#yes i know there was a jack but as jacks a nickname for john. i simply think john john is funnier.

[letsgetrowdy43]

All you gotta do is ask—

Jack Hughes x reader

Request: Maybe something about jack’s best friend going to a game and is wearing someone else’s jersey and he gets jealous. Like he likes the reader but hasn’t said so. Reader likes him and doesn’t know he feels the same until they’re out after the game and he says something along the lines of “my girl shouldn’t have someone else’s name on her back. It’s wrong” and maybe cute fluffy ending because this girl is hormonal and needs the emotional rollercoaster

Jack's eyes caught hers from the bench, Ellen to her right chatting about Luke's rookie year, as she smiled fondly at him, giving him a little wave before his attention was pulled back towards the game.

"He adores you," Ellen smiled as the young girl turned to her with reddened cheeks. "What?" "Jack," she nodded towards her son on the ice, the two of them watching as he took a shot and the puck flew straight into the back of the net, both his mother and his best friend shot onto their feet, screaming with their hands in the air.

He faced the crowd with a grin, tongue stuck out of his mouth and he yelled out of excitement, sending a wink in the direction of his best friend as she blushed at the action, "he loves you," Ellen continued as the crowd calmed down, the devil's goal song still playing loudly as the girl swallowed thickly. "I love him too," she said with a soft smile, "he's my best friend," Ellen gave her a knowing look before they went back to watching the game.

The game ended with a Devils win, the first one in their string of home games before the All-Star break.

Ellen, Jim, and the young girl sat in the family room just outside of the locker room, a smile on her face as baby Haula ran over to her as she chatted with Kristen. She was pulled out of their conversation as the door opened to reveal Luke followed by a grinning Jack who maneuvered his way around the room to get to her while Luke went to their parents.

"You played so good," she grinned as he pulled her in for a hug, "my superstar," she whispered as he laughed at the nickname. "I scored for you," he mumbled into her shoulder, before looking down her back to see a larger 43 on her back, he pulled away tensely, a look of confusion on his face as her face filled with worry.

"You're wearing a Luke jersey?" he gasped. "Yeah, he gave it to me before the game, your jersey is in my car," she grinned, but his smile did not return. "I scored for you and this is how you repay me," he whispered, tone whiney as she rolled her eyes at his antics.

"I'm being serious, this feels so wrong, my girl should not be wearing my brother's jersey," her brows furrowed as her eyes caught his. "Your girl?" "Don't kid yourself, you've been mine since we were in middle school," he said smugly as her face grew a new shade of red. "You can't just deem me 'you girl' J," she said with a grin, her arms wrapping around his neck, "you gotta ask me first," her tone was taunting as he leaned in to kiss her but she dodged him and stared at him with raised brows

"You gotta ask," she fumbled, fingers playing with his damp curls. "You've always been mine Y/n/n," she shook her head, loving the mental hoops she was making him jump through as she smiled menacingly. "just ask J, it's all you gotta do, or you could beg, whatever floats your boat," her grin grew as he rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said batting his lashes as she giggled at the theatrics of it all, "Would you do me the honours of being my girlfriend?" he asked so kindly which rewarded him with a slow kiss to the lips instead of an answer, the action telling enough that it was an obvious yes.

a groan sounded from behind them as Luke, Dawson, and John grimaced at the sight in front of them. "Kissing my brother in my jersey, yucky," Luke said which gained a nice strong elbow to his ribs from his father who just smiled proudly at the couple.

"Trust me, she's taking it off," the entire family room groaned in disgust as she hid her face in his chest in embarrassment, "I didn't mean it that way guys, don't be gross!" which gained a laugh from the room as he stood them with wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

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[a-most-beloved-fool]

another wildly unimportant star trek pet peeve of mine is that i kinda hate it when people persistently call kirk "james", either in fic or in posts. like, yes, he's james t kirk. that's his name. but. he's jim. he asks people to call him jim. every time, it's jim. idk, maybe I'm too trans, but I figure that when someone tells you their preferred name, you use it.

I know a guy named bill. his name's william, sure, but he's bill. he specifically said so. I know an alexandria, who is always ally, and I know an aleksandra who is never ever a nickname. I know a thomas who flat out refuses to be tom. y'know? hell, I know a john who goes exclusively by jack, and a sarah who's riley. and it's rude as hell to ignore that.

I do understand that it's. a bit Silly to have that strong of an opinion on whether or not to call a fictional character by a nickname, but. oh well. i'm a bit silly i guess. like, yeah. it doesn't matter. he's not real. he doesn't care.

but he's jim to me.

[honeymoonavsstuff]

Please “How long have you been standing there?” with JJ? Maybe some angst, but you can decide ofcourse. 💗

Pairing: JJ x reader. (part 2 is on my profile if you want)

Summary: I’m just saying that your love lenguage is bullying and you have a big fat crush on JJ.

Warnings: swearing and mean flirting.

A/N: this was in my drafts for such a long time and I wanted to share it. Sorry for my english, I’m Italian and this is not my first lenguage. Continue with the requests❤️

You were tanning on the boat with Kie, when the other boys arrived, interrupting the relaxing moment that you and your best friend were in.

“Rise and shine girls, we have some fish to get” John B shouted while messing up your hair.

You tried to hit him, but the boy was too fast and you gave him the finger. Then you took off your sunglasses, it took you a moment to get used to the strong sunlight and then you saw JJ. You smiled at yourself seeing his new cap.

“Timmy Turner wants his pink hat back JJ '' you expected him to be annoyed or to not respond, but he laughed and went to sit in the spot in front of you.

“How are you, pretty girl ?” he smirked at you. Your stomach aches lightly, stupid fucking cute nickname.

“Not so good now that you're here” he brought his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. You rolled your eyes and he smiled at you.

“I know that you love me” you lifted your eyebrows unamused while he winked at you.

“You’re so annoying I can’t even look at you” you brought back your sunglasses on and turned your head, only to meet eyes with Kie, who was smiling at you.

“What?” you mouthed at her, confused by her reaction. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Why are you always so hard on him?” Kiara asked. You two were alone in the chateaux, laying on the couch while the others went to buy dinner.

“What are you talking about?”

“JJ, you’re always picking on him” you smirked to yourself at the question.

“Don’t know, it’s just funny and he annoys me ” Kie lifted her eyebrows.

“You shure?” you nodded a yes.

“So you behave this way with him, being all mean and shit, just because he annoys you?” she positioned herself so she was sitting in front of you.

“Uhm, yeah?” in response she mumbled an unconvinced ‘Okay’.

“Why are you asking me this anyways?”

Kie scoffed “Because you acted like this with Jack Walters too and then hooked up with him.”

You looked at your best friend confused.

“And what are you trying to prove with that?” you scoffed. She smiled like it was the most obvious thing.

“I’m just saying that bullying is your love lenguage and you have a big fat crush on JJ.” You widen your eyes,

“What?” you said in an high pitched voice. “That’s so not true” you threw her a pillow.

“Yes it is!” she threw it back at you.

“No, he annoys me… Like a lot.”

''You wanna tell me that there is not even a small part of you that is attracted to him?”.

You looked right in her eyes trying to think of a comeback, but it took you too long.

“Ah, I knew it” she pointed at you playfully “ and I just know you too well Y/N like-“.

“I’m just saying” you interrupted her,” that I have eyes, I mean everyone can say he is attractive.”

“Oh, just admit it.”

“But he is just so… infuriating, like litterally so-“ you exaled deeply.

“He just makes me mad with his stupid face and his stupid ideas and how he acts and,” you interrupted yourself bringing your hands on your face and making an exasperated sound.

“ God, I think I like him,” you threw your head on the back of the couch, “ am I really that predictable?”

Kie screamed excited “I SO knew it you-” her expression quickly changed.

“What now? You look so dumb with that face Kie, i’m…”

Fucked. You were totally fucked.

