Pearl was very kind of him. He’s still washed though. He died to fall damage just like Grian lol. Half his health gone to his own firework too. He pinned the fluffing comment HAHA

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 439 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

God, I was looking forward to doing this chapter review today but then my day really started off not as good as I hope for. But it’s ok. I just hope that this review will be uplifting for me while it’s being made. Anyways, CH. 439 EVERYBODY!! WOOOOOOOO!!! I LOVED READING THIS CHAPTER. SO, LET’S GET INTO IT.

Um... Jichang? Try him. 😀

UMMM... SORRY JICHANG, WHAT WAS THAT? CAN'T HEAR YOU FROM THE SOUNDS OF GETTING YOUR ASS BEAT... 🙄

Wow. So it really has come to this, huh? I didn't wanna do a Master vs. Student comparison because Daniel was trained by Gun, not James. Although James didn't personally train him, Daniel did get some of his moves from him so he's clearly a beast... Damn.

Daniel Park, a model? 👀 I can't believe I made a clothing brand flyer out of these panels. 💀💀💀

Tbh the Allied shirt that Daniel is wearing looks so fucking dope. 🔥 If PTJ ever drops the actual merch for Allied, I really wanna purchase one so badly. The design is so sick, and you already know Imma stunt on them hoes if I ever get my hands on a shirt. 🤪

He's really just playing around with them, huh? Especially Daniel. 😭

I swear, Hudson and Jay are only in this chapter to provide reactions to the fight. They really do be representing the crowd. 🔥 THE CROWD SAYS :O

This shot of Jichang is so cool ngl... and hot. 💀💀

Bruh he really do be thinking this.

JESUS CHRIST- DANIEL IS GETTING SLICED AND DICED LIKE HE'S A STALK OF VEGETABLES. PEPPERS? OK! ONIONS? YOU GOT IT! GARLIC? I GOT YA COVERED!!! 😜🌶🧄🧅

Jichang looking all sinister, like he about to end Daniel with the most deadliest Karate chop of the century. BUT OH GOD, DANIEL NOOOOOOOOO!!! 😭😭😭😭

*inhales* Bro... you guys had no idea how much I was jumping at that first panel right here. Jumping and running around and shit. My reaction was literally, "No... Noooo wayyyy... Nooooo FUCKING WAAAAYYYYYYYYY... PTJ, YOU'RE LYING!!!!!! IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING????? OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! UI DANIEL IS BAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!" 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

And not me anticipating a Gun Park memory because it always happens whenever Daniel is in UI... (or at least, Gun is mentioned whenever he's in the zone... Auto Zone. 😩 If you get the reference, ily.)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S GUNNNNNNN!!!! I KNEW IT, WE'RE GONNA GET ANOTHER SCENE WITH THIS HOT ASS MESS OF A MAN. 😩😩🔥🔥🔥🔥 UGGGHHHH IMMA CREAM ON HIM I SWEEEAAAARRRRRRRRR. HE CAN EAT ME UPPPPP AND BEAT THIS COOCH UP ANYDAY. GOT ME QUIVERING SHIIIIIII 😩😩😩💢💢💢💢💢 Also, is he NAKED??? 😳 Bruh. He's naked around Daniel, but he isn't naked around his previous successors. Hmmm... do I sense... favoritism? And why is Daniel kneeling down in front of him. Don't tell me they "fought". 👁👁 Or he gave Gun a good suck. Pero come on Daniel, tell us that his dick is huge. GINORMOUS. MASSIVE. LENGTHY. THICK. HEAVY??? LMFAAAOOOOOOOO OK, I'LL STOP.

Hehehe, if you aren't familiar with this by now-

*N S F W M E M E W A R N I N G*

(If you're not comfortable with inappropriate memes, then just scroll past them.)

This really is my mind 24/7. You should know me by now and how I want this man soooooooo badlyyyyyy. God, I want this man to ram me so goddamn good. Legs shaking, loud moaning, ass smacking, hair pulling, back blowing... AEUUUUGGGGHHHHH. 😩😩😩💗💗💗💗 I just wanna keep it real. I'm not ashamed or sorry. 🤷🏽‍♀️ If you don't want me to simp so badly, then you shouldn't have followed a Gun simp in the first place. 😤

OH MY GOD- OF COURSE HE'S INTO CHOKING. 😩😩 PTJ, YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE. MAKING ME EVEN MORE NEEDY FOR HIM, FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK.

