#yeah background info makes this so much more terrifying thank you for sharing!

[ominous-signs]

german translation: I AM COMING

saw this is a window of a shop i havent seen open in at least 6 years

Official ominous sign

[peachyteabuck]

passionate & burning II thor odinson x reader

summary: you’re busy with working from home, but thor has other plans for the day

pairing: thor odinson x reader

words: 1756

trigger warnings: needy thor, sweet sex, teasing, creampies, light breeding kink, light d/s dynamics

notes/other: this is my entry for @lancsnerd​‘s 1,000 follower writing challenge, congrats babe! my prompt was “Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?” and has been bolded within the fic!

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Thor falls to his knees next to your desk chair, leaning his head against your knees.

“My love, please,” he begs, looking up at you with those big doe eyes. When you first met, you described him to friends as a cartoon animal in a sickeningly cute animated movie – one of the protagonists’ friends who runs around giving quippy one-liners with gif-able facial expressions. It’s been a long while since then, and it seems that nothing has changed. “Please let me touch you.”

You look down at him, sighing. “Babe, you know this deadline is important. I can’t just blow it off to have sex with you.”

He huffs like a puppy denied another handful of dinner from the kitchen table, but says nothing else. You sigh, happy you don’t have to fight with him any further.

Still, it’s hard not to look at him when he catches the corner of your eyeline. It amazes you, that he’s remained on the floor, sitting on the steel grey carpet with folded legs and leaning back on his hands. He watches you with hawk-like eyes, following your fingers as you type out emails and cross out items on your miles-long to-do list.

It takes a long while, but you soon allow his presence to fall into the background of your thoughts, working diligently until he breaks your concentration.

“What?” you ask, turning to him.

He points to your water glass, which somehow had magically emptied itself since the last time you looked at it. “Do you want some more water?”

Thor’s tone is small, terrified of rejection. It wrenches at your heart, like a puppy tied to a tree without shade during a hot summer. Fuck, you think to yourself. He’s really damned good at this.

“Y-yeah,” you tell him, handing him the empty, room temperature glass. “Thanks.”

The man – now above you as he’s since gotten to his feet – gives a weak smile before grabbing the cup and walking away, sulking lightly.

Now you feel like you kicked the puppy that’s been tied to tree without shade during a hot summer. All that you can think of is the word fuck in varying volumes and degrees of desperation while you grit your teeth as you go back to your work.

You get a few more minutes of silence (whether the blessed or cursed kind, you can’t tell) while you forget why your lover left in the first place, only to be reminded of it when he comes back with not only the water, but a bowl of freshly picked strawberries – cut in half with the tops removed, just how you like it – and a fork. Your favorite snack, you think. Fucking Hell, he’s really laying it on thick, isn’t he?

“You know,” Thor says, leaving a kiss on your temple as he sets the glass down on its coaster and leaves the bowl right next to it. “you look really good in my hoodie.”

You’re nearing the end of everything you need to do – likely able to finish within the next few minutes or so. Thor doesn’t know that, though, and you’re sure not going to tell him.

“Thanks,” you reply, sipping at the ice water. “I’d look better if I was riding your dick while wearing it.”

You can hear Thor swallow, refusing to look at him as he drops to his knees once more, pressing kisses from your ankle to your knees.

“C’mon,” he moans, eyes already hooded. One of his hands – cold from the glass, makes goosebumps erupt over your skin. “Let me fuck you, let me make you feel good.”

You look down at him for a second, faux-hardened exterior threatening to crack when you catch those big, desperate eyes. “I can’t,” you say quickly. “You know this.”

Thor thumbs at the hem of your shorts, pulling at a thread that had come loose during their years of wear. “I know that if I felt you through your panties you’d be as needy as I am,” he mumbles.

You refuse to dignify him with a respond, instead turning back to your laptop. This was supposed to be your powerplay, damn it! You can’t let him see you flustered.

“C’mon love,” he coos, “Spread those legs for me, baby, please.”

Your hands fold themselves into fists, the pain of your nails digging into your palms the only thing keeping you from jumping Thor’s bones.

A small part of you wants to give in, wants to slam your laptop shut and push him onto his back so you can pull down his sweats and ride his cock in your office. It wants to give into him and his begging.

An even smaller part of you wants to draw this out – see how far he’s willing to go before he cracks.  

Either way, you still have one more email to answer and your patience for yourself and him is wearing thin.

“Babe,” you huff once more. “I just have to do one more th-“

“Can we just skip it?” Thor interrupts, fingers dancing around your thighs. “Can you just be kissing me now?”

Your mouth gapes for a second, trying to find a comeback. Each neuron in your brain seems to have stopped, though, so not a single word slips past your lips. In the silence, you find your breaking point.

You turn around, typing out the necessary response in the shortest way possible before gingerly closing your laptop and turning to the man who remains on the floor.

“I’m going to walk to our bedroom,” you tell Thor plainly. He’s nodding before you can finish. “And you’re going to stay here, facing the wall behind me, until I say you can move.”

Thor gulps but nods, knowing that if he follows direction he can only be rewarded.

“Good boy,” you tell him, getting up from your position it the chair so you can give him a small kiss on the forehead before you leave the room. When you cross the threshold into the hallway, you pause for just a moment – half expecting to hear the subtle creak in the floor as Thor attempts to expertly crane his neck to look behind him. Much to your delight you hear nothing but silence – the obedience flooding your abdomen with a satisfying warmth.

Once you’re in the bedroom, you strip before expertly positioning yourself – leaning against the sea of pillows and on top of the perfectly smooth covers.

“Alright,” you call out, hoping he can hear you. “You can come in now.”

It’s a split second later that you hear him jump to his feet and clumsily rush to the shared bedroom, losing all the grace of a king and a god as the desperation of a typical horny man took over control of his limbs.

Thor moans the second he lays eyes on you. It makes you laugh and spread your legs a little wider as he speaks. “Fuck, I need to kiss you.”

You smile and sit up straighter against the headboard. “Come do it then.”

Thor lunges to the bed without hesitation, crawling until he’s able to grasp your face with his large hands. His kisses are hot, passionate – nearly burning your skin as his body eclipses yours. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he moans, grinding his growing bulge against your dripping core.

It’s hard to find the words to speak again, entire body focused on chasing the feeling of his clothed cock against your bare pussy. Somehow, though, you find an only-slightly snarky response in you. “Well, come do it then.”

Immediately Thor nearly growls, ridding himself of his too-tight pants and loose shirt and pulling you to him. Despite his size, it’s easy for you to maneuver him so his back hits the bed – grabbing him with your hand before spitting on his head and jerking him off.

“That feel good?” you murmur, reveling in the pleasure that paints Thor’s flushed face. “It feel good to finally have my hands on your dick after acting like a little brat for hours?”

Thor’s brain is too clouded to answer, unable to summon the power of speech as he finally gets what he’s wanted since he woke up that morning and found the other side of the bed cold, as you had already started your day hours prior.

Despite being nonverbal, you’re satisfied with the answer his body language gives you. Without any further delays (however how much you want to spend the next hour teasing him for what he pulled while you were trying to work), you align your center with his still-aching cock, moaning as he fills you just as full as ever.

You’ve been together for years – been fucking for even longer – but somehow each time feels like your first time together, your body both beautifully familiar and wonderfully forgetful when it comes to sex with Thor.

Soon, his large hands easily find your ass, digging into the skin as you fuck yourself down on his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, his eyes screwing shut as his head falls back. “Shit, you feel so good.”

You give him a blissful smile, eyes rolled back in pleasure as he fills you oh-so deliciously.  “You gonna come, babe?” you ask, nails digging into his bare chest. “You gonna come inside me?”

Thor releases a guttural moan, gripping your soft flesh hard enough to bruise as he process what you’re asking. “F-fuck yes!” his voice etched with that deep, chesty pitch that takes over when he’s close. “Fuck I’m gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of your pretty little pussy!”

You grin, fucking yourself harder on his cock as the muscles under your palms contract, his hips bucking into you in time with your own movements.

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” you tell him, leaning down to leave kisses across his collarbones.

He does – just a few thrusts later – spilling inside you with a loud cry before his entire body becomes boneless against the sheets.

“Did,” Thor’s breathless as you collapse next to him, squeezing your thighs together as you feel him dripping out of you. “Did you-“

Equally as breathless you shake your head, kissing at his shoulder as you cuddle into his side. “It’s okay, just give me a few minutes to recover and then we can go again.”

Thor grins, wrapping his arm around you, heavy lids closing as your small snores begin to fill the room. “Good, because I need a nap after that.”

[annoyed-galaxy]

Background, Sister, Strength, Will, and Skill for Sparrow asks!!

YES YES YES okay there’s gonna be a cut cause this is a LOT

Background

Sparrow quite literally never knew her parents. She doesn’t remember what they looked like or how she and Rose ended up on the streets. All she can remember is that they died when Sparrow was very little and Rose never shared the details. Rose took a lot of burdens when they were growing up since Sparrow was too little to do much. Rose went days without eating and sleep just trying to make sure her sister could survive. Once Sparrow was old enough, Rose began to teach her how to help Rose. Rose would do lots of odd jobs and try to earn as much money as she could to buy food, but once Sparrow found out that her sister was starving, she began to steal from others. She was small enough and nimble to get away from people and she was really good at sneaking. Rose got suspicious of her when Sparrow was bringing in more food than Rose, but she understood it’s what they had to do otherwise they would die.

Sister

Rose was everything to Sparrow. She was her emotional support, her beacon of light, her shining star. Even though Sparrow could fend for herself, she always wanted to be by Rose’s side. Rose was the only friend she had, the only family and without her, she would be lost. Even though Rose disapproved of stealing, she understood it was necessary for their survival so she and Sparrow began scheming and came up with elaborate distractions for Sparrow to go around pickpocketing people. They worked very well together. Rose and Sparrow would spend many nights cuddled together looking at the stars and Rose making up stories. She taught Sparrow how to sing and would sing her lullabys to put her to sleep. (The sibling cuddles definitely pass down to Sparrow’s kids). Rose was Sparrow’s anchor the calm against the storm. So of course, when Rose died, Sparrow was losing a part of herself and hence her descent into depression, especially after she didn’t bring her back. Although, Sparrow always wonders if Rose would have wanted her to bring everyone else back. Rose always wanted to help others and would have sacrificed herself for other people like she did multiple times for Sparrow. But still, Sparrow lost her second half.

Strength

When Sparrow first met Hammer, she found her pacifism absolutely annoying. She thought it was an absolutely stupid way of thinking and that thought was reinforced even more when Hammer lost her father. After Hammer’s father died, Sparrow and Hammer got along, bonding over their losses. Their friendship grew and Sparrow enjoyed her company. It was a nice change from the dark gaping hole in her chest. However, Hammer was always the talkative one and Sparrow listened. As much as she enjoyed Hammer’s company, Sparrow was more focused on her revenge than trying to get cozy with anyone. She was at the point in her life where she was quiet and rude to people. But Hammer was definitely a nice change of pace. She wasn’t too upset when Hammer left her, but it added to the sting of being left alone by everyone.

Will

Sparrow personally doesn’t care about Garth, but she kind of resents him for not finding out about Lucien’s ridiculous plan beforehand and possibly being able to save Rose. She also hates how helpless he was in the Spire and how she had to wait ten years just to actually escape. It was a huge toll on her mental health and she partially blamed him for it. She always found him personally weak considering he was the Hero of Will and couldn’t save his damn self. However, after escaping, she realized why he couldn’t but she still resented him. She did listen to some of his advice when it came to magic just because she wanted to be the best she could with Will. She did find it cool though to see another person with wacky blue lines across their body. When he left to Samarkand, Sparrow really couldn’t care less. He never interested her and when they did talk it was very brief and to the point.

Skill

Ah yes, the smarmy bastard himself. When Sparrow first met Reaver, she hated how flamboyant he was, how egotistical he was. She was pissed when he killed Barnam, but didn’t act on that. Sparrow had changed when she came out of the Spire, she was less hateful and more caring, but Reaver brought back her old tendencies. When the choice came between her and the girl, Sparrow ultimately chose herself. She didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s lives and the girl had a family. Sparrow knew what it was like to lose family and she had swore to help other people after leaving the Spire in hopes to cleanse herself of the awful things she did. So when she came back, feeling even more cranky to find out Reaver had betrayed her, she really wanted to kick his ass. When they were escaping, however, it was terrifying how well they worked together. Their synergy was really unmatched and even Reaver was impressed with how well they worked together. His constant flirting irritated her, but she also didn’t care and just brushed it off. After the Spire when he left to Samarkand, she didn’t care at the time.

Reaver is actually an important part in my Sparrow’s story. A year after she killed Lucien, Sparrow was so low she tried to take her life. Reaver had appeared and stopped her from doing it. From that point on, Reaver would become like a leech. She was at a point in her life where she had no regard for her life and she was so depressed and so lonely that Reaver’s companionship was her only comfort. As much as she loathed him, she was glad he stuck to her side. Their relationship eventually grew into something more although neither of them ever worded their feelings. Sparrow did indeed find Reaver’s journals one day and it shocked her. She of course would get angry at him one day and use the information against him. Shocked, he would lash back out at her with mentions of Rose. However, even amidst all the fighting, they really understood each other in ways they never imagined. Sparrow hated how similar she and Reaver were. Eventually, their bond was too strong. Sparrow found comfort in him although she would never admit it to him. And little did she know, he found comfort in her too.

Reaver was instrumental into bringing Sparrow back from her pit of despair, but it would never be enough to keep her from wanting death. Even when she was on her deathbed and Reaver practically begged her to make the deal otherwise she would be leaving their kids behind, she refused. She didn’t fall for Reaver’s guilt trip and instead just asked him to watch over their kids. She didn’t want him to interfere with their life or try to be a father, but just watch them until time took them away. It was one of the few promises Reaver made and kept.

