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[damnidunno]

Loving you pt1 (Acexfm!reader)

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You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend Ace, who was covered in flour with confetti in his hair, in front of you on your birthday, that is. “S-Suprise?…” He said, holding out flowers to you. 

*Earlier that day*

After he woke up (it was already afternoon), on his way to the bathroom to freshen up, Ace felt like today was important. Yes, something was planned today… Well, since he forgot, it couldn’t be that important, right? (How wrong he was…) Not giving it much thought, he went to the kitchen, wanted to open the fridge, and then he saw it—the calendar—the calendar you kept on the fridge because you knew how forgetful he is. Since you aren’t really used to celebrating your birthday, you didn’t deem it necessary to write it down, but what you didn’t know is that the day you started to write everything on it, Ace noticed that you had skipped the month of your birthday. That can’t be right! How could the person he adores, worships, and loves not be celebrated for existing, he knows he doesn’t deserve the love and attention you give him on his day of birth. To him yours is the most important, because without you where would he be?

So he wrote it down secretly—not like you could read his writing anyway. That day was today, the birthday of his lover. “Oh no...” was all he could mumble while looking at the clock, 4 hours till you come back home... "Come on, think! Something romantic!“ Thinking about a spontaneous surprise, Ace noticed how he wasn’t really the romantic type; all he could come up with was a bouquet. Luckily, he knew which flowers you liked, so he went and bought them with some birthday decorations because it was supposed to be a surprise party, right? Ahem… Back at home, he frantically tried to think of something he could do by himself, because you were a sucker for handmade surprises.So he thought of baking! It is a sweet gesture, yes… If you forget, that we are talking about Ace, for a second—that man isn´t realy keen on baking. So, of course, it turned into a mess, but somehow, looked like a cake? On top of the cake, he tried his best to write “Happy birthday, babe!” Well, he tried to make it readable.

He felt confident in what he had achieved in this short period of time (ignoring the mess left behind in the kitchen). He passed the mirror with a quick glance and him looking a bit messy was an understatement. He was covered with flour, head to toe. He took a quick glance at the clock 1 hour left. “I STILL HAVEN’T USED THE CONFETTI” so he quickly and messily spread the confetti, by ripping the bag in two above his head...10 seconds left. He frantically went from one room to another setting the table and seeing if he could add anything else-till he heard the keys to the front door. So with a sigh, Ace quickly scrambled to get the bouquet he was now standing in the hallway waiting for you to come inside and praying he didn’t do too badly. 

*End of flashback*

You were shocked, you surely didn’t expect this at all. First, a surprise. Second, your boyfriend looking like an absolute mess, your mess if you will. You were touched honestly, you gave him a soft smile, took the bouquet out of his hand gave him a peck on the lips and said “thank you for doing this love, you really didn't need to.” He smiled at you and looked at you with so much tenderness that he only took your hand and led you to the table where you saw the cake. "I know I'm not the best in all of this, and I'm certainly not used to this—" He took both your hands, looked you in the eyes and gave you a bright smile— him smiling was so radiant, his hands were so warm and his eyes bruned with so much love, he was like the sun to you, he just surrounds you with warmth even if he dosen´t takes notice of it. You fell in love with this goofball all over agian. oh ace... you thought, he spoke so softly you almost didn´t hear him “You are everything to me, I didn’t know someone like me could be loved like this or even deserves to be. Because of you I feel like maybe I do have a right to live with an angle by my side and I’m honored to be able to call you my girl. Happy Birthday Sweetheart” 

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A: ♡( ◡‿◡ )

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[videostak]

sooo tired and sleepy today idk why. well actually i do know why its cause i went to sleep at like 2am last night cause i watched royal space force but didnt realize it was 2 hours long lol. and afteer that i wrote in my diary after having not written in it a long time while listening to some songs from ongaku zukan :> i do realy love all the songs on it i can understand why they cut the songs off of illustrated musical encyclopedia to make room for field work and steppin into asia like to make the album more shorter and just kinda make the album all consecutive strong songs back to back while keeping some variety tho i do think that the end of illustrated like the second half flows a bit weird like going from steppin into asia which is great into tibetan dance which is also great to ma mere l’oie to the album closer kinda flows weird. mainly with tibetan dance which is like a perfect album opener and obv field work is a great album opener to so i can understand why they opened with that but also u can tell in the sequencing they wanted to put tibetan dance opening side 2 but also knew steppin into asia had to be on there so like tibetan dance just kinda is awkwardly after that and then u go to the last two songs. anyways royal space force i do have to say is still real great and like its kinda insane to me that it gets away with being two hours long. given how like u would think it would feel like its pushing it but it actually flows normally. the music is great obviously and so is the animation and like just the feel of it its  a really great work like it feels really ambitious and exciting.

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[mother-snake]

Angst? Angst! So Nico has met all the sides except for one, Janus. Why? Because Janus is self conscious of his scales (and has maybe internalized some of the past "evil villain snek boy" opinions the others originally had of him??) and he is afraid he will freak out/disgust Nico and ruin Thomas' change at happiness. (+ maybe a happy ending?)

um...well. ^-^ tags: @idkanameatall words: 1631 warnings: angst and a panic attack (pls tell me if i need to add!)

-a dangerous feeling-

Maybe Janus was overthinking things again. But after finding out that Nico could in fact see the sides… he hadn’t been as active outside. He of course still added his opinion into conversations. But he didn’t dare show himself in front of Nico.

Thomas had been happier since he had begun to date. And that’s what made Janus so afraid of showing himself. he had been welcoming of the others, he had enjoyed Patton's jokes, logans smarts and romans ability to think creatively.

He had also met Remus and Virgil. But not Janus. He was yet to meet the scaled side. And it was that exact reason. would he be scared by the way he looked. Would it frighten him away from Thomas?

So, Janus had decided that he wouldn’t show up unless absolutely necessary. now he was curled up in his room. Lying in his bed trying to block out some of the thoughts that fluttered around in his mind. He missed talking to Thomas, he was able to give him a distraction most times. Even if it was just a small game of chess every now and then.

But right now, Nico was over for a movie date. Meaning he wouldn’t be able to leave just yet.

He let out a long sigh and flung the fluffy sheets of and stood up. maybe a cup of tea would help calm down his nerves. he picked up his cape and hat before leaving his room. A habit he would never let die. He loved both objects too much to let go.

He made his way down the hall, passing the brightly coloured doors. Ah, that would be annoying in deed. He had missed lunch once again. He wouldn’t be surprised if Patton didn’t scold him for missing yet another meal.

As he entered the kitchen, he found that there was no one there, that had surprised him greatly. But a plate caught his attention. A sandwich and some grapes sat lonely with a post-it he could only guess were from Patton. a warm feeling flooded his chest. but he quickly put it out. they were only playing nice. They didn’t care, of course they didn’t. but as he read what was written he found it so much harder to put out the spark of hope.

If you need to talk, our doors are open -Patton

He folded the post-it and placed it delicately into his pocket to join the others in the small jar by his bedside.

A small tugging feeling emerged in his chest, but he quickly shoved it away. he knew that Thomas was okay. He didn’t need him yet.

Another tug came, this one was coming from one of the sides. But once again he shoved it back down as he grabbed the plate, as he nibbled at a grape.

A wave of tiredness seemed to wash over him as he made his way to the commons, forgetting about the tea he was planning to make. much to his surprise he caught Patton just as he was beginning to rise up from being outside.

“Janus! There you are, why aren’t you coming?” he asked concerned as he made his way closer to the semi-startled side. “Thomas doesn’t need my assistance right now. I don’t wish to appear either,” Janus said as calmly as possible. “for some reason. I don’t believe what you just said,” Patton said sternly, his voice laced with worry.

“is this about Nico?” Janus froze still, “Janus?” “don’t worry about its Patton,” he said weakly as he sunk down and back to his room, leaving a very concerned father figure behind. --

Patton sunk down and back with the other side. His heart heavy from his talk with Janus. he plastered a smile on his face as he appeared in the living room where the sides, Thomas and Nico were gathered.

“is Janus joining us this time?” Nico asked as he looked at Patton. “no… it’s concerning me,” Patton said, his smile fell as he rubbed his arm. “why? What happened?” Thomas said. “he was trying to hide something. But when I brought up Nico, he seemed to freeze in place,” he said. “does he not like me? could that be the reason?” “no! as far as we know, he’s actually happy that you and Thomas are together,” roman said. “is there a way to summon him so that he needs to come out? I think I should talk with him,” Nico asked.

The sides began to think… they hadn’t thought about doing that. “yeah, if all of us summon a side at once, they can’t ignore us all,” Remus said. --

Janus had gotten halfway into his sandwich when he felt the tug, then another. And then he could feel all the sides.

He felt panic rise in his chest as he unwillingly sunk out. he didn’t even realise he was in the Livingroom. His vision had gone blurry. He couldn’t seem to breath. His mind had begun to race as he felt himself fall to his knees in the panic.

“Janus!” a voice called out to him. but he didn’t hear. He couldn’t be here, he would scare Nico away. “Janus, can I touch you?” the voice was soft and welcoming, he couldn’t tell who it was. he nodded, and felt someone reach up to his arms, he hadn’t realised he had begun to tug on his hair.

The touch had helped, but barely. “-two, three, four- “he heard in his panicked state. he began to repeat what he was hearing.

And slowly, he found himself coming back to reality. There in front of him was Virgil, dark eyeshadow darker than normal. “are you feeling better?” he asked as he backed away slightly, giving Janus some room.

“sorry,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “Janus, right?” a voice asked from behind Janus, making him freeze up once again.

Virgil shifted to the side revealing the one person Janus had been trying to avoid. he held his breath as he watched Nico get closer before sitting down next to Janus. “are you okay?” he asked, the worry in his eye had caught Janus off guard. he looked away and gave a small nod.

He watched Nico look around before standing up and picking something off the floor. Janus felt something plant on his head, he felt a small bit of relief. He hadn’t realised his hat had fallen off. “thank you,” he muttered.

He shakily stood up with the help of Virgil. “well, if I am not needed, I best be going,” Janus said. “wait- “Nico yelped, causing Janus to stop, “stay,” he said simply with a smile.

Janus felt surprised at his words. Why would he want him to stay. “what?” he asked, dumbfounded. “I… would like you to stay, if you don’t mind,” he said.

Janus found himself at a loss of words. Why wasn’t he scared. Why wasn’t he frightened? He looked over to where the sides were gathered. Each on of them sending a reassuring smile his way.

And for the first time. He didn’t put out the small spark… a weak smile appeared on his face. “very well then,” he said.

He let his smile grow as the sides, Thomas and Nico let out a small cheer. “is it okay if I ask you some questions about your scales? I'm rather intrigued by them,” Nico asked, his eyes sparkling. “not too many, I hope you don’t mind,” Janus “of course,” Nico said happily.

And that’s how the evening continued on. a movie played in the background as Nico whispered questions to Janus.

The sides had taken their turns glancing over to where Janus was sitting. Each one of their hearts warmed as they saw Janus interacting with Nico.

The two of them getting along rather well. Virgil hadn’t seen Janus so happy in a long time. He hadn’t even realised his eyeshadow had turned that violet colour it had begun to do recently and once a long time ago. and much to everyone’s disappointment. The evening had soon come to a close. With Nico needing to go home.

Janus felt his heart sink at that realisation. as every side said their goodbyes. He gave a small nod. “hope to see you next time Janus,” “indeed Nico,” he said with his signature smirk. --

Thomas turned to look at Janus as Nico left for the night. “well… did you enjoy meeting Nico Janus?” Thomas asked. “if you break up with him, “Janus began, “I will personally make your life so much harder,” he said before sinking down with a wink.

Remus let out a cackle, “that’s snake faces way of saying yes tommy.” --

Janus let out a sigh of relief as he arrived back in his place on the common’s sofa, where he had been sitting beforehand. His sandwich left in its place. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the small yellow piece of paper. he picked up the plate and made his way to his room.

He would most likely end up taking a nap. And that he did. But was awoken by Patton calling him down for dinner. And for the first time since being accepted, he didn’t refuse to join.

The warm feeling in his chest brightening as he was led by Patton who was almost pulling him along muttering happily.

And if tomorrow Thomas went out to meet up with Nico, he would summon Janus and the three of them would talk, nothing would be wrong. Janus may slip up with his lies, but Nico would only smile and wait for him to correct himself. yeah. He would definitely give Thomas hell if he broke up with Nico. That was certain.

#janus sanders #thomas sanders #ts spoilers #sander sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts nico #i hope this is what you were after #i wrote this in an hour and i realy think it went well #angst #fluff #happy ending

[anika-ann]

No Strings Attached - Pt.2

Y/N vs. Dangerous Cardio

Type: Modern-college-professor AU x CHUCK, part of Attached series More info here and on the Attached masterlist

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 3400

Summary: It’s all very sweet until it isn’t.

Warnings: swearing, Steve in a gym, mention of a migraine, violence, gun violence

A/N: Enjoy and thank you if you’re giving this crossover a chance. You don’t need any knowledge of Chuck, not realy.

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You woke up with a startle; some shuffling and a click of a drawer made your snap eyes open and follow the sound. Steve’s back welcomed you as he was fishing out something hidden to your sight.

What time was it? What day was it? Why had you been you sleeping when Steve looked like he just got home from work? Why didn’t he wake you?

…hold on. It was Tuesday and there were those Ministry people at the uni and the strange test and you got the splitting headache--- what time was it that Steve was already home?

You groaned when you noticed the drawn curtains, last sunrays peeking through and colouring the sky. Jesus. Had you slept through the majority of the day?!

“Babygirl?” Steve’s voice reached your ears and your head whipped back to him automatically, thanking heavens when your temples didn’t throb with the sudden movement.

He placed the socks on top of the drawer, making his way to you, concern drawing his brows together, creating those lovely worried wrinkles on his forehead.

