#also as someone said to me in my comments: putting that Sad Man in the middle of a bisexual sandwhich. it's what he deserves
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The not final but kinda comprehensive list of the main reasons I ship Bail/Breha/Fox
They are all underused and/or underappreciated by either the canon and/or fanon
They all deserved a lot better
Fox is my poor meow meow and he deserves to be held good. I think that would fix him
Bail and Breha are the most stable people in all of the Galaxy and I think Fox would like that. Stable people who know what they are doing
The Organas radiate the strongest "looking for a third"-energy I have ever seen
I think they would absolutely love to have someone like Fox and metaphorically nurse him back to health
Despite Bail and Breha being the most stable people in the entire Galaxy, they are both absolutely unhinged. Fox ends up somehow being the most level-headed of all three of them. He has no idea how that happened either. I just think that's funny.
#you all know fox would be absolutely spoiled with them#also as someone said to me in my comments: putting that Sad Man in the middle of a bisexual sandwhich. it's what he deserves#it is what he deserves you are absolutely correct dear commenter#also I just like the idea of fox having a relationship that he can just. be in. and not have to worry about some interpersonal drama in it#just let him rest#sw#tcw#Commander Fox#Bail Organa#Breha Organa#bail/breha/fox#this was my official marketing post for them please and thank you
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what if miguel and reader have a fight? and they're trying to keep the fight away from gabi and ben but they end up seeing some of it and get upset 😟🫶🏻
Oh god. *Trauma unlocked* 🫠🫠
Bit of angst and little longer than I intended
Make up here ❤️ ~
Gabi noticed how silent you and Miguel were. Her eyes noticed how your hand flinched ever softly from his, only for him to retract his hand and grip the wheel tightly. It had been like this ever since the soccer practice was over. Had something happened?
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She didn't know. But the quietness didn't set up good on her chest.
"Papa? Are you okay?"
Miguel's eyes watched her from the mirror and nodded.
"Of course, Solecito."
"What happened to your hand?"
"I got injured" He nodded softly and maneuvered the lever.
"Oh..." That's all she managed to utter. You on the other hand were looking absentminded through the window as you were fetching Benjamin from Peter's home.
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Ride back home was quiet, you took Benjamin and took him to his crib, he was a year now. Rebellious and black curls perched on his little head, bounced as he was put to sleep. Miguel was unpacking and you had decided to just get ready to sleep.
The fight had surely surprised you, not that you were scared of Miguel, it was just a behavior you rarely, if not ever, that you saw in him.
Gabriela took a bath, not really wanting to dinner, after all she had been treated with a Happy Meal at McDonald's.
You took a shower and changed, Miguel entering the room.
"So... I'm getting a silent treatment now?"
His voice calm, a stark contrast as how he was hours ago.
"No. Just..." You sighed, "Didn't actually expect you to hit that man."
"He was harassing you. Someone had to stop him."
"But hit him?" He sighed. "I know you, and that is really out of your character. Is... something wrong?"
"No." He spoke as he removed his t shirt
"I know work has been hard for you, and the kids, the house renovations, it can be stressful-"
"Ya estuvo, sí? Déjalo ." (Knock it off. Just leave it.) His tone firm, your lips remained shut as tears welled up in your eyes. You just nodded but your eyes drifted to Gabriela. Your heart wrenched at her expression. Fear, concern and sadness. She rushed to her room, leaving you both behind.
Miguel's head hung and he rubbed his face, realizing how the tension between you two was affecting everyone around.
"I'll get it." You mumbled and left the room. Following Gabriela, you knocked on her door and she buried herself further in the sheets.
"Mi amor?" She remained laid down, her back facing you, your steps guided you to her bed and sat next to her. She looked at you with wet eyes. It caused you to almost cry on your own.
"Is Papa okay?" she turned to face you, and you couldn't help but caress her hair.
"I... I don't know, mi amor."
"Are you angry at him?"
You shook your head and cradled her head softly.
"No mi amor. I'm not. I'm just concerned about him."
"I don't like when you fight." Another stab in your heart.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, mi amor. Sometimes stress is too much for adults and... we don't really mean things that we say, or the things we do out of impulse."
"Victor said that Papa had hit his uncle. Is that true?" Her eyes looked at you, searching for honesty.
"He... did. But his uncle did something really bad."
"What did he do?"
"He... touched me without my consent. And Papa got angry."
"Are you okay, Mama?"
"Yes, solecito. Your dad protected me from that man."
"Then why you flinched from Papa?"
You weren't expecting such comment
"Are you scared of dad?"
"No, cariño. I know he would never hurt me or any of us. But I also know that fighting isn't the way to solve problems. And it worries me cause... he never fights or id violent."
"Is something bothering him?"
"I don't know. He won't talk about it. But it's fine. Maybe he needs some space." Gabriela frowned but sighed.
"Im really sorry you had to see that, cariño. Whatever is happening, it's not your fault okay? This is between Papa and I. Understand?"
She nodded and hugged you.
"Don't fight, ok?"
You nodded as you did your best to hold it together.
"We'll try, mi amor."
Miguel heard from outside the door, uncomfortableness setting on his head. He just needed to find a way to make it up to you and his kids.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#dad miguel o'hara#gabi o'hara#miguel o'hara angst#Soccer Family ⚽🕷️#asks and replies#t writes✨
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how seventeen would act around their s/o while drunk heheee
pairing: seventeen x gn reader, established relationship, fluff
word count: 1.8k
warnings: alcohol, cursing, mentions of sleeping over and physical affection w/ the boys but it’s meant in a fluffy context, not a suggestive/mature one!
other disclaimers: lowercase intended, probably typos, setting is hanging out with all the boys and with you!!!!!
a/n: i just realized in my wip post i said "crush" instead of "s/o"........WOOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ANYWAY hello everyone, i’m finally back with another post! i;m sorry for the very long hiatus, i p much always have something going on in my life lol @-@ but i have time now to actually write!!! i hope you enjoy this one hehe -mina
✩‧₊˚clingy drunks:
mingyu: this man will not leave you alone. he is in love with you. and he’s cheesy! in a sweet way :) will kiss your hand every few mins, lean on you, or put his arm around you so you lean on him hehe. i think he would also want you to reciprocate the clinginess too hehe,,,it makes him feel loved :3 i can see him moving your hand to his hair to ask you to play with it, and if you stopped, he would just take your hand and put it back in his hair LOl. he strikes me as someone who would take care of you (kinda like how he takes care of drunk hoshi hehe) and makes sure you're ok, even if he's drunk himself :]
seungcheol: omg omg HES GOING TO DOTE ON YOU SO MUCH!!! “jagi are you ok” “jagi do you need water” “jagi i’ll walk you to the bathroom, be careful”...he doesn’t realize that he himself is wobbling around and spilling water, LMAO. he just wants to help his baby!!! would def ask where you’re going if you get up, ask you to stay over with him, etcetc. would always have an arm around you and constantly LOL. would also go on a random rant about how protective he is of you HAHAHA!! like “Y/N . IF ANYONE MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. TELL ME RIGHT AWAY . I WILL DEFEND YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH EVEN IF IT’S MY OWN FRIENDS I DONT CARE WHO I HAVE TO BEAT UP (svt: BRO WTF?????) . GOD I LOVE U SOMUCH .” pls give him some water and a kiss!!!
junhui: i don’t think he’d necessarily be like talkative or doting, but i think he’s the type to just want to be around you and would sit really close to you :3 he almost gives me like Protective Bf vibes in the way that he’d just wanna be by your side to make sure you’re feeling ok too. plus, junnie just likes your company! i can picture him sending a lot of smiles toward you every few minutes because he’s so happy you;re his partner and he feels so comfy with you next to him :) also he likes leaning his head on your shoulder and he WILL show you cat pics the entire night…..pls comment on all of them or he’ll get sad. he also gives me the vibes of someone who has lazy days with his s/o after a night of drinking hehe…napping, hotpot and movies :)))
✩‧₊˚loud/emotional/(verbally) affectionate drunks:
soonyoung: MESSY U WILL HAVE TO CARE HIM !!!! did you see him on lee youngji’s show?? so cuteeee :( he would just shower you w/ affection heheh. im picturing him hugging you from behind like how he hugged the ice in the youngji ep and he would nestle his head into the crook of your neck and reach over to kiss your cheek :3c he would announce like every 20min how much he loves you to the whole room like "THIS IS MY PARTNER I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH THANKS!!!" and would post blurry pics of the two of you on his story with typos "i lvoe tehfm sonmchch" HAHA!! youll definitely have to sober up to take care of him hehe. would definitely start crying bc he loves you so much and YOU have to comfort him……you and mingyu get him to the car that night because he can’t walk by himself. the next morning hes like babe that was so fun round 2 of drinking tonight???????????? (horanghae pose)
seungkwan: BRUH KWAN GETS INTO (JOKE) ARGUMENTS WHILE HE’S DRUNK I HAVE NO DOUBTS!!! 90% of the time he’s trying to pick a fight with mingyu or chan i just know it I KNOW IT TO BE TRUE!! but with his s/o, i think he’s the type to be like HONEY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU and he starts belting a love ballad and singing directly to you HAHA!!! (vernon: why are u always trying to outsing everyone. no one else is singing.) seungkwan ignores vern’s comment and keeps going tho. he almost moves himself to tears by how much he loves you and how much love he’s pouring into his performance LOL. you tell him you love him too and that he doesnt have to sing VERY LOUDLY IN PUBLIC to profess his love !!! its not that serious pls sit down!!! and hes like MY LOVE FOR YOU IS SERIOUS . and that’s how you end up with a pouty and drunk kwan!!!!!!!!!
chan: oh my sweet chan,,he would just shower you with affection LMAO like “i love you. you’re amazing. you look so beautiful right now, you know that?” type of thing. he’s just the biggest simp hehe. i think hes also the type to just wanna have fun, he'd prob cheer you on if you took a shot like FUCK YEAH BABE GO OFF!!!! but i also think that he would be doing EVERYTHING for you. "i'll pour your shot!!!!! don't lift a finger SERIOUSLY!!!!!" asks you every 30min if youve had water. (you: yes. i had some 30min ago. when you GAVE ME SOME.) gets you snacks. if you needed to throw up he WILL hold your hair with a drink in the other hand (for him)!!!! he also helps you put your jacket on at the end of the night. it doesn't matter how drunk he is, he's firm on taking care of YOU!!! <3
✩‧₊˚(physically) affectionate drunks:
wonwoo: he’s all smiles for you hehe. clings onto your arm whenever you’re near him. he wouldn't be too loud or anything, but i think he'd shyly whisper compliments to you now and then about how you look nice or how much he loves you. i think he’d be one of the more chill people, he just feels happier than usual bc of the alcohol hehehhe. usually, wonu is pretty good at keeping himself composed when you show him affection. but when he’s drunk, i think he’d react a little more…he strikes me as someone who’s more verbally/physically affectionate when it’s just you two, but around friends/family he tones it down. but when he’s drunk i think he would be comfortable having you sit on his lap or having an arm around you <3
jihoon: i am convinced lee jihoon is a different man when he’s drunk!!!!!!!!! i have a hot-ish take when it comes to drunk uji…omg woozi would SOOOO open up physically and emotionally to you..and he’d be the type to always, Always have an arm around your waist and constantly hold your hand, looking at you with a smile that leads all the way up to his eyes. he’s someone who has dealt with a lot in his life, but in this moment, he’s so grateful to be here with his friends, and someone he loves that also loves him for who he is. the reason i think he’d be like this is juts because like. he doesn’t drink much, but when he does, feelings he’s been keeping to himself finally come up to the surface. also his face, neck and ears are constantly bright red because of the alcohol LOL. but ALSO they'd be red the next day when he realizes how he behaved in front of you hehe…. don't tease him too much about it or he'll die of embarrassment!
seokmin: dont ask me why bc idk but i think he would ruffle your hair constantly because youre so cute. then he would get distracted and talk to the bros for a bit, look at you again and remember how cute you are and ruffle it again sorry i dont make the rules!!!!!!! dk is definitely the loud/funny drunk hehe…hes the type to be giggly/try to make everyone laugh :) but i think he’d definitely try to make you laugh the most !! mostly in terms of physical affection though, i think he’d just dote on you a lot…like you know in the dingo video how he kept kissing woozi??? yeah he does that to you. along with the hair ruffles. and the attempts to get you to laugh. good luck. you’re going to drown in affection from this man LOL.
✩‧₊˚happy/chill drunks:
vernon: HE WILL CARE YOU this man is all vibes. he’s just here to have a good time lol. you’ll probably be the drunk one who needs to be taken care of :3 but if he was somehow convinced to get really drunk, i think he would still just be vibes. but happier vibes. i think he would just laugh at everything and keep a hand constantly on your knee heheh. also i think he would encourage seungkwan’s antics more when he’s drunk i’m just saying .
minghao: minghao is just relishing in the moment of enjoying his time with his friends and partner~ he doesn't strike me as someone who drinks much, kinda like vernon. he'd be more focused on having a good time with everyone! i think he's the type to have hangover remedies ready for you at home for the next day. i think he would also be the type of bf to know when to cut you off LMAO like “y/n’s had 4 shots….hyung STOP pouring them another one!!!!!!!!” he just seems like he'd be prepared to take care of his partner :) you're so lucky!! he’s also the type to observe you and take pictures/videos if you’re doing something funny while you’re drunk LMAO!!!!
joshua: josh is a giggly drunk i have no doubts. also in the dingo video that man was RED af!!! would probably be like “im fine im SO SOBER RIGHT NOW…BABE TELL THEM HOW SOBER I AM!!!” he is not sober. i also think he would be the type to compare hands with you LMAO. you’re just like ???? you know how big both our hands are???? you’re literally my bf???? and hes like I JUST WANTED TO CHECK OK!!! tbh he seems so fun to be around LMAO like he on the way to the hangout hes like “babe lets match each other if u drink i drink” and ur like HELLO SIR???????? WHO IS DRIVING US HOME?????? (jeonghan does and he sleeps over.) he just wants to have FUN and let loose with the homies and his partner!!!! consequences are for TOMORROW, y/n!!!!!! (he might start sulking if you don’t agree to match him but it’s fine you both know your limits hehe)
jeonghan: i see him as someone who doesn’t go too wild when drinking. kinda like vernon and minghao, i think he’s more there for vibes than getting fucked up lol. if anything, he’s doting on you because he finds you so cute, especially when you’re drunk hehehe. HE would be the one to ask you to do aegyo or something and when you do he just dies of cuteness lmao. i think he would also tease you in silly ways, like convincing you that he and s.coups are actually long lost brothers who found each other in college, or that seungkwan is a natural blonde. and of course you believe him which is the funniest shit ever to him!!!! LMAO!!!!! your shock and wonder at his blatant lies is the cutest thing to him. don’t worry tho he’ll tell you the next day nothing he said was true, except for when he said he loves you :)
#AND SHE POSTS AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#going to get watermelon tea to reward myself for my third post HAHAHHA#this one was fun to write#the way i started this months ago and wrote it on and off and NOW it's finally being posted LMAO!!#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#svt imagines#svt x reader#svt fluff#s.coups x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#jun x reader#hoshi x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#dokyeom x reader#dk x reader#mingyu x reader#minghao x reader#the8 x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#dino x reader#rabbit writings#WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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can I get a luffy and or zoro with a ftm reader. (the reader is being a bit silly and feeling dysphoric)
DYSMORPHIA
genre: fluff
characters: Luffy, Zoro (lightly suggestive with Zoro)
word count: 610
A/N: I've actually never written about Zoro before. It was more fun than I expected.🦖 Btw I think I might be shadowbanned. Can anyone who doesn't follow me write something in the comments, please?
