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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Shopping - Garfield Logan

Warnings; Language, fluff.

Pairing; Gar Logan x gn!reader

Summary; Whilst grocery shopping with Gar you get into an argument over what to buy. based on this prompt list

AN: I actually despise Oreos but we do what we gotta do, am I right?

You hadn't intended for this to happen. Fighting with Gar wasn't a common occurrence, especially in public for others to view, but right now there was a dilemma. It was meant to be a quick trip to the store, an evening run before the shop closed to get some essential items; toilet paper, milk, eggs, paper towels, coffee, and of course—Oreos.

But things weren't going to plan to say the least. As of right now, you stood in the biscuit aisle, Gar in front of you with a frown on his face. "Can't you just do this one thing for me?" He's deadly serious, emotion in his voice as he stares back at you, but you're unresponsive to his puppy dog eyes.

"Gar, I love you, you know that, but there are some things I just can't do."

"It's fudge-covered Y/N, fudge-covered Oreos! Can't you make this one fucking exception?" It's amusing to watch being an outsider, you're sure of it, but in this fight, you have to win no matter the cost, even if it ends in blood.

"Original Oreos are the only choice Gar, I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry, you know, I let you get whatever you want always, but not this time." Gar leans toward the shelf, picking up the package he so desperately wants, and tossing it into the shopping basket in your hand. "We're getting the fudge."

"No," You take out the cookies, shoving them back into the shelf with as much aggression as you can muster. You've broken some of the cookies inside, but you don't care. "We're getting original, end of discussion." You pick up what you deem to be the correct flavour, packing it carefully into the basket next to the eggs.

"You know, it wouldn't fucking kill you to try something new for once!" Gar says it a little too loud, his voice echoing a down the aisle and startling an old lady at the end of it. He mutters a sorry in her general direction before continuing. "You're so selfish sometimes." He grabs a new packet of fudge-covered Oreos, this time keeping them close, so you don't damage them.

"Oh, so I'm selfish now?" You turn to the other end of the aisle calling out to the old lady who still resides at the end. "Do you think I'm selfish?"

The woman looks up, hands shaking as she grasps her walking stick tight, she's got a pack of fudge-covered Oreos under one arm, and without meaning to you roll your eyes. "For fucks sake, never mind." You wave her off when she goes to reply and Gar frowns at you with disapproval before turning to the woman.

"So sorry for the disruption miss, lovely choice of biscuit you've got there." He sends her his signature smile, white teeth flashing pleasantly in a way that makes you both love and hate him at this moment. Curse his good looks and nice boy charm.

"Look, why don't we just get both?" You don't know how the words escape you, because quite frankly you want to win this argument more than anything, but Gar has a way of working you over without doing anything at all. His eyes widen when you say it as if he wasn't expecting it either, and then another smile erupts on his lips. It's wide, sweet, and beyond cute.

"Yeah, that's a great idea." Still, with caution, he places his preferred flavour of Oreo into the basket, watching you carefully and ready to pull them to safety any second. When you don't move to destroy his snack he steps forward, enveloping you in a hug, chin resting atop your head. "You're really cute when you're mad, you know?"

You grunt into his chest, and with the arm that isn't holding the basket, you hug him back. "Let's get out of here."

By the time you pay for your groceries and get to the car, the sky is dark, and the shop is closing. Employees wander the carpark, walking like zombies to their cars after long shifts. As you buckle yourself in you hear a rustling beside you, the sound of plastic being torn. When you turn to face the green-haired boy in the driver's seat, he's opened his special flavour of Oreos, staring at them with wide eyes.

In the next second, Gar bites into one with a smile. "Delicious."

"Can I try one?" It's the second thing you didn't expect yourself to say that night, but in truth, the new flavour of Oreo does look interesting. Gar seems to enjoy it, and that only makes you want to try one more.

"No." His response is simple and takes you off guard to the point where your eyes widen in disbelief.

"What d'you mean no? Give me a bite!" You reach for the packet of open biscuits, but Gar pulls them out of your reach, smacking your hand gently away with a frown.

"No, I'm not going to give you a bite because I know you're not gonna like it. Then you're going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I don't want to listen to that right now." he pushes your hand away once more as you make another advance, and you have to admit he's right. It happens all the time, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to try the Oreos, if anything it makes you want one more.

"Just give me one, please?" You try a nicer approach, this time it's your turn to try out the kicked puppy look, and it seems to work a charm because Gar softens just a little.

"The answer is still no; you've got your boring person Oreos to eat." He pushes the regular flavour in your direction, and you ignore it, letting the packet fall into your lap as you stare him down with the saddest of looks.

"Please, Gar?"

You're wearing him down and you know it, he knows it too, exchanging a look between you and the Oreos he's holding out of your reach. "Fine."

He passes you one with caution and after a moment you take a gentle bite, not giving anything away in your expression as you examine the flavour. You want to make Gar nervous about how you'll react, and the tactic is effective because in the next second Gar's shooting you with questions.

"So, what'd you think? It's good right?"

You pause for dramatic effect before nodding. "Yeah, it's good."

His eyes widen before he's letting out a gentle chuckle, pride consuming his eyes and smile. "See, trying something new isn't so bad." He's grinning again, but it doesn't last long when you shrug, shoulders coming right up to meet the sides of your jaw.

"It's still not as good as the original." A mischievous grin taints your features as an exaggerated groan falls from Gar's lips. He's slumped down into his seat, sitting low as he stares you down.

"You're so lucky I love you, you know." It comes as a tired mutter before he's sitting back up in his seat, starting the car. You allow yourself to laugh at that, and soon Gar follows suit because, at the end of the day, the Oreos don't really matter. You drive home with music blasting from the car radio, the biscuit dilemma long forgotten by the time you're home from your journey. It's late by the time you get back, and after fumbling with the house keys and wandering inside, you're exhausted from the supermarket escapade. So, even after the tireless bickering in the store, you find that sitting on the couch, you and Gar each with your own preferred flavour of Oreo is the best night you could have asked for.

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primusdemoniccreatrix · 1 year

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Dreams of Milk and Honey (The Mandalorian X Earthling Reader)

I was inspired by a need to mother Grogu. I love him, my green son. Yes, I made things up, Marie Kondo style. Sue me. gif by @jedialways

Love, One At A Time

"Okay, there we go" You set up your phone just across from you, propped up precariously from across you on the counter, the device perched upon a strange contraption of wires and some questionable scrap metal that looked like it should be on the outside of the great antique ship the Razor Crest instead of inside but who was going to notice?

Well, someone, but not you. Out of sight, out of mind.

You open up the app, letting the timer start.

"Grogu, we're taping! Come on! Let's start!"

A small wrinkled green child with ears twice the size of its head and a nose as small and cute as a flower bell smiled widely at you, excited for what you had planned today.

"Good morning, and Welcome to the 'Craver Crest' where we make and bake what you're craving!" you spoke into the camera, smiling at your reflection as you speak. You turned and waved Grogu over, speaking once more to a disembodied audience as you kept your eyes on the little baby padding his way over to you, arms outstretched and ready for the world. You cradled him into your arms and had him face the camera with you to 'say hi to your fans!'

"Today and every day, all day, we welcome our sous-chef and taste-tester, Grogu! So today, we'll let Grogu decide what we get to make!" You presented two unused wires, one blue and one red, as choice makers. "So, Grogu, we can make either those cookies you like or we can make a snack sandwich today! Which would you like to pick? Blue for cookies, red for sandwich!" you chirped for him. Under your breath, you hummed the Jeopardy theme song as you smiled at Grogu, his big brown eyes full of innocence and sunlight that had seen too much pain already, living every day to the fullest, eagerly choosing the blue wire like you guessed he would. He did have a sweet tooth after Nevarro, after all.

"Well, looks like we're making cookies!" You grab a bowl and bring it to the camera, filling it with the egg whites and the cream you'd gotten at the behest of a few villagers you'd met several days ago. The places you'd travelled to had often yielded both unimaginable (to you) adventures and was often rewarded with homely little goods or money, but they were often a combination that greatly helped you pick out what you wanted. The last planet you'd been on, a pretty planet named Naboo, had offered you some goods that were easy to keep in the foodstore inside the Crest. The eggs belonged to some animals whose name you couldn't remember, but all that mattered was that the ingredients given to you by some thankful shop-owners you'd inadvertently helped by getting rid of the bounty had thanked you with some confectionary recipes for on-the-go dessert as a thank you, and also gave you at least 3 weeks of ingredients' worth for it! Mando sighed as he accepted, and you were determined to use them; it'd clear the shelves for the 'more important foodstuffs' he'd claim, like the practical grump he was.

"So, we've got our bowl with the rested egg whites, and the yokes I already cooked for breakfast, isn't that right, Grogu?" you asked, turning to the small green child who cooed in agreement, the camera catching your interactions as you spoke on about the ingredients of green sugar, blue cream, some paste that was almost almond-like, etc. You'd no idea that some sugars and milks in the galaxy could come in their own colours like that, but it just goes to show how far humankind could go if they weren't currently warring over dreams of delusional imperialism.

You turned to Grogu often, letting him join in the cooking after introducing the ingredients.

"Here, Grogu, could you pour the sugar in for me?" You'd lift him up and use a free hand to help him pour the contents of the bowl and then kiss his cheek as he laughed. "What a lovely assistant you are!"

"Would you pass me the spatula, dear?" He cooed as he lifted a small spoon, before you told him it was the one beyond, and as he grabbed it, you called him a 'sweet and clever sous-chef!' and bopped his teeny tiny nose before helping him stir the ingredients to finish off the quick recipe. Soon enough, it was time to put the fast-made sandwich batter for the macarons onto baking sheets and warm them, and you and Grogu laughed as you piped little circles of the batter onto a hoverpan, known to be the perfect non-stick pan even in heavy baking! You gave Grogu the important job of holding a small heart-shaped thick wire that worked as a cookie-cutter, and the wire was clean and usable, you'd made sure. Grogu was up to the task, concentrating very hard, his little eyes narrowing to inspect your work and ears perking up at every little heart-shape you both made. He took his job seriously and it warmed your heart every time.

By the time the pan was covered in two dozen hearts, the first two hearts were ready to be baked. In a matter of a few more minutes filled with your storytelling of Mando's most recent hunt, every last one of the hearts were ready, the quick-acting flour doing its job well. "Well, these look ready, so, with my sous-chef's word, we shall bake them! What do you say, chef? Shall we show our audience how to cook?"

Grogu's tiny fists waved in the air as he let out a squeal of agreement, and with a kiss to his head, you placed it into the Crest's oven, no preheat needed.

The wait was only 30 minutes, and you filled that time playing with Grogu, keeping him occupied as he passed you some sugar and milk, spilling a teeny bit as he lifted it to you, and you took it graciously and joked about the milk being excited enough to leap, just to hear Grogu giggle.

Grogu helped you mix, and in the corner of your eye, you could see your phone still recording, you and your lively little green boy stirring some fluffy butter-cream mix together for his cookies. You didn't know if he could read these recipe cards, but he was clearly vivacious, eager for the world, seeing it with the eyes of a child, even though he's known so much pain. This video wasn't just to make a joke and some fun: it was a small part selfish, but a bigger part for Grogu: he was already 50, and considering how young he was, it was clear he was going to outlive you. You didn't know if you'd be able to see him beyond a toddler's age, didn't know if you'd be able to hear him speak English/Basic, didn't know if sometime in the future, he might even forget you, or worse: not have the means or time to do something that makes him happy in a galaxy, a whole fucking galaxy's worth of enemies. You wanted to leave something for him, a memory of something fun, and maybe, just maybe, you'd find some way of living too, even as a little ghost who brought Grogu some joy in his young life. You'd give anything to be with him, but even you were mortal: you hoped you could give him a childhood to look back on before the future comes, whenever it may be.

The timer dinged in the midst of your little game of patty-cake you were teaching your three-fingered companion, and he jumped up, ears perking at the sudden noise. His eyes lit up, and you giggled at his antics. "Looks like our cookies are ready!"

