#Run Yala Run
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raining cats and dogs ! [pt 2]
tokyo rev cats/dogs x gn! reader
summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in
warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff, just a smidge of angst, uhh takemichi and hinata get names!
[part one] [part two] [part three] ....
it's been exactly four days since you rescued the two stray cats from the pouring rain
they've made themselves pretty comfortable in your apartment. you made sure to give them a warm bath and take them to the vet the next day
it seemed you had two lover cats, one boy, and one girl
they were adorable! curly up next to each other, licking each other clean, and chasing each other around. they didn't give you much trouble either! they were just curious about what you like to do and follow you around your apartment
you were even blessed with one of them sleeping in your lap while you were working on your laptop, spoiler alert you didn't move and you were starving the entire hour..
but finally, it was time to name them, you have just been calling them 'hey you' or 'kitty'
you didn't want to get attached too quickly
but now they were part of the family! so it was naming time
right now you were sitting on your couch and the two muchkins were on your coffee table looking all cute and cuddly
you first looked at the yellowy-orange cat with stripes, you pointed at him
"your name is.... take' !" you said and the cat meowed while tilting his head to the side
you then focused on the brownish-pinkish cat, "and you are gonna be.. peachy!"
peachy meowed too and then hopped over to your lap and rubbed against your arm
you cooed at her actions and take' came over to nip at you for stealing his wife's attention from him and you giggled
"she's all yours buddy!" you gave a small laugh
you pulled out your phone from your pocket to check the time, "ahh.. gotta get ready!" you stood up and placed peachy next to take'
you stretched out your back and lifted your arms above your head-your shirt lifts up with your stretch- you started to walk towards your room and your cuties follow you, meowing all the way
opening your room door, peachy and take' quickly run inside and hop on your bed-peachy was making biscuits and take' was resting beside her
you pulled out your work clothes, it was a light blue shirt with the pet shops logo on the front and a pair of black pants
you pulled your home shirt off your body, and as you were pulling on your work clothes you heard a low hiss and a high squeak 'meow!'
looking over you saw peachy-who no longer was making biscuits-wack take' on the head and run away with take' following her
you giggled at their small fight "yeeeaah someone is gonna be sleeping on the couch tonight"
you walked up and down the isles of the pet shop, you were re-stocking some of the pet food and toys
humming a little tune and bopping your head to the soft music that was playing in the shop
"[name]! can you take out the leftover dog food?" one of your co-workers-yala-yelled from the other side of the pet shop
"sure!" you yelled back
you walked to the back of the store and into one of the storage rooms and collected the trash bag with the old dog food inside
when you opened the door that led out to an ally way with garbage dumps
you froze
there were tons of cats.. and a couple of dogs
all of the strays turned to look at you, many of them gave you- mean looks?
yeah, they didn't seem happy to see you, one of the cats looked high.. it had a blond patch of fur on its head but the rest of its fur was black... and it had a pricing? ok that's enough
you gave an awkward smile and just put the bag next to the stairs, you were gonna take the trash out later...
then you noticed a big black cat on top of a smaller cat beating the absolute shit out of it, poor thing, you wanted to help the smaller cat but a hiss made you rethink your decision. whatever those cats were doing wasn't your problem...
where you scared? psshhh.. no..
before you shut the door you heard a loud hiss and that made you shut the door quicker
god knows if you'll be next like that smaller cat.. cats can be pretty mean
you blew out a breath and made it back into the shop, you whined to your co-worker about the mean scary cats outside
it's been days since your encounter with the... gang of cats?
you were in your brother's neighborhood riding on a motorcycle-yes you had one, well more like it was your brothers- you stopped by a car dump because you noticed a large population of cats and a small number of dogs leaving the car dump area
"what the?.."
you remembered the people who talked about cats who would 'fight' in the car dump, they even had names for each gang of cats, but you don't remember any of the names
hoping off your bike you made your way to the entrance of the car dump, and that's where you heard it
a loud but sad cry of a cat
you sped up your walk-avoiding stepping on any of the cats that made their way out-you saw the exact same cat from days ago, the one that was getting beaten up, it was leaning over the bigger cat and crying into its fur
"holy crap!" you yelled, this got the attention of the other strays in the area
"holy crap!" a foreign voice yelled out
chifuyu looked up and saw a woman standing there, a shocked expression on her their
"chifuyu...whos that?..." baji coughed out, chifuyu snapped his head towards baji "don't worry! I won't let them hurt you!"
but he didn't notice how the person already made their way quickly over to them
"chifuyu!"
"look out!"
"baji!!"
"hey!"
before chifuyu could do anything the person carefully grabbed baji and ran off and out of the garbage dump
"baji!" yelled out chifuyu, no no! he couldn't lose him too! he lost takemichi, he couldn't lose baji!
chifuyu ran after the catnapper but he was too late the catnapper was already on their bike and driving off, he raced after the bike but he wasn't fast enough and lost sight of the motorcycle
"baji!!!" chifuyu screamed, he then tripped over his own paws and fell face-first into the ground, he sobbed quietly, he put his paws over his face to hide his shame
"chifuyu?" mikey said, chifuyu didn't move
"chifuyu!" draken yelled, this got chifuyu to sit up but hang his head low
"baji is gonna be alright.. whoever that was, is trying to help" mitsuya uttered, chifuyu didn't answer
they didn't know that the catnapper was going to be a very dear friend in the future
cuties <3
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Jane was late, and the hour was already very late. Maura was a little nervous about being at a bar alone, but even as she fidgeted another woman approached her, taking in her outfit with the kind of admiration it truly deserved.
"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" she asked coquettishly, and Maura chuckled.
"I could ask the same of you," Maura demurred. The other woman's outfit was stylish, classic and fashionable. She was tall and gorgeous, a soft smile and strong cheekbones. The dress for her perfectly; it was a Verger which Maura had regretfully decided not to purchase since she wasn't the right height to do it justice. It looked perfect on her. Maura looked her over with approval.
"Doctor Paula Rubenstein," the other woman introduced herself. Maura took the offered hand, realising she'd been looking too long, but Paula merely looked amused.
"Doctor Maura Isles," she countered, seeing the other woman's eyebrows raise.
"I thought you looked familiar."
"Have we met before?" Maura asked, worrying that she'd accidentally snubbed someone she'd already met.
