#they cant say fuck yet but they could probably get away with hell

[haemosexuality]

one step closer to being real

#they cant say fuck yet but they could probably get away with hell #adventure time #fionna and cake #when/if this gets to 10k im turning rbs off #its at 9k rn so it probably will soon #post neutered everyone go home #ok this has calmed down enough that im turning rbs on again

[shower-phantom-ideas]

You guys just don’t understand

You can’t even begin to grasp the amount of pranks Danny could pull on super heros (is that one words? Superheros?)

Added a read more because I hate long posts

Danny as a ghost is so powerful. Like our boy can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! Do you even grasp how much more unique he is than the others guys??

Jokes aside just imagine if you will. Danny could leave batburger cups next to Batman all the time (he comes back later to toss em out of Big ol B doesn’t)

Like hell we talk about Danny just showing up basically stalking the heros but ok hear me out. He didn’t mean to figure out Batmans identity ok but he was in the right place at the right time and over heard some stuff. Now he follows Bruce Wayne around instead. Always spitting out if a batburger cup. Maybe Bruce makes eye contact with him and one time Danny just leans his drink out to as one does to offer a sip xD the man is horrified.

For the ?Robins? The other bats maybe he leaves gifts of sorts. Stuff they would like made from his ice or something. He can understand becoming a hero young and most (if not all) of them did that. He plays favourites with the younger Heros for sure. But hes still making them have there “God?? Is that you” moments like everyone else.

Hell he could follow Superman around and always make his cape flow against the wind and the Hero wouldn’t know wtf is going on. Maybe Superman hears a very slight snickering maybe but the prank is harmless enough so why worry too much. I mean it’s probably bad someone can do this without getting detected till they give themselves away by laughing but nothing harmful yet. (Yet would emphasise Batman)

I don’t know anything about GreenArrow but I assume he uses a bow and arrow so I could imagine Danny grabbing his arrows and making them fly in crazy wild paths before hitting their mark.

Idk honestly how he would fuck with GreenLatern besides like using his ghost powers to try and one up his ring. Like Lantern makes a shield? Danny makes a better one next to it or in front of it. Tbh it’s actually helping Danny get better at his powers so he does this a lot rip Hal (I did not know he was played by Ryan Reynolds maybe ill watch the newer movie)

He refuses to mess with Wonder Woman because the Phandom has told me she is his fav thus he refuses to prank her. He respects her too much and is a huge enough fan that hes too nervous to even approach. Thus she thinks she is this pranksters least favourite since she is never bothered.

Aqua-man (thx for the correction siri) is pretty fun to prank because Danny can follow the man underwater. Idk anything about science of it but imagine Danny like making a space he can talk in with his ice powers (making a bubble of sorts) to make spooky noises at ?Arthur? (R we seriously going with Arthur in this one?) like I assume without actual fish related powers, or with them I havent seen any thing aquaman, you can’t talk underwater. But also if Danny figures out his real name hes 100% gonna be playing the Hey Arthur theme at this man all the time.

He just lowkey overshadows cyborg. Not in a controlling way but just along for the ride kinda way. He was gonna make remarks about his tech but ended up being stunned by how good it is. “Fam I aint gonna lie. I came here to follow you around and make comments like a streamer but your tech is crazy cool. I mean you could have saved a little room with a more compact cooling unit but I mean this is probably some of the best stuff I have seen outside my family!” Or something idk. Maybe he goes full on antman in coldwar

As for the Flash thats pretty simple. He doesn’t let the Flash run from him. I don’t think Danny could keep up with the Flash at all. Like man cants have everyones powers (can’t he tho) but he just hangs on and pretends to have followed. I mean hes invisible the whole time so not like anyone can see lmao though if (idk who the flash is? So ill use Barry cause thats why google say) if Barry goes too fast he might get Danny to give up the game cause boy is on the side vomiting. Barry is pretty smug about probably being the first to throw the prankster for a loop but Danny is just on the side like “how can you go that fast and not be sick dude”

Like tbh I was gonna just make a list of pranks he pulls on Batman but yall seem to enjoy the Justice League so here go off I guess.

Honestly I had to charge my phone so I forget a lot of the post rip this kne

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #why is this happening you ask? #well Amity Park got destroyed by GIW and Danny can’t go back to the Zone because Vlad destroyed his whole place and moved to avoid the GIW #so Danny is doing anything to keep his mind off it #not the healthiest of mechanisms but hes like 14 or 16 so whats he know #jazz would know but shes dead (I hate killing off jazz tbh) #following around these Heros is all he has to do to keep himself distracted #plus it helps feel his protective obbsession because he can help a little here and there #I know I make the danny follows the heros around posts a lot but theres a reason for it #danny feels like such a failure so he wants to learn from them #he needs to learn from them #he has to do better he has to get better so he wont loose everything again #oop hope yall don’t read my tags it’s a mess in here

[tennessoui]

anyone remember the divorce lawyer au?

(first ficlet posted here, along with the explanation post) (1.5k)

“Of all the gin joints in the world, you walk into mine,” the very familiar and incredibly grating voice of Anakin Skywalker greets Obi-Wan mere moments after he settles into a seat at the end of the bar. 

“No,” Obi-Wan says automatically, though he isn’t quite sure what he’s protesting. It’s an instinctive sort of no. A plaintitive no. A for the love of all things holy, I cannot be expected to deal with this now as well sort of no. 

Even though, technically, Mr. Skywalker is right. Of all the damn gin joints in the world, he happened to walk into one already hosting Anakin.

“Well,” Anakin sounds considering now. He doesn’t particularly sound as if he’s planning on leaving. “I guess of all the dive bars in Vegas, you happened to walk into mine. But I’m pretty sure they sell gin here! Though I guess I don’t know how much gin needs to be sold at a bar before it’s classified as a gin joint.” Now his voice sounds even more considering. Closer too.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as she slides down closer to him. It’s not very loud in here, still relatively early and so not overly crowded, but she leans forward across the bartop as if having trouble hearing him.

Anakin sits down in the seat next to Obi-Wan rather aggressively, brushing their shoulders and thighs together. “You can put his drinks on my tab, thanks,” he announces. “We’re together.”

“We’re not together,” Obi-Wan tells her. “But yes, you can put my drinks under his tab. Much obliged. An old fashioned, thank you. A double. No cherry.”

“You got it,” the woman says, turning away to make his drink. 

Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a second to pray for patience before he turns to look at Anakin Skywalker.

He is just as beautiful as he was two weeks ago when he’d last stopped into Obi-Wan’s office, tearful, hungover bride in tow for a quick divorce before her plane ride back to Australia.

It isn’t fair.

“We could be together,” Anakin says. His eyes are dark, his head canted forward, his thigh still brushing Obi-Wan’s. “Just for the night.” “You know, I’ve always thought you were a lot less sober when you proposed to strangers,” Obi-Wan tells him drolly, accepting his drink from the bartender with a wave of his hand. “I’ve been picturing you absolutely sloshed stumbling down the aisle.”

“You’re not a stranger, Mr. Kenobi,” Anakin replies. “You’re my go-to divorce attorney.”

“Normal people do not have those,” Obi-Wan says, taking a sip of his drink. It’s strong at least, thank God.

“People get divorced all the time,” Anakin argues, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the bartop to look over at Obi-Wan. “You were the one that told me that divorce can be just as healthy as marriage.”

“Don’t remind me,” he mutters, taking another bigger sip. He really, really does not want to talk about marriage with Anakin Skywalker of all people. 

Yet somehow the words slip out of his mouth and off his tongue despite how much he does not want to talk about marriage with Anakin Skywalker. “How do you do it then?”

“Do what?” Guileless, innocent. Hell, he probably just has to blink wide blue eyes at his fuck of the night and they’d follow him down the aisle as quick as they can stumble.

“How do you—” he waves his hand and takes another sip of his drink. “Convince people to marry you. You’ve got a politician, a bride to be, who knows how many bridesmaids, a foreign dignitary, a man old enough to be your father, a veteran all under your belt. How are you dragging them all down the aisle? You can’t be—”

He cuts himself off. That good in bed, he’d been about to say. 

Anakin grins with his eyebrows raised like he knows it. “It depends,” he says. One finger traces over the countertop. The other hand falls to rest on Obi-Wan’s knee. “Sometimes we’re already in bed,” he murmurs, slow-like. “Sometimes we’re on our way there, in some dark corner booth and I’ve got my hands wrapped around her waist and she’s begging me to whisper dirty things into her ear, tell her what I’m gonna do to her. It’s sort of like marriage vows, you know? Dirty promises sound the same.”

He is far too handsome for his own good, Obi-Wan decides. If he were a little less attractive, he’d probably have a much harder time coaxing strangers down the aisle.

“I wouldn’t know,” Obi-Wan says stiffly, stopping Anakin’s hand from moving further up his leg. “I’ve never been married.”

The words are bitter; the wound is still bleeding. He downs his drink in one go and waves for another from the bartender. 

“You have a girlfriend though, don’t you?” Anakin’s nose wrinkles. “You’ll marry her probably. You’re the marrying type.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes. “She’s not,” he says shortly. And then, to rip the bandage of the wound completely. “And she’s not my girlfriend anymore either.”

Anakin’s eyes go wide. “What?” “I asked. For her to marry me. And she said no.”

“She said no?” 

“While your disbelief is rather flattering, I’d like not to talk about it, thank you.”

“Why would she say no? To marrying you? Is she alright? Well, obviously not, but—I mean. I don’t understand. Or believe it.”

Obi-Wan’s lips thin, and he reaches into his pocket. “I assure you, if she’d said yes, she’d be wearing this right now and I would not be here.” 

He puts the ring box on the bar in between them and accepts a new drink from the bartender. Anakin looks down at the ring box silently.

“Well?” Obi-Wan asks. He doesn’t know what he wants Anakin to say. He’s sitting in the tatters of his longest relationship, ended because she did not want to marry him in the end and he could not live with that. And he is talking with a man who gets married and divorced more than  perhaps anyone else in the entire world. 

What could he possibly want to hear from Anakin Skywalker?

“‘M going to get you wasted,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan figures that’s good enough.

—----------

“Marriage is important to me,” Obi-Wan slurs out countless hours later. They have migrated from the bar to a low-level booth, and Anakin has his arm curled around the top of it with his fingers playing with the ends of Obi-Wan’s hair. “I couldn’t com…pro…mise.” He sounds the word out carefully and deliberately. 

“You shouldn’t have to for something that’s important to you,” Anakin decides, and Obi-Wan nods. That’s what he thinks too. That’s why they’d broken up. That’s why Obi-Wan still has the ring.

“All sales final,” he quotes and rubs his hand over his beard. “What am I gonna do with it now?” 

