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Dang it Bobbyhan
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i'm mourning the loss of purgatory's Government Assigned Team Dynamics (because i'm a sucker for shaking up dynamics and the forced interactions of people who may not otherwise have spoken) so please indulge me with your dream egg parenting group i'll start, bagi tina and rivers [i'm right]
#qsmp#i have REASONS okay it's more than vibes#first of all any good egg polycule needs its touchstone its Daily Logger someone who can be relied on to KEEP THE DAMN THING FROM DYING#(of neglect specifically)#bagi logs in every weekday she's extremely consistent and she's already proven to be smitten with these eggs. bagi's the touchstone#tina's a 'wobbler'; she's consistent but not a daily logger so she can be relied on if bagi's out for a week#between the two of them i have full faith they can keep the kid from neglect and spoil the kid to pieces#but vic you might say what about rivers wouldn't she just be third wheeling on bagina WRONG#well maybe right but WRONG because eggs have personalities of their own!!!! they're little people!!!!#if rivers is third wheeling then SO IS THE EGG THEY'RE IN THIS TOGETHER#anyway rivers at least at the moment is what i like to call a Wildcard#when she does or doesn't log in is pretty random and sporadic and inconsistent#that might change if she had an egg idk i don't know enough about her because she's a WILDCARD 😭#but anyway having bagi and tina as reliably keeping their kid from dying of neglect means she's free to keep her stream schedule#considering bagi interacting with egg trump at dia de muertos i think we can safely say she's not going to let rivers be erased as parent#probably would function like a roier-jaiden situation; bobby wasn't any less jaiden's son even though she didn't log as consistently as roi#AND IT WOULD FORCE RIVERS TO INTERACT WITH THE SERVER. I MISS HER DAMNIT. MY SPANISH ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH AND I MISS HER.#shut up vic#block game brainrot#but yeah rivers can keep her streaming schedule and still come to hang out with her egg kid when she's able#i lost the plot there bc tumblr's glitching on my phone bc it updated ios last night and everything's bugged to hell#i can't see tags after i write them it's wack as fuck#my secret secondary take is tubbo and pol have to be in the same government assigned parent group#tubbo seems to function better as weird uncle / fun godparent so having pol there is him as TUBBO'S touchstone in terms of the mature one#then tubbo and pol as consistent loggers can be the rest of the group's touchstone in terms of the kid not dying to neglect#long tags
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Every time I watch Criminal Intent my blood boils and I just want Warren Leight and Dick Wolf to drive off a cliff together.
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Ut Supra, Ut Infra (Feat. Aaron Garcia on Drums) || Episode 2
#youtube#Inkcorperated#Alch3misT#Osirya#Deboro#GDB#god damnit bobby#fresno rock#559#Pyrosea#Meme#Comedy#Metal memes#rock n roll#death metal#Deathcore#Extremem Metal#Dissident#Dissident Band#10 Severed Heads#10SeveredHeads#Purity The Rise of The Fallen#Purity Her deadly kiss#Purity A Distant Reality#Aaron Garcia Drummer#Drums#Bass#Guitar#8 string guitar#8 string schecter hellraiser hybrid
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“So I guess Morse is in charge for the foreseeable future?” Logan; marvariants
Maybe they are on a mission?
( @marvariants)
“Morse is for this mission, yes. She’s the one with the field experience.” Although they’d been agents for approximately the same amount of time, Amelia’s role was more administrative than Bobbi’s. It only made sense for the blonde to take charge.
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Bobby and Roier die together in the midst of a robot uprising 1,678 years after Bobby was born and seven galaxies away. They stop the revolution from happening a thousand years before its time, but at what cost?
Two hours later, Roier sits in another man’s clothes holding Jaiden’s hand as they watch Bobby’s body float peacefully into a black hole. They’re side-by-side sitting in the TARDIS’ doorway, and the universe, for once, is completely still.
“I’m sorry,” Roier croaks, not for the first time. But he’s still surprised by the sound of his own voice, he doesn’t know whose voice it is yet.
Jaiden shakes her head. Tearfully, she leans her head onto Roier’s shoulder.
“Nah,” she says. “Don’t be. He was a hero.”
“He was stupid. I told him not to follow me, and- ugh!”
