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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Class 1-A Boys Being Protective of You

Pairing: Izuku Midorya, Bakugo Katsuki, Eijirou Kirishima, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Mashirao Ojiro, Fumikage Tokoyami x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, comfort, soothing kisses, protectiveness, slight threats, public display of affection

A/N: Had this one in the draft for the longest time and it was mostly finished anyway, so me being sick I decided to finish this cause honestly I need some wholesome stuff to think about right now.

Deku knows a little something about people being bullies or just being pushy with what they want. He want through a lot because of that and won't tolerate such behavior in the slightest.

Before he might have been more meek or quiet but not anymore. Not when he has something, someone to fight for and protect. He's not the violent type though so he'd try to, and succeed very easily, at being menacing with his Quirk sparking around him and scaring your bullies away.

Bakugo has an explosive temper as is. He has gotten a lit better at controlling it but do you think he'd be able to hold back if he saw people being mean to you? Hell no.

He's already grabbing them by the shoulders and screaming into their face to back the fuck off or else the Number One Hero and his classmate won't be the only ones with burn marks. Once they run away with their tail between their legs he calls them morons before turning to you and wrapping his arms around you in a protective guesture.

Like Bakugo, Kirishima has a hot temper but he's more fired up about protecting you than beating living crap out of whoever is talking bad about you. That doesn't mean that he won't throw a few punches as a warning though.

Honestly one angry look from him combined with his body hardening can send most people packing. If it doesn't he will throw down no problem, ain't no way someone disrespecting you and getting away with it.

Tenya can act on impulse when he's really pumped up about something but he mostly maintains a cool head. He wants to prove himself as a worthy hero and boyfriend so when you walk together his protective instincts go into overdrive.

He keeps his arm around you, smiling at you the whole time and talking loudly and energetically, lifting up your mood. Even if someone does try to approach and they display bad intentions he can easily remove both of you from the situation by using his Quirk without causing much of a ruckus.

Denki is super high energy but he's also got an ego that can easily rival that of Bakugo. Because of that he often assumes that by his reputation alone no one will try anything funny with you.

If that does happen, while he can sometimes act like he doesn't handle fight situations the best no opponent is to powerful or intimidating when it comes to your safety. He'll even make himself go overboard if need be but that doesn't happen that often. He's very good at comforting you after the fact and does whatever he possibly can to take your mind off the incident, even if that means acting a little silly in the process. Doesn't matter, anything for you.

Shoto is very level-headed unless provoked. Angering him is like asking for trouble and people do it anyway just because they want to see a reaction from Endevor's son. Usually he doesn't mind however when you're involved it's a whole different story.

He will gladly show them what he's capable of by turning up the heat around them enough to make them sweat bullets while he shields you from it with his ice and body. Immediately after they're gone he'll pull you into a soft kiss and ask if you're alright, cupping your face in his hand like you're his whole world.

Ojiro might be a kind and gentle soul towards most people but he won't stand by while his girlfriend gets talked down to by jerks. He pulls you to his side with his tail and holds you to his chest, casting a deadly look to the people who were bothering you.

He'd rather settle it without resorting to violence but hey if they're being pushy he'll push right back. Hard. He's got enough sense not to go too hard on them, he doesn't want to kill them, but he roughs them up enough so they never think about harassing anyone ever again.

Tokoyami is a hard person to get to, his withdrawn demeanor sometimes makes even you guess what he's thinking. That being said there's no doubt at what he's thinking when he's face to face with your bullies.

People are scared of him already so combined with his Quirk he can look like the stuff of nightmares, or dreams if it you. Since he obtained his flying ability he's gotten better at taking you away from harm before things escalate too much but he can't guarantee that he won't make your bullies think twice about approaching you when he's around.

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wheels-of-despair · 7 months

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Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman are responsible for a Flour Sack Baby for a week. Shenanigans ensue. Contains: Attachment issues, googly eyes, goofiness, family fun time, actual parental figures being So Done with these morons. Words: 3k

"Jesus!"

The stack of papers Mrs. Baker had just dropped on your desk was so massive, a staple wouldn't have had a chance. They were contained inside a yellow folder. You opened it to reveal the ridiculous amount of worksheets that would soon need filling out, and looked to your left to find Eddie as wide-eyed as you were.

"I wonder how many trees died for this project's sins?" Eddie mused.

"Can it, Munson," the teacher said playfully. She was one of the good ones. You and Eddie had lucked out and ended up in the same health class together this semester, and today was Flour Sack Baby Day. Just before prom. Well played, Mrs. Baker.

After the last of the novel-length piles of paper were handed out, Mrs. Baker returned to the front of the room. "The packets are pretty self-explanatory. Do we need to go over the rules again?"

She was answered with a collective murmur of "no."

"Alright, come get your baby when I call you, then you can use the rest of today's class to start on the packets and figure out who's taking what shift. Birth certificates need to be filled out and signed before you leave here today!"

Three minutes later, the Munsons are proud parents of a flour sack baby. It's just a five-pound store-brand bag of flour with a "9/M" written on it in permanent marker. Your project has a number and a gender. Now it needs a name.

You open the packet and find the birth certificate. You fill out the parental information while Eddie stares down the bag of this week's responsibility. You can't wait to see how he handles it.

"Alright, pops, we need a name."

"Frodo Baggins," he says without hesitation.

"Frodo Baggins Munson? No way you were ever allowed to reproduce, I demand a paternity test."

"Fro-DOUGH BAG-gins. 'Cause flour makes dough. And it's in a bag."

You chuckle and fill in the rest of the flour baby's birth certificate without even bothering to argue. You both sign on your dotted lines, then you walk it to the front of the room to have Mrs. Baker approve it. She looks at the name, and then up at you quizzically.

"Sorry. His father's a terminal nerd. I pray it's not genetic." She laughs and signs the paper, and you return to your seat. Eddie has the flour sack in his lap.

"Alright, Baby Frodough, your birth has been officially recognized by The Man." You pat the top of the sack in Eddie's lap. "Now what?"

"I guess we divvy him up between classes?"

You decide to keep him for the morning classes, and Eddie would take him after lunch. You were usually together after school anyway, so that would be no problem.

"He needs something," Eddie says, staring at the flour sack he's now cradling like an actual baby. You're not sure if you want to laugh or kiss him. The bell rings.

"Like what?" you ask, shoving the packet into your backpack.

You can practically see the lightbulb go off over his head. "C'mon."

"Okay?" You grab your stuff, and Eddie's too, and try to keep up with the nerd darting out of the classroom with a sack of flour.

Three doors down, Eddie stands in the doorway to the art room. "Mr. Harris, do you have any googly eyes?"

"What?" you hear from inside when you finally catch up. You linger by Eddie's side in the doorway and see the art teacher eyeing Eddie suspiciously.

"Do you have any googly eyes?"

"Why?"

Eddie holds the sack of flour out and cries, "Our baby can't see how much we love him!"

You snort. Mr. Harris throws back his head and laughs. "Third drawer," he points to a cabinet, "knock yourselves out."

"Thanks!" Eddie grins, hugging Frodough close and heading toward the cabinet. You open it and dig through the drawer of leftover art supplies together, finally finding two eyes that were relatively the same size and a bottle of glue. Eddie places the flour baby on a table and bends over to glue his eyes on. "There we go. Hi, Frodough! I'm your dad!" He waves at the flour sack, then nudges you with his hip. "Introduce yourself!"

With a roll of your eyes, you give in, "Hi, Frodough. I'm your mom. I'm the normal one, obviously." Eddie's jaw drops in mock offense, and the warning bell rings.

"Shit, we gotta go." You pick up the flour baby and head for the door, both calling another "thanks!" to Mr. Harris on the way out.

"Bye, Frodough. I'll see you at lunch." Eddie lovingly touches the flour sack in your arms, mutters a "careful, that glue's not dry yet," then turns on his heel and walks in the other direction.

"…and goodbye to you too, dear! Have a lovely day! Bring home that bacon!" you call sarcastically to his back. He spins around to flash you a wicked grin before nearly running into a band geek and turning a corner. "Alright kid, guess it's just you and me," you mumble to the bag on the way to your next class.

At lunch, Eddie insists on holding the flour baby on his lap. He proudly introduces Frodough Baggins Munson to his Hellfire Uncles, who look at him as if he's grown tentacles. You hand off the flour sack and the folder at lunch, and much to your surprise… you kind of start to miss lugging that thing around during your afternoon classes.

After the final bell, you wait for Eddie as his locker. When you see them round the corner, you smile. "Hi, boys! I missed you!" Eddie grins back, seeing that you're ready to play with him, and leans down for a kiss. You hold Frodough as Eddie shoves books in his locker, and then head to the parking lot together.

"Should we have a car seat?"

"Shit. Should we?" You look at each other for a minute, then decide that you'll just wear a seatbelt and hold Frodough on your lap. You're surprised when Eddie actually drives the speed limit, but don't say anything. It's cute that he's taking this seriously.

When you get to your house, Eddie holds the flour baby at the kitchen table and works on the packet - the baby's whereabouts and activities need to be logged every hour - while you make snacks. The afternoon passes uneventfully as you work on other homework and pass the flour baby back and forth.

When you hear your mother's car door slam, you get a wicked idea. Leaning back in your chair at the kitchen table, you pull your shirt over the flour sack.

"Mom, we gotta talk," you grin when she walks in the door. She looks at the bulge under your shirt with wide eyes. Before she can ask for an explanation, you moan. "Oh god, it's coming. Eddie, it's coming!" He slides to his knees on the floor next to you without missing a beat.

"Push, babe! Push! You can do this!"

"AHHHH!" you groan as you push the flour sack from beneath your shirt into Eddie's waiting hands. He proudly holds it up to show your mom the googly eyes.

"It's a boy!" Eddie exclaims, face full of mock-surprise.

"Oh God, there's two of them," your mother rolls her eyes to the ceiling and tries to hide her smile. Eddie rests Frodough on your knee and remains on the floor by your side.

"How long is this gonna go on?" she asks.

"A week."

"Well, you'll probably save me a store run. One of my coworkers has a birthday on Friday, I think I might bake her a cake. Can I borrow some of your baby if I run out of flour?"