"Leave your body to Lady Death." God, that gave me chills. 🥴HNNNNNNGGGGHHHH EVEN THAT SMIRK TOO. GOD, I'M GOING FERALLLLLLLL. HE'S SO SEXY!!! CHOKE ME, DADDY GUN. 😭😭😭 HE REALLY GOT ME IN A MENTAL CHOKEHOLD, I'M JUST SAYINGGGGGG.

CALL ME DELUSIONAL. IDC AND IDGAF. I WANT GUN TO CHOKE ME. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Ok I'm done. *sighs*

*E N D O F N S F W M E M E S*

Man... I love psychotic men. Men who go crazy insane with power. Men who are overpowered. Men who can silence anyone. Men who can dominate others. Men who can beat the shit out of anything and anyone. MEN WHO CAN RUIN OTHER PEOPLE'S SELF-ESTEEM. MEN WHO CAN TAKE AWAY THEIR WILL TO FIGHT. MEN WHO CAN SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEIR ENEMIES ONE BY ONE WITHOUT CARING. MEN WHO- ok I'll shut up about my taste in men.

Oh my lord, look at UI Daniel fight so diligently and so swiftly too. AND DAAAANNNGGG DUDE, LOOK AT THE IMPACT HE HAD ON JICHANG'S BACK!!! He for sure is a menace, no doubt about it.

I love how hyped their fight was. LOOK AT JICHANG'S FACIAL EXPRESSION TOO!! HE REMINDS ME OF SAMUEL IN SOME OF HIS FIGHTS HAHAHAHAHAHA INSAAAAAAANE

BRUH, ISN'T THAT THE OLD MAN ON THAT TRACTOR??? 👀

I KNEW ITTTTT BRO. IT'S THE SEOUL GRANDPA. Also, I'd like to point out how interesting it is that UI Daniel suddenly faded away as if he doesn't exist anymore, when Daniel suddenly retreated from subconsciousness. I almost forgot that it took UI Daniel a while to cease due to the drugs that Daniel's other body was on in that room full of shrooms, back in that arc with Vivi's Club.

YEAH BRO, YOU BETTER RESPECT DANIEL NOW. And how did Jichang not notice that he looked like Jinyoung Park? Like... everybody did except for him. Come on sir, get with the program. 🧍🏽‍♀️

OMG...??? GAPRYONG KIM'S DRIVER??? 🤭🤭🤭 DAMN, EVERYONE WHO WAS A PART OF GAPRYONG'S FIST CAN BEAT ANYONE UP. EVEN HIS DRIVER CAN KICK ASS. 😧 Also... bro. Wtf. Does that mean that they fought for no reason? They got THEIR ASSES BEAT FOR NO REASON??? MAAAAAANNNN WHAT DID I FUCKIN TELL YOU, JICHANG AND DANIEL??? IN THE PREV REVIEW, I SAID THAT YOU COULD'VE SETTLED THIS THE CIVILIZED WAY, BUT WHAT DID Y'ALL DO? Y'ALL THREW HANDS. And poor Jay and Hudson. They fought their asses off against some people of Chungcheong and FOR WHAT??? 😭😭😭 WELL, I GET IT. IT'S FOR DANIEL. BUT COME ON MAN, THEY BEEN THROUGH SOME TRASH-TALKING AND SOME INJURIES FOR NOTHINGGGGG. Idk, that just pissed me off. But, the purpose of those fights was to show how much they improved. I admit though, they did improve A LOT and I'm proud of the both of them. Even Daniel too, who just fought with a First Generation King to the point that Jichang had to get into serious FIGHTING MODE. Here kings, your crowns. 👑👑👑 I keep saying this repeatedly, but we better get the full explanation of Jinyoung's backstory or else. Imma go over to PTJ, grab him by the collar, and- 😤😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 /j

Not kidding. Oops-

[lokigodofaces]

Thor (2011) from Coulson's view is wild.

Okay, so you just got a call from Fury. You've got to leave Stark and drive to middle of nowhere New Mexico because there's weird stuff. Also you beat up armed robbers on the way to NM.

Okay, now you're getting info about another disaster for S.H.I.E.L.D. So now you've got the solve the problem of how the World Security Council wants Blonsky to be an Avenger but S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't. So you've got to call Stark (the guy you literally just left) and tell him to piss off a general with nothing but his personality.

It worked, Stark disaster and Blonsky disaster averted.

