#yes i fucking watched this show lets be honest they both rocked

[ninuwrites]

the show|LH+WW

summary: wade just can’t leave you alone with one request so you come up with an idea

warnings: smut, voyeurism, p in v, m and f masturbation

a/n: i had this idea for a really long time and finally i did it!!! hope you enjoy, english is not my first language btw so sorry for any mistakes!! love you all💋

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logan would do anything for you.

he won’t show it much, but you both know you have him wrapped around your finger.

there were only few things he wouldn’t allow.

one of them being that he’s the only one that could touch you.

he can’t stand seeing guys even looking your way. every time he just wants to claw their eyes out.

so when wade was asking AGAIN to join your bedroom activities, logans first reaction was to beat him up and stab his face over and over again.

let’s say you weren’t really against of wade joining you, you just loved logan too much and you knew all about his possessive situation.

that’s when you came up with idea where both of the men would end up somehow happy.

“he can watch us.” you blurted out when wade wouldn’t stop talking about logans “fuckingly beautiful hawaian rolls” and how he compered you to a greek goddess.

both men were just blankly starting at you. to be honest they did not expect you to respond like that, but you wanted to satisfy both of them. (and for wade to shut up)

wade just smirked and starting babbling something about that he’ll make you fall for him and you should stop pretending and be with him (he always knew how to get on logans nerves).

logan just looked at you, looking a bit shocked and pissed at the same time. you smiled at him, “it won’t be that bad baby, will just give him a show.” you said and kissed his temple.

“come ooon kitty cat, what scared i’ll steal your girl?” wade grinned and oh boy how hard it was for logan to not stab his fucking face all over again.

but how could he say no to a woman like you?

so that’s how you found yourself on your back with a skirt and a bra ( cause logan would not let wade see all of you) with logan between you legs and his tongue lapping at your slopping hole.

“oh she sounds like a heaven.” wade moaned out, spreading his legs and touching his dick through his jeans.

“eyes on me sweetheart.” logan growled, his hands gripping your hips harder than before, making you look back between your legs, his grip definitely leaving some marks.

one of his hands carefully came up your cunt while one of his fingers slowly entered your heat. after few pumps he immediately joined another finger.

you jolted from the sudden movement and pulled his hair , getting a moan from the man which got him feasting on you more aggressively.

“wolvie come on make the girl finish.” wade spoke up.

as logan was about to scream at him to shut his fucking mouth but you managed to take his face into your hands and whispered “don’t let him get you” and “you make me feel so good”

logan gave you a kiss and continued to suck on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you adding a third one.

“lo- yes please i’m so close.” you moaned out and looked at the place wade was sitting.

his jeans were unbuttoned, shirt was off and his hand was carefully stroking his rock hard cock in the same rhythm as logan was getting you off. you looked into his eyes and moaned again.

“go on honey, let go f’ me will ya?” logan said with his movements speeding up, his thick fingers hitting the sweetest spot in your hot needing cunt.

in the same time, wades hand and breath was speeding up as your moans got louder and the feeling in your tummy got bigger.

“oh yes lo i’m c- i’m cumming!” you screamed, your eyes never leaving wade.

wade threw his head back and spilled all over his jeans and stomach.

“enjoying the show wade?” you asked still out of breath and logan licking you cunt clean.

“you’re unreal sweetie pie.” his legs twitched.

“oh that was just foreplay, here comes the best part.” you smirked and pulled logan by his shirt to face you.

between kisses, you pulled his shirt down and made him sit on the bed so you were on top of him.

you trailed wet kisses down his neck, to his chest and down to his lower tummy. logan meanwhile played with the meat of your ass and tights.

you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

“you’re so beautiful lo, always make me feel so good.” you said your eyes never leaving gis as you gave his res tip kitten licks and small kisses.

logan growled and took your hair into is hands , urging you down to his cock.

“don’t tease baby.” he breathed out and you finally relaxed your jaw and took his girth inside your mouth.

“so good to me honey, love your mouth so much.” he growled and pulled your head closer, your nose almost touching his happy trail.

“you can do it baby, so pretty.” he was looking down at you, your eyes were glossy, mouth full and red lips. he could cum just by looking at you.

as he feels your nose touching his abdomen he was a goner. his legs tensed and the grip on your hair tightened.

“okay off, wanna- wanna cum in you.” he patted your head. you gave his shaft one last lick and a kiss on the tip.

“oh man, honey badger you’re one lucky motherfucker.” wade stated.

you looked at him and smirked, sending him a air-kiss. logan just grabbed your face and kissed you, “ride me sweetheart, want to feel you so bad.” logan winced.

oh how you loved seeing logan like this so needy even if he doesn’t show it. the man is down bad for you.

you kissed his jaw, his hand gripped your hips as he helped you sink down his veiny and thick girth.

“so- so big lo- fill me so good- can feel you so deep.” you mumbled out, not sure your words had some sense.

after a few moments you started moving your hips slowly, occasionally grinding on logans thick cock.

“yes baby so tight, sucking me in like a little slut.” logan said making you moan, you loved when he talked to you while his dick was buried inside you.

“my girl, my pretty pretty girl.” logan whispered his hips slamming back to yours.

you looked to the side, checking on wade that was absolutely astonished by you. his eyes couldn’t leave yours, you tried saying something but you felt too good to even form a sentence.

you tried to speed up you movements, but your legs were wearing out which logan took advantage of and slammed you on your back.

his lips never left yours as he reentered you again. your eyes rolled back and your nails dug into his back which made logan moaned.

“squeezing me like a vice bub, let go for me love. give it to me baby.” he urged, his hips slamming into yours, “look at me when you cum.” he growled.

out of nowhere, your orgasm washed over you, your legs trembling, digging the heels of your legs into logan and moaning out logans name.

you looked so beautiful that it was hard for logan to keep it together. he fucked you over your orgasm ti near overstimulation.

“almost there baby.” he spoke up, reminding that he won’t hold for long.

“yeah want my cum sweetheart? gonna fill you up so good baby, fuck a baby into you.” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he shot his load into your overstimulated cunt.

logan fell on top of you, holding up by his hands. as you both calmed down, you kissed, slow and loving after sex make out. (as always)

“oh god, it should be illegal for you to be together. like fuck it’s not fair that both of you are so hot..” wade started speaking again.

you looked over to face logan again,

“at least now we know how to shut him up.”

[merlucide]

LATE NIGHT SNACK RUNS WITH SHIDOU

Notes: lmao I was bored so I wrote this Ig- trying to make myself like writing again 💀

wc: 750

warnings: shidou, I wrote this tired so idk how it is

Your boyfriend is 'special,' you could say. He's got a big personality and an even bigger ego. He's prone to getting into fights and has zero shame about it. But, you love him nonetheless. You are the most important person in his life, and he makes sure you damn well know it.

But right now, you honestly feel like throttling him. It's 3 AM, and he's spammed your phone with calls more times than you can count. You responded with a kind, "Fuck off, I'm sleeping," and turned on DND. You managed to slip back into sleep, if only for a brief moment.

Your rest is interrupted again, this time by the uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Groggily, you blink your eyes open to find a dark figure towering over you.

You let out a shriek and start flailing at the figure.

"Ow, stop—it's me! Stop—IT'S ME!!" a familiar voice urgently whispers. You squint in the darkness, heart hammering. You soon realize the so-called intruder is actually your stupid boyfriend, Ryusei.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU- WHAT- WHY?? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE???" you hiss, smacking his arm as he scoffs.

"uh- I called you like a gazillion times, and I threw rocks at your window, but you didn't wake up" Ryusei explains nonchalantly, glancing from the window back to you with a smirk beginning to form. "You know, you really should lock your window, babe. Someone could sneak in."

You smack his arm again, harder this time, receiving a small 'ouch' from him.

"What do you want, Ryusei?" you grumble, massaging your temples.

He grins, grabbing your shoulders. "Well, I was bored, so I thought we should totally hit up 7-11, yeah?"

With a deep sigh, you accepted defeat. "Fine. I'll go with you. But God so help me, if you pull another stunt like this again, I will break up with your insufferable ass- you hear me?"

His grin widens, and he starts climbing out the window. "Yes, ma'am," he replies cheerfully.

You grab a hoodie and peek out of your room to make sure no one was awakened by your earlier scream of terror.

Stepping out the window, you slide down to the ground below. Ryusei offers his hand, which you take, and together you start jogging down the street.

The night air is chilly but refreshing, not cold. The streets are deserted, as expected at 3 AM. Ryusei is dressed down in sweats and an oversized hoodie, his hair flatter without his usual styling, and his face bare without the iconic eyeliner. Under the yellow hue of the streetlights, his skin seems to glisten. Sometimes you think, he could have been a model in another life.

You and Ryusei chat aimlessly and stumble over each other's feet as you walk. Arriving at the 7-11, you grab snacks that you both know are unhealthy. You both get Slurpees and head to the checkout.

You both share your snacks, and show each other your colored tongues. 

Ryusei takes a sip of his drink and looks over at you. "Y’know, we should do this more often," he suggests.

You playfully roll your eyes. "Oh yeah? Why?"

Ryusei grins, looking around at the empty streets. "Because, let's be honest, when else are we going to run around like this without anyone else in our way? It’s like the world’s ours for the taking."

You laugh, shaking your head at his straightforward reasoning. "Only Shidou Ryusei would think a run to 7-11 at 3 AM is a grand adventure" you respond, amused by his enthusiasm.

He snorts, slinging the 7-11 bag kver his shoulders. "Admit it, you’re kinda loving the freedom too," he says, nudging you gently with his elbow.

You sigh but can't hide your smile. "Maybe a bit. But let’s aim for the daylight hours next time, okay?"

"Can’t promise that," he shoots back with a mischievous smirk.

As you finish up your late night snack run and head back and the first hints of dawn start to light the sky.

You climb up to the window, you wave your boyfriend goodnight as he sends you kisses. You returned them as he runs off into the street. you both crawl back into bed, content and a bit exhausted.

You never know what to expect with Ryusei, but that what’s makes being with him fun right?

I SWEAR I WILL DO THE REQS OKAY??

made April 8th 2024

[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader Wife.

Situation: You tease Gibbs all the day , sending him sexy texts. What happens when you get home from work?

“ Good Morning kids” I said .

“ Good morning Mom” my twins chirped.

“ Good morning darling” Jethro says kissing me.

“ Good morning to you too Mr Gibbs” I giggled.

“ Ohh get a room you two” our son said.

“ Stop it silly” our daughter smacked her brother.

“ Look Dad made his special muffins for you.” “He kept an entire special batch for you . He won’t let us touch them.” Our kids continued.

“ You know that’s why I love your father. Well that and other reasons” I winked , making him blush.

“ Okay kids, my mom and dad are gonna pick you up from school and you all can drive to Stillwater to Jackson’s place.”“ Your Dad and I will join in tomorrow for the weekend. Love you.” I said kissing their foreheads.

“ Forgetting something my love.” Jethro says.

“ How can I ever forget you handsome” I said as we kiss.

“ Mum and Dad are making out” my son laughed.

This time Jethro and I both smacked him.

“ Ouch guys” he laughed rubbing his head. “ Ohh , Mum Dad , our debate team made the finals.”

“ Atta boy , Atta girl” we said messing with their hair.

“ Ahh I just did my hair” our daughter giggled.

“ They show their love this way” our son chuckled.

