#and that scott also became yellow again

[bookworm-2692]

Life Tracker updated for Episode 7! This one is much quicker than Episode 6 on account of not being on holiday at the time, even though there were two thirds more deaths this time. Previous posts: Session 6, Session 5, Session 4. Also Session 8 (finale) post!

As usual, close ups and commentary below the cut. I’ve also added another graph for the average time of each team, which will also be below the cut.

There was so much carnage! 45 whole deaths in a single session! Not all deaths were awarded time during the session, but Scott’s video advised that it would be added by next session, so I have taken the liberty to add all the time as I see fit, hence why Scott is back to 7.5 hours. I haven’t seen every episode yet (in fact, other than Scott, I’ve only seen those that have perma-died), so I’m not sure if anyone else’s time is a mismatch, but if so I’m happy to explain where I’m getting my time additions and subtractions from!

Now for some close ups.

First, there was enough chaos that I decided to take a close up of Session 6 and 7 together so we can properly appreciate it:

And a close up of Session 7 by itself:

So many people lost major time, so it’s interesting to see Scott’s uptick of time at the end - he ended on only 30 minutes less than he would have been if he hadn’t died at all this session. Pearl didn’t die at all, and got the kill credit for Martyn blowing himself up in a trap, so she actually ended the session 30 minutes better than she started it. Grian also did very well for himself - he killed and died so many times, but somehow ended on the exact time he would have been on if he had experienced a peaceful deathless session.

BigB, Cleo, and Martyn all ended the session 1 hour poorer than they started, and Bdubs and Scar ended 1.5 hours below where they would have been. Nosy Neighbours are thus doing super well, with Mean Gills and Clockers not too far behind, in terms of maintaining position from the start of the session.

TIES had an awful time this session, with Impulse and Tango both losing a net 2 hours, and Etho and Skizz losing a net 2.5 hours - and obviously Skizz entirely died.

Joel possibly had the worst time, losing a net 3.5 hours this session - though it didn’t help that 5 of his 7 deaths were all caused by the one person. Technically Jimmy didn’t do too badly, given he only lost a net 1.5 hours... but given that he was out of the series only an hour into the session, and also the first out entirely... it really didn’t go well for him either

I also find it interesting the sheer number of vertical lines this graph, the ones representing a death immediately followed by a kill or vice versa. I would love to figure out a way to show only one line at a time on the graph, so we can more easily see someone’s journey, but I haven’t had time to look into it yet.

Now onto the graph of the average times per team.

This one is super interesting to me, especially TIES’s line - they had the lowest average life right from the start, but somehow by Session 4, through Session 5, and for most of Session 6, they were the team with the highest average time, and then it quite literally went downhill from there. The only thing saving them from being last now is the fact that the Bad Boys are down to only a single living player, and even then Grian is doing far better than most of TIES.

It’s also interesting to me how Mean Gills had a significant time uptick at the end of both Session 6 and Session 7 (the first due to Martyn and the second due to Scott). Scott’s time was so high that it kept Mean Gills’ average time as yellow for all of Session 6 despite Martyn being red for most of it... and Martyn then got enough kills to keep it there. Mean Gills is also the only team in the entire graph to anywhere gain such consistent significant time.

These averages also coincide with the comments I made above about the time offset difference for each player from the start to end of the session. Mean Gills are doing well, but they’ve been doing well for so long that I’m sure most players are aware that they need to be a target. Nosy Neighbours are also doing well but I feel like they’ve flown under the radar, and are not a significant target right now.

Here is a close up of this graph with Sessions 1-4:

And the close up for Session 5-7:

And the Session 7 only close up:

I kept the dead players in the teams’ averages, since I think it is a better reflection of the teams’ strength as a whole, but I also created a version that excluded dead players. In those screenshots you can really see Bad Boys’ and TIES’ time jumping up at a death, instead of falling as it did here.

Here are the alternate averages graph:

And close ups:

This makes Bad Boys look a lot better, because Grian does have a lot of time... but he is also alone. And there is definitely strength in numbers. Two players at an hour and a half each can fend off an attacker more easily than a single player at three hours can... unless nerves and panic get to them, as we definitely saw this session.

Wow and I almost forgot to include the raw data for this session!

The first hour of the session:

The second hour of the session:

There is just so much death! Look at all the box outlines!! I could barely fit this data on two screens on the zoom I was on, and I did not want to zoom out further.

I also obviously have data for the averages, but it was too far away from the column with the times on it that I wasn’t sure if it would still be useful on its own? Let me know if you want to see it!

This has once again been fascinating to see, and I cannot wait to see how Session 8 will go. Will it be the last session? Will they go until everyone is dead? Will they somehow have enough people with enough time to get to Session 9? Will Mean Gills be the final two and get to play fun relaxing games like Scott was suggesting? 

Only time will tell.

#limited life smp #24lsmp #limlife #once again i hate trying to work out what tags for a post #i got to this point in the tags before i realised i forgot to add the number data #i still love that impulse accidentally killed scott and became yellow again #and that scott also became yellow again #so there was less than 14 minutes between there still being two yellows on the server... and jimmy permadying #thirteen minutes and 41 seconds exactly by my calculations #which is crazy given we had whole sessions of yellows only #which meant it was hours between last green and first red #so less than a quarter of an hour between last yellows (and two of them!) and first permadeath is crazy #i always ramble in the tags bc i dont know how to wrap the post up #why do i always post these as im going to bed #its after midnight and im yawning now #anyway enjoy! #very glad i got to post this before the weekend ended this time #well it was still sunday when i started writing the post #its 12:15am on monday now. technically #my spreadsheets

[good-question-love]

okay so can we talk about how dirty they did theo??? not even the whole thiam thing (which totally should have happened, you can fight me on that).

but like the hellscape they sent him to?? like I know he killed people. but so did Peter. so did Chris. so did Jackson. and yeah Jackson in particular had extenuating circumstances. but you're telling me theo didn't?? like he was kidnapped, experimented on, and raised by literal sociopaths from the age of what?? 9?? he probably spent years trying to make friends with the other chimeras before they became failures and died!!

the Dread Doctors mess with people's minds and memories on MULTIPLE occasions and you expect me to believe that that little child maliciously pushed his big sister to her death?? for what?? no, I refuse. I refuse to believe that a nine year old child (in their right mind) decided to murder their older sibling. no. either the Dread Doctors fucked with him like they did Tracy or they killed Tara and made Theo believe it was him.

I also refuse to believe that that was actually Tara that dragged him to hell. no matter what the dessert fox ladies said. I firmly and immovably believe that that was Theo's own creation. that his subconscious believed that this is what he deserved for what happened to Tara. that his own guilt was literally trying to rip him apart.

I acknowledge that without the hellscape Theo would not have been the Theo that anyone would even want around. but I am thoroughly mad about the hypocrisy on everyone involved's part.

The only reason they punished Theo is because he almost beat them. Stiles HATED Theo because he outsmarted him. Malia hated Theo because he tricked her. Liam hated him because he used his own mind against. Scott hated Theo because Theo managed to rip his pack apart and actually killed him. (I will make an exception to the hypocrisy on Malia's part cuz that is actually on brand for her.)

And again he did kill people, but his eyes are still gold/yellow. he never killed an innocent. not like Peter or Chris or Jackson or other characters I am forgetting (leaving out Malia and Derek cuz Malia's was her mom's fault and Derek's was Peter's fault, technically Jackson's was not his fault but the point stands) oh like Deucalion and his alpha pack.

and if someone says that his eyes don't change color bcuz he is a chimera, maybe. just maybe. but can you name someone he killed that had not already killed someone (besides Scott and that is iffy)

i will retract any of the above points if feasible contradicting evidence is found. I am also very, very open to discussions about and additions to my argument.

#theo raeken #teen wolf #liam dunbar #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #tracy stewart #jackson whittemore #peter hale #derek hale #malia tate #malia hale #thiam #chris argent #dread doctors #tara raeken

[mama-frog]

Session 7 Brainrot

I have so much to say about what happened this session so I'm gonna categorize this by person.

Gem: I find it incredibly interesting that she was the person given this task. A) Because she is the one the only Geminislay, B) Because she is like fresh meat to the watchers, C) Because of the infection she is already going through. The darkness spreading across her body probably made her more susceptible to the curse at first than anyone else on the server. She's such a strong player overall and the fact that she had a whole army behind her is terrifying.

Grian: The fact that he didn't get caught by the zombies says a lot about him. He's very good at running and hiding (especially from watcher stuff). I also want to point out WHERE he hid in the end of the session. The pesky bird went into a comfort nest. Definitely unintentional but definitely fun to think about.

Scott: Scott and Gem are, in my opinion, some of the smartest people on the server, so the fact that he didn't get caught doesn't surprise me and surprises me at the same time. Everytime Scott got boogey in a previous death game he did it in a way that was unsatisfactory for the watchers (Not actually killing and killing as soon as possible so the others weren't brewing up a pot of tasty negative emotions). He felt betrayed when Gem finally started to go after him (Even though she didn't go completely nuts until she turned red) and he has such a strong sense of loyalty to his allies. There's also some juxtaposition of him hiding underground while Grian hid in the air.

Martyn: Even though it was on a technicality, I think it's interesting that he was the only one not allowed to be infected. It's as if the watchers know that his chaos is secured and are trying to get the others in line with what they want to see. Also, he's just so damn good at being a red name, I feel like he's the only person to do it correctly in this series. I also feel like he was cheated out of his revenge plot on everyone else on the server because of the curse which might've been intentional on the Watcher's end.

Cleo: She is an icon and she IS the moment. I just love the irony of her being a zombie and not getting infected by the curse. I feel like her closeness to players like Martyn and Scott helped her in her ability to avoid the curse for so long. She's very smart with her allies this season.

Pearl: I'm terrified of how quick Pearl is to go insane when given the chance. Especially when it comes to her dogs. Tilly is always in her heart. This woman was YELLOW and decided on her own to bring up a warden when there already was one. And her gear is so well enchanted. She has learned a lot from previous seasons but she has also lost a bit of her sanity (Especially from double life). What a woman.

Joel: I don't know why he thought spawning 64 zombies so close to him and not on the others was a good idea, but man was it good comedy. Once he became a boogey he played really well though. He's so perfectly unhinged and after Lizzie dying he has very good reason to go insane on everyone else (The spine bit was cruel and unusual punishment). Underrated POV in my opinion.

Scar: Unhinged

Etho: Ok this part hinges on my theory that endermen are creatures created by the Watchers to interfere with the games. I fully believe that the watchers hated Etho being green so badly that they personally interfered to take him to yellow. The betrayal of your own tool killing you is a tasty snack for the watchers to enjoy. (Definitely not just Etho being washed up). Also the way he is so incredibly loyal to his team members even after being cursed. He's just a stand up guy.

Impulse: I just love the way him and Gem interact. He's like a proud dad whenever she does anything. That's it.

BDubs: I cackled when he got killed by a zombie again. Gem is hilarious for that. He did about as good as I expected under the curse. I do love all his interactions with Etho more than anything else. Those two are such unofficial soulmates (in a non-ship way).

