#so that I can meet up with the BEST cat lad

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

Wayne comes home one day to Eddie behaving unusually - loudly narrating everything every time he leaves his room, playing his music quieter than usual but making abrupt loud noises when he’s in his room, checking on Wayne every ten minutes or so to make sure he’s enjoying his shows and asking if he wants tea, and generally bearing his biggest, wettest puppy dog eyes.

Now Wayne’s done this song and dance a few times, so after a few hours he gets up and makes his way to his nephew’s door, takes a moment to stop and listen-

And sure enough, he can hear the hushed whispers and giggles. Heaving a sigh, Wayne raps his knuckles against the flimsy wood. It’s immediately met with a flurry of scrambling from the other side.

To Eddie’s credit, it doesn’t even take until Wayne’s count of 10 before the door swings open, revealing his very ruffled nephew sporting a sunny grin and doing his best to look like he’s not taking up the entirety of the doorway on purpose.

“Alright, what’re you hidin’ in here this time?” Wayne asks, glancing at the bed. It’s a favourite hiding place of Eddie’s - where he’d hidden the stray cat, the raccoon, and any number of other strays he’s picked up.

“Hiding? I -uh - what are you talking about?” Eddie says it smoothly enough, but he’s eyes dart to the left briefly before he catches himself and looks back at Wayne, pulling his hair in front of his face in a display of nerves. Wayne glances over. The closet this time then.

“I ain’t born yesterday kiddo,” he says, shaking his head. “Now why don’t you quit bullshittin’ and open up that there door”

Eddie’s gaze follows his gesture to the closet, and then he turns back to Wayne, giving an indignant huff and puffing up like he’s gearing for a fight.

Wayne meets his gaze with an even one of his own and, after a moment, Eddie deflates. "Fine," he huffs and makes his way to the closet, shooting Wayne betrayed wounded-bird looks over his shoulder. Wayne just crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

He's prepared for a lot of things, but what he's not expecting is for Eddie to swing the cupboard door open to reveal some fancy-looking lad, looking sheepish as all get out.

"Ed-" he says, slightly lost for words. Eddie and closet-boy exchange a glance, and Wayne feels shock go through him as he suddenly places that face. "Is that... is that the Harrington boy?"

Immediately, a guilty look crosses Eddie's face and Wayne groans. "Jesus H. Christ," he groans, putting his hand over his face.

When he looks up again, Eddie is giving him that wide-eyed pleading face of his that always comes with the strays. "Eddie, he ain't some stray you can just take in!" He protests.

Eddies face hardens just a little with that stubbornness he got from his mother. "C'mon Uncle Wayne. His parents are terrible when they even bother to be around!” he argues. "And I mean it’s probably for the best that they’re not there because they’re the worst kind of people but it's almost Christmas and he can’t just be there alone on Christmas! Did you raise me like that Wayne? Did you?"

Harrington seems to get past his surprise at Eddie’s sudden rant and he frowns, opens his mouth to protest. Eddie, apparently sensing this, claps a hand over his mouth and turns to Wayne , his righteous indignation switching right back to his best puppy-dog eyes cranked to full effect at Wayne.

And Wayne... well, he's never been able to say no to any of the strays Eddie's brought home yet.

#steddie #wayne munson #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #my ficlet #my writing #writing prompts #stranger things ficlet #this started out as a prompt and morphed into a ficlet idk idk idk

[jamiesfootball]

Let’s talk about male bonding rituals and the way that physical touch in the locker room can be a comforting outlet. Like how the team hugs and jumps on each other after they score a goal. Or how they casually lean against each other in the locker rooms. Or Roy’s little fist bumps to each of the lads to hype them up. You can use words or actions for your anger, but there’s a protocol for kindness.

And then there’s Zava, who’s an interesting bastard in his own right, because as people have pointed out he accepts touch from others but he doesn’t reciprocate. Dani fullbody hugs the man (after a goal, of course, the most acceptable time to do so) and the most he does is try to shake him off. If Richmond is reaching hands, then the most Zava has done is beckon them in and allow them to worship, like when he took over the huddle before the match- he allowed everyone to put their hands on Zava.

And Richmond is an especially sweet team under Ted’s tenure. So again we have Zava performing in a way that on surface level is inoffensive.

Except that there is one person that Zava makes a point to touch - and I do think he’s making a point about it. Even if we only saw it a few times, I think it was a good extension for showing us how Zava viewed Jamie.

I’ve talked before about how interesting the little one-two shoulder brush/ass slap was in that first match, because on the surface that is totally normally sports antics. It’s only Jamie’s little ‘wtf’ face that lampshades the true weirdness of a moment: this may be a teammate, but this is a dude he just met, someone he has no rapport with (compared to Dani, who created rapport through excitement and touching). But hey- new teammate, first match. As off of a moment it was, Jamie’s a team player now, so he did what he was told to do and passed the ball to Zava. And what a slap in the face that was, with Zava repeating one of the best goals we’ve seen from Jamie this who show.

Actual fucking mind games, this time. A pattern of them, in addition to singling Jamie out and asking if he’s the kitman when they first meet. Despite the fact that he already had his kit on. Despite the fact that he was in the middle of love-bombing everyone else.

And stealing Jamie’s goal. Which was so petty that even Roy Kent thought it was a bit too mean.

It’s not insidious, it’s not like he’s being bullied- but he is getting frozen out. Singled out by a player who walked in and made himself at home in Jamie’s spot.

Zava walks a careful, practiced line. He’s got a ton of experience on and off the pitch, and he knows where to give in and where to push. Dani can follow him around and touch him- he’ll allow it because Dani is harmless.

But I don’t think he thought Jamie was harmless. I think he saw Jamie as a threat, one that needed to be neutralized so that Zava could play in the manner he was accustomed to. Jamie is the ONLY one on the team that seemed to be trying to score - even the fucking announcers could see it.

So yeah, anytime Jamie stepped up a little too high, or seemed like he might be putting Zava’s reputation of #1 at risk, he would find these little footholds that he could use to climb over Jamie.

I think his grunt Zava gave when he lifted up the weight was the closest we got to Zava actually verbalizing his frustrations (also great metaphor, him lying under the weight and then shoving it off one last time. Good comparison to Colin ‘got-stuck-under-the-weights-that-time’ Hughes benching without a problem these days, like a strong and capable man). Richmond was on a losing streak, Jamie kept trying to button in on what should have been Zava’s goals, and now Jamie was also butting in on the leadership side as well.

The openly condescending thing to do would be to pet the top of Jamie’s hair like a dog, mussing it up. That’s a proper bully move. Instead he went for the back of the head and did that weird…..whatever that was. Was he combing his fingers through Jamie’s hair? Scratching him like a cat? Playing with his headband? Whatever it was it was out of focus, even though it was in front of a crowd. The same way that the first time was in the middle of a stadium, and yet so far away from anyone being able to see and hear what was happening. The only thing you could see, if you could be bothered to look away from Zava for a second, was how completely uncomfortable Jamie was with it. And I’m not sure the guys in the locker room noticed, not just because it’s Zava, but because on the surface nothing he’s done has stood out as a red flag.

‘Zava made a goal’ sounds better than ‘Zava stole that goal from Jamie’

‘Zava made a leader speech to motivate us’ sounds better than ‘Zava saw that Jamie was stepping up to encourage them, and felt the need to reassert himself by doing the same thing’

And ‘Zava is physically touchy with Jamie a few times’ sounds better than ‘Zava uses what should be perfectly safe locker room contact as a way to put Jamie in his place’.

#anyways I’m looking forward to how fucking juicy the fic harvest is gonna be after this season #ted lasso spoilers #jamie tartt #zava #what an interesting facet we’ve been given this year #also fuck me this is long

[avenirdelight]

A Friend?

John Stones

(ft. Jude Bellingham & Jordan Henderson)

No one ever believes it when they introduce each other as a friend. His teammates are no exception. [Requested]

John should’ve known better. No one was going to buy it when he introduced her as a ‘friend’. But he didn’t really have any choice, did he? It was the truth. They were friends, as much as he wished that they were more than just friends.

“A friend?” Jude asked almost in disbelief as he raised his eyebrows when he shook her hand. “Right. You two are friends,” he said in a teasing tone. A playful little smirk appeared on his face.

John glared at his younger teammate. They were all in the stands after the match with their friends and family. John had just been talking with her when Jude and Jordan came out of nowhere. Jude asked John to introduce him to the lovely lady. To be fair, John had mentioned her name a couple of times before in front of his teammates. Now that she was finally there, they could put the name into a face.

“What a nice friend you are, coming all the way here for John,” Jude continued. John was sure he was on a mission to tease him. “Must be a special friend then, John?”

“Manners, Jude. That’s rude,” Jordan whacked Jude on the back of his head and the lad acted hurt. Jordan then extended his hand to shake her hand and they both introduced themselves to each other. “I’m Jordan. Pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Finally? Sorry, uh… John’s mentioned me before?” The shy look that had been on her face was replaced by a look of surprise.

“He’d just been moaning about how the tea here doesn’t match his taste. Man loves his tea, doesn’t he?” Jordan glanced at John and for a second John thought that there was a mischievous look in his eyes. “He kept mentioning a name to Kyle, saying that this person makes the best tea and he missed it. Kyle thought that he actually missed the person though, not the tea.”

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh, come on. You need to go that far?”

Jordan and Jude got the same triumphant smile on their faces—John sighed in defeat and she let out a nervous giggle. Fortunately, the two lads were kind enough to let it go.

It wasn’t until they left that John found the courage to look at her. She just stood there biting her lips, her cheeks looked more rosy than before. John felt more embarrassed knowing that she was embarrassed. He was definitely going to give Jude some lessons later, and maybe, bring Dave the cat close to Jordan so Dave could give him a little scare.

“I’m sorry,” John apologised, running a nervous hand on his hair. “They can be like that sometimes.”

“It’s fine, John. I’m actually happy to see that you guys are getting along so well.”

“Yeah, imagine what I have to put up with every day.”

John caught her smile before he quickly looked away, mostly because he still felt embarrassed. They both fell silent and John could feel that it was suddenly getting slightly awkward. This was only normal, but it really wouldn’t be awkward if she was truly just a friend.

