#yeeeeah it's after That Time 8)

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love part 2 (new steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one here Also on AO3 (where it's tragically in need of some love *sobs*) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Chapter Two

Steve POV

Steve blinks his eyes open. Fear lurches then fades. Leaning over him, kinda blurry, are… Robin? Munson!?! He’s at home. Lying on the couch in his parents’ living room, to be precise.

“Steve? You back with us?” Robin appears wild-eyed, spooked out. She’s holding a bloodied cloth over his bat bites, which stab like new again.

Steve presses the heel of his hand to his brow, disguising his pained whimper with a shaky, “Yeeeeah.”

“Phew! Not delirious? Only a bit woozy, huh?”

“You seriously still shitting yourself about rabies?”

“To be honest, no. That’s slithered so far down my list of things to lose my mind over, I’d forgotten. Trust me, he’s as likely to have it as you now.”

Eddie, who hovers at her shoulder, pokes out his tongue, kinda jokey. The rest of Eddie’s face is still slightly blood-smeared. Haunted. His hair is a mad mess, his bandana repurposed as a bandage about his elbow. Steve glances down his own aching body, which is damp, vaguely shivery. Near naked, in fact, with a towel tucked around his waist.

Oh yeah. He went for a swim, and then… 

“Shit! Are you seriously mopping my blood with Mom’s linen napkins?” Steve tries to push himself up, and flops back down, humiliatingly fast. On top of that, his head throbs—when does it not, these days? He makes a more concerted effort to sit, forcing himself through a wave of nausea and dizziness, then notices: “Shit, shit, SHIT! I’ve bled on the couch—this cost a thousand bucks!”

“I knew there was a reason Wayne avoided white faux leather,” says Eddie, as he and Robin share a look. “Oh, and a Munson never splashes less than fifteen-hundred bucks on soft furnishings.”

“You’re hilarious,” mutters Steve.

“Your Pops can chew my head off,” says Eddie. “Some of that blood is yours truly’s. I mean, I got got bad. Really bad. And theeeeen… I got better.” He narrows his eyes to inquisitorial slits, which bewilder Steve, given how rough he feels.

Robin lifts the ruined napkin. “You’re bleeding like before Wheeler first bandaged you up. It makes no sense.”

“Nothing’s made sense for about two and a half years,” Steve points out. Actually, scratch that. Little of his life has made much sense. “There’s a first aid kit in the kitchen, with proper bandages. Where did you think I got the Hibistat towelettes from? Didn’t you morons think to look?”

Robin hurries off. Eddie takes over holding the now thoroughly disgusting napkin over Steve’s bites. “Woah, he’s not lying,” she calls. “His parents keep an actual first aid kit with actual useful crap in it.”

“Yeah, in case you forgot in the last thirty seconds,” says Steve, “the Harrington family bleed.”

“It doesn’t even come out green,” Eddie says. “Totally destroys your ‘rich folk are aliens’ theory, Buckley.”

“Haha,” snarks Steve.

“This might take a minute,” calls Robin. “I had no idea there were so many sorts of dressings. We don’t want a triangle one, huh?”

Left alone, Eddie doesn’t seem able to look Steve in the eye. He’s giving off such awkward vibes that Steve takes pity, nudges Eddie’s hand away, holds the napkin himself.

“I guess this is where I thank you for saving my life,” says Eddie.

“From what I could gather from Dustin, you’d only gone and done the same for us. Not a hero? Total bull.”

“Those weren’t normal circumstances.” 

Eddie’s so squirmy, Steve flinches away too. He’s felt drawn to Eddie for some time. He likes the guy way more than he’d expected, finds he likes looking at him too, crazy rocker tresses and all, but… Jesus Christ! Talk about shitty timing.

It’s not the first time Steve’s been blindsided by a crush on a guy. Plus, he knows Eddie is queer; he’s one of the few other friends that Robin’s lately ‘come out’ to. However, Steve’s simply not gotten the energy to figure out if the weird fizzle of chemistry he feels is all in his head. What he really wants is to stagger upstairs to bed and sleep for a week. No time for that, though. He groans, threads the fingers of his free hand through his damp hair.

 “We need to take advantage of this earthquake chaos. Get you outta town right now before somebody comes looking.”

“Yeah. I figured as much.” Eddie sighs hard. “No more facing down ferocious monsters. I return to being Eddie the Banished.”

“Not much choice, man. Look, we can bring bedding, whatever supplies we need from here. Take one of Dad’s cars and find a place to lay low till we know what’s happening and what the next plan of attack is.”

“You were worried about the couch and now you’re suggesting we jack your Pop’s wheels?”

“I don’t give a crap about the furniture—it was a dumb knee jerk reaction. I mean, things change. People change. Last time I looked, we weren’t exactly bestest buds.”

Now we’re off saving each other’s lives.

A loud crash from the kitchen slices between them. “Sorry!” yells Robin. “Kinda dropped… everything.”

“Need some help there, Rob?” Steve tries to push himself to his feet. His head rush is instant and epic; his vision blacks out, nearly taking his entire consciousness with it.

“Easy, easy!” Eddie’s arms are around him, clumsily guiding him back down. Steve whimpers before he can stop himself; his stomach churns and he feels painfully sick. Eddie wedges a cushion beneath Steve’s head, presses the cloth back to Steve’s bleeding side. “Robin’s right. You need those injuries looked at. I go alone.”

“No.” Steve snatches a shaky breath. “Way I see it, we’re both deep in the shit."

“I’m the one with the murder rap snapping at my butt, Harrington.”

“And I’m the one who’s been harbouring a known fugitive, stealing Winnebagos, and Christ knows what else. Crap, I bet they’ll blame me for Nance’s sawn-off shotgun. While the rest of those underage brats get off light, I’ll be dragged to jail as sure as you.”

“Your daddy can afford a lawyer, man.” At least Eddie’s looking at Steve now. His words still feel like a punch in Steve’s already bleeding gut—with those knuckle dusters that’d gotten lost somewhere on the ride.

Steve retaliates with as daggers a glare as he can conjure: “You wanna thank me for saving your life, Munson? Then stop trying to ditch me.”

Part 3

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tags: @estrellami-1 (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, I would probably cry... in a good way, honest! Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :)

[svcredveins]

😴

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

I think yesterday actually! I was gonna answer this but it’s been non stop busy watching 8 hours of Bahrain and then doing my own endurance race for the 6 hours of Brands Hatch. My brain doesn’t do well when watching something or in a conversation and trying to think of what to type for these questions so I just don’t do it until everything is done lol

So what happened was I couldn’t sleep so I pulled off an all nighter because I had to get up at 7 AM for the 8 hours of Bahrain (the World Endurance Championship real race, also time zones) and then I had about an hour and a half when it was over of a break (it went by too quickly and I needed to practice for 6 hours of Brands Hatch in Assetto Corsa Competizione) so there wasn’t much time to nap and I didn’t want to just end up naturally sleeping and then not waking up because I had to start the race or else…yeah, we may not have raced, who knows. So…I definitely went over 24 hours I think?? Or maybe not because I woke up at 4 PM (whoops) then didn’t sleep nearly 24 hours straight. So yeeeeah there’s that lol.

No wait! I have actually slept about 2 hours because again, I couldn’t sleep, but a few weekends ago I did the 24 hours of Nordschleife and couldn’t nap because Petit Le Mans was on (again another clash with real racing) and I needed to watch it because my favourite team was in the contention of winning the championship and needed to watch it so I never napped and pulled through, did my night stints as well and finished off the race with a shorter stint still without a nap lol. So that was actually 24 full hours because well, it was a 24 hour race lol

But to be fair though my school youth group thing had an all nighter event and after that I had to go to my sisters house and so I had to stay awake lol. I think that might have been the longest lol

Next is the 24 hours of Spa and IMSA and the WEC season is over so there won’t be any clashes of real races on November 9th so I’ll be napping for Spa lol. Plus it’s not my best track so my stints will be a lot less than on the Nordschleife because I did the most stints and I was happy haha. I could’ve done more if there was no limit to the driver time. We all were set with 8 hours and I went through 7 of it haha

[evelyn-allright]

I'm bored so I drew the beta designs of the weevils

Basically, I found the sketches I drew back at January 2023, the earliest idea of these guys.

they had no color on them so I just imagine what it would've been. I found what type of weevils they could've been except for the very obvious ones. I honestly forgot about these designs until a few months back after I made the final designs for the characters. Even forgot the names so basically I just started off a new leaf since these designs weren't going anywhere. What I can remember with the early idea for the weevils was still a adventure story but it would've been more lore-focused. Like very story-focused. it would've like they were the only creatures around a human world rather than the bugworld in the final story. It would've been like the-creature-of-the-week rather than the treasure, and heavy lore tying the whole story together. I forgot but like it didn't worked out like as intended. I only wrote 2 manuscripts before deciding to give up and go back to the idea 8 months later. If this continued, yeah it would've been a massive lore dump and there would've a massive conflict somewhere in the lines. Overall, I just lost interest with this version of the story As for the characters, Rita (Vee's First Design) is the leader. There's her partner Kinsley, The bag guy. Literally just the guy who carries the stuff, I don't believe I actually considered his character. Madelyn (Liz's First Design) would've ended up being a antagonist and backstab them at some point. The Hudsons were step-siblings, I thought it would be fun to write siblings in the mix but I realized that I already am writing like a sibling type relationship with the characters. Yeeeeah, I think it was best that I scrapped this idea. It wasn't structurally sound and when writing the two manuscripts. It didn't felt like this was it, yknow. As of writing this, The first story for the weevils is finished however I'll release it at June since I have been given a shit-ton of schoolwork. At least during the time of that, I've been writing the second story. I wish I could publish it sooner but like there isn't alot of freetime for me to properly publish it. I'll post mini-comics to my instagram, making them to build more character into these goobers Like always, I'm just talking to myself. Nobody cares about this Have great day, Adios

[liminalpsych]

After two weeks of no adhd meds for the first time since I got on them in 2017, I finally wrangled a way with my pharmacy to get them filled (turns out they’re not backordered on the brand name, just the generic, which I hadn’t thought to check until a client mentioned success with this approach).

They still don’t have enough of my dose in stock so I’m not getting them until Monday, but I’m getting them soon instead of indefinite waiting, and now I have a route to take when the generic is backordered in the future so that I still get my meds on time.

(It’s a little more expensive, but still cheaper than the adhd taxes I’ve been paying with dopamine seeking behaviors for the past two weeks.)

The silver lining has been that I now have a very, very clear understanding of exactly how adhd stimulants help me, and how much they help. (I used to live like this. Only it was worse because I was on an SSRI instead of an NDRI as my antidepressant; my current antidepressant at least takes the edge off some of my adhd symptoms.)

(Did you know serotonin can inhibit dopamine production? That’s possibly why some ADHDers have paradoxical reactions to SSRIs. We don’t have enough dopamine to begin with and then it makes us produce even less? Terrible times.)

