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mitochondriaandbunnies · 8 months

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This is a re-post/archiving of a twitter thread from Oct 16, 2021, edited slightly for clarity.

Know what I haven't done for a while? Waxed philosophical about Miami Vice.

I'm currently stuck in traffic bad enough that people have turned off their cars and are chilling outside, so here goes.

So we have a houseguest who actually ASKED to be subjected to Vice, and Dan immediately suggested we watch Bushido, because let's face it, he's a Castillo Guy, and the "Vice Squad's Lieutenant is a Weird Weeb" episodes are some of his favorites.

I expressed some hesitation— Bushido is an episode that is very slowly paced (purposefully) and works best when you know the characters and know what the stakes are. We watched it anyway, and it didn't really land the way it should've (although the guest appreciated the Battlestar Galactica connections).

(Traffic cleared. In line for donuts now.) I tried to explain the fact that while Vice is technically an episodic show, it's a precursor to arc based shows in the ways it handles all the characters and their *emotional* arcs— case in point, in Bushido Sonny and Rico both seem *happy.* Castillo earnestly smiles for the first time in the show, and we learn the depths to which duty and honor matter to him (and yet, how much actual RULES really do not— his own code of honor supersedes the law even if he finds ways to pay lip service to it.)

This got me thinking about how Season Two of Miami Vice telegraphs an enormous amount about the characters' eventual arcs and the decisions they'll make throughout the series; practically half of S2 is episodes about Sonny Parallels crashing and burning and how that predicts his own eventual crash. Of course, those are the OBVIOUS things the show tells us about its cast. The thing I find fascinating about S2 is that a LOT of information is broadcast through music and images rather than the script, and Vice expects you to be smart enough to pick up on this and how it will come to fruition later in the series. So much of who Sonny and Rico are isn't spoken, and a lot of the things they say and do later in the series make a lot more sense if you pay attention to music and visual cues early on.

(Gonna drive again, will finish this thought in a bit…)

This, on top of a friend on the Vice Discord asking for a listing of all the music in Vice got me thinking (aloud) about the music in S1&2, and Dan mentioned there were 14 licensed songs in Prodigal Son alone. That reminded me that a few weeks back I'd had a revelation: I had realized something about You Belong to the City, a song specifically written specifically for Vice (I.E., it's a significant piece of music thematically and lyrically), and which plays in Prodigal Son over a sequence of Sonny being distraught in NYC at night.

I wrote about Prodigal Son last year (2020) and didn't mention that sequence at all except to talk about the weird aggressive roller skater who chases Sonny on a darkened road. At the time, I frankly thought it was a song that was chosen for its sound more than its lyrics, because the lyrics don't really fit with what we're seeing on screen.

The song starts playing about halfway through the first Prodigal Son episode, right after Tubbs reunites with Valerie and leaves Sonny alone in a city he doesn't know and doesn't have any connection to. I've mentioned before that I think, as the opener for S2, Prodigal Son is very much about home and belonging. And the thing is: Sonny doesn't belong in New York. The end of the episode confirms that, at least at that point in the series, it isn't really home for Tubbs either.

Sonny's a Southern Boy, most at home on a boat. You could argue there's some kind of ominous irony in the first 1/2 of the chorus:

Cause you belong to the city You belong to the night Living in a river of darkness Beneath the neon light

But it's not objectively TRUE.

When you start picking apart the rest of the lyrics:

You can feel it Starting all over again The moon comes up And the music calls You're getting tired of Staring at the same four walls

It really starts to fall apart. Sonny isn't *tired* of anything, he didn't choose to go out wandering or to be in the city at all, Tubbs just left him alone to be with his ex-girlfriend. This isn't wanderlust, like the song implies, it's aimlessness. The second half of the chorus and the second verse make it clear that this isn't an accident.

You were born in the city Concrete under your feet It's in your moves It's in your blood You're a man of the street

This... isn't a song about Sonny Crockett.

You Belong to the City *is about Rico.*

The second verse says:

When you said goodbye You were on the run Trying to get away From the things you've done Now you're back again And you're feeling strange So much has happened But nothing has changed

These are exactly the circumstances Rico is in in this episode—he's the titular Prodigal Son, returned home after a long time to discover things are in some ways exactly as they were, and yet he doesn't fit anymore. It doesn't describe Sonny— Sonny isn't "back," he didn't leave NY "on the run." Rico did!

So, why, then, is a song about Rico playing when Sonny is wandering the city alone?