Roier groans and throws his head back in frustration. God. Damnit!!
Jaiden sniffs. “Don’t be a dick. He saved an entire planet.”
“Yes, and? He still died.”
“So did you, so. So stop moping, okay? Look at him.”
She reaches up with her free hand and guides Roier’s head until it’s facing front again. They watch together as Bobby sinks into the event horizon, and it’s kind of nice, isn’t it? He’s frozen, now. Eternal. You can’t see past the event horizon of a black hole, there’s kinda just nothing beyond it. Just Bobby forever.
Dead.
“I’m looking,” Roier says, words all smushed together by Jaiden smushing his cheeks. “Maybe we should’ve done an actual funeral.”
“This is a funeral. He asked for it, and we gave it to him.”
It’s true. When Roier and Jaiden first met their little stowaway, Bobby hijacked the TARDIS’ controls and steered them towards the nearest black hole just so he could try and kill it. Even after giving up on that whole thing, he insisted that he’d get to fight a black hole one day. He might’ve been a kid, but he was gonna grow up eventually!!
Well. Look at how that turned out, hah.
Roier lets out a quiet laugh through his nose and averts his eyes.
The life of a Time Lord is a lonely one. Being immortal is one thing, but having your entire DNA structure and personality changed every time you die is another. Keeping friends is hard, and keeping them alive is harder.
(Roier curls his left hand into a fist.)
Humans are social creatures, though, and Roier loves them. Sure, he might be a freaky time-traveling alien, but humans are kinda like intergalactic cockroaches, and they can actually cook decent meals, and they were the first creatures in their galaxy to discover the concept of love, so Roier can’t not take them with him when they want to see the stars.
“I want to go home,” Jaiden quietly says.
Roier lets out a breath and nods. “Okay.”
Neither of them moves. They watch their dead son circle the black hole he’s always dreamed of killing, and they cry, and this is it, isn’t it? The end of an era. No more Familioier because Bobby is dead and the Roier that Jaiden met and knew and loved died with him and was replaced with some goofy dude with a new face and new voice and blegh. No wonder she wants to go home, her son is dead and her best friend was replaced with a stranger.
Still. It was nice when it lasted.
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So Jaiden goes home. Roier drops her off five minutes from when he first picked her up almost a year ago. He even managed to get her in the right city, hell yeah! (Apparently he’s good at driving now, go figure?)
She hugs Roier and makes him promise to come and get her only when she calls him, and she’ll know if he does some time travel bullshit to get her before he’s ready, because she just knows him like that. She’s his best friend, and she’s the best human he’s ever known.
They hug one more time outside of the TARDIS, and then Roier is alone again.
He slips back into the TARDIS and closes the door behind him. He leans against the wall next to it and looks down at his ring and idly rubs it with his thumb.
“Goddamnit,” he mutters.
Time Lords have 12 ‘lives’ before they die. They change each time, both physically and mentally. It’s some metaphysical biochemical bullshit Roier doesn’t care too much about, but. But he’s on life number 12 now. One more death, and they might even get to see each other in the cosmic abyss. He can introduce him to Bobby, wouldn’t that be nice?
…Nah! He isn’t dead! Sure, he might’ve disappeared during the War, but so did, like, half of the planet, and most of those Time Lords have turned up. Some haven’t, but most have! What’s to say he isn’t any different? He’s probably in jail or something, wouldn’t that be crazy?
Roier smiles to himself. Hell yeah, prison time? Time for prison? He’s only got an infinite number of prisons in an infinite number of galaxies in an infinite number of years to dig through, easy!
He’s halfway to the TARDIS’ controls when he hears it: a quick, panicked-sounding knock-knock-knock on the TARDIS’ doors. Which should not be happening, the TARDIS is literally another dimension stuck inside a box, it’s soundproof! What the fuck!
Hesitantly, Roier goes to the door. His hand hovers over the handle until he hears another round of knocking. Then, he swings the door open to see… a guy.
A very surprised-looking guy. Human, probably, though you can never be too sure these days. Green shirt, messy hair, slight beard, chain necklace leading under his shirt. Nice-looking, if not kinda super visibly terrified out of his mind.
