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SEVEN - 003

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [5.7k] based on 1x03.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death/grief, creepy older man behavior, pining/unrequited love, assault/mild violence

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A/N‧₊˚ In regards to all published chapters, this one is my favorite.

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YOU PICKED UP THE OBJECT, SLIDING IT TO JOHN B THROUGH THE CRACK IN THE STONE.

“That’s not gold.” Pope spoke despondently with a childish frown.

“Holy shit,” John B spoke, ignoring his friend's sadness. You climbed your way back out of the tomb, dropping next to JJ who helped you dust yourself off as JB continued speaking. “This is from my dad.”

It was a bittersweet moment, hope that maybe this wasn’t all for naught. However, the rev of an engine in the distance made your smiles drop, a golf cart pulling up in the distance. You all began shoving each other out of sight and behind the tomb, panic clearly present.

“John B, your light!”

“Turn your light off.” You all hissed at him, the boy being the only one with his source of light still bright and kicking. From your distance and the lack of daylight, none of you could tell whether it was the square groupers or not, but you all decided to throw all caution to the wind when it looked like the person in the driver’s seat had a gun.

“Screw this.” Kiara said, getting up and bolting, the rest of you following quickly behind her. You almost knocked one another over trying to jump the fence, everyone making it smoothly besides Pope, who managed to get stuck. By his pants.

In your rush, you all practically ripped the boy off the gate, leaving his pants behind before piling in The Twinkie and speeding off, giggles filling the vehicle.

“ARE YOU INTENTIONALLY IGNORING THE MOLD ON THAT BREAD?” You questioned, disgust written all over your face as JJ spread peanut butter all over the mold-ridden slice. You were back at the “safety” of The Chateau, waiting for John B to build up the courage to open the package — a large white FedEx envelope, ‘For Bird’ written across it, the nickname his dad had given him.

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” JJ reassured with a shrug, putting the slices together. “Plus, mold is good for you.” You made a sound of disgust before leaving the small kitchen space with the blonde trailing behind you, the two of you stopping behind John B who was seated, looking over his shoulder alongside Kiara and Pope.

Taking a deep breath, he ripped open the package quickly, JJ gagging behind your head after taking a bite of his sandwich, a sass-filled ‘told you’ leaving your lips as your eyes focused on the items John B was pulling out of the parcel.

The first thing was a map — black and white with notes on it. Coordinates, The Lighthouse and The Cut labeled on it, some kind of whirly drawing, and X marked over some area. The next thing was a tape recorder, blue, small and dusty.

John B paused for a moment before pressing play. The mechanism came to life, a static cassette-like sound coming through before a voice was heard.

“...Dear Bird,” The nearly forgotten sound of Big John’s voice filled your ears, just as deep and brassy as you remember, the southern twang in his speech causing a small smile to form. “I hate to say ‘I told you so’ but, I told you so. And you doubted your old man…I suspect at this moment, you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight. But don’t kill yourself just yet, kid. I didn’t expect to find The Merchant either.”

You wondered if you heard that correctly. Big John had actually found The Royal Merchant? Looks were shared amongst the group but nobody said a thing, letting the recording continue.

“You were probably right to call me out. Wasn’t exactly father of the decade. What can I say, kid? I could smell the barn… hopefully we’re listening to this in our brand-new sugar shack down in Costa Rica, livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well…that’s what the map is for. There she is, The Wreck of The Merchant. If something happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird, even if I didn’t always act like it…I’ll see you on the other side.”

And then the tape was ending, leaving you with a million more questions than you all had walked into this with. The house was silent, you all silently anticipating what John B was going to say or do. If he was going to cry or scream.

You sighed when the boy got up, chair scooting harshly across the floor as tears became evident in his waterline as he turned around and practically collapsed against the wall, sobbing. Hugging the structure as he slid down slowly, unable to fully hold himself up.

Kie was the first and only one to walk over to him, laying her head of curls against his shoulder blade in comfort.

“HOW MUCH WAS IT AGAIN?” JJ quizzed, the group of you sitting on the dock outside The Chateau in the middle of the night, nothing visible for miles. Just the stars in the sky and the sound of cicadas.

“Four hundred mil’.” Pope answered, staring out into the distance as he sat on the rail.

“All right, let’s talk the split.” JJ started. “Now, before you say evenly, may I remind you that I am the only that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us?” He tried, whirling the gun around his finger. “Protection? Not cheap.”

“You’ve done zero training.” Pope reminded him as you taught Kiara chords on her ukelele and John B sipped mindlessly on a beer, paying no mind to the four of you.

“Youtube, bro!” JJ argued back. “That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”

All you could do was roll your eyes, Kiara’s strumming ceasing as she turned to Pope. “What’re you gonna do with your share, Pope?”

“...Pay for college in advance.” He nodded his head as he spoke with conviction, staring down at his knees. “And also textbooks. Those are expensive.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. You wondered what Pope was gonna do when he realized that school will come to an end one day. “What about you, Kie?”

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” JJ poked.

“Just…wanna make a double album.” She shrugged cutely, a small smile playing on her lips. “‘Bout OBX, the pogues. Y’know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing…”

You could help but make a face, turning to the girl next to you. “Peter Tosh is-”

“Peter Tosh is dead, I know. The Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” She spoke optimistically. “And what about you, huh?” She nudged your shoulder playfully. “Got any big plans for your cut?”

You stared up at the sky, a look of thoughtfulness on your face as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Travel.” You said simply, looking back at the friends around you. “With Marley, of course. Paris, Italy, Thailand, Japan… Oh! Bora Bora…” You spoke dreamingly. “I’d send you all postcards and, like, candy and shit from each place. I’d come back home every now and then, though.”

“You’d take the dog with you?” JJ questioned.

“Um, yes,” you answered like it was the easiest thing in the world. “...Marley and my guitar are the only things I really have left of my dad, everything else is memories and pictures, and I think taking Marley with me would be like taking him too, in a way. He always wanted to travel, anyway. Just never had enough money and too scared of planes. So, I hope the airlines are okay with me booking a first-class seat for a 65 pound Golden Retriever.” You chuckled.

“I know what I’m gonna do.” JJ shrugged nonchalantly.

“And what’s that, blondie?” You whipped your head towards him, kicking your feet against the wood.

“I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook. Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.” You and Kie couldn’t help but share a look, bursting out into giggles.

“I’m never visiting.” She said through her fit of giggles, JJ simply shrugging at her statement and throwing a piece of grass he'd been rolling into a ball at you.

“What’re you gonna do, JB?” Pope asked the boy who hadn’t spoken in almost an hour. You all anticipated his response, not even knowing if he would respond.

He simply smiled smally, not making any moves to look at you all. “...To going full Kook.”

IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING AND YOU HAD ALL ALREADY BOARDED THE HMS POGUE, A DAY OF SUNLIGHT NEVER WASTED. JJ whistled, lowering his shades and eyeing the boat coming towards you all and heading in the opposite direction. “You guys see that? That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance.” You liked seeing this “nerd” side of JJ — the one who knew heaps of information about bikes and cars and boats.

“I hate to break it to you guys but that’s Topper and his girlfriend.” Kie spoke nastily, eyeing the couple coming into clear view next to the five of you. The two blondes eyed the group of you down without shame, even behind their blacked out sunglasses you could tell.

Sarah lifted the aforementioned shades from her face, giving you all a distasteful glance, eyes lingering on you and Kie before averting her gaze back in front of her.

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.” Kie spoke, not yelling but loud enough for the couple to hear if they hadn’t sped past you all.

“Did you see the way Topper was clinging onto her?” You snarled, the statement directed more at Kie than anyone else. “I’d take more pride in the boat than her, if I were him. She’s probably already onto the next guy and he has no idea.” You concluded, sipping on your ice cold beer.

“SWEET LORD, THE INTERNET!” Pope practically cheered as the group of you ran into the study room of the Kook hotel that you were pretty sure you’d just snuck into. He ran to the computer, pulling out the map from John B’s backpack and wasting no time entering them into some website he was using, Earth Search. Lord knows how he found it but it was Pope you were talking about.

“34°57’30” north. 75°55’42” west…” He muttered, fingers going a mile a minute across the keyboard.

“The continental shelf?” John B queried over the boy’s shoulder.

“That’s off the deep end…” You pointed out, leaning over Pope’s other shoulder. The website continued zooming in on the destination, footsteps and voices outside of the closed door had all of your hearts pounding as you waited.

“It’s on the high side. That’s only 900 feet.” John B added after it had expanded enough.

“Only?” You questioned, eyeing him with a look that said ‘are you crazy?’.

“C’mon, that’s do-able.” JJ spoke up from behind all three of you. You turned to him with the same expression, standing up slightly from your bent over position and planting a hand on your hip.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Aquaman. Do you plan on guiding us down there?” You retorted.

“Will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope backed up.

“Ha ha.” The blonde shot back at you both, grimacing. “No, smartasses. The salvage yard has a drone that can drop one-thousand. Three-sixty camera and everything. It’s exactly what we need.”

“Aaand can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?” John B asked.

“My dad’s grimy little hands are what got his ass fired. But the drone’s in the impound yard in the back.” Sly, hopeful smirks were shared amongst you all before you shot up, gathering everything and rushing towards the door, Pope at the end of the line shaking his head.

“Can’t we do anything legal for money?”

“WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN?” You asked from the back of the van that had just arrived at the impound lot.

“Because, you’re two hot teenage girls that have the power to entice the middle-aged man at the front gate.” John B told you bluntly. You curled your lip at his statement.

“That wasn’t creepy or mildly perverted at all… Let me out.” You demanded, JJ sliding open the van door to let you as Kie hopped out of the passenger seat.

The two of you walked the short distance to the truck you’d be driving around the corner to the impound lot, Kie swinging the keys around her finger.

“We got this?”

“Hell yeah.” You smiled, giving your best friend a low high-five and hopping into the vehicle, engine starting as she twisted the key.

It was less than two minutes before you pulled up the gate, spotting the man inside of the booth to the left. You both got out of the truck, waving your hands to gather the man’s attention.

“Hello?” Kie called. “Excuse me?” The man’s attention was diverted from whatever he was reading, your presence prompting him to get up and out of his seat, leaving the tiny building to approach the gate from the other side, a stoic expression on his face.

“Can I help you ladies?”