LUFFY
Luffy doesn't understand. He is more practical. So when you tried giving him hints like "Yo, it's hot, take your shirt off." "I don't feel like it." He would be clueless. He doesn't get why you would want to keep your shirt on when it's so hot on the deck. He is for sure confused.
He also wouldn't get why anyone would hate how they look. "I mean, it's you. Why would you hate you?" He has no idea what he would do if he hated his body. He thought about it for a while. "Nah, my body's cool" He understands why you can hate others, but how can you hate you? He doesn't get that.
After you tell him and the crew these hints Chopper gets a little worried. He's a doctor. He knows what might happen if you hate your body it may not end well for you. He brings up the topic when Luffy and a few others are around. Luffy is again surprised at how can someone hate their body. The concept is totally foreign to him.
He ran up to you after a banquet in the middle of the night when you were, sound asleep on the bed. He woke you up and yelled into your face. "YOU HATE YOUR BODY?" He is always so straightforward. You were still half asleep, so you stayed silent for a while and then answered. "Kind of..."
"But why?" You thought about it. You thought about how to answer him. "I don't like the way it looks." You sighed as you made eye contact with him again. "But I do... how can you hate something when I don't?" You looked at him, and his response made you chuckle. "People are different, I guess."
"That's too difficult." He couldn't understand. "So, like you're sad?" "Yeah, something like that." Now he understood why you would hate being sad. "That's bad you, shouldn't be sad." "I don't like that."
He looked like he just got an amazing idea. He tackled you to the bed and said. "Cuddles help with being sad right?" You squeezed his body and buried your face into his chest. "I think they do." "But I'm not sure, so keep cuddling me so that we know whether it's true or false." "That's smart."
ZORO
Now this man is pissed. "Huh, no fucking way." "No, you're not allowed to do that." You looked at him, confused, wondering if he meant that. "Vice captain's order" You laughed at how childishly he spoke. "It doesn't work like that."
"What is there to hate about your body? I don't get it?" You thought for a while. You thought for a longer while. "I would say my feminine body type." "What that, how can you hate that?" You gave him a confused look telling him to elaborate more.
He understood what he had to do. You couldn't even blink and he was right there, right in front of you. He grabbed you off the ground and lifted you into the air. "You mean that you have the most liftable body type?" He put you back up and hugged you. "Or that I absolutely tower over you?"
You looked his way and saw a devilish smirk. "Or that I can grab you pretty fucking easy?" He grabbed you by your waist and lifted you. Your legs naturally parted as they squirmed around Zoro's waist. He pushed you to the wall behind you. "And because I can fu-" "OK, ZORO. I GET IT. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO HATE MY BODY."
"Wait for tonight. I'll show you how much I love that cursed body of yours."
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Hello Alexa! Hope your doing well as always seems like your not lacking requests so put the other requests before my own ♡
An idea came to me last night when I failed a test for the third time- and need to redo it, when I'm sad or something bad happens I go hide in my closet with blankets and pillows, like a child- so how would the whitebeard pirates or mihawk react to child dokusha hiding when their sad? Like their because they got in trouble or isn't allowed to go with the crew on an island and instead has to stay on the ship?
As someone who had gone through a lot in their early childhood I find these stories so comforting and sweet. I often find myself only opening Tumblr to see if you've posted. Remember to take care of yourself, because someone really cares about you♡
Solace and Comfort (Whitebeard pirates, Mihawk x gn!child!reader)
A/N Hey hey Holo! I absolutely love when you request and as a a ghank you for being such a sweetheart I went ahead and did both :) I also do the same thing, when im upset I like to find a closed or cozy space and just huddle up and hug my plushies. Your words really mean a lot, I appreciate them and it makes me so giddy.
Reader is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
Thatch found himself in his kitchen, preparing the next meal for his Captain. He made sure to take into account his current condition and choose the right ingredients to alleviate it.
"Hm, should I use kale or broccoli for this one?" he inquired to Izou, who had joined him earlier to escape the rowdiness of the crew as he completed maintenance in his pistols.
"I'm hardly the person you should ask Thatch."
"Kale it is," he exclaimed, beginning to chop down said vegetable, the tapping of the knife hitting the cupboard echoing around the otherwise quiet room
"Regardless, it is about time we addressed it, isn't it?" Izou spoke, pushing the lock back in his flintlock, a snap resounding across the kitchen
The chef stops chopping the kale at the comment, glancing up at his brother and letting out a sigh, putting the knife down
“I suppose so.”
“How about it, Dokucha? Want to come out and talk about it?” The sniper called out, walking around the counter to stand next to Thatch
A few beats of silence filled the room after that statement until the sound of ruffling came from one of the cabinets in the kitchen as Dokucha slowly crawled out of it, a stuffed bird held tightly in their arms
“How did you know I was here?” They mumbled, drying their teary eyes
“You usually hide here when something happens,” Thatch answered, kneeling down
"You should consider branching out," added Izou with a smile
"Would you like a hug?" Thatch offered
They nod, running into his arms, cries escaping them as he crashes into him
Thatch hummed, wrapping his arms around them and picking them up, swinging them from side to side for a few minutes until their cries lessened
"What's going on?" Izou questioned, glancing at the child, who by this point had positioned their head on Thatch's shoulder and looking back at Izou
"I wanted to go with Ace," they sniffled
"I know you do, but he had a risky mission he had to go on," Izou replies gently
"Why?" they cried
“They had something of ours, so Ace had to get it back.”
“I wanted to go with Big Brother too!” They cried, beginning to struggle against Thatch’s embrace
“Let me go!” They scream, beginning to throw punches his way
“Hey, Hey, it’s okay,” the man reassured them, tightening their hold, ignoring the shrill screams that now escaped them
“Hey, Hey, Dokucha, he always comes back, just like he came back from his previous mission and the one before. Just like I come back, just like Izou, and everyone will come back. But we need to calm down so we can welcome them back.”
“We would love to take you with us, Dokucha, but we want to keep you safe even more; we couldn’t bear something happening to you,” Izou continues, rubbing the child’s head
They sniffle, relaxing in their hold
“Hey, how about we go see Pops?” Thatch suggests
“Papaw?”
“Yeah, I’m almost finished with his meal; how about you come with us to deliver it?”
“Okay”
“Pops, food is ready; we had special help today.” thatch announced approaching the man
Whitebeard glances down at the two commanders, about to ask what they mean, until he spots the ‘special help’ running towards him
“Papaw!”
He grins, lifting the child up
“Gurararara, what brings you here, Dokucha?” he questions, glancing down at his sixteenth commander as he spoke
“We were having a hard time earlier wanted to go with Ace.”
“Gurarara, why would you be upset about such a thing brat?”
They shrug
“Has the boy ever broken his promise to come back?”
“No…”
“Has he ever lied to you?”
“No…”
“Then why were you throwing a fit?”
“I didn’t throw a fit!”
“Sounds like you did”
“You’re mean, Papaw!”
“It’s called tough love.”
“It’s being mean!”
“If that’s the case, are you not coming to the celebration when he does return?”
“I want to!”
“Are we done with the fits?”
“Yeah!”
“Did someone say celebration? I could use some grub,” a voice joins in
Dokucha beams, jumping off Whitebeard's hand and crashing into Ace
“Ace! You’re back!”
“Just like I promised.”
“Where are they?”
The human drills look at each other nervously and turn back to the swordsman, letting out a string of hoots and sneers.
Mihawk narrows his eyes at this
“Is that the answer you wish to go with?” He said, pulling out Yoru from his back and pointing it against the apes
“I will allow you to try again; where are they? I am well aware this is where they run to when they grow upset.”
In response, the human drills sounds escalate as they pull out their own weapons, only to stop as a small voice joins in
“It’s okay, Ezra, Enrique.” A small child wrapped in a blanket spoke, patting the apes, effectively calming them Down as they slowly lowered their weapons
“Don’t hurt them, Papa,” they mumble, hugging their blanket closer to them
He sighs, sheathing Yoru once again and extending his hand toward the child
The child wobbles their way to their father, taking hold of their hand and looking back at the human drills, sending a wave their way
As they walked on, the only sound that could be heard was the sounds of the forest around them as insects and birds chirped together, the sound of the human drills still reaching their ears, and the sound of Dokucha’s blanket being dragged as they walked next to the warlord.
“Are you going to tell me why you ran off?” he spoke, breaking the silence between them
He sighs at the silence that followed, pausing to pick up the child and place them on his hip, in turn the child leans their head against his shoulder
“Is this about the sword practice you were doing before?” He inquired, letting out a hum as the child nodded their head against his shoulder
“Can you tell me about it?”
“I can’t do it,” he mumbles
“Do what?”
“I can’t make the sword cut like Papa’s.”
“Is that what this is about?”
“Yeah”
“That kind of precision takes practice, it takes time,” he explains
“But I want to be strong like you!” They cried, leaning back and glancing up at him
His eyes soften at this, halting his walking as he puts all his attention on the child
“I know you do,” he said, wiping the tears that began falling from their eyes
“But one cannot simply master the sword overnight.”
“Not even Papa?.”
“No, I am not an exception to the statement. I had to train for years to be able to reach my current state, and I don’t doubt you will one day surpass me; that day is just not today.”
They frown at that, lying their head on their shoulder again
“How about we begin with the move you were attempting before?”
“Papa will teach me?” They exclaimed, shooting up
He chuckles
“You should have asked; I am never below teaching you the way of the sword.”
They grin, hugging his neck tightly
“I love you, Papa.”
“I love you too, dearest.”
Here we go! Two for two!! These are really cozy ones, loved how the Mihawk one turned out
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My Top Ten Favorite Moments from Ghost Files in Dallas Texas starting at the funniest:
1. Shane and Ryan getting into a brief argument over the Sally House flashlights and Ryan saying, “We are NOT going to rehash a six year fight!” and then making a comment along the lines of, “We’re like a married couple!”
2. After someone clarified that Shane stole Goatman’s Bridge first, Ryan agreed and said that it indeed was *technically* Shane’s bridge and that Shane deserves all of the credit. In response to that, Shane said that after he claimed the bridge from Goatman, he added Ryan’s name to the deed, so therefore IT IS IN FACT Shane and Ryan’s Bridge that they have joint possession of :) And Shane wasn’t being teasing about it AT ALL. He wasn’t saying, “Ha, Goatman’s gonna get BOTH OF US NOW.” He was being painfully genuine in a “i want this to be a thing you and me share” kinda way. 😭
3. Shane saying that he will more than likely finish the Hotdoga someday and that he has the ending roughly planned out in his mind! :D He also explained that he stopped due to the work load, leading Ryan to say, “He made the Hotdoga to annoy me, but then he was like ‘Damn, this is a lot of work!’” 😭 (Also someone made a comment on the dead look in Ryan’s eyes at the mention of the Hotdoga and said, “It took me back!” and Ryan sadly responded, “Me too.” Haha!)
4. The Shaniacs teasing Ryan about the evidence he caught / the evidence that he found compelling enough to include in the live show. Some person yelled nonchalantly, “FAKE!” and Ryan teased them multiple times through the show. Another person put air quotes around the word “evidence” while talking to Ryan and Shane took his hat off for a second in respect, and another person brought a laser pointer to help Ryan point out the evidence cause it was so hard to see and Ryan was so flabbergasted 😭 BRO WAS GOING THROUGH IT!!! (It was all lighthearted respectful teasing and Ryan was a good sport about it all!)
5. A person, dressed HEAD TO TOE as the professor, politely tossed some jelly beans at Shane, Meredith, and Ryan. Shane then dropped some of said jelly beans and proceeded to eat them off the ground, claiming that since they landed on the white carpet under their feet and not the stage that they were fine. Ryan and Meredith were NOT pleased in the slightest. Ryan did however take a clean green jelly bean out of Shane’s palm and Shane let him happily and then politely offered one to Meredith (she said no haha.)
6. SHANE ALMOST FALLING WHEN HE GOT UP TO DO THE ESTES METHOD LMAOOO!
7. Shane and Ryan talking about the episode they discussed the possibility that the man who died playing piano pooped himself and then revealing that they had to cut for like five minutes because they cried laughing so long. Shane, while reminiscing about this moment, said, “Very sad but GOD DAMN was it funny!” 😭 He also revealed that there have been MANY times him and Ryan have laughed themselves to tears together and I thought that was kinda sweet.
8. Meredith and Ryan thought there was a ghost backstage, and then Shane and Ryan lied to Meredith and said the ghost started acting up again when she left, resulting in Meredith believing that the ghost was just racist.
