#and my immediate thought was 'Boyle...'

[torra-and-the-toons]

Did I make Boyle a sun bear solely because of the hilarious conspiracy from the Chinese Zoo?

Mostly, I also happen to think they fit him.

Cue the episode of the squad desperately trying to prove Boyle is just a different animal in a fake bear costume because none of them have ever seen another Sun Bear around the city.

B99 Zootopia AU

[Jake] [Gina] [Amy] [Rosa] [Scully]

#my art #brooklyn 99 #zooklyn 99 #furry #charles boyle #sun bear boyle #I was watching the conspiracy video from a youtuber and he said the bear's ass looked like a pack of hot dogs #and my immediate thought was 'Boyle...'

[madwomansapologist]

Hello! I noticed that you have Brooklyn nine nine in your masterlist

As a fan of B99, May I request a wholesome headcanon of Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle and Terrence Jeffords' reaction of meeting the reader who is captain Raymond Holt and kevin cosner's adoptive child and is working in the 99th precinct

Sorry if this is long

99th precint meeting Kevin & Holt adoptive child would include

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synopsis: The squad already knew that Raymond Holt is a man of few words, but who would have thought that he had a child?

warnings: none. gender neutral. no race implied. no age implied. like jake and amy, everyone deserves to feel like Holt and Kevin's kid. all b99 detectives included. reader have Holt and Kevin's personality.

Dear 99th Precint, I proudly inform you that today will be my child's first day of work as a rookie cop in our precinct. Don't embarrass me. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.

• No one had ever heard Raymond talking about having a child. They never saw a photo of them on his house. Kevin never mentioned something. Or have them? No. No, they didn't.

• Even Gina was surprised. She was mean about it, of course, but she didn't knew anything.

• When Holt arrived, everyone was waiting for him on his office. Peralta tried to play cool before asking, but soon Terry was screaming about how could he have a child and didn't say anything to them.

Haymond answered without blinking an eye: "Peralta would make it weird." Everyone understood. "Hey!" Everyone except Peralta. "But why you don't have pictures with them on your house?" Amy asked. "Are you implying I would forget my child's face, Santiago?" Holt was clearly offended.

• You arrived apologizing for being three minutes and seven seconds late. Rosa widened her eyes, muttering about you being his copy. Holt smiled at that comment.

• Jake tried to act like a cool big brother but as soon as you opened your mouth he was fangirling over you. You made a mental note about calling him "bro" if you ever needed something from him or wanted to make him happy. Every single little thing you did was a reason for him to smile widely.

• Terry offered to show you the place, and told you everyone's name. He was all sweet and polite, acting like the dad of the squad. Well, he was. Terry made questions about your training and abillities. He was trying to show off, and it was working.

• Amy was affraid of saying something wrong. Amy danced when you said your father talked about her, and immediately regreted that. All her atempts of acting cool were imterrupted by Gina's jokes. She almost cried when you refered to her as your father's apprentice.

• Hitchcock and Scully thought you were already working with them. They didn't get what was happening. Holt was so glad when they went to took a nap.

• You and Rosa sat down and spent thirty minutes in absolute silence. It was the best experience of your entire life.

• Gina was waiting for you in the hallway of the bathroom. She asked if you wanna form a alliance with her. You obviously said yes, despite not knowing what she really meant by that.

• You were surprised for not meeting Boyle. On your lunch break, you realized why: he had rushed to prepare a meal for the two of you. He and Terry got into a fight about food while you were eating. It was exactly like your father told you. It was perfect.

• You have a nice feeling about working there.

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[missyandthemisfits]

Shinra/Arthur X Reserved!FemReader

A/N love me some Arthur -  

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Shinra Kusakabe

- While Shinra's not against the whole 'reserved' thing, obviously because he managed to get the crush in the first place, but he's definitely going to be incredibly awkward when engaging.

- At the beginning, very much gets caught up on the approach and delivery of his greetings and conversations, making them VERY unnatural.

- Never quite knows what to say or how to say it. Tries his best to gauge (Name')s reaction to curtail it to her more but girls are so complicated-

- Little does he know, every single interaction dorky or not wears on (Name)'s cold exterior and soon enough she's seeking him out of her own volition.

- On missions they happen on together, in her free time, every moment they're in the same room she starts to gravitate towards the boy, which only goes unnoticed for a few weeks or so

- Shinra starts to speak a little more naturally around her and bit by bit, he comes to grips with having full conversations with her despite only getting 3 word responses most time

- One day, he's rambling on about how cool it would be if he could suddenly be the 'Hero everyone needs' and (Name) is so touched by the notion, she let's her head fall onto his shoulder suddenly with a silent smile.

- He's sort of a stuttering mess but she's not complaining.

- Blurts out his feelings right then and there - feelings he definitely wasn't expecting her to reciprocate - she does tho.

Arthur Boyle

- Arthur certainly doesn't mind spending his days with someone who's mostly quiet - infact, he'd very much prefer to spend his time with someone like that, a fair maiden who is much more introspective than extroverted.

- A lot of time is spent daydreaming by the both of them and any passerby is left to wonder if they're in need of assistance- they're perfectly okay, just kind of existing in the same space together while also in their own little worlds. It's quite nice, not feeling obligated to keep a conversation going.

- When they do speak, it's also pretty pleasant. It's usually about the most random things; thoughts that come across either's minds, food and what they're in the mood for at the time, if the other feels like sparring - all usually short lived.

- He's the type to randomly hand out compliments, especially when he notices something is different about (Name) i.e. hair, nails, etc. If you think he's not paying attention to her, think again; he silently takes notice of details he'd otherwise not care about in regards to anyone else. 

- Compliments are always earnest and given with a smile (part of him just likes to fluster her), making him that much more attractive honestly.

- It is pointed out by several people in his company about the exorbitant amount of time spent on seeking out (Name)'s presence and just...silently basking in it.

- "It's weird, dude. You guys don't even talk half the time." - Shinra

- His immediate response is a shrug, followed by "I just really enjoy her company." And he really, really does.

- 'Really enjoy' eventually graduates to 'Love' when he starts to really get to know her - her humor, her strengths, her faults - and somehow he finds every little new thing he learns captivating 

- For the most part, has 0 problems confessing when he's ready, even with a rapidly increasing heart rate. (Name) can't help but chuckle a bit at "My fair Lady" part tho, blush and all.

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#fire force x reader #fire force x you #fire force arthur #fire force #arthur boyle #arthur boyle x reader #shinra kusakabe #shinra x reader #enen no shouboutai #more to come

[fatalism-and-villainy]

More thoughts about the dynamic I talked about here:

It’s telling that the way Abigail engages with Hannibal re: Nick Boyle’s death is very different from the way she engages with Will about it (and by extension, that the way Hannibal engages with Will about GJH’s death is very different from how he engages with Abigail about Nick Boyle’s death).

That is to say, Hannibal’s initial, outward response to Abigail killing Nick Boyle is primarily disapproval - foregrounding what she’s most trying to conceal about herself, and positioning himself as a moral authority who’s making a considerable sacrifice to protect her:

Hannibal: This isn’t self-defense, Abigail. You butchered him. Abigail: I didn’t. Hannibal: They will see what you did. And they will see you as an accessory to the crimes of your father. Abigail: I wasn’t. Hannibal: I can help you, if you ask me to. At great risk to my career and my life. You have a choice. You can tell them you were defending yourself when you gutted this man. Or we can hide the body. (1.3)

Later, he changes tack and allows that Abigail did do the right thing and that self-defense is an excusable motive:

Abigail: You’re glad I killed him. Hannibal: What would be the alternative? That he kill you? (1.3)

And:

Abigail: In the dream, I wonder how I could live with myself, knowing what I did. Hannibal: And when you’re awake? Abigail: When I’m awake, I know I can live with myself. And I know I’ll just get used to what I did. Does that make me a sociopath? Hannibal: No. It makes you a survivor. (1.4)

This change in approach is partly by design, I think - his more condemnatory initial approach impresses on Abigail the worst possible interpretation of her actions (and hints at the fact that he can see through the front she’s putting up), in order to get her to trust him, and then gradually he starts to show qualified approval and emphasize her agency to move behind her father’s influence. And his emphasis on self-defense in their conversation at the end of Potage serves as a way of deflecting Abigail’s sharp inference that he might be a serial killer. But he consistently only approves of Abigail committing murder in utilitarian terms, rather than emphasizing any satisfaction Abigail might have gotten from it.

