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muirmarie · 30 days
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Okay so for the katra transfer besides the normal places you put your fingers for a mind meld - for the katra SPECIFICALLY - it also requires a kiss. It's usually just a platonic/familial kiss! It's just an extra step that's needed for Big Serious Vulcan stuff!
BUT. McCoy, of course, does not KNOW this. So in STII, McCoy is trying to stop Spock, Spock grabs him and kisses him - McCoy kisses him BACK. Like, the big music swelling end of the world kiss. And Spock - Spock leans into that and actually Kisses McCoy as well. And then he knocks McCoy out with the nerve-pinch and finishes the transfer and goes inside the warp core and says his goodbye to Kirk and DIES.
And McCoy just shoves that all down and tries to be there for Kirk as he grieves and Kirk doesn't know ANY of this until he watches the tape with Sarek. And then of course KIRK is trying to shove all HIS feelings about that down as he goes and breaks McCoy out of jail and gets him to Vulcan.
And then Spock comes back with his shoddy memories and. Y'know. Kirk and McCoy are so determined to keep shoving their respective feelings down that they end up having sex about it.
(Hijinks, etc, eventual mcspirk - I just want that initial scene of Spock leaning in to kiss McCoy (platonic and necessary) and McCoy kissing Spock like it's the only way he'll get to keep him (little knowing it is) and Spock knowing he's about to die and just throwing caution to the wind and fully devouring him back)
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*Brady Bunches your BBC Ghosts*
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cappydoodle · 1 year
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rereading my own fic and yeah I'm a comedic genius I think
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splickedylit · 3 months
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it seems there's a gamkar week happening! I'm with y'all in spirit lmao. one of the pale ships of all time. to me.
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Cater in Chapter 2, basically...
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soupy-cosmos · 10 months
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[ID: A five panel comic featuring Beffica from Bugsnax. The drawing is lineless with the dialogue placed in front of Beffica the way it is in the game. The background is several shades of brown thrown about, meant to vaguely look like the inside of a hut in Snaxburg. In the first panel Beffica looks at the viewer in surprise, saying “You’re gay?!” in all caps. She then laughs, before sighing and smiling casually, saying “Yeah I figured.” Her eyelids are raised in the next panel, as opposed to how they were lowered previously, as she says “But hey, thanks for telling me,” In the last panel she winks, finishing her sentence with “Bestie.” and a grumpus winking emote. End ID.]
Silly little comic I came up with after trying to figure out where each grumpus would go in that one tiktok sound hkgjhhgdk
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CJ | Dawson’s Creek 6.08
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tvckerwash · 6 months
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thoughts on wash's fighting style and his position in pfl because I can (utc because it's really long lol):
wash is very unique among the freelancers for a variety of reasons, one is that he doesn't specialize in one specific area of anything, he's a jack of all trades who is able to fill in for other freelancers if necessary. for example in s9 when york was supposed to be unavailable for lock picking/infiltration duty, carolina immediately went to wash (and we are ignoring that york is not shown to be good at lock picking!) if she trusted wash to fill in for their specialist in one area, I feel it's not a stretch to imagine that he can do so in other areas as well.
need a snipper but north and wyoming aren't available? wash can cover. need someone to get into the enemies' computer systems in place of ct, south, or york? wash can cover. need someone for stealth or reconnaissance in place of florida? wash can cover. etc etc.
wash's combat style reflects that jack of all trades, master of none thing very well too, as the way that he fights is very grounded and pragmatic when compared to the rest of the freelancers. a lot of people like to portray wash as less skilled than the other freelancers, but in truth I believe that wash being able to keep up and compete with the other freelancers despite his lack of dramatic flare is a show of just how competent and skilled of a soldier he is. wash is so good at doing what he does that he doesn't need all that extra bullshit to get the job done. sure, he might not look as Cool and SexyTM as the others while doing it, but completing the mission and surviving to live another day takes precedence over all else.
another way of looking at it is that wash fights in the same way that the odst's do, that is to say that he fights like a human who cannot plow his way through the battlefield in the same way the spartans can. wash's style of fighting is one that employs careful planning and targeted hit and run tactics—this is most obvious in recovery one and s6 whenever he's fighting against the meta.