His scream of joy was worth your teeth nearly gritting. His little feet pitter-pattered towards the oven that took you only a few steps to reach, but you walked slowly so as to give him time. "Come along, sous-chef, let's see what we made!" You had to move Grogu from the oven's front as he stubbornly squirmed until you told him hot air might hit him, and when he moved, you grabbed a protective handler and took the hoverpan out, placing it on the counter. You could feel Grogu tug on your clothes, trying to get up, so you picked him up and let him see the cookies.

"Well, it looks like we're finished! We just need to put them on the cooling rack! Would you help me, oh great sous-chef?" you exaggerated with a flourished bow, and a coo answered you in the affirmative. You took Grogu in your hands, took a flat-headed spatula that should be legally classified as a giant screwdriver, and with both your hand and Grogu's on the handle, lifted the first cookie up off the pan, the airy concoction coming up effortlessly, and you flipped it onto a cooling rack, making Grogu kick his little feet in excitement at this new activity. You two continued to flip the cookies, making sure you were explaining to Grogu to 'flick the wrist' and 'be gentle, or they might break before we can use them, okay hon?" and soon enough all the shells were cooling. You checked the recipe card from the shop-owner once more, seeing that the cookie shells just needed "a moment to rise and then it would be ready for the filling"; you turned to Grogu, telling him: "we can wait, right? We're almost done?" He tilted his head at you, and you nodded back, setting him down on the counter. "Well, we heard him, we're almost done and then its time for filling the cookies and eating! Did you want to say hi to the camera, sous-chef? Any words?" You pointed him the camera out to him, and he waved at his reflection, babbling at the phone, before the last clump of green sugar left from cooking caught his interest.

The timer blinking on your phone, and with Grogu occupied within supervision, you decided to add a personal touch to the video.

"So, Grogu and I made some cookies today, and we found out that flipping the cakes is a lot of fun! And that we have to be careful near heat sources, right?" You sighed at the camera, eyes distant, looking at Grogu in the camera who was facing the cookies, watching them with interest. "I hope that this recipe is something that you can enjoy any time, and I hope life gives you many sweet treats as sweet as you are. You're the world to me, baby, I love you so much; I hope you know that, sweetling". You smiled softly at the camera, before your expression turned to one of confusion as a turquoise macaron shell hovered in the air, Grogu's eyes narrowed and hand raised.

"Grogu no! They need to cool-" You got out of your seat and caught the cookie as it was making its way, hissing at the heat remaining on it before putting it back on the rack. You turned back to Grogu, his teeny hand now down as he looked up at you with those puppy eyes that screamed innocence with the gleam of mischief only you, Mando, and other parents could recognize in him. Snickering, you pick him up, cradling him to you, as you spoke with as honeyed a stern voice as you could make: "Grogu, those need to cool before we put the icing in or they'll get mushy and not tasty!"

The last thing the camera saw was a human placing buttercream onto little green shells, and a green baby putting another one atop, making a sandwich, both filled with smiles on their faces, love in their hearts as the human fed the tiny one the first of the cookies, the child enjoying them quite dearly.

Mando heard a beep registering on his vambrace, the alert not important but originating from his ship: your 'phone' he'd connected to his systems had taken a video. He remembered how he'd tracked your moves when you came aboard, and though it wasn't necessary, it was still a precaution that could help, he believed. The notification was a video file, titled Craver Crest1_ Cookies.

Well, it was alliterated?

He opened up the file. His helmet's visor picked up the command, and as he walked down the tunnels back towards the Crest since he'd delivered the bounty, the backdrop of the dark empty tunnel was perfect for the hologram as it appeared from his vambrace's built-in holoprojector.

He watched, nearly stumbling a few times as the passengers on the Crest made the same cookies he'd seen Grogu eat on Nevarro. It was so lovely to see Grogu smile and laugh, and learn about different things while having fun. The sight of him kicking his feet in excitement was something the Mandalorian would carry with him, an image in the back of his head, of just how cute Grogu would get sometimes. He watched as the video ended with the passengers, Grogu and his babysitter, smile and eat, waving goodbye to the camera with cookies in their hands. The video turned off, and the Mandalorian stepped out into the light of the lavender sunset on Tiragon, and made his way back to the ship. He wondered if there would be any cookies left for him? He'd know once he got back to the Cravor Crest, where they made the cookies he was now craving.

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bardic-tales · 11 months

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I just want to say thank you to everyone who has supported me with Loki. The OC, SWTOR, and Writeblr communities have been really supportive. I appreciate all of your asks, your replies, and your DMs. I also appreciate those who took time to reach out to me on Discord.

I didn't answer the replies in my other post a few days ago because I just got off of Tumblr and spent time with him.

I need to take a week for myself to just celebrate his life and focus on healing. I will start my OC Bingo Square next week. I'm taking the time to immerse myself in my Uncharted OC, as that is what is bringing me the most comfort.

TW: Pet Loss.

Yesterday, we decided to finally let our ginger boi go, so he could run across the Rainbow Bridge. The vet told us that there was no way that Loki would have been moderately happy again. The tumor had grown so large in a month, that we needed to make the choice to let him go.

I woke up at 2 am yesterday morning to spend time with him. I fed him his favorite cat food -- as he wasn't able to eat cheese that he loved anymore. I had to actually put it on a spoon to fed it to him. I groomed him and bathed him one last time. It was impossible to keep his coat clean. That was another factor -- one that the vet agreed.

Before we went and as I took a shower, Loki came into the bathroom and meowed at me. He hadn't meowed since before his diagnosis. I cuddled him with Fenrir, Cookie, and Sky with us.

On the way there, I sat in the backseat of our Rav4 as my husband drove to the vet. I asked him to turn our radio station to 14, and the song that came on was titled 'Release Me' by Agnes. I know the song isn't about that, but it resonated with me. I don't know if anyone believes that animals give us a sign, but I feel like this was Loki telling me that it is okay.

On the way there and in the vet waiting room, Loki was patient. He never meowed in the carrier. He would always meow after his first seizure, as that carrier had come to represent a trip to the vet -- no matter how many car rides and treats we would give him afterwards. I think he knew what he wanted and that it was time.

As the doctor's gave him a sedative to make him relax -- and I am thankful for my vet as he is really a great vet who puts the pets first -- he started to purr. He wanted to give us a little extra time with him, I think. The vet would need to have an extra, stronger sedative.

Throughout it all, Loki never stopped purring. We kept petting him, and he spent his final moments loved and purring.

It is hard to look at his food dish, but I know that he is in a better place. Skye had decided to take over his favorite sunny spot. Skye's patterns in her ginger fur looks exactly like him. I still think he sent her to us before his death as he knew that she needed help and we would need support: although we have Fenrir and Cookie.

I don't think it has sunk into Fenrir yet that his best friend is gone. We're giving all the cats extra cuddles and treats to help them in their grief.

I am still crying sometimes, but, as the vet said, we made the right choice at the right moment at the right time. I tried to explain to Justin why it hurts so much for me, but I could only come down to that Loki and I had a really strong bond. We both saved each other in a sort of way.

I love Loki, and I always will. He is not with his ashes as we are having him cremated, and I fully believe that I will see him again one day and that his spirit is beside me, watching over me.

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seconds-not-decades · 2 years

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Step {Back} In Time

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my season two fic (and sequel to Time and Chase). I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season two being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: Slightly long post, cursing, violence, lots of blood, and mention of death.

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Öga For Öga

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On April the 1st, 2019, the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.

Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.

Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very family members who brought it on.

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1982

Five and Karina made their way to the hotel, with Five reading the paper to make sure they were at the right place. More or less time period. The two slipped inside the hotel, surrounded by people dressed in some European folk attire.

"Excuse me," Five went over to a lady near the front desk.

"Uff da!" she shot up quickly. "You two snuck up on me there. If you're looking for the cookies, we don't put 'em out till 3:00."

"I can hardly wait," Five dryly returned.

"Uh, ma'am, do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?" Karina inquired sweetly.

The lady smiled at her fondly. "Sure do, honey bun. Muskellunge Banquet Room. You two looking for your mom? She in for the convention?"

"Hey, could I get some change?" Five noticed the vending machine in the hall behind her, holding out a few bills.

"Oh, sure, I'll just look in my purse," the lady took it as Karina gave him a sideways look. The lady exhaled softly when she pulled out some coins. "Only a nickel and a couple of dimes. Oh! You…are…in…luck, mister." She placed the coins in his hand and chuckled softly.

"You know, some say the best luck is to die at the right time," Five told her out of the blue.

The lady stared at him speechlessly before he meandered away to the vending machine.

"I…am so sorry. You'll have to excuse my boyfriend. He takes his poetry and literature very seriously," Karina lied to the poor woman before running off after Five.

Five was busily shaking the vending machine and yelling at it. "Stupid mother Fudge Nutter!" he slammed against it and cracked the glass. "Fuckin' Fudge Nutter!"

"How much damage are you going to inflict onto that poor vending machine?" Karina crossed her arms.

Five growled and stepped back to her side. "Why do I even bother with things anymore? Nothing ever goes according to plan."

"Mm, I think your marriage is holding up pretty well."

"It might be the only thing holding up compared to all the other shitstorms thrown at us."

"Let's just get this over, shall we?" Karina looked at him rather expectantly.

Five noticed she was shaking more than she would ever care to admit and he could sense her nerves clear across the room. He'd almost never seen her more afraid in his life. Nervous yes, uneasy, of course. But scared? She tried to hide her fear if anything else.

"Rina? What was the Handler talking about earlier?" he questioned, taking her firmly by the shoulders. "I need to know if you feel up to doing this."

Karina sighed. "It's a long story. I just never liked killing people. But, we need to get home and this is the only way to do it."

"Love-"

"We're wasting time, Five. I'm fine," she cut him off, but seeing the look on his face made her relent. "Okay, okay. She sent me out on a mission for something once, testing to see if I would make for a good field agent, because she thought about partnering us up. Well, it backfired, but I made it out and she decided against it in the end."

"Why was this never brought up to me? I could have helped you," Five was slightly upset now as they made their way to the meeting room.

"Because she didn't give me a choice and I didn't get the chance to tell you before she shoved me out of the nest," Karina heavily sighed, looking down whilst shaking her head. "And honestly, Five, after it happened, I didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted to forget it. Even the Handler didn't ever mention it after I got back."

"Did something happen to you?" he slowly looked at her.

Karina paused for a moment. "Yes," she quietly responded. "However, it's in the past and I'd love for it to stay there."

"I'm sorry. If you…ever want to talk about it again, just let me know," he took a breath.

She flashed him a ghost of a smile. The two continued walking to the meeting room, though Five eyed a large cake along the way and swiped his finger along the icing.

"That's sanitary of you," Karina scoffed as he licked the icing.

"Buttercream. Not bad," he spotted an axe hanging on the wall.

He grabbed the axe as Karina pulled out the dagger. The two stared at the doors and took a breath.

"Shall we make it rain?" Five glanced at Karina.

"Let's do it."

And with that, the two barged into the meeting room, weapons at the ready.

"Let's move on to article 17, please," AJ spoke as they entered. He gasped and shot up when he saw them. "You two!" he looked at Karina. "I thought you were only the Head of the briefcase division!"

"Decided to shake things up with a little help," Karina smirked.

"Call security!" AJ ordered as a woman hurried to the phone.

However, Five blinked over to her and cut her arm off as Karina threw her dagger, stabbing another. Gasps and screams erupted all around as the blood bath raged on. The two ruthlessly took out the Directors, stabbing and slicing their way through them without giving the members any last chance. One body was shoved through the ceiling and electricity crackled.

AJ shakily cowered down beneath the table as Five suddenly blinked onto the table with Karina. They were glaring down at him.

"She sent you two, didn't she?" AJ questioned.

"Does it really matter now?" Five scoffed.

"Whatever she offered you, I will double it, triple it!"