And the person who does validate that for her is, of course, Will, when they compare notes on killing her father vs. killing Nick Boyle:

Abigail: I thought there was something wrong with me, because I didn’t feel ugly when I killed Nick Boyle. I felt good. That’s why it was so easy to lie about it. Will: Like you didn’t do anything wrong. Abigail: Feel like you’d done something wrong when you killed my dad? Will: I felt terrified. And then… I felt powerful. Abigail: It felt good. To get to end it, to stop it all. (1.12)

They’re both nodding so vigorously by the end of that exchange, just fully understanding in that moment how the other is feeling. And significantly, Hannibal doesn’t set himself up as someone with whom she can unload those feelings on, or find that kind of understanding with! Obviously he doesn’t want to go mask-off about being a serial killer immediately, but he doesn’t even drop any hints with about the appeal of murder; and meanwhile with Will, where he’s got all his “it’s beautiful, in its own way” and “killing must feel good to God” and “not flesh and blood but light and air and colour” lines. Aside from his initial intimation that she had darker motives, his approach with Abigail is mostly affirming her best qualities, suggesting she’s not like her father and that she had no choice but to kill Nick Boyle. And Will ends up being the one to affirm Abigail’s darker qualities.

And, well - my sense of why Hannibal takes this approach is that he was hoping for exactly that. He wanted Abigail to go to Will with those feelings, to be drawn to Will because he offered a potential source of a specific kind of validation and understanding that she wasn’t getting from Hannibal - and thus, for Abigail to help draw out Will’s murderous impulses in turn. Just as he used the prospect of protecting Abigail to push Will’s sense of ethics a little bit farther out. They were both the bait, for each other.

#hannibal meta #abigail hobbs #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal #my meta #hannibal talk #there was some group chat discussion awhile back about how hannibal intended to make the murder family happen #before his hand was forced in putting will in prison #and while i'm sure he was playing it by ear #in terms of revealing himself and pushing the others into a place where they could accept him #i do think a lot of his plan relied on using abigail to bridge the gap between will's s1 ethics and what hannibal wanted for him

[bobparkhurst]

brief immediate mota finale thoughts

Literally every scene involving Rosie was gold. Not just because Nate Mann has consistently knocked it out of the park, but I think he's just had the most incredible arc. This whole series could have been about Rosie Rosenthal specifically and I think barely scratch the surface of how interesting and incredible this man was. Rosie's great character trait is his empathy and righteousness. There was a moment I found mildly chilling, which is where, after having witnessed the atrocities, Rosie gets a line that does step on that line where righteousness turns into zealotry and it's *understandable*, and it's a great counterpoint to Harry's worry about what the war has turned him into. Like, I feel that whole moment is quite ambiguous about where we all fall and tbh I adored it. The writing was great, the intimacy was great and Anthony Boyle and Nate Mann were just absolutely just showing us all how it's done. Both of those boys need accolades for this.

Buck/Bucky broke my heart over and over again. The return of the lucky deuce (that teary face)! Buck telling Bucky with his words that he was glad to have him there these years. Flying home. Austin Butler's face journey when he hears Bucky's voice over the radio. Same buddy, you should have seen me sitting here like CALLUM? I KNOW THOSE VOWELS. THAT'S CALLUM TURNER. You heard me the first time, Gale.

KENNY IN THE PLANE. LOVE THAT FOR ME. Raff Law's perfect little face of awe. I did actually like as well that he fixed up all these planes constantly as instruments of war, with every repair he made representative of danger, injury and death, and then he got to ride in one for the very first time and it's a mission of help. Ken has just been such a quiet joy of a presence throughout. I thought it was lovely to give him the moment with the kids at the end, listening to the radio too. This baby boy of the company was fully older brother. God. I think Ken Lemmons might be my favourite character of all. If I can ever get my hands on good quality vids, I'm making so many gifs. PLEASE GOD LET ME FIND THE BOOK ABOUT HIM.

I do think the Tuskegee airmen were short-changed, I was really hoping for some meatier stuff for them this episode. I understand why they weren't the focus - the focus is on exactly four characters - but I do think a few more scenes wouldn't have gone amiss. I adored the Jefferson/Cleven scene of last episode. Did love the quiet background Macon/DeMarco friendship though.

I mentioned Anthony Boyle earlier, but again, there was some fantastic Croz stuff here. His physicality has changed so much over the course of this show, it's so good.

There's no let up in the horror, but I think a really good blend of that and the catharsis and the celebration. MotA has suffered from pacing problems throughout, and a bit here too, but overall I thought it was balanced and the visual colour returning towards the end. Gorgeous.

If I was Gale Cleven's wife of 51 fucking years I'd be pissed as hell to not even be mentioned in his title card. Jesus Christ. It's fine to have that narrative in the show but I found it very disrespectful, like Marge was his one and only true love? There was room to acknowledge both loves.

#mota spoilers #i have many other thoughts but i also have to do some actual work today so #mota #masters of the air

[she-wolf09231982]

Joe Liebgott

“You Nervous?”

Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicated…until it wasn’t and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF

This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls ❤️ hope you like it Nat!

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real Marines the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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You weren’t the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.

It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.

Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe Roe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.

Easy accepted you as one of their own…except for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a ‘broad,’ as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.

You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.

They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there

"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"

"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.

"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.

"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.

"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joe’s neck.

“Lieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.” Doc added.

“Yeah, no thanks, Doc, I’m good.” Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.

“Joe, I wasn’t askin’ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then you’ll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ain’t got enough hands to help ya.” Doc said sternly.

Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.

You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked harshly.

“I was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?” You ask.

“Oh, I don’t know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckin’ Krauts!” He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.

“Ok well then let’s get this fixed, shall we?” You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.

You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.

“Ack! THAT HURT!” He barked.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!!”You bit back.

You over his childish behavior towards you.

“Just get it over with.” He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.

You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didn’t need to stitch it, that would’ve been hell for both of you with his attitude.

“There. You’re good.”

“Fantastic.” He replied without a thank you.

He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.

The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadn’t dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadn’t been with Easy Company then, so this would be Theo first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,

“Hey! Get a load of this!” Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.

Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his next. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.

Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.

“…Woah.” Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.

“Not bad, eh, Lieb?” Tab teased.

He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.

The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.

“May I have this dance?” He asked politely with a slight bow.

Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.

“Maybe the next song.” You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.

“Come on, doll, no time like the present, right?” He insisted ya king you be the arm to the dance floor.

Liebgott’s clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.

“Hey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?”

Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, you look a little…pissed.” Toye said plainly.

“Well, I ain’t.” Joe retorted.

He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldn’t find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.

He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.

“You said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!” He said.

“Fine, just this once.” You accepted.

You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so you’d keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to my-“ you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.

“Oh we ain’t done here, honey.” He declared.

You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.

“Get your meat hooks off of me.” You warned through clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He mocked.

“Or you’ll have half of Easy raining down on you.”

You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squatting up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.

“Come on, guys, there’s enough ladies here to go around, why can’t I have a little fun with this one?”

“Because she don’t wanna have fun with you.” Joe shot back, “Let her go.”

The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.

Suddenly you feel Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.

“What the fuck is the matter with you??” He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That could’ve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.” He lectured.

“How do you know how much I’ve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who I’m interacting with anyway?” You returned crossing your arms.

Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger stated to elevate in his chest.

“If I wasn’t watching out for you, you would’ve gotten yourself into some real shit.”

He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.

His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.

“You nervous?” Joe questioned.

Your breathe caught in your throat.

“-no.” You breathed.

He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.

The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

“I think you are.” He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyelashes fluttered, “Wh-what are you doing?” You managed to ask.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “Admiring the view.”

You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.

“I thought you hated me?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “No. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.”

“Then why-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.

You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack you jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.

You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.

“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“I really don’t know but-“ you pull him in again, bringing his ear gently between your teeth then whisper, “we can’t stop now.”

“Let get outta here.” Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.

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You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. Kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.

When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping he’d chase you…which he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.

You seductively crawled over to the edge of them bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eye in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.

“Quit teasin’.” Joe purred.

“Or what?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

A joker like grin appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.

“You asked for it, sweeheart.” He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.

His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head the sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.

He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.

“Please, Lieb.” You beg.

“Joe.” He corrected.

You look at him.

“I want to hear you say my name a hundred times before the end of the night.” He growled.

You beam at him, “Please, Joe.”

He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” He goaded.

All you could do was smile coyly.

He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.

“Jesus Christ, Y/F/N.”

“Please, Joe.” You implore quietly in his ear.

This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.

He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.

“Joe…” you’d moan, spurring him on to go harder.

“Yeah, sweetheart, say it again.”

“My God, Joe…”

He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.

“Right there, Joe…keep goin’.” You lament.

“Yeah? Let it go, baby.” He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.

“Oh…my GOD, JOE!” You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.

He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of your breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence.

“That was…wow.”

Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetheart.”

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[anoverwhelmingannoyance]

Nischa headcanons because the little fellas have been infesting my brain like little invasive species:

—firstly, I believe in gay (no duh) and genderqueer he/him noel, and transmasculine bisexual poly mischa

—noel is in my mind significantly taller than mischa, like 5 inches at least (kinda like Andrew Rannells and Christian Boyle-style)

—noel cannot lift a damn thing to save his life, meanwhile mischa can somehow carry him with little to no effort (not in a “strong protecter and weak submissive” gross way, just in a “it’s most likely one would have more time and reasoning to put work into his strength, while the other may find it clashes with his ideals and interests” way)

—their contact photos for each other is just a game of “who can capture the ugliest picture of the other”

—mischa will get or show noel anything France related

—(goes without saying, but-) they both have very different ideas of what “romantic” music is… like noel will play soft, slow jazz like songs, and mischa would make them kiss and dance to Eminem

—going with that; their first non-noel’s lament kiss would be the most awkward thing ever, especially given how inexperienced they would both most likely be outside of it

—they find the most random things about each other endearing… like for example, mischa would be floored by Noel in his Taco Bell uniform for reasons neither of them quite understand, and Noel would be the same any time mischa smoked a cigarette in front of him (although this would have a more identifiable reasoning to it)

— if they had to share a bed together, it would result in either one rolling on top of the other, or one rolling on to the floor

—would 100% be the type to own a cat together as a sign of commitment

—one night before they were officially friends, Mischa randomly blurted out the thought of him and Noel getting matching tattoos together… it was never brought up since, however they’re still planning on it (this one is special to me cuz one friend made a drawing based off of it, and the other made a fanfic based off of the drawing)

— they would be one of those annoying couples who won’t directly do PDA, but get close enough that everyone would know why they wanted to take a bathroom break at the same time… if that makes any sense

—I feel like Noel would be the type to make mischa confess feelings first, just due to the fear of his luck making him lose their friendship over it

—mischa helps noel learn other languages, and Noel helps mischa in English class… many of these tutoring sessions end in whoever was being taught at the time flirting their way out of answering a question

— if they were to become end game, I don’t think they would have any kids, however I do think they would be absolutely extraordinary honorary uncles… like whoever’s child is lucky enough to know them would be spoiled shitless

—if they had to sit next to each other in class, Mischa would constantly be whispering the most random shit in Noel’s ear, and tapping his leg under the desk… naturally giving Noel impatience and butterflies 

—mischa has permanent little spoon syndrome… like to the point where even if noel wanted to try being the little spoon he would immediately reverse the roles again

—they would have days where they just go over to Noel’s house, and yell at the tv while watching either poorly written soap operas, or shitty reality tv…

—I don’t know exactly how to word this in order to make my point, but I feel like although he’s the more stereotypically masculine one, mischa is the more overall submissive role in the relationship (not even like- sexually, just in general when it comes to their day-to-day dynamic, personalities, and decision making)

—mischa will take surprise selfies of the two at the most randomly generated moments, and the one time noel managed to successfully get him back for this he immediately made it his phone wallpaper and got a printed out version

That’s all I have for now,

Toodles

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #nischa #rtc #i need to get a hobby #the gay people #they are taking over my brain #send help

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hi there :) could i please request a dark!charles boyle (from brooklyn 99) x younger!fem!reader? maybe charles becomes really obsessed with the reader (he goes full-boyle, like in the show) and wants to marry her asap and is obsessed with getting her pregnant and starting a family, even if she isn’t ready. feel free to make it as dark as you’re comfortable with, im comfortable with dark stuff like drugging, forced pregnancy, etc so whatever you’re comfortable with :) thank you so so much & just let me know if you’re not comfortable with this request!

Trust me this is nothing compared to my AO3 history :)

Sorry for the late reply!

Dark!Charles Boyle x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up Top!

Warning: Dark/Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

Jake's pleas ran through Charles's mind, but they did little, as even without his state of denial, he was going full-boyle no matter what. Wanting you to be spoiled beyond repair, Pulling back into reality, looking down at his phone, and seeing your reply for your date at his place.

After only dating for a bit, it sounded like a fun idea for a movie night after making dinner together with a take-out number as a backup. His jacket hugged you, having been from your first date. Walking up to his door, it swings open, and Charles smiles widely.

His eyes immediately scanned you. "Wow, you look amazing." He says, making you smile and gush over his face of shock, "And you don't look bad yourself, handsome," seeing him dressed in a nice button-up with a cooking apron hanging from his neck.

Letting you into the aroma of dinner being started, walking further in a video played next to the stove, "You started without me?" You looked back at him. "Yeah, I thought you could watch instead," He said, leading you further to the kitchen and sitting you on a kitchen stool.

You were tired, so you didn't protest. Watching as he stopped the cooking video and began to fry up something in the pan, making your mouth water. "I know this is our third date, but I wanted to discuss some things," He said, still stirring the pan. "Oh?" Your attention was pecked looking at his soft face. "I think we should get serious—married, in fact." His eyes met yours, and his lips thinned as your shock formed your face.

It wasn't that you didn't like him; it was just too much for a third date. "This soon, I mean, I agree to get serious, just not..." Watching as he put down the spacial, he looked at you with blank eyes and said, Well, I do imagine that months from now you will be waddling around here." He says looking around his place.

That was it. You needed to leave and give him a day to think over his words. Standing up from your seat, you walked to the door without saying a word. "I wouldn't do that," He said, stopping you in your tracks. Looking closer at the door, it was bolted with locks only a key could open.

"Please sit back down." His voice was calm, but it did nothing for your racing heart or the sinking feeling you had to eat your insides. Tears stung your eyes. He had the upper hand.

Making a choice, you walked back and sat with your head down. Your throat hurt as you tried to swallow down your cries. Looking up at Charles, his soft eyes looked back at you, "See, I knew you were the one," Before going back to cooking with a cheerful smile.

-

Your feet hurt as you stood folding your husband's clothes. You had promised him not to be up working, so you had to rush before he came home. Working around your pregnant belly, you struggled next to get the clothes in his drawer. "I told you not to be on your feet." A cold voice sounded from behind you.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help." You just wanted the bed to be cleaned off, not wanting to share your nap time with his pile of clothes. A sigh made your shoulder tense, but his arms gently wrapped around you with a kiss planted on your shoulder.