JJ was standing right there, right at that moment and you knew you were screwed.

After a few seconds of silence, when the boy couldn’t help but look at you with a smile that made you want to move to another country, the only thing you were able to say was: “How long have you been standing there?”

“You really slept with Walters?”

Shit, he knew about your feelings for him AND one of your worst hookups.

“Well, I’m gonna go now,” Kie said, getting up from her spot. Before leaving the last room you would have ever wanted to be in she mouthed the words “Oh my god” and just left you to your destiny.

“So you like me, uh?” he asked with a smirk.

“Oh, god…” you exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands, “this is karma punishing me.”

JJ's laugh sent you over the edge.

“Laugh again and I’m killing myself” laying on the couch, still with your hands covering your embarrassed face.

“Always so dramatic…” he said, with a grin on and walking towards you.

The blonde offered you a hand, helping you sit up so your eyes were on the same level.

“I guess we have to talk about this,” his blue eyes were intoxicating and you had to remember how to breathe because his voice was so low and smooth and sexy “so let’s say I pick you up later to…sort this out.”

Your throat was sore, maybe you had also forgotten how to speak. You didn’t know what to say and he was still looking at you and you were so nervous and JJ is just so…

“I can’t, I have a date” the lie just slipped off your mouth like nothing, you literally had nothing to do that night.

The boy chuckled another time and took another step towards you.

“Since you are so in love with me, I think you can cancel that” still that smile, still that dreaming voice.

“Shut up, you disgust me” you pushed him away, trying to contain your excitement.

“So my house at eight?”

(part 2)

[professeurm]

kiss kiss, bang bang (2x01) will always have a special place in my heart

"i came back for you" looks at ianto then at the team "all of you". okay bro we see where yer priorities is at

john hart so hot, omg

ianto knowing the vortex manipulator doesn't beep like okay bro 😏

sees ex: doing some cowboy entrances, makeout, start a brawl, points guns while circling each other, insults each other looks, gets a drinks together. pretty hot cowboy stuff

"you need a blonde" me when i see the doctor without a blonde

ianto small jealously. delicious

john being the wife. brilliant

sewer chic. LMAO

jack opening to gwen and saying he thought of coming to her while holding her hand. no, why tf U LITERALLY COMPLAIN ABOUT HER SLEEPING WITH OWEN WHILE SHE WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP

owen being protective of tosh? love it

jack alone with ianto since the year that never was. aw he's so nervous like a school boy talking to his crush

jack asking ianto out? AND HE SAID YES?! LLEETTSS FFFUCCCKINGG GOOOO

eye candy? love the nickname

john kills jack, little bit sad about doing so and oh shit he can't die. holy shit now he's scared shitless

john wanting to fuck a poodle? so real of him

"i found gray" what a cliffhanger

[verdemoun]

timewarp au fun facts

'people who have been personally victimized by the o'driscolls' is a support group that meet once a fortnight. it's just kieran, annabelle and jake adler. sometimes arthur goes. activities range from hiking trips and volunteering at community centers to playing poker and getting drunk on the couch while occasionally saying 'fuck colm o'driscoll'

YES jake adler is there he pretty much lived as a survivalist and then happened to bump into the gang like oh you guys were born in 18-- too? he has the same tendency of getting drunk and crying about how much he misses his wife as sadie does.

as kieran adjusts to modern era and starts recovering mentally he develops a really dark sense of humor (well really he always had a dark sense of humor but he didn't live long enough with the gang be comfortable expressing it). some of his favorite one-liners are 'still in one piece' and 'nothing to lose your head over'

karen and sean actually end up having a baby which a) leads most to an existential crisis over whether they are considered alive or dead b) unabashed fear over what this child could become. her nickname is the crimson terror she's got sean's hair and brains with karen's personality. she calls both lenny and sean dad and jenny and karen mom. even this child knows lenny and jenny are her only chance for survival

arthur and eliza co-parent isaac. isaac is actually the parent in both relationships and is constantly having to explain technology and current era things to them. arthur still insists on teaching him 19th father-son stuff which includes fishing and how to shoot and clean a gun

arthur morgan at parent-teacher meetings genuinely failing to understand how isaac is in the wrong for knocking out a kid who was showing his girlfriend's nudes to the rest of the class

isaac definitely went to juvie. he was already committing crimes before jack showed up (he blames it on the morgan genes, which arthur hates)

i'm not saying trelawney is responsible for the time warp but i am saying 19th century america should really address the issue of seemingly omnipotent well-dressed men with amazing moustaches running around. trelawney never died but is present in both timelines. when asked why he can't go back and warn people of various things coming (don't kill micah, john), he simply replies it's a canon event.

trelawney has in fact tried this, which has lead to multiverses including the various endings of rdr2, whether javier is taken in alive or killed by john in 1911, or undead nightmare. he will no longer risk it because he likes being able to go back in time and see his wife and children <3 he learned the hard way they don't exist in every universe

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - June 5

Dr. Seward is back with another exciting podcast update :D

(Also, for clarity’s sake, I’ll probably be calling him Jack/Seward from here on out because first and foremost, I just like that nickname for him and also it’s a little bit easier to differentiate Jonathan vs. John. Since he’s only been referred to as John thus far — that will change later — I just wanted to clear up that when I say “Jack”, I mean Dr. John Seward!)

Looks like he’s studying Renfield again, who is proving to be an “interesting” case.

“He has certain qualities very largely developed; selfishness, secrecy, and purpose. I wish I could get at what is the object of the latter. He seems to have some settled scheme of his own, but what it is I do not yet know.”

Per the last Jack podcast, he talked about selfish vs. unselfish people and their threat level (I talk more about that here, if you’re interested). He seems to have decided upon Renfield being a selfish man — aka his threat level is low — though he does seem to have an unspecified purpose that Seward can’t figure out. I wonder how Jack differentiates between an unselfish person’s duty and a selfish person’s purpose, since they seem to be almost the same thing, per his logic. Then again, they could be very different!

“His redeeming quality is a love of animals, though, indeed, he has such curious turns in it that I sometimes imagine he is only abnormally cruel. His pets are of odd sorts. Just now his hobby is catching flies.”

Jack, buddy, I love you, but you can’t say someone has a love of animals and then in the same sentence think they’re probably also abnormally cruel to them?! Then again, I have to keep in mind, he’s also speaking these words so this is more of an active stream of consciousness than, say, Jonathan’s journal. I suppose it would put it more in line with Lucy’s letters, who impulse writes. Love to see these parallels!

On another note, how did Renfield catch these flies without hurting them and where is he storing them? Did the asylum give him jars or did he have to improvise? I have so many questions, but my bug phobia prevents me from wanting the answers tbh.

“He has at present such a quantity that I have had myself to expostulate.”

Yesh, that begs the question: how many flies did he catch? Again, I actually don’t want the answers, but since I’m analyzing this, I at least needed to ask.

Ok fine, let’s do a little math here. It’s been 11 days since the last time we heard from Seward. He didn’t talk about the fly-catching the last time, but perhaps it was because there was only like 5-6 flies there and he didn’t feel the need to mention it.

So if we give Renfield 5 flies the first day (minimum estimate) and he catches around 10 flies a day (a high guess, yes, but we know Renfield is determined and this is an average so some days he might’ve caught 8 and some days he might’ve caught 15) a day, we can multiply 11 x 10 to give us 110 flies + 5 (from the first day) = about 115 flies!! (I really hope I did this math right or I’m going to look silly)

In the iconic words of Phil Swift, “That’s a lot of damage.”

Again, this is an estimate — I’m not pretending this is actually the number, though it is certainly a possibility. While that seems like a large number for one man to catch and a lot of flies to get into a room, keep in mind this is the 1890s, which means more bugs in the area and Renfield could’ve skewed the numbers by leaving old food around to attract flies.