Skizz: A true light on the server. All the better for the Watchers when he gets corrupted by the curse. He deserved to be mean after the heart got burned down.

Tango: This man's rage is so interesting. The way that it gets triggered most when people mess with his base is something I think could be explored (the ranch in double life, the ties base in limited life, and now the heart foundation).

Overall I have a lot of emotions about this last session

#secret life #session 7 #geminitay #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #watchers #I got a raging headache while writing this so the effort continuously went down #traffic series

[wandamyconfort]

if I were you.. | CH.1

wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

CH.2

summary: y/n is best friends with vision, who ironically, is the boyfriend of his worst enemy, wanda maximoff. until one night, when the clock struck midnight, they are both struck by something mysterious that completely changes the fate of their best friends, including a certain redhead… be careful what you wish for.

note: this is an adaptation, all credits to my star allyszoka. ☆

sorry for any translation errors, english is not my first language

(...)

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" you murmured at the entrance to the room, slightly startled by the thunder that collapsed into the sky with a noise that echoed throughout the house.

Of course, my love. - Scott responded by giving her a space in the bed for her daughter.

Despite being a teenager, you was still scared to death of lightning and the rumble of thunder terrified her. The girl cracked a beautiful childish smile, showing off her nasal muscles, and snuggled between her parents.

You are considered unpopular by most students as you seemed to be very "self-centered and impatient." You are known to be very competitive and always want to get the role you thought was right. And not forgetting: you're best known for getting cold scratch cards on your face.

Wanda Maximoff is their card-carrying enemy: the popular cheerleading captain, the kind of girl they die of envy and love for. Girlfriend of Vision Stark, the newest member of the popular group, and who ironically is his best friend.

Obviously, much to Maximoff's chagrin, you and Vision became best friends when he came two years ago to attend Harbor High School in another all-boys boarding school town. He didn't have much of a knack for girls. And with dyslexia, the grades weren't as good, but you always tried to help him with these problems.

He also had his nerdy side, he loved Star Wars, Harry Potter and Avatar, At first he got a lot of scratch cards for being a joke, but that changed about a year ago, when he decided to join the football team and when he started dating Maximoff to become more popular. Because he was new there he was afraid of being socially excluded, but gradually he fell in love with Wanda, and vice versa.

But not for these reasons did he abandon his friendship with you; Raised in a lower-middle-class place. was mocked for being poor and not having the conditions like most students, and for the way she dressed badly, in an infantilized way.

Such a trait given by one of her classmates, Natasha, "as a grandmother and at the same time a five-year-old." you was a virgin and wasn't shy about admitting it. and was also a vegetarian.

The day was born you got a yellow star plush from your parents. To them, you was a star. At least, that's what you been telling herself since you won her first dance contest at the age of three.

You loves stars, and her signature is always followed by a golden one, because metaphors are important.

It's a metaphor, and metaphors are important. My golden stars are a metaphor for me being a star.

Though some — the vast majority — don't agree with the things you does.

You was the essential voice in the Choral Club.

- Comes... Let me help you. - Vision said with a friendly smile on his face.

He opened the cupboard next to his and grabbed a blue towel that read, "Best friends forever." A gift you gave him, having an equal, only in lilac color. The boy helped clean himself up

"These brutes will never leave me alone. - She grumbled. - They'll regret it when they're the drivers of my expensive limousines.

Vision laughed in agreement.

- But look on the bright side... At least it's strawberry. Your favorite.

- Tried to force a smile and got a simple one back.

- Idiot. - Punched his arm weakly.

- Already filling my boyfriend again, homeless? You rolled her eyes at hearing that queasy voice.

- Good to see you too, hunchback. - you said in a sarcastic tone and still rolling his eyes in boredom.

"Who do you think you are, imbecile?"

The two shot each other with their eyes and Vision stared from one to the other in fright, not knowing exactly what to do. Wanda was already about to open her mouth when she was interrupted.

- Shall we stop? - Asked the boy.

- I don't know how you handle this... thing. - Kept teasing.

- I don't know how you handle this sour barbie project! -Retorted.

- Oh, please. Go to the garbage can that is your place. Enjoy and take the rest of your family. That which you call father and mother!

- That's enough! - The boy said firmly.

- I'm not going to stand here listening to your shit. See you later, Vision. - After that, you left a little upset.

you couldn't stand Wanda maximoff! The most annoying girl. you didn't understand what Vision had in her head to date something like... that! And then she was popular and beautiful? It was just that! She was shy, cold, calculating. A bitch. That's what you thought

"You shouldn't have talked to her like that. - Reproached the boy realizing how sad his friend had been.

-What? Are you going to be defending your weird friend now? - Replied in the same tone

Vision looked at her completely seriously.

- It's not about defending or which side I'm on. I'm just tired of my best friend and my girlfriend fighting like dog and cat!

Wanda rolled her eyes and the boy sighed giving up on talking about it.

- Let's not talk about that now... Is the invitation to spend the night at your house still standing? - He tried to change the subject.

"But don't you think you're only going because my parents won't be home, that there's going to be something else besides sleeping.

-Calm. That didn't even cross my mind. - Smiled mischievously.

"Mom, are you home yet?" - Shouted looking at the rooms of his house while locking the front door.

Vision lived only with his mother. A woman who liked to occupy her time with work. Especially after the death of her husband five years ago, after that she never left or fell in love with anyone. She worked as a nurse in one of the best hospitals in Miami, where she occupied all her time. And since she had to deal with it alone, she always tried to work as many overtime hours as possible, coming home late and already tired. Although Vision understood his mother's necessary absence, that didn't mean he didn't miss her company. But whenever she had free time she did not hesitate to spend with her only child.

The boy realized his mother wasn't home, but found a note attached to the fridge.

"I'm sorry, son, but I'll be back later today. I'll have to stay on duty. Lunch is in the fridge, just need to heat in the microwave. Mom loves you!"

"I love you too, Mom," he whispered in a thread of voice in that quiet kitchen.

But what made him happy was that he, today, would not spend his night alone...

(...)

The plan was to sleep in a shell but a series of warm kisses began between the two young men. He was already on top of Wanda kissing her, he was panting and tried to take off the girl's blouse but was stopped.

-No... I'm not ready yet. - Murmured composing himself.

Whenever he had a little loophole, he would try to go beyond kissing Wanda. I couldn't help it, they had been together for almost a year and nothing was happening but kneading and kissing. He also never forced anything, Vision respected her.

- Alright, I'm sorry. - Said sympathetically coming out of it.

- How about we just sleep in shells? - The girl asked for candy looking into his eyes. He nodded with a smile.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fluff #my fic #wanda maximoff imagine #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #the scarlet witch #marvel fanfiction

[idontknowreallywhy]

Teeth 2

Thursday Dad!Scott commute fic time

Ok this is actually the product of two commutes and I posted a little of it before, but the unedited sprint write rule applies to the latter half. I might tidy it up later, it’s a bit rambling… but as it’s based on the thoughts of an inexperienced parent in the middle of the night maybe that’s appropriate!

It’s Scott’s side of this story and is meant to mirror it but forgive me if I’ve got events a bit in the wrong order…

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Scott’s body made it to the hallway before he was even aware he was awake. He skidded to a halt and stood for a moment, one eye still glued shut with sleep, but breathing fast, heart pounding and tried to work out what had activated his internal alarm. He rubbed his face hard and listened intently.

Ok… there were no unusual sounds right now. What had it been?

He staggered to the top of the stairs, was someone down there? He was sure he’d locked up properly but… He held his breath… no noises came from down there… and surely a burglar couldn’t remain that quiet for long.

Just as well. His left foot was half asleep, his elbow was vigorously objecting to the way he’d bounced off the doorframe and pretty much everything was still blurry… he wasn’t going to be much use against an intruder right now. He rubbed his face. Then his elbow. Then his foot.

Maybe it had just been a dream?

Alright. He’d check everyone was alright then go and collapse into bed again.

Heart still pounding furiously he hobbled down the corridor, irritably shaking the tingly foot every other step. And then he heard it…

A whimper.

His eyes widened in realisation. Gordon had been ill! Idiot, Tracy! Should have thought of that first. He hurried towards the room the Tinies shared and slapped Virgil’s door as he passed. He didn’t know what time the kid had last been dosed up as Virg had been the one keeping track.

Taking a breath and listening at the door he could hear quiet sobs and his heart squeezed painfully.

Gently pushing the door ajar his right eye was accosted by a yellow nightlight glow while the left was warmed by red. He picked his way through discarded toys and books, smothering a yelp when his bare toes found something distinctly slimy… what on Earth?! Best not to think about it. That was tomorrow’s problem.

But what was tonight’s problem? Scott stood for a moment in the orangey no-man’s land and held his breath, listening for two sets of lungs in action. The inhabitant of the yellow zone appeared to be sleeping peacefully, if snoring in a somewhat congested fashion. The other was also breathing… very fast. VERY fast. Alan!!

In his haste he became entangled in floor-duvet and only narrowly avoided crippling himself on a rogue Lego brick hidden beneath, but somehow Scott managed to reach the bed without permanent injury and lower himself carefully to sit beside the sweaty, shaking ball of sadness.

What now? Was he asleep? Was it nightmares or night terrors? Should he wake him or would that make it worse? He vaguely recalled someone saying something about not waking a kid with night terrors but how was he supposed to know the difference?! He dithered for a few seconds - why was there nothing on this any of the parenting books he’d frantically skimmed since finding himself standing in for a lost mother and an absent father? Did people just figure this stuff out or was he missing some kind of instinct that should make him certain of what to do?

Alan flinched and sobbed and Scott couldn’t bear it anymore. Throwing caution to the wind, he scooped his brother into his arms and rocked him and murmured reassuring nonsense. This seemed to have been the right call because Alan clung to him and started yammering away incoherently. After a brief panic about brain damage Scott identified the problem with his little brother’s diction and removed the drool and snot coated teddy from his mouth. Ugh. Must remember to wash that, it was probably harbouring multiple diseases.

Not that Alan was making a huge amount more sense now he was able to pronounce consonants. Scott listened hard and racked his brain as to what the kid could possibly be talking about… he was being bitten? Did they have bedbugs? Fleas? Spiders? Alligators?

Wait, what?

Yes Alan was wailing about alligators and clutching his shins and suddenly Scott was a little kid again, trying and failing not to cry on his Mom as she explained his legs weren’t being stabbed by invisible knives. Growing pains. That must be it. Ok. He had a probable diagnosis but what on earth did he do about it? He took hold of Alan’s cold, skinny little legs and rubbed them, hoping the sensation would be a distraction if nothing else. Maybe if he warmed them up… hang on…

Warmth! Yes that was it!

Right on cue, Virgil poked his bleary face around the door and Scott mouthed instructions at him. It took four attempts but finally he seemed to cotton on and disappeared again.

In the meantime, Scott wrapped himself around Alan and hummed Mom’s lullaby - the only thing he could ever think of in times of crisis and luckily a tune that Alan and Gordon seemed to be soothed by. One of the many little ways she was still with them. He glanced up at the photograph of her the Tinies had in pride of place in the middle of the wall… in the neutral zone. The one thing they shared.