Anyway. Might make a separate post about adhd meds on Monday. But for now, here are the things I’ve noticed:

oh right I used to be tired all. the. time. 9 hrs of sleep + a nap = still tired all the time, pre medication. Properly medicated, I’m good on 7.5 hrs. Half medicated (no stimulants, but NDRI), I’ve been doing okay on 8 hours but still pretty fatigued. I have not been getting deep/delta sleep (which stimulants help with in ADHD, adhd brains tend to spend a lot of time in REM sleep and not enough in deep delta sleep, and stimulants increase deep sleep in many adhd cases for some reason). There’s been a couple nights of 0 hours of deep sleep despite 8 hours of sleep. It’s been great. Fabulous. /s (help i’m so so so tired)

Focus/motivation, obviously. Oh right, this is probably why I haven’t written much fiction since college. For the past several months I’ve just been able to choose to write, make myself write and it works. For the past two weeks that has been much, much harder and even impossible. I am able to make myself spend time with my WIP each day to maintain momentum (still using all my adhd coping skills) but writing prose has not really been happening.

Social anxiety. I knew stimulants helped with the rejection sensitivity, social anxiety, overthinking social situations, because I went off of them for 2 days in a row once and had a terrible RSD flare up. But two weeks off of them has been… not great. Also generally just feeling insecure, having self esteem issues flare up, anxiety in general, harder to self-soothe and talk myself through catastrophic thinking, etc etc. (and trust me, I have skills. So many skills. So many well practiced skills. I teach them to others and use them personally. I’m functioning, it’s just extra hard.)

Dopamine seeking. Siiiigh. Back to snacking on sugary things that make my digestive system angry at me, in a desperate subconscious bid for tiny insufficient hits of dopamine. That had mostly stopped.

Task switching has been extra hard, unsurprisingly. Also lots of zoning out.

My driving skill/safety. D: yeeeeah. there are a number of studies out there showing that unmedicated adhd (especially in younger drivers, it improves somewhat with age/experience) shows up as similar levels of impairment as being at/over the blood alcohol limit. I was horrified the first time I drove while medicated. “oh. Oh no. I have not been particularly safe to drive all these years.” Been extra cautious as a result, and haven’t driven the wrong way down one way streets or anything like that the past two weeks, thankfully. (Yes, that was a thing that happened pre-medication.)

In before anyone tries to suggest this is indicative of a dependency or is because I was on meds for a long time: no. This is how I lived 32 years of my life. Until the tiredness got so bad that I got desperate enough for a med change that might work a little better than just “not having intrusive suicidal thoughts,” which is all the SSRI managed to do for me. For the past six years of adhd medication, I haven’t been tired all the time, things haven’t been so mind-numbing hard, it’s been a complete game changer and opened up so much more capacity for living that I didn’t have before.

It sucks to have to go back to my old exhausting norm where I had to drag myself through tasks with sheer force of will and could barely get anything done. I am so relieved the end is in sight and I’ll be back to my modern norm on Monday.

[peepingtoad]

❤

meme asks; {new years kiss!} || @asaraltu

Jiraiya doubted that they’d ever quite become soft and domesticated enough to usher in the new year with some measly television countdown, but it didn’t mean that they didn’t observe the occasion in their own cosy, personal, private way—that is, once they’d found an appropriate enough time to abscond from the big village celebrations.

Music and revelry and the continued popping and cracking of fireworks were but distant drones now that they were in their bubble, tipsy from numerous festival drinks, with Madara sparing no time in pulling the taller down to receive all those kisses he’d opted not to shower him with in public.

Plus interest, from the looks of it!

It certainly made exercising patience worth it, to finally have his beloved all to himself. Even his bold exhibitionist streak could be set aside for tonight, wanting nothing more than to strip and be stripped of the layers of finery, to be close to Madara, to see him in the way nobody else ever could, dishevelled and debauched and bathed in the rising light of a brand new year.

Beautiful. Exalted. His.

“So... how’s it feel to begin the new year as my fiancée?” the sage purred, grinning utterly shamelessly and rubbing noses with him. “From my end, I must say it’s pretty damn amazing...”

He paused to catch his breath and bask in the moment, but resourceful as ever he was, also took the opportunity to hold Madara’s face in both hands, where their eyes could meet tenderly, unwaveringly as he continued in a low murmur.

“I know that this year... is gonna be the happiest I’ve ever had. And it’s all because of you, my love.” That final word melted seamlessly into a long, slow kiss that barely even broke before adding, “I just hope I can return the favour.”

[itsclydebitches]

V7 e2 ironwood: "the people will hate you" "thats a price im willing to pay" V8 e14 ironwood: "Why doesnt anyone appreciate meeeee" (RT: We can’t have him accept hatred for his actions guys, we have to make sure every aspect of his character is irredeemable so anyone who even remotely defends his characters will be shat on!)

You know, as much as I despise that line - especially coming off of a bomb threat - I can't blame Ironwood for it if we read "anyone" as his former allies. Ironwood, despite what Volume 8 would like us to believe, is not some automaton. His desire to instill pride and reap support from his allies read loud and clear throughout Volume 7 (as well as since his introduction), everything from his excitement over potentially seeing Ozpin again to him outright acknowledging that he couldn't do any of this without Winter's help. Back in Volume 7, Ironwood was willing to shoulder the hatred of the people because they were entirely ignorant to the context of his choices. He understood that their hatred stemmed from not understanding why he did these things - to create long-term protection from Salem - and the crucial difference between the nameless people of Mantle and the rest of our cast, his allies, is that the latter DO understand his motivations. They, unlike the people, are fully informed. What happened when Ruby and co. learned why Ironwood was taking resources? They supported him. Doesn't matter if they complained about everything not coming up roses, they actively assisted Ironwood in continuing this plan. What happened when Robyn learned why he was taking resources? She joined him, seeming to agree about the Amity idea and standing with Ironwood before all of Mantle. What happened when things got even more dicey and Winter learned that they were being recalled before evacuations were complete? She supported him because she understood why he was making this incredibly tough call. Time and again Ironwood was surrounded by people who had that context, knew that there were only hard choices available, and stood by him, even when they hated that there was no better solution. Even when some did step away (the group) at least others remained. There was, in the background, constant appreciation for his hard choices from at least some of his allies all the way through to Winter's betrayal, simply by virtue of those allies agreeing to continue helping him. Every time Ironwood looked up, there it was, someone who actually understood the situation overtly or silently saying, "This is indeed what we have to do, no matter how hard it is. I support you in this decision." And with that approval comes a certain amount of relief. Someone else gets it.

But, because of Volume 8's insistence on making Ironwood 110% irredeemable, that support was slowly stripped away. First Blake and Yang betray him. Then Ruby sides against him. Penny leaves. They tell the whole world he can't be trusted. Then Marrow goes. Then Winter. Then finally the rest of the Ace Ops. This revolving door of allies leaving might have been poignant if their departure was actually timed with Ironwood's horrific acts - Ruby leaves because he shot Oscar, not because he's trying to save people by leaving; Winter leaves because he murdered the councilman, not sticking around for two days after that because killing is fine, I guess, etc. - but instead it just reads like no one ever cared. We disagree with Ironwood? No sense trying to talk that out. Nobody cares enough to put forth the effort (Oscar being an incredibly rare exception). So yeah, by the time everyone has left, and they've left for reasons that feel ridiculous and petty, and then they're actively twisting these events to absolve themselves of any responsibility... I can see why Ironwood in that moment would go, 'Omfg I can't believe that none of you appreciate this.' Because you understood what was happening. You are a part of the morally gray war that demands only awful choices of us. You lied, and hid, and betrayed, and did all these questionable things right along with me. Out of everyone in Remnant, you were the only ones who could appreciate why I made the hard calls when I did. You alone were in a position to understand and, for a while, you did.

Obviously I'm not talking about stuff like the bomb threat... but then, neither was Winter. Her grievance was "squeezing Mantle" so, yeeeeah, she and the other heroes should appreciate what he did there. They don't have to like the overall shittiness of the situation (who would?) but because they went along with it, because they understood his motivations, because it was all in service of helping the world, and because they knew Ironwood has been shouldering the consequences of that sacrifice since the Fall of Beacon... they are indeed the ones who should have at least the teensiest bit of appreciation for his attempts, even if those attempts didn't turn out well. In the same way that, I expect, Ruby would want appreciation for saving the Kingdom of Atlas... even though she destroyed it. Yang and Blake would want appreciation for gaining an ally in Robyn... even though they betrayed all of them to do it. Jaune would want appreciation for keeping the Maiden powers safe... even though he killed Penny. This cast is made up of characters doing horrific, incredibly questionable things in the name of serving a greater good and all of them approach those choices with the belief that those in the know - their allies, friends, and family - will understand why they had to make those choices and will appreciate the various sacrifices they went through in order to do what they thought was right. Ironwood is no different in that regard.

[darkicedragon]

Probably Bio son! M-21 does know a little Rai bc as well as Muzaka, I present to Ashleen can introduce him to M)?, although it would not be known as much as they do in the Canon, and I have the question of whether I would know Tao and Takeo .-.?

Canon! M-21 would be totally confused and something scared (although it would not say it, even if you must face that other Frankenstein) while Frankie and Muzaka quickly capture that it is not your child, mainly by the smell of nerves and distrust that gives off canon!M-21, he would be with his guard up at all times and I think he would think that at some point he was caught (again) by the Union and they drugged him a little thinking that it would be enough but no, although he would end up discarding the idea when see Frankie's murderous aura at the thought that they did something to his child) ?, after all, Frankie is still threatening at all times lmao

O-O Bio son!M-21 having a sister, yesssss! And is going to be horrified when he finds out what happened to her in canon. D:

Takeo and Tao could still end up in the household. Maybe they were still sent in to investigate Something. Like Frankenstein and Muzaka, ahhaha.

...What if bio son!M-21 got kidnapped by DA-5 to be a hostage for Frankenstein and Muzaka. XD;;; Though Frankenstein and Muzaka might not be managing a school, so Takeo and Tao’s in through being nice to the kids might not happen there, hmm.

> (although it would not say it, even if you must face that other Frankenstein) Yeeeeah, canon!M-21 would just clam up, in case he’s telling things to the Union. I’m...not sure what Frankenstein and Muzaka could even say or do that would get him to trust them. Especially after Mark. :(

And yep, Frankenstein and Muzaka would totally know M-21 isn’t their kid as soon as they saw him.

> see Frankie's murderous aura at the thought that they did something to his child YEAH, OKAY, that’d gain M-21′s trust, ahahahaha. XD And the aura weight would probably be harder to mimic.

So then the problem is going to be how to get M-21 back, but hey, there’s two Frankenstein’s on the case, even if they can’t communicate with each other. Yet. >8)

[rafyki]

Harigane Service Ch. 64 translation

@veronchiis asked me to translate this chapter, so here it is! I don’t read this manga, so I apologize for any mistake caused by my ignorance about the characters and the story!

You can find the raws here

Pag 1

1: Time!!

2: The first one to call a time out in the second set is Ryuusen!!

4: It's the second net-in this set

(NdT. Meaning, they touched the net while serving)

Earlier the trajectory was low enough to hit the net too

5: I wonder if you can aim the serve to pass within inches of the net from that distance

Pag 2

1: Who's that guy...!!