“Uh-huh?” you hummed as you sat up, once again pleasantly surprised that the world wasn’t swimming in front of your eyes, no blurred vision, nothing.

Aside from feeling sleepy, you were… fine. Which was kinda strange, but you weren’t about to complain.

Sitting next to you on the bed, Steve gently sunk his fingers into your hair, dropping a sweet lingering kiss on your forehead. Lips never leaving your skin, beard scratching lightly, they caressed your temples next; and you realized what was happening, your own lips curling up in a smile as pleasant warmth spread in your chest at Steve’s worry.

He was lowkey checking for fever.

“You’re not subtle,” you informed him, both amused and touched.

His words vibrated against your skin as his mouth moved a bit higher again, thumb caressing your cheekbone.

“Not trying to be. How do you feel?”

“How do you even know I wasn’t feeling good?”

He withdrew a little – not before he dropped a cheeky kiss on your nose – raising a challenging eyebrow.

“Ibuprofen on the table and you sleeping at five in the afternoon after only attending one class?” he offered with a smirk, but you weren’t fooled. It worried him. You weren’t a perfect student, but you rarely skipped class; especially Callahan’s class, because you immensely enjoyed it.

“Fair enough. Is it really five already?” you asked rhetorically, running a hand through your hair, catching Steve’s own and brushing the soft skin of his wrist with your lips; a silent thank you for fussing. He gave a brief smile, pulling you to his side, letting your head lull against his shoulder. “When did you come home?”

“Just a few minutes ago, unfortunately. Kept messing stuff up when I wanted to leave the office.”

Because I was worried, was left unspoken and you sighed, wrapping your arm around Steve’s stomach, drawing soothing circles on his side.

Steve was a mother hen; it wasn’t something that was widely known about him, but you had had several opportunities to experience it and you loved it… most of the time. Then again, it brought unnecessary concern to weight his shoulders down.

“I’m sorry, Stevie. How did you know? Did Bucky tell you something?” you wondered, faintly remembering his gaze having following you as you left.

“Linda Parson dropped by to tell me, actually.”

A snort escaped you and you laughed into Steve’s shoulder, fingers clutching his waist. You felt your cheeks warm up with both amusement and embarrassment when you recalled your last encounter with her.

“Was she able to look you in the eye?” you chuckled, causing Steve to retreat and watch you with puzzlement written all over his face.

“Not really-- how did you-?“

“I was kinda out of it. I’m pretty sure I told on you that you don’t usually sleep naked. And that we totally went at it before going to school today. And that your hair looks really good in the morning.”

Steve’s eyebrows gradually rose until they nearly got lost in his hairline. “Uhm… that would explain it. Also… thanks?”

“As if you didn’t know.”

One corner of his lips rose higher in appreciation and then he looked you in the eye, serious again. “How do you feel?”

You didn’t hesitate – and you didn’t have to make up things just to calm his obvious anxiety. You simply spoke the truth.

“…surprisingly good, actually. Headache’s all gone, which is… weird. Frankly, it was terrible, I can’t remember feeling anything like it before.”

Steve’s gaze travelled all over your face, tender fingers tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears before he proceeded to kiss the presumably offending spots on your face. You couldn’t but smile widely, pulling him in for a proper kiss, which he willingly surrendered to.

“I’m sorry, babygirl,” he whispered, brushing his nose with yours.

“Not your fault.”

“Well, you did sleep for a while as if you were catching up on lost hours… maybe I’m keeping you awake too much,” he remarked cheekily and you rolled your eyes at the switch of moods, tickling his side which caused him to chuckle and swiftly retreat.

“Har-har. Do you hear me complaining?”

“Nope, usually you’re just asking for more.”

You gaped at him and chuckled breathlessly, feeling your stomach flutter at the memories of you doing exactly that. “You are incorrigible, Professor Rogers.”

He only smirked and pecked your lips. “Sweetheart, you’re forgetting I know you wrote about having your cunt eaten out and getting railed against the desk in my office and thanking me for it.”

This time you sputtered, almost choking on your spit at such low blow; playful, yes, but brutal. Also – such language!

“Steve!”

“So I don’t think you should be playing this whole ‘you’re incorrigible’ game with me.”

“Jesus, Steve. You’re a menace.”

“Oh babygirl, you know it... just for you,” he assured you with a grin, his eyes now completely cleared of all worry, humour twinkling in them instead. “Anyway, I uh… I was thinking the gym, since it’s Tuesday, but-“

Right. Another thing about Tuesday. Sweaty Steve and workout. Yum and—eh. Okay.

“Of course. I’m coming with.”

You felt better – you felt completely fine, to be honest. And if it got worse by exercising, well… you could always just settle for taking it awfully easy in order to watch Steve’s biceps bulge under weights, his perfect ass growing even rounder while doing squats.

Oh yeah, you were so coming with.

“Are you sure? I mean, we can totally stay in, I don’t want you to-" he fussed again, but you just shut him up with a quick kiss.

“I’m fine, Stevie. Plus, you’re like a damn model. I need to keep up at least a bit.” You couldn’t but grimace at that a bit, drawing an offended sound from him.

“Hey!” he protested, frowning. “Thanks and all that, but what are you even talking about? Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous. My perfect, perfect pretty girl-“

You squinted at him playfully as he turned your lame attempt at a joke – that might have been a bit serious, because had you seen him – into a compliment. “Charmer. But I mean in general, you know. They say it’s healthy to do sports. Plus, we paid for that couple membership, so…”

“Ah, yes, at least once a week together to get a discount. What were we thinking?”

“That sex doesn’t count if it’s the only exercise we do,” you shot back instantly, this time making him snort in amusement.

“I love you, babygirl. And I know I keep saying it, but I love how your mind works,” he added sweetly, kissing your forehead again as if he wanted to make sure you really weren’t running a fever and thus were ready to be cleared to leave the bed by nurse Rogers.

“Love you too, Stevie. Now let’s go before I change my mind.”

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Exercising was not such a great idea.

Obviously, Steve delivered; watching him lift weights and work out in general was a delight, your mind helpfully supplying the huffs and other noises you knew he was making occasionally, but couldn’t be heard over the music.

And you actually did enjoy going just for yourself; the endorphins worked wonders for your mood, always. Even today, in the first few minutes as you jogged and then even ran on the treadmill, you were having fun.

But then the previous headache echoed dully in your skull; barely there, considerably less intense than in the morning, but you certainly had no plan to push it. You did not want to be where you had been earlier today.

So you eased up your tempo at first, the pulses in your temples slowing down and then you resigned entirely and switched to a different machine. Less cardio, more strength training, while you did not forget to get an enticing view of your fiancé, recalling other times his face got flushed like this.

Except not even sinful thoughts could quite erase the barely-there tingle of pain.

You gave up with a sigh, wiping your hands to your leggings and approached the most handsome man in the gym.

Steve carefully set his weights down, hair sticking to his forehead in a way that should not be as attractive as it was and smiled at you curiously.

“Hey there, handsome,” you humoured him, earning a breathless chuckle.

“Hey beautiful. What do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Your eyebrows jumped, smile faltering.

“I’m gonna get some air, just wanted to let you know.”

“You okay?” he asked, damp eyebrows furrowing and you couldn’t resist – you smoothened the line out, for some reason actually revelling in how sticky the skin was. “Gross,” Steve mumbled in return.

“How dare you. I’m… fine. Just feeling the head again and don’t want to overdo it. Fresh air might help,” you offered with a shrug.

“Fresh air? In New York City?”

“Fresh-ish.”

Steve dropped a kiss to your forehead, people around be damned and smiled at you, the concern still undeniably present.

“Just don’t run off on me.”

“Run off? On this?” you joked and not joked at all, gesturing to his body vaguely, earning an eye-roll.  Oh but you knew he liked to have his body appreciated alright. The attractive body just happened to hide a soul that would make angels weep, giving him a reason to actually love him. As a refiner of that, you tapped his chest lightly above his heart, grinning up at him. “And from this? I wouldn’t dream of it, Stevie.”

His gaze softened, probably following you even as you made your way to the lockers.

“Don’t forget your coat!” he called out lowly, but loud enough for you and a few people around to hear. You snorted to yourself as the on-lookers probably thought he was being like an overprotective parent – and yet, you smiled at his care.

“Mother-hen…”

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You were frankly grateful to have your coat – warmed up from the gym, the early March air was still rather cold against your skin. You made a mental note to thank Steve, thoroughly, for looking out you. He had also had a point; fresh air in New York wasn’t exactly an available article, but you supposed this would do.

Trying to ease the headache, you breathed in deeply, deciding against leaning against a similarly cold and dirty wall, walking slowly instead, glad that the street was one of the less frequented ones as the gym was just outside the busiest city centre.

You opted for subtly observing your fellow citizens in order to relax your mind and to resist the usual urge to pull out your phone and check what was new in the world. You played a game with yourself, one Steve asked you to play with him sometimes and which always resulted in him complimenting your unique mind which he claimed to love so much; just watching people, wondering about what their story was.

You were ninety percent sure that the guy in the beige trench coat was an accountant hating his job, but sticking with it for the sake of his loved ones; a ring told you there was definitely a significant other for him if not a whole family.

The woman your eyes fell on next, on the other hand, loved her job. Either she had a very enthusiastic colleague she was discussing a certain problem with – her eyes were shining with excitement, mouth seemingly forming very long words, likely a scientist then – or the said colleague was more than a colleague. You felt one corner of your lips rise; you knew a thing or two about blurred lines.

The next guy was--- well, hunk. Judging by his built, you would think he was heading for the gym you were hovering around, definitely reckoning him as a regular visitor. But in his leather jacket, jeans and cap, an inconspicuous clothing at first glance, there was just something about him that unsettled you.

Your heart skipped a startled beat when your eyes met. Your insides twisted uncomfortably as his irises flashed with an emotion you didn’t dare to try and read.

His shoulders seemed even wider now as his right hand reached to his lower back, probably to adjust his jeans and pull them higher to shield his loins from the cold. You didn’t blame him, his jacket wasn’t exactly long, more of a fashion statement, than a practical choice-

“GET DOWN!”

The world swayed of its place as something collided with you hard, the woman’s cry barely having reached your ears before she slammed into you. You landed on your side with a hiss of pain as you hit the ground, but the quiet sound was drowned in something much louder – something that made your blood run cold.

The bang rattled through the city noise, instantly followed by screams—and to your horror, more shots were fired before your brain even registered that someone--- someone actually fired a gun.

Multiple times.

And few of those shots rang right from above you, forcing you to close your eyes and flinch violently in fear.

“Get up!”

Your side throbbed with pain, your chest constricted as you couldn’t breathe in, the command falling on deaf ears.

An iron solid grip circled your arm and tugged you half-way up. Your eyes snapped open, catching a glimpse of blond ponytail before your vision blurred with sudden tears and another loud bang thundered through your head.

“Go, GO!”

Your feet acted on their own accord, moving swiftly, stumbling as you were forced to stagger whichever direction you were being pulled.

Heart racing as if it was meant to escape your chest, the world seemed too slow and too fast at once. You couldn’t tell how you were running away from the terrible noise, but you were – and you were still being tugged to follow your companion god knew where, hand on your bicep, fingers digging in, people getting out of your way more than willingly.

And for a good reason.

It finally connected in your brain that--- that was definitely gun in the woman’s hand. You instantly came to a halt, desperately yanking away from her grip.

“Hey!” she complained and you managed to get a look at the woman manhandling you at last, even as she kept looking back and forth as if checking whether you were being followed.

You felt your jaw go slack. She was familiar; very vaguely, but unmistakably familiar.

“Are you-“ you choked out, fear mixing with relief, because this was definitely the woman from today’s morning, the one who was with the ministry even if she wasn’t wearing glasses anymore and what the hell, did the Ministry of Foreign Affairs teach people how to shoot or-

You yelped when a black jeep pulled over by the sidewalk, causing you to instinctively jump back; and to forget for a second that there was a stranger right next to you who had just been in a gunfight probably on your side and got you as far away from the weird gunman as possible.

The backseat door flew open.

“Get in, Walker!”

Walker. Right. That was her name – the name Chuck, Carmichael, had introduced her with as his colleague. And now this.

What the hell was going on and what had it to do with you?! Why did the woman grab you of all people?!

“Come on, we’re here to help, I promise,” Walker blurted out, her sharp gaze still scanning the street, her head beckoning towards the vehicle.

For some reason, you believed her.

Because she had had an opportunity to shoot you instead of shooting after the guy who had just pulled out a gun in the middle of a peaceful street and she hadn’t.

Decision was made. She certainly was the lesser evil at the moment, even if going with her included meeting whoever was driving the jeep and he could be worse than the gunman. But there was no time to lose any more time by your useless pondering.

You climbed into the car, swiftly followed by the blond, door shutting close just as a bullet hit the wingmirror, making you nearly jump out of your skin and scream bloody murder in fright.

You were knocked backwards to the seat and to the side as the driver stomped on the gas harshly, darting from the side of the road into the traffic, horns complaining all around you as he had no regards for the regulations.

“You alright?” the deep timbre from the front seat asked, a grunt following when he took a sharp right, causing you to crash into the other woman.

Your head was spinning, the roller-coaster of madness momentarily rendering you speechless – but the question wasn’t aimed at you.

Which was good, because you were not okay in the slightest.

You were hyperventilating, your lungs burning from the improvised run, your muscles ached from the gym visit and the extra work-out which involved running from a fucking shooter. Your head was back to pounding and your heart felt like it might give out any second.

And you were definitely crying, but all that was the least of your concern, because-- what the fuck was happening?!

Who were these people? Who was the guy who--- who just decided to shoot into the crowd, nearly shooting you? Why did Walker snatch you away from the place, to supposed safety? Why not the others and--- oh god, the others.