Roier’s son has been dead for an hour and a half. He still hasn’t gotten a chance to see what he looks like now- for all he knows, he could be, like, ugly, ew. His best friend has left him to grieve all by himself because she needed to grieve by herself, and he is starting to get just a little bit annoyed by, like. Everything.
Still, he tries to smile when he asks, “Hello? Can I help you?”
“Um,” says the guy, “hi. Sorry to bother you. But… help?”
Giving Roier absolutely no time to think about it, the man ducks under Roier’s arm and runs into the TARDIS, and he only halfway gasps when he sees the whole pocket dimension inside.
Roier briefly wonders, ‘what the fuck?’
And then he sees what this guy was clearly running from: a bipedal robotic polar bear thing easily the size of a horse running towards Roier and the TARDIS with a gun pulled.
Ah.
Roier closes the door and listens as the bear shoots his beloved spaceship. (Piece of shit…!)
That’ll do it.
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Tommy could probably bench press any member of the 118 but Bobby Nash is not gonna care because that is his son and you will treat him right damnit
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Okay, I got tagged by @daffi-990 @wildlife4life and @wikiangela for Inspiration Saturday and I wasn't going to post anything but then an hour ago I was taken by a half-wishful thinking half-speculation scene for the cruise disaster so have this 500ish word thing something happening to Bobby and Eddie having to hold Buck back. Also posting because @racerchix21 @passthe5sauceplease @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @sarcastic-nerd and @fruitandbubbles said they wanted to read this when I asked about it.
Eddie really didn’t have the time to think about it.
He was still disoriented, but when Buck started screaming, pushing himself up trying to run back into the water, he had his arms around him, holding him back before he was fully aware of what he was doing.
Not that Buck is making it easy.
Between the adrenaline and the way he’s using his whole body to struggle against his grip, Eddie is actually surprised he manages to keep him in place.
And the way Buck is screaming is something that will haunt him.
Even more when the screams stop being cries for Bobby and get redirected to Eddie to get him to let him go.
Not that Eddie thinks he can.
Buck would only get himself killed.
Not that Buck seems to mind as he keeps struggling.
Eddie is sure he’ll have bruises tomorrow but he can’t let go.
Not when that would just mean Buck would end up hurting himself more.
There’s nothing they can do right now.
Other rescue teams are going in.
So he’s not letting go until Buck calms down.
Which might be a bad idea because Buck has switched from just struggling to plain fighting him.
“Let me go!” Buck cries, fists awkwardly hitting the arms Eddie has around him, trying to free his own long enough to push himself away from the way his back is pinned against Eddie’s chest.
“No.”
“Let me go, I need-”
“No.”
“Eddie.”
“No.”
“I need to do something!” Buck’s words are losing the heat, voice cracking as he keeps struggling.
“No.”
“Let me go!”
“You can keep fighting me, I’m not letting you run in there.”
“Damnit, Eddie, you can’t- I have- he- it’s not your choice, let me go.”
“No.”
“Eddie.” His name sounds almost sobbed, his struggle seeming more just about the need to keep moving now, and even if Eddie thinks that means Buck is ready to stop fighting him, it doesn’t mean that makes it any less heartbreaking to hear it.
“I’m not letting you go.”
“Eddie, he can’t-” Buck sounds like he’s crying now, sinking into Eddie’s hold as he starts to shake.
“They’re looking for him,” he tries to sound comforting but his voice is shaking, and he can’t make himself look at where the ship was before it all went to hell. He just adjusts his grip, makes it less about containing Buck and more about holding him up as he looks out at the water, “are you done fighting me?” He asks, voice almost a whisper, lips close to Buck’s ear as he drops his head back against his shoulder as he continues to cry, and he nods weakly, “think you can turn around?”
Instead of giving him an answer, Buck just shifts and he loosens his hold enough so that he can turn, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck, letting out a truly heartbreaking noise as he crumbles into him.
“I got you, I got you,” Eddie says, tightening his hold, because he can’t say it’s going to be okay as Buck fists the wet fabric of his shirt and cries.
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Costume time!
Okay, you know what, I want to share this process and I've chosen y'all to suffer with me.
SO! A friend of mine doesn't have a spooky show to produce this year, and so is putting all his energy into a cool-ass halloween event (Fancy paper invites, puzzles to solve, challenges, games, seances, etc). The whole thing is themed around this fake secret society that we're all now part of, and the dress cose and we're being encouraged to come up with cool fancy clothes/outfits to match the theme to come in. Best description I can come up with for this theme is "Fancy witchy-vampire" (Like, think VtM, but witchier).