"We're not doing this for money," Karina stated as Five raised his axe.

The attendant from earlier came flying in, knocking both of them down as they crashed onto the ground.

"Get off me!" Five grunted, struggling to throw her off of him as Karina barely rolled out of the way.

"You're gonna pay for that vending machine, little mister!" she was fighting him.

"Yeah? I don't wanna hurt you, all right?"

"Hurt me? Oh, I ain't afraid of you, you little pus ball!"

Karina got to her feet and struck the woman in the back of her head with the handle of her dagger and knocked her unconscious. The lights were crackling above them as they looked around wildly to find that AJ escaped.

"Shit!" they both exclaimed, leaping to their feet.

They each grabbed a large paddle off the mantel before Five blinked them out. AJ was running down the hall when they reappeared in front of him and he gasped.

"Surely we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties!" he exclaimed. "Quid pro quo? What do you two say?"

Five scoffed. "Why not? Here's your quid-" he struck AJ in the side and he shrieked.

"Here's your pro!" Karina hit him in the knees and he groaned, collapsing to the floor.

Five lined up his paddle with the tank.

"No! No! Please don't!" AJ whimpered desperately.

"Here's your quo," Five finished.

"No…!" AJ wailed as Five's paddle smashed into the tank.

Water gushed out everywhere and the goldfish flailed onto the floor. His body fell down, thudding onto the ground.

Five and Karina let out a breath, covered in blood and hoping the price of their murder spree was worth paying.

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The two were waiting impatiently in the alleyway. AJ was in a bag grasped by Five.

"Well?" the Handler appeared behind them. Five shoved his arm out and she gasped. "AJ!" she triumphantly cackled and cooed over the fish. She sighed, looking at Five. "You know, you're really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours." She glanced at Karina next. "And you are really starting to show off some serious potential in this field!" The Handler giggled as the couple glared at her. "Why so quiet? Thought you'd be buzzing after this morning's slaughter, especially since you did it together. Or is it like that one saying? Happy wife, happy life? Except…unhappy wife, unhappy life?" she chuckled at her own terrible joke.

"All this killing…I'm done with it," Five bit out. "And you have some nerve to send Rina out with me. More or less all those years ago, behind my back!"

The Handler was rather taken back by his outburst. "What? Am I supposed to take that seriously?" She whipped out a handkerchief and began dabbing away the blood on their faces.

"What we did today, we did for our family. We did it to save the world," he glared at her.

"Please. Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you?" the Handler remarked. "Here." She picked up the briefcase. "Per our agreement, this will get you, your wife, and your siblings back to 2019." She handed it to Karina. "You both have 90 minutes."

That caught their attention real quick as the Handler strolled off.

"You said nothing about a time limit!" Karina snapped.

"Actually, you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds, my lovely flower. Better hurry!"

"This is impossible, okay? My siblings are scattered across the city!" Five added desperately.

"Nothing's impossible. You two proved that this morning when you killed the board."

"We need more time!"

"Any more time, and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off the three of us will be, so, ticktock, ticktock," the Handler softly said, almost menacingly.

Five looked like he was about to explode, but he shot her one last glare before blinking himself and Karina out. The two blinked inside the lobby of Elliot's place.

"Oh my God…" Karina pointed to the message written in blood on the floor.

"Shit," Five breathed out and the two quickly raced upstairs.

The two found a body with a cloth draped over it in a chair and he went over to investigate who it was. He drew down the cloth and the two hissed out in horror when they saw who it was.

"Elliot…" Karina drew out softly and sadly.

Five swallowed hard, staring down at him sorrowfully before wordlessly pulling the cloth back over him. The two began looking around for the rest of the family. Well, first they ducked down to properly and fully clean off the blood on their faces. They could hear Luther and Diego whispering.

"You will be dead by nightfall," Diego harshly threatened over the phone.

"Hey!" Five caught their attention. "It's Öga För Öga, idiots. Swedish for "an eye for an eye." It means the Swedes killed Elliott." He slid off his blazer as Karina took her jacket off.

"Wrong number. Have a lovely day," Diego said into the phone before slamming it onto the receiver.

Five sputtered some.

"We would've gotten there," Luther looked at Diego.

"Eventually."

"Yeah."

Five and Karina sighed, listening to the rather dumbfounded brothers.

Diego turned to them. "Uh, you two have some blood on you," Luther observed.

They slipped past them to the bathroom.

"A lot of blood, actually," Diego continued, watching them go.

"Five, Karina what did you do?" Luther was exasperated.

Karina shut the bathroom door on them and locked it.

"You guys better not plan on boning in there!" Diego loudly told them as the two brothers walked off.

That was not their plan at all. All they needed was to wash the blood out of their clothes so, they just opted to use the sink. Five let Karina go first, though she needed a shower more than anything so while she got a shower, he rinsed out the blood and dried her clothes as best as he could. The two switched positions once they were done. Once they were decent enough, Karina reopened the door.

"So we found a way home," Five announced as he redid his tie with Karina's help.

"What? How?" Luther questioned from outside the doorway.

"All the details are irrelevant, but…we made a deal to get back to our timeline," Karina responded, gently fixing Five's hair for a moment.

"What about doomsday?" Diego piped up.

"Won't happen," Five softly thanked Karina and plopped a kiss on her cheek.

"And the 2019 apocalypse?" Luther added.

"Everything will be back to normal. All right?" Karina assured them as the two left the bathroom.

"Now, no more questions. We gotta go," Five sighed. "We have to find the others, right?"

"Yeah," Luther replied.

"Luther, you get Allison."

"Okay."

"Diego, Klaus," Five pointed to him next. "We'll get Vanya."

"Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77 minutes," Karina continued as Five threw his blazer back on. "Here. I've synchronized these watches." She handed each of the boys a watch.

"Okay, let's do this," Luther was determined.

Diego however, was skeptical. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on! You two show up drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything's gonna go back to normal if we go home now?"

"Elliott just got killed because of us," Karina pointed out defensively.

"What about Dad? What about JFK?" Diego strode over to them coolly.

"Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We are taking it," Five retorted, looking up at him in irritation.

"I have to say goodbye to Lila," he announced.

"Lila doesn't give a shit about you, Diego!" Five burst out in exasperation and Karina grabbed his shoulder, giving him a soft but warning look. "She never did. She's one of them," he continued a bit calmer.

"She's a member of the Commission," Karina looked at Diego sympathetically. She felt bad for him, truly.

He immediately shook his head. "No way. Not possible."

"She was just using you to get to us. You're the Oswald of this story, my friend. The goddamned patsy," Five turned and walked off.

"You don't know what you're talk-"

Five suddenly blinked in front of him, glaring up at him. "If you don't do this, I'll kill you myself. Got it?" he threatened him.

Diego coldly eyed him. Karina mouthed an apology to him before Five blinked them out.

~ * ~

Five and Karina were on their way to find his sister, when suddenly they ironically drove by her. Her and Five exchanged a stare and parked on the sides of the dirt road to converse.The three hurriedly got out and met in the middle.

"What are you two doing here?" Vanya asked.

"Looking for you. We're going back to 2019," Karina replied.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, we don't really have time to explain right now, but we found a way home. All right?" Five broke in, glancing at his watch. "We have 30 minutes to leave."

"What about my friends? I can't just leave them here," Vanya was taken back, stopping the two before they got back in their car.

"Vanya, you don't have a choice in this, all right? Doomsday will happen if you don't come with us."

"Okay, then I'm bringing them with me," she remarked.

Karina gave her a sad look.

"They belong in this timeline," Five heaved a breath.

"Says who? You get to take Karina everywhere!" Vanya shouted, making him look at her in slight shock and Karina winced from that. "Sissy deserves a life where she doesn't have to pretend to be someone she's not. And Harlan? There's a name for what he has. We can get him the help he needs. If you can bring a plus one with you to every timeline, why can't I bring mine?"

"Because Rina is from our timeline. Not from any other. Ours. She doesn't belong here," Five explained coolly.

"Vanya-" Karina began.

"Look, a mom and her eight-year-old son are not gonna screw up the timeline, Five!" Vanya cut her off hotly. "They're insignificant."

"No one is insignificant," Five walked towards her. "We're sorry, all right? But we can't take that risk. They have to stay. Come on."

He and Karina started to make their way towards the car.

"Why do you get to decide?" Vanya shot in their wake. "You're the reason we're stuck here in the first place."

Five whipped around to face her again. "If I did nothing, we would all be dead right now, thanks to you!"

"Five…" Karina scolded him warningly.

"They're coming with me," Vanya was determined.

He scoffed dangerously, going back over to her. "Vanya, do not test me right now."

"That's funny. 'Cause I was just about to say the same thing," Vanya threatened.

She began to glow as Five conjured up his own power. Karina swallowed hard, about to intervene but they both powered down.

"Fine," Vanya relented grudgingly.

"'Fine,' what?" Five questioned.

"I'll be there, but I need to say goodbye first."

"Oh, Vanya, we don't have the time," Five told her almost sadly.

"Well, it's either that or I'm not coming."

"It's okay. Meet us in the alley. Just don't be late," Karina jumped in before Five could argue.

He sighed and muttered as the three split ways.

"Really? "It's okay"? You know we're on an insane time crunch here, Rina," Five remarked as Karina drove them off.

"Five, we're taking her from her friends. The least we can do is let her say goodbye. Besides, if the roles were reversed, I know you'd be wanting to say goodbye to me for the last time before you left," she pointed out.

He immediately went quiet from that.

She was right. Of course she was right.

"I know," he softly spoke after a few moments.

"I'm sorry this is stressing you out," Karina sympathetically told him. "But I know Vanya understands. She'll do her best to be here. As will the others."

"We'll see, darling," Five sighed.

~ * ~

The couple made it back to the alley and Five grabbed the suitcase he stashed in the dumpster. Five checked his watch as Luther came racing out.

"Hey," he greeted. "Where is everyone?"

Five grinned proudly. "You're the first."

"What?"

"Yeah."

Klaus came flailing into the alley, though in all reality it was Ben possessing his body.

"Hey! Hey! We made it!" he was chuckling and grunted when Klaus tried to take control.

Five, Karina, and Luther looked at him nervously.

"What do you mean, "we"?" Karina echoed confusedly.

There were distorted grunts coming from them as Klaus groaned and gurgled. The three watched him in growing concern.

"Get out! Out!" Klaus demanded. His body gurgled and soon he threw up, kicking Ben out in the process.

The three wrinkled their noses in disgust as Klaus continued groaning, collapsing onto the pavement.

"I can't believe it. I mean, you're here," Luther commented.

Five looked at his watch anxiously. "We've got eight minutes left."

"I just had the strangest dream," Klaus whimpered.

"Where are the others?" Five nearly yelled.

"We've got a minute left!" Luther slammed his fist onto the dumpster.

"What's going on, guys? Are we going somewhere?" Klaus hoarsely asked as Karina knelt beside him to check him.

"It was a simple task. It was a simple task!" Five ranted, pacing angrily. "All we had to do was be here. Didn't have to fight a giant sea monster, no. An army of mutants? Nein!"

"I can't believe this," Luther shook his head.

"It was handed to us on a silver platter!" Five continued.

"Could you just moan a little softer? My head is killing me," Klaus complained, sitting up with Karina's help.

"Listen to me, you useless puke bag, we just blew our chance to save the world!" Five yelled at him.

The briefcase suddenly came to life with a charging noise.

"God damn it," Five scoffed.

"Shit," Luther muttered.

Five grabbed the briefcase and shouted as he chucked it into the air. Karina ducked as the briefcase got sucked off.

"We were that close. That close," she sighed.

~ * ~

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #viktor hargreeves #aidan gallagher #tua season 2 #tua s2 #tua five #tua fanfic #tua fandom #number five #lila pitts

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isoldio · 2 years

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10, possibly with 20 as a dialogue?