“Hi,” You flashed a bright smile, shoving your hands in the back pockets of your shorts. “We have a flat tire.” You pouted, not missing the way his eyes roamed your frame for the briefest of moments. “We were wondering if you could help us out?”

The security guard looked around for a moment, as if maybe this was something he wasn’t supposed to be doing before nodding. “Yeah.” A mischievous smirk spread across his face.

“Yeah?” You reiterated cutely as he retreated back into his booth to open the gate. You turned to Kiara with a knowing look on your face, a playful side eye.

“How do you do that?” She asked with a small chuckle. You simply shrugged.

“It’s all in the eyes.” You taunted, watching as the man returned. Leading him to the back of the truck, Kiara gave the guys, who’d been hiding, the signal to go.

“It’s this back one. Must’ve been a leak or something.” You gathered the older man’s attention, attempting to keep it on the truck for as long as possible.

“Probably just been sitting in the yard too long?”

“Yeah…” Kie cutely replied.

“I got this.” The guard replied, trying to seem all macho and manly. You watched as the three boys slipped their way into the gate. It was silent for a few moments as he worked on the tire and you and Kie tried to keep a non-suspicious look out.

Minutes passed before a dog’s bark was heard, loud and incessant. The security guard paused in his movements.

“You hear that?”

“Hear what?” You and Kiara said simultaneously, trying your best to act unbothered.

“Tebow’s got something…” He pondered aloud.

“Y’know how dogs are,” You scoffed with an awkward smile, trying to dismiss his concern. “He’s probably... terrorizing a squirrel or somethin’.” You offered.

“...Yeah, yeah.” It seemed to be a good enough answer as the man got back to working on the car. Suddenly, Kie was discreetly leaving your side and going to the other side of the truck, you questioned what she was up to before you heard the low hiss of air leaving a tire.

The guard must’ve heard it, too, his movements ceasing again before looking up. “Hey, where’d your friend go?”

“She, uh, had to pee really quick.” You tried to dismiss his concern carelessly.

“...There’s no bathroom out here.” He spoke, standing up to his full height now, equipment in hand.

“Y’know, how it is,” You chuckled nervously under your breath , shoulders square as you became visibly tense and tried to side-step and block his path. “When a girl’s gotta go…”

He didn’t say anything back, quickly walking past you in wide strides to the other side of the truck, catching Kiara releasing air from another tire. “What’re you doing?!” She stuttered to find words before the man was dropping the equipment and running into the impound lot.

Your hands gripped your hair. “Shit.” You cursed, scurrying to get back into the truck with Kie. There was nothing you could do to aid the boys now. You could only hope they had enough time to grab the gear and go as you and Kie sped off.

AFTER REUNITING WITH GUYS, who had successfully stolen the drone, Kie offered to feed everyone down at The Wreck. The sun had gone and it was nightfall, the diner lit up dimly by the time you’d all arrived in The Twinkie.

“What I would do with a beer and shrimp 'n grits right now…” JJ longed, hopping out of the door.

“Amen.” You agreed. “The crimes I would commit for a single fry right now are horrendous.” None of you anticipated how hungry stealing drones, flirting with creeps, and running from dogs would make you.

Upon entering The Wreck, you were met with shadowy lights and a few leaving guests, the restaurant close to its closing time. The boys ventured off into the seating area while you and Kie stuck around to greet her father.

“Hey, Mr. C.” You smiled, greeting the older man with a hug.

“Heyy, kid. It’s been a while. It’s good to see you smilin’.” He greeted back enthusiastically, patting a fatherly hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, dad.” The girl hugged her father. “How’d we do?”

The older man sighed, shaking his head and drawing his lips into a thin line. “Didn’t turn it over once.” You and Kie shared a look of pity for him, small frowns on each of your faces.

“It’s probably just bad luck because of the storm.” The brown-haired girl tried to reassure her father.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to tell the banks that.” He grimaced.

“Guess now is not the best time to ask for free food for me and my friends?” She attempted sheepishly, peering back at the three boys eyeing the food like shelter dogs.

Her father’s demeanor did a complete one-eighty. “Look at them,” He started, eyeing the trio of boys with disgust. “They’re greedy pelicans. I told you to stop hanging out with them.” He told his daughter, eyes drifting to you. “The both of you...” He added.

You hated the way Mr. C spoke of the guys. They were your best friends and he, himself, used to live on The Cut. He talked about them like a purebred Kook, like someone who has never known poverty. Sometimes, you thought he held a grudge against you for bringing Kiara into your friend group with them. But you’ve known her just as long as them.

“Everybody at the Kook academy hates us, Dad.” She protested, shifting her weight and rolling her eyes.

“‘Cause you never gave them a chance.”

“We did give them a chance.” She argued back for the both of you, knowing you weren’t likely to step in against her own father. “They got all stuck up on us. They care more about shoes and coke than anything else, I mean, what’re we supposed to do with that?”. All the man could do was sigh, Kiara looking back and JJ, John B, and Pope pitifully. “Those are our friends.”

“Look…I gotta throw it out anyway, might as well take it.” He caved. Bright smiles broke out on both of your faces, the two of you encasing the man in a bear hug before releasing him and turning back to the three boys who were patiently waiting.

“Sit down.” Kie said, the guys cheering and pulling out seats. It wasn’t long before Mr. C brought the food out — french fries, crab legs, soda, chips.

The guys ate like they’d never eaten before. Maybe they really were hungry pelicans.

The Wreck had closed by the time you guys started eating though, allowing you to play music on the eatery speakers while you ate.

At some point Kie, who’d been dancing by herself, invited John B to get up and dance with her, the brunette accepting the invite. However, one absentminded glance to your left had you watching Pope, who was watching them. He looked sad.

You never thought about that — Pope having a thing for Kie. You couldn’t really picture that in your head but you still felt bad.

In a group of three guys and two girls, someone is bound to catch feelings for someone.

Breaking your gaze on Pope, you looked around to find JJ staring at you. You flashed him a smile and tossed a fry at him to which he caught in his mouth, you both bursting out with laughter.

THE FIVE OF YOU WASTED NO DAYLIGHT THE NEXT MORNING, testing out the gear the second the sun reached its peak. Kie and JB were under the water helping to test out the quality of the camera, both of their faces seen on the pixelated screen.

“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly.” JJ spoke over the boy's shoulder. You were sitting on the wooden railing, legs swinging and adorned in nothing but your bikini. “What would we do without you to control the drones?”

“Technically, it’s not a drone, it’s an ROV-”

“Shut up. Shut. Up. It’s too early for that right now.” You chuckled under your breath at JJ's dismissal, you wondered if JJ and Pope ever got tired of bickering. They were like brothers or an old married couple, either or. Just then, the pair in the water came up for air, John B shaking the water from his hair and being the first to speak.

“Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we’ll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim.” He threw out. “We can go through your mom.” He directed the statement at you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, even if they were squinted from the sun beaming in them. “I wouldn’t trust my mom to help us. It’s like she’s been in cahoots with Shoupe ever since we moved to Figure Eight and everyone knows he really works for Ward.”

“Why would we have to do all of that anyway?” JJ asked the boy in the water.

“There is a maritime salvage law.” Pope cut in. “You can’t just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up.” You’d been examining the equipment while they talked amongst themselves. Noticing something before speaking up.

“The tether on the ROV is really long. In the wrong kind of weather, it could get pushed around.” You said, turning to face them. “We should go at dead calm. It’s our best option.”

“And today is not that day.” Pope said, eyeing the sky that was turning a dangerous shade of gray in the distance, a storm brewing.

“YOU THREE GET THESE GROCERIES TO FIGURE EIGHT. GET STRAIGHT BACK HERE WHEN YOU DONE.” Heyward told you, JJ, and Pope. “I promised delivery by this afternoon.”

He handed JJ the last of the groceries, the blonde piling them onto the platform in the middle of the boat before Pope got the engine going. Heyward’s boat moved faster than the HMS Pogue, you were on Figure Eight territory within minutes, the boys eyeing the properties and estates like puppies.

“It doesn’t even look like the storm hit here…” Pope said, astounded, staring down one of the bigger houses. He had a point, the house looked like the storm purposely moved out of its way.

“It’s ‘cause they got generators, bro.” JJ began, his disdain for Kooks peeking through in his tone. “And then they say the juice will be out all summer at The Cut.”

“It must be nice to be a Kook.”

“Lucky bastards.” JJ shook his head, you simply ignored them. They weren’t wrong and technically, you were now a Kook yourself so you had nothing to add.

Financially, you were a Kook. But you’d always be a pogue at heart.

“Isn’t that your place?” Pope pointed out, speaking to you. Your house was coming into view up ahead.

JJ whistled at it — the exterior was polished, the yard was kept, the trees were trimmed, no weeds or overgrown plants obstructing the view of the home. Your house wasn’t as old as most on Figure Eight, it has only just been built when your mom bought it a few months back. You could even see Marley running a muck in the yard from the boat.

“Look at that beauty. Must be nice going home to that every night, huh?” JJ poked.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the blonde. “You’d be surprised.”

YOU WERE ON YOUR LAST DELIVERY OF THE DAY, the three of you had split up to get the last of the orders done quicker. You and JJ had completed yours but Pope had to go through the golfing trail behind the Country Club, so you’d figured he hadn’t finished yet and you both decided to go after him.

“You can’t seriously tell me that you don’t like living on this side of the island.” JJ kept nagging about how much life had changed for you. You wished he would drop it.

“It’s not Figure Eight that I hate, JJ. It’s the people. I don’t know them and they’re all assholes.” You started, walking alongside the blonde, watching the Country Club members golf. “I’d feel safer taking a walk on The Cut at night than I would here. Might get jumped by some coked up college kids.”

“Meh.” He started. “I wouldn’t let that happen. And if it did, y’know we’d find those guys and kill ‘em. Rocky Balboa style.” He joked, throwing air punches and making sounds that made you laugh.

“What the hell?”

You heard someone exclaim in the distance, you and JJ sharing a look as your laughter died and you slowed in your steps. The voice sounded eerily like Pope.

“You owe me for that!”

The pair of you started sprinting, arriving just in time to catch Topper swing Pope to the ground after snatching the beers he was supposed to be delivering out of his hands. Pope was shoeless and his hat had come off, sand and blood littering his face.