"Little ears!" you shriek, and go to put your hands on Frodough's ears. You hesitate. "Where are his ears?" you murmur to Eddie, who positions your hands where he imagines the flour baby's ears to be. "Little ears!" you say again, with your hands in the right place.

Your mother sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, still trying to pretend she doesn't find you hilarious.

"Can Eddie stay for the week? I'd hate for our baby to be from a broken home. Like me. See how weird and damaged I turned out?"

She places her bag in a chair, then leans against the counter and gives you both a calculating look. "Fine," she finally says. "He's here all the time anyway."

"Aww. You wanna hold him, granny?" you grin. Eddie plucks the flour baby from your knee, holding him out from his position on the floor so your mother can take him.

She glares. "Don't."

"Nana?"

"Stop."

"Maw-Maw?"

"Eddie, go home, you're both grounded."

You and Eddie both cackle, knowing he's not going anywhere. Finally, she takes pity on Eddie's shaking arms and picks up the five-pound bag he's been holding out to her through this entire exchange.

"This thing got a name?"

"His name is Frodough Baggins Munson. Like the Tolkien character. Emphasis on the DOUGH and the BAG," Eddie explains.

She looks into the googly eyes and says, "Sorry, kid. Your parents are total dorks."

Eddie is allowed to stay; on the condition that your bedroom door remains open, and that the flour sack sleeps between you. Neither of you has a problem with these terms.

Later that evening, you accompanied him home to get clothes and introduce Frodough to Wayne before he left for work.

"Wayne!" Eddie called when he stepped inside, needlessly, because Wayne was in the kitchen. "Meet your grandson!" He holds the flour sack toward his uncle. Wayne stares into the googly eyes for a minute, and like your mother, rolls his eyes.

"As soon as Wayne's eyes unstick, I need a picture of the Munson men!" you insist, holding up your camera. Eddie bounds over to Wayne, wrapping an arm around him and holding Frodough proudly between them while he grins for the camera.

"Wayne, you're not looking very happy about our little bundle of joy," you jest from behind the camera.

"Y'know," he drawls, "once upon a time, I thought you might be a good influence on the boy. Mellow him out a little. But I think it went the other way. Now there's two of ya."

"Have you been talking to my mom?" you ask, lifting your head above the camera's viewfinder. Wayne laughs, and you snap a quick picture.

The next day, you enlist your brother's help. For the reasonable cost of $5, he becomes your official family photographer for the week. Over the next several days, when you weren't in school, you embarked on a series of family outings. Very well-documented family outings. The three of you had the time of your lives.

You and Eddie took Frodough to the playground. There are photos of you three coming down the slide together, holding the flour sack on the monkey bars, and pushing him together in a baby swing. (Eddie somehow crammed most of his ass into the baby swing and took it for a test drive first, to make sure it was safe enough for little Frodough.) The three of you rode the coin-operated carousel in front of the grocery store. You went to the dollar store and faked a tropical vacation. You went to Lover's Lake and had a family picnic, checkered blanket and all. Frodough even got to share the Dungeon Master's chair with Eddie during a Hellfire Club meeting.

You'd never had this much fun with a school project before. Eddie didn't even complain about having to log every hour of activity. Taking care of that little sack of flour became like second-nature to you both.

And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, your week with Frodough was over. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little sad about it. You suspected Eddie was feeling it too.

That last day was a somber one. At the end of the day, you carried your sack of flour back into Mrs. Baker's classroom. Most of the other student-parents hadn't bothered to give their flour babies any personality at all. Yours was the only one with googly eyes. You stacked your completed packet on top of the pile, removed the battered Dio shirt that had been pinned around him like a onesie, and placed him with the other naked flour babies on a table by the window. You each patted the flour sack fondly one last time. You took Eddie's hand, wanting to walk away and get this over with.

"What's gonna happen to them?" Eddie asked Mrs. Baker, who was transferring quiz scores to her gradebook.

"The flour?" She looks up to see him nod. "The cheer squad is using it for the bake sale next week." You feel like melting into the floor. Eddie holds your hand tighter, and you share a dismal look.

"What if we want our baby back?" Eddie asks, returning his attention to Mrs. Baker. Your heart soars.

"Kids, it's a sack of flour."

"But it's our sack of flour," you respond stubbornly.

"The girls are picking it up after practice today. Sorry, guys." She closes her gradebook and ducks down to tuck it into her book bag.

He strikes like lightning.

Before you even realize what's happening, Eddie has snatched Frodough and fled from the room with a wild cackle.

"What in the world?" Mrs. Baker looks to you, as if you planned this. You reach into your pocket and pull out a dollar - well above Frodough's retail value - slap it on her desk with a grin, and chase the Eddie-shaped blur through the halls of Hawkins High.

You meet up with him at the van. You both lean against the side, laughing and trying to catch your breath.

"I think you just won the Father of the Year Award," you wheeze.

"What did she say?"

"What in the world?" you mimic. "And then I slapped a dollar on her desk and ran." You both erupt into another fit of laughter.

"Let's get the hell outta here," he says, coming to open your door. You slide in, he hands you Frodough, and you make a hasty getaway.

You soon find yourselves at Lover's Lake. You sit in silence for a few minutes, but eventually, you have to break it.

"What are we gonna do, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can't carry a sack of flour around for the rest of our lives."

He sighs and leans back into his seat, turning his head to look at you. "Then I guess we give our boy a respectable send-off."

He gets out of the van, comes to your side, and opens the door. He reaches out for Frodough, but you hesitate. "What are you gonna do to him?"

He smiles, reaching for you instead, and pulls you both down. You hug Frodough to your chest, and Eddie hugs you to his.

"You were a great flour mom."

"And you were the best flour dad," you mumble into his chest.

"C'mon," he says with a kiss to your forehead. With an arm around your shoulders, he leads you to the place you had your family picnic. He reaches for Frodough, and you reluctantly give him the flour baby.

Eddie turns Frodough so he's looking at you both with his not-quite-the-same-size googly eyes. "Frodough Baggins Munson, you were a wonderful son. You brought your mom and I so much closer together, and we had a fuckin' blast with you." You elbow him gently. "Sorry. We had a blast with you. We couldn't let you become cupcakes, especially cupcakes that would financially benefit the jockstraps of Hawkins High, so we've brought you here, to a place we know you love. It's time for you to go, but know that we will never forget you. On account of those three rolls of film we're gonna send off to get developed as soon as we're done here. But rest easy, Frodough. We'll see you in another life. Anything to add, Mom?"

"Bye, Frodough. You were a good flour baby. We're gonna miss lugging you around." That's all you have in you.

Eddie unrolls the top of the flour sack. "Ready?" You nod. He spins in a circle, dusting your picnic spot with flour. And more flour. And even more flour. When Eddie finally shakes the last of the flour out of the bag, it looks like he's standing in a snowdrift.

"Uh… so I guess five pounds is a lot of flour." You look at each other and crack up.

"Somebody's gonna come out here before this blows away and call the CDC or something," you laugh, kicking up a cloud with the toe of your shoe.

"Guess we should probably get outta here then," he grins, pulling you into his flour circle. You hold each other in silence for a moment.

"Thanks for this," you say quietly, looking up at him. "I didn't really expect to get that attached."

"Me either," he responds. "But I had fun this week."

"Me too. I don't think I've ever had this much fun with anybody. Especially when groceries are involved."

Eddie snorts.

"How are we gonna look Mrs. Baker in the eye on Monday morning?" you ask, face beginning to burn already at the thought of your upcoming embarrassment.

"Maybe she'll give us extra credit for being the only parents who refused to abandon our flour baby?"

You laughed.

But she did.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

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ynbabe · 1 year

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Lockwood & Co. Incorrect quotes, pt.6

Before Lucy

Y/n: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Anthony: Why would I do that? Y/n: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

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*The Squad is eating dinner* George: Can you pass the salt? Anthony: *throws Y/n across the table*

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George, after Anthony did something stupid: You should have realised, Anthony, if Y/n didn't kill you, I would have.

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Y/n: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk? Anthony: The final boss. George: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right? Y/n: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

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Anthony, in love: How do you do that? Y/n, after having done something dumb: I'm fearless. George, having introduced the idiots and now regretting it: When we were kids, I saw you run from bees. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. Y/n: I'm mostly fearless.

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Y/n: My aesthetic is "would be sentenced to the chair by DEPRAC."

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Y/n: Who hurt you? Anthony, always on the edge of a mental breakdown: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Y/n, pulling out ALOT of iron/silver weapons: ...Yes, actually.

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Anthony: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! Y/n: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long line of violence. Anthony: Oh... George, from across the room: *from across the room* I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

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Y/n: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch. George: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with. Y/n: Lmao, @Anthony.

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Anthony: I hate you. Y/n: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Anthony, after a fight with Y/n: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing her name to Y/n.

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Y/n, grave-robbing: I’m going to hell. Anthony, there for a case: Probably. Y/n: I'll pick you up? Anthony: *nodding* Carpool.

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Anthony, pissed : Y/n! I thought you were dead! Y/n, back after running away for a year: No, just in deep cover. Anthony, about to lose his mind: ...But it was an open casket. Y/n, little scared now: It was very deep.

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Y/n: Hold on, I can explain! Anthony: Really? Can you now? Y/n: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

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Since Lucy

George, trying to joke: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon. Y/n, expecting a ‘delivery’: Cool. George: Do you know who Joe is? Y/n: JOE MAMA! Anthony, not even looking up from his phone: Damn, that backfired.

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Y/n, just back home: Do you cook? Lucy: I made a cake once. Anthony: Yeah, it was good. Lucy: Really? Anthony: Don’t make me lie twice, Luce.

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Y/n, back from sneaking around for state secrets: Anthony! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Anthony, pissed at her: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Anthony: For most of human history, vehicles had automatic collision avoidance and could even take you home if you were asleep or drunk. But then we got rid of the horse. George: You complete moron. You stupid fucking idiot. "Cars would be better if they could bite and shit" – that was you just now, dumbass. George: "Wouldn't it be cool if cars could piss? Wouldn't it be cool if cars could fuck?" Fuck off. Y/n: It would be cool if cars could fuck. Lucy: We... We still have horses.