“ Ohh mum” my daughter continued. “ I was thinking of writing about some cheap and environment friendly alternatives to expensive cosmetics and make up for the school paper. Will you take me to the mall next week? I would like to do a piece on affordable clothing. Maybe we can go to Target and Macy’s ? They are having a clearance sale. Zara too. I would like to do a take on fall winter collection, specially on rocking rich jewel tones .”

“And she lost me there.” Jethro laughed. “ That’s why I asked Mum to take me” she laughed. “Mum's style rocks. She even makes your hoodies look hot.”

“ Hey my hoodies are perfect” Jethro complained.

“ You are not really the most stylish guy Dad” my daughter said. “ But you do pull of what you wear.”

“ That’s because he is so handsome silly, and charming too” My son laughed. “ He managed to sweep Mum off her feet”.

“ That he did” I said hugging Jethro as the kids joined in for a group hug.

“ OK Daddy will drop you off to school. Bye kids.”

“ I will pick you up from work too.” Jethro said walking me to the door.

“ Ohh watch out for some messages I send you Jethro.” I said naughtier winking at him before joining the Msec in her motorcade.

…

I have been sending naughty messages to Jethro the entire day. When he came to pick me up from work, he smiled, the kind of you have been teasing me all day and you will pay for it now smile.

As we pulled in to our garage, and got out of the car, Jethro slammed me against the car , kissing me.

“ You my dear have been driving me crazy today. You are gonna pay for it now he said.”

“ Well I am your little slut, your whore, and I have been naughty. Why don’t you teach me a lesson” I giggled.

“ You remember your safewords darling?”

“ Yes”

“Good, now kneel you little slut”.

He unzipped his pants as I took his hard cock in my mouth. He did not go gentle. He started fucking my face, exactly like I wanted him. I wanted to go rough on me. I loved to have my mouth full with his cock.

To be honest , our sex life is the perfect mixture of vanilla and kinky. I jokingly call it neopolitan ice-cream. There is vanilla , and there is the kinkier strawberry and chocolate.

He held my face bobbing it up and down as he fucked my face. I flicked my tongue trying to take him all in.

“ Oh Y/N Oh Y/N” he moaned in pleasure grunting out my name as I eagerly sucked on the precum oozing out of him. He was close I could feel it. He increased his thrusts and shot his load into me. I swallowed every bit of it proudly. He pulled me up, gently kissing me, Licking the cum that had drooled from my lips.

He sat on the hood of the car and bend me on his knees, kneading my ass before spanking me. I felt his hard on beneath me. I was dripping. He lingered me, rubbing my clit and pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy. He build the pleasure in me ,suddenly stopping when I was just on the edge.

“ Darling ? What do you want ?”

“ To fucking cum Jethro”

“ You won’t get your way with that attitude my little where. Ask me nicely”

“ Ohh Jethro, my Darling. Please, please let me cum” I pouted and batted my eyelids making mu perfect puppy dog face.

He pushed his fingers deep, making me cum . As I came down from the euphoria of the climax, he bend me against the hood of the car entering me from behind. He moved with strong hard thrusts. I could feel my pleasure vibrating through my entire body. This was reflected in his voice and moans and grunts of pleasure.

“ Yeah baby take it like a good girl. Take it like a good little slut.” “ Ohh wow Y/N. Like that just Iike that.”

It wasn’t long before I came on his cock. He didn’t slow down but rather paced up his thrusts. He kneaded my breasts and puzzled at my neck. As he shot his load deep in me , I climaxed again , my pussy wall clenching his cock.

He pulled out , turning me around to kiss me.

“ Wow .” I said, catching my breath .

“ Don’t think I am done with you yet baby” he chuckled. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat me down on it before going down on me. I came over and over on his tongue. He then pulled me on to his lap. I straddled him , rubbing myself against his hardness. “ Ride me” he said. I moved my hips to adjust his cock against my pussy before entering him. He thrusted hard and deep, while sucking my nipples. He bit me down my neck and breasts and kissed me. I knew that will leave hickeys and I gotta have to wear turtlenecks the entire weekend , but at that moment I didn’t mind. The sensations of his Dick hitting all the right spots and his tongue on my books was driving me crazy. As he slipped a finger in my asshole , I was reached my climax.

“ Ohh ohh ohh Jethro, like that , just like that . Yeah baby. Ohh fuck , fuck ,Ahhh ohhh. “

I was glad Jethro was holding me. My legs felt like jelly. He was arching his hips into me.

“ Baby I am going to cum again .” I said.

“ I am close too” he said. “ Together then?”

He moved a few more times inside me.

“ Baby, Now he said” .

“ At his command I came on his cock. He started shooting his cum inside me in loads.

“ Ohh Baby , Y/N , you have been so good. I love you so much.” He said panting. He was still inside me and semi hard.

“ Ohh Jethro. Thank you . Thank you so much. I love you”

[shehungthemoon]

Just dumping my Ina Paha thoughts here. 🙃

First of all I did NOT know it was the 100th episode going into this, so i was very confused watching the montage at the end lol

I also had to click out and make sure I didn't click the wrong episode when the Pilot started playing at the beginning. When I heard Danny's voice on the phone instead of Hesse's I swear I got whiplash

It's filmed so well (bar where they reshot the pilot where Steve gets Danny on the phone instead of a dead dad, in which they literally forgot to put the same filter over the scene to make the stitching coherent) and I absolutely love the camera work they did with the white-room and the video projections. It felt very much a level above normal network television cinematography, especially the parts where Steve's going in and out of the hallucinations.

Steve finally FINALLY killing Wo-Fat was so cathartic, it should have happened ages ago but I'm willing to look past all the dumb ways he survived just to allow this incredible ending to his story.

Ina Paha gave me Kono doing... this. I owe Grace Park my whole life. Pls costuming department put her in hot pink again 💗

yes, it was a Steve episode. but Danny REALLY shone, first as the only resident Actual Detective figuring out what happened to Steve by the tire-tracks, rampaging through the compound steadily and efficiently and knocking people off without a pause, and then in Steve's mind shooting Hesse's kneecaps off?!?!?! That was CRAZY and probably not suppose to be as hot as it was and definitely made me want an ex-mobster AU immediately. Basically I have a competency kink and really like badass!danny shit 😊

Seeing Chin's long hair again made me swoon

My jaw dropped when I saw Jenna! I think it's really interesting that Steve still thinks of her so much, and I was surprised that she showed up in both the actual dreams and the montage. I definitely underestimated how much she impacted Steve's life, it seems, and I hate that we'll never hear him address that and we'll only know about it inadvertently like this.

(hand over the heart for how lori got like. one team shot. poor girlie.)

⭐I took the montage at the end as being flashbacks and memories that Steve was having as he left the compound. Looking at it through that lens certainly makes one unwell.

Obligatory squeal for Adam appearing just to save the day :))) look below to see the love of my life! :)))))) ⬇⬇⬇

Of course, the obligatory mcdanno bullet(s). It writes itself! The way Danny said Steve's name so small and broken when he found him. The way they look at each other on the ground, the pain their faces. I need an official apology statement from Scott and Alex for it. Can we talk about what flashes by during the montage at the end? (IMO it being Steve's memories.) So much Danny.

The first thing is Danny and Steve's first meeting. Jfc. The showrunners milk it SO MUCH and who's complaining

The big, rocking hug. The hands clasping underground. Gracie of course. And then Danny collapsing from the bioweapon, which to be honest I was NOT expecting to see at all--it felt like a genuinely strange choice to include in there and it really ONLY makes sense if you go along with all that being what Steve's remembering. Even then, I was surprised to see it, so basically this is Hawaii Five-Oh making mcdanno gayer than even I was wanting them to be. Steve still thinks about that? From so long ago? Even with so many other close calls in between then and now? Good fucking lord ok then loverboy that's WILD. Canon accepted ig this show is just pure whump.

Danny goes through all of this just days after losing his brother and killing Reyes. JFC can we please address that. I need a 30k introspection fic to let me into this man's mind rn.

The Wo Fat v.s. Steve fight at the end was INCREDIBLE. I would love to give the choreographer's hand a shake, it's some of the best work I've seen on television in a long time. It was impressive for a procedural like this. It was long and physical and you truly didn't know what the outcome was going to be; it everything that their built-up relationship deserved for a conclusion. It also happening with a Steve coming off of hours of torture and drugging was crazy (guess we finally know who would win a PVP if they were both at full strength!). That being said I was really impressed with Wo Fat's capabilities and physical prowess, I was not expecting it to be so even and close to the line. I actually jumped when Steve LIFTED him up into the lighting fixture. We do not talk about Steve's (Alex's???) raw upper-body strength enough.

Anyway. Electricity in the water play. The physicality hell that this gif below is ⬇. Fire extinguishers and loaded needles. Crazy martial arts. Chair and buckets (holy shit did y'all see the force with which Wo Fat SHOT that bucket?????) flying. All's fair. I loved it.

The shot going right through the forehead, clean. I don't know how to put into words why that's so monumental to me but it is.

The mystery bad lady was SO intriguing, I wish we got more from her... How does she know Wo Fat? Why was she entrusted with all that information on him and Steve and especially Doris? Absolutely where did she come from, what was her name? Why did I have a huge huge hot crush on her? All important questions. (Goes to show that h50 CAN give us some more genuine badass, not just there to date someone women characters, just explicitly choose not to. I'm holding out for Ellie to remain platonic so hard right now.)

Almost forgot Danny in that black Hawaiian shirt. Will be whimpering over that image forever. The whole episode I was trying to focus on the underlining betrayal mystery they were laying out but every time my brain started working too hard Scott with his stupid waist and those flower patterns just started flashing into my head

Again, are you seeing this:

I'm unwell and so so happy.

H50 you're a gem when you want to be.

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Mangroves

CASE # 019010008-004

SUBJECT: PYRRHA E. REYES

CONTENTS: SUSPECTED MURDER/DEATH OF CLAIRE P. LEWIS

THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT OF THE INTERROGATION OF MS. REYES.

DONATED BY AN ANONYMOUS MARIETTA DETECTIVE TO THE RICHMOND UNIVERSITY OF THE ABNORMAL.

TRANSCRIPT IS AS FOLLOWS:

She’s gone, right? I’m so stupid, this is all my fault. It should’ve been me. I should’ve been the one to – fuck. It’s so unfair. I never wanted it to come to this and now I’m… alone. I’m sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Pyrrha, I’m a librarian in Marietta, Georgia. I met Claire, my fiancée – ex-fiancee now I suppose – in college. We first met in our American history class, and I wanna say we hit it off pretty well then. We would talk for hours on end about history, sharing facts and talking about our political interpretations of certain events. Do you ever stop to think how weird Manifest Destiny was as a concept? Like, sure, expansion was inevitable, but saying it was your God-given right as a white guy to steal land from natives? Of course it went much deeper than that now, and we grew as people from these conversations. Eventually, we grew for each other. She asked me out, and lucky for her I was a lesbian. The next few years of college came and went, and at our graduation I popped the question – though we weren’t to be married for a few years as we eventually settled down and devoted our daily life to work and research. It was amazing. Spending every last moment you have with the woman you love. The nights cuddled on the couch watching TV, the rainy days spent reading, the more-than-daily walks with our Saint Bernard – cleverly named Saint. 