"Trust me, I'd have remembered." Her voice was low and husky, but not as deep as Jane's. The hand that remained in hers was warm and friendly, and there was a pleasant thumb running over her knuckles. "No, I mean from the news. There was that serial killer." She shuddered. "You must be very brave to do that kind of work."
"She doesn't need to be brave, she has me," Jane snarled from somewhere over Maura's shoulders. Maura leaned back a little and felt the reassuring press of Jane's chest against her back, Jane's hand finding her waist and pulling Maura back into the safety of Jane's arms.
"Ah, Detective Rizzoli. Who could forget." Paula released Maura's hand and offered her own to Jane, who eyed it like she'd been offered a fish left in the sun for days.
"We've met?" Jane eyed the other woman warily, and Maura was confused by Jane's hostility to someone she didn't even know. Jane's gaze was focused on Paula's face, and the warmth of Jane against Maura's back almost made her forget to care how rude Jane was being.
"Briefly. You arrested one of my patients."
"One of your patients killed a bunch of people," Jane countered, and Maura was confused as well as dismayed. She'd been getting along so well with another woman, which was rare for her. Why was Jane acting like this?
"Perhaps I'll see you later," Paula said, directing that only to Maura, returning the rudeness Jane had offered. The event started and Jane sighed near Maura's ear.
Maura wanted to ask what was wrong, but the fundraiser had started so she just leaned against Jane, enjoying the solid warmth of her.
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Jane ducked out to the washroom after the speeches were over and Paula came over, full of compliments and approving eyes over Maura's outfit. Maura had chosen to wear the Yalas she'd had for a while because Jane liked Maura in that shade of green, and she'd worn kitten heels in the same shade with a purse to match.
"Would you like to come home with me?" Paula asked with a smirk when Jane came back, and Maura smiled pleasantly at her.
"Oh! No, thank you. I have a perfectly good home of my own."
Having understood completely, Maura beamed at Paula until she finally walked away, looking eminently confused
"Maura, she was flirting with you," Jane groaned.
"Oh really? Oh. She wanted to take me home with her for sex? Sex with me? Of course. Do you think she's gone far?"
"She's gone too far," Jane snarled. When Maura peered at the doorway Jane growled and held her. "Besides, you're coming home with me."
"For sex?" Maura asked hopefully, enjoying the frustrated little whine Jane gave her.
"No, for - ugh, Maura. For... you know. A beer. Walk the dog. Dinner, since they're only handing out candy corn."
"It's for a good cause," Maura said with a straight face. "Okay, take me home with you, even though I have a perfectly good home of my own."
She saw Jane roll her eyes, but she also saw Jane blush, and she chuckled lowly to herself.
(Five times Maura didn't notice women flirting with her, and one time she did - stay tuned)
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the fuckin. star trek ocs!!!!!! their story is set in 2389, on the joint civilian and starfleet run starship the U.S.S. hudson (probably oberth class, not 100% sure yet). can u tell i'm obsessed with making weird sapphic ocs lol
more doodles below the cut!
rangi and taz. they don't get along well at first... well, more like taz doesn't get along with rangi and rangi just thinks it's funny, lol
kerrek and her bajoran mum, olam! kerrek was very clingy and anxious as a child due to the trauma she'd experienced, but olam was always there for her. even now that kerrek is grown up, they're still very close. also to be clear, i draw bajorans with a mane thingy but ik olam's kinda looks like a beard. it's not but also if it was a beard that would be cool as fuck anyways so,
stupid little comic inspired by that one meme of the guys dog seeing him smoking weed. idk. yala likes to experiment with Substances bc things get boring as fuck on the hudson sometimes for her. kerrek doesn't actually care btw she isn't gonna tell anyone
kerrek doodles. my autism creature
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Birch (Part 3)
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Female Human/Male Centaur
Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Centaur, Semi-Verbal Reader, Reader Insert, Semi-Verbal Autism, Size Difference
Content Warnings: Social Communication Disorder, Verbal Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Size Difference, Sex, Oral Sex, Violence
Words: 6441
The reader becomes depressed after seeing Birch with a lover, only to be confronted and attacked by the lover the very next day. Please reblog and leave feedback!
The Traveler's Masterlist
Why couldn’t you have just ignored it? Why couldn’t you have just turned around and gone back into the house? At least that way, things wouldn’t be awkward between you and Birch. If you had just controlled yourself, nothing would have changed. But now Birch knew, and things couldn’t go back to the way they were.
You didn’t go down to dinner that night, instead lying in bed for the rest of the evening. Yala came in to ask you what was wrong and if you were alright, though she seemed to know it had something to do with Birch, given his demeanor. According to her, Birch had sent her to ask if you would talk with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
By morning, though, you were forced to go out, in need of the privy, which was out behind the tanning shed. After you were finished, you came back through the barn, since it was the most direct path back to the house, grateful that the harvest had started and the entire family was out in the fields, so you didn’t run the risk of stumbling into Birch.
You were stopped when you saw Birch’s stall door open. Ordinarily, Birch kept his door closed to keep his smallest family members out of it. Despite your curiosity, you closed the door without glancing inside. You’d already messed everything up, so you didn’t want to make things worse by snooping through his things.
“I bet you think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”
You spun and saw Layla in the doorway of the barn, leaning on the frame with her arms crossed. Her face was flat and expressionless, but the look in her eyes was incredibly threatening. Her hostile demeanor immediately put you on edge, and you backed into the wall, pulling your arms up around your torso instinctively.
“How’d you do it?” She asked, propelling herself off of the frame and walking toward you at a leisurely pace. “I’ve been one of Birch’s lovers for years, and I know him pretty well. He never turns down a good lay, and he never shows favoritism for any woman. No girl has ever pinned him down in all the time I’ve known him, and believe me, plenty have tried.” She approached you, getting in your personal space. “So how’d you do it? How did you break him? Tell me; I’d love to learn how you managed that.”
You shook your head, frantically.
“Oh, you don’t know?” She asked, her voice rising. “You don’t know why he didn't come visit me last night? Why he broke up with me out of the blue this morning and said we couldn’t be lovers anymore? You really don’t fucking know?”
Your breathing stuttered in your chest as you continued to shake your head, desperate to retreat.
“Did you get mad seeing him with me, is that it? Did you get jealous? Did you cry and yell and tell him he had to choose between me and you? Is that what you did?”
You shrank against the wall, unable to speak or sign or do anything at all besides shake.