I also feel it's important to note that wash is not a cqc fighter, he can handle himself if he gets into a cqc situations but his primary weapon is the battle rifle—which is a mid/long range weapon. if I'm being honest wash's way of fighting makes waaaaaaaaay more sense if you look at him not as someone who is trained to primarily fight against other humans, but as someone who is trained to fight against 8ft 2 ton aliens with plasma weapons that can slice through the hulls of UNSC battle cruisers (ships designed to travel through space!!!) like a hot knife cuts through butter and have the technology to raze entire planets to the ground in a matter of minutes.
I also personally believe that wash has the most military experience out of all the freelancers right behind florida, wyoming, and maine (who I hc as a spartan iii). we know that wash did his basic training in the leonis minoris system (a canonical halo system) and that system had two of the three planets glassed by the covenant in 2537, and wash directly references these events in the washed hands interview in the fan guide and the way he says it implies that he likely completed his basic training that same year. now I have some grievances with the timeline given in the book when it comes to the events depicted in the freelancer saga because it's just kinda weird, but everything prior to that bit is actually fine (though I hate the way that they decide to number the timeline lmao).
now in halo canon the human/covenant war ended in 2552, and according to the timeline in the rvb fan guide that was 1 year after alpha was sent to blood gulch. project freelancer is first cleared for funding 7 years BBG (before blood gulch), and recruits the 50 freelancers 5 years BBG. doing some math we can determine that pfl was cleared for funding in the year 2544, and the freelancers are recruited for pfl in 2546. so assuming wash finished his basic training in 2537 that would mean that he was in the military for 9 years before he joined pfl, and while wash is addressed as a corporal (e-4) in the washed hands interview he was most likely demoted to that after he was court martialed, and he was possibly going to be dishonorably discharged from the military because of his disorderly conduct.
using the current standards used by the us marine corps when it comes to rank progression, wash was most likely a sergeant (e-5) who was very close to being promoted to a staff sergeant (e-6). wash as a sergeant would've essentially been the assistant manager/co-leader of the platoon he was in while his staff sergeant was the manager/leader, and that would explain why he was able to even get into an argument with his CO in the first place. I believe wash held a similar position in pfl, as it's kind of implied that he did some management stuff in pfl (talking with internals/upper brass, him feeling comfortable with openly questioning carolina about whether york should be allowed on the sarcophagus heist, and of course he shows the ability to direct and somewhat lead south in recovery one, and him leading church, caboose, and the reds in s6, and him taking charge of the meta in s8).
even if wash wasn't a sergeant as a corporal he would've been in a position to be the leader of a fire team, so basically wash isn't some rookie who had no clue wtf he was doing as many in the fandom like to characterize him; he is an experienced and battle hardened soldier by the time he joins pfl no matter how you look at it.
to put all of that into context, carolina is born 29 years BBG, which would be 2522. so during pfl she's in the 24-28 range and she wouldn't have joined the military until 2540. I actually personally head canon that wash is the same age as carolina, but that he illegally enlisted at 15 because of a crappy home life, but ignoring my head canon and assuming that he joined the military at 18 instead, he would've been born in 2519.
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cloudcountry · 1 year
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music notes of the heart
Genre/Tropes: Study dates but its unestablished relationship? Floyd is flirting with you LMAO + Slow Dancing!!
Summary: Your tutor for musicology may not be other people's first choice, but he's yours.
Author's Comments: inspired by this tumblr post!! we truly do need more intelligent floyd content and i've already written for jade's dorky goofy silly side so many times sigh. also seriously, do not ask about the slow dancing merpeople rituals. you can infer. LMAO (@tinyletterz i hope you dont mind me tagging you but i was thinking of you when i wrote this bc yk. Floyd Leech. C:)
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You set your books down on the table tucked in the corner of the library and sit down, shifting anxiously as you await your tutor. The smell of old papers and the sound of scratching pens from a few bookshelves away does nothing to dispel your nerves. If Ace and Deuce could see just who you’d asked for help, they surely would have yelled at you for hours and wrung out your neck in frustration.
It’s not like anyone else held the same passion for musicology, though. Besides, Floyd Leech wasn’t that bad once you got to know him.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, you think as he waltzes into the library, a lazy smirk on his face and his hands shoved into his pockets. His back is hunched slightly as he looks around the library, eyes scanning over each face with an almost predatory grin. You raise your arms and wave him over, trying not to make much noise to avoid being yelled at by the crabby librarian.
Floyd does not share that sentiment.
