#lar trek

[ichayalovesyou]

I need to talk about how much I ADORE Star Trek’s 23/24th century Human fashion

I mean it’s ridiculous and so brightly colored and I know part of it was the time it was made (sorta) but like. I love how unapologetically over saturated and/or goth it is at ALL times.

It feels like fast fashion died and “let’s made this article of clothing as innocuous/mass appealing as possible so everyone will buy it” died with it.

The expectations and mass marketing is gone so people really just started leaning into “I’m gonna wear a neon blue and green skin tight tailored turtleneck and NOBODY is gonna say a damn thing”

You know what a quasi-utopia future is to me? Nobody giving a fuck about pattern mixing or wearing shit that’s considered “too much” and what’s considered “conventionally fashionable” is DEAD in the ground. Wear what makes YOU happy!

The best part is everyone (who looks comfortable in their own skin) looks GREAT, genuinely. I love it and wish more people felt comfortable letting themselves wear some crazy shit every now and then.

#even trip Tucker embracing his love of Hawaiian shirts is like #fuck yeah trip get it! #snw absolutely got it with the crop tops and the fishing hat and that one lady in the sparkly long sleeve dress at Starbase 1 #I’ve always had a ‘weird’ sense of fashion #idk if it’s the autism or the gay #but seeing fictional characters #even background ones #wear ridiculous stuff that is occasionally a little out there #makes my heart happy and I’m SUPER here for it #star trek #star trek tos #Star Trek tng #star trek lwd #lower decks #the next generation #Star Trek fashion #fashion #costume design #lar trek

[bobapril]

#lar desouza #star trek deep space 9 #steamboat willie #self-sealing stembolts #nog #ferengi

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#280

"I'm really glad "The Least Dangerous Game" got rid of Boimler's internalized misandry. It was kinda annoying how he dissed other guys in past episodes for not being nerds like him so having him make friends with Lundy and Sherwyns, two guys he didn't really give a chance to before, was really nice to see."

#confession 280 #star-trek-fandom-confessions #star trek #lower decks #brad boimler #lars lundy #ensign sherwyns #episode tag: The Least Dangerous Game

[raurquiz]

#Happybirthday @karenrobinson01 #karenrobinson #actress #Pav #StarTrekDiscovery #narc #SchittsCreek #larsandtherealgirl #prettyhardcases #titans #nurses #morningshowmysteries #AMillionLittleThings #king #TheHandmaidsTale #marykillspeople #forgiveme #ghettalife #startrek57

#happybirthday #karenrobinson #actress #pav #star trek discovery #narc #shittscreek #lars and the real girl #pretty hard cases #titans #nurses #morningshowmysteries #a million little things #king #the handmaid's tale

[thefamilyorbitz]

I know I’m not alone in this sentiment. I want my TV/Movies series to progress but I think they loose their way. #trings #family #quick #ion #oort #aurora #solar #comic #cute #orbitz #happy #draws #scifi #indiecreator #indiecomicbook #indiecomicbookcreator

#family #star trek #alien #comic #art #aurora #comics #cuteness #oort #ion #orbitz #cute #love #friend #tring #trings #chaos #so-lar #ugh #halloween #quick #draws #tv #series

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Leap Of Faith ✩ James Hetfield (18+)

Trepidation seems to add weight to your already boot-laden legs as you slowly make your way through the long line in front of the now crowded venue, the heaviness of anxiety in your chest making you want to retreat with every decelerate inch you trudge forward. The sounds of yelling and the feeling of unknown shoulders and elbows digging their way into your upper and lower back would usually make you feel unsettled and unsafe, but in this instance, it was the complete opposite. It made you feel less alone and more accompanied, and you didn't realize how much you needed the unspecified consolation until you eventually make your way into the cooling air of the quickly filling up concert arena.

You blearily squint as you trek your way past the double doors and clearly overworked staff members, the cowboy hat nestled on the top of your head seemingly now only becoming useful once you fully get inside, the earlier sun still feeling like it's searing its imprint into the bare and now sunburnt skin of your neck and shoulders.

The anticipation from the dozens of thousands of fans around you fill the already heady air and make it feel almost thickened and condensed as you nearly stumble forward in haste for a good spot, hoping to be on an outer side of the crowd in case you needed to make a break for it or hide. You let out a sigh of relief once you see a small pocket of empty space near the edge of the barrier nearest to the front stage steps, and you rapidly duck under a multitude of raised limbs to shuffle over to the limited clearance.

You toss a halfhearted and much too quiet apology over your shoulder as you narrowly miss colliding with an already heavily inebriated fan and lift your perspired hands to encircle them around the cool metal in front of you. You lean your hipbones against the lower part of the barrier to help steady yourself as a thick wave of bombarding and impatient devotees rush their way forward, as the lights on the stage begin to dim and background music begins to play.

Excitement and dread thrum through you and almost mimic the rhythm of the beat booming out of the side speakers, and for a moment, you almost curse yourself for being foolish enough to make your way all the way out here- a handful of towns over to see a group of old friends that most likely won't be able to pick you out of the crowd or care enough to acknowledge you from it. But at the same time, you didn't want to be seen. A good majority of you just wanted to ease the worry in you by seeing them in person, just this once to see if they were actually okay. The juxtaposition of being too afraid to reach out after all that had happened, and yet being brave enough to make the ignorant leap of faith to come and see them live grates through you, and you miss the telltale screams of the fans greeting the members as they make their way out on stage while you're grappling with your thoughts.

You only begin to look up at the stage from the solid ground beneath you once you hear the background music stop, and a familiar voice encapsulate and envelop the attention of not only you, but the thousands of other strangers around you. Your breath is taken away from you once you're able to readjust your eyesight to the bright and automatic lights moving around the center stage, the members closest to you looking so much healthier and better off than when you saw them last. Relief floods through you in an instant, nearly knocking away all of the regret of you coming out here straight away.

Lars beams from his drum set that's located near the back of the stage, and the large smile he wears on his face makes your heart clench in your chest with elation. The last time you had seen him, he was crying in your arms and hesitating to get onto the newer and bigger tour bus that was awaiting him. The words he screams into the microphone as he waves his drumsticks up and around in the air don't seem to fully register with you, as your eyes slide on over to Kirk. Kirk's eyes are wide and all-encompassing as they scour the large and lively arena, gratefulness painted on his facial features as he clutches onto the instrument in his hands. You get a flashback of the two of you lying out on your old rickety couch together and gushing about shared dreams of getting out of town and doing your own things, and a warm flush of pride alights within you as you see how far he has come and how much he's already accomplished. Jason grins out at the crowd, his expression a bit more sheepish and reserved, but still beaming and full of joyous glee. You hadn't known him for very long or spoken to him much before everything had fallen apart and ended, but you knew he was kind and that he worked his ass off to get to where he was today. They all had.

Your eyes seem to shudder to a stop before they could even peer over at the frontman who you used to be closest with. As if the simple sight of seeing him in real life instead of on the front cover of a magazine would crumble you- and your assumption was correct. As soon as you allow yourself to look over at him, an uncomfortable twinge in your middle ricochets and launches against your ribcage as your eyes rest upon him, and you have to forcefully inhale a rough breath to stop yourself from crying on the spot. James still looks the same, except a few years older and with facial hair. But you could recognize those eyes in any crowd and at any given moment. The same eyes that had originally stared through you and asked if you were alright almost six years ago, that fated and drunken night you two had stumbled into each other. Back when Metallica barely even had its name, and they were living in an apartment that was about as stable as a cardboard box in the wind. The same eyes that would crinkle up on the sides when you made him laugh hard enough and took him out to temporarily get away from all of the bullshit life had to offer at the time, with the other boys included and sometimes tagging along. The same eyes that begged you to come with them that day, paired along with the same mouth that never verbally asked you to. You glance away to look at the spot Cliff would usually stand at during the beginning of shows, and you have to close your eyes to steady yourself and push those debilitating thoughts away. He was at peace now, and you were still trying to figure out how to find your own with the loss. You could still hear his soft laughter and high rants and smell his all-surrounding cigarette and herb smoke. He was such a force to be reckoned with. He still is, to you at the very least, and he always will be.

"Are you ready to fucking rock?" James screams into the microphone before him, and the sound of his voice makes you jolt and recenter. You couldn't help but let out a small huff of laughter as the other boys recant the question and scream out their own answers, before immediately jumping into their first song like it was second nature. You watch them with rapt attention, your eyes flickering from each musician on stage, and you felt a familiar sting behind your eyelids as you watched them go. The feeling of bittersweetness is trampled on by an immense proudness, and the dread you felt earlier on soon begins to feel like the excitement that surrounds you. Before you could even wrap your head around it and second guess things, you were jumping with the rest of the crowd, the nape of your neck cracking out a protest as you headbanged in tandem with the men on stage and their fellow fans.