“To my astonishment, he did not break out into a fury, as I expected, but took the matter in simple seriousness. He thought for a moment, and then said: ‘May I have three days? I shall clear them away.’ Of course, I said that would do. I must watch him.”

Seward, I would suggest watching him very closely because uh…I happen to remember how he’s going to clear the flies and spoiler alert: it’s not just opening up whatever storage container he has them in. So, you can imagine with my bug phobia, I’d rather not analyze this further. Let’s just say it’s interesting he picked three days as the number to clear them away. He’s just built different, I guess.

So that’s it! For the next two weeks, we will be in a Dracula Daily Drought (try saying that five times fast). I am already sad about this!! 😫😭😭

In the meantime, I suppose it is high time I finish my BBC Dracula liveblog, so be on the lookout for that (I am more likely to do it putting it in writing!!).

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Misc. Tag Game! ✨

thank you for the tags @ronald-speirs @panzershrike-pretz and @sharkboyandlavalieb !!!

Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Hmmm I’m gonna have to go with when my mom, sister, and I all went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday! It was so much fun and just an incredible experience 💕

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Probably continuing my therapy journey! I’ve been in therapy continuously since I graduated in 2020 and I feel like I’ve made some good progress! I’m proud of myself for not giving up when things felt impassable

Favorite books?

Soooo i’m not too big on reading but something I will read over and over again is the fruits basket series!!!! That’s the only book series I’ve read in its entirety and I love every bit of it!!!

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

It’s not the dart scene at the start of replacements idk what you’re talking about

Favorite thing about your culture?

About being American? I guess just the fact that BoB is American 🤣

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Umm i think in April ‘23?? @dontirrigateme and I had just watched the x-men first class movies and wanted to watch more James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, so of course we watched BoB… the world has never been the same

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I’m trying to read Ambrose’s book right now, but I have Winters’ Beyond Band of Brothers, Guarnere and Babe’s book, and a couple others on my shelf!! (if anyone finds Webster’s shark book i promise you my first born for a copy of that)

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Oh goodness there’re so many!!! Ummm well right now I’m going thru a Liebgott phase oml the man makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH so I’m gonna go with when he tends to Talbert on the Night of the Bayonet, like Liebgott is known for his temper and fighting but here (and with Tipper) you can see he’s an absolute SWEETHEART AAAA I WOULD DIE FOR JOSEPH DAVID LIEBGOTT

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

I’ve just recently started writing for BoB!! I also have some Pokemon x BoB collages that I’ve made 🥰

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

Johnny Depp hands down, and absolutely pirates of the caribbean, it’s just all-around lovely and whimsical and amazing (fun fact till like middle school i had no idea what Johnny Depp actually looked like because my only references for him were Captain Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka and they just did not look the same to me 🤣)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

I think I’ve said this before, but it’s a quote from my blorbo Vincent Van Gogh, “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

My dad’s retired Navy, so I grew up moving around until he retired when I was about 8!

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

ASDFDL I WOULDN'T MIND HAVING A BETA READER

Three things that make you smile? (I’m watching BoB rn so this is about to be BoB momes)

“CURRAHEEEEEEE!”

“We salute the rank not the man”

“I’m John Wayne! The costume department set me up with these nice navy whites, what do ya think!?”

Any nicknames you like?

Honestly I just feel warm and fuzzy when given any nickname, I’ve been called Em, Emmy, Ems, my favorite might be “Yellow,” I’ve had three separate best friends give me this nickname just cuz they associate me with the color yellow and sunshine vibes ✨

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

ASDJ:LKF THERE ARE SO MANY @dontirrigateme @panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @love--persevering @ronald-speirs @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @venus-haze @thicccqueyoongimin @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @hanniewinnix @sharkboyandlavalieb @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @malarkgirlypop @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @coco-bean-1218 @b00ks1ut AND SO SO MANY MORE I'M SORRY IF I DIDNT TAG YOU I PROMISE I LOVE YOU

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Cry and die probably

Favorite movie?

Bohemian Rhapsody, the Mummy, and Pirates of the Carribean, and the Blair Witch Project!

Do you like horror movies? YES!! Especially found footage movies!!

No pressure tags!! @dontirrigateme , @ithinkabouttzu , @executethyself35 , @neptunes-blue , @thicccqueyoongimin , @love--persevering , @jump-wings , @blueberry-ovaries and anyone else who wants to do this!!! 💖

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ATLA Modern USA Battle of the Bands AU - Katara focused. I thought this up in the car so it isn’t polished. Check out comradekatara’s AMV for what inspired this.

Katara is a 18 year old Tlingit girl who is part Makah on her grandmother's side. She just graduated high school.

Due to work, she hasn't seen her Dad for a while, as he's constantly traveling from Juneau to DC and back trying to get elected to Congress so he can pass more protections against the Oil companies in the area, especially the long standing Caldera Oil Company (COC). And between that, he has a job fishing, because he isn't rich. Gram Gram, not wanting to worry her son, doesn't tell him that there's been some suspicious businessmen who've recently bought the local bank and jacked up the mortgage and rental rates in the area, so that they might lose the house.

(Katara's mom worked in city hall and was the only one to know that COC had applied to drill and then found a major oil reserve right under their town. So she was murdered)

Sokka and Katara overhear Gram Gram talking about this with the other adults who are affected and are devestated. Of course, that's when a big dog walks into their lives. He's dirty, he looks like it hasn't been taken care of in a while, but Enamored, the siblings take him in.

That's when, of course, the 16 year old Tibetan-American John Doe wakes up at the local hospital, the only survivor of a terrible car wreck.

His name is Aang, he's a musical virtuoso, and his parents died for similar reasons like Katara's mom.

Unlike Katara's mom, his parents shared the info with him. The hit men thought he died.

Gram Gram is the only certified foster parent in town, so she takes him in. Aang reunites with his dog Appa joyously. He hasn't processed his parents' deaths yet.

The kids get to see Zuko (nickname for Zachary Sozinson, disgraced spare to the COC throne) threaten Gram Gram in their home. They manage to scare him and his bullies off, though not before they see recognition of Aang and then a regretful look on his face. The next morning, they see a commercial on TV - there's a rock music contest!

Three cities across the USA (Seattle, Chicago, DC) will have 'Diversity Bands*' battle for the chance to get out on records. Each band member has to be from a visibly different race.

The contest in Seattle needs a solo or duet act, the contest in Chicago two to three people, and the one in DC three to five people. Previous contestants are allowed to recompete as long as they add to their band.

There is also cash prizes for the second and third place winners for each city/category.

*yes it sounds very tokenizing and faux-left corporate and there's a good reason why narratively. Hold on.

Katara and Aang decide to hit the road, using what little savings he inherited from his parents and her money from her job during the school year. As she's only 18 and can't get hotel rooms, and Aang is still a minor, Sokka agrees to be their driver/ roadie/hotel dude when they can afford rooms. They rescue a raccoon kit along the way and name it Momo.

Shenanigans ensue, Zuko is kind of haunting them along the way, they can't tell if he's following them or if he's just going to the same place they are, etc. Aang stops by his old house only to find that it's been taken over by a COC worker who has been using/covering up his parents' proof papers.

The gaang convinces him to be a whistleblower as they leave. They also meet John John (Jeong Jeong), who they briefly consider adding to their band if they don't make it this round, and who is currently embroiled in a case against COC and thus needs to stay on the move for safety reasons.

He teaches Aang another instrument, though for once Aang REALLY doesn't take to it. Along the way they meet Suki, who is in a all girl band and is also going to compete, though they're going to wait until the Chicago contest so they all can get into the contract, etc. Sokka learns to respect girl bands.