Pag 3

1: Don't mind!

2: Can't be helped

If they're in such high spirits when they get hit

3: Of course you guys can't compete

4: So... do you mean there's no way of making it if we go on like this?

5: Shiratori, can you keep doing 25 attack-serves in a row?

Huh...

You can't

6: And the same goes for that #11

To be able to hit so many consecutive serves, he must be very concentrated right now

Pag 4

1: The moment that high concentration is broken, it's difficult to get that concentrated again

Especially when there's a gap like this

2: This time out wasn't to make a plan, but to break his concentration!!

3: I see

I'll teach you a way to disrupt the opponent's concentration, without making a foul play

5: Oh, they're coming, they're coming!!

6: Look, it's that #11 guy

What kind of serve will he show us next?

Pag 5

1: Gooo #11

Nice serve!!

Get another one!!

2: Somehow... I'm getting noticed...

3: Don't get scared!

Ye-yeah

Pag 6

2: Wh-what?

They started jumping....

3: Split and step...

Convert the recoil of landing to the initial speed of the first step

It's a step I only see often in tennis....

4: Also, it's irritating that the timing is slightly off...

Pag 7

2: At this point, isn't it a way to disturb his concentration?

4: The first serve earlier...  if it hadn't hit the net it should have been out

5: An yet after that, he had that face....

Pag 8

1: That wasn't an expression of unexpected relief

There was something confident in it....

2: If there's another serve that lands out of the court

4: So far I've been afraid of failure and I've avoided dangerous plays

5: In the end, I always lost

6: In the end, I hated my useless self

Pag 9

1: But now, everyone knows the risks and allow you to fight with more than 100% of your strength

2: So the 4 consecutive points I made so far were something that everyone let me take

3: I want to repay that favour

4: I want to

Pag 10

1: Be more helpful to everyone!!

Pag 11

2: Dammit, his concentration wasn't thrown off!?

Pag 12

1: Shorin!!

2: Ah-!!

Pag 13

4: It got in?

Was it out?

Pag 14

1: It's out!!

2: Yeeeeah!!

You saw it well, Shorin!!

3: Shimodaira's serve.... it was out....

Pag 15

1: In!!

Point to Toyose!!

3: Wait a moment-!!

4: Are you kidding!?

That should have definitely have been out!!

Pag 16

2: Teacher!?

Pag 17

2: Yellow card!!

3: A warning for ill-mannered conduct!!

One more point will be added for Toyose!!

4: Yellow....

It's the first I saw one given to the director....

5: Fuuu....

Pag 18

1: Stupid!!

I got fired up....

2: You're seven people, including the libero; if even one of you is disqualified the team will be disqualified

3: That serve was definitely out

Even so, that linesman saw it in

4: No, he showed that it was in

That #11 has an aura that decides his serves

Pag 19

2: That was close!!

I thought it was out for sure!!

3: Even though I aimed for the middle back of the court, it floated til the edge of the side

4: I can't control that change at all!! It's a total gamble!!

5: Can I really drag everyone into such a gamble...?

6: I don't know.... but

Pag 20

1: I'll make sure to make this net-in!!

2: It's flying straight parallel to the ground....

3: It's coming

[recurring-polynya]

Fanfic Weekly Roundup 5/30/2020:

Once again, it’s time to review some fanfics that brightened my week!

A Taste of Affection and Jealousy by Magpie_Game. I have been reading this story as it comes out, and it’s honestly been a real ride watching it evolve. So, you may not know this, but I have a fatal weakness for Nanao/Renji. I hesitate to say I ship it, because it’s not necessarily that I want them to end up together, but I like the idea that people can have relationships that don’t end in marriage, and I think that Renji and Nanao would a) find each other very hot, and b) would understand each other very well, despite being very different, and c) could have a lot of fun together. This story rides exactly that vibe. Renji and Nanao are at a party feeling mutually bummed about being ignored by Rukia and Shunshui, respectively, and they bond while trying to deliver a deeply drunk Hisagi to his home, and decide to make a go of it. I suspect that the author’s original intent was just to write a story about Shunsui being jealous, but then got enraptured by the magic of Nanao/Renji (they don’t even have ship name), and I have no idea where this is going now! To be honest, I do not care for Shunsui/Nanao and I loooove watching Shunsui squirm, I am all in on this fic now. At some point, Shunsui and Rukia drag Byakuya into their batshit plans and also there is a scene where Renji and Kira go to the batting cages, I love this fic, please read it and comment, it needs more love.

Adore by kicktokill. This is a story about Sad Teen Kira moving to a new town after his parents’ death and falling in love with Sad Teen Hisagi. Most of my other favs are in this, too. I don’t know what to say, this is just extremely my jam.  I like AUs with big casts, and if anyone’s gonna be a sad teen, it should be Kira and Hisagi. Renji and Rukia start off this one dating and they break up halfway through, and, as always, I got way overinvested in the RenRuki subplot (it’s not looking good for them, I am sad to report, but I am still enjoying the story overall). Oh, also, I got probably 8 chapters into this thing before I realized that Urahara is Renji’s guardian and I flipped my chips, oh my sweet child.

Gosh, I guess this week was a little light, although there were also updates of The Thin Red Line and Night of One Hundred Demons, which I talked about last time, so I’ll mention a few medium-old ones that I really liked.

Not So Easy A by apearlinmyhead (who I think used to be on tumblr but either changed names or left)  I... loved this? So much? It’s a college AU, and yeeeeah it’s GrimmIchi, but it’s got such good patter and all the characters just a delight. It is an extremely accurate description of my time in college. It has a charming dose of side RenRuki. I don’t really know what to say, aside from that I love the writing and the banter and nostalgia. It’s almost finished and I’m really worried it’s not gonna, but hope springs eternal.

Grasshoppers by joychapter. So, to anyone out there who says you should not post writing excepts as story summaries, I never would have clicked on a Byakuya/Zaraki fic if the writing sample hadn’t grabbed me, and I would have missed out. So, a fun and horrifying fact about me is that teen Polynya fell hard for Star Wars: The Phantom Menace and this fic just jammed right into that part of my brain. Byakuya is sort of an Amidala character with the gonzo outfits and hairdos and everything, except that he’s secretly a Jedi!! and Renji, who is pretending to be his bodyguard is actually his Padawan and For Reasons, they gotta get off planet fast, so Renji calls up some old friends and they end skeezing around the galaxy with Zaraki, Ikkaku and Yumichika and it’s electric. I almost forgot-- apparently Hisana was one of Byakuya’s palace guards and she was basically a himbo?? Anyway, I’m sobbing, I love it so much. Also-- and I hope this is a selling point for you-- it is deeply gay and also very touchy-feely.  It’s strongly implied that Byakuya is trans. Everyone is cuddling all the time. It’s slightly weird at first, and then it’s like, no I love this, more cuddles, please.

[seyaryminamoto]

Hey Seyary^^. As you mentioned it would be okay to ask about Gladiator again, I decided to use the submission so that it looks clearer. As always, it is totally your decision what you want to answer and what not of course.;))

So, here we go:

Will...

1. Chan make another appereance??

2. Hahn and Yue meet??

3. Zhaozula have a wedding??

4. Azula and Zhao ever have a fight??

5. the Captain always stick to his Princess (he is so cute to her, can't get enough of their interactions=))??

6. Ozai and Ursa ever meet their grandchildren??

7. you bring up the "Father Lord" saying??=D

8. Azula leave the Fire Nation in Part 3??

9. Does Zuko still have feelings for his father??

I would be lying if I'd say I didn't have more more questions. But I've deleted some, else it would be too much eventually. You are nice enough to give spoilers anyway^^

Weeeeeell... as ever, answers under the cut :D

1. Chan will make another appearance in Part 3, kind of a sudden and unexpected one at that. I’m pretty sure no one really imagines what’s going to happen with this guy xD let alone what has been happening with him over the course of the past years, in-story. But rest assured, an answer will be given! And I really hope all of you enjoy it xD

2. Hahn and Yue... it’s not set in stone yet. It’s entirely possible that Hahn will be sent back to the Northern Water Tribe eventually, but I haven’t quite made up my mind about it yet. Safe to say, though, theirs wouldn’t be a happy reencounter by any means, if it were to happen. There’s no marital reconciliation in the books for these two.

3. Yeeeeah I think you already know the answer to this one, it hasn’t changed in all these years xD just sit tight and wait for the first arcs of Part 3.

4. Uhhh... yeah. And a pretty bad one at that. Their relationship will undergo some serious changes in Part 3, with more downs than ups, and I’m not sure you’ll enjoy most of that, considering how fascinated you are by these two xD But yeah, their last encounter won’t be pretty. In Zhao’s sort-of-defense, he won’t be 100% unfounded in his reservations and judgments of Azula, but he’s definitely going to spiral downwards in some ways that will eventually result in a very rough confrontation between them.

5. Oh boy... sad question with a sad answer. Actually... he won’t. And it’s not because he’ll betray her, nothing further from that: it’s because Azula will be determined to protect him from the consequences of we-all-know-what, and Rui Shi won’t be able to stand by her forever, as faithfully as he wishes to. Safe to say, Part 2′s conclusion, and Part 3 as a whole, will have plenty of chaotic drama and Rui Shi won’t go unscathed by it all.

6. Woops... another complicated question :’D The direct answer to this is: only in post-Gladiator content, and only IF I end up deciding towards writing that particular short-ish story. I honestly am on the fence about it still, seeing as I know how annoying a certain trope can be... but the storytelling potential if I go forward with this potential short story would be pretty cool. IF I do that... yes, the Gladiator Steambabies would have a chance to meet their very complicated grandparents. But if I don’t do it... then the honest answer would be no. Ultimately, though, it’s not going to happen within the main story, and I’d think that’s you wanted to know xD

7. Haha, no, I don’t think I’m going to bring up the Father Lord xD not unless it’s done as a joke by someone other than Zuko (I don’t know, maybe Kino says it and then gets smacked in the head by Zuko for it xD)

8. Azula will leave the Fire Nation in Part 3, though not for a very long time. For the bulk of the first... heh, like, 18 arcs she’s not going anywhere outside the Fire Nation :’DDD yeah, I can safely say there’s going to be THAT MANY xD and I’m not even done plotting it all. But sometime after the 18th arc she’ll take one trip, and afterwards (close to the end of the story) she’ll take off on a much longer one too.

9. Zuko has a lot of feelings towards his father, most of them resentment and wrath x’D but I suppose you were asking if he has any warm, fuzzy, nice feelings towards Ozai. In all honesty, he has buried all that’s left of those REALLY deep, much more than he had in canon. In Book 1, despite his occasional spiteful comments, Zuko seemed to really care about his father and have some fond memories involving him (those flashback montages of their family in Ember Island, for instance). Even in the first episode of Book 2, Zuko is thrilled to hear that Ozai cares about him without ever considering it could be a trap. But here... eh @_@ if anyone told him Ozai cares about him he’d likely scoff (kinda as he did when Hakoda, Katara and co. captured him and realized he was Ozai’s son) and dismiss the notion altogether because he’s convinced his father wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

That is not to say, though, that Zuko is 100% over his feelings of inadequacy and wanting to please Ozai, he’s just tried very hard to overcome that mentality by focusing on other things and taking up new goals in life that are within his reach. That alone has given him perspective and taught him he’s not quite as worthless as he felt when all he ever did was chase hopelessly for Ozai’s approval. But deep down, REALLY deep, like I said, he still can’t quite be so cold and unfeeling towards his father as he wants to be. Once Part 3 swings around he’ll constantly act like he would gladly see Ozai dead... but when the moment of truth arrives he’ll find it’s nowhere near as easy to make peace with that kind of thing as he thought it would be.

