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arrowfam-events · 7 months

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Arrowfam Week is coming!

This year, Arrowfam week will be December 3 to December 9. Mark your calendars! Just like in years past, this blog and event are run by @cissie-queen-jones and @thequiver. We can't wait to see what you come up with!

Rules

Arrowfam week is a time to celebrate the familial relationships between the Green Arrow characters. The majority of content out there focuses on shipping and romantic relationships, so we decided to create an event to focus on the family. While you are welcome to include ships you like or canon romantic relationships, they cannot be the focus of your creations for this event. The focus should be on family. For example, you can write a fic where Dinah and Ollie are together, but the plot of the fic is her and the Arrow kids planning a birthday party for Ollie, or you can draw fanart of the Arrowfam having a cookout and Roy brought Jade as his date.

This is not a fic only event, we accept whatever creative project you may come up with. Fic, art, edits, or anything else you want to submit will show up here as long as it is about the Arrowfam.

When you post your creations during the week, use #arrowfamweek2023, #arrowfamweek, or tag our blog directly and we’ll reblog it here for everyone to see! Late work is also accepted! If you don’t get your stuff done in time, or you forget to post on that day, don’t worry. Tag us or post in the Arrowfam week tag and we’ll still reblog it! We’re just excited to see what you create! You're also welcome to use these prompts as inspiration throughout the year. We'd love to see what Arrowfam creations you make no matter what time of the year!

Prompts

Really hoping Tumblr doesn't destroy the image quality on the image up above. Here is the list of prompts for this year!

Sunday, December 3

Ghost

Chili Cook-Off

Grow

Monday, December 4

Scars

Confession

Nostalgia

Tuesday, December 5

Winter

Speechless

Forest

Wednesday, December 6

Lost and/or Found

In Disguise

Shadow

Thursday, December 7

Old

Embrace

Reflect

Friday, December 8

Bonfire

Comfortable

Dream

Saturday, December 9

Birthday

Secret

Free Space

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out! Happy creating everyone!

#arrowfam week #arrowfam week 2023 #arrowfam #prompts #feel free to reblog this and tell more people about the event #the mods are unfortunately really busy this year so we don't have the energy to put into all the promo we usually do #but this will get reblogged regularly up until the event #or I might make some individual posts for each prompt day just to keep the blog active #anyway enjoy!

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archive-rat · 6 months

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bookworm-2692 · 1 year

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Life Tracker updated for Episode 7! This one is much quicker than Episode 6 on account of not being on holiday at the time, even though there were two thirds more deaths this time. Previous posts: Session 6, Session 5, Session 4. Also Session 8 (finale) post!

As usual, close ups and commentary below the cut. I’ve also added another graph for the average time of each team, which will also be below the cut.

There was so much carnage! 45 whole deaths in a single session! Not all deaths were awarded time during the session, but Scott’s video advised that it would be added by next session, so I have taken the liberty to add all the time as I see fit, hence why Scott is back to 7.5 hours. I haven’t seen every episode yet (in fact, other than Scott, I’ve only seen those that have perma-died), so I’m not sure if anyone else’s time is a mismatch, but if so I’m happy to explain where I’m getting my time additions and subtractions from!

Now for some close ups.

First, there was enough chaos that I decided to take a close up of Session 6 and 7 together so we can properly appreciate it:

And a close up of Session 7 by itself:

So many people lost major time, so it’s interesting to see Scott’s uptick of time at the end - he ended on only 30 minutes less than he would have been if he hadn’t died at all this session. Pearl didn’t die at all, and got the kill credit for Martyn blowing himself up in a trap, so she actually ended the session 30 minutes better than she started it. Grian also did very well for himself - he killed and died so many times, but somehow ended on the exact time he would have been on if he had experienced a peaceful deathless session.

BigB, Cleo, and Martyn all ended the session 1 hour poorer than they started, and Bdubs and Scar ended 1.5 hours below where they would have been. Nosy Neighbours are thus doing super well, with Mean Gills and Clockers not too far behind, in terms of maintaining position from the start of the session.

TIES had an awful time this session, with Impulse and Tango both losing a net 2 hours, and Etho and Skizz losing a net 2.5 hours - and obviously Skizz entirely died.

