#Bridge Carson imagine

[where-dreamers-go]

“Adorably Okay” Bridge Carson x Reader

(A/N: Based on my Imagine: Bridge hearing your thoughts about him. I did not expect to do multiple revisions during and after typing it all up. Warnings: Reference to beginnings of a slight panic attack. Use of (Y/N). Word Count: 1,093 words)

Days could mostly be weird. It wasn’t their fault and it was mainly one’s perspective. Such was how people viewed each day in life.

Your day had been pretty average. Keeping a schedule. No big surprises. People, fellow cadets, around you were overall in pleasant spirits.

No big tests today apparently, you thought.

Sure, you weren’t on a path to become a Power Ranger, but that suited you just fine. There were plenty of other responsibilities. Ones you gladly shared with others throughout your time at Headquarters.

You saw enough of your crush, an actual Power Ranger, regardless of your job position. Lucky you. Your crush, Bridge Carson, was as nice as a dream. The two of you had talked before loads of times, but you hadn’t pursued anything beyond friendship.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how. But you were happy. Fully content to have a friendship with the most cute and intelligent person you knew.

And so darn adorable.

Walking from your room with a book of choice, you made your way through the halls, intent on returning the book to a friend. A cadet, busy as others.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t far, even if S.P.D. Headquarters was enormous.

It was a wonder then, when a familiar pairing of grey and green caught your attention.

“Hey, Bridge,” you greeted as he started walking up to you with a smile.

That smile could brighten any day.

“Hi.” Bridge gave a short wave and quickly begun talking once he stood in front of you. “I heard your thoughts again. You think I’m adorable. How come—.”

A large book slipped from your fingers and dropped to the floor.

Everything in you seemed to go into a static mode, like you were somewhere between panic and complete shutdown. Worried thoughts trying to consume you.

He knows I like him? No. He can’t. What do I do? Why’s he here to tell me? Does he want me to stop?

“(Y/N)?” Bridge tilted his head. “(Y/N)?” His dark eyebrows pinched together in concern.

Upon Bridge’s announcement, it became impossible to function outside of your own mind. You were incredibly ill prepared.

He knows? Your vision hardly picked up details of the flooring. Worry started overtaking you. Pulling you away from your more rational thoughts.

Black-gloved hands grabbed a hold of your arms.

“Hey.” Bridge’s voice was gentle. “Can you hear me?” Thumbs rubbed small circles along your uniform.

He can’t just talk about my thoughts. Gah! Just…you can hear him. Answer him. Something. He’s worried.

Taking a moment or two, you were finally able to nod.

“Okay. Good. Uh.”

Just breathe, you thought. It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t freak him out. He just wanted to talk. It’s Bridge not…something bad.

He took a step closer. “Here.” Bridge placed one your hands on the center of his chest. “Follow my breathing.”

Heat whipped through you in a confusing mixture of surprised panic and nervous excitement.

Okay?

“Breathe in.” His chest rose underneath your palm.

Staring where he held your hand to him, you copied his breathing. It went a little shaky. Yet you made progress.

“Breathe out.”

Exhaling, you felt the beating of your friend’s heart. Your crush’s heartbeat. Strong and uncharacteristically quick.

It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong. You closed your eyes and centered yourself. With Bridge as your anchor, you knew you were safe. No matter what surprising or intrusive thoughts made themselves known, you would be okay. Truly and honestly.

Out of all words to react to. He can’t know specifically how I feel from just that word. Goodness. And he wouldn’t be mean about it.

You swallowed.

“Please don’t surprise me like that.” You muttered, feeling calmer.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft. “Are you all right, now?”

“Yeah… My mind took a turn.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just thinking about you again.”

Your eyes snapped open. “Again?”

“Yeah. Thinking about what we ate yesterday, about what we were reading and which of your thoughts I’ve heard. You know.” His bright brown eyes could hardly keep steady eye contact with you while he spoke.

Glancing down to his chest, you focused on how the rate of his heart beat sped up. Neither of you made a move closer nor away.

“So, it’s okay that I think you’re adorable?” You asked, boldly keeping your hand on him.

Just breathe. This is new. Asking him is fine.

His other hand slipped down to hold your free hand. “Yes.”

Oh. Oh, he likes it?

“When I found you, I wanted to ask: how come you haven’t told me? Out loud. I wanted to know.”

The vulnerable conversation had opened. Both of you equally giving.

“I don’t know.” You answered truthfully. Sort of.

It’s not weird to call someone ‘adorable’, in general. If you know them. And he wanted to know why. Wants to.

“Do you want me to?” You asked quietly.

However empty the hallway appeared, sound carried. There was no telling who could walk by. Who might overhear or see.

The conversation curved closer to the heart.

Goodness and the universe knew how much Bridge meant to you. How much you liked him. Adored him. Even more so after he calmed you.

“Yes and I do like when I hear your thoughts too.” Bridge answered, his hand pressing yours more firmly on his chest. “And I really like you. I hope it’s alright to tell you now.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

Was he truly telling you? Confessing to you?

Your feelings for him were reciprocated?

“Do you like me?” He asked timidly from your silence.

Those warm brown eyes pulled at your heartstrings. Tender and caring. Always attentive when you were near.

“I do. I really like you too.” You whispered.

Releasing both of your hands, Bridge held your face gently. His gaze and smile were just as soft. The speed of his heart was the only contrast.

He likes me. You thought happily, he’s adorable.

“So adorable.” You murmured.

Breathing out a small, delighted laugh, Bridge leaned forward and kissed you tenderly.

Your day had not gone weirdly nor had it been predictable. The day held warmth and good intentions.

A forgotten book.

Two friends standing in a hallway.

Tasks were on standby.

What was a few more kisses shared between two people?

“You’re so adorable and—”

He kissed you.

“—incredibly smart.” You continued and kissed him back.

Bridge smiled against your lips again as you played with his hair.

He was your adorable Power Ranger.

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[tatjana-fantasy]

Why Little Hope’s most mundane interpretation is still amazing

You know what’s amazing about Little Hope’s story? That even its most mundane explanation – everything being an imagination and nothing more – still makes for a heartbreaking experience. This is why I decided to look through the events of the game from the basic “Anthony walks through the town” perspective, and analyze the various places he visits throughout the game, and why they were important to him. Because I believe this may be another way to interpret Little Hope’s story: Anthony coming to town to say goodbye to every place he loved.

(For the sake of argument, we’re mostly going to ignore everything that isn’t “real.”)

We start at the Bus Crash Site, where Anthony is perfectly greeted by the “Welcome to Little Hope” sign. I don’t think the place itself is actually important, but it does force Anthony to head into town, so I think it’s worth mentioning. Similarly, the fog forces him to stay on his path, which is likely Anthony’s own subconscious, guiding him to familiar places.

(Side note: I think it’s very fitting that Anthony can find Eric’s and Rachel’s car here, a reminder of another horrible accident that took place at the edge of town.)

Eventually, Anthony makes his first stop at the Black Cat Bar. Here, he meets Vince, the only other real person in town. It’s quite clear that Vince visited the bar regularly, but I wonder if Anthony visited it, too. We know that he was only an adult for about two and a half months, so he might’ve shared a drink with Vince during them; but even if he didn’t, he likely knew that Vince was a regular customer, which probably inspired him to visit the bar in the first place.

Afterwards, Anthony follows the Main Road, which is basically the red string of the story that ties all places together. Here, he makes a short detour to a vantage point; I can’t pinpoint its exact significance, but it’s easy to imagine that he had certain spots in town he liked to visit whenever he wanted to be alone.

The first bridge Anthony comes across is the part where the fictional characters in-game decide to split up. It’s like a metaphorical bridge for Anthony that allowed him to sink deeper into the depths of his mind; beforehand, his imagination only went so far to imagine all characters relatively close together, but now that he’s deeper in town, his imagination grows.

Meanwhile, Vince glimpses into Anthony’s story every so often, as if to remind him of the reality he doesn’t want to accept. Fittingly, his first cameo happens at the intersection, which can easily be seen as the intersection between imagination and reality.

Shortly afterwards, Anthony comes across a hut with a gun inside it – which raises some interesting questions about whom the hut belongs to, and consequently, who the owner of the gun is. Because of the book you can find inside, I believe it could be Vince, but it’s hard to say for sure since he doesn’t seem to recognize the gun later. There’s also the possibility that Anthony himself deposited the gun here at some point, but I don’t think that’s very likely.

Either way, Anthony continues to the Little Hope Police Department, which is obviously an important place for him, considering he was briefly imprisoned here and made the Crude Doll. But before we actually get to see him explore the place, we jump to Daniel’s POV – and the question of how real the events outside Anthony’s own perspective are. Does he imagine the other characters visiting these places or does he visit them himself? Personally, I’m leaning towards the latter.

We get a look at the Little Hope Middle School, which Megan likely visited, and the Playground, where one of her drawings can be found. It’s quite horrifying to think that all that time, Megan drew her experiences with Carson, but no one paid enough attention to her in order to do something about it.

Anthony enters the General Store next, whose nostalgic value is shown in the comic, where he mentions that he used to buy comics and candy there. Nearby, there’s also a small shack with some runestones and candles, but similarly to the hut above, the owner is difficult to pinpoint. Was it Vince’s and Tanya’s place to practice their Pagan beliefs? Or was Anthony himself a regular visitor? It’s hard to tell for sure, but I think both explanations are likely.

Either way, he explores the inside of the police station next, which must be a painful experience for him. He looks at all the memories he rather wanted to forget, reminds himself of everything he lost. I can’t even imagine how hard that must have been for him!

Exiting the police station, he comes across the Little Hope Bridge, where Tilly Johnson’s memorial makes me wonder about her existence, while Dennis’s band poster reveals more details about the Clarke family. Following the most mundane explanation theory though, this could potentially reveal a very heartbreaking fact about Anthony: That the memorial and the poster didn’t depict his family members, but he sees them anyway, like he can’t stop thinking about the people he let down.

This can also be seen in the Little Hope Graveyard. Because of course Anthony would want to visit his family’s graves; a part of him wants to confront the harsh reality he cannot yet accept.

When it comes to the other graves (like Wyman’s or Abraham’s), I suspect he got inspired here and decided to use their names for his story. It’s also interesting that Anthony comes across Vince right after, because this basically confirms they barely missed each other when visiting the graves of the people they loved.

Continuing to the Woods, I have to wonder about their significance. Sure, the Witch Trial is located here, which is likely a place Anthony was interested in, but I’m not sure if this is the only explanation – especially because the Woods are visited later as well. Is this another red string for the story, like the Main Road? I honestly have no idea, so I’d like to hear your thoughts!

Anyway, after a quick scene on the Main Road where we get a glance at the sewers, Anthony enters the Little Hope Museum. It’s easy to imagine that he used to come here regularly, and in the present, he even visits it twice. The first time, his own mind influenced the things he saw, but his second visit showed him what was actually real. Maybe a part of him knew it all along, so he went back to confirm it.

Following the Main Road, several historical plaques of places and events can be found here, alongside Tilly Johnson’s house and the Execution Site near the Church. The Execution Site is probably part of Little Hope’s historical town tour, while the Church is not only the place where Anthony bumps into Vince again, but also the place Reverend Carson resided. Which is interesting because after a short climb to the Bell Tower, you are free to either explore the church or simply skip everything that might remind Anthony of Carson. It’s the only place that allows that, like Anthony doesn’t want to be reminded of him anymore than he has to. He was probably a regular church visitor, and might’ve confided in him a couple of times, which only strengthens the betrayal he must feel.

Outside Church, Anthony makes a return to the Woods, where he relaxes for a bit and continues on the Dirt Trail, whose significance I honestly can’t tell. However, it does lead up to Mary’s grave, and most interesting of all, the Derelict Building. Since Abraham is properly introduced here, the building has to have a meaning, but what exactly? Was it always abandoned and Anthony came across it one day? Was it a functioning building before? In the flashbacks, Joseph seems to live there, so maybe James used to live there as well? I’m really curious what you think, because I believe there has to be a reason why Anthony wanted to visit this building in particular, I just don’t know what it could be. So, what are your thoughts? :)

Continuing to the Factory and another meeting with Vince, Anthony can find multiple remnants of the past. In the comic, it’s the first building he visits, spending quite some time there, reminiscing of the past and the physical memories it left behind. It’s also obviously the place his father and Vince worked at, so it makes sense that he would want to go there at some point.

From the Factory Grounds, you have to walk quite a bit through the Woods and a small tunnel until you come across the Ruined House, and the Back Yard associated with it. It’s notable that Vince’s old car stands here, like he never moved it away after the fire. And in the Ruined House itself, Anthony finally reaches his destination: Home. Now, he has to decide Mary’s/Megan’s fate, he has to come to a conclusion. But interestingly enough, his own story only ends here if he fails to forgive Megan and/or fails to let his family go; it’s only when he saves at least one person besides Mary that he can continue to the Main Road, where Vince determinantly brings him to his last – and in some ways, first – destination: The Diner. No matter which ending you get, Anthony’s story comes full circle and he leaves the town forever.

Imho, just viewing Little Hope as Anthony wandering around town and nothing more still makes for an interesting, heartbreaking story, and one I personally love – regardless of the interpretation you choose to believe. :)

#little hope #dpa essay #the dark pictures anthology #supermassive games #anthony clarke

[josiebelladonna]

My whole life, I’ve been looking for the warmth of Carson City in 1998 again. Where’s the beach?

I may seem like a sturgeon but I live in a sardine can.

The straits off the coast beckoned you. I still have the faded daguerreotype of you plastered on my arm to guide my way. The blue lights are turning me on.

Diablo canyon becomes you.

your silver is my gold. your olive skin in the martini of my hand.

black hair floating on the ocean surface. He’ll survive when I get there.

you’re the eclipse over the lush woods, the moon set over the Dead Sea, the fullest beauty that I could ever imagine.

my wish to feel the ocean within you will never come true until I leave Malaysia 370 times.

the water is cold to which I lay low in Crater Lake, and I surface in Lake Tahoe.

I’m like a volcano how I swim to the surface and the fire burns on the crown of my head. Maybe I’m the devil?

drowning in fire.

your belly up and I want to kiss you there. I know you’re soft. I feel your silken voice on the back of my neck and I bet you think of me.

would you rather spend the night in the museum or the aquarium?

I make gourmet fish food… does that bother you?

I make gourmet fish food and I have the secrets locked away under the chest drawer. All my memories are bound within there.

I was born on the beach and I lost my way back to the ocean. The salt on my face, the great wide abyss enshrouded with the wind, the clotted of kelp, and I find the smallest tide pool on the side of the road, hoping to find that old sailor again.

the challenger deep resides within me and I’m afraid of you falling in.

I buried my heart under the Golden Gate Bridge and revived it under the Brooklyn Bridge only to keep it a secret with the Gulf Stream.

meet me in Miami where we can dance under the realm of flare guns and stone down some bastards.

don’t swim in the Irish Sea (just don’t).

my heart broke when I was taken. My heart broke more when the ice expanded over the waters and kept me from returning. I vowed I could never feel anything again when the house in the sticks burned up in oblivion.

You’re fascinating. Come here.

the dragonlord rides the kraken for a couple of guilders and you go back in that kitchen for a good time and a pot of boiling water.

pools of blood where my love used to lay are worming their way into your lungs.

the most beautiful veins crowned with tentacles to the point my face turns blue with optimism.

I knew I would find the sea again when my grandmother protected me from the territory. I had the map in hand when my grandfather slipped away from the straits.

there better be a heaven.

#aquatic/mermay-related limericks i wrote late last night 🤷🏻‍♀️ #poetry #prose #words words words #mermay #lyrics #limerick #text

[argyrocratie]

"Standard monopoly, in the microeconomic sense, is when one firm in a market secures a dominant position in supplying a particular good. Radical monopoly, in contrast, is when an entire institutional complex makes the type of good itself artificially necessary in order to exist and crowds out alternatives. “Radical monopoly imposes compulsory consumption and thereby restricts personal autonomy. It constitutes a special kind of social control because it is enforced by means of the imposed consumption of a standard product that only large institutions can provide.”