Now for the current disaster: there's a weird as heck hammer stuck in a rock that no one can lift that is surrounded by a crater like some weird sort of sword in the stone tale. You know what, S.H.I.E.L.D. has seen weird 084s. You can deal with it.

Well it turns out that a couple of scientists are close to cracking this question, time to do something that's probably illegal and borrow their stuff.

Okay, yeah, this stuff is weird. There are possibly black holes involved. Fun. But the research is applicable to the hammer thing so it's helpful. Meanwhile, the hammer makes no sense and keeps releasing electromagnetic signals and the computers are hating it.

Well, some guy just ripped through your agents. Then he tried to lift the hammer, failed, screamed in despair and didn't resist arrest.

You go to interrogate this guy. He is a mercenary of some sort what with his training. Dude doesn't say a thing. Okay, that's normal. You've got to step out. After a minute you walk back in and the guy is saying "goodbye." Huh, that's weird.

Okay, so one of the scientists that you stole stuff from his here to "pick up his friend." Okay. This is the most bsed crap you've seen in your entire career. Selvig shows the fakest ID card you've ever seen, claiming that "Donald" switched from an MD to a phd without any schooling or legal records, and that he used steroids to get through the mobile base because of a mental breakdown because of everything being taken. Most bullcrap you've ever heard, obviously lying.

So you let "Donald" go, knowing that he won't talk, Selvig is lying like crazy, and the best way to get answers is to have some agents keep an eye on them. That night, nothing insane happens, but you know you'll figure it out somehow.

Then an agent tells you about massive energy readings somewhere nearby. Obviously you jump into a car and zoom on over. Okay, no one is there but there's a weird as heck mark on the floor.

Now you're getting a call from the agents you had trailing "Donald" telling you that Jackie Chan, Xena, and Robin Hood are heading towards "Donald." You know what, alright, have someone check it out.

Then there's a twister thing again and a massive metal suit is in front of you. Yeah, probably one of Stark's or something similar. Because things just can't get any weirder now can they? But what's this? The suit of armor lowers its face plate...only to reveal fire. And then shoot fire at you. You're fine, but wow, lovely day, right?

So you radioed someone to come pick you up because the fire robot destroyed all of the cars. At this point you are assuming that the hammer, "Donald," and this robot are all connected but you haven't figured out how yet. So you're radioing for back up and a lift to wherever the robot is headed. Then you get word from the guys you had trailing "Donald," that called about Jackie Chan, Xena, and Robin Hood earlier. So the robot is attacking the small town and the three ren fair people are fighting it (and clearly are enhanced/alien). Okay. At least there's some allies involved.

Okay so you're in a speeding car zooming over to town to try to get a handle on things. You get another call that the ren fair people are losing to the robot and "Donald" is going over to...talk to the robot. Well, there's some confirmation that "Donald" isn't actually Donald. And, oh heck, the robot just killed him. And is walking away? Without destroying anything else? Because "Donald" bargained his life for the town? Why?

Now you're getting really close to town when you get a call from the hammer site. The hammer just...flew out of the ground. You look out the window and you can see the hammer streaking through the sky, headed right for the town. Because things just had to get worse, right?

You get near the center of town, watching for where the hammer is going to land. You see the state of things, the four strangers, Foster, Lewis, and Selvig, and "Donald" is lying dead while the robot walks away. Foster is by "Donald" but the hammer is going straight for him so Selvig manages to get her away. And before the hammer can land on him, dude catches it. Then there's lots of lightning and wind even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky a second ago.

Robot comes back to fight "Donald," but then there's another twister thing full of lightning. Then it all stops, the robot falls to the ground defeated and "Donald" lands dressed similarly to the ren fair people.

So you go to talk to him, because you'd like an explanation of this crap. You start the conversation, and "Donald" introduces himself as Thor and calls you "son of Coul" (which yeah that is how the name worked for your Scandinavian ancestors but that was long ago...so this guy must really be Norse...you've been considering it because S.H.I.E.L.D. did notice Norse runes on the hammer and did talk to an expert, but hey now things are getting confirmed). So then Thor says he'll be an ally if you give Foster her research back. And yup, that's gonna happen. This is way more complex than initially expected, S.H.I.E.L.D. is gonna need scientists on this and y'know what, these people already know so that makes things less complicated. You'd like to talk to Thor and learn more about what is going on, but instead he says that he has to go to Asgard and flies off with Foster. But, you know what, you're used to this by now because of Stark so whatever. You start the drive back to where the twister thing was.