Unseen, he nodded a greeting and did his best to return her ever-present smile.

An amount of time passed in which Scott’s eyes grew heavy and he mildly head-butted his little brother a couple of times. Finally the cavalry known as Virg appeared with Calpol, a warmed wheat bag and a distinctly more wakeful expression. Caffeine had clearly been applied. Scott should probably do something about that particular habit of his brother’s but figured there were worse things he could be getting into so settled for rolling his eyes. Virgil had raised his eyebrows with a clear offer but Scott shook his head. He had a couple of hours before he needed to get up and sort out breakfasts and school bags so he hoped maybe he could catch a little bit of shut eye before then.

Pain killers and warmth applied, Virgil repeated his vanishing act. Scott grabbed the duvet off the floor, giving it a shake to even out the lumpy filling and, at the expression on Alan’s face made a show of a thorough check for gators or monsters or whatever he was worried about. Reassurance delivered he dragged the covers over the both of them and managed maybe two lines of the lullaby before Alan was snoring softly.

Suddenly wide awake, Scott lay there with his mind overflowing with anxiety. He worried about Alan losing sleep, about Gordy’s ear infection. He worried about whether they had enough bread left for sandwiches. About whether Virgil was doing terrible things to himself with all the coffee. He worried about John’s friendship troubles and how Scott could help when he refused to talk about it. He worried about how on earth he was supposed to manage any of this when he hadn’t the first clue how to be a proper grown up.

Forcing himself to breathe slowly he squinted up at Mom’s photo and she grinned down at him through the orange haze. He did his best to smile back and then he closed his eyes and hummed the lullaby to himself. She had believed in him so he tried to believe in himself. Maybe he’d just do his best to copy what she had done and hopefully… hopefully he wouldn’t go too far wrong.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #dad!scott

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 3 - I.E.D Werewolf

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Ever since Lia became a werewolf, her anger has been heightened as well as her strength. Lia, trying to control her anger, often spent her newfound time at the weight room in the school.

Mason was with her too, ranting about Garrett and how weird he's being, "You know how I keep reminding Garrett to given me back my hoodie?" Lia nodded, getting up and adding more weight to the bench press.

"Well, I remembered you said he lived in the housing development on Spaulding," he said, "So I went there, and guess what? That housing development is still in development."

Lia laid down on the bench again, starting to lift weights again. "So?" she asked, uninterested in the topic of their 'suspicious' friend.

"There are no houses yet," Mason said, "So unless the dude lives in some backhoe, there's something he's not telling us." Lia kept all of her focus towards the weights, her new super strength made it harder to be challenged.

"And then there's this girl, dude, she's been acting really strange," Mason said, "Running to school for no reason. Disappearing at parties..." Lia added even more weight to lift. "Use to be my best friend--" He paused his dramatic speech when he saw what Lia was about to lift.

"And she was apparently on steroids," he said. Lia looked at him in confusion. "You're not actually going to try and lift that, are you?" Lia sat up, looking at what she had on the weight and realized how crazy it was.

Mason crouched down to her level, worry in his eyes. "Are you alright? I mean, is it about the game tonight?" Lia didn't understand what Mason meant.

"I'm fine," she said, "It's just a scrimmage." Mason's eyes widened when he realized she might not know exactly what was happening. "You know who you're playing, right?"

Lia shook her head with a sigh, "No, guess I missed the announcement. Why? What's the big deal?"

"Lia, it's your old school, Devenfort Prep."

Lia looked over at him in surprise, before looking away in annoyance. "Okay," she said and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Uh, I think I am done for today with the lifting."

She got up and grabbed her bag, telling Mason she would see him later.

A mixture of anger and anxiety bubbled up inside Lia as she went to the girls' locker room to try and calm down. Her breathing got heavy as her emotions grew more and more intense.

When going to her locker to find her lacrosse stick, she was in for a surprise when it wasn't there. Lia picked up on a scent, one she remembered smelling on Scott and Malia, the scent of a werewolf.

Lia turned the corner to see a man in his twenties with dark hair and a scruffy beard holding her lacrosse stick. "Is this yours?" he asked. Before Lia could answer, the guy broke the stick in half and tossed it to the side.

Lia flashed her yellow werewolf eyes before running to attack, only for him to grab her by the throat and shove her against the lockers. Lia snarled at him, her werewolf fangs also showing. Derek actually struggled a bit to hold her against the lockers.

"Lia."

The echoing sound of her Alpha's voice made her turn back to human as he approached, and she calmed down. "You're right, she is angry," the stranger, Derek Hale, said before letting her go.

Lia's face flushed awkwardly when Scott handed over her real lacrosse stick, "This one is yours. Get to class, Lia," he advised as the bell rang. She took one look between the two male werewolves before putting away her lacrosse stick and grabbing her stuff before leaving the two in the girls' locker-room.

Scott noticed that Derek was smiling, something that he rarely ever did. "What are you smiling about?" he asked. Derek honestly looked proud, "You're going to be good at this."

Scott gave him a look, "Are you kidding? I am totally unprepared. Remember how you said you could teach me a few things? I think right now I could use a full-on training manual."

"I'll tell you one thing," Derek told him, "That anger she's got? It'll make her strong."

"And dangerous," Scott reminded him. "Very," he agreed.

Scott sighed, sitting down on the bench, "This was supposed to be the semester I could focus on school again." Derek sat next to him. "But Kate's back. And I've got a Beta. And there's a Deadpool."

"If all our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on," Derek said, "Do you think Lydia can get the second key?"

"She's working on it."

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Lia was determined to make amends and apologize to her ex-team for what she did, proving also to her new pack that she can be civil.

As Lia walked over confidently, Mason trailed after her while freaking out. "What, Lia! No, no, no! Lia!" Mason saw the bus of Devenfort Prep's Lacrosse Team open and the team pour out, making him swear under his breath.

"Brett!" she called out to the head of the team, the most popular guy at her old school. They had been good friends until he unexpectedly starting picking on her.

"I just wanted to say, have a good game," she said. Mason was shocked as Lia stuck out her hand. Stiles and Scott were also there, extremely confused and concerned. It was silent for a moment before Brett and the rest of the team started laughing, making Lia frown.

"That's cute, Lia," he said, "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it," Lia said as she clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palm to try and control the anger that was bursting out. "Yeah, you're going to pay for it," Brett said, "We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's going to be all your fault."

Both Scott and Stiles noticed that Lia's hand was bleeding from her now werewolf claws digging into her palm.

"Oh shit."

The two sprinted over, Scott pulled Lia away, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go," Scott told her.

Stiles tried to distract the team so no one would notice anything weird about the girl, "Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" The teen put out his hand. "Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there" Stiles put down his hand after Brett didn't shake it. "Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. Uh, but let's keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field."

Stiles finished rambling and ran away, after Scott and Lia.

The boys had to deal with Lia wolfing out in the girls' locker room. They dragged her through the luckily empty hallway, putting her under cold water coming out of the showers to try and calm her down.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked, but Lia roared into his face, startling him, "Oh! Okay, no!" He and Scott pulled Lia back under the cold water.

"Lia, listen to me, all right?" Scott asked as he made sure to move his face to her view, "Calm down. It's okay." Lia closed her eyes, focusing on his voice, allowing herself to become human again, "Okay. Okay."

Stiles and Scott pulled her back from the water and closed it. Lia slid down to the ground, both scared of herself and embarrassed about her anger display. After all the times it happened you would think that she'd get used to it, but she never has.

Scott looked down at her in confusion, "That car you smashed. I thought you said it was your teacher's."

"He was also my Coach," Lia muttered, correcting him.

"What did you do?" Scott asked. Lia didn't answer as glanced at him before back at the floor.

Scott bend down in front of her while Stiles leaned against the wall. "You gotta be honest with us, what happened?" Scott asked, calmly unlike Stiles who was on the verge of spazzing out.

"Nothing," Lia muttered, and she regretted looking up, the puppy-like eyes of Scott McCall made her feel compelled to answer, so she did, "He was picking on me and one of my friends who had GAD and ADHD which he knew about. Teachers aren't supposed to do that. I was pissed. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?" Scott asked in a quiet tone, not wanting to push her anymore. "Intermittent Explosive Disorder," she muttered.

Stiles eyes widened, he knew exactly what IED is, and it was not good for someone with IED to be a werewolf. "I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great." He looked at Scott, "That's great, you gave superpowers to a walking time bomb." He gave him thumbs up but Scott ignored him.

"Did they give you anything for it?" he asked softly.

"Risperdal," Lia answered, "It's an antipsychotic." She looked down at her lap. It wasn't like she was embarrassed because she had these issues, it was more like she was embarrassed that she had to take pills just so she could be like everyone else.

"Oh, this just gets better," Stiles said. Scott gave his best friend a look before turning back to the girl, urging her to continue. "But, I don't take it," she said.

Stiles nodded with a mutter, "Obviously."

"I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired and anxious," Lia admitted.

Scott sighed, "Okay, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg's still hurting."

Lia's eyes widened in panic and she shook her head, "No, no." She got up, and so did Scott. She looked between the boys, "I can do this." She looked quickly at her Alpha, "Especially if you're there."

Scott smiled slightly to himself knowing that Lia had some sort of trust in him. "Oh, it's sweet," Stiles told them, rubbing his face with his hands before looking at Lia.

"It's not just about the game, Lia," Scott said softly, "We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

Lia frowned, people don't really keep Lia in the loop, she had no clue what was happening. "Who's Demarco?" she asked, looking between the boys in confusion.

The one who brought the beer to the party," Stiles answered. "The guy who was beheaded. Remember?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco," Scott explained, and then he noticed the look on Lia's face, a look of betrayal and sadness. "Lia? Do you know something?"

"I don't know who ordered the keg," Lia said, "But I know who paid for it. My friend Garrett, he's on the lacrosse team. He paid for the keg."

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Lia was undoubtedly terrified for the game. Not so much because of the killer, she was scared of herself and what she might do (like wolf out). Her mother was even able to get time off of work to come to see her first game even though she wasn't too happy about Lia joining Lacrosse again.

Scott and Stiles were a bit nervous about the game, but what scared them the most was meeting Jenna Geyer (formerly Dunbar), Lia's mother who's a forensic scientist. She knew how to get away with murder, they knew they had to be on their best behavior around Jenna.

Jenna had taken a seat in the stands with Mason's parents while Mason stayed with Lia to help keep her calm and collected, especially since the team was her old school.

Lia glared at Brett before turning around to face Mason, "I think I can take him." Her newfound strength given to her through the bite enabled the confidence she needed to try and get through the game with little to no problems.

Since Lia had turned around, she had no idea Mason was practically drooling at the sight of a shirtless Brett. "Yeah." Mason bit his lip bottom lip. The fifteen-year-old girl spun around to see what Mason was staring at before looking back and raising her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Mason was caught off guard. "What, me? Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable," he awkwardly babbled as he tried to play it off. "Oh no," Lia said, "You think he's hot, don't you?"