Because the idea that Rico *belongs here in NYC* is Sonny's driving fear at this point in the episode. From his perspective, he's been abandoned. He's unmoored. (And I think this is what leaves his guard so far down with Maggie. He is painfully lonely at the best of times throughout the series; alone in NY he's bereft. First port in a storm and all that.) That the episode ends with Take Me Home is a repudiation of that fear—especially considering the more-or-less-overt flirting that occurs when they meet again.

Why is any of this important? Because Vice is a series that often takes Show Don't Tell as far as you can go without becoming French New Wave: Now on TV! I argued last year that Prodigal Son intended for a savvy audience to read Sonny as bisexual; the seemingly incongruous lyrical use of You Belong to the City both confirms that and adds the extra wrinkle that *Tubbs needs to be considered in that equation.*

Which is to say: the first episode of Season Two decides to make a statement about where the season is going, and that statement is that *the relationship between Sonny and Rico is import\ant and vital and that they both have a concept of home that involves each other.* Considering where the rest of the series goes, that makes the eventual unraveling of their relationship as Sonny falls apart just about the closest thing the series has to a full overarching plot.

THEIR PARTNERSHIP IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING, FOLKS

GLENN FREY WROTE A SONG ABOUT IT

(and I'm done)

#miami vice #ricardo tubbs #sonny crockett #i wanted to save this before twitter fully implodes forever because i want to use part of it in an essay later

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blorbocedes · 2 years

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charlos for @vegasgrandprix as tumblr deleted my post for violating community guidelines 😭

Prompt: charlos… perhaps h/c. As long as Charles is baby girl I’d be please

i am so stupid for the longest time I was trying to figure out what h/c is... hair condition, hand cock, hard consent before realizing it was hurt/comfort 😭😭 babygirl + service top for u

"Congratulations, Carlos, you deserve it." Charles had miserably squeaked out, holding on to his duty of sportsmanlike conduct after finishing their post-race summary video. Another race, another Ferrari strategy fuck up; this time Carlos making it on the podium because he had ignored the call to box; and Charles ever the prodigal son got royally fucked over -- what should've been an easy 1-2 became a 3-4.

He was happy about his own result, of course, but for the team as a whole this was becoming a worrying trend. You shouldn't have to be fighting your own team, while going against the Redbulls ahead and Mercedes behind. Carlos was also well aware of his role as Ferrari's second driver; it is to complement and support the first. It seemed the young il-predestinato was having to deal with the tragedy of destiny not announcing before it came. Charles would never know what waiting 7 years for his first win would feel like, and Carlos would never know what the entire weight of Ferrari's hopes and expectations to bring home the crown feels. In a way, they only really had each other. Both middle children, but Charles grew up with brothers; Carlos carried his father's name as the only son; he knew a thing or two about large shoes to fill. Being a second driver meant taking care of Charles fell into his list of duties too.

Charles opened the door when Carlos knocked. He wore misery like a painting, the dejected little mouse.

"Carlos, now is not a good time. I thought you would be out cele--" Charles started saying, wide-eyed and shiny like he'd been crying, but Carlos had already stepped in, closing the door neatly behind him and pulling Charles in for a hug. He has learned that often times, what Charles says and what he needs are not the same.

"You should have been up there with me. You drove brilliantly." Carlos tells him, and he can feel Charles reacting to his words -- makes no escape to leave his embrace.

"No—this is not right, you had a good race, you should be enjoying it, not here." Charles says, while sinking further into Carlos' arms, who rubs circles on his back. Charles, Charles and his need to be a martyr, to say and do and be everything right and still come up short with no fault of his own. There is no question why he is so beloved, from fans to the engineers at Maranello, with shoulders ready to carry the weight of the world.

"Shhh." Carlos shushed him, and Charles did. They were practically the same height, but Charles felt small in his hands; like he could throw him easily if he wanted to. He should come up with a label, "this side up. fragile, handle with care" although Charles wouldn't appreciate the comparison.

"It's not fair." Charles admitted quietly, so quiet that if he had not tucked his chin on his shoulder, by Carlos' ear it would've been eaten up by the air. These the words he could never admit to the world, but here, to Carlos he could. He wrapped his arms around Carlos too, and if anyone made a move they would break apart a million miles away -- instead of this warm contact, heartbeat to heartbeat.

"It's not," Carlos agreed. He told Charles what he tells himself when the inevitable blues catch up to him, finding him unaware. "But you are a Ferrari driver. You are driving your best. And you will race again next week."

He can feel Charles nod against him.

And later, when they're sitting down in the small motorhome -- still in each other's arms and Charles starts rutting against him, Carlos lets him.