“Shrimpy!” he yells (honestly you don’t think he’s capable of yelling any louder) and bounces over to you.
He sweeps you into his arms in the blink of an eye, cackling madly as he nuzzles you. The librarian shoots the two of you a glare, and you shrink into his chest with shame. You’ll have to apologize to him later.
“Were ya trying to hide from me?” he breathes, sharp teeth on display as he grins down at your bundled-up form, “You know I’d sniff you out, right?”
“I wasn’t.” you protest, but it falls on deaf ears and Floyd squeezes you closer. His nose brushes against your cheek and he borderline snuggles you and you’re glad you’ve picked a table in the corner because if you were any closer to the center everyone would be staring.
“Alright Shrimpy,” he murmurs, setting you down in your chair with two quick taps on your head, “Ya said you needed my help with musicology?”
“I didn’t know who else to ask.” you say, sliding your textbook over to him with a furrowed brow, “You’re the best in that class and I can’t seem to grasp any of it.”
Floyd sits down next to you and leans in close, so close that you can smell the cologne on his clothing. You let him read through the notes you made on the sheet of lined paper you used to mark your page, gnawing at your lower lip self-consciously. You know you aren’t the best at this subject but it’s Floyd’s best, and you don’t want him to think you’re stupid.
He seems to be able to read minds because Floyd looks over at you with a pout.
“Shrimpy, I’d tell ya if you were stupid. So quit worrying.” Floyd scolds, snatching your hand up and squeezing it as he intertwines your fingers, “The fun thing about musicology is that you can analyze and learn from any angle ya want!”
“Freer subjects are harder to work with, though.” you confess, “I’m not sure how to go about...figuring something out when it doesn’t have structure.”
Floyd sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry as if to say “Boo, Shrimpy. Now you do sound stupid.” You can almost hear his voice.
“Just pick something and we can start from there. What kind of music do ya like?” he bumps you with his shoulder, a huge grin on his face, “Ya gotta have something.”
You answer him, and he makes an “ah-ha!” noise. He mumbles a page number and flicks through the textbook before coming to a stop at a chapter that goes into that exact type of music. There are music scores printed on the right page and some kind of tree diagram on the left one. You stare at the words incredulously, already lost.
“Come on now, Shrimpy. Work that tiny little brain of yours.” Floyd teases, jabbing your temple with a giggle, “I know you can do it.”
You swat his hand away and wiggle your hand out of his hold, feeling a foreign heat creep up on your cheeks. Floyd giggles again as if he knows, and leans in even closer to you.
“Hey Shrimpy.” he whispers, eyes gleaming in the corner of your vision, “I changed my mind, let’s ditch the reading. I’m getting bored. What are ya gonna do about that, huh?”
You’re not sure you can do anything honestly, but you expected him to leave pretty early on in your study session anyway. It’s a miracle you got him to agree in the first place.
“Oh, you can leave.” you offer him a quick smile and turn back to your textbook, pouring over the words, “I didn’t expect you to stay the whole time- Woah!”
You’re swept out of your chair but the second time that day, and your body thumps against Floyd’s. He stares at you with a cheerful grin as he takes your hands and places them on his arms. You jump a bit when his lanky arms wrap around your waist, but when he starts swaying slowly you get the idea.
“Let’s try something else, yeah?” he snickers, “Can you tell me why people slow dance?”
“Um...to feel emotional closeness?” you say, eyes glued to his rumpled purple shirt so you don’t have to look him in the eye.
“Bingo.” he chuckles, “Merpeople also have dances like this.”
You’re tempted to ask what those dances are for, but you don’t. Floyd sweeps you around and your feet lift off the floor for a second, but you don’t feel like you’re going to fall. Floyd squeezes you a bit tighter as he guides you, somehow avoiding any tables and chairs and bookcases with master precision.
“I didn’t know you could slow dance.” you whisper, “I thought you were more of a fast paced dancer.”
“Meh. Normally.” he shrugs, “But I like dancing like this with ya. It’s fun.”
Your heart flutters.
“Can ya tell me anything else about it?” he hums, lifting his arm and spinning you around. Your breath catches in your throat as he dips you, the arm carefully holding up your waist your only support.
“Um...” you stumble over your words, grasping for any thoughts as you stare into his eyes, “Uh, it’s- um, slow dancing brings people physically closer too? Because you can feel their movement and everything-”
“Good little Shrimpy.” he giggles, hoisting you back up and resuming his more soothing swaying, “See? You’re doing good. I told ya you’d figure it out.”