“Give it to someone else,” Anakin suggests once Obi-Wan picks up the ring box again to look at it. “Someone who wants it.”

“Nobody wants it,” Obi-Wan says. That’s the problem.

The other problem is that his drink is gone. This is a very big problem and easy to solve because Anakin’s drink is right next to his empty glass, and Anakin will let him have his drink, Obi-Wan is sure of it. Anakin has been very lovely tonight.

“That’s my drink,” Anakin says. “Get your hands off it.”

“I’ll trade you for it,” Obi-Wan mumbles, gesturing to the ring box. Anakin stills completely.

“You…will?”

“Yes,” he decides. And then a thought occurs to him, terrible and mean and brutal. “Unless you don’t want to marry me either. But you want to marry everyone.” He scowls, though he thinks it may look more like a pout. “Don’t you want to marry me?”

Anakin’s hand carefully resumes its light stroking of Obi-Wan’s hair. “Yeah,” he says. His voice is rough. Obi-Wan likes the way it sounds. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good then,” Obi-Wan says and takes Anakin’s drink. After all, what’s Anakin’s is now his if they’re engaged to be married. “I’m sure you know where the closest chapel is. Though I’m quite disappointed so far.”

“Why?” Anakin’s face is awfully close to his. When did he move? “Aren’t I providing for you like a good husband should, baby? You’ve got my drink and everything.”

“I was told you’d put your hands on my waist and whisper dirty things into my ear,” Obi-Wan says. “And so far you’ve just been playing with my hair.” “I like your hair,” Anakin says. “And I don’t want to tell you what I’m thinking of doing to you. I think I just wanna show you.”

Obi-Wan blinks. His face is hot. Anakin is flushed all over too, eyes focused somehow despite the amount of drinks he’s had. His breath smells sweet, like the cocktail he’s been drinking for the last hour. Now Obi-Wan’s breath probably smells the same. “Well, I suppose tomorrow morning I won’t have to ask you if your latest marriage has been consummated.”

Anakin smirks. “No, you won’t,” he agrees. It’s a promise. 

#obikin #divorce lawyer au #basically they get married and fuck and then in thte morning anakin is like #um actually m gonna keep the ring #and i don't want to sign the papers #i wanna keep you as my husband #forever

[peachesofteal]

RAAAAAAAAH CHAPTER 13 BRO!!!!!

as always, i read it like a rabid animal, and then reread the prev 4 chapters and then reread this again HAHA

your work ages like fine wine, and i read and treasure every word of it, especially on rereads when i can make myself slow down to really take it all in <3

"He takes it all away. Every time." made me WEEP!!!!! its what she DESERVES!!!! the dependability and the escape into him and simon (simon takes charge obvs, but johnny is just as much an outlet. sweet sweet boy)

i think he also realizes that she's seeing it as escapism and starts to fall away a bit, bc of how he stops her and asks to check in. it makes me curious abt his and simon's early relationship, if he's recognizing the same pattern of behavior and comparing them.

going on with that, when she was showing them her scars, AUUUUUUGH. that hit so hard man. the “No but… they’re hideous.”

“No.” Simon croaks, voice thick. “There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t perfect.”

SIMOOOOOOOON he sees so much of himself in her. its gotta be heartbreaking, knowing she's where he used to be. he gets it fr. i cant imagine two people more suited for her, someone who's been where she is and got out, and the person who's helped get that someone out of that pit. fuck dude. you're so good at this HAHAHA

im not gonna say nothin abt the good girl stuff…. but heehee!

also also "I'm not a little human nurse" made me laugh so hard LMAO pure arizona from grey's. ive been watching it lately (started right before you started posting simple math actually) reading the hospital bits of SM, you do a really good job of capturing the same energy and stakes and work dynamics that you get watching grey's. im honestly still waiting for the other shoe to drop on the stupid attending marshall, there's always something that a shitty attending can mess up down the road lmao

the ending on this chap killed me though. they knew she was flighty, and that she's smart and capable, but its gotta be so hard to get the relief of her coming back after the day out without answering the phone, only to find the papers the next morning. in bunny's defense though, she mentioned in chapters before moving in (i think before graves hurt her?) with them that she had to start looking at outs, and these papers aren't a 2-day turnaround; she probably bought them weeks ago and only now picked them up. i could be wrong though! i think its unfortunate timing, but she also probably just wants the relief knowing that she's got the backup plan accessible. as much as she loves the boys and penny, she's still not used to having the dependability. the safety scares her, or at least gives her the idea of a false sense of security, since she's been on edge for so so long.

i give her big smooch. poor bun. poor boys, and poor penny. manifesting the worst for graves, truly, rot in hell you idiot american

i hope you're feeling better, its lovely to read your works but even better when you're doing well yourself ❤️❤️❤️

I loved reading this! I adore you.

I love how you noticed that Johnny does stop to check in. He has a very firm grip on her mental and emotional state, (it’s not his first rodeo) and he knows just how to bring her back.

The two of them + Bunny is really a dream come true even if she doesn’t realize it yet (they do) and it will take a lot of time and work on everyone’s part.

I think your notes in your last paragraph are pretty spot on, too. Bunny will talk about it more in the next two chapters but- getting a new identity is not a two day turnaround.

Also yeah, I was channeling Arizona with that line 💀 I was hoping someone would catch it!

10/10 I love your breakdowns, no notes, perfection, they always make me smile.

#peaches asks #frogladder

[jo-the-nerd]

ALSO SPEAKING AS SOMEBODY WHO ONLY KNOWS THE BARE MINIMUM OF GOOD OMENS AND THE INEFFABLE HUSBANDS i just wanna say im pretty sure bg3 has their equivalent in bloodweave (gale [the one played by tim downie] + astarion)

my defense:

autistic book nerd and king who has the Audacity to fight God + chaotic theater gay that gives cat vibes and may need Therapy

aziraphale and gale sound like the type that would have solidarity in old man knees . idek if thats canon for aziraphale but it sure as hell is for gale

aziraphale and gale rhyme holy shit thats becoming a legitimate bullet point AJSJSJSJA

the book nerds live in their own private library . gale has a whole ass wizards tower while aziraphale has his book shop (that iirc he doesnt even sell the books in it ???)

crowley and astarion are the same fruit men . i also dont know how to explain that crowley just gives me 8 strength vibes as well . even if he was an angel you cant tell me this man can lift more than three books at once

"fuck the gods that did nothing for us. what if we chose each other" vibes from the both of them (idc what the other endings for gale are hes denouncing mystra in my canon bc i say so <33)

is aziraphale the type to have a cat . he seems so . how about a cat w wings (<-a tressym) . theyd absolutely bond over that

if you replaced the cutscenes of astarions little hissy fits w crowley i think itd honestly still be pretty in character

if i manage to pirate good omens one of these days i will be confirming if my hypothesis is correct <33

Ooooh now we're talking :)))))) I'll try to be brief (< lying)

yup that's them.

'may need therapy' we all know they do, the 'may' is only there bc they either won't admit it (Aziraphale & Gale) or would have to get dragged kicking & screaming before ultimately weaseling their way out of it looney tunes style (Crowley & Astarion)

Aziraphale is an old man in all aspects except one (biologically), however Crowley is the same age and he would definitely have old man knees. he doesn't know what to do with his joints half of the time due to being snek

yeah there are no books being sold in that bookshop fgfjkfggnv. like, it's all first editions and what-not so i totally get not wanting to give any away but then why open a shop??? instead of a collection???

yk what, fair enough. Crowley is a noodle, those arms aren't doing much more opening doors for his angel. tbf he can lift multiple potted plants at once but that's more spite than anything

i could also totally see Astarion doing the Crowley Walk(TM)

"fuck the gods that did nothing for us. what if we chose each other vibes" so true, no notes.

aziraphale doesn't have a pet (yet) but I think he would love a cat (I mean, he's got Crowley hanging around, basically the same). A tressym is just a very peculiar step up from that (consider: it has it's own wings to match him and Crowley, which is really adorable!!)

crowley's hissy fits are great and can likewise be replaced with Astarion's.

similiar additions which would probably still be in character:

C slammed Aziraphale into a wall for calling him nice

C went out into the middle of the street when he got really frustrated/anxious and exploded lightning from his body

C agreed to take care of the bookshop, not selling any books etc. but tossed any books he was holding into some corner whenever

both of them evaded the immediate ire of their higher ups by pointing out a technicality that amounted to 'this word is explained to be different from the one you're using, but through a miniscule footnote on the last page of this giagantic book'

Aziraphale has an incredible hard time overcoming the trauma and toxic mindset upheld by his superiors, including how he views himself and his partner (that one's just sad, sry)

Solid ground for a hypothesis I'd say :))

#being so normal rn #i need to work on uni stuff i cannot start another drawing-- *hand's already twitching towards my pen* #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #bloodweave

[kichikichiko]

"Thats my girl"

YALL IVE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG MY BAD. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I decided to finish it 😴😴

Wanderer x fem!reader , suggestive a bit, violence, threats from wanderer, a bit ooc, not proofread

♡♡♡♡

The pure shock plastered on his face says it all.

One of the students of the akedamiya rushed to Wanderer and told him, in a frenzy how youve gotten yourself into a fight.

Wanderer stood there for a few seconds before tilting his head down and frowning "You better not be shitting with me Akeem."

Wanderer hated many things, ranging from insects to humans but if theres 1 thing he hated most, was someone using your name to get him to lower his guards, and apart of him cant fathom you getting into a fight.

You sometimes spoke too loud or too little, smiled a lot and is always willing to help everyone (ew people pleaser 😨😨😨😨❗️❗️❗️). Confrontation was so not something he considered to be a thing you'd do, let alone getting into a fight.

Akeem shaked his head and waved his arms around, showing he wasnt joking "No no Im serious! There was a comotion on the streets so went to check it out. I saw (name) fighting verbally with Halima, sooner or later it would turn into a physical fight-"

Wanderer stormed off in an instant, didnt bother to listen to the rest of Akeem's story, hell knowing Akeem his story would probably take all day to finish. Wanderer wasted no time to find you.

Wanderer was worried you'd get hurt, yet he knew he could trust you to defend yourself to an extent before he comes and saves you.

His eyes scanned the area in a hurry, hoping to catch a glimps of your hair or face or hear your voice from any direction. Lucky for him he heard your voice pretty quickly coming from behind, and he ran. For this once your loud voice was useful well... other than to scream out his name

As soon as Wanderer arrived he saw you holding Halima's arm shouting "say it again! I want to hear it! No no no dont you shy away! You could say it loud n clear the first time Im sure you can say it again but this time for everyone here to hear!"

"Get away from me you sick bitch!" Halima shouted yanking her arm away, raising a hand to slap you.

Before her hand could reach you a familiar hand took ahold of hers and dragged her away.