You find out from Foster that Thor and the others disappeared to Asgard and that for some reason they never came back. So part of you is relieved to not actively have to handle aliens at the moment, not excited to do paperwork, but ready to finish things up.

Two weeks later you find out that Fury hired Selvig to work on the Tesseract so you don't get a break from this bullcrap.

[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

[mrnicekisser]

[Street Gacha] Chapter 2

Written by 木野誠太郎

Ruka: U~h... In the end I haven't chosen one...

When I was picking up instruments, I felt a some kind of attachment to every one of it, so I couldn't choose between them.

I don't care if it's a "hand-me-down'' from a senior, but maybe it's better to buy a new one...

Suzu: I don't mind that, but when I graduate, you'll be alone with Shizu as a second year student.

If you don't improve by then, you might cause trouble for Shizu.

Ruka: I-I don't like the sound of that that...but I think I'd like to be a little more careful in my decision.

Suzu: Hm. It is true that I struggled when choosing an instrument for the first time too. I decided that my instrument would be the bass, but i am still quite confused

There's still some time. I hope you'd have enought time to think about it until you're is satisfied.

Ruka: Yes, I will...!

By the way, Suzu-senpai. There's still time, so why don't you go shopping at another store?

I don't have many opportunities to walk outside with Suzu-senpai. I was thinking that I would like to try on the clothes that Suzu-senpai wears...

Hehehe. I want to be able to wear cool clothes like Suzu-senpai. Doesn't it suit me?

Suzu: Isn't it okay to try anything? The clothes I'm wearing are just my temporary appearance outside of the stage, so I don't think it's something people would admire...

Oh, and I have enough clothes, so I don't plan on buying new ones. Is that okay? I can watch Ruka shopping from a distance.

Ruka: Suzu-senpai, you really don't have any money...

...KYA~?!

Hayate Yogiri: Wow~! If you'll walk while looking away you'll run into a danger!

Ruka: I-I'm sorry! I'll apologize, please don't take my money!

Hayate: I don't do such things... Are you guys from the light music club...?

Suzu: Oh. Isn't that Hayate Yogiri from "Allies of Justice"? It isn't usual for me to meet you in a place like this.

Hayate: Kuromori-senpai is here too. As we both work part-time at an amusement park, I find it rather strange that we meet in the city. Even in the park, you often spend time changing clothes in the lockers, don't you?

Ruka: Huh..? This person is the one who watched Suzu-senpai changing her clothes...or is she an acquaintance of Suzu-senpai?

It's true that the school newspaper often features her as an "ally of justice.'' I feel like Suzu-senpai and the "ally of justice'' are the polar opposites...

Suzu: Ah. Although we are in different departments, we work part-time at the same amusement park. Being a salesperson is hard, but working behind the scenes at a hero show seems to be even harder because it involves physical labor.

However, I don't think that we are "polar opposites'' in the sense of being hostile. It's the health commissioner's fake virgin who is avenging me, isn't it?

Hayate: "Justice'' is a belief that has nothing to do with "good'' or "evil.'' It's not that they're opposing concepts. Well, it doesn't mean that we're good friends, though, right?

Ruka: Eh, I see...?

By the way, why is Yogiri-senpai peering into the back alleys? Even though you're an "ally of justice,'' you seem to be sneaking around somehow...

Hayate: Ah. That's what it is... First, I want you to look at the back alleys. Oh, she won't notice, please be quiet.

Mizuki Futaba: ......

Runa Hiiragi: ......

Ruka: Oh... Those girls... I've seen them at Kimisaki Academy, but who are they? They seem to be having fun talking to each other.

Suzu: Mizuki Futaba from the occult research club and Runa Hiiragi from the lacrosse club. Both are mischievous, and their notoriety has reached my ears as well.

Hayate: Yes. And when that infamous guys are secretly meeting with someone, I can't leave them alone as an "ally of justice.''

Ruka: A-are they evil people?

Suzu: It is difficult to measure people as good or bad. But if those two were to conspire to do something evil,

It wouldn't be surprising if a major event like the "Dark Culture Festival" where we performed in the past were to occur.

Ruka: Oh! Have you seen it? She handed her a package! What on earth can be inside?

Hayate: Hmm. The secret meeting, the package. She probably is planning something, but what the hell could it be..?