After another three years – wow, it really has been three – we began to grow a little bored. We were both still madly in love, don’t get me wrong, but there was something missing. Like looking into the same room over and over and over, expecting to see something remotely different. It could’ve been a bird at the window, or maybe Claire moved the coffee table away from the sofa a little. Regardless, we needed something new. Not a vacation necessarily as we had been on plenty since moving in together – though with Saint we did ease up on how frequent they were. We decided to find a mutual hobby to keep the closeness knit. Claire didn’t think we were growing apart, but I insisted it might be healthy for the long-term. She agreed and we got to looking. We went through a few options. Rock climbing was not an option since she was desperately afraid of heights. Can’t do gardening because of how high our third floor apartment was – and, yes, it didn’t help the fear of heights at times. Then we figured it out. What about diving? Claire was so thrilled with the idea, having been formerly on our college’s swim team. As for me? I’m glad we could’ve decided on something – I really wish we hadn’t. 

It was settled, and we found a few days to go train and get certified. It was so relaxing. The water against our skin – or what wasn’t covered by our suits. Oddly, I found having to swap from our snorkel to our oxygen regulator the most thrilling. Exposing ourselves to the elements for even a slight moment, knowing the sheer amount of water that could fill our mouth and throat and lungs if we just chose to let it be that way. Of course, I hid these intrusive thoughts from Claire. After a few days of learning and practice, we were certified and immediately booked a plane to Cancún, Mexico, and reserved ourselves some spots for a personal diving trip out off the coast. It was beautiful. I won’t see it as such any more. To be honest, anything deeper than a kiddie pool irks me – pathetic, I know. 

We arrived and toured for a bit. Went around, ate some local cuisine. Claire found a fondness for cooked cacti, and I took a liking to Piña Coladas. Saw some shows, and had a genuinely good time. It was like an early honeymoon. It didn’t stay this way for long. We had decided earlier on we wanted to dive by some mangroves off the coast. And so our day started early. We were given the clear to dive and got a ride out to one of the less popular dive spots. We were excited, but a little hungover honestly, yet we refused to let that get in the way of our newfound passion. It was during the ride over that I had the chance to reflect on my relationship with Claire. It was almost as though my mind was forcing me to ruminate. It had known something I didn’t. Of course, I hadn’t realized it at the moment but perhaps it was an omen. I mean, it just sounds too coincidental, right? Makes me think of all the skipped classes, all the dinner and movie dates, all the small mundane fights we resolved within a matter of minutes because we realized how stupid they were. I thought of us getting Saint as a pup and how happy Claire was to finally have a pet after a childhood without one. I remembered meeting her parents, and how much I thought they hated me at first, only to realize they were the kindest people in my life – aside from Claire that is.

We arrived. It was hot. Really hot. So we took no time changing into our gear with the anticipation of dipping in as soon as possible. And so we did. We held hands and slipped into that cool, familiar feel of water. No. No. No, that’s not right. It wasn’t that at all, it felt more like wading through a sludge, like we had just dunked ourselves into a tank of syrup. It didn’t feel right at all. Claire didn’t seem to notice it but I did. I should’ve brought her to the surface to say something, but that look in her eyes. The beautiful green eyes that spoke with determination. So I let her be happy. I brushed off the feeling, but then I looked down. It went further and further, deeper and deeper. This wasn’t right. We were just off the coast, right? It shouldn’t have been possible – why was the water so… green? Were there supposed to be fish or anything else alive here? I could see the shoreline just fine and the mangroves up ahead. Was this right? Was I imagining things? Are… are those bodies? I think I chalked it up to pareidolia at the moment, but now I’m not too sure. My breathing picked up but I knew this was not the time nor place for a panic attack. I looked back up at Claire and remembered the times she helped me control my breathing. So I did. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out. The breathing helped, but I still felt dizzy. Everything was telling me to go back up. To grab my future wife and call it a day. We’ve seen enough right? I wouldn’t have to explain myself. I wanted to vomit. I hate myself for not trusting that feeling. 

We got closer to the mangroves. I wanted to say it was beautiful, but it was so unsettling. How they wrapped and contorted made them seem like bodies trapped underneath the water, doomed to an eternity of drowning and staring either down into an endless abyss, or up onto a surface they could never reach. It was only then I realized what lay ahead of these… corpses. There was more ocean. More of that murky green sludge that held my life partner and I trapped. How had Claire not noticed? Or perhaps she did, and being the most curious person I knew, she was intrigued. I was not. I wanted to get the hell out, but I wasn’t sure how. I had made my decision. I was gonna grab her and leave, but then I looked up. The surface was much, much further away than it should have been. We were only going to be a few feet from the surface right? Why was it so far away? I could begin to feel the pressure of deep water popping my ears, clenching my body. My heart pounded as though it was gripped by the unknown force of the sea. My lungs were being crushed by the weight of… the weight of what? Water? It all seemed so ridiculous to me, but it was no time to question the laws of something that was actively breaking them. I looked at Claire. She had gotten closer to the mangroves, at which point I – we, I’m certain of – heard what sounded like screams. No, that wasn’t right. It was gurgling, and it felt as though it was coming from all around us. I heard the screams of these drowning people trapped beneath the water like Claire and me. I wanted to join them. I wanted to scream and let the water – sludge, whatever – force its way into my body so that I could become one with it. I felt like I was going to die, I wish I did. I went to empty the water from my mask as we learned to in training, and as I put them back on, Claire had become entangled, no, embedded within the mangrove. She was becoming one of them, a corpse, a drowned. I swam to her, panicked and as quickly as my body could whilst being crushed by the progressively increasing pressure of the deep. I swam and I swam and I swam and I swam, but the corpses carried her further away. No, it wasn’t the corpses, it was the ocean that took her. I screamed, the water began filling my lungs, and Claire. I watched her. The abyss swallowed her whole. I don’t think she reached back out to me. She accepted the cold dark as much as she accepted the ring on her finger. 

I was found a day later, washed up ashore miles away from where I thought the mangrove was. Claire was reported missing, and for a while I was suspected for murder. Fortunately, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence. I wish they had taken me though. I wish I could suffer for letting her die. I mean, she is dead right? Her parents offered their support, but I knew they knew. I knew they knew I killed their daughter. I haven’t talked to them since her funeral. Of course no body was found. I didn’t bother trying to explain what happened. Told authorities that we were inexperienced, amateur divers, and that seemed to be enough for them. I hated having to lie, but what was I to do? Now that I think of it, it’s so fucking useless of me. I let her die and now I lied about it? I’m a pathetic mess of a human being. Claire would… she would’ve handled this so much better were it me that drowned and not her. I wish I drowned. I wish I was the one to die. I wish Claire was still alive and I wish that it was I who was eaten by the deep. I still have Saint, though he got along better with Claire. And, after all this time, I didn’t realize how empty a bed could be. 

END TRANSCRIPT

[nerdyvocals]

Final round of episode quotes as @look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I finished our final watch party. Once again, the cast and crew are in the house, so @saveourpinks, please enjoy. (You can find previous posts with more unhinged quotes here and here)

Honorable mention from before we actually started, them waking their husband up with: wake up, it's time for me to see gay shit

Second honorable mention, a conversation had while I struggled with my audio: Them: I tried to show [Husband] Merely Players last night but he was too tired Me: I can't believe your husband is homophobic Them: I AGREE Husband, distantly: I don't deserve this!

(about Buddy) God his shoulders, he's built like a Dorito

(this is specifically in reference to episode 8 but honestly, this was said multiple times throughout our watching) Me: WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS HAVE TO DO WITH COMMUNISM??? Them: It's the 50s! If it ain't American, it's communist!

Me: I love that Buddy's dad's name is Dick Them: It was a choice

(In reference to Blandiels) He makes me SO uncomfortable. Like I know that that's the point but he's so slimy-NO NO STOP, STOP KISSING HER, FUCK-!

(roughly three minutes of us screaming over Lydia's Woman Scorned (tm) dress, followed by another three minutes of us laughing at the faces everyone was making when I pause the video)

(about Susan's mom) Me: Heinous fucking bitch Them: What. A raging. CUNT.

(after we both spent a Hot Minute thirsting over Cynthia dancing on the car) Them: I talk a big game but if I was within five feet of this person, I would be just staring and stammering Husband, distantly: We know honey Them: SHUT UP

(both of us wheezing over CGI!Richie)

Cops: *show up* Us: *John Mulaney voice* SCATTER

Them: NOT THE LINE I'VE LOST THE ONE I LOVE THE MOST AS SHE PICKS UP OLIVIA'S JACKET Me: They are simply In Love

Them: He's gonna do something stupid, I can feel it. Me: You don't know the half of it! Them: He's gonna propose to a teenager! (okay maybe they do know the half of it, fuckin' prophet)

Me: *reading off episode titles as it starts storming where I am* And this one is called You're Dropping Out of Rydell- thank you dramatic thunder???

(honorable mention, me being unable to tell what was real thunder and what was from the episode)

Them: I'm not emotionally ready for this Me: Me neither and I've seen it like eight times already

Nancy: *dramatic exit* Them: She's so dramatic and I respect her and only her

Me: I love you singing along to a theme song with no lyrics Them: Sometimes I just gotta make funky little noises!

(About Nicholson) I am going to break that man's ball sack with a driver.

Them: It's giving pouty little bitch Me: Which one? (referring to Buddy and his dad) Them: Yes

Cynthia: *walks in in Richie's Jacket* Me: Hello my name is Single and Gay Them: I am not single but I am gay and I think... I don't think, I have no thoughts, head empty

(About McGee, then the scene transitions to Daniels) Them: The only adult in this school I respect- I AM GOING TO KILL HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS! Me, wheezing: What about your human hands? Them: THOSE TOO

(said in the most disgusted voice I've ever heard) Of course he likes Walt Whitman

Them: [Husband], I'm killing the pedophile, wanna help? Husband: Let's be honest, do you really need my help? Them: Someone's gotta drive the car.

Them: "Feelings central?" I bet you were feeling sensual when you were making out with Olivia-LYDIA on your couch earlier Me: ...You good there? Them: The names are too close

(Face to Face begins) Ah, dramatic acapella is my gender

Me: Once again, love how much you hate Buddy Them: He's had so many chances to earn my respect and he has done nothing!

Guardian Demon: *appears* Them: What. The fuck. Is happening? Me: BEAUTY SCHOOL DROPOUT BABEY

(@ Buddy) Them: He's not a total ding-dong. Just like 80% Me: He did just thank her (Susan) for having sex with him Them: ...85%

(About the Red Sox analogy) Cynthia giving me Gender Euphoria with one sentence

Nancy: *talking about love stories, mentions Shy Guy* Both of us: *Cackling at the full-body never mind Cynthia does*

Nancy: Tell anyone of my vulnerable nature and I will deny it until the day I die! Them: FUCKING MOOD like I know I was literally also just crying but we're gonna move past that, I'm a bad bitch again

Me: Finale time! Any thought or predictions before we get started? Them: Leonard gets arrested and as he's being taken away, he gets hit by a semi truck- Me: What is this, Mean Girls??? Them: Yes! McGee punches the principal in the face and defeats him in blood combat and cements her place as principal- Me: *slowly dissolving into horrified laughter* Them: Cynthia gets to kiss Lydia again, which is all I really need to be happy, and terrifying CGI Richie comes back and does the Macarena! Me: *can't start the episode for five minutes because I'm laughing too hard*

(Ten seconds in) PAUSE THIS I HAVE BEEF THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY OF GETTING MARRIED THAT QUICKLY IN A CATHOLIC CHURCH

(after rant) Me: Yeah but the tensions wouldn't be as high if they had six months to stop the wedding! Them: ...there are two wolves inside of me, one says valid, and one is formerly Catholic and Upsetti

Me: I want a shirt that says "I have two wolves inside of me, one of them is Catholic" and nothing else Them: *WHEEZE*

Cynthia: He's just. Some guy. Both of us, in sync: HIT HIM WITH YOUR CAR

"Old Soul" is groomer for "Fuckable"

(@ Gil climbing in through the window) Me: On the one hand, I'd fold, on the other? Terrifying! Them: YES! Me: Although I guess if I had the rapport with someone that they have?? Maybe?? Like good in media, bad in real life. Them: Gil? Yes, absolutely. Edward Cullen? Fuck no! The two genres of climbing through my window

(after the drag race) YET ANOTHER THING BUDDY DID NOT EARN

Me: Hey, do you have tissues? Them (afraid): ...should I get some??? Me: Maybe Them: I don't think I have any in the house??? Me: Ah! You're fucked!