The ground beneath you vibrated and shook you to the core as you bounced up and down, the cowboy hat and elastic in your hair sliding out and off and landing elsewhere as you sang along, your hair landing messily on your reddened and sensitive skin whenever your feet hit the ground. The hands you had wrapped around the barrier in front of you raise and bop with the cacophony of beats ramming their way out of the ginormous speakers around the venue, and you laugh aimlessly as you imitate the drum solo Lars was currently breezing through without missing a single beat.

James' voice reverberates and creates a rough and harmonic sound that feels like it carries everyone's weight in the room, and you couldn't help but attach your gaze to him and hold onto it as he grips the microphone and belts out the lyrics with all of his might. Your hands reach back down to grip onto the metal once again as you gasp for breath, and the lack of oxygen makes you feel high, causing you to lean forward and let out an exhilarated exhalation. You throw your head back and freeze in place as your hair slings back to smack against the top of your spine, and your eyes unintentionally latch onto Jason's. Blue, wide eyes stare back down at you in shock, and he lets out a startled curse as his calloused fingertip stutters on a guitar string. You both wince harshly as the sound cries out in opposition to the original sounding note and the song they were currently performing. Kirk looks over at him in confusion, before following his line of sight and halting all of his movements. His eyes begin to water as soon as he recognizes you, which is immediately. The excitement and enjoyment you felt only moments before turns back into dread as you see a heartbroken expression replace his earlier shock, and you quickly push yourself away from the barricade and look over your shoulder to see if you could still exit as easily as you thought you could have earlier. Jason quickly catches on to what you're trying to do, and he shakes his head in disbelief before falling back into synch with their drummer and frontman, who were still blissfully unaware about what was currently going on. The bassist takes one look over at his downtrodden friend and bandmate and decides that he has to at least try to get you all back together once again, somehow.

Jason clenches his jaw as he watches you try to find an escape, before motioning down at the dutiful security guard closest to him and nodding his head towards you. The bassist flicks his chin in the direction of the staircase nearest to where you're stood and sends the curious guard a wink. Jason walks back to his original place on stage and grins to himself as he keeps watch on the now understanding and on-board security guard making his way on over to your trembling form.

Your eyes widen as you see a tall and unknown muscular man make his way over to you, and you take a large step back as his shirt comes into view. "I'm going to need you to come with me, miss," the man tries to yell out to you coherently, his face settling into a grimace as he tries to beckon you forward and presses his ribs into the barricade. "Someone in the band would like to talk to you, so just give me your hand and I'll lift you over the barrier." You quickly go to shake your head and reject his offer, but as you try to take another step backwards and make a left for your original exit, you realize that it's now blocked with another growing pit of shoving fans trying to get a better and clearer view of the stage.

You run your hand through your hair and tug against the roots as you admit defeat, closing your eyes momentarily to ready yourself for the upcoming lift and the possibility of being fully exposed to the entirety of the band. You shakily grab ahold of the security guard's hand as he holds it out for you so he can use the leverage to tug you closer, and you place your weight on your front to make it easier for him to lift you up by your waist and over the metal bars. You make overwrought eye contact with Jason as you're placed over and on to their walkway that's about a handful of feet closer to the stage, and you quickly look away as he sends you a second glance full of worry and guilt.

"I don't know what's going on, but if you need me to escort you through the back and into the second level of the parking lot, I can do that for you. I might be working for them for the next few nights, but it isn't going to sit well with me knowing that I'm coercing you into being around a group of famous men with a look on your face like that."

You peer up at the slightly greying male with the uneasy and hesitant look on his face, and you send him what you hope looks like a small and placating smile. You go to speak and reassure the man but pause as a voice you could never forget calls for the music to stop, and you hear your name being called out from only a few yards away.

Bright and wild blue eyes stare over at you, filled with utter disbelief and pure confusion. A yellow stage light bleeds out on top of his curly mane, propelling the illusion of a halo around his head as the color of his eyes seem to intensify the longer you stare back at him.

Lars slowly stands up from behind his set and walks over to pause next to Kirk, before walking up even closer to the edge of the center stage and squatting down to level eye contact with the security guard still standing next to you, semi-protectively. "Take her backstage and make sure she doesn't leave," he starts, before blinking rapidly and glancing away to catch his bearings. "We've got some catching up to do." Tears spring to your eyes as you watch an array of emotions vary on each of their faces, and you seem to feel nothing but weighed down and at fault for the sudden disappearance of their earlier happiness. The adrenaline that ran through you while you were waiting outside in line is now long gone, and now all you wanted to do was go home and come to terms with the fact that they seem like they've been much happier since you've been gone.

"I don't think that's such a good," you start before you're quickly cut off by James, who's first single word to you in almost two years is, "Please." You hesitantly look over at him and almost flinch at the despondent and lost expression on his face, and you felt like you could do nothing else but agree. You knew that you owed them that much, even if you were the only one that was left behind. They all seem to partially settle down once you nod in agreement, and they all agree to continue and finish their concert before coming backstage to talk to you and make plans.

After you're wished good luck and a good night by the kind security guard, you're left to sit around in their dressing room, the feeling of being left in the wrong room apparent in you as you take in the absence of the usual vodka bottles and empty beer cans you're used to being scattered all over the floor.

✩

"Why do you think she's here?" Lars asks quietly as they make their way down a hidden flight of stairs once they've finished up their concert, the sweat pouring down them causing whatever articles of clothing they still have on to stick to their skin like an uncomfortable second layer. "And why did she look like she was ready to bolt once Newsted got security to pick her out of the crowd?" Kirk inquires, the deep frown on his face a rarity, causing James to lunge forward and yank on the back of his neck playfully until he begins to smile once again.

"She can probably still hear all of you." Jason quips up from behind the anxious trio, pointing at their room's door, which just so happens to be wide open and no more than a handful of feet away. Lars flushes and briefly hesitates before being the first one to walk in, Kirk soon following after him and grabbing onto the backing of his jeans for leverage.

"Why'd you get security to invite her over the barricade?" James asks their bassist once the other two men are further into their dressing room and out of earshot. Jason lets out a tired sigh and walks a few feet away in the opposite direction, before beckoning James to do the same.

"It's been two years since any of you have spoken to her, and she randomly shows up to one of our shows, which just so happens to be the one closest to the town you guys said goodbye to her in. It seems to me like she needs some sort of closure. And after the near year she spent taking care of all of us after I was brought in and you were all still grieving, it felt like the least that I could do. No matter the circumstances," Jason gives his friend a onceover before continuing. "Are you honestly upset with me inviting her, or are you upset that she didn't come willingly and on her own volition? Because with the way we all left her once we had album preparation and had to move because of production, I'd say the only one who has the right to be upset right now is her."

"She never asked to come with us." James says as a weak rebuttal, feeling helpless and out of his element, meanwhile his bandmate seems to understand both sides so easily.

"And you never asked her to. With all of the heavy drinking and the mourning and other substances, what young woman would want to be around that? Especially if all she can do is just stand around and watch the rest of her closest friends suffer," Jason claps his friend on the back comfortingly, before hiking his shirt over his head and groaning in disgust at the sound it makes while he removes it and tosses it into a nearby laundry bag. "She lost someone she loved and considered a brother that night too, and then a year later we all hitched a ride on our new tour bus and neither side reached out to each other, both too scared of what the other would have to say. If you're wondering what she's doing here, she's probably wondering why the hell we aren't in the room with her and the rest of the guys, trying to figure everything out."

"You're right. I'm sorry, man." James murmurs out tiredly, before taking in a deep breath and raising a hand to rub it down his face in defeat. "This all just came out of nowhere. Seeing her look so frazzled and afraid and out of her element just got to me, and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to take all of this in right now. I don't know how to make things right."

"The first thing you can do to make things right is make your way through that door and hear her side, and then you can tell her yours. We don't know why she came out here tonight, but what we all can do is listen."

✩

You lie your head back on the sofa and breathe out a shaky exhale, trying to quietly prepare yourself for the conversations that should have happened years ago. Anxious thoughts run through your mind as footsteps pitter near the doorway and then walk away multiple times, and each time you look over, it's either an arena associate or a disgruntled and irritated looking manager. You let out a discomforted sound before standing up after about an hour or two, the heels of your feet feeling like pins and needles from sitting in place and not moving around for such a long time.

You wring your hands together behind your back and stretch out your tense shoulder blades, taking a break from walking in circles in the too-bright room as a familiar looking piece of string dangles from an overly large duffle bag not too far away from you. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you meekly make your way over to the items before squatting down, making sure not to touch the bag or anything attached to it more than necessary.