“What the fuck?” You yelled, not even taking into account Rafe’s presence at the moment.

“Hey, hey!” JJ shouted, running over to Topper and snatching him up by his collar. You didn’t know what was happening, all you know was that all of a sudden, Pope was charging at Rafe who was quick to whack him in the stomach with his golf club before hitting him over the back with it.

The sound of metal hitting his spine caused you to flinch. “Stay down, bitch!” Rafe screamed. You stood frozen in place, a fear you’ve never felt before. But you knew why. You were hoping, praying, pleading that he wouldn’t notice you were standing there. That he’d be too caught up in his own rage to see you.

Topper had managed to push JJ off of him in an effort to calm Rafe. You took the opportunity, with Rafe’s eyes on Topper, to try and aid your beaten friend. You kneeled next to him as JJ stood angrily off to the side, probably making sure Rafe wouldn’t try to pull anything else.

“Pope…” You muttered, voice laced with concern as you examined his face — blood between his teeth and sand in his eyes.

Your hair was shielding your face slightly from Rafe’s view, you were sure. “Hey, no, don’t help him,” He started, raving and ranting. “I said don’t fucking help him!”

Breaking past Topper’s defense, the man stomped toward you before kicking you over, a grunt falling from your lips. With you now laying in the sand on your back, clutching your side in pain, he could see your face clearly with your hair splayed around you, no longer obstructing his view.

“Leave them alone!” JJ tried, but Rafe was quick to swing the club in his direction as Topper stood anxiously behind him, but his eyes were still on you. You hadn’t seen him in months, the same goes for him to you. All he did was chuckle, a laugh with no amusement behind it as he crouched down above you.

Even while you were in pain, you managed to glare at him, a mean snarl on your lips as you tried to control your breathing but every intake of air hurt. “Where you been hidin’, sunshine?” He spoke softly but so menacingly. When his finger trailed across your bottom lip, you used whatever energy you had left to bite down on the digit. Hard. “Ah- fuck! You stupid bitch! I’ll-” He lifted the club up, preparing to slam it back down until Topper gripped his shoulder.

“They got it, man! Let’s just go.” He urged, Rafe eyeing your figure on the ground, breathing heavily like a bull. His eyes then scanned JJ and Pope before he spoke.

“We don’t want you over here, you got that?” He warned angrily, eyes landing on you once more. “Any of you.” That was all he wrote before Topper was pulling him away from the scene, the two boys disappearing.

Your mind was racing a mile a minute, probably faster. You rolled over, ignoring the searing pain in your side as you pushed yourself up. You felt a hand on your arm , trying to help you but for some reason...it just made you angry.

“I got it.” You strained out.

“Let me help you-” JJ tried.

“I don't need your help, JJ!” Then his hand was reluctantly leaving your arm and offering it to Pope who brushed him off in a less aggressive manner as you stood to your full height, a slight limp as you began walking away.

The walk back to the boat was silent — suffocatingly so. Nobody said anything when you boarded, or when Pope got the engine running, or when you passed all the houses on Figure Eight.

You didn’t expect JJ to sit next to you, especially after yelling at him. “Listen, I don’t know what happened out there, alright? And maybe you’ll tell me or maybe you won’t but I mean seriously, are you guys just gonna let them get away with that?” He scoffed angrily.

“What’re we supposed to do?” Pope shot back.

“I don’t know, something, man! Anything!”

“...Turn the boat around.” You spoke up from where you were sitting, an idea sparking in your rage-filled mind.

“AND WHY NOT RAFE’S BOAT?” JJ spoke up from your place across the water, eyeing down Topper’s brand-new boat.

“Because,” You started, stripping down to your bikini. “Rafe doesn’t have boats. They all belong to Ward. This? This is Topper’s personal possession. So, we go for him.”

The answer seemed satisfactory enough for the blonde as Pope also took off his shirt. “They hit us, we hit them.” He said before turning to you specifically. “I know you’re a swimmer-slash-diver and all but I don’t think you should be swimming in your...condition.” He warned, eyeing the large bruise blooming along your side.

“I’ll be fine.” Was the last thing you said before jumping into the water, Pope splashing in close behind you. You both swam your way over to the speed-boat, jumping onto it. It took seconds for Pope to release the seal that kept the boat from sinking, water bubbling into the base of the wakesetter as you threw your fist against the windshield, effectively cracking the glass.

The pair of you dove back into the water, making your way back to a bandana and sunglasses clad JJ who was waiting. Climbing back on to the boat, Pope handed JJ the plug to which he chucked farther into the ocean.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Pope spoke breathlessly, watering dripping down his frame.

“I won’t, dude-” JJ assured

“No, not anyone. Not Kie, not John B, nobody, got it?”

“Got it.”

NIGHT HAD FALLEN ONCE AGAIN. It was like it never ended as of recently. You were all back at The Chateau, the events of earlier still fresh on your mind and the ache in your side still throbbing to remind you.

“You really think it’s out there?” Pope asked JB. The boy simply shrugged in response.

“My father thought it was.”

“...But do you?” Pope reiterated. The sound of crickets and cicadas filled the silence as you all waited for him to answer, thunder rumbling in the distance.

“After hearing his voice on that tape? I think I do.”

“We’re gonna find it.” Kie reassured.

JJ yawned, stretching on the hammock you two were sharing with Kie as Pope and JB shared the other. You and JJ were squished on one end with her on the other. “I’m gonna dream about shipwrecks.” He spoke through his exhaustion, his arm somehow landing behind your neck and curling it towards him, effectively shoving your face into his neck. “And I’m taking this one with me.”

“JJ!” You muttered against his skin as they all laughed. "Let go of me, Maybank!" Your muffled voice came through as you struggled to push the blonde away.

“Shh, just let it happen.”

IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING AND YOU WERE STILL HALF-SLEEP BY THE TIME YOU’D BOARDED THE BOAT. John B wanted to get a head start on this whole ‘X marks the spot’ thing and you’d reached the spot where the Royal Merchant was allegedly sunk by noon.

“Alright, ladies and gentleman,” The brunette spoke, far too chipper for how early it was. “To going full Kook!” He cheered as he and Kiara lowered the ROV into the water slowly. They fed the cord down inch by inch, monitoring everything and JJ steered the boat.

“Alright, JJ we’re right over it!” JB called out. “Ten seconds northwest!”

“Ten seconds northwest, got it.”

You were leaning against the side of the boat, watching the screen with Pope as you struggled to keep your eyes open. The morning breeze hit you every now and then, in nothing but your bathing suit and a large shirt, a lazy attempt to avoid questions about what happened to your side until you could come up with an excuse that your friends would believe.

When Kie was about 400 feet of rope deep, thunder rumbled in the sky, causing your eyes to examine the ocean. “The tide’s turning.” You warned tiredly, perking up slightly at the change of events. John B directed JJ to change the direction of the boat, over and over again until they got it right.

The storm was getting scarily close, so close you could see it building in the distance. It suddenly got strong, pushing the boat back by at least a couple of feet. It became a frantic fight against the storm, with Kiara warning John B that they may lose the ROV and John B instructing JJ on how to navigate the boat while you and Pope kept an eye on the visuals.

Kiara was at 950 feet and you and Pope still couldn’t see anything, even when JJ managed to steady the boat once again.

“Okay, we’re on the floor.” You announced, signaling to Kie that she could stop feeding the rope.

“You should be seeing something-”

…

“You see anything?!” JJ called from behind the wheel, the four of you staring at the screen in disbelief and relief.

“It’s The Royal Merchant.” John B said as you all watched the ship come into view, clear as day.

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piccolos-bigtoe · 1 month

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Yerm I haven’t been super happy with my drawings as of late, and I’m not stoked about this one but the colours I actually love a lot like woah,,, how’d I manage that,, I actually don’t know lol.

Adonis, being a term used for attractive young men, comes from a Greek myth of some guy who was an arrogant asshole that died, came back to life, and achieved immortality, he is also very handsome. Of course I went ballistic because I was like “holy shit I can TOTALLY project tf2 onto this”

I’m maybe kind of writing a one shot under the same name about Scout and Snipers opposing views on respawn and dying…. Perchance…. In which Scout thinks respawn is this cool amazing thing, and death is just something that’s now inconsequential to him so he doesn’t think twice about pulling off stupid stunts. Sniper thinks it stupid to not fear/avoid dying even if they come back, because death and the pain that comes with it is still a very real thing to him, especially with him being a hunter it is something he doesn’t take for granted and is important to him.

I will say there are very few (serious) ideas I play around with for them that stick beyond being a “this would make sense for them I think, yeah” because they are mostly just silly goober guys to me… Like little gun wielding dolls that I can pose. In my head I think neither of them would TRULY give two shits about dying beyond the annoyance of getting one uped by an enemy. But if they were serious guys ™️ to me thru and thru I would totally project the above idea into them fully.

Here are some alternative versions of the image I didn’t like as much but were pretty okay. I liked the yellow being the font but it’s just tooooo hard to read unfortunately, especially from far away. I also don’t hate the sort of darkish blood Orange, but I like keeping it down to just three colours.

#tf2 #my art #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 scout #I’m one of those non religious weirdos that likes religious imagery..

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 22 days

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to ashes, development

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Summary: a development on a mission means it's time to move on.

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2,313

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Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Eighty-Five Days

“Holy shit, you got any idea how fuckin’ hard I am right now?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh, gross.”

Clint frowned.

“What? It’s seedy as hell,” you waved a hand. “You take me to the worst places.”

You swore, you could actually see him roll his eyes from the other side of the building. “Not exactly poetic, are they?”

The two of you were on top of an old disused warehouse in Harringay, listening with distaste as the men inside discussed their, ugh, merchandise. What was it with men and guns?

The weapons ring you’d fought in Holland Park was still at large, and Clint had spent the last two weeks tracking them down again. Honestly it was a testament to them that it had taken him this long, even without his old SHIELD connections. Whoever they were, they weren’t street level thugs.

…It made you feel the tiniest bit better about them getting the better of you in the park.

Clint had scrubbed through the local police files for any clues as to where they were setting up house. Between that and his own reconnaissance, he’d managed to track one of their prominent dealers to right under your feet.

“You still clear on the plan?”

Nodding, you unhooked the safety hood of your holster. “Yeah. Yeah, I got it.”

“Y/N…”

You looked up with a raised brow, fixing him with a pointed look. “Are you really about to lecture me about not taking revenge?”