Joel possibly had the worst time, losing a net 3.5 hours this session - though it didn’t help that 5 of his 7 deaths were all caused by the one person. Technically Jimmy didn’t do too badly, given he only lost a net 1.5 hours... but given that he was out of the series only an hour into the session, and also the first out entirely... it really didn’t go well for him either

I also find it interesting the sheer number of vertical lines this graph, the ones representing a death immediately followed by a kill or vice versa. I would love to figure out a way to show only one line at a time on the graph, so we can more easily see someone’s journey, but I haven’t had time to look into it yet.

Now onto the graph of the average times per team.

This one is super interesting to me, especially TIES’s line - they had the lowest average life right from the start, but somehow by Session 4, through Session 5, and for most of Session 6, they were the team with the highest average time, and then it quite literally went downhill from there. The only thing saving them from being last now is the fact that the Bad Boys are down to only a single living player, and even then Grian is doing far better than most of TIES.

It’s also interesting to me how Mean Gills had a significant time uptick at the end of both Session 6 and Session 7 (the first due to Martyn and the second due to Scott). Scott’s time was so high that it kept Mean Gills’ average time as yellow for all of Session 6 despite Martyn being red for most of it... and Martyn then got enough kills to keep it there. Mean Gills is also the only team in the entire graph to anywhere gain such consistent significant time.

These averages also coincide with the comments I made above about the time offset difference for each player from the start to end of the session. Mean Gills are doing well, but they’ve been doing well for so long that I’m sure most players are aware that they need to be a target. Nosy Neighbours are also doing well but I feel like they’ve flown under the radar, and are not a significant target right now.

Here is a close up of this graph with Sessions 1-4:

And the close up for Session 5-7:

And the Session 7 only close up:

I kept the dead players in the teams’ averages, since I think it is a better reflection of the teams’ strength as a whole, but I also created a version that excluded dead players. In those screenshots you can really see Bad Boys’ and TIES’ time jumping up at a death, instead of falling as it did here.

Here are the alternate averages graph:

And close ups:

This makes Bad Boys look a lot better, because Grian does have a lot of time... but he is also alone. And there is definitely strength in numbers. Two players at an hour and a half each can fend off an attacker more easily than a single player at three hours can... unless nerves and panic get to them, as we definitely saw this session.

Wow and I almost forgot to include the raw data for this session!

The first hour of the session:

The second hour of the session:

There is just so much death! Look at all the box outlines!! I could barely fit this data on two screens on the zoom I was on, and I did not want to zoom out further.

I also obviously have data for the averages, but it was too far away from the column with the times on it that I wasn’t sure if it would still be useful on its own? Let me know if you want to see it!

This has once again been fascinating to see, and I cannot wait to see how Session 8 will go. Will it be the last session? Will they go until everyone is dead? Will they somehow have enough people with enough time to get to Session 9? Will Mean Gills be the final two and get to play fun relaxing games like Scott was suggesting?

Only time will tell.

#limited life smp #24lsmp #limlife #once again i hate trying to work out what tags for a post #i got to this point in the tags before i realised i forgot to add the number data #i still love that impulse accidentally killed scott and became yellow again #and that scott also became yellow again #so there was less than 14 minutes between there still being two yellows on the server... and jimmy permadying #thirteen minutes and 41 seconds exactly by my calculations #which is crazy given we had whole sessions of yellows only #which meant it was hours between last green and first red #so less than a quarter of an hour between last yellows (and two of them!) and first permadeath is crazy #i always ramble in the tags bc i dont know how to wrap the post up #why do i always post these as im going to bed #its after midnight and im yawning now #anyway enjoy!#very glad i got to post this before the weekend ended this time #well it was still sunday when i started writing the post #its 12:15am on monday now. technically #my spreadsheets

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Title: Moonshadow Ship: Jacaerys x Helaena WC: 859 Rating: Gen Summary: Jace and Helaena tell stories beneath the light of the moon. Written for the @hotd-bigbang prompt: Moon Notes: Many many thanks to @acrossthesestars for her beta powers and helping me find the jace and helaena pictures and to @selfproclaimedunicorn reassuring me it wasn't terrible to begin with. this story isn't specifically related to any of my other projects, but you are welcome to consider it part of Maiden canon, or for last year's entry, The Lighting of the Blaze

The pair of them sat atop Visenya’s tower - the tallest in the Holdfast. Jace’s heart jumped into his throat when Helaena had clambered upon the red ledge, the wind catching at her silver hair, her laughter dancing on the breeze.