"Wanderer..." in awe you looked at him. He was pissed, extremely pissed, and you can see it in his face.

He started, voice low "keep your hands off of her you insect. Unless you want to die then by all means go ahead, but as any idiots Ive dealt with Im sure you wouldnt want that" letting go of her arm, Halima took a step back glancing at you with tears in her eyes before running away.

You looked back at him knowing he'll yell at you once you get home or maybe here on the streets. Before you could say a word, he dragged your arm away from the crowd and sped walked home.

"Wanderer-"

"Shut it (name). Dont say a word."

After a while youve reached the front door to your house.Everything went by so fast because suddenly Wanderer pinned you to the wall inside your home and slammed his lips against yours. It didnt take long for you to melt in the kiss.

After a while you pulled away and looked at him, "youre not mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be? I think that was hot. Are you hurt anywhere (name)?" Wanderer asked, cupping your cheek and caressed it.

"No Im not hurt.. dont worry. She just said some insufferable things about you and it made me mad. I guess I went a bit overboard..."

He laughed and kissed your neck "nah, do it again. How bout we take this to the bedroom?"

You moaned softly and nodded.

"Thats my girl"

♡♡♡♡

Yall fucked at the end yall know tht rite 💀

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #fanfic #genshin imagines #x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche

[sardonic-sprite]

Dad!Tim AU chapter 5

Part 1

• While Damian and Bruce get Talia to the medbay, Babs calls the others home from patrol for a family meeting

• They all meet in the cave, everyone shocked to see Talia, and sure enough Jason's ready to lop off some heads if only they were closer

• Bruce explains, slightly pink in the face, about the altercation and admits to the secret marriage license

• I FUCKING KNEW IT Dick shrieks

• "I DID know it," Jason says, sticking out his tongue.

• Damian is pissed that he did not know it but he wanted it, so he says he knew it

• Tim is listening with wide eyes, clutching a sleeping Eira so so close against his chest and trembling slightly because, God, the league was HERE, they were going to TAKE HER AWAY and probably KILL HER or or use her against him, and...

• Steph quietly asks if she can hug him, and Tim sags in her arms

• Bruce and Babs and even Talia rush to reassure him that its ok. The records are in place now, that makes it DAMN hard for ra's to do anything, and once they... well they dont HAVE to but if they make it publicly known that Eira is TIMS the way Damian is BRUCES then Ras will well and truly be powerless

• Tim nods grimly. He knows what all the socialites will think, what the board will think, the general popualtion... he knows he's in for all the judgment and scrunity and insults that come with being a teen dad but if it keeps Eira safe then he doesn't fucking care

• He tucks her closer under his chin and she makes a sleepy itty bitty sound, tiny fingers fisting in his shirt. Her peach-fuzz hair is so so soft against his jaw. He imagines for a split second if he doesnt come out and claim her, if Ra's, if...

• He moves his hand to protect her head and dips his own head to kiss her. He wont let it happen. He cant.

• Babs clears her throat

• She explains that she had started a fake birth certificate a while back, but hadn't brought it to Tim yet because she didnt want to overwhelm him, thinking they had time. Shes got Eiras DOB, sex, height, weight, and Leslie's signature and date to say that she delivered the kid and saw her through to discharge

• She was going to have Tim physically sign it, but had to forge it instead

• Tim tells her thats fine. He can scribble right on top if they want, but she does good work.

• Babs still.looks uncomfy.

• A few others seem to realize why

• She explains softly that the reason she'd waited was because she didn't want to make him think about what to put down for Eira's mother.

• The room goes still

• Babs takes a deep breath and works through her split-second logic, eyes pleading for tim either to understand or forgive

• There was no way for her to forge something as Eira's birth mother, even if she had thought Tim would want that

• "I don't" he mutters. She doesn't deserve that. Not after she let Ra's (try to) KILL the baby she raped Tim to get

• Babs rushes, almost stumbles, through her explanation of why she didn't create a fictitious woman - how the hell to account for her and how they met, because there WOULD be questions, the possibility that Ra's could poke holes without a woman who could and would support the claim, the way it felt so degrading to Tim to make up some random rapist that would never be brought to justice or random lover who'd end up as some Unspoken Of Shame because a sympathetic human could never be produced...

• She takes a deep breath and says that if Tim had been older, she would have claimed Eira herself, be the one to take the "fall" for not having done the whole thing sooner. But Tim’s ten years her junior, she's been too publicly involved with Dick, and it would force them into a charade that would be too long and public and awkward for either of them

• Tim slowly nods and agrees, no offense babs, but he doesn't want to pretend he trysted with his big brother's girlfriend

• She nods and takes a deep breath and says that she... she forged Steph's signature for Eira's mother

• Tim's eyes widen

• Steph goes very still

• Barbara rushes to explain that she KNOWS they're not like that, but they ARE so so close, if it came to speaking up to something Ra's tried to pull, steph could and would, based on eira's looks, she COULD pass as their genetic daughter, steph already knows the whole story and wouldn't need to be brought up to speed, she already adores Eira, and Steph, she knows... she knows... she doesnt, she SWEARS she didnt choose her judt because...

• "Its ok" Steph says softly

• It... was a shock, for a minute. It still feels a bit weird, under her pounding heart. Because Steph already has a baby. Except she gave it up. Suddenly, in the eyes of... everyone, she's a mom again, but Eira isn't her kid. She didnt carry her, birth her, nurse her. Steph was not a person you trusted to be a mother

• At fifteen, she reminds herself. She's 18 now. She's 18, and her one act as a mother WAS to ensure her child went to a good, loving, stable home, the one she couldn't have provided.

• But now... she still doesn't have her act together, but this baby's dad is THERE. He's also got a huge family thats *there* and a house. Money for anything Eira needs. Steph... Steph isn't goingnto be tryijg to do it alone.

• And she and Tim aren't together, she doesn't know if they will again or wont but still, they've been best friends for years, they've gotten through their fights, and she KNOWS him. She loves him, and she loves Eira. And maybe that's enough. Just that she loves them and they love her, and *need* her too. Besides, Babs already signed her name

• Steph finds a smile, and hugs Tim and Eira a little tighter. His eyes are wide and worried, looking at her

• "Hey, I'll claim your lil cutie any day," she says

• Tim feels something unwind in his chest. He doesn't think he'd have ever asked but... but Steph feels right. He almost wishes it could be the way they're going to say it was. He can't summon a picture of mom and dad kind of love without wanting to throw up, but. He and Steph aren't and don't have to be that. She's the best friend hes ever had and... and best friends can raise a kid together

• Because he knows Steph will commit. If they're saying Tim is Eira's dad and Steph is Eira's mom... they used to talk about how their parents had done things, how they refused to follow those examples. But he and Steph have been a team for a long time. They can be a team in this. They're a good team.

• "She has your eyes," he jokes, rather weakly, but when their eyes meet, he knows they're both agreeing. They both look at babs and nod

• She looks incredibly relieved, even as she assures them both that she would have asked if she had ANY more time, and shes sorry she didn't

• But its ok. Tim looks around at his family. His dad, looking both sad and proud. His... stepmom? That'll take some getting used to, but Talia isn't Ras or Maat. Shes Damian and Jasons mom. She looks very mom like right now.

• His brothers, soft and only a little pained, Dick blinking very hard, Jason still looking understandably murderous, and Damian dazed as he holds Talia's hand

• His sisters, Babs relaxing and giving him a hesitant smile, Cass bouncing a little with what may either be rage or happiness, her face is too even to tell.

• His daughter, sleeping safe and sound against his heartbeat, untouched by the trauma that surrounds her

• His... His partner. Steady and warm at his side, determined and brave in this as she is in everything she cares about

• And for the first time, Tim really thinks it all might be ok.

#sprite said #sprite wrote #tim drake #stephanie brown #eira wayne #dad!tim au

[multiverse-imagines]

A/N: part 2 baybeee! Hell hath no fury like an inspired fanfic writer!! time for some Disney magic, y'all!! ✨✨

I'll do the best that I can

Plush!Vash au (part 2)

She stumbled out of bed as she does every morning. She got dressed, trying to decide what she wanted to wear. The choice between a short or long sleeve shirt.

"Fuck, it's only gonna be twenty degrees today" she shook her head and chose the long sleeve, tossing the short sleeve back into the clean, yet unfolded clothes. 

After she was dressed, she scooped me up, and brought me out to the living room, setting me on the end table as she grabbed a quick breakfast of cereal. She had been restless last night, a nightmare probably. It looked as if it still haunted her in these early hours.

I was excited, able and willing to get some more cuddles before she left for work. She watched tiktoks as she ate. She giggled at the funny ones, and swooned when a rare Trigun one came on screen. 

"He's so babygirl. Ugh, I love him so much." She fangirled over the Spiky haired blond on screen. She let out a sigh before gazing my way. She used her thumb to stroke my face, with that all too common loving gaze that said, 'Why cant you be real?' 

"Look at me and my silly little delusions." She gave a chuckle of self pity, "Thinking I could ever win over the heart of a man who doesn't even exist." Her eyes seemed to moisten up with threatening tears. She shook her head, as if the motion would remove the thoughts from her brain. She curled her arms around my tiny being, hugging me to her chest. 

"I'd make him so happy though. I just know I would." She whispered, even though no one else was in this big, lonely house. She checked the time on her phone and sighed.

"Time to head out already. Fuck." She picked her unwilling body up from the chair, and walked to her bedroom, giving my forehead a kiss before setting me down on the pillow of her bed. 

"Have a good day, Vash. Love ya." She petted my hair before leaving the room. I heard another fit of self pity chuckles before I heard the front door shut and her car leave the driveway. 

It really tore me up inside to see the loneliness get to her like this. I'd heard her say to a friend who apparently lived far away that they feel like they can never truly open up to anyone. No one is there to hear the whole story, only bits and pieces of her life. A new mask for every new person in her life from strangers to friends, to family. To her, she's a stranger to everyone.

Everyone except me, it seems. The words she rambles to no one but herself, talking out stories, talking out her mental health, things she would say to Vash The Stampede or Nicholas D Wolfwood. 

Why can't I be with her? Why can't I give more to ease her pain? I wanted to throw something, but I can't move. I have to sit here and let my non-existent blood boil. 

A twitch in my arm, something I'd never felt before. Pain? Was this pain? Arms. Legs. Head. Holy hell this hurts. I shut my eyes. Shut my eyes? I can't do that? I could now, I guess, because they were shut. 

By the time the pain subsided, the bed was a lot smaller. The room seemed a bit smaller, but not too much. The reflective surface of the TV showed a man. A man I'd seen many a time, Vash the Stampede. But only in face and hair.

I figured I'd be the same height when I stood up, but my body wasn't riddled with scars. My left arm was real too. The real Vash had scars and a prosthetic arm.