Your eyes widen as the bright and unique colors of the friendship fabric bracelets you and James had originally bought for each other years ago come into view as you level your height down to peek at them, your eyebrows furrowing as you realize that he has yours wrapped around his in a double knot. The same fabric bracelet you were told you lost days before they left and moved out of town, over two years ago. Your wrap your left thumb and index finger around it and smile to yourself at the feeling of the soft texture, before nearly jumping in place as a voice carefully speaks up from behind you.

"That's James' bag, has been for the past few years. Refuses to let anyone touch it, because he doesn't want anyone to try and remove the bracelets from each other." Kirk says softly, as if he's afraid that raising his voice might scare you off. Lars watches you intently by his side, his neutral facial expression only wavering when he makes eye contact with you. "He's kept them this entire time? He told me I lost mine before you guys left." Kirk winces at the end of your statement and temporarily looks away before explaining.

"He told you that so he could go back to the store you two bought yours from and see if he could add on any additional colors for the two of us, as a surprise for you. Didn't want to waste the money buying us individual one's, because we couldn't hold on to something if you threw it at us and paid us money to beforehand." You were smiling at the self-deprecation before you could even help it, and the boys share a quick grin at the first look of happiness they've seen on your face since the day before they moved back out to California.

"There aren't any new colors added on, though." You muse, standing back up to your full height and pausing as you turn and see James watching you three from the doorway, a careful look on his face. The frontman pushes himself off of the aged wood and slowly makes his way into the room, Jason soon entering behind him and sending you a soft smile as he does so. You send one back, happy to see him, regardless of the mess he could have just gotten you in.

"By the time we heard about management wanting to move us out of state for higher production and future album releases, it was too late for me to head over and figure it out. Doesn't mean I'd ever forget about something I wanted to do for you. I would never." You look down at your feet as James delicately brushes against you to get over to the nearest sofa, and you hold back a shiver as you watch his hands clench into fists afterwards, as if he was holding himself back from reaching out and holding you.

Lars purposefully clears his throat and nods in the direction of where James is sat, hiding a grin behind a raised hand as you're directed to sit next to him on the small two-seater. You look straight ahead as you make your way over to your old best friend and sit down as far away as you possibly can, the entirety of the left side of your body nearly on top of him despite your best efforts. Jason sends the Dane a knowing look, before lying halfway down on the large loveseat on the other side of the room, letting an audible cheeky laugh reverberate around the soundproof room as Lars and Kirk groan out loud in unison and slump toward the uncomfortable leftover metal chairs.

You frown and go to stand up and offer one of them your seat, before freezing as a large and hot palm slides over to rest against the middle of your thigh to hold you in place. Your throat shudders as you dryly swallow, James' thumb momentarily caressing your bare skin before freezing in place. "Don't. They've been hyperactive little shits since this morning. This can be considered their fifteen-minute timeouts."

"As if you could even last that long." One of them mutters under their breath, causing the entire room to burst out into laughter, the innuendo taking out all four of you at once. You press a hand against your mouth as you hunch over from the force of the abrupt laughter, and you feel lighter than you've felt in months, surrounded by the few people you've ever truly felt at peace with. The silence that follows after slowly causes your smile to slip, but with James' hand still on you and the tenseness in the air gone for now, you decide to be grateful for what you have at the moment and stick with it for as long as you can. You softly speak up, suddenly feeling brave enough to explain your side of the story.

"I didn't forget about you guys," you start, promise. "When I found out that the move was being talked about for over a month before I even heard about it, I was really hurt. You guys moved two days after I found out, and I couldn't even wrap my mind around the fact that I was losing even more people that I care about, because you were already gone by then." Your voice wilts as a tear makes its way down your cheek, and you welcome James' thumb as he lightly brushes it away. Jason silently makes his way over to you, kneeling and then fully sitting down by your feet and taking ahold of your hand that's closest to him.

"But I feel like I lost you guys when I lost Cliff. Afterwards, nothing was the same. I didn't expect it to be, but it seemed like no one else was trying as hard I as was to make things as best as they could be. You guys started drinking heavily and having nightmares that I couldn't take away, no matter how hard I tried to. Jason was treated like shit for months for no reason and because of that he isolated himself, and I was left to hold back your hair every night when you all got sick in rotation from drinking and taking too much than you could handle. By the time things slowly started to settle and grieving our brother didn't feel like pulling teeth, I only had a month with you guys left before the record company wanted you to up and leave. I didn't reach out to speak to any of you, because I was afraid. Afraid that I'd end up getting a call or a letter in the mail telling me that I've lost the rest of you in another wreck, or that one day the letters would stop because you'd eventually forget about me and move on. No one here did anything wrong, and I don't blame anyone for anything that has happened."

You look up and see James watching you with a tender expression on his face, his eyes blinking rapidly as if he was holding back tears. Lars has silent tear tracks running down his now flushed cheeks, and Kirk just looks heartbroken. His face is resting in a trembling hand and his eyes are bright red. Jason squeezes your hand and sends you an unstable smile, silently urging you to continue.

"But I need you all to know that I'm not upset with any of you, I'm just extremely proud. I've been keeping up with your music, and when I saw you all perform, it made me feel alive. Cliff is still with all of us and to see all of the effort and exertion you guys put into making everything as amazing as it was tonight, I know he'd be so damn proud. I came here tonight to see my old best friends kick ass, and to make sure that you lot are as happy as you seem to be. And I can leave here tonight knowing that it's true."

All three of them seem to freeze in place as your last words resound around the room, and James begins to tense up beside you. "You're leaving again? After we make amends and we're good, you're going to just leave?" James asks you, his voice heavy with hurt, and you watch with wide eyes as he hastily removes his hand from you and stands up from the sofa.

"James," you start, before promptly shutting your mouth and making yourself small in the cushions as he glares over at you from where he's stood.

"That was your plan all along, right? Come here, get rid of your guilty conscience, make amends and act like everything is fine, and then leave us here to miss you again. That's fucked. This is all so fucked."

"That isn't true, James and you know it." Lars speaks up, his own voice sounding extremely exhausted and dilapidated. Kirk nods beside him, sitting up straight and trying to refocus as the mood in the room begins to darken again. Jason rests an arm against your kneecap and send his bandmate a sharp and warning look, before letting out a sound of frustration as James storms his way out of the room and down the never-ending hallway. Lars repositions himself in his chair and goes to push himself up, but you gently remove Jason's arm from you and stand up instead, the urge to make sure James is alright too strong for you to ignore.

"It's alright. I'll do it, I'll go check on him. I came here and started this clusterfuck, I might as well clean it up myself." You quickly wave off their worries of you heading off on your own, and you reassure them by writing down their dressing room's number in case you get lost. The second you leave their company and the room, your shoulders immediately lower and tears cling to your eyelashes. You take in a deep breath and stabilize yourself whenever someone sends you a worrisome glance, refusing to allow yourself to break down until you know that he's okay and he's in front of you. You're halfway down the hall and almost close to panicking before a red stairs sign beams its way down to you almost knowingly, and you swiftly press down on the latch and launch yourself up the nearest flight of stairs. The sound of the heels of your boots harshly meeting and smacking against the tile beneath you remind you of the sound of you and James when you'd dance in your old, shared home, and you force yourself to go even faster.

You gasp for air as you clutch onto the railing on top of the highest flight of stairs, before letting out a relieved huff as you find a familiar looking boot left behind to hold the roof's door open. You push the hair away from your now sweat-clad face, and carefully shove the door open wider, making sure that it doesn't fully close behind you and lock you two out.

James lets out a sarcastic sound as he halfheartedly acknowledges you walking over, and you frown at the condescending sound. "I thought you'd be gone already. Have anything else to get off your chest before you make your two-hour drive back home?" You recoil as if you'd been hit, before gritting your teeth and spitting out the first words that come to mind.

"Fuck you."

James freezes in shock before pushing himself off of the roof's railing, his face setting into a deadly glare as he stalks his way over to you. "What did you just say to me?"

"I said, fuck you," you calmly raise your hand before continuing, it quickly becoming a fist as he tries to talk over you. "I was trying to be kind and supportive, because I care about you, I care about all of you. But you know what, you can go and fuck yourself. You weren't the only one who was left behind. I had no one in town and I was left in a four bedroom house, stuck paying the rent by myself while you went on to tour the states we spoke about going to together. I cried, for weeks, terrified that one of you would get hurt out on the road, I couldn't go into your guys' bedrooms until your scents were completely gone, and I had to leave the house behind because I couldn't afford it on my own. So, before you continue to belittle me and talk to me like I'm little to nothing, let me remind you that you had three of my closest friends with you the entire time you felt lonely, meanwhile I was actually the one that had no one and was basically abandoned by everyone I thought I could call my family. You want to feel sorry for yourself and be mad at me because I said I was going to leave once we make amends, then fine, go for it. But don't forget to show me some respect, when all I ever did was be there for you. I never expected anything in return, except for a solid goodbye. And you couldn't even give me that."