But she was never only a friend to John. He adored her—if he was asked to be honest right now, he’d say that he was really in love with her. She was the one he thought about when he woke up in the morning, the one he always wanted to tell Kyle about, the one who occupied his mind when he wasn’t thinking about football. It had been almost a year since things started blooming between them, but John had always been holding back because he knew she wasn’t looking for a relationship yet—she’d just gotten out of a serious relationship that didn’t end well—and he respected that.

“Ugh…I actually hate every time this happens, you know. This… Awkward moment.” John turned to her with slightly furrowed eyebrows, but she didn’t look back at him; she was looking far into the empty pitch. “It’s just like, funny, how everyone is surprised every time we introduce each other as friends. Like, which part of it is really hard to believe?”

John let out a nervous chuckle, unsure of how to respond to that. For some reason, he agreed. But he could also actually give her plenty of reasons right now why no one would buy it.

It was the way they looked at each other, the way they behaved around each other, and treated each other. There was something different, something special between them that was so noticeable.

“But they’re right, though.” She sighed, finally looking back at John. Her voice was low but loud enough for John to hear.

“About what?”

“About us. We’re kind of… More than friends. It’s always been that way.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You don’t think so?”

John shrugged. “No, sure. Sure, I do.”

John’s heart rate accelerated. All this time he’d always tried to convince himself that she felt the same way like he did—that there was something special between them—and now he’d just gotten the confirmation for it.

“Right. I mean, like, I kinda know that you’ve been giving me space, but… I feel like I’m ready to share that space with someone else.”

John couldn’t believe that they were having this conversation right here, right now. He quickly scanned his eyes around and thankfully everyone was busy with their own families and friends; his parents were engaged in a conversation with Ramsdale’s parents. John turned on his seat, facing her. He stared at her beautiful eyes and he could feel that there was something slightly different in the way she looked at him.

“Well… If you want to be more than friends, I’m up for it.”

She scoffed and then laughed, drawing a grin from John. She shook her head and stared back at John with what he believed as a fond gaze.

“That’s a very lame way to ask me to be your girlfriend, John Stones.”

“But you get the point. I can’t really take you on a date and bring you flowers now, can I?” His gaze then shifted to her hand and he confidently took it in his hand, giving it a light caress. “I promise I’ll take you on a date when we get home.”

She nodded. “Fine, okay. Uhh, I think it’s time for you to go?” They both looked around and saw his teammates started leaving. It was about time for them to go back to the hotel. “You go, then. Please pet Dave for me?”

John smiled. “Yeah, sure,” he said as they both stood up. He pulled her into a tight, warm hug and he wished that he could spend a little bit more time with her. He knew he would already miss her once he hit the dressing room. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered in her ears.

“Sure. You okay with the cameras?”

“I’m gonna make it real quick.”

“Okay.”

With one swift motion, John let her go from his embrace and gave her a quick peck on her lips; his stomach flipped when their lips met. She was rather stunned when he’d done it, a shy look was painted all over her face. She couldn’t contain the happiness so she laughed and John laughed with her.

“Okay, then. Call me when you get back?” John asked.

She nodded. John then said goodbye to her and his parents.

Everything had happened so quickly. John had just started to process everything when he walked down the tunnel. His heart was comfortably pounding in his chest and if Picks saw him right now, he’d definitely say “You look like an idiot, why are you smiling like that?”. He’d gotten the win and the girl, you’d understand why he was smiling like that.

“Here’s the thing, John.”

John felt an arm around his shoulder. It was Jude again. He looked serious this time.

“Friends don’t really kiss each other on the lips, you know,” Jude said.

John rolled his eyes and shrugged Jude’s arm off. He gave Jude a look and started to quicken his pace. “Well, that’s the thing. We’re not really friends anymore.”

Jude stopped on his track and he dropped his jaw. John wished he could have taken a picture because the boy was absolutely stunned.

“Wait— What do you mean??” He said, and John saw realisation slowly hit him. “Nah, you didn’t, mate! You didn’t!!”

John laughed in satisfaction and ran off before Jude started chasing him.

—

world cup is over but i still have a couple world cup-themed imagines, i hope you don’t mind!

i enjoyed writing this one, and it’s always fun to bring on the other players~ i hope you liked it! likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated!💖

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[autisticlancemcclain]

keeping up with the coalition, episode 1 -- pilot

[Static flits across the screen, interrupted by brief flashes of darkness. When it finally settles, a gloved hand is visible, taking up the screen as it adjusts the camera. It finally pulls away to reveal a man with a truly expressive moustache, sitting on a small couch. He is beaming so brightly his eyes are squeezed shut. At the bottom of the screen, his name appears in bold font: Coran, Advisor of the Altean Throne, Castle Warden – of Fun!]

Coran: Hello, people of Earth!

[His smile becomes slightly more contained as he speaks, and his eyes are finally visible. They are a deep, vivid green.]

Coran: I was talking to one of our paladins, Lance, and he has informed me that a popular way of recording history on Earth is through a type of media called ‘reality television’! He says it’s a constant recording of people’s lives as they live it, with frequent cuts for interviews at key moments. I have decided to make a reality television program of our space adventure, so you all can see how your fellow Terrans are saving the universe!

[He claps his hands once, grin growing once again. His glorious moustache twitches.]

Coran: I hope you all enjoy!

[Chucking. He twists his moustache mischievously.]

Coran: There will be no shortage of entertainment. That, I guarantee.

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[The scene cuts to the same couch from before, only this time, a young man sits on it upside-down, long legs kicking in the air. He has the hood of his green army jacket flopped over his eyes. At the bottom of the screen, flashing over his face, his name appears in bold font: Lance, Blue Paladin (and Casanova!).]

Lance: …and then I said to Hunk no way, dude, do you actually think we could build a real-life Wall-E – oh, hey, is the camera recording now?

[He pauses a moment, presumably for confirmation, and then smirks, shooting finger guns at the camera. He is still upside down, and his brown eyes are half hidden by his ridiculous hood.]

Lance: Nice! Now, I’m not sure what this is for, but Coran says that he wants to start keeping records of our time in space, with some live testimonials –

[Something visibly dawns on him. Almost faster than the camera can pick up, he scrambles upright, lunging over the arm of the couch so far that the only part of him visible is his green sock-clad foot, extended to keep him balanced.]

Lance (hollering loudly): Coran! Coran! Did you make us a reality show? For us to star in?

[A pause.]

Coran (faintly, as if far away): Why, yes, lad! It was a truly splendid idea!

[Lance flops backwards onto the couch, laughing, arm over his eyes.]

Lance (yelling, again): Coran, I love ya! You’re the best!

Coran (amused, still faint): Anytime, dear. I love you, too.

[Lance giggles quietly again, and then removes the arm from his eyes to glance at the camera.]

Lance: This, and no part of me is exaggerating, is the greatest thing to happen to me, ever. Well, after Blue. And the birth of my niece and nephew. And meeting Hunk. And also meeting everyone else. And fighting Zarkon that first time. Oh, and –

[He shakes himself.]

Lance: Well, point made. This is going to be awesome. Maybe Coran will let me edit the videos! I bet I’ll get to add fun subtitles and stuff. Oh, God, I can’t wait to hear about how Keith handles it! I bet he’s gonna sit on the couch and be grumpy like an old kitty cat, isn’t he? Man. I have the best ideas in the world. This is gonna be great!

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[The next shot opens to the same couch, again, only this time the only thing visible is the very top of someone’s head, along with their very floofy blonde hair,]

The person (deadpan): Are you fucking serious.

[A stomping sound, angry muttering, A freckled hand reaches up to adjust the camera, revealing a grouchy looking girl with large round glasses that take up half her face, making her hazel eyes look huge. She turns away and stomps back to the couch, arms crossed over her chest. She glares at the camera for several minutes, until finally her lips twitch into a smile. At the bottom of the screen flashes bold font, reading: Pidge, Green Paladin and Tech Goddess. Under it, smaller, reads: (sorry, Pidge, camera settings are hard).]

Pidge: I suppose I’ll let that one slide. Although if it happens again, someone is getting hacked to hell.

[She sighs, rolling her eyes playfully as she uncrosses her arms.]

Pidge: So.

Pidge: Lance tells me we’re doing a reality show. Well, not ‘tells’. He gushed about it for hours. He’s convinced this is his key to one day meeting Meryl Streep when we get back to Earth. 

[She smirks.]

Pidge: Well, if we do meet Meryl Streep, I’m gonna tell her that that he unironically uses lines from the Devil Wears Prada in diplomatic missions. That’ll make his face so red he might explode, which is my main goal in life. 

[She shakes her head, face returning to a more serious look.]

Pidge: But on a real note, this is dumb. Who cares about whatever dumb gossip and drama goes on around here? We all know that’s what it’s really about. If it was about historical records, then we would just use mission records. I mean, really. Who cares about all the dumb, frivolous shit?

[The video cuts abruptly to security footage of two people in the briefing room, hunched over a table with dozens on dozens of files open. The people are too far for the camera to make out any dialogue. The video stays steady for a moment, a static view of the entire room at large, before shifting slightly to focus more on the ceiling. Barely visible, in the top right corner, is a hunched blob, hanging from the rafters. Perhaps a nest, of some sort?

Ever so slowly, the camera zooms in on the blob, and it becomes startlingly clear that the blob is Pidge, hanging upside down, one hand extended towards to the two figures below, holding a listening device, the other hand frantically typing things on a tablet.]

[The video flips back to Pidge, who is scowling intensely. Her ears are red.]

Pidge: That is not me.

[There’s a long, long pause. Three minutes, at least. The entire time, Pidge’s face only gets redder. She sniffs derisively, attempting to look prim and pompous.]

Pidge: Alteans can shapeshift, you know. And Allura loves gossip! That’s probably her.

[The screen flashes with the word REWIND, all-caps and bolded. It plays back to the security video, a still picture of the room at large, except this time there are two flashing red circles: one around Pidge, hunched from the rafters, and one around a woman with thick white hair floofing around her head. Then the video returns to Pidge, for whom the redness has spread to cover her cheeks and nose as well as her ears. Finally she throws her hands up in frustration, cracking under the self-imposed pressure.]

Pidge (shouting): Fine! Maybe I like gossip a little. And don’t show that stupid video again, I swear to God. 

[She sighs, rubbing a hand down her face.]

Pidge: Yeah, yeah. Fine. I guess this won’t be the end of the world. Probably. it might – and I mean might  – be fun. A little. 