Upon closer inspection, some of the missing scars were markings on my body, tattoos. It was all of the major ones she liked. The one over my right shoulder, the little cross on my left hip, a thick black tic tac toe over my left peck. Then there were two dark lines where the prosthetic would have been, and a symmetrical scar tattoo that he had on the other arm. Moving my right hand, I noticed tattoos of the thumb stitching he had. She'll be excited about that one.

I was pretty fit as well, the muscles he'd worked so hard on, only to be gifted to me.  Looking to my side, a pair of orange W wire rim sunglasses sat folded on the bed. I stood from the bed- oh shit I was naked.

I dug around in her dresser for a pair of basketball shorts, and one of her larger t-shirts. I prayed that they would fit me. The shirt was a little tight, but liveable until she got home.

I looked on the bed to find the ripped remains of my little coat I used to wear. I hoped that the trade off of losing her beloved plush for, basically, the real thing would be acceptable to her. I was starving. 

I went to the kitchen, trying to find something that didn't require cooking. I didn't know how to cook, and didn't want to risk damaging the house or an appliance. I settled on some chips I'd seen her eat before, and sat on the sofa, opening the bag. Thankfully the process of eating seemed to come naturally to me. 

I found myself picking up the controller for the video game system she had. I booted up the system, and chose a game that had multiple files, and started my own. 

By the time I was hungry again, I checked the fridge and found a small pizza lunch able. I'd seen her heat up the little bread rounds in the microwave. 

"Twenty seconds!" She would sing whenever she would put them in the machine. She did that no matter how much time she needed. I smiled at the memory, excited for her to come home. 

I had just finished the last of the pizza when I heard the front door open and her beautiful singing echoed through the house. She was listening to her headphones, considering the lack of pause. She entered the living room, and stopped mid lyric, frozen in place at the sight of me. The bag of fast food she'd gotten, fell to the floor, unnoticed by her. 

"V…Vash?" Her voice was a whisper as her eyes were locked on me.

"Hey… w-welcome home, Mayfly." I said the favorite nickname she would have wanted to be called by him.

"You're… I've gone full on delusional, haven't I? Have I finally lost it?" she pinched her arm. When I didn't disappear, she bit her thumb. I wasn't gone.

"You're real. You're really here."

"Y-yeah, I had to borrow some of your clothes. I uh, don't fit into my coat anymore." I dug the little fabric coat out of the pocket of my shorts, handing it to her.

"You're… little Vashie. You're really Vash."

"Kinda, I guess. My left arm is real, and my scars aren't. Check this out!" I lifted the sleeve on my left arm, "They're just tattoos. All of the ones you like!" I smiled down at her. She was so much shorter now. She just came up to my chest. She looked back up at me, bringing her hand to my face, she seemed to hesitate before cupping my cheek, caressing the beauty mark under my eye. 

"Holy shit, you're real." Poor thing was still in shock. I spoke her name, and took her hand with my left, and cupped her cheek with my right hand. 

"I'm here. I'll always be here. I've wanted this for so long, just to be here with you." I gently pulled her into a hug. She stiffened up for a second, before finally returning my embrace.

It wasn't long before she began to shake, and her throat released a chorus of sobs. I caressed her hair, and rubbed her back. Something I've always wanted to do when she was crying. I could tell these were tears of joy and relief though. 

"Mayfly, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. I've seen your ups and downs for so long, and I want to make everything better for you."

"Yes please. Please please please." She sobbed against my chest, "b-but, you gotta let me know if you need anything too, okay? We can't both be neglecting ourselves to make each other happy, ya know?" She looked up at me with a sniffle.

"Of course silly. We can take care of each other. 50/50?" I laughed, wiping some of her tears away.

"Y-yeah, 50/50." She smiled through her tears. I let go of her to retrieve the fallen bag of food.

"I can start by insisting that you eat something." I handed her the bag.

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that." 

--

We laid in bed that night, she'd eaten her food, and she'd told me about her day at work. We laid tangled up in each other, while one of her favorite movies played. One she'd probably played a billions times since my arrival. Not that I cared. 

"You're really sure that you're okay with looking after me?" She asked for the 3rd time since the movie started.

"Yes, Mayfly. I want to make sure you're happy, and loved, and heard and can be your authentic self around me. It's all I've ever wanted for you."

"But I'm a lot to handle. I don't wanna be a burden to you." 

"You've never been those things before. You relied on me when I was just your plush toy. Please continue to rely on me."

Her face went red, remembering I still have all my memories of being a toy.

"Oh, oh no, I'm so sorry, that means you've seen me-"

"And it makes me love you even more, Mayfly." I cupped her face with my free hand, "I love who you are. The you that you don't show anyone else. Your real opinions, your real emotions… every inch of your body…" my heart fluttered as I pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

"You deserve Vash the Stampede. You deserve to be loved by him, and your kind heart deserves to love him." I pressed my forehead to hers, "I-I mean, I may not totally be Vash, but I am officially licensed." I chuckled, "so let me be your Vash. It's your turn to be loved." 

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #toy story au #ya hear that friends?? hes officially licenced!

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Forty Five

**Ghosts POV**

               After loading back up in the helo, we all made our way to the closest military base here in Germany. Berlin. I had been here several times and always loved the smell of the smoked bratwurst in the kitchen but wasn’t homey enough to call home or stay here fully. The helo needed to be refueled and checked over before heading to Switzerland. Basic protocol.

               We all decided it was best to get out, stretch our legs, grab bite to each and relax before heading off again. Switzerland was only a little over an hour from our base from the helo, but Michaels house was pushing another thirty minutes to a place I couldn’t pronounce.

               “Everyone get as much rest as you can within in the next twenty-four hours,” Price yelled out from the deafening sound of the other helicopters. “Were going to drop in a day ahead of time so we can watch for any movement and hopefully bring Harley back. From my understanding, she isn’t leaving his sight.”

               We all nod in unison, and everyone splits up going their own direction. “You think she’ll be there LT?” Soap asks me tagging along.

               “I hope so Johnny. I feel like I’m going insane with each day that passes.” He knew it. He could see it behind my eyes.  

               “I know it LT. Shit, I’m right there with you,” he tells me.

               My body was on edge and my thoughts were spilling all over the place. I couldn’t focus and the last thing I wanted to do was sit here at this fucking base for twenty-four hours wasting time. I could get a lot done in twelve hours – yet alone a whole fucking day. I hated it.

               The night felt like it was going by slower than ever and when I finally dozed off, Soap woke me up to tell me that Price wanted to see all of us. Of course, I was annoyed hoping that I could sleep away the time and be ready to leave when I woke up.

               I get to my feet and head outside. The sunrise in Berlin was always one that anyone should see at least once in their life and luckily, I slept most of the night away. Price, Gaz and Rudy were standing by our Helo – along with our pilot. Nobody cared enough to ask him his name because we all knew he would never be another Nik.

               “Good news. Bad news,” Price said as Soap and I walked up.

               I let out an aggravated sigh, “Fucking hell. What now?”

               Price ashes out his cigar before answering, “Michael and his men have already arrived and gone,” he says to me. “But,” he adds as he sees the look in my eyes. “They left two men there.”

               “And how do we know this?” I ask as I clench my teeth.

               “Laswell flew a drone over the house last night and seen a few SUVs pull up. Facial recognition spotted Michael,” Price tells me, calming me down. “He’s got a lot of Shadows with him.”

               “Probably knowing that were coming and he wants all the help he can get,” Gaz says as a smirk plays over his face.

               “He’ll do everything in his power to keep her from us Simon,” Price tells me. His eyes not leaving mine.

               “Even power has to come an end sometimes Captain,” Soap says speaking up. Price looks at him and nods in approval. Soap was right. Power does have to come to an end. It cant last forever.

               “We’ll load up at seventeen hundred,” Price says eyeing all of us making sure we understood. We all nod and break away yet again.

               I go back to the place I was at before and shut my eyes. All I wanted to do was sleep because when I slept, I dreamt of her. It was the closest I could get to her without feeling alone. I hated waking up, but trying to find her gave me a hope I thought I would never have. I shut my eyes as the darkness took over me and her face soon filled my mind.

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               Price woke me up out of my heavenly sleep. He was squatted down – looking at me eye level.

               “Rise and shine son,” he says to me in his rumbling Brit voice. “Soap has you a few protein bars and a few bottles of water on the helo. We need to head out now.”

               The urgency in his voice sent alarms through me. I spring to my feet and jog to the helo – right behind Price. The blades on top pushing the air against me. The helo door was open, and the pilot started lifting off the ground as we approached.

               “What’s the bloody rush?!” I yell out as I barely made it in and look at my watch. Sixteen Hundred.

               “Laswell said the two people at the house are about to leave within the hour and no one knows where they are going,” Gaz replies.

               I nod my head and take my seat next to Soap. He hands me two protein bars and a bottle of water. I hadn’t even thought about eating until I seen the food in Soaps hand. My stomach growled loudly as I took the bars. I lifted my mask above my nose and quickly ate them – washing them down with a full bottle of water – then covering my face again.

               I look over and give Soap a nod – thanking him for looking out for me. I lean my head back against the wall of the helicopter and stare at the ceiling.

               “You alright Lieutenant” Gaz asks me.

               I slowly lift my head up, all our bodies shaking a bit from the rumble of the helo, “Always.” It was a lie.

               “Were going to find her Ghost,” Rudy says to me. The small smile on his face gave me some sort of hope, but he was still in the shitter with me for not making sure Harley was armed and not letting us know someone took her gun.

               The time flew by on the way to Michael’s house in Switzerland. Gaz, Price and Rudy joked back and forth while Soap and I just sat there in silence. Sometimes no words say more than the words themselves.

               “So, uh, what’s the deal between you three?” Gaz asks hesitantly looking at Soap and me.

               I stare back at Gaz while I can see Soap jerk his head towards me, “Worry about yourself Garrick,” I say back as a warning. Price chuckled to himself as Gaz cleared his throat to ease himself.

               The helo landed in a secluded area Laswell had told us about and we all hopped out – guns drawn. The house was a single-story stone home. Perfect for a family – which made me want to obliterate all his men since he took my family from me.

               “Same as before gentleman,” Price says turning to face all of us. “I need Gaz and Rudy overlooking and killing anyone that tries to escape or enter without us knowing about it. Ghost, Soap and I will head into the house. Hopefully,” he lets out a deep sigh, “Hopefully we get a lead.”

               Gaz and Rudy took their positions overlooking the house, while Price, Soap and I headed towards the house. The leaves rustled under our boots as the twigs gave a slight snap walking through the woods. Laswell was in our ears as well giving us an update of any movement that was happening outside the house – so far, none.