“You’ll fall,” he told her, but followed, as he always did, to perch beside her. The height was dizzying in a way that flying did not quite catch. He thought it was, perhaps, because there was no safety of his dragon beneath him. Just stone, warm from the day’s sun and his own practiced balance to be safe.

He tangled his fingers through Helaena’s, not for a moment thinking that he’d be able to pull her back should she fall. No, instead he would fall with her. She had woken up, frantic and tearful, and found her way to his rooms a night not so long ago, gasping as she crawled into bed with him.

“I fell I fell I lost my wings I lost them they were taken I fell I fell.”

Helaena had babbled those words over and over until his neck and nightshirt were soaked with her tears and he had to keep her sobs muffled lest one of the guards hear and discover them.

Her fingers were delicate, deceptively fragile when he knew how strong her grip was; how those very fingers could turn to claws just as they could stroke gently down the line of his spine.

“The Red Priest in the market told a story,” she whispered now, months later, far less frightened than before. The night was bright; the moon hung heavy and round in the sky, the blanket of twinkling stars so beautiful and wondrous, streaked with distant clouds that caught the light.He felt so small beneath the expanse. “He said that Azor Ahai thrust his sword into the breast of his wife, Nissa Nissa, and her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the moon.”

“I don’t see a crack,” Jace mused, his gaze searching across the bright shine of it. Dark blotches, certainly, but no tell-tale crack of an egg. “That’s a cruel way to treat the woman he loved the most in the world.”

“Are you saying you would not use my soul and blood to forge a great blade that would save the world?” Helaena laughed, her breath warm against his ear as the stone was warm beneath him. Jace squeezed her hand and her fingers tightened around his, reassuring. “There’s another story. There were two moons, my maid told me. One wandered too close to the sun and cracked open, birthing the dragons.”

“One of my grandfather’s crewmen told me a tale from Volantis.” It was Jace’s turn now. “That a shepherd approached the only dragon, to tame it by feeding him sheep. They would meet beneath the light of the moon.”

“In the night?” Helaena asked, a curious furrow to her brow that he brushed a kiss against to smooth. “But why is the shepherd visiting a dragon at night?”

“Because she was watching the flock to protect them from wolves,” he told her, tracking along the pictures in the sky, seeking out the fish, the lion, the hunter. “A dragon, she thought, would surely be the finest protector of her flock, for what wolf or thief would dare rouse the anger of the dragon.” She hummed softly but did not interrupt, her fingers playing with his. “Each night she came, feeding him one of the sheep to sate his hunger, so he might trust her, and eventually the shepherd lay with the dragon. The moons turned and the shepherd gave birth to more dragons.”

Helaena’s teeth scraped against her lower lip. “So the shepherd lay with the dragon and the dragon… fit?”

He snorted. “She was a very special woman.”

She shivered, giggling. “So the shepherd lay with the dragon. There were no other dragons?”

“I guess not. That’s what the story says: it was the only dragon. And that’s how the other dragons came to be, I suppose.”

“They do say that Old Valyria was founded by sheep herders,” Helaena mused. He felt her carefully shift to rest her chin upon his shoulder, and Jace turned his head slightly to brush his nose against hers. She smelled of citrus, of lemon balm and mint. “Kivio biantys,” she murmured.

His cheeks turned red, his heart stuttering at the whisper. Promised shepherd, caretaker of the soul. Soulmates, as the Westerosi called it. His mouth went dry, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“Did you dream this?” he asked, the Valyrian he’d learned from the cradle rolling off his tongue, the accent of his mother, of Laenor, of his grandmother coating the words. It was warm, different from the elegant polish of Helaena’s maester taught tongue. Sometimes he felt they should exchange how they sounded, to match their insides.