#charlos #f1 rpf #my fics #tumblr deleted the first time lmao #the duties of being second driver #my charles is a mouse agenda is going strong

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 1 year

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Here's Your Beer 2.0

Here's Your Beer (Part 1) (written by @myuninterestinglifestory )

Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, Platonic with a capital P Jeff, making out, my shitty writing

WC: 1.1k

You and Gareth had avoided each other for the past few weeks, him staying over at his other friend, Eddie's, house. It had mostly been you and Jeff in the small apartment, relaxing and relishing the other's presence, playing video games and pulling little pranks on each other. The only thing out of place, the only thing that reminded you of Gareth, was his drums in the corner of the room.

You were lounging in your room, listening to a tape and reading a magazine, when the phone rang. You hopped up and went into the living room where Jeff was tweaking strings on his guitar, trying to come up with a new riff for a song.

Picking up the phone, you put on a cheerful voice, "Hello?"

"Jeff, is she there? I need to come by and get--"

"Gareth?"

Gareth was suddenly hesitant, "Jeff?"

"No..."

"God, sorry. Wrong number."

"Gareth, wait." The line suddenly went dead, dial tone sounding in your ear. "What the hell?"

Jeff was concentrating unnaturally hard on his guitar, not curious about the phone for once.

"Jeff."

"Uh... yeah?" He looked guilty, fingers going stiff and the guitar's gentle notes resonating in the room.

"Does Gareth call a lot?"

"Gareth? What? Pfft, no."

"Jeff! Why didn't you tell me? He lives here too, he should be able to come back without calling first."

"He hasn't really lived here for a few weeks..."

You scoffed, "That's his choice, not mine."

"Well, you were the one who told him you liked him, you know..."

"Yes, Jeff, I know. I was there. But--" You stopped dead in the middle of your pacing-- "Am I making him uncomfortable because I told him I liked him?"

Jeff looked at you and shrugged. "I honestly have no clue."

"Liar."

"No, seriously. I don't know."

"Alright. Well, he should be able to come back. I'm not trying to scare him out of the house."

"Yeah."

"Call him and tell him I'm gone!"

"But you're here."

You stared at him. "Yeah, no shit. Call him."

"Alright, okay!" Jeff scooted his chair over to the phone and dialed a number, his fingers clearly experienced with dialling it. "Hey, Gareth, it's Jeff."

You knelt next to him and pressed your ear to the other side of the earpiece.

"Is she gone? God, man, when she picked up, I thought I was going to die." Gareth's voice sounded less full through the phone, maybe a little sad.

"Yeah, she went to work."

"So I can come over?"

"Yeah, you can come over."

"Great, thanks, man. I appreciate it."

"I'm sure you will." Jeff replied, side-eyeing you.

"What?"

"Just talking to myself."

"I'll be there in ten."

---

You were the first thing Gareth saw when he stepped in, your back to the door and you leaned over the counter. His eyes widened and he looked at Jeff, who looked away like he had no idea you were there, wow, when did she get here?

Gareth made to get back out the door, unsuccessful when you turned around.

"Oh, hey, Gareth." You were nonchalant. "Welcome home." You gave him a small smile and his mouth dropped open.

"Yeah..." He trailed off, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

"You back for good or are you going again?"

"Uh. I guess I'm back for good?"

"It's not like we rented out your bunk bed." You teased, padding softly across the living room towards him and pulling him into a tight hug.

Gareth froze then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and relaxed into your embrace. "I missed you. I'm sorry I left."

"I missed you, too." You smiled sweetly, going up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Your smile fell as he stiffened, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright. I'm gonna go get my stuff from Eddie's, I guess."

---

You sprawled on the couch, legs slung across Gareth's lap and Jeff's arm around your shoudlers, a slasher movie playing on the TV. You were doing a horror movie marathon to celebrate the prodigal son's return and you were loving every minute of it.

In between movies, Jeff would get up to replenish the snacks, you would get yet another blanket to add to the growing pile, and Gareth would switch the tapes out and complain about how hot it was under aforementioned blankets but he didn't move away from the pile.

Between Friday the 13th and Friday the 13th Part 2, you got up to get another blanket. Jeff went to the kitchen. Gareth stayed on the couch. When you came back, shaking out the blanket, Gareth had thrown all the blankets onto Jeff's side of the couch.

You laughed. "Hot?"

"I'm melting."

"You don't look like a witch to me."

Gareth chuckled and stretched, then stood.

"Hey, where are you going?" You whined.

"I'm stretching."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, no shit."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Why not?"

Gareth gave you a weird look. "Okay."

Jeff came back into the room, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a bag of M&M's in the other. "Did you change the tapes?"

"Oh... I will." Gareth smiled sheepishly and knelt by the TV set.