Steve!

“We’re good. He obviously got away, but I think I took a good look on a tattoo on the side of his neck.”

The driver – tall, wide-shouldered, with dark-ish hair, that much you could see even with your vision swimming in tears – only grumbled in response.

Before you could say a single word (or yell), your phone vibrated in your pocket and you instantly made a grab for it, pulling it out.

“Is that a phone?!”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about this,” your blond companion blurted out in response to the irritated question from the driver’s seat.

You didn’t even get to accept Steve’s call before the device was yanked from your hand--- and a second later, a knife was sticking out of it, lead straight through the middle.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, horrified, terrified and--- utterly shocked.

What---what- where did it even-?

“Not safe. Had it been an older model, I’d just pull the battery out, but these damn smartphones are impossible to open quickly,” Walker complained as if her words made any sense and as if she had a reason to complain.

Why would she even need to remove the battery?! How--- she just cut you off from Steve!

You stared at her, unable to form words, too many frantic thoughts bouncing off in your aching skull.

“What-“ you lamely breathed out, bewildered, freaked out and thoroughly exhausted.

“We’re the good guys, I promise. Which is why I’m sorry about this,” the blond spoke again, softer than before.

You barely had the time to process that she was reaching behind her back before a brief pain stung your neck, the world spinning faster and faster, darkness closing off your vision… and then it swallowed you whole, the last thing you felt being the backrest against your temple.

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Part 3

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Well, that went off rails quickly. That’s Chuck to you.

I promise things will start making sense... in the meantime:

Excuse my lacking action writing skills, it’s been a while.

Thank you for reading!

#fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #marvel #chuck #nbc chuck #professor steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #college au #professor au #modern au #professor bucky barnes #chuck bartowski #sarah walker #john casey #chuck fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #mcu #attached #no strings attached #anika ann

[hotchscotchh]

Reimagined; Chapter 1 - Chester Hardwick

The comparison between this and the first time I wrote this chapter is honestly kind of crazy. I’m so excited for this rewrite! I will only be redoing chapters 1-7 :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: mentions of sexual activity, canon typical violence

Word count: 1.8k

Reid helps Hotch sort out some issues

Read on AO3

Chapter 2

Based on 3x14, Damaged

Chester Hardwick. A serial killer that managed to take the lives of twenty-three women before he was caught. Hardwick had decided he was ready to talk, and Spencer Reid couldn’t be more excited to get into this man’s mind. Aaron Hotchner, on the other hand, was just plain angry, and for good reason. Haley was being completely unfair with this divorce. He figured that if he had something else to focus on, the pain and anger would leave the forefront of his mind, at least momentarily.

None of that interview had gone as planned, though. Hotch had tried to fight Hardwick after he revealed his plans of killing two FBI agents as a way out of the death penalty. He thought maybe he’d put some of his anger to good use. Thank god for Reid, though, who had been able to talk the psychopath down, probably saving both of their lives in the process. He’d managed to talk for a full thirteen minutes until the guards returned. Hotch shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, he’d heard Reid go on for hours about nothing before. Even if no one was listening.

He might’ve been surprised, but he was also impressed. Extremely impressed. He’d never seen someone district an unsub for that amount of time, let alone completely throw off his plans of killing. But, play on narcissism was always a strong one.

Reid was… well, Reid was turned on, to say the least. This sort of adrenaline got him going for some godforsaken reason that he would probably never completely understand. That combined with seeing his (extremely attractive) boss puffed up, ready to kill a man in their honor? Well, that memory was one he would reserve for a later date.

“So, Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested to nobody wastes money on lawyers,” Hotch started when they were in the FBI issued SUV on the way back to D.C.

“You don’t want to?” Reid questioned.

Hotch sighed. “What I want I’m not going to get.”

Confused, Reid answered, “What is it you want, Hotch?” He didn’t get an answer.

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Back in Quantico, the rest of the team had just wrapped up a case of their own. Reid was currently witnessing an encounter that he didn’t understand one word of. Technical Analyst Kevin Lynch confronted David Rossi, claiming they needed to talk “man to man,” whatever that meant. Then JJ sang some song about Garcia and Kevin and a tree. He had no idea what was going on. Rather that continuing to sit there confused (no one would explain it to him, apparently what was happening was obvious), Reid decided to go check on Hotch. His superior had obviously not taken the request from his soon-to-be-ex-wife well, and he was sure to get some flack from Strauss about the outcome of the interview.

“Hotch,” Reid said quietly, rapping his knuckles on the door frame to Hotch’s office and poking his head in.

“Come in, Reid, close the door,” Hotch answered, not looking up from his paperwork.

Reid sat in the chair across from his superior and handed him a file. “My reports form the interview, sir.”

Hotch looked up then, meeting Reid’s eyes with a smile that didn’t quite reach his own. “Thank you. I appreciate you getting this done so quickly. I wanted to apologize for the situation I put you in today, it really was not appropriate. I shouldn’t have provoked him the way I did.”

“Hotch,” Reid started again, pausing to make sure the words that were about to come out of him mouth were going to come out correctly. “Let me take you out for dinner tonight. I think you need someone to talk to, and honestly, I probably do too.” Reid didn’t really need to talk, he had been doing much better in the aftermath of Tobias Hankel recently, but he did know that Hotch would be much more likely to say yes if he thought it wouldn’t only be benefitting him.

Hotch looked up from his paperwork again, giving Reid a look he couldn’t quite decipher, and thought for a few moments. “Well,” he finally answered, “that actually sounds great. Let me just finish this last file and I’ll come get you. I’m assuming you took the metro?” Reid nodded. “Okay. I’ll drive us and bring you home after. Think about where you want to go.”

Reid left his superiors office with a smile on his face. Sitting down at his desk, he thought back to the way Hotch looked preparing to defend himself and Spencer from the psychopath that had threatened their lives just hours before. He felt himself getting hard. He shook his head as if he could shake the thoughts from his head as he stood back up and made his way to the bathroom. There, he splashed some cold water across is face. He wasn’t supposed to think about coworkers like that, especially not his boss.

Reid reminded himself that his boss was married. Sure, it was a failing marriage, but a marriage, nonetheless. That single thought sobered him up. He made his way back to the bullpen to find Morgan giving him a weird look.

“What, do I have something on my face?” he asked.

“No,” Morgan replied. “You just were in Hotch’s office, come back all pale, and ran off to the bathroom. Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer huffed defensively. “Fine, just got a little nauseous. I’m okay now. Thanks for asking though, I appreciate it.”

An hour later, Hotch descended the steps from his office, finding Reid lost in a book at his desk.

“Reid,” he called out softly, placing a light had on his shoulder in an attempt to not startle him too much.

Reid jumped anyway, and looked up at him. “Hotch! You scared me,” he exclaimed before looking around and realizing that his coworkers had left without his noticing.

“Sorry,” Hotch chuckled. “I’m also sorry I took so long; I got a call from the Wichita police department.” Reid looked back over at him; disappointment evident in his eyes. “No case,” Hotch amended quickly, “they were just letting me know how that case from a few weeks ago turned out. Our unsub was prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, landing him a life sentence, no parole. Have you decided where you want to go for dinner?”

Reid took the change of subject and went with it, nodding, standing, collecting his belongings, and making his way towards the doors of the BAU.

Spencer didn’t begin to feel nervous until his was sitting in the front of Hotch’s SUV. When they were settled, Hotch turned to look at him and asked, “so, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Reid answered with a blush. “I’ll be your personal GPS. Turn right out of the parking lot.”

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Twenty minutes later found them in from of a small Greek diner. “Did you know that Greek is my favorite?” Hotch asked, a small smile playing across his lips.

His very kissable lips, Reid thought. He blushed again, not breaking their eye contact, before answering, “Yeah, thought you might want some comfort food. I’m not well versed in the realm of divorce, but I know what you’re going through can’t be easy.”

Hotch’s smile grew imperceptibly. “Thank you, Reid.” They got out of the car and made their way into the restaurant, finding a secluded booth towards the back.

“I’ll bet you that I can order for you and it’ll be exactly what you were thinking about ordering,” Hotch said out of nowhere.

“What’s on the line?” Reid asked.

“Loser pays for dinner.”

“You’re on, I’ll make the same bet,” Spencer answered, silently deciding that he would wait on the difficult conversation until they received their food.

The waitress approached their table, and Hotch informed her that they would be ordering for each other. She gave a small smile, looking between the two of them. “Of course,” answered, leaning down to look over Hotch’s shoulder to see what he was pointing at on the menu before turning to Reid and doing the same.

The next fifteen minutes were filled mostly with Spencer finally getting an explanation as to what had occurred between Garcia, Kevin, and Rossi. Spencer laughed, not believing he hadn’t picked up on it. Some profiler he was. Their food arrived, putting a stop to their conversation. The two men looked down at the food set in front of them. Reid had ordered a Greek soup for Hotch, and Hotch had order Reid a pork gyro.

They looked back up at each other and both said, “you win,” before laughing.

“How about this,” Reid proposed. “I’ll pay this time, and you get the next one.”

“The next one?” Hotch asked.

“We’ll I was hoping there would be another. I don’t know about you, Hotch, but I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight.”

Aaron looked back up, smiling in a way Reid had never seen before. “I have too, Reid.”

“So,” Reid started cautiously. “Let’s talk. You never answered my question in the car before. What is it you want?”

Hotch heaved a sigh, looking down at his lap before resignedly looking back up to meet his subordinate’s gaze. “You can’t tell anyone about this. I want to keep it quiet.” Reid nodded earnestly, excited that the man was going to open up to him. “Haley wants full custody. Which, in reality, makes sense because of how often we’re away, but it means I’m not going to be able to see Jack anywhere near as much as I want to.”

Reid thought it over for a few moments. “Why don’t you ask for a Skype or phone call at least every other night? I know he’s little, but hearing your voice will be good for him. And for when you’re home, ask to have him at least two nights a week. Weeks we have off and holidays can be negotiated by the two of you privately. You know, her lawyers probably just making an unfair offer to get you to contest it so they can make more money. She’s a reasonable person. I’m sure she’ll be willing to compromise.”

Hotch took a moment to process that. Letting out another sigh, he looked back up at Reid and replied, “that’s actually fairly realistic. I’ll talk to her about it. If she’s not wiling to change, this is just going to have to get messy.”

Relaxing back into his seat, Hotch gave a small smile. “I should come to you for advice more often, Spencer.”

Thant night, when Spencer got home, he got himself off to the thought of Hotch. The strong man he saw earlier, and also the soft one he had seen that night at dinner. He only felt guilty about it for an hour. Maybe two.

#hotchreid #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner/spencer reid #criminal minds #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #Derek Morgan #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #fic #my writing

[katierosefun]

author interview tag game

thank you for the tag, @pandora15! <3

Name: caroline

Fandoms: mostly the clone wars, but i also have some marvel stuff, and waaay back in the day, i wrote some doctor who and merlin stuff!

Where you post: primarily on ao3! i mostly just write on tumblr when i’m accepting prompts from like...ask games or something.

Most Popular Oneshot: real

Most Popular Multichap: to these memories (this fic only recently hit 1k kudos, and my heart?? w h a t)

Favorite Story You’ve Written: def. to these memories because a) longest fic i’ve ever written, and b) oh, the hours i logged into writing this fic, and c) oh, the outlining that went into this fic...i’m very proud of myself for completing the fic, and of course, i credit this to everyone who showed their lovely support for the story. :’)

Fic You Were Nervous to Post: uhhh definitely too far just because it’s...rather personal. i sometimes say that there’ll be a scene or two or just straight up a line or two that’s plucked out of my real life, and i think it’s inevitable for writers of any kind, including fic writers, to isolate their real lives completely from whatever they’re writing, and?? this fic is probably the most personal for me because of that. i remember kinda hem-hawwing about posting it, because i was like whoa, maybe this is a little too personal? but then i steeled myself and was like, “okay, well, would this have lifted my spirits when i needed a story like this??” and then decided to post it.

How you choose your titles: i def. toss and turn between titles! there’s a few fics of mine that are straight-up song lyrics (no surprise there), but to my surprise (as i was looking through my catalogue of fics just now), i realize that a lot of my fics are usually just words or two about what i think might have been extremely important to the story. (or captures the overall tone/theme of the story, anyways.)

Do you outline? for multi-chapter fics and relatively long one-shots with lots of moving parts, i’ll outline. but for shorter one-shots and prompts, i’ll usually just stick with the image that compelled me to write the prompt/one-shot in the first place! (and then kinda write around that.)

Complete: uhhhhh, i’m gonna answer relatively for all my clone wars fics, because in total, i have 74 completed fics. (make that...75, hopefully in a few minutes or hours!) but out of clone wars fics, i have 46 completed fics! (and again, hopefully 47 in a little while.) a part of me is lowkey hoping that i’ll get up to 100 total fics by the end of this year. a part of me highly doubts it, but given how much i was able to write over summer break, i’m...intruiged if i wind up somehow writing another twenty or so fics by the end of this year. (asfsf my wip list is long enough to fill in for another twenty fics. caroline finish all your wips challenge.)