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Anthony, to Y/n, since they’re sharing a room,: I'm leaving for the weekend, so I hid 100 dollars in your side of the room for food. Clean your side and you will find it.

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Lucy: It’s funny how well you and George get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Y/n: George hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

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Y/n: I just found out from Lucy today that when I ‘died’ and George threw my weapons in the grave, Anthony said, “You should aim one at the coffin to be sure.”

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Y/n: I give up. I am so tired. George: Get the emergency supply! Lucy: *carries Anthony and throws him in front of Y/n* Anthony: *smiles* Y/n: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #George Karim #lockwood & co #x reader #lockwood x reader

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not-goldy · 3 months

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PJM's lurking Jikook blogs, get off your fucking selfish asses and defend JM the right way, for once. WTF is wrong with y'all? Letting TKK and JK solos set Jimin up every day and harass him and you all sitting there with your thumbs up your asses like its not our problem if people hate Jikook. Bitch yes it is. Jk is part of Jimin's life. He made this choice to enlist with JK and the least you can do is help report those vile fuckers or take PJM's off your profile. I will never understand saying why would we support Jikook, when we hate JK. Umm because Jimin loves him and that alone should be enough to at least defend his bond and decisions he makes with JK, even if you hate JK. If you love Jimin, you have to respect his decisions, end of discussion. You don't have to like it, but as a fan you do have to respect it. You are no better then TKK and JK solos right now, in fact you are worse. Running around looking like the most hypocrite fanbase in this fandom, given that you have PJM in your profile & Jimin is the most bullied and harassed and you don't wanna get your hands dirty and go after the real problem. JK is not the problem. TKK and JK solos and Jikook antis are. As fans, what you do does reflect on Jimin and Jimin is such an amazing and good human and you taint that reputation for him, everytime you belittle a decision he makes, cause you hate JK.

PJM's solution. Fighting hate with hate, instead of defending. You people have lost it. Example: A TKK started thread about how Jimin is a predator and makes JK uncomfortable. Instead of PJM's biting their tongue and putting their hate aside for JK for 2 seconds & defend Jikook's bond, that JK doesn't make him uncomfortable and enlisted with Jimin on his own freewill, something this simple to say, they instead make a thread of JK making Jimin uncomfortable in retaliation and saying he is the one harassing and stalking Jimin. Yeah, that'll teach them not to disrespect Jimin any further. Fucking morons. You had one job, defend Jimin and you failed. Jimin doesn't need you to trash JK when he gets harassed, he needs you step up and defend his relationship with his bandmate and treat it with respect. PJM's talk their shit, Jimin only has PJM's. Looks to me like he doesn't have your support at all. I thought PJM's were better then this, but they are too selfish to do the right thing, cause their hate for JK, out weighs their love for Jimin. I am so disappointed in PJM's. I held them to a higher standard. You don't have to like Jikookers or JK, but you can stand alongside and agree to protect him. Fucking cowards, to much of pussies to stand up against TKK and JK solos. I don't even like you MF's personally, but I will glady stand with you to defend Jikook, cause I however, do love Jimin that much. GET THE FUCK UP OFF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMETHING. Even if its a fucking email or supporting Jikook's show openly. Show them MF's they won't win.

The brain damage of them coming to spaces where both Jimin and Jungkook are loved to create unnecessary drama make enemies out of JM lovers- wish they would go bother Tuktukkers and pick fights with other solos and leave us the fuck alone.

When Jimin comes back I'm snitching on them fr

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nopointic · 1 year

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crying again out of happiness for megan because she's been through so much. so much. and i know i'm older than her by a few years but i look up to her. i really do. and i've been though shit myself and i always just quit my job after reporting the abuse, because every time i would report, a black woman in power would defend the black man i reported that did the abuse. and use their connections to the christian church to do it.

and i read that the parents of fucker that shot megan were in the court room screaming about the system being wicked and unjust because their son was convicted of shooting megan.

and i need y'all to understand that happens more often than you'd think. and people are so quick to say oh someone's mommy and daddy got them off and that's why white boys don't get in trouble for breaking the law, and i need y'all to know that ALL races do that.

i've seen it. i've cried with other girls who are not my race (i'm black) that have seen it with their own eyes.

it's a problem. too many nonwhite people keep saying it's not fair that their nonwhite sons are being punished for crimes because white people aren't. and that's not how ANYTHING should work.

i want ALL people who commit crimes against others to be held accountable for their actions. that include people with my own skin color. and it sickens me to my fucking CORE that i have to say that. that anyone has to say that.

it's heartbreaking being a black woman and hearing your community say well the white guy didn't get in trouble, so why should our black men get in trouble. they have it hard enough.

that is fucking sick on so many levels.

i pray every day for megan and all of us who have suffered abuse and harm from men in our own communities. i pray that we all heal and get justice one day.

and i pray for our journey towards healing be safe.

please stand up for black women. please stand up for women. this includes trans women because i know how y'all work on social media and i fucking REFUSE to leave out my girls who are like, girls. like i hate i have to add this at the end of posts i write because so many are like "ahh not those TRANS" and i'm like... you're a fucking idiot because i said women. and that included people who identify as women you fucking moron.

anyways thank you megan for not allowing the hate to get you down. and i hate that we've both wanted to die after being abused by men in our communities because our community chose to protect the abuser over believing us.

may the goddesses always protect you megan and may you find peace here on this earth now even though we don't know what we're up against especially as black women, and know you're so loved by so many of us. from the bottom of my heart, i am so proud of you and you give so many of us courage to keep speaking out, even through tears.

thank you. <3

#Megan Thee Stallion #black girl excellence #misogynoir #black lives matter #yes all women

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3, 6, 19 and 21 for Valtor and 2, 4 and 25 for Daphne from the character ask game? 🙏

Thanks for the questions!

Valtor:

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

How overpowered he is. This is literally the crux of pretty much every issue with him. I'm going to take them one at a time.

First off, it is ridiculously easy for him to just get what he wants. He barely encounters any obstacles at all, especially when the Winx aren't there to fight him. This creates inconsistencies with the backstory. If it is this easy for him to steal magic and he's so powerful, it is hardly believable that he wasn't doing this before he was imprisoned or that if he was doing it, the Company were able to limit the damage he'd do (especially since the leftover Company members seem so powerless against him in the present when they should be even stronger as fighters after the 17 years they've had to acquire wisdom, experience and to develop their magical abilities further; make it make sense!). And not just that. The idea that he can just waltz into both CT and Alfea, take over the first and dispose of the head of the latter, not to mention what he did on every other world he set foot on, erases any kind of stakes from the story. It implies that he cannot be stopped by the authorities. So why is he hiding then instead of taking over the world since nothing has given us the indication that there is a force that could stop him? Leaving that issue aside, he just succeeds too easily, which makes everyone else look like weak, incompetent morons and doesn't help him either. Most of the places he robs of their magic were hardly protected at all when making him struggle a little but still succeed and outsmart his enemies would have done much more to highlight his power and cunning. They just go about building him up as a threat in the wrong way.

Secondly, he starts to unravel so badly from 3x18 onwards. The minute they introduced the Agador Box, it was game over for him and his credibility as a villain. This might seem to go against the idea that he's overpowered as the Box seemed to be a plot device demonstrating that he, too, is limited. But the truth is that nothing they'd shown before has given us any indication that power could ever become too much for him. The Box doesn't make sense when his goal was always to collect power and he himself never gave any indication that he was getting overloaded in order to foreshadow his need for it. The truth is that they needed a way for Winx to defeat him after they went overboard with his abilities and the Box was pretty much it. All his spells go in, then with the help of some fairy dust all his spells go out. Boom! Problem solved. By a cheap plot to get rid of the virtually invincible villain they created. If they'd set some limits from the start, this literally never would have been an issue. I'd actually argue that it makes way more sense for him to come with preexisting limits installed by the Ancestral Witches. After all, they wouldn't want their creation somehow amassing enough power to overthrow them and possibly kill them. It would have given him something to overcome and been a much more organic way to keep him at a power level that wouldn't require them to turn him into a pathetic wet cat for the Winx to be able to defeat him.

And lastly, I think his invulnerability contributes the most to people misinterpreting him. I have seen Valtor stans swearing up and down that he is composure personified and so in control of himself, which just... isn't true. Valtor is calm and collected for the majority of the season not because that is who he is as a character but because there is nothing that can oppose him and truly stand in his way. Think about any instance when something doesn't go like he wants it to, be it mind-controlled Ediltrude and Zarathustra telling him Griffin is trying to escape in 3x11, the Winx and their teachers failing his plan to kill Bloom in 3x14 or the Trix laughing at him in 3x25. His instant reaction is violent anger (less so in 3x11 but super evident in both of the other examples). Really, his composure is proportionally tied to his excessive power that no one else can challenge. And in those last episodes when it becomes clear his power is not going to be enough, he's not unraveled completely yet because he's exploiting everyone else's emotional weaknesses such as siccing the Trix on Bloom in 3x22 under guise of letting them fix their mistake from 3x20 and lying to Bloom he's absorbed her parents into his body in 3x23 to save his skin. He still believes that he can win because he's holding the better hand but once his spells are scattered in 3x25 and he loses the Trix as his minions, he goes completely off the rails. That is to say that his power is a crutch and limiting it from the start could have afforded more opportunities to explore his character, make him more interesting and compelling if he has to struggle and isn't allowed to keep his composure this much.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Being obsessed with Griffin

Too many things for comfort. Definitely the pride that easily crosses into arrogance. Recently someone told me that they've noticed I can act quite arrogant and I was like "We know but hey!" I'm pretty sure that it's not in the grand proportions in which it is with Valtor though so... at least I have that going for me. 😅

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Well, that's easy. I HATE what they did with him and the Trix. Okay, he wants to keep them under his thumb by making them bicker with each other but a) that shouldn't have worked after the previous season and what happened with Darkar and b) why would he feel the need to manipulate them when it's never indicated that they can be a threat to him? I am a firm believer that they should have leaned way more into the fact that the Trix are descendants of the Ancestral Witches. They could have mostly kept his strategy of divide and conquer but with the added bonus that he is implied to be mega uncomfortable in the Trix' presence because of how much they remind him of the Ancestral Witches. That would have done wonders for his character and saved that particular subplot. His discomfort with the Trix would perfectly foreshadow his confrontation with the Ancestral Witches in 3x26 and could give us context of why Valtor is amassing so much magic (to ensure he'll never be under his mothers' thumb again). It'd give more depth to his character and make him feel more real when there is a negative situation he's desperate to avoid.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

My favorite thing is to have him be wrong about something/have someone else (usually Griffin) get the upper hand on him, lol. I think you can easily infer why from all my ranting in the first question so I'm not going to rehash that whole thing again here. I'll just add that it's really satisfying to watch someone wipe his smug look off his face. 10/10 would recommend at every possible opportunity. (Quick note: the way his defeat was handled on the show wasn't even cathartic because they had already torn him down so much since 3x18 through the script itself that Winx didn't really get to crush him in a satisfying way, especially considering how personal he made things for them during the season.)