“Say something, you conniving bitch!” She brought up her hand and slapped you hard in the face, her long nails catching on your skin and ripping it open. You gasped and cried out, covering your head with your arms, and she hit you again, swearing at you.
“Layla!”
You looked up and saw Birch flying into the door, grabbing Layla by the collar and throwing her away from you, placing himself between you and her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“You dumped me for her?!” Layla said, scrambling up from the ground and gesturing at you violently. “That’s what you’re into? I wish I’d known that before, I’d have pretended to be an ugly, witless cunt, too!”
“Layla, I think you need to get your things together and leave the farm this instant,” Birch said, his voice shaking in rage.
“Are you serious?” Layla said, incredulous. “Are your parents going to be okay with that? You’re allowed to kick people out of the farm without consulting them? We’ve been coming here for years, and all of a sudden, that’s it, just because of her? How good must that pussy be if you’re kicking me out over her?”
“Layla. Get. Your shit. And leave!”
Layla spit at Birch’s feet and stomped out of the barn.
Birch turned to you and folded his legs underneath him, trying to pry your hands away from your face.
“Let me see, sweetheart. Let me look.”
You were sobbing loudly and hyperventilating, in the grip of an overwhelming, howling panic. You’d never been attacked like that before and it sent you into a hysteria that you couldn’t control or snap out of.
“Oh, god, you’re bleeding,” He said, turning your head gently to see. “Shit, I don’t have a cloth with me.” He let go of your face and pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
Luckily, Yala walked into the barn at that moment. “Why’s Layla packing to leave all of a--oh, my god, what the hell happened?”
“Layla attacked her,” Birch said, pulling away and gingerly leading you into Yala’s arms. “She must have caught her face with her nails, she nearly split the corner of her mouth.”
“Why would she do that?” Yala said, trying her best to calm you down, but you were beyond ration and unable to stop wailing.
“I broke up with her,” Birch said tersely. “She seemed fine with it when I broke it off last night. I didn’t expect her to do something like this.”
Yala looked surprised and opened her mouth to speak, except that the sound of your screaming had brought the rest of the family running in from the fields to investigate. Ryel and Declan waded through the crowd of family and came toward you immediately.
“Birch, what the hell happened?” Ryel asked with a frown.
“I’ll explain everything in a moment, but we need to get her into the house and treated.”
“I agree,” Declan said. “I hope she doesn’t need stitches, the wounds look deep.”
"Everyone clear out, get back to the fields,” Ryel ordered them. “The work doesn’t stop for cat fights.”
Obediently, everyone except for Yala, Birch, Ryel, and Declan went back to work. Yala and Ryel had to help you into the house, since your legs refused to work, and took you to the semi-enclosed wet room near the back door. Declan sat on the ground and opened his wings, and Ryel helped you settle into his lap. He wrapped his large, leathery wings around you tightly as Yala began to tend to the cuts on your face. Ryel went out to speak with Birch and Layla.
Being tightly enveloped in the warmth of Declan’s body, and the softness of both his fur and skin, helped calm you down. After a few moments, you stopped sobbing audibly, though tears were still spilling out of your eyes and you were having difficulty regulating your breathing.
Thankfully, you didn’t need stitches, but Yala put together a compress of medicinal herbs in a cloth and told you to hold it to your face for a while to calm the swelling and inflamation. You obeyed, and Declan kept you in his embrace until Yala took the cloth back and spread a thick poultice made of clove, onion, ginger, and honey over the wounds to help them close up.
“Is she alright?” Birch asked anxiously, coming into the house but keeping his distance.
“She’ll be fine,” Yala said. “What’s going on with Layla?”
“Layla is banned from the farm and she must leave immediately, but her caravan can still stay,” Ryel said, coming close to you to inspect your face. “Violence against anyone on the farm is prohibited, and anyone who commits it gets the boot for life. This farm is supposed to be a safe haven, so we have no tolerance for this kind of thing. It doesn’t help Layla’s case that she’s not showing any signs of remorse for what she’s done; she keeps insisting you provoked her, though how you managed that when you can barely speak is beyond me. Are you alright, child?”
You nodded, though you were still trembling.
“Mama,” Birch said. “I know harvest is going on, but can I have an hour to myself? I want to apologize to Hazel and… talk about some things.”
Ryel nodded reluctantly. “One hour, not a minute more.”
“Yes, Mama,” Birch said. He came closer and held out his hand. “I’d like to show you something, if that’s alright with you?”
You hesitated but nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you out of the house. He took you to his room and opened the stall door, stepping inside. You stayed outside while he opened a drawer and rummaged through it. He came back out and asked you to sit on one of the benches, kneeling down and laying his horse body flat against the ground in front of you.
“I’ve never shown anyone this before,” He said, and he handed you a very small, thin, rectangular piece of metal with a three-digit number stamped into it. “And I’ve never talked about it. Not since I left. Well, since we left. Me and Yew.”
“What is it?” You signed.
“It’s a cattle identification tag,” He said, sighing heavily. “It’s mine.”
You looked up at him, startled. He leaned forward and showed you his left ear. There was a thin, faint scar on the lower portion of the earlobe, as though something like an earring had been pulled from the skin and it had healed closed.
“Yew and I,” He started slowly. “Grew up in a different country, one that doesn’t consider people like centaurs actual people. They see us more like livestock. It doesn’t matter if we can think and speak: if we aren’t human, we’re animals, as far as they’re concerned. As a result, centaur cattle ranches were perfectly legal. Yew and I were born slaves to one of those ranches. We were given numbers, not names. And since the foals are separated from their mother at birth and raised in a different part of the ranch, I have no idea who my parents are. Not that they’d want to know me, I’m sure, since breeding is decided by the owners and not the centaurs. Neither the males nor the females have any say when it comes to that.”
You were horrified by his tale and listened with your mouth open.
“One night when I was thirteen, one of the ranch hands got drunk and passed out in our stable,” He said. “He had keys, but they were too far away for me to reach. Somehow, I managed to get my upper half out of the locked stall door without waking the ranch hand up and got the keys, and I got out. Yew was in the stall next to mine, so I freed him too, but as I went to open more of the stalls, the ranch hand began to wake up, so Yew and I made a dash for it.