In Progress: okay, so officially, time, wondrous time is in progress and online. but in terms of the works in progress on my laptop...i have...*mutters, counting* fourteen official wips. (ten of them are one-shots, and the other four are longform fics. one of them, i’m hoping to release next week (!!!), and another, i’m hoping to release hopefully around mid-december. uhhh so fingers crossed??)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: oops, i guess i kinda already answered that question, but eh, might as well! the one coming out next week (hopefully!! caroline get your shit together challenge!!) is titled most ardently, and it’s an obitine au based off pride & prejudice because i cannot and will not shut up about obitine being the period drama ship out of star wars okay--

and then the other longform fic that is very overdue is called getting lost in a big galaxy, which is a fix-it of sorts taking place after season 5. anakin’s gone missing, and obi-wan winds up going on a galaxy-ride road trip with ahsoka (who, remember, has left the order) to find their idiot. this is honestly my excuse to just write more obi-wan and ahsoka content. hopefully, that’ll be posted in december!! (despite the fact i...originally meant to post it in august oOps.)

and then there’s this other longform fic which...might be coming in early 2021 called red, underlined, which is essentially...uh. everyone’s a stressed out law-school student, and anakin might have accidentally murdered professor palpatine, and now anakin, obi-wan, ahsoka, padme, and rex are all trying to find out what the hell to do with themselves because they’re all in on it. (def. influenced by how to get away with murder except without the criminal justice professor to lead them through the ropes. so more chaos. kind of a dark comedy vibe, if anything else? anakin no is major theme in this one. uh, i mean, maybe anakin was justified in murdering creep palpatine because our gang’s gonna find out what was going on in the background, but either way! lots of “holy shit are we good people are we bad people what are we doing”. lots of questions about morality! ethics! law school student study nights with anakin sprawled out on the floor and obi-wan wearing glasses (which he pushes up the bridge of his nose whenever he’s about to lecture anakin that no, that’s not how that statute works, dumbass) and ahsoka just bringing snacks and rex catching paper airplanes and padme being the one to supply everyone with very neat flashcards. this fic is gonna be an absolute beheamoth, and i’m estimating about 45 chapters? like...130K+ words? help? yeah idk either this really blew up in my head

and then...this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job, which is...office x tcw au. only not? it’s very, very loosely based off the office, but not really. obi-wan moves in as a new manager of a company, and we’ve got anakin being like “lol new guy i’m gonna mess with him”, and ahsoka being the one who’s both like “please don’t mess with our new boss” but also being like “actually, wait, lemme help”, rex being in hr and being like “i don’t get paid enough for this”. (also there’s some parts that are written like actual interviews like you would find in the office, so there’s this one bit where uhhh

Obi-Wan flicks his eyes to the cameras in silent question before turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, if you need to call maintenance, then I hardly think you need my permission—”

“Thanks!” Ahsoka says quickly, and she’s about to disappear from the doorway when Obi-Wan stands up.

“Wait, Ahsoka, what exactly—”

Ahsoka re-appears at the doorway. “Oh, right,” she says. “Um—maybe just stay away from the men’s bathroom for a little bit.” She pauses.

“Actually, just stay away from them for the rest of the day.” She hovers by the door for a minute longer, and then she adds quickly, “And maybe also avoid the breakroom. Everything’s fine!”

And with a perfectly not-fine smile, Ahsoka disappears from the doorway.

Obi-Wan stares at where Ahsoka was just a moment ago, and the he turns to the cameras in disbelief. “Did she just—” Unable to finish his own sentence, Obi-Wan starts out the door. “Ahsoka?”

The camera follows Obi-Wan out of the conference room and into the breakroom. There are only muffled shouts—Anakin’s shouts, and then Rex’s, and then Ahsoka’s frantic “no, sorry, everything’s fine!”, and then Obi-Wan’s loud, “What is going on in here?”

surprise y’all just got a snippet i’m sorry can you tell i’m weirdly into this au?? i need to rewrite some scenes but uh there you go

Prompts: for the most part, yes! i have some stuff in my faq about prompts that i’ll probably turn down (mostly anything that’s...above a certain rating/really, realy heavy themes that i just don’t think i can tackle with justice or with enough education on my end). i can be a little slow with prompts, but i’ll get to all of them in time!

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: uhhhh i have too many that i’m excited about. literally i can write a mini essay on every single one of the fics i’m working on? but uhhh i guess since i already talked about all my major longform fics above (asdfasdfsd didn’t mean to do that, i’m so sorry for everyone who had to scroll past that word-vomit), i guess the one i’m most excited about releasing is the post season 7 obi-wan-and-ahsoka-finally-talk-about-how-they-miss-each-other-also-sorry-for-fighting-with-you-i-know-you-were-just-trying-your-best fic. (not a whole ton of spoilers for this one, but uh. i’m looking at some of these scenes and making frustrated sounds because there’s this one particular instance where i’m like, ahsoka. ahsoka just talk to him just ta lk to him but then lol no talking :)) also maybe some h/c? lowkey sickfic might be involved in this somehow? might have accidentally served as a precursor to to these memories? help? this fic just ballooned. caroline keep your ideas contained challenge!)

No Pressure Tags: @lightasthesun @soplantyourownflowers @ohhellokenobiand anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game #thank you!! #caroline.....control your wips challenge #also i am so sorry this got sO long and SO OUT OF HAND #also....lol caroline stop writing so many longform fic challenge #i really love writing one-shots #i really really love writing one shots #but like also. also there's a part of me that's like 'im gonna hyperfixate on this au sO HARD' #thankfully tho i think those are all the longform wips #there's also that one time travel fix it longform fic i have in the back of my head.... #but lol i still haven't outlined it yet

[hana1379]

Anna’s Appreciation Post

A year ago I plucked up my courage and posted my first fiction here, it was trash really maybe after some corrections I’ll post it someday but anyway that was the time when I really got into fanfiction like I could spend the whole day on Tumblr reading everything I could, writing whenever I had time (I was able to write almost 7k words fic in two days which is a success for me, now it would take me 2-3 months) and of course I started to follow wonderful people who are masters in what they’re doing.

So in order to celebrate my one-year activity in Marvel fandom, I made a list of 26 blogs I really love, admire or simply like. I know I’m gonna expand it or do the part 2 because 26 out of over 100 is simply not enough.

Disclaimer:

I put here works I especially enjoyed and since I was neglecting Tumblr for the past six months I simply forgot many of the titles by those amazing authors, I put here those who I recalled

I tried to write about every author so you may notice I wrote more about one but less about other this stems from the fact that I don’t know personally any of those authors although I wish I did, I simply based on interactions with others and of course also my Tumblr-avoiding-time is showing through this. So please don’t take it personally.

I probably repeated myself too many times but you have to forgive me.

I’m still unsure about putting any links here but we’ll see.

!The order of the list is random. This is not a ranking, it’s just a list!

And sorry if this appreciation doesn’t look like should but I tried.

@suz-123​  is always ready to help anybody, helped me (I was that whining anon a couple of months ago about a small number of notes. Thank you for that!). Her writing is phenomenal and she’s one of the few who made me cry while reading fanfiction. 

          Favorite work: Too Soon

@persephone-is-here-omg​ a wonderful person who wanted to help me when I messaged her out of the blue. Always defending others when they're being attacked (I started following her after somebody attacked another blogger)

          Favorite work: Bed Time (it’s realy filth)

@skishenanigans​ Ary is amazing. She is one of the firsts blogs I started to follow and her willingness to fight for ethnic minorities and with racism amazes me. She is the one who awakened my daddy kink so yeah I blame you.

          Favorite work: Dark Paradise and One Time Thing

@jaamesbbarnes​ and @sgtjbuccky​ How could I separate those two friends? Doriane and Salina are one of the sweetest people here. Their work is always full of teeth-rotting fluff. I love them.

          Favorite work from Dori: Curves and Edges and Soft Touch           Favorite work from Salina: Always be you and Symphony

@papi-chulo-bucky​ Del's blog always makes me smile, she is a wonderful and a funny person and her hoeing hours are delightful 

          Favorite work: It’ll Last Longer

@bucky-plums-barnes​ Gen runs a wonderful and an interesting blog, every day she has headcanons or drabbles for different situations (I don't know how to call it) for example, daddy's Wednesday or spinoff Fridays. That's a shame she wakes up when I usually go to sleep.

          Favorite work: To Build a Home and One Call Away

@softlybarnes Becca is also one of the firsts blogs I followed, her writing is really amazing and I think her series was the first I have ever read. Psst If you still want to learn Polish just hit me up.

          Favorite work: Blue and Names

@221bshrlocked​ what to say about Maggie? I envy her talent and the smoothness she writes with, her masterlist is so enormous that I honestly haven't seen the half of it but I promise I will one day.

          Faviorite work: A Real Man (from That Haircut masterlist) and Behind the Walls

@sebashtiansatan​  again one of the firsts blogs I followed and a hell of a writer. Really like this blog.

          Favorite work: Happy Anniversary

@after-avenging-hours​  I don't like to repeat myself but again one of the first blogs I followed. I don't think in Sam's masterlist there was a writing I haven’t read although the masterlist is huge. 

          Favorite work: Hunter Bucky series and Late Night at the Office

@ursulaismymiddlename​ the author of the first work on which I cried like a baby while reading it. Love the writing and original ideas.

          Favorite work: Pretty, Shiny Things (that’s the one which made me cry) and Home Coming 

@moonbeambucky​  Tara is a hell of a  writer. Everything she writes I read with a blush.

          Favorite work: Regrets 

@prettyyoungtragedy​  Maya is funny and caring. She's one of my favorite bloggers.

          Favorite work: Accidentally in Love and It’s Complicated

@sherrybaby14​ I like that Sherry isn't afraid of what she's doing. I mean you're not stumbling upon darker fics all the time and I really admire Sherry for that. Non-con and dub-con is not everyone's pet subject but under all this halo is interesting stories and wonderful writing.

          Favorite work: Winter Smut  

@angryschnauzer​  How couldn't I mention a famous Schnauzer? When I was new in this fandom and with reading fanfiction at all I stumbled upon fic called On The Fence, I read it and wanted more so I think I went through the whole masterlist with w Patrick Star shocked face. I still do that whenever I read anything from Schnauzer because every work is so good and explicit but that’s good.

          Favorite work: Hard Drive and On Your Knees

@bitsandbobsandstuff​ Kris entranced me with her stories, I hate Sundays but her Safe With Me was the reason I was eagerly waiting every Sunday for another chapter. To me this story still is canon.

          Favorite work: Safe with Me and Cracker Jacks and Kiss Cams

@sad-af1121​  I remember Sadaf from when I was really active as a kind and a funny person. If you want to visit a solid blog and really nice blogger- go to Sadaf's.  All of her writings are really good and series are captivating.

          Favorite work: Million Dollar Man

@caramell0w​ Cara IS a writer she is a hell of a writer. She published two of her books and I still lament that they're not available in my country but to those who can buy it knowing Cara's writing skills those books are amazing.

          Favorite work: Pen Pals

@myattemptatfanfic​ I'm ashamed that I even don't know your name but I know your work very well. It was one of the firsts multi-chapter stories I read and it was a year ago but I'm happy you're back.

          Favorite work: Big Girls Don’t Cry 

@plumfondler​ "Easily one of the best writers for smutty goodness" end of the quote. I think that sums everything up, everything Ellie writes, she creates perfection. 

          Favorite work: Snowed In

@gaybybirth​ Huge masterlist and even bigger talent! How am I supposed to pick something from your works when I haven't even seen the half of it? Another person who I envy the smoothness with Molly writes.

          Favorite work: What Are You Thinking About? and Let Me Show You How It’s Done

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          Favorite work: Wine and Dine Me

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          Favorite work: A Dash of Jealousy and A Woman Like You

@buckychrist​ this pure soul who was so kind that she was willing to help me writing a fic (I still have it in my drafts maybe someday I'll post it). Hayley is really incredible with everything she writes and she is a wonderful human being.

          Favorite work: Grown So Cold and I love this  (sorry it’s on my blog but I couldn’t find it)

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[we-will-all-be-stories]

weli have like three followers and like i dont actually expect anyone to see this i just want to rant and since i dont really have many friends i dont realy know who to tell. 

my mothers really pissing me off for reasons that honestly i shouldnt have to be dealing with. 

a few weeks ago my parents finally took me to a real psychiatrist, after 2 years of therapy and month in a mental hospital. it was set to be a three hour appointment for an official evaluation and diagnosis of my anxiety and depression and whatever the fuck else is wrong with me (which i dont understand since ive already been diagnosed by two prior therapists, the ER psych ward psychiatrist, and my psychiatrist at the mental hospital i was at, i dont see the need for anouther diagnosis of the same issues). okay, cool, whatever, obviously i’m panicking, not from the actual topic but just talking to someone in general (also my parents never leave the room b/c they think that i’ll just sit there and go non verbal, or as they believe, choose not to talk despite the fact that i have s.a.d. and was selectively mute growing up - i have non verbal episodes, it happens). well, essentially, i actually have no clue what happened in the room b/c after five minutes, the psychiatrist decided that i wasnt useful and i was too anxious to be productive and was sent out of the room. i sat in the waiting room for two hours continuosly calling and texting my mom to let me back on the room while i had a panic attack in the waiting room and slowly fell into a sensory overload from all the noises because the office is in a child pediatrics building and children are fucking loud. after two hours i’m left back into the room where the doctor tells me my diagnosis, my parents pay, and we leave.

i wasnt even present for my own evaluation. i get that he’s trained, but my parents no shit about how i feel, theres no way they can tell him. and furthermore, yeah, i’m anxious, but thats not the only thing i live with, yet its the only thing anyone will offer me help for. 

im used to being sent out of rooms. people dont have enough pacience and ust assume i can control this. i was sent out of the room during my 504 accomadation meeting at school too, you know, the “you’re child tried to kill themself, heres an extra day for classwork hope it helps” meeting. 

but heres the problem now. i have sensory issues to the point that putting on a pair of socks sends me into a panic b.c of the seams - a “bad touch” makes me break down crying - a flickering light burns my eyes - someone coughing feels like someone sceaming in my ear drums. and no matter what i tell my parentsm they dont understand how bad it is. 

apparently they mentioned it to the doctor, whose response was to get me an asd evaluation. okay, sure. its not like my old therapist hadnt been telling my mom to get my evaluated for asd and sesory proccessing dosorder, its not like my father works with psychiatrists who work with autistic kids everyday who has been telling my dad to get me evaluated. 

so finally my mom emailed my school counsler about the evaluation. she said that the school doesnt have the resources to do so. 

okay

i went to my moms office to print out my essay, and she had her email open to my section. (she organizes her email by topic, she has a group of emails under my name). im a bitch and decided to look at the emails. she emailed my school saying that she is “sure i dont have autsim” but that my doctor is making her ask about an evauation. 

the school wrote back saying that refuse to test me because that would require an iep rather than just a 504. the school psychiatrist essentially refuses to test students “simply for a diagnosis” and that my education and grades must be severely impacted by my issues. listen, no one gets a psych evaluation simply for a diagnosis. you literally cannot get the help you need w/out a diagnosis. mental health affects you in all aspects of your life, not just school. so many students cannot go to therapists or psychiatrists and rely on school resources. furthermore, my education is impacted by my issues - how can i get work done when the loud classroom make me want to scream? but the school and my parents dont know this, yet refuse to let me advocate for myself. 

no one wants to have a certain diagnosis, you need it to get help. my psychiatrist has said he is 99% i have asd, however he cannot give me a diagnosis, and my school refuses to test me because i’m “too good a student” and i’m slowly dying. 

also im not a good student. i have an e in math, a d in government, i failed engineering bc the class was so god damn loud and anxiety creating. my education is impaacted.

when it comes down to it, to be honest, so much of this has to do with the stigma regarding mental health in general, and especially regarding autism. people are so scared to have an autsitic kid - i’m 15 years old, if you can love me w/out the diagnosis, you can love me with it. i’m the same kid. My mother grew up with an autistic brother yet she still wouldnt want an autistic child. schools assume that an autistic student cant be functioning without special classes and a helper and a bunch of accomadations - some people need that, others don’t. it doesnt matter b/c everyone is entitled to the resources neccessary to thrive, and everyine should be treated fairly. 

im a kid who grew up non verbal, ive had social skills drilled into my head by therapists bc i apparently “didnt have them”. up until this year i had good grades, i flew under the radar and suffered, and when i finally reach out for help, everyone is refusing it because they think i’ve already gotten enough. 