*ten minute interlude of us crying over the Coming Out Scene, discussing what it means to both of us, and how furious we are of future generations not getting to see the best queer rep of our lifetimes if this show doesn't get saved. On that note, sign the petition if you haven't already.*

THEY STARTED BY STEALING A CAR THEY WILL SAVE THE FRIENDSHIP BY STEALING A CAR

Oh someone please hit hi- YESSSSS!!!

(at the start of All In) Me: She (Cynthia) is going to cry Them: I'm going to cry Me: I'm already crying

Me: Lydia is stronger than I am I would already be on my knees. (note I use a cane and sometimes a wheelchair, if I am on my knees I Will Not be Getting Up)

Me: Hopelessly Devoted walked so this song could fucking run Them: I WAS ABOUT TO SAY THE SAME THING

Pink Ladies: *Offer Hazel a jacket* Them: *aggressively close to the mic* That sounds very gay I'm in

Them: I cannot take my eyes off Jane. Like they are all very beautiful right now but there's something about her- Me: It's the bisexual energy Them: ...Dammit, you're right

Rizzo: We'll start our own gang! Them: With blackjack and hookers!

(Introduction of Frankie Zuko) Them: I'm sorry, HUH???

(As credits roll) Me: So, how we feelin'? Them: Normal, I am so normal, I am feeling so fucking normal about this. Me: Thoughts? Them: *incoherent screaming*

We had some much fun doing these, we decided to keep a quotes list for more movie nights. Next up, Julie and the Phantoms!

[ladykailitha]

Here we go! The scene that started it all. The reason for the fic. Yes, the story is based on the song “Low Key in Love” by The Struts ft. Paris Jackson, but this was the scene that kept replying in my head until I wrote it. Also, you’ll need tissues. I cry every time I read this, sooo...

***

Let it not be said that that Alexander Harrington, known to his friends as Xander, didn’t know how to throw a party. When The Kings got signed his son’s senior year of high school, he threw the biggest bash the town had ever seen.

He had to invite everyone, of course. Though if he had had his way only the best people would have been able to come. But as he looked around his home satisfied, he figured it was a good thing to let the lowly masses see for once how the other half lived. Let them seethe in their jealousy and envy.

Steve on the other hand was miserable. He hated it. He hated Tommy. He hated Billy. And fuck it, let’s throw hating Jonathan in there as a treat. Because seriously what. The. Honest. Fuck? Where had he been hiding all that talent? Under a fucking rock? It wasn’t fair. Jonathan was naturally talented where Steve had to work so hard to get the moves right. Something Billy was always sure to mock.

He was sitting in his living room watching everyone have fun without him. People had long since stopped congratulating him on his record deal hours ago. Steve vaguely wondered where his father was. Probably smoozing with Tommy’s dad. Steve scoffed. He knew Alexander Harrington wouldn’t be deigning to talk to Joyce Byers or Neil Hargrove. One was working poor, the other was straight up trailer trash.

He could see Joyce talking to Jonathan in the corner of the room, rubbing his back and muttering comforting promises. Steve didn’t even think his mother had even stayed past greeting the parents of her son’s band before fucking off to get drunk off her ass in some fancy hotel bar. Portia Harrington did not mingle.

Steve got up and wandered in the direction of his room. Well, he tried to wander, but it was more like a beeline because no one even questioned his path or stopped him to say hello. In his own fucking house. Yeah. He was done.

He opened the door to his room and was shocked to see someone was already in it. The other boy had long brown, curly hair and deep soulful eyes. Steve gulped. He had never thought about how attractive boys could be until that moment.

Maybe there had been some fleeting crushes and even more fleeting glances at boys in the shower room or hot actors. But until this moment with this boy, Steve never really thought too deeply about it. He sure the hell was now, though.

“Hey!” the other boy said, whirling around to face him. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!”

Steve could smell the alcohol from here, but he wasn’t sure if it was that the boy had been drinking or if it was coming from the shirt the boy held in one of his hands. But now that he could see the boy’s face he knew exactly who it was.

“Munson, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Steve spit out before his brain could catch up to his mouth.

Eddie blushed. His cheeks were already rosy with the alcohol but they burned red in embarrassment. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

Steve raised his eyebrow.

“Some asshole spilled drink on my favorite Dio shirt and I was trying to find a way to clean it,” Eddie said with a winsome grin, he held up the shirt to show him. Then he tried to take a step closer but tripped stumbling straight into Steve’s arms. “Did anyone tell you you have really pretty eyes?”

It was Steve’s turn to blush as he held Eddie up. “No. If anyone compliments me, it’s usually the hair.” He paused and cocked his head thoughtfully. “Or the ass.”

Eddie hummed appreciatively. “Both are pretty amazing,” he agreed, standing up enough to put one hand in Steve’s hair and the other on his ass.

Steve’s stomach swooped.

“You like that, pretty boy?” Eddie asked, pulling Steve closer.  

He nodded and Eddie leaned forward to kiss him. Steve had been kissed and had kissed several girls up to this point, but this? This was on a whole other continent. It felt good.

Steve’s hands immediately went for Eddie’s hair, having been wanting to know what it felt like for years. And it was softer and silkier than he could have imagined.

Eddie broke off their kiss and Steve whined his loss. “Who knew Stevie boy liked the boys.”

Steve pressed forward and recaptured Eddie’s lips. Their hands immediately went for each other’s clothes, grasping and tugging as they tried to get at skin. They tumbled toward the bed as they scrambled to get Steve’s shirt and their pants off.

They land on the bed with a thump and a giggle. Steve’s shirt had gone and Eddie’s pants were unbuttoned.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Steve breathed, straddling over Eddie’s hips.

Eddie grinned, reaching up for him. “Then come get me, big boy.”

Steve leaned down to kiss him again, just then the door slammed opened and Steve’s dad stood at the door. There was no mistaking Eddie for attacking Steve, not with Steve on top. It was very clear that both boys were very into what was happening too.

Mr Harrington pulled Steve off of Eddie throwing him to the ground. He wasn’t a beefy guy, but Xander Harrington boxed to keep in shape. Tossing a surprised Steve took very little effort on his part. He grabbed Eddie and hauled the drunk young man out the back door. He tossed him onto the cold hard pavement around the swimming pool.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Mr Harrington sneered. “And if I see you back here before we leave for LA, just know I’ve got a shotgun and the best lawyers in the state.”

Steve who had been following close behind, rushed to Eddie’s side. He looked around for help, but of the few people milling about by the pool, none of them were paying this little drama any mind.

“And no son of mine will be a queer, do you understand?” Mr Harrington roared.

Steve tried to help Eddie to his feet, but Eddie kept shrugging him off.

“Eddie!” Steve murmured. “Just...please!”

Eddie looked over at Steve as if seeing him for the first time. He could tell that Steve hadn’t planned any of this. That Steve was just as distressed as he was about Xander Harrington’s rage. He let Steve help him to his feet and whispered. “Run away with me. Come find me tomorrow at the park behind the community pool.”

Steve nodded, a small, barely there movement. But it was enough. Eddie staggered away from the party, head pounding louder than his heart.

*

Steve showed up at the park picnic table, backpack slung over his shoulder, Eddie’s shirt in his hand. He managed to get it cleaned and dried so he could return it.

Eddie was already there nursing a hangover of epic proportions. He had dark circles under his eyes like bruises and red, puffy eyes. He whirled around to see Steve standing awkwardly at the edge of the trees.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie snarled from the pain in his head.

Steve hesitated a bit before lurching forward with the shirt. “Um...you left this at my place last night. You said it was your favorite so I wanted to get it back to you.”

“So that’s where it went,” Eddie said, taking it from Steve gingerly, unsure were this bout of kindness was coming from.

“You don’t remember leaving it last night?” Steve asked, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie sneered. “I drank so much last night I couldn’t even remember my own name this morning.”

Steve lips quiver. “You don’t remember any of it?”

Eddie snapped his fingers. “Wait I do remember being thrown out for kissing a guy. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?”

Steve gulped taking a step back. “No! Of course not.”

Eddie eyed him warily. He could tell Steve was lying. But it was a strange kind of reaction. Like Steve was just as terrified of him, as Eddie was of Steve. That couldn’t be right.

“Whatever, man,” Eddie sneered. “Just go.”

Steve took a step toward him and Eddie leveled him with a glare. Steve stopped in his tracks, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You really don’t remember any of it?” he whispered.

“Not a god damned thing,” Eddie bit out. He was starting to worry that he had seen something he shouldn’t have or done something he shouldn’t have. Because Steve was really starting to freak out.

There was a snap of a twig beyond the tree line and Steve startled like a wounded animal. He turned around and ran the opposite direction of the noise and Eddie tilted his head.

What on earth had that been about?

Jeff came out of the trees with McDonald’s and hot coffee. “Best hangover cure there ever was.”

Eddie nodded and took his food from his friend. Jeff spotted the shirt next to him.

“Oh hey, man, you found it!” he said excitedly.

Eddie just nodded and munched quietly on his food. And as he ate, his head felt better but there was a great big black void where his memories of last night were concerned.

Over the next couple of days he kept expecting Harrington to come back, but the boy remained absent. He didn’t even know why he was waiting. Or what he was waiting for. But he felt it like a hole in his chest.

The next time he saw Steve Harrington in person was when he was introducing himself to the band at the sound check ten years later at the Love Loud concert as if they were total strangers. Just further proof the Munson Doctrine is never wrong.

***

I’m tagging everyone from the Star Child main list

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[jrooc]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you @deedala for putting it together this week! and thanks for the tags @juliakayyy @creepkinginc @mybrainismelted @michellemisfit

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Name: Jess (or J-rock as I randomly pronounce my own handle in my head like a weirdo)

Age: A little over a Nosho and a half (jumping on this train!)

Location: A cold winter tundra in which I'm afraid to go outdoors

we're going on a trip!! Thank fuck.

📍where are we going? Barbados

📍whats the weather like there right now? Hot and delightful

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Over-packer. The last minute editing is real so I don't have to check a bag. 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? Flying Neeeooowww 🛫

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? Early morning. Sleep is for the weak, let's get to the beach. (I'm basically the spawn of satan before 9am so sorry if you're travelling with me lol)

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? I'm late so something for driving fast? Kendrick Lamar maybe. Or Greta Van Fleet.

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Starbs as the kids say (do they?). I like the egg bites.