“We were terrified, and we ran as fast as we could, but it was the first time we’d been off the ranch and we didn’t know where to go. We ran for hours, and eventually we reached the coastline. We were near a port, I think, but we were scared that if anyone caught us, they would send us back to the ranch. We found a cave and stayed there for a day, and when we came out, we realized that we could see an island out on the horizon. We thought we could make it, so the next day, we started swimming to it. It took hours, and we were starving and exhausted by the time we got there, but we found a race of bird people there. They said that they’d call a boat for us to get to this country. We were scared, but they told us that centaurs were considered people here, and we had no choice but to trust their word, since we couldn’t stay there and we couldn’t go back.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing.
“When we got to the mainland of this country, we were still terrified, but… no one captured us. No one took us into custody or made us work. We learned that we could earn money and live on our own, and no one could stop us.” He laughed a little self-consciously. “I… I went a little crazy, those first few years: drinking, smoking, gambling, girls. Whatever I wanted. Yew was still young, only about seven, and he still needed taking care of, but for a while, I didn’t care about that. I didn’t want any responsibility. I didn’t want to be tied down or have to take charge of anything or take on any sort of burden. Yew came with me everywhere I went because I was the only person he knew, but I wanted freedom. I… regret neglecting him in those days. We likely aren’t blood related, but I was the closest thing he’d ever had to a brother, even if it was only because our stalls were right next to each other.
“Then I found the farm. We found Declan and Ryel and their little family, and they offered to let us stay permanently. We didn’t tell them anything about where we came from, but we still had the tags on our ears, so I think they assumed. At first when we got here, I was only thinking about off-loading Yew and being on my way, but watching the family together… I realized… how good having a family would feel. How nice it would be to have someone who worried for you and loved you. And… I wanted that. So, I decided to stay here with them. Declan and Ryel became my parents, and I had siblings. More siblings.” He took the tag from you and turned it over and over in his hands. “When we decided to stay, I asked Ryel to help me take this off, and she did. I don’t even really know why I kept it, but it seemed important to do so. Then she gave us names. Well, she had originally named me Yew and Yew Birch, but we didn’t like them, so we swapped.” He laughed. “Deciding to stay here was the best decision I’ve ever made. I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
You were silent for a moment, reflecting on what he’d just told you, but then signed the words “Why”, “Speak”, and “Me.” Why are you telling me this?
“I told you before that I’ve never told anyone this, and I meant it. None of my girlfriends know about this. I haven’t even talked to Declan and Ryel about it. This tag has been in that drawer since Ryel removed it for me, and I locked that past in the drawer with it. I’m telling you this… because I want you to know that I trust you, and I want you to trust me, too. If you don’t believe anything else, I want you to believe that, at least. You’re special to me.” He took your hand in his and placed the tag in your palm. “This isn’t the right moment to discuss it, but later, when we have more time and more privacy, I want to tell you exactly what I mean by that. Is that alright?”
You nodded. You attempted to give the tag back to him, but he shook his head.
“You keep that for now,” He said. “Consider it… a promise.”
Swallowing thickly, you closed your hand around the tag and nodded understanding.
Harvest went on for another few weeks, and both you and Birch were so busy pulling in, preserving, and canning batch after batch of produce that you barely had time to form a coherent thought, much less approach the discussion Birch had promised you.
Finally, just as a real chill threatened to set in, the family decided to take a family bath in the river. According to Yala, the family did a group grooming of each other, washing fur and clipping claws, around once a month. You were invited to this event, but as much as you liked the family, bathing with them was just a little bit more than you could handle.
Layla’s caravan had left only a few days after she had been exiled, though Declan was careful to make sure they knew they were allowed back even if she wasn’t. As such, you were the only one in the farm at that moment, so you spent the time embroidering some handkerchiefs to give out as gifts, when you suddenly heard Birch’s voice downstairs.
“Hazel, can you help me?” He called plaintively from the bottom of the stairs. “I managed to cut my hand on a rock and it’s bleeding quite freely. Do you have some spare cloth up there you don’t mind throwing away?”
You jumped up and grabbed any cloth in your reach, regardless of the type, and dashed downstairs. He had been right, the cut on his palm was pretty large and dripping blood on the wooden floors.
“Yala keeps her poultices in that cabinet, there,” He said, pointing at a cupboard. “The honey poultice is in the green jar.”
You went to fetch it and took him outside, where there was more light, and had him lay his body on the ground so that you could treat his hand while you sat on the porch. Even with him sitting several feet lower than you, he was still taller.
You cleaned his hand and slowly applied the poultice, and while you had your head down, focusing on your task, you could feel Birch’s eyes on you. He was so close that his breath was fluttering in the hair on the top of your head. You could feel the warmth of his body wafting over you. Your heart began to race as his other hand came up to play with a tendril of your hair.
“If you don’t want me to, you can pull away,” He said softly, his face very close to yours. “It won’t hurt my feelings. Well, maybe it will, but you don’t have to put up with me if you don’t want to.” He lifted your hair to his nose and inhaled. “You always smell so nice.”
You gulped, but you didn’t pull away, continuing to wrap his hand. His free fingers released the strands of hair and moved to your face, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. You stayed put. He ran his thumb across your bottom lips. You began to shake and your breathing stuttered, but you didn’t stop him.
“You can pull away,” He repeated softly. “You don’t have to let me do this.”
You were breathing shallowly, struggling to find the courage to speak, but couldn’t. Instead, you forced yourself to look at him full in the face for the first time, making direct eye contact. You couldn’t maintain it for more than a few seconds and your gaze returned to his collarbone, but it was enough to get your point across. Gods, his eyes were lovely.
He leaned forward and kissed you. It was light and sweet and told you that you could break it if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to. You had never hoped he would ever feel anything for you, much less want to kiss you like this. You still felt anxious, but you also felt warm and… happy.
He stopped abruptly, closing his eyes and grimacing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry, Hazel.”
Tears immediately pricked your eyes and your face fell. Of course. Of course. He didn’t really feel anything for you, you were just there. You were convenient. At least he was kind enough to stop before it got too far. But still, you wanted him to feel something for you. You wanted that kiss to be real.
He heard you crying and held your face gently in his hands. “No, no, Hazel, it’s not because of you, I swear! Honestly, I’ve… I’ve liked you since the day I met you. No, longer than that, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you by suddenly showering you with attention you may not have wanted. I may play around and flirt, but the gods’ honest truth is that I care very much about you. You’re a wonderful, sweet, beautiful person and I’d be lucky to have you.”