You go to storm off, before turning around to face him once again. "And just to let you know, I made myself another friendship bracelet," you kick off a boot and raise your ankle until it's near his eye level. "I added red, because I missed you and it's always been your favorite color." You shake your head in disbelief as he just stands there in shock, his mouth left wide open and his hands grasping at the limited space between you.

"And to think I've been stuck chasing stupid, in love with you this entire time."

✩

The tears you held in for more than long enough finally make their way down your cheeks and eventually down to your neck as you race your way back down to the floor level, to say goodbye to the other guys and make your way back home. You begin to skip steps, ignoring the twinges of pain with every moderate jump you take to speed up as James chases after you, your name sounding pained and guttural every single time he screams it out.

Your chest throbs in pain and your lungs forcibly constrict themselves for air once you finally get to the last flight, refusing to slow for a breather when you know James is only a few steps behind.

You let out a yelp as the first floor door is yanked open from behind you as you hurry your way down the now deserted hallway of the arena, your eyes widening as rough and calloused hands lift you off of the ground from behind and toss you over a wide and broad shoulder.

"Let me down! What the hell is wrong with you?" You yell, gasping out as a large palm smacks against your backside and holds you down in place, the pressure of his hand pushing your pelvic region into his collarbone.

"You know what, you absolute fucking brat? I made a bracelet for you every month for the first year I was away from you, and the guys teased the hell out of me for it. I sleep on the left side of the bed, because I know you prefer the right, and for some dumbass reason I keep it open just in case you decide to come looking for me. I know I left you behind, but I didn't have a god damn choice in the matter. The boys were relying on me to keep my shit together because you weren't able to be there and help me anymore, and every time we toured in the states we spoke about going to together, I was fucking miserable the entire time. I miss you more than I can say and that frustrates me, because I should be able to express my emotions at this point, but I can't because it's you!"

James yanks you off of his shoulder and places you down delicately on the ground in front of him, the difference in between the actions making your head spin, and you grasp onto his bare forearms to steady yourself. You stare up at him in shock as you watch his anger-filled expression break down into absolute anguish in front of you.

"Fuck me because you love me, fine. But fuck you, because I love you too." James brokenly whispers, before descending down and capturing your lips with his. You let out a moan at the feeling of his facial hair roughly colliding with your cupid's bow, and you arch into his touch, opening your mouth for his tongue to slide in as he walks you backwards and towards the wall and picks you up by the backs of your thighs to lean you against it.

James uncaringly yanks your skirt up and ignores your half-muted protests as his fingers press indentions into your already reddening legs. "Tell me you want this," he groans out against you, spit slick lines disconnecting and attaching to both of your chins as his mouth kisses and licks its way down your sunburnt neck. The burn of the roughness of his tongue against the heated flesh causes you to gasp out and clench your legs around his midsection, and he grins against your collarbone as he feels your pussy pulsate against his bare chest. "Never mind, no need."

An amused sounding huff echoes its way down to the two of you, and you wildly blush in mortification as you look over and see the other three guys looking at you with horrified, amused, and slightly appraising looks on their faces. "I hate to break it to you two, but I'm exhausted and currently way too sober at the moment to fully enjoy this beautiful image in front of me. So, if you two could so kindly move the hell out of the way so I can get back to my hotel room and get smacked off my tits and then sleep for twelve hours, I would greatly appreciate it."

James rolls his eyes at his dramatic best friend's words of wisdom, before carefully sliding your skirt back down and placing you back down to stand on your own. You intently stare at the ground beneath you as the rest of the bandmates teasingly congratulate the two of you for getting your shit together, before tossing waves over their shoulders as they hurry on their way out.

Jason looks back and sends you a cheeky grin, and you send him the finger as he tosses his head back, his laughter being silenced by the door slamming shut behind him. You couldn't hold back the grin the encapsulates your face as you watch them run out towards the tour bus, and James smiles himself as you let out a laugh and lean forward to rest your head against his chest.

"What's got you so happy, huh?" James asks against you, entangling his fingers with yours and guiding you back towards their assigned room backwards as he bends down to teasingly lick along the seams of your lips. You place your feet on top of his and cheekily grin against his tongue, before you playfully bite onto it.

"Just glad this guy I've been in love with for the last three years finally got his shit together, it was getting really tiring. Too much waiting around." You tease, letting out a shriek of laughter as he bites into your neck in retaliation, only temporarily letting you go to shut the dressing room's door behind the two of you.

"You know what I heard is really cool about the guy you're into?" James asks, guiding you back until the backs of your knees hit the arm of the two-seat sofa. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down on top of you. "What?" you ask, the breath leaving your lungs as he lifts himself up to trail wet and hot kisses down the front of your body, slowly removing each article of clothing you have on as he makes his way down. You feel a gush of arousal soak the cotton of your underwear before he tugs it down with his grinning and sharp teeth, and you raise your hips to help him out, smiling as he places a gentle kiss to the side of your calf as a silent thanks.

James grins to himself before flipping you over and positioning you onto your knees, listening intently to each sound you make as he licks his way up to your middle, stopping right before he reaches your sex.

"The man's got amazing sound techs that are great at soundproofing dressing room's," he whispers, before roughly sucking on your clit and tangling his tongue in between your sopping wet folds. "Now scream for me."

✩

Your back arches as his sweaty palm guides you upright and into the right position, his calloused fingertips pressing into your lower back as you ride him nice and fast, sweat dripping down your body and landing on his chest in raindrops.

"So fucking good for me, princess. Just give me one more." You hoarsely cry out an inaudible disagreement, causing the man underneath you to coo and slowly stop his rough thrusting into you. You slump against him in exhaustion, every single inch of your skin from the bottom of your kneecaps up to your belly button covered in purple hued love bites, and your clit so swollen and sensitive, your walls spasm around him in a death grip whenever it grazes against James' trimmed and groomed pubic hair and toned stomach.

A warm and damp hand comes up to rub against your scalp, and you sigh out in bliss and close your eyes, before snapping them open as your guided down by your hair in a firm tug to lie down flat against him.

"You've made me wait for so long, and now you aren't going to let me have and get what I've always wanted?" He asks against your earlobe, the sweet and calming tone in his voice a drastic dissimilarity to the grip tightening on your scalp. You open your mouth in a silent gasp and dig your fingernails into the sofa cushions around each side of his head, your eyes nearly crossing and tears streaming down your face as he wraps his free arm around your waist and fucks back into you with reckless abandon.

You can only hold on as best as you possibly can as you allow him to use you, a ragged and wretched cry of a moan hurdling its way out of your chest as you orgasm for the nth time tonight, your legs turning numb and the bottom of your asscheeks beginning to bruise from the power behind his thrusts and his teasing and domineering hands.

The endless tightening around him causes James to grunt out loud and fill you to the brim with him seed, and you fully relax around him once you feel his bottom half reconnect with the ruined sofa underneath him.

James places a delicate kiss to your forehead and curls you into his chest, the rough skin of his palms dancing their way up and down your spine, and you nearly fall asleep within minutes, before tiredly humming out an answer as he begins to speak.

"Hey, doll?" James murmurs against you, absolutely spent himself and hoping to all and any higher power that he remembered to lock the door while he was backing you into the room. "How do you feel about Arkansas?" You grin against his chest and lift your own hand to rest it against the erratic pounding of his heartbeat.

"Anywhere you're going, I'm going." James grins widely, and you feel the comforting scratch of his beard on your skin as his lips stretch and show proof of how incredibly happy he is, in this very moment here, with you.

"Now, that's what I like to hear."

"Oh, fuck you."

#metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield smut #metallica smut #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #kirk hammett #jason newsted #lars ulrich #cliff burton

[minlulua]

illusory maple

Only in a dream can you see him again.

i dont remember writing this. i blacked out and this was on my screen when i came to; spoilers for godheim clarence route!

You’re dreaming again.

You know you are. There’s no other option— but does it really matter when he’s standing there in front of you?

He stands tall next to the throne, back straight and hair pooling at his feet. Eyes surveying the area around him, his expression is neutral as he stays at the front of the Council Hall alone. He looks no different than the day you parted.

People are talking, music is playing but you can’t hear any of it. All your focus is on him. He meets your eyes and his gaze softens. The corners of his lips turn up, the smile almost imperceptible. You can’t tear yourself away from it— you don’t want to. Just a little closer… just a little closer and you can be by his side again. You step forward.

“Goddess, welcome back.”

Alkaid enters your vision. He’s practically radiant, beaming as he extends a drink towards you. The royal palace is not particularly crowded, at least compared to some of the parties held there before. You can clearly make out some familiar faces in the sea of people: Lars dining with a knight, Ayn speaking with a guard, Amelia stuffing her face at the banquet tables.