And as always, I hope I wasn’t too spoilery xD thanks for the questions! :D

[titatantin]

Puppy Love

So i was thinking the other day, a particular person popped into my mind. She was a classmate of mine back in elementary, and she was my first puppy love. Basically she made me gay. Had a crush on her when we were in 1st grade, it was love at first sight back then even before i knew what love at first sight was. Basically i was just a blind fool during that time.

So this crushie of mine left when we were in the 3rd grade. Without a word, or maybe i just didn't know or remembered. To which i later found out, her whole family actually migrated half way across the world. But i didn't really understand the gravity of the situation, because i was a dumb and naive potato. Oh well. Although, i was devastated when i didn't see her anymore during the start of classes. Thus my tiny 3rd grade heart broke into tiny naive pieces.

The last time that i got in touch with her was during my freshmen year in college, eight(8) years after.

Wow.

We simply shared the briefest of greetings, asked her how she was doing and how her brothers were. She was surprised that i still remembered her bros even after all these years, especially by name. Gurl, i was surprised myself too.

But after that she never chatted back. Again, i don't know why, but i felt my tiny 3rd grade heart break. But it was a small one, so no damage there.

Fast forward to the present, ten(10!) years after that incident i had a sudden urge to look for her (i know, weird. Sounds a bit stalker-ish right there).

Any social media account that i could think of- facebook, twitter, snapchat, tumblr- but i couldn't seem to find her.

Then it hit me; instagram. Because anybody who's everybody is there. And guess what, it worked! When i saw that tiny display picture of hers i knew that that was her. And my baby 1st grade heart had a little flutter when i saw her.

Nervous wreck of an ambivert that i am, i contemplated if i should follow her. Her account is private. So yeeeeah. Hella shy. But the inner wreckless idiot in me requested to follow her anyway. Two days passed since the request and still no reaction, then i started to overthink- because that's what i do best- "What if she won't accept it", "what if she thinks you're a creep?!" (I can't blame her if she thinks i am, sometimes i think that i am.), or worst "what if she forgot about you?". I was about to abort my dumb mission, when the next day she actually accepted it and even requested to follow my dumb ass back.

I was ecstatic!

Motha fukken hell i was.

But after that high, i crashed and i was like, "what now?".

So i sent her a message, introduced myself and asked her if she still remembers me. As of now i still have no reply. Might probably not get any. And or might even get unfollowed after hinting some stalker vibes at her. I don't know where this creepy shit came from and why all of the sudden, but yeah. I guess i just wanted to see how she was doing.

After all, she was the divine intervention that turned me into a unicorn.

Hope this gets a to be continued.

Or not.

C'est la vie. 😅

[choupetit]

GOT Recap: The Bells

Airdate: 5/12/19  Season 8, Episode 5

I know it’s not good form to start off a post with “What in the actual hell just happened?!” but that’s all I have at this moment. How do I phrase this, exactly, without giving away everything right at the beginning of my recap?  All I can say is that this past episode of Game of Thrones was an epic and visually stunning piece of work and it also left me livid and disappointed in the turn that the creators have taken for the show.  We knew big things were coming, and come they did.  So without further ado, let’s dive in to the recap of “The Bells”:

Lord Varys sits at his desk at Dragonstone penning some letters – we get a glimpse of the scroll he is working on and it appears that Varys is spreading the word about Jon Snow’s true lineage as Rhaegar Targaryen’s legitimate son.  Wowzers, the master of whisperers is wasting no time with his agenda to rally the kingdom behind Jon’s claim to the Iron Throne!

There’s a knock on the door, and Varys quickly stows away his stationary.   A little girl of about 9 years enters to inform him that Queen Daenerys still isn’t eating and Varys says they’ll try again at suppertime. Apparently it’s been two days now and Daenerys Targaryen has holed herself up in her room, refusing to see anybody and turning away all meals.  The girl expresses worry that the guards keep watching her and Varys says “What did we discuss?” – “The greater the risk, the greater the reward.”  He sends his little bird off to the kitchen where she works.  Hmmmm, the nuanced conversation makes it unclear, but I’m wondering if Varys is trying to poison Queen Dany.  After last episode, it wouldn’t surprise me.  Yikes, Varys the spider is weaving a dangerous little web here.  His days are numbered for sure.

Later in the day, Jon Snow arrives via boat at Dragonstone and Varys greets him at the shore – Tyrion Lannister watches from a distance with a mix of concern and trepidation on his face. As they walk together, Jon lets Varys know the Northerners are two days away from King’s Landing.  Varys hints that he thinks Dany may be going crazy, and that Jon would be a much better Targaryen ruler.  As usual, Jon rejects the notion of ruling the realm – the dude doesn’t want it, ok? -  and he professes his loyalty to his queen before he trots off, leaving Varys behind.

Tyrion manages to pay a visit to Daenerys in her room.  She looks out her window as she speaks in a disconcertingly detached and monotone voice. “Somebody has betrayed me.”  -“Yup.” Without turning around she says, “Jon Snow.”  When Tyrion corrects her that it’s actually Varys, Dany does some creative deductive reasoning:  Varys knows about Jon’s parents because Tyrion told him – and Tyrion in turn found out from Sansa Stark whom Jon told.  Boom! Jon’s the traitor.  Case closed. Only wait, it’s not closed, because guess what? Queenie ain’t happy that Tyrion spoke with Varys without consulting her first.  She also points out that Sansa was playing Tyrion because she knew she could count on him to blab the info to Varys, which may as well translate to leaking the news to the Westeros Enquirer.  Tyrion attempts to defend his actions – he asserts that, as Hand of the Queen, he needs to know about information that is a threat to his boss, and yes, he made an error in judgment by not consulting her first. When he points out that Dany’s advisors are all trying to do what’s best for the world – Varys more than anyone- he realizes it doesn’t really matter. Daenerys agrees, it doesn’t.  Ruh roh, Varys!  I think we all were pretty certain he was gonna bite it soon – especially after Melisandre told him last season that he’d die in Westeros.   Looks like his time has officially run out.

It’s evening and Varys sits in his chambers, once again composing rebellion letters to his Westerosi – and maybe even Essosi – pen pals.  He hears footsteps marching down the hall and hastily burns his letter, then calmly removes his rings.  Dude knows what’s coming.  Unsullied guards enter his room and Grey Worm holds manacles in his hands.

At the shore, Varys is escorted by armed guards to face Daenerys, Jon and Tyrion.  Tyrion gives him the decency of letting him know it was he who snitched on Varys – in response Varys just nods.  “Yeah, that tracks.  I just hope it turns out I was wrong about Dany and that I deserved this.” I’ve gotta say, Varys who used to be so good at stealth and sneaking around has done a horrendous job at keeping his intentions a secret, so none of this is terribly surprising, even to him.  He bids Tyrion farewell with a warm squeeze to his arm.  Man, it’s so bittersweet.  Varys and Tyrion’s friendship and banter was something that was always super enjoyable in earlier seasons.  It’s sad to see it end like this, but he did have it coming.  Daenerys steps forward, and in that same detached voice from earlier, she informs Varys that he’s been sentenced to death.  She drones, “Dracarys” and out of the pitch dark behind her appears Drogon’s giant face.  Her dragon steps forward, stretches himself up and takes a deep breath, baring his teeth.  Then, POOF! Varys is engulfed in flames.  Yowzers, that was tense.  Jon just looks at Dany like “Khaleesi, you’re scary.”

Later that night, Dany sits sullen in a chair by the fireplace in her room, as Grey Worm stands nearby.  Daenerys hands Grey Worm a slave collar and tells him it was the only possession that Missandei brought with her when they crossed the Narrow Sea to come to Grey Worm. With a stoic frown, Grey Worm takes the collar and tosses it in the fire.

Jon approaches and Daenerys dismisses Grey Worm so they can speak in private.  He waits for Dany to speak first, and the monotone words that pop out of her mouth are “What did I tell you would happen if you told your fam? Ya know, Sansa is just as much to blame for Varys’ death as I am, because she couldn’t keep her big mouth shut. She betrayed you.” She goes on to lament that she was beloved back in Essos and here nobody loves her – all she has is fear. Feebly, Jon hits his soundboard button that bleats out “I love you. You’re my queen.” But it’s not the kind of love Dany wants.  And somewhere in heaven Ser Jorah is probably saying “See what it’s like, Khaleesi???!!!  It ain’t fun, is it?”  She leans in to kiss him, but when Jon pulls back she scowls and mutters “Ok, fear it is.” What the heck?  May I ask why Jon even bothered to come back if he isn’t going to at least try to talk Dany down from the bad place she is in?    

Also, I’m thinking if Daenerys made more of an effort at Winterfell, she probably could have won some people over.  Really, she just needed to do a few shots with Tormund during the feast, dance with Jon in a Scottish reel and then balance on her tippy toes and I’m sure the entire North would’ve gotten behind her.  Maybe not everybody will get my Titanic reference, but for the 4 people who do, it was worth it.

The next day in the throne room at Dragonstone, Daenerys talks battle strategy with her only two remaining advisors:  Grey Worm and Tyrion.  After Cersei killed her bestie, and Grey Worm’s girlfriend, they both are ready to torch King’s Landing.  Daenerys even goes as far as to blame the people of King’s Landing for not turning on their queen, as a justification for wanting to burn the city.  In a last ditch effort to reason with her, Tyrion tells Daenerys that the people of King’s Landing are scared to fight Cersei, because she’ll kill them and their families.  “Lame excuse! Well, guess what, Cersei thinks she can exploit my mercy as a weakness, but she doesn’t realize that my mercy extends to mercy killing future generations so they don’t have to live under a tyrant.” “Ummmm, I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, Crazy. Would you please consider a route that doesn’t involve killing thousands of innocent men, women, and children?  If they ring the bells,  that means they surrender.  Listen out for the bells, ok? Please???” Dany gives a grudging nod to Grey Worm and then tells them to wait outside the gates of King’s Landing until she gives them the signal to attack - they’ll know it when they see it.

Before Tyrion leaves the throne room, Dany goes “Oh, and by the way, my guards stopped your bro Jaime – he was on his way to King’s Landing.  So guess what, you were wrong AGAIN.  He hasn’t abandoned Cersei.  If you fail me one more time you’re toast. ” –“Ok, I got it.” –“No dude, like, literally. I will toast you with my dragon.” –“Yeeeeah…I got that part.” –“But really.  You’re gonna die.  With dragon fire.  M’kay, byyeee, see ya at happy hour!”