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[The couch, again, and this time it opens to a young man, broad-shouldered, an orange bandana around his forehead and a screwdriver between his teeth. He has some sort of device in his hands. He squints, twisting a wire carefully, and –

The device explodes, a cloud of black smoke filling the room. When it finally clears, there is soot settled all over the room, coating the couch and the young man sitting on it. He sighs deeply, hanging his head. When he finally looks at the camera again, he’s smiling, although exasperated, and the screwdriver is no longer in his teeth. His name and title flash on the screen the same way as the others: Hunk, Yellow Paladin, Engineer of the Eons.]

Hunk: Well. I would absolutely love to say that’s a rare occurrence, but unfortunately I am an intensely curious person and the universe just loves to punish me for it.

[He glances up at the ceiling.]

Hunk: Uh, I’m kidding. Please don’t smite me.

[There’s a moment of anticipatory silence, presumably in wait of a smiting, but none is forthcoming.]

Hunk: Well, that’s a relief. Lance says one day I’m going to challenge a higher power that actually exists and get my ass kicked for it. I’ve yet to see that happen, and I’ve challenged a lot of higher powers. But Lance has a lot of good predictions, so jury’s still out. He has promised to back me up if I ever do get targeted by some god, though, which is nice of him. Gotta love the guy. 

[He clears his throat.]

Hunk: Anyways. Speaking of Lance. He tells me we’re doing a reality show?

[He snorts, shaking his head in amusement.]

Hunk: That oughtta be fun. I’ve been struggling getting the tea on Keith or Shiro, so this will be an excellent opportunity. And I don’t even have to snoop!

[He tilts his head in consideration.]

Hunk: Well, I might anyway. I’ve noticed that Keith has a helluva sweet tooth. I bet I could lower his resolve with some chocolate cake, he seems like a chocolate cake kinda guy. 

Hunk: Eh. We’ll see. I haven’t found any real chocolate up here yet, but I’ll convince Pidge to test some concoctions of mine. Has she gone yet? Yeah? Oh, who’s next? Is it Allura? I bet it’s Allura. She’s been frothing at the mouth ever since Lance spread the word about this thing – 

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[The next video starts with a screech so high and loud it actually shakes the camera. Seconds later, a woman comes barrelling into the room, so quickly she’s a blur, white hair flowing behind her. She hops on the couch, and then keeps hopping, clapping her hands excitedly. Midair, text appears at the bottom of the screen: Allura, Princess of Altea, Queen of our Hearts.]

Allura: Oh, it is finally my turn! Finally finally finally! I have been waiting, for what must have been years! 

[There is a chorus of squeaking noises, and then four mice scamper up Allura’s arms, settling in her hair. Their presence only makes Allura beam wider, and she reaches up to pet them as she speaks.]

Allura: I am so excited.

[She laughs softly. The sound is somehow reminiscent of a gentle wind blowing through a flower meadow.]

Allura: Although I’m sure that’s obvious. I just love Terran culture! Everything is so strange on your planet. I cannot hear enough. Once a movement we all sit in the common room as one and watch an Earth movie from Pidge’s laptop, and it is most delightful! The music is so fun. Altean films never had music; it’s an excellent idea.

[Her brightness seems to dim slightly, and her smile turns sad.]

Allura: Of course I do miss Altean movies. Perhaps I shall suggest one on our next movie night. Pidge is very curious of our culture. 

[She shakes herself, smile turning grand once more. The mice squeak softly, nuzzling her head.]

Allura: Moving on! I can scarcely wait for this show to continue on. Coran has assured me that the videos will be available for us to watch if we so choose.

[She smirks.]

Allura: I can assure you all that I will be making constant use of that promise. I must know what’s going on with my paladins, you know. It’s my duty as a princess!

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[The next camera cut reveals a young man with a… retro haircut and a fun red jacket, scowling deeply. His boot taps rapidly on the tiled floor, in time with his bouncing leg. Every so often he huffs, glancing at the camera before rolling his eyes and glancing away. The text at the bottom of the screen reads: Keith, Red Paladin, Ninja Sword Guy.]

Keith: Alright, fine. I guess I’m speaking first. Are we really doing, deadass, a reality show? Fuckin’ – like Dance Moms, or something?

[Faint laughter rings through the room, and the camera points to the hallway, where Hunk is poking his head in.]

Hunk: You know what Dance Moms is?

Keith: I grew up with Shiro, Hunk. Believe me when I tell you that I know of every reality show in existence. 

[He shudders.]

Keith: Especially ANTM. I get nightmares about that damn show.

[Hunk snorts disbelievingly.]

Hunk: All Shiro, huh?

[Keith hesitates.]

Keith: Well. I mean. Tracking Blue’s freaky energy only took so much time, okay? And the dumbass shack had cable, sometimes. And in no way is it my fault that Keeping Up With The Kardashians is funny! Oh, fuck off, Hunk, stop laughing! This is my interview! You had yours already!

[The camera slowly pulls away from the hallway where Hunk is retreating, waving a teasing hand behind his back. When the camera settles back on Keith again, he’s scowling, but he somehow looks significantly more amused.]

Keith: Not a second of alone time in this damn place, I swear to God. 

[He huffs, looking down at his dorky gloves, twisting his hands together. When he speaks again, it’s very quiet.]

Keith: I guess I don’t mind it too much, though. It’s kind of nice – ish! – having other people around who aren’t the world’s most annoying assholes. 

[He rolls his eyes again.]

Keith: Well, not counting Lance. And Shiro! Those two, I swear! You know, I bet they’re behind this. Lance especially – he never shuts up about being famous – but don’t let Shiro fool you, either. That man would cut off his other arm for some decent drama, and you can tell him I said that. Heh. 

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[The video opens, to the final time, to the couch, with one last young man sitting upon it. He looks serenely forward, legs crossed and hands resting on his knees. He smiles slightly when he realises the camera is rolling, sending it a dorky little wave. The text at the bottom of the screen reads: Shiro, Black Paladin, Sensei Splinter of Space.]

[He squints slightly, as if examining something small, and then chuckles.]

Shiro: Coran let Lance have access to the editing privileges, huh? I wonder what titles he’s chosen for everyone else. 

[He shakes his head.]

Shiro: I can’t wait to see. I’m actually pretty excited about this. It’s not something people would know about me, but I’ve indulged in the occasional reality shows. Not often, though.

[There’s a muffled voice off-screen, and the longer it goes on the higher Shiro’s eyebrow raises, and the sharper his jaw juts out.]

Shiro (deadpan): Keith said what. Oh, that little brat. 

[His expression clears up suddenly, annoyance turning rapidly into a look so smug it rivals Lance’s from earlier.]

Shiro: Well, if we’re spilling secrets, then buckle the hell up. You know those dumbass little go-go boots? He’ll tell anyone who listens that they were a rare vintage find, they’re antiques, they’re worth hundreds of dollars blah blah blah. He’ll compare ‘em to his fuckin’ Jordans that Adam bought him a couple years ago. 

[He laughs evilly.]

Shiro: Well he’s a liar. There’s this dorky little eighties anime that he was obsessed with when he was a kid, right? He came across some leather that was material ready – do not ask me how, apparently some kid named Taylor gave it to him at the Garrison, between you and me those two had a crush on each other or at least Keith did – and he spent four straight days piecing those shoes together by hand to match his favourite character!

[He laughs, and this time it’s much fonder.]

Shiro: That damn kid. Once he gets something in his head…God, I love that kid. Brat. 

[He sighs, shaking his head.]

Shiro: All the kids, really. The universe…it’s in good hands, guys. I can’t wait for you all to get to know the people who are saving it. 

#INTRODUCING A NEW SERIES EVERYONE. i have been wanting to write this for AGES #vld #voltron #coran #coran coran the gorgeous man #lance #lance mcclain #pidge #pidge holt #hunk #hunk garrett #allura #princess allura #keith #keith kogane #shiro #takashi shirogane #klance #team as family #hunk & lance #hunk & keith #broganes #shiro & keith #my writing #fic #longpost #keeping up with the coalition #brown-eyed lance #coran & lance #garrison trio

[mikhailwrites]

Waiting for Connection 10 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

You didn't think I'd leave you in angst over the Christmas day, did you?

Previous chapter | AO3

The night is cold and damp; the light drizzle doesn’t warrant an umbrella, but it’s not very pleasant in any case. Ghost adjusts the collar of his coat to cover his neck better before shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he starts up the street towards his home. John walks next to him, seemingly unperturbed by the cold. Would stand to reason, Ghost thinks, if he grew up further up north and got through the SAS selection. It’s been years, yet it’s hard to forget—the harrowing trek to a bloody mountain with a time limit and in full gear.

“How’d you get your callsign?” Simon asks out of nowhere. He doesn’t mind the silence but can tell it’s not the same for John, who is probably still beating himself up for fucking up earlier. Simon's not a bastard; yes John hit a nerve back there but he didn't mean to. Simon is resilient, too, shrugging the hurt off as if it's nothing. He has no reason to sulk.

The Scott grabs the question like a lifeline. “At the end of the selection, actually. We were tasked to clean out several buildings to save the hostages. I’ve set the record. The overseeing officer said I’ve been as quick and efficient as a soap, and it kinda stuck.”

“It’s a good callsign,” Simon admits. It sounded ridiculous at first, so much so he was sure there had to be some embarrassing story behind it, as is the case with most callsigns. To earn it with skill is commendable.

“What about you? Ghost is probably the best I’ve ever heard,” Soap asks. Usually, Simon wouldn’t tell, but he supposes it doesn’t matter anymore. There’s no reason to uphold the mystery now.

“I’ve been buried alive,” Simon says, the tone of his voice casual, as if he was commenting on the weather.

John barks out a laugh, probably thinking Ghost’s pulling his leg. Once he realises that’s not the case, he sobers up. “Shit, man… that’s fucked up.”

“Guess it is,” Ghost shrugs. It’s been a long time since he was able to tell what’s fucked up or not. “Alright, we’re here,” Simon takes out keys and lets John inside, clicking the lights on before he leads him to the second floor.

Simon’s flat isn’t much, but it’s his home. As soon as they enter, there’s a blur of tabby fur, and before Simon can say anything, John is crouching and scratching Sgt. Stripey behind the ears. “So you’re Stripey. Nice to meet ye, lad,” John says to the cat with warm affection.

“Careful, or you’ll end up wrapped around his claw,” Ghost warns, hanging his coat and putting his shoes away.