Alkaid is still waiting in front of you and you take the glass from his hand. The beverage is cool as it slides down your throat, neither too sweet nor too bitter. He takes the empty glass from you as you thank him. Intricate, bright blue robes swaying behind him, Alkaid steps away, either to get a refill or put it aside. Regardless, you take this opportunity to run to the man away from it all.

He waits patiently for you to reach him and catch your breath. You grip his cloak tightly. You can see him. You can touch him. Even if this moment is fiction, he’s here. He calls your name, hand hovering over your wrist.

“You... Why have you come here?”

What can you say at this moment? What can you even do? There are musicians, perhaps you could dance? You tug at his clothes, asking him to join you, but he doesn’t budge. Shaking his head, he gestures out a window.

“Come with me,” he says.

He turns to leave, hair and robes swaying as he walks away. You fall into step beside him. With the stars and moon serving as your light, the two of you meander into the garden. There’s no sign of snow or Glacial Butterflies anywhere. A gentle breeze steals away what little warmth you felt, leaving you shivering. Chill seeps into your body, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the brutal winter Godheim had endured before.

The walk is quiet. Any questions you have die in your throat and neither of you say a word. Grass and fallen leaves crunch underneath your feet as the two of you tread forward. Step by step, you slowly make your way through the garden and out of the palace. The path you take is a familiar one, even if you had only gone down it a few times.

While it’s difficult to make out in the dark, the Magi Tower has lost none of its majesty in this dream. Your companion leads you across the bridge. The cold grows stronger and you hug your clothes closer to yourself. He doesn’t react to the drop in temperature, continuing his trek onward.

He brings you to the courtyard. There, a tree stands tall. Dressed in perpetual autumn hues, red and gold blend together and dance in the wind. He looks back at you briefly before taking a seat at the roots. You sit beside him while the leaves drift down around you.

You find yourself talking about your life since you parted— everyday happenings at school, your cat’s antics, your paintings. He doesn’t interrupt, listening quietly and intently. You steal a few glances at the man next to you, sometimes catching him with his eyes closed as he leans against the tree. Other times, he stares at you tenderly.

Eventually you run out of things to say. For a while, nothing happens. Silence falling once more, the night stretches on. The wind continues to blow. The stars continue to shine. You sit there– with him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he finally says.

Lips pursed in a hesitant smile, clear conflict plays out on his face. One hand cradles yours, as if it were glass that could shatter in an instant. The other cups your cheek, thumb gently brushing under your eye.

They’re cold.

You will yourself to speak. “Clarence… Please don’t go.”

“I’ve already gone.” He shakes his head. “I’m truly honored you want to see me again, but please. Don’t come looking for me.”

His voice is firm. It leaves no room for argument. You reach your hand up to grip his. It grasps at nothing and rests on your cheek. The maple leaves fall and turn to dust in the wind. Tonight, the stars let out their dying breath as the last of their light flickers and fades.

It’s time to wake up. The fantasy is over now.

#hello lovebrush fandom (said with zero rizz) do you like my present #lovebrush chronicles #for all time #clarence clayden #lovebrush chronicles x reader #lbc x reader #.fics

[brachiocephalics]

about me! 💫 [like after read, please]

🌠 my aliases are sunder and marrow! i go by too many names [most notably: doctor, nurse, strangelove, chris, dave, idris, ethel, ruin, miette, seth, divine, tori, brandy]

🌠 she/her & ze/hir, transsexual stone butch lesbian

🌠 mixed afro-latine, brazilian

🌠 18 (august 29th)

🌠 autistic & disabled

🌠 poly & taken by my 4 lovely boyfriends! you can follow three of them here: rajke sacremots & oscar marthammasters & diego rejectfalseicons. we are a package deal :-)

🌠 my best friend is rory dogmotifdean. i am soulbonded to her and love her more than anyone else. follow him as well ❤️‍🩹

🩻 i enjoy sci-fi, horror, surrealism, erotic thrillers, war movies, formulaic TV shows, etc. some of my favourite directors include david cronenberg, lars von trier, dario argento & jesús franco. i don't have a letterboxd, i log all my film reviews in a beat-up notebook i have owned for about 8 years

🩻 some movies to get to know me: M*A*S*H, flesh for frankenstein, the texas chainsaw massacre, the house that jack built, rope (1948), near dark, suspiria, peeping tom, all quiet on the western front (1930), venus in furs, preaching to the perverted, mulholland drive, crash (1996), videodrome, apocalypse now, natural born killers, crimes of the future

🩻 some shows to get to know me: twin peaks, the twilight zone, the x-files, buffy the vampire slayer, doctor who, monty python's flying circus, M*A*S*H, supernatural, house M.D, succession, star trek, midnight mass, dexter, BrBa/BCS

🩻 i am very passionate about music! i am a rivethead, but i enjoy all forms of extreme metal, industrial rock, noise, IDM, hardcore punk, trip-hop & avant-garde, as well as several other genres. my favourite musician of all time is mike patton. i am very interested in all his projects and love talking about him :) 🫂

🩻 some bands/musical artists to get to know me: mr. bungle, faith no more, the alter boys, fantomas, KMFDM, raymond watts/PIG, depeche mode, foetus, godflesh, slint, aphex twin, orbital, atrax morgue, merzbow, lingua ignota, pharmakon, macronympha, nine inch nails/how to destroy angels, snake river conspiracy/mojave phone booth, primus, sepultura, wormrot, total fucking destruction, napalm death, cannibal corpse, crass, ramshackle glory, facada, morbid angel, lydia lunch/big sexy noise, portishead, nação zumbi, lamb, L7, sugarcoma, sonic youth

🩻 i am a medical student & hobby artist, as well as an amateur stage actor! i consider myself a big lover of the arts :)

i am always open to a chat and love it when people send me asks and DMs! thank you so much for reading! i hope we hit it off 🤞🏽

#disasterpiece.txt #personal #about me

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1 BRACKET LISTINGS

Welcome to Round 1 of the Wasted Woman Poll, the tournament to see which fridged woman deserved better!

Thank you everyone for your patience for Round 1 to begin. Now that the semester is over, I finished the list of match-ups for the Round 1 bracket.

There were 89 contestants for this tournament. Anyone familiar with tournaments knows that it doing a 89-contestant, single-elimination tournament would be annoying. Rather than cutting out 25 contestants to make it a 64-contestant tournament, I opted to use the format of a 64-contestant tournament, just with some of the poll in Round 1 (a majority of them, actually) being three-way polls with a single winner rather than solely two-way polls. So out of the 89 contestants going into Round 1, only 32 will go on to Round 2. Many of the listings in Round 1 will be characters from the same series going against each other, so that the future rounds will be more varied.

The tournament will be split into 4 sets of 8 polls each, with every poll running for a whole link. Below the cut will be the list of match-ups for each set and when the polls will premiere.

If there are any mistakes at all (spelling, if a character appears twice, if the media someone is listed under is incorrect, etc.) please let me know! I did double-check it, but I'm only human so errors do happen.

ROUND 1A (Will be queued to be posted on Tuesday, December 26th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Wen Qing (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Qin Su (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Trisha Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) vs. Madam Lan (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa v3) vs. Kuina Shimotsuki (One Piece) vs. Akane Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph)

Maiya Hisau (Fate/Zero) vs. Four Masamune (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam) vs. Safu (No. 6)

Sherry Polnareff (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders) vs. Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Maria Robotnik (Sonic) vs. Captain Molly (Sonic X)

Serena, Rin, and Ruri Kurosaki (Yu-Gi-Oh!! Arc V) vs. Cyndia Crawford (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters) vs. Amber (Pokemon)

Rachel Bronev (Professor Layton) vs. Anna Irving (Tales of Symphonia) vs. Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)

ROUND 1B (Will be queued to be posted on Thursday, December 28th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Storm (Warriors: Dawn of the Clans) vs. Bumble (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats) vs. Bright Stream (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats)

Spottedleaf (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins) vs. Brindleface (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins)

Sky Young (Arcane: League of Legends) vs. Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) vs. Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Lisa Tepes (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night) vs. Sara Trantoul (Castlevania: Lament of Innocence) vs. Julia Belmont (Castlevania: Nocturne)

Beru Lars (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope) vs. Padme Amidala (Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith) vs. Satine Kryze (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs. Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Bill Potts (Doctor Who) vs. Freya (BBC Merlin) vs. Mary Watson (BBC Sherlock)

Jessica Moore (Supernatural) vs. Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

ROUND 1C (Will be queued to be posted on Saturday, December 30th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) vs. Jenny Calendar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Amber Volakis (House M.D.)