---

Between the next two movies (A Nightmare On Elm Street and Aliens), you resumed your routine. Only this time, you and Gareth remained frozen in place, both of you staring at the blackened screen.

"I-I get why they call it Nightmare," You tried for a laugh, but what came out was more of a scared squeak.

"Yeah, me too." Gareth gave you a soft smile.

In the next moment, two things happened: Gareth pressed forward against you, pushing his lips on yours, and his big hands laid across your hips. You were quick to reciprocate, your lips moving against his, your hands sliding through his curls. His tongue swiped hesitantly across your lips and you opened your mouth, your tongue pressing against his. When you part, a trail of spit links your mouths and breaks, falling against your chin. Gareth thumbs it softly from your skin.

"Sorry, that was sudden." He mumbled, reddening under the starstruck gaze you gave him.

"I don't mind."

"I do like you back, if you hadn't caught on."

"Is that why you left?" You teased, tugging on one of his curls.

"Well, no, I just--"

"Are you guys gonna be, like, a couple now? Because if you are, I'm gonna have to sit between you so I don't look over and see you exchanging spit again." Jeff gagged at the thought and shivered.

"Well..." You gave him a grin and Gareth smiled. "No, no, Jeff, I was kidding, don't kill him with the remote--!"

@eatingmyleftoverrice @imagineme2you @twilightftw-blog1 @bvmblevees

(Note: Guys, can we make Jeff's last name Walsh? Idk, we did it for Gareth and we named the other guy, so. It's whatever.)

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #garebear #gareth stranger things #gareth stranger things x reader #corroded coffin #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #jeff walsh stranger things

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vinbee631 · 8 months

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4 - On the First Day of Mock School (My Roommates Gave to Me…)

Prodigal Sons and Daughters Alike

For a brief moment, whenever he woke up at 9 am, Roman was grateful classes hadn’t started.

He had missed breakfast entirely, not that he minded very much. Besides, Remus, the heathen he was, had woken up at 7 sharp to grab the others something small for when they eventually crawled out of bed.

Chapter title song by… a lot of people, apparently. Google didn’t give me answers, but istg even if you don’t celebrate christmas, this song has probably been shoved down your throat. Anyway, enjoy some actual advancement!

For a brief moment, whenever he woke up at 9 am, Roman was grateful classes hadn’t started.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” he teased brightly when Roman finally emerged from his room. “Ha ha, very funny, Re, thank you for such an original comeback!”

“I thought you said sarcasm was my thing.” Roman nearly jumped as Janus’s voice appeared behind him.

“Jeez, a warning would be great next time, thanks,” he complained, dramatically resting a hand on his chest. “You just nearly gave me a heart attack, one meager day into the start of our brand-new lives! The cruelty, the injustice!”

“What is ‘unjust’ is how unreasonably dramatic you are being, literally ten minutes after waking up,” Janus deadpanned, rolling his eyes not unkindly at Roman. “Anyways, I was coming to tell you your brother ever-so-graciously picked up breakfast for you if you want it. It’s out on the table.”

Roman grunted in appreciation, shuffling over to sit and eat his breakfast as Janus chuckled silently.

“It is too early for you two to be picking on me,” he grumbled, voice muffled as he talked through a bite of waffle.

“You’re not even going to put syrup on it? Now that is what I call unjust.” Roman resisted the urge to stick out his tongue in retaliation. “So mean to me. You better be careful, or next thing you know, you’ll wake up and I’ll have moved out! Gone in search of better roommates, who grant me the simple pleasure of existing at nine in the morning!” The boys laughed, startling Patton, who was also just emerging from his room.

“Oops, sorry, Pat. Didn’t mean to wake you up. I simply had to defend my honor from these cretins who seem to think so lowly of me for getting my beauty sleep,” he huffed, turning back to his breakfast when the other two didn’t bother with a response.

Patton shrugged, rubbing at his eyes. “Nah, ‘s fine, I gotta get used to waking up this early again anyway. My summer sleep schedule was not doing me any favors.”

“Ugh, god, seconded,” Remus complained from the couch. “I really gotta stop thinking that going to bed at 2 am and waking up and noon is ever a good idea.”

“At least you woke up before eight like everyone else,” Janus helpfully contributed, and Roman replied, quite eloquently, with a series of offended noises.

“As awesome as it is to see people other than me teasing my brother, I would like to continue to complain about my own fucked up sleep schedule, if you wouldn’t mind,” Remus continued, taking pity on brother, but just a bit.

“Fair enough, grovel away,” Janus conceded, as Patton muttered a small “lanugage” under his breath. The two made their way to sit across from Remus in some of the chairs in their living space.