Jet, who is also just going to go to the DC one for his big band, reveals to them that the record label is owned by COC, who wants to appear hip with the kids and not a conservative's wet, polluting dream. He feels that since he knows this stuff and how to defeat them (supposedly) he is justified in ruining other bands instead of winning honestly. That isn't good, obviously, so they distance themselves from him.

Eventually they make it to Seattle, Sokka and Katara are invited to stay with some Makah cousins they haven't seen since they were little.

Aang comes too of course, but isn't the reason they were invited in.

Katara learns more about music composition. There Sokka meets and falls in love with Yue, daughter of the mayor. She has to compete with her

'boyfriend' who is really just using her as a beard (consensually) but is very respected by her parents.

Zuko, who realized who Aang was and wants to capture him to bring him back to his Dad, so that there's less whistleblowers for COC, and thus regain his standing in the company, ends up wrecking their performance.

So 'the Gaang' only gets third place, but enough cash to let them squeak by until they reach Chicago. Yue gets first place, breaks up with her boyfriend, and ascends to star-(moon?)-dom. She is extremely busy and does not get to hang with the Gaang much for the rest of the series.

They travel to Chicago, Aang doesn't recognize his old friend Bumi from High school and gets teased relentlessly about it. Meanwhile, they're also looking for a third band member, Aang wants to learn a new instrument and Katara and Aang end up kissing, much to their embarrassment. Zuko and Iroh are on the road too, Zuko embarrassed by the even more public failure to help his father's business take down an individual with so much power to hurt COC (Aang). Similar plot lines with Jet, Azula and Katara's relationships with Zuko occur. Iroh opens a cafe.

Eventually, they make it to Chicago, where they see this 14 year old absolutely destroy everyone in a rap battle while ALSO playing drums. It's Toph! They trick her parents into letting her compete in the Chicago contest. Chicago is where COC wants to move their headquarters, and the local government wants their business, so many higher class people are in serious denial about their effect on the environment.

This time, the get second place, because Jet, who had been tortured for information by COC, manages to escape during their performance and cause a ruckus (he gets treated and reunited with his family don't worry).

Azula and Zuko (it's complicated like in the show) manage to take out Aang via a last minute stage mishap involving a heavy light falling on his head Iroh gets pinned for some COC crimes that Jet did manage to get public, Zuko returns to the top with Azula, etc. Suki's band wins and gets signed, but due to interference from Mai and Tai Lee, their contract is shittier than Yue's and they have to work a ton initially for low pay.

Toph's parents are NOT fans of how this turned out, but Toph's underground fans manage to placate her parents, and then they're on the road again.

Along the way Zuko has his change of heart, Iroh escapes, Katara's Dad is stuck in DC, Gram Gram might lose the house soon, and Aang is growing out his hair for the first time since his parents died. Katara meets Hama, who has a story pretty similar to both hers and how her mom died. When she hands Katara an [instrument] she modified to work as a poison dart gun who would ever check that for poison!] Katara hesitates to take it. She does end up taking it, but switches out the poison for a nerve stopper poison (I can't think of the right way to say it makes you fall asleep/unable to move for a while?).

Also Hama teaches her more music composition and really rounds out her skills lol.

(The painted lady episode WILL happen of course. If I ever write this.

It will probably happen in WV)(as will the school dance episode. Probably in. A rich area just outside DC)

Sokka learns to video edit and starts making music videos for the band. He also meets back up with Suki! Her initial hard-core tour is done, and she's taking a break from her band members for a bit.

When Zuko joins, he and Aang learn how to play his instrument best, he and Sokka finally visit Hakoda and tell him what's going on at home, and he and Katara track down her mom's killer. She poisons him, even keeping Hama's dart in hand just in case, but ultimately lets him live. Even though Zuko assures her he knows how to make it look like an accident. Aang learns how to write a very powerful song from an old person.

They win the big battle of the bands of course. COC then holds a concert to celebrate its 'new, future-forward clean image. There, Katara composes the music to Aang's song, and as their big finale, they play a song - with visualizer proof in the background on huge screens cut together by Sokka and partly by Hakoda) that exposes COC and Ozai.

The series ends with Zuko shifting the company to clean energy, Katara and Sokka returning home triumphant with Aang and his animals in tow, Hakoda gets elected, Toph lives independently and everyone gets to be happy. Except 'Oz' (Ozai) and kind of Azula.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Who I write for / what I call NHL players.....

so @stayg-0ld requested an updated verison. I made a list a while ago of players that I like, what I thought of them, and my little dumb nicknames for them. Here is the linked list if you wanna read it. But it's time for an update because I realize so many new nicknames aren't on here. So in no particular order here is a list of players I write for and what I call them depending on what's happening. Also if you are looking for pictures or things on a particular player this is also how I tag everything on my blog (minus my writings). I think I remembered everybody but there is a chance I forgot someone so I will go back and edit this as needed.

Quinn Hughes: My one true love, I don't think I can describe to you guys how much I adore this man, it's actually a little insane. As I've said before I am his number one bully and whore. His tag on my blog is #huggy bear 🐻 himself

Other nicknames include but not limited to: king, pretty boy, Quinny., eldest daughter. Shockingly I don't have a unique name for Quinn and that is honestly shocking to me.

Brock Boesar: I just find him to be a very kind dude. I also love the fact that his nickname Mr.Sensitive. I don’t post about him often, so you can look for him under his name, hopefully soon I will have time to go back and add his nickname to all posts so it would #mr.sensitive 🥺

Jack Hughes - He is growing on me more and more each day. His tag on my blog is #oh jacky boy 🥺

Other nicknames include but not limited to: my favorite fuckboy, J, sassy king, society's favorite middle child, angry white man. (okay but like that last one like tell me he isn't truly an angry white man 90 percent of the time on the ice??)

Luke Hughes - He really is just a child but I will say his hair hasn't looked as homeless lately and he really buffed up this summer, so I'm happy for the Lukey girlies. I tried looking and I don't think he has a tag on my page...

His nicknames include: homeless boy, Lukey, savage. (no I don't feel the need to explain any of them.)

Nico Hischier - I feel like I am constantly talking about this man so I won't bore you all with the details. His tag on my blog is #my little european king.

His other nicknames include: pretty boy, and swiss king.

John Marino - It physically pained me to make his name blue just now. 😭 I don't think I can even explain how much I adore this man. Like out of every player (Quinn included) I would love to have lunch with John once. Like I wanna sit down and hear all his thoughts on the Devils, especially the Hughes because I know he used is almost psychology degree to use and psychoanalyzed all of them. I also have used all my knowledge to psychoanalyze all of them and I would love to compare notes. I also think he is closet to my personality like not quite an extraverted but also not introverted. His tag on my blog is #mr.harvard man himself

His other nicknames I call him in no particular order are johnny boy, city man or city boy, east coast king, boston boy.

Cole Caufield - I could talk about this man for days. Cole holds a very dear place in my heart, he's truly a golden retriever. Cole would definitely call his girlfriend mamas. He also gives very big bi energy to me and I can't really explain it. I also ship him with Trevor Zegras like I am CONVINCED something happened when they were on the U.S development team together and I could write an essay about that if asked. His tag on my blog is # my lil bi' baby 🏳️‍🌈

I also sometimes call him baby boy, pretty boy (yes I am refusing nicknames sue me), my little short king. (I do have that as a tag as well on my page but it has multiple people in it.)

Trevor Zegras: I will write for Trevor, I have talked about my many thoughts on this man before. But when I write for him he doesn’t have a Mohawk in my brain. 🤣 like I am probably number one hater for his new hair, and if their are no haters left on this planet it is because I am dead.

Arber Xhekaj: I recently discovered Arber and I don’t think he has a nickname yet on my blog. When he gets one I will be sure to update my tag list. But I do find this man adorable, he seems like a kind guy despite how he acts on the ice…

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Players I won’t write for because THEY ARE CHILDREN. But I do occasionally post about.