Lady Marian (Robin Hood 2006) vs. Irene Adler (Sherlock Homes: A Game of Shadows) vs. Belle Gold (Once Upon a Time)

Tara Maclay (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Mako Mori (Pacific Rim) vs. Daenerys Targareon (Game of Thrones)

Cordelia Chase (Angel) vs. Darla (Angel) vs. Winifried "Fred" Burkle (Angel)

Julia Johnson (Walker) vs. Andrea Cantillo (Breaking Bad) vs. Lyanna Stark (Game of Thrones)

Kathy Stabler (Law and Order) vs. Joss Carter (Person of Interest) vs. Shannon Diaz (9-1-1)

Eo (Red Rising) vs. Evi Kholin (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Teresa Moreno (Sharpe)

Julia McCullough & Sarah Borden (The Prestige) vs. Rachel Dawes (The Dark Knight)

ROUND 1D (Will be queued to be posted on Monday, January 1st between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Laurel Lance (Arrow) vs. Vanessa Carlysle (Deadpool 2) vs. Eudora Patch (The Umbrella Academy)

Gamora (Avengers: Infinity War) vs. Natalia Romanoff / Black Widow (Avengers: Endgame) vs. Jane Foster (Thor: Love and Thunder)

Magda (X-Men: Apocalypse) vs. Frigga (Thor) vs. May Parker (Spider-Man: No Way Home)

Jean Grey (X-Men comics) vs. Jean Grey (X-Men: The Last Stand)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man comics) vs. Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)

Karen Page (Daredevil comics) vs. Holly Granger / Hawk (Teen Titans comics) vs. Mary-Jo Altman (Young Avengers comics)

Martha Wayne (Batman comics) vs. Sarah Essen Gordon (Batman comics) vs. Stephanie Brown (Batman comics)

Alexandra DeWitt (Green Lantern comics) vs. Sue Dibny (Justice League: Identity Crisis) vs. Lois Lane (Injustice: Gods Among Us)

#wasted women poll #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #round 1

[empress-violetlight]

Who Wore it Better - Blue Aliens edition

Grand Admiral Thrawn (Chiss) - Ahsoka (2023)

Thy'lek Shran (Andorian) - Star Trek: Enterprise (2001)

Now, I'm a huge fan of both franchises. I watched Star Trek since I was a little kid, and I've adored Grand Admiral Thrawn as a character since I first read the Heir to the Empire trilogy as a teenager. Both Jeffrey Combs and Lars Mikkelsen are good actors, who are trying to put their all into their characters.

However, I have to say, it's kind of sad that Star Trek did a MUCH better job with makeup over 20 years ago than Disney is doing now. And this is the series known for its "bumpy forehead" aliens. Yet the Andorians had not only as realistic a blue skintone as they could get, but movable antennae!

Sorry, but it looks like Disney just CG'ed in the makeup, and couldn't even be bothered to make Thrawn's eyes properly glow. I'm pretty sure that even accounting for inflation, the Disney Star Wars shows have budgets Trek can only dream of. And they give us this.

#grand admiral thrawn #thy'lek shran #Chiss #Andorians #Star Trek did it much better

[ichayalovesyou]

Just thinking about how often Kirk and Spock touch…

I think I can count the number of times Spock deliberately touches someone/allows himself to be touched on purpose on only my hands (barring having to be violent on occasion and T’Pring, even then he’s hella robotic with her):

Hitting the dirt with Pike during the ion storm

Mind meld with La’an

Helping Angel with their necklace

Adultery ruse with Chapel

Letting Chapel hug him after Hemmer’s funeral

Mind meld with Pike (alt timeline)

That is literally only six times, barely more than one hand ✋🏻 ☝🏻 only one hand if you don’t count the meld with Pike in the Balance of Timeline!

Then you look at how often Jim & Spock touch?? Where normally Spock makes a point to avoid physical touch whenever possible???

I mean

I don’t know how else to interpret this information as anything other than very fruity 🍒🍓🍎🍉🍑🍊🥭🍋🍌🍐🥝🫐🍇

#like even in tos he tends to strongly avoid being touched… unless it’s Jim #how the hell is this not supposed to be interpreted as some MAJOR mlm vibes? #like how???? #anyway Spirk is canon bi4bi I don’t make the rules #star trek #star trek tos #star trek strange new worlds #spirk #k/s #the premise #spock #James kirk #Jim kirk #lar trek #star trek meta #meta

[mejomonster]

SOME FIC RECS LETS GO

These are the fics I'm currently reading or rereading. <3

Divergence by 13empress: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3327329/chapters/7273328

It is AOS Star Trek, Spirk, time travel and fix it fic and just was so amazing last time I read it.

Rapture by ratbones: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33172045/chapters/82355902

Weilan, Guardian, cyberpunk case fic science fiction mystery. Summary: In the towering neon-lit half-underground metropolis of Dragon City, a cryptic homicide case brings together Dixing Register Department field agent Shen Wei and an unusual detective by the name of Kunlun, who may not be what he seems.

Mismatch by laireshi: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25206172

Weilan, Guardian, secret identity. Summary: Zhao Yunlan goes to Shen Wei's office and runs into the Black-Cloaked Envoy instead. He does his best to convince him not to send Shen Wei back to Dixing.

Void by Alxina and xantissa: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38479816

Love and Redemption, Luohuo Jidu X Yu Sifeng, Summary: What happened in the Demon Citadel when Luohou Jidou realized Yu Sifeng was a lot more injured than he let on. (I'm so happy fic for LaR exists)

The Crimson Lotus by bonibaru: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19983613/

Guardian, Weilan, summary: A chance meeting. An unexpected union. A kingdom in turmoil. Secrets run deep in the tumultuous land of Haixing - but none more deeply than those between crown prince Zhao Yunlan and his mysterious new husband from Dixing.

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by ancient_moonshine: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33438478/chapters/83065069

Guardian, weilan, organized crime au, dark. Summary: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33438478/chapters/83065069

Who Wants to Live Forever by The_Marron: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38704245

Guardian, weilan, enemies to lovers historical au. Summary: Shen Wei hates the highly-favoured General of the North. He’s reckless, unorthodox and unruly, he disregards almost everything Shen Wei knows about conducting battles, and yet he returns triumphant every single time, his signature cocky smile firmly on his face. Shen Wei hates that he is so competent, hates that he is so unlike Kunlun, his predecessor. He hates how much he yearns for his return every time Zhao Yunlan goes away.

To bind a tiger and subdue a lion by Humanlighthouse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30487530/

Pingxie, dmbj, Summary: While rescuing his shady uncle, young antiquarian Wu Xie somehow finds himself bound to a man of mystery by an even more mysterious set of jewelry. Much like his efforts to discover the man's identity, every step Wu Xie takes to unbind himself from him seems to have the opposite effect from the one intended, but does he really mind?

Into the Woods by killerandhealerqueen: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38655996/chapters/96639642

Killer and Healer, alternate universe fantasy historical. Summary: It was a calm and peaceful night as a tall young man dressed in black robes, with light skin, brown eyes, and long dark brown hair pulled up in a half-up, half-down, the half-up part of the ponytail adorned with four braids while four smaller braids framed his face, walked through the forest that surrounded the kingdom, basket in hand as he was out collecting ingredients for his latest potion. As he walked through the forest, enjoying the crisp night air that caressed his face, a scream suddenly echoed throughout the forest, an explosion following shortly afterwards. At the scream, the young man paused and looked around, a frown of confusion on his face.

         ‘I thought I was the only one out here at this hour…so who screamed?’

先来后到 ⃒ first come, first served by sarahyyy: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28357530

SVSSS, mobei Jun X Shang qinghua, bridgerton au. Summary: “You speak of my engagement to Gongyi Xiao,” Shang Qinghua says. He’s quiet today. Distant. “The banns will no doubt be read this coming Sunday.”

Mobei Jun’s chest tightens. His fingers curl into fists. “Why?”

“He proposed, Your Grace,” Shang Qinghua says mildly. “There seemed to be no other offers forthcoming, and he is an acceptable match.”

“I came back, didn’t I?” Mobei Jun asks, hoarse.

(Or, the Bridgerton-inspired AU nobody asked for.)

Reweave Our Lives by starandrea: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20511506/chapters/48679718

Guardian, weilan, post canon fix it fic. (One of my favorite post canon stories) Summary: After the Hallows restore the Guardian, they bring back the Envoy and the Enemy as well. Zhao Yunlan will do anything for Shen Wei, but he has to accept that there is no Shen Wei without Ye Zun: not now, and maybe not ever.

Deal with me by amiyade: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38888196/chapters/97249488

Heihua, dmbj, merman au. Summary: He didn’t leave home with the intention to buy an at least two metre long octopus-man, but apparently that was his life at the moment.