I use the term “radical monopoly” to designate… the substitution of an industrial product or a professional service for a useful activity in which people engage or would like to engage. A radical monopoly paralyzes autonomous action in favor of professional deliveries.

The classic example of radical monopoly is car culture and its attendant urban sprawl.

Cars can thus monopolize traffic. They can shape a city into their image — practically ruling out locomotion on foot or by bicycle in Los Angeles…. That motor traffic curtails the right to walk, not that more people drive Chevies than Fords, constitutes radical monopoly…. [T]he radical monopoly cars establish is destructive in a special way. Cars create distance…. They drive wedges of highways into populated areas, and then extort tolls on the bridge over the remoteness between people that was manufactured for their sake. This monopoly over land turns space into car fodder. It destroys the environment for feet and bicycles. …A radical monopoly paralyzes autonomous action in favor of professional deliveries. The more completely vehicles dislocate people, the more traffic managers will be needed, and the more powerless people will be to walk home.

Another example is how the institutional complex around the building industry — contracting firms, materials production, building codes, etc. — has reinforced its own power at the expense of convivial alternatives. Favelas and shantytowns — often displaying a high degree of craftsmanship and technical skill — exist on the outskirts of cities all over the Global South (Colin Ward has a considerable body of work on the tradition of self-built housing in the West, as well). It’s entirely feasible, technically, to produce construction materials conducive to self-built housing by amateurs. “Components for new houses and utilities could be made very cheaply and designed for self-assembly.” Not only do local building codes prohibit such construction as unsafe, but they also prohibit competitive pressure for even professional contracting firms to adopt cheaper, vernacular building techniques using locally sourced material, by codifying conventional methods into law.

The problem of radical monopoly is exacerbated by a shared institutional culture that can imagine no solution to the negative effects of radical monopoly but to intensify the scale of the monopoly. With entire sincerity, for the most part, the managerial elites in a given policy area which suffers from the pathologies of radical monopoly are conditioned to perceive as “extreme” any proposed solution that cannot be carried out within the existing institutional framework, by people like themselves. That is, “the institution has come to define the purpose.” The only cure for a managerial bureaucracy’s mismanagement is to give it more resources and control. The standard approach of a managerial bureaucracy is to “solve a crisis by escalation.” Reforms which are carried out within the framework of radical monopoly “escalate what they are meant to eliminate.”[31]

-Kevin Carson, "The Thought of Ivan Illich: A Libertarian Analysis"

#kevin carson #ivan illich

[drshebloggo]

Who's your favorite character in a league of their own? Any hopes or dreams for them next season?

Oh this is a trick question because my favorite character is ALL OF THEM. If I'm choosing upper echelon, we're talking Greta, Clance, Max, Carson... which in itself is maybe a compliment to the writing team, because those four are also the most like main characters? I think it’s so easy on an ensemble to pick faves from the wings, and on a show like this the cast is a whole BUFFET of lovable, well-developed favorites. But those two co-leads and their other halves are rendered so lovingly and perfectly that they get full favorite status for me.

As for next season... there are 24 paragraphs of pondering under this cut. Enjoy?

I find myself playing a game of “what I would do” if I were on the writing team for the show, so I’ll go that route!

The first big question is: where do you pick up, given that S1 ends on SUCH a cliffhanger? I think it’s too unearned to skip ahead unless you use flashbacks and maybe too clunky to pick up RIGHT on the patio where we left Carson and Charlie. If it were me, I’d go flashbacks. I think I’d devote S2E1 to seeing what everyone has been up to in the off season, which lends itself well to skipping around in time/place and doesn’t make it seem like Carson is suddenly on an episode of Lost. But by the end of S2E1, you’ve gotta have the season starting, because it’s the whole point and will bring everyone together again. It’s time for everyone to be back with their teams again.

So what’s everybody been doing? I don’t think I have specific ideas outside Carson and Greta... those two I would have NOT communicate at all during the off-season, where they’re in their own identity storylines. Carson, I would have her wander wherever her playing wages would take her; Greta, she’s in NYC the whole time - each living a lifestyle more akin to the one the other had previously lived. Carson running, Greta staying still. Greta is probably thriving professionally in her job, but it’s probably in sales and she’s probably turning in the performance of a lifetime as a straight woman. I imagine that she invents a husband at war so that she can wear a ring and get clients and coworkers off her back, and I’d like to imagine that she takes great scathing delight in making up the most ridiculous Soldier Guy for her to be imaginary-married to, just absolutely LACERATING everything she hates about 1940s mainstream culture with this invented man she supposedly adores. 

Carson, I dunno. As for the Charlie of it all, it seems pretty obvious that they would be going their separate ways, however painful it’s going to be. Carson seemed to be on the way to spending the off-season without Charlie anyways, but now the truth of her affair (with a woman) is going to blow up any control she might have had over the situation, so it’s gonna be rough. I think Carson spends the off-season/S2E1 almost in exile, and we wonder if her sadness over Charlie might have overshadowed the thrill of liberation that her sojourning was supposed to bring her. But maybe we get some clarification on that before she returns to the league. Maybe she tracks down a Red Wright’s All-Stars schedule and travels to see Max pitch. We get a Max/Carson reunion, a reminder of the importance of The Five, and as Carson sees Max happy we get a glimmer of a reminder of what she’s doing all this for: she’s walking closer and closer to her true self. Let me watch Carson in front of a sunset and smile for the first time since the season ended, happy in this moment on her own embracing a newfound freedom!!

As for Max, that’s another huge question about the structure of S2! Can the Max/Carson connection continue to bridge the two narrative threads they’re leading? I would try to do it in small ways, but not bend over backwards to make it happen. I think the writers should trust that Max can carry half this show without a narrative tether to the Peaches. I’m not sure what that a S2 story arc would entail for Max. She made SUCH leaps in S1, and the arc ended so cleanly and satisfyingly for her at the end of the season. Where to go in S2, and telling different stories of baseball-on-the-road than S1? I’d like to see her relationship with Esther expanded a little more, so that Esther can get brought up to the status of a more developed character. What’s the dynamic with the teammates? Does Max struggle with playing for entertainment over competition? What racism does the team encounter as it barnstorms against white teams? All possibilities to explore.

One thing that seems clear about the larger story for Max is that she’s headed for the Negro Leagues. But it’s not quite time yet, I would think. Toni Stone didn’t join the Negro Leagues until 1946. There wasn’t as much opportunity for women in the Negro Leagues until the MLB integrated, which started in ‘47 with Jackie Robinson and didn’t gain traction right away. In ‘44, most of the Negro Leagues teams were on the east coast and midwest, and the West Coast Negro League wasn’t founded until 1946. (Fun fact! The West Coast Negro Leagues team was founded by Jesse Owens and Abe Saperstein, a Jewish basketball coach who also founded the Harlem Globetrotters. Saperstein was also a Negro Leagues scout for the manager of the Cleveland Indians looking to integrate the American League in 1947. Book rec for baseball history nerds: check out “Our Team” by Luke Epplin, which tells the story of the 1948 Cleveland team that won the World Series with former Negro League players Larry Doby and Satchel Paige. Doby was the second Black major leaguer after Jackie Robinson - and entered the majors overnight from the Negro Leagues, unlike Robinson, who went through a year of the minor leagues to prepare and adjust for the onslaught of racist abuse at the higher level.)

Anyways, I’d love to witness conversations about the plan to integrate the MLB, and shining a light on the tension between wanting equality for Black ballplayers, and the reality that the Negro Leagues would ultimately suffer for losing those players to the MLB. I wanna see Effa Manley fighting like hell to keep the Negro Leagues lucrative! It seems like an easy choice for a show about women in baseball, and Black women in baseball specifically. (Effa Manley co-owned the Newark Eagles with her husband from the mid-30s until 1948.) But I’m not sure that would be happening yet, so I’ll put that away for S3/S4. And maybe they’d shy away from direct portrayals of real people, since they didn’t really do that in S1.

In any case, one thing that is very cool about this time period in baseball, though, is that leagues are everywhere. A lot of Negro Leagues players actually played in Mexican and Cuban leagues, so it would be awesome if the show could weave some of those threads together and show more of the baseball community that existed (and maybe even bring in Lupe and Esti story points). Satchel Paige had a barnstorming team that was wildly popular, so maybe that’s something for Max to encounter before we get to ‘46. Who knows! There’s tons of historical material to uncover and get inspiration from, and I don’t even know most of it.

Of course, the historical reference aspect gives us some idea of what to expect for S2′s larger themes for the Peaches and AAGPBL. The league added two teams for the 1944 season, and publicity and media attention went up. Will Graham has already talked about their plans for S2 to show conflict surrounding the players living more in the public eye. It seems like Charm School will be back (because it was) and will involve elements of media literacy and public speaking that maybe weren’t as present in S1. In S1, the media only cared about Dove. But with the success of the league, it seems like players are going to be in the media. 

Naturally, it would seem that every queer character on the team is going to have to reckon with this, perhaps Greta and Carson most of all. Greta’s probably going to go on more dates with men, and Carson is going to have to Deal With It. I don’t think it would be a comfy season for Greta, because she’s in a long-term relationship for the first time ever (which I don’t expect she’s gonna handle super steadily) and she’s going to have extra public scrutiny on her image that she already curates SO much. Maybe Soldier Husband Overseas becomes useful for her during the season, who knows. But I imagine Greta will be A Little Too Good at media, and Carson will not be (at least at first), and it’s gonna cause conflict. And they’re not going to be able to go out on any dates. Greta’s not gonna want to be seen in public with Carson if there is the slightest threat of cameras around. 

Hopefully, though, the tension of living a queer life in a public world will not retread too many themes from S1. Maybe it will give a chance for Jess or Lupe or Jo to step into more screentime... without having their entire S2 arcs being about negotiating their identity for public consumption. 

Of course, there’s always the possibility that Peaches will be traded. It seems unavoidable, no, with two new expansion teams? Who will go to new teams, who will stay on the Peaches? Will they give story arcs or conflict to any new Peaches? It’s hard to imagine new characters getting a spotlight given that this is an ensemble with plenty of story to go around with the mainstays, but who knows. And who knows what conflict they’ll get from trades? At the same time, at what point does it become more beneficial to keep a core group of characters together because 50% of the show is built on the back of their team chemistry? It’s a hard call.

I’d say that if they want to emphasize the expansion of Milwaukee and Minneapolis (which ultimately fold after one season because of fractured management and lack of support in such big cities, so this is the only time to tell that story) then you’ve gotta put a POV Peach on one of them. Greta’s an obvious candidate because of the media angle - it would be pretty in-character if her shrewd eye easily identifies all the ways in which the branding/marketing of these teams is going to fail. Basically, as it happened, the teams in smaller markets got more publicity because they had less competition in the papers. It makes sense that the league would have tried to put their bombshell-iest player on a new team, only to have it backfire when the media there doesn’t care. Meanwhile, Carson and her complete inability to not ramble through a press question is struggling with laser-focus celebrity attention back in Rockford.

But also do the writers DARE put Carson and Greta on different teams, when so much of their season 1 arc is them choosing to be together? I think they might, tbh. Because now their choice to be together isn’t the conflict; it’s new conflict that makes that choice even harder and they have to stick with it. (But S2 definitely ends with Greta and Carson going off together in the off-season. They’ll end the season stronger, and have the chance to be together-together after that. In my version of this anyways, haha.) I just think if Greta and Carson stay on the Peaches and are subject to intense media scrutiny, it would recycle a lot of the conflict with them from last year. If they’re not in the same city, it lowers the stakes a bit and is less of a concern.

Another interesting question is the possibility that Carson will NOT be a coach, and how that affects her playing. She’d almost certainly butt heads with a new coach. But again, how do you make that a new story, considering what they did with Dove in S1 and how he was Very Much Not The Point. I don’t think this audience is going to care an iota about a male coach going in, so why bother? It’s an interesting dilemma. Maybe Carson stays a coach, which helps fuel the flames of media attention on her as a result. I do think it also makes sense to keep Carson in Rockford, maybe because it increases the possibility of Max-crossover for her. But who knows.

Anyways. Trading works best if you keep Peach clusters, so you can at least build on relationships the audience is already invested in. But which clusters do you pick? There are so many ways to slice it! I think the easiest choice is to keep Greta and Jo on different teams while they continue changing independently. The next thing that comes to mind is considering how to maneuver the queer characters so that they don’t all get isolated, but also so that their storylines aren’t solely about dealing with the threat of being outed. Both ends of that spectrum are depressing!

If it’s me, I’d send Jess with Greta: 1) Jess will hate the big city and Greta will love it and they will squabble; 2) Jess will find the queer spaces and coax Greta back into them (where Greta will make an amazing wingwoman); and 3) if they’re roommates, it gives Carson and Greta a little bit of protected privacy when the Peaches come to town. Also, with the expansion teams getting less media coverage than the original teams, Jess and Greta might have a little more breathing room with their vulnerability as queer players. (Aside: let’s say Jess and Greta go to the Milwaukee expansion. That team is called the Chicks, and the idea of Greta and Jess playing for the Chicks is hilarious. Greta will make one million jokes.)

I really love Lupe and Carson’s dynamic, in that it is SO hard-fought, and part of that journey was realizing that they have so much more in common than they thought. But again, you don’t really want any retread on stories from S1, and I think Lupe needs a S2 storyline independently. I’d love for Lupe to go to another team, maybe Racine, on her own where she can be a leader - AND, maybe there’s a new player who is a phenomenal hitter that makes them a huge threat, which delights Lupe to no end. She stirs up some friendly rivalry with the Peaches and Blue Sox; she and Jo WILL shit talk Carson. (I also want Lupe to make up with the Comets player from the bar. Give Lupe a serious relationship!! I think she is a secret romantic but stubborn about showing it.)

That leaves Esti, Maybelle, and Shirley. I think you keep Esti and Shirley with Carson, because a) I want Carson to learn Spanish to be able to communicate with Esti without Lupe, and b) Shirley will continue to stress Carson the hell out. Or maybe she won’t! I want to see how their dynamic has changed, and how Shirley has changed, after her growth last season. Maybelle, let’s send to Jo because they love each other so much. Reunion!! (But honestly, can we just keep all the Peaches together forever? That’s the dream.)

The only challenge with doling out the original Peaches is how to handle championships. Will this show ever tell a faithful ‘we won a championship’ sports arc? Maybe not, and I think that’s okay. This is not a sports show; this is a character show in the framework of sports. And sports shows have four options: Emotional victory, points victory, emotional defeat, points defeat. The best endings are gonna mix and match those. I don’t think they’re gonna go for emotional defeat outright. Maybe there’s one emotional victory, one points victory, and then the show transcends the need for focus on the winner of a championship, particularly if there aren’t enough focus characters on the team that wins.

As for non-baseball storylines, it seems very likely that Carson’s mom will make an appearance, because she’ll probably see Carson’s name in the paper somehow and show up at a game. I suspect the writers already know what Carson’s mom’s deal was, because the way she was referenced S1 was so specific yet nebulous, I think the writers had to have sketched out SOMETHING. There’s a lot there to work with, in that Carson’s mom was not willing to stay in her role as a housewife and chose some other dream instead. Her version of baseball. It fits her right in with every other character on this show. But what exactly was it?

Whatever it is, it’s gonna surge mixed feelings for Carson, and it makes you wonder if her father and sister have some culpability in Carson’s mom never staying in touch after she left. This seems ripe for a “I wrote you letters” situation where Carson’s dad or sister intercepted them and never told Carson, but who knows. Or perhaps the story that her mom “ran away” is a lie, and she was cast out and shunned... like Uncle Bert. So who knows, maybe Carson’s mom is queer too (shout out to @karatam​ for connecting THOSE dots!!). This show seems pretty unfazed about inviting more queer friends to the ensemble; Carson’s mom would just need to be distinct from Bert, Vi, and the other queer elders we’ve already met.