OFC !! i was so tempted to do darkeleine but,,, i cant write dc to save my life (also italian eclair because i say so. they/them for eclair, hc heavy but its fine- also cotton isnt a kid anymore)

"Il mio tesoro," Eclair asked the mage next to him, "how long ago did you get this?" They ask, pointing under the table. Said mage looks to the swollen red wound on his leg, recognizing its origin quickly. "Must've been on the expedition I went on a day or two ago. No matter." Espresso answers, completely ignoring how it ached- as per usual -and returned to his writing. "Espresso. I am getting tired of you consistently putting off yourself for the sake of your magic. We're going to Cotton." They sigh to nobody but themself and get up, removing the pen from his loves hand. "No wonder you've wanted to hold me so much, you cant walk without me!"

Espresso takes just a moment to respond before scoffing. "Please. I can walk just fine." "Oh? Then walk to me. You can do it, because you can 'walk so well,' cant you miele?" They step back from the table, lifting up their dress just slightly. The professor sighs, knowing he as no choice, and gets up from the chair, using the table to help him stand, and barely took a step forward. Before falling flat on his face. Or at least that's what he expected.

A large familiar book broke his fall, emitting a soft glow. He groaned as the book lifted him off the ground. "You know I can fly on my own. That would be far faster and easier, yes?" He adjusts his glasses, looking to the historian for answers. "In that condition, you aren't going anywhere. I'm bringing you." They respond, their pen emitting the same glow as they began walking to the door. The book, and consequently Espresso, trailed behind them.

Not long later they arrived near a snow-covered cabin with frost on the windows, covered in lights. They knocked, while Espresso only looked down at the floor, the snow suddenly very interesting to him. Cotton, holding her cane, opened the door, not entirely surprised to see the two. "Professor Eclair, Professor Espresso! What are you both doing here, the snow is rather heavy today." She questions, smiling just a little.

"Cotton Cookie, thank divines you're home today! Espresso has been injured for almost two days on his leg and he hasn't informed me nor anyone else. We- Well, I- Were wondering if you could do anything?" Said professor asked, slightly nudging to Espresso. "Of course. Come inside, you must be freezing." She offers, leaving the doorway for them to come in. They enter the cabin, picking up the injured from the book and desummoning it.

They put him down gently onto a chair and rolls up his pant leg and robe, revealing the huge gash. "Oh no... Professor Espresso, you have to be more careful!" She begins healing it after wrapping it in gauze. The mage closed his eyes and smiles just faintly as he's enveloped with warmth, the injury closing up slowly. "Thank you, Cotton. I'll make it up to you, prometto." They smile. "Oh, no, you don't have to! I just want him to be more careful this time." She replies, finishing her healing after a few seconds.

"He should be okay, just be gentle on it. Just make sure he stays warm and doesn't walk on it." Eclair gently picks him up, uncaring to summon the book again. "Of course, he wont be working until he heals. Right, amore mio?" They look to Espresso just slightly, making sure he heard that. He only looks away, sour his work would have to wait. "Good! Do you need anything else?" The shepherd asks them, happy he would be taking it easy. "Not that I'm aware of. Thank you again," They kiss Espresso's forehead, "I believe we should take our leave." He chuckles at Espresso's reaction.

"Alright. Safe travels!" She opens the door again, and Eclair leaves the cozy cabin, using light magic to guide them home. Happy Espresso would be eased of his pain again.

il mio tesoro - my treasure

prometto - promise

amore mio - my love

miele - honey

#i got on call with a school friend and one of his friends and his friend asked why it sounded like i was writing an essay 😭#;; writings #;; friends #;; ships <3 #;; asks #EDIT WAAAA I FORGOT THE DIOLOUGE BUT I GOT THE SCENARIO :{{ IM SO SORRY /GEN

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Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas

Page 299-300

DAVE: ok go on

KARKAT: OK SO LIKE I WAS SAYING, I GET YOU ON THE FIRST PART.

KARKAT: IT'S NOT LIKE I'M NEW TO THE PARTICULAR MOOBEAST WRANGLING EVENT OF SOMEONE I PREVIOUSLY LOVED BRUTALLY TURNING ON ME AND LEAVING ME TO TRY AND CRAM MY FEELINGS ABOUT THE SITUATION BACK TOGETHER ALL ON MY OWN.

KARKAT: THAT IS UNEQUIVOCALLY A FUCKED UP AND COMPLICATED EMOTIONAL PLACE TO FIND YOURSELF IN, BUT I DON'T THINK YOU NEED TO BE OVER THERE MAKING IT MORE DIFFICULT BY BLAMING YOURSELF FOR THE FACT THAT THE EMOTIONS THEMSELVES ARE HARD TO PIN DOWN.

KARKAT: I'M NOT SAYING WE HANDLED EVERYTHING--OR REALLY EVEN MOST THINGS--ON EARTH C PERFECTLY, BUT ALSO YOU DID NOT SINGLEHANDEDLY PUT DIRK'S POOFY SHORTS'D ASS ON THAT SHIP.

KARKAT: HE DID THAT ON HIS OWN. AND WE MADE THE CHOICE TO GO AFTER HIM ON OUR OWN.

KARKAT: OK NOW ON TO THE PART I TAKE SOME MAJOR FUCKING OFFENSE TO.

KARKAT: I WAS FOLLOWING YOUR LITTLE TRAIL OF COOKIE CRUMB FEARS UNTIL IT LEAD TO THE BIG SNACK FINALE OF WORRY ABOUT MY FRAGILE MORTAL MEATSACK.

KARKAT: IF I HAVE SOMEHOW NOT BEEN CLEAR ABOUT THIS WITH YOU YET, LET ME GO AHEAD AND RECTIFY THE SITUATION RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

KARKAT: HANGING OUT WITH YOU ON THIS LONG TRIP TO WHO THE SHITTING FUCK KNOWS WHERE IS QUITE LITERALLY THE HAPPIEST I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY ENTIRE MEAGER EXISTENCE.

KARKAT: I'M SO ABSOLUTELY BLISSED THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND TO BE ABLE TO LOOK AT YOUR STUPID IMMORTALLY SMOOTH HUMAN FACE SKIN EVERY DAY AND NOT HAVE A COMPLEX ABOUT IT.

KARKAT: LOOK AT ME, DAVE. I'M SAFE.

KARKAT: AND YEAH OKAY, IT'S NOWHERE NEAR PERFECT, YOU'RE RIGHT.

KARKAT: AND I'LL BE STRAIGHT WITH YOU. IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVEN'T BEEN EXPERIENCING SOME COMPLICATED GUILT, MYSELF.

KARKAT: THE FACT THAT I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE JUST FUCKING CHILLAXING AND BEING IN LOVE IN SPACE IS A CLEARLY INCONGRUOUS WITH THE REASON I'M ACTUALLY HERE CHILLAXING TO BEGIN WITH, AND I'M NOT LETTING MYSELF FORGET THAT, EITHER.

KARKAT: BUT I RESENT THE IMPLICATION THAT MY HAPPINESS IS REGISTERING FOR YOU AS YOU HAVING TO JUST "SIT AROUND AND WATCH ME GET OLD," BECAUSE I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S MORE THAN THAT.

KARKAT: LIKE, JESUS, DAVE. YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID FOR YOU, TOO, RIGHT?

KARKAT: OR DID YOU FORGET THE WHOLE HEROIC DEATH THING?

KARKAT: I WORRY ABOUT LOSING YOU FAIRLY FUCKING REGULARLY.

KARKAT: SO I’M NOT SAYING STOP BEING AFRAID, BECAUSE CLEARLY THIS IS A SITUATION THAT NECESSITATES A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF FEAR. BUT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE NEEDING TO BE FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT, HERE.

KARKAT: IT'S LIKE THIS:

KARKAT: ONE: WE'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH HELLACIOUS PANWARPING TRAUMA THAT I REFUSE TO NOT ENJOY THIS SHIT WHEN I FINALLY FUCKING GET IT, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT MAY OR MAY NOT LAST.

KARKAT: TWO: IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE DOING NOTHING. WE’RE MOVING. WE’RE WORKING. WE’RE HEADED SPECIFICALLY TO A PLACE WHERE WE WILL UNDOUBTLEDLY ENDURE YET MORE FUCKING HELLACIOUS PANWARPING TRAUMA.

KARKAT: AND THREE: WE'RE DOING THAT BECAUSE WE HAVE FRIENDS WHO WE CARE ABOUT THAT NEED US. THAT IS OUR FOCUS, HERE. NOT OUR FEAR. IT'S ABOUT THE PEOPLE WE HAVE TO SAVE.

KARKAT: SO DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT ME, DAVE. I'M FINE.

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck^2 act 1 #page 299 #page 300

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yet more honor among thieves rambling. im watching a playthrough lol

WHAT does bentley throw at dr. m is it a sleep dart why does it explode WHY DOES HE THROW IT

"Sly, no! Hold on, Sly-- hold on!"

an elusive picture of slys mom (just her silhouette tho next to connors) and a picture of who i can only assume is connor, mcsweeney, and dr m...........

THE HATS TOO BIG FOR HIMMM

the cooky-steelin' plan (sobbing)

pls imagine something eloquent about the fact that we never see what connor really looks like in these "flashbacks"- presumably bc sly doesn't remember

slys leg pouch doesnt fully wrap around his leg ?? might just be the lighting tho.

i wonder abt their sources how DID they find out abt murray

i love that Octavio is the guy they call old. not bison. who is from the 1800s

im obsessed with just abt all the villain backstories

this playthrough doesnt have the hazard room and im deeply upset about it. as a matter of fact i might find one that DOES bc i love the banter wkfhhehd

...when DO you get to the hazard room? its before u start Opera isnt it ?? unclear

i will not find one w the hazard room unfortunately but i have switched to a 100% run out of curiosity

gotta be honest Italy is probably one of if not my favorite episode ever

DIMITRI HI BBG

you've got some FUZZY DICE to come round here

MAIN MAN MURRAY the way he says it is so good

AW WHAT THIS PLAYTHROUGH DOESNT DO ALL THE SILLY OPTIONS (i mean i understand why i just like the silly options)

i love that the captions capitalize Bro

fun fact if you take too long crawling around carmelita will just repeat the presentation bc she doesnt think they were paying attention lmao

i love the apes(?) insulting each other. "You look a lot better in the dark, Petro. Seriously, you are an ugly, ugly man."

why does dimitri have a cigarette in a jail cell

"keep your HANDS to YOURSELF leon."

in love with the way dimitri talks, as we all are.

whys he call murray a Plump Dog though that's uncalled for /j

"HELLO ASSORTED MEATHEADS! and lady C:"

she tells her men to grab him and Nobody Follows

theres a couple hitches that happen in between games that im incredibly curious about, e.i. murray becoming The Murray between 1 and 2 and inspector fox going from her little smile and "ill find you, cooper!" to "she grew up and stopped taking grief from guys like you" that happens between 2 and 3

"You can't keep running for the rest of your life!" WATCH ME

"Greetings, old-- iNSPECTOR FOX?!"

murray's spiritual outfit model is so fascinating to me

AUDGJAHDHS they make me feel emotions /pos

the venetian safehouse fascinates me the door opens straight to stairs and the actual safehouse part is on the top floor

"now as non-law operatives, we can take a more... head on approach. wE'RE GONNA BREAK IN--"

OH WAIT ITS THE HAZARD ROOM HELL YEAH <<33

in love w them they're the best duo ever /hj

"hey, don't feel bad! those wall hooks were... kinda tricky!" "it was ALL supposed to be tricky!"

the ceiling of the hazard room is.... fascinating

theres always a certain level of. oh jeez what's the word. playfulness? between early game sly and bentley. it always kinda sounds like they're both smiling and joking around w each other and it warms my heart

this will not be the first time i talk about it

once more with the caption choices. on-line is hyphenated

YOU GET: A PRIZE!

bentley just kills a man.mp4

"Alright, smooth talker, try robbing this guy." see the above about their banter and their dynamic

though to be fair sly and bentley usually have a vague kind of playful/bantery vibe. it's just incredibly palpable during Italy, probably because they're the only two characters in the spotlight and therefore they get to be explored more

ok hold on im gonna get food b4 i continue

one food break later...

okay im back

"You're not gonna say 'I'm a lover, not a fighter,' are you?" "Well, not now." "Thought so."

in love w bentley just sending a man to murder sly

how DID they get all these guards into the hazard room. where is the hazard room

WBYS THE GUARD JUST SCREAM

bentleys voice when he says "now give this guy the business" send post

AND HE GETS SO EXCITED WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT THE BOAT. and sly sounds just So amused with his "yeah?" hes so used to this bullshit

i hope you're ready for me to talk ceaselessly about sly and bentleys dynamic it's my favorite thing snfnebbfd

"Against sleeping guards, I'm like a Greek god! All fall before me!" hes so silly i love him

nerves of steel?? you have no nerves of steel you silly anxious goob

AND HE GETS SO EXCITED ABOUT THE PPP (pick pocket pole)

sly ALSO murders a man

bentleys wheelies heart emoji...