"No," Mason said, "No, not at all. No way! Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little."

Lia crossed her arms over her chest, though wasn't as angry as she was amused by the teenager. Out of all people, it would be Mason who could easily change Lia's mood from serious to playful in a matter of seconds.

"He wants to destroy me, remember?" Lia pointed out. She had no idea why he started hating her in the first place, it started well before the situation with the Coach. He just turned on her one day and started to make fun of her, it made no sense in Lia's mind.

"I think you could definitely take him," Mason said, "And then, give him to me." He grinned when he heard the giggling of the short brunette. "No, no just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses."

The two fist bumped before Mason went to the stands to be with their parents.

The teams were getting ready to start the game. Scott and Stiles, worried about Lia's safety, were trying to get Lia benched.

"But Coach, her leg's still healing, I don't think she should play," Scott tried to convince the stubborn man. He had taken a liking to his new lacrosse player, a strong, badass player who (despite her issues with her former Coach) was actually tolerable compared to the other Freshman like Garrett. Oh, and a certain player named Greenberg.

"She said she's fine," Coach dismissed knowing that they would need her in the game. "As Captain, I'm suggesting Lia sit out the game"

Coach cackled at Scott's words, "And as, uh, President of The United State, I'm vetoing that suggestion." Scott was plagued with fear over the thought of his Beta being hurt by whatever was killing supernatural creatures.

"What if she gets hurt badly?" he asked.

Before Coach could even attempt to argue against him, Brett ruined it. "Hey Lia, think fast!" Brett tried his hardest to humiliate her by throwing a lacrosse ball at her. Lia, however, caught the ball with ease. "Oh, she plays!" Coach said with a smile.

Lia looked over at Scott nervously, despite she impressed Coach even more, she used her new powers accidently. Lia took a breath as she put on her helmet and got into her position on the field.

Kira, Stiles and Scott walked together. "Why do I get the feeling this is gonna end badly?" Kira asked as Scott looked toward Lia. Kira noticed, and her face fell. "Because it usually does," Stiles answered.

Scott looked at his friends, "Kira, you keep an eye on Garrett. I'll watch out for Lia."

"Yeah, I'll just try to play lacrosse," Stiles told them as they ran away. Scott stood near Lia, both of them watched Garrett as he walked past them.

The referee put the ball on the ground between Scott and Brett. "Brett, I know you guys feel like you owe Lia some payback for what she did, but could you just hold off for one night?" Scott asked, "Trust me. One night."

"Yeah, I can do that," Brett told him. "Really?" Scott asked. Brett chuckled. "No."

The whistle blew.

Brett took off with the ball, and Lia tried to go after him but two Devenports stopped her and pushed her down.

Brett threw the ball into the goal. Lia stood up, throwing her helmet and gloves off, trying to go after them. "Lia!" Scott called out as he ran closer and grabbed her arms.

The players walked away as Lia took a deep breath to try and calm herself down but she growled letting her eyes glow gold.

Stiles ran closer, hiding her from view. "Calm down," Scott said calmly, "Listen to my voice, and calm down, you can do it."

Lia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she listened to his voice. She opened her eyes, showing her eyes were back to their gunmetal blue eyes. She took another breath, looking from Stiles to Scott with a nod.

Stiles and Scott let her go, relieved it worked. "I'm okay," she said softly. "Okay, come on," Stiles said as he led her away from the others. Scott turned and looked at Brett who was watching them, neither of them knew that Garrett was watching them as well, and he saw what happened with Lia.

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Lia had ended up getting into a collision with Brett and Garrett that she honestly tried to avoid. Everyone in both teams run to the trio, and around Brett who groaned.

"How hard did you hit him?" Scott asked quietly as he helped the girl up. "I didn't," Lia answered quietly and showed her dislocated arm, "He hit me."

Stiles looked away when he saw her arm, while Scott was impressed that she managed to keep her cool. "Close your eyes," he said, and when she did, he helped put her dislocated arm back in place which would heal easily with her new werewolf healing abilities, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Ow," she groaned in pain softly so she won't get any attention from the rest of the team. She looked over toward Brett in surprise when she heard him groaning in pain and he has been checked out.

"All right, Brett, we're going to pick you up now," a medic told him.

They picked him up and carried him away. Scott looked over at Garrett, seeing him put away the sword part that he hid in his lacrosse stick.

The Alpha looked quickly back at his Beta, and quickly checked her over for injuries, "Are you cut? Did Garrett cut you?"

"No," Lia answered. "No, no, I'm okay."

Scott looked at Garrett as he spoke in relief to Lia and Stiles, "Then he missed."

This threw Lia off, she never once took a moment to think and realize that she was just as likely to be a target as the rest of them. "Wait... are you serious?"

Scott sighed, "Yeah, it's you, Lia. You're the one he's after." Lia looked toward Garrett nervously and betrayal. "You need to talk Coach you can't play tonight."

Lia looked at Scott and nodded slowly, "Okay. Okay, I will." Stiles patted her back as she walked past them, and they turned and kept an eye on her.

Scott, Kira and Lia met nearby the bleachers. Lia nodded to Scott, "I talked to Coach. I'm out for the rest of the game."

"Good," Scott said. Kira looked at him, "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know," Scott admitted as he shook his head, "Something's still not right. We're missing something." Stiles walked closer with his phone, "Guys. Lydia just broke another third of the list."

"Am I on it?" Lia asked. "No," Stiles answered, "But someone else is." He looked between them, "Brett Talbot."

"Brett?" Lia asked in surprise, "He's a--"

"He's a Werewolf," Scott said quietly and looked around before he walked away. Lia took a step to follow but Kira placed her hand gently on her shoulder, shaking her head.

Stiles followed after Scott, and Lia actually pouted as she looked at Kira. Looking at her with a how come he gets to go after him? look. Kira let out an amused scoff at her pouty expression.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x oc #tyler posey #danielle campbell #danielle campbell icons #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall icons #scott mccall fic #scott mccall smut #scott mccall x oc

[cattimeswithjellie]

So Taskwise, pretty much everybody failed in Session 7 except Scott, right? Almost everybody got rolled up into the big group "zombify the server" task, which was a failure because they didn't manage to catch the last three uninfected players. (Theoretically the players who became red could've abandoned the horde and taken up their red life tasks, but I don't think anybody actually did that.)

Scott managed to successfully collect his bounty of diamonds he did not need before too many people started trying to murder him.

Cleo, upon realizing that both her shoulder angel and devil just wanted her to set people on fire, decided to mostly ignore both of them until they were both turned into zombies and no longer able to instruct her, so that's constructively a fail.

Grian's the interesting case here because he pressed his luck and pressed succeed on what can charitably be described as an edge case. His task was to make a pet of the first mob he saw, take care of it, take it for walks, etc. He failed if the mob died. He went into the Nether and saw a Magma Cube, then cut his footage to killing a bunch of magma cubes, then realized what he'd done, reviewed the footage, and decided that the one he'd seen was actually a different magma cube. That magma cube had despawned by the time he realized what he'd done. He got a different magma cube, dragged it home, named it, and put it in a vivarium, whereupon somebody else killed it into two smaller magma cubes, both with the same name. Etho then killed one of those smaller cubes, leaving Grian with one pet magma cube that was 1/3 of the descendants of a magma cube that was not technically the first mob he saw. But he did work very hard on the task and it was funny, so it might be enough?

(I think Martyn may have also done some tasks, but his tasks are by nature sort of different and harder to track.)

This puts the gang in a weird position for next session. They all spent this entire week causing death, destruction and mayhem with NOTHING to show for it. The secret keepers managed to get them to murder one another gleefully on green and yellow and didn't have to cough up a single reward for it, and I can only imagine that the tasks for next week will be even bloodier. Will they play along again? There is literally _no penalty_ for not doing the tasks, but so far hardly anyone has just said "no way, this is dumb, I'm not gonna." How bad can a task get before people start saying no?

And if Grian does get force-rolled next week, what does a Week 8 hard task look like? Could he even afford to say no to whatever it is, knowing the potential consequences?

#secret life spoilers #secret life #thinking too much about the block guys again

[fiction-justanotherstateofmind]

Here I'll write the comments as I watch the new Teen Wolf movie, so SPOILERS!!

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1) WTF! Why would you keep a evil spirit IN A RESTAURANT?! Easily accessible to anyone. And what if you open the wrong jar while cooking?!

Unbelievable.

2) All the Scott's first scene... kinda cringe

3) I'm not gonna lie, I missed the intro song 🎶

4) I've never heard Deaton speak so much (and for my Italian friends: lo vedo un po' sciupato)

5) Derek, my beautiful love! And hello, Stiles and Derek's son (called like Stiles' grandfather, Elias. iykyk)

6) Why do they talk about the Nemeton like they don't know it?

7) I love Derek as a dad. My heart is melting.

8) Parrish and Malia don't make any sense.

Update from the end of the movie. Ok, I kinda like them, but they still don't make any sense.

9) Apparently Deaton can fight now. Plus every time I see the nogitsune all I can see is this:

10) For a moment I thought I was watching the Winx... I guess some things never change. I surely didn't miss the bad special effects.

And why does everyone needs to be naked??

11) OMG!!! VICTORIAAA. This woman scares me even now

12) I've always dislike Allison, now even more: my poor poor Derek! 😭

Ok no, false alarm, but I don't change my opinion.

I really love Dad Derek btw.

13) I missed Peter and Chirs together. My other ship

14) Scott to Eli: "Find your dad". What if instead you tell him where his dad is too, since you do know Derek is at home but Eli doesn't *facepalm pt.2*

15) The parallel between Dark Allison and Scott and Dark Allison and her killing spree against my precious Erica and Boyd. YOU SEE WHY I DON'T LIKE HER?! (She didn't even say sorry for that btw)

16) The Sheriff killing Oni while sitting on the couch is on another level

17) Derek dies pt.2 (my heart can't take it anymore)

18) What?! Why, tell me why did you run against theirs swords. You literally killed yourself, Eli. *facepalm pt.3*

19) Peter, that was cringe af. And Chris wdym with 8 hours at most when we know from the show that it takes about 24h before the death?? Omg I can't with this movie

20) And now why do they care about the game? Hello, your father's going to die, Eli!!

21) Oh, she's really doing it. I didn't expect it (Allison shooting at Scott)

22) Ouch, that must hurt (Nogitsune with a new hole in the middle of his forehead)

23) I missed Chris and Peter's duo, but please give me back Peter's old hair style, this one is a death crime

24) Jackson my beautiful little lizard. I've always loved you ♡

25) How disgusting! It's like Rufus (from Kim Possible) became the Darach:

Do you se the resemblance too? Unfortunately I don't have a photo of the nogitsune unmummified.

26) The scene is kinda cheap but gods if I missed them

27) Why are Derek's eyes blue?? They were yellow again after the the Mexican fountain of youth

Update: nevermind. They reminded me that after Derek evolves his eyes go back to blue.

28) Can anyone stay dead in this city?? Harris too, come on!