“Daor.” She blinked, soft and slow, matching lavender gaze reflecting the shine of stars, the pierce of moonglow that caught on her hair and Jace thought she was otherworldly with it - the woman of the tale he’d spun for her. “I just know it.”

#my fics #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys fic #jacaerys fluff #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen fic #jacelaena #jace x helaena #jacaerys x helaena #jacelaena fic #hotd fanfiction #hotd fic #idk what else to tag this ass #anyway enjoy!

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zoomimal · 1 month

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In your opinion what are the most important areas F1 needs to work on to be more inclusive to omega drivers? ~ Luci

Ah a very serious matter, and one I am passionate about.

First off, I believe stewards and FiA officials should receive training in reading omega body language and how to properly accommodate non-disruptive behaviors. Currently the only training they receive of this sort is for conflict de-escalation between alphas (and the fact that alpha ‘accommodations’ are focused almost solely on their potential for aggression is a whole other rant I could go on but will not here). Better awareness of omega non-verbal cues is badly needed, and we got yet another clear demonstration of this after quali in Jeddah. As you yourself said, it was incredibly distressing to witness Charles being dragged away from Max like that, and all for what? To make sure the schedule was adhered to? To keep up the laughable facade that Max and Charles aren’t bonded just because they haven’t spelled it out on instagram yet? Charles was clearly so upset by it, and Max was visibly distressed about it too! Yet the official seemed to have no concept at all of what he was doing beyond ‘come on silly omega, you’re holding things up and need to be elsewhere’.

This actually brings me to my next point - the blanket ban on publicly visible scenting in the paddock is atrocious, explicitly anti-omega, and should be done away with.

As we all know, scenting, especially casual light scenting, is such an integral part of omega social interaction, hormonal/instinct regulation, and emotional well-being. (It is of course important for alphas too, but again, that’s another discussion). Using this latest incident with Charles as an example again, both he and his bonded mate had just performed incredibly well in front of thousands of people, of *course* he would be keyed up and his instincts would be screaming at him to reenforce their bond after that. Just a light scenting to calm his instincts and Charles would have been settled and ready to move on to the next thing, but because of the ban he couldn’t do that and instead had to resort to more extended proximity and eye-contact to settle himself enough to comfortably leave Max’s side (which then of course also got interrupted because anti-omega bias is systemic in F1 just like it is in many other settings)

Yes I do acknowledge that there have been instances in the past of scenting being arguably taken too far for a professional setting, but anything that crossed the line could be covered just fine under the injunctions against disruptive behaviors. Even in countries with strict ‘decency laws’ the FiA could, if they cared to, easily provide a space for omega drivers to step aside for a moment to quickly and discreetly scent with a mate or pack member as needed. (And before the ‘Alpha Rights’ crowd starts whingeing about this being somehow unfair - yes of course this should be available for alphas to use as well if they want to!)

I have even more thoughts (like how the restrictions on nesting in drivers rooms in the name of ‘professionalism and preventing unfair advantage’ are both infuriating and archaic), but this answer is already fairly long so I’ll leave it off here for now.

( @charles-leclerc-official I finally finished answering your ask! XD)

#anon: luci #aaaaaaaa thank you for the ask this was so much fun!#um. this maybe got away from me a little bit? XD #anyway enjoy!#lestappen #lestappen a/b/o

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i-havenothingelsetopost · 2 years

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So, I was reading this post by @modordracena about DP AUs where ghosts get swapped out for some other kind of monster. Absently, not intending on creating anything, I started thinking about Danny as different fantasy creatures – and, somehow, my brain got stuck on centaurs.

Which, not the worst idea, right?

[Image description: A greyscale drawing of Danny Fenton as a rearing centaur, grinning and pumping a fist victoriously. The fur of the horse half is black, with a white sock on each leg. The background reads, in large letters, "Half human, half horse." End image description.]

But then I started thinking... The halves are there, all the time, connected. Unlike with for example werewolves, there is no transformation happening. Danny is stuck with the horse half.

How does he hide it.

I ended up creating something after all:

[ID: A drawing of Sam, centaur Danny, and Tucker. Sam and Danny are freaking out about Danny's horse half. Sam gestures at his legs and says, "Holy shit you're a horse!" Danny yells "I'm a horse!" Tucker, smiling, corrects them: "A centaur!" End ID.]