THAT SAID. I'm still out of a job, so, I've got to be strategic. AND I've got the itch to make things. Even better. (More past the cut!)
I don't have photos for a lot of these earlier decisions and stages, sorry. BUT I go through my closet and costume tubs (the for-fun-or-cosplay costumes as well as the circus/performing ones) and have a nice closet-runway to figure out what I'm starting with and settle on this one burgundy satin wrap top with big-ass sleeves that I love. . .that unfortunately doesn't go with much that I have in my wardrobe that vibes with the theme. (There's like. . .one or two things it works with, but I want to be FANCIER). So I sketch around and come up with an idea based around this shirt (and a statement necklace collar I have that was some of the best $5 I've ever spent)
I have this old dress I'd bought at a flea market years ago and had altered to be an overskirt for a hoop skirt, and then it's been worn as a bustle with the bodice tucked away more times than it's felt hoops. It's a similar color as the top, so I figured I'd finally take the bodice off it, pull it in to be something I could walk in that wouldn't trail on teh ground, and I could set it under a corset in the center. Bing-bang-boom! Genius!
No. The skirt and the shirt were similar-but-different enough colors and textures that they clashed. Damnit. Well, I can ditch the skirt and figure out the rest! Some skinny moto pants. A decorative corset - I could embroider a corset (Myr no), or, ooh, use gold appliques (Okay, more realistic, proceed).
Next step was to mock things up as I'm trying to find what I want without purchasing a bunch of shit, which got me to this:
Okay okay okay. Cool, I've got a direction (that's not the shirt, but it's the closest I coudl find online to use, so I used it). Now for the endless internet and thrift store (No fingers, not thirst store, dear god) and internet thrift store searching to find me some cool-ass pants and a corset and some shoes that'll work with this. You'll notice, though that my statement necklace has been swapped out for cool-strappy-thing. Because statement necklace-collar is geometric and GOOD LUCK finding geometric applique.
Harder than I expected. Took me a couple months to find things that weren't lots of money that I could afford. BUT I EVENTUALLY DID IT. This included buying multiple corsets with the intention of returning things. Benefits of modern shopping.
The happy "lets try everything on" day was this weekend!
SO FAR SO GOOD. Took a poll from friends and the short corset is the winner. It's definitely the best constructed of the three, though the pants aren't QUITE high enough waist to be able to wear under it without some adjustments. But it'll do. The shoes turned out to be dark brown instead of black, so I need to see about making them black (and fixing them so the tongue doesn't decide to go deep diving towards my toes.) Other things to do: bring in the wrists of those sleeves some, they're a bit too big (Here they're clipped with bobby pins), decorate the corset, maybe add some gold detailing onto the pants? They've got that gold ridging along the thighs that you find on moto-pants, but that's absolutely invisible most of the time, so I think if I just brush some gold paint along the tops of those ridges, it'll make them pop in a good way.
You'll note that none of these photos have the strappy-thingy, and instead we're back to the statement necklace-collar. Turns out the differece between the image I found on the internet and teh shirt I own is enough that you BARELY SEE the strappy. Also, I decided that instead of using applique, I'd buy some gold paint, make a design that'd work, and paint it on the corset. Only time will reveal whether this was a good or a bad idea.
Other thing this showed me is that this doesn't feel FANCY enough. So I'm coming back to that half-skirt idea. This time, though I'm thinking about something sheer - either a burgundy to match the top, or a black with gold accents (OR A FULL DESIGN?!?!?!).
Last night I got flat photos of the corset for figuring out the design, since the shape I was working with in my sketches doesn't match the chosen corset shape. Pls to enjoy some of the designs I was playing with:
Proooooobably going to see about adjusting the eye design. I think it fits the theme best.
Last night I started on the alternations by taking in the waist of the pants. Please have this photo that happened 30 seconds before my thread was attacked.
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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday
Tagged by the award winning talents of @hippolotamus, @panbuckley, @forthewolves, and @wikiangela.
Ya'll have spoken! Here is NFL Buck as voted on by my earlier poll (which I ended at 69 votes, bc I'm quirky like that lol) Enjoy!