I don't like having to write his speech patterns because I am always second guessing whether he sounds the way he's supposed to. He does have a more formal way of speaking and I have to remind myself of that constantly. It's a struggle to keep his dialogue in character and I am not a fan of that. But like everything, it gets easier the more you practice it.

Daphne:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That's so tough considering how badly canon treats her. I'm still unclear on whether her being the previous Keeper of the Dragon Fire is just one dub's version or canon all around. While to me that's always been canon, I'm gonna be very controversial with my unpopular opinion - my favorite thing about her is that she was resurrected. Yes, season 6 could have hardly treated her worse and yes, they probably brought her back for Bloom's sake, not her own but I am happy regardless because it pisses people off Daphne deserves to be more than just the ghost that died for Bloom's sake. Her season 6 storyline may suck but it is the first time that the show has treated her as her own character rather than as a prop for Bloom's story and I support that idea. I really wish people would think about that instead of insisting that Daphne stay dead just because the show dropped the ball with the execution of her revival.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Oh, ouchie, that's a tough question. It may be because of my long-standing obsession that's currently been kicked into motion again but the first thing that popped into my head was The Hunger Games. There is just a great similarity between Daphne and Katniss both going above and beyond to protect their little sisters. And thinking about this a little more in-depth, that would actually do Daphne a very big favor because it will allow her story and feelings to be explored like they never were on the show. If she were the main character just like Katniss is, she doesn't have to be sidelined for the sake of focusing on Bloom. Daphne will be the center of the story which will allow us to witness her journey and more of her character. She would still be defined by her sacrifice for Bloom (so her character won't be warped beyond recognition) but she won't have to be contained and limited by it. She can have her own story and be the main player in it, have her trauma explored because that is one of the central things The Hunger Games focuses on.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Oh, it's impossible to remember what my first impression was because it's been about 20 years since then. But I am positive that I always loved Daphne! However, now I am able to appreciate the nuances to her character and all the potential that she has. She's definitely one of my faves and deserved so much better!

#winx club #winx valtor #winx daphne #ask #solisvia #winx meta #meta

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Darlin’ and Asher interactions were everything I needed. Enjoy a Circa late 2017-early 2018 fic! 1.8k words

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“—mean, c’mon. What was David thinking? Like, sure, he’s a young alpha but he’s responsible. But Ash for beta?” Christian was saying as he and Miguel walked past on their way to their seats for the pack meeting. “He should have at least picked me. I’d know what I’m doing.” Milo, standing directly opposite me, went stiff. Our eyes met and flicked to Asher at the same moment. He’d been standing between us.

A worry line creased between Asher’s eyebrows. Those warm amber eyes fell to the worn-down carpet.

I clenched my jaw and balled my fists. I turned to go after them. A hand snatched my wrist. “Tank, don’t,” Ash said quietly. I twisted to look at him. He was still staring at the floor. “They’re not worth the fight.”

“I think you underestimate what I find worthy of a fight,” I growled.

I broke out of his grip and stormed across the meeting room.

“Tank—” Asher tried again. I dodged and slipped between Milo’s parents after Christian.

When I reached him, I shoved him hard in the back. He whirled around with a snarl. “What is your problem—mutt?” he spat.

I scoffed. “Oh—my problem?! What is your problem, prick?” I retorted. “If you’re gonna say something like that about your pack beta, you should at least have the dignity to realize it’ll have consequences.”

David stepped into the corner of my vision, but a fair distance away. Eyes locked on my... conversation. He wouldn’t intervene. Not yet anyway. He was still finding his footing as a 24-year-old alpha—was he 24? I couldn’t remember—and didn’t know how to balance on the line between alpha and best friend.

I didn’t have that problem.

“I didn’t say anything,” Christian said.

“Really? You’re gonna give me that excuse? You grew up in a pack of shifters and you think I wouldn’t hear you? Give me a break. You can’t honestly think I’m that stupid, can you?” I squared my shoulders. “Now. Go on. Say what you said straight to my face and take the consequence like an adult, yeah?”

“What, does the pack beta need you to fight his battles for him?”

“You are such a childish bully, you know that? An argument like that shows extreme immaturity—so, yeah, David was right to not choose you. You’re a moron. Please repeat what you said about my friend so I can give you what’s coming to you.” I glanced back toward Ash to see Marie and Colm each holding one of Milo’s wrists to keep him from joining me. Ash was standing behind the Greer family with his head down, warm black curls hanging loose in the air off his forehead.

David stepped closer. “Tank. Back up,” he said quietly. “Now’s not the time for a fight from within the pack.”

“Did you hear what he said about Ash?” I growled. David’s expression faltered for a moment. He hadn’t. “I’d be happy to repeat it.”

“Sit down. Both of you. We have a meeting to start,” David ordered.

I bared my teeth and snarled at Christian before stalking over to my place in the circle by Milo’s family. Ash padded quietly to go sit next to David. My blood boiled as he sat as far away from David in his chair as he possibly could. Six months ago, he’d sit as close as possible and practically drape himself over David’s shoulder while goofing off.

Now he sat with his head ducked, hands wedged under his legs.

My blood boiled.

I spent the entire pack meeting glaring at Christian with a low growl building in my chest, but never audible. That Australian prick never met my eyes. In fact, took great pains to avoid doing so.

I felt Milo nudge me a couple times, like he was trying to get me to stop glaring, but he never said anything more than a whispered, “Tank,” that I ignored.

After the meeting I leapt from my chair and followed Christian out of the building and into the parking lot, shoulder checking him hard as I stormed past him and whirled to face him. “How dare you talk about Asher that way?” I spat. “He does nothing but care for this pack—where do you get off being such a prick?”

Christian faked a pout. “Awww. The two left behind by their parents are banding together now, are they?” he mocked.

Magic surged through my body, half-shifting me enough that my teeth turned to those of a wolf’s and my snarl was feral and animal. “Don’t. You. Dare.” My nails were claws when I balled my fists. “I chose to stay in Dahlia when my parents moved back to Washington—and so. Did. Asher. Because we love this pack. It’s our family too. The family that matters the most to me. So try me one more time and I’ll put your throat in my teeth.”

Christian painted that stupid arrogant smile on his face. “You can try,” he said. He moved to step around me toward his car, patting my shoulder.

I grabbed his wrist and twisted, locking his arm behind his back and kicking one foot out from under him, knocking him off balance. I kept his face from hitting the asphalt but didn’t care that I spilled him down onto his front on the ground.

Then I shifted, keeping one paw planted on his wrist on his back. I growled low in his ear.

The door to the building burst open. “Tank!” Milo shouted. I heard Marie calling my name and Colm telling me to calm down. I ignored all of them.

Christian wrenched his wrist out from under my paw and shifted himself, twisting beneath me to snap his jaws at me. I huffed out my snout. What an idiot—baring his underbelly and his throat to me.

I lurched to attack both weak points, my teeth closing over his neck. His whole body locked up. What’s that about “try?” I taunted down the mental link. I think you forget I can wipe the floor with you—doesn’t matter that you’re older than me when I’m better than you.

Christian growled. You got the jump on me.

No I didn’t. I’ve given you plenty of warnings tonight to keep your guard up. It’s not my fault you’re can’t pull your head out of your own ass to know when someone else is fed up with your bullsh—

Enough!

I let go of Christian’s neck in time to twist and see a massive black wolf with green eyes burning like fire leap clean over all three Greers and land hard—but smooth—on the asphalt between them and me and Christian.

David.

I kept my teeth bared and didn’t climb off Christian. David, he’s mocking your choice, I snapped.

David stepped right up to both of us and shoved me in the shoulder with his head. Remember your place, Tank, he retorted.

I climbed off Christian. Reluctantly. My place—is between this prick and Asher, I spat before shifting back to human form, whirling, and stalking toward the pack. Several of them took a few steps away from me. Like they always did. I grabbed Asher around the shoulders in a hug before dragging him toward my motorcycle. I popped the under-seat compartment open and handed him my spare helmet. “C’mon,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

Asher just held the helmet for a long moment, staring at it, while I put mine on and swung my leg over the bike.

“You coming, Talbot?” I asked.

Asher scrambled to get the helmet on and climbed on the bike behind me, putting his arms around my waist.

David was back in human form. “You are not dismissed, Tank!” he shouted as I gunned my engine to life.

I revved the bike and hit the kickstand with the heel of my boot. “Kiss my ass, Shaw!” I called before peeling out of the parking lot. Sure David could shift and keep up with my bike for a while, but he wouldn’t risk covert like that. He was the alpha now. Too responsible or something.

Several blocks away from the building, I turned when we stopped at a red light. “Where do you want to get ice cream?” I asked.

“What?”

“We’re getting ice cream. Where do you want it from?”

“I heard you the first time. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Okay. Where we going?”

“Remember that parlor like down the road from Max’s Rustic Pizza?”

“Say no more!” I beamed. The light turned green and I pushed the bike back into motion before giving the engine much throttle.

The tension in Asher’s muscles eased out a little the longer we drove, and soon enough we found ourselves on Moon Valley Lane. Max’s was bustling, like always, but the parlor was quiet. It was a weeknight. I wasn’t surprised.