You cried harder in confusion and covered your face in humiliation. He pulled your hands away, holding them against his chest, and sighed unhappily, though he didn’t insist you look at him.
“You know, I… I had seen you in town before,” He admitted. “You were one of the only women who didn’t rush up to talk to me when I was there, one of the few who didn’t flirt with me or go out of their way to catch my eye. I know it seems counterintuitive, but it made me take notice of you, and it wasn’t long before I was looking for you every time I went to town. I thought maybe you didn’t like men, or were prejudiced against non-humans or something, but sometimes I’d catch you looking at me, and I wondered. I was curious, but you didn’t seem to want to talk, so I kept my distance. That was before I knew about your communication troubles, of course. I wanted to approach you and get to know you, but I was a little… intimidated by you, I guess.”
You looked at him in surprise, pointed at yourself and mouthed, Me?
He laughed and touched your nose with the tip of his pointer finger. “Yes, you. When you came up to me that day in the tavern, I was really happy.” He laughed at himself. “And then I immediately ruined it by being too much of a flirt, like an idiot.” His smile faded, and you thought his expressions reflected shame. “Do you know why I sleep around and have a lot of girlfriends, but I’ve never been serious in settling down with any of them?”
You shook your head. You’d definitely been curious, but you’d never have been able to ask.
He sighed, his neck and chest flushed, as if embarrassed. “I’ve only ever dated bipedal women because there aren’t many quadrupedal ones in the country. We’re sort of unusual in this region, I guess. And because of that…” He looked away shyly. “I… I can’t see them when I’m being… intimate… with them. They’re all much smaller than I am, even the big ones like orcs, and they’re… underneath me… when I make love to them, so I can’t see them. I can’t kiss them or touch them or see their faces. I can’t tell if they’re enjoying it or if I’m hurting them, and if I keep asking them, they get annoyed. And… the problem is, a lot of the girls I’ve dated… they like that. They don’t necessarily think of me as a person to be with, they just want me to…” He grimaced. “Mount them. They actually say that to my face, like it’s sexy or appealing. Gods, I fucking hate that word; it makes me feel like an animal.”
You squeezed his hands in sympathy.
He scoffed in self-disgust. “I feel like such an asshole saying this, but they don’t seem like real people to me. It’s… like… I’m just using them to pleasure myself, like a toy, and not really having sex with another person. I can’t feel any sort of connection with them because in my mind, they’re not really there.” He looked at you sadly. “I like you, Hazel. I really, really like you, but… I don’t want to feel like that with you. I don’t want to have my way with your body without feeling any connection to it, to you. You’re more important to me than that.” He pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “I want you so badly, but I don’t want to use you, and I don’t want you to feel like you’re being used, either.”
Gently and with much trepidation, you put your arms around his shoulders and hugged him. He wasted no time in wrapping you up in his own arms and holding you tightly against him, laying his forehead on your shoulder and inhaling deeply.
“I didn’t know you had feelings for me until I saw you after flirting with Layla,” He said, muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “I saw… that… you were hurt… and I realized. If I had known sooner… I would have made it clear to Layla as soon as she arrived that… my heart belonged to someone else.”
Your heart leapt in your chest. Was he serious? You? Out of everyone he could have had, he was choosing you ?
“Even still… even if I don’t make love to you, I could…” He said slowly, swallowing hard. “I could… make you feel good. I'd really like to do that. If you want me to.”
You were still trembling against him, and your grip tightened.
“Okay,” You whispered.
He got up to his feet and took your hand. “Come on,” He said, taking you to the barn and to his room stall, closing and barring the door behind you. He turned to a table that had some books and knick-knacks on it and moved them off to a shelf. He picked up a couple of pillows from his leaning-bed and arranged them on the table, then he held out his hand for you. You were shaking like a leaf, but you took it. He lifted you up effortlessly, even with his injured palm, and sat you down on the cushion. He came close, kissing you, opening your legs and standing between them.
You had no experience with this at all, but you enjoyed it immensely. He bit your lower lip to open your mouth and teased your tongue with his. He reached down and touched your slit over your undergarments and you gasped against his mouth.
“I can stop,” He said breathlessly. “I know you’re anxious. I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready.”
You shook your head, making a sign that you were alright and to continue.
“Alright, but smack me upside the head if you want to stop,” He said, grinning. You smiled and laughed softly. He carefully pulled your undergarments off and let them fall to the ground. He reached under your skirts again and touched you directly, his fingers gently stroking you in circles. You reclined back on the pillows and tried to keep your voice down. It was the first time in your entire life you really wanted to make noise.
He leaned over you and continued to kiss you, hungry and desperate, his right back leg kicking frantically. You knew he had to have been aroused as well, and wondered if it was hard for him to restrain himself.
He pressed one of his long fingers inside you, and you squealed unintentionally.
“Does it hurt?” He asked. “Should I stop?”
You shook your head frantically, clinging to him. He kissed your lips, cheek, neck, and downward, kneeling in front of you and lifting your skirts all the way up, exposing you to the open air. He continued kissing the inside of your thighs softly, working his way inside toward the apex of your legs. You were very anxious and unsure of what to do, but you wanted to know what was going to come next. It was the first time your anxiety didn’t prevent you from taking that next step forward for fear of not knowing.
He pressed his tongue against you, teasing the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, pushing his finger in and out as he licked and sucked, and you gripped the edge of the table, shivering with the waves of pleasure you felt. You squeaked and moaned softly, worried about being too loud.
“Everyone is at the river, sweetheart,” He said, laughter in his voice. “You can make all the noise you like.”
He said that, but the thought of being accidentally overheard made you want to die, so you continued to keep quiet.
You felt a swelling of sensations building inside you, unstoppable and consuming, and you nearly cried out loud, managing to stifle the noise behind your hand. Your legs shook as the ecstasy smashed into you, and you reached out to run your fingers through his hair with the hand that wasn’t muffling your cries of pleasure.
He removed his fingers from you slowly and, after kissing you for a few moments as you caught your breath, helped you down from the table. You struggled to stay on your feet, stumbling a little, and he caught you, laughing.
“Whoa, there,” He said, holding you up. “You alright?”
You nodded, and he held you until your legs were less like jelly. Then you released him, took the cushions off of the table, lay them back on his leaning bed. You took his hand and pulled, pointing him toward it.