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep3 (I unfortunately don't have English reactions for the first two eps. They're at least half in German)

Xena Episode 3

Awww, Gabrielle training. (sword stuckkkk)

"You're lucky the tree was unarmed" 😂

Wisdom before weapons

Xena three seconds later: *pulls sword*

NOOOO, GABRIELLE BABYYY kein Schwert!

Uh oh. Orpheus? Or Morpheus? *rewinds* yeah, no idea. Probably Morpheus. Cos title: Dreamworker

"I'm waiting for you to say it for me" Pfft, the lesbianism

Gabrielle... No swordies for u

Oh yeah. Morpheus.

"You must be experienced then." "I've had experiences" SO valid as an answer

"Bigger" Xena staring at her breasts.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR BREASTS ARE DANGEROUS ENOUGH" dhdhdvsvsva GABRIELLE

*shoves guy against barrel* Oop. She is BIG MAD her gf is gone. (Vastra 🤝 Xena)

"I'm not the wifey type" LESBIAN

Uh oh. Gabrielle senses opportunity

Ooooop, Gabrielle shouldn't kill

Travel dreams to save her love. (Something something "time travel was always possible in dreams")

"Use your own mind against you" uh oh

Is she wearing purple? Pwettyyy (not giving Katie McGrath at all, yes I'm gay)

OHHHH. Names of her victims. It's so much harder to kill when you see people as people...

"Kill us" oh yikes I'm getting hooj FMAB vibes from the philosopher's stone scenes. Especially in uhhhhh when they're stuck in the wrong portal

Oiii, Morpheus is not an ally to lesbians. Rude. Boo

Gabrielle my pretty princess I will fall to my knees are worship at your feet (I'm gay)

Remember Xena's words, Gabrielle

She made them fight each other, whoop

I want them to speak through either dreams-

Ohhh. The lesbianismssss xD So gae

Look at the gays

NOOOO, SHE FADES NOOOO *flashbacks* CAN WE STOP MAKING LESBIANS FADE FROM DREAM SPACES at least Gabrielle wasn't fucking MURDERED i guess

"It was a hypothetical question"

PFFFT Gabrielle bargaining for beauty sleep xDD

Why was the sword quality of the first sword so shitty?

PLS THE WAY THEY ACTUALLY STOP. AND START FIGHTING EACH OTHER. I love her.

Wow Gabrielle has SO much luck

"Soon she'll be just like you" ahhhh

Xena doesn't want Gabrielle to suffer that way

Ohhh, she controls her own passage!

Woman 👀 Smexy

OOP, IT'S XENA HERSELF

"It means I finally get to kill you" HUH

Did I mention women are super sexy

Awww, poor Gabrielle

"If you were that strong I would never have left you"

HAH. She disappearedddd

Gabrielle. Give that sword to Xena

GOOD GIRL

Boob knife boob wife

PUNCHING HIM YESSSS. IMPRESS XENA

"10 percent off everything" shdhdhs

Yay, blind man got his job back (don't like his miracle healed sight but whatever)

"Mythical priests in your area"

Gabrielle my beloved

"We're all capable of it" The waterrr

"But if we sit here long enough, it'll go back to calm" HHHHH

They're so gay

The water is calm as they leave... Xena at Gabrielle's side

Um yes I will absolutely use a concept similar to this in a Jenny/Vastra fanfic at some point btw. I have the dreamspace and a psychic connection to exploit, hellooo.

I absolutely adore Xena and I think I'll spend the next few weeks watching only that.

[osmiumamygdala]

What do you think would be an interesting sole storyline for Colossus? For me it would be if he met his son in the savage land.

Obligatory readmore because you already know I'm gonna ramble like no tomorrow

To start, I have so many Savage Land Son ideas

Funny idea, but take it with a grain of salt because of my fuzzy memory: you know how Piotr’s son is named Peter Jr.? And Nereel told Piotr she named him after his father? Well, iirc, looking back, Spider-Man was on Savage Land around that time... because Peter Parker had been sent to get the scoop on the place! So I like to think that's one reason Piotr doesn't put two and two together; he thinks, "Wow. This journalist gets up to some stuff, huh?"