That evening, Jon and Tyrion arrive by boat to join Dany’s and Jon’s forces camped outside King’s Landing. The rear guard for the North won’t get there till morning and Tyrion says that Dany wants to fight asap, but Jon confirms, nothing’s gonna happen till daybreak.  Tyrion pulls Davos aside and asks “Davos, my man…I need you to do me a solid. You’re the world’s best smuggler, right?”  Davos knows he’s going to regret whatever comes next.

The Hound and Arya arrive outside King’s Landing that night and they make their way through the Northern camp.  When a soldier stops them, the Hound tells him it’s Arya Stark, the hero of Winterfell and she’s gonna kill Cersei. The confused soldier goes to talk to his manager - and the Hound and Arya just traipse past.

Meanwhile, Tyrion approaches a tent guarded by Unsullied soldiers – he pulls rank and dismisses them, then walks inside the tent to find Jaime Lannister tied up.  Tyrion tells his brother he’ll only free him if Jaime agrees to get Cersei out of the Red Keep.  He informs Jaime of a secret passageway that runs from the basement of the Red Keep outside to the shore, and he’s arranged for a boat for them to escape.  Tyrion makes a big deal about telling Jaime to be sure to ring the city’s truce bells before he and Cersei make a run for it.  When Jaime asks him why he’s risking his life, Tyrion tells him he’s repaying the favor, if his death means saving the lives of hundreds of thousands of innocent people, it’s a fair trade.  Then Tyrion gives us all the feels when he tells Jaime that he was the only person that was ever kind to him when they were kids.  They hug and Tyrion sobs.  Awww, this is a really touching moment! I may have shed a tear or two.

The next morning, Euron and his Iron Fleet, lay in wait in the bay and ready their dragon-killing spear launchers – fun fact: that weapon is called a Scorpion.  You learn something new every day, folks! Team Cersei’s army prepares for the battle and it’s an overall tense scene with people clearing the streets – lots of shots of small children and babies being whisked indoors.  Among the frenzied crowd, Arya and the Hound walk into town.  They join a mob of commoners frantically running to the gates of the Red Keep to seek safety inside its walls.  The Golden Army marches outside the city gates and stands in formation.

Across from the Golden Army are the Northerners and Dany’s army, ready for battle.  Tyrion reminds everybody again to listen for the bells, as that is the sign that King’s Landing has surrendered.

From her tower balcony in the Red Keep, Cersei smiles smugly as her courtyard fills with innocent citizens – aka dragonfire fodder.  The guards start to close the gates – Arya and the Hound manage to squeeze in before the gates are shut.  Jaime is among the crowd of people who didn’t make it in.  He waves his golden hand around like a backstage pass, hoping the Lannister guards will see it, but they don’t.  Finally, he ducks down an alley, presumably to find another way into the castle.

The suspense builds as we get multiple shots of people on both sides waiting silently for the fight to start.  All’s still as the Iron Fleet looks out to the horizon for a glimpse of Daenerys and her dragon.  Euron suddenly turns to look up into the sun and sees a dragon coming down in a divebomb. The Iron Islanders scramble to aim their Scorpions at Drogon, but they’re too slow and a stream of dragon fire obliterates a line of ships.  It’s incredibly satisfying to see Dany and her dragon lay waste to the entire Iron Fleet in a matter of seconds.  

Daenerys then switches course for the walls of King’s Landing.  It’s really nice to see her actually using some type of strategy here – she keeps her dragon low along the water, then pulls up suddenly, expertly avoiding any incoming spears and again, she takes out a ton of Scorpions.  

On the other side of town, the Golden Army stands at attention outside the city gates – Captain Strickland stares off at Grey Worm and the rest of the Unsullied, Dothraki, and Northerners across the way.  Everybody waits in anticipation.  The Golden Army hear distant explosions from behind them when suddenly: BLAST!!! Dragonfire obliterates the wall and engulfs the Golden Army.  Dany’s and Jon’s forces charge into the city.  

The action plays out like a horror movie as we see glimpses of a dragon’s tail followed by more dragon fire and scorpions being torched.  It’s chaos in the streets as civilians run in a panic.  Cersei’s soldiers fight the advancing Dothraki, Northerners and Unsullied.  

Cersei watches it all from her balcony and her smug confidence wavers just a smidge.  Things aren’t going quite as expected.  

Tyrion makes his way through the burning carnage outside the city walls. 

 Meanwhile, Qyburn fills Queen Cersei in on the state of the city and it ain’t pretty:  All the Scorpions have been destroyed.  The Iron Fleet can’t defend them because…they don’t exist anymore.  And that fancy Golden Army?  They’re dunzo. Qyburn suggests they move on to Plan B and get the hell out of Dodge, but Cersei refuses and states that the Red Keep has never fallen before, and it won’t today.

Grey Worm, Jon Snow, and Ser Davos Seaworth lead the charge of men through the city until they come upon Cersei’s army barring the way.  Both sides stand in tense silence – neither one makes the first move.

Tyrion’s desperate gaze is fixed upon the bell towers in the distance.  They stand still and silent.  Jaime Lannister, in the meantime, has found a back way around the castle walls.

Daenerys and her dragon swoop over King’s Landing as the civilians below gasp in fear.  Drogon lands on a wall and lets out a ferocious roar. The crowd below is terrified. Dany waits.  After a long moment, Cersei’s army drop their swords.  A voice calls out “Ring the bells!”  Then another voice.  Over and over, people call out “Ring the bells!”  Cersei looks out at the city, she doesn’t give word.

From Dany’s perch on her dragon, she looks down across King’s Landing and then up at the Red Keep where she just knows Cersei is looking back.  It’s a 5-mile stare-off y’all and it’s super intense.

After what feels like an eternity, the truce bells finally chime.  Jon heaves a huge sigh of relief, as does Tyrion.  Dany glares at the Red Keep.  She sobs and there’s a brief internal struggle.  Hatred burns in her eyes and her dragon takes to the sky and flies toward the Red Keep.  Cersei watches as the dragon swoops overhead a crowd of civilians scrambling  in a panic.  And then…Drogon unloads a stream of fire, torching men, women, and children. Are you effin’ KIDDING ME?!  How is this happening???

What ensues is a senseless massacre as Dany and her dragon continue to burn street upon street of innocent citizens.  Back where Grey Worm and Jon Snow stand, the Lannister army hears a commotion behind them. The captain looks at them like, “Hey, what load of crap are you guys pulling?”  As the Lannister soldiers look behind them to see what’s going on, their captain turns back to face his enemies and Grey Worm launches his spear into the unarmed man’s chest.  Whoa, this is some serious foul play.

The Unsullied and Northerners charge into the unarmed soldiers.  Slow mo Jon Snow is NOT down with what’s happening.  I feel ya, Jon.  I feel ya.  He stops his guys from advancing and Grey Worm shoots him major stinkeye “You’re gonna betray your Khaleesi like that?” and continues onward with the Unsullied army.

The rest is a 40 minute long sequence of unspeakably horrific and brutal genocide as Dany and her dragon lay fiery waste to King’s Landing.  The streets have been turned into rivers of fire.  Cersei is STILL in her tower and looks on with the nervous realization that things are looking pretty bad for her.  Ya think?

On the ground, Ser Davos helps to steer the panicked crowd in a safe direction.  Women are raped and murdered in front of their children as Northerners, Dothraki and the Unsullied ravage the city.  Jon is still watching everything around him on the slow mo channel. What is even going on here?!

Dany’s dragon reaches the Red Keep and takes out a tower.  Meanwhile, Jaime has made his way to the secret entrance into the Red Keep, but guess who’s also there for absolutely no reason whatsoever?  Euron Greyjoy.  Yeah.  All Euron wants to do is be a d-bag and fight Jaime.  The two go at it, and eventually Euron critically wounds Jaime with a stab to the gut.  Spurred on by love, adrenaline, and lame writing, Jaime manages to fight back with a fatal blow to Euron and then Jaime continues on his way to save Cersei.  As Euron bleeds out on the ground he cackles like a madman  that he got Jaime good.  Really? We can’t spare any screen time for Daenerys’ descent into total madness but we can show this pointless scene?  Ok.

Even though the Red Keep is under fire, Cersei is holds on to the notion that things aren’t totally over for her – ahhh, denial!  Qyburn finally gets her to go with him to try their chance at escaping into exile.  As they head down the winding stairwell, we see the burning city and intermittent green explosions go off.  Wildfire reserves?  Were these remnants from the Mad King’s rule or did Cersei plant them as booby traps throughout the city?  I guess we’ll never know!!

While Drogon makes his rounds over the Red Keep, the Hound and Arya have snuck inside the castle and are in the map room where the walls are crumbling down. The Hound gives Arya a quick chat about revenge and what it does to people – he’s been after it his whole life. “Do you want to turn out like me?  If you go with me, you’re going to die here.” His words strike a chord and Arya realizes she chooses life.  She thanks him and hightails it out of the Red Keep.  Wait, what?  I was promised some Arya-Cersei revenge killing, with the possibility of face swaps, are you telling me that’s not going to happen?

Cersei and Qyburn scramble down the staircase with the Frankenmountain while the roof falls in around them.   As large boulders crash down, Cersei presses up against the wall and she is miraculously unscathed.  As the rubble and dust clear, they notice the Hound blocking the way.  It’s Cleganebowl time, y’all!  The Mountain is suddenly in Hound fighting mode – he doesn’t even listen to his queen’s commands and he smacks Qyburn out of the way, instantly killing him.  As both men stare each other down, Cersei nervously walks past them. “So…I can see you two have some unfinished business, Imma just squeeze by here and leave you to it. K, bye!”

When she gets to the map room, Cersei looks around with no direction.  She’s on her own.  But wait…no she’s not because…ta daaaaa, there’s Jaime!  Cersei falls into his arms, a sobbing mess.  Ugh!!

The Hound and the Mountain go at it while Arya navigates her way through the chaos of King’s Landing. She encounters crumbling buildings, hysterical mobs and burn victims at every turn.  At one point, Arya loses her footing and is trampled by the panicked crowd as dragon fire continues to sweep across the city.  We get a lot of cutaways between Arya and the Hound – both seemingly going through the same pain.  Everytime the Hound gets in a blow to the Mountain, it has no effect whatsoever. He manages to knock off Frankenmountain’s helmet in the fight and it’s like Darth Vader unmasked. As the Hound is brutally beaten by his big brother and pushed down to the ground,  Arya is squashed by the running mob.  She fights in vain to get back on her feet.  Maybe the cutaway technique is supposed to be poetic storytelling, but at this point I just feel so manipulated by the showrunners that I can’t even appreciate it. A woman helps Arya get back up again.

The Mountain simply will not die, despite numerous wounds that would have killed anybody else.  And then we are treated to his signature move:  boring his fingers into his adversaries’ eyes.  It’s so grotesque and I’m praying he doesn’t squish the Hound’s skull like a watermelon a la Oberin Martell.  The Hound fights Frankenmountain off with a dagger to his skull – it barely phases the bigger, badder Clegane.  In a last ditch effort, the Hound lunges at his big brother and they both tumble over the wall into the burning wreckage below.  RIP Hound, we loved you!  Sorry your bro is a weird undead zombie that can’t be killed!  Sorry you didn’t actually stand any chance whatsoever of winning that fight!  And sorry the writers suck!