I killed the engine and hit the kickstand into place. “Whatever you want. My treat.”

“That’s a dangerously open-ended invitation.”

I snorted. “You had a bad night and you’re my friend, you ass. I’m not great at making people feel better with words. Ice cream is the best alternative.”

He laughed as we both climbed off the bike. “... Thanks, Tank. This... this really means a lot.”

“It’s just ice cream.”

“No. I... I mean... y’know. Standing up for me. Christian’s not worth it.”

“Oh I know. But you are. You’re my friend.”

I grabbed the door by the handle and held it open for him. He stayed out of the way as someone stepped out. “Oop. Sorry. Thanks,” a low voice with a Southern accent and a vampire’s aura said before stepping swiftly out of our way toward a bright red truck. Ash ducked into the parlor. I cast one last glance at the vampire’s back before following after him.

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“Wasn’t that the turn to get to mine and David’s place?” Asher shouted over the wind.

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you take it?”

“You’re coming over for a sleepover!”

He started laughing. “Why am I not surprised?”

Back at my apartment, I dragged the mattress from my bed into the living room and started pulling the cushions off the couch and loveseat. “C’mon. Like we used to when we were in school.”

Asher joined me, lining the cushions up. “You’re so mad at Christian that you’re having a sleepover with me. He must have really pissed you off.”

“He did. No one gets to talk about my friend like that and get away with it,” I replied.

He chuckled. “Thanks, Tank. Really.”

I shrugged. “What are packmates for? You’re my brother, Ash. And damn anyone who says otherwise straight to Hell.” I gave him an affectionate noogie. “Now I just need to go find wherever I stored my spare blankets.”

Ash laughed.

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Edit, Tag List: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Asher #Redacted Darlin'#Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic #Asher Talbot #Darlin'#Asher #featuring #Milo Greer #David Shaw

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allzelemonz · 1 year

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Free Comics: Stuart Bloom X Male Reader X Barry Kripke

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 5: Love Triangle Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Barry is an asshole, Stuart stares a lot, Reader enjoys Silver Age DC, mentions/hints towards sex, hint of poly ending, Captain Sweatpants being a good guy Summary: Stuart and Barry are both flirty towards you, but when Barry finds out someone else is flirting with you he feels the need to do something about it. You have no problem laying out their options for them.

When Barry first noticed the number of comics increasing in your house he just thought you’d gotten a raise. When you told him that the comic store’s owner had a crush on you and wouldn’t let you leave without a free comic, he kinda got a little angry.

Angry by Barry’s standard is confrontation heavy. So you just refused to let him go to the store with you and told him it wasn’t any of his business. Barry has had every opportunity to ask you out, but he never has. Instead he lounges around as a friend with a special interest in if you’ve flirted with anyone on a given day.

So when Barry shows up at the store you don’t even notice right away, you're too enveloped in your new issue. Barry enters with one intention: get the guy out of the running for a thing he’s never going to have the courage to do. He looks around the shop and spots you in the back, from there he finds the owner to be the guy leaning on the counter with his head resting on his hand as he stares at you.

“You Stuart?” Barry asks.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Stuart stands up straight - well, straight for Stuart. “That’s me.” He gestures awkwardly with his hands before dropping them back to his sides.

“You’re the owner?”

“Yeah, can I, uh, can I help you with something.”

Even as he talks to Barry, Stuart still tries to catch a glimpse of you through the one other person in the store that has decided to stand just perfectly to block his view. Barry sighs in annoyance.

“I’m gonna need you,” Barry takes a step to the side, further blocking Stuart’s view of you. “To stop flirting with my boyfriend.”

“What?”

“You’ve been giving him free stuff. I wouldn’t be complaining if you weren’t trying to get in his pants.”

Stuart lets out an awkward laugh and raises his hands slightly in defense. “He never mentioned he was dating anybody.”

“I’m not.”

The men both turn to see you, freshly completed comic book in hand.

“You’re not?” Stuart asks.

“He is now.” Barry wraps an arm around your shoulders, earning him an elbow to the ribs.

“One, I am not dating Barry. Two, Stuart is just as welcome to flirt with me as you are. Three, if either, or both, of you want to ask me out properly without being morons, I will be looking through the DC Silver Age.”

As you walk off and begin rifling through the case of comics the men look at one another. Barry holds his side, still in pain from the elbow you gave him and Stuart finds it hard to stop the heat rising to his ears.

“Who do you think can get over there faster?” Stuart wonders out loud.

“Nah, I have an injury. We’re not doing this.”

Stuart looks at the ceiling in thought for a moment, then back at you and takes his chance at rounding the counter. Barry beats him to you due to the shorter distance. Before either of them can speak you hit Barry in the head with a comic. Not rolled up, you’d never do that to a precious classic issue like the one in your hand.

“Key word, properly. If neither of you are going to focus on anything other than possessiveness, then we can work this out later.” You lecture as if they’re toddlers.

“He started it.” Barry mutters.

“Shut up, Barry.” You snap. “Stuart, I’m free on Friday. Barry, I’m free Sunday.”

“You’re gonna go out with both of us?” Stuart raises his eyebrows with the question.

“Show me what you’ve got.” You put the comics back in their box. “Unless you both want to come with me right now for a movie that could lead well into the night.”

There’s a suggestiveness to your voice that keeps both of them quiet as they think it through.

“Screw it, let’s go.” Barry caves first.

“Hey, Sweatpants, lock up when you’re done.” Stuart tosses Captain Sweatpants the keys and follows you and Barry out.

Captain Sweatpants, being the dutiful citizen that he is, flips the open sign to closed and checks himself out before turning off the lights and locking up behind him. He takes the keys with him, knowing he’ll be here before Stuart tomorrow morning.

#stuart bloom #stuart bloom x reader #stuart bloom x male reader #barry kripke #barry kripke x reader #barry kripke x male reader #the big bang theory #the big bang theory x male reader #the big bang theory x reader #x reader #x male reader #tropes #tropesgiving

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https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/729317893590990848/you-would-see-for-yourself-i-think-if-you-ever

Sorry, I don’t know the whole context of this, so forgive me if I’m missing the point a bit. I’m doing some inferring on what the OG quoted post might have been, but it made me think of something.

I think there is some truth to actually being at a con to understand the atmosphere there, like CE cons (or Comic Cons, to be fair). Different cities gave different atmospheres for sure and some are worse than others, but for the most part, people treat the actirs fine in ops and things.

It’s definitely true that Jared gets some shitty people wearing insulting shirts or giving him the cold shoulder on their ops. Utterly unacceptable, and this kind of thing should be squashed, but that requires having workers who pour over social media because some insults are more obscure (while others are obvious). But then we also see that Jensen gets insulting morons, too, only many of them are too dumb to realize they are insulting him, or no one taught them not to be creepy weirdos. Anyway, my point with this is that both a Jared and a Jensen get some shitty interactions, and both seem to get them from Jensen fans. But, despite these examples, most people are nice at cons, the dicks are the exception. Things often look miles worse on Twitter or wherever than they were in person, so I agree with the idea that someone has to be at a con (like CE) to fully get what it’s really like. Again, not excusing bad behavior.

On the other hand, those people who deliberately cut Jared out of answers at panels, while dicks, I guess unless they actually insult him, there isn’t a rule that you have to ask both actors a question, it’s just common courtesy. However, for the attention whores who use their time to gush over Jensen ("I worship the ground you walk on" 👀), or who monopolize the actor’s time by trying to have mini convos (people asking Food questions or ask them for food recommendations at local places tend to do this a lot) or who tell whole ass stories about themselves (or stand on chairs to literally show of their stalker-level tattoos) need to be stopped by CE Staff or volunteers. If this is too uncomfortable for " the volunteer" con workers who aren’t really permanent fixtures at each con, then they need to hire people running the mics who are permanent abd who aren’t afraid to shut people down on the spot.

I’m glad your con experience seems to have been very good, and that they made the rules for questions explicitly clear from the start. And people respected them.

I think one problem with CE is the fact that they just have the band play between panels when a staff member should actually introduce the guests and remind the audience of what is not allowed. CE seems to rely too heavily on the actors, or band, to do the heavy lifting like transitioning between panels, and that can put them in awkward positions if they are supposed to lay down rules for the audience.

Anyway, sorry fir the ramble. I guess in short, I just wanted to chime in that most CE con-goers are either nice, or at least mind their own business, but I agree something needs to be done about the shifty ones. And CE really needs to get more serious about informing their own rules.

Oh yeah, I agree! I don't think I ever mentioned that there were a ton of people doing crappy things at CE cons, just the minority who do exactly what you talked about. If it wasn't clear, I just think that having only Jared at a multi-fandom convention weeds out the few who do make it a point to be rude towards him because they are there to see the other guy. (I don't know what Jensen's going to do when he's on his own. Hopefully, there are enough GA fans to drown out the AAs.)

"CE seems to rely too heavily on the actors, or band, to do the heavy lifting like transitioning between panels" I would say this is a cost-cutting measure on Creation's part, but I suppose if the contract with the band includes managing panels, then there's not much that can be done. And it wouldn't really be that hard for Rob or Rich, or any other band member to address the audience at the beginning with the rules, but apparently no one likes to be seen as the disciplinarian.

As for Creation, I would love to know if they've actually enforced any of their rules in recent years, particularly the ones listed below.

#ask box #anti aas #anti toxic fans #yes - who are the minority #anti jared hate #anti jensen obsession #anti creation entertainment #laughing at the line “declined at (the actor's) discretion”#the actor doesn't want to be the asshole who said no #Creation needs to learn to say no #before the actor even knows what's going on #long post

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felinaone · 2 years

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The beginning

Paring || Jake lockley x F!reader

Words || 3k

Warnings || swearing, violence, mentions of deaths and guns

Summary || after one encounter with him, you can't keep meeting again.