Beckett Sennecke - his nickname and tag under my blog is both # my lil baby ducklin 🐥

Macklin Celebrini - his name name is baby shark. But I also call him Canucks number 1 fan. (If you know you know)

Arturs Silovs - his nickname is baby goalie and that is also his tag. (Yes I realize his nickname isn’t that orginal sue me)

Connor Bedard - Connor literally got added today and due to his first fight the other day. His nickname and also tag is #my lil scraper, you know since he’s a fighter now. 😂

[spacefinch]

Octonauts Star Trek AU: Crew Profiles

Captain Barnacles:

Full name: Bernard “Barnacles” Barnes

Species: Human

Home country: Canada (Manitoba)

Rank: Captain of the USS Nautilus

Family: Bianca (sister), Orson (nephew), Ursa (niece)

Favorite instrument: Accordian

Kwazii

Full name: Kwazii Hawkins

Species: Human (partly cybernetic)

Home planet: irrelevant (he was born on a starship)

Rank: Commander (First Officer of the Nautilus)

Family: John “Calico Jack” Hawkins (grandfather)

Favorite instrument: Also irrelevant. He’d rather sing space shanties.

Shellington:

Full name: Dr. Shellington Holmes

Species: Human

Home country: Scotland

Rank: Second Officer (Science Division), Lt. Commander

Family: Pearl (sister), Periwinkle (nephew)

Peso

Full name: Dr. Peso Morales

Species: Human

Home country: Chile

Rank: Chief Medical Officer

Family: Too many to name. His brother Pinto is a Starfleet ensign.

Dashi

Full name: Dashi Omura

Species: Trill (joined, fifth host of her symbiont)

Home planet: Trill

Rank: Lt. Commander (Chief of Operations)

Family: Koshi (sister)

Tweak

Full name: Ida “Tweak” Lagos

Species: Half human (father’s side), half Bajoran (mother’s side)

Home planet: Bajor (raised in Florida, on Earth)

Rank: Lieutenant (Chief Engineer)

Family: Marshall “Marsh” Fen (father)

Professor Inkling

Full name: Unknown

Species: Humanoid (very long lived)

Home planet: Unknown

Rank: Lieutenant

Family: Squirt (nephew)

Tunip

Full name: Tunip Holmes

Species: Unknown (bipedal, piscine)

Home planet: CLASSIFIED

Rank: None

Family: Shellington Holmes (adoptive father), Barrot, Tominnow, Grouber, Codish, Pikato, and Halibeet (siblings)

Notes:

Tweak is properly addressed as “Lieutenant Ida.” (As per Bajoran customs, the surname comes first.)

Inkling is the oldest crew member, Tunip and his siblings are the youngest.

Yes, Shellington chose his name for himself. He is completely cisgender. He just wanted a different name. He would like to know why this is hard to understand.

By contrast, Kwazii is trans and has had the same first name his entire life.

Everyone has autism, anxiety, ADHD, or some combination of the above.

Everyone has also broken the Prime Directive at least once.

You would think that Kwazii would be guilty of breaking the Prime Directive, but it’s actually Peso and Shellington.

Behind the scenes for the names:

Barnacles: Purely going off vibes. “Bernard” seems like a good first name for him, and my idea was that “Barnacles” is a nickname that comes from his surname.

Kwazii: “Hawkins” is after Jim Hawkins from Treasure Island/Treasure Planet. Both stories involve sailing, adventure, and pirates.

Peso: Literally just looked up a bunch of Spanish surnames and decided “Morales” was the best.

Shellington. Looked up several Scottish surnames, and Holmes fit best. Bonus points because in the books, Shellington actually dresses up as Sherlock Holmes.

Dashi: Her last name comes from the Omura’s whale— one of the featured animals in The Octonauts and the Ring of Fire.

Tweak: “Ida” means “work” or “labor” in several languages. “Lagos” is Greek for rabbit or hare.

Inkling: I don’t know. I couldn’t think of a surname for him. He’s like Guianan. No other name. Just Inkling. That’s it.

The Vegimals: Since they are Shellington’s adopted children, they share his last name.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Best Jupidad Moments #4 Nevermoor Ch 7 - Settling into Reality

I’m going to start this ramble with a little flashback to Ch 2

She had imagined, a hundred times over, how it would feel to be liked instead of feared. To see people smile instead of flinch when she walked into a room. It was one of her favourite daydreams. But that was all it was, Morrigan told herself, shaking the cobwebs out of her head. A daydream.

And now… chapter 7…

Jupiter stood behind a wooden desk, leaning over a mess of papers and maps. He looked up, smiling broadly. ‘Ah! There you are. Excellent. ‘I thought I might give you a little tour. Sleep well?’ ‘Yes, thanks,’ said Morrigan. She suddenly felt shy. It was all this smiling at her that Jupiter kept doing, she thought. It wasn’t natural.

Must be weird to wake up for the first time in a world where your favourite daydream has come true! 

So now it’s going to get real - how does life work for these two from now on?

Obviously it’s not going to be plain sailing, that would be dull and would get so saccharine we’d get a headache. Even with his superior ability to see how people are feeling, Jupiter can’t get it right all the time as it wouldn’t feel genuine for the reader (and the best heroes are fallible and human). For this relationship to be believable, our Jupidad is going have to make some wrong calls. Buckle up…

‘Definitely not,’ Morrigan said, bristling. ‘I don’t want a nickname.’ ‘Course you do, everyone wants—’ … … ‘Everyone wants a nickname,’ Jupiter continued after the announcement.

‘Mog is a great nickname!’ Jupiter insisted. He rolled the word around in his mouth as they walked down the long hallway. ‘Mog. Moggers. The Mogster. It’s so versatile.’ Morrigan made a face.

‘It sounds like something an animal vomits up and leaves on your doorstep. Are you going to tell me about the Wundrous Society now?’

‘Soon, Mog, but—’

‘Morrigan.’

‘—first, the grand tour.’

At best he’s going from supportive-dad-mode to annoying-dad-mode here… having read Hollowpox and knowing that she eventually embraces “Mog” it’s hard to feel *too* cross with him in retrospect but I found this section a little uncomfortable and somewhat surprising after how focused he was on allowing her to have her own agency in the previous chapters. It’s not like it’s an unimportant thing either… the name people use for you is kind of a big deal and she’s pointed out that it doesn’t feel like a flattering one…

I wonder, perhaps, if the nickname thing is because he wants to draw another line between himself and Corvus who always used her full first name and would never have used something as affectionate as a pet name for his only daughter. Safe to say Morrigan’s probably been called a lot of names but never a cute silly one before.

It also makes me wonder whether Jack was a Jove-bestowed nickname and if so, what John Arjuna thought of it at the time. 

On the definite plus side he never introduces her as Mog, nor does he try to persuade anyone else to call her this.

‘You were going to tell me about the Wundrous Society …’ ‘I know, and I will, but it’ll have to wait. Martha—’ He waved the young maid closer. ‘Could you give Morrigan a little tour? Just the highlights.’

And here’s where Morrigan begins to be introduced to the fact that our Jupidad is going to be a frequently absent parental figure. He’s got so many calls on his time.

Thus he is missing (yet much spoken of) for the rest of the chapter. However I’m going to slip in one little foreshadowing theory about the chandelier just in case I run out of steam before I get to chapter 26…

Martha held both hands to her cheeks. ‘Oh … Captain North will be so upset. That ship’s been there for ever, it’s his favourite thing. How could this happen?

The precious chandelier was a pink sailing ship. As we find out later, it grows back as a black bird with outstretched wings, which some view as a comforting protective creature and others as threatening. 

Jupiter said he loved it even more than the pink sailing ship.