[ID: Danny is anxiously jumping from foot to foot, which makes Tucker step out of the way with a "Whoa!" Danny wails: "My parents hate centaurs! What do I do?" Sam looks at him thoughtfully and says: "Hm... I might have an idea." End ID.]

[ID: A box in the upper left corner reads "Soon:" Danny is looking down at himself with an uncertain grimace. An obviously handmade horse head has been connected to his front. It has a mane made of yarn and its eyes are green buttons. There is a bright green saddle where Danny's human half connects to his horse half. A boot has been put into the stirrup, with a fabric fake leg coming from inside it and wrapping around Danny. All in all, it kind of looks as if Danny is a human riding a horse – only he is sitting on the base of the horse's neck instead of on its back, and his legs and the horse's head are obviously not real. Danny asks: "Are you sure this will work?" A speech bubble from Sam's direction says: "Of course it will!" A bubble from Tucker's direction says: "Not like we have better ideas!" End ID.]

[ID: Bird's-eye view of a street. Danny is standing in front of the Fenton home. He is wearing the disguise from the previous panel and contemplates the stairs that lead to the front door. End ID.]

[ID: Carefully, Danny enters. He is too tall for the door, which makes getting in even harder. Someone yells his name, which makes him hit his head on the doorframe. Maddie is looking up at him with an angry expression. She asks: "What are you doing?" End ID.]

[ID: Danny looks at the horse head and sweats nervously. He sweats even more as he looks to Maddie and gestures at the head. Uncertainly, he says: "Riding a horse?" End ID.]

[ID: "Obviously!" Maddie tells him, and Danny stares. Maddie continues: "Why are you doing it indoors?" End ID.]

[ID: Maddie looks away, shadows covering her eyes. "And..." She looks up again, and she is smiling and her eyes are huge and sparkly. She has a hand on her heart. "When did you get into riding?" she asks. A text with an arrow pointing to her reads: "former horse girl." End ID.]

She's so happy that he's found such a nice hobby for himself

#dp centaur au #danny phantom #danny phantom au #maddie fenton #described #why do my first contributions to fandom keep being like this? the first time i drew lance from voltron was when i made him a giraffe #anyway enjoy!#i really did not mean to make this but i couldn't stop thinking about it kjsdfh

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aberooski · 2 months

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Fuck it.

Random Yu-Gi-Oh GX headcanon dump part 2!

Part 1

Once again in no particular order, just the order they pop out of my brain.

Most of my headcanons are upsetting so we'll see what gets released from the vault this time 👀

Atticus takes care of anyone and everyone but himself, to an almost self-destructive degree at times.

The J-Squad kept in touch with Chumley after he left

Atticus is 100% a theater kid

Of the Primary Color Trio(tm), Syrus is the only one they trust to cook. As we've established, Jaden will burn down the kitchen if he tries, and Hassleberry isn't a bad cook, but he's the kinda guy who will have something really good and then walk away and accidentally wreck it.

Hassleberry has never measured ingredients in his life. He doesn't know what tea/tablespoons or measuring cups are.

Bastion's top artist on Spotify is Frank Sinatra

After graduation Atticus and Alexis made Chazz write down a list of things/experiences he's never done or had because of how restrictively he was brought up and they make it their mission to make sure he can cross off everything on the list.

Alexis has painted Chazz's nails for him more than once because she does a cleaner job than he does. 💅

Alexis also taught Chazz how to do eye liner

Jim tells people Shirley is his seeing eye croc when they ask why he has her

After graduation, every single one of them eventually starts going to therapy

Jesse was the one who finally convinced Jaden to at least try therapy after he repeatedly insisted to everyone that he didn't need it. He did

This is kinda canon actually, but Hassleberry doesn't remember what happens when he goes dinosaur berserk mode. The headcanon part is that it's not just like fuzzy memories or anything, there are just straight up holes in his memory. And it really bothers him.

Yuki is Jaden's mom's last name. She's Japanese but his dad is American and when they got married, he took her name.

Eventually, Bastion does return from the other dimension with Tania. Everyone is happy to see him. No one ever forgot him.