Did he? You don’t even remember.
“I think I need more instruction.” you mumble, eyes darting away once again.
Floyd laughs loudly at that, but this time you don’t care when the librarian shushes you.
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chryblossomjjk · 5 months
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imagine seokjin comes back and is serious
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11queensupreme11 · 6 months
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What if Percy gets transported back to the PJO world pregnant with a child! Like, it could be from any one of her lovers (yanderes) and then Hera wipes her memory - which she freaks out because... What the heck?! She married her father, uncle, cousin, and an emo! And she had a child with them on the way - and Percy doesn't remember anything - or will she knows she's pregnant but have no idea how or who the father is (mother's instinct) - and she's like training with Lupa and arrives at Camp Jupiter with a infant that looks exactly like their father. And the gods, in their roman forms, are confused as heck! Like, why does that baby have my godly aura?!
And pandemonium.
What I want to know is how her friends will react from camp-half blood and Nico! Especially if her child is the son of ROR Hades.
THIS IS LITERALLY LIKE THE OG SLEEPING BEAUTY ASIFGWYGV KINDA
in the og, sleeping beauty gets raped by the prince? king? i can't remember, but basically she gets pregnant and wakes up to the babies coming out or something like that
i think after hera kidnapped percy she put him to sleep for a few months and then sent him to the wolf house... soooo when our percy wakes, it'd already be four months. by then, there'd be a slightly noticeable bump
can you imagine waking up and realizing you're pregnant, but not even remembering HOW? were you raped? were you married? how did this happen?! our poor girl's gonna go through so much, because i doubt lupa would care. she's a greek who was sent by hera, she's not getting any mercy from the wolf.
she stays in the wolf house until june. she's out in the wilderness. no proper shelter. probably has to hunt for her own food. no doctors/hospitals around so no proper natal care too. she'd have to go through all that AND find a way to camp jupiter. i think the only reason she doesn't miscarry is cuz she's carrying a god's child 😣
she'll already be SIX MONTHS PREGNANT, by the time she gets to camp and even then she won't have a break cuz she's IMMEDIATELY going to be sent on a quest. i know camp jupiter is strict, but i doubt they'd be willing to send a pregnant girl to a dangerous quest, but they have no choice cuz it's mars telling them too. frank and hazel would be quite protective of her cuz of her state at least
and then she gets her memories back and realizes she's carrying a GOD'S baby and has a bunch god lovers, and none of them are here cuz they're from a new universe asehfahfgv
i feel SO bad for percy cuz one month later, in july, she and anthonius would fall into tartarus. she would be SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT. and in fucking TARTARUS.
you can probably imagine the absolute fury her yandere lovers would feel 💀💀💀
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chipistrate · 4 months
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Me: Yeah I'll work on my website I'll get so much done! :D
Also me: writes a whole ass essay about why the PQ4 ending isn't us freeing Vanessa and instead is us setting up Vanny as a new villain and every tiny detail in the ending that makes me think so from the build up to the end credits
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gumshoegoat · 9 months
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human sam and max ft @doodle-beeez designs !! i wear my hair up a lot and s2g the tighter my pigtails are the safer i feel
((uncolored version under cut!))
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ironladders · 2 months
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you know what? fuck you *turns ashrah fully human*
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todayisafridaynight · 10 months
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teehee
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coffeeghoulie · 1 year
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Mushy May Day 19: Ghoul pile/found family
Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows
Rating: Gen
Pairing: Polyghouls
Words: 980
It’s Sunny’s first ghoulpile Up Top.
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It’s been three weeks maximum since Sunny arrived Up Top. She’s still figuring shit out, with her limited grasp on language Up Top, learning how the humans work and her place in all of this, this whole Ghost Project thing.
The pack’s been doing their best to show her the ropes, her fellow ghoulettes especially. The eight of them eat together, go to practice together, rotate through each other’s rooms at night. Not even sleeping together, just sleeping.
As the summer begins to draw to a close, the nights growing longer and cooler, the ghouls start sharing glances at each other over the dinner table. Sunny can’t exactly make out what they’re trying to say with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin, but she mirrors the expression they make at her.