"Go lay down," He says, then kisses your neck, releasing you to sit on the bed. Watching as he closed the dresser before turning to the bed and putting his jacket and bag on the bed.

"What did you do all day?" He asked, undoing his tie. "Not much except the clothes," you explained, but only got a hum back from him.

Throwing his tie in the laundry basket, he turns to you and says, "I'm going to draw a bath for both of us, so don't go anywhere." He says it, smiling, then walks to the bathroom. His words mocked you like he would allow you to, but definitely not with the sharp eye he has on you thanks to your rib kicker.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#charles boyle #charles boyle x reader #dark!charles boyle x reader

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Full Boyle - Yandere!Charles Boyle x GN!Reader

A/N: It's funny because I got a very similar Wesker request. Also I've decided to start just quoting the request & pinging the requester when they aren't anonymous bc this is more aesthetically pleasing :)

Request/Prompt: hello!! :) could i please request yandere!charles boyle x reader? maybe reader is a new detective in the 99 and is a lot younger than boyle, but he knows reader is ‘the one.’ maybe he ends up kidnapping them or going full-Boyle, thinking he wouldn’t have a chance with them otherwise. thank you so much! i can’t wait to read it and also make a rosa request! ❤️ - @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Contains: Yandere dark shit (Obviously), age gap (LEGAL), early Brooklyn Nine-Nine time (Late S1?)

The officers had all gathered, talking about what they thought the new recruit would be like. Scully & Hitchcock expressed their desire for it to be another older man to join their duo.

"There is no way they are going to hire another old-timer," Peralta joked.

"I want another woman here, I can't deal with Jake being gross for one more second," Amy spoke up.

"You're right Amy, another woman here would be cool," Jake joked suggestively.

"Okay, that's disgusting."

The group paused as they heard Captain Holt talking. He was personally showing you around the precinct. He arrived at your new desk, across from Boyle's, & turned to the team.

"Why is everyone staring?" Holt asked with the same deadpan look he always had.

"Are they the new recruit?" Amy asked excitedly.

Holt nudged you to introduce yourself, "Hello everyone! I am Y/N L/N, I'm fresh out of the academy & I am the new recruit!"

Everyone got excited & the group began introducing themselves to you. You thought you had met everyone but your new captain was looking around, seemingly confused.

"Where is Boyle?"

"He was just here, right next to me," Jake spoke up.

"Well, he'll introduce himself whenever he comes back. Welcome to the precinct, Y/N. Come with me to my office, I'll get you your first case."

The truth is, Boyle left because he was absolutely awestruck. He was too afraid to talk to you, you captured his heart without even saying a word to him. His heart was racing & he was blushing hard.

Over the next couple of months, Boyle managed to talk to you. Jake definitely noticed the crush & tried to set you two up. Possibly a coincidence, likely somehow Jake's fault, but you were constantly paired up with Boyle. He took note of your preferred morning beverage & snacks, being sure to bring you some when you forgot. You grew to like his weird quirks & your laugh was like music to Boyle's ears. You actually started to get a crush on your dork of a coworker. Everything seemed completely fine... well.

Boyle pulled Jake away from his conversation with Amy & into the men's restroom, insisting it was urgent. He checked under each stall as Jake stood with his arms crossed, completely confused.

"Boyle, what is going on?"

Once the coast was clear, Boyle grabbed onto Jake's shoulders, "Jake, I messed up!"

"What do you mean?"

"I went Full Boyle!"

Jake let out a laugh, "Oh come on, Boyle. That's nothing new, this could have waited. Welp, we're here anyways, what did ya' do?"

Boyle fidgeted with his hands, he decided to tell the truth.

You showed up just on time, you usually preferred to show up fifteen minutes early to events but considering this was a one-on-one dinner at your crush's house... you decided to be predictable. You knocked at the door & it opened almost immediately like he was waiting for you to knock. Boyle looked you up & down quickly, jaw dropped.

"You look amazing, Y/N! Come on in," he made room for you to walk past him.

You blushed as the man guided you to the kitchen table. It was set up very romantically with roses. You were shocked to say the least, the two of you were supposedly just having a casual dinner.

"What's all this?"

"Only the best for you, Y/N. Speaking of, I'll go get the food! Please, have a seat," Boyle pulled a chair out for you as you spoke.

Once you sat down, Boyle headed to the kitchen & returned with two plates of beautiful food.

He set a plate in front of you first, "Please, dig in."

You happily obliged him & began eating the food. It tasted even better than it looked. Boyle almost forgot to eat, addicted to your reactions to something he worked so hard to give you. As the food slowly but surely dwindled & the wine disappeared from your glass, Boyle's confidence grew. He decided it was time.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You looked up, cheeks rosy from the wine.

His eyes softened, his brain pulled to other thoughts, "I love you."

You were taken aback. You liked the man, yes, but this was a jump. You thought he might like you, but love you? That's a lot. Maybe he misspoke? Well, you do like him... maybe just roll with it?

"I'm sorry," Boyle spoke, dragging you from your thoughts, you hadn't noticed your weird expression as you thought about the topic at hand.

"No, Charles, it's okay. I-" You began.

"No, I'm sorry. Let me get you more wine."

Boyle took your glass & returned to the safe space that was his kitchen. In a moment of anxiety, he made a stupid decision. He couldn't lose you, not over some slip-up. You weren't leaving. He grabbed some NyQuil from the cabinet & poured it into your wine before returning to the table. He set your glass down in front of you before sitting back down. You awkwardly grabbed the glass & swirled it a little bit.

"Look, Boyle," you spoke slowly, trying to find the right words, "Love is a strong word, but hey, I do like you a lot."

Boyle's eyes widened. He misread the situation. It was too late to stop you, the glass touching your lips the moment you finished speaking.

You shook your head, adjusting to the new taste, "Was that the same bottle? That tasted... different?"

"Oh yeah, it was, um, heavier on the grapes?"

"Huh, that is odd," you were already feeling drowsy from the sheer amount of sleep meds, "I feel... off."

Your worst fears flooded your mind. Did Boyle drug you to take advantage of you? He wouldn't do that, would he?

"I should get home- before I get you sick," you struggled to come up with a believable excuse.

"Oh, nonsense," the man across from you stammered, quickly minimizing the distance between you, "You should lay down if you feel weird though. Would you prefer the couch or my bed?"

Poor guy didn't mean to make the situation worse, he just wanted to go back in time right now. You pulled away from Boyle's embrace, really only scaring him more.

"No, I should just take an uber home. This feels really bad. I don't want to be a burden. Plus, work tomorrow!" You were rambling at this point.

"Y/N, please, just lay down on the couch. I can make you some soup or get you some medicine!"

"Boyle, I want to go home," You head was spinning, staying awake becoming a difficult task.

"Y/N, please-" Boyle tried to grab your arm.

As you ripped away from his grasp, you fell back. Your head hit the floor, it wasn't a big hit. It was enough to daze you though. You looked up at Boyle before finally losing the fight against sleep. You were now out cold on the floor of Boyle's hallway.

Boyle paused as he noticed how crazy he looked, "Nothing- It's nothing."

"Oh come on man, I know how bad you can be. It's not like you kidnaped Y/N or-"

Boyle let out an obnoxiously fake laugh, "No, I wouldn't do that."

"Boyle," Jake now sounded serious, he saw through the laugh.

"What?"

"You did not."

"I didn't," Boyle nodded.

"Don't lie to me, Boyle."

"Who, me? I could never lie! Ring ring ring! Woah, is that my phone?" Boyle laughed awkwardly before running out of the room.

Later that day, Captain Holt stepped out of his office. He looked around for a moment, silently, gaining Amy's interest.

"What is it, Captain?" She asked.

"Oh, Y/N just didn't call in for work. I was checking if they just forgot to clock in & were here all along."