[yourkittywilde]

only love can hurt like this

TAGGING  → @yourkittywilde & @sammynolanh

TIME FRAME  → 7th May

LOCATION  → Sammy & Kitty’s apartment, LA. 

WARNINGS  →  infertility, emetophobia, alcohol

NOTES  →  sammy has news, kitty doesn’t take it well. 

sammy

Nervous didn't even begin to describe how Sammy was feeling. He was terrified... Of kitty's reaction of the results.  it had been the only thing on his mind since Sunday and Sammy knew that Kitty could sense he might have been a little off in the morning but he just had to find the right way to tell her. Not that he had actually found the right way but he couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't keep this from her. He poured himself a glass of wine to take off the edge, getting another for Kitty for when she got home. He realy hoped she would take it okay. He didn't want this to come inbetween them

kitty

Getting a text message from anyone saying “we need to talk” or anything along those lines is daunting, but it left a sick feeling in her stomach coming from Sammy. Ever since he’s gotten back from New York he’s been acting weird, and she was sure he was about to tell her he was moving back — he already had an apartment. She greets the puppy as soon as she comes through the door, though it was probably more the other way round. “Hey... Sammy?” she calls out, walking into the living room to see her fiancé. “I’m home. Obviously.”

sammy

Sammy looks up at his fiance with a small smile. "Hey, Babe... How was your day? Can I get you a glass of wine?" He asked as he stood to greet her and kiss her cheek. He mainly wanted her to know that it was nothing bad between them and that they were okay, on his part anyway. He turned back and poured her some wine, handing her the glass and then bringing her to the couch. He was extremely nervous and she could tell. He didn't where to start or how to start or what to even say. Should he just blurt it out?

kitty

Kitty looks at him skeptically out of the corner of her eyes when he kisses her cheek. He was acting different, she knew him well enough at this point of their relationship to know that much. “Work was work, I re wrote press releases and answered questions about Quinn... Um, sure? Wine is good.” She answeres before following him to the couch. “Can you please just tell me why are you being so weird?”

sammy

Sammy sits next to her, facing her so his knees are touching hers. he doesn't even know where to begin but figures beating around the bush isn't going to help his situation either. He bites his lip and takes a deep breath before grabbing Kitty's hand and holding it tightly. "Please...please don't freak out when I tell you this..." He starts, his breathing getting a bit more shallow. "I, I ugh- I think I have a daughter." He tells her. "I'm almost positive, I'm waiting for the results of the paternity test so I can know for sure... and i just found out on sunday that this was happening, I wanted to tell you sooner, I just wanted to do it in person but I just didn't know how cause I'm like barely wrapping y head around this and I don't know what to do and I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry." He rambled, as he began to hyperventilate a bit.

kitty

“Wh-what?” Kitty stutters a little, trying to comprehend what her fiancé was telling her right now. But that didn’t feel possible. Sammy looked white and maybe kitty should have hugged him or something, but of al the possibilities she went through coming home, this was not one of them. Every part of her being was convincing her this had to be a joke, there was no way Sammy could be a father. But maybe that was just to protect her self.  “That’s insane. You’re a celebrity, desperate woman try and pin rando babies on celebs all the time. I don’t...” she shakes her head and grabs the glass of wine in front of her and takes a large drink of it. “You... how? I mean, how is this person saying you somehow fathered a child. When? Like... do they want money?”

sammy

Sammy pouted, of course Kitty didn't believe him. "You remember when I told you Peyton, Dude's vet, looked familiar?" He asked Kitty, trying to help her make more sense of it. " It was like 4 years ago at some massive frat party, I mean I was only 19 and it was a one night stand and we were both super drunk... It didn't cross my mind until I ran into Peyton on my way to visit Stacy at the hospital and her daughter was with her and she mentioned the party and how she never knew Lexi's dad and it just like jolted memories in me....And god, Lexi looks just like me, Kitty. It's surreal..." He explained. "Peyton doesn't want money or anything from me really but I had to know the truth so I took a paternity test monday morning and I'm just waiting for Pey to text me the results..."

kitty

Kitty felt sick, like the room had suddenly started spinning out of control around her and she was going to be physically be ill. “Four years ago.” She repeating, still not making sense of it all. The fact they weren’t even close to meeting didn’t seem to make a difference to kitty right now. “So there’s still a chance you’re not?” It might have been wrong, but kitty wanted to cling to the hope that he wasn’t for as long as she could. “Pey cute, you’re on a nickname basis already... when do you find out?”

sammy

Sammy bit his lip and nodded "Yes, theres still a chance I'm not." He said, sound a bit disappointed. "But I honestly think she's mine, Kitty..." He spoke softly. "And I know this is hard on you, for you to find this out out of nowhere and because of your situation...I'm sorry, babe." He said, his lip quivering. He really didn't want to loose Kitty but by her current reaction he didn't know if she would even want to be with him anymore. "I-I'm suppose to find out today... tonight. They said 24 hours."

kitty

“Okay.” Kitty drinks down the rest of the wine in her glass. She takes a deep breath, not that it did anything to calm her down. “I don’t know what you want me to say. If you don’t know that it’s your kid I don’t know why we need to have this conversation.” She stands up, suddenly needing to get more wine to get through the night. “Tell me when you know.”

sammy

Sammy huffed  "I told you cause I don't want to keep anything from you." He told her. This wasn't going well, and he could tell that either way this went tings weren't gonna be well. "Do you even want to know? Do you even care?"  Sammy asked as she walked away.  "What's gonna happen if she is mine? What then, Kitty?" He asked sincerely, scared. His phone suddenly going off in the distance. his head moving towards the sound and then back at Kitty. He suddenly didn't want to know.

kitty

“No.” Kitty says sharply. “I don’t want to know... why in God’s name would I want to know something that is going to change both of our lives? Yesterday I thought we were getting married, and today you may be a dad.” She swallows and reaches for the wine bottle, pouring it into the glass. “I don’t know, Sammy. You tell me. What’s gonna happen if she’s yours? What then?”

sammy

Sammy continued to pout. "Because this is important to me." He told her  "Why does this have to change wether we get married or not?  You're being selfish." He said softly. "I don't what's going to happen, Kitty but that doesn't mean I still don't want to continue my life with you. I'm not going to abandon my life with you just because i find out I'm a dad. But if she is my daughter, I want to be a part of her life. Why is that such a bad thing?"

kitty

“You know why it changes things, Sammy.” Kitty takes a couple of deep breathes, wanting this whole situation to disappear. “I can’t believe you’re seriously going to sit me down, tell me that you think you’re a father and then call me selfish because I don’t react the way you want me to? What were you expecting? Was I meant to be throw you a gender reveal?” She sighs. “That’s so not fair.” None of this was fair. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s not even a thing, you don’t even know if she’s your daughter.”

sammy

“It doesn’t have to change anything.” Sammy shook his head. “I don’t think, I know. I’m pretty fucking sure that little girl is my daughter. You take one fucking look at her and it’s like my clone, down to the fucking smile.” He exclaimed. If only Kitty could see her, he’d know she would agree. He walked over to grab his phone, still not looking down at it. He just couldn’t. “I know it’s not fair. None of this is fair. But expected some kind of support, fuck.” He said then looked at his phone, reading the text from Peyton and sitting down on the couch re-reading the text. He was the father. He was right. Fuck, he was right and he wished he was wrong. Aggravated and frustrated he threw his phone across the room. He didn’t know what to tell Kitty.

kitty

"Congratulations. There's a kid out there that looks just like you. I'm so happy for you, Sammy." Kitty replies, not able to hide her sarcasm. Maybe she should have been there for him more right now, but her heart felt like it was shattering and if she took a second to let her guard down she didn't know how she would cope. "Is that enough support for you?" She brought the wine glass to her lips, and gulped it back. Kitty watched as Sammy threw his phone across the room, and her eyebrows furrowed. "What?" She asked looking at the discarded phone on the ground. "You can't... What?"

sammy

He honestly thought Kitty would be more understanding. It’s not that he expected Kitty to be happy for him or anything but he thought maybe she would be more accepting of the situation. Sammy stood from the couch, he needed some air. Cause who knew what would happen when she knew the truth.  “You said you didn’t want to know.” He mumbled before going out the door to go for a walk, leaving his discarded phone in the apartment.

kitty

"That's not fair..." She says quietly, watching him leave. Kitty had never been the type of girl to go through her boyfriend's phone. She valued privacy, and she trusted Sammy. But never has she ever wanted to pick it up and read it as much as she does right now. Her heart feels like it's beating out of her chest, and she needs to know.  Asking her to sit here and wait is just... cruel. "Ugh." She mumbles to herself, leaving the phone where it is and going into the bedroom to try and distract herself from wanting to cry.

sammy

Sammy was only outside in the fresh air for a few minutes before he collected himself and headed back inside. Maybe he was being to harsh on Kitty. I mean she must feel like shit knowing that she could never give Sammy kids and some random person was suddenly the mother of his child. Also kitty didn’t even know for sure. He stepped back into the apartment, looking around for his phone. He found it, the screen a bit cracked from hitting the floor. He sighed and looked around for Kitty, no sign, so he went into the bedroom where he hoped to find her. He saw her in there and took a seat next to her.he couldn’t help but wrap himself around her, his head setting on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. He unlocked his phone and opened up the text, handing the phone over to Kitty so she could read it. “Here.” He said gently.

kitty

Kitty sat cross legged on the bed and  had gone to turn on the tv but just ended up sitting and staring at the same spot on the wall. It might have been wrong to pray this wasn’t a thing, and they could go on with their lives and forget about it... but that’s what she was doing. Anger had always been the emotion she found first, sammy used to know  that — but right now she just felt like she was about to break. She looks up only briefly when her fiancé comes into the room, it felt  like he had been gone forever. Kitty takes the phone from him and reads the messages — Again, and again, and again, and again. she reads them until the words  became too blurry to read through her tears. “Congratulations.” She says, her voice cracking. What do you say when you find out the man you’re supposed to be spending the rest of your life with suddenly has a kid? “I’m...I’m going to be sick.” She confesses, untangling herself from him and running to the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later after brushing her teeth and splashing water on her face.Kitty was stronger than most, but this? This felt impossible to deal with. Sammy had a child running around that looked exactly like him, and that was something kitty was never going to be able to give him. She didn’t know how she could sit on the sidelines for the rest of her life and watch sammy love a part of him that she never would have or know. There would never be a person that resembled the two of them, she was never actually going to be parent. Her body was fucked up — it failed — and she was reminded of that every time she saw a pregnant woman  (it’s why she had been so awful to Stacey) but now  it felt like God was just twisting the knife in her stomach one last time in case she forgot. Sammy had a family now. Hell, even Dude was somehow wrapped up in this.... Kitty was the odd one out, this isn’t her family. “I’m...I’m really sorry. I’m sure you’re going through a lot... but I can’t... I can’t...” she wipes the tears away with hand quickly as she remembers how to breathe. “I can’t be here right now.”

sammy

Sammy didn't know what else to say or do. He sat there and watched as the girl ran to the bathroom, hearing her throwing up, nauseated him a bit, too.  He waited until she was out to stand from the bed and walk up to Kitty, who was clearly distressed. "Hey..." He sighs and goes to wrap his arms around the girl in a tight secure hug. "I-I know its a lot to take in, I know. I'm so sorry. And I know kids were never in your plan... and this must fucking suck for you. I know." He speaks softly, hoping she'd listen. "But for me, this doesn't change how much i love you or want to have a family with you. Cause according to me, we already have a family. You, me and Dude? That's my family. You're my family. And if you decide that a kid is what you want in the future, you know theres option, babe. We could always adopt a baby. A baby that doesn't have a home, that needs us. There's options for us."

kitty

Kitty wants to relax into his embrace, but mostly she just wants to disappear. She pulls away from him and wipes her eyes. “It changes everything.” Whether he wanted to admit it or not. Their life wasn’t going to stay the same after today... it couldn’t. “Dude is yours... it’s all yours.” Kitty knew there were options, but they kinda seemed pointless right now. Why would he possibly want a kid that wasn’t his when he already has one that is? She swallows, knowing she needs to pull herself together. More than that she needed to get out of this apartment before the walls started to cave in further. She needed a drink. “I’m sorry... I should be better... I should be here for you. But I’m not that person.” Maybe that’s why God won’t let her have kids. She moves further away from Sammy and runs a hand through her hair. “You are going to be a great dad.” She says with a broken voice. “But i-I need to leave.”

sammy

Sammy bit his lip as she pulled away. "Not how I feel about us." He reminded her again. and he would keep reminding her.  He knew thing were going to change but it wasn't going to change how he felt about his life with his fiance. He shook his head. "Dude is ours, and we both know that if we had to choose, he would go to you. plus... I'm more of a cat person." He told her, trying to ease the tension. He rubbed her shoulders gently. "It's okay, I'm sorry I freaked out, i know its a lot.. What's going through your mind... please talk to me..." He begged. "We can go, let me go with you..." He pleaded. "I don't want you to be alone like this... We can go anywhere."

kitty

Kitty shook her head,”I can’t....” she was saying that a lot , but it was two words which almost accurately described what she was feeling. “I need to leave. By myself.” She takes a deep breath and turns, not able to look at her fiancé or their dog right now. It all just hurt.  It wasn’t intentional, but it was still there nonetheless. “I’m sorry.” She murmurs, looking at the ground for a second before leaving the room, grabbing her jacket and bag and getting out of the apartment. She needed to clear her head, and maybe drink  until she forgot for the rest of the night.