THE HUMBLE RECON PHOTO!!

"There you go, Bentley, some wonderful pinups for our refrigerator." "They're lovely. High art!" "Seriously?" "No."

i love that murray shows up on the menu before you get him back that's so funny to me

huh. do you need all the upgrades for 100%? ill find out

"The Don is headed toward your position." "Great! Want me to take him?" "No!"

sly vc DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL THAT GUY FOR YOU? /ref

gotta be honest bentley i think killing him would also put an end to this nonsense

"Never thought we'd be helping out the cops." "Reaally? You always seem eager to aid Inspector Fox."

bentley and murray calling out slys crush on carmelita is my favorite thing wjfhwbdbwd

octavio singin as he goes azKEKFHWHDB THE PERSON JUST GOT CAUGHT LMAO

"I got a SHADOW, huh???"

SLY you NEED TO BE QUIETER you aLERTED OCTAVIO TO YOUR PRESENCE

octavio just bodychecked a dude lmao

i love how angry bentley gets about the fish tank especially he gets SO MAD i love him

"I- I can't believe it! He flooded that aquarium with tar! All those poor, dead fish! As much as I hate to see what heinous crime this fiend will do next, you should probably keep on his tail. Someday, the people will know the truth due to your pictures!"

"all those poor, dead fish!" LMAO

ok I've been on a ferris wheel exactly one (1) time but im like 95% sure the cart would tilt w/ sly hanging onto it

octavios captions are SO slow akdbhwhdbd

AND BENTLEY GETS SO MAD ABOUT THE FERRIS WHEEL. and then proceeds to call rewiring it "the dark side of electrical engineering"

bwa BWA <- the sly 3 job complete noise

i really hated Into the Depths on my first playthrough but that was mostly bc i was still bad at the game i think. it's really not so bad

what is it with the stupid 3d goggles WHY do they exist weve never seen them before and we never see them (w the exclusion of cutscenes and maybe one or two mentions) again

okay ive never messed up the doors in my life but im very glad bentley doesnt make fun of you for it i think id cry

also he does his idle animations while talking which means that sometimes he sneezes mid sentence and its really funny. bentleys idle animations are so good in general tho

bentleys and the ones from the safehouses

OKAY SO I DIDNT KNOW THIS UNTIL EARLIER TODAY BUT OCTAVIO CALLS 3 GUYS (mario, raphael, and julius) TO COME SEE HIM AND SAYS "if any of you catch these boys make a run for it [cat noise) shoot 'em in the back"

BUT WHEN YOU SEE IN HIS OFFICE THERES ONLY 2 DUDES. IMPLYING ONE GOT SHOT IN THE BACK .

OH HE SAYS JULIUS MADE A RUN FOR IT. OKAY ("julius made a run for it, and eh... [unintelligible]") i cannot for the life of me figure out what else he says there oops. maybe ill go replay that mission later and find out for sure

i know that's not particularly groundbreaking all things considered but again i didnt know it until earlier today so

once more Bentley getting excited about murder

"Synchronize watches, and..." you fuckin nerd

"Just as long as you're enjoying yourself, that's the important thing." again w the affectionate sarcasm

sly and bentley are both very sarcastic usually as opposed to murray who's pretty heart on his sleeve straightforward kind of guy which is probably why this ep & the hazard room sticks out so much for the banter. again bc its JUST the two of them lol

"Sorry, Sly, I guess the dinosaur has teeth!"

i love knocking the pigeons into fire it's so much fun

you get to hear the same "Intruders!" line like 17 times

fuckin piano computer lookin ass

i wish bentley and murray (and the rest of the team, but bentley and murray especially) had a little bit more... idk. reasons to free roam? like with the options of them as playable characters you would assume there would be more things tailored to their unique skillsets but a lot of getting around the overworld is very sly-focused, which i guess i get, but it means theres really no reason to play as the others except for missions

DESPITE KNOWING THAT ITLL ONLY MAKE THINGS HARDER BENTLEY GOING OUT OF JIS WAY TO HELP SLY SAVE CARMELITA bawling

bentleys such a fucking dork have i said that already i think we need to call more attention to him being a fucking dork

fun fact if you repeatedly tap □/r1 your gun will heat up slower BUT your finger WILL hurt by the end of it

haha they're cooper brother colored (blue, green, & pink/red)

though tbf most trios are if you think about it. but shh cooper brothers

"I hope you realize that by saving Carmelita, we're only making our operation here more difficult." "Maybe so, but what's the fun in stealing if there's nobody trying to catch you? Besides, she's helped us out in the past." "That, and you've got a thing for her." "...and I've got a thing for her. Look, I'll stash this boat, it might be useful for later. You stay out of trouble."

again, bentley and murray calling him out on his crush is priceless and i wish they did it more w bentley and penelope WLFJJWJDHE

okay funny story it's a few weeks later things happened anyway. going back to watching honor among thieves lol

ill probably split this post up into a few posts just so this one isnt 18 million years long

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valorxdrive · 10 months

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❝ i’ve learned so much from you. part of it is admittedly criminal behavior. ❞ [ from @maregiis ]

Oh how was a smile worn like his crown. The way she particularly woven in blame on that matter was a priceless treasure of amusement. Just because they were the pillagers of cookie jars in those early days (with no shortages of punishment), she would like to say part of a devious streak was done by his own merit!?

She was absolutely right. Yet! Sora would give a dramatized gasp at such claims, pressing a hand upon his chest as if he's flabbergasted that she's reached such a conclusion. "Kairi! Whaddya mean, teachin' you things like that would no good for the sweetest on the islands?"

While he certainly did mean it by calling her sweet. Because hearts did he love the ways her eyes could shine from any xyz circumstance, but this particular encounter had purpose!

"First off, being an absolute deviant in talking smack to others is healthy! It makes us less angry, drives them up a pole, not to mention a lot of these jerks need a taste of their own insecurities."

"Second and most importantly, we're pirates here! Ain't nothing criminal about being the most free! Just a helluva nice pushback to those stuffy rules that try keepin' us down! What if 'finders keepers' is settled with a good ol' fashioned brawl?"

"Or that things we dominate out here, we handle as the crown of spoils!" The more he continues, the more he's certainly getting into this. The arm of this fine captain finds itself situating around Kairi's shoulder.

"Most of all, pocket sand is some of the best defense out there. If people are annoyin', they have no choice but to stop with a lil of that in their eyes. So! What exactly is criminal about anything we're doin?" Wink wink.

@maregiis

#maregiis #| Bottle Mail #:[#He's never done a single thing wrong in his life #whatchu talkin about

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loveforpreserumsteve · 2 years

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All Grown Up: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU [[REUPLOAD]])

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"So –" Steve finished chewing "– what do you think?"

"Well," Oliver paused, looking over the mini, single-person cakes that they had tried. Admittedly, they had tried quite a few. "I really liked the red velvet cheesecake..."

"But," Steve prompted.

"But," Ollie humored him, "I'm not sure I want to move that far from tradition, ya know?"

Steve nodded, understanding.

Still trying to make up his mind, Oliver asked, "What about you? Which one do you like?"

Thinking about it himself, Steve looked over the individual cakes he had tasted. The cookies 'n cream was good, but he didn't think that'd be a good wedding cake choice. Carrot cake was always a favorite of his, and had even been one of the flavors offered at his own wedding.. But Steve settled on, "The blueberry and lemon cake was good."

Nodding, Oliver's brows remained furrowed as he concentrated on the flavor. Steve understood the tough decision. He had been there himself two decades prior. It had been a stressful choice to make. Not knowing if the guests would like the flavors. Not knowing if he would like the flavors. Especially when his pregnancies always seemed to change his tastebuds.

Idly, Steve wondered if his son would be in the same predicament when his big day rolled around. Steve could hardly stand the pure, unadulterated joy that those images conjured. Reaching over, Steve marked Ollie's broad shoulders. Trying to comfort his first baby. No matter how old he got, Ollie would always be his little guy.

"Pops," Oliver playfully rolled his eyes. Always convinced that he was too old to be marked like a young pup.

"Oh, stop," Steve waved the sentiment away before his son even needed to say anything.

Playfully rolling his eyes, Ollie returned his attention to the cake. Worrying his lower lip as he quickly jotted down some thoughts about each of the flavors that they had tested. However, it seemed to have the opposite effect than intended. The more he wrote, the more divided he appeared to be.

"How did you and dad decide?"

Steve finished chewing another bite of the blueberry and lemon cake – wondering if he should order one to take home today – and explained, "We tried to pair the flavors with the meal options. We also tried to be mindful of the kosher relatives."

Listening, thinking, Oliver nodded. Still trying to decide, but looking like he might be closer to figuring it out. Steve asked, "What is your menu looking like?"

"Still undecided," Oliver admitted. Shaking his head at his own timeline, he added, "And we're getting married in six months." Sarcastically, he mocked himself, "I'm so glad we're so prepared!"

"If you need help, you can always turn to your dad and me," Steve reminded, reaching over to give his hand a soothing squeeze.

"I know," Ollie assured. He ran his hand through his tousled brown hair. "I guess I kinda know what I want. Guess I kinda know what Rhodey would want. I'm just not sure how well everything on the menu will go together."

Steve understood that struggle. He had spent so much time planning things to please everyone else that it felt like it wasn't even his own wedding. Of course, then Bucky came along and reminded him that the only ones who mattered that day were them and Oliver.

Maybe that was what Rhodey needed to do with Ollie.

Maybe he needed to remind his son that.

"Hey," Steve rubbed at Oliver's broad shoulder, "Who cares if the menu doesn't go together? As long as you and Rhodey like it, that's all that matters. It's your day."

"Ya know, dad's right," Ollie smiled.

Brow quirking, "What do you mean?"

"You're the smartest."

Steve tossed his head back as he laughed. A blush on his face as he returned his gaze to his son. All of the kids' lives they had been told by their alpha father that Steve was the smartest of the two of them. Even telling them that one day, they'd be as smart as him. And while Steve knew that his intelligence was average, it had been a long-standing joke in their family.

"Just don't tell dad," Steve teased.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Oliver playfully confirmed. "Man's got a big enough head as it is. Don't need to add to that."

Of course, all Steve could do was laugh at that too. That time, Oliver joined in. More relaxed than he had been all morning, Ollie grinned from ear-to-ear. And when the baker returned to see how things were going, Oliver placed his order.

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vannybarber · 3 years

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The Prenup: Final Chapter

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

You lied.

You didn't come back the day after. Or the next day. In fact, you stayed at the hotel for almost a week. You didn't stay in the same clothes of course. You went out to buy everything you needed. Clothes, hygiene products, prenatal vitamins. You were the saddest and most ridiculous thing to walk this earth.

Lisa and Scott eventually came over with your permission of course. You couldn't say no to them. You weren't upset with them.

"How've you been, sweetie?" They both look for your answer, trying to read your face.