Jupiter took on the hotel when it was a wreck. I reckon at that point the chandelier was fairly normal but became a sailing ship to represent the chief passion of its explorer proprietor - adventure, travel, discovering new realms. The day his Mog arrives, that loses its top spot in a dramatic style and is eventually replaced with a very clear symbol of his new #1 priority - the little girl he saved who will eventually become the one to protect him and everyone he loves in return.

[necromancers-incorporated]

Here's my written piece for the Nevermoor Big Bang, a short fic featuring Jack when he first arrives at the Deucalion. Go visit @pxme-granate for the stunning art work! @nevermoorcentral

When the news came Jupiter broke. He could hardly bring himself to get out of his bed. Every time he opened his eyes he came to the sickening realisation that she was dead, and another bout of nausea would roll over him, forcing him the bathroom to dry heave until he was shaking on the floor with exhaustion. 

He had been so wrapped up in his grief he had forgotten all about little John Arjuna Korrapati, his poor nephew grieving both his mother and his father, the little boy who had been entrusted to him and who was now sat downstairs in a strange house knowing no-one. The thought of him, all alone, was enough to snap Jupiter back. His moping would have to be put aside and he would have to deal with the situation at hand. 

"They aren't coming back, are they?" he whispered, his voice small and barely audible over the fire in Jupiter's office. Martha and Fen had fetched him blankets and a hot chocolate, but the drink was left untouched, the steam rising slowly. 

Jupiter swallowed, unable to meet John's sad eyes. The boy had seen so much loss at such a young age, and he could see the black cloud that hung around his head, and the red and blue that covered his heart. 

"No, they aren't."

"I guess that means I have to live with you then." Hearing how resigned John was to his fate only broke Jupiter's heart more. What was he meant to say to someone who had just lost their whole world? Was he meant to make false promises about how he would always be there to protect him when he damn-well knew he couldn't uphold them? 

He tried for a small smile. "Yes, I guess you will."

~~~~~

Over the following month, it became clear that John resented Jupiter. Every time he tried to bond or help or give advice he was met with cold distain and snide remarks. It was understandable, though. What else was there to expect? It wasn't like Jupiter hadn't done the same to Frank or Kedgeree or Fen every now and then. 

"You know, you could come in to work with me today Jack?" Jupiter offered. As usual, Jack scoffed at the nickname and rolled his eyes. 

"Do you have to insist on calling me that?" he muttered, his face twisting into a scowl. "And no, I'm not coming into work with you, not to that place." He stabbed at his eggs and bacon a bit before pushing it back and standing up to leave. 

Fen came in and sat next to him. "Well, this seems to be going well, doesn't it?"

Jupiter let his head fall into his hands. "Why does he hate me? I mean, I get why he hates Wunsoc, that makes sense, but why me?" The laugh that followed didn't help matters. "I'm serious Fen! What am I meant to do?"

She shrugged. "How am I meant to know? You'd have better luck talking to Martha - she seems motherly, I guess." 

The door closed behind her and Jupiter was left alone again in the silence. He couldn't get the look on Jack's face out of his mind. 

~~~~~

After a few more days of tense glares and muttered complaints, Jupiter finally decided to follow Fen's advice and seek out Martha. She did seem to have a decent grasp on how to handle delicate situations. 

"Hi, what is it you wanted to talk about?" she asked as she took a seat across from him. "Something wrong?" The obvious concern in her voice made Jupiter wonder how he hadn't considered asking her sooner. 

"No, well, yes, I mean - you know, I have no idea." He laughed a bit to himself. "I'm just struggling to connect with Jack and you always seem to know what you're doing in that department. He actually seems to not hate you, so I thought you might be able to help."

Martha pursed her lips and watched him curiously. "You think that me, your employee, is the right person to ask concerning your adopted nephew?"

"Yeah, I guess I do," he sighed. 

She smiled sympathetically. "Just don't expect too much of him right now, he needs space and time to cope."

"All he does is sit in his room, and when he does come out he barely looks at me, or anyone for that matter! I just..." his voice broke and he took a deep breath, trying to keep back the tears. "I just want to help the kid, Martha."