“You want me to lie down?” He asked, his voice confused. You nodded. He smiled in bewilderment, but he obliged. When he was comfortable, you shakily began to take off your clothes.
“Hazel…” He said, his tone worried.
You stopped for a moment and went close, daring to kiss him.
“I had an… idea…” You whispered. You discovered it was much easier to say more than a single word to him if you weren’t looking directly at him. “If you don’t… we don’t…”
“It’s okay,” He said, burying a hand in your hair. “I trust you, sweetheart.”
You pulled back, kissed his lips, and finished undressing without looking at him. Instead, you looked between his back legs and, with him laying slightly on his side, you saw it clear as day: his cock was fully extended out of its sheath, throbbing, and bobbing against his stomach. It was long and solid black. You lay down on your back and inched down toward it, throwing your legs over his flanks, until it just nudged your entrance. You lay your head down, resting on the flank of his forelegs and then looked up at him questioningly.
“Good?” You asked quietly, out loud, looking up and focusing on his ear instead of his face. You could still see the look of happiness and relief on his features. He had a wide, wide smile on his face. He couldn’t bend far enough to kiss you, but he could see your face and body lying next to him. He was able to touch you, too; he could caress your cheek, stroke your hair, and massage your breasts. You could touch him as well, petting your hands over the fur of his belly and side.
“Yes,” He said. “This is perfect, it’s exactly what I want. It’s so simple; I wish I’d thought of it before.” He laughed self-consciously. “But then again, if I had, I might never have met you. Waiting was worth it.”
You stared up at the ceiling of his room self-consciously, but you smiled happily.
The way he was laying, you were in a perfect position for him to thrust into you, and he couldn’t accidentally kick you with his hooves. He began to press insistently, his body vibrating with need, but he stopped and said, “It will likely hurt, since this is your first time and you’re so small. I’ll try to be as gentle as I possibly can be.”
You nodded and stroked his side comfortingly. You knew, just from the size of it, that it was going to hurt a bit, but you didn’t care. You needed him as badly as he said he needed you.
You had to reach down and guide him in, which made you blush furiously, and he had to press a bit, but eventually, the head popped inside you, and you inhaled sharply at the pressure.
“Are you okay?” He asked, sounding worried. “Does it hurt bad?”
You nodded your head, and then shook it, answering his questions in order. You reached up with one hand, and he took it in one of his, intertwining his fingers with yours, his other hand touching your face and chest and hair. He thrust very, very slowly at first, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. When you squeezed his fingers, he sped up a bit, and you moaned slightly, still careful to keep your voice down. He chuckled and sighed as he slowly slid in as far as he could go and pulled almost all the way out.
“This is so nice,” He said, grunting a little under his breath. You could feel him pulsing inside you. “This is all I ever wanted. To feel connected.” He squeezed your hand gently. “And I’m so glad it’s you.”
You kissed his fingers, one by one, and he was spurred to move a little faster, groaning. The pain was subsiding, though it was still there, and your breathing sped up as he did. You turned your head and buried your face in the soft fur of his lower rib cage, and he cupped your cheek.
“No, please,” He said, begging you. “I want to see your face. Let me see your face. Please.”
You pulled back and looked up at him. His eyes were gentle and pleading. You reached up, and he bent down, and you were able to cradle his cheek. He held your hand there and closed his eyes, kissing the palm. He sped up, moaning a little and breathing heavily, linking his fingers with yours. His eyes closed and you could feel him pulsing with desire inside of you as he moved steadily in and out. Sweat began to form on his furrowed brow, and he closed his eyes as he got closer to the edge.
It was still a bit too uncomfortable for you to be able to enjoy the feeling of him inside you, but you were happy that he was feeling good. And you imagined with time, you’d like it more. You were in awe for a moment that your first time wouldn’t be the only time you would have with him.
He came suddenly with a heavy, broken grunt and a shudder that went through his entire body, and his grip on your hand tightened. There was so much that it oozed out of you before he withdrew. He pulled out and softened, and his cock slowly retracted into his body. He released your hand and pulled you up so that you were reclining face to face with him on his leaning bed. He kissed you slowly and sweetly as his breathing calmed, petting your hair tenderly. It was no wonder he was so popular with women, if these were his bedroom habits. Any woman would fall in love with him.
Would he keep seeing other women, you wondered. If that’s what he wanted, then you couldn’t really stop him, but… you wanted to be his one and only. You knew he broke up with Layla, but that may have only been because you were hurt and he wanted you to feel better. He told you that you were special, but that wasn't a promise.
“You’re frowning,” He said, touching your brow. “What are you thinking about?”
You shook your head. You didn’t want him to think you were selfish.
He laughed. “I think I can guess. You don’t have to worry, my love. No more lovers, no more girlfriends. If you want me to go and break up with every single one of them, I will do so happily. I finally found exactly what I was always looking for, and turns out it was you. I’m a one-woman centaur now. I don’t need anyone else.”
You hid your smile, and your blush, behind your hands. You pulled back for a moment and signed, "Trust." He smiled gently and cuddled you into his body
The two of you rested for a while, but you knew the family would be back sooner or later, so the two of you got cleaned up and dressed. When they returned, Birch kissed you right in front of all of them and told you to go get your belongings, since you would be moving in with him. You blushed furiously as the entire family watched you escape in the house with bemusement, but acceptance.
You were really home now.
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World Building | Natural Resources
Solarpunk Project - Nusa Stiglitz
Sri Lanka contains several diverse natural resources to draw from. Apart from the main ones that are used in this world (tropical climate, windy coasts, lakes and rivers), there are other smaller ones that are put to use in various other fields. They are as follows;
Mineral
Agricultural
Mineral Resources
Sri Lanka is home to several materials of the earth, such as limestone, graphite, mineral sands, gems, and phosphate.
Limestone is used in construction (in concrete) and in agriculture (to balance the pH levels in soil). It is used in a similar fashion as in Roman construction, which makes buildings and statues far more durable and in the long run, is better for the environment.
Graphite is used in writing materials, lubricants (like grease), in the electrical industry and to create graphene sheets, which are several times more durable than steel, and far more lightweight (used in the construction of certain technologies and equipment). The use of natural graphite in particular is more popular in Sri Lanka as it produces very little carbon emissions in comparison to the production of synthetic graphite.