DONE

Holy moly that was a lot but there’s the info dump. I love Sparrow cause her backstory is FAT and a lot of it revolves around her and Reaver’s adventures together. Reaver really was a healing point for her despite their differences. Yeah there you go! ( thank you cause I really love talking about Sparrow)

[ilblogdellamati]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well ✨ This isn’t usually how I message someone for the second time ever - so apologies in advance - but as a fellow generally concerned citizen I thought you’d maybe hear me out? You know that post about Biden’s horrific gun control proposal (how police don’t need a warrant)? I saw a version of that too and it got me thinking a lot! Then I saw you share the same post and figured you’d be like-minded enough to maybe discuss it? Totally fair to not engage either! You can decide - it is your blog! 💕👍

The version I saw had a little more info and talked about how gun control laws in general do more harm than good and have a history of being racist and used to take guns from BIPOC - even things like buy backs and background checks. And it was cool because honestly this is a huuuuge pill I just recently (like.... 3 days ago? but also like. years in the making, ya know?) learned to swallow because I HAAAAATE guns. I wish they didn’t exist/had never been invented. Guns are terrifying tools of mass destruction and it’s awful how easily they can take life. Especially when they’re used to prey on people with less power (BIPOC, women, queer people, children). So for a long time I really believed in heavy gun control and was a big advocate for it.

Then in the past few years I started to meet a more diverse group of people who owned guns. Like my Indigenous friend and fellow activist who bought a gun after known local white supremacists (including a sheriff) released her home address and she began to receive intense death threats. Or my young neighbor with two babies who’s abusive ex-husband still had a key to her apartment bc the landlords wouldn’t change her lock and she couldn’t afford to do it herself. It occurred to me the guns were the only things keeping them safe in a society that didn’t want to.

I began to realize I didn’t want to take their guns away - I wanted to create a society in which they didn’t need the guns in the first place. What I had to accept after I got there - and this was the hardest part for me - was that meant guns needed to be accessible to them until that safety was guaranteed. And the more I learned about mass incarceration and how, similar to drugs, consequences for white people using illegal guns are often minimal while heavily criminalized for people of color using legally owned firearms.... or about how biased the judicial system is and thus how background checks could disqualify innocent people who needed and deserved the protection of a gun.... I had to ask myself - are these gun control measures actually preventing harm or preventing self defense?

So I’ve started to do a lot of listening and a lot of learning from a lot of people. And I still honestly don’t know where I sit exactly. But these are some things I’ve come to accept about gun control:

Citizens owning guns is not inherently a bad thing. This country is full of white supremacists drenched in toxic-patriarchal ideals (including a lot of police/military) who use their guns to murder people. Guns are also an important and powerful tool oppressed people can use to fight back. If you take citizen’s guns without also disarming the police/military you are actively empowering an already racist, murderous system. And mainly: preventing gun violence in this country has more to do with challenging and addressing systemic and individual racism/white supremacy/entitlement, than it does with physically limiting who owns guns.

This is a really, really good thread on Instagram about this same topic that sites historical references. I thought I’d share it with you too cause it helped me really flesh out a lot of the abstract thoughts I had in my head! https://www.instagram.com/p/CMxDGGflwWy/?igshid=hm3uhtn27nno

And at this point I’ve gotten really carried away. Sorry! I got started and then it all just came spilling out!

All of this to say - wow what a complicated and nuanced issue! I hope you’re open to hearing this perspective. For me - I know there is still so much to learn and so many people who know more than I do. I’m sure my opinions will continue to change as time goes on, so I figured I’d share this stage of understanding with you! I feel like I know the source of the problem now, but have absolutely no idea how to go about solving it. LOL helpful, right? I do feel more prepared and knowledgeable about what routes minimize harm vs routes that only appear to! And I feel like that is super important at least!

Sending you love and also kudos for reading this ramble of a message! Thank you for doing your best to make the world a better place 💗 That’s all any of us can do, ya know? 🤗 Hope you have a good rest of your day!

Hey! The fact that you have to reach me like this is probably because tumblr decided at one point to remove the messaging feature from my blog and never gave it back despite me asking over and over again.

Just right off the bat the only reason I didn't reblog the same version as you is because it came off as unnecessarily abrasive, accusatory and inaccurate.

"This is what you asked for" yeah no this is not what I asked for at all.

Not growing up in the US I was brought up in my family to think guns were killing machines only to be used for hunting and even then only if the intention of the hunt was providing food. I despised the simple idea of them.

Moving to North America i had the eye opening realization that to many people owning a gun is in fact a safety precaution. I got to see with my own two eyes how warped the system is and how there is a need to reform it so that guns are not necessary. On that front I totally agree.

I do still believe in gun control though, I don't agree that there is nothing inherently wrong with a citizen owning a gun because ideally you wouldn't need it AND you wouldn't get gunned down in the street by a cop.

Overall it's a very complex issue and there are many fronts to it and as an immigrant all I can say is my opinion on how I find the police here a special brand repulsive. It's tragic that minorities have to resort to self defense and still have the narrative spun on them making them out to be the violent ones. I also think it's disgusting that 4 year olds know how to assemble and fire an assault rifle but hey maybe that's just culture shock.

The post i rebloged was about a dangerous bill passing disguised as "gun control" that ended up being nothing but a new loophole for the authorities to inflict violence on an already vulnerable group. I wanted to spead awareness about that.

The reason I didn't use that specific version was because it implied this is the outcome that all people pro gun control desired all along or that worse this is the only way to enforce gun control and we were dumb to even ask for it. That does not sit well with me.

A country where my 19 year old idiot brother is considering buying a gun "just for the clout" and would actually be allowed to do it is not a safe country.

[kpop-uni]

Confessions // Chapter 5

Choi YoungjaexReader Based on a serial killer and his documentary Words: 3.6K Warnings: Smut, language, blood and, eventually details surrounding the murders. In this chapter specifically, there are mentions of sexual abuse and triggering topics. A/N: Smut in here, not the good kind. BUT thank you guys for waiting patiently for this chapter! It’s the final one and it’s an open-end so let me know your thoughts! I hope you enjoy it and feel free to let me know your thoughts! Chapter 4 // End

Nothing made sense, Youngjae just kept his eyes on you. It wasn't until you noticed that his mom was crying hysterically, clinging to herself that you started paying attention. Parents of the victims were rejoicing, hugging each other and happy tears were streaming down their faces. Another look at Youngjae showed his head down, hiding his face as he cried, making you stand. An officer rushed over, holding your arm to make sure you didn't move toward Youngjae, keeping you back.

"Youngjae..." You watched as he was pulled up, cuffed again and pulled from the table. "Youngjae!" You screamed, trying to move closer to him only to get stopped by the officer. You kept screaming his name, crying as Bam moved toward you, holding you as you screamed for Youngjae to come back.

"He's innocent, Bam! You know he is!" You cried into Bam's chest, arms wrapped around him as he held you tight, trying to shush you as watched Youngjae disappear behind the doors. Bam gently draped his blazer over your head, covering your face as he and Jinyoung walked out with you. Reporters were asking for comments, cameras rolling as the families of the victims spoke with reports each of them looking at you. You felt their judging eyes from under the blazer, your feet moving faster to get away from everything. Once in Jinyoung's car, you dropped the blazer on your lap, Bam sliding in next to you.

You blocked the conversation Jinyoung had with Bam, your head swirling with everything that happened. Bam occasionally looking at you, trying to get you to talk but you simply stayed silent, only staring at the single spot on the car. You didn't notice the car park, or you getting out and sitting on your couch. You looked up at the TV in front of you, the black screen showing your lost reflection. Bam and Jinyoung weren’t around, only silence surrounded you before the closing of a cabinet made you turn to the hall toward the kitchen. Jinyoung’s whispers were heard and Bam’s response echoing back.

You reached for the TV remote, turning it on and sitting back on the couch, gulping down the lump on your throat.

“...we all know it must be comforting for the parents to know that this man won’t hurt any other girl.” One of the reporters spoke.

“I would hope so, they went through so much within this past year that this justice would help them even if it’s a little.”

You looked up when Bam turned the TV off, sighing heavily. “It’s not good for you to dwell on things like this,”

Bam stayed for the night, staying with you when you woke up screaming. He and Jinyoung ran to your room, Bam immediately comforting you as you clung to him, only wanting Youngjae back. You weren’t allowed to visit Youngjae, the prison saying that only family was allowed, even with his mother’s permission, you weren’t let in. Bam came out with a message from him, that he would come out and he promises to make it all up for you. You stayed home months following after, still not allowed to visit Youngjae, no matter how much you begged or tried to bribe the officers.

Jinyoung continued to come over to keep an eye on you, sometimes staying over and sleeping on the couch. Today, he had called that once he was done with work he was going to go over to help around, starting to help you get back on your feet and get yourself back in school. You scrolled through your phone, looking over old pictures of Youngjae and you. You sniffled, head resting on your blanket, thinking of all the memories you shared with him, the joy he brought you.

A text notification dropped down from the top part of the screen, your eyes glancing up to see Bam's name.

BamBam 3:57 PM: Can you call quick? I wanna run through something with you.

You clicked the drop-down message before it disappeared, letting it take you to Bam's contact info and calling him. You waiting as it rang twice before he answered. "Are you alone?"

"Yeah? What's going on?" You could hear his out of breath voice shake a bit, the sound of the city in the background.

"Yugyeom was after me to talk to him and we had a big argument about what happened with Youngjae and I was about to hang up before he told me something."

You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up and listening to his voice as your breathing stopped, eyes widening in shock.

"Jinyoung contacted Yugyeom a week before he went on the stand and offered him 2 grand to lie. He told Yugyeom that Youngjae did do the crimes but that Jinyoung was scared for his safety if he confronted Youngjae about it.

"So, Jinyoung took a flight over to visit Yugyeom, gave him the money, buried the jacket covered in blood that who knows where he got it from and came back."

Your lips trembled, tears rising as you whimpered. "Bam... He wouldn't. Jinyoung is his best friend-"

"Jinyoung wasn't himself the past few months, have you noticed?"

You heard your front door open, the call of your name making you scramble back to the headboard of your bed. "He's here, I have to go,"

"Be careful,"

Just as you hung up, Jinyoung came in your room, smiling at you and showing you a bag in his hands, the other hiding behind his back. “Hey, I brought you takeout.”

You hid your phone under your thigh, only looking at the bag before Jinyoung's smile fell, shoulder's slumping. "Still down?" He asked, taking a few steps to you before showing his hiding hand. "Thought that maybe you needed a little pick me up."

Jinyoung offered you a bouquet, the whole thing colorful and fill your nose with the beautiful scent of them. You reached for the wrapped flowers, taking them in your arms. "Come on, let's get food in you."

You didn't take his hand when he offered it, getting off the bed on your own, hiding your phone under the blanket. You followed him to the kitchen, watching as he turned to smile at you, setting the paper bag down. Jinyoung let you sit, taking out everything he needed, beginning to serve the food. “You okay? You look like you have something to say.”

You looked up at Jinyoung who smiled at you, setting a plate of food in front of you, giving you his full attention. “We can talk about it if you want.”

Your eyes shifted down to your food before hesitantly looking up at Jinyoung as he took a bite of his food, chewing it before swallowing. You set the flowers on the table next to your plate, fingers grazing the fork. “Did you pay Yugyeom to lie?”

Jinyoung didn’t stop eating, only looking up at you as he took another forkful of food, chewing his food. You waited for his answer, not even able to eat your food, growing tense. Jinyoung took his time eating, taking a sip of his water before looking at you. "Who told you?"

"I asked you first-"

"Yes, I did,"

You took in a breath, Jinyoung watching you closely before scoffing, picking up his fork to grab some more food. "And now you're going to ask why, right?" Jinyoung guessed, pushing his plate away as he sat back against his chair. You couldn't find words to answer Jinyoung, only sitting and waiting for him to continue.

"I figured that we could go down the old-fashioned route and I could just tell you the truth and have to prove that I'm so much better than Youngjae but then I realized that... I could've just completely removed him from the picture." Jinyoung shrugged during the pause, eyes on his plate.

You blinked, hands trembling on your lap as Jinyoung pressed his tongue to his cheek, suddenly turning into someone you didn't know. He was angry, almost shaking as he collected his thoughts.

"At first I started fucking around, you know? Mostly with girls with the same hair color, same skin complexion as you." Jinyoung waved his hand, dismissing them with a disgusted look. "I thought maybe they could substitute the feeling of you. But it wasn't the same, it never was. They wanted something more but I told them I didn't and they were just so clingy!"

You flinched when he raised his voice, Jinyoung taking a breath before relaxing. "Last year, the first girl was just calling me all the time. She told me to forget you, that she was better anyway and I just snapped."

"I panicked at first, tossing the body in the school's pool and going into hiding." Jinyoung sighed, almost as if he told this story so many times, he was growing bored of it. "There was a rush though, it felt so good to have that much power."

You tensed when Jinyoung looked at you, lips lifting in a smile. "I killed them all, just for fun. Then I realized I could just pin everything on Youngjae and have you fall for me."

You couldn't form words, too shocked to say anything but you pushed yourself back when Jinyoung stood up. You grabbed onto your chair, keeping it in front of you as Jinyoung stalked toward you.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I love you, I could never hurt you,"

"Why-"

"Because he always gets what he wants!" Jinyoung snapped, eyes blazed with anger, trembling as he grit his teeth. "It's not fair! I saw you first! I had a class with you two years ago! And you fucking chose him over me?"

You kept backing away, terrified of the change in Jinyoung, one you never saw. He got mad, sure, you've seen how angry he gets with other people but never like this. He looked like he would kill you without a second thought.

"If it wasn't for me, he would've never met you! I wanted to go to the library to talk to you, but he finally saw you and went behind my back to get to you!" Jinyoung lashed forward, yanking the chair away from your hands, tossing it like nothing toward the table.

"You know how crazy I got knowing that he was the one making you shy? The one you blushed with, flirted with, especially the one you spread those legs for so easily?" By the end, Jinyoung trapped you against the wall, hands gripping your arms.

"Jinyoung-"

"I fucking loved you! I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you and you chose him?" Jinyoung noticed the way you cowered against him, how you trembled and your eyes squeezed closed, almost hugging yourself for protection.

"Princess, I'm sorry," His voice dropped to a whisper, hands loosening on your arms as he bent to your level, carefully picking your face up to look at him. His fingertips pushed your hair behind your ear, a smile coming up on his face. You couldn't look at him, your eyes slowly opening and staying down, terrified of what he looked like.

"Remember our first night together?" He asked, hands moving down your arms and to your hips, pressing himself flush against you. "The way you held me, begged me for more... Fuck, your pussy was so wet for me and you took me in so deep and felt so good."

You shook your head, Jinyoung ignoring you as he kissed your cheek. "I couldn't get your sinful moans out of my head all day. I just wanted to come back and feel you wrapped around me again."