Aster carries Echo's memory with him until the day he dies. Just like his father, he'll always remember the poor girl who was murdered for a card. The girl he couldn’t save.

Crowler's the teacher everybody added on Facebook and all that after graduation because they're not his students anymore so they're allowed to be friends with him on social media 🤭

Syrus really does love his brother a lot, bit therapy really opens his eyes to how so many of his personal issues and fears and anxieties and inhibitions stem from Zane and how badly he treated him and how badly it stifled him as a person and is able to bring himself to hold Zane accountable for it all so he can actually find a way to heal from it all and they can truly mend their relationship.

Jaden regrets not holding Zane accountable for how he treated Syrus past their duel in episode 8 where the subsequently drops the issue because of Zane's dueling skills.

Bastion can play the piano

Chazz is the most bisexual little man on the planet 💖💙💜 pretty sure we all agree on this one

Atticus is pan 💖💛💙

Jaden and Jesse have gone as Jed and Octavius for Halloween at least once

One year Atticus used the fact that Halloween is his birthday as an excuse to convince Chazz be Snow White for Halloween so they could go as Snow White and Prince Florian.

By the time they're grown up and he and Atticus are living together/married the only family member of his that Chazz still keeps any contact with is his mom

Aster has intense trust issues after learning the truth about The D and his father's death

Hassleberry tilts his head like a dog when he's confused

Syrus actually gets sick a lot. 🤒

Zane giving kids cards to stop them from bullying Syrus was a common occurrence when they were little kids

Before Zane went off to train at Sheppard's dojo and before he started abusing Syrus in his own ways they were actually decently close considering Zane's inherent emotional distance

Slade and Jagger hated Chazz from day one.

Alexis has nightmares about Atticus being taken away again after he comes back. If they're bad enough, she'll go to his dorm in the middle of the night to check on him and make sure that he's safe, and often ends up sleeping on his couch for the rest of the night.

Chazz knows his family is homophobic so after he cuts his ties with his dad and his brothers, he comes out to Crowler because he's the closest thing to a genuine father figure he's really ever had

Crowler officiates Chazz and Atticus's wedding 💍

Inspired by Yusei, Jaden got a motorcycle post Bonds Beyond Time. He thought it would impress Jesse. It did.

Jesse is the first one to get their driver's license

Axel is the only one who has never crashed their car

Axel will always come whenever anyone needs help. No matter who, and no matter how far away they are.

While working on Chazz's experiences list Atticus and Alexis took him to the mall. She left them unsupervised for a few minutes to go to the bathroom. When she came back, they were gone, and when she found them again, Chazz had his ears pierced. Atticus had taken him to Claire's. She will never leave them unsupervised again. 🤦‍♀️

I think I'll call this one here for now!

Maybe next year I'll come back with part 3 🤭

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adiduck · 6 months

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Chapters: 2/8 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators (Top Gun) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Complicated Interpersonal Relationships, Mentions of Cancer, Chronic Illness, Hospitals, Established Relationship, get-together, (yes both), Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Period-Typical Homophobia, Self-Discovery, Texting, Use and Abuse of Aviation Terms, Unrepentant Fawning over the F-14 Tomcat, Reconciliation Summary:

“How do we know the pre-selected one-seaters will be able to fly the mission?”

Cyclone and Warlock look at each other. “They have been selected, as you were, Captain, for their experience in similar missions. Their situation is… unique,” Warlock explains.

“They’re black ops?” Maverick asks. “Because otherwise I don’t know that there are any active naval aviators who can fly this.” Besides me, he doesn’t say. Again.

“Not anymore,” Cyclone allows. “Are you familiar with Operation Groundhog?”

(Or: The Navy has decided to solve its problems with Time Loop technology. Certain parties decide to solve a few other problems with it, too.)

Let me explain--

No it it too long let me sum up. I had an interview today! My brain is now goop and I could only focus on editing. So y'all get this early! I hope you enjoy~~

Schedule is still Sundays Or Mondays, this is an EXCEPTION. I mean it this time! I am being very stern with myself!

#adi is a writer #icemav #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #cancer cw #chronic illness cw #hospitals cw #both sides now #operation groundhog au #people check tumblr and ao3 on Friday nights right?#right #anyway enjoy!