Regardless, I do think ultimately the goal for Carson’s character is to not be afraid of becoming her mom, which either involves therapy (a 1940s unlikelihood) or a more positive self-identification with her mom. She already hinted at the latter in her argument with Charlie when he says she’s got the same thing her mom has that made her run away. Carson says she doesn’t have as little respect for her anymore, because at least she wasn’t pretending. We’ve gotta go there fully this season, no?

Then there are the Rockford residents - the Chapmans, Clance, Bert and Gracie. We’re guaranteed Clance and Toni time, since Clance is pregnant and Toni is stepping in to support her. It’s gonna be a hard time for Clance with Max AND Guy gone, but I’m hoping we get some good scenes with Toni, and something else for Clance that isn’t just the pregnancy. I’d love to see her send her comics in to The Defender and have them published. I don’t think they would publish them under her name, which would piss her off at first, but the MINUTE Cecil comes bursting through her door raving about the newest comic in paper, she would be SO smug. I also love the idea of Clance having a kind of secret identity, like the superheroes she was writing about. And I definitely want Max to read The Defender every day for its comic, as a way of feeling close to Clance.

I’m also hoping Bert AT LEAST makes an appearance or two. I’d love for him and Toni to work through their issues more and ultimately repair their relationship, but I don’t know how feasible that is. Maybe Gracie takes Clance under her wing too, when she realizes why Clance has quit, and that gives Clance the opportunity to meet Bertie and grow more open-minded. I absolutely need Clance to accept Max for who she is whenever she finds out that she’s queer. I don’t think the show would deny the audience that, but it’s also suggested that Clance might just need a little adjustment time. Maybe Bert can help Clance get there and Clance has time to process without Max so that Max can experience her full acceptance when they do eventually talk about it.

Okay.

Whew.

How does one wrap up a brainspill of this length? Regardless of anything, I trust these writers. And more than anything, I just want more time with these characters, together with each other as much as possible. So I HOPE they get a season 2, and I’ll be along for whatever ride they take us on. Let these scamps all play baseball again!!!

#ask box #aloto spoilers #A League of Their Own TV #why yes this IS over 3000 words #don't mind me

[starryserenade]

Faith & Trust Pt. 2/3

Fic Description: In light of the events of The Sorcerer's Apprentice, Yen Sid finds his once eager and curious apprentice to be overcome by a crippling fear. To reinvigorate his student's fire, he takes him to a world whose very lifeblood is the imagination of a certain "boy who never grows up." But things have changed since the sorcerer's last visit, and the place meant to prove the joys of imagination, might be the thing to reveal its darkest possibilities.

Commentary: A very different story than the one I've been working on. This tale is a bit of a Disney crossover between Fantasia and Peter Pan, and serves as a bridge between the timelines of the Disney Fairies movies to that of Gail Carson Levine's Never Fairies trilogy. Feel free to check out the wiki link below to get a glimpse at the world this story is based on.

Vocabulary

-Clumsies: Humans -"Fly with you!": Nice to meet you! -Queen Ree = Queen Clarion

Links:

AO3

Part 1

Finale Coming Soon

Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg (wiki page)

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The thing about worlds built on imagination is that they tend to follow the imaginer. The whim and ideas that flood a dreamer’s mind are what these places are built on. This is all well and good while their dreams are filled with wonder and magic, when curiosity fills them with hope, and when ‘happily ever after’ falls just in line with what they believed it would be. However, one cruel curse poses the greatest threat to the world of the dreamer. 

Reality.

It is possible to fall so deeply into a dream that one forgets their world does not define another. So when the story deviates, when another player steps outside their role and whispers the unthinkable “no”, the dreamer’s world is shaken to its core. Oftentimes, it begins to crumble.

Peter Pan was never one to believe in other worlds outside his own. This was his dream, after all. His laugh alone could turn night to day, or steer a hurricane from its course. His frown could bring thunder rolling into the sky, or send a pirate reeling into the depths of the sea. When he spoke, no one could disagree. If his words fell outside possibility, possibility would hike up its skirt and move. For as long as he could remember, this had been the way of the world. 

It took one girl to change all that. 

He had been drawn to Wendy Darling in the most peculiar of ways. She’d seemed like most other souls at first. When he smiled, she crumpled. When he invited her towards adventure, she couldn’t say no. She was another wonderful addition to his story and, to be sure, Peter was certain he’d been the one to write her in. 

The problem with Wendy Darling was that she began to change. This was new to Peter. Pirates were pirates, and always would be.  Lost boys were lost boys, and were certain to never grow up. But Wendy? Wendy could do whatever she pleased. When a certain pixie, too caught up in Peter’s spell to control herself, tried to rid Wendy from the world to keep him for her own, Wendy Darling chose to be kind.  When Peter took his attention from Wendy to another, certain she’d be too wonderstruck to care, the girl saw through his childish games and refused to play along. When he’d most wanted her to stay…

She had chosen to leave.  

And slowly, little by little, the rest of Peter’s world became tainted with this idea that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all his to command. Pirates became more cunning, and Peter found he could no longer predict their every move. The lost boys got smarter, and it seemed to Peter that Slightly was becoming a bit too big for his britches.  

Then there was Tink. If anyone had been most changed by Wendy’s coming and going, it was, ironically, the one who’d most wished she’d never come. Tinker Bell had been bound to Peter since the moment they met, drawn to him with such force that it never even occurred to her that she could exist again without him. Then that Wendy-Bird came along, and Tink learned quite quickly that Peter was perhaps not so drawn to herself as she’d been led to believe. That didn’t matter. The enchantment of his presence, his laughter, and his smile still bound her and she knew if he called for her again, she would come. She had to. After all, no one could say no to Peter Pan.

No one but Wendy, apparently, which had put quite a bit of a new perspective on things for Tink. So when the girl left and suddenly, Tinker Bell had Peter Pan all to herself all over again, she found she wasn’t quite sure she wanted him anymore. Of course she still loved him–she couldn’t help that–-but she realized then and there that she was, perhaps, something of a great fairy even without him. So Tink had left too, and Peter felt something he had not ever felt before. He felt lonely.  

And with that, the magic of Neverland began to slip. 

Yen Sid had not known this when he stepped inside the world, the young Mickey clinging to his robe as he trailed behind him. But such is the way of magic. For though, he thought, it had led him here to solve a problem of his own–the fading hope of his once-curious apprentice–it had also found the perfect opportunity to bring a bit of aid to the world itself. Whether the little mouse was up to the task, however, was another situation entirely. But the magic was unconcerned with that. Its job was to grant opportunity–what the individual chose to do with that was up to them.

When Mickey took his first step on Neverland, the island shuddered. For all his fear and uncertainty, the child still possessed a great deal of imagination, and this was a power the world had begun to desperately crave. In Pixie Hollow, Tinker Bell suddenly found herself overcome with a glowing new idea for an invention, and raced off in search of Lost Things to build it with. The Second Star glowed twice as bright and, seeing this, Peter thought that maybe he could manage to pick himself off the floor of the hideout to search for some treasure. Maybe. But deep in the heart of Neverland’s lone volcano, a different sort of creature stirred.  For in the shadow of Peter’s melancholy heartbreak, something dark and treacherous had formed. Mickey’s presence gave it the power it needed to wake.

Imagination goes both ways, after all. 

Mickey followed behind his teacher with tentative steps and a wide-eyed wonder.  He felt as Yen Sid tensed, and knew at once that something wasn’t quite right. 

“Stay close, Mickey,” the sorcerer commanded, with a voice Mickey recognized as one meant to scare him, but not Scare him. His curiosity only grew, but he dared not race off to satiate it. Not after what happened last time. So he settled with looking about him, wondering how any world could have ever become so endlessly green. 

Meanwhile, Yen Sid trudged along with a wary eye. The world seemed its usual self to anyone not well versed in the art of magics. But the sorcerer could sense the mischievous nature of the island was in a frenzy, and it clustered around the mouse with which he traveled. With his usual frown, he silently urged it to depart from them—he wanted to reinspire his apprentice, not frighten him all over again.  By heavens, where was that Peter Pan?

“Stay here,” he urged the mouse at last as they encountered a particularly thick patch of jungle.  While the ferns and foliage parted seamlessly around the sorcerer as he walked through them, Mickey was not nearly so fortunate, and his robe was becoming tangled in all manner of vines and twigs. So silently, the child obliged, and found a place atop a fallen log where he sat swinging his legs as his teacher continued on through the wood in search of someone Mickey didn’t know.

There was quite a lot to take in, even in this little patch of the world. The insects alone were more vibrant than any Mickey had seen, and he wondered as he saw a butterfly passing by if it was here that Yen Sid had found inspiration for some of his most colorful spells. He shuddered a bit as he thought of that, and the memory of his watery escapade flooded his mind all over again. A sick feeling settled in his stomach. No more magic. No more imagination. He’d proven he wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing. 

Still, it was hard not to entertain a little bit of creative thought as he sat staring about him. The sunlight filtered through the canopy in golden streams, and Mickey thought it fun to imagine these to be little rivers of pixie dust, carrying with them dancing fairies (which were, really, little bugs and falling leaves) in a winding parade to the forest floor. Yen Sid had mentioned fairies before, hadn’t he? There was one Mickey had always thought particularly interesting, but he couldn’t seem to remember their nam-

No sooner had he begun to think this than something raced by him, too quick to clearly see. With it came the sound of light jingling, and the leaves about Mickey were swept up in such a way that he couldn’t help but sneeze as they brushed across his nose. He swiveled his head to follow the sound, and watched as thousands of sparkling lights settled on the forest floor before swiftly fading away. 

His fur stood up and his tail straightened, the very curiosity he’d tried so hard to resist tingling across his entire being.  Yen Sid’s instructions still hung over his head, but they were quickly losing their hold.  He slid off the log and peered into the shadows, a tentative grin making its way onto his face. It wasn’t really mischief if he only went a little ways away, right? He’d be back before the sorcerer ever knew the better. 

Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him through the foliage towards where he’d seen the creature fly. Mickey couldn’t help himself. His excitement had gotten the better of him and for the first time in weeks, it was enough to drown out the fear.

The jungle foliage soon grew sparse, dirt and leaves replaced instead by soft sand beneath his slippers.  Mickey kicked off his shoes when it became too difficult to walk on the shore, and laughed as the sand dusted his fur. The ocean rolled in gentle waves, brushing up the shoreline, and its sound nearly disguised the jingling that came from nearby. Nearly. 

Mickey drew in a breath when the sound tickled his ears and grinned widely, turning to face it. A faint glow emanated from a small clump of reeds. He tiptoed towards it and gently parted the grass, but the being within was too focused on their own task to notice the comparatively giant creature peering its way.

To be fair, Tinker Bell had a lot to occupy her. There was a pair of Clumsy spectacles lodged deep in the sand that she was having a grand, ol’ time trying to dig out. She hadn’t quite decided what she was going to use them for yet, but she figured the glass might be good for conducting sunlight, and she was sure Fira or Iridessa would be happy for some help. The frames she would keep–she’d gotten a neat little idea out of the blue this morning, and though she wasn’t quite sure how or why she was going to execute it, something told her these would come in handy. 

If she could get them out, that was. She’d been yanking on one of the bars for quite some time already, and it refused to budge. Face red with both effort and frustration, she gave it a little kick before grabbing hold with an even tighter grip and yanking with all her might.  Something moved this time, only it wasn’t the spectacles. Tink went flying backwards in a flurry of pixie dust, landing straight in a soft bunch of scarlet something or other.

She sat up and shook her head dizzily, wondering just what had broken her fall. Something like crushed velvet surrounded her, and she tilted her head curiously. If there had been another Lost Thing so close to the spectacles, she was certain she would have noticed it. So what…?

No, not what. Who.

She jumped up in a burst of pixie dust, and flew as fast as she could to the other side of the reeds. It wasn’t Peter, and certainly not one of the lost boys–none of them would touch the color red aside from a feather or two (red was a Pirate color, they had long since decided). But if it was a pirate, she had an inkling she’d have been a bit too late to escape their clutches.  

Cautiously, she peeked out from one of the reeds to see if she could spot the culprit.  She could spot him, all right, considering he wasn’t exactly hiding now, but she’d never seen anyone quite like him before. He was about Tootles’ height, if not a bit smaller, and Tink briefly wondered if maybe he was a Lost Boy after all, judging by the ears atop his head. But no, no…those were his.  As was the little tail that wound behind him. She supposed he was a mouse of sorts, though he looked like none Tink could recall, and there was an air of the Clumsies about him too.

When he caught her looking his way he froze, then gave a shy little wave. Tinker Bell wasn’t sure what to think about that. So she reacted as she usually did when someone had minorly inconvenienced her plans for the day, and flew right up to him with a cherry-red face and a load full of colorful tinkling that gave Mickey quite a few new choice words to ask Yen Sid about later on. 

That was the strange part, really. Because Tink noticed after a few minutes of ranting that the mouse did seem ashamed, which would have only made sense if he actually understood what she was saying (about how he had interrupted her very important work, and nearly scared her half to blinking out).  Tink stopped her rambling and, slowly, her fiery cheeks cooled. Now she was Curious. And if she was Curious, there was hardly room for being Angry. 

With a flutter of her wings, she alighted onto the intruder’s nose and peered at him with scrutinizing eyes. Queen Ree had mentioned “The Gift” before–a phenomenon in which a Clumsy could understand the fairies’ distinct tinkling voices–but few of Neverland’s visitors possessed its talent. Peter was one of those few, of course, as was Hook (unfortunately). But just who was this strange newcomer who seemed to wield it, too?

She started when he spoke, and just barely caught enough to actually hear his name. Mickey, apparently. She didn’t know why, but the sound of it made her want to smile. Her wings flitted ever so slightly as she dipped in a tiny curtsy and introduced herself. 

Tinker Bell. Er…Tink! Fly with you!

Mickey’s eyes sparkled, and he couldn’t keep from laughing at the sheer excitement running through his veins. A real life fairy! How lucky was he?

Tinker Bell laughed a bit too, having simmered down from her tirade. This new friend of hers was really something. But, as with most tinkers, it was difficult to keep her mind in one place for very long. Before she knew it, she found herself drawn back to the Lost Thing she’d been so unsuccessful in retrieving. 

Mickey watched as Tinker Bell fluttered off his muzzle and darted instead to the rusty pair of glasses still buried in the sand. She looked lost in thought, and he realized she was still trying to figure out a way to retrieve the item. He couldn’t imagine why she’d want such a dirty, broken old thing, but figured he might as well help. 

It took Mickey considerably less effort to pull the spectacles out of the sand and, when he did, Tinker Bell twirled around with such excitement that pixie dust landed all about his fur and robe. He let out a little yelp, scrambling for something to grip onto as he felt himself lifted off the ground. Tink, on the other hand, seemed less than concerned. She had been a bit distracted while inspecting the spectacles but upon seeing Mickey’s skybound state, she smiled widely and flew up beside him. After all, it had been a while since she’d had a partner to search for Lost Things with–it would be fun to teach someone else how to fly alongside her. Someone who wasn’t Peter Pan.

Meanwhile, the boy in question was having his own sort of adventure, though it wasn’t nearly as easygoing as usual. You see, when Tink had gone back to Pixie Hollow, her pixie dust had, clearly, gone with her. So Peter was left to journey about as anyone else might have, and now was faced with an arduous climb up Torth Mountain in search of treasure. It was the first real adventure he’d embarked on since Wendy had left, and the work might have done him some good had his mind not been set on such sour thoughts.

Who did that Wendy think she was, anyway, leaving adventures and fun behind to…ergh…grow up? Why, Neverland was ten times better than the world outside the Second Star. If she wanted to leave and become a boring, ol’ grown up then fine. His world was better off without her. 

Of course, Peter didn’t really think that. But he was so unaccustomed to having someone he cared about do something he didn’t like, that he wasn’t actually sure what to think. It was much easier to assume that Wendy herself was the problem, rather than to admit that maybe his perfect world wasn’t so perfect to everyone. 

At long last, Peter reached a ledge near the mountain’s peak and hauled himself over the last bit of rock to climb up on it. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and frowned. Flying would have been a whole lot easier but Tink was still being temperamental for some weird reason, and he wasn’t going to be the one to apologize. He’d done nothing wrong, after all. 