9. A fan asking Shane a question about a certain clip and saying, “When that ghost called you daddy-” and Shane, COMPLETELY misunderstanding what they said, yelling confusedly, “WHEN THAT GHOST FUCKING DIED?!?!?!? 🤨🤨🤨”
10. And lastly, Ryan calling Steven their “Delicate Steven Lim” and teasing him for the last few minutes of the show haha 💛 The best part of it was when Ryan was talking about him and Shane taking Steven ghost hunting years ago and stating that Steven had said he found his calm. Ryan, remembering this moment, said, “He didn’t find calm, he TALKED TO GOD!!! FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!!!” 😭 and the exasperation in his tone was so damn funny.
Bonus. This person came up to ask a question holding an empty nacho box and Ryan was weirdly extremely fixated on it 😭 He was pretty much like, “Did that hold nachos??? Cool. It looked like a nachos kind of box. Cool, cool. You looked like you enjoyed them? The nachos?” I literally have NO CLUE what that was about but I think he might have been hungry for some nachos idk?!?! 😭😭😭
(Other honorable mentions are Ryan being upset the ghost called Shane daddy and not him, Shane yelling that he’s “GOT PUPPETS TO MAKE!”, Ryan getting a little anxious when people weren’t cheering for his evidence and being like, “NEVERMIND I DON’T THINK IT’S COMPELLING ANYMORE I SWEAR-“, Shane blasting “Mamma Mia” before the show, and Shane taking amazing care of a doll someone gifted him and putting it between him and Ryan!!!)
The show was AMAZING, the episode was SO great, (NO SPOILERS BUT YOU GUYS ARE IN FOR A TREAT!!!), the people there were so accepting, and the Ghoul Boys were so UNBELIEVABLY NICE TO EVERYONE. If you have the money and time for it, I honestly recommend buying a ticket to one of the shows because I had SUCH A GOOD TIME. (Also, LITERALLY DON’T BE SCARED TO ASK THEM A QUESTION OR GIVE THEM A GIFT CAUSE THEY WERE SO GRATEFUL, PATIENT, AND KIND, ESPECIALLY TO PEOPLE WHO WERE OBVIOUSLY ANXIOUS TO TALK TO THEM.) I honestly have NOTHING bad to say about my experience. It was a dandy time and I plan to go to another show in the future if they ever tour again.
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Comments on Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender
*spoiler alert*
First of all I'm gonna start by saying it is one of the best adaptations I've seen so far. And that's the key word, adaptation. I've seen a lot of fans and others complain about some things that honestly, doesn't make sense because some things only work in a cartoon(just as much as some things only work in a book or a video game)
And before I start to talk about some topics that I judge important, I also wanna say that the production is fantastic, from the costumes to the CGI. It all looks amazing. (A part from Yue's wig)
1. The Script
It's not easy to pick 20+ episodes and make it fit in only 8 but damn they did a hell of a good job, especially when judging what was important to show and what they could let it go. Some fans commented that since there's no fillers, the Gaang and others miss some development but I think that for the universe of the live action what we got here it worked.
I can express how much I like to see Ozai and Azula's relationship and how it is now clear that he uses the siblings against each other, manipulating them to get what he wants. But I will admit I miss the fear Azula had, since it's implied in the show and some extras that she does fear Ozai, and fears becoming like Zuko.
I hope the 41. Is just fine after the battle in the north. See all of them bowing to Zuko after discovering that Zuko was the one that saved their asses and was heavily punished by that...it was beautiful. I loved the writers did that, give names and faces to Zuko's crew and a beautiful yet sad arc when Ozai banished his son and the men who he saved.
I also loved that they put weight into things that was treated as a joke, like Katara talking about her mother. She was a little kid who saw her mom get murdered in front of her and the live action made sure to let us know that it is not okay to make jokes about something so traumatic. All of the deaths here have tons of weight in it, it's not some random person, is someone we met, someone we liked, someone who helped. The costs of the war, something the cartoon manages to show us but know in live action, with real people, the massage gets stronger.
And they didn't forget Iroh's past like the fandom does, which is great. That actor, the earthbending soldier really let it all out, that's how you use the few screentime you have.
Sokka's isn't sexist and y'all were making a storm outta a cup of water, is not like Sokka sexist didn't go away after like the 4 or 5 episode in the original show. I think the live action was able to bring more depth to him in comparison to the first season of the cartoon. We see how he feels about his father's, the absence of him and his duty as warrior who kinda doesn't want to be a warrior.
I need a Gyatso in my life, I didn't know I needed to see more of him until the live action gave us more of him. Kyoshi was the Thor coming to Wakanda from this season, WHY THE FUCK BRYKE DONT WANNA GIVE US A KYOSHI SERIES? She is absolutely a jewel of a character. Roku and Kuruk, damn poor Kuruk man, so much pain in his words but again that's what it means to be the Avatar, it's not fun and games. Zhao saying to Aang what Korra villains said to Korra😭 that the world doesn't need the Avatar anymore, it hurt.
Guys I'm gonna say it, there's no way in hell for anyone to ship Kataang here. I'm saying this because some shippers complain that the secret tunnel part was different but c'mon, look at Kiawentiio and look at Gordon, it would be so s awkward and weird and just wrong. I know they don't have a big age difference, is only like 3 years but when they filmed Gordon looked so much younger than her, maybe in the next seasons the difference won't be that big.
The pace is good, once you start you don't wanna stop.
2. The Acting
Everyone is really good at capturing the essence of it's characters and somewhat making them their own. The highlights for me were Dallas and Ian, Its like they came straight from the show. Ken Leung's Zhao was also amazing as he was way more threatening here than he was in the show.
Kiawentiio was the Katara we were looking for, she is kind yet strong, brave and caring. And Gordon was Aang, sure, he has to learn a few things since he slipped a few times in his acting but nothing that could ruin the experience, that kid is good and just needs some experience.
Elizabeth Yu was Azula. It was different but yet the same character, is like learning something new of her and I like how cleared she show emotions with her eyes. Maria Zhang had great chemistry with Ian and I can't wait to see more of Suki. Arden Cho and Yvonne Chapman as June and Avatar Kyoshi look like they came out straight from the cartoon. Daniel Dae Kim...man is Ozai, so cold, so sharp, so scary, already way better than the cartoon version. I wanna see more of Paul Sun-Hyung Lee as Iroh since the character he really starts to shine in book 2.
3. The live action doesn't have the spirit of the OG?
Yes, it does have. The thing is now that we are seeing real people, things get dark one way or another but I don't think it ruined the spirit of the show. Aang is still a kid, Sokka still making sarcastic jokes, Zuko still annoying as hell, Katara still hopeful and strong... There's everything there really.
The thing is stuff like genocide, murder, war, death and suffering are, for some people, better to watch as pixels in a cartoon than real people.
I think it's a great adaptation and I would recommend it to every fan.
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luke hughes x chubby!reader headcanons part 2
part 1
SFW & NSFW under the cut!
SFW
so this has been on my mind all day, luke being just so protective of you.
this man is not afraid to stand up for you or put someone in their place if they do wrong by you. his arm is constantly always around your body in a protective manner, pulling you into his side whenever you’re out somewhere with a lot of people
if y’all ever go out to clubs or parties, he will not take his eyes off of you incase he needs to sprint into action and whoop some dickwads ass.
i dare someone to ever make an inappropriate comment about your looks or size anywhere near him, because that might be the last thing they ever do
he also has a tendency to make sure you don’t bump/run into things. if you’re a bit on the clumsier side of life, lukey boy has your back. always covering the corners of counters in the kitchen or table if you bend over, holding your hand and helping you out of the car, guiding you by the small of your back through places, etc.
luke’s goal in life is to take care of you. so with this comes his uncanny ability to read your body language
this dude can look at you for .2 seconds and know what you’re feeling. he wont hesitate to help accommodate your needs. if you’re tired, luke is doing everything in his power to get you to bed and comfy in his arms. if you’re hungry, he is finding out what you’re craving and getting it for you ASAP. oh boy, don’t get me started on him feeding you.
luke has actively said in an interview that his favorite thing about being in the nhl was the food bars, so it’s no surprise that he loves being able to shove food into you as much as possible.
he definitely always makes you a plate or shares his pre-game meals with you. he’ll just walk over to you with a big grin on his face and two plates in his hands full of food for the both of you
you will always get the certain “have you eaten today?” “what did you eat for lunch?” “do you want me to get you some food?” texts multiple times a day
he will get so so sad if he notices you not eating properly and taking care of yourself, so he takes on the task of making sure you are fed properly every single day
i also am bringing this back from my last post, but i just strongly believe that when y’all are home, he is a level 1000 clinger
he just loves your body so freaking much, just how warm and soft you are. he’s not afraid to tell you this either, he’s just such a big ole teddy bear when it comes to you and all your curves
NSFW
luke definitely has a tit fucking kink. just the thought of your full boobs wrapped around his thick cock is enough to make him throb with need
100% loves to cum either on your boobs, stomach, or inside if you let him
he is so pitiful when he’s in a more submissive kinda mood, definitely whimpers the second he sinks into you. it honestly is kinda a power trip for you, cause you have THE luke hughes whimpering at just your touch
he loves eating you out. he’s a munch. he will do it anytime you want, all you got to do is ask. he just loves to please you. he will lap at your puffy lips and suck your clit until you’re screaming his name.
it’s his element. other than the ice, his favorite place to be is between your thighs.
he loves when you kiss and lick up and down his abs, the feeling of your tongue dipping into the defined lines of his muscles will have him cumming in seconds.
he also loves when he can just rub his cock through your lips, grazing your clit and giving just enough stimulation for the both of you to become hot and bothered before slipping into you
his ears and neck definitely get bright red when he’s flustered.
making him flustered is very easy for you to do, especially if you are wearing anything slightly revealing. simply run your hands up and down his body slowly and whisper in his ears and he will fall to the fucking floor.
he will press down under your soft belly rolls while he fucks into you so it just feels that much better.
loves when you ride him so he can watch you boobs bounce. he just loves watching your body bounce on top of his cock; stomach, boobs, ass, he loves it all.
a/n- look at me posting 2 days in a row, woohoo!! i still have so much more to say about luke, so i will most likely be making a part 3 😋 sorry if this is a bit short, i just have a lot of thoughts and i want to spread them out into multiple parts! feel free to send in requests for our lukey boy and chubby!reader!! thank you for reading :))
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~ tangled series ~ part 3
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish
a/n: Welcome back to part 3 of the tangled series. By now I decided that this series will become also a bit longer. Let's see where it'll lead us. Also I am sorry for the lack of updates atm, but I'm trying my best.
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It seemed like you were the only one relaxed in the whole situation. Simon was tense as a rock, he didn’t dare to move, his eyes still subtle pinned on every movement you made trying to put the pieces together. He didn’t even dare to remove his mask, it stayed stern in place, only tugged up to sip on his drink occasionally. Johnny on the other hand was avoiding eye contact with everyone. His eyes stared down at his still empty plate. Kyle was the one trying to ease the whole vibe while chatting with his captain and getting some comments out of you as well. Humming along the conversation while sipping on your water in peace. John on the other hand was stressed as well. To be honest he was already on edge because of his medical leave, but seeing how his team, his boys behaved around you made him kind of nervous.
A ringing of the timer on your phone broke the vibe a bit. “Kyle? Mind me helpin’?” You stood up from John’s right side and requested man followed you to the kitchen, a genuine smile on his lips. It gave John a second to get a grip on the whole situation.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell. What’s wrong with you boys?” His voice had this authorial tone he used often as their captain. Still there was a worried undertone in. And a glimpse of regret not being able to be the captain they deserved right now.
“Bein’ a bit on edge lately. Sorry cap.” It was Johnny who answered, his voice full of regret. His partner looked at him with a concerned glance. Eyeing him up from toe to head before his hand found his nape. Squeezing it just so slightly. Simon didn’t know why this whole situation affected the Scot so much. Maybe it was seeing a happy couple so at ease. It wasn’t something self-evident for people with their career to have a partner waiting at home for them. Something the Scot wished often for but was now somehow stuck with his comrade and kind-of lover. It made Simon himself feel somehow guilty. But at least it helped him to ease his own mind, knowing that Johnny needed him now. Little did both know.
“Alright. Pull yourself together just for the few hours.” Price scolded them quiet, still an understanding tune in it as the door from the kitchen swung once more open. Revealing Kyle with two plates of baked pasta, holding the door with his body open for you to walk up to table with three plates yourself.
“Thank you.” Johnny mumbled as you handed him a plate, Simon only nodded.
“Anytime.” The sing-song voice that once made him excited and flustered gave him now a nauseous feeling down his guts. He couldn’t look at you, his mind flooding with thoughts of what-ifs and questions he had no answer for. All of you started to eat in silence.
“Lovely as al…” Just as John wanted to praise your cooking, an alarm set off. Not an alarm per se, but it sounded like on. It was the ringtone of your on-call phone. “You said no work, sunny.” Now it was Price’s voice that was filled with a certain sadness.
You pulled the napkin from your lap and placed it on the table. You gave him an apologetic look before walking over the shelf next to the dining table, pulling your phone from it and flicking the green button. “Price,” you answered quick and left the open living room area. John eyes followed your figure.
The room felt with anticipation, mostly because of the behavior of John. It was contagious for the others. It took you about 10 minutes to return to the room. A bag slipped over your shoulder, and a hoodie already thrown over your statue. A soft smile playing on your lips as you walked up to John. “Connor could draft in someone else…” His eyes met yours and you nodded.
“It’s better off in my hands, we both know that.” You assured him, shoving your phone into the pocket.
“How bad is it?” John reached his right hand that wasn’t caught in a cast out to you. It was the first time this evening Johnny dared to look at you again.
You stood closer, his hand placed onto your back, as you leaned over to him. “It’s not Piccadilly.” You laughed and John rolled his eyes at your statement. Kyle’s brows furrowed with confusion.
“He really needs to learn how to sort out priorities…” That made you roll your eyes. It was an inside joke you shared with him since the terror attack at Piccadilly Circus. Your coworker Connor and boss always referred to any incident as ‘not as was worse as piccadilly’, because nothing could be nearly worse than this day. You worked for more than two days straight. Five minutes naps were the only rest you got in between two patients and coffee became your best friend and somehow worst nightmare. “Call me. Alright?”