“Too late.” John chuckles, standing up and handing Ghost his jacket to be hanged. “You know, I’d have pegged you for a dog person.”

“I don’t mind dogs; I just like cats better. Always clicked with the little fuckers, ever since I was a kid.” He has no idea why he is imparting so much to John. On the other hand, it’s not like he’s still part of the top secret Task Force. He can have friends now, tell them things about himself, and let them in.

“Guess I can imagine a wee Simon feeding the strays,” John admits as he goes further into the apartment, looking around, obviously compartmentalising everything he sees.

Simon doesn’t say anything because John’s words struck a tad too close to home.

Thankfully, John doesn’t notice. His attention is currently held by something else. “Steamin’ Jesus, what is that?!” Soap exclaims and points at Ghost’s rig, proudly sitting on the desk.

“My computer?” Ghost cocks an eyebrow.

“That?!” Soap almost squeals, which is halfway between ridiculous and adorable, in Ghost’s opinion. Soap comes closer, leaning in to inspect the machine up close. “What are these?” he traces the acrylic tubes with an index finger without actually touching anything.

“Liquid cooling.”

“A…what?” Soap’s eyes widen. “Thought electricity and water don’t mix well.”

“You sure you’re the explosives guy? I said liquid, not water. You could use water technically, but it’s not a very efficient coolant.”

“How do you even… ye ken… keep it in?”

“It’s a closed circuit, look,” Ghost comes closer, shoulder brushing against John’s as he points out the reservoir with a pump, “you have your coolant here, then it’s distributed throughout the system. First, it goes into the CPU because it’s higher up, so I can use gravity to help the pump later. There’s a copper heat plate pressed to the processor; inside it is something like a little maze, so the coolant doesn’t flow through too fast and can actually take away the heat. Once out of the maze, it goes into the intercooler; here,” he touches a big black cooler attached to the top of the rig. “The liquid cools here; it works exactly the same as old radiators and is then used here in the graphics card. The cooling cover works pretty similarly to the one for the CPU, only it’s larger. Once the liquid is out of the GPU, it’s cooled again, here,” he points to another intercooler, “and, lastly, it returns back to the reservoir.”

“But… that’s so complicated! And what if it spills? That can happen, can’t it?” Soap looks at him, and Ghost can’t help but notice the curious shade of blue in his eyes as it catches the warm light. Thankfully, the question asked is interesting enough for him to focus on.

“Sure, but the liquid is safe as long as you don’t drown your power supply in it. And it’s more efficient and much quieter. Let me show you,” without further ado, Ghosts wakes the PC up and fires up a benchmark. “You hear that?”

“Hear what?” Soap asks, confused.

“Exactly,” Ghost’s smile is all smugness, and John finds it kind of endearing.

Soap laughs as soon as he gets Ghost’s point. When he turns to Ghost next, a fond smile plays at his lips, and there are crow’s feet in the corner of his eyes. “Ye really like this stuff, huh?”

It takes Ghost a few seconds to respond, mainly because John’s sheer radiance nearly blinds him. “I do,” he rubs at the back of his neck, a nervous gesture because he feels exposed and a little embarrassed. Usually, that would be a bad thing, but in this instance, it feels different because he knows John wouldn’t laugh at him. They met in a video game. Ghost’s goofiness is safe with him.

“Sorry if that came out wrong. I just wanted tae say I’m impressed. I have no idea about any of this. Maybe you could teach me some stuff?”

“Make you my Padawan, you mean?” Ghost raises an eyebrow.

Soap smirks, unable to hold Ghost’s gaze any longer. “Yer such a nerd, Ghost,” he shakes his head, still smiling. It could’ve easily been read as an insult, yet the way Soap said it sounds more like a compliment. “But aye, make me your Padawan, Master Simon,” Soap says and bows before Ghost. That settles the matter.

Before they can open a new topic, Soap is caught off-guard by a yawn. Glancing at his wrist-watch, he’s both surprised and unsurprised by how late it is. Time flies by when you’re having fun, especially with a good company, but Soap has been on his feet for close to twenty hours now and the past week wasn’t much better. The exhaustion is catching up to him.

“Go take a shower if you want, it’ll take me a few minutes to get the couch ready,” Ghost says and nods to the piece of furniture in question.

Soap thinks for about three seconds. “You don’t need to, I can sleep on it as it is.”

“Nonsense,” Ghost rejects the idea with a finality that bars any further discussion.

Soap holds up his hands in surrender, gathers a few items from his bag and retreats to the bathroom.

Ghost spends several minutes figuring out his own piece of furniture. The thing is, he’s never needed the futon, only the sofa. After multiple failed attempts, he finally finds the right angle and amount of strength to pull and push until the bloody thing unfolds and rearranges itself.

Only now, he is faced with a different problem. Ghost doesn’t have an extra blanket and pillow, which he really should’ve thought about earlier. It’s not a difficult issue to solve. He takes a quilt from the couch and swaps it for his own blanket. The linens were changed two days ago, John should be fine with it. However, the pillow stays in Simon’s bed. If he were to use the small one from the living room, he would have a stiff neck for at least three days. Not worth it. He wouldn’t stand for John to be cold, but the pillow should be just a minor inconvenience for someone as young and fit as Soap.

Ghost quickly gets the futon ready and opens the window to let in some fresh air. It smells of rain and winter, Simon’s favourite combination if anyone ever asked.

John emerges from the bathroom, flushed and slightly damp, dressed in a plain khaki tee and black briefs. Ghost lingers on him, though not for too long. That would be rude and a little creepy, right?

“If you wake up before I do, feel free to check the fridge, make yourself a coffee or tea, everything’s in the kitchen,” Ghost instructs him. “Sergeant usually sleeps in bed with me, but maybe he’ll get curious.”

Soap blinks a few times at the last piece of information before he realises that Ghost is talking about his cat. Right. There was no way he would invite Soap into his bed like this. Not that Soap would want him to, right? They’re friends, and it would be too soon in any case. John realises Ghost is looking at him as if he expects Soap to say something.

“Aye, sure. Thank you again for having me.”

“Sure,” Ghost nods, “sleep well, Soap.”

“You too, Ghost.”

Simon retreats to the bedroom, leaving the doors slightly ajar for the cat.

#Domestic Ghoap is the best Ghoap #Ghost definitely wouldnt have extra set of blanket/pillow #But he would try so hard to be a good host #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

[little-fandom-dump]

going to try so hard to cohesively express all of my feelings about Thee israel basilica hands, so bear with me as i write a fuckin novella about this wet cat lad

(obvi spoilers for s2, e 1-7)

i am first and foremost. just incredibly impressed with his growth this season. last year, we had "he's done something to my boss's brain" and "this, whatever you've become...is a fate worse than death". last season, he had nothing but malice and spite for stede (for helping ed discover he can be soft and gentle) and ed (for letting himself change around stede) both. we know canonically now that it was all fueled by love- albeit a possessive and jealous love that hinged on his ideal perception of who ed was as blackbeard.

for years, he subjected himself to a cruel and unfulfilling affection. he allowed himself to be abused just to feel needed, to receive table scraps of attention and praise.

by all rights, he should fucking hate stede this season. after all, didn't he ruin blackbeard's pirating prowess, tarnish the version of the man he has fallen in love with? the crying in a soft velvet robe, the blanket fort and amateur poetry- these are coping mechanisms ed would never have indulged in before meeting stede.

but izzy doesn't hate stede, not really. like he says in episode 7, he understands that stede makes ed a better person- someone more loving to himself and those around him. how could he truly hate someone who does what he could not, who helps the man he loves grow into the best version of himself?

no, who izzy really hates is himself. in izzy's eyes, he's the one who pushed ed into becoming the kraken again after the breakup- he thinks he's responsible for all of the abuse and torture ed puts the crew through in the resulting weeks. the gun to jim's head, the apathy at ivan's death, the extreme psychological and physical abuse that ed inflicts onto the crew- izzy puts a lot of that blame on himself. we see this in his interaction with lucius about moving on- he dangled his leg above the shark, wasn't it really his fault when his leg was bitten off? he drinks himself half to death, begs for the crew to just kill him already, drives all of his pain inwards and inwards and inwards.

the thing about that, though? when a person engages in such self-destruction, they're bound to hurt those closest to them (ask me how i know). and he does. izzy's pain and guilt and self-hatred bleed into the lives of the crew, and it's only after he puts ed's gun to his temple and misses that he realizes it. so, what does he do? ever the unkillable bastard, izzy climbs his ragged way out onto the deck and turns the same gun back on ed. he may be a fucked-up self-loathing twat, but he can't allow (what he views as) his mistakes to hurt the crew-- or ed--anymore.

it is a testament to both the brilliant writing (and con's acting), however, that he doesn't suddenly heal after that. it wouldn't be a realistic expectation to have of him- after all, he's gone through incredible physical, emotional, and mental trauma for years now. izzy, he's not a functioning or emotionally healthy person. instead of suddenly being better and well-adjusted, he's angry and bitter and still so self-destructive. but he still tries to thank stede for the rescue. still tries to convince stede that ed didn't hate their breakup and do horrendous things to the crew and himself, still tries to keep him from knowing they (seemingly) killed him.

and when ed wakes up and stede finds himself the captain of their motley crew again, izzy is still hurting but izzy still tries. among so much hurt and devastation, he tries! and then the crew makes him a new leg, a literal embodiment of the trust and love they have for him- and he realizes that he deserves better! he deserves better for himself than to drink alone and spit venomous insults at his reflection. sure, he still drinks before noon and insults the crew-- but he also teaches stede new pirating skills, helps lucius out of his own traumatic funk, navigates the new ship dynamic as best he can. the insults are still there but there's no longer poisonous intent behind them. (the poison replaced with positivity)

the amount of grace and emotional maturity izzy is displaying in later episodes is incredible, considering what storms he's just weathered. his effort is admirable, especially towards ed and stede. he has every right to hate the two of them, to disavow them and leave the Revenge, but he doesn't. Instead, he takes time to reclaim parts of himself that were long hidden or never developed at all. chrissake, he lets himself be tender! he lets wee john help him with his makeup, sings a lilting love song to the crew, openly admits to stede that he loves ed, supports stede on the republic of pirates, allows himself to be more vulnerable than he's ever been before.

izzy sees now how good ed and stede are for each other, and he congratulates them on their, *ahem*, docking even while harboring his own jealousy and hurt. even if it's a bit of a joke, the sincerity is still there- he's willing to grin and tell stede he balances ed out, the two of them are good for each other. it's not even remotely hinted at, but i'm willing to bet izzy knew what the two of them were doing in the cabin while he was singing his soft and sweet requiem for the love he harbors for ed. and yet he still chooses to be kind and supportive to them both. to himself.

i know this post was a million paces long, but i'm just having so many feelings about izzy hands. and i'm so, so proud of him for admitting to himself that he deserves better, he deserves vulnerability, comfort, support, and the fullness of his identity as a queer person. it's a major change this season (one i honestly did not expect!), but one i love love love. great storytelling and great acting. i'm so looking forward to the future of izzy's character development.