#para: only love #para: sammy #sammy

[klaudiafmp]

Bob Lazar: Area 51 & Flying Saucers

“ In 1989, physicist Bob Lazar broke the story of Area 51 and the US government's work on alien spacecrafts. He blew the whistle, shocked the world, then went silent - until now. “

Honestly I hated this documentary. I was half asleep for like the first half because the editing was bothering me to the point where I couldn’t focus and I don’t have the attention span to watch a documentary that takes 40 minutes to get to the point. The whole thing starts with obnoxiously edited intro that lasts like 3 minutes on its own so that was an easy skip. Then there was like a 5 minute scene of the director I assume texting people and getting into contact with guys that will later show up in the documentary but at that point do I realy care? I don’t even know what the documentary will be about (except the obvious hinted by the title) I don’t know who Bob Lazar is either so why do I care if he’s texting him. Then the documentary cut to the most boring and monotone Thanos monologue imaginable. That guy sounded more uninterested in what he was doing than me and he was getting paid to narrate that. He also came back at other random points in the documentary and I don’t even know why he’s there. He’s narration serves no purpose and he just shows up randomly questions reality and leaves to come back 20 minutes later. I swear the only reason why they included him was because they wanted to get to a certain amount of time for their documentary. 

Then like 15min into the film it finally gets to this guy. Also it was so irritating because the first few clips of him they hide his identity and then literally show the guy throughout the entire documentary as well as naming it after him. Why did they even bother hiding who he is then, I’m thinking it was probably an older inteview Lazar had that the director of this documentary politely stole for his film but whatever. 

So the whole deal with this guy is that he used to work at area 51, saw 9 UFOs, perhaps saw aliens although it might have been a doll, (guess we’ll never know) and apparently he made an element, or his team did. I literally just watched it but I already don’t remember what it was it was something 15 though. Anyway throughout the whole documentary he’s explaining the same things over and over: ‘I worked at area 51, analysed spaceships, made and element, left and started talking about it’. And then he gets offended that the FBI or the area 51 people don’t aknowledge him or that they say he never worked there.

Right at the start when he first is showed in the documentary in that hidden identity clip a lady asks him if he has any proof for anything that he’s saying. And would you look at that he doesn’t. How typical for that kind of documentary to throw conspiracies everybody literally heard off before and give you no proof whatsoever. But back to what I was saying he had no proof and somewhere in the middle of the film the director asks him what if he experienced an alternate reality or something along the lines of mandela effect, and I swear Lazar got so offended. I was writing notes throughout the documentary to not fall asleep and actually wrote down his exact response: “If you make a statement you have to have evidence for where that statement came from” *cough* *cough* hypocrite.

And this whole thing of goes on and on for more than 90 minutes of Lazar saying stuff, the director and his crew questioning if hes lying or trying to provide proof of what he’s saying and moving onto the next point before anything is made clear. Along the way they inteview Lazars mum which has nothing to do with anything, they interview his wife that doesn’t have a clue about what he’s doing anyway, they add that Thanos man and his phylosophies that also have nothing to do with the overall theme of this documentary.The whole thing is just a mess that gets nowhere. At the end they change the plot to dicovering some man made element (as proof of him working at area 51), a bit earlier to that they provide another ‘proof’ through a plank with needles sticking out that was apparently ‘a device that measures the bones in your hands so that you can enter area 51′ which is just wierd but ok. Lazar also manages to get 10 minutes of screentime to draw and explain the most generic looking UFO ever, and literally the only cool idea that was said in this documentary was that the UFOs unlike depicted in movies actualy fly sideways (I’m thinking kind of Slave 1 style, where they fly up vertically but then turn by 90 degrees when they actually fly somewhere).

In the end the director and the crew ends up believing Lazar’s story with their main reason for trusting him being that he mentioned that he had a SWAT team come to his house before when he revealed the element 15 thing, and later during the production of the documentary the director takes Lazar to an isolated location and questions him and asks for direct answers which Lazar woud’ve given him if that section wasn’t heavily edited out so the viewer find out nothing, and then it cuts to a black screen saying the SWAT team came by Lazar’s house the next day because they didn’t leave their phones when they decided to talk about some highly secretive topics so the ‘government must have been spying on them’. Of course we as viewers didn’t get to see that either but it’s about the believing right? If the director trusts Bob Lazar now why wouldn’t the viewer after literally wasting 1 and a half hour and getting no actuall information or proof out of it.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt9107368/

[indigomasquerade97]

A Shift In Perspective pt1

So... I wrote a thing for the contest @arc852 is running... Hope you like it! 

Mark and Jack were having a fight. Later, neither of them would even remember what had started the disagreement, but both could recall the heated tension between the two friends.

'Look, I understand if-'

'No!' Jack yelled, 'No, you don't. You'll never understand what it's like to live in a world that's too big for you!'

Mark groaned, rubbing at his face in exasperation. They had been yelling at each other for half an hour, and nothing seemed to be getting better. He turned away and strolled towards the front door.

'Where the fook are you going?!' Jack demanded, jogging across the counter to keep the human in his sights.

'Out!' Mark briskly replied, snatching his jacket as he stepped out of the house. He had to get away before he did something he'd regret.

So, he casually walked down the dark street, venting quietly. He'd been out for about an hour, despite the biting cold. He sighed, staring up at the stars above. The street was deserted of life, and it gave him time to think. Jack's words had stung. He knew that, as a human, he'd never truly understand what it was like for his small friend. And he wished he could relate.

Sometimes he wondered just what Jack saw when he looked at him. They were best friends, and they trusted each other. But Jack wasn't as good at hiding his emotions as he thought he was. Mark had noticed how Jack would flinch or freeze when the human moved too quickly, or spoke too loudly. Despite their friendship, Jack still feared him. And Mark just couldn't understand that. The entire time they'd been roommates, he'd never hurt his little friend. He'd been so careful. Had he still not earned any trust? Had he not proven himself trustworthy?

He sighed, kicking a stone into the darkness. Guess I'll never know, he thought. Maybe it was just a Tiny thing; they were skittish by nature, after all.

SNAP!

Mark froze, whipping around towards the noise. There was no one in sight. He suddenly felt exposed under the streetlight, unable to see far into the darkness. He shivered as he began imagining what could be lurking in the darkness. Then the lights began to flicker. The whole scene was reminiscent of a horror movie scene. The lights then switched off completely, leaving the entire world in darkness. Maybe there's just a power malfunction, he reasoned with himself, but it did nothing to ease his beating heart.

Mark whimpered, blinking rapidly to try and adjust to the sudden lack of light. And he could hear a noise in the dark, one he couldn't quite place.

Thoom! Thoom!

What the fuck wazzat?

He didn't get a chance to ponder over the rhythmic sound, as suddenly a sack was thrown over him. He cried out, thrashing about to hit his attacker. But something nudged his legs and he toppled over, laying in the bottom of the rough bag. I'm being kidnapped! He went to struggle, but then the bag was rising. He froze, feeling nauseous at the fast movements.

'L-let me out!' He yelled, squirming in discomfort.

Then something surrounded him, squeezing him. Mark gasped in pain, bones creaking at the strong pressure across his whole body.

'I'd suggest you shut up, human,' A voice boomed threateningly, 'I'd rather not cause damage trying to keep you quiet.'

What is going on? Mark wondered, still squirming some. His captor didn't like that though, and the pressure increased. Mark's vision swam and his chest hurt, then he lost all senses as he passed out.

~

Mark slowly became aware of a pounding rumble echoing in his head. He groaned, his whole body aching, and the hard, cold surface he was laying on did nothing to help. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of this strange place he found himself in. He tried to sit up, but his arms wobbled uncertainly.

'Hey, he's waking up!' A woman's voice said. A gentle hand took his own, easing him into a more comfortable sitting position.

'Ugh... where am I?' He asked, rubbing at his caked closed eyes.  

'I'd like to know myself!'

Mark blinked, looking up at the voice. There were five other people with him, two of them being girls. He blinked in shock when he recognised the grumpy sounding man who'd spoken. For a moment he couldn't believe it, but he was in the same room as the new President, Marshal Creek. He was an effective man of office, and was well liked by the population, but he was also known for his particularly low opinion of Tiny's. Mark didn't like him as a result.

Ignoring the man, he looked around the room. He blinked confusedly. Four metal bars rose up above their heads, with thinner rods between them. They were in a cage. The bars were too close together to squeeze through, but one of the younger boys was making a valiant effort to do so.

'H-how did we get here?' Mark asked, trying to sit up and look out though the bars. His grimaced, placing his hand over his aching ribs. The entire room was dark, though he could faintly see the outline of large boxes in the distance.

'We don't know,' Said the girl who'd helped him up, 'We just woke up here after getting attacked.'

Right, an attack, Mark thought, rubbing at his pounding head. But there was something strange about that scenario. He just couldn't figure out what.

'Did... did anyone actually see their attacker?' Mark finally asked. The others were quiet, trying to think back to it, but they couldn't recall.

Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!

Mark froze, glancing around at the echoing sound. The others had tensed as well, some of them drawing closer to the others for security.

'What is that?' Marshal demanded. But no one had an answer.

Ffwoosh!

Light erupted, causing the captives to temporarily go blind. They groaned, rubbing at their eyes to banish the bright spots that clouded their vision.

'Are the products in good condition?' A voice rumbled loudly.  

'The products were uncooperative at first, but they didn't fight too much,' A second voice answered, sounding quite pleased, 'They will break quickly enough, captain.'

Mark was able to blink away the spots and froze at what he saw. Two beings stood before the cage, looking unmoved by their obvious cowering. The shorter one was a man in casual clothing, holding a pad that he occasionally wrote on. The second man wore a dark suit, skin as cold as the marble it imitated. Dark hair and eyes, he may have been attractive had it not been for the malicious gleam and hard stare he gave off.

Oh, and they both stood over a hundred feet tall!

The darker man leaned forward, glancing at each captive in turn. Those intense dark eyes grew closer and in sharper focus. The girls flinched away at the hard stare, and Mark barely repressed a shiver. The giant man gave a displeased hum.

'This is all you got?' He asked, turning to glance at the shorter giant, 'Our contractors won't be pleased with this.'

'This is merely a sample for the clients, captain,' The man said quickly, 'Once they have instigated a contract, we can begin collecting on a much broader scale.'

'What are you talking about?' Marshal demanded, bashing a fist against a bar to get their attention, 'What do you want with us?'

The two giants regarded him for a moment, then chuckled darkly.

'What else does a bigger, more advanced species do to another that's so small and easy to conquer?'

The others stared at him in confusion, uncomprehending. Then it clicked in Mark's mind.

'Your taking us as pets.' He breathed disbelievingly. The giant raised an eyebrow, cocking his head almost considerately. Almost like he was surprised he had enough sense to deduce the answer himself.

'Precisely.' He said, ignoring the indignant protests from the other humans.

'You can't do that!' Marshal was saying, standing up to glare at the giant, 'That is cruel and inhuman!' The giant's eyes flashed red, and he grinned deviously.

'It's a good thing we're not human then, isn't it, shrimp?' He said darkly.

To prove his point, his hand reached out to open the small door in the cage. The other humans began panicking, trying to get away from the approaching hand. But it wasn't after them. It was instead heading towards Marshal, who was scrambling back to avoid the hand. But he was cornered against the bars, and there was nowhere for him to go.

Then Mark stepped in front of the hand, holding his arms out as a barricade. He didn't really like the guy, but he couldn't stand back and watch him get grabbed like that. Who knew what the somewhat irritated giant would do to him? The hand paused, and the giant cocked his head again.

'Oh? Do we have a hero here?' He purred, an eyebrow raised in interest. Mark gulped, feeling sweat trickle down his neck. But he didn't falter in his stance.

'Don't touch him,' He said, trying to sound calm and confident, 'He hasn't done anything to need to be punished. Just leave him alone... Please.'