“Sure, Johnny.” You reassured him with your soft and still teasing voice before turning to your guests. The Scots stomach took some twists about the nickname. The name you cried out while he went down on you months ago. “Was a pleasure.” Did you intend the double meaning? Johnny couldn’t tell. You forced a half-hearted smile onto your lips, while the men around just nodded their goodbyes. And soon you were gone through the front door.
As soon as your car pulled off, Kyle looked at his captain. “Due to all respect. What was she dealing with at Piccadilly?” Kyle did remember that day like the back of his hand. It was the day he and Price met, and his life took a sudden turn.
Price exhaled; his brows furrowed in regret. “She is a trauma surgeon and had to deal with the aftermaths of our mistakes.” His voice was an octave deeper than usual and full of guilt.
Kyle’s eyes widen in shock, and a certain guilty vibe clung over the table. All for different reasons. A vibe nobody of them could really ease. So, they ate in silence, shared some more thoughts about the latest operations and how Price would make sure to get some assistance for the time he couldn’t be at base. Just like that the evening ended and the three men found themselves back in Simon’s car. The trip back to the base was filled with nothing than silence. Everyone caught up in their thoughts. Not daring to speak those out aloud.
Just as they pulled into the garage Johnny couldn’t bare it anymore. He knew that Simon could read him like an open book. Something that came with their work, what made their relationship a bit easier. But therefor he also assumed that his partner already knew that the Scot felt more than uncomfortable this evening. He didn’t even wait for Kyle to leave the car, because he fairly well knew himself as he was Johnny’s wingman back then. “So… I think we need to talk…” Johnny’s voice was full of pity. He didn’t even dare to look at Simon, who only hummed in approval, own eyes pinned onto his fist clenching around the steering wheel. The Brit assumed that Johnny caught something of his weird behavior tonight.
It stayed calm for another minute. One that felt unbearable. “I fucked the Captains wife.” Both said at the same time and immediately looked at each other in completely shock.
“Ye dae what?” It was Johnny whose sorrow turned into completely shock. He knew they agreed on having an open situationship. Especially for times when separated to blow off some steam. But he didn’t know that Simon actually had someone since their agreement.
“Wait, you both had the same bloody bird?” Kyle’s voice was somehow filled with amusement but also with disbelief. He shook his head. “You really need to sort things out mates. Cheers.” He left the car and made up his own mind. As much as he loved to get into the gossip deeper, he respected the boundaries his three teammates now had to take care of.
The when’s and how’s were cleared fast. Stating the facts and sharing it with each other as they found themselves in Simon’s room, sitting on his bed. “I mean… something must be wrong if lass actually cheats on him, eh?” Johnny tried to find a reason to blame your behavior and not theirs. Trying to somehow ease his mind. “And ye said ye met her while she was working in a bar? But Cap said she’s a surgeon? Dinnea make any sense…” His hands found some loose strands at the end of his mohawk as he slightly pulled at them.
Simon’s huge, calloused hands found his. As he pulled them away and interlaced his fingers with his. “Do we know for sure…that they’re married?” The question was only above a whisper. Johnny looked in disbelief at him. “They don’t wear a ring.” Simon went through his mind, all the way back to when he met you. To the dinner, to all the times he saw Price’s hands bare in front of him. Never did he saw a ring on the left hand. Not even something like a tan line was imprinted in his brain.
“Maybe they dinnea wear it because of their jobs… I dinnea ken.” He exhaled deeply. Leaning into the side of his partner for comfort.
“Maybe we should ‘st forget about it all… it happened, it’s in the past and now we should draw our distance from her. Strictly.” Simon’s voice was firm, but somehow gentle as his hand ran up and down of Johnny’s spine. Johnny nodded and both were sure, that it wouldn’t be that hard. They haven’t seen you all the years before, so why should that change now?
Well for the next day’s nothing indeed changed. They were going after their choirs on base and prepared everything for the next deployment. Trying to suppress any feelings turning in their stomachs and minds. In the meantime, it was Alex Keller who took a temporally place in their office, trying to get a grip on everything that was happening around. A familiar and friendly face around the base to help when their Captain was still on medical leave. They were just gathered around a table in a briefing room, discussing over some intel they gathered on the last operation when they could hear a knock on the door. Simon’s head snapped into the direction. “C’mon in.”
The door opened and revealed nothing different than your soft features. Johnny’s stomach instantly twisting as he saw your face. It hurt him to see you, how he still had the urge to be close to you. Dreams of the last nights all circling around you, and the things his partner and you did together. Imaging how pretty you’d have to look beneath Simon’s frame. He had dreams about you before, but now it was worse. He couldn’t shake the hot thoughts away when imagine himself and his partner sharing the same woman. And still he knew how all that was way too inappropriate.
“Hello there. John sends his regards. Said you could need that.” You walked over and handed a file to Simon, which eyes stared down at you. Right now, he wasn’t Simon, he was the Ghost. Not letting his emotions and thoughts getting in the way of his job.
“Sunny.” It was Alex’ voice that was heard before Ghost even could say something. He rounded the table to give you a quick and friendly hug. One that lasted a bit longer than Johnny thought was appropriate.
“Don’t let him hear that.” You laughed. While crossing your arms in front of your chest. You knew Alex from before. He was one of the rare mates of John you ever actual met. Even if it was a coincidence, you rather wanted to forget.
Alex let out a quiet chuckle. “Still the same, hm? And I wanted to ask you out for dinner. What a shame.” He gave you a coquettish smirk. The action confused the other members of the 141 even more. “How’s he doing?”
“You’d wish.” Winking at him with a sweet smile. “Better. Nearly ready to go again. Need to keep his arse taped down though.” You laughed, and that was the first time the vibe relaxed a bit. All of them could easily imagine how Price would try to do anything but rest. The thought of you chasing after him to get him to actual rest.
Your glance switched to the clock on your wrist. “Busy as ever?” Alex’s smile dropped a bit. He was always so tender and flirtatious without any further intentions though.
“You know me too well Keller.” A smile on your lips before you waved them goodbye and went after your business. Even after all those hours after your leaving, Johnny’s thoughts were always pinned to his partners words. And he couldn’t help himself but imagining how you’d feel pressed between both of their sweaty bodies. You were like a drug, and he couldn’t get away, while Simon tried to ditch everything that even had to deal with you. You were a forbidden fruit. Something he didn’t only not deserved but was completely not allowed to even think about. And he managed pretty well. Still, he found himself late at nights, with a naked Scot curled up at his side imagine how you were there with him, with them. How you were pinned on his chest while his mind so hard to chase those thoughts away.
It was four weeks later, when everything changed, and things started to make a bit more sense. The 141 including Alex and John just came back from a mission. It was the first one after Price went back to duty. Everything went well so far, and they found themselves in a nearby pub to celebrate their success and return of their captain. Kyle was the assigned driver for the night while everyone else toasted to their accomplishments. John was already quiet drunk, his medication still wearing on him, mixed with the whiskey rushing through his blood. Alex decided it would be for the best to send him home early. But nobody wanted to leave already. Everyone was into a way to good mood to let the night end already. Especially Johnny, as Simon was found to be a bit more touchy-feely with him. Something that happened very rarely in public, and he was too down for it. Maybe it was because this bar gave him a few memories. Some of them he tried to keep locked in the very last corner of his brain.
That way, Alex tried to be the most reasonable and called you, just as John and Johnny sung along the melody in the pub. Johnny already needed to steady his captain with his own arm while Simon had his hand on the Scots thigh.
“What’s wrong?” Your voice sounded worried as you picked up Alex’ call.
“Why should something be wrong?” Alex tried to calm his voice, trying to sober up just a little bit.
“Alex Keller. You do not just call me in the night when you are on deployment.” You had a scolding tone in your voice. Something he was familiar with. It was the same tone John himself hold all so often.
“We’re already back. It’s just… John…”
“Spit it out.” Your shoulders tensed as you feared the worst.
“He overdid it. I think he needs rest. Maybe you can come get him?” Alex rubbed his neck while his eyes fell onto the statue of Price. He almost clung to Johnny to keep him up. For a soldier that has been through a lot, the mixture of alcohol, pain meds and the last days of operation had grown its toll on him.
“Bloody ‘ell… y’all are drunk, aren’t ya? Stevie’s?” Your accent grew a bit thicker, as you already throw a jacket over your shoulders and took the keys of your car.
“Yeah and thank you.”
It took you about half an hour to arrive at the bar. A bar that belonged to a close friend of John’s. A friend that was a former soldier but retired because of a chronical hearing disability, caused through his job as a demolition expert back then. A bar where Steve now often offered soldiers as a safe space to calm their thoughts. A place you sometimes lend a helping hand when the pain and PTSD got the best of him. This man had risked his own life to save John’s. How could you not help him when he needed a day off? This was only possible when you had your days off of course. Otherwise, you were too occupied to save lives in your own way.
You made your way up to the bar fast, greeting some of the regulars, like Marcus. Bit your greetings to Stevie and get a glass of water. Kyle nearly choked on his drink as he found your figure approaching your table. “Sunshine?” John’s voice was drained as he noticed you, but he tried to stand up. Alex was faster on his feet, pushing him down into his seat again.
“Drink.” Your voice was stern as you pushed the glass into his hand. He followed your order without hesitation. “Things should never have been allowed to come to this pass.” You looked at Alex with a scolding hint in your eyes. The others of the 141 watched the whole scenery with mixed feelings. The grip on the Scots thigh tightened as Simons eyes were pinned onto your figure. The same excitement washing over him as he watched you handling those assholes when he first met you.
Alex stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders. His eyes an unspoken apology, before his mouth accomplished the words. “I am sorry, sunny.”
These words flipped a switch in John’s brain. He was quicker on his feet than anybody could even blink. His statue standing between the both of you and literally ripping Alex’ hands of you. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, soldier.” Alex stepped back a bit, his hands up in defense. He had seen the captain’s fury before.
That when you forcefully turned him around. “John.” He just wanted to turn back to Alex. That’s when your voice became that same demanding tone as John’s. “Jonathan Price.” It somehow snapped him back, his clouded thoughts sobering up a bit. “Get in the car.” Your tone sent shivers down his spine. Bot not only to John’s. The Scot found himself a bit too aroused by the tone in your voice as he shifted a bit further into the male next to him.
“Sunny…” John’s voice was pleading as he tried to reach out to you. His eyes full of regret.
“Weren’t my words clear enough?” You literal hissed at him. And he shook his head no before walking sloppy out of the pub. Kyle was quick to steady him and help him out. Simon saw Price often with regret clinging to his body, but never with this kind of defeat. You punched the bridge of your nose with a deep exhale. “Next time call earlier.” You looked at Alex and nodded. “Sorry for the interruptions. Enjoy the rest of the night.” You apologized and smiled genuine at the remaining members on the table, who looked at you with a certain understanding, while everything in their eyes screamed to take you somewhere else. Somewhere behind closed doors to go after those inappropriate fantasies that were haunting their dreams. But they could do nothing to stare after you while you left. Still eyes pinned on the door you walked through minutes later as Kyle just returned, a wide grin on his lips, that somehow didn’t make any sense to Simon nor Johnny.
“What’s ‘e face about?” Simon’s voice was a low grumble. Trying to process everything that just happened.
“You’ll see soon enough.” Kyle laughed while Alex took the place next to him again.
This revelation came sooner than everyone expected. It was at the next day. The men already gathered for some breakfast as their captain returned to base. His head a bit lower than usual. “I wanted to apologize.” He looked at all his team members, but mostly at Alex who only nodded. But before Alex could answer John continued. “I stepped a line.” Simon looked at him in disbelief. Never did he noticed such an undertone lingering in between his words. It was nearly hurt.
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“Sir, due to all respect, but if my sister would’ve been through the same… I wouldn’t have act any different.” Alex’ hand found the shoulder of the older man. A reassuring smile on his lips as Price only nodded. The rumbling inside John’s heart settling more and more. While this whole situation only established a deep longing in Johnny’s stomach. Sister…you weren’t his wife. You were his little sister. Neither him nor Simon had broken into your relationship. Johnny shoved all the thoughts of the eventual reaction of their captain aside. Maybe there was still hope for the dreams he had. Maybe he could reach them somehow. His eyes found those of his partner, who already stared at back at him and Johnny could’ve sworn to see some of the same kind of desire in those brown orbs.
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I genuinely hope this isn’t too prying or intrusive, I am strictly asking out of curiosity but…. What…. Is going on with that 16 year old and why is it on a post about a house coat? Are you ok?
I'm fine.
That kid has been fixated on me since I said, basically, that the French Revolution killed a bunch of innocent people and isn't something to be emulated.
For the past 3 weeks, since I told her to leave me alone on Tumblr, she's been stalking me across the internet, digging up every possible way to contact me, and sending elaborate death threats along with suicide threats. I've turned off the contact forms on my professional website and NK. She's sent asks here and contacted me from multiple Tumblrs, multiple Facebook and Instagram accounts, TikTok, LinkedIn, Reddit, YouTube, BlueSky, and multiple email accounts. I'm pretty sure I'm missing something, though I do have it all screenshotted and saved. She found my phone number and left multiple threatening voicemails, and she kept contacting my business, sending death threats to places where my employees, including my younger brother, had to deal with them.
She seems to think that I'm a man, and that I'm attempting to use magic on her, and that she can threaten me into doing whatever it is she wants. I don't really understand what's going on in her head, and I'm not trying to do so. I don't really read the things she writes.
At this point, the FBI is involved - she's been sending death threats pretty much every day for about a month now with a few breaks here and there - and I've been declining to respond to her for the vast majority of that time, hoping that she'd get bored, or, hopefully, that someone who cares about her would realize how deeply, deeply unwell she is and get her help before this becomes a criminal matter. I really, really don't want to be put in that position, but I also can't ask the people who work for me (some of whom are my family) to deal with a constant barrage of messages detailing how if I don't publicly apologize for ... fuck all if I know or care... she's going to "slit [my] throat like a Sicilian" and throw my body in the Willamette River.
I really, really, really just want this kid to leave me alone. I didn't seek her out - she sought me out - and I'm not interested in talking to or debating with a 16 year old. But, also, the things that she's been doing for the past month are crimes and truly beyond the pale.