A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long, I have been busy with school, other requests, & being too drained to write. I finally did it! I hope it lived up to expectations!

#brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn 99 #charles boyle x reader #charles boyle #full boyle #yandere #x reader #request #requests are open #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral

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Okay, fucking hell. I have been looking forward to the start of season 15 for so long, and when it finally happened, I got delayed even longer. Missed it the night it happened because I had to go out and live in the real world, then the next day I got really busy with work, then had to go five hours out of town and get no sleep in a terrible hotel room before spending yesterday yelling at some teenagers while they fought other teenagers, then got home today and had to do more work stuff. Now, finally, on Sunday evening, I get to do the thing I’ve really wanted to do for several days now, which is sit down and watch this fucking Taskmaster episode that aired on Thursday.

At long last, here are my thoughts on Taskmaster s15e01, written as I watch it:

- If you take into account Alex Horne’s fame for giving very memorable performances in Dictionary Corner of Catsdown, as well as impressive performances as a proper contestant on the real Countdown, this might be the best of all the “Greg gives Alex an insulting nickname” jokes they’ve ever done, thrown in as one of the very first lines in this season.

- Oh good, I have no good reason for this but I enjoy the prize tasks with a size or weight stipulation. I just think it’s funny to see the wildly different directions people can go with things that are about the same size.

- Well, this show promised us Frankie Boyle being a human being for once, and here he is bringing his kids into it in the first thing he says. And then having a delightful little exchange where he calls Greg creepy for wanting a painting of him in his house. Lovely, no notes.

- Okay, when the trailer came out recently and spoiled the fact that Frankie and Ivo are the team of two, I said that’s great, because I know this might not say anything great about me, but I do find the “one contestant being terrified of another” dynamic hilarious, when it happens on Taskmaster. Dara O’Briain and John Kearns played it to perfection last season, and if anything could match that, it would be Frankie Boyle getting paired with a younger, skittish, susceptible-to-pressure Englishman who’s built a career on talking about how posh he is. My hopes for this were only buoyed when Frankie’s interview came out, and it turns out that after filming the tasks (including team tasks) but before filming the studio stuff, his answer to “Who’s your biggest rival?” was “Everyone except Ivo.” Ivo’s interview came out just today, and his answer to that question was to stammer slightly while saying “Frankie”.

I almost feel bad for expressing how funny I find the idea of this dynamic, because it’s not a good thing. Disclaimer: I think schoolyard bullying in real life is very bad. And I suppose there’s some level it can reach on panel shows, after which it would stop being funny. I’ve seen a few examples, across many years of television, of panel show bullying going so far that it’s not funny anymore. But I do tend to find it really funny until it reaches that level.

I give all the background because Frankie was the first person to present his prize, and Ivo had to go second. While this happened, I though Ivo looked and sounded a bit terrified, possibly just from having to explain something with Frankie Boyle looming over him.

But then I thought, okay, I’ve made so many assumptions about that dynamic before the season even started, that I’m projecting them onto what is clearly just a completely normal prize task description. He might sound slightly stilted, but there’s no need to imagine that he’s noticeably bothered by anything this early in the season.

But then Greg cut him off mid-sentence to ask:

And then they all stopped to acknowledge how weird it was that Ivo Graham sounded unnecessarily terrified, and then he immediately got bullied by Frankie Boyle, saying he sounds like he’s playing a game where he can’t say certain words. I’m not imagining it, everyone! Team Franko (just coined that one, will be using it any time I reference them in any post I make this season, add it to the list of Taskmaster teams with convenient portmanteaus, like Vicotrialan and Morguziree) is going to be fun. I’m sorry, I really do like Ivo Graham, but I kind of want to see him get crushed. To be fair, I think he’d be the first to admit that part of his appeal as a comedian is it’s funny to watch him get crushed.

- I haven’t gotten to the scoring yet, but Jenny got robbed in that chat, eggs are dependable as hell. Quick, easy, convenient, good for you, cheap, last longer than most things that aren’t processed food. Solid prize. Also, Jenny Eclair’s the one I know the least about, but I immediately like her energy. Based on the few YouTube clips of her I’ve seen, I predicted her Taskmaster persona might be Jo Brand’s level of giving a shit with Rob Beckett’s level of energy. So far, we’re on track for that to be true.

- Took this screenshot entirely because this joke of Alex’s seemed to unnoticed by the audience, and it deserved more.

- So, based on only his prize task presentation, I’m getting that Kiell is going with “wildly enthusiastic, going ironically over the top in selling himself” energy. Making me think of Guy Williams from Taskmaster NZ a bit. I like it.

- Slightly weird to see Mae Maritn introduce a prize task so soon after watching their new stand-up special, as their enthusiastic prize task selling persona is very similar to their stand-up persona. And to their self-insert sitcom character. Basically, I’m pretty sure this is just the actual Mae Martin we get every time. And it’s absolutely captivating. I promise I will try not to mention how incredibly attractive they are too many times before this season is over.

- Oh, I wrote the above point before seeing Mae’s actual prize, and I need to come back and say they nailed that one. 1) A full English breakfast is awesome. 2) Bringing in that kind of food plays perfectly to Greg’s tastes, the mark of a student of the game. 3) Perfectly fits the remit. A breakfast like that can get you ready for anything - dependable. And I love that they bothered to specifically make it a kilo. I mean, I assume all Mae actually did was tell the producers to measure out a kilo, they weren’t putting food on scales themself. But still. I admire the commitment of saying they want to follow the instructions perfectly. That is how you do a prize task.

- Alex calling Ivo out in the moment for not getting the remit right, letting them all make fun of him for that, and then casually mentioning at the end that Frankie was also way off - very funny. Also, Frankie Boyle got overscored pretty hard there, as a painting of himself on a horse is neither one kilo nor dependable. Should have been an easy one point. But I get it, Greg. It’s Frankie Boyle. The inherently interesting nature of the enigmatic character-within-a-character Frankie Boyle being weirdly human does feel like it should be rewarded with points, though if we keep seeing things that way he’ll win every task all season.

- Well, Kiell wins the Fun Outfit Award this season.

Jenny wearing something that could be a costume but could also just be how she dresses. Frankie dressing down, because he’s insufficiently jolly for costumes. Ivo turning up in what looks like a school gym class uniform, because otherwise he might not give off a strong enough vibe of “student who’s bad at sports getting bullied during gym class”. And Mae wins the award for “Jesus, it’s only a track suit, how can I think someone’s clothing choice makes them look so attractive when all they’ve done is put on a track suit?”

- Oh yeah. The joke about it being funny that Frankie Boyle is so far out of his element is going to take a while to get old. It might get old at some point, but  that one has some mileage in it.

- Does the music playing in the background while they discuss their choreography remind anyone else of the But I’m a Cheerleader soundtrack?

- Alex mentioned that he’s had proposals and stag dos on Taskmaster before. He’s also choreographed dances before, circa season 4. To ringtones, that time.

- Jenny Eclair threatening to infect Alex with trench vagina on their wedding night is definitely backing up the idea of her having Jo Brand vibes. But she did say it with the enthusiasm of Rob Beckett.

- Ah, I see, dancing with no music. That makes sense - I did wonder why it said they could use any music, as surely only some stuff will be cleared in terms of copyright, not to mention Chanel 4 content regulations. But I guess you can play anything if you don’t actually play it. Similarly, ringtones are presumably not expensive to put on TV. They should keep having “choreograph a dance” tasks in each season, finding increasingly elaborate ways to avoid paying for music.

- Have now watched Kiell’s dance, and can say: Yep, they’re correct. I assume they created this entire task to prove the point that dancing looks funny with no music playing, and yep, turns out they’ve successfully proved that hypothesis. Dancing does, in fact, look funny with no music playing. Well done, Alex.