29) You're giving your son TO SCOTT?? Are you serious, Derek?? It's like a big child, he can't take care of Eli. If Stiles was there, he would tell you the same (but if Stiles was there, Eli would be with his other dad -Stiles- so Scott wouldn't be even an option but I stand for my objection)

30) HIS EYES!! HIS EYES TURNED RED LIKE A TRUE ALPHA (btw, Derek, you've always been the alpha to me)

31) They've vanished. No corpse no death. And even then, we're in Beacon Hills so what is one more resurrection, right? Right??

32) SCOTT, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!! YOU'RE IN YOUR 30s, ALLISON IS STILL 16/17!

And why are you kissing anyway! Derek's dead*! (*to them, 'cause in reality Derek's alive, safe and sound. I know it)

33) Excuse me, can I see at least one tear for Derek Sourwolf Hale, please? Are y'all being serious? Scott is almost smiling!!

Also, they had a funeral for Derek but didn't invite Cora, his sisters... they didn't even tell Isaac that Allison is alive (you know, Allison, your boyfriend. I know you kinda forgot him even when you were dying but if you remember everything then Isaac is supposed to be in that everything too). They didn't even call Stiles!

35) Why does it seem that when the Sheriff was talking about the jeep he was actually talking about Stiles and Derek (or sterek as a ship/concept). No matter what, we sterek shipper will stand. Always and forever.

Final thoughts

I thought worse but at the same time it felt rush. I wanted to see more Eli and Malia bonding. Also the way the Sheriff cares about Eli it seems more like a grandfather to a grandson (if you know what I mean) but we couldn't really see that. And can we talk about Derek and Noah (John for the friends)'s partnership? Or how Derek speaks about Stiles with Noah as he's still in touch with him??

And where is Eli come from anyway?! Are we finally normalize mpreg?

Final final thoughts

I didn't like this movie. It was like a big bad Scallison fanfiction found on wattpad (ao3 is better). A lot of things were forgotten and other changed.

BUT

There's always a but (as in the Derek's "death" *wink wink*).

This movie gave us a lot of sterek material.

I'm afraid of what Jeff Davis' mind could possibly come with for another movie, probably more about Eli's past which means a mother for sure (unfortunately the world isn't ready for mpreg yet I'm afraid) and less sterek material. But at the same time I want to see Derek alive again, I want to see how they would manage with two true alpha and how Derek and Eli's relationship would evolve.

I want a lot of things to see but I'm afraid they won't give me any of them, so I can't decide either I want another movie or not.

What do you think?

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #stiles x derek #gif #dylan o'brien #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #scallison #teen wolf movie reaction #derek is alive I know it #werewolves #werewolf #elihale #eli is stiles and derek's son

[arthropod-concoctions]

Uprooted: chapter 13 (finale)

(AO3 - ch 1 - ch 12 (make sure you've read it!))

Scott awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling and the smell of blood. He quickly sat up to get his bearings, but there wasn't any fighting going on; he seemed to be in some kind of hospital room. He was in a bed, next to similar ones with various bodies on them. He recognized Grian laying on one a bit away; there was a bloody stump where his right leg should be. Scar was sitting on the bed, watching him, but he looked up and smiled at Scott.

“There he is, our hero! How are you feeling?” Scar asked, as he moved from Grian's bed to Scott's.

“I'm fine,” Scott replied. If he still had injuries, he couldn't feel them. “I don't think I am much of a hero, honestly. I found the king, but then I freaked out and ran away.” And promptly got killed, apparently.

“Ah, but in doing so, you led him right to us!” Scar said jovially. He had bandaging around his arm and shoulder, but didn't seem to have been seriously injured. “You'll be happy to know we managed to drive the king out of the castle, and we killed his right hand Martyn and threw the body into prison. We're the heroes of Troren, you included!”

Scott shrugged. He didn't really care who got the glory, right now he just wanted to see his husband. He opened his mouth to ask where Jimmy was, but Scar spoke up again: “You know, apparently some of the old Troren soldiers got absorbed into the Red Army, and they had also been planning a revolt. That's why everyone started fighting each other all of a sudden.”

“Okay. Where's Jimmy?” Scott asked.

Scar looked away, and his smile faded. He didn't answer.

“Scar?” Scott said, but a sinking feeling in his chest told him that he already knew the answer.

“He- the mission wasn't casualty-free, and Jimmy... he was among them, I'm afraid. I'm very sorry, Scott.”

“No,” Scott whispered. Jimmy can't have died again. Hasn't he had enough bad luck?

Scar sighed. “Come with me, won't you?”

Scott stood up. “Shouldn't you stay with Grian?” he heard himself say.

“I'm not sure he'll even want to see me when he wakes up, honestly.” Scar lead Scott out of one medicine room to the door of another. There was a sign hanging next to the door; it read 'final bodies'.

Scott stepped inside, and immediately recognized Jimmy's form lying on a sheet on the floor. He seemed smaller, somehow, like pieces of him had already faded away. Scott clamped his hand to his mouth. Jimmy's face was facing away from him; he knew seeing it would make him feel worse, but he had to do so anyways. He stepped forwards.

Jimmy's eyes were closed; it almost looked like he was sleeping, or pretending to sleep, like he'd done so often lately. Scott knelt down and opened one eye, then the other.

They weren't red anymore, nor were they green. His true eye colours, blue and brown, had seeped from the edges of his irises to fill them up completely. There were tiny specks in his brown eye.

They looked beautiful. Why did his dead eyes have to look beautiful?

Scott laid his head on Jimmy's chest, and sobbed.

He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, but eventually he heard footsteps, and the sound of wood knocking against the floor, coming into the room.

“I'm so sorry for your loss, Scott,” Grian said.

Scott lifted his head up. He tried to say something in response, but “hah” was all that came out.

Grian crouched next to him-- as much as that was possible with the lower half of his right leg missing-- and laid a hand on his shoulder.

For a while they sat next to Jimmy's corpse in silence. Then Grian spoke up: “You know, me and Scar had a deal.”

“A long time ago, I owed Scar a favor- a lot of favors, actually. So I told him that as long as I was green-lived, I'd go along with whatever plans he made. That's why I joined the Red Desert; the agreement didn't end when he died, so I essentially became a red-lived by proxy. I'm Yellow now, which means I don't owe Scar anything anymore- but I can't imagine leaving him behind. I feel like I'd be lost without him. And if he died...”

Scott let out another sob.

“All this to say, I understand what you're going through. Well, I don't, but I understand how awful it must be.”

“You and Scar could move into Troren,” Scott said numbly.

Grian hesitated. “I don't think we can,” he responded. “They have strict laws against Reds, the princes made that very clear during-”

“Cleo said they'd make an exception,” Scott said, turning to face Grian. His glasses were off, so Scott could see his yellow eyes. “For the people in the mission. For Reds that could behave themselves, or had a non-Red keeping them in check.”

Grian hummed. “I don't know if that applies to us, honestly. By the rules of our agreement, I can't stop Scar from hurting people.”

“But the agreement is over. You're Yellow now.”

“I think we've passed the point of no return. Both Scar and I, we can't go back to regular society at this point. Plus, the Desert still has some unfinished business. This war is far from over.”

Scott sighed. He wasn't sure why he even told Grian this; he was right. Even if he still wasn't Red, he could not imagine Grian living a normal life among Greens and Yellows, especially if Scar was involved.

Maybe he just didn't want prince Cleo's offer to go to waste. Sure, he could move to Troren on his own, but to do what? Make dye and miss his husband? Live his days as a widower in a foreign land? He didn't think he could handle rebuilding if Jimmy wasn't by his side. He'd been uprooted over and over, and now there weren't any roots left. Only thorns.

“You're taking the war eastwards, then?” he asked Grian.

“Yep. We might have crippled Sanguacanis a little bit and scared them out of Troren, but they'll recover. And then they'll come back with a vengeance.”

“...You think you could use another bowman?”

#arthropod writes #3rd life fic #3rd life smp #trafficblr #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #grian #flower husbands #trafficshipping #home is being uprooted #aaaaaand SCENE! #writing this has been an Experience. a very fun one! #thank you for reading :]

[bookworm-2692]

Time for another Limited Life graph and data table! This time, I took the data from my previous graphs, which effectively had time stamps for every time someone changed colour, and added together the total time everyone was at a particular colour, and then graphed it. 

This data above shows everyone in order of most to least time total, and below the cut I also have this data as percentages, as well as ordered most to least time for each colour.

First, the data as percentages:

It’s fascinating that Skizz was the only person to spend a full 8 hours as a single colour - both times he dropped a colour was naturally and without death, and while he was yellow he only died once (falling down the elevator Impulse hadn’t finished making), and killed twice (Bdubs during the duel, and Tango as the final green sacrifice), which means they exactly evened out. This means he’s also the only person to have over 50% of his time in a single colour, and he is only one of two people to spend the greatest percentage of time in yellow rather than green.

The data in order of time spent green:

The data in order of time spent yellow:

The data in order of time spent red:

It’s fascinating that Martyn spent so long in red, though it makes sense - he was the third to fall red, and then won the whole thing. Impulse and Scott were the last to fall red (and indeed both accidentally became yellow again after everyone else was long red), so even though they survived as long as Martyn, they didn’t have nearly as much time on that final colour. 

Scar is also the only person in the top 7 (top half) of time spent red, who didn’t also make it to the top 7 of total time, which I also find interesting. Equally, this makes Scott the only top 7 total time person in the bottom 7 red time list... though he’s only red for ten fewer minutes than Impulse (lowest of the top 7 red time), so it’s less striking than Scar’s inclusion where he is.

There’s so much interesting to extract from this data, but I’ll leave this here for your perusal. If there’s anything else anyone would like to see graphed from my data, let me know!

#limited life smp #24lsmp #my spreadsheets #ive now decided im doing enough of these that i need a tag so i can find them all lmao #not that all of the past ones are showing up in my spreadsheets tag even tho the tag is there. oh well #confession: i had these made two weeks ago bc i was procrastinating writing up the post for session 8 #but after that i was busy and then semi forgot that i hadnt uploaded these yet until someone left a tag that they were impatiently waiting #waiting for this and i was like. oh. i should do that #but then i was still very busy the next two days. but here it is now!! #and thank you for the tags letting me know someone wanted to see this #anyway yeah. more numbers and data!