"To tell you the truth, I actually feel like an asshole. I honestly realize how immature I was. Chris definitely was, but I was stooping to that level myself. But I won't admit to him just yet. I want him to recognize how immature he was too."

It was crazy to even hear it from your own mouth. But you had time to think it over. You recognized how stupid you looked living in a hotel because you couldn't put your immaturity aside.

"Well this might be a shock to you, but I had a talk with him also and it might've did something." You make eye contact with her and your eyebrows jump. Indeed, you were surprised. She continues.

"I know you guys will be able to resolve this. But you need to try. You've have been together too long to let this get in between you two. I think he finally understands." She sets her hand on yours, which was placed in your lap.

He finally understood? You had to see this for yourself. You hoped to everything that she was right. You actually wanted to fix this and he needed to be on board and feel the same way.

It occurred to you after some time that his points were actually valid. It was just the way he came across is all. You were in your own feelings and took it really personal, which was understandable, but you got stubborn. Even though he got a prenup for his own reasons, you felt as if he didn't love you as much as you love him.

This could all be fixed, but he needed to set some boundaries with Megan. He had no choice. Wait till she finds out about the baby. Evidently none of the other Evans' knew about the baby because it was never brought up. You secretly thank Chris for keeping that between you guys, even though he was most likely still upset that you weren't gonna tell him about the baby right away.

You both are grown ass adults and you're having a child together. This bullshit needed to end.

"Oh my gosh this is great !! All my shit talking did some good." Lisa clears her throat at him. "Along with Ma's great advice of course." You just laugh. You loved your family.

"I think I'm ready to see him. Scratch that. I am ready to see him. I want my fianceé back." You smile and grasp your hands together. You don't think you've ever seen them smile so hard.

"Oh yeah we know you're pregnant." You stop smiling and stare at Scott like you've been caught in the cookie jar. "You know Chris can't keep his big mouth shut." Well that's a Gemini for you.

"Now its really important that you solve this. You're bringing another life into the world!" Lisa exclaims. "Plus I'm gonna have another grandbaby!!"

You giggle and shake your head. "Well we need to head over there right now then!"

Little did you know Chris was on the exact same page as you. Down to every line and every word.

He has always been indecisive and this situation really forced him to take some responsibility and rethink his behavior. You had all the reason to feel the way you did, his intentions clearly being missed by you. Whatever they even were.

He also decided that he was going to set Megan straight about his personal life and respecting you. You were his future wife. And now that you're bringing a baby into the world, she definitely needed to be put in check. He can't even believe how he allowed her to disrespect you like this.

Now he only hoped that you'd want to sort this out and forgive him. He needed you no matter what he said. He did make up excuses because your relationship was too good to be true. He's never had a connection like this before. He never allowed it, but clearly it was for a reason because it give you a chance to come in his life and completely change it for the better.

When he had gotten home from visiting you, his feelings were all over the place. Upset that you didn't come back with him and guilty for making you feel the way you did. He just felt like he was doing the right thing because Megan told him to. Deep down inside, he really didn't even want to get the stupid prenup anyway.

"So where's Y/N? Is she okay?" Shanna asked for everyone. They all expected you to come back too. They didn't know you were this stubborn.

"She's alright. She said she wasn't ready to come back just yet. Which I completely understand. But I feel like a failed once again." He slumps on the couch and lies back. "I don't deserve her at all."

"Now Chris, you know what you have. And what you have is good. Better than anything you had before. You two were made for each other. You're a hard head and I know you're not giving up this easily" Lisa says to him, taking a seat to his right.

"You know she's pregnant." He really shouldn't have said that and he knows it, but he can't keep a secret to save his own life. Everyone in the room gasps. "I found the tests in the bathroom. If I didn't go in there and discover them myself, she wasn't planning on telling me yet."

"Well she probably wanted to fix this before adding more on top of it." Scott adds. And he was absolutely correct.

"Well I'm happy for you! But I you still have this going on." Lisa's voice goes from excited to monotone. She's super happy, but she wished this could have been evented at a much better time.

"Well this could've made things better...or worse." Chris throws his NASA cap on the couch angrily.

Carly speaks up.

"You and Scott should go visit her. I doubt she'll turn it down."

"Yeah Ma. We should see where her heads at. Maybe her mind will change with our advice" Scott agrees. He loves you as a sister. Anything threatening that would have to be put to death immediately.

"Guys, I don't know about that. She seemed pretty definite on how she felt." Chris didn't want to make it worse than what it was, but he always found a way to do that anyway.

"Chris come on" Scott drags out. "We have to try."

"Y/N is a smart girl. She knows what she needs to do and it will come to her. I know it'll work out. And when it does, you'll realize your love is inevitable." Lisa smiles knowing she is absolutely right.

Now she just waits for it all to fall in place.

You were currently outside in the driveway of your house. You drove back there in your car with Lisa and Scott behind you. When you arrived, you hopped in her car to discuss how this was going to go.

Looking at the property, you admit missed your place, but you allowed your infantilism to get in the way.

"Okay he's in there, but he doesn't know you're coming back." Scott speaks lowly from the back seat.

"Wait you didn't tell him?" You snap around mystified. Why did they not tell him?

"Because we wanted it to be a surprise. Well I wanted it to be a surprise." He corrects himself when Lisa throws him a look through the rear view mirror.

"Well um okay. Then this just has to play out itself. Hopefully he's happy to see me..?" You were unsure yourself. The little intimate moment you had before he left couldn't dictate how he'd feel now.

"I'm positive he is, but you won't know unless you get up in there. Go ahead! We'll get your stuff," Lisa encourages. You think she's more excited than anyone. You thank her with a kiss on the cheek and high five Scott then head out of the car. You walk up the driveway to the front door. You didn't get the key out your bag so you rang the doorbell.

A few moments, the door is jerked open. You automatically know he didn't even look through the peephole before he opened the door. He needs to stop doing that.

You appear in his vision and he pauses.

"Y/N? Baby?" Incredulity is all in his voice.

"Yes, that is my name." You giggle. "Can I come in?"

"Uh of course! You live here, ya know." He steps back so you can walk inside. Walking through the threshold, you look around the house as if it was foreign to you. For whatever reason, you expected some dramatic changes. One thing that didn't change is his shoes in the middle of the floor. His bad habit.

"Chris what did I say about your shoes in the walkway?" You scold him and move them to the corner with his others. You can't count how many times you've almost fell face first because of his shoes in the way and truthfully, you not watching where you're going.

"Sorry I forget a lot" he says sheepishly with a tiny smile on his face stopping behind you. This makes your corners turn up as well.

You stand facing him and him facing you. Neither of you say anything. You can't tell if it is because you don't know what to say or that you just really missed each other's faces. Before you do speak, Lisa and Scott are inside with your things.

"Oh guys just put that stuff on the couch. Thank you again!" You point to the sofa, absentmindedly moving closer to Chris.

"We need to talk." Turning back to him, you nod. You remember why you're here in the first place. You needed to put an end to this.

"Right. Patio?" You always go out there to have conversations or just to chill with each other. He nods his head and turns to his family.

"We're gonna go outside and talk for a bit. Okay?"

"Oh yes take all the time you need," Lisa exclaims, shooing you both off. Scott is grinning himself. You just smile and walk to the back door onto the patio. Chris follows quickly behind.

Once you both get outside, you sit down. You wouldn't say it was awkward, but there was definitely some tension. You decide to break it.

"I'm really sorry, Chris."

"Baby I'm so sorry."

Guess he wanted to as well. You were about to talk, but he spoke up first.

"I want to apologize first. I was completely wrong here. I was being an asshole and I deserved everything you said to me. And everything Scott said to me as well." He rolls his eyes at that part. You could only imagine the dragging Scott was giving him. "I allowed Megan to disrespect you and that was a dick move. No one should allow their partner to be treated like that. You're were going to my wife and I stooped that low. I'm truly sorry." He searches in your eyes for something to let him know that you forgave him, knew that he was really sorry at least.

You look away about to let the flood come like Noah and the Arc. You've been waiting to hear that for a while and you knew he meant every word. But now it was your turn. Clearing your throat and wiping your eyes, you speak up.

"This isn't completely your fault, baby." You take his hands in yours. "I am also guilty as well. I acted so immature and didn't even truly try to resolve this because I wanted to victimize myself the whole time. Although you were acting like a huge dick, I still played a part. I am so sorry for not planning on telling you about the baby. That was unfair of me. I know that you love me and that I am important to you, so if you still want me to sign the prenup, I'll do it."

Hearing the words come from your mouth surprised you both. He didn't think you'd ever give in and you sure as hell were making sure you wouldn't. But here you are agreeing to it because you love him that much and wanted to make him happy. Your relationship would work so it would never come to be used. You had strong faith in that.

"That's another thing." He shakes his head and you're now confused. "I don't want you to sign a prenup. We're not doing that. I already plan on talking to Megan about it. And I'm going to address her on knowing her place working for me. Since you know that I love you, so fucking much, I don't need to worry about money. Nor a divorce. Like Ma said, we were made for each other and I'll be damned if I let you get away from me."

"So no prenup?" You needed to hear it again.

"No prenup, love." He grins at you, squeezing your hands. You pull from his grip and jump up busting out random dance moves. His mouth is ajar.

"No prenup! Ain't signing no prenup! Lalalalalaaaaa! No prenup!" After your little dance number, you sit back down with no shame. You needed that.

"I'm glad that you finally came to your senses, Christopher. Your mother taught you well" you say in a pompous manner. He just can't help but laugh. You truly were something else.

"We have a little one coming soon and we have to be out best selves for them. Pinky promise each other that we never ever argue and not fix it in a matter of 25 minutes ever again?" He holds out his pinky finger waiting for yours.

"I promise." You wrap yours around his and grin. "So we're good?"

"Well there is one more thing." He stands up and reaches in his pocket. He pulls out your engagement ring and gets on one knee. Just when you had no tears left to cry.

"Y/N, baby, will you be my fianceé again?" You laugh breathlessly and nod your head.

"Yes, you meatball!" He slips the ring back on your finger and you jump in his arms. Almost knocking him over, he grabs your face and kisses you. You wasted zero time kissing him back because you needed it. It had been so long.

Finally pulling away and balancing your breaths like you just ran a 5k, you both make eye contact and burst out into laughter.

"Come on. Let's go tell them." He grabs your hands and you rush inside the house. Heading into the living room you see them both watching with anticipation.

"So?" Scott speaks and they both stand up.

"Guess who's getting married ?!"

HELP-😌 im so proud of myself. i decided to end this with a nice fluff. it was well deserved. i read you guy's comments and it influenced how i wrote it. some of you mentioned immaturity in y/n and that was really valid. and the point about the prenup making sense.

thank you so much for reading. i am honestly so grateful that you guys liked it. i didn't expect it to blow up like it did. im crying now so bye ✌🏽🤧❤

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#cevans #chris evans #avengers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #andy barber smut #steve rogers smut #captain america #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut

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ask-games-from-a-weird-girl · 2 years

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Weirdly specific drabble prompts

Prompts that just describe very specific situations. Or not. It depends I guess.

”We need more butter”

”We can use my roller skates as a distraction”

They passed by them carrying these giant boxes, acting very nonchalant

”I feel like i’m pregnant with twins or something”

They decided to take it to the next level and jumped into the pool

”Did you seriously get horny from me saying something like that?”

”I know this is the wrong moment to say this, but I think my period started”

”You smell like someone who has gone to the supermarket”

”Careful with the spyglass, you can choke on it”

The kiss looked like someone had squeezed two fish together

"If you two had a baby, what would you name it?"

"How did we go from buying groceries to... this?"

"Be kind, or else my grandmother's ghost will be mad"

"Are you afraid of hot dogs or something?"

"You know what happened last time we did that..."

She/he/they were about to slip on the soap that was on the floor

"Do you even know where babies come from?"

The sugar bowl was right in front of them, ready to be taken

"I think it's time for the talk..."