TLDR: izzy's commitment to doing better for himself and others makes me emotional. i'm incredibly proud of him for trying to do/be better each passing moment.

#okay i promise i'm done #for now #izzy hands #israel hands #israel basilica hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd 2 #our flag means death s2 spoilers #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means gay sex #con oneill the man that you are

[harperonni]

NSR Oc’s!! here we go lads!! I’m gonna put more info about them under read more bc asdfg I just wanna yell about them! might even open up to questions about them bc I just would love love to share more omg, so feel free to ask about them if you like Also all three are trans and very queer

Left to right: Valli Styrene

She/Her, 29, trans, lesbian

Tattoo artist. Farah was one of her first customers, and her popularity rocketed after she did EVE’s thigh tattoo.

Only has one tattoo, as she’s a big perfectionist. She has lots of ideas on what she’d like, but just can’t seem to follow through on them

Often goes to EVE’s art gallaries when she can. She studied Fine art at uni, though dropped out the course on her last year. Took her a lot of retail jobs and apprenticeships before she got to where she is now. 

Fangs run in the family, but she’s not a vampire. 

Her favourite animals are actually snakes. She has a pet Ball python (despite the place where they’re renting having a no pets policy) and her name is Carmilla

Still paints from time to time, likes using gouache the most.

Farah Sol

They/She, 36, Non-binary, Pansexual

Comes from a biiigg family. Two mums, five siblings, and now five nieces/nephews. Is very close to their family, and frequently visits home (Valli and Speckle have been brought into the familly circle too, given how the three live togehter and had been friends since meeting at uni).

NSR artist - ElectroSwing (Still unsure if they have a district in the future, like if they get that popular. Maybe, only because it would be fun to imagine asdfg) 

They’re also a semi-successful author, though they go by a pseudonym (Sol Bacho) because they want their books to be read becuase they’re good, not because they’re an NSR artist. Some of their best sellers include: Vinyl City, a music foundation, RETDEX: What once was, and  Stars Aline (a romance they honestly hadn’t expected to get popular lol)

Adores cats. If she could have cats in their no pet house they would not hesitate. For now though, she goes to DJ SS’s house and snuggles his cats instead lol

(also kinda shipped them with DJ Subatomic as a joke but now it’s not a joke help)

Speckle Darling

He/Him, 35, Trans, Gay

Architect, has worked outside and in Vinyl city and over saw some of the more lived in areas, (as in, homes where people could live lol) and if I decide Farah’s a charter with their own district, is def the man Farah hires to help design their district.

Arcitecture and DIY is this mans passion! He will talk hours over the differences and imporatnace of specific window panes. 

He also relaxes with simulator games, like the sims (this man would only ever build houses, he never plays with any actual families). He would also unironically enjoy truck simulator too. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures.

He uses a cane to help walk, primarily with his left foot which is robotic. He was born without his left leg, and didn’t really get his first prosthetic until his teens years.

Is a single and divorced dad, too. Maybe a year after Farah becomes a charter, there’s a celebration on one of Farah’s songs being a big hit. Speckle drank too much and woke up in another city, married to a guy he didn’t know. The two enjoyed eachothers company, but decided to divorce. Speckle heads home, vowing to not drink again after all that happened. Three weeks later he finds out hes pregnant, and decides to keep the baby. Then, Sandi Darling was born

He adores his daughter so much, and Farah and Valli are co-godparents to Sandi. They’re reffered to as Aunt Far, and aunt Val

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr oc #no straight roads oc #ocs #farah sol #valli styrene #speckle darling #original character #if anyone has questions about them i'd love to answer omg #i've #technically shipped them all with canon characters but asdfghj

[graceisinthelibrary]

S&A Kissing prompt

42. Out of pride ♥️

It took a while, but here it is...

Pride, as Audrey had been taught from an early age, was a sin. It wasn’t right to feel superior to others and it was certainly wrong to be egotistical and arrogant. She whole-heartedly agreed with all of this and yet sometimes she felt she didn’t quite live up to those standards. She had always done her best to be humble and grateful for the good things in her life while she had never been one to believe that every hardship she had experienced during her forty-what years was a punishment from above. Siegfried used to call her a patron saint of lost causes, because she always saw the good in people even if they didn’t deserve it. When he was in one of his better moods he insisted he should be on top of the list and they laughed about it.  

This morning she had watched him from a safe distance as he was dealing with a young boy and his sick rabbit and she saw no way he could make it on top of the list. She saw a man who deeply cared and used his profession to help those who had no voice. Animals in need and in this case a small boy with freckles and ginger hair, whose parents didn’t see the need to take the rabbit to a vet. The lad had been sitting on the stairs at the front door since the early morning hours before Audrey had found him and had asked him in. 

For a man who used to be highly suspicious and impatient with most adults, Siegfried had an admirable abundance of patience with children. He took his time to examine the rabbit and ignored those who had been waiting far longer than the boy and explained to him what the cause of the inflamed ear was and how to treat it. He added a small lecture about how to avoid it in the future and about basic hygiene. When the boy insisted on paying with a bob and some candy, Siegfried refused to take it and insisted the boy organised some good hay for his rabbit and made sure he drank clean water and fed him regularly, not to mention that exercise was important and a clean cage.  

“Come back in two days and let me see if he’s better.” 

The boy obediently promised to be back and left under the watchful eyes of the others sitting in the waiting area. 

Audrey’s heart was swelling when she saw the smile on Siegfried’s face as the boy rushed out, the rabbit pressed tightly against his chest. She didn’t know how to describe the feeling that was filling up her chest. Was it love? Or pride? She was indeed proud of the man he was. The way he poured his heart into his profession without expecting anything in return from those who couldn’t afford it. Could this feeling be a sin? She had no answer to that question, but maybe she should bring it up the next time they discussed the subject in a meeting for bible studies. 

In between two appointments Audrey slipped from the first examination room into the second with a cup of tea for him. She had placed two pieces of shortbread on the saucer and put it on a pile of books. As always the desk was a mess and she had given up on bringing order to his professional chaos. 

“Brought you a brew,” she said and their eyes met as he looked over his shoulder while washing his hands. 

“Marvellous.” 

“It’s been some morning,” she mused as she leaned against the examination table. “I’ve seen you with the boy.” 

“He’s lucky, because he came in time,” he said as he dried his hands in a towel. “The little chap should be better soon.” 

“When I found him he told me he needed the best,” she recalled with a loving smile.  

Siegfried smirked, exposing his teeth. “Well, he found the best. Well done him!” She chuckled and shook her head. “You can be so daft.” 

“Do you want to deny it?” he asked as he disposed of the towel and closed the distance between them. He stopped right in front of her and took the tea cup. With delicious small sips he drank from his tea while she watching him. “So, what now? Did the cat eat your tongue?” 

“Oh no,” she answered. “Just wondering…” 

“About what?” 

“Why can't I be mad at you for being such a smug fool? Pride’s a sin, you know.” 

“Well, the last time you asked that question the answer was, because you love me,” he reminded her. “Maybe that’s changed.” 

“Wouldn’t you like that…” she mocked him. 

“My only pride and joy is having you as my wife. As for the rest, I'm simply enjoying the fruits of my hard labour in college.” 

“Is that the new humble Siegfried?” she wondered and took the cup away from him. “What about my shortbread?” he protested when she placed it out of his reach. 

“I’ve got something better for you,” she promised and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“I wonder what that could be,” he said daringly and ran his hands down her back and over her bottom cheeks. A smile curled around her lips when she leaned in to kiss him. The longer the kiss went on the more he intensified the pressure on her bum and she chuckled when she felt the effect their secretive rendezvous had on him.

“Maybe it’s best you vanish the way you came in, before I embarrass us. The blinds may be shut, but I’m afraid this room isn’t sound proofed.” 

To her regret she had to agree and gently wiped a trace of her lip gloss from his lips. “I love you and I’m proud to be your wife.” 

“Promise me to show me later how proud you really are?” He wondered, his eyebrow crooked in a way that left no doubts about his wishes. 

“Don’t be naughty,” she said with a soft chuckle. 

She let her hand linger on his chest while she moved slowly to the door. He got hold of her hand and kissed it, before he let her go. 

Back in the kitchen she kept smiling to herself and turned on the radio. There had only been two customers left and then she intended to show him how proud she really was.

#acgas 2020 #all creatures great and small #siegfried farnon #audrey hall #siegfried x audrey #fanfiction #prompt #writing prompt

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Pop AU Crossover: Survival

Chapter/Episode 5: Escape!

Sarah (Me) with two Pets Dogs/Kitsunes, Sapphire (Dog/Kitsune), and Samantha (Polter Dog/Kitsune). She is with her best friend and her pet, Sardonyx (Polter Cat), Five Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs; MS (Mystery Skulls), TSM (The Sector Mystery), MI (Mystery Ideas), MH (Mystery Hunters), and MS (Mystery Slayers) has escaped from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4, Two Hunters to hunting them! They are fleeing goals: Survive!

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After they are escaping from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4. They are fleeing from Myron and Jacob.

They are fleeing to run the forest woods.

Myron: Excellent! Run fast, my good lad! A hunt is only as good as the chase it gives!

Jacob: Good! We are running to chase them!

They are jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees.

Myron: Winston, my dear man. If they would be so kind as to release the hounds, I do believe we can get started.

Myron: Tally-Ho!

Jacob: Terrence, my servant. Need to Hunter Dogs out to them!

They keep running used jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees. After they have end to fall in leaves covered in the ground. Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs have lost them.

Myron: Looks like we’ve lost the trail.

Jacob: Have lost them...

Myron: No matter, we’ll set up camp here and resume the hunt presently!