[seokjinsonlyone]

Twin 👀🎶 where have you been 🎶🎶

You requested and I came/lh

This is less like a list and more like general thoughts I guess, but what do you associate the bts boys with? Like colors or songs specifically. Cause I always associate Joon with blue or like a forest green and Hobi with rainbow colors fr. I always also associate mf doom with Namjoon tho (I could go on about this and about bts individual rap influences but that’s for another day 🙃/lh)

But girlie how have we been? I hope you’ve been doing good 🫶

looolll twiiiinnnnn i’ve been good i think im a sleepy girlie all the time bc i wake up so early everyday but i’ve been well!! thank you for always askiiinnnggg 💞 and thanks for asking this question bc i love it omg

as for colors i don’t even know if there’s like a specific color i put them with personally i think i just go by their mic colors LOL

so joonie blue, hobi red, tae green, jk purple, yoongi black, jin pink, and jimin yellow although do i see jimin as yellow???? maybe white???? undecided on that front

as for songs tho hmmm

i know for sure earlier i was listening to for all the dogs again right and another late night came on and i was like oh i know me and tae would be vibing to this also idgaf with yeat like we would get down so bad to those songs fr but also! whenever i’m listening to like laufey or d4vd or any of those like alt pop jazz type songs i think of tae [another late night // drake ft. lil yachty | this is how it feels // d4vd ft. laufey]

when it comes to hobi like whenever i listen to j cole i think of him for obvious reasons LOL but also okay so during hobis birthday live in 2021??? he was wearing that blue and green sweater it was like a field and it had clouds on it anyway during that live he was playing all the r&b girlies so whenever i listen to like sza or summer walker mariah the scientist MUNI LONG 👀 i think of him like i just know he get it [no role modelz // j cole | love galore // sza ft travis scott]

so for joon i specifically remember him like live updating us on his listening progress when donda dropped so kanye and joon go hand in hand for me like sorry as problematic as he may be his music is so good especially like early 2000s ye like college dropout/graduation era unparalleled truly [all falls down // kanye | no church in the wild // kanye, jay z, frank ocean]

i associate jk with the (k) pop scene! so like the girlies like ms ariana grande newjeans lesserafim which i mean is his own doing like i’ve just seen him sing their songs one too many times like i can sooooo imagine him doing the smart choreo and it pains me that i won’t be able to see it 😪 and the boyssss like justin bieber primarily the kid laroi i remember he had a prettymuch song in his playlist once so when i listen to them i think of him but also silk sonic bc that album had him down bad in 2021/2022 [ditto // newjeans | stay // the kid laroi ft justin bieber | leave the door open // silk sonic]

now with yoongi obviously when i’m listening to trap music i think of him bc that’s the kind of music he be listening to so like 21 savage lil durk kendrick but also the other type songs i associate him with have less to do with him and more to do with the fact that his guitar became his third arm so whenever there’s like a more acoustic guitar based song brain goes yoongi <3 [a lot // 21 savage ft j cole | backseat freestyle // kendrick lamar | the only exception // paramore]

i’ve always felt that jin really just be listening to whatever top 40 hit he hear on the radio or is floating around the internet at the time so fr fr it’s not even any specific genre or style i associate him with like i could really see him listening to anything but i mean if i had to choose probably ballads the most i think bc that’s the kind of music he be singing OH and coldplay they go together obviously and frfr that like movie montage music like the kind of songs you would hear playing after the climax of a movie and the main protagonist is forlornly going through their days living through the consequences of their actions a how to save a life type beat kinda music [easy on me // adele | true love // coldplay // rich baby daddy // drake ft sza and sexyy red]

and finally we have mr park jimin i associate him with usher bc that’s his man crush so whenever i wanna feel the plight of a black man i throw on the confessions album and i imagine me and jimin getting into it i feel like i should associate him with hip hop more bc that’s what he be into like even after hearing face it just be throwing me off that thats the type wave he be on LOL i think it’s bc he’s my soft precious baby like he literally sang serendipity and then his this is jimin dance videos the stuck with you choreo like those vibes cannot be easily shaken [burn // usher | irene // jimmy brown | up down // t pain ft b.o.b.]

#ask #had to go back and add actual songs after bc i was just saying genres LOL #this too forever to think about but i had funnnnnn #used the last of my brain power now i just retire for the evening

[borntodie-94]

#24

Smut

Part12

" This one is for nausea,   for my heart,  for my kidney, this is an appetite stimulant." You said showing him each bottle of pills. You also pulled a small bottle of apple juice out of your bag. Styles Chuckles, you shoot him a look telling him to shut up. You uncap all of the pill bottles and take them as directed with a big Swig of apple juice.

Still chuckling Stiles gets up grabs the waste bucket and puts a liner in it, he puts it next to the bed. Confused you get up and onto the bed waiting for him to join you.

"What's that for?" You ask curiously

"So when you get sick, you don't have to be running to the bathroom," Stiles said casually. He gets on the bed scooting towards you, he presses play on the movie as you place your head on his shoulder. His scent Is intoxicating, a mixture of sweet honey and morning rain.

"What's that pretty little head of yours thinking about, sweetie," Stiles questioned running his hand through your hair.

"Thinking about how nice you smell  and that she's about to die any second." You say as you close your eyes blinking away the sleepiness. You lift your head off of Stiles's shoulder and lean back, your head hitting one of his pillows, his sent dancing around you.

Stiles closed the laptop and placed it on his nightstand. You open your eyes to see him stand up going to his dresser and grabbing out a pair of grey sweatpants. You watched as he undressed, how he pulled his shirt up over his head, how his jeans hugged his waist before he pushed them down to the floor. You watched in awe as he slipped his sweatpants on. He turned to see you, your face illuminated by candlelight as you looked at him. The soft yellow highlighted the way your hair fell perfectly, how your eyes gleamed. You sat up, playing with the hem of your nightgown looking down, Your face grew hot when Stiles's pointer finger hooked under your chin and his thumb rested on your bottom lip, he lifted your chin slightly so you were looking at him.

"Princess, why did you wear this nightgown," He said running his other hand under your nightgown and then up your thigh, You could feel yourself getting wet. "Hmm, baby what were you hoping for?" He questioned as his hand grazed your clothed pussy

"Uhm, well I thought we could have a movie night.....," Stiles's hand skimmed once again against your clothed pussy, but this time he put a bit of pressure on your clothed clit and rubbed gently causing moans to burst from your lips, you tilted your head back in bliss. "Fuck... and we could have a night or the weekend to one another without worrying about  the fact Scott can wander in." You declared, attempting your hardest to not let any additional moans depart your mouth.

"Aw baby, you're so fucking cute," Stiles whispers in your ear as he rubs a bit quicker. "Doll I want to listen to those pretty little noises you make, Stop retaining them back or there'll be consequences." His voice is now harsh, a wet spot seeping through your panties. Your eyes are screwed tightly shut as you so desperately hounded after your high, you open your eyes to see Stiles. He licked his lips as he slightly sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, a small smile emerged on his face when you made eye contact with him. Precious little moans exited your lips as his speed became faster causing your eyes to quiver shut.

Your stomach tensed, your legs began to tremble your breathing became heavier. You are so close to your high, that your moans become more of a whine, you needed this yet when Stiles knew you were about to be driven to the edge, he put an end to his motions, resulting in you snapping your eyes open staring at him in a plea.

Stiles's eyes were practically black with passion, as his hand crept up to your waist and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You lift your hips so he can pull your panties down with ease, in one swift gesture he has your red silk panties in his hand, and he discards them on his bedside table.  Stiles was on his knees on the bed in front of you, admiring the site he had of Your body, he loved how you'd bed to his will. Your face was hot with embarrassment,  as Stiles shifted your legs so they were now bent at the knees to get a better sight. Your face still hot with embarrassment you bring your knees together. Stiles placed his hands on your knees and tugged your legs apart.

"Mm, you look adequate to devour baby."  stiles conveyed as his left hand ran up your thigh when his hand finally went where you required him most, he didn't let you down. His thumb worked marvels on your clit, and his speed was quick and delicate, your moans were clamorous almost a scream. Your hands were grasping the bedspread as you twitched under his touch. He moved farther between your legs, and his right hand went to your throat gripping it lightly. His lips met yours. his kiss was peaceful and loving, and his thumb left your clit only for him to slip a finger into your aching cunt. You cried out into the kiss, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. His lips left you only to meet your neck as he sucked little bruises onto the sensitive skin. He added another finger stretching you, after a few pumps he curled them perfectly hitting your G-spot and making your back arch as a screech leaves your mouth.

His lips left your neck along with his fingers living your pussy making you feel empty. You whine at a loss of fullness. You watched as he licked his fingers clean. He backed up a bit, so he could get on his stomach he grabbed your legs and lifted them onto his shoulder. You felt his, tongue lick a strip from your wet cunt to your sensitive clit. He flattened his tongue attacking your clit, your hands went to his hair pulling and gently tugging.

"Fuckfuckfuck. Baby shittt I need more please stiles please," you begged. Stiles add two fingers into your pussy making you moan much louder, you take a hand from his hair and placed it in your mouth to quiet yourself. He pumped and curled his fingers, you were going to cum any minute and you could tell. "Fuck....  Stiles... baby I'm gonna cum.. Fuckk, please. Please mm ah..mm." you wailed

Stiles lifted his head "SHHH, show me doll didn't tell me." he lowered his head once again sucking your clit. Your legs we shaking once again, your eyes rolling back. You can swear you saw stars when you came. Your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You felt small kisses on your inner thigh as Stiles sat up, he slowly got up off the bed and left the room. Confused you sit up slightly your body still trembling.

A few minutes later he comes back with a cup of water for you. "Here baby, drink this it'll help you cool down." you take the cup gratefully. You take a sip and place it on the bedside table. You turn back to Stiles and you place a gentle kiss on his lips, after a wail, the kiss gets more heated and hectic. You don't remember in what part of the make-out session you had shed your clothes. But in this moment you are on your knees in front of Stiles as he sits on the bed naked, stroking himself wail you look up at him.

"Baby you don't.....fuck.... You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Ok. " stiles huffs  as he continues to fuck his hand

"Gotta try everything once right? Plus this was my idea handsome. Just guide me, please." you say as he removes his hand,  you lick the tip of his click that was oozing precum, it was salty and sweet, stiles groaned at the sensation of your tongue. You licked up his cock to the tip, you wrapped your lips around his length anything you couldn't fit you pumped with your hand. He grabbed the back of your head so he could fuck face you. Your hands rested on his thighs as Stiles fucked your face, he was gentle at first but then became rougher.

"FUCK.. Good girl... Mmm baby, if it's too much tap my thigh..... ok." His words came out between grunts. The sounds that filled the room were of his moans and grunts, and of you gagging. He was a good eight-and-a-half inches. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and made you go down further. With each thrust of his hips, he gave out praises. "Good girl, you're taking me so well fuck."  The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat made you wet, your thighs started to be covered in your arousal. "Good job Princess"

You tap his thigh, you don't want to stop but you need to breathe. "Shit, baby I'm sorry," he says letting go of you. You shook your head no in response to him, you sat still on your knees catching your breath. "Did I hurt you at all?" 

"No, just couldn't breathe but that's ok lover boy, do you want me to keep going?" You ask looking into his eyes, he shakes his head no. You get up off of your knees, "Then what do you want to do?  Hmm." he grabs your hips, his fingers and nails dug into your hips causing you to yelp, you knew there would be bruises, but you don't care he pulled you closer.  He was still looking you in your eyes as his hand slipped down your hips to your ass he gave it a little squeeze. His hands then go to the back of your thighs to spread your legs open for him, you understand what he wants as you are now straddling his lap.