"Even if it's been on the ground, i'll still eat it."

They passed by a couple making out on a bench

After complaining about her/his/their belly ache...

"I want special types of cookies"

She went to the bathroom for the fourth time

"I need to get a boyfriend before the year ends"

After all, this is what families did, no matter how strange it was

”We are a couple… we’ll scream together”

”Please FLUSH after yourself!”

”We can fit two or three in my bed”

”Do I have to change in front of you?”

”You either have to come out or have someone else make that choice for you”

He/She/They randomly wanted to punch someone

”Why do I smell like fish?”

And with a bucket on the head…

”What if we switched places for a day?”

The floor was slippery

"There's too many plates in here."

"Too tight!"

"I think my friends are secretly dating..."

"You mean to tell me... we're related?"

They went to buy some chewing gum

"Who needs a diaper change?"

He/She/They suddenly fainted at the sight of it

”Uh. Wake up. Something happened.”

”I don’t know, but you give off big gay vibes”

"Just because -insert thing- it doesn't mean i'm straight!"

"I said you weren't allowed to touch me"

"Who's singing?"

At the hospital...

A weird smell hit the room

"There's blood..."

"Are you done? I really need to use the bathroom, so..."

"Can you hold the baby for a while?"

"I'm gonna sing, you wanna listen?"

"If you go to jail, I will go with you"

"I have a tampon and a tissue, which one do you need?"

"-Name-? Are you finished doing... whatever you said you were doing?"

"I think i'm high..."

Everyone started to get slightly drunk

"Who put me in charge?"

They were alone in the school corridor

"Kids! Stop running!"

"Soon, we will be married"

"I know we're friends, but sometimes I randomly fantasize about kissing you"

She smiled in a really strange way, as if she...

"I'm in love with my best friend, not you!"

"We can be friends... with benefits..."

"I'm your mother. You can tell me anything."

As they were about to make out, -name- suddenly bursted into the room

"I want you to feel that you can tell me anything. I'm your father."

"After today, I think you'd be a great parent!"

"Why is your heart beating so fast? We're just hugging..."

10 years ago, they were just children playing together

This was a very hard task to perform on roller skates

They were ice skating, but the ice was terrible

"If we pretend to hate each other, the plan will work!"

"Let's ride the new roller coaster!"

And just like that, they jumped into the ocean with their clothes on

They were in a vacation house, looking out the window

"That's a weirdly specific spot?"

#fic prompts #drabble asks

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10yrsyart · 3 years

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I'm honestly asking this and I don't mean to be rude, really. I was also raised christian, studied at a christian school that had its own church, I used to pray every night, I wanted to be an altar boy (but couldn't bc I was a girl) I discussed about stuff with my priest... but when I was old enough I started thinking that all of this was not for me. And recently discovered that it was my OCD and my intrusive thoughts that told me I had to pray bc if I didn't, something bad would happen. My question is: How can you (and lots of christians) say that Jesus and God love us all for who we are, no matter what and then say that unless we believe in them we're going to suffer a lot and go to Hell. Like that is not unconditional love, that, in fact, very conditional and for me that's a sign of really abusive and awful "parenthood".

Not at all! I've often thought about this too, so i'll do my best.

God is many things, all Loving, all Merciful, but also all Just. our sense of justice is just a small speck compared to His. if someone stole something from you or hurt your family or committed a crime against you, wouldn't you want justice? God is completely just, so He will never leave a bad thing unanswered. However! since He is merciful and loving, He already knows that we all make mistakes and we could never pay for it all on our own. that is why He said, "I will pay for the justice myself." He sent His only Son, Jesus/ Yeshua who is perfect, to die in our place. He said that by believing that Jesus was enough to pay it for us, then we are freed from that debt and go to Heaven to be with Him.

Now think about it, no amount of "being nice" will help you in a court of law. Say you got a major parking ticket and you tell the judge, "Yeah but i bought my friends cookies and helped an old lady cross the street!" the judge is gonna be like, "That doesn't matter. you got a ticket and now you have to pay." as a believer in Jesus, in this scenario He would walk in and say, "I will pay the fine for them." He can legally do that, and you're set free. if no one pays for what they've done, then there would be no justice, and no right and wrong.

But God's Love doesn't just extend to offering to free us, it also extends to free will. God didn't make us robots or mindless servants, He's trying to gather a family of people that /choose/ to love and be with Him. and He's never going to force anyone to accept Him and His free payment if they don't want that. but by rejecting Jesus, they are saying they want to pay for all their wrongs on their own.. which is impossible. that's the whole reason Jesus came in the first place.

"unconditional love" means that a person's love will neve leave you no matter what you do, and that's true of God. He will never stop loving everyone, even those that reject and hate Him. but as a Good Parent, He respects that His creations are people that make their own decisions. and in the case of those that reject Him, that will lead to consequences because of the law of justice.

that is not an abusive parent. it would be abuse if we were held to this standard and there was no way to meet it. but there IS:

"For God so LOVED the world the He gave His one and only Son, so that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life." (John 3:16)

and also: "There is no judgment against ANYONE who believes in Him. But anyone who does not believe in Him has already been judged for not believing in God's one and only Son." (John 3:18)

so God loves us to an incredible degree and He did everything so that we could go to Heaven to be with Him. HE did it, not us. but it's up to each person if they accept that or not. don't blame your own choices on God. it's His will that no one would go to Hell except the devil (whom it was made for).

" 'Do you think that I like to see wicked people die?' says the Sovereign Lord. 'Of course not! I want them to turn from their wicked ways and live.' " (Ezekiel 18:23)

"I, the Lord, made you and I will not forget you. I have swept away your sins like a cloud. I have scattered your offenses like the morning mist. Oh, return to Me, for I have paid the price to set you free!" (Isaiah 44:21-22)

#10 asks #petimetrek #christianity #jesus christ #salvation #bible verse #faithstuff #long post.

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lizzybeth1986 · 3 years

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(1/3) Hey, Playersexual Anon here. I really appreciate that you took the time to address my question. I'm a longtime player (4+ years), but I don't often interact w/the fandom; I don't have a Tumblr account. But I do sometimes browse to see Choices discourse and you're definitely right that many straight players say their favorite LIs aren't queer, I saw this a lot w/Ethan for example. So I understand your issues with the term now and how it's weaponized against queer, especially bi, players.

Sorry again for the delay in responding, anon! Loads of IRL stuff happening this side so wasn't able to write much or go on my blog. I'm glad you never engaged in the disagreeable behaviour that I've seen in other stans, and you seem to be observant enough that even while not interacting with fandom you were able to notice some of these things. You're right that the original sin here, really, is PB and the way they make a song and dance of their inclusiveness while engaging in writing that really doesn't do queer characters any favours.

My feelings about customizable characters...are a little bit more complicated. I agree that, the way PB uses them now, they're more band-aid for actual representation - they exist for PB to claim diversity, without having to ever do the work (I mean, this is work they hardly even do for default CoC!). So I can understand why it's popular to dislike customizable characters or paint them with a broad brush. But here too, I feel (and here I'm not talking about you - but more about the fandom so far) that many people miss how we got to this point, and fandom's role in how we see customizable characters treated.

When PB started using customizable characters (Liam was the first race customizable one, and Hayden was the first to be both race and gender customizable), while there was considerable excitement, fandom was also engaging constantly in what I call a "preference heirarchy". In books where there was a default white person, or a default CoC who was exoticizable, customizable characters faced impossible levels of scrutiny, or were constantly derided no matter what they did. They fared much better in three instances:

1. When there was more than one customizable character (particularly by race. Eg. MTFL, TRM)

2. When they were the only (optional) white character in a sea of CoCs (eg. Bloodbound)

3. When the character was a default race was black 😣 (look no further than Platinum!).

But when they were introduced, they were often not always the pet fave of the teams (who would lean towards the white/exoticizable brown male LI) and the fandoms would either write them off as "boring" without knowing much about them, or drag them down for every. single. thing. they. did. Liam, for instance, was constantly labelled a "cheater" for wanting to continue his relationship with the MC while trapped in an engagement his father had manipulated him into (with his fiancee's consent, mind you! AND he never even had a relationship with said fiancee!!) and fandom had a long, long history of shifting the goalposts with this character. I've lost count of the number of PM stans who falsely claimed Hayden had no variations after the first few chapters, who compared Hayden to a toaster, and who had a problem with Hayden's very justifiable outburst at the group in Book 2 Ch 6. These are just the two most visible examples.

If we're really going to talk about the present cookie-cutter nature of the current crop of customizable characters, or how shady it is that PB is using them as rep, maybe the fandom should take a long, hard look at how they treated them when they were in the same book as other white LIs, or LIs they could grossly objectify. They didn't identifiably act like CoCs even back then (and were in most cases still white coded) but the fandom didn't hesitate to treat them badly.

#ask lizzy #ask me #customizable characters #playchoices

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wolferals · 3 years

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✨UNDER MY SKIN(S)✨

james cook x reader

„Y/n, friend." your mom shouted from downstairs. You were still busy with your english homework as you got interrupted. A sigh leaving your lips you got up from your desk to walk down to the door. Who of your friends would show up on a Tuesday night at 9pm when they knew you were busy doing schoolwork?

As your head shot around the corner you let out a frustrated moan.

The brown haired boy grinned sheepishly as he had his hands behind his back. „Cook." you spoke and approached the interrupter of your busy night.

„Hello y/n. Looking stunning."

Looking down at yourself you realized you were only wearing a big sweatshirt and some knitted socks to keep you feet warm. You were not wearing pants at all, and your hair was up in a messy bun.

„What do you want? I'm busy." You snapped at him but he just kept on smiling.

„I wanted to see if you were up for some fun. Freds and J are twats and studying for the exam tomorrow. Eff's a bit of a headache at the moment and Naomikins wont answer the door." He explained and rested his arm on the doorframe.

„Cook, as I said, I'm busy."

He made his lip tremble a bit, making you roll your eyes at him. „Come on y/n/n, just for an hour or two. I promise I dont got any drugs this time. I just dont wanna be alone right now. I'm going through something."

You again rolled your eyes at this jackass and joked:"Did Effy not wanna fuck you tonight? I'm really sorry. But fuck, fine. I just gotta get dressed. Come in and close the door behind you."

Like a little kid he let out a happy laugh as you walked upstairs, noticing that Cook was following you.

„Hello? Privacy? Also my mom won't like you being in my room with me, at that time especially."

He closed the door to your room and started looking around while you rummaged through your closet.

„You got a nice room y/n/n. Why havent I been in here?"

He asked and played with your dreamcatcher.

„Well because you're a dick Cookie? And I dont like dicks in my room."

-„Thats cool, but hey now you got one in your room. A big one. One that could make you feel real good."

He started laughing and pointed at his crotch. „Fuck you Cook. Turn around."

You quickly took off your sweater and threw on a white cardigan and paired it with a pair of some wide legged jeans.

„Okay I'm done." you then spoke and watched Cook scan your body from head to toe. „Looks cute."

You were surprised by his choice of words but didn't complain. Smiling, you grabbed your stuff and you two headed downstairs.

„Mom, I'll have to help Cook with something real quick, I'll be back in an hour."

You were about to open the front door when your mom stood in the hall. „Where are you going?" She asked, a serious expression on her face.

„Just around the block. I promise I'll be back soon."

Cook just stood there and watched you and your mom discuss but suddenly spoke up:"Ms y/l/n, I promise I'll have her back in exactly one hour. I'll take care of her, nothing will happen to your daughter I swear."

You stared at him in disbelief. That Cook new words like „I promise" or „I'll take care" shocked you a bit.

„Fine. One hour. You have a test tomorrow sweetheart, have that in mind." Your mom finally let you go and Cook didnt waste any more time slipping through the door outside, pulling you with him.

„Wow your mum seems..."

-„I know." you scoffed and shut the door.

Cook took a deep breath as well.

„So you ready for the exam tomorrow?" He then asked.