Remus did, indeed, grovel, just long enough for Roman to finish his breakfast and join the others in their living space.

“I mean, not gonna lie, that’s about all I can complain about when it comes to, like, being here. The place itself is really nice, and this week is gonna be so much fun, I can already tell.”

“I agree,” Janus added. “It is… pleasant to see that the school itself is actually being maintained quite nicely. The furniture is actually usable, unlike some higher-end college campuses I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of visiting. That experience didn’t give me a lot of confidence in this place, but it really is nice.”

“Oh my god, same!” Remus agreed. “I hadn’t really thought of that until now, but like… I expected the school to be nice and junk. But, obviously you know, there are ‘nice’ schools that cut corners.”

“I dunno if Professor Sanders has it in him to cut corners at the expense of kids,” Patton sympathized, finally waking up enough to start adding to the conversation. “It kinda goes against his whole reasoning for starting the school.”

“True. Not that I know anything about the guy, other than the two times I’ve heard him talk, but he seems so nice. Very soft, and not in a mean way.”

Patton laughed. “That- yep, very true. Even I don’t know him as well as I could, but from the few times I’ve talked to him, and stories I’ve heard, he’s really nice.”

“...Wait- even? What do you mean by-” Before Janus could finish questioning Patton’s phrasing, Roman perked up from the spot he’d taken on the floor while they’d all been talking.

“I just realized we’re missing someone. Er, well, other than mystery roommate. Has anyone seen Logan?”

“Oh, yeah,” Remus piped in. “He was up when I left to get breakfast, and we ate together. I think he said something about meeting teachers and getting an early start on schoolwork, the nerd.”

“I mean, that’s not the worst idea,” Roman pointed out. “Honestly, I kinda want to do the same. I mean, not necessarily the ‘schoolwork’ bit, but I should start to figure out where all my classes are. That is basically the point of this week, isn’t it?”

Remus let out a loud and dramatic groan, slowly flopping over the edge of the couch. “Didn’t you already take care of that yesterday?”

“Well, yes, but I didn’t got to all my classes in order. I just… kinda went everywhere, and talked to everyone. Janus can vouch, we just visited all the most interesting places while our parents were still here. It made sense to save the schedule stuff for when we had more free time.”

Remus sighed from his new spot hanging over the couch. “I mean, you’re right, and whatever, I guess. Don’t rub it in.”

Roman laughed, moving to stand so he could hover Remus. “I’m gonna start getting ready to head out. You can continue existing as human jello, or you can come with me. Just, if you’re coming, be ready in about half an hour, m’kay?”

Remus just groaned again as his twin walked away with a smile. Patton took the opportunity to spread out on the couch as Remus didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon. “Y’know, if I wasn’t able to tell you guys were brothers before, I can tell now. You talk to each other like- not like an old married couple because- ew, but-”

“Like if two vampires were roommates for five hundred years and knew everything about each other but only seem to barely tolerate each other?” Remus suggested.

“Uh, yes? How did you come up with that so quickly?” Remus shrugged. “I get that one a lot. When you have a twin brother, the default get-to-know-you questions tend to be unfortunately similar, so I have a lot of, particular responses saved up.”

“Huh, I guess that makes sense, having default responses. I don’t know what it’s like to be a twin, but I totally get that.” Remus frowned, righting himself so he could meet Patton’s eyes. “In what ways? Like- words are hard, but when do you deal with that? Just out of curiosity.”

“Oh! Uh, I guess I should kinda explain. It’s a little personal, but I spent a lot of time here as a kid, and I’m kind of friends by extension with a lot of the staff because of that. There are a lot of older students who know who I am too, but a lot of them assume I… didn’t have to work that hard to get here, I’m missing the word right now. Which, that’s a lie, but sometimes it’s darn near impossible to get people to believe that. So, I have a formula for it now.”

Remus scrunched up his nose. “Were you looking for ‘nepotism’? And yeah that sucks. People still do that shit, even after you keep shutting them down?”

“Oh yeah! Thanks, words are hard. And, yeah” Patton sighed. “Even when I was a kid, like baby, kid, they would make- a lot of unfortunate assumptions. But I got used to it! I mean, I’m sure you get uncomfortable questions about the twin thing.”

“Unfortunately, yeah. People suck when they don’t understand things. I guess, if I ask why you were here as a kid, I’m not gonna get that answer, huh?”

Patton gave a grim smile. “Yeah, not quite yet… It’s not- it’s not a secret, or anything like that. Er, kinda. I just… gosh, it’s hard to explain, but it would be nice to keep it private for now? If you don’t mind?”