He looks into your eyes for your okay before he continues. You gave him a nod of ok, and he runs the tip of his cock through your folds. "wait hold on we need a condom." stiles stops his actions to reach over to his bedside table. He pulled out the foil wrapper, tore it open you grabbed the condom from him. You roll the condom onto his hard cock, you jerk him off before he had enough of your teasing he gets you off his lap and onto the bed. He gets up and walks to his closet and grabs a belt.

"Mm baby you think you can tease me You're wrong. Get up and lean over the bed ass up got it." His voice was vicious and seductive. You shake your head yes and do as you were told you've never seen this side of Stiles, and you liked it. You get into position, stiles leans down to your ear " I want you to count. And I'll stop when I see fit."

In a swift motion, he brought the belt down onto your ass. "Fuckkk.. One!" you yelled out. Your ass was stinging the pain was thrilling he did it again but harder "AH TWO FUCK!" You screeched out. He didn't stop with each hit it was harder, and your ass grew red. Bilsters and small cuts started to emerge, tears rushed down your cheeks. You have lost count by now, broken gasps and yelps left your mouth as he persisted with his actions. "Stiles please, Can't take no more." you choked out

He heard your plea, and his actions stopped. He rolled you over carefully he saw the tears on your face, and he gently wiped them away, " I'm sorry love. Fuck I'm sorry." he said as his thumb caressed your cheek. You looked at him with loving eyes. "It's okay it's okay I'm okay I'm fine I promise just a little sore. No more belt tonight please," you said

"you want to keep going?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. You shook your head yes.  You get onto his bed, you winced at the pain when your ass made contact with his blanket. He follows your action, still sitting up he kisses you, as you get onto his lap. Hovering over him he runs the tip through your folds, you moan at his gentle actions.  Stiles kisses your neck down to your collarbone, sucking and biting. He died the head of his cock into your pussy then pulled it back out, he repeated this action a few times. He then slowly pushed into you. Moans erupt from both of your mouths.

He nips at the skin on your collarbone leaving small hickeys along it. You rocked your hips at a steady, pace as Stiles gently thrust up words. "Mm everyone will know you mine now Princess. Fuck.. Those little marks are so pretty on you... Fuck your pussy takes me so well, like you were made for me. Shit ah..... you are so right," you can only moan in response to him. You covered your mouth to quit your moans.

You not stiles heard the front door open it close not dud you hear footsteps coming up the stairs."Hey Stiles did you leave the front door unlocked...  Shit sorry." Mr.Stilinski opens the door to Stiles's room, his eyes meet yours. you got off of Stiles and wrapped yourself in his blanket. then Mr.Stilinski quickly shuts the door in disbelief, from outside the door he shouts "I'm sorry!"

Stiles got up and put his sweatpants back on and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. You could hear bits and pieces of the conversation that they were having. You sat there still in shock, you got up searching for your clothes, but you couldn't find them. However, you did find Stiles's lacrosse Jersey, which you pulled over your head then went to his dresser pulled a pair of his sweatpants out, and put them on. You walk out of his room and make your way down the stairs, you hear them in the kitchen. You walk in to see Stiles and Mr. Stilinski, the corners of Stiles turn up into a smile as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth.

"Is breakfast for dinner so nice Mr. Stilinski?" you ask as you make your way to the fridge pulling out the eggs, bacon, and milk. You place the ingredients on the countertop.

"sure sounds great y/n, hey quick question are you on the pill?" you shake your head yes.

After dinner you Stiles head back up to his room. "Fuck baby you look so fucking hot in my Jersey," he said wrapping his arms around your waist. He got into bed and waited for you to join him, you slid his sweatpants off and got under the covers with him, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in. The darkness crept in as both of you fell asleep. Tomorrow would be strange you had a feeling

#stiles smut #romance #teen wolf #fluff #smut #stiles stilinski #x reader

[thegeekswillinherittheearth]

Ok but did you know that blink-182 (originally known as blink) is a pop punk band formed in 1992. Lead singer and guitarist Tom DeLonge was kicked out of his old high school, in which he moved to another. He became friends with the bassist and co-lead singer, Mark Hoppus, finding him through his sister. The high school they attended was holding a Battle of the Bands competition, in which Tom decided to enter. As he did that, he met the drummer Scott Raynor. They all clicked, and made it to Tom’s house. They went in his garage and decided to record a song. The first ever song they recorded was Carousel, which ended up being released on two other albums. In 1993, they released their very first EP, Flyswatter, on May 1st 1993, by the label Fags in the Wilderness. It has been told that it was recorded in Scott’s bedroom, according to the liner notes. A year later, in January of 1994, they released their demo tape (as Mark does not consider it a real album), Buddha. There are two separate releases of Buddha, one CD being very rare. The difference was a few songs were missing, like Transvestite and Degenerate; neither of which making it to the later releases on both vinyl and Spotify. Then, on February 17, 1995, they released their first “real” album, Cheshire Cat. Many songs were re-recorded from Buddha, in fact, seven songs from Buddha made it onto Cheshire Cat, some like Fentoozler, Strings, and Sometimes. However, when the album was supposed to be quickly produced, it got delayed due to a threat on legal action. As previously mentioned, the band was originally called blink, However, coincidentally, there was an Irish band who went under the same name. They threatened to sue the band multiple times, causing them to add the -182. Due to this, some releases of the vinyl without the -182 exist, which are rare and expensive. To add onto that, there’s a version of Cheshire Cat where instead of the cat having blue eyes, it’s eyes are red. Those are expensive and hard to find as well, but they’re even more expensive if they don’t have the -182. Then, in February of 1996, they released an EP called They Came to Conquer… Uranus. It had 3 songs on it, and it was pressed on green, blue, yellow (all being clear), and black vinyl. It was only 7 minutes long, but was good nonetheless. However, a year later, on June 17, 1997, they released their first hit; Dude Ranch. It was also the last album from them to feature Scott Raynor as the drummer. One song from Dude Ranch was pre-recorded on Buddha (Degenerate), and one was from They Came to Conquer… Uranus (Waggy). They released a song from the album that changed their whole career— that song being Dammit. It is well known, also called Growing Up, due to the chorus. Dammit set them off as a band, it being their first hit. Other songs on the album, like Josie, also promoted them. They didn’t release anything the next year, however, the year after, they released their most well known and famous album. On June 1st, 1999, they released their greatest hit, Enema of the State. However, Raynor was not the drummer. He was kicked out in 1998, and replaced with previous drummer for The Aquabats!, Travis Barker. He’s known for drumming in many bands. 3 singles released, all being big hits. The most popular song, bringing them more recognition, was All The Small Things. However, the other 2 singles were popular as well, being What’s My Age Again?, and Adam’s Song. The band skyrocketed in popularity, as many heard songs on the radio. They even got to play at Vans Warped Tour. This album would change blink-182 as a whole; giving them their pop punk sound, unlike their two previous album, which had more of a punk sound to them. The album cover featured famous porn actress, Janine Lindemulder, in a nurse outfit as she pulled a blue rubber glove down her hand. It featured her on the back as well, with the band half-nude. Two years later, they released another album with that pop-punk sound, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket, having famous hits likei dont wanna fuckignnfinish fhis jsuf lisgen to blink 182

#blink 182

[thedo0zyslider]

Watch No More - 1k words

BigB is fine with dying, this time at least. He was never going to reach the top few players, not again. For now he is more than happy to wait for Pearl to join them, and he hopes it won't be too soon.

A03 Link

BigB, much like Bdubs, did not have much to complain about when it came to his placement. It was the second highest he'd ever placed, save for Third Life. But he knew he wasn't beating that any time soon, getting involved in the drama became more and more appealing to him every season, and the safety on the mines from Third Life became less so. The only thing he’d felt bad about was costing Pearl a diamond hoe. It was one of the twin ones she found on the very first day, and she’d given it to him as a sign of trust. The item had been lost with him and it felt bad, but also a little poetic. There was only one neighbor left, and only one diamond hoe along with her.

He found himself in the afterlife once more, sitting on plush green grass, much different from the rougher, bloodier thing the ground had become in the last few weeks. He recognized the area as the world's spawn, just as it had been on the first day. It was nice, not seeing Scar or Cleo’s blood staining the grass anymore. (It was getting unsettling really, how the stains never seemed to wash away. But maybe he was just Seeing things.) He looked over to where Froggie Tower was, yet was still disappointed when it wasn’t there even when he knew it wouldn’t be. There were indents where other people had sat before him, he noticed, and BigB looked around for his fellow ghosts.

He spotted them quickly, sitting on the edge of the mountain. Curiously it was only three of the what….six people who had died already? The three were Jimmy, Joel, and Skizzle, all huddled together and chatting softly, the other two being held close by Jimmy’s bright yellow wings. He approached them somewhat quietly, not wanting to disturb any sort of important post death conversation that might be occurring. Martyn had gotten a nasty talking too when he’d done that to Pearl and Scott last game; and BigB was not looking to repeat his blonde friend’s mistake anytime soon.

Unfortunately, Joel’s hearing was better than B expected, and the brunette's head whipped around very quickly at the sound of his footsteps. He always swore the smaller had some sort of dog-like hearing, and Joel certainly wasn’t beating those allegations by doing that .

“Hey B,” Joel said, craning his neck back slightly and around Jimmy’s wing to look at the former. Jimmy and Skizz turned as well, gazes lighting up and wide smiles spreading across both their faces.

“Hey,” BigB returned the greeting, taking a seat next to the smaller man. He laughed at both Skizz and Jimmy enthusiastic cheers of his name, the former getting up from his seat so he could crush BigB in a welcoming hug.

“Welcome to being dead!” Skizz exclaimed, crushing BigB’s ribs. The latter giggled his thanks, returning his friend's hug with one just as tightly. When he’d first been told Skizz gave very great, albeit bone breaking hugs, he hadn’t been prepared for how good of a hugger the man truly was.

“7th place, not bad mate,” Jimmy said, punching his arm lightly. Joel muttered in agreement.

“Thanks,” He smiled, shifting in place still he was comfortable. He ended up with his knees pressed to his chest, unconsciously leaning on Joel’s shoulder and matching the fuzzy energy surrounding his friends. Joel, for his famous aversion to affection, didn’t move away; BigB had to wonder if being a Bad Boy had ironically softened him just a little.

"How'd you go out?" Jimmy asked, trying to extend a comically large wing to wrap around the newest ghost. He succeeded eventually, but only after a minute of border line comedic straining to do so and BigB scooting even closer to Joel, who seemed to enjoy the contact.

"Scott," BigB spoke, once he’d stopped holding back giggles at Jimmy that was.

"Ouch." Skizz muttered empathetically, undoubtedly remembering one of his prior deaths at Scotts own hands, though BigB wasn’t sure which one. That man could be ruthless when he wanted too, and B wasn’t spared from that, not even for a second.

"Ouch indeed," BigB agreed, tapping the side of his skull above his ear. "Arrow straight through my head." Three almost identical winces followed his words. “But I’ve been killed worse, just wish Scott didn’t get my time.” He ended his recollection with a shrug.

“He’s bloody good at getting that isn’t he?” Joel huffed, letting a bit of frustration leak through.