A choked sob left you as Jinyoung pressed kisses to your cheek, moving down to your neck and nibbling on it. You whimpered at the sudden bite, flinching as Jinyoung chuckled against your skin. "I know you like me too," He pressed a kiss under your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "I can tell by the way you look at me when I come over, how you clung to me when Youngjae wasn’t here, that’s why I decided that you wanted me too.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, hands gripping his shirt tighter in your fist. “That sweet smile on your face when you kissed me goodbye, the way you whined when I had to leave-"

“Jinyoung, I wasn’t in my right mind-"

“Princess,” Jinyoung chuckled, pulling back to look at you as his hands went back to hold your face gently. “Youngjae isn’t here anymore, you don’t have to worry about him.” You tried looking away, tried pulling away but he held your face, pressing his lips to yours.

You cried, hands attempting to push him back before Jinyoung roughly slammed you into the wall, ignoring the way your head bounced with the hit. “Stop trying to get away from me!” Jinyoung yelled, gripping you tightly, holding you up as your legs got wobbly.

Your head spun, seeing double of  Jinyoung as he dragged you to him, making you take a couple of steps before collapsing. “Stop doing this shit! Do you want to get punished?” Jinyoung yelled, attempting to pull you up but you couldn’t, black spots appearing in your vision. You collapsed, legs finally giving out.

You opened your eyes to see the ceiling of your room, you sat up, head spinning and making you lay down again. You groaned a bit, hand covering your eyes to try to steady yourself and to try to get your head to stop spinning.

"Awake?"

Jinyoung's voice made you cower, turning away only for his hand to pull your face gently to face him, his weight falling on the bed next to you. "Baby, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, but you're just so stubborn."

"I don't want you," You whispered, wanting to pull away from Jinyoung but you felt so weak. "I want Youngjae, how could you do this?"

You yelped at the slap to your cheek, curling into a ball as your hands covered your face for protection. You were pinned to the bed, wrist pressed into it as Jinyoung straddled you, grunting when you tried to get away from him. “Stop! Fucking stop!” Jinyoung yelled, making your cry harder.

“I hate you!” You screamed, gasping as his hand wrapped around your throat, your free hand clawing at his arm to let you go.

“You hate me? After everything, I did for you?” Jinyoung watched your face turn red, the way you wheezed for air before he let your neck go, grabbing a hand full of your hair and dragging you off the bed. You yelped as you fell, trying to protect yourself as Jinyoung kept the tight hold on your hair.

“You just feel bad because of him, but just give it time and you’ll come around,” Jinyoung turned soft again, pulling your hair harder to make you kneel.

“I’m sorry!” You screamed, Jinyoung’s hand freezing as he was ready to hit you again. “I’m sorry! It’s the guilt! It’s happening too fast!”

You stumbled when Jinyoung’s hand left your hair, sniffling as he knelt in front of you and cooed softly, kissing your cheek. “I know, but it’ll go away. I’m never leaving you and you’re going to see how I’m so much better for you, okay?”

You forced your head to nod, crying as his lips danced on your cheek, skimming down to your neck. You let him drag you closer, arms caging around you as he gripped your body, making sure you didn’t leave. You whimpered when he flipped you both over, hovering over your body on the ground, his face lighting up. “I love your cute sounds,”

You stared up at the ceiling as Jinyoung laid on you, head on your chest, marks blooming on your body from the bites, the gripping, and the slaps he gave you. Your hair was a tangled mess from the pulls and your face was red and stained with dried tears. You stayed still, Jinyoung getting comfortable and groaning softly, smiling at your wince feeling sore. He gave your chest butterfly kisses, hands skimming across your body as he sighed.

“I can stay inside you forever... can I?” He asked, not expecting an answer, not like you were going to give him one anyway. Jinyoung moved his face down, kissing your tummy before grinning. “How many little ones do you think we’ll have? I want three, all of them to look as cute as you.”

Jinyoung looked up at you, seeing you staring off into space, body laying almost lifeless. You couldn’t cry anymore, all your tears used up and Jinyoung smiled a bit, scooting up to be face level with you. “I love you, baby. I’m always going to protect you, okay? I’m not going to let that fucking animal get near you.”

Jinyoung pulled out, giving you one last kiss before pulling on his clothes, going to the closet. You curled into yourself, eyes closed and block out the rustling he made as he walked around the room. He packed a few of your clothes, stuffing them in a bag before searching your desk and drawers.

Jinyoung sighed, frowning before searching the bed, finally finding your phone. He set it down on your bedside table, putting the ready bag down and walking over to you. He sat you up, gently pulling your clothes back on before smiling at you, cupping your cheek. "You're my girl, okay?"

You let Jinyoung take you out to his car, packing your bag in his trunk as he buckled you up. He looked at you, your eyes not once looking at him. Jinyoung grit his teeth, hand curling around your neck and making you gasp in fear.

"You scream, make one attempt to run away from me and I'm going to fucking kill you, got it?" Jinyoung warned, making you whimper, a small yes escaping your lips. He kissed you, letting go of your neck and making his way to the driver's side of the car.

Youngjae rushed into the arms of Bam, hugging his cousin tightly. "I can't thank you enough,"

Bam laughed a bit, rubbing Youngjae's back. "Don't thank me, you know I would do anything for you."

It's been two weeks since Bam heard your voice, his worry intensifying as he was unsure of what could've happened to you after Jinyoung came home. Bam was close to visiting you when he got a call from an unknown number, answering and sighing in relief at your voice.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm okay," You answered, looking up at Jinyoung who towered over you. You gulped silently, hand gripping the phone. "I went out of town for a bit, sorry. I have to go but I'm okay,"

You didn't have a chance to properly apologize, to even hear Bam's attempt to keep you on the line a bit longer. Jinyoung yanked the phone back, hanging up and tossing the phone aside.

Now, Bam stood with what hopefully was going to be the best thing to pick you up, Youngjae eagerly rushing inside his home.

It was cold, Youngjae shivering as he looked around. The kitchen smelled, bugs on the table as food sat there growing mold. There was a chair tossed aside, what looked like dried blood on the ground that was slightly smeared. Youngjae walked to the room to find most of your stuff missing, the bed a mess and the whole place in shambles.

Youngjae looked over at your phone, picking it up to find it barely with any battery. He plugged it into the charger, waiting slightly for it to start working properly before scrolling through your records. The last call and text you sent were over a week ago, with no activity happening other than a few social media notifications along with calls and texts from Bam.

Youngjae dialed Jinyoung's number, waiting as the line rang a few times before it answered. Jinyoung sighed, pushing his hair back as he pressed the phone to his ear, smiling. "Hello?"

"Jinyoung? It's me, Bam bailed me out, where's y/n?"

Jinyoung grinned widely, looking down at you and giving you a wink as you stared up at him, hands tied above your head to the headboard. "Wanna talk to her?" Jinyoung asked, pulling the phone away and offering it to you. "Guess what? Bam bailed Youngjae out, he's free and wants to see you,"

Your eyes widened, hands struggling against the rope. Youngjae listened to your whimpers, eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Baby, it's me-"

"Sorry, she doesn't want to talk to you," Jinyoung pressed the phone back to his ear, watching as you cried, trying to turn away. Jinyoung grinned at how broken you were, now terrified of Youngjae after all the abuse you received from Jinyoung for even thinking about him. "Right, princess? You don't want him?"

"No! I don't want him! Please, Jinyoung, I don't want him!" You cried, shaking and terrified of what could happen to you. Jinyoung hummed, the loud kisses he pressed on your neck reaching Youngjae as he stood silent, tears streaming down his face.

"If you get near my girl, I'm going to murder her just like I did to the others. I'm going to make you watch as I tear her apart, making sure you get blamed again."

Youngjae listened to your cries, the way you begged for forgiveness to Jinyoung and the way he slightly moaned, chuckling. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're busy getting a family started."

Jinyoung pulled away from you, putting the phone down on the desk he had across the room, smashing the phone until it broke.

Youngjae looked over at Bam who stood at the entrance of the bedroom, teeth-gritting in anger. "I'm going to kill him,"

[slcters]

 「 avan jogia. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 SLATER MALIH SAVALIA 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY THREE 」year old 「 LAW 」 major has been apart of the squad since 「 OCTOBER 2018」and seems to be the 「 DELPHIC 」of the group.「 SLATER」is a「 SENIOR」 and seems to enjoy 「 WRITING & PLAYING MUSIC 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

TW:  CHEATING, ABANDONMENT, PORN MENTION, DEATH, DRUGS

Anyways lemme give you some info about my man and try to keep it as short ( I lied ) as possible I’ll have some wanted connections at the end so hit me up to plot cause I live for that :) 

NAME: SLATER MALIH SAVALIA AGE: 23 MAJOR: PRE- LAW SENIOR @ LEX POSITION: A DADDY HOBBIES: givin 0 Fucks, living life to the full, writing, being an PI on his dad, spiting his family n causing problems as a FUCK U. BORN: LONDON, ENGLAND. SEXUALITY: A truE WILD BISEXUAL :”)

BACKGROUND: 

So Slater was born in London, England however when he was younger he moved around a lot with his parents until they settled in LA. Mainly for his dads business and his mum had previously lived there too.

His mum was a travel writer which explains why they traveled a lot, his father runs a few escort agencies + brothels ( nevada only we do it legal here )  and also started up his own pornographic production company / film studio in LA. it would probably now be one of the biggest in the world.  ( think vivid entertainment meets brazzers ) u know FILTHY RICH SHIT.

Both his parents were obviously away quite a lot, his dad ran so many businesses and hmm was hands-on lets say but the household was pretty calm when he was fairly young. his mum was super attentive and loving and just such an amazing role model and always wanted to take him with her to show him the world when she had to leave. i think he definitely was a mummas boy.

at about 8/9 however would’ve been when things kind of came crashing down for him. he really caught his dad cheating on his mum w/ one of the porn stars he hired from the studio. His dad would’ve really asked him NOT to tell him mum because it would break their family up. obviously, slater was like terrified of the chance of losing his family so he just pretended nothing ever happened.

he was so conflicted because he was keeping this huge secret and he had so much guilt but he didn’t wanna be the one to ruin things. Like his dad basically used him as a cover like expecting him to lie for him for a long time. it would’ve really eaten away at him. like it would’ve not been a one-time thing, but slater was in denial for sure.

i think one day slater would’ve slipped up in one of his lies for his dad and his mum ended up fighting out what happened and it was such a mess. it would've led to their divorce and god that was.. SOO messy. they defs didnt have a prenup and like the custody.

I think lowkey he was miserable being with his dad, he had so much resentment and sadness there. he would’ve been okay being with his mum the whole time.

His dad was really the type of parent that would use his kids against each his ex wife like they would use slater to pass on messages and being like no u can’t have him for that day etc etc And not taken slater into consideration.

his dad though really tried his absolute best to bring his mum down which was sooo sad to see, like watching her get put through the ringer by his dad and she just became a bit of a shell of who she was, because he obviously had more than enough money to do it and didn’t want her to see a dime of it even tho he.. RLLY BE LIVING THE HIGH LIFE.

slater would’ve just been back and forth between them both up until he was about 15 when his mum, unfortunately, passed away due to drugs. which was SO UNEXPECTED.  i think there was definitely a lot more to it, like she definitely was self-medicating to help go through the still pending divorce. which would’ve lasted years. 

anyways losing his mum devastated slater because truly she was like a best friend to him, she was. he always enjoyed the weeks at his mums more than his dad and now he knew he’d be stuck there.

he fights a lot with his dad still about everything that happened and what he did, he blames him for it and putting a LITERAL KID in the middle.

anyways though since the separation his dad had like a myriad of “ girlfriends” around who were probably all young enough to be like a step sibling tbh. he never took to any of them until his stepmom. who shockingly he actually really likes. shes one thing keeping his family together atm.

 Anyways as you can imagine slaters dads business was huge and his dad is truly raking in the money but slater has always felt uncomfortable spending or even benefiting off it which is why he’s extremely secretive considering he knows where it comes from and he doesn’t exactly support his dad let alone he doesn’t want to have to explain that to people and get them looking into his family.

his father has really tried and put up this front though as if he’s a huge family man now and is conservative and super religious and smh that pissed off slater to the max. he’s like that dont make no fucking sense..

 when he high school hit though they were going to country clubs all that shit slater hated basically. he truly didn’t mind acting out just to spite his dad knowing hey your a family man what are you gonna do about it??

this drove his dad so crazy and only meant more rules were put on him, it was about the only attention his dad gave him.

when hey fight though its really wild, you know slater throws it in his dads face basically just some fucking pimp and exploits people and he’s never gonna do that and he’d rather have nothing than follow in his footsteps

i think his dad has been fined multiple times for some shady shit going on in his businesses. plus its been common knowledge in the depths of the industry they heavily provide them w/ alcohol drugs etc. probably has had an issue with the treatment of the people hes hired. lawsuits.  there's more under the surface that even slater doesnt know.

there would’ve been a bit of a scandal where his dad employed one of his dumbass country club friends daughters aka someone even slater knew to star in one of his adult films

 but regardless like he knew he really was fortunate he lived an extremely privileged life, like he would be set for life, could sit do nothing and its good. he just never had a huge interest in it unlike his father who really always said that he would take over everything someday and it would turn into a huge family business. and he was like yikes someone come tell him.. no thanks. 

 His dad and him definitely had a rocky relationship after his moms death, he  didn’t parent very much and just left his stepmom in so many uncomfortable situations but honestly

 He saw her more as a friend though then a mum but she was the best parental figure he’s ever even had. She’d genuinely try so hard to make sure his dad was acting like one like telling him he’s going to his sons gigs or else even though slater knew his dad would come for 2 seconds to appease his wife then leave.

But growing up he’s always been super careful of who’s around him and who he lets into his life probably as a result of how secretive his family has always instilled in him to be.

 Like his dad keeps saying we’re family we come first, and he never wanted slater to be sharing that with people about what they did.

 But he has such a resentment to his dad, like he thinks he’s a mess he has a wife he doesn’t give a fuck about a son he doesn’t see, he does god knows what he just is so convinced he can’t turn out like him ever. 

I think people genuinely think he must not come from money because the amount of people who have ever met his parents or seen his house is a handful if that. 

Like he’s always hanging out at other people’s places and just he’s never been really extravagant unless its to purposely spite his dad yikes. that comes from anger.