Xie Yuchen makes the purchase of his life and gets so much more than he bargained for.

Maybe you just don't understand the brain of an ancient alien by Hyde_DualDomination: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45424996/chapters/114289978

Guardian X The Lost Tomb (dmbj) crossover. Summary: The fact was simple: Wu Xie, the antique shop owner, had been a good friend of Shen Wei for a while - how it had happened was a long and ridiculous story, which Zhao Yunlan had heard five times and had stopped trying to understand, - and he was one of the few people who had always known that Shen Wei was Dixingren. And it was Wu Xie who Shen Wei had chosen to ask for help in his severe case of inability to confess his love - even if that love was something ridiculously explicit at that point.

The Gate of Memory by Destina: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2659442

Merthur, Merlin, post canon reincarnation fix it fic, this was recommended to me and thank you so much for it! Summary: Merlin forgets to remember, until the time comes to remember once again.

*Deeper Water by Alxina: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46632835/chapters/117440221

Silent Reading, Fei Du X Luo Wenzhou, I LOVE THIS FIC, character study, canon compliant. Alxina writes amazing Silent Reading fics <3 Summary: Luo Wenzhou has several headaches in his life, and one of them is called Fei Du.

When he gets called into Chengguang Mansion to pick up Fei Du on his request, Luo Wenzhou has no idea what to expect. He now knows better than to walk in with expectations where Fei Du is concerned. However, this time Luo Wenzhou finds himself in deeper water, because apparently, nothing is what it seems.

Least of all, Fei Du.

~What Makes Monsters Stop Devouring by softcorevulcan (me): https://archiveofourown.org/works/21072317/chapters/50130563

Guardian, Weilan, Ye Zun X Kunlun, post canon fix it fic, Ye Old Haixing, dark, angst with a happy ending, time travel. (Yeah I'm reccing my fic lol). Summary: Zhao Yunlan is brought back to life. Then he is brought back in time 10,000 years, to a version of the past that is different from the one he experienced the first time. And Shen Wei is alive and okay, but it’s not clear if that means everything Zhao Yunlan hopes it does. Also, Ye Zun is there. And Kunlun never died.

Or: Shen Wei and Ye Zun did end up okay, together, after they died, after Shen Wei promised to be with Zhao Yunlan again. This is the story of them all finding their way to that better ending.

#rec list #recs #fanfic #fanfiction #guardian #dmbj #weilan #silent reading #luofei #pingxie #heihua #merthur #merlin #spirk #star trek #SO TURNS OUT I HAVE LIKE 40 AO3 FICS OPEN SO. this is not the only recs ive got. just the first ones o3o

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#461

"Lars Lundy and Amina Ramsey are the hottest human characters of Lower Decks, not just in looks but also voice and personality as well."

#confession 461 #star-trek-fandom-confessions #star trek #lower decks #lars lundy #amina ramsey

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Blissful nights

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<< part 1

Requested by: @alexaaahh

Pairing: Obiwan x reader

Contents: He follows his vision to the house he keeps seeing in his dreams

Warnings: none. As mentioned I wanted this to be really sweet 💖

Word count: 3000

Tag: @actuallyanita

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He saw it again. A house. The very same he had been getting in recurring dreams. It woke him up softly with a feeling that made him miss the mental respite he received through these dreams. It took different forms everyday. Some days he would dream of the garden, while in most others he dreamt of a bedroom. He would always wake up in this foreign room and the windows would be open to let in morning light. It felt calm and serene. His current life lacked both those qualities that he had forgotten how it felt to be at peace.

The cave surrounded him like a prison, one he put himself in. He didn’t have the energy to deal with these thoughts today, he had to show up for work. His feet felt the rough warm soil beneath, his hand felt dry and he knew he had lost the glow of his youth. He felt foreign in this body, his face looked nothing like how he had once been and so he didn’t have any mirrors or look at himself in reflections. His fingers pushed away his long lock that fell over his forehead, his shoulder and lower back ached, he wasn’t used to doing manual labour. If he was being honest, he wasn’t used to any of this. He missed home or atleast the place that had once been. He missed the feeling of his lightsaber in his hands. He missed his suite and the library and-

He stopped.

There were a set of thoughts that he deemed to be off limits. Thoughts that would break him apart and make him spiral. Anything to do with you, had now become a minefield, so he got up to get dressed. He resorted to distraction when any thought of you popped up in his head, so he was always busy.

The work was dreary, the people were the same and he only received half a day’s credit even though he was here before the two suns had risen. One among the crowd he mindlessly trekked back to his quarters to get ready for his watch over Luke’s residence. He was alive, he had a duty to perform and that was all that mattered. Lost in his thoughts he bumped into someone. “Why won’t you leave us alone?”, he knew who it was upon listening to the sound of the man’s voice. Owen Lars. His tired eyes first noticed the scorn on Owen’s face and then a little figure shuffled near his hips. The boy. He took a step back. He lowered his head slowly to see that Luke was hiding behind his uncle. Owen nodded his head in a way of telling him to make a move on and so he did. But the encounter shook him. The fear of Luke’s face disturbed him.  Was that how everyone saw him? Like a crazy desert fool?

He dropped his stash of food on the table. For a moment it was as though he was seeing himself from the outside. He stole food. He kept watch over a kid to an extent the very same child was terrified of him. He had no friends or family. He had nothing here. It struck him then, he wandered off limits. That was how you would have felt, on the day you chose to leave. The Jedi order could not have given you the life you wanted. But another thought plagued him.

Would you have stayed if he had asked?

You didn’t miss Coruscant much. It had now been reduced into a vague memory. This new life that you had made for yourself suited you best, on the outskirts of town in the middle of a forest in Naboo, you had safely constructed your own world untouched by the tragedies of your past. The wounds in your heart were now sealed. The feelings you had once harboured for him, had vanished. He didn’t linger in your mind. You had even forgotten his face. But ever so often you would think of him, hoping he had survived. There was however one thought that never seemed to die down.

Did he ever think of you?

He held his binoculars close to his eyes, watching Owen and Beru play with Luke. He felt insignificant. Lowering the device, the reality of it hit him, that if he was free to chose a new path, he could. He had a new purpose now. These dreams beckoning him to a different place if it even exists. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to go in search of this place the force was lulling him to. So he rushed off inside with an urgency he had felt only once before, when he ran through the halls before you disappeared from his life. He stuffed his bag with a change of clothes and took all the credits he had earned so far. He needed respite and that was only found in this place that he saw in his mind. He wiggled his fingers into his black gloves and rode his eopie till the station. Following his instinct, he bought a ticket to Naboo and boarded the starship.

Naboo welcomed him with the lush display of greenery that his eyes felt relief from having been caught in the dry arid climate of tatooine. But a fear took root. A fear that he won’t go back. He adjusted the strap of his satchel when he reminded himself that this was just for a day. He will put an end to his misery, have a break and be back to his duties. That once he found the root cause of those dreams he’ll go back to his cave. He walked down a path that led him into the forest, the air smelling sweet with the scent of wild flowers and the sound of a nearby stream calling to him. The water trickled gently making everything around him feel serene, he wanted to sit down and catch his breath. But when looked up, he caught sight of it. The house. It looked the same with overgrown wall climbers and couple trees hiding it from view. A part of him couldn’t believe himself, so when he took the next step he lost his footing and tumbled down into the stream.

The water hit him with a sudden coldness, so he whipped his head out to gasp for breath. He was completely drenched, so was his bag and everything in it. As he waded through, he only wanted to stay in the water a little while. The fresh feeling on his skin, his fingers feeling the rush of the river, he felt rejuvenated. He pushed his hair back and immersed himself. It was then he realized how much he also missed his showers back home. He got out the water and laid on his back. He kept thinking of home like a place he could return to. But in truth it was lost and he had not made peace with that. So he looked at this little hidden villa again. Whatever that was in it, could be the answer. The key to him feeling whole again. So he dragged himself up the slope and walked, his boots squeezing out water with every step. He got to the front door, his bag and clothes dripping wet. The doorbell was an inch away and all he had to do was ring it. He hesitated.

Would this really solve all his problems?

He had to know, so he rang the bell.

You hardly got visitors so it was even more unusual for someone to ring your doorbell at this time of day. You wiped your hands on your apron, having completed your final touch to the strawberry shortcake you had baked with strawberries from your own backyard. Pulling your dress in place you dusted your hands before opening the door.