               Two men. Two lousy men that we didn’t know if they would be armed and dangerous or a set up that were hostages that Michael used as bait to lure us here. Now was the time to not let your guard down. Just as before, Price would enter through the back. Soap and I would go in through the front. Interrogate and then execute. Simple.

               Price nodded to us when we reached the point where he was going to break off – leaving Soap and I moving towards the front of the house.

               “At the back door. All clear,” Price said in my earpiece.

               There was a big picture window to the right front of the house as Soap and I made our way around the corner to the front of the property.

               “Not showing any movement inside,” I reply through the coms as I eyed inside from the side of the window. The house was oddly too quiet, and I just knew deep down we were too late.

               I quickly bolt past the window and to the front door – Soap close behind me. This time, I stood left to the door, and he took point to the right.

               “Ready?” Soap says in his coms.

               I give a nod, “Ready Sergeant,” Price replies. Soap quietly twists the door handle and its locked. “Door is locked. Were going to have to bust through.”

               Silence.

               “Back door is unlocked. Let me sweep the main part of the house and I’ll make my way to you both,” Price finally responds.

               “Roger that Captain.”

               Price had been in the field longer than us and for someone who talked so ruggedly and heavy, he was the lightest on his feet – with me coming in right behind him. We were like phantoms in the night.

               A few minutes pass and the lock to the front door clicks, and the door eases open. Price is standing there with his gun drawn.

               “Floor is clear, but there’s a door over there cracked that leads downstairs,” he tells us. Soap and I have our guns drawn and ready – giving Price a nod as Soap takes point. I was behind Soap and Price behind me – our footsteps light.

               Soap slowly removes one of his hands from his gun and gently opens the cracked door – not wanting to risk it creaking or there be a trip wire attached that would blow this place up. A faint light illuminated the steps that lead to the mysterious room below as my eyes scanned for any movement.

               I nodded to Soap, and he reciprocated back as I now took the lead. Price followed while Soap was now last making sure no one else was coming down. The wooden stairs creaked as my foot applied pressure to the center of the board. Faint voices could be heard talking and I thank whatever God was listening that they didn’t hear me. I carefully place my foot on the next step, but I place it towards the end of the board where the main support is underneath. Silence.

               I crouch my body just a tad as I can start to see the layout of the basement. The two men that Laswell informed us about were here packing several bags.

               “Pourquoi Michael nous laisse-t-il toujours avec le travail de merde [Why does Michael always leave us with the shitty work]?” One of the men says.

               Fuck. They’re French. The only word I could recognize was ‘Michael’.

               “Je ne sais pas, mais cette merde vieillit [I don’t know, but this shit is getting old],” the other man replied.

               I take another step and thankfully they haven’t seen us yet. My gun is drawn and held tight against my shoulder as my red dot is centered with the first one who spoke head. I wait until Price and Soap head down and get on the concrete floor before speaking.

               “Get the fuck down!” I yell out. The two men jerk around and their faces draining of color.

               “C'est lui! [Its him!]” the second man yelled.

               “You speak English?” Soap asked as he stepped toward them with his gun aimed right at their heads.

               They both shook their heads fast.

               “Where is Michael?” I asked before Price could. We needed to speed this fiasco up.

               “W-we don’t know,” one of the men said. He was scared shitless and looked as if he hadn’t even held a gun before. Definitely wasn’t a threat. He wore a blue buttoned-down polo, khaki pants and a pair of loafers. His hair was a mousy brown color and the gold eyeglasses on his face just said ‘doucebag’.

               “Where can I find him?” I ask as my tone was low. I take a few steps toward the two men, and they instinctively take a step back.

               “He’s not a man that can be found Monsieur [sir]. He finds you,” the other man said. This man seemed a little ballsier. No doubt he was a gambler and was well at it. The floral shirt with the white pants told me he was well off and a higher up than the man beside him.

               “So, who the fuck are you two?” Price asks as he steps closer to all of us.

               “We are his bankers,” the blue polo man said.

               Soap looks over at me with a shit grin on his face. “Is that right?” I tease. I look down at their bags and see they are bagging up laptops. Perfect.

               “Its no use,” the floral shirt man said. “You cant get in without his print.”

               “Ferme ta gueule! [Shut the fuck up!],” the other man whispered loudly.

               I take a step towards the both of them, “These are coming with us,” I say as I sling my rifle over my shoulder and grab one of the bags. Soap walks over and grabs the other two. We both turn to walk away as the man in the floral polo shouts at us.

               “He’ll kill you!”. The balls this mother fucker had.

               “I’d like to see him try,” I threaten back. I reach down with my free hand, pull my pistol and shoot the man in the floral shirt between his eyes. His body immediately dropping.

               Price looks over to me, “He was too chatty,” I say to him with humor in my voice.

               “No! Please! I have a family at home!” the other man pleads as he gets on his knees. I carefully set the bag with the laptops down as I slowly walked over to him. With my height, mask, demeanor and slow walk, it was like the Grim Reaper coming to take your soul.

               “And Michael took mine away from me,” I say as I stand in front of him. Before the man could protest of beg for his life anymore than he already had, I press the barrel of my gun to the man’s forehead and squeeze the trigger. The gunshot was deafening even to our ears with the muffs on – thanks to this small basement.

               I watched as the mans life vanished from his eyes and his body slumped to meet his friends. “That one chatty too?” Price jokes out.

               I turn my head towards him, “His voice was annoying.”

               Soap snorts as I walk back over and pick up the bag. “Grab anything we can that would have Michael fingerprints on it,” Price tells us. He walks over to the two men, checking their pockets – taking their phones and wallets.

               We headed back upstairs and grabbed a few guns, some scotch glasses that were in the cabinet, most of the liquor and head out – locking the door back like it previously was. I don’t know what it was, but something just felt right. It felt like we were on the right track and for once, my heart soared as it seemed like it would be any day and she would be right back in my arms.

               We link back up with Rudy and Gaz and head back to the helicopter. The pilot started the helo as we all boarded up, gently placing all the household items in a secured box. The last thing we wanted was this shit to break and ruin everything – and its not like we could go back to Germany to that house. I burned that mother fucker down.

               The helo took off and made its way back to the base in Germany. From there, we would have to take an aircraft back to Alejandros base in Mexico to sort all this shit out. For once, I couldn’t wait to get in the briefing room to see where this motherfucker was hiding. They were close. I could feel it.

Four Months Later

               Four months. Four agonizing months. Four months of dead ends and four months of wasting my fucking time. We swept every damn house he owned doing the same plan. Infill, interrogate, kill everyone and each time, we ended up with a dead end.

               The briefing room now had multiple holes in the wall – the size of my fists. Dozens of chairs broke and countless sleepless nights. This man was fucking invisible – giving us just enough of a bread trail and then cleaning up his mess. It was exhausting and we were all tired.

               “Another dead END!” Price yells as he throws the remote to the projector against the wall. It breaking off into tiny plastic pieces. “We’ve checked every fucking property this man owns. It doesn’t make any sense!”

               “What if it’s a property that in the dark?” Gaz asks him.

               “Then we are wasting our fucking time,” Price says lowly. I jerk my head up to him as his eyes meet mine. “Think about it Simon! How the fuck can we find someone who doesn’t exist!” I swallow the lump in my throat. He was right, but I wasn’t ready to give up.

               The room fell silent as I knew what everyone was thinking – ‘let’s throw in the towel’. We all were drained, but I would walk across this fucking world if that meant Harley LeAnne Traywick could be in my fucking arms again.

               “Theres one place we haven’t checked,” Soap says breaking the silence. All eyes were on him. “The place where it all started.”

               My eyes scan over Soap and then the room as my mind went to work. “Her parents house,” Price said aloud – not talking to anyone in general.

               “Where is that?” Laswell asks as her fingers dart over the keyboard to her laptop.

               Price takes out a cigar from his vest and lights it before answering, “In the States. Libby, Montana. Private property surrounded by mountains, streams and land for miles.”

               “You’ve been there Captain?” Gaz asks him.

               “Once. It was when we first started working with Traywick. I met Harley’s father for a brief discussion. She nor her mother was there,” Price answers as he blows out a puff of smoke.

               Laswell’s fingers danced over the keyboard as we all waited for her to say something. “Got it,” she says excitedly. “A few large transactions were transferred over the last few months to a black account in the States.” Laswell sits straight up as her eyes widen at her computer screen. “In Libby, Montana.”

               “When was the last transaction?” I ask as I stand to my feet. My whole body felt light as a feather, but my knees wanted to buckle.

               “Today,” she answered me.

               I felt the tears in my eyes as I knew this was it. She was there and we were going to go get her.

               “We leave in three hours. Load up with as much shit as you need and remember,” Price pauses. “Show no mercy.”

               Everyone rushes out of the room to load up their gear as I take my seat again. I sit on the edge and rest my elbows on my knees as my head rests in my hands. All of this. All of this torture. All of the dead ends were coming to an end.

               I’m coming Harley.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #gaz cod #john price #john soap mactavish #price #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #captain price #simon riley x reader #lettherebelight

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Anal?

Masterlist

Summary: its fun enlightening people isnt it?

Warnings : mentions of anal (surprise surprise) teasing, swearing, crack fic

A/N:just a funny little drabble based on banter and commeradery. Also i would 100% tease the fuck out of obi-wan i wanna make him blush so bad, and i know i could. I just know it!

"Aren't you excited to get home and enjoy that four letter word?" Cody asked, excited to be heading home for a few weeks' leave. The others took that as a queue for a little guessing game, each offering their own four letter word. love?,Food? Beer?

"Anal?" Everyone paused nd snapped their heads to you. You forwned but kepts chewing your mouthfull of cookie slowly, flicking your gaze between the others.

"A-anal? Y/n? What the fuck? Your a jedi!" Cody broke the awkward silence with a yell, waving at you animatedly.

"Oh What like i cant be a jedi and like anal at the same time?" You said with a scoff rolling your eyes before taking another bite of your cookie.

"Well i? No? But.!?" He tried to find the words to argue his point but you cut him off.

"Exactly. Butts" you smirked pointing to him with a suggestive raise pf your eyebrows.

"Fucking hell!"

"This discussion is very inappropriate" obiwan called from his seat across the room. Desperately trying npt to massaged his temples as he felt another head ache coming. He knew you would rile the others up. You cpuldnt help it it was in your nature, not even being raised in the temple could get rid of your sadistic streak. And by force did they try to teach it out of you.

"Like youve never tried butt stuff?" You grunted at the older man with a light sneer. Not about to be judged by so eone who'd probably played more 'hide the salami' then you ever had.

But the jedi master held firm, trying to keep a stern gaze, but flushed. His eyes gave him away. No, he had never explored to that degree.