Like he really got himself a job even though his dad said he could come work for him just cause he was like yeah I don’t want to run ur dumb company and make money off it u pos? 

His dad has definitely been investigated a few times for shady practices. slater definitely started looking into law for that reason, like he genuinely thought he wants to actually be able to put guys who screw the system and own huge corporations and think they can pay outta anything in jail.

meanwhile his dad thought great a lawyer who can defend our family business smh so he supports him He has no clue slater would rather take him down.

hes on the dl investigating his dad himself. who wanna help.

PERSONALITY

losing his mom AND one his best friends showed him that he needs to really do everything he wants to and in that moment which does make him selfish at times 

i think he has abandonment issues, i think like when  his best friend who was kinda the reason he came to lex, happened to pass away also triggered that again ( TBD WHY im leaving this open for plots ) and that really shook him all over.

he really almost feels cursed at this stage.

he was pretty sheltered tbh because his dad wasn’t trusting AT ALL and at first was homeschooled until High school so he didn’t exactly grow up outgoing or being able to have many people at his place or tell them about his life.

i think theres not many people who know he’s related to his dad business, even tho his dad business iS HUGE and legit is his last name. and hes like yeah ha coincidence right??? not my dad at all.

He’s super fucking blunt though like he may be secretive with his personal life but his ass does not hold back which has gotten him into way too many problems. 

He just feels like he grew up lying about so much, his dad was like we don't want people taking advantage of you if they find out who you are and use things against me.

 he hated that and all the secrets about his dad he kept so don’t expect him to hold back on feelings or thoughts back at all 

LOVES to spite and piss his dad off even if that means 30+ students at his dads place during a business meeting lets do it.

He acts a lot without thinking like he sucks at planning anything and a lot of time he seems a little flighty and that he doesn’t take things serious enough esp his relationships

.He’d really go above and beyond though for anyone who’s proven to him that they can be trusted like he’s been known to be all in he either gives it everything or nothing so he goes extravagant

will try everything once.

wild child tm.

 his ass was kinda like living it up. he’s like on the brink of i dont want to just use my dads money but he’s like if i am though i wanna use it to actually do something decent, like get a law degree and be something, travel like his mum did. hes obsessed with the thought of like following in her footsteps BUT HE. NEVER ADMITS IT.

feelings who are u?

 He’s definitely a realist and a little bit cynical too, like he’s seen way too much shit to really have some ideal look on life. 

He doesn’t believe in some fairytale or things just happen for a reason or really in fate or anything like that. 

Like he doesn’t think love fixes everything and someone can be your happiness at all . hes like clearly its only problems so.

He’s only ever really had one serious relationship and a bunch of other casual things but that was just nothing to him

 He’s not closed off to them but he picks and chooses what he gives, but he’s just doubtful how someone’s gonna mix well into his life 

He definitely seems aloof and a bit cold but I mean after a drink and 5 minutes he’ll be picking your brain on just about anything 

loves writing in general, usually lyrics and music though.

secretly Loves a good midnight dnm overlooking the water with a trusted friend

 Awesome at getting himself out of situations he can be pretty convincing lbr

lowkey has abandonment issues. 

connections: donnt say im trash i know.

extra drama - his STEP sibling. aka child of his step mom. 

his best friends sibling, aka the one who passed away :”(

someone whose mum dated his dad WILD.

A TABOO FLING OR CRUSH, basically he got with someone he shouldn’t of, we can decide reasons HOWEVER I’D LOVE if the other chara was the ex of his friend who passed away. HED FEEL LIKE SHIT for having feelings. the angst. and the we cant do this its wrong.

I mean... someone who actually WORKS FOR HIS DAD. i would die, could be an escort, a sex worker, someone who is signed to his dads production company, can be a pornstar or more like a cam star too.

someone who is a huge tease and rlly makes his ass beg to be with them. make him work for it honey.

ooo a really GOOOOD friend and they’ve always been “ platonic” but theres this weird sexual tension and they both know it, but like ooo it could risk the frienndship n makee it weird and like ugh.

like someone whose parents hates them hanging around w/ slater bc of his family, maybe bc they ran in the same circles from back home but they just.. cant stay away from each other.

someone hes kinda dated but they realised we’d be better off as friends even tho weve seenn each other naked, it was fun.

One of the people from back home that found out all about his entire family when the scandal was exposed. They could’ve been friends or enemies.

AN ex!! pls he defs has broken some hearts or THE ONE WHO BROKE HIS :) IF U DO THIS U WILL GET SO MUCH LOVE

An enemy Maybe someone against his family or someone he just can’t stand!

THE damn girl his fucking dad tried to employ to be in his damn movie! My ass would do wild shit for this one wild WILD SHIT.

unrequited love, someone's heart he broke without even realising it

A confidant someone he can really confide in tell-all his dumbass shit too, like his protective ass would really care for this person

Someone who’s into music as much as him pLS!! like someone who can just jam with him late nights

He needs that dnm kinda friend 😂

A fwb that’s self explanatory:)

RIDE OR DIES etc

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

ANYTHING IM SOOO OPEN FOR PLOTTING

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (Part 3/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Strong language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Here’s a dinner gathering including Stan that we were robbed of.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

“Time to place bets,” said Richie as the Losers - including Ben who they’d met with on the way back from shopping - stepped foot over the threshold of the restaurant. “How long ‘til we get kicked out of this place?”

“Ten minutes,” said Stanley.

“Harsh.”

“Five if you sit next to Eddie.”

Richie placed a hand over his heart in feigned offence. “You wound me.”

“He’s guh-got a point,” said Bill and Richie thumped his arm.

The waitress who met them at the door led the group to their reserved table in a private corner where they’d be least likely to disrupt other guests. It was so familiar, the Losers Club all taking their seats around a large round table to eat and laugh and catch up on each other’s lives after so long apart. But it was so different, too. They still had their memories, there was no weight of a malevolent entity resting in the air above them, and there were no seats left empty.

Stanley sat between Bill and Beverly, glasses perched on his nose as he scanned the menu. “So everything's on you, right Ben?” he said, looking up at his friend with a playful and slightly mischievous smile.

“You wish,” said Ben, flicking a crumb of complimentary bread at him. “I know for a fact every one of you is well off.”

“I vote Bill pays,” said Richie. “He’s just got that new hit book out. Bestseller. With an actually decent ending.”

“Fuck off,” said Bill, the corner of his mouth tilted up. “Didn’t you just get a contract for a rrr-r-radio show? If anyone’s paying, it's you, jackass.”

“That was supposed to be a big surprise!” Richie protested. “Now the big reveal I planned is ruined!”

“You’ll just have to think of something else,” said Mike. “Congrats anyway, man.”

“Let’s save the toasts ‘til we have drinks,” said Beverly, flagging down a waitress. 

“Do you have a gluten-free menu?” Eddie asked once the waitress had arrived.

“No fucking way are you hypoglycaemic too,” Richie snorted.

“No, but there have been studies to suggest gluten increases your risk of intestinal cancer-”

“That’s such bullshit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you a doctor?”

“Three minutes,” said Stanley which shut them both up for the time being.

“Alright, I’ll need you to give the chef a list of my allergies,” Eddie said, returning to speaking with the waitress, the poor girl looking a little terrified under his intense expression. “It’s very important. I could realistically die.”

Richie listened to him ramble off a list of food items about a mile long and marvelled at how he had anything left to eat. He spoke so fast, so passionate about everything, his hands flying all over the place as he spoke, and Richie felt kind of bad for the waitress who was frantically trying to scribble everything down in her notebook, but Ben would no doubt give the girl an enormous tip to make up for everything, so he didn’t dwell on it much, just watched Eddie’s face as it cycled through about a million expressions.

“Richie?”

Richie blinked and looked up to see that another waitress had arrived to ease off some of the workload from the first, and the rest of the Losers were looking at him expectantly.

“Drinks?” Beverly prompted when Richie just stared at them all blankly.

“Shots!” said Richie instantly, clapping his hands together. If he was already getting distracted by Eddie, he sure as hell needed alcohol to get through the rest of dinner. 

“No way. You are at least staying semi-sober tonight,” said Beverly. “He’ll have a beer.”

Richie pouted at her but didn’t protest, and the waitresses finally went away. Drinks arrived, then food - a huge sharing platter of sushi - and the Losers slipped easily into comfortable conversation, laughing and joking and reminding each other of embarrassing moments from childhood, then catching up on their lives.

“So, Stan, you and the missus went on a trip with Mike, right?”

“Yeah, it was great until he tried to push me into the grand canyon.”

“That was an accident!”

“It so was not!”

Another round of beers came and went, empty bottles piling up in the centre of the table.

“So the divorce finally went through, Eds?”

“Yep.”

“Did your mom make it difficult?”

“Her name is Myra, and no, it was fine.”

“That easy?”

“We had a prenup. I’m a fucking risk analyst, you think I wouldn’t be prepared?”

The sushi plates emptied and the second-course was served. Richie finally persuaded Beverly to let him order shots and downed three in one go.

“So you two, like, got a dog? What’s its name?”

“She’s called Ember-”

“Is that after that fucking poem?!”

“That’s adorable.”

“I just threw up in my mouth you two are disgusting.”

“Shut up, Trashmouth.”

Once Richie was drunk enough that he lost any trace of verbal filter he may have possessed, the Losers inevitably turned the conversation on him.

“So about this radio show,” said Ben.

Richie was leaning his chair back on two legs precariously, eyes closed and smiling vaguely at the warm, full feeling in his chest, though whether it was being around his friends or just the surplus amounts of alcohol he wasn’t sure. “What about it?” he said, slurring the words a little.

“Come on, man, I know you’re dying to brag about it,” said Mike. “Why the big change?”

Richie tipped his chair back to all four legs and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you guys. My manager booted me after I bombed my show and fucked off to my childhood home to do shit I couldn’t tell him about, so I ended up with a new guy who thinks I’d be a great radio personality.”

“Are you actually gonna do your own jokes?” said Eddie.

“You know what, Eddie-spaghetti? I am.” He waved his hands in the air vaguely. “Whole fresh start, ya know?”

“That’s great, Rich!” said Bill, leaning across the table to give Richie a friendly bump on the shoulder.

“Wait, wait,” said Stanley, “how come you weren’t writing your own jokes before?”

“Hey, it wasn’t like I didn’t try!” said Richie suddenly feeling a little sick and wishing he had listened to Beverly telling him not to drink so much. “My old manager just didn’t go for it.”

“How come?” said Ben.

Richie waved his hand and grunted. “I dunno, jj-just uh -” Shit he was really drunk. “It was a lot of, like, personal shit, ya know? Dude said no one would relate and it would flop I guess.”

“What kind of personal shit?” said Eddie who suddenly seemed a lot more attentive.

Richie swallowed. “Just- just shit.” He waved a hand again and suddenly became very aware that all the Losers were looking at him. “I- fuck.” He rubbed a hand down his face, dislodging his glasses, then grabbed a glass of water and splashed a little on his face. He was way too drunk to start talking about personal stuff, but here he was. “Guys, I gotta tell you something.”

“What’s up, man?” said Bill, concern clear on his brow. Damn that bastard for being such thoughtful friend.

“I, uh, shit.” Richie pressed his palms to his eyes to avoid looking at his friends, his glasses pushed up over his knuckles. “I’m, uh, I’m… How do I put this eloquently? Super fucking gay.”

The room was silent with just the lull of other customers in the background, and Richie lowered his hands just enough to peek through his fingers at his friends, a part of him expecting awkward silence, disgust, loathing… But they were all grinning.

“That’s great, man,” said Bill.

“Proud of you, Rich,” said Stan.

“Thanks for telling us, honey,” said Bev, squeezing his knee under the table.

Richie blinked at them. “You, uh, don’t seem surprised…” His friends glanced sheepishly at each other. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me you already knew!”

“Of course we didn’t know!” said Stanley. “You never told us, how could we know?”

“We suspected,” said Mike slowly. “A little…”

“You overcompensate a lot, man,” said Ben apologetically. 

“Way too many ‘your mom’ jokes,” agreed Eddie.

“Well, that’s just fucking great!” said Richie, throwing up his hands. “This shit’s been eating away at me for fucking years, I had that dumb fucking clown mocking me for it, and you’re telling me I was a fucking coward for nothing!”

“You're not a cuh-c-coward, Rich, you’re the b-bravest of us all,” said Bill, his expression one of utmost honestly. 

“No one can blame you after growing up in that crap-town,” said Stanley. “Be proud, Rich. You’re the first of us to openly say anything.”

“The first-” Richie repeated, then stopped, looking around at his friends with wide eyes as they all nervously fiddled with drinks and avoided eye contact. “Are you fucking telling me I don’t even get to be the token gay in the Losers Club?!”

“Oh, honey, this has always been more of a ‘token straight’ club,” said Beverly, nudging her thumb not-so-subtly at Ben.

“I was born this way, I can’t help it,” Ben shrugged.

“Seriously?” said Richie, looking at each of his friends in turn before his eyes finally landed on Eddie. “Et tu, Eduardo?” he said, part of him dreading the answer, whichever it may be.

Eddie glanced up at him, pulling that awkward white boy, no-lipped smile. “Why do you think I got a divorce?”

“Coz you married your fucking mom!” said Richie because this seemed obvious. 

“Other reasons, too,” said Eddie, acting way too interested in his glass of water. “We never, uh-” He coughed. “Never managed to… consummate anything.”

Richie gaped open-mouthed at him, then burst out laughing. “Holy fucking shit, Eds!” he exclaimed, tears in his eyes as the other Losers tried to hide their own snickers behind their hands. “Are you still a fucking virgin?”

“No, I’m not a fucking virgin you fucking asshole,” said Eddie, instantly back to his usual defensive self.

“Are you sure about that?”

“If anyone’s a fucking virgin here, it’s you, dickwad!”

“Just coz I managed to fuck your mom and you didn’t.”

“We just established you’re fucking gay and you’re still at it with the ‘your mom’ jokes?!”

“Guys, GUYS!” Beverly interrupted, having to shout just to be heard over their bickering. She held her glass aloft. “I propose another toast before we get kicked out again.”

“To you and Ben,” said Bill, raising his glass too.

“To leaving that shit-hole town behind us,” said Mike.

“To Rich,” said Eddie, glancing at Richie and smiling slightly in a rare moment of softness.