“You’re just cross he kept taking yours.” Jimmy said bluntly, and Skizz, who BigB just noticed was fully clothed again, let out a cautious giggle from his other side.

“I’m not that cross!” Joel argued back, only for Jimmy to raise a skeptical eyebrow. “I’ll have forgiven him by the time he’s dead, don’t worry,” The smaller added with a sigh. BigB found it a little amusing how fast the canary could shut his teammate down. “Granted he doesn’t win again,” Joel grumbled quietly.

“Nah, Scott won’t want to win again.” Skizz chimed in, and murmurs of agreement followed his words. Scott didn’t seem like a man who wanted to walk out of hell multiple times over.

All four of them lapsed into silence after that, and BigB would soon find that sitting in silence was a common activity here. He didn’t mind silence though, not this time, not here. Here silence gave them space to think, to breathe, to bask in the presence of their precious friends; luxury’s the cruel games below often robbed them off. BigB thinks he would give a lot of things to just be with these people in a different world, a more peaceful one, something like the ones Grian sometimes remembers coming from. A world where they weren't forced to kill each other, and at the end of the day everything was just fun and games. BigB also thinks of his feuds down there, his mistakes, what he should’ve done better and what he should do now. And one of those things is apologizing.

“Sorry about the frog,” BigB said after however long, deciding it was time to bring that up. Skizz and Joel politely pretended not to listen.

“Why’d you even give it to me, in the first place?” Jimmy asked not unkindly, just curious. BigB didn’t think Jimmy could do too many things unkindly to begin with.

“I don’t know.” Bigb answered with a small giggle. “After i did it i realized how big of a mistake it was”

“Well, it was all for nothing anyways!” Jimmy laughed, and BigB laughed with him. Poor Judge Judy and Executioner, sold, fought over like a toy, then murdered accidently by Pearl. May the server’s only white frog rest in peace.

“Where are the others, by the way?” He asked after a pause. He was curious as to where Tango, Cleo, Bdubs and Scar had gone off too. Their little group didn’t tend to stray far from each other in the afterlife; unless they were acting as ghosts; so it was a little strange to ot have seen or at least heard one of the four by now. Especially because BigB would guess he’d been dead for at least a day or two at that point.

“They went to harass Etho or something,” Joel informed him, pointing downwards with an idle kick of his feet. Well, that answered why BigB hadn’t seen a whiff of them. Poor Etho. He thought, gaze shifting at what was apparently this afterlife’s portal to the living world. He was very content here, and had no intention to test it out.

He looked down to where the family and Tango had apparently disappeared too, not really wondering what they were seeing. His newfound sight apparently didn't care for the rules of the ghost world, so if Bigb really wanted to know what was happening he just had to open his eyes and look, no portal to the mortal realm needed. He guessed Jimmy could hear it if he wanted to, but BigB knew he wasn’t; for the canary wasn't slinging curses at Grian right now.

He didn't want to look though, and didn't like opening the weird extra eyes anyways. He’d never been bothered by all that Watcher business, not in the first life they’d appeared in, not in any other past life and certainly not in this one. BigB was content to just watch like a normal person, just as Jimmy liked hearing as one.

So BigB was content to sit here with his friends, to wait and to watch normally. He guessed that the four of them wouldn’t have to wait long, just hoping the next ghost wouldn’t be Pearl. The Nosey Neighbors couldn’t be the first group out.

#ron.writing #ron.fic #limited life #limited life smp #limited life bigb #bigbstatz #bigbst4tz2 #joel smallishbeans #skizzleman #limited life skizz #limited life joel #jimmy solidarity #limited life jimmy #trafficblr #traffic series #silence after death

[rainyinautumn]

Fic Masterlist!

Hello! Most of you following me on Tumblr probably know me for analyzing lore (found under my tag #overrainylyzed), but did you know I also analyze lore in prose format?

Fanfiction. I write fanfiction.

I write on ao3 under the username rainyinautumn (same as this blog), and I've put together this masterlist that I'll keep updated with my writing. All titles are hyperlinked.

COMPLETED FICS

Sing a Song of Six-Bit

One-shot, 1.7k words

Hermitcraft S9 (originally written for Hermitzine 8!)

Grumbot & Grian (Grumbot-centric)

Premise: Grumbot learns what music is.

The Things That Come Around, and the People That Don't

One-shot, 2.8k words

Limited Life (originally written for Traffic Zine 4!)

Tango & Impulse, Tango & Bdubs (Tango-centric)

Premise: Tango's boogey kill on Bdubs, but with extra flair.

Star Light, Star Bright

One-shot, 2.7k words

Hermitcraft S8

Tango & Mumbo, Tango & Keralis (Tango-centric)

Premise: Star!Tango goes on a mission to the moon.

False Volta

One-shot, 1.7k words

Limited Life

Martyn & Ren, Martyn & The Watchers (Martyn-centric)

Premise: Martyn's final minutes on the Limited Life server.

Mellow Yellow

One-shot, 1k words

Limited Life

Skizz & Tango (Skizz-centric)

Premise: after Skizz kills Tango to bring him down to yellow, they talk about what comes next.

The Sky Beneath Our Feet

One-shot, 2.9k words

Hermitcraft S8

Boatem Crew (Scar-centric)

Premise: Scar falls all the way through the Boatem Hole and in doing so finds a way to get the five of them off the world before it's destroyed by the moon.

Throw It in the Fire

One-shot, 5.8k words

Hermitcraft S9/Empires S2 + heavy Double Life influences

Tango & Jimmy (Jimmy-centric)

Premise: while Tango is visiting Empires, Jimmy begins to fear their bond will be weaponized in order to patronize him.

I Rule Too Much Already

One-shot, 4.1k words

Hermitcraft S9/Empires S2

Bdubs & Pearl (Bdubs-centric)

Premise: the story of how two gods became two saints.

The King's Hands

One-shot, 5.9k words

Hermitcraft S9/3rd Life

Ren & Martyn & Bdubs (focus on all three)

Premise: shortly after Ren steps down as the king of Hermitcraft, red name Martyn from 3rd Life comes through the Rift.

The Art of Fitting Nine Into Three

One-shot, 4.9k words

Double Life

Scar & Grian (Grian-centric)

Premise: magic gone awry turns Grian into a cat, and communicating the problem to Scar proves... difficult.

We'll Have a Home Somewhere

One-shot, 1.6k words

Double Life

Tango & Jimmy (Tango-centric)

Premise: following their final death, Tango and Jimmy have a talk in the place that comes after.

IN-PROGRESS FICS

Money-Back Guarantee

Multi-chapter, 4.1k words so far

Pirates SMP/Hermitcraft

Boatem Crew (Scar-centric)

Premise: the members of Boatem are separated when they crash on Pirates SMP while trying to escape the moon, and Scar wants nothing more than to find them all again.

Sink Into My Soul

Multi-chapter, 3.3k words so far

WitchCraft SMP

Scott/Milo (Milo-centric)

Premise: Scott successfully resurrects Milo, but happy ever after is still out of reach.

Terminal Velocity

Multi-chapter, 3.6k words so far

Hermitcraft (Superhero AU)

Scar & Grian (Scar-centric)

Premise: renowned hero Hotguy is assigned a sidekick, who just so happens to be a good friend he's been hiding his secret identity from.

Fear in a Bottle

Multi-chapter, 8.5k words so far

Double Life (The Magnus Archives AU) + heavy Hermitcraft influences

Everyone & Everyone (slightly Grian-centric, focus on everyone)

Premise: a dangerous ritual unintentionally lands an avatar of each fear in a dimension filled with unknown horrors... the worst of which might just be each other.

To Sail the Ocean in a Pond

Multi-chapter, 11.8k words so far

Hermitcraft/Life Series + Empires references

Scar & Grian, Scar & Cub (Scar-centric)

Premise: Scar is taken through the Rift to an alternate Hermitcraft Season 9 and tries to find his place on the server while he's stuck there.

The Stars Are Falling Down on Us

Multi-chapter, 3.3k words so far

Hermitcraft S9

Grian & Mumbo, Grian & Impulse (Grian-centric)

Premise: Grian studies the Rift, and the Rift makes things difficult for him.

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[thetomorrowshow]

Requests are open I've heard?

Well uh,,,, please please I want to hear your headcanons for empires s2 if you're watching it :D

Also maybe any lore predictions as to what happened in the thousand years between s1 and s2??

ok this took me so long im sorry ksjdfkj @flyingfish1234

i'm watching jimmy scott and lizzie atm, so most of what i know lore-wise for other players ive just picked up from tumblr. that being said:

-i know a lot of people are saying based on scott's recent comments (having angered a witch before, had training that helped him move through the mangrove forest easier) that he's a retired circus performer, but may i present to you: retired assassin scott.

please a retired assassin who knows a lot about textiles bc of making clothes to fit in at every place they were sent to assassinate someone. colorful clothes so that no one suspects him of a dark past. discovered llamas on his travels and was enamoured. his heterochromia became part of his infamy--"if you see a man with one eye yellow, one eye blue--you better run" type of thing. pls mr smajor pls be an assassin

-that's my biggest hope for this season, but another one is that we get villain arc jimmy! he talked a bit in some livestreams early this year or late last year that he had plans to be a villain in a series this year--he didn't do it with afterlife or with double life (so far), so i think that it's really promising for es2! and he's honestly already building up to it imo with his respect board (after all, scar becoming the villain of 3rd life started with his friendship board/passes). i just. i wanna see evil sheriff jim in full black cowboy get-up (if you've ever seen community i'm picturing the black rider in 2x23).

-i saw a theory on here the other day that sausage is also es1 sausage, searching for his friends after getting out of his alternate universe or whatever happened to him in his last episode (i don't watch sausage idk), and i fully believe that. like cc!sausage made it clear that c!sausage didn't die at the end of the season. unless we're going to have an into the sausageverse situation here idk why he would be so adamant about that.

-lizzie is a jellicle cat

-i've heard that false doesn't have memories, but is oddly suspicious of everything, like she's afraid she's being hunted. i'm really thinking she didn't start out in this world and was brought here by some unknown force. maybe pix can help her figure out her past?

-i find it hard to believe that lizzie would make an entire musical about her immortal fish goddess dnd character without having her make a guest appearance at some point.

and as for lore predictions for what happened between the seasons:

-somebody suggested that the fossil jimmy found was one of s1 gem's dragons, which i love.

-i don't think the copper king was ever found again, but i hope s2 pix unearths his history.

-s1 lizzie and jimmy are still around somewhere, but neither of them have their memories or fish features (and i don't think s1 jimmy will make an appearance, but i bet he'll be an urban legend in this season).

-at some point, someone had to build the fountain where joel got his wishes. who?

#ask #justletmehaveanamealready #the fish tag #empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #empires s2 #mcyt #i love this cast of characters #guys im having assassin!scott brainrot now #also this season has a different vibe from the first one #not in a bad way! it's just very clear that they've all come in with characters ready to go #rather than developing them along the way #it's giving far more dnd vibes than last season did #mas speaks