Besides, here he was all by himself at the top of the mountain. The mouth of an enormous cave loomed before him and he cracked a mischievous smile. There was treasure in there for sure, and he didn’t need anyone else to help him find it. With a haughty sniff, Peter strolled inside the cavern. 

Torth mountain was an interesting part of Neverland. It was one of the few places that never seemed to have much, if any, color, and this cave was no exception. Peter was not one to think things through but even he had to wonder why he’d never noticed the cavern before when he had explored Neverland countless times over. As the darkness surrounded him, a feeling of unease that he wasn’t used to settled in his stomach, and he found himself wishing very much that Tink was there to light the way. 

All that vanished when, just ahead, a distinct orange glow came into view. 

Treasure. Only not the kind Peter had thought.  

The disappearance of all Peter’s qualms, and the rising temptation to approach this strange glow, was anything but chance. A deep, dark magic was at work, pulsating from the object to which Peter now made his way. Light fell across his face in an eerie streak as he studied it, and a strange grin crept across his lips. The object’s shape was like that of an egg, though dark and slick as obsidian. Fiery cracks made their way out from the surface it rested on, the source of its glow. Strangest of all, the closer Peter got, the bitterer his thoughts became. 

If Wendy had been there, she would have certainly been the one to talk sense into him. But she was not, and that alone was enough to drive Peter’s selfish ignorance to dangerous levels.

With a thought of deliberate defiance, he reached out and grabbed the egg. 

Outside, in the space just outside the Lost Boys’ hideout, Yen Sid stood straight up. He felt the change before anyone in Neverland noticed anything at all, but he knew at once that something terrible was about to happen. Slightly, Nibs, and Tootles, all of who seemed clueless as to Peter’s whereabouts, were arguing about something inconsequential when the sorcerer lifted his hands in a rush of magic to silence them. They looked at him with both frustration and confusion, wondering why they were suddenly unable to produce any sound. But in the wake of their own quiet, a distinct silence fell over all of Neverland. 

Mickey had been clumsily making his way through Tink's flight lesson when a deafening noise thundered across the island. It was enough to frighten away all his happy thoughts, if only momentarily, and he plummeted to the sand with a yelp. Tink remained hovering in the air, hardly moving as she stared up at one distinct part of the island where a plume of smoke and fire exploded into the air.

Torth Mountain was on fire.

#Faith & Trust #Faith and Trust #StoriesComeAlive #my writing #fanfiction #disney fairies #Gail Carson Levine #Mickey Mouse #Fantasia #Yen Sid #Kyto #Tinker Bell #Peter Pan

[skoulsons]

if anyone is interested. live notes of mine while watching ep5

AHSOKA EP5 UNHINGED NOTES

Jacens so cute

HIM HIDING BEHIND CHOP

the way he peaked out 😭

HUYANG WITH SABINES HELMET

DOES HE THINK SHE DIED

‘I told them to stay together’ :((

‘They never listen’ :/

SHADOW WARRIOR

OHEJDOSB DOEHDNEOHS WI OH

world between world looks so cool

ok actually not ready for this conversation uhhhhh

YOU LOOK OLD 💀💀

baylan Skoll my boy

IM HERE TO FINISH YOUR TRAIJIJG

he’s so close to her why am iiiiiii

snips :(

can they hug actually.

OOIEHZ F SNTHE BLUEEEEE

I WOKT FIGHT YOU

IVE HESRD THAT HEFORE SJXHSKHDKSHSKSHDKS

I KNOW SHE SAYS THAT IN REBELS WHEN HES VADER AND THE WIAGDKWBDBDKSGSKS

I never finished clone wars or got very far or seen rebels in full I can’t imagine how this feels to the big big fans are you guys ok

SENATOR ORGANA :(

jacen what do you see bby

He’s so force sensitive.

LISTEN TO YOUR SON HES LIKE YOUR HUSBAND

THE LIGHTSABERS

bro world between worlds is crazy how does this even work

THE SCOREEEEEEEE SIDHSKDHSK ITS SO DELICIOUS 🤌🏻🤌🏻

THE GHOST I love hearing it called that

JACEN HAS ABILITIES HIS FATHER KANAN WAS A JEDI WE GOR THE NAME DROP AND THE CONFIRMATION AND THE AND

ohdkshdsk not Anakin’s iconic move

I love their footsteps on the bridge(??)

oh. oh no. are we getting flashbacks.

what’s going ON

O RN SKFHSKD ITS ORDER66 ZisNT IT

holy shit. it’s the 501st and anakin leading them.

OR NOT??? What’s going on

Hayden as clone wars anakin whatsjshskhsjdg

live action ahsoka wjayskwhkshd

TEMURA????? ?:?/?

GET AEAY FEOM THE ME HIS HAND ON HERS WHCIH CLONE IS THATD SKDHKSDHSJDHSK

REXRSRXWRXRSRXWTXRREXREXREXRSRX THATS GOTTA HE REX AFORSS FROM ANI RIGHT

is that aayla too i can’t tell but that’s gotta be rex right RIGHT

ITS REXRS DJSGDKSGDKSDGSKSGGS REX MY SWEET BOY DMDHDKDHD VEISHSMSVD

this is so weird in a good way but it’s WEIRD

imsorry I’m still kinda losing it over rex.

OFJGJHHHGGHA DBA THE VADER CHANGE THE CHANGE TO VADER AND BACK TO ANAKIN theyre reallt jusf teasing

xwings are so beautiful

‘You do things your way bc you care. That’s why people like you’ that’s like the nicest thing Huyang has said

Oh wonderful 💀💀

OOOOH she’s got two sabers now

OOOOH THIS IS THE MANDALORIAN ARC I REGNOGIXE THE ARMOR

AND THEYRE THE 332ND THE CLONES THEYGE GOT THE ORANGES AND WHITE AND BLUE

REXXXXXXX NIFE WORK COMMANDER MY LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER

INLOVE HIM SO MUCH DISHDKDHDKDH

her s7 armor 🤌🏻

SIEGE OF MANDALORE YEAH YEAH YEAH

He looks SO s7/rots anakin I love this

Oh wow that shot looked very reminiscent oh the one from rots (I think form what I remember it’s been a minute)

OUIHRBS DENITS RED NOW

OOOHDBA FEKSJ THAT SHOT THATS SUCH A GOOD SHOT THEYRE LIKE SILOUHETTES WIRH THE LIGHTSABERS AND ASKDHSKDH

ENAODHWKSH THE ANAKIN TO VADER TO ANAKIN SKDHEKSHDKV STOP THIS DAVE

HIS EYES :(((

his one eye being red and the other being normal akdhskdhskdhhafsu

I know it might be the saber but also.

THEY STILL LOOK SO SITHY WHDJDID

THEYRE NORMAL YEAHHHHH

he’s gone :(

COULDNT THEYBHAVE HUGGED?????

aw she’s all tucked in <3

oh WHOA her thing is off I don’t think it’s ever been off before

not to take away from everything this episode has been so far but I really just like one scene with baylan and his daughter shin please.

heras little family :(

AWWWW AJDHAKDB CUYE LITTLR HUG LOOK AT THEM

Ahsoka cradling his head 😭

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” Love huyang

come onnn ahsoka

DOTS ARE CONNECTING

Chops “uh oh” 😭

PURRGILSSSSS

FOLLOW THOSE PURRGILS

is it two r’s or two l’s I forget

they just spawned In 💀

they’re so gross and cool at the same time

I feel like they should be following the current and not against it but. what do i know

oooh big boy

so. I don’t know what’s gone with them what is the goal here how do they work exactly

LOVE her white outfit are you KIDDING

AW THEYRE SWIMMING IN CIRCLES

do they get eaten or

ok well this is definitely going to end badly

carson 💀💀💀

CARSON

‘Kiddo’ im cool 🤠

orhskd it’s eye

looks like the mouth from nemo.

this is so insane

“I have no idea” 😭💀

THEYRE CHARGING UP TO JUMP

They way their tails light up 😭

#don’t actually answer any questions I put in here please #don’t be that guy #IM SO EXCUTED FOR NEXT WERKBWKSJDKSHDKS #ahsoka tv #ahsoka spoilers

[augment-techs]

"Pillow Talk" Skull/Billy

"Quite the catch" Bulk/Jason

"Royal pain in the ass" Jack/Sky

Since it's a three in one, I'm going with a theoretical summary/synopsis cluster. Singles next time, please, it makes this a lot cleaner ^^; Title: reckless ambivalence Rating: M Relationships: Billy Cranston/Eugene Skollovitch; Billy Cranston & Farkas Bulkmeier; Billy Cranston & Matthew Cook & Grace Sterling; Billy Cranston & His Parents; Eugene Skullovitch & Stan Skullovitch; Ranger Ensemble. Additional Tags: Coma; Monster Attack Aftermath; Physical Abuse; Parental Neglect; Scarring; Blood; Sibling Relationship; Pining; Guilt; Hand Holding; mention of the Annual Comic that nobody ever brings up gdi; Zordon Admitting to Being a Dick; 5+1 Things. Summary: Billy keeps getting dreams that don't feel like dreams in the aftermath of getting into a verbal fight with Skull, followed by a monster smashing him so hard into a wall that the punk fell into a coma. They were too detailed and the environment felt too much like that time he and his team walked out of Drakkon's make believe world and out into the very ether of the Morphin Grid. "Why do I have to come back again? What do I have to learn?" The questions shouldn't sting so much after the second time he asks Billy, dressed in a hospital gown and draped in orange light like a sundown. Looking so tired and resigned and eyes all wide and wet. But then, Billy actually thinks about it, looks into all the stuff he's missed out on since falling out of Skull's orbit (abandoning him) and begins to feel like he can't breathe: going through Skull's overly full medicine cabinet, helping the nurses in the hospital bathe the blood and sweat off of the scars decorating his back and arms and legs, talking with Bulk about how thin Skull is because his family is always gone and not a lot of people were willing to hire him for odd jobs. What could Billy answer with that could make Eugene (come back) stay?

Title: sheets of egyptian cotton Rating: M Relationships: Farkas Bulkmeier/Jason Scott; Previous Jason Scott/Tommy Oliver/Kimberly Hart; Billy Cranston/Eugene Skullovitch; Rocky Desantos/Adam Park/Aisha Campbell; Zack Taylor/Trini. Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Underwear Model/Ambulance Driver; Kink Model/Nursing Aid; Eating Disorders; Anxiety; Mention of Physical Abuse; Meet Ugly; Substance Abuse; Frottage; Oral Sex; Cuddling. Summary: Probably the worst way to meet a model that Jason could think of was when some asshole got handsy during the after party and the biggest model on the line gets hit in the head with a champagne bottle trying to get the asshole to get the hell out. Still, Jason could kind of count himself lucky. It wasn't every day that he got to meet a plus sized model without a filter from the pain meds wearing nothing but the silky boxer briefs he had on the runway. Or his skittish friend from the BDSM showcase in the building across the street showing up at the hospital in nothing but a silk see-through kimono and an exceptionally complicated looking ensemble with leather and lace. * Title: dancing on the head of a pin Rating: T Relationships: Jack Landors/Sky Tate; Anubis "Doggie" Cruger/Kat Manx; Z Delgado & Bridge Carson & Syd Drew. Additional Tags: Heartbreak; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; That Last Episode Girlfriend Never Really Sat Right With Me; I Do Like Piggy but We ALL Know He'd Find a Way to Fuck Up; Jack Landors Needs a Hug; Sky Tate Kicks Some Ass; Z Delgado is Coming for Blood. Summary: Here's a level of hell that Jack could not imagine when he quit the SPD and went into business with a new girlfriend and Piggy that the ex-Red Ranger was not expecting: his relationship with Ally ending with her and Piggy hooking up and her cheating on him FOR MONTHS before he found out. One would think he was utterly bullet proof, but even after a whole year of taking on the worst of the worst, fighting an intergalactic menace, almost dying; Jack was as emotionally vulnerable as that kid who grew up on the street with nothing and no one. Somehow, though, Jack didn't mind Sky seeing him so vulnerable.

#ask fill #prompt fill #boom! comics power rangers #power rangers spd #jack landors x sky tate #jason lee scott x farkas bulk bulkmeier #billy cranston x eugene skull skullovitch #mmpr #ggpr

[carsonnichols]

ever since new york

spring - five years into the future after eli's nyc show

Sylvia follows Carson through the streets of New York, grinning as she looks around.

Carson grins, swinging their hands, “Sylvie?”

She hums and looks up at him with a smile, “Yeah?”

He smiles, “you’re the love of my life.”

Sylvia grins brightly and leans her head against his arm, “You’re mine. Always have been.”

Carson smiles and kisses the top of her head, “that means everything to me.”

Sylvia squeezes his arm and grins, “You mean everything to me.”

He grins, “It’s so mutual, baby..”

Sylvia leans up on her toes and kisses him happily.

Carson grins and returns the kiss.

Sylvia pulls back and nudges her nose against his with a smile.

He smiles widely, “What’s something you really wanna do or see here before we go home?”

Sylvia hums softly and tilts her head to the side, “I think we have to do Empire State Building but also I wanna see the Brooklyn bridge.”

Carson grins. “okay, we’ll definitely do those things then.”

She nods with a grin, “What about you?”

He smiles, “I wanna see some sites in Central Park.” They round the corner and he grins as the park appears and he tugs her along.

Sylvia squeezes his hand and nods her head, “Right now even though it’s late?”

Carson nods and smiles, “Yeah. They have fairy lights set up in certain areas and it’s supposed to be really pretty.”

She raises her brows and grins, “Oh cute!”

He grins and swings their hands as they walk.

Sylvia laughs and laces her fingers with his.

He smiles widely at her and lifts their hands to kiss hers.

Sylvia grins and leans into his side.

Carson smiles widely and kisses each knuckle.

She laughs and shakes her head, “Carson..”

His brows raise and he laughs, “Yes, my love?”

Sylvia grins and shakes her head, “Nothing, I just love you.”

He grins widely. “I love you too.”

Sylvia squeezes his arm as she looks around while they walk, “It’s so different from home.”

Carson nods his head, “It is. It’s fun though.”

Sylvia nods in agreement and smiles, “I mean, it’s definitely the city that never sleeps. Tahoe is so quiet.”

He nods and smiles, “Tahoe is the opposite of here.”

She laughs as she shakes her head, “Total opposite. And I wouldn’t want to live here but it is fun to experience. I mean it’s even different from LA.”

Carson grins and nods, “definitely good for a get away but not for forever.”

Sylvia laughs with a nod, “You get me, Car.”

He smiles widely, “I do get you.”

Sylvia giggles and kisses his shoulder, “You’re my best friend.”

Carson grins widely, “And you’re mine.” They reach Bow Bridge where there are a ton of fairy lights strung up to illuminate the scenery and he brings her into it.

Sylvia widens her eyes and looks around, “Oh wow! This is beautiful!”

He smiles widely, “Almost as beautiful as you.”

She grins and squeezes his hand, “You’re so sweet.”

Carson smiles at her, “Sylvie, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Sylvia smiles brightly and tilts her head to the side, “You know I feel the same way.”

He smiles, “I do know. I know that you love me just as much as I love you and that it’s unconditional. And that’s why I brought you here. To ask you something..” He takes out the ring box and sinks down onto one knee in front of her as he opens it, “Will you marry me, Sylvie?”

Sylvia gasps in surprise as her hand flies up her mouth and her eyes well up, “Carson…” She nods her head quickly and grins, “Yes..yes! Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Carson grins widely and takes her left hand, sliding the ring onto her finger and he kisses it on her finger.

She grins widely as she lets happy tears drop onto her cheeks and she shakes her head, “I had no idea! Oh my god, come here.” Her hands move to his cheeks as she leans down to kiss him.

Carson returns the kiss with a grin, standing up so they both can.

Sylvia kisses him happily and slides her hands onto the back of his head.

His arms move around her and he picks her up, twirling her around as they kiss.

She squeals against his lips and pulls back to laugh, “Oh my god..you are officially my fiancé.”

Carson grins widely, “We’re getting married!”