Clint met your eye with an almost exasperated expression. “Point taken.”

“You ready for this?”

“That’s my line.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” you smirked, stretching out a kink in your neck. “Let’s go to work.”

***

You were really getting tired of these guys.

That’s the only thought that came to you as you rolled behind the crates to your left, gun still in your hand. You came to a kneel, your back meeting the wood with a dull thump. They were too prepared, to ready for the two of you.

This wasn’t supposed to end in a shootout. This was supposed to be a quick job, and yet… how did they know about the two of you? They’d mentioned a boss in the park, someone who had guessed you’d been Clint’s back up, but still… they knew you were coming. Not well enough to lay a proper trap, to ambush you before you got inside, but well enough to be ready.

You ducked lower with a curse as wood shattered above you, large splinters raining down on top of you. Thankful for the hood that kept them out of your hair, you exhaled and turned to fire two shots back around the corner. One shot went wide, but you smiled grimly as the second bullet buried itself in a man’s shoulder. He cursed in a heavy Eastern European accent as you ducked back behind the crate.

“Did you have a plan B for tonight, or are we winging this?” you said into your comms. You heard a cry go up among those shooting at you, followed by shouts of confusion and a few wild shots. You winced despite yourself for a second, waiting for a response in your ear to assure you that they’d missed.

“I’m working on one,” Clint replied gruffly, and you released a small, relieved breath despite your faith in him.

“So… winging it, it is then,” you sighed wearily, setting a new magazine into your handgun and adjusting your hold on the grip. “You know, I kinda hate being the one to draw their fire.”

“I’ll make note of it for next time,” he replied dryly, and another gurgling cry went up among the men between the two of you as Clint shot back out of the shadows long enough to take one of them down. He sliced up two – the one you’d wounded and the man closest to him. “Don’t do anything stupid, alright? We’ve got this under control.”

“Do we?”

“You doubt me?”

“I—”

“Fuck this!” shouted one of them – a burly brunette with a greying beard and tattoos scattered over his biceps. “Get one of the pushka out here and end this!”

“Clint—” you said warningly, stealing a glance over the crates.

“Don’t panic,” he warned, and you swore you caught the glimpse of silver in a brief shift of the light to let you know exactly where he was. “You’re not their biggest problem right now.”

“Clint—”

A deafening blast sounded and you fell forward, hands flying automatically to your ears. The crate to your left exploded – as did the wall in front of you, burst apart in a wave of electric blue energy.

“Holy—”

“Y/N!”

“I’m fine, just—”

“Forget the bitch! Get the Ronin!”

You scrambled away from where you’d hidden, throwing yourself behind an old forklift. Too late, you realized you’d left your gun behind, having dropped it when your hands had flown to your ears. Swearing to yourself, you winced as another blast fired. The building itself groaned as they blew another hole in a wall.

“What the hell is that thing?!”

“Just get outta here, Y/N! I’ll distract—”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Barton!”

“Just go!” he barked back. “Now!”

“Goddamn it!” you growled, standing as you heard the men shout that they’d spotted the Ronin above them. You saw the gun – a bazooka-like cannon – turn upward, point directly at the shadowy figure above. “Stubborn-ass-son-of-a—”

The blaster fired, and you swept your arm upward in the same moment. A shield appeared seconds before the energy wave could hit Clint, knocking him to the side. The energy wave just barely glanced off the shield before blowing a hole in the roof and sending debris collapsing down on the men below.

“What are you—?”

“Take the moment, Clint; you can yell at me later!” you spat back through gritted teeth, sprinting towards the group still shielding themselves from falling bricks and timber. “Get out! I’m right behind you!”

Pulling the knife from the back of your belt, you turned it in your grip and plunged it into the hand of the man closest to the crate they’d pulled the pushka from, ignoring the way he screamed. You released it, instead grabbing the first weapon you could from the crate – thankfully, a much smaller hand-gun style weapon – and kept running. A few men managed to get off a few shots before you were clear, and you winced as you felt a bullet tear through your sleeve to graze your forearm.

Feet pounding too loud on the pavement, you made it quickly to an alleyway across the street, tucking your prize under your injured arm as you grabbed hold of the rung of a fire escape ladder with your other arm and swung yourself upwards. You could hear the building behind you continue to collapse as you climbed the ladder, and you winced as a hand gripped yours as you reached the top.

“Are you insane?”

“Are you?” you shot back breathlessly as Clint pulled you up onto the roof beside him. “What the hell kind of plan was that? You were gonna let them shoot you with that thing?”

“I’m faster than I look, Y/N,” he pointed out sourly. “And now they know—”

“They don’t know shit,” you argued. “There’s no way they could see the difference between that shield and whatever the hell they were shooting at us with.”

“It was still really stupid, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome.”

Clint gave you a look that somehow managed to look grateful and exasperated all at once.

“Oh, and I totally get MVP this mission.”

“Is that a thing?” he replied dryly.

“It is now,” you said proudly, finally managing to catch your breath. Ignoring the pain throbbing in your arm, you held out the gun you’d stolen. “Ta-freakin’-da, Barton.”

***

“Lat—”

“What?”

Clint repeated himself louder, but his voice was still muffled by the wood of the door and the spray of the shower.

“What?”

You heard the shower door open and a few dull sounds before the bathroom door in front of you opened. Water dripped over Clint’s bare torso and soaked his hair, one hand clutching the towel slung around his waist. You watched him hesitate as he met your gaze, watched the adam’s apple in his throat bob. “Latveria.”

“Lat– Latveria?”

“This is starting to feel dangerously like a bit,” Clint said dryly, stepping back into the shower stall. You felt heat rise in your face as he closed the door and the towel was thrown up over the top of it. You stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment before closing the lid of the toilet and perching on the edge of it. “That’s where the weapons are being made.”

“And they’ve made it all the way out here?” you replied, swallowing as you tried to pointedly avoid staring at the shower. The stall was made of textured, frosted glass, and while it granted Clint modesty, you could still just make out his silhouette against the screen. His hands rose to scrub through his hair, his profile turned just barely away from you.

“They’re global,” Clint told you, raising his voice over the spray. “I heard reports of them turning up in New York back before… Fury had someone else working on it.”

“And we just happened to stumble onto them in a park in London?”

Clint’s hands lingered at the back of his neck. “They’ve been making bigger waves lately. Guess she’s been getting a little cockier since the Decimation wiped out half the authorities that could work their case.”

“‘She’?”

Clint’s hands moved down his chest to his stomach, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, face burning. Your thighs pressed together despite yourself. You knew your voice had broken slightly as you’d spoken that one word.

“Lucia von Bardas.”

The water shut off, and you straightened slightly, your hands threaded together in your lap. The towel disappeared into the stall. “Should I recognize the name?”

“Only if you’re trying to be familiar with Eastern European politics,” Clint told you, the shower stall opening after a moment. “She’s a pretty big name in Latverian political parties. She’s got interests in most of the big exporters coming out of that place, including Von Doom Industries. There’s been rumors of her dealing in some… less than legal businesses for a while now. Guess now we’ve actually got some proof.”

Clint stepped out; the towel tucked securely around his waist once more. He seemed to be avoiding your eye, wiping down the foggy mirror with his palm.

“And?”

“And what?”

“We’re going to take her out, right?”

You stood up, and Clint met your eye in the mirror. He sighed.

“That expression tells me you’ve already decided on the answer for us.”

***

“I’m starting to miss Stark’s money.” Clint sighed, settling back into the seat beside you.

“You’re the one who books these oh-so-deluxe travel arrangements,” you pointed out, attempting to find a comfortable position against the firm back of the bus seat. “You’d think with your super-ninja-spy-magic you’d be able to get us a fancier ride.”

“I’m not a ninja,” he told you patiently. “Or magic.”

“You’re a little magic.”

Clint shook his head with a smile; you were sure there was faint color on his cheeks as he dropped his head back against the headrest.

“So, how long exactly is this ride?”

He answered with his eyes closed. “…About two days.”

“Two days?!” you repeated, when you saw his smile grow slightly, you scowled. “I kinda hate you, you know.”

“I thought I was magic.”

“Magic and despised.”

He chuckled; eyes still closed. The bus pulled away from the curb, surprisingly empty. The sky outside was already dark, and the glow of the streetlights passed over the archer’s face. “We’re less likely to be recognized on the bus.”

“Curse you and your logic.”

Clint didn’t reply, and the two of you sat in silence for twenty minutes before you spoke again.

“It’s a little annoying how easily you can fall asleep.”

He smirked; eyes still stubbornly closed. “I’m not asleep.”

“…How about now?”

“Were you always this annoying on road trips?” he teased.

You laughed, closing your eyes too. “Oh, please. You’d be so bored without me.”

***

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep still lingering. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but the wide expanse of road ahead of the bus told you you’d left the city a long time again, as did the faint pink glow tainting the deep purple of the night sky. You shifted, brow furrowing as you felt the warmth pressed up against your side and the rough fabric against your cheek. A comfortable weight rested against the crown of your head, and you frowned against the fuzziness still clinging to your tired mind.

Your eyes finally cleared to settle on the color of Clint’s jacket, and you felt his breath fan softly against your hair. You’d fallen asleep, your head falling against his shoulder, and he’d apparently done the same. His cheek was pressed against your hair, his breathing steady and even. A smile touched your lips as you let the sensation of his chest rising and falling lull you back into rest, and you ignored the sensible part of your brain that was trying to remind you that you were supposed to maintaining your distance from him.

Your eyes fell to your lap as your eyelids began to droop, and warmth flared in your cheeks. Your hand was on your thigh, and Clint’s rested beside it, his fingertips settled on the back of your hand. Your skin was warm and tingled under his touch.

Had he… had he been holding your hand?