"Wait youve neve smashed a girls back doors in?" You pondered out loud unable to fathom the attractive man had never been given the chance to lay some back door pipe.

"Oh my god you havent? Well shit i thought he got it from you?" You exclaimed pointing a thumb in Anakins direction whoch ,and a few of the others chuckle. Anakin frowned for a second and made to ask what you meant, but obi-wan got there first with a sputtering yelp.

"I beg your pardon?! Who got what from me exactly?" Obiwans voice grew high. Offended by the insinuation. Yet still asked just to clarify he hadnt misheard you.

"Well, you know you got anakin when you were young, i gathered he got that cocky adventourous sheet freak vibe from you? But now Im geussing not?" You shrugged

"Wait i give off sheet freak vibes?" Anakin asked from the door, a little too excitedly if you do say so yourself.

"Err yeah.... did you not know that? Like half the temple thinks your a kinky son of a btich... and they think you got it from him" you explained whilst slowly pointing to obiwan, who despite blushing looked completly blindsided. And appalled.

"Jedi have fantasy fucks?"

"Im stil, surprised to find out you guys have sex? Like kriff! You live in an actual temple" You rolled your eyes as the guys spoke out loud, completely confused. It was like they belived jedi were a differe speices. Idiots.

"We're not fucking abstinent. We just dont form relationships. We are free to fuck all we want;i mean damn you can fuck without being lovers. So in other words yes. Jedi women have fantasy fucks. And most of the ones i know;which is a fair few are sort of split into two camps. Obi-wan and Anakin. Some are simps for windu too but err. No thanks i tryto avoid that particular locker room talk"

"Im a fantasy fuck? Thats pretty awsome actually." Anakin laughed puffing his chest with pride. You giggled at him nodding, pleased that he atleast found it amusing.

"Thats the spirit" you praised him with a beaming grin.

"Anakin, y/n can you both just shut up? Please I just? I didnt need to know this type of thing happened in the temple." Obi-wan huffed pinching his brow. Clearly he was getting fed up with the two of you and your laid back attitudes. Honestly why the hell the council had paired you two together in the same troop he will never know. You both brought out the worst in each other.

"To be honest obi-wan, you should be proud, i mean being a temple fantasy fuck is quite something. We are a religious bunch... maybe sacrilegious now?" You teased lightly trying to lighten him up with so e jokes. He really was a stuck in the mud. But then again that stern yet caring disposition was what had granted him the 'daddy' moniker. His reply was a stern grunt of your name, warning you to pack it in.

"What? Im Tying'na make you feel better. No one likes a sad obi-wan. Especially the ladies at the temple" you pouted glearing at him crossing your arms. But he held your gaze, raising a brow.

"Am i a fantasy fuck in the temple" the question came from cody, sitting beside you. You paused for a moment before pointing at him a little.

"You know what? I'll ask around and get back to you on that cody" the conversation seemed to stall their, much to the jedi masters relief. Anakin looked to obi-wan seeing him relax, thanking the stars anal was jot the topic of discussion now. He smirked, he couldnt have that now could he?

"Sooo anal?" He asked, turing his head to you suggestively smirking, before sending you a not so subtl wink. Obi-wan deapanned before ha ing his head. Muttering ' For fuck sake anakin' under his breath.

"In your dreams pretty boy" you uttered smirking back at him enjoying the little tit for tat, and the fact anakin was in a playful mood, whoch was rare nowadays.

"Ah your an obi-wan kind of girl, gotcha" he grinned crossing his arms and tipping back to lean on the wall.the others laughed and began hooting like a bunch of overgrown teens.

"Fuck you!" You cursed glowering at him playfully.

"I just tried, but you turned me down" he coundptered sending the clones into peals of laughter as your face turned red and yo tried to find some scathing reply.

"Anakin stop it!" Obi-wan chided half heartedly. He couldnt help it, deep down he did enjoy seeing the old playfull anakin rear his head. It was rare.

"Oh i think the feelings mutual. Lucky obi-wan y/n~" you flushed brighter and squeaked. The grin on obi-wan's face dropped and he began scolding him. But as usual it fell on deaf ears.

"Thats not fair! Jedi get the force, the sabers, and now anal?!" Cody cried raising his hands in a 'what the fuck' gesture. You threw your head back laughing at the list of jedi perks. Even anakin broke out into a thunderous laugh. Clearly the man had done the back door break in probably to avoid pregnancy; much like you if your honest.

"no one is getting anal; dont you dare give me that look y/n" obi-wan stated making the room break out into a chorus of groans. Yoh giggled though, your pout had caught iphis attention.

"Boring old fart" you snipped slumpjng back into your seat with a grunt.

"Hey! Watch it" he growled snapping his fingers whislt pojntjng at you.

"What ever you say daddy~" you laughed when his composure slipped and his cheeks glowed. You smirked at him. Gotcha! He rolled his eyes waving a hand at you before slipping away from the group with a sigh. By know youd thought he'd learn youd do anything to rile him up. Teasing was pretty much the only fun you got. Well untill you got so e leave and found a little fuck boy.

#oh for fic sake fics #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #obi wan imagine #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker #star wars anakin

[baconcolacan]

Haha you're probably so sick of these au swaps but im really invested!

I imagine if S!Tom and R!tom changed places spiritually instead, just imagine R!Tom waking up (in S!Toms body) freaking out because 1 he cant see shit and 2 someone is hugging him from behind?? Stay Tomm from the other hand..Oh..god. I doubt he'd be able to defend himself with R!Toms injuries

HAHAHA NOT AT ALL! Its good brain exercise for my creative flow, I dont mind the au swaps at all.

Oh definitely, R!Tom would NOT handle suddenly being blind too well. He'd probably think Tord had done something to him while he was asleep, plus he HATES physical contact so he would definitely freak out and start kicking/hitting at whoever is hugging him. This of course causes S!Tord to yell and curse "AY FY FAEN!!" which would only DOUBLE R!Tom's panic at hearing an (almost) familiar voice speak Norwegian. He'll tumble out of the bed in his panic and back away as much as he can until his back hits the wall, but he won't move since he cant see, though his fight instincts will be dialed up HIGH and will be ready to retaliate if anybody even comes CLOSE. Then...he starts seeing heat signatures. Which freaks him out EVEN MORE. "Owwww fuck! Thomas what the hell was that for?!"

The figure on the bed says, and Tom has no doubts that it's Tord. He growls and somehow his throat makes an animalistic sound, which, huh cool, but also not his main focus right now. "You stay the fuck back Larsin or so help me god I will KILL you."

That seems to make Tord pause on the bed. "...Kjaere that isn't funny."

Tom bears his teeth and somehow they feel sharper, he hears Tord pull in a quiet breath. "Come any closer and we'll see who's laughing you bastard."

They stay in silence for a while, and Tord's....fidgeting? On the bed. "What...is going on? Love are you...okay? What-" "Do NOT fucking call me that." Somehow his words sounded jumbled, a clicking noise in his throat followed after his growl. "Kjae- T-Tom..." That makes Tom pause at least. Tord never really called him Tom- at least not when he isn't trying to annoy him- plus...the way he said it seems...different somehow?? "Please...be calm, your hound, you're starting to trigger a shift...doesn't it hurt??" His what?? What in the world is happening?? "What are you-" Suddenly a door bursts open and Tom is back to raising his hackles. An actual goddamned hiss tears out from his throat as a new presence runs into the room. But...the scent (?) is familiar, and....he doesn't feel threatened by it. "...Daddy??"

Pup. Puppy. His (?) pup. His child- what??? he doesn't have a child!! - his pup. He makes a few clicking sounds before he could stop himself. The new presence stops. Then chirps. Suddenly he's all fours and running towards his pup the kid (?), he feels something lashing behind him as he curls himself around the kid before leaning up to growl low at Tord still on the bed. "...Uh...pappa??" The kid burrows himself closer to Tom, who calms down a bit at the action and lowers himself just a little. "What...is happening??" "I...don't know, puffin...." It takes a while, but eventually, AK manages to corral his dad (?) away from his papa. Meanwhile Tord makes a call to get Bing down to the cabin to find out just what the hell is going on. Why is Tom acting so strange?? ...And how come a partial shift didn't seem to hurt him?? ---- So....his eyes are back. Thats...wow, weird?? But....it seems like he's lost every other sense he had as a hellhound. Everything feels dull and limited. He cant feel any heat signatures, scents dont differentiate each other anymore. He can't feel the thrum of his hound in his veins. His body....ough fuck, holy hell. What the fuck ate him up and spat him out??? He sees all the bandages on him, and wondered how the fuck he wasn't dead yet. A door opened. Tom looks up and almost reels back in shock. T...Tord?? No, wait, how could...he's young, 30 at most, there are subtle differences to him, but he looks exactly like his husband used to when they were in their 30s. ...And why is he dressed like a douchebag?? What the hell?? "T...Elskede?"

'Tord' seemed to come at an abrupt stop as the door closed behind him. His one eye went wide, though it wouldn't be obvious to outsiders, Tom was extremely familiar with Tord's emotions when he tried to keep them subtle. Then a smile crawled up his face. And it looked too cold. "Hm, interesting..." Tom found himself wincing at the tone of voice 'Tord' used. It sounded too hollow, too distant, too...eerie, he supposed. His husband never spoke to him like that, as if he were some interesting toy. "I was wondering if you ever picked up on my language...." 'Tord' approached him, and suddenly all of Tom's senses were screaming at him to get out- His hands stopped before he could lift them. He was strapped down. What the hell?! "Have you been keeping secrets from me, Thomas?" 'Tord' was at his side now, and Tom flinched when his flesh hand came to caress the side of his face. "Did you study my mother tongue for me?" 'Tord' chuckled low, a cruel little laugh, as he gripped at Tom's chin to forcibly make him look at him. "I feel so touched!"

Tom felt his blood go cold. This man....isn't his husband....

"Won't you say it again, Thomas?" Red frowned at him, trying to look pleading, but his grip deepened more and more as Tom kept his silence, enough that his fingers were starting to dig into his skin. FUCK! THAT HURTS! Tom growled and pulled his head away, only for Tord to grip at his cheeks and yank him back towards him as he cried out. "Oh, no no no no no!" Red tutted at him as he held his face in a bruising grip. "You don't get to play with my feelings like that Thomas! How could you say something so sweet then suddenly act so cold??" Red tilted his head. "That's not very nice you know."

Tom scowled up at him. "Go fuck yourself, Larsin." He hissed.

Red chuckled. "Oh well." He said before letting Tom go only to grab him by the neck and slam him backwards on the bed, causing Tom to yelp and choke as the hold on him tightened.

He tried to break out of the hold, humans weren't as strong as hounds. But....he can't. What in the world is happening?! "I don't mind doing things the hard way."