- Obviously Frankie Boyle chose an American hip-hop song from 2005, about socioeconomic mobility in a racist capitalist system. Obviously. It’s almost a relief, it would be too weird to watch him go completely out of character, all at once.

- I mean... it’s still pretty out of character.

I’ve seen a lot of sides to Frankie Boyle, from Mock the Week to New World Order, from his stand-up to his Guardian columns, his novel that had a little bit of everything. That’s a new one, though. Apparently he’s not always insufficiently jolly for costumes. 

- Another comparison for Jenny Eclair: her dance reminds me of Mel Giedroyc’s from season 4. Also, best one so far in terms of making it fun to try to guess what on Earth the music is. And learning the answer makes it funnier.

- Ivo not doing a lot to dispel my theory that he’s going to spend this whole season like a gym class student who’s bad at gym class.

- Ivo revealing that he picked one of Greg’s favourite bands and put a reference to another one of their songs on stage as well, like a student desperately sucking up to the teacher - also not dispelling the theory. Why does it come off as desperate when Ivo plays into Greg’s hands but savvy when Mae does it? I don’t know, something about the public personas they have both carefully curated over many years.

- Oh, Mae Martin is not fucking around. They actually choreographed that. Picked music that would actually be appropriate for a wedding. Put effort into doing it and visibly winced when it went wrong. Mae Martin is here to be competitive and I am so pleased about that.

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What an exciting matchup! Which of Charlotte Ritchie’s husbands would be able to give her the best wedding dance?

- Yeah, fair enough. I fully agreed with the scoring on that whole task.

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Okay, I think the winner of this season (assuming it’s one of these two... and that is looking likely, based on how things have started) should get to actually marry Charlotte Ritchie. Those would be good stakes.

- Oh, I immediately like the premise of this next task. Reward and punish based on arbitrary adherence, or lack thereof, to basic social etiquette. Leave them wondering whether to follow the etiquette or not, before and after knowing the premise. I like any task where we get to watch the premise slowly dawn on someone, and then watch them work out what to do about that in real time:

- 1) Watching Frankie Boyle unroll a ball of string while giggling like a child and batting at it like a cat is delightful.

2) I haven’t seen whatever they’re building up to yet, just paused it after Alex asked him if he’s happy. They’re going to have to roll it back up, aren’t they? Frankie won’t see it, because he’s not paying enough attention.

- Okay... so the back of the task negates the front? But if they’re contradictory instructions, can’t they argue that following either one should be as good as following the other?

I mean, fair enough, Frankie.

- Oh, title drop from Ivo. Who’s keeping stats on these things? Someone should be keeping track.

- Ivo looking for another ball of string in the house: student of the game move. That is a man who’s watched all his friends do this show over the last few years, and has memorized ideas for the sort of thing to expect. I bet there is one somewhere.

- Alex Horne: Do you think a Canadian will trust an Englishman?

Frankie Boyle: Shouldn’t do.

Me: Thank you, Frankie. I’ll keep your sage advice in mind if I ever manage to save up enough money to visit the UK.

- Mae Martin throwing the string around with abandon is... I mean. I’m trying to not just comment all the time on how attractive they are. Why is throwing string around something that makes that especially difficult? It’s something about the determination and breathless enthusiasm. This might be the biggest crush I’ve ever had on a Taskmaster contestant, despite there being some very significant competition in that field.

- It’s early in the season for this level of betrayal, really.

- Ooh, credit to Jenny for that workaround. I didn’t think of that idea at all.

- And Mae found it! This is another thing seeing up a Mae/Ivo dynamic, in which they both similarly care about winning, but Ivo holds back and Mae commits harder so is better at it (which is how Mae sucking up to Greg comes off as calculated, while Ivo doing it comes off as desperate). I’d be happy to watch that keep playing out all season.

- Location task!  I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat, take a good hard look at the motherfucking boat!

- Okay, this is basically a Super Mario game.

- Frankie Boyle saying “We’re lining up with this bad boy” and then immediately crashing into a tree on the other side of the river from his target is the first thing all episode to make me properly laugh out loud. Other parts have made me laugh, but not as hard as that.

- I really like this task. Where did they get a barge? I hope the other location tasks are not just in that general area, but are also on that barge.

- I agree with the decision to put that Jenny Eclair crash at the beginning of the opening titles. Good stuff.

- I’ve paused it after seeing Frankie and Jenny’s attempt to say: there has to be some other way of doing it, right? Some way of going around and catching the rings, not touching them but gather them on a stick or something? Maybe that wouldn’t work. Maybe they really do just have to drive a barge.

- Yep, I’m definitely on board with Kiell playing this season with comically over-the-top confidence. That’s entertaining.

- Mae and Ivo both kiling it out there, genuinely impressive. Sorry Ivo, I might have to take back at least a few things I said about you being competitive but incompetent. We’re getting competitiveness and competence from both people here.

- Oh shit! I think this is only the second time in Taskmaster history that two people have been so close in a “fastest wins” task that they’ve shown them next to each other. The first being Chris Ramsey and Sophie Duker, which was both a very exciting individual task, and the beginning of a really good rivalry.

- Right, I obviously wrote the above two points before this happened:

Well done with the misdirect on the photo finish, editors. That was slick.

- You know what else was slick? Mae Martin snagging those tubes like they’re a professional barge driver. God damn. Well done.

- Ivo completing the task, cheering so hard his hat fell off, and then immediately crashing into the concrete - another proper laugh out of me.

- I started this post by saying I’m amused by the idea of Ivo Graham being so afraid of Frankie Boyle that he had difficulty just introducing a prize while sitting next to him. That theory has also not been dispeled.

But based on watching him visibly squirm while they discussed his errors, and and then physically jump on the first person who tried to save him - I think this this season is going to offer me plenty of two things I like. One being highly competitive Taskmaster contestants caring way too much about doing well (from Ivo and Mae), and the other being, as I said, Ivo Graham getting crushed.

- I can’t be bothered to make a gif of this, and actually, I think the still images might be funnier anyway.

God damn, Ivo. Now I really do have to take back at least four or five of the comments I’ve ever made about your incompetence. That is… that was so cool, that you get one free pass in the future, you get to do one stupid thing some other time and I won’t even hope anyone crushes you for it.

Oh, that was genuinely good. Kiell responding in kind, also very funny. But humour aside, that was just a really smart idea out of Ivo. Fucking right.

- I tried to think of something to say about this screenshot so I could justify posting it, but I’ve got nothing, I just wanted that picture of Mae.

- Hell of a screenshot, this one is:

It’s a good Taskmaster episode when it produces at least one tableau that looks like it could be an ancient painting. It adds to the composition that it gets more dramatic as you work inwards - Frankie and Mae just observing, Ivo and Kiell processing what they’ve done with each other, Jenny raising her arms to the heavens.

- I like it. A strong balance in that opening episode, a solid mix. Some promising starts to various dynamics and personas, pretty much along the lines of what I was hoping for. This is going to be fucking good.

[fall0utboi12]

Admirer, 1954

In which a love confession doesn't go exactly to place and Percy immediately gives himself away while trying to be anonymous.

As always, this is also posted to my AO3

Percy paced his room, crumpled up paper littered the floor. He twirled his fountain pen between his ink stained fingers absentmindedly. He went back to his desk, grabbing out a new piece of lined stationary.

“Beloved…no too forward…dearest..? Maybe….” Percy spoke out loud to himself and sighed in frustration. “Come on, Percy, write… something. S-speak from the heart.”

He wrote down whatever came to mind that sounded romantic enough for a confession. He wrote about her eyes and what he liked about her. He wasn’t fully sure about the letter, but it was the best he could do and he finally signed it. He kept it anonymous, not confident enough to put his name on it. Just in case.

Sealing it in an envelope and writing her name on the back, he hurried out of his room. The mail should be here by now and hopefully still by the door. He grabbed the letters, slipping his letter into the small stack as he headed for the kitchen. Evelyn was there, talking with her mother. He sat the envelopes down on the kitchen table.