“Oh my god, of course,” Remus said instantly. “I am not gonna push any boundaries if you don’t wanna talk about it. I was just curious, but I can shut up about it now and we can talk about something else, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Patton giggled. “Thanks. And watch your language!”

Remus huffed. “You’re not my mommy, I can say what I want!”

Patton laughed again, bantering back and forth with Remus for a bit until his twin emerged from his room with a bright smile.

“Alright! I’m almost ready to go.” He turned his attention to Remus, who was still trying to stop laughing from a comment Patton had made just moments ago. “Re? You good?

“Heh… yes, fine. I guess I’ll get my shit together now, or whatever,” he groused, flopping over the back of the couch dramatically again and beginning to crawl in the direction of his room.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Well, I guess he’ll be ready eventually. I don’t suppose either of you would like to join us?”

Janus shrugged, suddenly reminding Patton that he’d been sitting there the whole time he and Remus had talked. “I suppose I could. I’m already dressed and all, so I suppose I can join you.”

“Ooh, yeah, I’ll come, too!” Patton agreed. “Just aminute!” He jumped up and slid off to his room to get dressed.

“No need to rush!” Roman called as his friend’s door slammed behind him. “Well, at least he’ll be ready by the time Remus decides to join us,” he teased to himself.

Roman knew his brother was just as excited about the early start and his knew classes. He was just- goofy about showing it, he supposed. He was sure he’d be listening to his twin rambling excitedly about the new experience by lunch.

He had a feeling the others felt the same way about their chosen skills, given that Logan had left hours ago and that Janus’ eyes had lighten up despite the casual reply he gave.

It took, perhaps, a bit longer than was strictly necessary, but they did eventually get everyone together to leave, only about five minutes after Roman said he would, which was probably a record they wouldn’t ever break.

Despite all that, the anticipation in the air was palpable. The rest of his roomates didn’t even seem all that disappointed when they inevitably split off to their different tracks. That was, of course, after Patton checked to ensure they all had each other’s numbers, and set up a group chat so they could find each other later in the day.

It wasn’t until Janus turned to a different hallway that Roman was truly alone, but he found that just moments later, when he arrived at the auditorium to see dance practices already happening, that he wasn’t all that disappointed about it.

#sanders sides fanfiction #tss storytime 2023 #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #cw horrible layout what am i doing /lh

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evansyhelp · 2 years

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Good afternoon! I hope the week has been treating you well. So, I understand you do not do this often, however! I was wondering if you could offer some aid? I am in dire need of face claim assistance! If you could be able to help that would be by for outstanding and very much appreciated! (Female face claims that could pass for a vampire hunter. Historical or modern!)

Hi, since you didn't specify an age range I'll keep it broad. Criteria is basically "they have badass/fighty vibes."

Imani Lewis (First Kill)

Aubin Wise (First Kill)

Kathryn Newton (Supernatural, Freaky)

Tala Ashe (Legends of Tomorrow (as Zari Tomaz specifically))

Katheryn Winnick (Wu Assassins)

Ritu Arya (The Umbrella Academy)

Shoshannah Stern (Supernatural) *Is deaf

Parveen Kaur (Manifest)

Madison McLaughlin (Arrow, Roswell New Mexico (Note: was underage in Supernatural so that's why I'm not recommending that))

Nafessa Williams (Black Lightning)

Lesley-Ann Brandt (Lucifer)

Aurora Perrineau (Prodigal Son)

Kiana Madeira (Trinkets)

Bridget Gao-Hollitt (Super Pumped)

Nishi Monshi (Lethal Weapon)

Diane Guerrero (Doom Patrol)

Jacqueline Toboni (Grimm)

Jaime Ray Newman (Grimm)

Emily Browning (American Gods)

Viola Davis (like... anything)

Niamh Walsh (Jamestown) *Historical

Ella-Rae Smith (Into The Badlands) *Historical

Luisa D'Oliveira (The 100) *Historical

Tati Gabrielle (Uncharted, CAoS, The 100)

Kim Rhodes (Supernatural)

Briana Buckmaster (Supernatural)

Taylor Russell (Escape Room series)

Lauren Cohan (Supernatural, The Walking Dead)

Jessica De Gouw (Arrow)

Teresa Palmer (Lights Out)

Andrea Chaparro (Rebelde)

Davika Hoorne (You Are My Heartbeat)

Hope this helps :)

#ask #anonymous #fc help

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blainesebastian · 2 years

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Just finished binge reading Coffee Cart Girl (which was amazing btw) and I really liked how you wrote it, sooo I was wondering if u had a masterlist on tumblr with all ur other work? (Ik u have an archive of our own but I prefer tumblr)

Hi!!! Thank you so much, I really appreciate that a lot ❤️❤️❤️ so honestly, I totally get preferring tumblr over AO3. Unfortunately that’s just not how I post most of my fics. For the most part, you can check the tag ‘mccall writes things’ which will have all my writing underneath (and asks associated, etc). But a lot of my fic has a link directly to AO3.