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hahaha I did have fun! As much as I could on a business trip anyway lmao. And the rest was good and well and long <3 I saw lots of birds.

#asks #letmeaskdanielaquestion #regimen ao3 #ew stay au #The Conference Table #AUGH AUGH AUHG #NO WAY SOMEONE SAVE MY BOY S!TOM

[trash----panda]

PT 3 (cause i got some motivation)

The truck came to a stop, almost knocking Dendro over when it lurched, though he quickly stabalized using his tail to balance. He starred up at the front console, still kinda anxious about the whole thing. They werent a combat team, they werent even cleared for self-defense, so if anything happened they were only allowed to run away. He glanced at Joey, she didnt seem half as worried as him, wasnt she scare of the mutations? His sigh was loud enough to catch her attention.

"what?" Her voice snapped him out of it for a moment, he just kinda starred at her as he fastened his mask "nothing, really just ... Havent really had a partner for this before"

"for what?" She literally hadnt listened to a word said, off in her own little world

"scouting.... what we were sent to do"

"....."

"they just told us"

"doesnt ring a bell"

He was glad she couldnt really see his face through his mask, this was gonna be hell to get through. "Whatever lets just hurry, and dont touch anything" he went to the back of the vehicle, opening it up and stepping out, making a log that the vehicle was left on Acorn Drive, it's always better to make sure you arent lost, espeacially in a place like this. The buildings around them looked long abandoned, crumbling and overgrown, it bothered Dendro but this just reminded Joey of the hive she grew up in. She flew up and sat on his shoulder, figuring it'd make less noise if she didnt fly. He was very obviously hesitant but started exploring anyways, occasionally feeling for his dagger on his hip, good, it was still there.

After what felt like ages to the pixie they finallt made it to the abandoned mall, supposedly they were supposed to be searching the area to make sure no new mutations had spawned, and if so, notify the clean up crew. Dendro was cautious, searching quietly and watching for any movement. While Joey was pretty sure nothing was out to get them, getting bored and deciding to explore.

(TW. Slight Gore, Fear, Loss of limb)

She had gone ahead and found an old clothing store, spotting the section with pins, picking each up and examining them. Giving a small chuckle at some of the jokes. Dendro spotted her, still talking in a hushed whisper "what are you doing"

"there's nothing here, we should take something as compesation"

"what? No what if it has germs"

"what are you, 5?" She rolled her eyes

"you know what i mean, i could get infected"

"yah right, like you, the most carful of us, would get infected from a little piece of plastic that says...." she starred at it "i cant actually read this one"

He got ready to continue arguing, but stopped himself, spotting some movement in the back, drawing his knife "Joey" he hissed. She just ignored him, kinda bitter now "it isnt even that big of a deal, i can be as loud as i want" she threw one of them down to prove a point, raising her voice "no one is even here-"

She didnt have time to finish the second, he'd tried to reach her in time but she was too far away, a large mutation, standing a good 9 ft tall (3 meters) had clamped it's teeth around her, probably not even noticing as it simply swallowed. Dendro starred in disbelief, he didnt know what to do, his mind racing. His eyes locked on her severed arm, the growl snapped him out of it, looking at this... this thing. It used to be a person but that was hard to tell, having no eyes now it moved on all fours, looked more like a dog than whoever it used to be. It hadnt heard him yet, he had a chance. He sucked in a silent breath, his chest feeling tight as he inched through the store. He knew protocal, abandon your partner. He knew it was best, just abandon your partner. But he couldnt, fuck, he was probably gonna get written up for this. He silently made his way behind it, tensing when it started sniffing around, he held as still as his body would let him, waiting for it to walk by before trying to throw himself against it.

It screamed, at least it sounded like one, screeching and flailing as he clung to it's hide, trying to push his dagger in. There was no way this was gonna work right? But he couldnt let go now or he was next. He managed to wedge the blade between it's ribs, perking up as he pushed it deeper, just out of reach as the creature snapped it's jaws at him. He knew his arm wasnt strong enough so he used his claws to pull himself up more. Pushing the blade down with his foot, leaving a sizable gash down it's side. That seemed to do the trick, he got lucky this one wasnt stable enough to survive a wound like that. Getting bashed against the ground as it collapsed on top of him. He had to struggle to get free, pushing it over and starring at the wound. His stomach was doing flips just thinking about it, but he had to, he pushed his hand inside, gagging a little. Even with the suit creating a barrier he could feel the organs when he pushed them around. There. He grabbed and pulled, starring at the stomach in front of him, seriously debating if this was worth it. He sliced it open, temporarily forgetting how gross it was when he spotted the pixie. He scooped her up as quickly as possible, holding her in one hand while pressing on her back with his fingers, just until she coughed and started breathing again. Relief flooding him.

(End of trigger warning area)

"you're alive"

She was still a little dazed, espeacially with the lack of oxygen "duh" she coughed again, feeling like she might throw up.

He paused, glaring a little cause of her attitude, mumbling softly "next time i'll kill you myself"

"wha?"

"hm?"

"....... I just thought.... you said something"

".....might be delarious... probably gonna need disinfected"

She tensed, struggling to do so but sitting up "hey no i can do that myself! I am more tha-" he cupped his hands around her to drown her out, wincing as he got up. He'd defiantly hurt himself getting thrown around like that. Headed back towards the van, they were both gonna need to be cleaned outside the vehicle. It came equipt with that, the disinfectant applied like a shower. At least that was kinda a punishment, the pixie did seem to hate water. Then they'd get to go back to the dorms for a warm meal, he desperatly needed one of those.

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(if anyone has a name for the story, feel free to suggest)

#giant/tiny #oc #size difference #my ocs #oc story #oc writing #gt writing

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hatchetfield anon here, and good to know it's fine to gush about them. (Had to Switch off from anonymous to send images :p)

The first one (and possibly less spoiler heavy) would probably be the diva, the queen bee-atch herself: Linda Monroe.

She's from Black Friday and she just scratches that part of my brain that's attracted to dommy rich ladies. She's important, her children are better than everyone else's, and though she thinks her husband is a sniveling fool, she appreciates his loyalty at least. She has a whole song about how she'll make everyone love her ("Adore Me". Quote: "You'll kneel before me, Kiss my toe"), and honestly? She's not wrong. Lot of people fell for the cult "exciting new little religion" that she started (me included. Lauren Lopez just eats her roles right the fuck up).

Then, of course, you have the cooky, reclusive, biology professor: Professor Hidgens.

Mad scientist mixed with theater kid vibes. Literally. He's as extra as you can imagine. And what I like best about him is that he's a "greater good" kind of villain. As soon as he realizes the alien hive mind that's turning the whole town into a musical (not the craziest part of this entire series, by far) could be humanity's last shot at world peace, he's all, "Okay. Yeah. Let's join the hive!", knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number" (quote: "it'll unify humanity, in a THUNDERING CHORUS! No exists from this Broadway venue~!"), which mixes in a except from the musical he wrote and was trying to get funding for called "Working Boys".

And finally, we have the most recent ones: Max Jagerman, and Grace Chastity.

Where do I start with Grace... She's a repressed Christian girl who thinks having no sexual thoughts until marriage is supposed to be the norm. Then she starts getting dirty thoughts, kills a man, gets her hands on a book full of rituals powered by eldritch beings and decides, "yeah. This is what I want to do with my life. Seducing pervy dudes and then, if they don't pass the vibe check, consume their soul in order to make me stronger..." One good day away from murder, really, as evidenced by her leading the songs "Bury the Bully" and "Dirty Dudes Must Die". Never really expected a character who has the canonical line "[after character A asks why character B would be in hell] -She's bisexual and dead, where else would she be?" to grow on me so strongly, and yet-

And finally we get to Max Jagerman. The unapologetically bastard of a jock with a God complex ("Don't need no one to tell me / High school will be my peak / So I'm willing to take advantage"). The way everyone paints him as this horrible monster in, well, "Literal Monster", and he doubles down on that when it becomes his turn to sing instead of the expected "I'm not *that* much of a monster, here's my redeeming qualities"... Even when his ghost is being sent to the shadow realm he reacts to it by literally saying "WORTH IT!". He's just hits all the right notes for me. The entirety of "Dirty Girl" was sung directly into my soul.

And i think that's about it for my rambling. Now I leave you with the knowledge that Grace and Max's most popular ship name (that I've seen) is "Holy Ghost/Spirit". Sorry for rambling and have a nice day!

THESE ALL SOUND SO GOOD! I definitely wanna watch these now, or at least just listen to the songs 😅😅😅

I don't even know where to start here! I cant even choose a favourite out of your descriptions!! Thank you so much!! Linda sounds completely like my type XD Oh- I have that same brain-part that makes you crave dommy rich ladies XD Especially if they're mean 😅 I'm happy to be a loyal spineless husband for a pretty woman with a sharp tongue XD Happy.

And Professor Hidgens looks promising too XD If you've been following my Callaghan meltdown you know I have a... Thing... for teachers ☠ And OH, just the way you've described him. 'knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number"'- Y E S. I'm all for this.

And- just- Grace and Max sound absolutely perfect XD She seems so gross and awful which I l o v e (When female villains get to be truly despicable and broken??? 👌👌👌), and him?? A villain being exactly (if not worse then) what everyone says??? Absolutely obsess-worthy.

#i n e e d them actually. #thank you soooo much for this!! i'm so into them now!! need to listen to the songs at l e a s t. #i hope you have a wonderful day too ^^ 💛

[guideaus]

im so conflicted, i cant help but think of trigun again and how here the story is clearly touching on how thorfinn wants to do everything himself, separate from "normal people" (away from the people he cares about), but yukimura uses the discussion for some heterosexual crap 😔

he has einar confusedly say "do you want to help thorfinn that badly?!?!" as if he wasnt also literally leaping into harm's way for thorfinn just a bit ago and frustrated with being left on the sidelines, a literal page ago. gudrid has less power and seems to apparently care a normal amount beyond leif and bug eyes and the woman that wants thorfinn dead, and the whole discussion gets turned into a girl crush moment, with her saying that anime "y-you idiot!!' after hitting a guy. the scene at least couldve been a normal moment to show she cares more than the other three, and does values thorfinn as a friend, but it feels like it skips straight to romantic implications. i personally feel like she hasnt been developed well enough yet, and, sure, theyre with thorfinn, but she doesnt feel like close friends, and this is used to hint she's developing romantic feelings, with leif making a fucking "man and woman" joke to tell you it, so it's just... dumb as hell.

it also feels weird that einar previously had no trouble falling in love w arnheid in the last arc, so he's probably more normal than thorfinn concerning that, and would be able to understand what gudrid's saying (if thats what the story is pushing), and they could probably bond since they both like thorfinn in some way, she could say he's also crazy for what he does to help thorfinn, but it's turned into a men and women cant understand each other moment that's supposed to be funny. the scene is also dedicated to this moment, not hinting what they could do later, or if they'll bring it up to him again. like that heterosexual writing really ruined a moment on multiple aspects... crazy

#personal #vinland saga lb #man im gonna. go look at trigun polyship fanart >:( #its so conflicting. nightow wouldnt even let vash get a partner bc he was too embarrassed (but had wolfwood and vash say all those wild #shounen rivals type lines) but then here gudri's hint of romantic affection isnt really believable or likable #she really does feel like the girl that is here so thats why she ends up w thorfinn. they dont even really feel like friends yet #neither story's way is bad btw but the execution is. vash never feels like hes fully best friends w meryl/milly (esp after ww dies) #it doesnt come off as a 'all types of relationships are valuable' moment. just that he doesnt fully achieve meaningful relationships #and here its like they skip the developing moments that could make me actually be interested in them to a men vs women moment #leif and bug eyes having no comment here sucks too

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP37 SPOILERS!

im a bit late bc i was at work all day but time for ep37 reactions!! i cant believe its already here

- now ive heard everyone talking about the intro i bet its gonna be a rickroll or some shit

- ITS FUCKINF ALL STAR. I KNEW THEY WOULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS

- A TEENAGE GIRLS PARENT JUST GOT SHOT AND KILLED AND UR PLAYING ALL STAR.