You sighed looking at the wall clock '9:30 pm' finally your shift was almost over, having two jobs is really something isn't? if you were honest you liked more working at the morning coffee shop rather than the night steak restaurant why? well very simple it so happens that you work with your boss daughter Sarah which wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't such a fucking moron! not only does she whine about practically everything, repeating that she doesn't like working here and saying costumers don't have patience with her when taking a order but she's also been having this habit of leaving you in charge while she goes with her boyfriend almost every night and on top of that your boss thinks that she does everything he tells her to do, why do you not tell your boss about this? easy. he always believes everything that comes out of her mouth one time you didn't take a order she wanted you to take for her and went straight to your boss accusing you of 'not following orders when she is the next ceo of the restaurant' and he believed of her course.

you huffed, you would to see her try doing a goddamn steak without burning it for being to distracted on her goddamn phone. looking in front you saw the burrito place maybe you should go and check if they have work vacants it looks better than here for sure, good now you are craving a burrito

You were lost in your thoughts when a hand moving in front of your face along with an annoying voice snaps you back to reality “helloo? Did you hear me? that table wants two medium rare steaks and some pasta with sauce of the house” she says snapping her fingers in your face “isn't that your table? why don't do it yourself? I'm busy.” you answered her as you kept folding the fabric napkins.

She snorted “doing what? you literally been standing there like an idiot for like five minutes.” you gripped the napkins and before you could respond she added “bedsides i can't. I'm leaving in three minutes I have a date with marcus tonight so you are in charge” she said grabbing her purse to leave but you stopped her before she could do so “we are still open for half an hour, you can't just leave like nothing there's still a lot of clients” you crossed you arms clearly annoyed “so? That's not my problem go tell willam to help you I'm leaving.” and with that she leave through the front door leaving you fuming all you wanted to do now was scream in the pile of napkins but william entered the room looking at you with your head laying down on the counter “sarah leaved you again in charge didn't she?” you nodded in response “don't worry i will help you with the last clients before closing” you smiled at him “thanks will but you really don't have to I can close by myself it's fine” he patted your head laughing softly “it's okay I'm going to hospital later to see daisy anyways.” you got up from the counter “how is she?” you asked him hopeful. “well the doctor says if everything goes well this week she can finally get out of the incubator and come home with us.” you patted his back happily “that's good news! I told she was going to be healthy”

he chuckled “i'm glad you were right, now let's get back to work we still have a lot of work to do.” and with that you both ended your shift.

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You checked the time in your phone "10:25 pm" “god it's really late.” you told yourself locking the restaurant door and walking your way home, you were almost half way when you heard a screams “they seem in trouble why don't we check hm?” a familiar voice startled you, even after years of you telling her to not do that she still does “bast you really have to stop doing that, one of these days you are going to kill me from a heart attack!” you protested as you hurried to the dark alley.

When you arrived at the alley you saw the man that was trying to kidnap a girl and they both turned to you “leave, this is none of your business bitch!” the man told you grabbing the girl tighter “i will just say this once LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE.” you gritted your teeth as your eyes glowed gold transforming in your Bastet form, your face now with a black with gold cat mask adorned with a white long dress covering all the way down to your ankle.

“what the fuc-” the man trowed everything as he started running but you chased him hitting his face with your fist and then his abdomen two times, you didn't know what came into you even if he begged you to stop you just wouldn't.

After some minutes the man was now unconscious and the girl was nowhere seen when you saw car lights passing by, turning to see who it was you saw a limousine driver with the front windows down glancing at you astonished, he was gorgeous. Curly black hair, big nose and those stunning dark eyes that could look through your soul, you were to lost in your thoughts that you haved forgotten about your hands covered in blood with the man you are grabbing by his shirt unconscious as you realize the situation with wide eyes you felt frozen in place as your grip on the man loses.

coming back to reality you breath heavily, turning back and running from the scene as you did you hear a distant voice shouting “wait!” but it was too late you were already gone.

You arrived at your apartment still agitated not only from running home but also your body still is in panic, you shouldn't have transformed at least not in front of others.

you opened the door of your apartment hoping no one sees you like this hair all messy from the fight and hands with dry blood, sighing you enter the room

“you liked him don't you?” bastet asked you sitting on your bed ”i don't know what you are talking about.” you try to avoid the question entering your bathroom

“don't try playing dumb with me little one, you liked that driver in the alley” you huffed trying to sound offended “i Don't, i mean who did you even come to that conclusion?” you protested washing your wand and changing into your pj's, a black tank top with black shorts as well.

“Leaving aside that you were very obvious, I felt it when we were transformed.” she confessed getting up from the bed “Y/n this is the first time i have seen you like this since that little kid you used to play with until-”you got out of the bathroom tying your hair, cutting her mid sentence

“until my adoptive parents decided they had enough of me and they kicked me out of the house Yeah bast i remember Steven.” she didn't say nothing, she just stared at you and you touched your temple trying to calm yourself

”look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound aggressive but you don't have to worry about me! I'm fine” you try to resure her with a smile “besides i won't see him again! So why bother? how about we go to sleep and forget all this happened hm?” she sighed “ very well then good night” and with that you both went to sleep.

The next day

You wake up and get ready for your first shift in the coffee shop

On your way to work you felt a strange vibe, you couldn't put your finger on what it was but it felt almost cold and if you were being honest you started feeling paranoid turning your head back from time to time when you were walking to the Bus stop.

When you arrived to your work that feeling didn't go away if anything it just felt more persistent, you opened the shop door turning back one last time before a coworker greeted you.

“hey y/n, sleep well last night?” She waved her hand chuckling at her own joke “Is it so noticeable?” you grumble putting your grey apron you were not in the mood for emily's jokes today “either that or someone broke up with you like diane last week.” you heard a "hey!" coming from the storage area it was diane, they both started laughing after and you started cleaning the countertop and other areas to start selling.

today the cafeteria did not have as many customers as usual for the same reason even emily and diane wanted to close early they were debating whether to do it or not when the bell of the store rang, it was a customer and when you turned to attend to him you felt as if you had seen a ghost, it was him! the limousine driver from Last night.

playing with your hands nervously you prepare for the worse. What if he recognized you and tells your coworkers about your secret? what are you going to do!? will they even believe him? He's too close to escape now. turning to look at him you put on your best fake smile and greet him “welcome to Cafe bean! How can I serve you today?” he looked at you confused even your coworkers stoped talking to look at you.

“you good? you look sweaty.” he asked with a smoky accent Pointing all of you with his index and middle finger

“yeah never been better, so what is it going to be? a frappe? tea perhaps?” you answered trying to avoid eye contact

“nah give me a large Americano would ya?” you started typing his order in your system “sure, anything else I can get you?” he turned around to see your dessert counter “you got anything vegan?”

you try to remember what you got vegan but your nerves aren't really helping you right now “uh, we got bleh- blueberry muffins, dark chocolate muffins or brownies” he thought for a moment before answering you.

”i'll take the blehberry muffin” he smirks as you finished taking his order, he then proceeded to pay you “okay, to what name would your order be?” you asked clearing your throat with his cup in your hand to what he simply responded with a “Jake” before leaving to sit at a table

You start making his order when a voice in your head talked to you “you said we wouldn't see him again.” bastet sounded worried but you can't answer her right now with your coworkers watching you, finishing Jake's order you walk to him putting his order on the table and leaving as faster you could before he could tell you anything else.

Jake glanced at you one last time before grabbing his cup smirking for how you wrote his name 'Jake ♡' he took a sip to his cup whispering “gatita miedosa” as he leaves the coffee shop.

When you got back to your coworkers they started freaking out “oh my god! What just happened there?” emily grabbed you by your shoulders shaking you “yeah! Do you like that guy?” diane added looking at you “i don't what are you two talking about i was just working.” you get out of emily's grip avoiding the questions and they both looked at each other.

You we're finishing cleaning the shop when diane asked you something “say y/n would you like to go with us to a party tonight?” you shrugged your shoulders “eh.. I don't know Diane I'm not really a party person.” she grabbed your arm looking at you with puppy eyes “Come on, don't be boring i'll just be a small Party! What do you say? please” she begged you and you were too embarrassed to say no “okay, i'll go” she smiled “yay! I'll send you the address later okay?”

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, why didn't you just say no? You should haved told them that you got work tonight! they don't know you don't go to work today. You could have been resting right now if you weren't such a people pleaser “y/n are we going to talk about the man in the coffee shop?” bastet manifested next to you “it was just a coincidence that's all” you told her holding two more outfits on front of you “hm I'll believe you for now but that man doesn't give me a good feeling, he seems... peculiar” she tries to warn you while holding your hair.

after trying many outfits on you finally decide for a long black v-neck with strap's dress and some ankle strap heels as you finish grabbing your stuff your phone rang, it diane she send you a text with the direction

Diane: it's here, we will be waiting for you outside don't be late! ;)

You left her on read getting out of your apartment to get a cab, Minutes later you got one. you getting in showing the driver your address.

it took you like twenty minutes to get there, he then parked outside a club and you looked at him confused “um sir i think you got the address wrong, you see they told me this was a small party and this doesn't seem like a small party..” you try to explain nervously but the driver didn't say so you payed him and got out of the cab looking around to see if you spot diane or emily.

the minutes pass and you don't see no one so you go ask the guard on the door “Excuse me sir, have you seen two girls named emily jones and diane lewis?” he took a glance at you from head to toe “y/n l/n?” you gulp “ yes that's me” you responded Sliding your hands anxiously into the strap of your bag and he opened the door for you to get in.

Not only is this your first time in a club but this club specifically is huge. it has all kinds of colored lights plus two floors to which you suppose the second one is for Vips and a dj on the middle looking around see more than two hundred people on this floor, this was just too much and you don't see any of your 'friends' as you turn around to leave a guard grabbed you by your arm

“hey don't touch me!”

you try getting out of his grip but another guard grabbed your other arm taking you to the second floor “wha– who do you think you are? leave me alone!” getting up the stairs they trowed you in dark room where the only light shining was the moonlight's through the big window on the ceiling, landing on the floor you get up slowly when a mirror revealed a man behind it “greetings miss l/n” the man smirked maliciously at you.