Dinner winds down, and without complaint, Dew and Swiss rush to get the dishes done. Sunny’s only known the two for three weeks, but this seems incredibly out of character. The rest of the ghouls go back to their own rooms, one through each door, which Sunny has never seen happen the entire time she’s been Up Top. She stands in the hallway, feeling lost, when Cumulus and Cirrus come out of their rooms each with a bundle of blankets and pillows in their arms.
“What’s going on?” Sunshine asks, eyes glancing back and forth between the ghoulettes.
“We’re having a ghoul pile now that it’s cool enough for all of us to sleep together. Come on, dragonfly,” Cirrus says. “Change into something comfy, strip your bed and meet us in the common room.”
She’s still confused, but does as she’s told, changing into soft shorts and a t-shirt that doesn’t quite smell like it’s hers, but she’s still new enough that she can’t recognize the scent. She may be more comfortable with the ghoulettes, but there’s something in Cirrus’s voice that Sunny feels herself having to obey. She returns to the common room, standing in the threshold.
Mountain and Aether have moved back the couch and loveseat, the cushions stripped and tossed into the center of the room. Rain takes blankets in every color and sheets and pillows, arranging them into a rough circle. Swiss and Dew emerge from the kitchen, glance into the common room before darting past Sunny to their rooms.
Rain beckons Sunny over, reaching out to take the blankets from her. She hands them over, reluctantly. “Help me make the bed?”
She arranges blankets, spreading them out. She tries to copy Rain’s motions, glancing back at him. “What are we doing?”
Rain raises an eyebrow at her. “Making a bed. We’re having a ghoul pile tonight. All of us sleeping together. Just sleeping in a big ole pile.”
“I’m a grown ghoul,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. “I don’t need to sleep in a kit pile.”
“Didn’t your pack in the Pit have ghoul piles?” Rain asks, cocking his head at her.
“My pack?” Sunny asks.
“Yeah,” Rain says, “The ghouls you lived with, your family.”
“I… I didn’t live with anyone, not after I became an adult. Got chased out. Did you live with other people?”
“Oh,” Rain breathes. “Oh, Sunny. We were, at least most of us, Swiss might be the exception, but most of us were parts of big packs before we were summoned. I lived with my parents’ pack for a couple hundred years after I became an adult. I’m still relatively new to this pack, not as new as you, of course, but we all mostly have similar stories.”
Sunny sits back on her haunches. “Huh.”
“If you’re not comfortable sleeping with all of us together, I certainly wouldn’t blame you. You’re part of this pack now, even if it wasn’t exactly by choice. It took me a couple of months to get used to all of this.” He gestures around them, where Mountain and Aether have joined them in fluffing and arranging the pillows. Cirrus and Cumulus come back into the common room, having changed into matching pajama sets. Swiss and Dew come back with their own bedding, seamlessly adding it to the ever growing pile.
Rain stands, taking Sunny’s hand in his cool grip and helping her to her feet. “You think this is big enough for all of us, sunbeam?”
Sunny glances at him, glances at the rest of the ghouls, and nods.
“Alright, guys, we’re ready!’ Rain calls out to the rest of the pack. “Sunny’s in the middle, sorry Dew, but it’s her first ghoul pile. If that’s alright with you?” He turns to her, a kind, shy smile on his face.
“Can I get out if it’s too much?” she whispers. Rain nods, running his thumb over her knuckles.
“We’ll let you out, of course.”
“Then yeah, I’ll take middle.”
Rain and Sunny lay down in the center of the giant, makeshift nest, nestling into the blankets and pillows. Rain pulls her back gently against his chest, entwining his tail with hers.
Cumulus and Cirrus are next, tangling their legs with Sunny’s, Cumulus laying on her back, Cirrus curled up on her other side, reaching over to take Sunny’s hand. They both start purring aggressively, eyes drifting shut. Swiss lays down against Rain, hooking his leg over his hip.
Mountain lays down on Cirrus’s other side, his long limbs reaching over the two ghoulettes. Aether lays perpendicular to the rest of the pack, letting Cumulus rest her head on his chest, and Dew, tiny little thing, lays across the rest of them, careful not to dig any of his bony joints into anyone.
He’s comfortably warm, and Sunny feels the safest she’s felt in a long, long time. She sinks into Rain’s hold, burying her nose into Cumulus’s hair, inhaling the smell of her coconut shampoo. Her eyes flicker shut, breathing evening as she drifts off to sleep.
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