On the ground, Jon Snow takes in the devastation around him.  Explosions of wildfire go off here and there and he commands his men to fall back.

Elsewhere in the burning city, Arya has passed out from falling debris.  She comes to, very likely concussed, and gasps for air. White ash is everywhere. More buildings crumble to pieces as she continues her escape out of the city. 

There’s a short-lived attempt to rescue some cowering women and children – the only one who follows her is the same woman  who helped her up earlier when she was being trampled.  Hold on, hold on…might this woman be…Jaqen H’Gar in disguise??? They’ve been giving her a lot of screen time.  But no, she’s just a random person we’re suddenly supposed to care for.   She and her daughter get charred to smithereens in the next scene when Dany’s dragon unleashes another blast of fire – Arya ducks out of the way in the nick of time.  Of course.

As the Red Keep continues to cave in and crumble around them, Jaime and Cersei head down to the basement only to find all exits blocked by rubble. There’s no way out.  Cersei finally realizes this is the end.  She blubbers that she wants to live and wants her baby to live and begs Jaime “Don’t let me die! Don’t let me dieee!” Ugh. Too little, too late, Cersei. Jaime holds her in his arms and comforts her.  He tells her nothing else matters besides the two of them.  The tune of The Rains of Castamere plays over the action and the ceiling crashes in on them. Ugh!  That’s how they die?  Lovingly in each other’s arms? No prophecy where her younger bro strangles her? Maybe I’m a spiteful jerk, but Cersei deserved much worse of a death.  And also, it seems pretty inconsistent that Cersei of all people has been reduced to a sobbing damsel in distress looking for a man to rescue her.  I’m so over this episode and the abominable writing that is going on throughout.   Arya should have killed Cersei, wearing Jaime’s face.  That’ something I think we all could have gotten behind.  Not this lame death where we’re supposed to feel sorry for queen biatch Cersei.

Hey guess what?  It’s time to watch Arya once again attempt to make it out of King’s Landing alive.  She sees the burnt remains of the mom and daughter she was helping, and a tear falls down her cheek.  As she looks around her, there stands a white horse just feet away.  She carefully approaches it and takes the reigns. Maybe this is supposed to be some heavy-handed symbolism, but I’m not feeling it.  Arya gallops off – presumably to safety.  Roll credits.

Wow.  What a heaping pile of you know what.  The aren’t enough question marks or expletives in the world to capture the incredulity and disappointment I feel about this episode.  Really, I was hoping this was just an elaborate Snickers commercial and at the end, Crazy Dany bites into a candy bar and turns normal again while a voiceover goes “You’re not you when you’re hungry.”  

But seriously, what the eff? Screw you, Weiss & Benioff!  What a betrayal of the viewers – the creators took years of complex character development and threw it all in the toilet with a cheap, lazy plot twist to turn Daenerys into a super villain with ZERO explanation of how she got there.

And making the audience watch 40 minutes of brutal slaughter and suffering was completely unnecessary. I’m so mad.  In the past, with these sprawling epic battle scenes, the viewer always had an investment and a side they were rooting for.  Just watching the genocide of an entire city with no chance of victory did not need to go on for as long as it did.  Clearly the creators wanted to drive home the point that there is no coming back from this for Daenerys.  We all have to hate her now and there is nothing redeemable about her.

Mostly I’m pissed because there was no transition from the Dany we saw to this monster who – after the city surrenders – torches all these people who are now her own subjects.  It doesn’t compute.  Sure, there were hints in the past that Dany could take brutal measures at times, but they at least had some kind of logic or rationalization behind them.  Killing a bunch of innocent people after you have been handed over the city and the throne that you so badly wanted…I don’t get it.  And it’s not my job as a viewer to fill in the huge gap of additional character development that needed to happen in order to get Dany from an angry, mourning queen, out for vengeance against Cersei into a psychopathic Hitler, killing everybody.  This is the same woman who locked her dragons up for who knows how long because they killed a little child when they were hunting for sheep.  Give me at least some way to understand how she could have changed other than just saying “She’s crazy everybody!!” Also, it ticked me off that they didn’t show Dany’s face even once after she went crazy. Hey, maybe Bran is actually evil after all and he warned into Drogon and did this all just to make Dany look bad!

All right, I’ll quit my whining.  This episode has kinda ruined the show for me and I don’t have high hopes for the ending. My guess is that Daenerys has to be killed now.  I don’t care if or how they do it.  Maybe Bran will warg into Drogon and kill her?  Maybe she’ll try to torch Tyrion and we’ll find out he’s a secret Targaryen and she’ll go even more crazy wondering just how many damned Targaryen sleeper cells are out in the world.

If Varys ever got any of his letters delivered, my assumption is those people will now back Mr. Jon “I hate responsibility” Snow.  He’ll probably also bite it or run off to the North to become a Wildling.  Then everybody will decide to put Sansa and Tyrion in charge, or better yet, they’ll break up into separate countries and Sansa can rule the North.  It’s not like there is actually a capital left in Westeros to rule from.  

At this point I’d also be totally fine with a Wizard of Oz ending where Bran wakes up after falling from the tower and tells everybody about his fabulous dream.  Sorry to end this all on a downer, but as Mad Queen Dany would say “It’s not my fault. It’s the writers’. They have betrayed you, gentle reader, not I.”  Just know, you’re not alone in your feelings.  Hang in there and I’ll see you next week, my friends. It’s gonna be a doozy.

[kenshi-vakarian7]

OC Interview

I was tagged by @obvidalous .  Thank you.

I’ll tag @ripley95things and anyone who wants to do this.

I’ve done this already for the following;

Kira Ryder Adam Shepard Marc Shepard

1. What’s your name?  

Luke Nathan Skywalker Ryder

2. Do you know why you are named that?

I was named after Luke Skywalker.  No, seriously!  My Mom’s a huge Star Wars nerd and wanted to name me and my sister Luke and Leia once she found out she was pregnant with twins.  But my Dad, who’s never been fun at parties, put his foot down over the names.  They eventually compromised and name my sister Kira.  Kira’s glad she didn’t get the Leia name, but me personally?  I would’ve thought it was awesome.

3. Are you single or taken?

Taken. ^_^

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I’m not the world’s biggest tech geek or anything, but playing around with some tech and seeing how they work is pretty cool.  I even have a combat drone!  His name is Excelsior!  And yes, the exclamation mark is part of the name.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

*shakes fist* NEVER!

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue

7. How about your hair color?

Dark Brown

8. Have any family members?

Well, there’s my Dad, Alec, and my Mom, Ellen.  Mom used to make the best hot cocoa every Christmas.  Then there’s my twin sister, Kira.  She’s a bit more serious than I am, but she’s still my best friend anyway. :)

9. Oh? How about any pets?

Sparty and Sparty Jr. are awesome.  That’s my pyjak and hamster... though I’m not certain if he’s really called a hamster.  He looks like one, but... yeah.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

You mean besides Tann’s opinions on the krogan?  Well... there’s the Archon.  Fuck that guy.  I also hate getting up at the crack of dawn.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Have you ever tried Paintball or laser tag?  If not, it’s great!  I also like watching movies, camping, rocking climbing, dancing, and waxing poetry with Addison.  That last one is definitely fun. >:)

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

Only when I’m forced to. =\

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

*sigh* Yes, but that’s only because they don’t give me a choice.

14. What kind of animal are you?

Well I did want to be a crow, but Gil claimed that already.

15. Name your worst habits?

People say I don’t take things seriously.  I guess that’s true in some cases.  People also say I joke at the worst times, especially in a life-or-death situation.  Hell yeah I do!  I’d rather die laughing than screaming.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Definitely Vetra since, you know, she’s taller than me. ^_^  Nah, I’m kidding, I know what you meant.

I’d say my Mom.  She was always kinda, compassionate, and always supportive of my sister and I no matter what we set out to do.  I miss her...

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

 Straight.

18. Do you go to school?

Not since high school.  I was considering going back before I was told about Andromeda.  The idea of going on adventures in a new galaxy appealed to me more.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

Sure, I’d like that.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

I’m sure they’re out there somewhere.  I just hope they don’t turn out like that one Sloane fangirl I met at Tartarus that one time...

21. What are you most afraid of?

 Me?  Afraid?  Nah, nothing scares me!

...Okay, actually, I hate the idea of dying alone.

22. What do you usually wear?

Anything comfy... preferably my pajamas, but society considers that inappropriate for everyday wear.  So I have my jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket to wear.  That’s a favorite of mine.

23. What one food tempts you?

Oranges.  Always oranges.  If I ever get my own place, I want to grow an orange tree in my backyard.

24. Am I annoying you?

Well, if I’m being honest, the questions are a little... unusual.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

-Looks at his watch- Sigh...

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I’m totally high class.  Top hat, monocle, all the perks that come with that kind of society.

...Actually, that’s all in my head, I’m actually middle class.  But a guy can dream.

27. How many friends do you have?

If we’re only talking about the ones here in Andromeda, it’s definitely more than I can count on my fingers and toes.  I’ve met some really great people

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Why, do you have pie?  ...What do you mean you don’t have pie?!  Don’t mention pie unless you have some to share!  Now I’m sad...

29. Favorite drink?

I like my coffee and whiskey... sometimes at the same time... but I would never turn down a big glass of orange juice, especially with a big breakfast.

30. What’s your favorite place?

Here in Andromeda?  Definitely Meridian.  It’s an amazing planet that made the search and fight worthwhile.  I plan to settle there once I retire as Pathfinder.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

I am, and she is the most awesome turian in two galaxies. ^_^

32. That was a stupid question…

Uhhh...

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

A lake that’s not filled with sulfur... or ice... or boiling hot temperatures...

34. What’s your type?

AB... Oh, you mean THAT type!  Well, definitely someone who likes to laugh.  I’d hate to make a poor soul feel tortured at my attempts to make her laugh.

35. Any fetishes?

Uhh... do I have to talk about it?  Because I prefer not to talk about it.  Not that I have anything to hide, but... yeeeeah.

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors.  Which reminds me, I need to go... outside, so... later!

*quickly leaves the interview*

[krat395]

Tickle... or Be Tickled (Chapter 3)

Now that Frisk and Toriel are at Asgore's house, it is now possible Toriel to put her plan to tickle Asriel into effect. And by having Frisk play with Asriel in Asgore's basement for a while, Toriel is doing just that. ;) Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

****************************************** TICKLE... OR BE TICKLED!!

Chapter 3: Petting the “Enemy”

 Meanwhile… in Asgore’s basement…

 Asriel: So, Frisk, what do you wanna do for the next while?! Huh?! Huh?! What do wanna do? What do you wanna do?! *asked Asriel in an incredibly excited and energetic manner*

 Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Azzy, what is up with you today, bro? You’re acting more… excited… than usual. Why is that?

 Asriel: It’s because this is the start of a fun-filled weekend with the most wonderful family and friends a boy like me could ask for, that’s why!

 Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Oh, ok, that explains it. Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!

 Asriel: So, what do you wanna do for the next while, Frisk?! You didn’t answer my question yet!

 Frisk: I’ll do you one better, Azzy. How about I show you? But in order to do that, I need you to take off your shirt and then lie down on this nice soft carpet. *Frisk cheekily replied*

 Asriel: *excited gasp* Ok!!

 As soon as Asriel positioned himself comfortably on the soft basement carpet, Frisk sat down on the carpet right next to him and began doing something that he absolutely loves.

 Asriel: *huge moan of happiness* Frisk, that feels so wonderful! Thank you! *moan*

 Frisk is PETTING ASRIEL! :D

 Frisk:  Heeheeheeheeheehee! You’re welcome, Mr. Cutie. …Now, who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? *teased Frisk in playful pet talk as she started playing with Asriel’s long droopy ears for a few seconds*

 Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee!! Me. I’m a good boy. *responded Asriel in an incredibly relaxed manner* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!

 Frisk: Yes you are. Yes you are. *teased Frisk in playful pet talk once again as she continued playing with her brother’s ears* Heeheeheeheehee!!  

 30 seconds later, Frisk moved her hands down to Asriel’s belly and began giving him a belly rub. And by doing so, she caused the young boy himself to start kicking his right leg consistently as if he were a dog. ;) And while giving Asriel a belly rub, Frisk happened to notice a spot on the right side of his belly that had significantly less fur than usual. Why this is, she has no idea and she’ll be sure to ask him about it at some point. But not right now though! Because right now, all she wants to do is continue petting him. Because she just can’t resist touching his ultra-soft silky fur. ;)

 Asriel: *moan* Aww yeeeeah, right there, Frisk. That’s the ticket. Nothing beats a good old fashioned belly rub. *moan* *soft bleats*

 Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Oh, Azzy, you are just so cute. X3 Heeheeheeheeheehee!

 One minute later…

 Frisk: *happy sigh* I know I say this a lot, Azzy; but seriously, bro, you have THE softest fur in existence! And by the way, you do realize that having such soft silky fur like this is one of the reasons why you’re so popular with little kids, don’t you?

 Asriel: *sigh* Yes, I do. *responded Asriel with a slightly annoyed tone in his voice*

 Frisk: Hey now, there’s no need for that attitude, Mister. I mean, I know you get your ears tugged on quite frequently by them and all, but you should feel pretty darn special that so many of them want hugs and nuzzles from you just simply because you’re so cute and cuddly! …And squishy too. …Squishy face! X3 *stated Frisk while squishing Asriel’s cheeks together a few times*

 Asriel: *muffled speech*

 Asriel’s having a bit of trouble talking due to Frisk squishing his cheeks together the way she currently is. So, in response, and as much as it pains Frisk to do so, she’s going to have to stop squishing his cheeks in order to hear what he’s trying to tell her. But Frisk doesn’t entirely mind though. She wanted to pet his fluffy tummy again anyway. :)

 Frisk: Oh, heeheeheeheeheehee, I’m sorry, what was that, squishy boy? Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

 Asriel: Yeah, but it’s kind of hard for me to feel special these days, Frisk. And some kids do more than just tug on my ears, you know. Why, just last Wednesday when I was at a park with Dad, a little 5-year-old girl that wanted to pet my belly put gum in my fur! And that piece of gum got stuck in there so much that I had to choice but to cut it out with a scissors! (*sigh* Man, I knew it was a bad idea to start letting little kids pet me.)

 Last Wednesday, while Frisk, Chara, and MK were being tickled by Mettaton and Blooky, Asgore and Asriel had a fun-filled day together outside of Asgore’s home. The two male boss monsters went to several places that day and one of the places they went to just happened to be a park with some kids that wanted some hugs and nuzzles from Asriel. :)

 Frisk: Huh, so that’s why there’s a spot on your belly with less fur than usual. I was wondering that was all about and I’m happy that I finally know. And was that little girl at least sorry after she did?

 Asriel: Um, not really, no. After putting gum in my fur, she just rolled on the ground right next to the bench we were sitting on… and laughed. A lot! Like it was the funniest dang thing in the world!

 Frisk: Oh, well, that’s too bad. I’m sorry to hear that, Azzy.

 Asriel: *sigh* Thanks, sis. …And it’s no problem, actually. I mean, all of the fur in that spot will grow back to its original length at some point, at least.

 Frisk: I should hope so! A completely fluffy tummy is better than a practically fluffy tummy, you know! Especially when all that fluffiness is the softest thing you will ever feel! X3

 Asriel: Haha! Oh, Frisk. Hahaha! You’re just never going to stop claiming that I have the softest fur in existence, are you?

 Frisk: But you do have the softest fur in existence, Azzy! Seriously, you do! And all the while I pet Toby last night, I literally kept thinking to myself, “Oh, Toby, why can’t your fur be as soft as Azzy’s?” And that’s saying a lot too because Toby already has some pretty soft fur! Softer than every other dog I’ve pet, anyway!

 Asriel: Wait a second; Toby visited you and Mom last night?! *asked Asriel confusedly*

 Frisk: Heeheeheehee!! He most certainly did, Mr. Cutie. Oh, and speaking of him, that reminds me! I’ve got one heck of a story to tell you!

 Asriel: You do?!

 Frisk: *nods yes excitedly*

 Asriel: Well, then by all means, go ahead and tell it. …I’m all EARS. *said Asriel while playing with his long droopy ears for a few seconds and smiling and giggling all the while he did so* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

 With that said; Frisk began telling Asriel the story of her and Toby tickle torturing Toriel last night. And she continued doing so for roughly 15 minutes. All while continuing to lovingly pet him. And she told him everything that happened that night too; the plan she and Toby came up with three days prior to the tickle torture, tying Toriel up while she was sleeping, Toby licking Toriel’s feet with his slobbery tongue that tickles twice as much than that of other dogs’ tongues, Frisk painting an imaginary picture on Toriel’s soles with a paintbrush, Frisk and Toby punishing Toriel for preventing Undyne and Alphys from kissing in front of Frisk seven months prior to the tickle torture, making an arrangement to tickle Toriel at least once a month with help from at least one of her children, convincing Toriel that there’s nothing wrong with having big feet; etc. etc. etc.

 15 minutes later…

 Asriel: Wow, Frisk! That was such an awesome story! You and Toby sure make one heck of a team!

 Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Thanks, bro.

 Asriel: Haha! No problem. …But holy heck though, even after everything you just told me, I still can’t believe you actually tied Mom to her chair like that! I mean, when Chara and I tickled her last Saturday, all Chara did was tie her legs to the footrest and tie two of her toes together. But you… you REALLY went the extra mile!

 Frisk: Heeheeheehee!! Yes, I suppose I did, didn’t I?

 Asriel: Hehe. Yeah. And it’s a good thing she was ok with you doing that too. She’s such a great mom, one that deserves all the tickles she can get! Especially on those big insanely ticklish feet of hers! And whenever Toby wants to tie her up and tickle her again, you can guarantee that I’ll be there to help you guys! *assured Asriel with a big smile on his face*

 Frisk: Heeheeheehee!! Thanks, Azzy. I just knew you wouldn’t turn something like that down.

 Asriel: Hehe. You’re welcome. …Oh, and speaking of Mom’s ticklish feet, I’m so happy to hear she’s finally come around to accepting how big they are.

 Frisk: Haha! I know, right? I’m so happy I was able to convince her! And if you want, and just as long as it’s not hurtful in any way, you can tease her about them too. *lied Frisk with a mischievous smile on her face* (Since Mom tickled you as punishment for calling her, “Bigfoot,” and for telling her that her feet are so huge you could land a plane on them, I feel that by teasing her about her feet again today, you’ll make her want to tickle you even more! Mwah ha ha!)

 Even though Toriel has learned to accept that she has large feet, she’s still not very fond of being teased about how large they are, even when the teasing is all in good fun. But Asriel doesn’t know that though and Frisk has just lied to him by telling him that Toriel won’t mind one bit if he teases her about the size of feet. All because she feels that when he does so; Toriel will want to tickle him as punishment; and all because Frisk wants to hear as much of Asriel’s adorable laughter as possible! :)

 Asriel: *gasp* Awesome! I’ll be sure to do that yet today then! *replied Asriel with an excited smile on his face*

 Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Good. She’ll love it dearly, Azzy. I guarantee it. *lied Frisk once again* (Mwah ha ha!) …Ok, now that I’ve filled you in about tickling Mom last night, I’ve got another tickle story to tell you!

 Asriel: *gasp* You do?! *asked Asriel excitedly*

 Frisk: Hehe. Yeah. It’s about something that happened last Wednesday during our day off from school. But you’re gonna have to wait to hear the full version of it until later tonight though, ok? For now, I’ll give you the “CliffNotes” version.

 Asriel: Aw man, really? Why’s that? *asked Asriel a bit disappointedly*

 Frisk: Because Chara and MK want to tell the story with me, Azzy. The story involves all three of us and we all feel that it will be best to tell it to you in person.

 Asriel: Oh, ok, that makes sense. And now that I know that, I can easily wait to hear the full version until later tonight.

 Frisk: Hehe. Good. But I’m gonna warn though, there’s a strong chance that everything we tell you is going to make you SUPER jealous. Because it involves Chara and I tying up and tickle torturing MK and then all three of us being tickled by… Blooky and Mettaton! *said Frisk with a REALLY BIG smile on her face*

 Asriel: *gasp* Oh my god! Haha! I’m jealous already! I SO would’ve loved being part of that!

 Frisk: Tickle torturing MK or being tickled by Blooky and Mettaton? *asked Frisk despite knowing very well what Asriel’s response will be*

 Asriel: Both! *sigh* But I suppose I shouldn’t complain too much though, because Dad and I tickled each other every night this week… during all our rounds of “The Tickle Monster.” *replied Asriel with a giant grin on his face* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

 Last Sunday night via video chat, Asriel told Frisk that he brought back him and his mother’s special mother-son tickle bonding a month ago. Then after that, Asriel and Chara told Frisk that they tickled Toriel last Saturday, which in turn made Frisk want to tickle Toriel herself. And then after that, Asriel told both Frisk and Chara that he brought back him and his father’s special father-son tickle bonding, which made the two girls squeal and blush with tons of delight. ;)

 Frisk: Oh yeah, that’s right! Heeheeheeheehee!! Gosh, it’s just so freaking adorable that you let our parents tickle you the exact same ways they did when you were little, Azzy!

 Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! I know, right? Heeheeheeheeheehee!! And I’m quite proud of myself that I let them do that too! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

 Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Indeed, you are! Heeheeheeheehee!!

 Then, with an evil grin on her face, Frisk kneeled over Asriel. And right before digging her fingers into his sides, she said to him,

 Frisk: And you know, since we’re talking about tickling…

 Asriel: AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!! *squeak* AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO BACK TO PETTING MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! *pleaded Asriel through his absolutely adorable laughter as he wiggled around on the floor and kicked his legs both consistently and frantically* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!