- hermie mention in the intro im so calm and cool and chill about this /j

- "ur enough as u are" AINT NO WAY UR ABOUT TO MAKE ME START CRYING OVER A PARODY OF SMASH MOUTHS ALL STAR. WHY DID U HAVE TO PULL OUT THE BIG GUNS

- I DONT WANT THE TAYLOR VOICE CHANGE GOD NO

- MATT IM SCREAMING

- WILL CAMPOS U ABSOLUTE MADMAN. i already knew he was gonna find a way around using revivify but THAT WAS WILD

- are people gonna start drawing normal w that piece of jewelry now. bc i wanna. i already like drawing him w bracelets

- oh god what is beths fact gonna be.

- "i just keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong times" BETH MAY U ARE EVIL. THE PLOT OF THIS EPISODE HASNT EVEN STARTED AND IM ALREADY EMO

- ITS STARTING. OH NO

- NICKY BETTER FUCKING SHOW UP im curious to see what they actually decided on for the reason for him not being there last episode

- HERMIE WAS REMEMBERED giggles and kicks my feet

- TAYLOR AND LINCOLN ARENT AWARE THAT TERRY IS DEAD RN.

- were getting terris reaction rn i cant believe this is happening

- IM starting to feel sick godddd

- i bet im gonna see art of the lincoln and taylor piggyback ride hehe

- OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD TERRIS ASLEEP THIS MEANS WERE GONNA GET SCARY BACK. ALSO IS SHE GONNA SEE WILLY OH NOOOO

- NO NO NO NO NONONO

- "theres my girl" STFUUUUUU

- DOES SCARY REMEMBER ANYTHING??? DOES SHE KNOW WHATS GOING ON????

- "just wake him up" I. HATE. THIS EPSIODE

- SCARY GETTING CHOKED UP I CANT DO THIS

- TERRY DIDNT EVEN NEED TO DIE FUCK THIS

- "whoooa shit thats fucked up!" anthony burch i know u are just so incredibly pleased w urself.

- SCARYS STILL PRETENDING LIKE SHE DOESNT CARE ABOUT TERRY. JUST FEEL UR FEELINGS GIRL GOOD GOD

- "EMBARRASSING"??? FOR A KID TO BE UPSET THAT ONE OF THEIR PARENTS GOT MURDERED???? WILLY STAMPLER WTF IS WRONG W U

- there was never a more obvious lie than willy saying hell revive terry

- 19 INSIGHT LETS GOOO

- THATS RIGHT SCARY. STAND THE FUCK UP TO HIM

- NORMAL DESPERATELY TRYING TO HELP AWWWW MAN :[[ I HATE THIS

- PUTS MY HEAD IN MY HANDS. THIS IS SO DEEPLY UPSETTING

- WHEN WE SAID WE WANTED MORE SCARY AND NORMAL INTERACTIONS WE DIDNT THINK ITD BE LIKE THIS!!!

- THE TWINS ARE HERE NOW OMG

- beth is out for fucking blood this episode. god she is so good at making the audience feel for her characters

- SHES TELEPORTING TO GRANT?? IM NOT READY YET

- "hes dangerous! get away from him!" THE FACT THAT THIS IS LINCOLN SAYING THIS ABOUT GRANT BREAKS MY HEART

- SCARY HAS A GUN FUCK YEAH!!!

- FIRST HERMIE SPEAKING LINE OF THE EPISODE YIPPEEEE

- halfway through the episode now. cant wait to see what could possibly go wrong next!!

- i love whenever anthony allows a fun rulebreaking idea to work

- IDK WHY THE IDEA OF THE KIDDADS HAVING A GC IS SO FUNNY TO ME

- rons status remains a mystery....

- "we could do a whole scene w just hermie and all the other ones" u joke matt but i enjoy every scene w hermie no matter how unnecessary and drawn out

- as always linc and taylor are such a funny iconic duo

- WERE FINALLY GETTING ANGRY NORMAL??? FINALLY????

- WILL WITHDRAWING HIS COOL MOVE LMAO

- i just realized WE STILL HAVENT SEEN NICKY!!! GODDAMN!!!

- "the gayest fucking mecha of all time" swiftli fans do u like the new ship name /j

- ig i cannot deny it anymore swiftli is practically canon atp

- NICKY!!!! NICKY!!!!! I SHOT STRAIGHT UP IN MY SEAT

- NICKY AND HERMIE ARE FINALLY INTERACTING. PRAISE THE LORD

- i thought nicky got all his limbs back?? did anthony just forget

- btw ive probably been waking up my whole house w how hard im laughing over swiftli this episode

- LINCOLNS GONNA PUNCH GRANT WHOA. WHOA

- "so what are u gonna do, ur gonna kill me?" as i said before. i hate this episode.

- SCARY OBLITERATED PAPA JOHN SO FAST WHOA.

- THE DUNGEON SETUP VS THE TONE OF THE EPISODE HELPPP

- i just had such a weird thought/prediction. but i will hold my tongue. bc the last time i said something like this it came true and i do not want this to come true

- IS SCARY GONNA BREAK IT W LOVE FOR TERRY. I CANT DO THIS

- "i love u and i hate that u made me love u when u are who u are and u knew it." I WISH U COULD SEE MY FUCKING FACE RN. HOLYYY SHIT THATS DEVASTATING

- oh. my. good. lord.

- GUYS????? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW. HOLY FUCK. THAT WAS HEAVY AS SHIT

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

[candiedapplez]

I ask you all of the questions from that one reblog. Good luck/nf/j

Omg ok this will be a while then tehehehehehehhe im not complaining though!!!! Heres the questions so u can look at the questions and the answers!

1.this one is OBVIOUS!!! A-90 and Opheebop!!! DUUUUUUUH!

2.lighter. Ive never used a match before

3.ew no!!! I don't want buggies crawling in my room while im sleeping!!!! However i have before!

4. Aaaaaa ive never really gotten into that stuff so i cant really give an answer-

5. A really dark brown!!

6. Oops i did that again???

7. Well idk ive used both and they are both work really well! however i do think scrunchies are safer for your hair, i use normal hair ties more often because scrunchies are more bulky and yeah i dont prefer that, but both are great!

8. Six. I have six.

9.NONE! COFFE IS GROSS BLEEEEEEGH!!

10. Ofc!!

11. Does drawing count?

12. Good day!!!!! I havent cried yet so-

13. Not too long ago, like an hour ago actually. I had pizza! (Incase u were wondering)

14. HELL YEAH!!!

15. Nope and i never want to be 😗

16. NoooooOoOoO-

17. Nope i have perfect vision muah

18. I DONT WANNA SAY TEHE! (Sry)

19. Yea ofc!!! But they probably wont turn out good…

20. Soda…. Ive never seen or heard anyone say pop before….

21. Plushies!!!! I have a unicorn plush my old friend (we dont talk anymore since she moved) gave me for my 7th bday!!!! Yes i remember when, yes i still have it! And its in perferct condition!!! Also there was this one kid who ig had a crush on my and he gave me a basket full of stuff for valentines day and i still have said basket-

22. I have no clue what this means? I guess sensitive?

23. Love it!!!!!

24. Eating :] (and joking abt pushing each other off probably/JOKE/JOKE/JOKE/JOKE)

25. Aaaa i use all of them but i use lotion most so ig lotion?

26. Idk what to say for this one aaaaaagh

27. Like 5 i think? Ive been getting better with my sleep time!!!!

28. Not anymore, our school last year said we could take them off, however i was SO insecure about my face (still am, but not as much as before) so i would wear it every single day. If i showed up to school without one people got surprised. I stopped wearing them this year, however.

29. Hot????

30. THE FUCKING WATER BOTTLES!!!!

31. Theres a lot, i dont wanna get into it 😵‍💫

32…… is that a thing? People have favorite towels??

33. Hm my school took us on a field trip to a high school so we can see animals if that counts… (i have pictures btw if u wanna see them! We saw pigs, sheep, cows and bunny! I didnt take pic of bunny tho 😢)

34. LITERALLY EVERY SIX THE MUSICAL SONG HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS (the only ones i might mess up on are aywd and idnyl bc aywd is long and i dont listen to idnyl often)

35. Pst!!

36. Only once! My username used to have a 0 between the words (Candied0applez) but i changed it bc it made it sound like i candied no apples… but i was originally going to be called caramelapplez but i thought candied sounded better heheh)

37. The friend i mentioned earlier i met first day of kindergarden, her name is Alana, and this other girl Maya i met before kinder! We met eachother at a park and when we walked home we found out we were neighbors so we instantly became besties! (We still are to this day but she lives 30 mins away so i dont see her often-(

38. All…?

39. Sometimes!

40. Ice cream!!!

41. Empty. Coffee is gross

42. Hahahah yt, roblox and occasionally twitter!

43. HAND IT OVER BITCH!

44. Myself/j fucking donald trump 🤮👈🖕

45. NO ☺️

46. Oh god i dont watch any 🫢

47. | v

this actually was to the other girl i mentioned earlier! Maya! I found baby pictures of us when we were in 2nd-3rd grade and i showed her today!!!

48. Never and i dont plan on ever!

49. Never tried

50. GO AHEAD I GET SO EXCITED WHEN IM TAGGED IN SOMETHING AAAAA!

omg that took forever!!! Gosh i dont mind though!!! These were fun questions! Aaaaaaaa i enjoyed that tyty!