“To not being straight,” said Stan.

“Do I join this one?” Ben whispered to Beverly.

“Sweetheart, you’re marrying me, you have to join whether you like it or not,” Beverly replied.

“To the Losers Club!” yelled Richie, and they all brought their glasses to the centre of the table, the chimes ringing out across the restaurant as they clashed lightly together. 

They all downed their drinks and fell back into their seats as one, and Richie leaned back and looked around the table at each of his friends in turn. To Beverly, Ben, Stan, Bill, Mike, and to Eddie. His family, who loved him unconditionally, who accepted him as he was and always would. He smiled softly to himself.

To the Losers.

*

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[singingcookie]

Idk if it's okay to ask multiple things in one ask? If not, you can just pick one/some of these (I'll leave the choice up to you~): 001 - bnha | 002 - momojirou, izuocha | 003 - kaminari, hawks, tsuyu, jirou, uraraka, shigaraki, midoriya

Yeah that’s totally fine!! Though someone else did send me Izuocha (link) and bnha (link) in other asks, but I shall answer the rest here!! I’m gonna put it under a cut so it doesn’t take a million years to scroll past lol

I think I’m gonna do the characters you sent besides Uraraka and Deku, mostly because I talk about them all the time anyways. And the odds of someone else sending me those two are fairly high so on we go!! 

To kick things off, Momojirou!

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it.

Y’know, I’m not really sure? It wasn’t anything in canon. I think it was just a piece of fanart that got me to consider it and I was like “hmmmm you have my attention…” about it afterwards lol

my thoughts:

I think they’re a really cute prospect! We already know that Momo’s helped Kyouka with studying for the final exams, and then Hori said in the Ultra Archive book that just came out that they’re sharing music with one another and they’re really close friends so!! I’d be more than down with this ship lol

What makes me happy about them:

They’re so different, but they’re eager to learn more about each other! That’s always something really cute…!

What makes me sad about them:

They’re not a very popular ship :/ I see a lot of fanart, but not much in the way of fics unless they’re just there like in the background primarily.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

They’re usually a background ship lmao

Things I look for in fanfic:

Give me them as the main focus and show me two girls who care about each other and I’m very sold lol

My kinks:

Errrr I really don’t have any lol

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

For Momo I think AwaseMomo is cute, so’s the concept of IidaMomo and maybe TodoMomo if you give me good build up. For Jirou I’d say I’d be down with Kamijirou and also no one talks about it but like…guys we’re all sleeping on Minajirou…

My happily ever after for them:

They get to be cute girlfriends during off time from Hero work. Jirou also writes rock music in her free time, and Momo loves get togethers to invite all of their friends over and listen to Jirou play.

Okay on to the people questions!!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

First and foremost, Kaminari!

How I feel about this character:

I really like Kaminari! He’s a huge goofball but he also really cares about his friends. And while he may not have the highest grades in the class, he seems to be really good at reading people! 

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Kamijirou, ShinKami, KamiMina, KamiKiri… I’d be down with any of those tbh.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

KamiSero. Bros man. Bros for life 

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t think he’s quite as dumb as some parts of the fandom can portray him as though I think his classmates do over exaggerate it themselves similar to how fandom does

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Mostly I just hope we get him in more serious situations as the story continues? The only time we’ve seen him really get serious was during the license exam. And I just think it’d be nice to see him under a more serious kind of pressure now that he has better means of controlling his quirk.

My OTP:

Kaminari/Wheeeey

My OT3:

I can’t even think of a solid OT3 here that I could really get behind so idk.

Next up we got Hawks!

How I feel about this character:

Lemme tell you, I was not expecting to love Hawks as much as I do? He’s not really one of my top 5 or anything but any time he shows up I’m like “Hey!!! It’s mah boy!!!” He’s great, love him. Terrified for him also considering how many Icarus parallels we’ve gotten hahahahaha

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I think the concept of Huyumi is neat?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

EndHawks are a solid brotp from how the manga’s going rn. Also Tokoyami and Hawks. And my OC Hikaru and Hawks I mean what.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m not really sure tbh. Maybe just that I don’t think he’s gonna turn on the heroes for real? I know that’s been a thing like “how do we know what side he’s really on?” But I think the latest chapter kinda helps kick that away idk

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

*banging pots and pans together* DEEPEN THAT BACK STORY GIVE ME MORE INFO DAMMIT

My OTP:

Hawks/Living

My OT3:

Again I…have no idea lmao

Alright now we go on to Tsuyu!!

How I feel about this character:

Tsuyu is a good frog. I really enjoy her character and her overall just chill kind of nature I guess? But I also love that she’s still willing to stand up for her convictions! Like, saying what she did in the hospital took a lot guts! And then telling the rescue group how much knowing they went through with it hurt her… She’s a brave girl who stands up for what she believes in. She’s got a good head on her shoulders for sure!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Habuko/Tsuyu, Tsuchako… It occcurs to me that I must headcanon her as wlw because I can’t really imagine her with any of the dudes.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

TokoTsuyu and MidoTsu! I love the way she interacts with both boys and how easily they work together and she gets along with them!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Idk I think it reads really weird when people write her as saying “kero” or “ribbit” every single sentence. Like, she does say it often enough but not like every sentence. I’m not sure outside of that what an unpopular opinion would even be for her.

Actually also consider…transgirl Tsuyu. Thank you for your consideration.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I’d like to see her struggles a little more? She’s been a part of a couple of arcs but it’s mostly just with her just kinda being there. We don’t see her struggling like Ochako does following Overhaul. The most struggle we got was the hospital and follow up scene. It would be nice to expand on that for her character I think. Give us a better grasp on her by knowing how she goes through something hard.

Maybe also show us something with her family too!

My OTP:

Habuko/Tsuyu by a mile!

My OT3:

I can’t really think of one, but I think that’s just cause I only have the two ships and I feel weird pushing that into an OT3 when Habuko and Ochako don’t know each other lol

Then we have Jirou!!

How I feel about this character:

Jirou’s kind of a nice change from a lot of the other girls in Class A. The rest are pretty bubbly or upbeat while Jirou’s kind of lowkey and sarcastic? She’s a good change of pace while also being really nice to bounce said characters off of. I also like seeing her love of music. And the fact that while it’s something she really does love she’s not really looking to make a career out of it? Because sometimes you want your hobbies and job separate so that’s cool to see too.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Oh gosh okay um Momojirou, Kamijirou, KoudaJirou and Minajirou. These are all good and I will stand by it lol

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Bakujirou. Listen…the cultural festival and then the joint training put this friendship in my heart and I’m so about it! But also I love her friendships with all the people in the ships I mentioned…

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Idk if this is unpopular but I don’t think she’s very uppity about music taste? I think Jirou’s really open to a wide variety of music but she tends to enjoy rock the most. It’s part of why she’s learned to play so many instruments, I think!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Give me a moment where she gets to be at the core of something heroic. We almost got a glimpse of that in the USJ attack. But then she was unconscious for the training camp, she wasn’t part of Overhaul… She did get focus in the cultural festival but that was about the music, more than any like hero mission or anything…

My OTP:

Jirou/Music

I’m sorry I know a lot of these OTPs sound like jokes but it’s mostly because there isn’t like one of the romantic ships that super outweighs the others for me.

My OT3:

*shrugs*

And last but certainly not least: Shigaraki!! BE FOREWARNED LOTS AND LOTS OF SPOILERS AHEAD!!

How I feel about this character:

Shigaraki is a poor bastard that I love to hate. He’s a really complex character as we’ve been shown since the villain arc. His backstory is absolutely tragic. And Hori keeps painting for us these parallels to Deku but ultimately they function more as foils. Putting them in similar situations only to highlight the difference the two characters have with one another.

I can’t wait to see what else Hori has in story regarding him!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmm, I’m not really sure I have a ship for him really? I think it’s mostly just that I haven’t considered it, so I don’t really have any thoughts regarding that.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

His whole relationship to the League is...actually really sweet? It’s nice that they’ve all found this little home and camaraderie with one another.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t really think he’s all that bad? Like I know there’s a lot that don’t think he’s very interesting or what have you, but I really find his character fascinating and I can’t wait to see how much more he grows outside of AfO’s influence.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I really like the idea of some of his memories being faked by AfO or else that AfO is the one that gave him his quirk in the first place. It just makes the most sense to me considering how his quirk started out so strong right at the beginning when all the other quirks we’ve seen don’t start off immediately strong unless they’re a quirk with a stockpile effect (e.g. OfA and Eri’s Rewind).

My OTP:

Shigaraki/Medication for his skin condition :

My OT3:

I don’t even have any ships how would I do an OT3 lmao

[jbuffyangel]

The Good Soldier: Arrow 7x19 Review (Spartan)

Uhhhh....

Let’s dig in...  

John Diggle

It has taken seven years and 157 episodes, but we are finally getting John Diggle’s backstory and IT’S JUICY.  

Diggle and Oliver procured an A.R.G.U.S. vault drive during a run in with Virgil. For the life of me I cannot remember that guy’s connection to Emiko and her super villain organization, so I’m just slotting him in the “henchman” category. Does that work for everyone? Fabulous. Moving on.

Unfortunately, Felicity is unable to hack the protocols protecting the drive.  Feel free to roll your eyes. A drive Felicity Smoak can’t hack? Please. 

She does, however, recognize who created the protocols – the Department of Defense, or Arrow’s fake version which is the Defense Intelligence Agency.

Source: paigeOTA 

John says something like, “Hey I know a guy.” OH YOU DO? John knows a guy at the Department of Defense? Not just any guy, but a GENERAL. 

Gee, Diggle this information would have been super handy all the times Team Arrow has been fighting ARMIES like Slade and the Mirakuru soldiers, Ra’s Al Ghul and the League, or pretty much any bad guy to grace Arrow’s screen during May sweeps. 

But okay, Season 7 he’s coughing up this info. Great. Helpful. Thanks big guy.

John is super nervous prior to the meeting with said General and even Oliver is wondering, “Dude what’s up with you?” So obviously this is an authority figure for Diggle, which means parent of some kind. This is all, but confirmed when General Stewart starts criticizing John’s career choices. Oh yeah, this guy is definitely a parent. 

General Stewart is Diggle’s stepfather. Get it? Stewart as in John Stewart aka the Green Lantern. It’s completely okay if you missed that detail. I was about 15 minutes into the episode before I put that puzzle piece together.

General Stewart: I’m sorry to say you’ve lost your way.

I like this guy. Not for nothing, but “lost” is how I would also describe John the last couple seasons of Arrow. The more evolved and independent Oliver becomes the more adrift John becomes. Sure, he ditched A.R.G.U.S. to keep Lyla safe (Thank goodness. That storyline was terrible), but it doesn’t mean the General is wrong about his stepson. John needs direction outside of Oliver Queen and he’s been searching for it for awhile now.

Diggle: I left to protect my family and that’s not something you would understand, is it sir?

SHOTS FIRED! Daaaaaamn. Diggle is extra salty about this guy. What gives?

The Ninth Circle steals Archer from Smoak Tech (shiiiiiiiit), but General Stewart’s DIA soldiers save Felicity and Alena. Stewart is aware there’s a Ninth Circle mole inside A.R.G.U.S., so he’s been tracking their activity which led them to Smoak Tech headquarters aka the loft. The drive contained a list of DIA assets, which is why Emiko stole Archer. She’s planning on using the program to track them down and gain access to their intel.

Alright, that’s enough bad guy plot. Let’s get down to the goodies. Diggle is super pissed step daddy didn’t share his wealth of information, but Stewart argues it was classified. Oliver is basically a family counselor this entire episode and he slides in between to break up the tension. It’s hilarious.

Source: paigeOTA

Diggle leaves in a huff. 

Source: paigeOTA 

This is a theme throughout the episode. John Thomas is quite huffy. Oliver finally gets a chance to ask if there is any reason why John failed to mention during the last seven years that he has a stepfather at the DIA, particularly since he’s been up Oliver’s ass about honesty. But Oliver says it in a much nicer way.

This is why I love this man. 

Source:  1-crazy-dreamer

He’s not a hypocrite. John never spilling the stepdad details over a glass of vodka is hinky and Oliver knows it. However, he’s not going to rub Diggle’s face in it because Oliver also understands he’s told much bigger lies through the course of their friendship. Oliver makes many mistakes, sometimes repeatedly, but it makes him an incredibly compassionate person.

SO HERE’S THE TEA. Stewart was John’s father’s best friend and commanding officer.  An op went bad and John’s father stayed behind to hold off insurgents, saving the whole unit in the process. Stewart survived and Diggle’s father didn’t. John blames Stewart for his father’s death. He believes Stewart, as commanding officer, should have been the one to stay behind. AND THEN six months later, Stewart married John’s mother.

Excuse me, where has this soapy goodness been for the last seven years? The Young & the Restless writers are taking notes y’all! As @callistawolf pointed out this sounds a lot like Diggle’s history with Carly, his brother Andy’s wife. Diggle may hate his stepfather for marrying his best friend’s wife, but he kind of did the same thing with Carly. Sure, he didn’t marry her, but they definitely had a relationship. It seems this behavior runs in the Diggle family. John was always very uncomfortable with Carly being Andy’s widow and this backstory certainly brings another level of understanding why he felt that way.

Stewart is a total hard ass too, which doesn’t help his relationship with John or Andy very much. He focused on running “Spartan” survival drills with the boys and by the time John turned 18 he couldn’t wait to leave home. The whole nod to Spartan is interesting. This might be the first time we are given any background for why John’s helmet looks like a Spartan warrior. Felicity anointed Diggle with the code name, because she is Queen, but I think John was involved in designing the initial suit with Cisco. So, the overall Spartan look would have come from him and General Stewart is why.

Emiko kidnaps Diggle and General Stewart and thus they join the prestigious line of kidnapping OTA and their parents. 

Source: ebett

This almost feels like parental initiation on this show. You can’t bond with your kid until you’ve been tied up by a mad man or woman in this case.  Moira and Mama Smoak send their sympathies General.

Source: ebett

Dante tortures Diggle to get some codes out of Stewart and he folds pretty quick seeing his son in pain. Stewart being willing to do anything to keep John Diggle safe is quite an endearing quality and it makes me feel all the feels.  What can I say? I like this guy.