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baronessblixen · 4 months

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O Holy No (6/10)

Today's prompt: weed Christmas cookies

Summary: The morning after, Mulder is in for a couple of surprises… (wc: 1,666)

Tagging @today-in-fic

All Mulder is wearing is a smile. It’s still dark outside, and he didn’t want to wake up Scully yet. She needs sleep after last night. Just the thought makes his smile turn into a big grin. After their somewhat awkward first time, they found their groove. And they found it several times. His favorite, he thinks, is when Scully helped him out of his brand-new boxer shorts that he of course modeled for her like promised.

He tried finding it before he went into the kitchen, but the bedroom was too dark, and he couldn’t remember where Scully had thrown it because right after, she had taken him into her mouth. No jury would convict him for not remembering.

So now here he is, stark naked in her kitchen, once again watching the coffee drip-drip. He makes a mental note to get her a new machine for her birthday. Or they need to be spending nights at his apartment. His heart soars when he realizes that this is only the beginning. They will spend nights here, or at his place, or in some Podunk town. But they will be together, sharing a bed.

He quietly hums a Christmas song that’s stuck in his head, moving his body to the silent rhythm, and wonders where Scully stores the cinnamon. He’s going to wake her with a freshly brewed coffee, sprinkled with sweet cinnamon and a kiss. It’s going to be perfect. Mulder turns around, a spoon in hand that he uses to orchestrate the music in his head, and then he freezes.

There, at the door stands a person - and not just any person. They stare at each other for a millisecond before one of them screams and Mulder quickly covers his groin with his hands, embarrassment covering his whole skin.

“Hello, Mrs. Scully,” he says with a shaky voice and fake cheer. “Did not expect to see you here this early.”

“Obviously,” she says, clearing her throat. She shields her eyes with her hand and it gives Mulder enough time to reach for a dishtowel that he drapes in front of him as best as he can. “I wanted to surprise Dana.”

“It’s a surprise for sure,” Mulder stammers, trying to hide himself away and sneak away from the kitchen. Would it be impolite if he just ran off and left her standing here?

“What is going?” Scully shuffles in from her bedroom dressed in a robe – lucky her! - rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Oh,” she says looking back and forth between Mulder and her mother. “Mom, you’re here early.” Yes, unlike him, she seems perfectly calm. Then again she isn't standing here naked.

“As I just told Fox,” she says, no longer shielding her eyes now that her daughter is in the kitchen and Mulder at least somewhat decent, “I wanted to surprise you. I brought breakfast.” As if on cue, Scully’s stomach grumbles.

“That sounds great,” she says, licking her lips, and Mulder’s penis chooses that moment to twitch. He can only hope Mrs. Scully didn’t see that. The dishtowel isn’t giving him much privacy.

“I brought enough for three people,” Mrs. Scully says, unpacking her paper bag. “If you want to join us, Fox.”

“Um, sure. I just…” he makes a hand gesture, forgetting he’s holding the dishtowel which slowly falls to the ground, and then, in a moment of sheer panic, he runs back into the bedroom.

With the light switched on, he finds his boxers easily. His jeans, too. He puts everything on, safe for his socks, and sits on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Are you okay?” He doesn’t notice Scully until she’s standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder.

“That was-,” he says, unable to find the right word. How can he ever face Mrs. Scully again?

“Unfortunate,” Scully says, but she’s smiling. “I thought we had time, but Mulder… why were you naked in my kitchen?”

“That, too, was unfortunate,” he says. “I didn’t want to wake you and couldn’t find my clothes. I figured the only person who might see me is you. Does your mother hate me now?”

“No,” Scully assures him, her voice as soft as the fingers she runs through his hair. “She adores you, Mulder. Believe it or not, my mother has seen a naked man before.” Mulder groans. “But she did send me in here to tell you that because of what she saw, and because you now owe her, you can’t say no to spending Christmas with us.”

“I- what? She wants me to spend Christmas with you after what she- after what just happened?” Scully nods. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You better say you’ll be there.”