Sylvia giggles and slides her fingers through his hair, “Does everyone else know?”

He laughs, “Your dad, Eli, Jade, and Teddy.”

She grins and leans her forehead against his.

Carson smiles and squeezes her tight.

Sylvia smiles and closes her eyes, “I love you, so much.”

He grins widely, “I love you so much.. fiancée…”

She laughs and looks up at him, “You’re gonna be my husband.”

Carson grins, “I cant wait to make you my wife.”

Sylvia giggles and kisses him happily.

He grins widely into the kiss.

She tilts her head into the kiss and hums happily.

Carson grins and rubs her back.

Sylvia pulls back and grins as she brings her hand down to look at the ring.

He smiles widely and laughs happily as he watches her before taking out his phone to take a picture.

She grins at the ring then up at him, “It’s beautiful..”

Carson grins and takes another photo of her, “just like you.”

Sylvia giggles and holds out the ring for the picture.

He laughs and takes a close up of the ring.

She grins and leans up to kiss him again, “Let’s find someone to take our picture.”

Carson grins, “Okay, baby.”

Sylvia stops a nice couple also walking and asks them to take their picture. She moves back next to Carson and puts her hand on his chest, showing off the ring.

He grins brightly for the first picture and then kisses her temple for the second.

Sylvia smiles widely for the pictures and looks up at him for the last shot before thanking the couple and taking the phone back.

Carson thanks the couple and he hugs her tight.

She hugs him back and giggles, “Is this why you wanted to come here tonight?”

He laughs and nods, “Yes it is.”

Sylvia grins up at him and shakes her head, “I am still so surprised.”

Carson grins, “I’m really glad I was able to surprise you.”

She pecks his lips and slides her hands over his back.

He smiles widely, “Lets go eat and celebrate.”

Sylvia nods with a laugh as she takes his hand.

Carson grins widely, “My fiancée!”

She blushes as she swings their hands with a laugh, “And my fiancé.”

He laughs happily as they walk.

Sylvia grins up at him and squeezes his hand.

Carson smiles widely, “We should find a venue and set a date, even if it’s years from now.”

She nods in agreement and smiles, “In Tahoe, right?”

He nods and smiles, “undoubtedly.”

Sylvia hums and squeezes his hand, “Winter time?”

Carson grins and nods. “Absolutely.”

She grins widely at him and nods, “Perfect.”

He smiles and kisses her head.

Sylvia leans into his arm and grins.

Carson grins, “Syl?”

She hums and looks up at him, “What?”

He smiles. “I’m so excited.”

Sylvia grins widely and raises her brows, “Have you thought about what you want for a wedding?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “Just the bride.”

She smiles up at him and squeezes his hand, “Well I know that. I wanted I was going to marry you since we were kids.”

Carson smiles, “I liked the way the fairy lights looked. Maybe we could incorporate those.”

Sylvia grins with a nod, “I love that idea.”

He grins widely, “and it’ll connect our proposal with our wedding.”

She hums happily and nods her head, “I’ll start a Pinterest board.”

Carson grins and nods, “perfect.” He stops outside a restaurant to read a menu, “how does this sound?”

Sylvia looks over the menu and nods her head, “Perfect. I’m hungry.”

He smiles and opens the door to the restaurant for her.

She thanks him and walks inside, nodding to the bar, “Let’s just sit there.”

Carson smiles, “Okay.” He goes to sit with her, “Champagne to toast?”

Sylvia nods with a laugh, “Oh yes!”

He smiles widely and when the bartender comes over Carson orders champagne and their truffle fries.

Sylvia slides her hand onto his leg and grins before looking at her hand with the ring.

Carson watches her with a cheesy grin on his face.

She grins at the ring before looking up at him, “It’s..perfect.”

He presses a big kiss to her cheek.

Sylvia giggles and squeezes his thigh.

Carson grins and pulls back, “it looks so beautiful on you.”

She grins at the ring and leans her chin on his shoulder.

He presses a kiss to her forehead, “I’m so happy you like it.”

Sylvia grins and nods her head, “It’s exactly what I imagined.”

Carson grins even bigger, “and the proposal was romantic enough?”

She smiles brightly and nods her head, “I would’ve loved it if it was in our living room while eating Chinese food.”

He smiles and kisses her lovingly.

Sylvia returns the kiss with a hum.

Carson grins against her lips.

She pulls back as the champagne arrives and she grins, “Cheers!”

He grins, “Cheers!” He taps his glass against hers.

Sylvia clinks her glass with his and laughs, “To getting married!”

Carson smiles widely, “to you saying yes!”

She giggles and takes a sip with a happy hum.

He grins and sips his as well.

Sylvia grins and sets hers down, “We’ll get to take a honeymoon, too.”

Carson grins, “where do you wanna go?”

She sips her drink and hums happily, “Somewhere warm.”

He smiles, “relaxing only or do we wanna eat good?”

Sylvia tilts her head to the side and laughs, “Both!”

Carson grins, “Italy? Greece?”

She grins and points at him, “Both?”

He laughs, “Okay.”

Sylvia giggles and nods her head, “Question though.”

Carson raises his brows and smiles, “Yessss?”

She smiles and squeezes his thigh, “Do you mind if I hyphenate my last name?”

Carson hums, “Can I hyphenate mine too?”

Sylvia nods with a grin, “Of course.”

He grins, “Then I don’t mind at all. Not that I would’ve anyways.”

She grins and kisses his cheek, “Thank you. I just know my dad would want Dr. Montez somewhere in my name.”

Carson smiles, “And I love and respect your dad.”

Sylvia grins and nudges her nose against his, “I know, he loves you.”

He grins and kisses her softly.

She returns the kiss with a grin.

Carson sighs happily and rubs her leg.

Sylvia leans into him and kisses him happily.

He smiles widely and slowly pulls back, “Who are you gonna text first?”

She grins and sips her champagne, “Probably my family.”

Carson grins widely and sips his champagne, “I cannot stop smiling.”

Sylvia giggles and leans her head against his shoulder, “Me neither.”

He sighs happily and kisses her head.

She hums as the food comes over and she lifts her head, “Oh yes.”

Carson grins widely, “good I was starving.”

Sylvia nods as she laughs and starts to dig in.

He smiles widely as he eats with her and he taps his foot against hers.

Sylvia laughs as she shakes her head, “I had no idea how hungry I was.”

Carson laughs, “Should we get more food?”

She shakes her head and laughs, “No this is perfect.”

He smiles at her lovingly, “Okay, baby.”

Sylvia nudges her elbow against his and smiles, “Unless you want more.”

Carson grins, “We’ll get dessert.”

She grins and nods her head as she leans closer to him, “How about room service dessert with the fancy hotel robes on?”

He grins widely, “Oh, deal.”

Sylvia laughs as she finishes her champagne.

Carson smiles, “Want another glass?”

She hums and looks at him with a shrug, “Do you want another?”

He smiles, “I’m okay if you are.”

Sylvia nods in agreement and smiles, “I’m buzzing enough without it.”

Carson grins and kisses her cheek a few times.

She giggles and eats few more fries.

He smiles, “favorite bar food?”

Sylvia grins and shrugs one shoulder, “Messy but I do love wings.”

Carson grins, “you’re so cute when you eat wings.”

She wrinkles her nose and giggles, “Such a mess but so delicious.”

He laughs and kisses her nose.

Sylvia laughs and nods to him, “What’s your favorite?”

Carson hums as he thinks, “Potato skins.”

She grins and nods her head, “Oh that reminds me nachos too..I love the messy foods I guess!”

He grins widely, “I love nachos too.”

Sylvia kisses his shoulder and giggles.

Carson grins, “I love being engaged to my best friend.”

She smiles wider and nudges her nose against his, “Best friend for ever.”

He smiles widely, “and ever and ever.”

Sylvia glances at the ring and grins, “Should we head back to the hotel?”

Carson smiles, “yeah.” He asks for the check from the bartender.

She grins and wraps her hand over his arm.

He grins widely and pays for them quickly.

Sylvia eats the last fry before hopping off the bar stool.

Carson gets up and takes her hand.

She laces her fingers through his and leads him outside.

He smiles, “It’s a pretty close walk from here.”

Sylvia nods as she leans into his side, “Lead the way.”

Carson smiles as he leads her to the hotel.

She moves her free hand to his arm as she walks with a grin.

He smiles widely, “This feels magical.”

Sylvia giggles with a nod, “Honestly the best night of my life.”

Carson grins and kisses her head.

She closes her eyes and leans into him.

He smiles widely as they walk the short distance to the hotel and he brings her inside.

Sylvia follows him up into the room and grins widely.

Carson grins, “go change, I’ll order room service.”

She laughs with a nod as goes into the bathroom.

He smiles and places an order for dessert from room service.

Sylvia undresses and puts on the robe and brings his out.

Carson grins, “thank you, baby.”

She nods as she hops onto their bed.

He gets undressed and then puts the robe on.

Sylvia watches him with a grin, “Future husband.”

Carson grins widely, “and now there’s a ring on your finger to prove it.”

She holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers with a smile.

He laughs happily and leans over to kiss her.

Sylvia returns the kiss and giggles, “What did you order?”

Carson grins, “flourless chocolate cake cause that’s our thing and creme brûlée.”

She nods and curls into his side, “Perfect.”

He smiles widely and holds her tight.

Sylvia slides her hand up to his cheek and kisses him gently.

Carson grins and leans into her touch as he returns the kiss.

She smiles against his lips and hums happily.

He smiles and rubs her side as they kiss.

Sylvia brushes her thumb over his jaw and grins.

Carson sighs happily and smiles into the kiss.

She pulls back slightly and grins, “I love you so much.”

He grins widely, “and I love you so much.”

Sylvia nudges her nose against his with a hum.

Carson laughs happily and squeezes her.

She giggles and hugs him close.

He smiles widely and buries his face in her neck.

Sylvia slides her hands over his back and kisses his hair.

Carson grins, “Dr. Montez-Nichols..”

She laughs and closes her eyes, “And you sure you wanna hyphenate too?”

He smiles. “Yeah, I wanna be Mr. Montez-Nichols. Especially since you won’t be a Mrs.”

Sylvia kisses his cheek with a smile, “I’ll always be your Mrs.”

Carson grins, “even if you’re a doctor first?”

She nods and grins at him, “I’m your girlfriend, fiancée, wife, best friend before I am a doctor.”

He smiles and kisses her softly.

Sylvia kisses him back happily.

Carson grins widely against her lips.

Sylvia pulls back as she hears the knock on the door.

He gets up to get the food and he tips the guy.

She sits up in bed and grins as she watches him.

Carson brings over the desserts and lays beside her in bed.

Sylvia giggles as she picks up a fork, holding a bite of chocolate cake to him.

He grins widely as he eats the bite.

She laughs and takes a bite for herself.

Carson grins, “As good as the one I fed you in the coffee shop.”

Sylvia laughs and shakes her head, “I love that you always make me take time for me and for us. Especially that day.”

He smiles widely, “I’m always gonna look after you.”

She grins and leans over to kiss him, “I know. Thank you, babe.”

Carson grins widely, “you’re welcome.”

Sylvia smiles and holds up another bite for him.

He grins and eats another bite.

She laughs and takes another bite for herself with a hum.

Carson smiles and opens the creme brûlée and holds a bite to her lips.

Sylvia grins and leans forward to take a bite.

He smiles, “how is it?”

She nods with a laugh, “Amazing.”

Carson grins widely and takes a bite for himself.

Sylvia raises her brows and hums, “Thoughts?”

He smiles widely, “It’s really good.”

She laughs and nods to the plate, “Which do you prefer?”

Carson hums, “the chocolate.”

Sylvia laughs and nods as she holds up another bite to him.

He grins as he eats the bite.

She grins and hums softly, “So chocolate wedding cake?”

Carson laughs. “Is that what you want?”

Sylvia shrugs one shoulder and hums, “I wanna try everything.”

He laughs, “good. Cause I want a cake tasting too.”

She laughs and nods to the creme brûlée, “Can I have another bite?”

Carson grins and feeds her a bite.

Sylvia hums as she takes the bite with a smile.

He smiles widely, “Do you have a vision for our wedding already?”

She shrugs with a smile, “I want woodsy and wintery, that’s pretty much it.”

Carson grins, “and now with fairy lights.”

Sylvia nods with a grin, “It works perfectly!”

He smiles at her lovingly, “Our wedding..”

Sylvia leans over and pecks his lips, “I can’t wait.”

Carson hums and puckers his lips at her.

She grins and leans over to kiss him deeply.

He returns the deep kiss with a grin.

Sylvia grins and kisses him lovingly.

Carson sighs happily as he kisses her lovingly back.

She returns the kiss and pulls back slightly, “Let’s move the dessert so I can get closer.”

He smiles and moves the desserts to the beside table.

Sylvia grins and shifts closer to him before kissing him hard.

Carson whimpers and kisses her back just as hard.

She shifts into her back and pulls him with her as she kisses him deeply.

He kisses her just as deeply as he leans over her, untying her robe.

Sylvia grins against his lips and helps him slip off her robe.

Carson pushes her robe off the bed and then unties his own.

She grins and breaks the kiss to help him take off his robe, “My fiancé..”

He grins widely, “My fiancée..”

Sylvia slides her hands over his back and grins, “We get to have engaged sex.”

Carson nods his head and grins, “Yeah we do, baby..” his hand slides down her stomach.

She makes a soft sound and grins at him.

He moves his hand between her legs before joking, “Now that we’re engaged does that mean we’ll never have group sex again?”

Sylvia whimpers softly and raises her brows, “I don’t know. Is there rules about that?”

Carson laughs, “No, I’m joking with you.” He rubs her center slowly.

She laughs and rocks her hips into his touch with a moan, “But I like having you to myself.”

He grins at her, “I’m always yours, Sylvie..”

Sylvia smiles and leans her forehead against his, “But we did have group sex with a rockstar and that’s a pretty insane story.”

Carson laughs and rubs her harder, “Yeah it is.. he makes it hard to compete.”

She moans and shakes her head, “No because you’re the love of my life and make me come harder than anyone. It’s just sex with them.”

He grins and kisses her neck heatedly as his fingers move against her.

Sylvia leans her head to the side and grins.

Carson sucks on her skin and hums as he rubs her clit.

She whimpers his name and rocks into his touch.

He kisses up her neck as his fingers roll around her clit.

Sylvia moans his name as she lifts her hips to him.

Carson groans and he moves his fingers faster.

She slides her nails over his back and whimpers.

He moans and sucks on her neck again.

Sylvia moans loudly and leans her head back.

Carson groans and rubs her harder, “Fuck..”

She whimpers his name and rocks her hips into his touch.

He moans, “Tell me what you want, fiancée..��

Sylvia moans softly as she looks up at him, “Your mouth..”

Carson groans and heatedly kisses down her body.

She slides her fingers through his hair as she sighs happily.

He flicks his tongue against her nipples and then kisses down her stomach.

Sylvia gasps and arches her back.

Carson grins and moves between her legs, lifting her thighs onto his shoulders.

She gently tugs in his hair playfully and grins at him.

He smirks at her and licks up her center slowly from her entrance to her clit.

Sylvia gasps and runs her fingers through his hair.

Carson rolls his tongue around her clit.

She whines his name and grips the sheets with her free hand.

He groans and sucks on her clit.

Sylvia lifts her hips as she moans louder.

Carson moans and works his tongue against her.

She cries out and grips the sheets.

He grips her hips tight and sucks on her center.

Sylvia looks down at him and moans his name.

Carson moans and laps his tongue eagerly.

She cries out and tugs on his hair.

He groans and moves his tongue harder.

Sylvia moans his name and arches her back, “I’m gonna come..”

Carson moans against her and keeps moving his tongue.

She cries out and hits her climax, gripping his hair.

He groans loudly against her and squeezes her hips.

Sylvia slides her hand down from his hair and whimpers, “Carson..”

Carson pulls back and smirks at her.

She grins and moves her hand to stroke his cheek as she wiggles her ring finger.

He laughs happily and kisses up her body.

Sylvia laughs and slides her hands over his back.