Fandoms I’ve posted for include largely: glee, good girls, prodigal son.

The only reason that my Austin butler x reader updates have been posted fully on tumblr is because I didn’t think an AO3 tag existed and this seems to be more of a place to post reader fics.

The good news is that I can create a masterlist of my Austin butler reader fics for tumblr because I intend on posting a lot more of those and not directing any ‘read more’ links to AO3.

Right now I only have the CCG series, but am posting requests later this week.

Hope that makes sense!! ❤️❤️

#q and a #mccall writes things

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a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin · 2 months

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Desecration of a Priest Teaser

A little teaser for a Trigun Priest Wolfwood/Ex-Church Girl Meryl that I hope to have posted both here and on AO3 in the next week or so.

18+ only (Minors DNI)

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“So… Father Wolfwood,” Meryl’s voice oozed sarcasm as she stole his drink again. “You came out to a bar on a Saturday night just to try to drag me, the prodigal son- or daughter if you will- back to god. You came out to this ‘cesspit of debauchery’ -as I believe I’ve heard you call it before- for me?”

“Jesus said to leave the ninety-nine sheep to seek out the one lost one,” Wolfwood kept his eyes on hers, as much as they were tempted to drift lower to the pale collarbones underneath.

“What a good priest,” Meryl rolled her eyes. “But you were such a horrible boy… how ever did you get through seminary?”

Wolfwood sucked his teeth, leaning forward.

“Prayer and hard work. After you left… I realized it was… I wasn’t helping you. I was supposed to be an example for you, and I messed that up, big time. I cleaned up my act. Haven’t touched a drop of alcohol, smoked a cigarette, swore- nothing. I’ve been a good man,” Wolfwood said earnestly, and Meryl felt a flutter in her stomach at the confession.

“Oh,” her mouth hung open slightly, brows raised in surprise.

Fuck… Meryl licked her lips.

I only want to wreck him more now.

“I want to prove to you that I’m better. I’m a man of god,” he reached out, taking her hand.

“Celibacy and all?” Meryl asked, amused.

Wolfwood blushed, stammering.

“W-well of course,” he looked away. “Priests have to be. It’s part of the job.”

“Hm, sounds like shitty deal,” Meryl took a long sip of Wolfwood’s drink.

“I get to shepherd a flock,” Wolfwood said earnestly. “I get to guide the lost to Christ.”

“Ooooh,” Meryl held up her hands, wiggling her fingers. “You get to follow a bunch of stuffy rules and tell people they’re sinners. Sounds like a riot. If I wanted someone up my ass all the time, I’d rather it be the fun way.”

Wolfwood was currently discovering new shades of red for his skin to burn while Meryl ran her mouth, much to her amusement.

“Listen, Wolfwood,” she set his glass down. “I appreciate that you’ve turned your life around or whatever. Good for you. I’m glad it worked out. But this-”

Meryl gestured around her to the music and dim lighting, laughter and drunken calls echoing around the bar.

“Is where I found myself. Not some hypocritical church. This is my home. This is where I found my god, and it isn’t some rule book.”

“Meryl,” Wolfwood stood, taking her wrist as she tilted her head, eyes lidded.

“I spent my whole childhood trying to find and live up to your god. I’m not going to go back to hating everything about myself.”

“You don’t have to,” Wolfwood said.

“You don’t believe that,” Meryl scoffed. “If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to drag me back to church.”

“I just… I miss seeing you. I feel like I drove you away,” Wolfwood took a deep breath.

Meryl leaned in until her breath fanned against his ear, hearing Wolfwood’s breathing hitch as her fingers toyed with the chain around his neck.

“You sure as hell didn’t make me want to stay.”

She pulled back, flicking the chain out of her fingertips so it rested on his heated skin again.

“You’ve got a chance to change that now.”

#trigun stampede #fanfic #fanfic teaser #meryl stryfe #nicholas wolfwood #trigun fanfiction #trigun #lots of religious references

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malcolmisthebrightestboy · 3 years

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I know I’m late… I couldn’t get it together…I sorry…but!! I give you! Prodigal Son Appreciation Week in one post!! 🪄

Favorite Male Character:

Malcolm! Are we surprised? My brightest boy! My squishable sunbeam! The sweet boy!! He’s heals the world just by existing!