As to why that's on a video about a housecoat... your guess is as good as mine. Her last comments before this were on the two public videos on my abandoned YouTube account, both of which were process videos about making patches, and she left death threats on a post on my old personal Instagram that I made on the day of the Tree of Life shooting. It has nothing to do with me or what I'm saying - she seems to just randomly pick things to add her bizarre urban fantasy VASpider fanfic to.
Please leave that person alone, everybody. She is a third my age and very clearly deeply unwell. I'd been ignoring her, but I'm kind of hoping against hope that knowing that, yeah, actually, what she's doing is a crime, people take that seriously, and I really really really don't want her to fuck up her life? will convince her to stop.
I'm not afraid. I'm mostly just tired and very, very sad. It is really upsetting to see someone who is so out of alignment with consensus reality, and it's even more upsetting when that person is so young. I feel deeply sorry for her, both that she's unwell in a way that's clearly causing her harm, and that she doesn't seem to be getting the help she needs from the people around her. I hope it's just that the people around her don't realize what's going on and that someone can make them aware, because it is just... rotten... to see someone that young making such a mess of things.
I don't want to talk about this further. I've been avoiding talking about it publicly at all, but at the point where we're closing on a month... I dunno. I hope saying something directly and making it clear this isn't going to go the way she thinks gets it through to her.
I'm gonna go play with my dog.
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Twisted Minds Chapter One: Apéritif
TW: death, crime scenes, Cannibalism.
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F.B.I. ACADEMY, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA
I walk into a Lecture hall and stand in the shadows next to my new boss Agent Jack Crawford, head of the FBI's Behavioral Science Analysis Unit or the BAU. I listen as the teacher describes the crime scene he witnessed. "Everyone has thought about killing someone one way or another. Be it your own hands or the hand of God. Now think about killing Mrs. Marlow." The man says in a tone i can describe as knowledgeable. A series of pictures of the Marlow home crime scene photos are projected on the screen behind the stoic man. He surveys the lecture hall for social appearances. He never meets an eye, at most he glimpses brows, lids, the occasional lash -- but never eye contact. "Why did she deserve this? Tell me your design. Tell me who you are." he asks Jack and I enter as the trainees file out of the classroom. There are
scattered smitten glances tossed in the Teachers direction, who is naturally oblivious because he is actively avoiding eye-contact with everyone, even as he warns his exiting students:
"The sad, dull truth of these crimes is they can usually be reduced to a male penetrative control issue. I am expecting a higher level of scrutiny." he says in a wise tone, the last of the trainees leave and the teacher notices he's alone in his lecture hall with the weathered, austere man and put together, classy young woman. "Mr. Graham." Agent Crawford says as the man i have now put together is Mr. Will Graham quickly puts on a pair of glasses as Jack and I approach. The top rim of Wills glasses are strategically positioned to block Me and Jacks eyes and prevent direct eye-contact. "I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford. I lead the Behavioral Science Unit. I want you to meet Dr. Y/n L/n, shes a psychiatrist and my new criminal profiler." jack introduces himself and me to the man. I smile kindly at the man as i hold my hand for him to shake, i don't look him in the eyes as i don't like eye contact; eyes tell to much and make it hard for me to focus. "its nice to meet you Mr. Graham, I've heard great things." i say in a kind and polite tone
"its a pleasure to meet you Dr. L/n" Will says shaking my hand and giving me a bittersweet and slightly uncomfortable smile. " You've hitched your horse to a teaching post. I understand it's not easy for you to be sociable." Jack says as he looks at me and will analyzing each other "I'm just talking at them. I'm not listening to them. It's not social." he says still looking at me doing the same as i am Analyzing. Jack gently pushes Will's glasses up the bridge of his nose
so he's forced to make fleeting eye contact. "Where do you fall on the spectrum?" Jack asks Will picks up the rhythm and syntax of Jack's voice: so do I "My horse is hitched to a post closer to Aspergers and Autistics than narcissists and sociopaths." will says looking down avoiding eye contact with Jack. "But you can empathize with narcissists and sociopaths. Like Dr. L/n can correct?" Jack asks in a curious tone, "I can empathize with anybody. Less
to do with personality disorders than an active imagination." I say and Will nods to agree with me Jack smiles at that "Its the same for me, i can empathize with anybody but like Dr. L/n said its less to do with personality disorders and more to do with an active imagination." Will says as he packs up his bag. "Well, Can I borrow your imagination?" he asks will
Agent Crawford leads Me and Will Graham across a field of Trainees on a Firing Range as another group of trainees in matching sweats jogs by. "Eight girls from eight different Minnesota campuses abducted in the last eight months." jack says briefing me and Will on the case, "I thought there were seven." i say slightly confused, i look over at will and it seems like hes in the same boat "There were." jack says looking over at me "When did you tag the eighth?" Will asks Jack in a similar tone that i used. "About three minutes before Me and Dr. L/n walked into your lecture hall." jack says, he didn't mention this to me "You're calling them "abductions" because you have no bodies?" Will says curious "We have nothing. No bodies. No parts of bodies. Nothing that comes out of a body. We have lonely swabs in used evidence kits." jack says in a tone twinged in desperateness " Then those girls weren't taken from where you think they were taken." i say in a sarcastic tone "Where were they taken from?" jack asks look over at me then at will "I don't know. Someplace else." will says smiling sarcastically, i chuckle at that.
Seven blue squares dot the Minnesota map corresponding with seven graduation or casual pictures of the seven missing girls. "All abducted on a Friday so they're not reported missing until Monday. However he's covering his, tracks he needs the weekend to do it." Jack says as he Guides me and Will over and hands me a picture of what i assume is the eighth victim. "Number eight?" will asks looking at the picture over my shoulder and no longer wearing his glasses "Elise Nichols. St. Cloud State on the Mississippi. Disappeared Friday. Supposed to house sit for her parents over the weekend. Feed their cat. Never made it home." jack says i roll my eyes "One through seven are dead, don't you think?" i ask sarcastically humoring will "He's not keeping them around. Got himself a new one." will agrees by taking the words out of my mouth "We're focusing on Elise Nichols" Jack says agreeing with Me and Will. Will and I take in the smiling hopeful faces next to the corresponding blue squares . "They're all very uh Mall of America. That's a lot of wind-chaffed skin." Will says as he gazes at the girls faces "Same hair color. Same eye color. Roughly same age, height, weight. What is it about all these girls?" jack asks looking at Me and Will "It's not about all of these girls. It's about one of them." i say as I pin Elise Nichols' photo next to the eighth blue square.
"He's like Willy Wonka. Every girl he takes is a candy bar. Hidden amongst all those candy bars is the one, true intended victim, which if we follow through on the metaphor, would be your Golden Ticket." Will says following my train of thought "So is he warming up for his Golden Ticket or reliving whatever he did to her." jack asks as he steps to stand right next to us "Golden Ticket wouldn't be the first taken and she wouldn't be the last. He would hide how special she is. I mean, I would. Wouldn't you?" i ask looking up from the girls faces to jack "I'd like you and Dr. L/n to get closer to this." jack says looking at us, will starts to shake his head "You have Heimlich at Harvard, Bloom at Georgetown and now Dr. L/n. They do the same thing I do." will says as he turns around and starts grabbing his stuff. "That's not really true, is it? You and Dr. L/n have a specific way of thinking. and from what i see so far you and Dr. L/n work very well together." jack says as i turn around to face will crossing my arms and leaning against the table "Has there been a lot of discussion about the specific way Me and Mr. Graham think?" i ask pointedly "Both of you make jumps you don't explain." jack says looking at me then will dead in the eyes.
"The evidence explains." Will says seeing that jack is upsetting me "Then help me find some evidence."jack says Will studies the beautiful milquetoast faces on the map. "That may require me to be sociable." Will says sarcastically
DULUTH,MINNESOTA ~ THE NICHOLS' HOME~
Elise's parents are from what i can deduce, sick with worry. Mr. Nichols is rationalizing while Mrs. Nichols seems almost resigned. "She could have gone off by herself. She was a very interior young woman. She didn't like living in a dorm. I could see how the pressure of school might have gotten to her. She likes trains. Maybe she just got on a train and..." Me, Will Graham, and Jack Crawford sit opposite Mr. and Mrs. Nichols as he trails off. Hard to convince even himself. Will continues to avoid eye contact with the Nichols. "She looks like the other girls." Mrs. Nichols says anxiously Jack nods as Me and Will stand up to look around at the home " Yes, She fits the profile." jack says calmly "Could Elise still be alive?" Mr. Nichols asks cautiously, I feel bad for the couple knowing the odds of their daughter being alive is very slim. "We simply have no way of knowing." jack says solemnly, A previously silent Will Graham offers an odd question: "How's the cat?" will asks turning around looking at the Nichols "What?" Mrs. Nichols asks confused i continue Wills line of questioning "How's your cat? Elise was supposed to feed it. Was the cat weird when you came home? It didn't eat all weekend. Must have been hungry." i ask looking over at Will and the Nichols.
The Nichols are initially unsure how to respond to my question, then: "I didn't notice." Mr. Nichols says absently, I look over at Will and Jack. Will looks at me and seems to know what im thinking and nods, my suspicions were correct he took her from here. "would you give us a moment" Jack ask and he pulls Me and Will aside "He took her from here." Will says softly so that the parents don't hear, Jack gives Will a look that says 'go on' "She got on a train. She came home. She fed the cat. And he took her." I continue for Will, i look at Jack dead serious Jack nods understanding. Jack doesn't hesitate to pull out his phone and dial. "The Nichols house is a crime scene. I need ERT immediately. Zeller, Katz, Jimmy Price, and a photographer." Jack says into the phone. The Nichols are trying to wrap their minds around the quick flurry of action and what it means to their little girl. Me and Will turn to the parents "Can we see your daughter's room?" Will asks the Nichols "the Police were up there this morning." Mrs. Nichols says softly
Mr. Nichols leads Will and I, who are pulling on gloves as we approach. Will warily eyes the cat pawing at the door eager to go inside. I stop Mr. Nichols from reaching the door knob. "I'll get that. Mr. Nichols, would you put your hands in your pockets and avoid touching anything please?" i ask sincerly, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting the man to disrupt the evidence "We been in and out of here all day." Mr. Nichols responds "You can hold the cat if it's easier." Will says continuing my notion, Mr. Nichols picks up the cat as instructed. I wrap a gloved hand around the knob and open the door. The light from the hallway streaks across the floor and up the wall as Will and I enter. We stand just inside the door, immediately noticing the open window. Will flicks on the light switch, illuminating the room. I stare at the sight in front of me. Elise Nichols. She lays coffin-style in her bed, dressed in pajamas as if she had just gone to sleep. The gray pallor of her skin, the clean puncture wounds visible under her pajamas, and her un- breathing bosom are immediately evident to Will and I. Sadly, Mr. Nichols fails to notice. Blinded by hope, he steps forward. "Elise?" Mr. Nichols asks Hopefully, my heart aches for the father. Will raises a gloved hand, stopping Mr. Nichols. as i take a step forward to assess the situation without touching the body. "I need you to leave the room." Will says to Mr. Nichols still holding him back. Realizing the worst, Mr. Nichols abruptly drops the cat.
~20 MINUTES LATER~
"You're all wired. You talk it out to us when you feel like it, don't say anything when you don't feel like it. Take as long as you want. We will come in when you tell us." Jack tells Me and Will, Will nods but i just continue looking at the body. Jack stands and exits the room. reflected light flashes across my face, lighting up my cobalt blue eyes. All sound is dulled as if my ears were blocked, the ambient noise of my circulatory system provides an organic hum. The crime scene photographers takes pictures. Jack herds Price, Katz and Zeller out the door. Will scoops up water in his hands from the faucet in the sink to wash down the last two Aspirin from his now empty bottle. He splashes water on his face, dries it with his shirttail. I have climbed out the window onto the porch roof. I sit on the gritty shingles. I hug My knees, my damp shirt pressed cold across my back. I snort the night air to cleanse the smell of Elise Nichols death from my nose as Will climbs out and joins me. From Our vantage point, we can see police officers, police cars and other crime scene specialists assembled on the lawn.
Mr. and Mrs. Nichols are treated in the back of an Ambulance. I take a breath, exhales, then close My eyes. A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of My mind, keeping rhythm with my heart beat. FWUM. FWUM. FWUM. I open my eyes and i am standing outside Elise Nichols'
Bedroom Window. The neighborhood is quiet and empty. No Police. No Police Cars. No Ambulance. I look through the window glass to Elise Nichols sleeping soundly in her bed. I quietly open the window. I stand over Elise Nichols, very much alive. I watch her for a quiet moment. Tears well in My eyes, then... I bear down on Elise's chest with my knee, cracking ribs
as I simultaneously squeezes her throat shut with my hands. It's sudden and horrible and violent. Elise is immediately startled out of a deep sleep into terror, I feel her fear and confusion. Elise struggles, her face swelling with pressure, capillaries in her skin and the whites of her eye wrinkle and burst. Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to scream but cannot. The bed board finally SNAPS and with it, Elise dies. i feel the killers, who my mind is potraying me as emotions hes or i've in this case killed her with love and care and mercy but also rage.
"You're Will Graham. and your Dr.Y/n L/n." i snap my eyes open now standing in the room next to Will as hes also been startled, doing the same thing i was. i look at the person who interrupted my design. but before i can say anything to the woman. "You're not supposed to be in here." Will says annoyed and breathing heavily. "You wrote the standard monograph on
time of death by insect activity." The woman says while looking at will with curiosity then gives me the same look. She indicates her tweezers and what's between them. "Found velvet in two of the wounds." she says non-chalantly she then looks back at Will "You're not real F.B.I.?" she asks smirking, i look at her annoyed and with a pointed look.
"I'm a special investigator." Will says looking at the body still "Never been an F.B.I. Agent?" she asks in a tone of disbelief. "Strict screening procedures." I say for Will, "Detects instability. He unstable?" she asks me, Jack Crawford hurries in, as annoyed with The woman as Will and I are. " you Know You're not supposed to be in here." Jack says as he looks towards the woman, her badge says Beverly Katz, "Found antler velvet in two of the wounds. Like she was gored. Was looking for velvet in the other wounds but I was interrupted." Beverly says now looking towards Me and Will. Brian Zeller is now standing next to Will. "Deer and elk pin their prey, put all their weight on the antlers and try to suffocate them. That's how they would kill a fox or a coyote." Zeller says in a know-it-all tone. Me and Will very subtilely retreats from the conversation. "Elise Nichols was strangled and suffocated. Ribs were broken." Jack says stating the facts everyone in the room already knows.