Carson grins and kisses along her neck.

She tilts her head to the side and grins, “I love you..”

He smiles widely, “I love you too..”

Sylvia smirks and plays with his hair, “That was amazing.”

Carson grins, “I love going down on you.”

She grins and wraps her legs around him, “You’re incredible.”

He smiles widely, “Wanna know what’s about to be even more incredible.”

Sylvia raises her brows and hums softly.

Carson grins, “engaged sex.” He moves to tease her clit with his tip.

She grins before she lets out a soft moan.

He glides his length back and forth between her folds with a moan.

Sylvia slides her hands over his back as she whimpers his name.

Carson moans and sets his tip at her entrance.

She moans and leans her forehead against his, “Carson..”

He groans and slowly pushes into her.

Sylvia cries out softly and grips his shoulders.

Carson groans and starts to roll his hips into hers.

She tightens her legs around his and moans his name.

He moans and kisses her deeply.

Sylvia returns the kiss as she rocks her hips up.

Carson groans into the kiss and pushes into her harder.

Sylvia slides her hands onto his shoulder blades and pulls him closer as she moans into the kiss.

He moans and thrusts into her faster.

She breaks the kiss and cries out his name.

Carson groans and grips her thigh tight.

Sylvia leans her head back as she digs her nails into his shoulders.

He moans and sucks on her neck as he thrusts his hips harder.

She moans his name and rocks her hips to meet his.

Carson groans and moves faster.

Sylvia cries out as her stomach clenches.

He pulls back and groans loudly, his abdomen tightening as he keeps up his thrusts.

She clenches around him as she hits her climax and cries out his name loudly.

Carson groans her name as he hits his orgasm.

Sylvia digs her nails into his shoulder blades and moans.

He moans and presses his lips to hers.

She returns the kiss as she hums.

Carson smiles into the kiss and sighs happily.

Sylvia relaxes her body under him as she smiles against his lips.

He slowly pulls out of her and groans.

She whimpers softly and slides her hands over his back.

Carson smiles and lays next to her.

Sylvia turns to him and giggles, “Engaged sex is the best.”

He laughs and nods his head.

She grins and slips her leg between his.

Carson grins and holds her tight.

Sylvia leans her forehead against his and sighs happily.

He grins and looks into her eyes, “my beautiful fiancée.”

She grins as she looks down at the ring.

Carson smiles and kisses her head.

Sylvia shakes her head with a grin, “I can’t believe it.”

He laughs happily, “Believe it.”

She grins up at him and shakes her head.

Carson smiles and kisses her softly.

Sylvia returns the kiss with a hum.

He smiles and strokes her cheek.

She leans into his touch and sighs happily.

He smiles widely and deepens the kiss slightly.

Sylvia strokes his cheek and kisses him deeper.

Carson sighs contently and pulls her closer.

She breaks the kiss and grins at him.

He chuckles and smiles, “Hi..”

Sylvia grins and nudges her nose against his, “Hi, fiancé.”

Carson chuckles and pecks her lips a few times.

She returns each kiss with a grin.

He smiles widely and rubs her back.

Sylvia hums and nudges her nose against his, “Wanna finish the dessert?”

Carson grins, “sure, baby.”

She giggles and rolls over to grab the tray.

He chuckles and sits up.

Sylvia leans back against the pillows and grins as she takes a bite of the chocolate.

Carson grins and opens his mouth for a bite.

She lifts a bite to his lips with a grin.

His eyes widen and he laughs happily before kissing her.

Sylvia giggles before she kisses him happily.

Carson grins as they kiss.

She smiles against his lips and mumbles, “You taste so good..”

He groans, “Sylvie..”

Sylvia grins and raises her brows, “Yeesss?”

Carson smiles widely, “damn.”

She grins and takes another bite of their dessert.

He grins widely, “can I have some too please?”

Sylvia nods and holds up a bite of crème brûlée.

Carson laughs and eats the bite.

She giggles and kisses his jaw gently.

He smiles widely and rubs her thigh.

Sylvia holds up a bite of the chocolate with a grin.

Carson laughs and eats the bite of dessert.

She hums and takes another bite herself.

He smiles and squeezes her thigh.

Sylvia grins and leans into him, “Want the last bite?”

Carson shakes his head and grins, “you have it, baby.”

She nods and finishes the dessert, putting the plate back on the side table.

He pulls her to him and kisses her deeply.

Sylvia returns the deep kiss with a moan.

Carson makes a small noise at her moan and he kisses her heatedly.

She shifts to straddle his lap and kisses him harder.

He groans and slides his hands all along her body.

Sylvia whimpers against his lips and grinds her hips down to his.

Carson moans and glides his nails down along her back.

She shivers at his touch and tilts her head into the kiss.

He massages her tongue with his as he grips her bottom.

Sylvia moans against his lips and rocks her hips down.

Carson groans and slaps his hand against one of her cheeks.

She gasps against his lips and tugs on his lower lip.

He lets out another groan and spanks the other cheek.

Sylvia pulls back from the kiss and moans softly, “Car..”

Carson smirks. “Yes?”

She rolls her hips down and grins, “I like when you spank me.”

He moans and nips at her jaw. “I like when you grind against me.”

Sylvia makes a soft sound and rocks her hips against his.

Carson groans louder and spanks her a little harder.

She gasps before she moans and leans forward, “What’s something you want to try?”

His brows raise, “like position wise?”

Sylvia shrugs her shoulders, “In any way. We’re going to be together forever, we should do everything.”

Carson grins, “can I get back to you about that? I’m a little distracted by your pussy on my cock.”

She laughs as she moves her hand to stroke his length.

He groans and moves his hand to rub her center.

Sylvia lifts her hips to his touch as she moans and pumps her hand up and down slowly.

Carson moves his fingers faster and moans her name.

She moans louder and leans her head back.

He kisses along her neck and rubs her harder.

Sylvia squeezes his length and cries out his name.

Carson groans and sucks on her neck.

She moves her hips to angle his tip at her entrance, “I need you..”

He whimpers, “Ride me, baby..”

Sylvia drops her hips slightly as she whines his name.

Carson groans loudly and rubs her hips.

She rolls her hips in a circle as she whimpers.

He moans loudly and slaps her ass.

Sylvia gasps and rocks her hips down with the slap, “Car!”

Carson groans loudly, “Yes, baby..”

She cries out and rocks her hips down farther.

He moans loudly, “Fuck..”

Sylvia drags her nails over his chest as she drops her hips all the way down, “Oh my god..”

Carson groans and thrusts up into her to meet her hips, “that’s it, baby..”

She cries out as she leans her head back.

He moans and then spanks her harder.

Sylvia grinds her hips down harder as she moans his name and drags her nails over his skin.

Carson groans loudly and grips her ass tight.

She shifts her hips up before dropping them roughly with a soft cry.

He lets out a cry with her and thrusts up into her hard.

Sylvia cries out as she feels her body tense up, “I’m so close…”

Carson moans loudly and he keeps moving his hips, “Fuck me too.”

She rocks her hips to meet his a few more times before she cries out and shakes as she hits her climax.

He groans and thrusts into her hard as he climaxes and releases.

Sylvia moans his name as she slumps down slightly, “Carson..”

Carson holds her tight against him and whimpers.

She lays against him as she tries to catch her breath.

He kisses her head a bunch of times as he pants.

Sylvia tilts her head to the side and smiles.

Carson rubs her back and sighs happily.

She kisses his neck and hums softly.

He grins, “Holy shit..”

Sylvia lifts her head and grins at him, “Yeah?”

Carson nods and grins at her, “Hell yeah.”

She giggles and nudges her nose against his.

He smiles widely and kisses her deeply.

Sylvia returns the deep kiss with a smile.

Carson grins and slides his hand along her back.

She kisses him passionately and slides her hand over his chest.

He hums and kisses her just as passionately.

Sylvia makes a soft sound as she pulls back and grins.

Carson grins at her, “Wow..”

She smiles and nudges her nose against his, “Wow you.”

He laughs and pecks her lips a few times.

Sylvia returns the kiss and laughs with him.

Carson grins and rubs her waist.

She shifts off his lap and makes a soft sound.

He whimpers and pulls her closer.

Sylvia curls into his side and wraps her leg around his.

Carson smiles as he holds her.

She presses her hand against his chest and smiles at the ring.

He laughs happily as he watches her, “I love that.”

Sylvia grins and looks up at him, “I keep forgetting about it then catch sight and it’s so beautiful.”

Carson grins at her, “I love you.”

She grins at him and moves that hand to his cheek, “I love you.”

He smiles and leans into her touch.

Sylvia pecks his lips with a grin.

Carson returns the quick kiss and sighs happily.

She hums and lays her head down next to him.

He smiles and looks into her eyes lovingly.

Sylvia grins and draws a heart on his shoulder with her index finger.

Carson smiles widely and kisses her nose.

She scrunches up her nose and laughs.

He grins and cuddles into her.

Sylvia slides her hand over his hair and sighs happily.

Carson smiles, “I already love being engaged.”

She strokes his cheek again and laughs, “I do too.”

He chuckles happily and leans into her touch.

Sylvia drops her hand to his neck and grins, “What’s the plan tomorrow?”

Carson smiles, “Brooklyn bridge.”

She nods as she closes her eyes, “Can’t wait.”

He smiles, “And the other thing you said that I’m too tired to remember.”

Sylvia laughs sleepily and kisses his shoulder, “Empire State Building.”

Carson nods and laughs, “that’s the one.”

She grins and curls into his side.

He smiles and holds her tight.

Sylvia sighs happily and kisses his chest.

Carson shuts his eyes and rubs her back:

She starts to get tired and hums, “I’m gonna sleep so well.”

He laughs softly, “Me too.”

Sylvia yawns as she speaks sleepily, “I love you..”

Carson’s hold on her lightens as starts to doze, “I love you..”

She starts to fall asleep against him with a smile.

He hums and falls asleep with her.

#carsylviathread

[where-dreamers-go]