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I finished the new spooky month episode as well

This is your cue to go off on a rant if so desired twin

I wanna hear your thoughts because HOLY SHIT

ALMOST NOTHING HAS SPARKED EMOTIONS IN ME THE WAY THIS HAS IT FEELS SO GOOD TO FEEL AGAIN

I STILL SORTA HATE GREGOR BUT HE SAVED PATTY SO I'M LESS MAD

ALSO HOLY FUCK DEXTER'S PARENTS CONFIRMED Gregor's also a bitchass liar confirmed ahem

PATTY HAS FRECKLES THIS WOMAN IS BEAUTIFUL AND I AM NOT OK

PELO FUCKING LIED AGAIN KEVIN'S FRIEND IS RAD THE LYING FUCK

Patty's totally right she needs to carry a gun legally. Or she can just be like Ignacio and carry one illegally (tho that shows how much restraint this guy has like he had the option of shooting Skid and Pump the whole time ;w;)

John and the picture of his daughter I am not ok

DW LILA I'M CRYIN TOO

The fucking doctor's name is Mort I can't bro is BAD at his job

I can't with how Evermore and Gregor give old man yaoi vibes

Whoever made a habit of drawing Moloch with hooves, how does it feel to be right?

To quote crossie; HE IS THE FUCKING FURNACE (and that's an amazing design like holy shit?)

THE SPIDER IS FINALLY COMING INTO PLAY

Also seeing the inner workings of the cult has absolutely fascinated me!

And I love the playful relationship with Jaune and her husband

And seeing Ross and Robert openly helping and supporting Roy is just- my heart- aaaaaaaaaa

Anygay I may have downloaded the episode hehe :3c

#eun rants #sm #spooky month #sm 6 #spooky month 6 #spooky month spoilers #sm spoilers #sm 6 spoilers #spooky month 6 spoilers #hollow sorrows spoilers #spoilers

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weiwei-uplink · 4 months

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There's a bit in the Transformers comics where there used to be girl Cybertronians, but then they all slowly forgot that women existed because the entire species had a form of creeping memory loss

(because one of their gods shot another with an amnesia gun and caught the whole planet in the effect by accident, it makes a little more sense in context)

So as a quirk of population dynamics, there just...stopped being girl Cybertronians. Until they started encountering species that had genders and some Transformers got dysphoric and went "You know what, we literally build new bodies for ourselves, I'm going to remake myself as a woman, it feels right"

(Also there were lost colonies that had different population dynamics so THEY never forgot about girl robots existing, one of the major ones is almost entirely women and BOY was everyone surprised when they reestablished contact with Cybertron)

But also because the cast of characters they had to draw from is SO boy-heavy, the writers of the IDW comics just went "welp, gay is the norm on Cybertron, because we want to write romances too".

(Also, this one dude who is kind of fundamental to Transformers comics but is just weirdly uncomfortable with writing women, Simon Furman, put ONE girl Cybertronian in, Arcee... But had her being a woman specifically because a mad scientist turned her into one against her will)

(Later on they quietly retconned it as 'she was trans and dysphoric as hell and went to him for help, she wanted to be a woman but he also experimented on her, THAT'S why she hates his guts, she likes being a woman'. Also, they had her get together with this cute lady from a colony who turns into a flying car and it was adorable.)

(But also Arcee in that continuity is Galvatron's twin and was a warlord for literally millions of years so the first official trans Transformer is an incredibly badass violent ancient the color of spilled blood [energon] who carries around flaming swords and got to close the book on the whole comics continuity when the publisher ended that universe's story)

(The other two most notable trans Transformers are a doctor/thief who turns into a biplane and her tiny scrappy wife/accomplice who turns into a backpack)

first of all, yay infodumps in my inbox ^_^

second of all, holy shit i love her actual girlboss and i love that they just made them all gay

i want more violent trans robots like her and Justice

#weiweiposting

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pitbullwithaship · 3 months

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DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S4 EP8

Okay this is Silence in the Library and I've heard it's insane and weird and scary and maybesad(?) So. It's time

That's a cute little girl floating in midair

That's a gorgeous library, the kind I've always wanted to visit

Is this a psychoevaluation or something

Okay something is there

OMG ITS THE DOCTOR AND DONNA

I live jow they're just like oh hello tiny girl great day innit

I love books

That's a gorgeous library Jesus christ

Amazing

Yeah Donna spoilers tsk tsk

Ooh suspiciously empty

Sundays are pretty boring

Oh wow that's a large amount of living creatures

Silence

I love them just so much

That's a creepy person head egg face robot thing

Ah ominous message

COUNT THE SHADOWS HWHOT

Only kinda sorta lied

The shadows approach incredibly ominously and slowly

Oh they sped up

Yay Donna on the kick open

The little girl is a security camera then is that why they're interrogating her

It's dark

I hit myself on the head sometimes too, (the doctor is a neurodivergent icon)

Girlie

River Song!!!!!! I've heard of her!!

I like Archeologists they're nerds

The Doctor and Donna are icons

Maybe it's not irra- THATS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY

Vashta Nerada ooOooOoooOOooOooOooO

PRETTY BOY lol

Don't be a dick to the personal assistant girl

Okay so they're dickheads

THE DIARY

Aww poor River Song

THE PHONE AND THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE ALARM AND THE SECURITY SYSTEM AND-

Those are good drawings

Curiosity fucked with the timelines and killed a fair few cats

Weaponised books

I like the personal assistant girl she seems nice

Mr Lux don't be Mr Fucks

Assistant girl don't go wandering off

Yeah Lux pay attention

ASSISTANT GIRL BE CAREFUL IM SORRY I DONT KNOW YOUR NAME

This is creepy as hell

SCREAM NO

Oh shit oh damn oh shit that's terrifying oh shit oh dear

RIP Miss Evangelista

Oh that's really horrifying and sad

Speak Donna

Oh my God that's torturous

Aww Doctor trying to comfort her

THE REAL WORLD IS A LIE HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK ONLY HER

Donna why are you being weird

Aww River Song knows about her

Oh oh Donna

AIR PIRHANAS THATS SO COOL

Oh fuck oh fuck he's got two shadows that's fucking horrifying

Aww that's adorable she has a matching screwdriver

Tries to send her away

Actually sends her away

What! What! What! What! She screamed! What!

Oh shit it's in his suit

Okay he's dead

Oh shit his fucking skeleton is possessed

That's horrifying

SQUARENESS GUN WOW

SHE SAVED DONNA WHAT

OH FUCK OH FUCK DONNA IS THE EGG ROBOT THING THAT IS NOT IN ANY WAY BETTER

Oh poor Doctor oh poor Donna

OH FUCK A CLIFFHANGER I HATE THAT AND I DONT HAVE TIME TO WATCH MORE

#doctor who #liveblogging #david tennant #tenth doctor #donna noble #catherine tate #s4 ep8

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just-some-random-blogger · 10 months

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The Science Teacher & The Skeptic

Joel Miller x Science Teacher!Reader

Summary: "who cares about space when there's a fuckin apocalypse going on"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: crackfic, fem!reader, headcanons, joel 'im a contractor 🤠' miller, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: ok this is borne of out me geeking about about the film 'the beautician and the beast' to @sloanexx and she's actually the author im just ghost writing it so if you wanna p2 you're gonna have to take it with her. dont shoot the messenger im blue just for consistency HAHAHH in this Tagging: @multifandom-fangirl4 @pinksirensong @aralezinspace

she can be a teacher at the qz

HOLY SHIT

he meets her bc she teaches ellie ✌🏻

OMG

!!!!!! STOP IM GETTING EXCITED FOR IT NOW

[post chat me] THIS RAT FINNA TALK TO ME ABOUT A FIC SHES EXCITED ABOUT AND NOT WRITE IT COS SHES 'NOT A WRITER' BROS ALREADY A WRITER JUST BASED ON THAT

joel never went to college so he thinks she's like super cool for

knowing shit about space and stuff

but at the start he lowkey hates her bc he thinks she's a snob maybe???

idk

GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

GRILL

i do have saur many ideas-

[post chat me] YA DONT FUCKIN SAY 😪🙄🙄🙄

-for this tho like ellie loves her and comes home like

this teacher is so cool she knows so much abt space and stuff

bestie please write it

[post chat me] oh you sweet summer child shes not going to

and joels like who the fuck is this lady

BESTIE IM BEGGING

who cares about space when there's a fuckin apocalypse going on

joel is like you know what a real lesson is?

how to shoot a gun.

how to dress a wound.

not fucking stars and planets

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BESTIE DO IT PLEASE

and ellie's like k cool wtv im going to school now

DO IT PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU

AND THEN THEY MEET BC JOEL GETS MAD AT ONE OF HER HOMEWORK HAHAHAHAHAHAH

he sees her drawing constellations and he's like this is fucking bullshit

THE WAY I GASPED

im gonna talk to ur teacher bc this isn't survival

BESTIE YOURE ALREADY WRITING IT SO PLEASE DO IT FOR ME

NO I CANT

[post chat me] 🙄🙄🙄🙄

ok so he confronts her in school right

OMG AND THEN

and he's like i wanna talk to the teacher who gave this homework

spicy

[post chat me] honestly hes such a karen for that ????

and they meet and he's like

this isn't survival skills there's an apocalypse going on and u have her drawing stars like a 5 year old???

HAHAHAHAHAHAH

and she's like u fockin wot m8????

>😀

there wouldn't be an earth if there weren't any planets!!!!

how else would we know how oxygen is formed and how the tides turn to get water!!!!

you big dodo bird

survival isn't all guns and shooting bc if that's all it was the rest of the world would be alive rn!!!!

and he's like oh fok me she fights back

>😞

omg he creamed his pants

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

and he runs home with his tail between he's legs

and he opens one of ellie's space books

and he's like this shit cool

joel wrong sexy teacher right

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

im having so much fun just telling u

im smiling at my phone like an idiot

[post chat me] well you are an idiot 🤬🤬🤬

TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE FIC AND ILL COMPILE IT FOR YOU YOU LAZY BABY

HAHAHSJSHSHSHSH

what else is there to know

hmmm

he spends the night reading the space book and the next day he asks ellie like

umm hey can u teach me more about this space shit

OMG

and she's like no old man you wanna know more you go ask my teacher

ahHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IM SCREAMIN

and he's like .... i don't wanna bc im embarrassed but i also rly wanna know abt how the earth goes around the sun? bc that's cool

WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW

>😭😭😭😭

[post chat me] this modern day man doesnt know shit about the sun that so embarazzing are you not embarazzed the american school system has failed him so hard 💀💀💀💀💀

and he goes to the school and he waits for all the kids to leave bc he's embarrassed and he's like

so... the planets. they all turn around and shit? that's how we get night and day

and she's like yuh m8

KEEP GOING IM CRYING

and he's like um could you tell me more...