I also like to think the only reason Longshot hasn't said anything, other than Nereel telling him not to, is because any time he goes "maybe it's time to check on my old pal Colossus," Piotr's whole life is falling apart again, so it is Never The Right Time

All that aside, I like to think it could be a mini or an ongoing where the first arc is Piotr discovering that Junior is his, and storming his way IMMEDIATELY to Savage Land. If anybody tries to stop him for some reason... it will not go well. This man is GETTING TO HIS SON and making up for lost time! Nothing is going to get between him and his family again! But he doesn't want to take Junior away from Savage Land. To Piotr, home and culture are really important, so he thinks Junior needs to stay. First few stories are sort of episodic about Piotr and Junior bonding on Savage Land.

The next arc would, of course, be that something drives Piotr and Junior out of Savage Land. Probably some big threat going after Piotr, but Junior is determined to tag along because, 1, he loves his dad, and 2, he wants to explore the world! Cue traveling shenanigans and Junior meeting his extended family. Look, I NEED to see Illyana as an aunt. And I NEED to see her and Junior being little shits to each other and towards everyone else together. Also, could you imagine? Piotr and Illyana keep seeing pieces of themselves (and even Mikhail) in Junior. It draws them all closer together

But you asked me MY solo ideas!

I don't really have many solo ideas for Piotr now that I think about it

I heard about a pitch a Marvel creative had for him that I sorta latched on to (wish I could remember who it was). It was Colossus: God's Country in nature where Piotr would just be hoofing it around the United States, getting into trouble and finding his way out of it. I like to think a story like this could have the added drive of "he's on the run," and there are many options for who could be after him: bad guys, of course, but maybe also his allies, trying to get ahold of him.

Colossus Clean Up Crew. Colossus' whole thing-- even more than his strength-- is his durability, his resistance to the elements. Would love a mini or a series of him going where others can't to save the day. Thwarting a radioactive leak! Going into heats even firemen can't brave! Facing down a raging storm! Shielding people from collapsing buildings with his body! And, as the name suggests, he would hang around after to make certain that everything is cleared away and everyone gets out safe.

Not a solo, I know, but I desperately want a series where Illyana and Piotr co-star. The Illyana parts would focus on her magical adventures. She's always leaping in to help where needed, interacting with her magical buddies. And then you have Piotr, who is sort of the mundane focus, meaning his parts deal with more worldly issues. It, of course, overlaps a majority of the time because Illyana and Piotr would be rooming together and everyone will finally remember that Piotr's metal skin is invulnerable to some types of magic, and straight up hurts some magical creatures. There'd be themes like "It's Okay To Need Help" and "Just Because I Don't Always Understand You Doesn't Mean I Don't Always Love You" and they'd get to grow closer together, do some REAL, ON PANEL mending work for their sibling relationship, and really learn about and appreciate each other. The book could switch mood from cozy to creepy to whimsical to gritty on a dime.

If anybody else has ideas they want to share please please please don't be shy. I will do a whole front flip of joy.

[servenas-inner-fangirl]

Watching Black Sails 3x7

My watching is picking up pace again, maybe because I'm procrastinating other things with it... like doing my taxes.

Oh damn, did Max know exactly where to find her?? - Pls don't fight, pls don't fight...

Oh, okay, this is a planned meet-up. Also Anne on a horse is doing things to me. She looks so cool!

"Fuck what he needs." My thoughts exactly.

Well that went well. But also I'm confused - what was the night at the cave Anne was referring to? Because the last time we've seen them together, Jack had definitely not been arrested yet.

Also Max arguing for Jack's life (and, granted, probably her own ambitions for Nassau...) is maybe a bit ironic?

"it will tear her to pieces." I just want my lesbians to be happy, is that too much to ask?? Appearantly...

"Now you come back with nothing but him -" Well, I for once am happy he did!! But the ships would've been nice as well.

Vane seems as into Flint's military speeches as the rest of us.

"I don't know yet." Not what you want to hear from your most important ally in that kind of situation! But the queen seems to know quite a bit about military strategy herself.

Man, I wish Jack were long gone by now! Alas...

Yes, pirate queen Madi soon!!

That man does not look healthy at all. A plague in Nassau is the last thing we need right now... or is it?

Yay, Jack is not being tortured!! - Wait, Rogers is married??

Nooo, don't give Jack to the Spanish!! Bad, bad governor! (And Max is genuinely upset. .__.)

Haha, I bet I know what Featherstone is thinking right now!

I don't think the Spanish need to provoke Anne at all, when they meet up with her without Jack, she will tear into them like a rabid dog.

Yes, wlw solidarity! Or something.

"I don't know what is worse, Anne dying for Jack or surviving without him." T_T

Oh, a peace offering!