Dante wants access to a secret DIA experimental weapon called CYGNUS X-1. It’s genetically engineered bacteria which can consume the byproduct of nuclear fission or as Felicity explained, “It’s a biological weapon that can literally eat through anything. That’s terrifying.” Listen, if she’s scared then I’m scared. Where Felicity Smoak goes so goes my nation.

Oliver: Archer. They are going to use the intel they get from the assets to locate the DNA of the people involved with CYGNUS X-1.

Nothing Oliver said sounds good,

but I’m only half paying attention to the bad guy plot, because I am way more focused on Oliver dropping the daddy bombshell, which he does after finding Diggle brooding about his father. Superhero Jesus to the rescue! John’s father didn’t die saving everyone. He died because he was negligent and took two marines with him. The reason the rest of the unit survived was because of John Stewart. He was the real hero.

Again, this is quite reminiscent of Diggle’s relationship with Andy. Maybe Stewart and John’s father weren’t biological brothers, but they were best friends just like Oliver and Diggle. So, they were brothers all the same. There seems to be a generational thread of the good brother and the bad brother in the Diggle family. One we find that continues in the flash forwards.

Stewart: I know you might not feel the same way, but you will always be a son to me.

Felicity is able to stop Emiko from using Archer, but she’s still able to steal the weapon. John confronts his stepfather with the truth after the mission is over. Diggle cannot understand why Stewart let John hate him for all these years. And the answer is simple – because that’s what parents do. General Stewart didn’t want to take the memory of his father away from John. Diggle believed his father was a hero, so he became one. Stewart believes the lie made Diggle who he is, but John disagrees.

Diggle: If I’m a hero it’s all because of you, sir.

The Stewart last name is no accident. The man who made John Diggle a hero has the same last name as one of the greatest heroes in DC history. If John ever truly wanted to honor the General he could change his last name and become John Stewart, 

but I doubt we’ll ever see that happen nor do I think it’s necessary. John will always be Diggle. Our Diggle doesn’t need a ring because he’s is already a hero.

Source: @oliverqsmoak

John calling General Stewart “sir” is no accident either. Diggle, always the good soldier, has refused that courtesy the entire episode. But now he softens his voice; his eyes filled with tears, and calls the man who made him a hero, “sir.” John is showing respect, but also trust. He finally sees his stepfather for who he truly is. Diggle knows General Stewart is not only a good soldier, but a wonderful father. This “sir” carries more significant than “I love you” for these two men.

The gifts General Stewart gave Diggle go beyond merely survival. John is a good solider because that’s how General Stewart raised him to be. Just like Diggle’s father would want him to be.

The two hug and part with a deeper bond than the one they had before – a tradition when it comes to OTA and their parents. “Call your mother” is probably the best exit line of any character on Arrow. I loved it. Ernie Hudson was an absolute delight.

Unfortunately, we are seven years in. I’d rather have this episode in Season 7 than not at all, but there is an element of too little too late. “Spartan” makes sense in Season 1 or Season 2 at the latest. Felicity’s backstory episode was in Season 3 and I thought that was late.

It’s hard to understand why Arrow waited so long to give us this story. The only reason I can think of is DC. They have a long history of shooting down John Diggle storylines because they intend to use them somewhere else. The Suicide Squad springs to mind. David Ramsey has been very honest about DC’s refusal to allow John Stewart/Green Lantern on Arrow in the past, so they finally must have signed off in some capacity.

Do I think the Stewart name is important enough to wait seven years for an episode like this? No. I don’t, particularly if Arrow can’t develop the Green Lantern storyline for John any further. If they can then I understand holding off, but if “John Stewart” is just another Green Lantern Easter egg then I don’t think it was worth putting off the storyline.

Arrow did their best to explain this massive hole in John’s backstory. Oliver and Felicity were understandably dumbfounded by the revelations, but John’s explanation was pretty weak. How is a stepfather in the DIA not pertinent information? Of course it is, particularly when Diggle so strongly advocated for Oliver to clean out the skeletons in his closet. It just puts the episode in an awkward position and while I enjoyed it, the writers didn’t overcome the timing hurdle for me.

Flash Forwards

The Flash Forwards are rapidly becoming my favorite part of the show. If I don’t get a spin off I’m gonna… well I don’t really know what I’m gonna do because I don’t actually have any power but I’ll do something!

Felicity needs a thingamajig to fix the helmet Laurel helped Mia procure, so the Princess That Was Promised heads into Star City to track it down for Mama. Connor comes along because he’s in love with Mia and can’t stand to be separated from her for more than five minutes. Yeah, I know this hasn’t been explicitly stated, but it’s facts. #SmoaknHawke

Source: amunetblack 

Mia has to get the thingamajig from the Deathstroke Gang. Can we just take a minute and appreciate there’s a Deathstroke Gang? That’s kind of amazing. I mean… it’s bad.

We’re in luck because Connor knows the leader of the Deathstroke Gang who is… drum roll please… John Jr. Diggle aka JJ!!!!!!! 

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!! According to Connor, Lyla and Diggle’s hero gig put some pressure on the kids. Connor went one way and JJ, in an attempt to rebel, went the other. This continues the good brother/bad brother Diggle family tradition!

Source: amunetblack 

Listen, I was seriously just kidding around when I said there should be a Connor, Mia and JJ love triangle like Stefan, Elena and Damon, but if the Arrow writers want to take me up on it then FINE BY ME. 

I have an opening in my television viewing schedule for a good brother/bad brother and the woman they both love storyline! 

They are totally going there because Mia asks, “When do I get to meet him?” The “him” being JJ of course. Oh girl, you gonna meet him alright. Just you wait.

Oliver’s baby girl will have her pick of Diggle brothers and I CANNOT STAND IT BECAUSE IT IS TOO PERFECT. Why you ask? Because we don’t have to take sides. You can ship both sides of the love triangle because no matter which way you shake it Oliver and Felicity’s daughter ends up with one of Diggle and Lyla’s sons. THIS IS THE SHIPPER DREAM!

But we aren’t meeting JJ until the spin off. So settle girl. All in good time. There needs to be some surprises left for this show. Even though they haven’t cast the role yet, I bet you dollars to donuts there will be a chemistry read with Katherine McNamara for whoever they cast.

Source: amunetblack 

In the meantime, we get to watch Kat and Joseph steam up the television screen with moments like this. Damn kids. It’s getting warm in here. Wowza.

I absolutely adore how the writers are flipping the expectations. It’s almost as if they anticipated some kind of resistance to William or Connor because they aren’t biological children. Trust me I’ve seen plenty of “William isn’t really Olicity’s kid” or “Connor isn’t really Dyla’s kid” crap out there. It’s pretty horrifying the perspective some have about non biological children, so consider me thrilled the writers took those opinions and shoved them where the sun doesn’t shine. William is Mini Felicity and the good solider is Connor, not JJ. It’s amazing.

Felicity Smoak and Alena

“Felicity Smoak now entering Smoak Tech."

This gives me a happy every time I hear it. Smoak Tech and Archer are basically Felicity’s babies before she has a baby. I particularly love the part when Felicity says she needs more than Team Arrow. Yes, she loves being Overwatch, but she wants to save the world as Felicity Smoak as well. She essentially wants to go hoodless too.  

I think it’s great the writers are exploring a legacy for Oliver, Felicity and Diggle outside of Team Arrow. Felicity thus far is the furthest down the road, which is good because the character is leaving in three friggin episodes. 

But we’ve seen in the future John finds an outlet for his passions as well with Knight Watch. We also know Oliver is going to save the universe (such an underachiever that one).

But it’s particularly important with Felicity because we have a tendency in our culture to pigeonhole women into one thing. You’re a mom or you’re *insert career choice here.* Once we pick a path then it’s our only path. 

The reality is women, like men, can be many different things all at once. 

Yes, the mind reels at the thought. The fact Felicity is still searching for something when she’s found happiness as Overwatch and as a wife & mother isn’t a radical concept, but it’s one rarely portrayed by television characters. 

Nor do Felicity’s interests have to happen one at a time. I think the reason Felicity is exploring these multi faceted aspects of her character is because Emily is leaving the show and the writers didn’t want to leave anything on the table. But I’m not complaining. Even when the actress is about the leave the show this exploration seldom happens, so I’m taking the wins where I can find them.

Alena wants Felicity to sell the company and this irks me. If I’ve said it once then I’ve said it a million times I DO NOT TRUST ALENA. Girlfriend is there all of five minutes and she’s already trying to sell Felicity’s baby to the highest bidder. This is my essential problem with Alena – she always has an angle. 

Felicity’s hactivism was about making the world a better place, but when it comes to Alena I cannot help but feel her motivations are more selfish. Even if that’s wrong and Alena has altruistic intentions, her morality line is deeply skewed particularly when compared to Felicity’s morality. It makes this partnership dangerous in my mind. Alright. Alena rant done.

Or maybe not because Alena just did something super sketchy!!!! 

After Emiko steals Archer, Felicity realizes how incredibly dangerous the program can be.

Source: paigeOTA 

I love how Alena sweetly reassures Felicity she is not a mad scientist. 

Source:  arrowdaily

I would have added she’s a cupcake genius with extra sprinkles, but that’s me. It’s moments like these I wish I trusted Alena, but I don’t.

Felicity is literally the furthest thing from a mad scientist or her father, but she is self aware. She understands her genius can create miraculous things, but that people can use those miracles in ways she never intended. It’s basically the “With great power comes great responsibility” hero code. Felicity accepts the responsibility of her superpower and is completely altruistic with it. If her creation hurts innocent people then she will destroy it even if the intent was to help. That is selfless heroism.

Unfortunately, Alena does not share this code. And this is my essential problem with her. Yes, I love the adorable banter and a female friend for Felicity to geek out with. I particularly love that Alena replaced Curtis Holt’s mansplaining ass. But Alena has no problem crossing lines to get what SHE wants regardless of who it hurts in the process.

This is why Felicity’s arc this season is so crucial. Felicity thought she was that kind of person. Someone who would do whatever is necessary to get what she wants. It’s incredibly important to remember Felicity was trying to save her family, which is nowhere near the same as Alena trying to save a computer program that can make billions. The two don’t equate. 

However, Felicity discovered she retains a moral integrity even in her darkest moments. She has the capacity to do “whatever it takes” like we all do, but ultimately Felicity realized holding to her morality makes her strong. Alena is different. She has no integrity, which is why she cannot be trusted.

And yet, it seems like in the future Felicity blames herself for how Archer was used and not Alena. Sometimes she is just like her husband.

Stray Thoughts

I love that even though I know Felicity will pull that trigger, and she did, her hand was shaking. It’s so beautifully human and one of the reasons I connect to this character so much.

This girl can really zero in on the point of the episode, can’t she? Source:  arrowdaily

“That’s not very fair John.” Indeed. Very un-Yoda like behavior.

Diggle wore a shirt during the kidnapping scene. I’m extremely disappointed Arrow. You had one job!

Oliver racing to Felicity’s side the minute she says, “Hey!” will always be amazing and a trick I need to teach my husband. Source:  lucyyh

Olicity finishes each other’s sentences. Your OTP could never. Source:  1-crazy-dreamer

“Normally I’m off by myself staring into nothing.” Oliver jokes about his broodiness now. Oh how far we have traveled my friends.

Oliver not saying "I'm glad you're both okay" took a lot of self control. Way to keep a lid on it Superhero Daddy. Source:  olicitygifs

Felicity hacks the helmet while Mia and Connor look on mind blown. 

Oliver is so chill when people insult him. 

My poor babe is used to being dragged by these ungrateful twats. #OLIVERQUEENDESERVESBETTER2019 Source:  1-crazy-dreamer

The foremost expert on robotics wouldn't call Felicity back when she was CEO of Palmer Tech & now he wants to BUY Archer. I guess Ray didn't have anything he was interested in. Yes, Arrow is saying Felicity Smoak is way way way way smarter than Ray Palmer. The sky is also blue.

Even when it’s not an Olicity focused episode, Emily and Stephen do such a wonderful job of showing us Oliver and Felicity’s love and connection in the small moments. These little touches are among the many things I’m going to miss the most next season.

Source:  lucyyh

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Sunset

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Third wheeling isn’t always so bad. There’s rides, food, and the occasional handsome stranger. (I cringed so much writing this I’m sorry if you cringed reading it)

"I am NOT going on that again!"

"Come oooon," you begged, "It's not even a big drop!"

Wendy turned around, a scowl on her face. She wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters to begin with, and a third go was definitely asking too much of her. "Did you forget why we even came here?" She huffed. "If I remember correctly, you said you'd help me with Doyoung!" The man in question was lagging a bit behind, a fresh bag of cotton candy in hand. You whined, too excited to be at a carnival for the first time in so long. "Fine, fine, I get it. What do you even want me to do?"

Wendy beamed, but her smile faded quickly. "You know, I hadn't really thought of anything."

You almost groaned at your lack of planning, but Doyoung caught up. "I got pink flavor!" Wendy grinned and grabbed some, but shot a sharp glare at you, as if to say, "Think of something!" You glared back, but racked your brain until the most obvious answer jumped out at you. "Don't eat too much, there are more rides to come!" Wendy looked confused, but Doyoung nodded enthusiastically, his mouth filled with sugar.

After spinning just a bit too fast on a few more rides, your group arrived at the destination you were waiting for. Doyoung practically bounced into line, and Wendy gave you a quick thumbs up behind his back. It was an adorable ferris wheel, and small enough that you could let them go on alone without too many questions. You moved slowly through the line as the sun began to set, and you praised yourself for timing your impromptu plan so well.

You reached the front of the line just as the sky became a beautiful amber. The carnival worker took your tickets, and you watched Doyoung and Wendy climb into the ride. Doyoung turned. “Y/n, are you not coming?” You gestured to the worker to close the door as you said, “Nah, there’s no room for me. I’ll just get on the next one.” The carnival worker, not being paid enough to care about much of anything, closed the door, and the ferris wheel slowly rotated away. She then turned, and barked, “WE GOT A SINGLE RIDER! ANY SINGLES IN LINE?” You weren’t sure if you flinched due to her shouting or your embarrassment. “Can’t I just go alone?” you asked quietly. “Gotta ask, it’s the rules.” she popped her gum before again shouting, “LAST CALL! ANY SINGLE RIDERS?” You covered your face with your hands, but through your fingers you saw a hand raise in the crowd. The line made way for the hand, which was attached to a guy who looked about your age.