“But-” It’s in San Diego. Scully wants him there with her family in San Diego. And her mother does, too. Like he’s part of their family. He was there once before. For Christmas, too. Going back for the first time will bring back memories of Emily. Scully must be thinking the same thing. He can’t deny her this. If she wants him there, he’ll be there. “I’d love to,” he finishes and her eyes grow wide.

“Really?”

“Unless you were just saying that to-”

“No,” she cuts him off, planting herself in his lap, surprising him. This is a new side of Scully and he can’t get enough of her. How many surprises are awaiting him? She puts her hands on his face, her thumbs gently caressing his skin. “I want you there and I wasn’t kidding when I said my mom is expecting you to show up now. No more excuses.” She leans in, gently kissing him. He thought he’d have to go days without being able to taste her while she was with her family. Now he gets to be there, too. And he’ll get to kiss her like this.

“I’ll go home,” he says in between kisses, “pack a few things and take the first flight I can get. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Scully says, giving him one last kiss before she gets up from his lap. “Let’s eat something. I worked up quite an appetite last night.” When she winks at him, he thinks he’s still dreaming. It’s all too good to be true.

He arrives in San Diego in the afternoon, a good few hours after Scully and her mother. He told her not to worry about picking him up from the airport and that he’d get a cab. On his way to Bill Jr.’s house, he finds himself nervously pulling at his clothes, worried how he’ll fit in. After all, Scully’s big brother isn’t his greatest fan. He doesn’t want to cause any animosity. He’s booked a hotel room for a few days so if Bill Jr. throws him out, he at least has somewhere to go.

Mulder is as jumpy as a teenager who is about to ring his crush’s doorbell, knowing he’ll have to face her father. In his case, it’s the big brother. He swallows hard, waiting for someone to open the door. For a moment he fears, Bill Jr. is deliberately keeping him out here to send a subtle message. Not welcome here. But just as he’s about to ring the bell again, the door opens.

“Hey.” Mulder is convinced he’s stepped into an alternate universe. There’s Bill Jr. and instead of a greeting growl, he gets a smile. A big one. So big in fact that Mulder even wonders if that is the same Bill Jr. he’s met before.

“Hello,” he says cautiously. “I’m, um…”

“Spooky,” Bill says. “Come on in. We’ve been waiting for you.” This cannot be real. He fell asleep somewhere and never woke up. He’s dreaming. But when Bill hauls him inside and into a hug, he has to concede that this is in fact happening.

“You were?”

“Sure.” Bill fishes a candy bar out of his pocket and stuffs it into his mouth. “Mom said we couldn’t eat until you were here. We’re starving.” Mulder follows Bill into the kitchen where Mrs. Scully is standing by the stove, giggling like a schoolgirl. Scully looked stressed out of her mind.

“There you are,” she says, quickly giving him a kiss in front of everyone and the dog. A dog that looks half beagle and half poodle and who Mulder has never heard of before. At least it's bigger than that orange fur ball Queequeg. The dog sniffs his pant leg, its tail wagging tentatively as if saying the jury is still out on whether Mulder is accepted or not.

“What is going on?” Mulder whispers, watching Bill and Mrs. Scully with their heads suspiciously close together, giggling uncontrollably. Scully leans against him and sighs.

“Weed Christmas cookies.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mom’s neighbor dropped off a box of cookies and well, they weren't your average sugar cookie. They were weed cookies. I’ve since taken them away because look at them. From Mrs. Henson, too, because she had no idea what they were. She thought she was using herbs her grandson had hidden in the kitchen. She was going to give these cookies to all her church friends.” Mulder has to refrain from laughing. Glancing at Scully, he sees that the feeling is mutual.

“As much fun as Mom and Bill are having,” Scully says. “It means we are in charge for now.”

“We are?” Scully nods.

“Tara and Matthew are at her parents and won’t be back until tonight. Someone has to make dinner and take care of Toodles.”

“Toodles?” The dog wags its tail and licks Mulder’s hand. “Oh, so you’re Toodles. Hi. So we make dinner, walk the dog and-”

“And get a Christmas tree,” Scully finishes for him.

“Sounds like… are there still any of the cookies left?” Scully playfully hits his arm.

Two days ago, he was hoping to catch a first kiss with Scully. Now it's like they're a married couple and he finds he's ready.

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