HES SO LOVELY

and she's like ok how about you come meet me for an hour every week after my class on wednesday

and he fucking treats that like church

waiT WAIT OMG

SHES LIKE

want to attend my class <3

we'd love to have you

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UPPP

DONT TELL ME HE SITS IN CLASS WITH THE KIDDOS

and ALL THE KIDS ARE LIKE HEY MR MILLER

HE WOULD NEVER HED SHOOT HIMSELF FIRST I THINK

THEN THEY SHOW HIM THE MACARONI STARS

[post chat me] there are two types of writers AHAHAHH

OK WAIT

MAYBE

NAURRRRRR

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

he lurks outside to listen and learn but

she catches him and is like um???

do u just want me to teach u bc all u had to do was ask

AWWWWWW

THEN HES LIKE IM A CONTRACTOR I CAN MAKE A WAYY BETTER SOLAR SYSTEM

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

u didn't have to like.. sit outside the class just to learn

>😭😭😭

FRRRR JUST TAKE A SEAT

he uses all his tools to make the best goddamn solar system

OMG HE FUCKING REDOES THE CLASSROOM AND MAKES IT SPACEY AND SHIT

and he shows it to her at their weekly session all proud

and she gives him a gold star sticker

places it on his jacket

DEAD

HE NEVER TAKES IT OFF

NEVER WASHES THE JACKET

ew stinky

HAHHAHHAH I LOVE IT

he preserves it

>😔

bc he doesn't want it to get ripped off

when he uses it our

*out

HAHAAH WHAT IF SHES LIKES *pinches nose* joel? is- is your washing machine broken 💔💔💔💔

HAHAHHAHAH

STOP

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

NOOOOOO

he'll shoot himself right there and then

AND THEN HE NEVER COMES BACK

HELLPPPP

walk to a clicker and beg it to bite

EW [HE] WOULDDDD

IM CRYINGGGGGGGG

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ELLIES LIKE HAHAHAHAH

if i was writing it i'd stop it at him doing up the classroom like u said

like some time after their weekly sessions he does that

and she's like

i think i like this dumb old man

OMG AND THEN

you cant stop thereeeeeeeeeee

BUT ITS PERFECT

LKASJHFKJASASF OK OK

Fin

[post chat me] ok ok bonus cos she still went on 🙄🙄🙄🙄`

it's the intrigue that makes it nice

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

p2 where joel comes for show and tell HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

ahhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THE SOUND THAT LEFT MY MOUTH

AND HES LIKE SO PROUD FOR BEATING 12 YEAR OLDS PLEASEEE ✋✋✋

IM A CONTRACTOR 🤠🤠🤠🤠

he fucking hates it and is miserable at first the whole time

but then he sees her supporting him so earnestly and then he's like oh shir i like it im gonna send these 12 year olds into the ground

make them eat dust

hELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

NAURRRRRRRRR

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weirdcat1213 · 10 months

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TRIGUN BOOKCLUB? MORE LIKE TRIGUN TRAUMA CLUB, AM I RIGHT :D

anyway

trimax volume 4 thoughts here we go oh boi oh boi :D

chap 1:

-hospital yuri you are so important to me you have no idea

-....countdown to what

-I LOVE THAT SCENE LMAO, boyfriend taking care of his boyfriend

-...why are the tomorrows appearing this early

-yey :D earth here we go

-whos giving vash that stupid tie i love him

-AH SHIT GET OUTTA HERE YO

-also aw :3 they are both creppy as hell :3 bros

-OH GODNESS THAT PANEL I FORGOT ABOUT THAT. ITS BASICALLY A CONVERSATION WITHOUT WORDS

-AW NO HES GOING BACK TO WORK MODE

-"i cried all day" ME MEMEMEMEMEME

chap 2:

-yeah bro kill them with the power of music >:D

-pure evil you say....interesting...

-anyway THE BASTARD IS HERE, GET HIM

-he has vash's smile what if jumped off the plane

-oh hes crazy i like it

-ok but...why does he have to be so cool....god damnit

-glad you have it clear

-legato you ARE SO DOWN BAD FOR KNIVES CMON MAN

-knives wins again the idgaf war lmaoooo

-thats what you get for bringing musical instruments to a knife fight

-MEANWHILE

-hey if you can keep secrets from vash i think its fair he keeps some stuff for himself too

-ah...yeah....i forgot about that.....why are you like this....

-i love the girls so much

chap 3:

-lmao they were just in the hospital

-YEAH MILLY TO THE RESCUEEEE

-BADASS MERYLLLL

-hey arent those the gloves she uses in stampede-

-OOOHHHH THEYRE HEREEEE

-wolfwood what if you shut up. like yeah you're right but. shut up. pls

-LIKE THOSE ARE HIS FRIENDS SIR CMONNNN

-PLS >:CCCCCC STOP

-"thats the tough part" yeah cuz they may not know everything but they KNOW YOU and that's everything for a lonely man such as yourself huh

-yooooo thats so interesting cuz imagine sealing your life like that and regretting all the killing and suffering you caused, sadly they have to pay for what they chose. nice karma if you ask me. and to make it even better nai (aka the mf with the god complex) is the one with the higher power to seal lives like that

-wait so like a swarm of bugs took meryl? this is one of the confusing volumes for me so help me here

chap 4:

-AW MILLY MY GIRLLLL :c

-WAIT WERE THE BUGS IN HER MOUTH??

-yeah exactly gauntlet, just kill the people responsible instead of by proxy, nice nice

-ah shit hes so mad

-AH SHIT

-and there he fucking goes out of the window, go get her my mna

-zazie pls dont say that...dont say that

-i love that the gun ho guns KNOW how to upset vash: by challenging him in a place full of people :D like this man has made his weakness so obvious yet he has survived so far

-"... no :]" i love her sm

-i like that she didnt have to prove herself (that's just sexist) BUT i would have liked my milly vs wolfwood combat

-oh that looks gorgeous actually

and....i remembered where are we going now :)

chap 5:

-you are a bullet you say? you mean it? (mcr reference I'm sorry)

-AH NOT HIS BRAIN DAMN

-MILLY CMONN GIRLLLLLL

-sadly, he kinda is

-i love him and his "coins? dont be silly I'm here for my friend" attitude

-hmmm i wonder why he gets the impression vash is enjoying the fight, is it because of his quick draw?

-yey context for meryl :D

chap 6:

-OH I LOVE THE TITLE PANEL DAMN THATS GOOD

-nooooo :c he looks so young and little

-hold up hes right whats with that face lmao

-yowza

-:c aw here we go

-and heres with the tone changes and DEAR GOD I'm sad now

-...gates you say.....-

-YEY THE REVEAL IS HERE WOOOOOOOOOOO :c

-wolfwood nooooooooooooooooooooo i remember i was so worried about this

chap 7:

-ok i fucking HATE HOW YOU CAN SEE GAUNTLET'S WORDS SHATTER HIS LITTLE HEART >:C

-well that panel fucking hurts

-LET HIM FINISH OMG STOP

-yeah you go babygirl >:3 get revenge

-also i deadass forgot vash wanted to kill him like holy fuck we should talk more about that. he really has more rage on him than any other version *so far*

-:c

-i get why but omg why, just why

-IS IT HER TIME???? IS SHE HERE??????

-WAIT THIS IS HOW THE VOLUME ENDS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DA HELL

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #im gonna hate the next chapter so much for reasons i wont say

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ariesbilly · 1 month

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The Duffers trying to peddle the whole found family, outcasts band together arc is so fucking funny to me because:

Nancy was never an outcast, they just gave her that shitty 'preppy popular girl gets moral angst so becomes a badass gun wielding apocalyptic grunge princess overnight' arc and then literally never showed her at school again so even if she did become an outcast, you actually never see it. In fact, we see multiple times beyond that that she's still very much considered the polite, proper, middle-upper class small town girl by any of her peers who aren't The Gang.

Barb. Chubby shy girl always in the preppy princess' shadow as the holy voice of reason, invited along as nothing but the moral support so Nancy can get laid. Dead. Dead and forgotten by literally everyone except her parents and used as a character device for Nancy (and by extension her romance with Steve.)

Steve is only technically an outcast by association. Sure, he has that fight with Tommy, but Tommy and the dude always kissing ass in Tommy's shadow are the only ones we ever see actually like. Treating Steve any differently, arcade manager dude aside (who just does not give a shit about anyone else anyway.) If the Duffers had actually properly shown Steve at school like Nancy we would've seen that while he might not have been as popular, he definitely wouldn't be sat alone in the corner. I mean come on he was in Scoops Ahoy and still getting flirted with. If you actually peeled him away from The Gang for like five minutes he'd be top of the food chain again.

The actual outcasts themselves pick and choose who is and isn't allowed in The Gang and will immediately turn on each other the moment one of them doesn't meet the standard, as we clearly saw with Lucas, who literally just got into sport and made a few friends on the team. They turn on each other constantly, weaponize their knowledge of each other as and when it suits them, and clearly have a classification of what is and isn't the 'right' kind of outcast. (coughBillyHargrovecough.) Which is exactly the behavior they resent the 'normies' for.

Apropos Billy. The Duffers literally said "its about outcasts and found family and coming together against monsters both human and not" and then also said "except for the traumatised queer-coded abuse victim. We very very clearly want you to know he is the most evil of evil out there and his sole purpose is to get beaten up and die." They decided Steve Harrington couldn't die so they made his evil gay clone. The literal only way they could think of to make Billy "bad" was to have him shout at Lucas and beat up Steve. They said "his ass is too big for him to live but we're gonna ride it for the entire PR train."

Speaking of queer-coded outcasts and dying. I know you hate Eddie Munsen, but he was basically the Queer Canary 2.0. The Duffers really said "anyone who would not be on a Home and Garden magazine cover must be shot on sight." Joe and Joseph started getting a lil too homerotic and the Duffers started loading up the gun.

And controversial but Robin. I love love love Robin but its really like the Duffers said "we have to keep one queer alive to avoid the homophobia allegations" and then after months at the drawing board they just shrugged and said "why don't we just copy-paste Steve but change the formatting to lesbian?"

And like. Its been shown that the moment all these so-called outcasts are separated, suddenly, they're not really that outcast anymore! They're all growing up, getting hobbies, making new friends, realizing that they don't have quite as much in common as they thought they did. Will and Dustin are the only two who kind of stay on the hem of that original format.