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? Late. I've never been on-time to an airport in my Nosho-and-half-years. I travel a decent amount so I've gotten real lazy. I show up and basically walk on the plane.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? Window!

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? A long period of time where no one will interrupt my reading? Hello Fanfic.

📍what are you reading/watching? So much fanfic. Although I once had to stop reading a Porn Star AU for fear of the people behind me looking at my kindle.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? Wireless

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? I miss being young and being able to sleep on planes. My long legs don't fit.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  Yes.

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? Pour me a cocktail and let me wander around the hotel. I always like to put my feet in the ocean.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! Aforementioned cocktail and deep breaths of ocean air.

Also here's this cute picrew! It's sorta-accurate. The leather jacket and red lip certainly is.

Also I'm gonna tag you below - but as we recently chatting about in the fanfic discord. If I missed you, I didn't mean to! I love you all my mutuals. Consider yourself tagged if you see this. And if you don't want to participate you can unsubscribe at *fax dial-up sounds*.

Or I'm just waving hello! @ian-galagher @deathclassic @redwiccanrobin @mmmichyyy @stocious @skylerwinchester @mickeysgaymom @sgtmickeyslaughter @energievie @darlingian @thepupperino @skies-below @callivich @gallavichgeek @too-schoolforcool @guessiliedinthehook @cynfinsaa @bawlbrayker @rayrayor @ms-moonlight-inn @jessieoneday @crestfallercanyon @heymrspatel @such-a-barbarian @suchagallabitch @sluttygallavich

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Phoenixeclipse JTTW/LMK Fanfic

Chapter 8 - The King's Freedom

Guan Yin's gaze traveled to the monkies before looking between Tripitaka and Phoenix. When her gaze landed on the mountain spirit she frowned. Phoenix knew why, she wasn’t supposed to be here at all. She knew that and wasn’t bothered by the look she was being given.

“Guan Yin, such a pleasure to meet you,” she spoke respectfully as she gave a low bow, her braided hair falling over her shoulder as she did so.

“And you are?” She wasn’t surprised by the lack of knowledge; in fact she would be more surprised if she did know who she was.

“Phoenix, my name is Phoenix. I am but a mountain spirit your grace,” she didn’t stand up from her bow. In the back of her mind, she worried that she would be recognized but then she calmed herself with the thought that she had never met Guan Yin.

“Hey! Are you going to let us out or what?” Monkey King howled as he started struggling against the stone that imprisoned him.

Guan Yin responded by giving the impatient monkey a stern look, he couldn’t sit still for a minute, but she didn’t look surprised. Phoenix watched the goddess carefully as she took a step back and out of the way. This really wasn’t her business, none of this was she should probably just leave if she was being honest with herself. But when she looked at the monk again she sighed and knew that she wouldn’t do that.

“Yes, I am here to free the two of you. In return for your freedom, you will both go on a journey to collect the Tripitaka scrolls from the Buddha himself as assistants to the Monk here,” Guan Yin finally spoke after a long moment of silence her voice both stern and carefully crafted.

“Of course, we will gladly help if you can get us out of the fucking rock!” Wukong growled as he started trying to wiggle again, which he should have known was useless after being stuck down here for so long.

“Tripitaka, would you please put these on their heads?” Guan Yin turned her attention to her to Tang Sanzang as she held up two golden circlets.

“What are they for?” He asked with a confused expression.

Phoenix narrowed her eyes at what looked to be enchanted circlets, something wasn’t right with them. They had a strong aura of magic, since they were from the goddess she would have assumed them to be blessed if not for the sinking feeling she got in her gut. She shouldn’t say anything, this wasn’t her business.

“They are for your disciples of course, a way to stop them from getting into trouble is all. It’s a symbol to show that they are learning from you,” she explained calmly.

“I see,” he mumbled as he picked up the two circlets.

Phoenix watched both Monkeys tense for a moment before snapping their teeth. She stood back releasing the shield that no one could see so that Tripitaka could get to them. He raised them up and pulled his hands back as Macaque snapped at his fingers.

“We will not release you unless you accept these gifts,” Guan Yin’s voice was soft and calm as she gave a stern look to the two.

“Oh? What’s so special about these ‘gifts' that you can’t just release us without them?” Macaque asked tilting his head a bit.

“They are a symbol that shows us you are agreeing to not harm the Monk and transport him west,” she explained leaving out the rest of the details the circlets entail.

“Fine,” they mumbled in annoyance, Tripitaka was hesitant but set the circlets on their heads regardless before he took a step back.

A moment of silence passed and then another. Guan Yin looked to be gaging their reactions. Macaque looked at the group in front of him with a frown right before Wukong shouted. “Hey! You said you’d free us!!”

“We are aiming to free you, now come along. We should get a safe distance before we release them,” Guan Yin said as she led Tripitaka and Phoenix out of the cave.

“What! Hey don’t just leave!!” Wukong shouted angrily.

Phoenix merely followed Tripitaka's lead, she still had many doubts about this plan but ultimately decided to follow through with it. As they traveled down the path that they had originally gone up the hill from she reactivated the shield. She had a sinking feeling about this but there wasn’t anything she could do against a goddess. With a breath she stuck to Tripitaka's side.

Looking up at Guan Yin she let an ever so slight frown cover her face. She could hear Sun Wukong still shouting at them to come back and free them. They were going to free them weren’t they? How are they going to…

The moment they arrived at the gate that Tripitaka had originally opened her question was answered. A small spirit flew over to Guan Yin holding a seal in its hand and handed it over to her. It was as if they just realized the seal was gone a powerful pulse of energy filled the air as the mountain suddenly cracked. Phoenix whipped her head around to see the mountain shatter debris and dirt flying through the air. She let out a sigh when her shield was hit by a large piece of debris.

Guan Yin looked at the shield that surrounded them curiously as she glance at Phoenix. She didn’t say anything but instead looked at the shadows and light that flickered through the air like lightning. A bolt of light came straight for them and slammed against the shield, they all knew who it was… Sun Wukong was free.

The smoke cleared to reveal the Monkey who had punched the shield to no avail at breaking it. A shocked look covered his face before it was replaced with fury as he punched it again and again. Guan Yin head a surprisingly calm expression while Tripitaka let out a shout of fear with each attack. With narrowed eyes Phoenix muttered “backlash” and the next strike caused the Monkey to be thrown back with his own power.

“What the hell is this shit!?” He shouted a Shadow pooling at his feet before swirling around the shield unable to get into it.

“Helping on a journey and attacking the Monk you’re supposed to help are two different things,” Phoenix rolled her eyes under her mask with an annoyed expression.

Another attack hit the shield this one seemed to be testing the strength. Irritation pricked at Phoenix’s head as she let out a low threatening growl. Her eyes glanced to the moving shadow, she had never witnessed their power up close or even seen it first hand but she could tell exactly what they were doing. Sun Wukong was doing a blatant attack and if her shield had been weaker it wouldn’t be able to stand a chance against him. The Six Eared Macaque on the other hand was circling them waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Help a Monk? We are the Kings of Flower Fruit Mountain, we have no reason to help some human,” Sun Wukong growled as if the word personally offended him, she honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it did.

“We freed you! Why would you-” Tripitaka’s words were silenced when the Monkey King threw another punch at the shield.

“Enough,” Guan Yin shouted but the only response was a cold hearted, wild and feral laugh.

Not getting the response she desired she summoned a scroll handing it to Tripitaka. He took it with shaking hands clearly afraid of the overpowered demon. When yet another strike failed, Sun Wukong let out a holler of anger before he lunged at the shield being easily thrown back.

Phoenix growled wanting to know what to do. Her shield could remain intact and undamaged for as long as they needed but that wouldn’t actually stop the Monkey Demons, no it was only a defense not an attack. She looked over her shoulder to see Tripitaka start mumbling something on a scroll. Reading at a time like this?

“Get out of our way girly, we’ll spare you if you drop the shield,” Macaque’s voice echoed through the forest that surrounded them, and Phoenix’s eyes flashed angrily.

She didn’t trust them, she didn’t trust any of this. She should have trusted her gut, she should have thought this through. But it was too late to change course now, her eyes flickered back to Tripitaka again.

Notes:

P! Wukong : Freedom! Author : Why are you attacking them!? P! Macaque : My beloved wants immortality, immortality is what he shall get Author : But you two are already Immortal! P! Wukong : Details, details.

Chapter 9 - The Circlets

[gamergirl-06]

Bruno x Pregnant FTM ! Reader

Here is Bruno’s one, I recommend reading the Ryan one if you haven’t already (you don’t have to) and again warning that this contains Transmasc! Pregnancy (which is like I said on my other story )happens then most people think. And again if something is wrong with the story or info is a bit off, please let me know so I can fix it

Thanks for reading

Requested by @hyunjinbiased-blog

Fuck. That’s all you could think right now. How did you let this happen, you were very careful about this happening.

You threw your hands in your hair in frustration as you paced the bathroom floor.

Emma came in after hearing your frustrated shouts and offered some comfort.

“Hey what’s wrong?” She asked softly

“I’m Pregnant” you said tears falling down your face as you show her the test

She gasped at your words, she was shocked, and that was to be expected but then she pulled you into a hug which took you aback a bit. Nonetheless you hug back, in need of some support.

“What am I going to do Em?” You sob “what am I going to tell Bruno?”

She rubs your back and replies “I’m going to honest with you, I think you should tell him, I get that it may be nerve wracking knowing what he might say but don’t think about that and just say it. Haven’t you talked about having a family?”

You nod “well yes we have, we said sometime in future”

She lets go of you and smiles “see, you guys want a family, that’s the good thing isn’t it?”

You sniff as you wipe away a tear “yeah I guess”

She patted both of your arms “yep, just take my advice, and even if he distanced himself from you, you always have me here, and I’ll smack him upside the head”

This caused you to giggle. You could just picture it as Emma dances him for being an asshat and him cursing in Spanish about how it hurt.

“Thanks em I appreciate you” you smile as you finish laughing.

“It’s all good, now how about we sit and watch some movie and eat something? You get to choose the movie”

“YESSSS”

You both head downstairs and Emma grabs the food while you find a movie you want and get it set up. When Emma walks back in with the food you both sit on the couch and start watching the movie.

Some time passed and the movie was over when Bruno walked in.

“Movie? Without me!!!” He said mock hurt

“You were just too slow” you laughed as he came over and pecked your lips.

Emma laughed as she went and put the dishes in the sink. You sigh as you get up and decide to go stand up on the balcony in your room.

You trudge up the stairs into your room and open the balcony door as you look out into the quiet street and up at the beautiful sunset.

A arm wrapped around your waist and a kiss was planted on your temple.

“What’s wrong mi amor?” Bruno asked

“Nothing, just tired” you said

It was a half truth, you were tired but you weren’t telling him the other half of it. You felt guilty but you were going to tell him soon enough.

“ I think we should get some sleep, we got a long way to get to Dr Reed and the horde won’t slow down for us” he said

With a yawn he leads you to bed and you both snuggle up and sleep soon overtakes you into dream land.

~Timeskip~

You had just made it to the Serling Hotel and to the safe room and you were currently resting on one of the couches while Bruno was with the doc discussing important matters.

Your Room was very nice, some would even say luxurious, it was a bit better then your room back at Emma’s.

You were thinking about the baby and breaking the news to Bruno, he had a right to know .

Bruno entered the room and smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Hello my love” he said as he rocked you both back and forth, like a slow dance.

“Hey” you reply almost a whisper.