Hm, maybe I don't know what Featherstone was thinking.

Vane is still really pissed about the whole thing, huh? That really got under his skin.

Oh wow, is Billy actually being helpful?? - Yes, Silver is back!!

I love every single sentence of that conversation between Max and Eleanor. God, this show does relationships between women so well even though there aren't that many.

Eleanor playing with fire, nothing new here...

Okay, maybe I feel for Rogers a bit. Who could resist a woman like her? - And it's been a while since the show has been that explicit, right? I kinda missed it. It somehow feels different than in a lot of other shows, more interesting.

Okay, that's an interesting post-sex topic. But it kind of feels like Nassau itself is fighting back against the foreign invaders.

"You're one of them." Man, you have no idea how much. Or do you?

And I don't really believe Eleanor when she says she no longer wishes to be that way. But Rogers appearantly does.

Love Vane being all sneaky. And Featherstone's "Hand over Jack or Nassau burns. This is a dilemma to us how?" is really funny.

Roger's dream of a new Nassau is already falling apart, one Featherstone at a time.

"He's fine. - He's dying." From falsehood to truth in under 5 seconds flat. But love for the slave girl from season 1 (who's appearantly named Eme, which I had forgotten) to get some plot! I always felt like she would be a bigger part of the narrative, and then she wasn't.

That's not a very full tavern for Silver's show. But it's probably safer that way.

Oof, and he's immediately back to insulting his audience. But I love that he's basically telling the ghost story Flint wrote for himself so long ago.

Oh, of course Madi knows Eleanor, they grew up together! But Madi should be careful about what she says, Eleanor did free Eme from slavery after all, there might still be some loyalty there...

Guess we're gonna find out who is already sick of civilized life and would rather go back on the account (or is simply more terrified of Flint than England).

It is such a delight to see Silver work. The man definitely has a way with words.

UGH, Dufresne. Somebody finally kill that guy.

I think he's making a mistake underestimating Silver here. A lot has happened since they last saw each other.

YES! (They're really controlling the room well with just a handful of men.)

Ewwwww. But yeah, that'll send a message. They couldn't have planned this better. (Also the Silver of S1 would have never. - Although - he did stab a man in the first episode.)

Aww, Flint checking up on Silver! - Ugh, these two are so co-dependent. No wonder everybody is insane over them.

Everybody like: Oh shit, Flint is alive! Rogers is about to find out Eleanor named the wrong pirate as the most dangerous one.

Rogers playing 5d chess in regards of how to (not) react to this newest development, and probably still coming up short in the end. There is no way Flint isn't already two steps ahead.

Idk if Max wants to help with this. Isn't this a way to get Anne (and Jack) out of harms way? She's gotta see this.

Either way, Idelle is not wholy on board, I think. But I love how much influence the whores have in this show because everybody always underestimates them.

Ugh, she is back. Is that wise? She wasn't very nice to the girls who do remember her. Why not Idelle?

But Max doesn't want some random whore, she wants Anne. ;_;

Huh, Flint is impressed. Maybe I did underestimate Rogers. Either way, this will certainly be a meeting to remember.

Oh god, Rogers immediately twists the knife that is Thomas Hamilton. Let's hope Flint won't jump over the table and try to strangle him. (And how much does Eleanor know about that whole story? Certainly not everything.)

"Nobody's being hanged." Well, except for Jack maybe?? Since you're giving him to the Spanish??

"So what is it you're fighting for that we're not already offering?" Revenge.

Also they're just gonna pardon the burning of Charlestown? Or did they blame all of that on Vane?

"I no longer seek anything from England except her departure from my island." Flint really has the best lines.

Featherstone trying to bring some brain cells to Vane's single-minded pursuit of Anne Bonny and the cache... but maybe in vain (haha).

If this gives me just one actual interaction between Charles and Anne, instead of them merely existing in the same space, I will be happy.

Those are maybe too many men to kill even for Bonny. But maybe not for the both of them?

Oh Anne! She's gonna think Max betrayed her! This is breaking my heart.

So this was the plan? Let the money get away and leave Anne ready for anything? Not a bad plan, but still.

Oh, they had already met up before! So Anne was playing a role. That explains how she gave up rather easily.

Vane has actually though this through!! Or maybe somebody else thought it through for him. And this also means that they're forcing Flint's hand, who might otherwise not be so interested in Jack's rescue.

I approve. Surely nothing will go wrong...