Mineral sands are smaller ore deposits in the form of particles. Sri Lanka is well-endowed with industrial minerals including Graphite, Ilmenite, Rutile, Zircon, Quartz, Feldspar, Clay, Kaolin, Apatite, (Phosphate Rock), Silica Sand, Garnet sand, Mica, Calcite and Dolomite. Several mineral-sand deposits of Monazite, Zircon, Garnet and Ilmenite in particular are found in various parts of the island, and are now being exported. These are used in creating the wind turbine magnets that power part of the coasts of the island, and in medical, manufactured and electronic products such as fibre optics, and rechargeable batteries. Additionally, it is also used in materials such as inks, paints and sunscreen.
There exist a variety of gems that can be mined from Sri Lanka. Especially notable are blue sapphire, pink sapphire or ruby, and yellow sapphire; alexandrite and cat's-eye chrysoberyl; and almandine and hessonite garnet. These in particular resulted in a booming jewellery industry that formed in the country that often exports to other parts of the world.
Finally, phosphate is used to create phosphorous, which is itself used in fertiliser. It can also be used to create phosphorous acid, which has several applications as an agent in food, cosmetics, electronics and animal feed.
Agricultural Resources
The main agricultural export of Sri Lanka is tea, however the country also exports rubber, coconuts, rice, and spices. It was because of these resources that colonisers were drawn to this country, which also had the ideal conditions to grow them in. Ancient Sri Lankans also indulged in the practice of Chena cultivation, which was used to cultivate vegetables, greens, grains and cereals. Agriculture also heavily depended on the monsoonal seasons (Maha and Yala), and certain crops are relegated to only certain parts of the country (for example, tea is only grown in the central highlands of the country).
The nature of the Sri Lankan diet is such that most if not all compounds of a balanced meal can be locally sourced and grown in one's own garden. This led some Sri Lankans to pursue a meat-free lifestyle, although a more proper term would be to call it a minimum-meat lifestyle.
Live meat is found in the forms of cow, chicken, pig, and goat meat. Pork is slightly less common than the other two, as the demand for it is less. In addition to this, certain commodities are harvested from these animals, such as milk and eggs. Eggs in particular may come from a variety of animals, ranging from the aforementioned chicken to quail to duck. Sri Lanka also thrives on a strong fishing culture, with many fishing villages lining the coasts of the countries. However, villagers are careful not to harm crucial elements of the environment in the process (such as mangroves). Thus, more traditional means of fishing are employed. Some marine life that are often caught are crab, prawn, shark, and both large and smaller species of fish.
In addition to consumables, cotton is also grown in Sri Lanka, which is used to make a majority of the fabric seen in the country. Raw fabric is produced by "spinning" the cotton and "weaving" it once it has turned into threads.
As a result of all these boons, Sri Lanka seldom ever imports these products into the country, only ever resorting to during off-seasons for agricultural resources. This has led to a self-sustained growing economy that does not rely on international trade to benefit.
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. literate, independent roleplay blog for Yala of Willowhain (Alys). adults only, very selective & mutuals only. activity fluctuates. ship & nsfw & AU & OC friendly.
she is Eskel's bigger sister!
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. exploring themes of: save your baby brother | fairytale gone bad | village life & superstition | sacrifice, abandonment issues | longing | unreliable narrator | pagan customs. | isolation | carrying your mother's burden | poverty | ruined life dreams | trauma | violence.
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prompt 24: red skies at morning
The moon is red.
The moon is red, and Menphina’s hound is growling.
And the Puk tribe of Thanalan, they of the rock-cut tombs and the aldgoat herds and the long memories, can do nothing. Mothers clutch their children close. Aldgoats’ milk runs dry. Cheese spoils before its time. There are voidsent sightings in Drybone, mass goobbue migrations towards Ul’dah, rumblings that the Garlean Empire is truly preparing for another war. Amidst all this, how is Q’yala Terret supposed to concentrate on her own duties?
But she is a priestess of Azeyma, and the sun does not stop rising because the moon is filled with blood. So she rises with it, singing as she goes. At noon, she dances, flinging dried flower petals in the air with each swirl of her skirt. In the evening, she is the first to light the braziers. Her aunt, the current head priestess, narrows her eyes in that way that lets her know she’s being overzealous, but she doesn’t care. She has a duty. And she will perform it, because—
Because the alternative is to still be awake when the moons rise. First silver, and then red red red—
Red as her aunt’s eyes. Red as the fire flickering in the braziers.
The red moon is getting closer.
Closer.
And then—
—One day—
It falls.
Dalamud cracks open like an egg, shards raining down on the defenseless land below. By some miracle, their tribe is spared, but their southern herding grounds are simply...gone. Only twisted loops of violently orange crystals remain. She hears that Louisoix Leveilleur and his organization are the only reason it isn’t worse, that the dragon-god Bahamut would otherwise have destroyed them all. She believes it.
Her tribe is divided on the question. Her father thinks they’ve done all they could, and they should simply thank Azeyma their tribe was spared. Her uncle Tenbe thinks the Garleans were somehow in league with the Amal’jaa—none of them have seen Bahamut, after all, and who else summons primals except beasts? Her mother keeps her mouth shut, and nobody knows what she thinks.
“It is done, Yalila,” she murmurs as she helps Yala brush out her long red hair, the same way she did when Yala was very small. “There is no use assigning blame. We are alive, are we not? And so the goats must be milked regardless.”
She finds she is not much interested in milking goats anymore. Neither, it seems, are most of the rest of the tribe. Tempers flare brighter than the sun, each of them rocked by the wake of the Calamity and seeking to cling to what they can control. Knowing what’s going on doesn’t make it harder to swallow, especially when her sisters and little mothers and aunts are all at each other’s throats and she can do nothing.
Well. She can do something. She can leave. If there’s one less position to fight over, one less point of friction, maybe things will be better. And they get a lot of news, here so close to Camp Drybone and the church. The Scions are wanting someone to deal with the beast tribes. She can do that. She can do that well.
And so, six months after the Calamity, Q’yala Terret arrives in the Waking Sands.
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currently wondering why jelco wears a different variation of the standard company insignia than everyone else.
under the cut because the images made the post long.
as this season two analysis points out, the company uses the same logo throughout season one. it appears the same on all officer, personnel and guard uniforms. it is a four pointed star inside of a diamond shape.