Jacob: Will look for them and hunt, back to camp.

Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs are walking away from lost them.

Later in the underground Survivors

They are unconscious in the underground

???: Got you now, you swine!

???: Gotten you!

They are waking up and they see two mysterious survivors who have survived. Two mysterious survivors quickly realized they are not hunters.

???: Wait - you’re not Van Buren.

???: Wait, not Carmen. They have escaped from Van Buren and Carmen?

Sarah (Me): Who are they?

Max: Max McGullicatty, at your service.

Milo: Milo Sherwood, I’m a survivor.

Ellie: Wait... Milo and Max are meeting them?

Milo: Elli, you meet them. She has helped us escape from Myron and Jacob.

Ellie: Right, my name is Ellie. I'm the former Chef Cook of Jacob.

Laura (You): They’re the ones who left all those clues for us!

Max: That’s right. We’ve been on the run from Van Buren and Carmen for over a year now, waiting for someone like us to show up.

Milo: They were hunters, we had escaped.

Max: We’ve been able to survive underground even with their gammy leg and gammy arm - but with your help, we can turn the tables on Van Buren and Carmen!

Matilda: We'd like nothing more, what do we do?

Max: The old sawmill is the perfect place for us to spring a trap. We'll need a rope, gear, and a whistle. Get those, and then we’ll capture Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Right, going. Watch out for Van Buren and Carmen have to search for them. Need to hide and sneak.

Ellie: True, goals are to stop Myron and Jacob for all.

Sarah (Me): Right, we got it.

Molly got a fishing pole and got them. They go underground over the surface and sneak away from Van Buren and Carmen can be noticed by us with their hunter Dogs. They are noticing that sticks on the ground will be soundly and Woodpeckers will be alarmed. Maxy uses the fishing pole to get the whistle from Camp Bases.

Maxy: I got it.

They are back to the underground and way to the underground. Vera pushed the large rock to reach before hunter dogs noticed that they had alerted them to their owners. Vera hides behind tall large bushes hunting dogs and keeps pushing rocks. Success rock on rock. She reached the top of the tall ground. She noticed that the plane was destroyed.

Vera: Oh my God... our plane is destroyed... need another thing.

Vera reached the tree trunk and pushed the tree down. She climbed to the wall to go to the tree to see the bear had a trap with rope. She untied the rope from the free bear. She is down and has got a rope. She goes to the underground tunnel going to Dam. She carefully traps. She goes to free the beaver in a trap. She got a gear. They are back to Max and Milo.

Max: Perfect! Take that equipment to the sawmill and set up a trap for Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Soon ready to trap going to capture them!

They are back to the underground and way left to the sawmill. They are waiting for Myron and Jacob is searching for them and away. They got the sawmill. Vera put the gear with gears. Vicki goes to the top of the trap and ropes. She pushed the trap to get perfect. She puts ropes to knots to up a trap. Vicki going to teams. Maxy use the whistle to call. They are noticing Myron and Jacob are not here. Myron and Jacob are behind them and are surprised they are getting traps.

Myron: Got them know!

Jacob: They are know!

Sarah and her Friends: Yikes!

Myron: Very clever! They nearly had me. But no one outfoxes Myron Van Buren and Carmen.

Jacob: They are fleeing from us! We are great Hunters!

Sarah (Me): Why are they doing this?

Myron: The thrill of the hunt, my dear! All for the thrill of the hunt.

Jacob: Yes, am I.

Myron: Now... Time for us to add another trophy to our collection.

Jacob: Right got us!

Max and Milo ride on the Bear to save them from Myron and Jacob. Ellie going to save them from Hunters.

Max: Tally-Ho!

Bear used to free them from traps. Myron and Jacob are scared and shocked that the Survivors are alive.

Myron and Jacob: AHH!

Myron: No matter - my aim's just as good from here!

Jacob: True, got them!

Laura (You): Not if I can help it!

They jump to Hunters to step backward to trap the sawmill. Two Beavers used their tails to slap them in the faces. They walked and watched to trap Myron and Jacob.

Maxy: Have a taste of your own medicines!

Max: They’ve made your last hunt. Van Buren and Carmen.

Milo: No more hunt for us again.

Ellie: I’m no longer chef cook for us. I’m free, I'll have help with them. Bye.

Later, Max and Milo take Myron's Helicopter and Jacob's Helicopter to get Ellie going to get them and the Teams are going back to the home of civilization. They have survived the woods.

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For @laurasanchez36

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me 

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs 

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to her msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs 

Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YT Series 

Poptropica Survival belongs to Games of Poptropica 

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls ghost #msa #msa oc #mystery skulls oc #msa sona #mystery skulls sona #msa ocs #mystery skulls ocs #msa sonas #mystery skulls sonas #poptropica #msa x poptropica #msa x poptropica au #survival #survival island #poptropica survival island #chapter 5 #episode 5 #msa x pop: survival ch/ep: 5: escape #escape

[atombonniebaby]

I post so many pics of the big guy, but I don't think I've really gone into his background too much...and I was in the mood to info dump!

Nathanial Alasdair Watt

Age: 37

Nationality: Scottish

As the General of the Commonwealth Minutemen, he has earned a place in the hearts of the people. His kind demeanor and bravery have won him the admiration of many. As a pre-war, decorated war hero, Nate knows a thing or two about combat, leadership, and survival. His reputation precedes him.

Just a bunch of facts and screenies of my boy below the cut 🙌

Cat Like Reflexes and sense of exploration: At 6ft, he's surprisingly agile on his feet. Growing up in his family's profession (that's still a secret 😏) he needed that upper body strength and found he was more than comfortable being up high. 💪🏻

Teddy Bear: He comes across as someone not to mess with, but this big lad has a big heart and a big personality that is tested a lot post-war...but when you're General of the Minutemen... whilst simultaneously trying to make sure the other factions don't annihilate each other... well you gotta maintain a sense of humour... so Nate enjoys knowing people find him intimidating, just to watch their faces when he deadpans a somewhat dubious response... oh and he'll never ditch that twirly mustache! (his tats are a form of self expression, but two have meaning. The rose on his neck, with Nora's name...and Shaun's name under his wedding band)

The Wanderer: The fact that he ended up settling down was a surprise to him as much as it was to everyone who knew him pre-war. Nate grew up on the road, his family traveled all over. Moving to America from Scotland when he was was a young lad of fifteen... leaving homeland was something that took Nate some time to accept and it wasn't until his sister came along two years later that Nate stopped being angry at the world.

The Sole Survivor: Seventeen years her senior, he was very close to his baby sister Elspeth, and was as much a part of defining the bright young woman she grew up to be. Nate and Nora recognised El needed stability and had a dream of doing more than just tinkering. She had a knack for robotics and fascination for how things work. So they offer her a place to stay whilst she studied in Boston. Losing his best friend and partner in crime is particularly hard on Nate, because El was the only person he could ever truly let his guard down around.

Atom's Gift: Nate's unphased by a lot of things, and one of those things is radiation. "Sole Survivor" isn't a new moniker to Nate, who's often found himself coming to in wake of destruction. Survivor's guilt is something he's had to endure many times over... and to some extent it makes him reckless... it's difficult to keep a level head in the heat of the moment when you feel like nothing can touch you.

Protector of Strays: So when he stumbles up a canny looking German Shepherd, he doesn't think twice about letting him tag along. "Dugmeat" helps Nate a lot in the early days out of the Vault, and it is rare you'll see Nate without his hairy shadow (oh and taking in 'strays' does extend to the human variety)

Nobody is beyond redemption (mostly): Nate's fatal flaw is probably his inibility to say no, and if faced with someone (or a group of someones) whom may be deemed 'unsavoury' or 'a risk' if Nate sees potential, then he's gonna try. So, when Nate meets MacCready, he sees a lot of his younger self... a young guy down on his luck who just needs somebody to give him a chance... it isn't long before the pair bond and Nate truly takes the young scrap under his wing. Being close in ages with his late sister, he's used to dealing with difficultly headstrong individuals... But to be clear, you only get one chance. If you break his trust, don't expect to be given a second chance.

More than just business partners: When Nate meets Jacob, the stranger who hears his radio broadcast about setting up a new Settlement in his old neighbourhood of Sanctuary Hills with his "ASAM" sensors. Nate decides to humor the guy, and quickly finds himself revisiting feelings he'd spent a great deal of his younger years trying to ignore... and tries to again. But in the Commonwealth, life has a way of reminding you that every moment is precious... Nate takes a chance.

At a Minute's Notice: A natural leader and protector, the Minutemen reformation was the foundation Nate needed to build upon. With Jake's ASAMs and Nate's influence, more factions emerge in the Commonwealth, and Nate is more than happy to support in any way he can... if there is a uniform that fits, he'll wear it.

All seeing he is not: Sometimes the world has a way of humbling you and there is nothing more frustrating for this Sole Survivor than having his specs knocked off his face in the heat of battle...or having to rummage around in the dirt and debris long after.

I can't wait to tell you their story

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #fallout oc #Fallout OC lore #fallout screenhots #fallout maccready #fallout nate #fallout jake #sim settlements 2 berman #fallout sim settelments 2 #fallout 4 sim settlements 2 #sim settlements 2 jake #sim settlements 2 #maccready #fo4 maccready #robert joseph maccready #fallout companions #rj maccready #robert maccready #fallout dogmeat

[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

bestie can you write smth with christian where you go on the first date and he’s all nervous and cute tyy x

Of course bestie :)

You were tired of dating all these boys who would eventually break you, the mere thought of meeting someone new and having to get to know them have you the ick. You were best friends with the Mason Mount who played on Chelsea.

You were kind of having a thing for an American lad who played with Mason, you had mentioned it to Mason and every time you guys were near each other Mason would away tease you and Christian. You thought it was weird how he would always not just you but you didn’t think too much into it.

So one day you received a text from an unknown number. It said Hey pretty girl I got your number from your best friend, I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me someplace nice? -C. You immediately text Mason, really Mase? You not only told Christian but you told him to ask me on a date? Not even five min later he texted you back, well Y/N he wanted to ask you out and of course I support it cause you like him and he likes you!!

You put your phone down and were smiling at the fact that Mason had said he liked you back.