Imagine: Decompressing from a long day with Bridge Carson.

~~~

Each day was different even if most of your routines went uninterrupted. That was life. That was your day in Space Patrol Delta.

Activity had cooled down long enough for you to feel safe enough to leave the shared living areas. Time for yourself was essential. Healthy.

Any moment an alarm could go off. So you needed to snatch any control of your environment while you still could.

Headphones on with your choice of music, you lounged atop your bed. Just you, a puzzle game on your phone, music, and Bridge Carson reading a comic.

You couldn't quite remember your exact words to him earlier, but it was a good enough invitation.

There didn't need to be any small talk. You two were fully content to each do your own thing and share the same space. It was lovely.

Bridge didn't complain when you made a noise at the game or try speaking to you when you obviously wouldn't understand him. He did give a thumbs up every so often. In return, you did too. An acknowledgement that the other was so okay.

You were more than grateful for that. His understanding of how you needed to be thrilled you honestly.

You'd make him buttery toast for the rest of your life or take down a wave of krybots for him at that point.

No matter how your day went at least Bridge could be there. Headstands, smiles, toast, and all.

"Bridge."

He turned his head.

"You're my favorite."

#bridge carson #Bridge Carson imagine #bridge carson imagines #power rangers spd #imagines #where dreamers go #space patrol delta #my gif #power rangers s.p.d. #green ranger

[butteryimagines]

The Hardest Words

Anon asks: Can I please have a imagine where Bridge tries to ask out the reader but is a nervous wreck?

Here you go! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was relatively quiet in the common room. A few cadets hovered around the arcade machines but you were left on your own at a table by the window, reading a book. It wasn’t really grabbing your attention; Sky had suggested it but you began to wonder why you picked it up based on the suggestion of someone who thought reading through the SPD handbook weekly was ‘fun’.

Your attention diverted from said book to the main door, hearing the hiss from the doors opening. You saw Bridge being manoeuvred by Syd to get him into the room. He seemed to have been putting up a fight as he and Syd bickered as she pushed him. You couldn’t help but smile. They were your closest friends here, all of you including Sky had started at the academy at the same time so you were always paired up together.Syd spotted you looking over to her and Bridge, offering a wide smile and wave.

“Hi Y/N!” she basically shouted, confusing you slightly.

Bridge stopped his protest against Syd and looked over to you, looking like a deer in headlights. You offered a small wave back. Bridge stood straight and raised his hand in greeting. He began to turn away but Syd pushed him forward, practically into the table.

“We’ve been looking for you,” Syd explained, patting Bridge on the shoulder. He gave her a side glance before putting his attention to you.

“What did I do this time?” you asked.

“Nothing, silly. We just wanted to hang out.”

“Well pull up a chair,” you offered, closing the book over and pushing it to the side as Bridge took a seat. Syd was about to join him before she clapped her hands together.

“Oh no! I forgot I was meant to meet Sky in the simulator! I’ll join you guys later. Bye!” Syd skipped off, leaving just you and Bridge.

“She’s chipper than usual,” you mentioned, looking over to Bridge and seeing the colour drain from his face as he looked to the fleeing Syd.

“You okay, Bridge?”Bridge quickly turned to you, colour quickly returning to his face, even reaching his ears.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay. Well, okay enough to be sitting here with you. I’m mean not that I need to be okay to sit with you because I know you wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t okay cause you would still let me sit with you and…”

“Good,” you said with a smile. Bridge returned it.

Out of all your SPD friends, Bridge was your favourite. He was goofy but incredibly smart and kind. He was actually the first one to talk to you on your first day, spinning into one of his long questions which you couldn’t help grin at. You and Bridge had gotten closer as time went on but you noticed he would get really shy around you sometimes. You didn’t know why. It mostly happened when you and he were alone, sitting close to each other. He would ramble more than usual and he would go red.

You hoped he wasn’t getting sick of you. It didn’t help you were developing a crush on him.

“What’s the book?” Bridge asked. You glanced over to it before returning your gaze to him.

“Some book Sky recommended. It’s dull,” you admitted.

“Too bad. The cover looks awesome. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover,” Bridge said. You shrugged.

“Never have.”

“I know. I mean I know you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover. I mean look at me. You didn’t judge me with my powers. Or Syd. Or Sky! Or…”

“Why would I judge you because you have powers?” You asked. Bridge looked down at his gloved hands.

“A lot of people don’t accept someone that can read their auras or hear thoughts,” he said, his cheerful voice being downgraded to a melancholy one. Hating to see him upset, you reach across and placed one of your hands on top of his. Bridge looked at you, his eyes shining slightly. You gave him a soft smile.

“Well, you never have to worry about me judging you for your powers. As long as you don’t judge me if you hear the odd thought of eating my body weight in ice cream from me.”

That managed to get a laugh out of Bridge. He pulled his hands from under yours and took your hand into one of his. You felt your face get warm at the gesture.

“Y/N…there is something I want to say but…I can’t seem to get it out,” Bridge told you. You raised an eyebrow. Bridge couldn’t get the words out?

"Why's that?" Bridge shrugged.

"I dunno. Any time I think I can say it, something else comes out in its place. Like, it just replaces what I really want to say and I say something that has nothing to do with what I want to say and…”

“Bridge,” you said firmly. He stopped his rambling and looked down again.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. You sighed.

“No, don’t apologise. You’re just nervous about what you want to say. Why don’t we try going about it another way?” Bridge looked up again, sitting up straight while keeping a hold of your hand.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked.

“Well, you can’t get the words out so why don’t you tell me what the subject is? Like what is it about per say?” Bridge seemed to be in thought for a moment, seeming to think about what he was about to say.

“It’s…telling someone something. After that, I would like to…ask them something,” he managed to say. You smiled at him.

“Okay, that’s a good start! Next, who is the person you want to ask?”

Bridge began to fumble over his words again. You squeezed his hand in comfort, making him sigh before pointing to you. That caught you off guard. Why was he struggling to talk to you? Maybe your previous fear was right and Bridge was trying to tell you he didn’t want to be friends anymore…

“Me? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know but…it’s hard to say this,” he explained. You swallowed the lump in throat, not sure if you wanted him to say it.

“Bridge, you don’t have to say it if-“

“No, I want to say it! It’s just hard for the words to come out I mean how do I say I like you without sounding…” Bridge’s face was practically radiating red as he realised what he had just said. You were just as startled.

“You like me?” you sounded it out like it was foreign to you. Bridge sighed heavily and hung his head.

“Not like but like like. Like a lot like like. Like really like. Like-“

“I get the idea Bridge,” you said, you smile getting ever so wider. You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks; happy that it turned out Bridge liked you and feeling a bit silly you believed he didn’t. He smiled with you, his grip on your hand tightening.

“Well not exactly how I pictured telling you.”

“Since we are on a roll; what is it you wanted to ask me after telling me that?”

“Um…I know we both have a day off tomorrow. Our whole squad does! But I was wondering…only if you want to…I mean you might be…”

“Bridge.”

“Would you like to do something tomorrow? With me, I mean. We could go see a movie or go for a walk or go out to eat…we could do all those things or- “

“I’d love to.”

Bridge’s eyes widened at you answer, mouth slightly agape in shock. Your smile evolving into a grin. He was cute being all nervous and being actually shocked that you agreed to his invitation. His shock was quickly replaced with glee it seemed as he gave his own grin. You removed your hand from his, stood up and walked over to his side of the table. You took the seat beside him, turning to face him

.“So what you wanted to say was; I like you Y/N and would you like to go out with me tomorrow?” you said. Bridge nodded.

“Yeah. Kinda pathetic that I couldn’t get that out huh?” You shook your head.

“Not at all. I’m happy you managed to say it.”

“Really?”

You managed to muster up some courage and moved closer to Bridge, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You were never aware of just how red a person could go until this point.

“Really,” you assured him.

“Uh…great! I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now but I could never find the right moment or even get it out. Syd heard me going over what to say then began dragging me here but I didn’t want to but I’m glad she did cause now you know and we will be together tomorrow…I mean not together together! Unless you want to, I mean…”

You let Bridge ramble on, just smiling at him as he went on.

You would have to thank Syd for the assistance.

#power rangers spd #bridge carson #bridge carson x reader #bridge carson imagine

[skylandart]

❤️HAPPY VERY SPECIAL DAY TO MY AWESOME FRIEND @lastmafagafo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SERIOUSLY OWE THIS WHOLE BLOG TO YOU MY FRIEND THANK YOU FOR BEING SOOOO SUPPORTIVE OF ME IN EVERY DAMN STOOPID THING I DO!!!!!!!!!🥺❤️❤️❤️

#Lastmafagafo #Bridge Carson #Power Rangers SPD #I wanted to draw Sky/Z since that's our ship #but i really couldn't imagine either of them with your plushie mafagafo #❤️ ❤️ ❤️ #HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! #HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY #birthday post #SkylandArt #Bridge #Briidgey #Buttery Boi

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Worth Your Weight In Gold - Power Rangers SPD - Z Delgado x Sister!Reader

Could I have an spd z x sister reader imagine where reader is the gold ranger and killed by her a squad counter part, and it fuels Z to fight back even harder? Could it also be dark, if that’s cool?

Warning: dark storyline, mentions of blood and torture, character death, mentions of DC comics

The return of A-Squad had left B-Squad being treated like they were back at the beginning when A-Squad were still around.

Cruger was so happy that A-Squad was back that he dismissed you all, angering your sister as you just nodded for her to go ahead.

You had eyes on each member of A-Squad as they turned on Cruger, all except your A-Squad counterpart,  the A-Squad Gold Ranger.

You didn’t even realise they were behind you until they had their blaster pointed at your head.

They kept a bag over your head until they threw you in a cell.

There was only one thing you could conclude as the A-Squad Gold Ranger watched you regain consciousness from outside the cell.

You weren’t going to make it out in one piece.

///

The Red A-Squad Ranger, Charlie, was busy provoking Cruger when the two of them fell silent.

Your screams echoed throughout the halls, sending a chill down Cruger’s spine.

“Cadet Delgado!”

“Gold wanted to have a bit of fun with their pathetic B-Squad counterpart.” Charlie stated as your screams suddenly stopped.

Cruger let out a growl as he looked up at Charlie.

“You’ll pay for this.”

///

Your morpher had been smashed on the ground in front of you as Gold just smirked.

They’d demorphed so you could see their face.

They were enjoying this.

“You’re enjoying this.” You mumbled as they paused in hitting you with the crowbar.

“How could I not? I get to be my favourite comic book character.” They smirked, leaving you to freeze.

“You’ve got to be joking- argh!” You yelled as the crowbar hit you in the stomach.

“Seriously? The Emperor taught us more interesting techiques but you want to beat her like she’s Jason Todd?” Another A-Squad Ranger stated before passing Gold another weapon. 

An SPD DeltaMax Striker.

“Time for target practice.” Gold smirked, leaving you to let out a grunt as your wrists were untied from the cable attached to the ceiling.

///

“Rangers, A-Squad are gone and they’ve taken Commander Cruger and Y/n with them-”

“A-Squad took my sister?” Z exclaimed, leaving Kat to nod.

“Why doesn’t she just duplicate and escape-” Syd began but Z just sighed.

“Y/n and I don’t have the same powers, whilst I have duplication, Y/n’s an empath.”

“That’s not all, A-Squad sent this live video message...” Boom stated as Kat glared, leaving Z to stare at the screen that showed you being tortured.

///

“What is it, Goldie? The pain too much? Can’t stay awake?”

“She’s an empath.” Charlie deadpanned at Gold who just smirked, realising you weren’t just feeling your own pain, but the other prisoners pain as well.

As well as Gold’s enjoyment of hurting people as they realised you’d thrown up out of disgust.

“What? I disgust you or something?”

“You’re a monster. My sister and the rest of B-Squad are going to take you all down.”

Charlie faltered at that.

“Take us down? They can try. But it sounds like little Gold has already lost hope of her sister saving her.” 

“Either way, you pissed her off. You guys are so screwed.” You whispered before tasting iron in your mouth, combining with the bile from earlier.

“Ah, ah, ah, no little Gold, stay awake, you going to sleep takes all the fun out of it.” Gold taunted as you glared from your semi-awake state.

“I’m sorry Z...” You mumbled under your breath before a scream escaped your lips at the blade running down your back.

///

You were too out of it to realise that the rest of A-Squad minus Gold had left to fight B-Squad.

Or that B-Squad had been captured and were now in a cell alongside Cruger.

“You may have defeated most of A-Squad, but didn’t you notice? You’re missing a Ranger-” Gruumm was cut off by another scream before an explosion occurred.

“What-”

Gruumm smirked as he spotted you and Gold fighting after your empath powers caused a surge, letting the cell door malfunction and Gold go flying backwards.

“Y/n!” Z shouted, gaining your attention at the worse possible moment as Gold stabbed you in the torso.

“You’re nothing but Fool’s Gold.” Gold smirked as you body hit the floor.

“NO!” Z screamed as she realised you had turned your head to look at her, blood covering a lot of your face from Gold’s earlier torture techinques.

“You Rangers are not so powerful without your morphers.” Gruumm cackled, walking over to your body as you kept your eyes on Z.

“Z... I’m, I’m sorry...” Was all that escaped your lips as your final breath left you.

Tears ripped their way down Z’s face as choked sobs echoed throughout the cell.

Z was shaking as she watched the light in your eyes fade.

“You’re going to pay for murdering my sister.”

#power rangers #power rangers spd #power rangers x reader #power rangers imagine #power rangers spd imagine #power rangers spd x reader #z delgado x reader #z delgado imagine #z delgato #doggy cruger #b squad #a squad #space patrol delta #sydney drew #elizabeth delgado #sky tate #jack landers #bridge carson #kat manx #boom

[danamb1234]

Sky: I’m gonna get to the bottom of this thing.

Bridge: Wouldn’t that be the top?

Sky: (Disappointed look)

#power rangers spd imagines #Sky Tate #Bridge Carson

[bayouette]

Quotes that rattle in my head 24/7 like balls in a bingo wheel

"When’s a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." – Caitlyn Siehl

"Fleabag: I don’t know what to do with it. [...] With all the love I have for her. I don’t know where to put it now.

Boo: I’ll take it. [...] I’m serious. It sounds lovely. I’ll have it.” – Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge

"I cry at the start of every movie. I guess 'cause I wish I was making things too." – Working for the Knife, Mitski

"This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning." – Agamemnon, Aiskhylos trans. Anne Carson

"A river killed a man I loved and I love that river still." – María Meléndez

"What does it mean to sing in the language of those who have killed your mother, would kill her again?" – Chen Chen

"What's the point of lukewarm love? If I’m not drowning in it, I have no desire for it." – user rbhvleo

“I loved my friend. He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, soft as it began- I loved my friend.” – Langston Hughes

“Don't let the cereal eat you. It's only a fucking box of cereal, but it will eat you alive if you let it.” – Girl in Pieces, Kathleen Glasgow

“Someone once said, 'That place is engulfed in darkness.' However that does in no way mean that there was never any light.” – Pandora Hearts, Jun Mochizuki

"Do not go quiet into that good night." – Dylan Thomas

"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday." – Lemony Snicket

"This is no garden. This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him." – A Brother Named Gethsemane, Natalie Diaz

"Sinclair Lewis knew about the crazed feelings that you get when people think you're a pleasant person. You get all this praise for your good behavior but inside you're seething." – Karen Louise Erdrich

"Finally, he said, 'You know I love you right?' And I said, 'Yes.' And he said, 'And you know that I would never want to hurt you?' And I braced myself, because nobody ever says that unless they're about to hurt you." – Sue Zhao

"Has no one told you she's not breathing?" – Hello, Amy Lee

"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story." – Richard Siken

"Suffering feels religious if you do it right." – Sylvia Plath

"I've screamed enough in my lifetime that God can hear me in his sleep." – user traumacope

“I want to see God’s face, to lick the white of his eye, to order him to die for me again.” – Traci Brimhall

"Venus, your problem is that you are very nice. But you want something. And you think being nice is going to give it to you. But it never will." – We Know the Devil, Aevee Bee

“I imagine myself covered with blood, broken but transfigured and in agreement with the world, both as prey and as a jaw of time, which ceaselessly kills and is ceaselessly killed.” – Georges Bataille

"Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed." – Why Are Your Poems So Dark?, Linda Pastan

"There is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it." – Margaret Atwood

"I'm not saying they have to love me, I want someone to open the door of my home from the inside. Someone who'll tell me to eat. Someone might not be a partner of lust but at least they'll ask why my eyes are so teary." – Nirmalendu Goon

"Now I know something you don't." – On a gravestone

"I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops, I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me." – Writer in the Dark, Lorde

"Am I making you uncomfortable? Want me to feel a little less? You should've packed the dirt over my grave a little tighter if you didn't wanna hear me gasping for breath." – ?

"I spent so much of my youth waiting for something to happen." – Chelsea Hodson

"You don't get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection." – Nathaniel Orion G. K.

"I was very young when I was cracked open. Some things you should let go of. Others you shouldn't. Views differ as to which. I kept hold of everything, just in case." – Emily Berry

"Why are you here?! You won't do anything! You won't help me! You won't even hold me!" – Neon Genesis Evangelion

"Didn't you have to promise, a hundred times, not to die?" – Rainer Maria Rilke

"I want to become a horrifying woman. I want people to turn away in horror when I pass by in the street." – Belladonna of Sadness

"Mom, will you wash my back, this once, and then we can forget? And I'll leave once I figure out once I pay for my own life too." – Class of 2013, Mitski

"I am constantly trying to explain something incommunicable." – Franz Kafka

"Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you." – Richard Siken

"Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of as pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else." – Angie Sijun Lou

"'You remember too much,' my mother said to me recently. 'Why hold onto all that?' And I said, 'Where can I put it down?'" – Anne Carson

"But there is something that happens when you are told you are too much. You begin to ask everyone, how small would you like me?" – Mary Lambert

"If there is a light then I am going to swallow it. If there is a God then I am going to make him cry." – S. Osborn

"I am dirty, infinitely dirty, this is why I scream so much about purity." – Franz Kafka

"If I could, I would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you take apart after crossing, the corpse bones you need to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserved the butchering of a million knives. But, I know you wouldn't allow it." – Heaven’s Official Blessing, Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

"I am the knife which will slaughter heaven. Heaven is full of blood. Soon it will snow." – Anatomy Titus Fall of Rome, Heiner Müller

“Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me, but I do, I finally do.” — Best American Girl, Mitski

"The border runs down the middle of me. I have a barbed wire fence neatly bisecting my heart." – Luis Alberto Urrea

“God, you see, delights in clipping everything that rises high.” – The Histories, Herodotus

“I am a restrained person. Otherwise my heart would race past my tongue to pour out everything. Instead I mumble, I gnaw myself. I lose hope. And my mind is burning.” – Agamemnon, Aeschylus trans. Anne Carson

“We are slaves to the gods. Whatever gods are.” – Orestia, Euripides trans. Anne Carson

"Why are you so in love with things unbearable?" – Elektra, Sophokles trans. Anne Carson