Favorite Female Character:

Edrisa! Quirky badass who owns her sexuality and is intelligent as fuck! She’s wounded and awkward but isn’t afraid to be exactly herself!

Favorite Episode:

I have to go with the Pilot…because nothing in this world can hold a candle to meeting Malcolm Bright! It was full of chaos and such raw emotion and talent to the point where my heart just shatters every time I watch it! As it should be!!!

Favorite Relationship/Dynamic:

Malcolm and Martin! Like holy hell you people! Take about a complex, rich, violent, brilliant dynamic! You put these two on the screen and I’m transfixed. The intensity of a single look between them, so packed with an entire spectrum of emotion, devastates me! The love, the fear, the hate, the betrayal, the loyalty… it’s astounding! I’ve never seen anything like it!

Favorite Killer:

John Watkins! Because good lord! For one…he’s played by Michael Raymond-James and that man is as charismatic and sexy violent puppy as you can get…and two, he wanted Malcolm!!! How terrifying is THAT!!! He wanted to break him, train him and make him into a killer. That is so much more terrifying than a straight up killer. As much as I think Friar Pete legitimately scared the shit out of Malcolm, John’s desire to KEEP him, to make him his murder partner…that takes the cake. *shudders*

Favorite Quote:

“I can think ruthless, I'm not so sure I can be ruthless.” -Malcolm

I thought this was such a quick little moment of honesty. Malcolm suffers from invasive thoughts, no doubt. He can “think like a killer” and truly fears that he’s capable of becoming a serial killer himself. And in this moment, he is trying to save his family, is willing to do anything for them, is asking his serial killer father for advice…and he ends up answering his own question. No, he’s not a killer. Not like that. He’s not ruthless.

Favorite (Free Choice) Random Sexy Thing Malcolm Did To Torture Me :

I’m going with the pill crunch neck crack thing!!! The single sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life! I don’t understand it…so don’t ask! Psychoanalyze me as you so desire. But for all that is holy in this world… I died. 🤯

#prodigal son appreciation week #malcolm bright #prodigal son #tom payne #save prodigal son #I love my squishable sunbeam more than cheesecake #the sexy crunch #wtf #john watkins #martin whitly

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hoffkk · 3 years

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Prodigal Son Appreciation Week

Day 2: Favorite Female Character

Enjoy another top five list!

#1 Edrisa Tanaka: She is wonderfully wacky, and I love it. Edrisa geeks out at her crime scenes, being a sorely needed kindred spirit for Malcolm. Also she sees Malcolm as a celebrity crush and a great guy who can do know wrong. She has a way of lifting his spirits and mine every episode in hilarious and whimsical ways. Also, her white suit jokes are on point. ;)

2. Dani Powell: She is a no nonsense, badass detective, and I love her for it. What I love most though is that from the day she met Malcolm, she didn’t judge him for his father’s mistakes. Dani gave Malcolm the benefit of the doubt and made her judgements based on his own actions and who he is as a person. She wasn’t afraid to dig deeper and get to know him. She wasn’t afraid to call him on his bullshit. She wasn’t afraid to share personal things and grow closer with him. They may not have been fast friends, but she quickly became his rock and sounding board and voice of reason. Dani keeps him grounded and going off the deep end and shows him he can have a normal life if he chooses to. I just love the strength she gives Malcolm as well as the perspective she adds to the show through her own hardships.

3. Jessica Whitly: She is so fierce and brave and her romance with Gil is adorable. Jess doesn’t always have it together, (can’t say I blame her) but when she does... look out! She will fight until the end for her children with a stiletto in hand or her quick wit. This woman needs a happy ending. She has more than earned it.

4. Sunshine: Yes, I listed Malcolm’s pet bird. She is important. A constant bright spot in Malcolm’s day that makes him feel human and loved. She depends on Malcolm and keeps him going, whether he realizes this or not. So, yeah, Sunshine deserves some props... and a better cage!

5. Ainsley Whitly: She is caring, passionate, and a possible sociopath. She matches Dani on the badassness level in varying ways. However, she is emotionally stunted and tends to put herself first. Ainsley’s complexity makes for an interesting addition to the Whitly family and the show as a whole. I put her last on this simply because she pisses me off every episode in one way or another. Also, I will never forgive her for that prank on Malcolm. That was so messed up.

#prodigal son appreciation week #prodigal son week #prodigal son #favorite female character #top 5 #edrisa tanaka #dani powell #jessica whitly #sunshine the parakeet #ainsley whitly

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