So you open the thread with Chris and tell him, of course sweet cheeks…just let me know when and what time you’ll pick me up? You put your phone down and turned the tv on, like three minutes go by and you hear your phone ping so you pick it up and see Chris texted you back saying Does tomorrow sound good? Maybe around 7? We can go anywhere you decide, but be ready by 6:55! You smiled and texted him your address.

———————————Next Day———————————

It 6:30 and you started getting ready for your date, nervous was an understatement! You were curling your hair, and decided on wearing this dress because you guys had decided to go to dinner to Ave Mario.

You decided to go with a Smokey/natural look so you didn’t feel like you were going all the way. By the time you finished it was 6:55, and then you hear the doorbell to your flat go off. So you run down the hall to your door, you pull yourself together before opening the door. You open the door and you see Christian standing with red roses on your porch, “God Y/N you look gorgeous! Are you ready?” You started blushing at the comment “Yeah I am, let me put the roses in water before we leave! Do you want to come in while I put them?” Christian nodded his head lightly, you both make your way to your kitchen with a quiet Christian walking behind you fiddling with his fingers. You look over your shoulder, “Are you ok? Cause it seems like the cat took your tongue” Chris started to chuckle, “Sorry it’s just I’m kind of nervous, cause I haven’t been on a date with someone as pretty as you” You started blushing even more at the comment, “Come on Chris that’s bs, you have all these girls throwing themselves at you and your nervous? I thought you’d be used to be around pretty girls like me” you smiled at the end of the sentence, he started chuckling “yeah I know but I don’t have feelings for them, like I haven’t ever been on a date with a girl I really like” you finish cutting the stem of the roses and put them in a vase with water.

“Well now that you’re done let’s go get some food cause I’m hungry” Christian said, you started laughing at the change of attitude “Damn honey you went from I’m nervous to I’m starving so let’s go get food before I starve even more” you both started laughing. You go outside and Christian opened the passenger door for you to get in, and closed it behind you. He hopped into the driver seat and you guys were on your way to the restaurant. The rest of the night Christian was less nervous and cracking jokes making both of you laugh. You spent the rest of the night enjoying each others presence.

I hope you liked it anon! I did a little twist on this piece, hope you enjoy reading it :)

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic imagine #football imagines #football imagine #futbol imagines #futbol imagine #soccer imagines #soccer imagine

[littlequeenies]

In that 1989 Demri pic with Layne and friends on the lake, are there other Alice in Chains members there? Are Jerry or Mike in the photo? I think Fabiola is there and Krisha (Jerry's girlfriend at the time) said she was there. I think I don't see Sean, but I wonder if the lad next to Layne, or the one in front of Dem (holding the bongo) is Jerry. Thank you.

Hi there!

So we are not very familiar with the Alice in Chains members (beside Layne) so we're going to reply as best as we can.

This is the photo (posted on facebook by Fabiola long time ago):

(source)

Krisha Augerot, who was dating Jerry on and off, she said: "I was dating Jerry off and on, and hanging out with Demri. We’d all go to the beach every day during that summer at Magnuson Park ... It was a very free, loving time. In the liner notes [of Above], he said something about, ‘I’ll always remember that summer’... That really fresh, youthful time that we all had before it was all about drugs. He mentioned a few names in there – I think he mentions my name, Demri, and another girl named Fabiola, ... I know that meant a lot to him – that whole time period."

And Fabiola said: "Remembering that summer of ‘89 when we were young and innocent, and free. Layne, Demri and I walking through the long grasses on the trails of Magnuson Park, heading to meet up with El Steiner, Freedom James, Krisha, Jerry, Betzold, Dmitri and others. Demri carrying her conga drum with a scarf wrapped around it, me a bottle and a stick. Layne’s hair half in dreads and curls with his goatee braided and one of my beads dangling on the end of it. He’s wearing ripped up jean shorts and Dem and I in our bikinis. His and Demri’s chests bare and golden from the sun, sparkles in our eyes and smiles, lots of smiles. We were going to worship, have a drum circle with our friends on the shores of Lake Washington and swim in it’s waters on a hot summer day"

(Thank you to Memories of Demri for the quotes, full memories on her insta or our original post)

So according to both women, Jerry was there, but there are also many other names on the list as Fabiola says...

These are Krisha (left, unknown date) and Fabiola (right, 1993) with Demri:

I honestly cannot see them on the photo. I tought Fabiola was the one in red in the bottom, but she says she was wearing a bikini...

And this is Alice in Chains in 1989 (source) (L-R Sean Kinney, Mike Starr, Layne and Jerry), and Jerry in 1993 with sunglasses and a ponytail (source)

So yeah, the guy next to Layne with the sunglasses might could be Jerry but somehow we don't know... Jerry said he and Layne had matching tattoos because they had a very strong bond (he took care of the cat Sadie when Layne passed away) but I don't know when they got them...

According to both Krisha and Fabiola they did this the whole summer, so maybe that day they weren't there (the photo was taken by Anna Hrnjak) but maybe Jerry and even the other AIC members were there on another occasion.

As said, we are not very familiar with AIC, but there are many tumblr blogs here that are, so hopefully someone can help with that!

I know we have some photos of Demri with the whole band or with Sean, but it would be great to see her hanging with the other band members!

#anon #anonymous question #anon ask #anonymous #alice in chains #aic #demri parrott #demri parrott murphy #demri lara murphy #demri lara parrott #demri lara parrott murphy #jerry cantrell #layne staley #fabiola gonzalez #krisha augerot #memories #1989 #1989 demri #magnuson park #seattle #grunge #1980s #1990s #quotes #sean kinney #mike starr

[odysseywritings]

From Xanadu To Kublai Kahn

@flashfictionfridayofficial

The boys were ready to start their summer vacation for a summer to never forget. Three loners throughout most their school life, they've united under a pact to protect themselves from bullies and ostracism. The trio have since shared interests, stories, online game time, and the true and tried practice of sharing uncomfortable facts.

Vince sprung out of bed, equipped a binder, and pumped himself for a set of push-ups. He called Mark, who grumbled over how early it was.

"Christ, man," he brushed his red hair and got in his wheelchair. "We still got hours to prepare. The sun isn't even a ball yet."

"Relax, Marky Mark, nothing wrong with a head start. Didja hear anything from Pete yet?"

"No, but he's always been slow. Give him an hour or else gets all mopey and shit."

Sure as rain, Theo called both on the shared message server exactly on 9:00.

"I have brought all the necessary materials, including an assortment of nonperishable food items and my inhaler. There are a couple of books in my collection that will be saved in case we are stuck without electricity. If I forget anything, I apologize. Otherwise, I will blame you two."

"Thanks for the speech, professor," Mark said. "Vince said he has the coordinates for the GPS and I got a map just in case."

"Excellent. I will reconvene at around 10:15."

The boys had only one driver in the group, and Vince was more than happy to bring his junker to the meeting place. A moving derelict covered in dents, rust, and pieces dangling by a thread that has only survived through pure luck.

"Oh, baby!" Vince yelled out his window. "This beaut can take us across the country and back faster than the Mach 5."

"And deader than the Hindenburg," Mark chided. "Now you're sure this is a real place? I can't find anything about this-"

"Pleasuredome."

"...Yeah, that name doesn't sound real."

"The best things never do! That's why we have to go. The place that makes us MEN. Excitement, riches, and babes."

"I feel," Pete started, "our hubris might lead us to perils that makes us wish to return home. It's a hell of a consternation brewing within."

"So why are you coming then, scaredy cat?"

"This might be one of those cases where the journey leads us to a more metaphysical and intrinsic fulfillment that carnal desires cannot provide." Pete paused and scratched his neck. "I also want to get kissed by a beautiful girl."

"All right," Mark sighed, "enough chit chat. Let's get rolling."

"Hah, humourous, because the car and your wheelchair literally roll."

"Oh, my God."

The gang got in the car and drove out to the path, starting off normal enough onto the highway, and Pete lent Vince a CD out of 12 to get rid of monotony on the road. Vince shrugged and put it in, not a huge fan or hater of most music. It must've been an 80s selection as the first track was Welcome to the Pleasuredome by Frankie Goes To Hollywood.

The trio loosened up to the steady, cool bass as they went through a tunnel. There was a yellow sign by it in scratched out wording and an odd human position neither saw before, but they were too distracted by the confident song to care. The tunnel continued to extend as the boys headbanged to the driving drums and slick audio. Something within them was bursting out, something primal and exhilarating, as if their bodies transformed for the gold up ahead. The music swelled and even the grouchy Mark and reserved Pete were moving and smiling. And the vocals pulled their fist pumping eagerness out with a choral, caveman-like,

HOO! HA! HOO-HA!

HOO! HA! HOO-HA!

The boys let the darkness engulf them as the sporadic tunnel lights gave brief highlights of their elated faces. The tunnel nearest the end but there was no light coming out. Mark was the first to be suspicious as he turned around and saw it was dark behind as well. He looked back as Vince exclaimed.

"We're a long way from home, lads! Welcome to..."

The gang was assaulted by a series of neon lights scattered like fireflies on mountains that grew the farther they went. Twisting gold buildings that spiraled, a tower with a leggy blonde's billboard smiling coyly, a manmade ocean supporting a sparkling yacht. And there was still the opulent, white dome in the distance beckoning them.

"The Pleasuredome!"

#writeblr #creative fiction #original writing #road trip #writblr #mywriting #njm

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Why is it so hard to find Heartstopper fanfics that are NOT explicitly AUs?

Like, I have tried finding some, and everything is like:

Nick Nelson, the star athlete at a small-town high school, falls for nerdy beauty Charlie Spring at a holiday karaoke party. When they return to campus, Nick and Charlie audition for the upcoming school musical. Meanwhile, the jealous Ben Hope conspires to squelch their chances. The two must struggle to make it to auditions while also meeting their existing obligations to the rugby team and the academic decathlon.

The story follows Nick Nelson, the son of Sarah Nelson, the first female President of the United States. After he gets into a fight with Prince Charlie of the United Kingdom, the two must feign a friendship to prevent a media crisis. However, it works a little too well and they start to fall in love. This presents problems, since Nick's mother is in the middle of a re-election campaign and Charlie's family wants him to continue their bloodline.