“who are you?” you clenched your fists standing in a fight stance

“who i am it's none of your business but the person you killed was someone special to me.” you huffed, what was this man talking about? “I don't know who you're talking about, I haven't killed anyone!” the man got up from his seat getting close to the mirror hitting it in the process and you flinched “don't play dumb with me girl I know that you killed him in the alley, he was MY BROTHER YOU–” he then stopped yelling fixing his compusture “that doesn't matter anymore I'll make sure that when your death you'll wish you never interfere in my business, open the doors.” he sat down again and two long doors opened on your left

“meet my friend destruction, i think you two will have fun” a man almost two foot tall was walking to you and you transformed in your Bastet form making a protective bubble as he came running and he started to hit your bubble.

“bast! any suggestions?” you asked her using all your force to make the bubble last

“we will have to fight! just do what i teached you” she told you as the bubble was starting to crack “fight?! That's your best suggestion? it's been ages since I last trained!” the bubble finally cracks and the man tries to punch your face but you dodged him by jumping on his back while trying to choke him by the neck.

Between the struggle he managed to throw you on the air but you settled down and fell on your feet gracefully “is that all you got big man?” he grunted getting a dagger out of his pocket swinging it at you

you were able to dodge some of the punches at first but you inadvertently took a wrong turn on one of the punches to which he was able to make a cut your cheek and then punch you on your left eye as you were trying not to fall he grabbed you by the waist throwing you against the wall taking the oxygen out of your lungs on the process.

as you tried to breathe a commotion was heard outside of the room followed by gunshots, the tall man the was going to hit you again now on the floor but he turned around to see what was going on outside when another man came through the door breaking it, he was dressed in a full white suit with gold moon ornament on his chest plate.

He started throwing moon shaped boomerangs at the tall man and punching him after some minutes he kicked the tall man out of the room unconscious as he went for the one behind the mirror breaking it to then he stab him various times with his moon boomerang on his head until he stopped moving.

your vision was starting to fade from the lack of oxygen and everything was getting blurry as the moon man came your way with his hands full of blood and the last thing you saw was him calling you

“hey gatita levántate, vamos no te desmayes ahora!” he grabbed you by your Chin calling out to you

From there it all became dark to you with only the moonlight shining on both.

Author note: hi! this is the first chapter of the series i hope you all like it and also this is my first time writing fight scenes i hope they're not that bad, I'm still working on them 😅 comment if you want to be on the tag list that's all for now byee <33

{Y/n: your name}

{L/n: Last name}

{translation: gatita miedosa = scared kitty}

{2th translation: Hey kitty get up, come on don't faint on me now!}

Tag list: @avatar-of-ammit @nicepeony

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whumpster-fire · 1 year

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Okay listen, Nathaniel Bartseq is a dick and a moron, but the other day I saw a claim that basically all the problems in Amulet of Samarkand, including the first Simon Lovelace incident, were caused by Nathaniel being an arrogant little shit, which is like... noooo?

The problems in Amulet of Samarkand were caused by:

Simon Lovelace, a full-grown adult who could call up powerful djinn at the drop of a hat, feeling the need to bully a 10-year-old kid, refusing to take even the slightest L when said 10-year-old was smarter than he expected, and physically attacked him for saying the slightest word in his own defense. Nathaniel did absolutely nothing rude or arrogant until well after Lovelace and co, three grown-ass men, asked to have him called into the room, then started insulting him and grilling him with every intention of using his failure as further ammunition to humiliate him. And to make Underwood look bad (as if Underwood needed any help looking bad. I'm sure Lovelace had plenty of ways to flex on this guy without involving a child).

Arthur Underwood, for... well okay, in the moment publicly coming to Nathaniel's defense there would have been a disaster for them both, but Mr. Underwood absolutely fucking set his apprentice up for failure by being content to sit back and let him be fed endless propaganda about the "Honorable Magician," leading to Nathaniel being hopelessly ignorant of the political realities of the situation. This is a man who locked a six year old in a room full of imps that he'd ordered to terrorize and torture him to make sure it was driven into his skull from Day 1 how dangerous "demons" were, but what, learning how cutthroat and brutal magical society is wasn't age-appropriate? Like, "keep your head down and don't rise to goading from enemies who are more powerful than you, pick your battles" is such a vital lesson for a young magician, and he apparently just didn't bother with it. I'm sure Schyler and Whitwell were / would be terrible abusive masters but come on I think they would have made an effort to teach their apprentices "social skills for magicians" from an early age because they'd anticipate this kind of shit. Seriously like there are many, many things Underwood could have down to avoid or mitigate this entire situation, or at the very least to make the lesson Nathaniel took from this "Other adult magicians are dangerous and I must interact with them just as carefully as with a demon. My master is not omnipotent and cannot protect me from pissing off a guy like Lovelace any more than he could protect me if I scuffed the pentacle we're both standing in during a summoning" instead of "My master cannot and will not lift a single finger to protect me because he is a weak spineless coward and because he hates me and does not care about me." The amount of psychological damage that could have been avoided if Underwood had gone: "Yes, he's an asshole and I know he's an asshole, but you cannot confront assholes with power this recklessly. Count yourself lucky you learned this now because if you pull a stunt like that as an adult you will die" instead of making Nathaniel feel like he was being completely blamed for trying to protect himself. Literally the only person in this book who actually gave Nathaniel genuine guidance about how to survive in magician society without sugarcoating it was Bartimaeus (well, and Lovelace, but he was planning on murdering him immediately afterward), and that's pretty sad.

#bartseq #nathaniel (bartseq)

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woodchoc-magnum · 2 years

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L*ne St*r Hate Watch 3x15

Disclaimer: Hi, if you love the show, please don't read this, have a great day

We're going to need a healthy dose of Eddie Diaz to get through this:

I am completely unspoiled so let's go

Some wannabe outdoorsman has stabbed himself in the thigh.

Okay so here's the situation, because I wasn't going to go into much detail but then the show ramped the grossness level up to 11 so now I have to talk about it – he was trying to stab an "alligator lizard" (no idea what that is) to grill up for his dinner (or, as we call it in Australia, his 'bush tucker'), and the lizard went onto his thigh and he stabbed himself with his big knife.

The twist is that the alligator lizard is currently inside his leg.

Yeah.

Also I'm eating popcorn and regretting choosing to eat whilst watching but anyway mistakes have been made and we just need to continue on

Tommy is using the patented "poke it with your finger" technique for extraction

Owen is still in therapy for his rage

The therapist is going to use "EMDR" on him and I actually know what this is, because my friend is a psychologist, and one time she went on this big rambling thing about how this works and my brain fuzzed out

I love her but it was a lot

Owen has seen a "clown nose" as part of his EMDR therapy and there was a kind of a flashback to a picture of a clown

So this is going to be a whole thing isn't it

Owen has "clown trauma"

We are actually having a second emergency this early in the episode and it's a fire??? Crazy

Okay so there's a dude trapped in the gym in this burning building, and the 911 operator in charge is not Grace – it's the guy from that episode ages ago who Grace absolutely hated. Remember the guy who stole her lunch? That guy.

Anyway so the dude trapped in the fire is not doing well and can't find an exit, things are looking very bleak

The fire is now in the room with the dude and he is saying his goodbyes

When I say bleak I mean bleak

Dude just said "Thanks for trying" and the phone cut out, so… bleak.

Grace is now trying to empathise with the other 911 operator (his name is Dave, I need to remember that) and she's even invited him over to dinner okay interesting

Oh now we're checking in with the world's most healthy couple, and TK has brought home the alligator lizard??? What a moron

Carlos is pissed

Judd and Grace are such wonderful people and they're trying their best to make Dave feel better

Owen is trying to disprove that he has "clown trauma"

(he definitely has a problem with clowns)

Dave has spent the night at Grace and Judd's house uh oh

He is planning to sleep on their couch for a week and JUDD HAS INVITED HIM TO STAY (some kind of a plumbing issue)

Oh god Grace is going to murder them both

He used all the hot water, she's going to kill him

Also it's very obvious that American writers have written this British character (Dave's British) as he has just offered Grace "bangers and mash" for breakfast.

(for the Americans - bangers and mash is sausages and potatoes, it's a meal you would eat for dinner, not breakfast)

Omg I think we're getting another emergency? And guess what you guys – this time it features a clown!

The clown has fallen through a wooden playhouse and Owen is glitching out

A little kid has just called Owen out for being scared to his face, burnnn

Owen is having a full on panic attack

Also this is the first scene Rob Lowe has had with other members of the cast all episode, and in saying that, he is standing well in the background

Marjan and Paul have had approx one line each, Mateo… maybe one or two?

This show does a really bad job of featuring all the cast

Back to the world's healthiest relationship and Carlos still looks so pissed off? Oh shit the alligator lizard has escaped

Well who the fuck didn't see that coming

Because why? TK is a fucking moron

So my question is why the fuck wouldn't they just get like an iguana or some kind of other bearded dragon or something

The lizard is on the lam and Carlos is very, very pissed off

Grace has gone to Tommy's house to get drunk and escape Dave, it's a solid plan

So now their baby has taken her first steps without Judd and Grace there (Dave was babysitting) and Grace is really, really fucking annoyed

Also this baby is how the fuck old and already taking her first steps?

How old are babies supposed to be when they walk anyway - I just googled it and the answer is "between 8 and 18 months old". This show is crazy, that baby isn't even six months old the fuck

Oh great we're back to Owen in therapy

This episode has been super fucking boring ngl

The root of Owen's clown trauma is his father booorrrring

Okay so the dad walked out on the family when Owen was 12, so ten bucks says we're getting a reconciliation by the end of the season

Grace is about to break up with Dave

But also I think Dave is going to break up with Grace first??

He is accusing them of being SMOTHERING this is the FUNNIEST THING EVER

She may actually murder him.

Dave does not want to be around people and honestly? Mood.

He only stayed because he thought they needed it HILARIOUS

Checking in with the happiest couple in the world and Carlos is still pissed off!

Ugh I thought maybe they'd end this on an argument but nope

"I love you and I love how big your heart is" UGH give me a BREAK

He's so pissed off all episode and now it's just like "I love you for rescuing the the lizard" get real

This show remains stupid.

Okay so... yes, there were emergencies in this episode, but the rest of it was really boring.