The carnival rider ushered you on quickly, and shut the door as soon as you sat down. You felt your seat begin to move, and you looked up at the volunteer. “Um, hi.” You stuck your hand out. “I’m y/n. Thanks for… joining me?” The boy shook your hand, and replied, “It’s cool! I got to skip the line, so that’s pretty nice. You can call me Ten, my full name’s a little long.” You sat in silence for a moment. Unable to endure it, you searched for anything to say.

“What about your friends?”

He blinked. “Sorry?”

“I-I mean, weren’t you going to ride this with your friends?”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “This is kind of weird, but I’ve been trying to set them up for weeks. This actually worked out great.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you being serious?” you asked in shock, “That’s what I’m doing!”

You both looked at each other wide-eyed before bursting into fits of laughter. All of your nervousness melted away, and through your giggling, you managed to high-five this doppelganger of a stranger. “Jesus, what are the odds?” he asked as he rubbed his eyes, teary from laughing. You managed to regain your composure, and leaned back on your plastic seat. The sky had just the right amount of clouds to paint a breathtaking background, and you looked at Doyoung and Wendy’s car to see if they noticed, but they were still above yours. You looked back when you heard the boy’s voice again.

“Is that them?”

“Yeah! They better be appreciating the stunning sunset I planned for them.”

“Oh, you planned this? How romantic,” he teased.

“I know, right?” you joked, “I’m, like, the master of romance. That’s why I’m third-wheeling.”

“Can’t relate.”

“Is that so.”

“Of course! It would be so embarrassing to be a single rider on a ferris wheel, after all.”

You reached out and hit him lightly on the arm. “Excuse you! I just took one for the team.” You looked to your friends again, and realized they were still above you. And that they hadn’t moved since you last checked. “Hey, Ten,” you asked, “Is it just me, or is the ferris wheel moving really, really slowly?” which prompted him to look out the window of your car. “So slowly it’s stopped, yeah.” Just as he said so, a voice on a loudspeaker blared, “The ferris wheel has stalled. No need to worry, it should be working soon. Please just remain calm and stay where you are.” You slid down in your seat, not particularly worried. On the contrary, maybe the extra time would allow you friends to become closer.

“You okay?” Ten asked, sincere.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m good. You?”

“All fine here. Your friends must be getting their money’s worth of your sunset, huh?”

You laughed. “Maybe this was just part of my plan too. You need to up your matchmaking skills.”

“Oh, do tell. I could use an expert’s advice.”

“Well,” you said, “you’ve got to really care. Can’t do just anything, you have to put them in a situation you’d fall in love in.” He leaned in, pretending to take notes. “And, then you… you,” you stalled, not actually having any examples to offer. “You just kind of let them take it from there. Talk about how beautiful the sky is, that kind of stupid stuff.” He snorted. “Stupid? You’re not a very passionate expert.”

You pretended to scowl, and challenged him to give some tips of his own. He was no better than you at advice, but was definitely better at fake pouting. You bragged about how you sacrificed cotton candy to let them share it, just the two of them. He countered with his own third wheel story, saying that he purposely fell back during the haunted house to leave them alone, and had to go through alone, terrified. As the wheel remained still, you continued to talk animatedly. You had silly arguments about nonsense, like whose friends were going to be a better couple, who would win at the stupid carnival games, and whether blue and pink cotton candy actually tasted different.

“They’re different, okay? The blue one is blue raspberry, and the pink is-”

“Y/n, I can physically no longer talk about cotton candy with you.”

You leaned back in your seat and pouted, knowing you were right. Ten, sensing you were still thinking about the stupid sweet, changed the topic abruptly.

“What do you think your friends are doing right now?”

The sudden question surprised you, but you thought about it earnestly. “I think Doyoung likes her back, but I think they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings, so Wendy’s gonna have to be bold.”

“Oooooh,” he put his hands on his cheeks in an imitation of shyness. “Please elaborate.”

“Well. After they talk about the beautiful sky and stupid stuff, Wendy will reach over and take his hand. And then,” you paused dramatically, locking eyes with Ten. “Then she’ll lean in, and BAM! She’ll kiss him.”

“Wow, Wendy moves fast.”

“Well, in reality she’ll probably be super awkward and not do anything, but I can hope. Don’t want to have to tag along on another one of these.”

“Tired of playing matchmaker?”

“How could I not be?” you sighed, exasperated. “Watching them flirt without even knowing, it’s sooooo exhausting. Besides, you weren’t wrong, being the single rider really is humiliating. For once, I want to be part of the super annoying couple in line that makes everyone jealous.”

“How about this then?” he smiled. “If they make you do another one of these, you can invite me next time. Make it a double date.”

You blushed at how casually he suggested it, and hoped the glow from outside would conceal it. “I’m not that desperate.”

“Ouch! My heart!” He clutched his chest. “How could you be so cruel, rejecting me right away?”

“...Tell you what, just in case I become that desperate, I’ll accept your number so I can bring you and we’ll suffer together.”

“I’m honored.”

You handed each other your phones and entered your contact info. You handed his back, feeling a little giddy knowing that such a cute guy’s number was in your phone. However, the sun was almost completely under the horizon, and you were starting to wonder when the ferris wheel was going to be fixed. Ten, apparently, was thinking the same thing. “How long do you think this usually takes?” You shrugged, and found yourself in silence again. This time, though, it felt a little less awkward, and a little more… tense. You looked up to find Ten looking at you, and you reflexively looked away, towards the darkened sky. You opened your mouth without thinking of anything to say. “The sky is uh, really pretty.” Why did I just say that? You panicked internally, hoping Ten wouldn’t notice your choice of topic. But out of the corner of you eye, you saw him smirk.

“Should I talk about stupid stuff, and then you’ll take my hands and-”

“Don’t finish that! I regretted it as soon as I said it.”

“You don’t have to regret it.”

You were about to ask him what he meant when your car suddenly shook. The ferris wheel started moving again. You groaned internally. This ferris wheel hates me. That’s cool. Having lost your chance to ask him, you just made nervous small talk on your way around. Maybe it was just because of how long you’d been sitting still, but the trip around felt surprisingly short. Before you knew it, your feet were back on solid ground. You looked around for your friends, and saw them a short ways away, and… holding hands. You grabbed Ten’s sleeve, and whispered, “Look! My third wheel days are over!” He gasped. “You really are an expert matchmaker.” You snickered, and turned, only to find his face about two inches away. You ceased laughing immediately, and you both straightened up.

“Oh, my friends are getting off too.”

You both looked eagerly to them and searched for signs of success. “She… she’s got lipstick on her cheek! You’re an expert too!” you squealed. “We are great at this.”

“Guess we won’t need to tag along anymore.”

“Oh… yeah.” You realized you wouldn’t need him to join you next time after all.

“Well,” he shoved his hands in his pockets. “See you?” He turned slowly and began walking towards his friends. Knowing if he left you’d never see him again, you struggled to find some way to stop him. To let him know how much you liked talking with him. How much you wanted to talk to him more.

“I-I! I didn’t go in the haunted house today! And I definitely don’t want to go alone! Also I wanted to ride the rollercoaster again! And...” you searched for more to say. “And I want to be annoying in line!”

Ten was perplexed for a moment, but then understood.

“Y’know, I felt kinda the same way. I wanted to try both types of cotton candy. Oh, and talk about how beautiful the sky is, and have someone be bold and hold my hands.”

“G-guess we’ll have to come back,” you stuttered, feigning confidence.

“Well… there’s no closing time on holding hands.” He reached out and took hold of yours. “Now, what did you say came after holding hands? I just can’t remember.”

You blushed at the implication, and suddenly Ten was leaning towards you, and you scrunched your eyes shut hastily. You felt a soft touch on your forehead, and you opened your eyes. “I’m not fake Wendy,” he smirked, “I don’t move that fast. We’ll save it for next time, how about it?” You held back a wide smile, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heartbeat through your hand. “Fine, but you’re buying the cotton candy.”

[get-rammed]

Long Dong Silver

Just gonna slap down some basic info on all my characters. It's gonna get long. Also a few retcons to previous characters. Oof yeah, it got LONG

Dakota-7 - age: 123 - class: Titan - race: Exo - height: 6′5″ - Ghost name: Cassie

Personality: Good fucking dude. He’s an incredibly happy guy. Always nice, never mad. Like seriously, he’s a genuinely good dude. Will give you the clothes off his back, and if he has none to offer, then he’d help you find some. He’s too nice though. Often is taken advantage of. Also super naive about a lot of things. Tries to see the best in even the worst of people. Which usually just ends up with him hurt. Which is why Cassie is a panicky worry wart of a Ghost.

Background: Woke up inside of a tree. Like straight up. A tree grew around his body. Took Cassie a long fucking time to get his ass out. Traveled alone for a long time before Cassie finally was able to convince him to go to the city. He’s not anyone real important. Just a mechanic that occasionally helps out Amanda. Doesn’t know much about his past life, and is told it’s better if he didn’t know. He’s okay with that. Gotta focus on the now.

Fun facts: Vex are the one enemy he CAN’T go near. His tech was built heavily off of the Vex to the point that there’s a small backdoor they can use to override him and basically puppet him around (thankfully there was very few of his model produced for this reason). He has no memory of the incident that barred him from ever going near the Vex, but he’s told he’s better off not knowing.

-He’s a good mechanic. People go to him for uh, not quite legal Sparrow mods to be equipped. Ones Amanda can’t apply as the Vanguard watches her. 

-Learned to speak the enemies language so he can chat with them and trade parts every now and again

-As gentle as this boy is, and as kind as he is, you’d think he’d be a huge sub. WRONG. He’s a hardcore dom. Very demanding and vocal. But always makes sure his partners are having a good time. Sweet boy that loves to cuddle his partners

Alexis-137 - age: will not share - class: Hunter - race: Exo - height: 6′1″ - Ghost name: Ripper

Personality: She’s quiet. Cunning. Always watching and listening. Loyal as hell. Keeps most of her personality to herself. Less people know about her the better. 

Background: A contract killer that got the option for an upgrade she couldn’t refuse. Smart, fast, and no remorse. A brutal killer that survived the Collapse. Still went after her targets, just found a few were now a little harder to kill. Easy enough when she figured out their new floating friends had to go. World may have ended, but she still keeps her word. Ripper came to her and told her what he was and then what she was. She brushed him off at all points. Gonna add a bit for Ripper here as well. He had to swallow that his Guardian was a murder. One that had no issue killing other Guardians. So long they were on her list. She only knows all this now, because she kept a journal. Knows everything about her past life. Refuses to forget every life she’s taken. It’s not fair to them. Even though she’s far nicer now than she was, actually cares for Ripper now an all that, she still kept up her business.

Fun facts: 137 is not the amount of times she’s rebooted. She’d be completely nuts if that was the case. It’s the amount of Guardians she’s silenced.

-She has never once rebooted. Fit perfectly with her new body and anything she saw, she was supposed to see. As hardcore as she is, she’s still far nicer than she was when Ripper first found her.

-Dakota is her actual son.

-A previous set of Vanguards asked Alexis to be their silencer so to speak. Someone spoke out? Shame. The current Vanguard don’t like the idea of her and told her to leave.

-She’s the reason Rook isn’t an active Guardian anymore. She was ambushed and missed her shot at his Ghost, simply wounding her instead of killing her.

-Her and Manthres have had a long history with a lot of clashes. End up getting together because they’re both old and tired.

Rook-14 - age: 289 - class: Titan - race: Exo - Height: 6′6″ - Ghost name: Kari

Personality: Kind older Exo. Tries to be everyones hot dad. Kind of keeps to himself a bit. After his Ghost was attacked he went private, too scared to talk to a lot of people. Became a little paranoid. (He’s a newer character. Still workin’ on em). Dispite his almost kind of harsh intro to most people, he’s still a huge flirt

Background: He used to be a well loved and popular trainer. He just wasn’t quiet on his opinions on the Vanguard in power at the time. Which landed him on the list. He knows someone tried to kill him, he doesn’t know who, but it worked. He survived the incident with just Kari getting hit unfortunately, and had to keep quiet. Opened a bar on the city and now gives advice if you buy a drink. 

Fun facts: Found and trained Alison. Also taught her how to swear

-Sugar daddy material. Like straight up. He fucking loves getting his babies anything they want. Adores seeing them happy

-A giving partner. Honestly just loves to go at it honestly. Nothin’ real special about it. Unless he can convince Riot or someone to join in. Then it’s more fun for him. Double dick a partner ;)

Alison-1 - age: 97 - class: Titan - race: Exo - Height: 7' - Ghost name: Ophelia

Personality: Alison is that big sister that hits you over the head and calls you a moron all the time. To be fair, you were a moron and she was just making sure you knew. It's in a loving kind of way though. Kind to those she trusts, and cautious with those she's unsure of. She can be a wee bit unapologetic and brash. She's a Titan, what do you expect. Alison is hot tempered, a little cold a times, and is far more powerful than most Guardians. With a resting bitch face and a height that towers over most, she's intimidating through and through. A little over confident. An by a little I mean A LOT. She can admit she’s not the brightest though. Much rather fight shit than talk to it. She’s quick witted and street smart though. Scan talk just about anyone out of something if she wants it. A little vain, never catch her armor being the same colour for more than a week.

Background: Alison was found and taught by Rook-14. She didn’t like to listen, and he didn’t have the energy to deal with a cocky new rez. He taught her patience and a good way to shut up the new guys. Shove them into enemy fire and wish them the best of luck. She had the opportunity to learn more about herself in the past and turned it down. With the nightmares she has of her previous life, no thanks. She was a high ranking Guardian that used to just get sent out to take out high priority targets as they knew she would get it done. But found herself being punished for going against what was asked of her. It saved her Fireteam and another one. The Vanguard appreciate what she did, but they still had to punish her. Which landed her in a training position. She found it fun. She likes training new Guardians. Makes sure they know how to hold a gun properly and protect themselves if they’re out of ammo. Guardians trained by her have a better start than most. 

Fun facts: While she doesn’t know why, but she always gets terrified when someone goes down. She knows they’ll get up, but she’s terrified that they might not one time. 