“Oh, mail’s here.���Evelyn snagged the stack, sliding it closer to go through. It was mostly advertisements and bills. She paused in the shuffling, pulling out Percy’s love letter to her. “Huh, I got a letter.”

“Who is it from?” Fenna wiped her hands on her apron. “Percy, could you help me with the dishes please?”

“It doesn’t say.” She tore open the envelope and Percy tried not to cringe out of his skin as she started reading it. “Dearest Evie, this is the fifth time I’ve tried to write this-”

“N-no need to read out loud.” Percy said, quickly stammering when she glanced over at him. “I just mean… it’s probably personal and meant for just…. And meant for just y-you.”

Evelyn raised a brow at him, giving him a look he couldn’t decipher. Was she on to him? She looked back at the letter after a long moment, her eyes moving as she quietly read it. Her cheeks started to turn red, the colour drifting up to her ears.

“What does it say?” Fenna glanced over her daughter’s shoulder.

“N-nothing!” Evelyn quickly pressed the letter to her chest to hide it.

Fenna gave a knowing look, making her daughter grow even redder; “I get it. I was young and in love once.”

“Oh, please stop.” Evelyn groaned. 

Fenna chuckled, shaking her head; “Do you know who sent it?”

“It’s signed with just ‘Admirer.” She said, looking over the letter. A smile spread on her face and Percy swore she glanced at him. “I think I have an idea. There’s a guy who comes by the clinic. He’s a little older, but only by a year or two and he’s such a gentleman. He has the cutest accent too. He’s a bit shy but comfortable once you get to know him. He’ll talk my ear off about his interests, but in the best way.”

Percy tensed, physically having to stop himself from snapping his head in her direction. There was already someone else? Percy had never noticed her talking to someone who sounded like that when he’d visit the clinic to bring her lunch. Maybe he missed something. He felt his heart sink to his stomach. He quickly finished putting the dishes on the drying rack and excused himself with an excuse of having some paperwork to do. 

There was paperwork on his desk he had to sort through, but he couldn’t focus on it. His thoughts on Evelyn and this mystery man. Was this how Arthur felt about Sally Boyle? Percy had only felt this way once about someone, but it felt more intense with Evelyn. He hated the idea of her with another man, and hated that he hated it. Evelyn had a right to be happy and if the man made her happy, shouldn’t he be happy for her?

It was an hour later when a knock sounded from his door and before it slowly opened. Evelyn peeked her head in before entering fully. She had an expression on her face that he couldn’t read, but he thought he saw concern mixed in.

“Been quiet up here, thought I’d come check on you.” She said, making her way to sit on his bed. 

“Just focusing.” He said, like he hadn’t spent the last hour staring holes into his desk. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, having a need to know more about Evelyn’s love interest. “So, that love letter… who do you think sent it? What does he… what does he look like?”

“Oh, he’s tall, olive skin with dark eyes and hair that’s always a mess. Big nose and ears, which I find very handsome.” She said, watching him. “He’s very smart but doesn’t think so, people have been very mean to him just because he’s different from most.”

Percy couldn’t help the understanding sympathy he felt towards the man. He quickly shook it off; “It sounds like you… It sounds like you really like him…”

“I do, I can’t imagine a life without him.” She said, and it was like an arrow shot through his heart. She continued on with a dramatic sigh. “Though he’s awful at picking up on my hints, even when I’m perfectly describing him to himself.”

“Sounds a bit dim to me.” Percy said.

“Oh for God’s sake, Percy.” She laughed loudly. She stood, coming to stand in front of him. “I’m talking about you!”

“W-what?” He stammered, unsure of what to do or say.

“Okay, let me try this again as blunt as I possibly can.” She sighed, taking a deep breath before mixing her eyes on his face. “I like you Percy, I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for the past year. I was thinking of how to tell you or if I even should when you wrote me that letter. And yes, I know it was you because you’re the only person who calls me Evie.”

“Huh.” Was all Percy could get out as his voice failed him. 

She shook her head in amusement. Her hand came up to gently cup his cheek before leaning in to press a chaise kiss to his lips. It was over as quickly as it started, but Percy could still feel it after she pulled away.

“Do you understand now?” She asked, lightly rubbing her thumb over his cheek. 

He nodded, unable to fight the foolish grin spreading over his face. She smiles as well, with the most love Percy had ever seen directed at him. This time he leaned in, pulling her close for another kiss.

#we happy few #whf #percy hastings #whf oc: evelyn hastings #hinted at percy being bisexual #💊 memories

[moominpapasfanficblog]

Boyle’s Odyssey

On finding your way around

The following morning, Boyle and Snusmumrikken were the first ones up. Boyle made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the three of them as they waited for Switchblade to wake up. They sat across from each other at the table in slightly uncomfortable silence.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you since we found Switchblade, but he….is the reason why I came to Tornio. Why DID you decide to come with me? Cities aren’t your thing at all. I’m grateful for your company, but what are your hopes for this….adventure?”, asked Boyle.

“I’m not entirely sure. I came to Moominvalley to try to undo….a lot of things in my life. I wanted to be a Mumrik like Snufkin, to reset the Moominvalley village so that I could reset my life, but I found out that nothing was what I thought it was. I came along to find out if I could find a path different from the one that I started out on. You need to concentrate on what you came here for. Don’t worry about me. I’m beginning to realize that I need to observe you sorting yourself out to help in sorting myself out. I will always be your friend, just not like Switchblade is.”, said Snusmumrikken.

“Well said! The first order of business is to explain how we got this building to ourselves and remodeled. Feel free to tag along, Snusmumrikken!”, said Switchblade as he casually ate a sandwich.

“Please don’t do that! You’re way too quiet when you try to be!”, said Boyle, breathing hard after Switchblade’s sudden appearance.

Switchblade lead the pair of them back down to the first floor of the tenement and to the apartment in the center of the hallway. He knocked politely on the door and the door was immediately opened by a twenty-eight year old Fillyjonk dressed in a very tidy business suit with a tie and wearing circular glasses.

“Ah, Switchblade. What can I do for you and your….companions?”, they asked in a very formal tone of voice.

“Wilhelm, this is Boyle, the enterprising young Hemulen who’s really responsible for starting all this (at this, he waived his right arm around at their surroundings), and his traveling companion, Snusmumrikken. I brought them to you so that you can explain how you made it possible to make it all real.”, said Switchblade.

“Very well! Please, do come in!”, said Wilhelm, his expression and tone brightening considerably as he ushered his guests into his apartment. Like all the other apartments, it was a small studio. Unlike most of the other inhabitants of the tenement, Wilhelm had crammed furniture and accents into every available inch of space. His bed was a well appointed twin bed set against the wall nearest to the door. There were two tall four drawer filing cabinets against the right hand wall topped with tasteful doilies under two small lamps with colorful shades. Between the two windows on the back wall was a small kitchen table with a luxurious tablecloth and four cushioned chairs. There was longer, heavy, ornately carved wooden table across from the small kitchen area that was clearly used as a food preparation area as it was furnished with a cutting board, a well stocked spice rack and knife and kitchen utensil caddy. On the floor there was a very large, elaborately decorated area rug. There were small, framed paintings on every available space along the walls. Boyle and Snusmumrikken entered slowly, gawking at everything and hardly daring to think of touching anything.

“Switchblade is exaggerating. He’s the one who brought me here in the first place, long before he inspired all of you to do all of this. He’s the one who inspired me to go beyond the letter of the law to help him free all of the young beasts from the detention center. But, please tell me the story of how you came to be here and became part of the effort to restore this building.”, said Boyle, blushing brightly.