A little hesitantly, she reached over the desk and gave his hand a squeeze. "You can only do your best, Jove, that's all any of us can do." There was one last fleeting smile before she left, and Jupiter was once again alone with his thoughts. 

~~~~~

Jupiter did his best, or at least he thought he was doing his best. He tried taking Jack out to see pantomimes and go to the park for ice-cream, he asked how school was going and if he needed help, but with every step forward he made Jack only slunk further away from him. 

Another month passed and everything only seemed to be getting worse. Even Frank, who normally didn't care about Jack's presence, asked Jupiter if something else had happened, another death, perhaps. 

The amount of time Jack spent alone was what concerned Jupiter the most. He was quite often just in his room with the lights off and laid in his bed, but sometimes he would be gone for hours at a time, only showing up to eat or to ask where something was or if they were going out somewhere. The longer this went on the more Jupiter and the others started to worry. They started keeping closer tabs on him, reporting where he was last seen at what time, but no-one could gauge where it was he would disappear to. 

After a week of such distant behaviour, Jupiter decided to follow him after breakfast, just a little way behind him. He knew that the Deucalion had many secret rooms, and even he did not know where they all led, so letting Jack wander them alone with no idea where he could be was potentially dangerous. 

It turned out that Jack had managed to discover one of the few rooms Jupiter kept off-limits to guests and most staff members - The Hall of Shadows. It was both relieving and worrying to discover that Jack to chose to spend his time in there of all places. Shadows couldn't harm anyone, not really, but it was confusing why he would spend hours in a place so dark and, frankly, frightening. 

He knocked on the door, and from inside he heard a small yelp of surprise. Sheepishly, Jack opened the door, eyes cast down in shame or fear. 

"I'm sorry," he he blurted out before Jupiter could utter a word. "I heard people talk about this room and it was dark and no-one goes in so it was quiet and my head stopped hurting in there and I didn't mean to keep going all the time but it was nice and it didn't hurt anymore." The poor boy's eyes filled with tears and his voice shook as he rambled on, furiously wiping his face with his sleeve.

Jupiter crouched to his level and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Take a breath, Jack, what's going on?"

For a brief moment it looked as if Jack was going to snap at him again, tell him to leave him alone or something else to that liking, but he only sighed and stepped further out of the room. 

"Sometimes I see things," he whispered, so quietly Jupiter almost didn't hear him. "Not lots of things, just when I'm around people I see them."

Matching his sombre tone, Jupiter pressed further. "What kinds of things?"

Jack let out a deep breath. "Colours and shapes on people and sometimes just objects. Like right now you've got this purple kind of cloud over your eyes, and this black shadow on your chest."

Jupiter's heart sank. "Why don't we talk about this in my office, hm? Less chance of being interrupted."

With a defiant step back the boy shook his head. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?" His voice was a mixture anger and grief and confusion. If only he knew just how much Jupiter truly understood in that moment, the fear and the guilt all mixing together. 

"Oh, no, Jack not at all. This just seems like an over-a-cup-of-tea conversation."

Slowly he led the way through the corridors, keeping one hand planted firmly on the little boy's shoulder. Neither one of them said anything, Jupiter's mind was far too busy trying to figure out the best way to explain to his nephew that he wasn't crazy but in fact a Witness. He barely even registered the closing of the door behind him as he took a seat. 

Jack kept his hands clasped together in his lap, still refusing to look at his uncle properly. How was he meant to start this conversation?

"Look, Jack, I know you're having a tough time at the moment, and what I'm going to tell you probably won't help matters," he began, trying to choose his words carefully. "But what you have to understand is that, no matter what, me - and the rest of the staff here - will do our best to help you."

The boy only glanced up at him with wide eyes, waiting for what was to come. 

Steeling his nerves, Jupiter readied himself. "I do not know how much your mother told you about me and why it is I do what I do, but in case she told you nothing then I will explain it to you. I am what people call a Witness - I see things that others don't. I can interpret these things and paint a whole picture about what a person or object's life has been like from as long as they can remember." Jack showed no outward reaction. "I believe, based on what you've told me, that you too are a Witness."

The little smudge of red that tainted the blue near Jack's heart grew, almost doubling in size in a matter of seconds. "No!" he shouted, standing up so fast that the chair he sat on fell backwards. "No I'm not one of you!"

"Please, Jack, you have to understand - this is not a choice, it's just who you are," Jupiter tried to reason. This was going so much worse than he had imagined. 

Still, Jack refused. "No! Being one of you is what killed them!" he screamed. Tears poured down his cheeks and his breathing became fast and ragged. "They were like you and they had to go to that place and that killed them! I'm not like you I didn't kill them!"

It felt like a knife had been plunged straight through his heart. There was a slight bit of truth to what he was saying. It was Jupiter who had first showed signs of his knack and his sister, wanting to stay close, spent time working on hers so they could stay together through Wunsoc. It was stupid to blame himself, he knew that, but hearing someone else say it out loud broke that last bit of defence. 

Instead of crying or shouting, however, Jupiter felt his own self-hatred turn to ice in his veins. "Jack, go to your room. When you've calmed down we can talk about this more."

He screamed one last time and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. 

It was only when he was alone that Jupiter allowed himself to break down. He sobbed until his chest ached and his body went numb, until the fire slowly died out and the sun dipped behind him, casting long shadows along his walls and doors. Once again he was back at square one - an angry boy at his doorstep and nothing but grief as comfort. 

He didn't go to his room that night, too rattled to even feign sleep. He had to come up with something, anything. 

The idea struck him in the early hours of the morning, when the sky turns cold and grey and unwelcoming. It was likely not the wisest decision to listen the rants and raves of a man who had no sleep, but his staff allowed him to weave his web of a plan, so chaotic and unruly they nearly broke composure and laughed to his face. But the face they saw was one that had been broken and defeated, and if this was what it took then they would indulge him. 

They could think of no true negatives - what harm could a party do but lift spirits? What harm lay in drinks and guests and good food? 

A lot, apparently. Or at least according to Jack. He resented the idea, the mere thought of it serving only to rile him up further, convincing him that all Jupiter was concerned with was making him like 'one of them' as he put it. 

The plans proceeded nonetheless. The banners went up, the food was cooked, the posters hung on every available space. With every day drawing closer to the event, with Jupiter dropping subtle hints to Jack - who by then barely tolerated his presence - about some surprise or another, the tension, the holding of breaths, only grew. 

Jupiter remained unperturbed by Jack's disinterest, claiming he knew that on that morning all would be well, he had consulted with Dame Chanda near on every day, every spare chance so he got them all right. 

Still he barely slept, awake far too late (or perhaps early?) to continue planning, to find just the right ribbon with which to tie the box. It had to be perfect. It had to be. This was his mission now, his sole purpose and reason. He put off work and blew off friends. It was a family emergency, after all, and by now they were used to his antics. 

On that fateful morning, the one of the party, Jupiter awoke with a pit in his stomach. What if it failed? What if it made things worse? What if they didn't work and all was for naught?

At least the party was not until evening, and so he had all the time in the world for spirals and dreads. 

Downstairs, Jack was sat by the tree, stock still. The only sign of life was the gentle rising and fall of his shoulders with his breath. In his hands he held the box, one that carried all of Jupiter's efforts, though its actual weight would not reflect that. 

Upon hearing Jupiter's arrival Jack turned, slowly. He held the box as thought at any moment it might disappear or shatter or kill him.

"You got me something?" he asked, voice quiet in that early delicate morning. 

Jupiter smiled and nodded, that held breath building in his chest. "Of course, why wouldn't I?" The question was not meant to be answered, though both knew there likely was one.

Hesitating for the briefest of moments, Jack waited, and then tore into the wrapping paper like his life depended on it. He paused when he reached the black box tied with red ribbon, like he was waiting for something again. Nothing happened. 

Slowly, he untied it and pulled off the lid. Jupiter watched with bated breath, praying that he would like it. 

The smile on Jack's face was enough to assure him that the gift was the right one to get. He pulled out the black eyepatch and placed it over one of his eyes, grinning all the while. He did not need to ask what it was for. Jupiter had spent enough time with it so that his intentions were carved forever into its surface.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," he breathed. "It's quiet."

"You're welcome, Jack."

They didn't hug - they didn't need to - but the feeling of doing something right for once, for getting the young boy's smile back, that was all Jupiter needed. 

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[mylittleredgirl]

dear smut4smut author 🔥

Thank you in advance for writing for me! I’m very easy to please as a reader and love being surprised, so I hope you can write something you like.

There were so many wonderful tags in this exchange and I signed up literally 30 seconds before the bell rang, so I may have missed adding some of my always-loved kinks to every request, but I do always love them! You can also assume "and similar tags" are okay for the requested tags. This tumblr has anon asks open if you want to tease or clarify!

I'm usually a "they are/could be really really in love (even if they don't know it yet at the time of the fic)" kind of shipper, but I made a note in the M*A*S*H section where that's kind of different!