“You ok?” He asks.

“Yeah..look I have to tell you something” you say

He pulls back and look you dead in the eye “what is it cariño”

“Bruno..I-I’m-“ you get cut of when a voice called Bruno’s name. It was Reed.

“Hey was just coming to check in on things were, always good to look out for each other” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah we are good” Bruno said “I was about to head out and get a few things, people here telling me they are running low on things that they need”

“Oh ok, but do be careful, it’s getting dark out and those things out there will become more active then they are during the day”

“Will do”

Reed shoots you a smile before leaving you two alone in silence.

“Sorry hon, I need to go get some supplies but you can tell me as soon as I get back ok” he said

“Oh ok” you said as you go and lay down on the bed and roll o to your side.

Bruno have you a look of guilt, he felt bad because you seemed like you really wanted to tell him what it was.

He left without another word and you lay in complete silence. Why did you have to be interrupted like that?Can’t he just know already? You start to sob and hiccup as the burden weighed on you.

Tisha was walking past your room when she heard your sobs. She frowned as she stopped in your doorway just observing you not knowing weather to take action or not.

She psyched herself to do so before strolling in and hands behind her back as she slowly made her way to you.

“Hey”

This startled you as you shot up and put your hands up in defense. Tisha did the same.

“Woah, hey I’m not going to hurt you. Are you ok? I heard you crying” she said concerned.

“I guess so” you reply wiping the tears on your cheeks.

She then got a very sad look on her face as she stepped closer to you.

“No your not, do you want to tell me what’s bothering you? You don’t have to if you don’t want to” she told you

“No it’s ok…I-I’m pregnant” you say and she goes silent.

The room was filled with nothing as she stood there processing what you said making sure she heard you right.

“I know it may seem a little weird to you but-“ you are cut off

“No I know what’s happening, it’s alright I’m not judging, I’ve heard about it before, it’s nothing new to me” she said.

You give a light laugh “yeah that’s true”

She smiles and laughs a little too before saying “so..have you told your boyfriend yet or…”

You shake your head “no I haven’t I was going to tell him but he left to do a run”

“Well, I’m sure your going to be alright, just hang in there, I think you will know were to find me if you need to talk” she made her way out.

“Yeah, thanks Tisha” you say

“Don’t sweat it” were her last words to you as she exited the room presumably to go find her dad.

After a while Bruno came back with supplies, went to each individual person to give them there things and then back to you.

He was surprised to see you, standing in the middle of the room your arms crossed.

“Ah no did I do something I wasn’t supposed to?” He said

You chuckle “no I just have some news”

“Oh is this what you were going to tell me earlier but you never got to?”

“Yes”

He makes his way over to you and grabs your hands kissing them one by one.

“Now tell me”

“You might want to sit down”

“Why would I need to sit down?”

Then you ripped the Bandage off “I’m pregnant”

Bruno froze like a statue and then he fell onto the floor with a thud.

Did he really just…

“oh my fucking god ” you said

“Hey Reed I need you in my room now, Bruno just fainted”

You have never seen an older person Run so fast as the doc helped you place him in the bed and checked his vitals and gave you an all clear.

He asked you what caused it which is when you explained your situation. He was very understanding of that and knew if it. Like Tisha he told you you could find him if you wanted and left you to your own.

Bruno awoke ages later and looked at you “you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah”

He picked you up and spun you around and kissed you on the lips and he held you close.

“I love you so much love, can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you”

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #320

ʙʙꜱ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ & ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ: [ 10 ]

VANOSSGAMING

Oh my God, I almost died, you fuck.

Please don’t die.

No, don’t die, don’t die!

Is he dead, did he die?

He died!

Alright, off to a terrible start.

Looking for a shipwreck, looking for a shipwreck~

Okay, we found it, now what?

We gotta kill this fucking guy.

I just teleported.

We gotta find the dungeon, right?

He’s almost dead, he’s almost dead!

I don’t fucking know, just run!

Do we have to kill more?

Hold on, I’m in a tornado.

Close the door!

We’re fine, right?

Am I dead now?

Yeah, it was pretty cool, it was pretty cool, it was like an action movie.

We were winning!

WILDCAT

We should not be allowed to cheat.

Bitch, I got him, I knew it was you.

I'm done with it, I'm just shooting anyone.

I was watching you study that guy.

Don't worry, I insta-avenged you.

I don't know what he is anymore.

That's how my garage is going to look like in a few days.

Oh my gosh, he's so fast.

That looks fun as fuck.

That scared the shit out of me for a second, I thought for sure I was dead.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

Cautiously, let's find our stuff.

This was a fucking mistake.

I mean, I think we need a better strategy.

This one's pretty standard.

Do we need to start drinking?

I got the gold!

Look at our fucking score!

I don't like the way you said that.

Well, I fucking did!

What is knocking me over?

NOGLA

I could’ve actually, if I was funny.

I’m so proud of you!

You stupid fuck!

I didn’t gargle nothing.

Are you going to get me back?

Use the other one now.

It was just really delayed.

You’re never wrong.

Someone could have jumped in and I'm gonna note that down…

Good communication, guys.

H2ODELIRIOUS

What do you mean he flew?

I want to show you what I am.

He’s flying in the sky, how are you flying in the sky?

I was running from nothing, shit.

I still got a chance.

I thought I could jump through that window, that’s what I was trying to do at first.

Get the heck off me.

I’m right above you.

Let’s both get on this.

That’s right, I’m all powerful.

TERRORISER

Somebody take a crucifix and drop it on the floor.

We're gonna die.

Do you hear that noise?

Where the fuck was he?

Was that Slenderman?

Is he using it?

There he is.

Yes, Jesus Christ, do you need someone to hold your dick when you piss?

No, he ran through the salt, I'm gonna die!

Oh, wait, that's you…is that you in the picture?

SMII7Y

What are you getting me to draw right now?

It looks like one of your art pieces.

I haven't paid you a single cent.

Wait, you're on my team?

I can't move cause you're on my goddamn wing!

Oh my God, you hit him so hard!

I didn't throw anything, I just shot you in the head.

I’m looking away.

Alright, nah, you can die.

We just spoke it into existence, didn't we.

BIGPUFFER

Oh no, he's on fire!

I'm going to the boat, bye.

Is this how sailboats work, what is happening?

You spawned right in front of me.

What the fuck, you look dead, that doesn't look comfy.

Why is the couch like this?

I knew it, I fucking knew it, I knew your ass was gonna back out!

This is actually a cry for help.

Come here, let me kiss you.

What the hell am I doing here?

GRIZZY

I got carried away.

That was such a hard brake.

Thank God, it saved me.

I need motherfucking help.

I think our car is almost broken.

I'm gonna break the rock, ready?

Is it just us vs them?

I'm so gonna die.

Yeah, that's crazy.

Do not leave your car.

BLARG

Oh, I'm on fire, look at that.

I tried to shoot you in the face, I hope you understand that.

There looks like there has been a murder, I'm here to investigate.

It'll be fine, just drive, we'll be good.

Trust me.

Don't do that.

Where are we sailing to?

To be honest, I would rather have flew into a tree and died than made it.

What are you doing with a gun?

See you later, boys, I'm going to the ocean.

[lorelodge]

♡ Dean & Crowley

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you... // @shieldretired & @hellceo

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Does turning your crush into a demon and running off for five months count as "asking out"? Let's say yes. Definitely Crowley. But he's a smooth son of a witch. To this day Dean has no idea they were dating.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

Crowley, because even without inhibitions Dean was so deep in the closet that he nearly reached Narnia. The kiss happened during an orgy. Dean was drunk having a good enough time that his immediate reaction wasn't to punch Crowley in the face. Turns out getting kissed by boys is just as nice as getting kissed by girls. Who would have thought.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

They've both given each other nicknames. Dean is Squirrel and Crowley is Boris or, occasionally, Daphne.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

Dean. He is secretly loves to watch cooking shows and will try his hand at recipes when time allows. He usually only brings out the apron and spatula on special occasions but he's a good cook. Dean will make breakfast or dinner for the entire bunker, Crowley included. They have "family meals". Sometimes Rowena joins. It's definitely not awkward at all.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

Dean will swear up and down that he has the superior music tastes with his classic rock and R&B. But somehow Taylor Swift has been blasted through the Impala speakers more than once and it's 100% Crowley's influence. (That said, mun is going to go ahead an interject here and say it's Dean. Classic rock beats Swift every day of the week.)

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

Crowley's mongrel pups Juliette and Charlotte.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Does it count as waking up if you never went to sleep to begin with? If so, Crowley.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

Sam. He also drinks all the coffee like the caffeine addict he is. Occasionally Dean manages to swoop in and steal a cup, but usually he's just stuck drinking beer for breakfast.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

Dean. I said what I said.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

Crowley, because, again, he doesn't need sleep. He does however text Dean at the wildest hours of the night. Dean's sleep schedule is ass, especially when they're working a case so it's not uncommon for him to get a response even if it's 3-4am.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

Crowley reached for Dean's hand once during sex while Dean was still a demon. Demon!Dean's reaction was so scarring that Crowley hasn't initiated anything like that since. Shockingly Dean will, although not usually hand holding. More like small acts of physical contact, often without entirely realizing it.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

Crowley. Mostly because he's a little shit that likes to play chicken with the rest of the bunker finding out. Dean will leave whatever crevice they were making out in and then instead of waiting 15 minutes like he's supposed to Crowley will come out immediately after. It's the worst kept "secret" in the bunker.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

The hellhounds.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

Dean. Neither of them are the poster children for anger management but Dean is definitely the one more likely to get riled up.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

Dean, but then he pretends like it's all Crowley's doing and that he actually doesn't want to be there. He's just 'ugh, gross, a demon. I guess I have no choice but to fuck him so he'll leave me alone.'

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

Crowley asked Dean to be his co-ruler of hell, does that count? Let's say yes.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

I don't actually think Dean has any regrets regarding Crowley, to be honest. Maybe you could say he regrets that Crowley broke out of that bunker and sacrificed himself, but even then that's not completely true. Dean tries not to look back and say "what if" because, well, that ain't about to change anything. If anything he was just pissed at God for not bringing anyone (including Crowley) back.

I would also say that after Crowley was brought back there was a sense of 'okay he's one of us now' by Dean that wasn't completely there before.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

Dean would put Crowley in a full cowboy getup.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

Acts of service & time spent together. Outside of Sam there aren't many people Dean can readily rely on, but Crowley is definitely one of them. For someone who so often carries the world on his shoulders, to know that Crowley will come through (come hell or high water) is a relief. It's why, despite not intending to, Dean began to trust Crowley even if he didn't always trust his intentions or motivations.

[zee-reviews]

Conker's Bad Fur Day (N64)

First time?: Yes.

CBFD has been on my backlog for like ten years and a couple days ago I was like "fuck it. Why not now?"

I knew certain things about the game already, like the blood, poop, and swearing. I also knew how the game ended, though that honestly just made me more interested to play it to see how that came about.

First impressions, I'll be honest, weren't good. The controls took a while to get used to. They weren't as tight as something like Super Mario 64, nor do you have quite as many ways to manipulate your momentum as something like Banjo-Kazooie. It feels weighty and slippery, and fall damage seems to happen at much shorter heights than you'd think. It doesn't help that your main attack, the frying pan, is fairly slow with less range than it looks.