I'm not even going to talk about whatever the fuck that was with Eleven running away to some fever dream Murder Goths™ secret club. Not even the Duffers want to talk about it. It genuinely makes me think of the Twilight baseball scene. Its like you know the vision they had in mind when they thought it up but then its like they asked AI to create it.

Stranger Things is just the Duffers' Wattpad Mary Sue Y/N fanfiction.

Don’t you DARE disrespect the twilight baseball scene like this

No one in this life could ever convince me Eddie is queer like god himself could stand before me and I will tell him he is wrong

Billy being Steve’s evil gay clone is so real tho I’ll give you that

Um it’s 2024 are we all ready to admit the party is just the nerd boy version of the plastics? Are we ready to have that conversation? I’m ready to have that conversation

#briana answers things

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joyflameball · 2 years

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Okay I have never ever watched or played anything Half Life and everything I have ever seen about this game has been from you. Why is Benry a catboy in some drawings but not others? Is he really not catboy representation? Are there canon trans characters? /gen /lh

Okay so! HLVRAI isn't Half Life, there is a difference. Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware (or HLVRAI) is... A little hard to explain. It's basically like. A comedy series where the main character is in VR, the other characters are basically actors in Gmod fucking around, and they're VEEEERY loosely following the plot of Half Life (with major changes). Also it's the greatest thing you will ever watch in your life it's on YouTube go watch it it's comedy gold they wipe out the US military

Basically, the protagonist is Gordon Freeman, the "straight" man to the rest of the Science Team who are all fucking weirdos and I love them. You have Tommy, who drinks soda for lunch because it helps him see faster and has a drawer full of tictacs (he's the most normal one besides Gordon); Bubby, who was created in a tube and is a fucking asshole (affectionate); Dr Coomer, who's a bit of a glitchy tutorial character and honestly anything else I could say about Dr Coomer you have to experience for yourself holy fuck; and then you have Benrey. He's Benrey. I could try to describe Benrey but I think I'd fail. He's a gamer. He's an eldritch horror. He breaks laws regularly. He refuses to let the protagonist break the law. He's a fucking creature. He just wants to play video games. He's head over heels for the protagonist. He and the protagonist hate each others guts. He's in a love-hate relationship with Gordon meanwhile Gordon's in a hate-hate relationship with him. He won't let you do shit without your passport (and it's a major plot point). He was even autistic. What a guy lol

Be warned that if you do watch it, there's a lot of blood, guns are the main weapon, there are some NSFW jokes, and in Act 3 onwards there are themes of unreality and suicide (actually I wouldn't really call suicide a theme, it's just that one of the characters is canonically incredibly suicidal). If blood or guns are a squick or a trigger for you I'd recommend skipping out on the series as there is. A lot of that. There aren't many NSFW jokes in the whole series (and the ones there are personally make me a sex repulsed ace lose my fucking mind but that's just me), but they are still there, especially in the second half. And the unreality and sucide stuff only really comes up in Act 3 onwards.

(And to the sadness of all, Benrey is not a catboy. However the fandom collectively agrees that if one member of the Science Team had to be a catboy it'd be him so he's a catboy at heart)

As for trans rep, there are no canon trans characters (although everyone collectively agrees there's no way any of these fuckers are cis), BUT Dr Coomer's actress IS a trans woman, and take this one with a grain of salt but my good friend @dimonds456 told me that there's apparently a clip where in a game where she was chasing them around in a game with a sword and repeating "Gordon Freeman miku binder."

I have NO IDEA what the FUCK was going on, what the context was, what the fuck she meant, any of that shit but uh. Gordon might be canon trans. And use a miku binder. Do with this information what you will.

#cassie infodumps #hlvrai #asks #anon #gordon freeman #hlvrai gordon #tommy coolatta #bubby #dr coomer #benrey #suicide ment #sui mention #sui ment #please watch hlvrai

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poiverine · 1 year

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I'm right after reread of Nightwing 1996 and I crave some angst so Slade dealing with Dick's suicidal episodes?

holy shit anon

TW FOR SUICIDE ATTEMPT MENTIONS OFC

ok so I don't (for now) have anything I think I should draw here but. I have my thoughts on that. so - assuming we aready have some established or semi-established sladick here - I think it wouldn't be /that/ bad if slade saw everything dick was up to back then; risking his life, caring less about his health and body, jumping in front of guns and still playing hero. don't get me wrong - slade would be /furious/ probably, not only at dick (probably the least at dick, he knows how his little bird gets sometimes, how dark it gets in his poor little head) but also at bruce and bats?? and bludhaven?? at every single person who ever saw a kid in panties playing hero and thought it can't be that bad and every single on of them who also called themselves "heroes"?? at his friends because where the fuck are they?? maybe even at himself?? but no, it wouldn't be that bad; slade would know how to deal with it and he wouldn't be against trampling bat's bullshit under his shoe. he would find a way and words to make dick think about it at least. he can fight him if he wants it - he can even beat him to pulp if that's what he wishes for! slade's good with hands and with words and at the end of the day - he's good for his little bird who can cry and cry and cry in his arms until he's to exhausted to do anything else.

he's not good with the aftermath tho, he never was.

slade never took it well when he missed something, when time wasn't on his side. he hated being late and that's where his emotions overtook.

so all in all, I think slade would be absolutely at lost if he was ever the one to find dick in his own little apartment - or /their/ own less little (thank you, slade) apartemt - unresponsive on the floor with empty box that he knows should contain pills or in their bathtub, water already cold and red--

he wasn't too late, not this time, but something inside him...feels like he was. the thought alone that dick - his beautiful, bright, strong little bird, his ray of fucking sunshine in his god forsaken life - could go,,,like that. that this /kid/ always fighting nails and teeth could simply fade away, day by day - because now he sees it, it was days, weeks, months, dick was fading away on his eyes and he didn't want to notice, it never ever crossed his mind - day by day less of him until there's nothing more. and slade has no fucking idea how to deal with it anymore. he could fight him so easily if there was any fight left in him. now he feels like something in him is fading as well.

#i don't know just thoughts #anon question #sorry #no fanart this time #maybe later #sladick #angst #tw suicide

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jewpacabruhs · 2 years

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i was rlly rlly enjoying that it felt like s11-esque SP again which, my personal fav seasons are like s6-s12 n around there so i was having a blast and then that ending just. pulled down its pants and projectile-shit all over me. it wasnt bad ig it was just. gross which i mean i'd expect nothing less but. yeah idk this is my way of saying cartman nipples ruined a whole special for me. that being said tho that was. probs my fav special yet? ending aside gkfkf

cartman went back to his roots a bit and i LOVED it (pointing guns at people, correctly deducing a situation like a little genius but then drawing a wildly inaccurate conclusion about it like a little moron, I MISSED HIMM), he even bullied butters into helping him like the good ol days n the cartmanbutterstoken combo like christian rock hard made me SO happy theyre such a good trio. cartman w the two boys who call him by his first name... speaking of i love how token calls him eric even tho he hates him.

i love token sm actually he was so good in this special. hes been rlly good lately in general actually, the one good thing to come out of the weed plot has been the black family (...ahh...) getting more screentime and development. tokens highkey the stan of craig and those guys which rlly Makes the rival weed farm parallel bc theyre both just. the normal ass kids next door dealing w insane bullshit. i LOVED his compassion for the little. chuck chuck creature it reminded me of the goonies and it was cute. cartman scoffing in the background was funny but it was rlly sweet n did remind me a lot of goonies which. childhood nostalgia always good. also im a child and the thing squirt-shitting made me laugh KGFKFK toilet humor will always get me bc im a 8 yr old boy ig

it was cool to have an overarching villain again i do think SP handles narratives with like. Big Bads well? idk i never see it praised but i personally enjoy those plots and i liked how it was done here. tho this is a bit morbid, the, er, conclusion of pipi's story reminded me of that ummmmm verruckt incident in kansas (if u kno u kno; if u dont and u google, sorry) and it made me wince. im sure it wasnt intentional but my macabre lil mind drew the parallel n i cringed fff. but i enjoyed the rest of that story

and oh my goodness it was nice to see south park shit on celebrities again FKFKF like TRULY getting back to its roots. felt like classic sp mockery i loved it a ton

ummm what else. OH RANDY oh my lord. when he went back to normal i was like. holy hell i missed this. tht was nice to have back. modern randy can be plenty funny but he's overwhelmingly annoying and played out and the meta behind his plot made me wonder if m&t agree w that sentiment? ik they started using randy as a mouthpiece for themselves once they hit. 40 or 45 or whatever idk when it started but them acknowledging the weed shit was played out (when previous recent eps had had more of a "haha we know u hate the weed shit and WE DONT CARE LOL!!!" stance) was kewl. ik randy reverted by the end but im hoping maybe smth might carry over. and it was nice to see the marshes being. normal n supportive n smiling again. i dont rmr the last time i saw sharon smile ;( and the sacrifice stan made of letting randy do what he needed to do... he sounded so sad. he'd only jus got his dad back. man i luv stan hhh poor kiddo

the karen shit actually made me laugh i thought it was funny. i don't hav any deep thoughts on it it jus amused me

ummm anything else. oh the fucken. cartmans boobs fkfkf just the boob physics. the way they bounced i was so distracted by them FKDKFK that was cursed but also real af tbh

ok thats all goodbye til more sp content luvs

#sp spoilers #mine #txt

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rascheln · 2 years

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ST4 pt.2 thoughts under the cut! here’s my post from last month about pt.1

Brenner begging El to understand what he did was “for her” when all he did was torture and hurt her and her not giving him that understanding felt so incredibly good. I was worried they’d make his end this touching moment between them, but imo after all the shit he put her through, trying to actually save her for once (even if it was out of selfishness) was very cathartic.

both the orchestral additions to Running Up That Hill in pt1 and the remix for Separate Ways at the end of ep8 were *chefs kiss* incredible uses of songs while adapting them for the scenes they were used for. Like holy shit, amazing editing!!

jason is supposed to be attractive, but imo the only moments he looked hot were in ep8 when he looks kinda greasy and unhinged lol

the Russians having even more Upside Down shit desperately needs an explanation! where did they get the demodogs from!! the goddamn particles!!!! this doesn’t make sense!!! to be fair though, the whole Russia plot felt incredibly bloated. Loved Dimitri though.