-Often has nightmares of the Vex. Ophelia assumes its part of how she died. Alison avoids Vex if possible. She also avoids sleeping, which she already has a hard time due to being an Exo. Which means she always kind of tired

-Guardians trained by her, appreciate what she’s taught them and often bring her gifts

-Often used as a bodyguard when she’s not assigned to train

-Can and will throw your ass out of harms way if you’re not listening to her. Don’t want to stop fighting that thing that is way stronger than you? TOO BAD. TUCK YOUR ARMS

-Is one of the first working Exo prototypes. As such, she often experiences issues with parts of her just not working right. Sticking or just shutting down. If the Light had been gone for more than five years, good chance Ali would have died. A fatal flaw was found in her model of Exo after her disappearance. Too soft a metal was used internally and eventually the part breaks apart and slowly tears the inside apart. Incredibly painful and slow way to die. She’s good though. So long as the Light doesn’t go out again

-As a lover she can be either sweet or vicious. Depends what's asked of her. She's a giant softie for her partner(s). Lots of gifts and a fuck ton of attention all the time, but especially after she plays rough. She adores making her partner feel amazing

Yana-9 - age: 67 - class: Warlock - race: Exo - height: 6′1″ - Ghost name:  Jenka

Personality: Over confident asshole Warlock. Smarter than you, and she’ll make sure you know it. Can admit though that she can’t fight very well, which is why she always has a bodyguard of some form with her. Flirty as hell

Background: Yana woke and knew nothing of herself, but knew she had to research something, anything. The city provided her the opportunity to study various Golden Age tech and history. They assigned her Riot. They got along well, sometimes a little too well if ya know what I mean hur hur. Then during a regular mission gone wrong, Riot dipped out to guide some Cabal away from Yana. She was knocked unconscious and couldn’t respond to Riot’s calls. She was found and taken away to safety by some passing Guardians. Yana didn’t know what happened to him for the longest time and just assumed he left her for dead. Five years after the incident Mena found Riot and forced him to apologize to Yana. First thing she did was slap him then hug him. Now they’re cool, but aren’t really quite on talk like they used to level

Fun facts: Currently poking around Mars by Ana’s request

-Fast. Like she’s stupid fast for a Warlock. Easily outrun a Hunter or her bodyguard if needed

-Once talked some Hive out of killing her. She was out of ammo and her bodyguard was down for the count. She just started yelling weird facts she knew, and they got so fucking bored they just left her

-Got her name from her Ghost saying “Yeah, nah.”. Her original name has been scratched out

Riot-4 - age: 4378 (he's a long living alien. He's a little older) - class: Titan - race: Rokin - height: 6'7" (30' in his actual form) - Ghost name: Cherry

Personality: before his incident he was over confident and a massive narcissist. Very much all about him. Gave little regard to anyone but Yana, the Guardian he was protecting. After his incident he calmed down a /lot/. He's still over confident, but now it's so he doesn't cry. He's a huge coward. He's now a "I'm depressed, have PTSD, and I want to die every second I'm alive, but at least I'm hot?" kind of person. Relatable. He's a lot sweeter now. A very giving partner. Out for their pleasure over his own. A little on the grosser side, as he constantly flirts and makes dirty jokes toward everyone. He can't turn it off at this point

Background: So like, I introduced an alien species to Destiny, because I can. The Rokin. Giant shapeshifters. He was part of a scouting crew. Come to Earth, see if it's fit to be used as a resource planet and come home. Didn't work out that way. The crew got stranded, with the remaining being Riot and Mena. She died and he got stuck by himself. He survived the collapse and just kind of lived as a drifter. He ran across a smell he knew and damn near screamed. MENAOHTHANKFUCKYOU’REALIVEOHMANIWASSOSCAREDDIDYOUKNOWSOMEWALRUSLORDSREALLYDON’TLIKEOTHERPEOPLESGHOSTS? BECAUSEBOYHOWDYTHEYTRIEDTOKILLCHERRYLIKETWICE. THEY’REKINDAMEAN. ANYCHANCEYOUWANTTOLIKEPROTECTMYASS? THANKYOUDEARMANYLOVES. He was excited when he ran across her as a Guardian to say the least. Zavala assigned him to be a bodyguard for Yana. It went well until they got separated and he assumed she was dead. He's a weenie and blended in with the Cabal instead of facing the Vanguard. For five years he had to act like a Cabal. Which meant killing and torturing Guardians. It fucked him up pretty bad. Mena found him on accident and was quick to drag him back to the city for him to explain what happened. He left out the killing of Guardians part. Only his friends know

Fun facts: Riot is a huge fucking slut. Uses sex as a coping mechanism. Keeps his body and mind busy. He always enjoyed sex, but now just does it to keep busy. Also a pretty kinky bastard. Loves the weird stuff. Kind of a huge sub, but will dom if requested. Would rather do quick and hard without learning names. But doesn’t mind slow and easy with learning about his sexual partner. Shape shifting comes in handy for when he wants to go get a good egg dicking from a Hive Knight. Fun fact. His dick is at default an ovipositor. Rokin come from eggs. He can make it anything his partner wants or needs. Unless he’s bottoming, then dicks don’t matter

-Thick as fuck southern accent. He needed to learn English, and he needed to learn it fast. Family he hid in liked western movies, and had southern accents themselves. So he adopted the accent when speaking English. Other languages he doesn’t have the southern accent, but instead mimics whatever accent he learned the language in

-Was once mated to Mena. They have two kids together, but due to a rather harsh dispute, they lost their kids and their lives. Which is how they ended up on Earth in the first place. They had a lot of time to talk about it and are a little better with one another. To where Mena will allow Riot to join in on outings with her and Dakota. Kota never minds, he likes Riot. Mena would love to have the both of them, but she’s still got some deep seeded rage against Riot that won’t allow him in that way again

-Is terrified of relationships due to a lot of the things that happened to him. He knows he’s got a lot going on mentally and emotionally, an he doesn’t want to dump that on someone else. He’s also still hurt about Mena even though it’s been well over 600 years. Which to be fair isn’t a lot to their species

-Due to the Rokin being a species the Traveler isn’t familiar with, it was unable to take their memories

-Not banned from Crucible. Mostly because Shaxx thinks he’s a giant weenie, which he is, but also because Riot won’t even step foot in a Crucible arena now

-Dis boy can cook. Took up cooking when his anxiety kept him up at night. It’s also how his friends know he had a nightmare, which he gets a lot of. If there’s a sudden large amount of food for them, well, Riot couldn’t sleep. Usually find him passed out in the kitchen somewhere. Mena drags him back to his bed and lays down on top of him. He still likes sleeping by her. Her weight and just having a living body near him, helps him sleep a lot better

-Constantly has nightmares. Can’t sleep for shit most nights. Often slinks into a friends bed to sleep next to them. He’s not weird about it. Just kind of flops down next to them. They all have blankets in their rooms now for him. Unless he goes into Alison’s bed. Then that’s just to get fucked and enjoy her aftercare

-He just really wants someone to hold him and make him feel loved tbh. He’s got a whole lot going on and can’t function right anymore

Mena-4 - age: 3897 - class: Titan - race: Rokin - height: 5' (40' in her actual form) - Ghost name: Fletcher

Personality: She got some pretty heavy retcons from the orignal post I made about her. She’s still a happy nice being. Can actually experience any emotion at any level. She doesn’t show other people much about herself outside of being nice and quiet. Keeps her on peoples good sides. Too many people have tried to cross her and she had to embarrass them in front of everyone. Sassy needy little thing. Not that anything she says you’ll understand, but it’s how she moves that tells you, you’re being taunted. That or Fletcher laughing and translating will let you know. 

Backgroud: She was sent to Earth to blend in with our top scientists to see what was being studied. She performed her task perfectly. Started chatting, well, started interacting with a guard, Dakota. Ohhhhh what a coincidence I know. They get together, and adopt a kid together. Mena goes to work and has to help one of the first gen Exos wake up. Alison. Ali, uh, didn’t wake up happy. Woke up confused and angry. Too bad her claws were designed to tear through metal, because Mena’s skin was soft. I’m saying a freshly woken Exo Alison killed Mena on accident. Lol whoops. Woke up at the bottom of a lake.To say Fletcher was surprised is an understatement. Not often your Guardian turns out to NOT be human, but instead an invading alien. Alexis had helped Fletcher look for her Guardian. She wasn’t surprised about Mena’s form. As in her journal it said her daughter in law was an alien and dumped in this lake. She was just a little surprised she had Mena’s Ghost with her. Alexis filled her in and gave her advice. She took Alexis's advice and dooted around as an Exo. On her way to the city she ran across Riot. Dragged his ass with her. Alexis introduced Mena and Dakota just to see what would happen. Dakota obviously has no memory of Mena, plus last either had seen of the other they were both Human. So Mena is just meeting some random Russian named Dakota who just happened to know the same Alexis she knew. Oh shit wait, you have a picture of your wife? Shit boy that’s me. She kept that part to herself as to not freak Dakota out. It’d be weird to know everything about someone while they know little about you. So she’s letting the relationship rebuild naturally. It’s going well

Fun facts: Mena and Dakota were married before the collapse. Obvs. It was on accident, she never meant to fall for a Human, but he was SO SWEET

-Mena was stuck learning to understand Earth languages as fast as she could so she could understand our maths and sciences, but she didn’t have time to learn how to speak any of it. Leaving her effectively mute on our planet. She’s trying to learn some now. Dakota is attempting to teach her Russian, Alison Spanish, and English from Victoria. It’s not going well. Fletcher translates when Mena speaks in her own language

-The Vanguard know of her and Riot. Know what they are. The Vanguard ask they keep it secret, as the regular people already have enough to worry about. Nothing about Mena and Riot would be a comfort to them

-BANNED FROM CRUCIBLE. She would always make bets she could do matches without dying or taking any damage. Of course when you can make your skin soft and squishy, or hard as hell, it was super easy. Shaxx caught wind and since he know what she is, he had to bring down the ban hammer. Plus she’s fucking wicked with a gun. Got a lot of complaints

-Soft girl. Like so soft. Squish squish. Just likes to get fucked. Don’t matter how. Just give it to her. Usually likes to be the power bottom, but doesn’t mind changing it up For her the more the merrier. Same goes for relationships. Her and Dakota have an open one. Could include a partner or two for sex, or to just join their relationship. They don’t mind either way

Manthres, Slayer Of Light - age: 683 (there’s no real data on Eliksni life spans sooooo) - class: variation of Titan - race: Eliksni - height: 11′ - Ghost name: Veros

Personality: Old and kind of grumpy. She’s been through a lot of shit and literally just wants to die already. Sarcastic. Grandma to literally everyone though. She hated Guardians, Human and otherwise, but ya know. Kind of had to reevaluate after Veros found her. Now she just wants all her children to come back from their missions safe. Absolutely will not take your advice. She knows what she’s doing. She’s old what do you expect

Background: This has a few changes from what I’ve said in the past. She is an Archon Priest for a long dead house found herself at the doorstep to the House of Devils. As their Priest role was filled at the time, she just got a high ranking Captain position instead. She didn’t mind. She didn’t get as much Ether, but still enough to survive in her massive form. Ran with them for years until Siva. Then her and her crew noped the fuck out. Found themselves as outcasts. They were enjoying a successful Ether grab when the Cabal attacked their ship. Everyone was dead outside of a hatchling, Xinos (who, yes I’m aware was originally spelled Zinos. I straight up DO NOT KNOW how I fucked that up. But at this point it’s just going to stay Xinos), and Manthres herself. She laid dying and she was so thankful. Finally her pain would go away. Lol nah dude. Howdy I’m your Ghost, let me just heal ya real quick. Veros convinced her to go the city and meet her new leaders. She begrudgingly agreed. Everyone stepped out of her way when she showed up. Everyone stared. Not every day an Eliksni Guardian shows up. Even less so when one is as big or well known as Manthres is. Needless to say her reception wasn’t a warm one. Even from Zavala who was informed he was her Vanguard as she was a variation of Titan. Everyone is a lot kinder to her now, but that still doesn’t change what she’s done. Which is why she asked to stay dead after she dies. She doesn’t want to forget her life or those she’s killed. That’s not fair to the lost lives

Fun facts: She had to drop the ‘Slayer Of Light’ part of her name for obvious reasons. She earned it in the first place from a dying Guardian that was sent in a Fireteam to kill her. The information on her was blurry. No one knew she was THAT big until she showed up at the Tower. Only one to meet Manthres and survive is Alexis

-She has slaughtered hundreds of Guardians without caring to learn their names. But we do the same to her kind in the thousands. Who between the two of us is really the bigger threat?

-Riot taught her how to bake cookies. They’re not the best but they’re not ass either. She likes to make them for her Fireteams. Likes to give them out after missions for a mission well done

-Has gone on raids. But only to the Leviathan as Calus is kind enough to allow her to watch and still get free shit. Mostly because his tailors need time to measure and make her armor. Gives them something exciting to do. NEW BODY SHAPE OH HELL YEAH. But also because she is a rarity upon his ship

-Not a fan of how people are now pushing her to stay back in the city. She understands they don’t want her to die, but she has to someday. She’d rather die in the field than among the penned cattle

Victoria-1 - age: 3 - class: Hunter - race: Exo - height: 5′5″ - Ghost name: Axel

Personality: She is an incredibly new rez. Still in the “I’m going to do everything because I can’t die.” phase. Little firecracker. Hyper as shit. Likes to stick things in her mouth (thankfully she has Teren now so shE’LL STOP THAT SHIT). Kind of ditzy. She never cared much for learning. Not when she can snoop around to find neat shit and stab people

Background: Woke up on Venus and touched everything. Poor Axel. He wanted a Guardian that explored, and he got one, but he’d have liked getting one that would stop trying to fucking go places she can’t be. The Vanguard gave up on even trying to get her to do the missions they want her to do. She never does them, and when she does she half asses them. They let her do her own thing until she mellows out

Fun facts: Met Teren on the Leviathan. Asked him for a tour and sucked his dick in the Underbelly. They’ve been happily together ever since. She often calls him Sweet T

-Alison trained her. They often talk still. Mostly Victoria just blowing up Alis phone with pictures and texts of what she did for the day. Ali doesn’t mind. She thinks it’s cute

-Can see and react to things really well, but is actually pretty deaf. Neither her nor Axel know why, and looking for the right part to fix her isn’t going well. It’s a small piece that’s super delicate to the point no one bothers to scavenge for them. No one minds speaking up for her. If she can’t quite hear them, she watches lips, if that’s not an option, then Axel just morse codes it at her in flashes. It’s the best she’s got