Fortunately, the game isn't really about the platforming so much. There's platforming segments, but really the game feels more like a linear puzzle-adventure that happens to use platforming mechanics simply as your means of navigating around the world. Instead of the progression being locked behind collectibles like some other platformers of the time, I would say Conker is a more story-driven platformer. Events that happen in the game's plot are the main thing that drive progression.

The game's tone and humor are the main selling points of the game, and as the M-rating suggests, there's a lot of toilet humor, black comedy, and swearing. Often, there'd be a joke that felt too mean-spirited to laugh at, or something particularly cruel that you had to do to progress. Also, the gross-out humor got to be a little much (there are TWO whole levels made of poop). At the same time, the dialogue is almost entirely improv, and there were a few moments that I thought were actually funny.

The visuals and soundtrack are both gorgeous. Given that this was one of the latest N64 games, Rare had gotten quite good at making levels look detailed and aesthetically pleasing. And the soundtrack by Robin Beanland is fantastic; the overworld theme is infectious and I was actually taken aback by how beautiful the Uga Buga theme was and how hard Rock Solid goes.

Final thoughts before going into spoilers: I think the game really won me over by the end and I think the last three or four chapters are were the game is at its strongest. It's definitely an interesting game, and I think even if the subject matter doesn't interest you, it's worth experiencing at least once. Fortunately, the game is so story-driven that you could get 90% of the experience from a cutscene compilation on YouTube (95% if you watch a Let's Play).

Spoilers below the cut.

The last three levels are what sold me on the game, and where I feel like the game used its Mature rating to something actually mature.

The Count Batula level is dripping with spooky atmosphere, the zombies are actually genuinely scary to fight (well, at first. Once you get to the point where you don't actually have to kill them and you realize you can always outrun them…).

The War level is also genuinely unsettling, in a very different way. The whole thing is an homage to Saving Private Ryan, but played mostly straight, showing the horrors of war in the context of cute fuzzy animals. The difficulty of this chapter, frustrating as it can be, just helps sell the idea of fighting for your life behind enemy lines. I finished this chapter right before bed and it actually made me uneasy trying to fall asleep. It's going to stick with me, I think.

Side note; I love Rodent so much. He's adorable and I was so happy when he survived.

And also, gotta talk about the downer ending. For all the asinine things that happen in this game, having Conker lose the one person he cares about most, have the opportunity to bring her back, and getting so caught up in a power trip that he forgets to do so and now has to live with his regret for the rest of his life despite getting everything he's ever wanted. I love a good phyrric victory ending and somehow this goofy game about an alcoholic squirrel sells it for me.

To recap: I went into the game not even sure if I wanted to finish it but came out of the experience really liking it. I'm glad I finally decided to play it. I don't know if I'll play it again.

[miss-windsong]

tagged by @alicentsgf yes ma’am 

RULES - List eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

1. Avatar the Last Airbender - this was the first show I ever remember watching in its entirety, and it’s also probably the show that has had the most impact on me. From the way the world, the cultures, and the magic are all entwined, to the purely unapologetic spirituality that runs through the whole thing, and especially the fact that the main character Refuses to compromise his beliefs in the face of the entire world telling him not to - that’s my shit right there. I have this show memorized, episode for episode if not line for line sometimes.

2. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - the first anime I ever watched (besides the pokemon and bakugan episodes I vaguely remember from 8am TV at age 5 or whatever) and boy does this show fuck. It would be good enough if the only thing it was concerned with was the main character’s loss of innocence and quest to find a reason to live (main characters, I think Ed and Alphonse both deserve that title), but it also gives you that delicious well-written political maneuvering through the lens of my boy Roy, who is possibly my favorite character ever based purely on how good his writing is. I could - and will - talk about this show for an unacceptable amount of time, so beware asking me about it.

3. Game of Thrones - I know this show has a lot of baggage surrounding the later... lets say half of its runtime, the first four seasons reminded me why I fell in love with fantasy as a kid. I didn’t watch this show until 2021 (a disgrace that I regret to this day), but between GRRM’s masterful plot and character writing and an incredible amount of dedication to making a fantasy show that looked as good as the images the book conjured (again, for the most part - we don’t talk about Casterly Rock in this house), I couldn’t help myself. This show and the books it comes from have consumed me. I hope I never get out.

4. House of the Dragon - everything I said above, but with better camera work, more gays, more dragons, and sadder (which is fucked up honestly). There’s only one season of this show out as of making this post, but to be honest if it were cancelled tomorrow I’d still feel incredibly lucky for getting to watch it as it premiered. I am so normal about the characters in this story.

5. Hawkeye - I think this is my favorite marvel property. I don’t know why. I’m an MCU enjoyer, and I wasn’t particularly excited about this show when it was announced, but boy was I wrong. Low stakes, good comedy, and Hailee Steinfeld and Florence Pugh are there. Also, shockingly good camerawork and pretty good action considering it feels like an afterthought by Disney. I want more of these characters. Fortunately it’s the MCU, so surely I will get them in more of their toy-selling glory.

6. Arcane - fuck this show. I hate it. It’s too good. Every single one of the 9 episodes of Season 1 (all we have for now) makes me cry every time I watch it. Multi-layered tragedy, lesbians, class war, a frankly illegal soundtrack, and some of the prettiest animation I have ever seen in my life. And it’s all about characters in a world I was already kind of obsessed with. If you haven’t seen this show, please give it a shot. You might hate me for it, because this show is NOT nice to its characters, but you will also fall in love with them. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

7. Neon Genesis Evangelion - I’m including the Rebuild movies in this, because fuck your rules. The 26 original episodes of this show, combined with the End of Evangelion, are an incredible experience that I think everyone should see at least once. When I watched this show for the first time, I only meant to watch a few episodes before bed but ended up staying awake the entire night and watching the whole thing in one sitting. That was emotionally devastating enough (because this is not a particularly happy story), but when I finally got around to watching the Rebuild movies, it felt like someone had pried my brain open and made a movie about what it felt like to be in there. Particularly the fourth movie. I would say on average I cry at least an hour of its 2 and a half hour runtime, every time I watch it, and I’ve seen it easily 5 times by now. This story broke me in the best way possible.

8. She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - gay. Gay gay homosexual gay. If you’ve ever thought “man, I wish scifi didn’t always look like Halo” then you’d like how this show looks. It is absolutely bursting with life and light and energy, in a way I’ve never seen before. And that’s not even talking about the characters inhabiting this absolutely beautiful world. They’re all quirky, unique, and way too god damn easy to get attached to. It’s not as happy-go-lucky as it might sound or appear, but it does a phenomenal job of tackling some pretty intense issues, from parental trauma to grief to reconciling friendships. Also, it’s gay. Did I mention that?

Tagging @cuteinfodumpster, @queenwillowisp 

[sketchy-yy]

Growing up is realising Weilan and Ondina were queer coded

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Research

Finally wrote something again! Sorry it took so long. 

How exactly do you get a dog to lose your scent? Because avoiding your werewolf boyfriend Embry was proving a lot harder than you had anticipated. Last weekend was… eventful. You guys had finally done it. Gone all the way. After 6 months of dating and an imprint bond, you both finally decided you were ready to take that next step. And you’ve only had one thought since that night. 

That shit hurted. 

It was borderline unbearable. The pain was searing. You lied there until Embry was done, faking moans and even faking the Big O, and you were less than eager to do it again. Were you broken? He seemed to enjoy it, so obviously you were to blame. He’d been super clingy and lovey since that night, even more so than usual, and you didn’t have the heart to be around him knowing you had faked it like that. What if he found out? He’d be crushed. What if he wanted to do it again? You couldn’t take that pain another night. What if he faked it too and was going to break up with you the next time he saw you? Yeah, no. Avoidance was the way to go. 

He wanted to take you out to see a movie. You mysteriously came down with a case of allergies in the middle of winter. 

He wanted to pick you up after school and give you a ride home. You had the sudden urge to join a club that was meeting after school that day. 

He called, your phone was on silent. 

He texted, you suddenly became illiterate. 

But he kept trying. God, why was he making this so difficult?! Thoughts like this swirled through your head as you walked the long way home from school. He knew your usual route, so obviously that was out of the question. You took a path through the woods that would eventually spit you out right by the beach where you could sit and think. The forest had always felt like a second home to you. Peaceful, comfortable, private. You walked for some time before hearing twigs snapping in the distance. Probably a rabbit or something. Louder snapping. Bigger sticks. Definitely not a rabbit. You halted, waiting for the creature to pass, when a large gray wolf stalked out of the trees. 

Damn. 

He was wearing the softest, cutest, most “kicked puppy” look on his face that you had ever seen. Head bowed, he walked up to you slowly, whining. So he had noticed your avoidance. You held your hand out to him, petting the thick fur between his ears. He sniffed your hand, giving it a soft lick. 

“Hi,” you whispered. He whined louder at this. “Embry…” you started, before he crouched down, a silent cue for you to get on his back. He waited. 

Guess this was inevitable. And at least him showing up in wolf form gave you some time to think about how exactly you would explain what had happened. With another soft sigh, you climbed up on his back, holding the fur tightly as he trotted off into the trees. After about 5 minutes, you realized that he was taking you to Sam and Emily’s house. You weren’t in the mood to be around the rest of the pack right now. 

“Embry, I’m kind of busy today. I don’t really have time to hang out with the pack.” 

He ignored you, trotting along as if your statement was the buzz of a mosquito in his ear. When you reached the house, however, you quickly realized that no one else was there. They must all be out. It was a Friday afternoon, after all. 

When you reached the lawn, Embry stopped and crouched once more so you could dismount. When you did, he ran off behind the house, walking back out several minutes later as the inky-haired boy you had grown to love. His face was full of sadness, yours full of anxiety. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said. 

You silently followed him down the path that led to the cliffs, waiting for him to say something else. He never did, only kept walking. You struggled to keep up, but were too stubborn in your silence to ask him to slow down. You both finally reached the rocky cliffs jutting out over the frigid ocean. He stopped, staring out at the horizon. You paused next to him, waiting. After another several minutes of silence, you grew impatient. 

“It’s supposed to snow Monday,” you said. 

You waited. Silence. 

“The news said they might even cancel school.” 

A pause. Nothing. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a three day weeken-”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he cut you off, seeming agitated. For as long as you’d known Embry, he was never in a bad mood. Never anything but happy. Maybe sad on a few occasions, but never angry. Never frustrated. And it was making you nervous. 

And now it was your turn to be silent. Yes! You wanted to say. You hurt me! But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He didn’t do it on purpose, so why would you make him feel guilty about something that was your problem and your problem alone? 

“Because, if I’m counting correctly, it’s been 5 days since I’ve so much as heard from you. Barely a text back. Not a call, not a ‘hey! I’m super busy this week.’ Why are you avoiding me? I thought… after last weekend, we should be more in love than ever right?! Did it not mean anything to you?” 

You remained quiet, tears pooling in your eyes. You gave no sign that you were going to respond, so he kept going. 

“Just tell me where your fucking head is at, Y/N. You can’t keep brushing me off like this. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what we did? Am I, like… not ripped enough for you or something?” 

“Embry, no,” you pleaded. You could see the insecurity behind his eyes. You had to tell him what was going on, but you knew it would crush him. “It’s not that at all.” 

He waited. “Then what?” 

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your face. You wiped it away quickly before taking a deep breath. “I have been avoiding you.” You looked up at his face at this, finding tears building up in his own eyes. “I love you, Embry. But last weekend, just… I can’t do that again.” 