Lucas and Max continue to be the cutest couple out of all the canon pairs tbh. Like, I genuinely don’t care for most of the romance in the show, but these two just have so much chemistry with each other and so much love for each other. Caleb absolutely knocked it out of the park in ep9.

i fucking knew Steve trying to get Nancy back would happen but i didn’t want it and i hate that it was so heartfelt and sweet???? The way Joe delivered that little speech about the camper van was just too charming, even though it was soo unnecessary. Nancy not saying anything later when he revealed that he imagined her at his side and then her just going back to Jonathan at the end was kinda hilarious tough.

Both Steve and Nancy defending the other when other ppl are dismissive of them warms my cold heart though. Please, I just want them to be friendly exes!!!!!

Steve’s little anecdote about him crawling backwards as a baby and then falling down the stairs and hitting his head puts another mark on the “the harringtons are shitty parents” tally. baby your head is more craced eggshell by this point!!!!

can we PLEASE stop with the guy speeches.though!! eddie got one jason got one mike got one even the camper story felt like a mini speech. im tired!!

ppl call Billy racist for threatening Lucas and shoving him around, so i hope everyone really fucking goes after jason bc on top of having to watch Lucas actually threatened by a white dude with a gun and almost beat and chokes to death felt borderline insensitive to, y’know. fuckign everything. same thing with that guy holding erica down.

here’s the thing: while i think it’s shitty writing for the show to leave out Billy being a victim of abuse and to simply get rid of Neil (because the writers would have actually have needed to deal with the abuser still being there), i do think Max gets to hate Billy for how he treated her. more importantly though, in the scene where she admits that she wanted him to die, she pretty obviously makes that speech to access the deepest pit of her depression and her lowest point emotionally to draw vecna in. and i don’t think that negates what she said at billy’s grave. i think she came to terms with these terrible feelings and she was forced to finally put into words both the good and the bad.

genuinely sad about the death flags for Eddie coming true. His guitar scene??? insane. that interaction Dustin had with the uncle at the end? heart wrenching

Max saying she doesn’t want to die while essentially dying in Lucas arms?? hellow??? WHO SAID THIS WAS OKAY :(((((( .

the way will essentially did a whole speech about how much he loves mike while also comforting El was so, so sad. and jonathan of course knew. imo they’ve been handling Will’s feelings really well with this situation. Like, he genuinely loves El and cares for her. He didn’t want her to lie to Mike. He probably encouraged her to make the hero diorama in the beginning of the season because he wanted her to make sth that would make her happy. but man, that whole situation must be so fucking painful. Really, really well acted imo.

To add to that, while I don’t necessarily care for who dates who, I very much love the way a lot of the relationship dynamics are portrayed in the show and I think this season really nailed that. Robin and Steve, Steve and Eddie, Dustin and Eddie, Max and her entourage of Dustin/Lucas/Steve, so many more!!

Jonathan taking Will aside to reassert how much he loves him was also a standout scene. There’s not much I have to say about Johnathan most of the time, but goddamn does their sibling relationship warm my heart.

Hawkins splitting into quarters was honestly an amazing culmination of vecna trying to get both dimensions connected. I had a feeling something like this would happen and I wonder if the upcoming season will lead to more of the public finding out about the Upside Down because it can’t be covered up anymore.

Some overall thoughts on the season: Some parts, especially Russia and the hatemob in Hawkins dragged on for way too long. It’s not a perfect season and for example Eddie dying was a truly shitty move- one they already did with Bob ffs!! Let the nerds have their hero moments!! Despite that, as I said last month, I think the tone and atmosphere, the mix of horror, mystery, humor and relationship dynamics was some of the best stuff I’ve seen since s1. It’s been an absolute blast watching this season tbh

#st4 spoiler #txt #alright time to go to bed haha #come into my askbox if you wanna talk about the season hehe

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gothsugarbunnidisco · 6 months

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Answer All of Them

Portrait of an American Family:

My Monkey: Preferred name or pseudonym?

kitty katastrophe-berkowitz

Dope Hat: Pronouns?

she/her/hers

Lunchbox: Birthday/Zodiac?

december 21st/teh one that’s a long word and starts with s!! i can’t spell it lmao

Get Your Gunn: How do you feel right now?

good, thank you!!

Cake and Sodomy: Something that makes you happy? (other than Manson)

gingerbread men!! they’re a long-standing hyperfixation/comfort thing for me

Smells Like Children:

Diary of a Dope Fiend: Do you have any addictions or obsessions? (does not have to be drugs, could be sweets, social media, a certain band ;), etc)

marilyn manson ahahah

I Put a Spell on You: What do you look for in a friend/partner?

for both a friend and a boyfriend, sweet and kind and someone who enjoys hanging out with me and who i enjoy hanging out with as well

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This): Biggest dream or goal you have?

i have quite a few!! being in a band, being a mom someday in teh far future, owning a parrot!!

Scabs, Guns, and Peanut Butter: Do you have any piercings or tattoos?

one ear (other ear has a rip in it and so it can’t be pierced), eyebrow piercing, septum piercing!l. more incoming

Shitty Chicken Gangbang: Something that pisses you off?

hmmm i’m not sure!! i’m not very angry usually

Antichrist Superstar:

Irresponsible Hate Anthem: What is something you are passionate about/would fight for?

ableism and disability accomodations

The Beautiful People: Talk about someone you love? (platonic, romantic, family, etc)

meh mommy!! she and i are extremely close <33

Antichrist Superstar: What do you like most about yourself?

i think i’m very loving and have a lot of love to give

The Reflecting God: Are you religious?

yeah, i definitely believe in god and heaven. i would consider myself catholic

Angel With the Scabbed Wings: Biggest fear? Or just a fear that you have?

dogs!!

Wormboy: Do you play any instruments or sing?

i sing and i’m trying to teach myself keyboard

Tourniquet: Ever broken any bones? Which ones and how?

nope!

Mechanical Animals:

Great Big White World: Any place you want to visit or your favorite place you have visited?

i’d like to go to new york city!!!

The Dope Show: Favorite movie/TV show/book?

fight club, pokémon anime, also fight club

Rock is Dead: How did you find Marilyn Manson and/or become a fan?

picked up a random cd at a store when i was 11, and it turned out to be gaog!!

I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me): Are you closed off to new people or more outgoing?

i’m super shy until you know me, and then i am Not lmao

Last Day on Earth: Do you have a bucket list? If so, what's on it?

i don’t exactly, but i just want to live life to teh fullest in general <33 there are things i want to do, certqinly

Coma White: Have you ever lost someone important to you?

yes.

Holy Wood:

The Love Song: Relationship status?

single

The Fight Song: Outlet of choice? (writing, exercise, social media, substances, etc)

music listening and drawing

Disposable Teens: What music did you listen to in your teens? Was it embarrassing?

i’m currently 17!

The Nobodies: What helps you feel better when you are depressed and/or lonely?

meh family

The Death Song: Thoughts on death? Do you fear it?

i do fear it and have anxiety about it sometimes, but i do believe in heaven which is a comfort

Burning Flag: Do you hold grudges?

i try not to!!

The Golden Age of Grotesque:

This is the New Shit: Define your music taste?

goth rock and metal are meh favorite genres!! i really like industrial and emo as well.

mOBSCENE: Where do you feel most at home?

meh house!

(S)aint: Do you think you're a good person?

i hope so!!!

EAT ME, DRINK ME:

If I Was Your Vampire: Favorite mythical/fantasy creature and/or cryptid/monster?

vampires, actually!!

Heart Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand): Describe your personal style?

mall goth <333

You and Me and the Devil Makes 3: Why do you love music?

it’s a medium of both comfort and expression for me

Putting Holes in Happiness: Biggest insecurity you have? (about yourself or otherwise)

ooh lol that’s a hard one! i have a lot of them unfortunately haha

EAT ME, DRINK ME: Favorite food and drink?

chicken sandwiches with pickles and nothing else, and monster energy drinks!!!

The High End of the Low:

Devour: What drains you, mentally or physically?

school

Arma-goddamn-motherfuckin-geddon: You're going to die tomorrow, what do you do today?

spend time with meh loved ones

Running to the Edge of the World: Something you wish you could leave behind?

meh trauma from being bullied

I Want To Kill You Like They Do In the Movies: Are you interested in serial killers or horror?

not serial killers in real life, NEVER anything true crime. but yes horror!!

Born Villain:

No Reflection: If you could change one thing about your appearance what would you choose?

more piercings without me having to set up teh appointments and wait and feel teh pain haha, just like magic instant piercings :PP

Pistol Whipped: Sexuality?

straight

Slo-Mo-Tion: Song you could have on repeat for hours? (Manson or otherwise)

spade by marilyn manson

You're so Vain: Last person you said "I love you" to?

meh daddy

The Pale Emperor:

Killing Strangers: Favorite Marilyn Manson album or era?

mechanical animals album wise, but era wise spooky kids

Deep Six: Is Marilyn Manson important to you for reasons other than being an amazing band?

yes <3

Third Day of a Seven Day Binge: Ever been to a Marilyn Manson concert before? How was it?

i have!!! twins of evil tour :3 it was awesomeeeee, so good!!!

The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles: Favorite music video?

long hard road out of hell!

Cupid Carries a Gun: What do you consider Manson's genre?

gothic industrial rock

Heaven Upside Down:

Tattooed in Reverse: Favorite song? + Favorite Marilyn song?

user-friendly + user-friendly ahahahah

SAY10: Most underrated song?

red in meh head

KILL4ME: Favorite member or member you most admire and why?

daisy berkowitz!! founding member who is very little acknowledged, seems like he was a total sweetheart by all accounts, extremely talented, adorable

Saturnalia: Are you attracted to any member (past or present) of Marilyn Manson?

literally so many of them 😭😭😭

JE$U$ CRI$I$: Which past member (if any) do you wish stayed in the band?

daisy berkowitz

Blood Honey: Most underrated/underappreciated member?

…also daisy berkowitz

You're so Vain: Last person you said «I love you" to?

meh daddy

Heaven Upside Down: Do you think Marilyn's a good person?

no.

Singles:

God's Gonna Cut You Down: Has his music gotten "worse" over time in your opinion?

nope!

WE ARE CHAOS: Did you like WE ARE CHAOS and/or thoughts on the new album?

i liked it very much!

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