(reconstruction from the analysis linked above.)
this version of the logo appears as normal on some uniforms we see in season two. i took pictures of hills' uniform, which looks the same as in season one (left), and the uniform johnny wears in heart shaped box to break into spring hill (right).
based on the differences between the uniform johnny is wearing and hills' uniform, i don't think johnny's is an officer uniform, just one worn by regular company personnel. it lacks the lapel pins that hills and jelco have on theirs which, according to the analysis, is probably an indication of rank. hills wears two and jelco wears three, suggesting jelco ranks above hills.
jelco's variation of the company's symbol retains the same basic shape, but is altered to look more like a stylized bird with the edges of the bottom two points folded in.
(reconstruction from the analysis linked above.)
now you might be thinking, this could be a purely aesthetic change. but some (not all) of jelco's guards wear this same version of the symbol, and it also appears in other places like the monitor in his office. places where you'd think they would use the standard version, since it's more common and appears to represent the company in general.
(images in order l/r: two of jelco's guards with the symbol variant on their uniforms in heart shaped box; the variant seen on the monitor in jelco's office / the wall controls in full metal monk and johnny be good; the clearest / closest up shot i could get of jelco's uniform sleeve, which is also from full metal monk.)
a company guard in season five's run, yala, run also wears the same variant, seen here. it's hard to see, but it has the same darker / folded in corners.
by this point the company hasn't really been relevant to events, so this can just be excused as the designers re-using the same costumes and not bothering to get versions that use the standard logo. but the fact that it appeared first alongside the standard one makes me wonder if it was supposed to mean something specific at first and it was just never elaborated on. symbols in this show tend to have meaning if they appear repeatedly.
or that's just me giving them too much credit. wouldn't be the first time lol.
#killjoys syfy#killjoys meta tag#liam jelco#hills oonan#john jaqobis#(tagging bc mentioned)#character design#design analysis
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We got a number one Victory RoyaleYeah, Fortnite, we 'bout to get down (get down)Ten kills on the board right nowJust wiped out Tomato TownMy friend just got downedI revived him, now we're heading south-boundNow we're in the Pleasant Park streetsLook at the map, go to the marked sheetTake me to your Xbox to play Fortnite todayYou can take me to Moisty Mire, but not Loot LakeI really love to Chug Jug with youWe can be pro Fortnite gamersHe said"Hey broski, you got some heals and a shield pot?""I need healing and I am only at one HP"Hey dude, sorry, I found nothing on this safariI checked the upstairs of that house but not the underneath yetThere's a chest that's just down thereThe storm is coming fast and you need heals to prepareI've got V-Bucks that I'll spendMore than you can contentI'm a cool pro Fortnite gamer (cool pro Fortnite-)Take me to your Xbox to play Fortnite todayYou can take me to Moisty Mire, but not Loot LakeI really love to Chug Jug with youWe can be pro Fortnite gamersLa-la-la-la-la-e-yaLa-la-la-la-la-e-yaLa-la-la-la-la-e-yaWill you be my pro Fortnite gamer? (Pro Fortnite gamer)Can we get a win this weekend?Take me to Loot LakeLet's change the game mode and we can Disco DominateLet's hop in an ATKTake me to the zoneI'm running kind of low on meds, I need to break some stoneDressed in all his fancy clothesHe's got Renegade Raider and he's probably a proHe just shot my backI turn back and I attackI just got a Victory RoyaleA Victory RoyaleTake me to your Xbox to play Fortnite todayYou can take me to Moisty Mire, but not Loot LakeI really love to Chug Jug with youWe can be pro Fortnite gamers
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Radio Panama FM & AM + Radio Online - (Radio Android Application 🇵🇦📻)
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The Leading Tourist Destinations of Sri Lanka
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Visit the ancient city that has been included in the world heritage list of UNESCO. Situated around 200 km from Colombo, it is popular for the best maintained ancient relics. Travelers can get brilliant monasteries and Buddhist temples, including Ruwanwelisaya and Sri Maha Bodhiya.
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Dambulla
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Sigiriya
The meaning of Sigiriya is The Lion’s Rock. It is a castle run and one of the most popular tourist spots of the country. You can witness ancient paintings in Sigiriya.
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KILLJOYS | 5x01 Run, Yala, Run
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Killjoys 5.01 (spoilers)
Sooooooo... who left Dutch the box?
Because by process of elimination there’s only two possibilities I can see. It’s not Johnny, D’av, Pree, Gared or Zeph because they don’t remember. It’s not the Lady because this is distinctly AGAINST her plans. It’s not Khlyen because he’s a prisoner (also, what is UP with that?).
So it was either a setup by Jaq and Kendry and that’s why Jaq thought they’d get visit in the middle of whatever the hell they were doing; or it was Aneela.
And I’m going back and forth on which one.
But back to the episode. I thought it was pretty great. I definitely enjoyed everyone acting all.... weird and not themselves, while still SOUNDING like themselves.
(though Pree and Gared broke my heart and I need that fixed ASAP. They were happy and cute and married and now they get turned into an affair? So: *no, no, no, you come fix that.gif*)
Zeph was great and hilarious and I love that she managed to question her entire reality without being first triggered by a real memory. Because of COURSE she did. She’s Zeph.
Also Delle Seyah’s a badass. Which I obviously already knew but this is the first time they’ve shown her as ‘killing three men in a few seconds’ specific type of badass. And... I’m a bit torn on it? It feels like it came a bit out of nowhere on the one hand. But on the other hand she IS Qreshi royalty and I imagine she’d have probably gotten a background in this too and just prefers her usual methods when possible (which are now unavailable because The Lady’s too much of a threat to show their hand by politicking and backroom subterfuge).
Now. The Dutch and Johnny thing.
*sigh* I knew it was coming but I still rolled my eyes at Dutch feeling things were wrong because of the kiss. I’m sorry but that’s just... i know the reasons they never went there in their real lives and those reasons were pretty clearly a case of ‘I love you too much to take that risk’ situation and not a ‘I’m completely and totally platonic about you’ situation. Case in point: 4.01 specifically and the whole show otherwise.
(still interesting how Johnny decidedly did not feel anything was wrong by that kiss)
Anyways. Still ship it. Can’t stop me.
Also loved the ending and Dutch ALMOST getting her boys back it really was a very effective scene (plus we got to hear Pree sing again and I loved that).
And in conclusion: GO SAVE ZEPH, DUTCH!!!
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