"It's not rutting season. Male deer aren't competing for female deer this time of year." Zeller says thinking, "Antler velvet is rich in nutrients. It actually promotes healing. He may have put it there on purpose." Will says turning towards the group, "You think he wanted to heal her?" Jack asks Will and I, "He was trying to undo as much as he could, given he already killed her." i say following Wills train of thought yet again. "He put her back where he found her." Jack says looking at us, "Whatever he did to the others, he couldn't do it to her." Will says softly and staring off, "Is this his Golden Ticket?" Jack asks looking at Elise's cold dead body, i shake my head and turn to the group "No. This is an apology." i say softly and sad The "apology" catches in My throat and hangs in the air. Will runs his hand over his forehead and takes a deep breath. "Does anyone have any Aspirin?" Will asks, disassociating.
F.B.I HEADQUARTERS, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA ~NEXT DAY~
Will stands over a sink, splashing water on his face, rattled. Will pats his face dry with paper towels as Jack enters, impatient, having been looking for Will for some time. "What are you doing in here?" jack asks obviously upset "I enjoy the smell of urinal cake." Will says not looking at Jack, and leaning on the sink. "Me, too. Lets talk." Jack says as he points to the door and walks to his office with Me already being in there. Will eyes Jack as he enters Jack closes
the door, realizing he's not getting by without conversation. "Do you respect my judgement, Will?" Jack asks Will, Will looks down "Yes." he says looking up at me, he has dark circles under his eyes he obviously didnt have the best night. "We have a better chance of catching this guy if you Two are in the saddle." Jack says pointedly at us "I'm in the saddle. Just confused which direction I'm pointing." Will says, i cant help but agree with his statement. "I don't know this kind of psychopath. Never read about him. I don't even know if he's a psychopath. He's not insensitive. He's not shallow." i say as i start pacing, thinking. Just because i am a psychiatrist doesn't mean i don't need one myself.
"You could tell something about him or you wouldn't've said this was an apology. What's he apologizing for?" Jack says towards Me, Will joins me in my pacing " He Couldn't honor her. He feels bad." Will says flustered and a little upset. " Well Feeling bad defeats the purpose of
being a psychopath, doesn't it?" Jack says angrily "Yes. It does." Will growls back "Then what kind of crazy is he Y/n?" Jack yells at Me, I take a shaky deep breath "He couldn't show her he loved her so he put her corpse back where he killed it. Whatever crazy that is." I say looking at Jack, as I and subsequently Will stop pacing. "You think he loves these girls?" Jack says confused "He loves one of them, and I think by association, he has some form of love for the others." Will says quickly and with a emotion i couldn't say. "There was no semen or saliva. Elise Nichols died a virgin and she stayed that way." Jack says He probably think we Mean love in a sexual or romantic way. but no thats what sets me off "That's not how he's loving them. He wouldn't disrespect them that way. He doesn't want these girls to suffer. He kills them quickly
and, to his thinking, with mercy." I say angrily and with anxiety. "A sensitive psychopath. He risked getting caught to tuck Elise Nichols back into bed." Jack says putting together what Me and Will are saying. "He has to take the next girl soon. He knows he's going to get caught. One way or the other." Will says looking at me.
I leave Jacks office Will trailing behind me, he grabs my arm and turns me to look at him. Will looks at me, his eyes tired and dull but still beautiful in a haunting way. His mind is a complicated, sometimes impossible puzzle. But that's what made him so good at what he does. Will can see things, make connections that other people can't. He's not afraid to look into the ugly parts of himself or others. And he's not afraid of the darkness of life. He knows that he has to go there sometimes. And he is brave enough, and humble enough, to admit when he needs help. I look Will in the eyes and for the first time in a long time i feel Ok looking into someones eyes. "I'm sorry for my outburst in there" i say in a calm and kind tone giving him a sweet and genuine smile. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." Will said with a warm smile, he was very forgiving. "Jack doesn't fully understand How we think but we have to work with him." he said, he would always find some way to make a situation better.
i chuckle as i start walking towards the Examination room and lab My heels clicking behind me as i walk. "that we do. You know its kinda nice having someone understand the way my mind works" i say smiling Will follows behind Me, His footsteps echoing Mine. "It makes things easier." Will says with a genuine smile. "We can help each other, and work together like this. I like being able to be myself with you." He continues, I look at him with a smile and a curious look "And how do you act with others Will" i ask still smiling happily. "Different." His smile fades away for a second, he looks away from me before continuing his sentence. "Most people i work with don't want to see me completely unmasked. Especially because they don't understand. But you. You do understand. And i like that." he says with a soft smile, He likes how he could talk openly with me. "I feel the same. You know its always difficult trying to explain to people. but with you its easier i guess" i smile sweetly and continue walking, "Being understood is the most valuable thing." Will says looking at me, "i mean it really is. when people can understand you without you having to explain, its beautiful. and its very difficult, very rare. but with you Y/n I have that." He continues, smiling as we reached our destination. I smile, as my stomach fills with butterflies as we walk into the room.
F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY
Beverly Katz and Brian Zeller hover over the examination table as Jimmy Price continues to UNZIP the BODY BAG, all wearing gloves, aprons and splash visors. "Tried her skin for prints. Of course, nothing. We did get a hand spread off her neck." Jimmy says looking at the body "Report say anything about nails?" Beverly asks Price, raising her eyebrow. "Her fingernails were smudged when we took scrapings. The scrapings were where she cut her palms with
them. She never scratched him." Zeller says looking at the report "Curly piece of metal is all we got." Beverly says as she looks over and see's Me and Will enter the room smiling, she starts smirking. "We should be looking at plumbers, steamfitters, tool-workers." Will says absently his breathing is amplified in his ears as it fogs his vision. He takes a breath and forces himself to look in the bag. There is no body, only darkness. And the sound of Will's breath bouncing off the splash visor. Elise Nichols She stands naked in that darkness, a deathly pallor. ANTLERS SPROUT LIKE BRANCHES from her WOUNDS. Tiny CRIMSON STREAMS defy gravity, climbing antlers and floating upward in beads. Will snaps back to reality: As before. Zeller, Katz, Price continue their examination.
"Other injuries were probably but not conclusively postmortem. So not gored." Zeller says that last part pointed towards Beverly. "She has lots of piercings that look like they were caused by deer antlers. I didn't say the deer was responsible for putting them there." Beverly says, I look up at Will and he nods once again saying that he knows what I'm thinking "She was mounted on them. Like hooks. She may have been bled." i say looking at the body Beverly and Jimmy glance at Will and I. Brian Zeller is too distracted by his investigation of the abdominal wound. "Her liver was removed. He took it out and put it back in. See." Zeller says pointing to the liver of Elise Nichols, it has sutures in it. Price looks confused "Why cut out her liver if he was just going to sew it back in again?" Jimmy asks confused, All muscle tone in Will's face goes slack. i look at him, realizing what he just did. "Something was wrong with the meat." Will states swallowing hard, Zeller looks up from the liver -- with a look that says 'how did Graham know?' "She has liver cancer." Zeller states in disbelief The facts briefly ricochet around in my mind and probably Will's too, then: "He's um- He's eating them." i say, then cover my mouth with my hand, then placing it right below my neck on my collarbone.
F.B.I. - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY
Will and I sit with Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Jack Crawford. "Tell me then, how many confessions?" Dr. Lecter asks Jack, "Twelve dozen last time I checked. None of them knew details. Until this morning. Then everyone knew details. Some genius in Duluth PD took a picture of Elise Nichols' body with their phone and shared it with a few close friends. Freddy Lounds ran it on Tattlecrime.com." Jack says annoyed, Me and Will both roll our eyes at the so called journalists name. "Tasteless." Will says, i couldn't agree more. "Do you have trouble with taste?" Dr. Lecter asks Me and Will, "Our thoughts are often not tasty." I say, that's an understatement. "Nor mine. No effective barriers." Dr. Lecter smiles at Me and Will "I Build forts." will says raising his eyebrows and tilting his head and taking a sip of his coffee. "Associations come quickly." Dr. Lecter says nonchalantly passing me a cup of coffee. I nod my head as a thank you "So do forts." I say before taking a sip of the coffee, Dr. Lecter notices Will and I avoiding looking anyone but each other in the eye.
"Not fond of eye contact, are you?" Dr. Lecter asks us, Me and Will sigh as we unapologetically continue to avoid eye contact. "Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don't see enough." Will says as he rolls his eyes " That and it's hard to focus when you're thinking those whites are really white or they must have hepatitis, or is that a burst vein?" I say looking into Dr. Lecter's eyes for a second, Dr. Lecter isn't deflected from making our observations. "I imagine what you two see and learn touches everything else in your mind. Your values and decency are present yet shocked at your associations, appalled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love." Dr. Lecter has just described Will and I to a letter, but We are not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. I realize something and i guess Will does too. "Whose profile are you working on?" Will asks Dr. Lecter pointedly, "Whose profile is he working on?" I ask Jack angrily. "I'm sorry, Dr. Y/n, Will. Observing is what we do. I can't shut mine off anymore than you can shut yours off." Dr. Lecter says sincerely, I cant believe this Jack is having Me and Will psycho-analyzed, Will doesn't appreciate the intrusion into his psyche and neither do I.
"Please don't psychoanalyze Us. You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go give a lecture on psychoanalyzing. Lets go Y/n." He scoots out of his chair and grabs my hand and we exit the room, leaving Dr. Lecter and Jack Crawford alone in the office.
MINNESOTA FIELD - THE NEXT MORNING
Will, Jack and I step over the police tape and look at the crime scene in front of us "The head was reported stolen last night about a mile from here."Jack says briefing us Will tilts his head in confusion "Just the head?" he asks Brian Zeller, Beverly Katz, and Jimmy Price are combing the immediate area for forensic evidence. Jack, Will and I stare as Beverly and Brian Zeller attempt to shoo the crows away."Minneapolis homicide has already made a statement. "They're calling him the 'Minnesota Shrike.'" Jack says raising his eyebrows "Like the bird?" I ask confused "Shrike's a perching bird. Impales mice and lizards on thorny branches and barbed wire. Rips their organs right out of their bodies. Puts them in a little birdie pantry and eats them later. At its leisure." Zeller says morbidly, i furrow my brows and purse my lips. This Wasn't Our Killers Work. "Sounds about right." Beverly exclaims, Jack shakes his head "Can't tell if it's sloppy or shrewd." He says tensing his Jaw, "He wanted her to be found this way. It's the homicidal equivalent of fecal smearing. It's petulant. I almost feel like he's mocking her. Or he's mocking us." Will says, i nod my head agreeing.
"Where'd all his love go?" Jack asks as Me and Will crouch beside the body. "Whoever tucked Elise Nichols into bed didn't paint this picture." I say solemnly, i almost lose my balance but Will puts his hand on the small on my back to keep me steady. I look up at him and smile. Brian Zeller looks up from Cassie's mounted corpse. "He took her lungs. I think she was still alive when he cut them out" Zeller says, i frown looking away from Will and back at the bodies Jack Crawford and Brian Zeller stand over the table that is CASSIE'S BODY. Beverly Katz and Jimmy Price work nearby. "Our cannibal loves women. He doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to consume them. Keep some part of them inside. This girl's killer thought she was a pig." I say shaking my head, "You think this is a copy cat?" jack ask Me and Will, Will and I take in the open field, considering the stage. "I don't know. Cannibal who killed Elise Nichols had a place to do it and no interest in field Kabuki. He has a house or two, or a cabin. Something with an antler room." Will says in annoyed tone but has determination on his face. "We're already looking at Minnesota steamfitters and plumbers and people with hunting licenses." Jack says, I realize something
"He has a daughter. Same age as the other girls. Same hair color, same eye color, same height, same weight. She's an only child. She's leaving home. He can't stand the thought of losing her. She's his Golden Ticket." I say walking off with Will heading to the rental car "What about the Copy Cat?" Jack asks "An intelligent psychopath, particularly a sadist, is hard to catch. There's no traceable motive. There'll be no patterns. He may never kill like this again." Will says annoyed with Jack. Will turns and crosses under the POLICE TAPE, tossing back: "Have Dr. Lecter work up a psychological profile. You seem to be impressed with his opinion." I snort at Wills remark
MINNEAPOLIS MOTEL ROOM - NEXT MORNING
Will wraps a robe around himself as he shuffles to the door of his and my shared Motel room. wiping the fresh sleep out of his eyes. He opens the door revealing Hannibal Lecter standing outside holding Three cups,a thermos and a small thermal food storage bag. I sit up in my bed rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and go to the door where will is standing. "Good morning, Will. Good morning, Y/n. May I come in?" Hannibal says as Me and just Will stare at him. "Where's Crawford?" Will asks Hannibal "Deposed in court. The adventure will be yours, mine, and Y/n's today. May I come in?" Hannibal asks once again, me and will step out of his way as he heads towards the small table in the room. A beautifully presented breakfast for three served on
tupperware containers on top of place settings. Freshly brewed coffee is poured into the three cups Hannibal carried. Hannibal peels lids off the tupperware dishes. "I'm very careful about what I put into my body. Which means I end up preparing most meals myself. A little protein scramble to start the day. Some eggs, some sausage." Hannibal says passing Me and Will our food. Hannibal watches Will and I take a bite of our breakfast scramble. "It's delicious. Thank you" I say, it truly is delicious.