“When I first came to this building,”, began Wilhelm, “I represented the Tornio Housing Authority and I was sent here to inspect this building to write up an official recommendation that it be demolished. Naturally, I was very surprised to find Switchblade and his band of street urchins working on it and beginning to make progress rebuilding it. Instead of treating me like an enemy, Switchblade immediately perceived that I wasn’t comfortable with what I was doing. He made me an interesting offer that quickly became irresistible. He could easily guess all of the unjust things the Housing Authority was doing and suggested that I ally myself with him and his gang. I saw that I had a chance to redeem myself. I forged paperwork at the Housing Authority to deed the property to him and his compatriots. I also….redirected city funds to the rebuilding of this tenement. I moved here permanently and began smuggling evidence of the innumerable shady real estate deals perpetrated by city officials here. The filing cabinets that you see here are full of damning documentation that I plan to use to dissuade anyone from stopping the progress that we’ve made here.”, said Wilhelm.

Boyle opened a drawer in one of the filing cabinets and chose a folder of documents at random. As he read the papers within it, his expression became more and more grim and serious.

“That was a wise precaution. But, if city officials found out about just this folder alone, they’d panic and send in the Hemulen Police to destroy all of this evidence and arrest everyone who lives here, and that would be the end of all you’ve accomplished. We have to spread this information as widely as possible, let everyone in Tornio know what’s been done in their name, with their tax money. Switchblade, I know what I want to do here, but I’m going to need all of your help to do it. We’re going to start a newspaper. The city authorities won’t dare touch this place if it’s the location of a legitimate business. Knowing that we have all the goods on them will be a safeguard against them instead of a liability. We’ll have to act surreptitiously and quickly, so they won’t realize what we’re up to until it’s too late.”, said Boyle.

“I love the idea already! Just tell us what we need to do, and we’ll make it happen!”, said Switchblade.

To Be Continued

#moomin #moominvalley #moomin fanfiction #moomin oc

[memoalonso49]

I wish my sister Alejandra and my brother-in-law (Samuel) nothing, but the best, as they embark on this new chapter in their lives. Not too long ago, they informed the rest of my immediate family that they were both now on a plane heading to England. I am so proud of my sister for striving to be a supportive wife to my brother-in-law as he embarks on a new assignment with the military and for being so willing to temporarily pause her law enforcement career for the next three years. My family obviously has mixed feelings/thoughts about her being even further away from us now, but amid everything, we are happy for her and now have a legititmate reason to visit her at Europe. (at Boyle Heights / Los Angeles, Ca) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClP-DdQLFat/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wrenhavenriver]

My, that’s wicked!

#dishonored #dishonorededit #gamingedit #lady boyle's last party #kgifs #kgifs: dishonored #surprise binch bet you thought you'd seen the last of my dh gifs #honestly a lot of the guests are quite funny #immediately thought of that post that talks about the party guests being like 'oh you're dressed up like the guy who's killing us? hot'

[sergeantsaintiago]

while this cliffhanger is v sad for holt, i’m lowkey excited about it because of the shift in dynamics. like isn’t amy his boss?? also since terry is moved to lieutenant, is amy moving to sergeant of the squad? is holt no longer captain or is he just the crossing guard/beat cop half the day? is there a new captain? there are SO MANY opportunities

also wuntch is lowkey a badass and above all actually seems to value justice and wants what’s best for the nypd so seeing her as commissioner is gonna be v interesting i think

#my immediate stream of thoughts after the episode #b99 #b99 spoilers #amy santiago #jake peralta #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #madeline wuntch #charles boyle

[wolveswolves]

Gray Wolves Regain Federal Endangered Species Act Protections

February 10, 2022 — Victory: Court decision will prevent hunting, poisoning, and trapping in 44 states

OAKLAND, CA — A federal district court today struck down a 2020 decision by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service that removed federal protections from gray wolves across much of the U.S. The Trump administration delisted the gray wolf after 45 years of protection under the Endangered Species Act despite the strong disagreement from experts who noted that the wolf’s recovery hinged on continued protections. Although President Biden expressed personal concern for wolves, the Biden administration chose to defend the delisting decision.

Today’s ruling throws out the Trump administration delisting rule and reinstates federal protections for wolves in 44 states.

“Wolves need federal protection, period,” said Kristen Boyles, attorney at Earthjustice. “The Fish and Wildlife Service should be ashamed of defending the gray wolf delisting, and it should take immediate action to restore Endangered Species Act protections to all gray wolves, including those in Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana.”

“Today’s ruling is a significant victory for gray wolves and for all those who value nature and the public’s role in protecting these amazing creatures,” said Jamie Rappaport Clark, CEO and president at Defenders of Wildlife. “Restoring federal protections means that these vitally important animals will receive the necessary support to recover and thrive in the years ahead.”

“Although we celebrate this win, my thoughts keep returning to the hundreds of wolves who suffered and died under state management,” said Collette Adkins, carnivore conservation director at the Center for Biological Diversity. “I hope this ruling finally convinces the Fish and Wildlife Service to focus on recovering wolves, not prematurely removing their life-saving protections.”

“Last year we saw eight wolves illegally poisoned in Oregon with the perpetrator still at large,” said Danielle Moser, Wildlife Program Coordinator at Oregon Wild. “Restored protections are integral to making up for this devastating loss not only in our state but across the West.”

“Today is a monumental victory for wolves who will now be protected from state-sponsored bloodbaths,” said Kitty Block, president and CEO of the Humane Society of the United States. “After having yet another wolf delisting overturned in federal court, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service should finally learn its lesson. Instead of continuing to devise convoluted excuses to strip these beloved animals of legal protections, the agency must develop a plan for meaningful recovery across the species’ range and ensure that states will not decimate their wolf populations.”

“In a year where many wolves have been killed near national parks, today’s decision provides tremendous hope for the future of these animals. Wolves are an iconic species and a key part of many national park ecosystems,” said Bart Melton, Wildlife Program Director with National Parks Conservation Association. “As wolves continue to return to national park landscapes, this decision will provide protections for them for generations to come.”

“Today's ruling restoring much-needed federal protections means that wolves will have a chance to fully recover and carry out their important ecological and cultural roles across the country,” said Bonnie Rice, senior representative for the Sierra Club. “Instead of prematurely removing protections for wolves, the Fish and Wildlife Service should once and for all commit to their full recovery, including immediately reinstating protections for wolves in the Northern Rockies.”

Earthjustice challenged the wolf delisting in a lawsuit on behalf of Defenders of Wildlife, Center for Biological Diversity, Sierra Club, National Parks Conservation Association, Oregon Wild, and the Humane Society of the United States in January of 2021; that lawsuit was joined by another coalition of conservation groups and the Natural Resources Defense Council.

Gray wolf recovery in the United States should be an American conservation success story. Once found nationwide, gray wolves were hunted, trapped, and poisoned for decades; by 1967 there were fewer than 1,000 wolves in one isolated part of the upper Midwest. The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service protected gray wolves under the Endangered Species Act in 1978. Today there are recovering wolf populations in Minnesota, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho; wolves have begun to inhabit Washington, Oregon, and California; and unclaimed wolf habitat remains in states like Maine, Colorado, and Utah.

In 2020, 1.8 million Americans submitted comments opposing delisting. Additionally, 86 members of Congress (in both the House and Senate), 100 scientists, 230 businesses, Dr. Jane Goodall from the Jane Goodall Institute, and 367 veterinary professionals all submitted letters opposing the wolf delisting plan. Even the scientific peer reviews commissioned by the Fish and Wildlife Service itself found that the agency’s proposal ignored science and appeared to come to a predetermined conclusion, with inadequate scientific support.

After the gray wolf was removed from the protections of the Endangered Species Act, Wisconsin held a tragic wolf hunt, where hunters with dogs slaughtered 218 wolves in three days — exceeding the harvest quota by nearly 100 animals. In Idaho and Montana, where wolves were stripped of federal protections a decade ago, the states have allowed increased wolf slaughter.

(Source)

#wolf #wolves #wildlife #gray wolf #animals #news #article #U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service #Endangered Species Act