The giant looked him over, then the hand shot out. Mark yelped as fingers wrapped around him, dragging him out of the cage. His stomach did flips at the rapid pace, and the tight grip made it hard to breath. Or maybe it was because of his fast breathing. Probably both, really. He gasped, keeping his eyes shut as he was lifted up to the giant's face. He timidly looked up when the movement stopped, meeting those dark eyes. The giant was looking him over almost appraisingly. His other hand came up and traced along Mark's head, down his shoulder, and repeated. Mark shivered at the strange act. The giant tilted his head to the side, and he grinned.

'Raerk,' He cooed, and the other giant straightened, 'The others can go to the clients. But this one is mine... understood?'

Mark was unceremoniously dumped back into the cage, and the giant slammed the door shut behind him before strolling out of the room. The other giant quickly noted the command down as he followed his superior. They didn't bother turning off the lights as they left.

Mark lay sprawled on the ground for a few long moments, trying to re-grasp his bearings. What...? It took a moment for Mark to realise what had actualy happened. He'd been claimed. Like a common animal.

Or, like a Tiny, he thought suddenly.

'T-they can't do this!' One of the girls was sobbing, shaking her head as if she could banish away their predicament.

'We need to find a way out of here!' Marshal was saying, still looking quite pale from almost getting grabbed.

Mark just sat where he was dumped, staring off at nothing as the others began hacking and kicking at the bars to no avail. He felt a thick rush of dread sweep over him, lined with a hint of hopelessness and insignificance he hadn't ever experienced before. Was this how Jack felt when he was at the store, he found himself wondering. He shivered, drawing his legs in close. Oh god... no wonder Jack was so weary around him. That thing had been so large, and so quick. And the mere presence of it was enough to make him feel small and helpless. Vulnerable.

It was not a feeling he appreciated.

To be continued...

#giant/tiny #contest #contest entry #gtjsefanclub #markiplier #jacksepticeye #tiny!verse

[boqvistsbabe]

storytime (kind of) mother frickers

so i like this guy. this guy that is literally my best guy friend and i have known him for three years, almost four. and like every single other guy i have liked i knew around the time when i met them that i was probably gonna like them at some point. so yeah whatever i liked them now i don’t. i didn’t like anyone for the longest time and then randomly i like started feeling like i like this guy (my friend) lets call him uh Adam (tbh that is just about as far from his name as you could get lol) and like this hit me out of nowhere. because like basically when we met we friend-zoned each other without having to do so, which makes no sense whatsoever but who cares. and like this whole idea of this started last school year when his cousin randomly walked into the classroom i was staying in after school to work on memorization for some things and it was near Valentine’s Day and he was like anyone wanna be my cousin’s gf and me, knowing that this is Adam’s cousin said no why and he explained why basically and then that was the start of him calling me literally every single time he saw me Adam’s gf. I denied every single time and this went on for the rest of the year. and like one time on the after school bus Adam’s cousin got on before him and sat down and when Adam walked on to the bus his cousin said that his gf was on the bus and he (and i know that he actually did this bc i looked up right at this getting ready to turn around and yell at his cousin) Adam looked right at me and his cousin said “he even looked dead at you” and then the rest of the busride was his cousin trying to get us together by asking me question (like “do you like guys that can sing” “well duh” “do you like guys with abs” “well duh”) and then he started singin “I Wanna Dance With Somebody for no reason and I finshed the song for him and he said “see look you can sing too you guys would be great together” (and that opens another can of worms that is not in this story) and i said but i really can’t and he was like but you realy can. and during all of this Adam said nothing to either of us. and around a few weeks after that i started liking somebody so i was still like whatever and nothing more happened last year basically. and like then this year came along and i didnt like that other guy anymore and like was really focused on like my friends and shit like that. like then two of his other friends (that im kinda friends with but not really) started like suggesting people that they could set me up with for hoco (the two friends and i have the same bio class together and we sat near each other at the time) and i would decline every single guy and then they said Adam’s name and I was like no we’re friends (because at the time i still didn’t like him) and then the boys proceeded to say stuff like “you do like him” “look you’re blushing” things like that (something they do not realize was that when i get angry or frustrated or whatever i tend to turn red or at least pink) and then one of them threw a ship name for us out there and then it was a thing and like then he proceeded (when i did not answer them anymore) to sit in the empty chair next to me and go “aw please don’t be mad at me I don’t want you mad at me” (i wasn’t that mad and we were all having fun and he was joking) and i proceeded to ignore him and he got closer and said the same thing (also if this had happened about one and a halfish years ago i wouldve been freaking out because i used to like him, a lot) and i said i wasn’t mad and we were fine. until he (when we were going around the room and grading other people’s papers) when i came back to my seat and said something about my paper he was like “oh that’s your paper” and i said “yeah it literally has my name on it” he walks over takes my paper and writes something on it and ten gives me my paper back and he wrote Adam and I’s ship name in marker on my paper. at least i didn’t have to turn that in or i mightve killed him. and so like whatever didn’t like him still just confused on why everybody (including some of my other really close friends) think we should get together. and then like i feel like it was a slow realization of how amazing he is (bc like lemme be honest here he is really sweet and funny and like everything that the others weren’t which sounds cliche but like ugh i just cannot describe how much i wanted the other guys i have liked to be like him)  and like i told two of my other best friends and they think he is nice. and like lately him and i are around each other more and stuff and we talk even more than before and mess with each other and stuff. and then one of my other friends randomly asks me before she leaves the lunchroom if i like him and i say no bc like this is all weird for me and shit and she says okay and walks away even with me asking her why she asked and her not telling me. and then i get my other friend to ask her through text and she wont answer. and the other day he took my hair tie thingy (idk what it is called) one of these: 

after i was messing with it and said that i wasn’t going to get it back. then wears it the rest of the day and cool im not freaking out internally at all. and there is no way people wont connect that it is mine bc it is just one of the clear ones and my hair is blueish at the ends so it died the hair tie thingy and im the only one with that color hair. and then we go on a five day break from school and i find out from my friend why my other friend asked that. and she asked because SHE THOUGHT WE WERE DATING! i obviously am so fine with that even though we aren’t. but i was like why did she think that and my friend was like bc y’all are always together and stuff. and then we get to today and so i find out that he lost the other one and then he took the one i had today (which i am fine with this i have multiple and he asked to make sure it was okay and i said it was he then asked like two more times just to make sure) and then i took his pencil and since i wouldn’t give it back he took my hoodie and put the hood on his head on wore it like that until i gave him his pencil back. and then like there is this thing he can do which is popping the joints closer to the end of your finger and i can’t do that but he did it to my fingers the other day (and as i am typing this i realize how weird it sounds) and now it has become our thing kind of. and like i love it. bc it involves him wrapping his hand around mine. so yeah love it. and then i proceed to mess with him for the rest of the hour. and yeah. and then when i get to lunch later i see him with his friends and like i can see the hair tie thing on his wrist and it brings me so much joy idk why but it does. and then i was talking to my friend and was like idk why people think we are dating and she said that it is because we basically are just not officially. and then i was like what hold the phone and back it up. and like she went over that again and said that quite a few people have thought we were dating in the past and had asked her if Adam and I were dating and she had said no obviously and i was like how do i not know this. and she said bc i never told you and then t=she proceeded to tell me how her herself has shipped him and I for quite a while but did it on the DL and now her and my friend that asked if i liked him are shipping us on the DL and my friend that asked is gonna ask him if he likes me bc he doesnt know how close we are and will be more likely to tell her than me or my other friend. and like i know he is gonna say know and like i want him to say that he does. but like he wont. and even if he does there are some problems like i can’t date yet which like has never been a problem till now, even when i had my 6th grade “boyfriend” my mom didn’t know and i didn’t care bc i was fine with a relationship on the DL with him but Adam is someone i want a real relationship with you know. like i don’t want it hidden. and i want ground rules obviously and my friend said that i could just do what she did and just talk to her mom about it and present the situation very adult like and stuff like she did. which like i can and my mom knows him so it might work. but then there is the fact that he doesn’t like me so it doesn’t matter but like there are signs that point towards him actually liking me but im not that stupid. he has so many female friends that are cooler and prettier and smarter and so just more better than me so like why would he like me. idk what to do. this is like really crazy for me rn and i dont wanna lose my friend so yay.

that was really boring sorry but i needed an outlet and idk what to do but if yall have any advice please tell me

[annakie]

Thoughts on Andromeda, Part Eleven

We’re starting to head into the endgame, but I’ve got at least two more posts planned after this one.

All the planets are done.  Let’s finish up a loyalty mission and try to figure out what happened to the Salarians.

And then uh, the end of this post I ended up diverging into talking about... not specifically the ending but the enemies, both the specific main villain and the species overall.  So really, this post has spoilers if you haven’t finished the game.

One of the things I love about Andromeda is how, more than any other game, I think family is emphasized.  We know about, and get to meet, a family member or close friend of nearly every squadmate, and some of the crew.  Kallo and Suvi could definitely use some development in this area, but even Kallo has his friend we hear about.

And like, in SWTOR (mild spoilers if you haven’t played the last two expansions) my biggest complaint about the overall storyline in KotFE / KotET is that it’s all about someone else’s family but like... where are your personal stakes in this family aside from getting dragged into it and, I mean the fate of the galaxy but.... it’s like you’re the fifth wheel in the entire story and the entire last fight in KotET reminded me of being a teenager at your friend’s house and witnessing their family drama.

In ME:A yeah you’ve got some Ryder Family stuff going on but it’s not the center of the story. There’s enough family in it to feel like family is important to your character, unlike with Shepard who, even a Spacer Shepard’s family felt like an afterthought.  

And Drack’s connection with Kesh was one of my favorite “other family” bits in the game.  Especially when you learn the story of why he raised her.

Speaking of Drack... haha.  

Not just Drack but I really, really loved all the hangout post-loyalty quests with all the companions.  I may have said this already but I thought both the loyalty and post-loyalty hangouts were some of the best moments of the series.

PeeBee’s quest!

My Ryder was like, really forgiving of her companions so even this Annwyl was like “Whatevs, Peebs.  Let’s hope we don’t die.  My super poofy armor will protect me anyway.”

I shot.  Look, I know a toxic person who will continue to be a threat when I see one.  I had to do what was best for my buddy.

Annwyl is definitely the type who will forgive you for harming her, but don’t you dare mess with my friend’s heart, mind and stuff.

I loved the entire aesthetic of this place, I wish the mission would have lasted longer.

The post-mission confession of friendship was so, so great too.  

My one quibble with it, which wasn’t really a quibble but... don’t take Liam and Peebee out together for the first time after this mission because Liam questioning why she’s there and if she’s realy a part of the team goes from kinda “I can see his point” to “super dickish, Liam.  She’s already SAID she’s in for the team and she cares about you all and what’s going on!” 

I just love this pic of the rest of the team.  I also thought this was just a great “team bonding / really feeling like a found family” moment, too, with everyone skipping out on helping Peebee clean up her mess.

So, at this point I checked my game progress.  I’d done every quest I could find on all of the planets.  All of the loyalty missions.  Game completion: 70%.  So basically I think it takes into account story & loyalty missions as completion more than the amount of stuff done as a whole.  

But hey speaking of the little missions, I wanted to talk about the worst kind of mission in ME:A -- the “drive to like five random spawn points of enemies on the map, and hope to find something to click on” quests.  Like, you know “Hey I found a datapad here, now SAM is telling me I need to find four more datapads but there’s no map locations to find them.”  I think I ranted about these before.  They’re so annoying.  And also, some of them are broken.  

I’ve completed the game and have like six things left in my quest log.  One is a known broken quest given by an Angara in the Cultural center.  THREE are these drive-around quests.  For all of them, I’m pretty sure either I completed them or at least the drive-around part, and they’re still in my questlog. I wasted 2 or 3 hours one day doing nothing but following youtube playthroughs where people showed where they found the spawnpoints for these items, and checked every one of them, sometimes twice.  Nope, nothing there.  Can’t turn the quest in anywhere.   I really wanted to get 100% and I don’t think I can on this save file now. =\

Often when you DO find the 5 spawnpoints the ending quest is kinda neat, but its really not worth it, it feels like, for many of them.

I think these are the quests that are getting ignored in future playthroughs, unless they fix them and make the stuff less annoying to find.

Another dynamic thing that I liked was little things like stopping by to see who’s in prison.  There were several different people with interesting reasons for being there.

I was really happy to find the Salarains again, and another thing I liked is that... all of the species, except for how some people treated the Krogan, felt like a community in this game.  The cultural center was clearly overblown with talking about how peaceful and well everyone got along in the Milky Way, but at the same time it did feel like things were somewhat less segmented in this game.  Everyone’s relief at finding the other species was nice.  

Game bugged and my helmet stayed on through this entire sequence. That was annoying.  

So yeah let’s talk about the Archon.

*yawn*

What? Oh.  Right.

Look, I don’t know if I need another playthrough of the game to “get” the Archon or what.  What I understand is that he’s part of a larger empire of Kett.  But then he went and got obsessed with Remnant tech and now some of the other Kett are mad at him for not doing his job and getting sidetracked with Remnant stuff? Is that right?  

I just really thought that the Archon and the Kett were the weakest part of the game.  At the end of ME1 we had some clear adversaries with some fairly clear motivations.  And I’m jumping ahead here a bit but I figure if you’re reading this far you’re at or near done. But you had Saren and the Geth, indoctrinated and working for The Reapers, who were ancient machines hellbent on tearing down civilization because That’s Just What They Do.  We weren’t sure if they were evil or just machine-like.  No idea where they came from, but we understood them and their overall motivations, and a lot of details were missing, but we got the general gist.  

Okay here’s a good way to explain it.  The first time I played through ME1 I didn’t understand really who Saren was or what he was doing for a long time, and that was fine, it was a mystery to be solved!  But by the end of the game I understood him.  Still didn’t LIKE him, you weren’t supposed to, but I got him.  The second time through ME1 seeing things like him ordering to blow up the beacon on Eden Prime, his whole conversation and freakout with Benezia, lying to the council and making fun of your “dreams”, I got it.  Everything Saren did had a clear motivation that was easily understandable and easy to piece together that came together by the time he died, and unlocked many little “OH!” moments your second time through.