"My pleasure." Hannibal smiles, He is genuinely amused and successfully hides it. "I would apologize for my analytical ambush but I know I will soon be apologizing again and you'll tire of that eventually so I have to consider using apologies sparingly." Hannibal say in a tone i just cant put a finger on. "Just keep it professional." Will says, I look at him with confusion as he looks at Hannibal with pointed eyes. "Or we could socialize like adults,god forbid we become friendly." Hannibal smirks at will, i chuckle. "I don't find you that interesting." Will states nonchalantly, "You will. Agent Crawford tells me you two have a knack for the monsters." Hannibal says, I smirk as i take another bite of my breakfast. "I don't think the Shrike killed that girl in the field." I say after swallowing that bite of food, "The devil is in the details. What didn't your Copy Cat do to the girl in the field? What gave it away?" Hannibal asks i shake my head "Everything. It's like he had to show us a negative so we could see the positive. That crime scene was practically gift-wrapped." I say wiping my eyes and taking a sip of coffee, "The mathematics of human behavior. All those ugly variables. Some bad math with this shrike fellow. Are you reconstructing his fantasies? What kind of problems does he have?" Hannibal asks curiously, "He has a few." Will says almost with a wink:
"Ever have any problems, Will?" Hannibal asks looking over at Will "No." he responds softly and annoyed, "Of course you don't. You Two and I are just alike. Problem free. Nothing about us to feel horrible about. I think Uncle Jack sees you as a pair of fragile little tea-cups, the finest
china used for only special guests." Hannibal states, Me and Will laugh and lean back and look at him with curiosity "How do you see me?" Will asks curious as to what the answer is, "The mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by." Hannibal responds "and Me?" i ask "You Y/n are the beautiful butterfly that needs to stay protected, otherwise when in danger the butterfly will die. Finish your breakfast." Hannibal says gazing at me
RENTAL CAR - DAY -
Will throws the car into park and begins to unbuckle his seat belt when he notices Hannibal smiling."what are you smiling about?" Will asks Hannibal raising one of his eyebrows, "Peeking behind the curtain. Curious how the FBI goes about its business when it isn't kicking in doors." Hannibal replies smiling, i let out a relieved sigh as i unbuckle my seat belt "We're lucky we're not doing house to house interviews. We found a little piece of metal in the clothes Elise Nichols had on. A shred from a pipe threader." I say, shrugging "Must be hundreds of construction sites all over Minnesota." Hannibal points out, Will shakes his head "Certain kinda metal. Certain kinda pipe. Certain kinda pipe coating.So we're looking at construction sites that use that kinda pipe." Will sighs, "And what are we looking for?" Hannibal asks curious "At this stage, anything really. But mostly anything peculiar." I say getting out of the car and head towards the trailer office. Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter step out of the rental car and cross towards the trailer office following behind me.
CAMPER TRAILER OFFICE - DAY -
flustered, mildly suspicious secretary named DIXIE stares at Will, Hannibal, and I leafing through pages as she talks on she phone in an ineffective hushed tone. "Two fellas and a chick from the F.B.I. They're going through drawers now. Putting papers in file boxes. Yes. They're taking things. No. They didn't say whe -- Yes, they can. what did you say your names were?" The secretary asks wearily Just then, Will finds a resignation letter of note. "Garret Jacob Hobbs." Will asks in a questioning tone "One of our pipe threaders. Those are all the resignation letters. Plumbers union requires them whenever members finish a job. I'll call you back." The secretary Dixie says as she hangs up the phone and scoots out from around her desk. "Did Mr. Hobbs have a daughter?" I ask placing my hands on my hips looking at the woman "Might have." the woman says suspiciously, I eye her analyzing her every move and noise. "Eighteen or nineteen, wind-chaffed? Plain but pretty? She would have auburn hair. About this tall." Will continues questioning her "Maybe. I don't know. I don't keep company with these people." she rolls her eyes and sits back down at her desk.
"What is it about Garret Jacob Hobbs you find so peculiar?" Hannibal asks Will as he looks over at us, "Left a phone number. No address." Will responds, i look over his shoulder at the file "Therefore he has something to hide?" Hannibal asks, Will shrugs not putting too much weight on the matter. "Everyone else left an address. You have an address for Mr. Hobbs?" I ask the secretary, Will, Hannibal and I haul file boxes from the make-shift office building to the trunk of their rental car. Hannibal allows himself to knock a box out of the trunk, scattering papers. Will and I stoop to pick them up. "I got it." Will says squatting down with me to start picking up papers. As Will and I pick up the pages, Hannibal returns to the make shift office Hannibal waits as the door hinges closed and latches with a CLICK, watching Y/n and Will clean up the mess he made. Satisfied, Hannibal picks up the phone with a Tissue. "You don't know me and I suspect we'll never meet. This is a courtesy call. Listen very carefully. Are you listening? They Know." Hannibal says
HOBBS HOUSE - CAR - DAY -
Will pops an Aspirin behind the wheel of the rental car. Lector and I unbuckle our seatbelts. Will thinks a moment before getting out. Hannibal smiles, a hint of excitement. Will and I walk purposefully to the front door, Will is trying his best not to look uncomfortable. Hannibal purposefully lags behind. Will and I are halfway to the door when it suddenly opens: LOUISE HOBBS Bleeding and wheezing, she is shoved down the porch steps in a heap, the door slamming shut behind her. Me and Will rush to DYING LOUISE HOBBS. Her alabaster skin in sharp contrast to the crimson pouring out of it. Multiple wounds puncture her torso and arms. She grasps haltingly for Us, streaking Me and Him with her blood. Her cold hand clutches My wrist as her body spasms. She's already gone and Will knows this and I know this. He pries her slick, red fingers from My wrist, trying not to see the last flickers of pain and fear exiting her face.
Will smashes into the door with everything he's got. It's hard to say whether the sickening crack was from his shoulder or the its wood frame. He gives it a well-placed kick, and another, splintering it little-by-little until he and I can stumble INSIDE. Hannibal strolls casually up the walk, barely glancing at the lifeless body of Louise Hobbs stepping deliberately over it. He pauses in the broken doorway, listening closely. The wild-eyed contrast to Dr. Lector, Will and I work our way from room to room, guns first. Adrenaline allows Us to ignore the splatters of blood defacing the walls and floors. "Garret Jacob Hobbs? F.B.I." I yell pointing my gun Me and Will stop cold at the sight before us as we move into the kitchen Garrett Jacob Hobbs behind his DAUGHTER, ABIGAIL, slashing at her throat. The wide-eyed girl has her weight against him, chin tucked down, gasping for air. TIME SLOWS TO A CRAWL as the SOUND YIELDS to the AMBIENT NOISE of My circulatory system.
Will raises his pistol. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. He fires into Hobbs's exposed upper chest, one after another. Hobbs doesn't go down. I drop to my knees and go to help Abigail, putting pressure on the wound. Will keeps shooting. BLAM. BLAM. With one last deep cut, Hobbs finally falls. Hannibal steps into the kitchen, his inscrutable expression suddenly registering genuine pity and regret as he sees ABIGAIL HOBBS Her struggle to breath underscored by the WHEEZE of air
through her slashed wind-pipe. I apply pressure to the wounds, scooping Abigail onto My lap. Will now beside me trying to help me with abigail looks up to see: GARRET JACOB HOBBS He hisses at Will Graham through dying, jagged breath. "See? See?" he whispers, Will's eyes are glazed. He's shutting down. Behind him: Hannibal moves swiftly to Abigail, addressing her wounds as she stares at her dying father even as her own life ebbs. I gently raise her glassy eyes to My own as Hannibal works. Will doesn't look away. And neither do I.
HOSPITAL - PATIENT ROOM - NEXT MORNING -
Will enters to find Abigail Hobbs integrated into an elaborate weave of life-saving technology. sleeping in a chair next to her bed is HANNIBAL LECTER. and in another Y/n. us both holding one of her hands, offering a tiny comfort. Will Graham quietly sits in the empty chair next to Y/n watching their unconscious care for the girl they all saved.
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Ok, Idk if it's just me but I can't stop thinking about the part in Anthony's letter where he asks if Ian even knows the real Ian... like, I think I'm crazy and tinhatty for seeing Ian as visibly repressed, but Anthony literally sees the exact same thing.
My very detailed thoughts are under the gifs and videos. Buckle up that's a long ass post. I put some of the parts i find interesting in the video.
First of I wanna start with comments like "oh i think Ian is emotionless he doesn't show emotions" he literally did. Watch the video. Don't just listen to his words look at his eyes.
No no no you're not alone. The more i watch him the more I'm like damn this man has a lot to unpack. Like you can see he has so many emotions but also is hiding them. At first people were like Ian is so chill, Ian doesn't care and I'm like HE CARES?? You can clearly see he cares, you can see he's affected by everything happening around, happening TO him. He's just so closed up so withdrawn even he himself doesn't know how to react to things. Just like he said he's the most chill-unchill person. He probably has a hurricane in his mind but he doesn't show it outside. I think it's because he was alone for a long time. He was definitely more open when he's with Anthony but after watching the video I think their friendship stopped being close when Anthony started dating his girlfriend at the time. Ofc there was probably some stuff between them they're friends since 6th grade, but the strings broke and they stopped being best friends probably at that time. And probably after this Ian started to press his feelings. Cause I think he tried to talk to Anthony about that person but it backfired so he stopped it all together. At the time he probably didn't have enough close friends and after Anthony left he was just alone in his thoughts. Ofc he had partners he had co workers, friends, employees but at that point he was already in a state where "it's better if i just shut up about my own feelings/emotions/thoughts cause they're wrong they're the reason my best friend leave me" and everything else, the company, the break-ups whatever it was all his problems, he's the boss, he had to take care of everything and he had to protect his friends/company and everything. He should be the one doing it without bothering others. And that's why he's now "chill" he put on an unbothered person mask to stay strong in the game. He built strong walls around his emotions. He hide them so much that he lost his ability to show his emotions in the meantime. He's an amazing listener, problem solver, perfect boss and friend and best friend probably but he's not good to himself. His feelings are pressed, he has a lot to unpack probably. Idk if Anthony and him talk about everything (i don't think tho i don't think ian could just trauma dump) and i feel like he has to. Not just talking about shit happened before like they say in the video, no he has to talk about his feelings, how he feels about what happened, how he feels now, is he hurt, is he heartbroken. Without a filter. Like he had to leave the labels behind and idk have an open conversation with someone(probably a therapist tbh) and realize that showing emotions is not weak or wrong. And he's not alone. Maybe he felt that way before but he has friends, he has a whole family actually. I really don't believe he's an emotionless person he's just so so introverted in his emotions. And he's lost in his insecurities.
First of all you can see he's emotionally unstable already when he said let's keep going because he's either afraid he's gonna show emotions(god forbid he shed a tear) or so emotional to talk about the subject.
"I don't think I would even recognize if I was being put through emotional turmoil. This is just so sad.
"That doesn't mean you weren't being put through it, that just might mean that you're shutting things off" Anthony explained so well in this sentence.
And this part i definitely agree with Anthony. "How do you know if I'm keeping it to myself?" Cause eyes never lie chico! We can see the sadness showing from them. The fake smile thing is like. Ok yeah I don't think he's fake smiling in every smile but i think when he's actually hurt he just smiles at the person hurting him. Even in this video there are so many moments that you can see he's upset he just smiles and moves on. Not wanting to make things worse or trying to keep everything going. Don't wanna mess up again. But you can't live a life like that. You can't just accept everything anyone is giving and not have a breaking point. Idk him so idk if he had that point already or he'd have that in the future but i know if he keeps ignoring everything and trying to push them aside it's burst. (It's not about Anthony leaving this is not about anyone else I'm talking about Ian's feelings)
And the last part yeah I think we know the real Ian. Cause even if he pushes his feelings aside he's who he is. Him hiding his hurt moments is not gonna affect anyone but himself.
Also wanna add I was so so upset when he said he thought Smosh was his and Ian was just a sidekick to him and even then Ian just smiled and kept going. It's so obvious he knows Anthony felt that way at the time. He's not shocked about this. He probably had his moments about that. I'm so glad Anthony realized that Smosh is not this and that Smosh is them together. And praise him every chance he has for that.
Lastly. I was really sad when Ian said "I forgive you" and Anthony laughed with "for what?" I think this was the only moment we actually see Ian trying to show his emotions and Anthony's joke makes it go away immediately and Ian smiled and hid his emotions again with "just kidding". Again this is all me just putting my thoughts out there but I think Ian deserved an apology or at least a thank you(which Anthony probably did them in private i think) cause he fought to keep Smosh together for years alone. So there was something Anthony could ask forgiveness for. Yes it was the best decision for Anthony and his mental health and it definitely helped him. And Ian could have left with him but didn't. But if he didn't try to stay and fight there wouldn't be a Smosh to turn back to. Wow that was dark.
Anyways this is me overthinking for something I shouldn't at fuckin 2am and I swear I have a life outside this. I just love analysing shit and talking about it ok?
#smosh#ian hecox#asks and answers#this is by no means me going thats exactly what happened its the truth or anything this is just me analysing shit i saw#take this with grain of salt#☀️🔍#in a way#cause thats the longest slow burn to history ever probably lmao#allegedly#i literally just write words im not their friends idk them#this is not me being parasocial#overanalyzing#very over LMAO#i should stop overthinking
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Some Tim Drake headcanon
I did some headcanon based in canon stuff and also random things, this is more around the batkids and Tim. Please respect
Tim likes to think of himself as a street smarth, but he's not. He is academically smarth, but not a street smart kid (he grew up in a mansion with several servants, even though he is hella neglected, he wouldn't know how to survive on the streets of Gotham in the same way that Jason, Duke, Dick)
(ok I noticed some confusion with my worlds here, then Tim Drake is a child from Gotham, his way of surviving there is a little different from his brother but he still would figure it out. That's what I was saying, thanks for the comprehension)
whenever Tim needs someone to talk to he looks for Dick, he knows that Dick will listening to him and his older brother will also give him useful advice/ help him solve the problem
He's afraid of having redhead fever from his older brothers (Dick being friend with Babs, Wally, Kor'i and Roy and Jason being friend with Artemis, Roy and Kor'i), not in a romantic way or anything, he just doesn't know how to explain how Dick and Jason attract so many redheaded friends
He fears info dumping someone when he talks; Duke once commented that he liked the smell of rain when it rained on very hot days, and Tim began to explain that this was due to a fungus. Duke just listened silently and then shy smiled. And only later did Tim think he had ruined the peaceful moment, as he noticed how Duke and Cass lay quietly enjoying the rain...