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💕 I love: canon divergence | complications (e.g. emotional baggage, working together while in a relationship, traumas inflicted by canon) | episode-related fics | fix-its | friends to lovers | happy/hopeful endings | hurt/comfort | “it’s just casual” to lovers | other canon characters included in the fic | pining | polyamory dynamics | 5-times | all ratings are welcome.

🔥 Kinks enjoyed: aliens made them do it (or local canon equivalent) | blow jobs | body worship (especially related to body changes like aging, scars, weight gain, etc) | edging | hand jobs | masturbation | soft dom/sub (bondage and praise yes; pain and shame no; bedroom dynamic not 24/7 lifestyle) | watching/voyeurism | sweet I-love-you sex works for me too!!

⛔️ DNWs: alternate-setting AUs* | bashing of other characters or past canon relationships | crossovers (except between series in the same universe, like star trek) | hurt no comfort | non-canon nicknames | non-sexual bodily fluids in sex scenes | permanent character death | spelling out accents (for human characters) | unplanned pregnancy unless noted | zombies or blood-sucking vampires (other canon-typical aliens and cryptids are ok!).

*AU clarification: I don’t want alternate-setting (coffee-shop, law office, regency, etc) AUs, but I LOVE what-if canon divergence AUs of all sizes: fix-its, what if X episode ended differently, what if Y foundational thing didn't happen (e.g. “what if Agent Scully wasn’t assigned to debunk the X Files in the pilot episode, but she and Mulder met another way”), as long as they are still the same characters in the same canon universe.

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🌃 Stargate Atlantis 🌃 (John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir)

My home-field ship is Sheppard/Weir, and I love them in every weather! I have also read some great ot3 fics and there really aren't enough of them to meet all the potential. John and Rodney both love her so so much in canon and are people who really don't know how to process or express that, and it makes me want to see how they figure it out... or make it messier. If you're writing that ot3, it's important to me that Elizabeth be a full and loved participant in the dynamic (and not just a guest or a ghost in a McShep fic).

In any case, I really want Elizabeth to be alive! Equally fine with fics set in seasons 1-3, AUs where Elizabeth is rescued or comes back another way, or fics where "that just didn't happen." I'm fine with "came back wrong" or suffering along the way as long as at her core she's Elizabeth and it ends in a hopeful or happy way.

Tags requested:

"Thank God You're/We're Alive" Sex

Aphrodisiacs

Body Worship

Can't Stop Thinking About It - Can't Forget One Night Stand

Clearly The Fact That We Keep Having Sex Is A Series of Unrelated Bad Decisions

Comfort Sex

Desperate Arousal

Dom/sub - Soft Dom

Established Relationship - The Inherent Romance And Eroticism Of Being Known

Hand Jobs

Hurt/Comfort Sex

Masturbation

Mutual Pining

On the run together [Maybe they rescue Elizabeth but can't return to Atlantis for some reason...?]

Praise Kink

Reunion Sex

Sex Pollen

trapped together

Trauma Recovery

Voyeurism

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👽 Stargate SG-1 👽 (Clone Sam/Jack)

I love this ship when they’re still themselves, but now with some understandable existential angst and alienation from both their past and new lives. I love exploring the tension between what they have lost and this new life they have, and the challenges of navigating a relationship when they spent so long NOT being in a relationship. Sexually, it must be so strange (and perhaps also so fun?) to have new bodies with old souls and skills...

"I know it's still you in there" Sex

Body Worship

Comfort Sex

First Time

Hurt/Comfort Sex

Mutual Masturbation With Intent to Watch Each Other in Lieu of First Time Sex

Playful Sex

Praise Kink

Semi-Public Sex

Shower Sex

Tender Sex

DNW: Either of them having sex with other teenagers. DNW exception: I usually DNW unplanned pregnancy, but I'm ok with pregnancy scares or unplanned pregnancy for these two.

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🍺 Cheers 🍺 (Sam/Diane)

This couple is the platonic ideal of “toxic ship that needs to be together monogamously forever as a quarantine measure so nobody else ever has to be part of this.” I love them. They’re the worst. They have incredible sex and want each other so bad it makes them look stupid. I NEED them to annoy each other til death do they part. I will happily read smut, fluff, angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hate-sex-but-secretly-I-love-you-sex, canon-like comedy disaster shenanigans, even an unlikely-fantasy version of them where they go an entire loving fic without torturing each other because they've figured things out feeds my heart.

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Soulmates [they would hate this sooooo much!! a true escalation of their dynamic in the show to cosmic levels]

Argument leads to sex

bickering as foreplay

Clearly The Fact That We Keep Having Sex Is A Series of Unrelated Bad Decisions

Clothing - Black tie dress code

Faking Sex to Fool Someone Watching Results in Real Sex

Kept Constantly Aroused [just imagining them doing a "who will break first" torture game all week in the bar...]

Oral - Sneaking away from public event for risky semi-public cunnilingus

Position - Table Sex

Position - Wall Sex

Reconciliation Sex

Slap Slap Kiss

unexpected tenderness

Wedding Night

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⛑ M*A*S*H ⛑

I'm brand new to this fandom! As of writing this, I have watched through season 4 and it is rewiring my brain daily. They're all trapped together and so they love each other and hate each other and admire and need and pity and sometimes they just like each other. Everyone is horny and everyone's a little pathetic. They're all obsessed with each other in one way or another and I'm obsessed with them!!

I'm always happy to read romantic love, but in this case, these clowns are so situationally codependent that I think "flawed human people who need something in a hard situation and get some of it from each other through sex (and learn something about themselves or each other/maybe grow closer in some way through that)" rings true! (This is not a request to not do romance though if that's what rings true for you.)

About the ships:

I am obsessed with Frank and Margaret's dysfunctional relationship, I have spent waaaay too many hours thinking about What's Wrong With Them. They are so horny it's doing them psychological damage (and doing psychological damage to everyone else in the 4077 who has to think about it). You know they fuck so well.

Hawkeye/Trapper/Margaret has the potential to be really hot or kind of silly or even... surprisingly sweet. I answered an ask about it recently here!! Either this is a case of her calling their bluff because she's fed up, a circumstantial case of irrepressibly horny people huddling for warmth, or maybe they're really taking care of each other when they need it.

Trapper/Margaret: I soooooo wanted them to hook up [and probably regret it] [but could they stop at just once??]. I mean she's hot for him and he's got a lot of charged energy around her and they'd both really like to put each other in their place... 🔥

Hawkeye/Trapper: They are together in all kinds of weather! They are besties, the automatic plus-one for any shenanigan, they're so open with each other, they're so physically affectionate, they'd do anything for each other... (I also answered an ask about them.)

I just realized I didn't click on Hawkeye/Margaret and now it looks like I specifically excluded them.

Hawkeye/Trapper/Margaret/Frank: This one is kind of a writing dare tbh, but the comedy doubles act in every scene with these four makes me curious how it could happen. Couple swap? Both couples having sex in the same place but expressly NOT paying attention to each other (jk unless...)? Is this what will finally get them out of the time loop????

Tags:

"Thank God You're/We're Alive" Sex

Awkward First Times

Can't Stop Thinking About It - Can't Forget One Night Stand

Clearly The Fact That We Keep Having Sex Is A Series of Unrelated Bad Decisions

Clothing - Coming In Pants

Comfort Sex

Desperate Arousal

Frenemies with Benefits

Friends With Benefits

Huddling For Warmth Leads To Sex

Praise Kink

Sex as a Team-Building Exercise

Sex Chicken - 'I won't back down first!' mentality leads to sex

Sex gets paused to deal with PTSD then maybe returned to

Slap Slap Kiss

Switching

Threesome - A/B have sex while C watches

Threesome - F/M/M

Time Travel - Time Loop can only be broken by having sex with specific person

Voyeurism

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🛸 The X-Files 🛸 (Doggett/Reyes, Doggett/Reyes/Scully, Mulder/Scully/Doggett/Reyes)

Doggett/Reyes is a lifelong ship for me, and I love the season 9 dynamics between Doggett, Reyes, and Scully – how they work together professionally, their developing friendships and trust, and their romantic attractions. Some of the draw of an ot4 with all the agents is the idea that their affections for everyone in the group are not equal and not the same, so that makes for a fun dynamic. How does it happen? How do they not just end up killing each other?

Tags:

"Thank God You're/We're Alive" Sex

Blow Jobs

Clothing - Black tie dress code

Comfort Sex

Hand Jobs

Hurt/Comfort Sex

On the run together

Playful Sex

Telepathic Bond [so fascinated by Monica's spooky visions and how she's convinced Doggett has them too...]

Threesome - A/B have sex while C watches

Threesome - Established Couple Seducing Third Character

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That's all! :) I hope you find something fun here to entertain you. Thank you again!

[jensomniac]

About Me

Tagged by: @sullxo

NICKNAME: Jen, jenjen, hey you, (or whatever, ya know?)

SIGN: Pisces

HEIGHT: 5’6"-ish

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: chicken cacciatore

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: D'yer Mak'er by Led-Zeppelin

SLEEP: visit Instagram and youtube on the phone while I'm in bed. Sometimes I get involved and even though I've gone to bed at 11, I'm still watching at 2am. lol

DREAM JOB: I do not dream of labor!!

WEARING: shorts and tshirt

FAVORITE SONGS: D'yer Mak'er and All My Love by Led-Zeppelin, Life in a Northern Town by Dream Academy, Radioactive by The Firm, Got You Where I Want You by The Fly's, Mary On A Cross by Ghost, Heroes by The Hollywood Vampires. 😁💓

FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: twelve-string guitar (specifically Johnny's 12 string, when he's playing it)

AESTHETIC: Johnny Depp (yes, he is now an aesthetic)

FAVORITE AUTHOR(s): Judith Merkle Riley (rip)

FAVORITE COLOR: blue and/or purple

FAVORITE ANIMAL SOUNDS: a porcupine eating a pumpkin, or humpback whales yelling for each other.

LAST SONG: (I don't know, I'm listening to the radio. Probably John Cougar Melencamp, but it's not that Jack and Diane one, thank God, I hate that song.)

LAST SERIES: Ghosts

RANDOM: ???

Tagging: @madamedepp @that-feral-hermitcrafter and whoever else wants to do this.

[zahroreadsthings]

His bundle of names links all our little band of men together; but we call him Quincey.

Hey. Jonathan. Give us his full name. Hey.

[ashleybenlove]

“and judging by one's own wonderful experiences, it must be” 

Seward is being sarcastic! Wow!