[toppatcivilwarfaceau]

TCW Au prologue part 2/??

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Most Voted option: Jump.

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Henry: I won't repeat it again! You two either jump or I'll make you jump!

Ellie: (💭Shot! Time's running out...)

Reginald: (💭Wait... I have an idea!)

Ellie: *sighs in defeat* I guess this is it... We'll have to jump...

Henry: There we go~ what a very obedient girl you are~

Ellie: Reginald, I'm sorry, but we have to accept our faith, there's nothing we can do..

Reginald: Oh yes we can!

Ellie: What?

Reginald grabbed Ellie's arm and they both jump out of the plank, surprising Henry, Thomas and Geoffrey.

Henry: Woah...

Thomas: They really jump..

Geoffrey: Well looks like your leadership is back again Henry.

Henry: Yeah, I could've never done it without you two, and I think you two should be promoted to my right-hand and left-hand man.

Thomas: Oh my sweet God! Of course!!

Geoffrey: I accept boss! You won't regret this!

Henry: *chuckles* I know i won't.

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Back with Ellie and Reginald, the two Toppats were falling really fast.

Ellie: Reginald what on earth you were thinking?? We're going to die!!

Reginald: Trust me Ellie! I know what to do!

Ellie: Then make it quick before we die!!

Reginald: There's an bottom on your tophat! Press it!

Ellie: What is it going to do??

Reginald: Just press it!

Ellie without thinking twice pressed bottom in her tophat and it immediately got an helicopter out of nowhere, Ellie was really surprised because she didn't knew that her tophat and Reginald's could do something like that.

Ellie: W-wow...

Reginald: Surprised, huh?

Ellie: Y-yeah... I didn't know our tophats could do something like this...

Reginald: Well the Toppat Clan is full of surprises at every corner.

Ellie: Hehe, yeah I just notice tha- Woah!!

Ellie suddenly began to lose control in her helicopter and she jumped into Reginald and they both lose completely control and they crashed right into the cells of the airship.

Ellie: Ow...

Reginald: That hurt a lot...

Ellie: Sorry Reg...

Nicole: Miss Ellie? Boss-Reg?

Mercudi: Miss Ellie? Mr Copperbottom?

RHM: Reg?

Ellie: Eh??

Reginald: Righty!! *Hugs RHM*

Nicole: You two are alright! That's a relief!

Mercudi: Y-yeah! We thought you were dead!

Ellie: I'm just glad that you guys are on my side..

RHM: Yea' well we're not the only ones..

Ellie: Huh? What do you mean?

Reginald: Yeah Righty, what do you mean about that?

Nicole: Look outside and you'll see.

Mercudi: Y-yeah!

Ellie and Reginald kinda unsure about it went outside the cell and for their safety they noticed an Toppat knocked down on the floor, somehow when they crashed in the cell they knocked him out.

Ellie: Well at least one of Henry's allies was knocked down..

Reginald: Yeah..

"Miss Ellie? Mr Reginald?"

Ellie and Reginald looked to the cells where they heard the voice and they both got a huge surprise.

Ellie: guys??

Bonnie: Miss Ellie!! Help us!!

The witch: Henry's bastards locked us here just because we were loyal to you!

Carol: Yeah!

Sven: It's true! You have to get us out of here!

Earrings: I don't like this place!

Burt: None of us like this place Earrings!

Ellie: Don't worry! We'll find a way to get you guys out of there!

Reginald: She's right! Any tips?

Bonnie: That Toppat guy who you guys knocked down has the key!

Ellie: *looks at the Toppat guy* He?

The Witch: Yeah!

Reginald: Don't worry! We will release-

"What's going on here?"

Everyone got completely shock by hearing the voice and they saw that it was the andro- I mean cyborg Megan.

Everyone: Megan??

Megan: Miss Boss Ellie? Mr Copperbottom? What's going on? And why are Nicole and Mercudi in the brig?

Ellie: Megan! It's not what you think it is!

Reginald: She's right!

Megan: ... I'm sorry but I only trust-

Just in that moment the Toppat with the orange hat woke up.

Toppat Orange: Megan! Thank Goodness you're here! You won't believe what did stupid redhead did!

Megan: What?

Reginald: Don't listen to him Megan!

Toppat Orange: They're traitors Megan! You have to destroy them!

Megan: Silence! I won't listen to any of you and I don't care of which one is saying the truth!

Ellie: (💭Crud... What are we gonna do??) *Looks at Nicole*