His relationship with Steph isn't that complicated, they dated in the past, but nowadays they both try their best to remain good friends
He tries to plan several cute dates with Bernard, but he always ends up overthinking so he chooses the simplest route, cinema and burgers (Kon and Bart helped him choose this as perfect date)
When Tim is having problems with Bruce, he always turns to Dick, knowing that his older brother will help him with whatever he needs
Tim regrets the beginning between him and Damian, not just the assassination attempts, but Tim didn't try to trust Damian and always accused Damian's people of being bad and had an offense towards Damian's origins (both were wrong, Damian in his trauma stuff and I dislike how "his people are evil" that DC wrote at that time)
He is secretly afraid of someone discovering the bomb in Nanda Parbat, yes there were murderers there, but it was a city that also had civilians there and as a hero he shouldn't put the lives of innocent people at risk (why does DC keep writing him like that???)
There are actually several theories in Gotham about why he doesn't age, some say he's a vampire and others say he bathes in the blood of innocents, no one knows who start these theories (Dick blames Jason, Jason blames Damian, Damian blames Steph, Steph blames Bernard and Kon and Bart blames each others)
his worst nightmare is being the only survivor of his entire family (again)
Loneliness can hurt him in ways no villain could, being alone can drive him crazy. Therefore, unlike his brothers (who can work alone), Tim tries his best to work in teams
Because Bruce and Tim were born into a rich house, they are out of touch with normal stuff sometimes
he really enjoys listening to Bernard's theories and sometimes encourages him with something stupid
Tim likes to think that If his mother were alive she would like Bernard
Tim is the only one in the family who shows concern about Damian's addiction to adopting animals, afraid that it will turn into something similar to Bruce
Tim learned a lot about motorcycles because he thought it would be a good topic to talk about with Jason
Tim has and listens to his emo playlist
Even when he hates loneliness, he can disappear for a while, either because he wants someone to look for him or because of something Bruce said. When this happend, he usually comes back when he is tired of being alone or someone go look for him (man this is pretty sad...let me write something...)
There was a time when he disappeared for a while, he hid in a safehouse outside the country and when he started to wonder if anyone would miss him the door was shut down, Damian, Jon and a girl in a white mask that he didn't recognize entered
"tt if I knew you weren't in danger I would have feared more" "what?" "come on, get on the Goliath, we have to go home" "did something happen?" "Batcow. Cows have a circle of friends and they can get depressed if a friend disappears
Ok Tim knew about cows due to Kon living on a farm, but he was extremely confused about being kidnapped rescued by Damian, Jon and Nobody just because the kids were worried about the Batcow mental health
Coming back was strange, since Bruce didn't even notice he was gone, but soon he felt Alfred the cat rubbing against him, Titus licking his hand and the cow mooing at him, Tim was a little happier to come back (I'm not good to write fluffly you guys are struck with this)
Nowadays Tim is very smug because he was the first of the brothers to fly in Goliath
Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick
#dc comics#batfamily#tim drake#damian wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#batfam#bruce wayne#batfam headcanons#batfamily headcanons#stephanie brown#bernard dowd
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Unfortunately, my grandma is the only person irl who shares my love of the Beatles, so we had a movie night and watched a Hard Day's Night and it was a blast! Here are some of my thoughts and comments on the film and some of my favorite parts/quotes (sorry if it's out of order):
• the opening is obviously iconic, I love how George and Ringo fall and almost get fucking trampled and we aren't even a minute in yet
• also the way John just laughs at them took me tf out, I love it
• "he's very c l e a n"
• Paul's grandfather was fucking helarious
• my grandma was singing all of the songs so loudly that I couldn't hear any of them 💀
• "Tell me, how did you find America?" "Turn left to Greenland"
• "What do you call that hairstyle you are wearing?" "Arthur"
• the entire part where George is mistaken for a teen model had me cackling
• "do not breathe on me, Adrian"
• "grotty" should be used more
• I love how the manager was basically just like a babysitter trying to take care of four out of control children
• I did not appreciate the Ringo's nose slander, his nose is beautiful
• Ringo's wack ass dancing was so amusing to me
• "Do I snore, John?" "Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son."
• John randomly oinking like a pig caught me off guard tbh
• Ringo being protective of his drums is literally me with my guitar
• "Put yer tongue away, it looks disgustin hangin out, all pink and naked."
• all of the songs were bangers, ofc
• all of the John in the bath scenes give me pure serotonin, I love his goofy ass
• me and my grandma sang a duet of And I Love Her when it came on and it was so fun and sweet
• I'm so sad that they didn't add "You Can't Do That" into the film since it's my favorite song on the album
• since I watched Nowhere Boy directly before this and almost cried, this line tore out my heart
• the scenes of Ringo with the kid were so random but also so wholesome
• the whole mistaken identity scene with John and the lady had me laughing and blushing, oh my God
• since my grandma is a George girl, she was simping hardcore during his song, it was so cute
• she literally yelled "I've got dibs on George!"
• my grandma also doesn't laugh when she thinks stuff is funny for some reason, so it was basically just me cackling in the otherwise silent living room the whole time
• she kept looking over to me throughout the film and finally said, "man, you're all over John the whole movie, huh?" 😭
• please, she can't talk, this women literally ran up to the TV and touched George's face 🤣
• okay, I know I'm going to sound delusional as fuck but just hear me out-
During this exact particular scene:
I swear to God, for a second I thought I could smell John through the screen. So, the whole room just smelled like nothing basically, but when the camera was on John straight ahead in this scene after he's talking to the lady in the hall, my senses just exploded basically. I suddenly smelled strong tobacco and cigarette smoke, along with a clean sweet smell and citrus. It's like when someone walks by you with a lot of cologne or something and you are hit by it? It was like that with the sudden angle change when it went to this shot of John. It was the weirdest shit. I know it sounds dramatic and like I'm making it up, but weirdly enough it's happened to both me and another family member a few times with other movies, but idk why lol. Then when John went up the stairs it faded away and didn't come back. No one smokes in their house either and there was no smell like any of that in the room before, so it was really weird but also oddly comforting. Anyways, I'm probably just going insaine.
#the beatles#a hard day's night#john lennon#ringo starr#george harrison#paul mccartney#my commentary#first watch#i love them#i'm fucking obsessed#i'm delusional#*intensely inhales John's scent through the screen*
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Now that I've slept on it, i gotta say, I don't think New's plan ever involved any of them surviving this, including him. I think his plan was to make them all admit to it, kill them, make Phee admit to his role in it, kill him, and then kill himself.
If... and that's a BIG if for me, since i'm still on my white is sus agenda, but if white is truly innocent, maybe he gets to live.
none of them are redeemable. some of them don't exactly deserve to die, but as an older sibling, i understand the rage New feels. in fact, i'm finding it a tad difficult to grasp how tame he's being about it.
and i see nothing wrong with him doing this for selfish reasons. this happened to him too. he lost his brother, his whole family because of these assholes. he gets to be angry and sad because of it. and he gets to deal with it in a way that helps him. it wasn't some sad accident that cause the ruin of his entire family, these cunts did all of this on purpose.
his comment that it doesn't matter what non would have wanted is valid af. non is dead (or is he), they made sure they ruined that boy completely, they don't get to weasel their way out of this piggybacking on his kindness. they don't get to use him for their own gain, AGAIN
AND JIN. do not even get me started on jin. mr nice guy whose first reaction after NOT confessing his feelings and finding out his crush has a boyfriend and then seeing said crush being raped by a teacher is TO FILM IT. even fluke was like wtf man. you know you're fucked in the head when even fluke judges you. fluke's been silent the entire time, about EVERYTHING, but this was the hill he decided to get judgy on.
jin was instrumental in getting non to go along with all of their shit. he was the nice friend who'd put his hand on non's shoulder, bat his eyelashes, and get non to do whatever the gang wanted. he talks big game about how they're mean in calling non greasy, and yet he never, not once stopped the others from bullying non. even fluke calls him out on it when tee drugs non and takes him away. jin get's all oh no they're taking non away and fluke outright tells him to do something about it if he has a problem with it... and surprise surprise, jin does nothing.
and phee, phee doesn't get to forgive jin. it's not phee's place to understand and forgive, phee washed his hands of non, he was done with him, and just cause he feels guilty for his last words to non doesn't mean he gets to absolve himself of his guilt by finding someone who's done non worse and forgiving him. that video ruined non's life. and even if he could come back from such a scandal (he was coerced (read raped), what fucking scandal, but that's a different conversation), that video was directly used to stop any chance non ever had of being found by the police or the police even looking into his disappearance.
and even if jin wasn't the one who leaked it, he was the one to film it. in fact, i repeat, it was his first reaction to seeing his UNDERAGE crush being raped by a teacher. had jin not been a colossal dick, that video wouldn't even exist in the first place, and no one would use keng to make it seem that non ran off with his lover.
also, i don't think non is dead. and i don't think white is there by mistake. and i'm sus of that friend of tee's. he got way too much screen time for someone who's supposed to be there just for exposition.
and that bob haired thug, the one that's all i don't know i don't know. SUS. last time someone didn't know didn't know nie huaisang took down meng yao and exposed all his crimes.
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What’s your stance on the Ashton hate right now?
ok so i've gotten a few asks abt this now and i will concede and answer this one because i love the insinuation here that I can have a stance like I'm a politician or smthn <3 thank u for voting and for this platform <3
I'm also going to take the opportunity to say this is entirely my stance, not what i think everyone should believe or i think is the "right" perspective or blah blah yada yada disclaimer disclaimer. no one come at me saying I'm forcing my beliefs on you. you catch my drift. if you disagree with me, that's your prerogative and i frankly just don't care very much.
that being said <3 lock in for a jessay <3
if we're being entirely honest, I think people in the modern age - especially twitter users - actively seek out reasons to be upset. they crave drama like bees crave honey. especially when it comes to ashton tbh. the man can't breathe right without people claiming he's being problematic so I don't put a lot of stock in general in anyone's opinions of him but my own, especially bc I'm in fandom for my own enjoyment, not for anyone else's !! so it doesn't much matter to me what they think of him. i don't value their opinions!
if you'll notice, fandom is a lot about curating your own special little bubble and here on tumblr, literally no one is talking shit about ashton that i follow. it's literally just on twitter that I've seen any hate because twitter is a cesspool filled with chronically online social justice warrior bullshit :) and there's a reason I'm not on there often.
i think hate like this is just point-blank stupid because, as I've said before and I will say again, cancel culture is fucking fake ! it is literally not real and it is invented by people who have miserable sad little lives and want to self-impose their issues and hypocritical views onto others to pretend that they're doing good in the world when, in reality, they're making it that much worse!!
now, don't get me wrong, i really don't mind someone saying to their fave, "hey, this thing you said was hurtful for X reason, maybe you could consider that in the future :)" but I've already seen people saying ashton should kill himself sdfghjk so ! i don't care much for any opinion they have because they undermine their own arguments by telling people to spread kindness by spreading cruelty. it's frankly moronically hypocritical and embarrasses me every time i go online and see it.
as for the actual reason ashton's getting hate right now, i don't personally think it's as big a deal as people pretend it is. and this is getting into my own personal perspectives of things and please feel free to disagree with me on this because i know it's a Hot Take, but i can believe and support victims while simultaneously thinking that anonymous twitter allegations are mostly bullshit.
all allegations against All Time Low were entirely anonymous from a twitter user with no evidence/support/timeline (and, yeah, a random user said there were "97 allegations" but when people asked where she got that number from, she literally admitted she made it up and deactivated her account. but that didn't stop people from just fucking running with the number) and when ATL threatened to press charges for defamation, all of a sudden this anon user disappeared with no further comment. but twitter went wild - as it often does - and completely exaggerated all the actual information given.
twitter spreads misinformation like a disease. that's just the truth. and im certainly not saying all allegations that originate on twitter are fake because they aren't but i am saying that people online need to support victims at the same time that they actually start thinking critically about things. twitter acts like it's "guilty until proven innocent" instead of the other way around.
that being said, i don't personally support ATL because i didn't listen to their music before so this doesn't affect me and - if there is the chance they're abusers, i don't really want to listen to them. But that doesn't mean i tell people to turn them off if they like them or something, or tell them to stop being fans. because it doesn't affect me and i, frankly, just don't care. people need to learn that supporting the artist and supporting the art are two totally different things. you can listen to a song you like without knowing every allegation the artist has ever faced. also, if we stopped listening to every song made by a problematic artist, I'm afraid there would be very little music left.
that's where this brings me to the fact that people are throwing around insane accusations like that ashton supports rapists which is a fucking insane thing to say about a) people who arent even confirmed/charged rapists and b) over the fact he literally just played a song by them? he was DJ-ing for an emo/pop punk night? people would have been shocked if he hadn't played All Time Low??
also, I'm sorry but are you going to boycott every single person and establishment that plays one of the biggest pop-punk bands ever?? if you walk into a store and hear it playing All Time Low, will you never shop there again?? where is the line drawn?
and finally, the whole thing pisses me off because people use it as an excuse to say that they stand with victims and that ashton is actively harming victims by playing All Time Low when, I'm sorry, but no the fuck he's not ?? and, in my opinion, this is actually does MORE harm to victims than it does good? it's all just performative crap to make yourself look "woke".
and, excuse me, but what have you actually done to genuinely fucking support victims other than tell some random rich man who you don't fucking know that he should kill himself for DJing at an emo night?? using all this time to "cancel" Ashton Irwin's privileged cishet male ass could have been spent actually raising awareness about rape or helping actual real life fucking people in your community? this level of vitriol doesn't help anyone. it's pathetic.
this is just my real problem with the internet in general is that people act like hate inspires kindness and education when it does the exact opposite.
so, that being said, i just think the hate against ashton is small-minded and embarrassing. it doesn't mean anything at all. and I'm going to keep enjoying tumblr where people aren't pathetically insane (they're funny insane) and we can just learn how to fucking enjoy things because the world is too ugly right now to not find beauty in SOMETHING, goddammit! i am in fandom to have fun. not listen to people bitch and moan about their uninformed, damaging views of what social justice is.
and i will also spend my time in my real life genuinely supporting victims of assault and abuse instead of just pretending i do on fucking fandom social media.
#mic drop#i said what i said#and i will say no more <3#if i get any more asks abt this <3 i shall not engage#but this one's for u anon#now back to ur regularly scheduled program#also ok i'll just say once again#i love ashton#and that's not going to change#so im going to keep posting abt this guy dfghjk#dont expect a public denouncement of him any time soon#pigeon#anon#tw negative#tw hate#tw all time low#tw atl
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