Interestingly, though, I think Grace and Judd might have the A-plot over Owen this week? If I had to guess I'd say:

A-plot: Grace and Judd (and Dave)

B-plot: Owen & his therapist

C-plot: TK and his lizard

Everyone else (except Gina Torres) had maybe one or two lines each, if that.

And look if this show was just entirely about Grace and Judd living their best lives I'd be totally fine with that - at least their plot was funny.

It's just interesting how Rob Lowe really wasn't in any scenes with anyone else from the cast - except for one scene with Tommy, at the clown emergency, where he stood off to the side. It's crazy how separate he exists from everyone else in the show? Idgi.

Anyway, three episodes to go!

Eddie Diaz to close this thing out:

#lone star hate watch

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the-firebird69 · 17 days

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They don't want us to get along they don't want us to make an agreement to pull out these ships they don't want these ships out and who's they well we got some hefty groups against us the empire and they don't really need the ships the clones and a friend who we don't know what to do but those two big groups are big enough to stop all of us we can't agree on anything we're all not going to get anything we're going to get kicked out of here and the pseudo empire thinks they're going to get some and they probably won't Florida are known Factor we know where they are they know where they are I don't know why we can't just do that we're doing nothing with our time but sitting here and listening to this burnt out retard Trump was killing his own family all the time I don't want to deal with this stuff the guy cannot be listened to you you'll listen to what I say this guy doesn't want an area here that's his problem he has an area it's not really huge we should stick him down there and let him go ahead and try this is ridiculous I cannot believe we're not doing it but really he says the groups are too big for us and we fall for tons of stuff we're at each other all the time this guy John remillard has found gears to go backwards with he's going faster backwards than he's ever gone forward and we say it too but the boys disgusting

Bja

We don't have any end-all plan but everybody's kind of right I keep going backwards and not trying to do anything and the empire doesn't want these ships in our hands because of the caverns and the bunkers and that's how you get there and ships too we can preach tons of chips and we really should work something out and he says if I go into my area bja might try going into his area and we both tell the pseudo empire to go into their area and leave it alone and I don't think we tried it that way we were up in their areas

Trump

I think it would work and will tell them their areas are clear and we clear their area by starting in our area and they have to go fill it in so someone doesn't take it

Bja

I'm going to try and go to our areas to do this but he says we should sit and meet and we probably do that

Brad

We're going to have to level with ourselves we need this damn things and stop saying the dumb s***

Bja

You have our areas and we know where they are and you guys are in them it doesn't seem like you want to move and you're not doing the job it's horrendous stinky f****** crappy place already and now you're sitting around me shittier and shittier and everything's filling up with a s*** downtown I can't believe how much s*** there is down here whoever you assholes go to s*** all over the place but really go to your dumb areas and start doing it is a good idea then you won't have s*** everywhere it'll just be where you are you like it so much for Christ's sake

Daniel

This place stinks everybody wreaks everybody's breath is terrible he has dog breath it's not the same he's a baby and I say this is so weird we know where our areas are and what kind of in those areas and spreading into them and was suggesting that you start doing the projects and we are going to f*** you up if you stop our projects we can't stand you that's so God damn stupid they haven't tried yet but Jesus Christ every freaking time will pack a f****** morons comes over you're not doing your own work you don't have what it takes get the f*** away from us but he says is get in your goddamn area shut the f****** take the ships out blast the mother f****** if they come to your area it's justified and my people should monitor and say look get the f*** out of his area we're sick of this toddler s*** that was him everybody is sick of it and it's a good idea take the ships out and hold people off of the ships you'll be forced to take him out of your f****** areas is a good idea to go to our areas and I see how it might work we might actually survive

Michael tew

I do understand something he's been coming up with stuff this is the best yet and it probably will work we have a great way to fuel and we can pump them out and we can defend our areas and say go to own areas and get your stuff or there's going to be a war going to be dead we're not stopping you and we'll send orders to ours to get the hell out and we have more areas but hey Google and that's the way to work it and Mac got the idea and you know what it's how you guys operate

Ken

And really this is hell this kid is making fun of us no matter what I can find a him when we look like huge jackasses all that s*** doesn't say anything except for b******. You he's saying the girls are going to ban me from Tijuana and really they probably should but I'm going to change it I can see them throwing up their areas and we can't get there they're filling them up we're going to go to ours before bja gets to it so I'm so s*** you're going to let the s*** out of there before our stupid s**** get ruined I was seen it with clogged pipes like a stupid sinuses cool toys been saying for 2 days I'm going to sit here on top of a huge hunk of s*** we're going to get the hell out of here all these jobs you need a little ships you need them yesterday you're getting there you f****** fuel them you run a line 20 miles you feel them you pull the line out no you launch your shifts and get the f*** out of there then you pull the s*** out why is that so hard you have to do one at a time 5 mi at a time why

Trump

Into the whole thing of course special equipment and the substructure won't hold it but still it should you can do 5 miles so you're right you do 5 mi on 20 of them can you get them the hell out and you just keep doing it as soon as those things take off you don't have to move the pipe just don't hit the thing and if you do it and you move down the line it's going to build up everywhere the clothes wanted the empire wants it

Ken

There's a huge number of people trying to help no we're asking for help okay we need to get this organized you ladies keep giving this s*** upon s*** trying to help us get to our areas and and don't p**** foot around with it say get down there and get it done stuff like that we have a huge pancake breakfast it's scrambled eggs and bacon big thing orange juice and a small coffee and we're going to be there I mean must be a little positive but you know they're pushing out of our areas and our people need a place to go and he's saying just order them to go there and just sit there and they'll figure it out we get that

Trump

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[OOC: This is another long boi post. Let's do this, shall we?]

[After Cherry snagged Suicune from outside Opelucid, the pair had made their way back to the location of the party. As they walked (And flew) to the door of the bathroom, they heard a faint noise, but they could barely make out that it was... crying?

Cherry rushed to the door, and began violently shaking the knob, much to Suicune and several humans' chagrin. Even further distressing them, she used Dragon Rush to ram the door open after realizing that just opening it wouldn't work. When she saw who was there, both she and Suicune were stunned.

In the bathroom laid Guy, who was too shocked from Cherry's abrupt entrance to continue crying, at least for the time being. His costume was a wreck. While it wasn't torn, the wrinkles and folds now in the suit said that that wasn't from a lack of trying, and it appeared that Guy had thrown the mask into the bathtub as well.

Guy's fur was a much darker blue than it had been up to that point, and his Miltank-lick that was once Dewott colored was nearly pitch-black. While he had left his helm outside in some bushes, his seamitars and the midsection of his tail were also a dark-blue, with the former containing that same stripe as before.]

...

..."Full... Cowling?"

[Guy tried as hard as Arceus would allow him to fake a smile, but Cherry and Suicune weren't buying it.

Cherry grabbed Guy's hand, practically yanking him upright.]

TELL US.

!???

You know exactly what I'm talking about! Cooper told us everything!...

...What the FUCK, Guy!? Why didn't you tell us anything?!

[Guy was stunned. For the first time since they'd met, Cherry had actually used his real name. She was serious.]

...

If you really wanted to avoid this place, you could've just told me! I wouldn't have been upset!

As a matter of fact, you've never told us jack shit about ANYTHING. What is your problem-

I'M MY PROBLEM, OKAY?!

...

[Guy began screaming at both her and Suicune.]

My life has been a living HELL since I evolved! I was borderline paralyzed for nearly a month because I didn't know HOW to move as a Samurott, I run into YOU a while after that. And because I'm a stupid loser desperate for friends, I did EVERYTHING in my power to make sure you stayed at my side, just short of flat-out STALKING YOU! But because I wasn't upfront about it, you just disappear for basically half a year! After that, I met YOU, Mx. Suicune, but before that, I basically had a heart attack because I can't stand humans!

And why is that?

I can't remember! As far as I'm aware, I'm just a coward that can't stand being around people! Whatever the reason, I will bet my BOTTOM POKEDOLLAR that it's something as brain-dead, pants-on-head moronic as the rest of me!

And the one person I COULD go to regardless of how badly crap hit the fan, THEY died! YEARS AGO, and I'm STILL not over it! For the longest time, it was just me and Shayla, and after they got involved in their own BS, it was just me!

And I was so desperate to make friends, I forgot to keep up with my training! I'm damn-near USELESS on this mess of a team!

Admit it, you two HATE me! It's fine, I'm used to it. Just say it so we can get this over with!

[Cherry and Suicune remained speechless.]

Then the stupid, I don't even know what- Stupid 'aura' thing that's happening! Like I needed literally ANYTHING ELSE I needed to worry about!

Then I turned to a burden you LITERALLY had to carry on your backs for two days because I'm so freaking USELESS, I can't even stand on my own four clumsy feet without help!

THEN THIS ARC-FORBIDDEN PARTY HAPPENED.

Literally, day TWO, I have another heart attack-whatever, and I hide in here for nearly a full DAY, and force YOU dudes to look for me, instead of not being a damned coward and coming out myself, because I was scared of what you two were gonna say to me!

I AM SICK of being seen as a liability!...

...So I think it'd be be better for all of us... if you didn't see me at all.

[Guy's breathing became very shaky and winded, which slowly turned into sobbing, and he turned around so that he wasn't facing them anymore.]

Please... For your sake and mine... Just leave. Before I get someone hurt.

...

[Cherry reached for Guy's paw again, turning him around.]

Guy, you DUMBASS!

I would've NEVER ditched you, and I really enjoy being around you, I really do! Suicune can vouch for me, too! And himself!

[The Suicune nodded slowly.]

Again, just tell us next time if something's wrong, dude! You had us worried sick! You're not a burden, at least not as much as you're making yourself to out to be. Even if you WERE, it's worth it to stay with you.

As... problematic, as your situation has been, for everyone involved,

you're a really cool dude to be around!

[Guy remained quiet, unable to say anything that wouldn't sound like incoherent nonsense. But his face said it all; He was glad to have folks like her and Suicune to call friends.

After Cherry Suicune grabbed Guy's belongings, the three of them slowly made their way out of the bathroom...

...only for there to be a human in front of them, presumably a Trainer.]

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