A merman named Nick, the youngest of the seven children of the Sea King, Stephaneptune. Apparently unique among his kind, he is fascinated by the human world, although Stephaneptune has a hatred for humans that makes pursuing his interest quite difficult. One night, a forbidden visit to the surface leads him to fall in Love at First Sight with human Prince Charlie, and he ends up rescuing him when his ship is destroyed in a storm. Now desperate to become a human, he barters his voice to the sea witch Benjamin for a spell that will turn him human. If he can win True Love's Kiss from Charlie within three days, he can keep his humanity; otherwise, he'll become just another polyp in Benjamin's collection. But the sea witch has his own motives to tempt Stephaneptune's son, and he knows that Charlie won't recognize Nick without his beautiful, beautiful voice…

Nick Nelson is the Big Man on Campus and has everything going for him: hot girlfriend Imogen, his choice of university, school rugby star, student council president. When his girlfriend dumps him for second-hand world reject TV soap star Ben Hope, Nick bets his friend Tao Xu that he can replace her and make anyone in school popular in just six weeks. Tao takes that bet and selects Charlie Spring, a poor but clever art student, to be the object of Nick's experiment. Nick gets to work.

Using a pair of earrings and the magic of his Fairy Companion Tikki, Nick Nelson, a high school boy living in England, has the power to become the superhero Rugby Lad-bug. Joining in his adventures is a black-clothed Cat Boy named Chat Noir, whose secret identity happens to be Charlie Spring, Nick's crush. Like Lad-bug, he gains his power from his companion Plagg. Neither are aware of each other's identity, and thus proves to be a challenge for them. Lad-bug and Chat Noir are pursued by the villainous Hawk Moth, who seeks to gather the Miraculous…es for his own sinister purposes. To this end, he corrupts the ordinary citizens of England with his akuma, turning them into supervillains to do his bidding, and it's up to the two to keep their powers from falling into the wrong hands and to protect England from the various evil forces.

High school student Charlie Spring moves to Forks, Washington to live with his father. There he meets and almost instantly falls in love with Nick Nelson, a beautiful, mysterious boy in his science class, soon revealed to be a vampire. Their relationship has a rocky start, but eventually, they win each other over… just when a disastrous visitor arrives in Forks.

Charlie Spring, son of the world's two most famous superheroes, is about to start high school at Hero Academy, a school exclusively for people with superpowers and his parents' alma mater. Between dealing with his best friend Tao Xu(plant controller), the son if his parent's archnemesis, Nick Nelson (fireball thrower) and the typical cliques of high school (being either a hero or "Hero Support"), Charlie must also face the embarrassing fact that, despite his pedigree, he does not seem to have any superpowers. At least not yet…

Benjamin Hope one day bumps his head and regains memories of his past life as a 16-year-old boy. It is then that he realizes he has been reborn into the world of the show "Heartstopper", as the show's villain who is doomed to be a lonely, self-hating jerkass. To avoid this route that leads to doom, Ben begins taking countermeasures. This, however, ends up having unexpected consequences on his relations with the other characters of the show's world.

Yeahh.... all of these are actually the synopsis of other works, but the point still stands.

NGL, I kinda sorta wanna see/write some of these, especially the Sky High, Miraculous and My Next Life as a Villainess ones.

#Heartstopper

[bigxrig]

Books

How To Stop Time by Matt Haig

Fics

Word Play 2022

One To Grow On by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Liam’s booked himself a private session for his birthday to finally properly explore his interest in spanking. After all the months of build up, a simple 29 spankings for 29 years would probably be celebration enough. But he and Louis might each have a surprise in store, too.

Darling, Can't You See by @tommokat

“You’re joking.”

“I am very much not joking. There are a total of thirteen royal pets I’m to look after, and ten of those pets are cats and they’re all the Prince’s.”

~

Louis’ the new caretaker of the royal pets and Harry is the prince with a gentle heart and countless felines.

Close Enough To Touch by @louandhazaf

There had been chart topping singles and sold out arenas when Louis Tomlinson was one fifth of the world's most successful boyband.

Embarking on his first solo tour was stressful enough without his closest friends encouraging him to push even further outside of his comfort zone. Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely. It was the last thing Louis thought he needed.

He was wrong.

Fangs Yells by @larrieblr

Louis can never remember that he’s invisible in mirrors.

Without the ability to assess his appearance, Louis instead uses the judgment of his two-thousand years on this world to style his hair, palms carefully perfecting the frizzy mullet the band had decided on as their signature look. A stick of kohl rolls around on the counter; he stops it with a knuckle, then draws two strong black lines on his eyelids. A leather vest hugs his shoulders, and a Gibson Les Paul accompanies him to the stage of the castle they’ve seized as their regular performance venue.

Or, a vampire rock band au.

Just Enough by @neondiamond

Harry and Louis meet up in Venice.

If Only You Know How Bad I Want This Scandal by @fallinglikethis

Louis sees a late night ad for a phone sex line and thinks he'd like to get off to the puppy eyed lad staring out at him. Fate has other plans.

You'll Be My Resolution by @harryventura

Louis liked reading best because he saw these characters as just people with their lives taken out of their own hands. Their world came from the mind of someone else, and Louis wished he had that privilege. He wished that his problems existed because someone else gave them to him and so could just as easily take them away. But he didn’t believe in any kind of higher power. The only thing controlling him was fear, and ultimately that was all on him.

Louis is severely agoraphobic and Harry is the phone sex operator who gives him that little bit of sanity.

Puppy Love by @neondiamond

Louis is a dog trainer and Liam just got a puppy for the first time. Dogs are sometimes smarter than one might think.

Here Take My Sweater by @tommokat

“Just with me for my foot rubs and my sweaters, huh?”

“You got it!”

~

Nesting ft. The Green Sweater

wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight by @mercutionotromeo

Wherein Louis is a phone sex operator who would much rather listen to his pretty curly-haired neighbor get off through the wall than do his job.

honey, baby by @grimmpitch

“Here,” Louis breathes when the waiter steps away, holding his jacket up like a peace offering. “I know it’s kind of wet,” he winces; it’s more than a little wet, “but it’ll warm you up a bit.”

The corner of the shop they’re crammed cosily into is just beside the newly turned on heaters, but it’s still too chilly to warm up naturally cold omega bodies quickly enough. Louis gets a tiny smile in answer and dainty hands plucking the jacket to slip it on, the anxious scent of citrus melting slowly as they rub sweater paws on their flushed cheeks and exhale a light breath.

The Refferal by @disgruntledkittenface

Louis has noticed that since he turned fifty, his sex drive has started to slow down. Unfortunately, that’s not the case for his younger boyfriend Harry. A problem solver by nature, Louis wants to do something special for Harry, to show him how much he appreciates him even after ten years together. When he suggests getting a referral for a sex worker to give Harry what he hasn’t been lately, it doesn’t take long for Harry to agree.

And then they meet Tom.

Grape Juice Blues by @tommokat

“Daddy? Daddy, how much longer?”

Louis spares a glance off the road, frowning when he finds Harry squirming in his seat. “Honeybunch, this is why I said to chill on the juice.”

“I did!” Harry protests. “I stopped when you said that! But I drank too much already and now I really have to potty!”

Just The Start by @littleroverlouis

Louis is a fifty-two year old divorcé who has fallen into rut. He never anticipated a forced day of self care, and a chance meeting with a charming salon owner would shake him out of his comfort zone.

To Voice My Love by @larrysballetslippers

“It’s nothing” It came out too high, his body betrayed him again. Harry sighed when Andrew’s frowny face got even worse. “Okay, I had a umm question.”

“Spill it, Styles.” Andrew said in a stern voice, he could easily dominate Harry if he wanted to. Andrew was a switch, but he never tried to do anything to Harry, maybe Louis didn’t let him. Harry wouldn’t mind being tied up and bossed around by him.

“I… umm.” Harry started blushing. “How do you like, make Louis tick?”

Or, Harry wants to be spanked but doesn’t know how to tell Louis, so he asks his other boyfriend, Andrew, for help.

#28th appreciation #september reads #i looks tiny but if i included every individual wordplay fic it would be longer than a cvs receipt #monthly reads

[solsticewcrp]

"Visitors?" A thick-set, burly cat sat on the warm rock, his paws dipped into the warmth of the hot spring as BlizzardClan's leader, Dovemoon, looked up, his eyes raking over the newcomers. "Who sanctioned this?!" The old tom growled. "There's to be no outsiders within our borders! Ugh…Well, I suppose if you're here, you should be taught the rules so you don't trespass again. The following are laws I, Dovemoon, have instated into the Clan since I came to power." Dovemoon sat up, twitching his long whiskers free of water before adopting a more noble post, his shoulders squared and back with his nose held high like a king overlooking his kingdom.

1) Outside of Gatherings and enforcing borders, cats outside the Clan are forbidden to be spoken to or acknowledged. "They're only here to threaten our peace and weaken our bloodline- they are scum! Drive them out, at the expense of your life if it comes to it. You will be protecting the future of BlizzardClan."

2) Food must first go to monarchs and kits, then to the leader. After paying your dues, you may eat. "Monarchs and kits are what is keeping the future of this Clan alive, and they must be shown the same respect you would show me. After that, I am the first to eat. As your leader, I need to keep my strength up so I can continue to look after you all."

3) Keepers are the Leader's right-paw, and count for two votes against the one of a regular cat. "The Keepers of the Clan are close to me and know what's best for you- therefore they get more say. This does not mean they are infallible, which is why the sanctity of the vote is still established."

4) Those seen consorting with the enemy without good reason are traitors to be executed. "Anyone carousing around with BloomClan or outsiders makes their loyalty clear. The only reason to do so would be to trade away our secrets- to weaken the Clan! These traitors are scum and will be given five seconds to run from camp before being chased down by The Keepers and other volunteers."

5) Apprentices and Warriors must recite The Pledge every dawn before their leader: The Pledge: I will not falter, I will not fail. BlizzardClan is never frail. I will be swift, I will be strong For our strikes are fast and claws are long. Our leader carries us through the storm And helps us through towards the dawn. I pledge my life to our cause To meet all threats with outstretched claws I will fight and kill and die For BlizzardClan's dominion is nigh!

"The Pledge reminds us all that we are a united unit, ruled under the watchful, loving eye of your leader. I will do my utmost to protect you, and you will do your utmost to protect the Clan."

Dovemoon turned to the visitors, his eye gleaming with threat. "Now you'd best be on your way, lads and lassies, for my patience for scum like you is very short." He spat tersely, his lip curling upwards. As he approached, one pawstep at a time, it was as if two cats were walking in near-lockstep. "I'll give you those five seconds to run. Five…"

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