“Yes.”, you answered and swung the door opened. A man stood on your doormat dripping wet, his long hair pushed back and his eyes going wide with surprise. The blue of his eyes, the red flush in his cheeks, within a second you recognized him. Time had not changed him at all. You held onto the doorframe to hide the nervous shiver and to make sure you wouldn’t fall to the ground. “Obi wan, what are you doing here?”, you gasped. “I don’t know.”, he responded looking as stunned as you were. He was beginning to shiver in the way his bottom lip quivered so you invited him in and he walked into your space like an old ghost. Anywhere he walked, he dripped fresh water splotches in the same way your heart now had decided to wake up and beat for him. Even after all these years all the love you had once put away rushed back in and now, now he needed warm clothes so you went into your room to get him any sort of dry clothes for the time being.

He watched you buzz about from room to room as he stood in the middle of the hall rendering your carpet wet with his presence. This had not solved anything, except it only broke him further. The air was tense and he didn’t know what to do to ease it. Could he ease it after all these years? But you emerged again and held out a set of warm clothes. “You need to change or you might catch a cold.”, he heard you say and couldn’t bring himself to say anything so he nodded and took the clothes.

When he went away, you placed his bag near the fireplace for it to dry and sat down on your seatee. Your rather peaceful world had now been touched by fire. The ticking of the clock was the only rhythm you could focus on because your heart was haywire. You heard his footsteps as he emerged out slowly. Your farm hand had left a couple of his clothes behind and so now he walked towards you in a ragged pant and patched up shirt. You had seen him in all forms and in each form he still managed to look his absolute best. You look away when you realized you had been staring. “Please have a seat.”, you offered and he sat down on the other end. The clock was ticking again and all that passed between you was silence.

“Leaving the order has done you good.”, he managed to say only to notice it caused the opposite effect. He saw the hurt flicker in your eyes. He dug his fingers into his palms. You were settled now, he was the odd one still harbouring feelings as he sat in your living room wearing your husband’s old clothes. There was so much to say and yet not a beginning in sight. “Your clothes should be dry in a while. Would you like to have something to eat?”, he heard you ask. Maybe this was your attempt to diffuse this awkwardness, so he agreed. You emerged from the kitchen with two plates, upon closer inspection he knew what it was. His favourite. So like he grabbed for the spoon like a mad man. Taking a bite he sunk into the cushions, closing his eyes, he savoured every bit. His eyes popped open when it hit him. “Do you remember that cake store we used to go to? This tastes exactly the same. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed.”, he burst with new found energy and then drew back. He had put his foot in his mouth again.

You watched the sheer glee on his face and your chest tingled with warmth. He grabbed the spoon like he had not seen food for days. The edge of his fingers looked worn out. His hair retained the same lustre but now it was a little darker. But his eyes, they were the same. Now they were looking at yours with a glimmer as he spoke about a forgotten memory. But the moment he spoke, he began to shrink back into his shell, so you stopped him. “Yes, I make it when I miss home.”, you responded to which he gave a tired smile.

When I miss you, you thought.

He didn’t need to know that.

“You look like you’ve been keeping well.”, he said unsure of how you might receive it. But you were radiant or maybe it was that his time in the desert had made his eyes adjust to brighter conditions that with the golden light streaking across your face gave you an ethereal glow. He wasn’t here to cause trouble but as the silence engulfed him, he heard the thoughts that wanted him to be a menace. He wanted to drift closer to you, to see those deep wood brown eyes and run his fingers into your raven black hair in the same way he felt the water rush through. But you were with someone else and so he looked away.

The order was all in the past but you could still feel when someone felt distressed and right now he was distraught. So you approached the elephant in the room. “Obi wan why are you really here?”, you asked and you could feel his eyes on you. “I didn’t know you were here.”, he said and it hurt you. So if he knew, he would not have come. “I needed a break from my duty and I had these visions,” he paused looking around, “ of this house.”, he explained. “The force.”, you looked at him as you answered to which he nodded. “Well now you’re mystery is solved.”, you collected the plate from him and turned to go. “Would you have stayed if I had asked?”, he asked as though he had been reciting it in his head. “That is the mystery that needs to be solved.”, he said softly.

He observed as you turned to meet his gaze again, as you placed the plates on the side table. He saw you take in a deep breath before you answered. “I left the order because I was beginning to have feelings. And instead of wanting to put them away I wanted to embrace it. Now if the person I was having these feelings for, asked me to stay, what would you have done?”, his eyes widened. You had liked him. He was the biggest fool.

“I would have told them sooner.”, he replied and your heart rate shot through the roof. This cannot be happening. You got up to pace the room, then paused to point a shaking finger at him. “And what? Live at an arms distance from you. Not be able to be near you or touch you. Was that the life you dreamed? Can’t you see how miserable it would have been?”, you felt the rush of adrenaline through you. You walked unable to sit down, angry that he showed up after all this time to confess now. You turned to him again. “Are you going to tell me now that you thought of me daily? Don’t pretend like you cared then or now.”, but before you could continue with your rampage you heard him say yes.

“I did.”, he clasped his hands together. “You were the only part of me that kept me sane in the loneliness. That even though I tried not to think of you. I failed.”, he could feel his heart beating for the first time in a while. “I understand your anger now. To be so close and yet so far. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.”, he said. Even in your righteous anger, you were beautiful. Only then he realized he needed to leave. If he stayed a minute longer, he'll fall in love all over again. Thoughts of you will make do.

“I suspect your husband will be back and I would like to return his clothes.”, he got up while your head was swirling. “I’ve lived alone ever since I left.”, you tell him and he pauses. “I see.”, his eyes meet yours again. “I’ve only ever loved you.”, you say it softly but muster the courage to look at him. “I don’t know how to love any one else like I love you.”, you say it and stand your ground as he walks to you.

He didn’t want to leave. Long ago a dream he had, became a nightmare. Now his nightmare had turned into a dream. The house, this place and you. He had it all wrong. “I wanted to tell you the day you left. That you should have taken me with you.”, he admitted it and slowly reached for your hand. “That I would be lonely without you.”, he kissed the end of you fingers. “That if you left, my life wouldn’t make sense.”

You push away a strand of hair from his face and place your cheek on his chest, tucking your head under his neck as his arms wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you so much, like a meadow buried under snow yearns for summer.”, you tell him and he kisses your forehead. “Are you still planning to leave?”, you ask him not wanting this moment to stop. “And miss out on eating strawberry shortcake? Never.”, you feel the laugh that rumbled through him. Somewhere in between all this, it felt like a dream, or a vision. You knew he would come back to you.

He had forgotten what sleep actually felt like. He felt your arm slung over his bare chest as the songbirds sung outside. The window open to let the morning light in. Soft white curtains fluttering with the wind and your warmth keeping the cold at bay. Luke needed to have his childhood and the universe still had time to be saved so he turned and you stirred in your sleep. His slipped his hand over your waist, his fingers tracing your soft skin as he pulled you close. You softly hummed with delight and he knew he finally found peace.

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[thefamilyorbitz]

Run Orbitz Family, Run for your lives! What has he done? This has to be a bad dream! #trings #family #orbitz #ion #oort #aurora #solar #comic #cute #orbitz #halloween #halo-ween #scifi #indiecreator #indiecomicbook #indiecomicbookcreator

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[ashcal99]

Collarbones Chapter Eight Sneak Peek

Here's a very small sneak peek on the beginning of the eighth chapter of Collarbones, obviously spoiler alert ahead. It's not much but its just a tiny bit as a treat for waiting so long. I have about 2.8k words written so far and I'm wanting to make it longer for making you guys wait so long. I have a lot of the dialog done for the chapter, just not the in-betweens yet. This part is mostly done, minus maybe a little bit, but it will give you a little hint as to what will go down in this chapter, so I hope you enjoy this little clip. I'm hoping to have it finished within a day or two.

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“Ready?” She asked, gesturing to the road ahead. Camila nodded, giving a small smile as they started the trek back to where the restaurant was. Luckily, the sun had begun to set, so the heat was no longer an issue as they walked down the quiet street. 

Their shoes thudded against the sidewalk as they walked in silence, a fog starting to settle in around them. They turned, cutting in between two buildings, taking the same route back that they had taken to get there. Suddenly, it became glaringly obvious the stark difference between the alley during the day and at night, and just as suddenly, Camila felt a chill run down her spine. Not the same chill she would get when Jasper touched her, but an eery chill. 

Stood there on the other side of the ally were the group who had passed by at the dress shop, looking much more menacing under this lighting. The group had just spotted them and had turned in their tracks to move towards them. Camila grabbed Bella’s arm, turning back around before swiftly retracing their steps onto the trail they had just taken.

Footsteps echoed throughout the air, the men no doubt following. “Saw you in the dress store.” One of the men called out loudly.

“Hey, where are you running to?” Another yelled. Camila’s heart began to race, hearing the thudding in her ears, breaths becoming shallow and quick. 

Blinking rapidly, trying to calm her heart and her mind as the panic set it, three more men came into view on the other end of the lot. “What up? It’s my girls.” One said, the other three coming in closer. 

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