I didn’t feel like that at all with the Archon.   I don’t expect there to be many of those “Oh!” moments as I continue playing through ME:A a second time.  

And when Saren dies, still, you don’t like him, but you can have empathy there.  I didn’t feel any of that with the Archon.

Maybe I missed something.  Maybe I missed a lot, but... I don’t have that same feeling of “getting it” with the Kett, nor the Remnant.  I’m way more ok with not getting the Remnant at this point.  Obviously, this is the first game in what would hopefully be a trilogy, so we’re not going to get all the answers, there’s a lot of setup involved, but I just think that the Kett’s motivations and overall story should be a lot more clear than they are.  

The Archon felt like a shitty villain.  He didn’t feel like a Saren, or a Soverign... just some generic dude messing with our shit for unknown reasons beyond “I like Remnant stuff, and I was here first.”  

Way back in post three in this series, I wrote:

When I was watching this scene (the first time you see the Kett at the end of Habitat Seven) I thought “Someday, I’m going to play through the game a second or tenth time and finally care about this scene and understand its motivations.”  Right now it felt like a generic baddie reveal, there to put forth even more questions.

I mean, yep to that, and now I’ve re-played through that scene on my new game+ and I do understand it’s generic motivations now, but it didn’t give me that same sense of “Oh!” or “Oh man this is so cool knowing what I know now!” like I thought it would.

I mean, let’s be real.  Harbinger was a more well-developed and scary character than the Archon.  And that’s saying something.

This was the part that made me grit my teeth the most, though.

Oh, genetic experiments you say?  Mutating species to fit into your mold to exploit against us you say? Wow, how original.  Nobody had ever thought of that before, especially not in the previous Mass Effect game.

Look, I could roll with it when we found out that the Kett actually were mutated Angara.  I just honestly couldn’t believe that like, literally ME2 was all about kidnapping people (like the Kett kidnap the Angara) to build your army.  We were shocked when the Collectors were the Protheans.  I wasn’t shocked much at all to learn the Kett = the Angarans.  I’d had the thought a couple of times before we found out, in fact.

So then, in ME3 most of what you fought was genetic mutations of yourself and your fellow alien species. And now the Kett are... kidnapping and genetically mutating the Milky Way species?  Did anyone who made this game like, play ME2 and ME3?  Did we travel 600 years into the future to live out basically the same war Shepard did in ME3?

I really, really hope that there’s some big... actual surprise waiting for us in Andromeda 2.  Because I mean... this was kind of bullshit?  I can see it being terrifying and now for Ryder and team.  But for us, the players?  C’mon.  Is the creative well so dry for new enemies that we’re going to just re-design the species we already have a second time?

We’ve got the mysterious ancient species who are no longer around (Prothean/Remnant) and the big threat to the galaxy who kidnaps sentient species to turn them against us. (Reapers/Kett).  I mean, if you think about it, so far there’s not even any reason to think reapers might actually be in Andromeda.  (I don’t think that’s true, but it’s kind of amusing to think that it’s plausible.)

We wanted to feel like we were in the same universe, not that we might be replaying the same games. :v

Eh.

Sorry to get all super negative here in this post, but one complaint kinda lead into the other.  And yeah, my biggest overall problems with Andromeda are here.  The Archon and the Kett feel very generic and just... kinda.. boring.  And re-hashing forced genetic mutations to make you fight your own former allies.

More positive stuff next time!

#mass effect #andromeda #mass effect andromeda #annakie's mass effect stuff

[nerdylittleshit]

Heck it just occurred to me (hours after the fact) that for the "false love" post in s12, there's one BIG thing Mary still doesn't know-- that she and John were set up by cupids on Heaven's orders, and that everything that happened after that was based on that forced/false love. Was that the reason she even considered leaving hunting? Because she'd been whammied by cupids to fall in love with John? Was everything that went 'wrong' in her life based on a manufactured love?

OMG, I totally forgot about. To my excuse, I have been sick all weekend.

So yeah, we never met Mary before she met John, so it is possible her decision to leave the hunting life was based on her love for John and maybe her fear that he wouldn’t understand that life/support her hunting. Then again she says in 4x03 the worst she can imagine is for her kids to grow up as hunters, the way she did, so I think her desire for a normal was already there before she met John (but with John she had an escape).

I also think that Mary’s decision to live a normal life was what got her killed in a way. We learn from the other special children in season 2 that not every mother died, only those who interrupted YED in the nusery. But I think Mary would have died anyway, even if she didn’t went to look after Sam. For the same reason Jess had to die. YED later tells Sam that the reason he killed her/had her killed was to get Sam back to hunting, to make him the perfect boyking. Mary’s death resulted in Sam growing up as a hunter in the first place, Jess’s death resulted in going back to that life.

Speculation time: if Mary had never stopped hunting and if maybe Henry never died and therefore John became a MoL and that was instead how they met (while still being set up by cupids), maybe YED wouldn’t have a need to kill her. Sam growing up like this (as both a hunter and MoL legacy) would have make the most skilled leader for YED’s demon army/vessel for Lucifer. Or maybe it would have given the Winchester family better resources to avoid the whole mess from the beginning, with Sam never having to be forced to say “yes” to Lucifer because he had no other choice left. Who knows.

I’m not sure the show will ever adress that Mary and John were set up by cupids. I doubt Sam and Dean will tell her. @elizabethrobertajones already wrote about how likely it is they will ever tell her how shitty their childhood with John really was (because his journal doesn’t realy cover that).

I think in some ways, at least where Sam and Dean’s status as vessel and their roles in the apocalypse are concerned, it is how Lucifer!Sam said in 5x04: “We will always end up here”. No matter what Mary would have chosen for her life, supernatural forces would have intervened to make sure everything goes according to plan.

It also parallels Mary a bit to Kelly: if Mary and Jon’s love was false, so is the result of their love, their children. They were made under false assumptions. Kelly’s child, the nephilim, is a product of false love as well. Sam of course, while never being as powerfull as a nephilim, had his own powers as well and was seen as something dark and potentional dangerous, even by his own father (and Gordon even called him the Anti-Christ). Sam had no choice in the matter the same way Kelly’s unborn child has. If Mary = Kelly, than Sam = nephilim (and he was already paralled with Magda in 12x04 and Ellie in 12x05). I think once the MoL know about the nephilim they want to kill it. I also think that Sam, Dean and Cas will by then decide not to kill an innocent child, regardless of its powers. Question is what will Mary do?

(Ugh, this got long and probably incoherent. I’m not sure if I even answered the question. Going to bed now. Have a lovely evening/day)

[rosirinoa]

Last credits Pt. 1

“History?!”

A yell was heard from the office of the Economic and Administrative Sciences Faculty Coordinator. A couple minutes before, a girl with copper-colored hair had entered to speak with the professor about some credits she needed to graduate. Nevertheless, the coordinator’s answer didn’t like her at all.

“Yes, Miss Ral.” Said the Professor “if you take history class this semester, you will be able to graduate this year.”

“But, Mr. Smith… my major is international commerce, and that class isn’t even related to it. Besides, I haven’t study history since high school.”

“I’m aware of that, Miss Ral, but that’s the only choice I can offer you, so you could finish your studies on time.” The girl remained silent and she answered after a moment.

“Aright… I understand. I realy appreciate it.” A tiny smile appeared on her face “but… the class is in another faculty, right?”

“Indeed.” Suddenly, his eyes shone “but the history teacher is a good friend of mine, as well as the Social Sciences Faculty Coordinator, so we won’t have any problems with you taking that class.”

“Well, that’s convenient… alright, then I’ll take it. I suppose the class will start…”

“Next week,” Erwin smiled “at 7 AM sharp. The Professor is extremely punctual.” She nodded and was about to leave the cubicle “oh, and Miss Ral… good luck.”

Petra didn’t know what to make of Erwin’s last words, so she forgot about them after a moment. Nevertheless, during the first five minutes of the class, she remembered her Coordinator’s words very well.

A man with black hair and piercing blue eyes started the class at 7 AM, leaving crystal clear that he wouldn’t let any student in the class room after the stablished hour.

“My name is Levi Ackerman, and I will be your history teacher for this semester. I majored in Economics, have a Master degree in History and I hold a PhD. In Archaeological Sciences, which means I’, completely capable of teaching History class. My office is located in the 3A building, number 117. In case you need academic counseling, you can find me there. That’s all you need to know about me.” He walked in front of the board, with a threatening attitude, despite his short height “I’m going to say this once: anyone who’s not willing to learn history and doesn’t want to be here, can step out of the classroom. This class is only for people who’s interested on the subject. But don’t worry, I’ll give you a passing grade of 7/10.”

There was silence in the room and the students wondered if he was being serious or not, but none of them dared to leave the classroom. The Professor had a smirk at the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying the student’s uncertainty.

“Very well, you don’t have to decide right now. Just don’t come to the next class. But this offer will stand only for these two days. And for the ones who decide to take the class, let me tell you it won’t be an easy one. I expect the best of my students, I will leave assignments every day, research papers, there will a final essay and three exams. We’ve got six months to complete the program, and that’s enough time to study history from the renascence to modern times.”

The professor looked at his pupils, studying them, trying to not have expectations about them, but he knew that, undoubtedly, many of them would chose the easy path and abandon his class.

“Not many people appreciate history, but I can tell you… if you don’t, you will be condemned to repeat it. Hegel said “History in general is therefore the development of Spirit in Time, as Nature is the development of the Idea is Space.” Of course, I don’t expect you to understand this…” he made a pause “this is how you guys will be evaluated…”

And then he took a marker and began to write on the board, while the students took notes. As for Petra, she was perplexed. She’d never had a teacher like this. His attitude seemed arrogant and unreasonable, but she had to admit that, despite his rather short age (he had to be on his early thirties), he appeared to be an expert on his area.

Before finishing the class, Professor Ackerman sat on his chair and took a piece of paper.

“Before you leave, I will take attendance.” He had that smirk on his face again, but this time, Petra could only describe it as evil “I’d like to know how many deserters I’ll have for this class. I might break my own record with this group.”

And then he started to name all of the students in the class, while writing something down on the paper, and then….

“Petra Ral…”

“Here.” She answered solemnly, her eyes meeting his deep blue ones for the first time. Their gazed had met a few times during the class, but he didn’t seem to actually look at her, as if he was looking somewhere else entirely.

“Are you the one from International Commerce?” she nodded “my, my… it will be interesting to have you in this class and get to know a different point of view of history.” He looked down to his paper, writing something “If you decide to stay, that is… I wouldn’t be surprised if someone of the Economic and Administrative Sciences Faculty was incapable of handle so much pressure in a single class.”

Petra didn’t know what to say, but that man just threw her a challenge in her face, and she was more than willing to accept it. From the beginning, she didn’t even consider the possibility of abandon the class, but in that moment, she was determined to get the highest grade and make Levi Ackerman swallow his own words.

 The next day, Petra entered the class room with determination in his eyes. It was 6:50 AM. She sat in one of the empty seats in the center of the room and impatiently waited for the Professor to arrive.

An instant later, he was entering the class room. Apparently, he liked to be in the class room at least a couple minutes before the class started. He didn’t look at the students when he entered, limiting himself to say good morning and sitting in his chair. He checked his cellphone, to read the news and exactly ad 7 AM he stood up and closed the door. This time, he did look at the students.

“well, well,” he counted them “you were 30 yesterday, and there are only 15 of you today. It looks like I broke my personal record after all. I’ve been teaching this class for the past two years, and this is the first time so many students give up...” the he spoke to himself “perhaps, Erwin is right about my methods…” then he went back to his desk to take attendance, and when he got to Petra’s name, he looked at her the same way he did the day before, as if he was studying her with attention.

“Miss Ral, I’m glad you decided to honor us with your presence.” He said sarcastically and wrote something on a paper.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She dared to say and he looked at her again, this time with a serious gesture on his face, but his eyes showed something different, as if they were smiling.

“We’ll see about that.” He continued with the attendance and then he started with the class “does anyone know why the period between 1300 and 1600 is called renascence” there was silence for a moment “goddamnit… you went to high school, right?” they all nodded “so?” the students remained silent and the Professor sighed “Thomas More was right… Men use, if they have an evil turn, to write it in a marble; and whoso doth us a god turn, we write it in dust.”

“It’s because…” a guy with blond hair and a man bun finally spoke “it returns to some ideas and philosophies from ancient Greece and Rome”

“Very well, Erd.” Apparently, he already learnt the names of the students who didn’t abandon the class “It’s called renascence because it brings back elements from ancient Greece and Rome. Pretty much all the forgotten knowledge, discharged because it was surpassed. Of course, medieval scientific knowledge can’t even compare to the one from Greece. But, speaking about renascence is much more than speaking about philosophy and science. Is talking about art, thought abstractions and even politics. We could say humanity lost its center during that period. Suddenly, the earth wasn’t the center of the universe, and thinking didn’t have theology as its center either… I want you to read a few chapters from this book. You can find it in the university library.”

He wrote the name of the book on the board and then continued. Two hours later, the class was over. Levi seemed to change his attitude when he was teaching, as if the obnoxious and arrogant man from the day before was replaced by an entire different person. One who’s passionate about history and sharing knowledge.

What appeared to be a boring and stressful class, began to feel like an excellent way to start the day, or at least that’s how Petra considered it. Besides, Professor Ackerman’s strange fondness for quoting historic characters was rather peculiar.

To be continued...

Author’s notes.

Today’s prompt was history. I’m a history geek, so I anted to rite something cool, which, again ended up in a loger fanfic, so there is the first part. I think this will be aorud 3 or 4 chapters long, so look forward to the rest of it.

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