Walking down the dark street you shrugged your shoulders at him. „I think so but to be honest I was too tired to make anything stay in my brain tonight."

He laughed lightly and replied:"Welcome to my world."

You gave him a quick glance before continuing to walk through the darkness.

It didnt make you uncomfortable being with Cook, even though in fact this was your first time being alone. You simply didn't know what to say to him. He was just too different from you.

„You wanna have some fun?" He broke the silence suddenly as you two walked towards a big building.

„Sure; whats that though?"

He gave you a devilish smirk. „Ever really partied before?"

You shook your head while Cook grabbed your hand to pull you towards the building. His hand was bigger than yours. And it was warm, it felt nice holding someone's hand. You'd never had a boyfriend to touch you but that little thing you got from him there was really nice though.

„Cook what is this place?" you asked when the red lights hit you right in the face. „You're gonna love it." He smiled at you, still holding your hand.

Once down in the basement you two met a bunch of people lining up in front of a big door.

You spotted a bouncer at front letting certain people in.

„I just need you to do one thing. Could you please flirt with that man so we can get in easier? They dont really like me here that much, you need to work with those."

Cook pointed at your boobs.

„Are you kidding?" You asked him, not believing a word he just said. „Please, I really think you'd like it, plus we dont got too much time left. I need to get you home in 40 minutes so just show him your tits and we can have some fun."

You scoffed at him but eventually pulled him up to the bouncer. The guy was around 25, attractive he was for sure but you didnt really know what to say.

„Oh you again, why dont you fuck off?" He looked at Cook.

You gave Cookie a serious look and then turned back to the bouncer. „Hi, I'm sorry I've never been here before; and my friend just told me I'd have a lot of fun in there. Dont you think you could let us in, please?" You gave him your puppy eyes and lightly bit your lip.

He looked inbetween you two and spoke:"This your girlfriend?" He was obviously speaking to Cook.

He just shook his head and you answered:"No sir he's not. We're just here to have fun. I promise we won't be here for long, just a bit of fun. Please sir?"

He breathed out and opened the door behind you. „Alright then sweetheart. And you, dont come here again after tonight." Cook grinned and pulled me inside the club, speaking a „cheers" to the bouncer before coming closer to my ear due to the loud music.

„Promise one thing y/n. Have fun. Let it all go and be free. Just for now."

You looked up at him, his face being lit by the colorful lights. He again smiled at you. „I promise." was all you said before basically jumping into the middle of the dance floor and letting yourself go. A upbeat song was playing and you just started jumping and dancing with Cook as if there was no tomorrow. He seemed to enjoy it as much as you did because he was laughing. You'd never seen him so cheerful and genuinely happy.

„Cookie?" you yelled against the loud music and grabbed onto his neck. „Thank you so much for bringing me here!"

He nuzzled his head in your neck and placed a soft kiss against your skin. „Just let go." You held onto his neck and danced with him again. His forehead rested against yours and your eyes kept locked. It felt like the world around you two had stopped. It felt like Cook and you were the only thing that mattered, as if it cured every worry in your body.

And before you could think about it, you pulled him close and placed your lips onto his. He kissed you back immediately but his kiss was different than you'd expected. It was softer, much more passionate that you'd ever imagined. His hands grabbed you by the waist until you let go of him and smiled brightly.

„Take me home Cook." He licked his lips and nodded as you two made your way through the crowd to the exit door.

Once the noise had quiet down and the only thing you could feel was your own heavy heartbeat and the cold air hitting you, you leaned against the wall. Cook did the same and let out a soft giggle.

„Did you have fun?" He asked and turned his head to look at you. „A lot." You smiled happily.

„Good. Yeah, good."

He stepped closer and placed both his hands on the wall next to your head. He looked down at you and licked his lips once again. „We still got 19 minutes. Sure you wanna go home now?"

Before you got to answer he had kissed you again. It felt too good to be true, his lips moving in perfect sync with yours. His hand on your neck and your hands in his hair.

He truly was a fantastic kisser.

And yet again, the world around you had stopped. Cook was the only thing that mattered to you and deep down you knew how wrong it all was but Cook made you feel worth it. Made you feel good about yourself.

After he let go of you, he grabbed your hand once again and you two slowly walked back to your house without saying another word.

You only caught him looking at you every now and then.

But as you stood in front of your house you turned to him and said:"Thank you Cook, I had a lot of fun in that just one hour." He laughed and replied:"Good. Im glad that I could at least make someone happy tonight."

You giggled as well before looking around to see if your mom was by any chance watching you. But the lights were off and the blinds were shut so you looked back at Cook and placed another quick kiss on his lips.

He didnt seem to be having it, so he pulled you even closer to have a proper harder kiss this time.

„I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asked and put a strand of hair behind your ear. „You see that balcony? Left window is mine. Next time make sure my mom doesnt see you."

He laughed his significant cook laugh and nodded. „Understood. But how soon would be too soon? I mean would it be inappropriate to show up in, lets say 10 minutes?"

-„Cook I'm really not the girl to..."

He grabbed your head and spoke:"No, no I just dont wanna go home yet and I wanna cuddle a bit. I'd be gone before your mum could notice anything."

„Cuddle" Cook wanted to cuddle, that was a first.

„Goodnight cook. See you tomorrow."

He nodded, let go of your hand and walked a couple of steps closer to the street.

„Its really warm tonight, I'll have to air out my room a bit though." you hinted and smiled at him before stepping inside the house. Before closing the front door you saw Cook smiling happily at you before looking up to your room for you to open the window for him. This boy was up for some closure he'd never had before.

#jamescook #skins #jack o’connell #cute #preference #preferences #imagine #relationship #love #bristol #e4 #i'mcook

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willow-salix · 3 years

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Day 2 of Isolation on Tracy Island 2.0 (Fluffember prompt : sky)

Day 2 of Isolation 2.0 on Tracy Island and...well I'll be honest, it's not been too bad yet. Everyone seems a lot more civilised than they were the first time, maybe because it's not as bad globally as it was back in… March was it? What year is this, do I still have my youth or have they sucked it out of me?

Anyway, yes, they are better behaved than the first time, I guess because the shock's over with and it's been so long in a kind of half limbo that we're pretty used to it now. They spent the night trying to convince me that they had dragged me from my little witch cave for my benefit rather than theirs, they lie.

Either way, they are slightly less rowdy, according to Jeff, slightly tidier, according to Grandma but still not at all self sufficient, according to John.

I'd decided that, as I had little choice in the matter, I'd make the best of it. I strolled into the empty lounge, dropped my three bags on the floor, raised my arms and yelled at the top of my voice, "Honey, I'm home!"

I don't know what I expected, maybe to be greeted enthusiastically, to have various family members run in from all directions, so happy and grateful to see me, I mean, I was pretty open to any display of affection, truth be told.

But no, not one of them bothered to come and say hello.

"I might as well go back home," I grumbled to Scott who had finished the post flight checks of One and ambled in after me. "I even brought snacks and I'm being ignored."

"Snacks?" his hand was in the bag I indicated by kicking it with my toe before I'd even finished speaking.

"Well, now I know why I was wanted," I sniffed. "Let me guess, food standards have slipped now that you've all eaten through the meals I left in the freezers last time I was here?"

"That has nothing to do with why we wanted you," he assured me, flopping down on one of the couches with his pilfered bounty bar. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it, humming happily. "You always bring the best chocolate with you."

"Well, I don't like that American stuff you get," I dropped down beside him and stole the other half of the bar.

"There's nothing wrong with American things," he argued. "Quality products from there."

My eyes slid sideways to look at him. "Dude, are you counting yourself as a quality product?"

"Maybe," he didn't bother denying it.

There wasn't much I could say to that really so I shifted the conversation.

"Where are the other idiots?"

He shrugged.

"That's helpful, thanks." I sighed, resting my head back against the sofa. It was weird but this time really did feel so different, almost like it had been inevitable, we were just waiting for it to come.

"I'm not doing all the work this time," I warned him, "like, you guys are gonna have to step up, I refuse to be your maid and run around after you all like I did last time. New lockdown, new rules."

"We don't need a maid," he argued. "Is it so hard to believe that we just want you here so we're all together?"

I shrugged, still feeling a bit like I'd been both blindsided and guilt tripped into it, not to mention feeling rather damp and itchy from the decontamination chamber Brains has forced me into. I told him that I'd been extra careful, that I'd been following the social distancing, yet he hadn't listened and still insisted that I needed to be blasted.

"Here's the thing," he poked me to make sure I was listening. "Last time you were here to help us get through it. We were all feeling a bit helpless and frustrated and without you here distracting us and bossing us around, things would have been a lot worse. This time is different, this time it would be you stuck at home, we're still able to go out and do our jobs now, even though we're still getting fewer calls than normal and some countries aren't allowing entry, but because of that, as soon as your lockdown came in you would have been alone for a month."

"I think I could have handled that."

"Do you though, do you really?"

I glanced at him, not detecting the teasing tone I had been expecting. Could I have handled it? So many people were stuck alone, unable to see their loved ones, their friends and family or to even go to work again. All the little things that make life more bearable and they had been taken away again. I like peace and quiet, but I knew he was right, being locked away, on my own for another month, maybe longer, it wouldn't actually be good for me.

"Admit it, you love us, you'd miss us."

"I admit nothing," but he was right, I would. I hadn't really thought about it, I guess that's what everyone is doing, trying not to think about it all too much but, while the thought of having a month at home, in peace and quiet sounded like a dream, I wouldn't actually want it.

"You're back!" Alan yelled, cannonballing onto the sofa from parts unknown.

"I guess so," I conceded, trying not to melt when he squished up beside me and stole the chocolate I'd been eating.

"Do you mind?" I asked, purely because I felt I had to, not for any real need to tell him off.

"Nope," he grinned, popping the bounty in his mouth.

"Wait, that's…coconut," I trailed off as he gagged, looking for somewhere to spit it out. I handed him a tissue from my bag and he gratefully emptied his mouth.

"This is going to be hell, isn't it?" I asked no one in particular.

"Probably," Scott agreed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "But at least we'll all be together."

"Joy," I muttered but I did hug him back.

"Are you going to keep a diary this time, too?" Alan asked, having recovered a bit.

"I might," I hedged, not telling him that I'd started yesterday. "But I'm not doing it alone this time, you're all going to help me. Deal?"

"Deal," he agreed.

Gradually a few more wandered in, mostly to pick through my luggage like the vulture that they are, knowing that this time I had been wise enough to bring the contents of my fridge and half my cupboards with me.

Gordon yoinked my pringles, Alan took my milkshake, Virgil helped himself to my chocolate chip cookies.

"Hi," the normally beloved voice said behind me.

I didn't turn around. "I blame you for the fact that I'm here again, you know that, right?"

"Yep," John dropped down beside me on the couch, lifting his arm for me to snuggle under.

"Cuddles will not make up for this betrayal," I warned him, not that it stopped me from taking advantage of it. Any Tracy in a storm and all that, plus this one might be the best, though I am slightly biased.

"We appreciate your sacrifice," he told me solemnly. "And to show our appreciation, we organised a little something."

"You did?" Did I sound sceptical? I believe I did.

"We did!" Alan joined in. "We did some research and found that it's traditional to eat baked potatoes and chilli tonight."

"It is?" I frowned, wracking my brains as to what the heck he was talking about. I was also slightly worried about who had done the cooking.

"Yes," John got up, dragging me to my feet and propelled me towards the windows. He nodded to Virgil, who messaged Brains, saying something I couldn't hear.

As one, all the other idiots surrounded us, all looking up, heads tipped back expectantly, like baby birds awaiting food.

"What are we doing?" I asked, completely confused.

"It's November 5th," Scott answered. "Remember, remember the 5th of November."

Oooooh. I didn't have time to answer as the first rocket shot up into the air, exploding in a burst of colour and sound, lighting up the dark night sky...

#thunderbirds in isolation #thunderbirds are go #isolation island #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds #witch #thunderbirds fanfiction

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