 Frisk: Nah, tickling you is WAY MORE fun, Azzy. Because every time my fingers wiggle, squiggle, and jiggle all over your sensitive skin with very little effort, I get to hear that sweet, sweet laugh of yours that I just can’t get enough of. *cooed Frisk*

 Asriel: AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU’RE SO MEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEAN!!! *said Asriel through his laughter without any actual spite* AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *squeak* GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!

 Frisk: Now, Azzy, is that any way to talk to your favorite sister? *asked Frisk teasingly as she began drumming her fingers ALL OVER Asriel’s fluffy tummy* Huh? Huh, Azzy? Is that any way to talk to your favorite sister?

 Asriel’s fluffy tummy is so sensitive that just drumming your fingers against it is enough to make him burst into loud hysterical laughter that’s just too pure for this world! X3 In addition, it’s almost enough to prevent him from trying to tickle you back! Asriel may be a tough kid. But when it comes to tickle fights, Asriel has a real disadvantage due to how insanely ticklish he is. He is one of the most ticklish kids in existence if not THE most ticklish kid in existence and both of his sisters really love taking advantage of his insanely high level of ticklishness because of it! But it’s all in good fun though and the young prince himself absolutely loves it, even if it doesn’t exactly appear that way at the moment.

 Asriel: AHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHAHAA!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT ARE YOU TALKING, AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, ABOUT?!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!! I DON’T, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I DON’T, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAAHHAA, I DON’T, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHA, I DON’T TALK TO, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA, CHARA LIKE THAT!!!!! *claimed Asriel both teasingly and falsely as he laughed VERY HYSTERICALLY* GAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA~!!!!!

 Despite struggling to speak through all of his hysterical and EXTREMELY CONTAGIOUS laughter just now, Asriel somehow managed to say every word of his false claim of Chara being his favorite sister to Frisk as a means of teasing her. And even though Frisk is very well aware that Asriel actually loves both her and Chara equally, there’s a very strong chance that Asriel is going to regret saying that false claim of his to her. ;) Frisk is already a pretty devastating tickler to him enough as it is and by teasing her the way he did just now, he is literally asking for her to up her game by a large margin! And little does Asriel know; Frisk has a secret weapon. And that secret weapon of hers just so happens to be her and Asriel’s own mother, Toriel!

 Frisk: *gasp* Asriel, well, I never! *teased Frisk* Just for that, I’m gonna give you a tickle torture that you’re NEVER gonna forget!! And in a minute or so, it’s gonna get even worse!! *claimed Frisk with perhaps the most evil grin in existence*

 With that said; Frisk began blowing several raspberries over Asriel’s naval. And at the same time, she scribbled her fingers both rapidly and fiendishly ALL OVER every devastatingly ticklish inch of his underarms, sides, chest, ribs, and tummy.

 Asriel: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! GNERIVNWUIGWOESBRHQOWBSGUIQNEFRIUBVUEINAFIUESVSJKDNDFZJKNVLIJANFH!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! AGREJINVJWISFVUNRUEPWBOIFQENWSKHVXNJVFNSJLNRWJESBRFHSERJLNVJNVJI!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! AAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!! *laughed Asriel frantically, hysterically, maniacally, and preciously all at the same time*

 Meanwhile… in the upstairs living room…

 Toriel: (*gasp of delight* I hear Asriel laughing. That’s my cue! Hee hee hee!)

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 11

Supernatural, Debriel, Sastiel, Sastiel Fluff, Warnings-None

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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Okay well the gif is not related to the story but who doesn’t love to see these two hugging each other?

Despite the fact that Sam and Cas had left pretty early for a day off, Dean had already been awake and having coffee. Gabriel entered the kitchen seconds after Sam left.

-Penny for your thoughts?

-I… I can’t do this Gabriel. I can’t sneak behind Sam with you.

-Yeeeeah I kinda noticed after you kicked me out of your bedroom before I was able to even take your shirt off. Hey, don’t look at me like that, you totally did.

The archangel sat casually on the stool by the hunter, extending his hand over Dean’s arm.

-Look, I’m definitely not the best source for sibling advice -Dean chuckled- but maybe you should say things upfront. I mean, you know my position here, well, more than one by now. Bottom line is, exciting as making out inside the broom closet is, Sam is smart. The kid will eventually find out if he hasn’t already and I’m not sure you want him to call on you about us that way.

Dean just shifted a bit.

-Anyway, considering that he’s not here right now, why don’t we christen up your bed?

The hunter just turned to look at the archangel with a reprobatory look.

-Dude, Sam literally just left the place, can’t you give it a couple more minutes?

No, he definitely couldn’t. Gabriel exchanged his place on the stool to a far more comfortable one between Dean’s legs and surrounded his neck with his arms. Dean leaned towards the archangel to catch his lips and forgetting everything about the coffee he had been holding he thrived on the archangel’s touch. Gabriel began to rub himself consciously against Dean, enticing the hunter’s senses, building up a slow but sure heat between both of them.

Dean’s hands brushed the archangel’s soft hair but when Gabriel went down to bite his neck he pulled his hair gently to get his attention. -Hey… Don’t leave any marks.

Gabriel stared at him with a predating look. -Why?

Dean knew he was screwed, he didn’t want Sam to realize what they were doing and that would make it an issue with Gabriel. He was a guy that boasted about the things he loved, so he obviously wanted to make a fuss about being with Dean, specially if that meant Dean was going to have a couple of hickeys as proof. Gabriel also understood Dean’s silence and decided he wouldn’t give a fuck about it at all. Before the hunter could stop him, Gabriel already had his lips surrounding an area of his neck. Holding him tight with his hands. It was time he showed his own possessiveness as well. All Dean could do was breathe in hard and close his lips tight, drowning a soft moan. After feeling the harshness with which Gabriel was sucking his neck he knew there was not going to be a way to hide things anymore when Sam arrived. He might as well enjoy the rest of the ride and buckle up for the outcome.

-Let’s go back to my bed.

-Best words I’ve heard from those lips today.

The grocer's market was a good half an hour away from the bunker but looking at Castiel’s eager sight was totally worth the ride. He already looked a lot less stressed and the soft air coming through the open windows of the car gave that Saturday morning a feeling of joyful content Sam hadn't felt in a long time.

Once at the market, he went around the stands buying vegetables and fruit while sending monitoring looks at Cas, who was animatedly chatting with a beekeeper at the end of the yard.

When he finished with the shopping he went towards them. The beekeeper was showing the seraph the trays where bees kept their honey.

-Looks like you're ready to start your own beehive.

Castiel beamed back to Sam, a bag with two pots of different coloured honey already in his hands.

-Sam! Did you know? Beehives like these can last decades if well cared.

Castiel quickly introduced Sam to Sarah, the beekeeper. They had some more small talk before Sam excused himself and Castiel.

-I want to get these eggs back home before the heat gets them.

-Oh Sure! Please do! -she turned back to Castiel -I really hope you can come to the tour, you're gonna love the lavender fields... And people say they always make a nice background for dating couples. -she gave the both of them a knowing wink before moving on to another patron.

Once back in the road Sam suddenly snickered.

-What?

-Nothing, I just thought Dean will be pleased to know he’s no longer the only one I’m paired with as a couple by strangers.

-Do you mind it?

-Of course not.

A moment of silence filled the car.

-Even if I’m not Gabriel?

Sam began to snicker at the angel's inquiry but it only took him one glance at Castiel to see how serious the question actually was.

-Cas?

Castiel realized his own bluntness, went into silent panic and turned away from Sam.

-Forgive me, I should not... I’m sorry. Nevermind.

-...ok.

The rest of the road went silent. Sam’s head had become a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions while his hands stayed on the wheel.

When they arrived home their hands grazed while making a go for the groceries. Castiel immediately pulled his away in a rush. That was the moment Sam made his choice. He went to get the seraph in his grasp.

-Wait.

Castiel looked troubled but obliged. He fixed his sight on the hunter, afraid of what he was about to say. Sam on the other hand felt his assertiveness falter when the shining blue of Castiel’s eyes made him forget half of what he had hoped to say to the angel at least once if he ever had the guts or the chance, whichever came first. The silent moment stretched longer than what both men could stand. Sam had to say something, anything.

-I’dnevermindthatyou’renotGabriel.

-...I’m sorry Sam, can you say that again?

Sam’s face went red, did he really have to say it again? One glance at the seraph made him realize that yes. He had to say it again. He sighed deeply to catch up with his thoughts for a second.

-I said that I’d never mind you’re not Gabriel. Because you’re you, Cas, and I’ve known you for so long that I… Well, I’d never hope for you to be like Gabriel at all.

Castiel’s eyes looked sideways with a defeated look.

-Oh… uh… thanks.

-It’s not like that! -Castiel turned back again towards Sam. -I… ah… shit.

Sam finally let go of Castiel’s hand and went to grab his face between both of his hands, leaning over him closing his eyes while meeting his slightly parted lips, trembling. What if he was making a mistake? What if he had misunderstood Castiel’s actions? He might be making a fool of himself for as much as he knew.  

After the first tortuous seconds where Cas was completely still, Sam finally felt his friend’s hands lift up onto his chest and upwards, pressing fingers against the fabric of his henley. When Castiel got a hold of his neck, he pulled Sam closer, while opening his lips a bit more. Sam, suddenly caressed in such a way, felt how certain parts of himself had begun to awake but tried to keep them at bay. Both men taking turns to venture into their boundaries. Sam was holding Cas close and tight. If he ever went to heaven by the time of his death, this would definitely be one of the memories he’d recall there. The seraph’s lips a little rougher than what he expected but he didn’t care, it was so much better to feel than what he could ever imagine.  

The kiss was long and profound, there were too many years of catching up to do. Too many pecks to recover from each moment they had leaned on one another, pulling each other’s lips gently for each an every time they had supported each other. Their hands caressing and holding each other’s bodies tight for each and every time they had to hold back their own impulses in fear of being turned away.

There was no doubt for Sam now that he was able to feel Castiel’s fingers tightly in his grasp, this was the only way things could have ever been.

-Say, Cas… Will you stay by my side forever?

-I would have even if you hadn’t ask me to, Sam Winchester.

Sam just giggled like a fool, falling into the depths of Castiel’s revering gaze and went back to kiss him again.

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15 Questions

I was tagged by @spookysmoon ❤️

Rules: answer 15 questions and then tag 15 people

1) Are you named after anyone?

Nope

2) When was the last time you cried?

2 days ago

3) Do you have kids?

Nope

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeeeeah 🤪

5) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Manners and physically, eyes

6) What’s your eye color?

Dark brown, blackish

7) Scary movie or happy ending?

Scary movie 👻

8) Any special talents?

Taking photos and cooking

9) Where were you born?

Italy

10) What are your hobbies ?

Playing video games, cooking, photography

11) Do you have any pets?

2 dogs and 3 cats

12) What sport do you play/have you played?

Literature

A bit of volleyball and basketball

13) How tall are you?

175 cm / 5.8 ft

15) Dream job?

Photographer , not sure tho

14) Favorite subject at school?

I tag: @polly-chan @soulmatesifyouwill @elmacdc44 @squirrel666 @mvndys @littlewitch34