He clenched his jaw, looking anywhere but your face and nodded. He was hurt. You definitely could have worded that better. 

“Let me explain,” you pleaded. He wouldn’t look at you still, but didn’t walk away, so you kept going. “I think I might be broken or something, because that… It didn’t feel right.” 

At this, he looked back at your face, switching from hurt to concerned almost immediately. 

“Why would you think you’re broken?” 

Another pause. “I know you would never hurt me on purpose…”

“You were in pain?” he panicked, fresh tears pricking in his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault,” you hurried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? Why would you let me keep going?!” 

“I’m sorry!” you cried, causing him to walk up and embrace you. You sobbed into his chest as he pet your hair, all signs of anger gone. “You were having a good time, and I didn’t wanna ruin it, but it hurt so bad…” 

“Shhhhh,” he cooed as he rocked you from side to side, letting you calm down. “It’s okay.” 

After several minutes, you finally stopped crying. He didn’t falter in his embrace, only left light kisses on your forehead and cheek. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. 

“It’s not your fault,” you replied. 

“Yes, it is. I’m supposed to take care of you. It was my job to make you feel good, and you were hurting that bad and I didn’t even notice.” You sniffled, just enjoying being in his arms. A few more minutes passed as you both calmed down. 

“To be fair, I did take a drama class last semester. I’d say I put on a pretty convincing performance,” you added weakly, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

He huffed a laugh, if for no other reason than to make you feel better. “Had me fooled,” he added. 

You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m sorry for avoiding you.” 

“It’s okay. I just wish you would have told me as soon as it started to hurt that you wanted to stop.” 

“I know. I should have, I just got all in my head about it.” 

“And I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself, and I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” he answered, nervously awaiting your response. 

“I forgive you. And of course I still want to be with you, Embry. I love you. We just need to work on our communication skills a little bit,” you laughed. 

“We do. And I’ll start. I would really love another chance to make you feel good. If you promise to be honest about how you’re feeling, I know I can do a way better job. But I understand completely if you wanna wait a while… or if you never wanna do it again. You’re in charge here.” 

His words had your heart melting. He really did care about you, and you knew that if you had told him in the moment that you were in pain, he would have done anything to get you feeling good. You were always his first priority. 

“I’d be willing to try again, but what we did last time didn’t work. I think we need to think of some new techniques or something,” you mumbled shyly. 

“Tell you what. I’ll do some research, get some stuff, and you can come over tonight… if you want to. And we can maybe try again? And if you get there and aren’t feeling up to it, we can just watch a movie and cuddle. No pressure… I just miss you.” 

You thought for a second. Worst case scenario, you’d cuddle on the couch and eat junk food. You trusted Embry completely, and if you said stop, you knew he would. 

“Okay,” you replied. 

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After a long shower, some fresh makeup, and a cute-yet-comfortable outfit, you were ready to go over to Embry’s. Sure, the nerves were kicking in, but you trusted him when he said he would do some research. When you pulled up, he was already standing in the doorway smiling. You ran out and gave him a giant bear hug (or wolf hug), and he picked you up and carried you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot. 

“I missed you,” he said, face buried in your hair. 

“You saw me like 3 hours ago,” you giggled in response. 

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you all week! Gotta get my Y/N fill or I might die!” 

You laughed loudly, hands threading up into his hair as he sat down on the bed with you seated in his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah, just try not to crowd me,” you cheekily replied. 

He raised an eyebrow before tackling you back onto the bed, tickling you like a maniac and placing playful kisses all over your face and neck. 

“Like this?! Don’t crowd you like this?” 

“Embry stop!” you laughed, trying to suck in a breath between his manic tickles. When he finally stopped, he was lying between your legs, one hand grasping both your wrists above your head, the other propped beside you so as to not crush you. He stared lovingly at your face before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. His grip on your arms loosened, as if to say You can stop me anytime, but you didn’t. You kissed him back, arms staying in place to tell him that you were okay. 

The kisses grew slightly more heated, but Embry kept them gentle. And every time you thought he was about to take things to the next step, he’d just kiss you some more. You were growing slightly impatient, breath labored and blood pumping fast. Your stomach became slightly warm, and every time you leaned up, he’d pull away. 

“You’re being mean,” you whimpered. 

He just looked at you and smirked before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You could feel your blood heat in every part of your body. From your head to your toes, you felt warm and fuzzy, yet desperate for more,,, more touch, more pressure, more Embry. Growing frustrated, you hooked your legs around his waist and tried your best to pull him closer, unintentionally grinding your hips into his. When he brushed up against your core, you let out an involuntary sigh. It actually felt nice. He smiled into the kiss, pulling his lips away from yours and dragging them down to your jaw, and then your neck, suckling and sucking and leaving light red marks that made your head spin. The hand that was holding your wrists came down behind your back and up into your hair, firmly pulling your head back to give him better access to your neck. 

This movement made your entire back arch up into his body. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, lips sucking your skin up into his mouth as he nibbled, before soothing with his tongue. Your toes curled, legs pulling him impossibly closer. When he felt this, he ground his hips down into yours. The combination of his hands, lips, and weight on top of you made you let out a gasp. Your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, pulling his shirt up in an attempt to take it off. He got the hint and sat up to remove it, being away from your body for far too long for your taste. He didn’t lower fully back down, however, instead sliding his warm hands under your shirt and onto your stomach. You sat up, taking your sweatshirt off and throwing it violently across the room. His eyes widened as they looked down at your bare chest in an almost feral fashion. He gripped your thighs, tugging you down the bed with ease, and resuming his position on top of you, hands roaming all over your torso. He cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples softly between his fingers. You shut your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying the sensations. His kisses trailed from your neck and down to your chest, softly. Lovingly. When he reached your nipples, his tongue poked out and licked around each of them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking. His hands continued to caress your back, and he took his sweet time switching from one breast to the other, and back again, until he felt your skin grow almost as hot as his. You were writhing underneath him, panting as your mind tried to comprehend the sensations. And his mouth, God it was so warm. You felt him kiss the undersides of your breasts, and then your stomach, and then lower… 

When he reached the waistband of your leggings, he brought his hands up as if to pull them off of you. He stopped, looking up at you for permission. You gave a lazy nod Yes, and lifted your hips to help him. He pulled your underwear off as well, spreading your legs and almost salivating at the sight of your soaking pussy. Not wanting to waste another second, he once again began placing kisses on your lower stomach, and then down to your hip bones, scraping his teeth lightly against the skin, which had you shuddering. He trailed lower, to where your thighs met your core, and began to suck lightly and the soft skin there. Your clit was throbbing by now, desperate for any sort of attention. You thrust your hips up, desperate for his mouth on the place you needed him, but he only pulled your legs over his shoulders and brought his arms across your stomach to hold you in place. Your hands went to his hair in an effort to control any aspect of this situation, but the boy was strong. He teased and teased and teased, until you thought you might very well crawl out of your own skin if he didn’t properly touch you soon. Embry brought his face right up to your center and licked into your entrance, making your toes curl once more. His hands gripped your hips as he brought you as far onto his tongue as he could, nose not quite brushing where you still needed him. 

“Embry…” you whimpered, about to tell him what you needed. 

“I know, baby. I got you,” he spoke, as he finally brought his warm tongue to lick a firm stripe up to your clit, swirling it around and sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. 

You let out a moan. A real one. Your first real one. And it only encouraged Embry, as he began to suck and lick with a steady rhythm that caused your legs to shake. You felt your stomach start to coil after several minutes of this, hands fisting Embry’s hair even tighter. It felt amazing, but that coil wouldn’t snap. He started to notice you coming down slightly, orgasm fading away, when he brought his index finger into your mouth. You sucked on instinct, before he pulled it out and brought it down to your entrance. He swirled the digit around a few times and began to push in slowly. One knuckle. Then two. And then he was fully in you. Sucking your clit into his mouth yet again, he rubbed his finger up into your front wall, massaging the ridges there. 

“Oh… Embry, oh my God,” you moaned. He used more pressure, and then brought his finger out and added another, slowly pushing them in together and resuming the ‘come-hither’ motion. You felt your muscles shake, losing all control, and the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly once again, only this time, it broke. Your back arched, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as you came hard. Waves of pleasure drove through you, hands holding his head firmly onto your center. When you came down and opened your eyes, you looked down at his face to see an excited grin. 

“If you tell me that was fake, I think I’ll cry,” he chirped. 

You calmed your hard breathing enough to mutter a “That was real.” 

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked. 

You nodded, taking note of the obvious tent in his shorts. You reached a hand down to grasp him, when he grabbed your wrist and said “Nuh-uh, I’m still making it up to you.” 

He stood up off the bed and went over to a plastic shopping bag on his desk. He opened it and pulled out a condom, some lube, and a small pink toy. Your eyes widened, and he cockily stated, “told you I’d do some research. Come here Sweetheart.” He held a hand out to help you up, and moved you so that you were on your hands and knees, bum facing him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, and then opened the bottle of lube and slathered it all over himself. He then brought what was left on his hand up to your sensitive core, distributing the substance gently. Throwing the bottle onto the floor, he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“You sure you wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded in response. “I need you to say it, babe.” 

“Yes, I want to keep going, Em,” you almost cried. 

“Okay, but I need you to tell me if it hurts even a little. Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

He grasped your hip with one hand, guiding himself in with the other. Slowly, carefully, he became fully seated inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You felt no pain, just a delicious stretch inside your walls. When Embry saw that you were relaxed, he pulled himself out a couple of inches and softly thrusted back in, looking for any signs of discomfort. He found none, and continued. He dragged himself in and out of you at a torturous pace that made your breathing pick up yet again. You needed more. You began rocking yourself back onto him, begging for a faster pace, and he complied. He pulled out several inches more this time, shoving back in at a quicker pace that had your toes curling and your moans going up in pitch. At this, he stopped holding back. Embry began pounding into you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave the good kind of bruise. You were moaning loudly, brain turning to mush. This is what sex was supposed to be like. What you’d always imagined it would be like. Passionate, loving, amazing. 

Embry found himself reaching the edge, but would not allow himself to finish before you. He reached down onto the bed for the small pink toy that you had forgotten about. He flicked it on, brought his other hand down and around your throat to pull you up against him, and held the small vibrator right onto your clit. The pounding pressure of his dick paired with the fervent vibrations had you seeing stars. You came. Hard. You didn’t know how long the orgasm had lasted. When you came to, you were lying on your back on the bed, breathing still labored, as Embry cleaned your thighs off with a damp towel. He noticed you looking up at him. 

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he cooed.

“Hey,” you responded weakly. 

“How ya doing?” 

“Really good,” you laughed. 

“Yeah?” he beamed at you as you nodded in response. “Good. I’m gonna get you some water and then we can cuddle, okay?” You only smiled in contentment as he walked off into the hallway, returning shortly with a cup of cold water. “Sit up for me?” 

“Can’t,” you answered, eliciting a laugh from him. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you,” he spoke as he gently held the back of your head, supporting you as you leaned up to drink from the cup he was holding up to your mouth. After you took a few sips, he seemed satisfied and placed the cup on the floor, lying down next to you and pulling you close. “If you start ignoring me after that, I might have to kill you,” he teased. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t ever ignore you again.” You sighed in contentment, listening to Embry’s soothing heartbeat, before you began to wonder. “By the way, what the heck kind of research did you do?” 

He huffed a laugh before responding, “Some guy on the internet called Owen Grey.”