"I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole, that’s how we bring Dad back." – Backwards, Warsan Shire

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.” – Four Grief Lessons, Anne Carson

“Yeah this place gets old, but it’s really hard to scrub the dog piss out of the white trash heart.” - White Trashing, Nicole Dollanganger

“TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal.” - Oh No, MARINA

"I am hungry. I have been hungry. I was born hungry. What do I need?" - Abbey, Mitski

"I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse." - Henry James

"I crave disgustingly and endlessly. I know reincarnation is possible because when this body is dead I'll want another." - Grendel Menz

"Reach heaven by violence." – Morrowind

"If you are very lucky, you will survive the worst moments. And maybe, one day, you might even write them down in a way that doesn't wring you dry." – Joan Tierney

“You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven’t a qualm. But you never can run from nor hide what you’ve done from the eyes, the very eyes of Notre Dame.” — The Hunchback of Notre Dame

"For the gods have abandoned us, like migrating birds they have gone. Ur is destroyed, bitter is its lament. The country's blood now fills its holes like hot bronze in a mould. [...] Because (this) bitter anguish had been destined for my land -- as the cow to the mired calf -- even had I come to help it on the ground, I could not have pulled my people back out of the mire. [...] Because that day of storm had raised its hand, and even had I screamed out loud and cried; 'Turn back, O day of storm, (turn) to (thy) desert,' the breast of that storm would not have been lifted from me." - Lament to Ur, 2000 BCE unknown Sumerian poet

"God gave us transness for the same reason he made grapes but not wine; yeast but not loaves – so we may partake in the divine act of creation." – Julian K. Jarboe

"I can only make the decisions I can make: regardless of what I say, I can only do, fundamentally, what is in me to do." – Orestia, Robert Icke

"Whatever I am, let it be enough." – A Gathering of Shadows, V.E. Schwab

"Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it." – David Foster Wallace

"I mean my mother's body was a house burning and I've been burning ever since." – I Want to Burn the Frat House of America to the Ground, Kendra DeColo

"So many times I have died alone in my room." user trauma-blog

"'Can you feel everything?' 'Only things that are alive,' she assured me. 'No pain. When the vixens ate my eyes, it didn't hurt. I only felt them getting stronger, so they might survive the season. They took parts of my stomach back to their young, and I felt that too. If they hadn't eaten from me, they would have starved.'" – Persephone is Buried in a Field, Joan Tierney

"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." – Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

"The worn jeans that helped identify his body [were] in the news more times than a photo of him while alive. (I never knew why the birds are angry. My mother said someone stole their eggs.)" – Not One More Refugee Death, Emmy Pérez

"I don't believe that anything is haunted. Ghosts—are just what happens when guilty people let their imaginations run wild. […] A ghost doesn’t need to be real to haunt you.” — Nancy Drew: Shadows at the Water’s Edge

“Do you know what that really means? Knight in shining armor? A knight in shining armor never did nothing for nobody. He never fought. A knight in dented, scraped armor, now that's what you want.” — Nancy Drew: The Captive Curse

"Annie Flynn: Bev, I want you to listen to me. Because your whole life, I think you've needed to hear this...You aren't a good person. [...] God doesn't love you more than anyone else. You aren't a hero. And you certainly, certainly aren't a victim.

Bev Keane: I wouldn't lecture, Annie Flynn. Not until you pull the plank from your own eye, as it were. I hate to speak ill of the dead, but if Riley Finn, a drunk, and a murderer, was evidence of the quality of his parenting...

Annie Flynn: He was. Every part of him. And God loves him. Just as much as he loves you, Bev. Why does that upset you so much? Just the idea that God loves everyone just as much as you?" – Midnight Mass

"A child weaned on posion considers harm a comfort." – Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn

“Judas: Why ... didn't you make me good enough ... so that you could've loved me?” – The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Stephen Adly Guirgis

"I grew up thinking dying was okay as long as I did it quietly." – excerpt 03.01.20, I.B. Vayche

"and so then my mother was carrie’s mother. but she wasn’t, normally. i think the most confusing thing is that my mother is carrie too. i think about her yelling at my grandmother and practically begging for her to listen to reason and i think of what it was like for her growing up and i think She is Carrie. was. is. and then i think of my grandmother, a bitter ex-catholic who worries often, who hurt my mother but maybe didn’t mean to, and i wonder if she was carrie, too." – I Am Carrie / Cruelty / Mother of My Mother, user desolationblvd

“I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.” – Henry & June, Anaïs Nin

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” — Emma, Jane Austen

“It all seems very mundane but one day you’ll miss it when you see the photos.” — user shhhitsfine

“Humanity is one in loving children.” — Herakles, Euripides trans. Anne Carson

“And the grace of the gods (I’m pretty sure) is a grace that comes by violence.” — Agamemnon, Aeschylus trans. Anne Carson

“And fits of madness. Mother madness. Mother blood.” — Orestia, Euripides trans. Anne Carson

“How is a Greek chorus like a lawyer? They’re both in the business of searching for a precedent, finding an analogy, locating a prior example, so as to be able to say this terrible thing we’re witnessing now is not unique. You know it happened before or something much like it. […] ANTIGONE BURIED ALIVE FRIDAY AFTERNOON COMPARE CASE HISTORIES 7, 17, AND 19. […] It wouldn’t help you. It doesn’t help me. It’s Friday afternoon. There goes Antigone to be buried alive. Is there anyway we can say this is normal?” —Antigonick, Sophokles/Anne Carson

"I am too full of life to be half-loved." – Questions for Ada, Ijeoma Umebinyuo

“God said: God made you. God does not care if you are ‘guilty’ or not. I said: I care if I am guilty! I care if I am guilty! God was silent. Everything was silent.” — Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016, Frank Bidart

“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.” — Wasted, Mary’s Hornbacher

“Friend: You must leave this house. Usher: How can I? These walls are my skin. This room is my heart. Besides, I have a sister.” — The Fall of the House of Usher, Steven Berkoff

“Dad’s theory was, you got two fighting dogs, you send the weak one away, you punish the weak one. Then everyone knows the hierarchy. Then everyone’s happy.” — Succession

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.” — Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky

“[A] shirt that says my childhood drags behind me like a dead body.” — user smokedsugar

"And I tried so hard to be gentle and kind. I stoke my dog's head with the back of my hand when she has nightmares in her sleep. I always take the smallest biscuit in the bunch, no matter how hungry I feel. [...] But it wasn't enough." – user ojibwa

"If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more." – Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare

"At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow this? And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow this?" – Deaf Public, Ilya Kaminsky

"The house, heavy with history, is burying the bodies before they even know they are bodies." – (? I'm trying to find it)

"Often father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not as bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother's fate." – Bonnie Burstow

"I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything." – Richard Siken

“Issac did not forgive his father when they returned home he saw in the sidelong glances of his father’s eyes that everything had changed under the cold knife that kissed his skin on the mountain. He knew they could never be the same again. 'You were my father,' he wanted to say 'So why couldn’t you be my father?'" – And My Father’s Love Was Nothing Next to God’s Will, Amatullah Bourdon

“I’ve dreamed since I was four years old / that the house is slowly on fire / and I can’t get you to leave it / and I can’t leave without you.” — In the Pines, Alice Notley

“[Your father] never saw anything he loved that he didn’t want to kick just to see if it’d come back.” — Succession

“Pain comes from the darkness and we call it wisdom. It is pain.” — Randall Jarrell

“Agamemnon is teleios or fulfilled, 'arrived at perfection’ and also ‘ripe for sacrifice’." — Robert Fagles

"You said I killed you–haunt me then!" – Wuthering Heights, Charlotte Bronte

"I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST... I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED." –user shovel2

"The only sacred part of me is everything from you." – Ruth, Flower Face

"SOME OF THESE WORDS ARE METAPHORS FOR OTHER ONES. YOU GET TO DECIDE WHICH." – Joan Tierney

"LET YOUR DAD DIE ENERGY DRINK: ALL THE ENERGY OF NOT TRYING TO STAND BETWEEN YOUR FATHER AND THE GRAVE [...] LET YOUR DAD DIE ENERGY DRINK: BECAUSE YOUR BLOODLINE ENDS WITH YOU!!" – LET YOUR FATHER DIE ENERGY DRINK, Daniel Lavery, Cecilia Corrigan

"Creon: Why did you try to bury your brother?

Antigone: I owed it to him.

Creon: I had forbidden it.

Antigone: I owed it to him. Those who are not buried wander eternally and find no rest. If my brother were alive, and he came home wear after a long day's haunting, I should kneel down and unlace his boots, I should fetch him food and drink, I should see that his be was ready for him. Polynices is home from the hunt. I owe it to him to unlock the house of the dead in which my father and my mother are waiting to welcome him. Polynices has earned his rest.

Creon: Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it.

Antigone: He was my brother." – Antigone, Sophokles

"Ariadne: Why are you afraid of him. he's my brother.

Minos: A monster doesn't have siblings.

Ariadne: The two of us were created from Pasipahe's breast. Both of us made her scream and bleed so she could bring us forth unto this earth.

Minos: Mothers don't count. Everything's determined by the burning seed that chooses them, and uses them. [...] He is a construct. Do you know whom he is the brother of? His own cage, his own stone prison: the labyrinth. [...]

Ariadne: Well, Pasiphae was my mother." – Los Reyes, Julio Cortazar

"Rage – Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end." - Iliad, Homer trans. Robert Fagles

"The worst is when people are like, just be yourself! You have no idea how many selves there are in my psyche and some of them are murderers and they're trying to kill me." – Jenny Slate (approximation, trying to find source)

"I need art like I need God." – Tracey Emin

"She wept, despite her foreknowledge of the nature of her wound. It is as though she were surprised, not that she had been struck by an arrow, but that it would hurt.” – Joan of Arc, Mary Gordon

"He plays very badly but it stops him from destroying things." – David Shrigley

“Something wicked this way comes.” - Macbeth, William Shakespeare

"Well, that did not happen, but maybe something even worse happened." – Dearest Father, Franz Kafka

"How many ages hence shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!" – Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare

“There is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of barbarism” – Walter Benjamin

“Warning: Reading this article may cause a whiplash-inducing paradigm shift. You will no longer view wild areas the same way. Your concepts of "pristine wilderness" and "the balance of nature" will be forever compromised. You may even start to see ghosts.” – Whit Bronaugh, about trees who produce fruit for animals that no longer exist

“The world is happening in a room that I can't enter, life is happening in a gathering I am not invited to. Being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.” – Being Unwanted is a Language, Fatima Aamer Bilal

"Who hasn't ever wondered: am I monster or is this what it means to be a person?" – The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector

"I fear I will be ripped open and found unslightly." – Anne Sexton

"If we forgive our fathers, what is left?" – Dick Lourie

"Sokrates' central argument, as he goes on to reevaluate madness, is that you keep your mind to yourself at the cost of closing out the gods. Truly good and, indeed, divine things are alive and active outside you and should be let in to work their changes. Such incursions formally intuct and enrich our lives in society; no prophet or healer or poet could practice his art if he did not lose his mind. Madness is the instrument of such intelligence." – Eros the Bittersweet, Anne Carson

"If you pick a flower, if you snatch a handbag, if you possess a woman, if you plunder a storehouse, ravage a countryside or occupy a city, you are a taker. You are taking. In ancient Greek you use the verb áp∏áⱬɛıv, which comes over into Latin as rapio, rapere, raptus sum and gives us English rapture and rape––words stained with the very early blood of girls, with the very late blood of cities, with the hysteria of the end of the world. Sometimes I think language should cover its own eyes when it speaks." – Norma Jeane Baker of Troy, Anne Carson (I know the Greek is wrong but I can't figure out how to fix it)

"But actually it took the ocean, the greater opponent, to just hold me under and say, It's really horrible. And sons have been losing their mothers for thousands and thousands of years, and they will continue to, and you've just been initiated into that awareness and into that reality. Some illusion has been lifted. You're in a realer version of the world now, and it's painful." – Andrew Garfield

"'No one grieves that much,' she said. 'Your friend is gone. Forget him. No one remembers him. He is dead.' 'Enkidu. Enkidu.' Gilgamesh called out: 'Help me. They do not know you as I know you.'" – Epic of Gilgamesh

"god: Yes, you have been give a life in which none of your suffering will ever be meaningful or justified. I am asking you to endure it anyway. [...] You did not always live inside this mirror. You will not always be here, suffering. [...] You understand what will happen to you if I look away, don't you? If I blink? I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within these chains of ardent love. Although you beg me, curse me, and hate me, I will not look away from you. This was the choice I made on your behalf, not My own. [...]

me: [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]

god: On the strength of My having asked it of you.

me [I am asking [not] to endure it.]

god: Scio, sweetheart." – user intactics

"Windom Earle: Garland, what do you fear most... in the world?

Major Briggs: The possibility that love is not enough." – Twin Peaks

#susurri #meacora #my quote list

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# 3,976

Option 30: self-titled (1997)

Nine Inch Nails. It’s what made me the industrialist I am today. Every major release minus Hesitation Marks (2013) and Add Violence (2017). Most singles, remixes, and guest appearances. Key Wax Trax and Invisible appearances. Many front pages, five t-shirts, three videos, and one live experience. It’s the one artist I have the most of. All things Ministry, Atari Teenage Riot, and Skinny Puppy have come very close, but it’s Nine Inch Nails that changed the course of my life. It all started when my cousin Criss and I accidentally found the “Closer” music video (‘94) on MTV and we were mesmerized. Friends enticed me to change allegiances from golden-era hip-hop to alternative. Raygun Magazine introduced me to David Carson if not for Trent Reznor’s front-page appearance. I even had some great summer experiences and major fall-outs revolving around their live performances. I’m at the point where I thought I knew everything about Nine Inch Nails and Trent Reznor - or so I thought - until I found @sheisthesisterofnight​, a Roman (read: real-deal Italian) goth-girl follower who is capital-O obsessed with him. She name-dropped Option 30, one of Reznor’s many musical involvements before Nine Inch Nails, and she’s the very reason why this post happened.

Reach further back than 1989′s Pretty Hate Machine. We’re talking about Slam Bamboo, The Innocent, Lucky Pierre, and even Cool Down Daddy. Of all the already-mentioned projects, I fell into the Option 30 rabbit hole and haven’t escaped since. Reznor got his start in the Mercer / Warren-stationed band when industrial had yet taken off in the states and synth-pop / new wave was globally present. Reznor was a product of those latter genres noting The Cure, Bauhaus, Adam Ant, Gary Numan, and (later on) Depeche Mode as some of his influences, so Option 30 could be considered his first musical endeavor. Guitarist / vocalist Timothy K. Smith would form The Edge with bassist Jim Nordstrom, drummer Tom Stein, and guitarist Dan Webb before using another local band UXB as a bridge before Smith himself, Nordstrom, Reznor and drummer Todd Nero came together for Option 30. From that point on, there wouldn’t be anything else Reznor would to do in life aside from being a janitor at a recording studio.

It’s forgiven that not many Nine Inch Nails fans would possess anything Option 30 hands-on as they only achieved local fame and no physical material ever enjoyed a major print run. It was only in 1997 that Shriek Records released a compilation album combining their Eighties live performances, original songs, covers, and a radio interview. Back then Reznor didn’t go through any major-label drama or personal turmoil stemming from loss and drug addiction. His ferocity and violent ideas didn’t exist yet to conceive what would be Nine Inch Nails formative years. No. You get the opposite. He’s affable, funny, and dare I say it…easy-going? During the Edinboro radio interview, his shoulders are free from burden. He jokes with the band and has a great time. It’s a far pitch from the Reznor of burning rage, frustration, depression, reckless abandon and on-stage destruction that everyone still holds on to. What you’ll have here is late-night pop-rock and native new-wave nods in its kindest form. 

The only live performance to be found opens up with the eponymous Icehouse cover, one of three to be exact. The next track is the last thing you’d expect Reznor to ever do: with “Time And Chance” it would be the one and only time Reznor would ever partake in reggae. He’s always been synonymous with industrial, so imagine that huge disparity between 1994′s The Downward Spiral and a piece-of-cake Marley-esque tune.

Re-visiting the alignment with new wave and synth-pop, Option 30 commit two more covers in Falco’s “Der Komissar” and Thompson Twins’ “Lies”. It seems that Reznor’s vocals misses the bullseye lacking that same punch found on the originals. It feels like the band isn’t performing at a small venue but instead ‘unwinding’ at a bar’s karaoke night during happy hour on Friday, but it’ll still win because Trent. Not to say that there aren’t any more originals. On the contrary, there’s plenty. Nothing else says pop than “Abomination” where basslines take precedent, the dash-beat “Just Out Enough To Be In” that’s heavy on guitar grooves, and the socially conscious “Equal Rights”. (Reznor would later take on politics on “Head Like A Hole”, 2007′s Year Zero and sporadically throughout the e.p. trilogy). 

One song specifically, “Old Habits Die Hard”, no doubt reminiscent of The Police’s “Message In A Bottle” (’79), is my favorite on the record hands-down. Maybe because it carries that late-Eighties Night Flight feel to it and that’s an experience I do the personal math for myself, so chances are no one would understand. Then again, one of Nine Inch Nails first-ever live performances was on Dance Party USA which also aired on the same network with Night Flight. The planets have lined up again, have they?

As a final, “Pandora’s Box” ends Option 30’s earliest retrospective on a good note with Timothy Smith on the mic-. Reznor simply opted out of vocal duties for the final track. He’d leave Option 30 in 1984 over lack of involvement to pursue other musical avenues (most likely with The Innocent), and the group still had a life of its’ own until the end of the decade releasing two more compilations of live performances, covers, and originals. Smith would change trajectory switching up rock for fusion, jazz and funk; creating projects large and small and oftentimes with his own family. By then, Reznor had already started Nine Inch Nails releasing Pretty Hate Machine, “Down In It”, and “Head Like A Hole” (all 1989) featuring Richard Patrick who’d later begin Filter. He’d find himself in the middle of the greatest industrial convergence having been associated with the Wax Trax label, Ministry, and even Pigface while being embroiled with the TVT label over creative control. All that before creating a legacy with The Downward Spiral, Marilyn Manson, motion picture soundtracks with Atticus Ross, Coil and David Bowie worship, How To Destroy Angels, Apple, induction to The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame, and endless nominations, awards, and achievements. Sadly, Smith passed away on Halloween 2009, leaving a legacy that’s been posted on Bandcamp all at no cost and still lives on through his brothers and children.

We’re now up to the e.p. trilogy (2016-2018) and Ghosts V & VI (2020). Trent Reznor still has plenty more to give and it’s only going forward from here, yet I keep coming back to Option 30 where it all started for him. Maybe it’s the feel of the Eighties pop-rock sound that I’ve lived through, having that soul of what I experienced during my childhood, or getting a kick at how approachable Reznor was. This album has gotten at least 20 full spins / plays from me and it never gets tiring. I can thank my Roman goth follower for this one, and only she’ll tell me what else she knows that I don’t. 

#omega #music #mixtapes #reviews #playlists #Option 30 #Timothy Smith #Trent Reznor #Nine Inch Nails #pop #rock #synthpop #new wave #Mercer