“Howard, we just agreed to stop prying into Eddie’s life.” Hen snaps, cutting of his stream of information. Because Bobby was right, they were never going to earn Eddie’s trust and respect if they keep digging into his life behind his back.
“And I will, but everything I’m telling you now is before said agreement.” Trust Howard Han to find a loophole and as long as they didn’t pester Eddie or his kid, they were in the clear…to a degree.
But damnit Hen couldn’t stay out of a good mystery, especially one in her workplace. “Okay. We share what we’ve each learned and then leave it at that. No more wheedling through his Instagram, asking invasive questions or trying to corner guest that come here for Eddie. Like Cap said, we wait for him to come to us and just listen a little better. He won’t have those walls up forever.”
Chimney bobbles his head up and down eagerly, “No more snooping, share, and listen. Just like the rules of a new relationship.”
She quirks an eyebrow stepping into the back of ambulance, “Is that why most of your relationships crash and burn before they really begin? You snoop?”
Her best friend gets into the cab right behind her, his right hand raised, “I plead the fifth.” Hen rolls her eyes, Chimney could be a bit of mess, but she loved the man too much and she wanted to know what he gleaned from Christopher, so she wouldn’t call him out on it today.
“So, he has a dog?” Hen prompts, getting them back on track and starting on the ambulance check list.
“Yea, a rescue Buck adopted named Jade. It’s the dog in Buck4life’s profile picture. She’s apparently a bed hog and super smart. Its Chris’s job to feed and clean up after her.” They both laugh at that because Hen told Chimney all about giving the same responsibilities to Denny with Paisley.
“Well Bobby got the fact that Buck is his boyfriend. They’ve been together almost 10 years, but the subject of marriage is super sensitive. Eddie shut down the moment Ravi brought it up.” Hen shared.
Chim shakes his head in disappointment, “Of course probie ruined it all. But damn, 10 years is a long time. How come they aren’t married yet?” He pulls opens the cabinet of saline, counting them.
They so nosy, but now is much more respectful way. But it won't last forever...
If you want to see the other snippets and posts for NFL Buck, just search under the nfl tag on my page.
Tagging (no pressure): @thewolvesof1998, @alyxmastershipper, @transbuck, @911-on-abc, @cowboydiazes, @cowboy-buddie, @brokenribsdiaz, @thekristen999, @lizzybizzyzzz, @shortsighted-owl, @sibylsleaves, @homerforsure, @spaceprincessem, @heartbeatdiaz, @monsterrae1, @jesuisici33, @try-set-me-on-fire, @bekkachaos, @spotsandsocks, @rogerzsteven, @911onabc
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Kinktober day 3-Breeding
Robert Floyd x fem!reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, breeding, slight dom bob, unprotected sex, p in v sex
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You would have expected Bob to have such a sweetheart and quiet, submissive boy when it came to how he acted in the bedroom, the sweetheart part you had entirely correct, yet he was far from being soft and submissive in the bedroom.
“Bob, please….” you whimpered, looking up at him; he just sat there shrugging.
“Sorry, no baby means you can’t cum”, he teased as you groaned, wanting more.
“Baby, please….” you said, looking up at him with a smirk on his face.
“So that’s a yes for me putting a baby inside you….” he said excitedly as you whimpered, “I need an answer, sweetheart….”
“Just…damnit put a baby. I don’t care, just let me cum!” you were getting impatient with him as he gave you a wild smile.
“Alright….thank you”, Bob whispered before kissing your forehead; his thrusts became deep and hit you just right; you moaned out happily as your walls finally clenched around him, making him start to bottom out and thrust as deep as he could before his cum spilled inside of you, he breathed heavily for a moment, his glasses fogged up and nearly falling off his face, his hair suddenly messy. He pulled you close, making you whimper; he looked like a blissed-out mess.
“Thank you….” he whispered again, kissing your neck before gently pulling out; you whined at how slow he did it, feeling every inch of him come out of you. He groaned as he ultimately left you; his hair was even messier than you thought; he gently rubbed your back as you were still coming down from the aftershocks.
“I can feel it…I can feel it inside me”, you said softly, making him whine, “I feel so full.”
“Say that again, and I’ll breed you,” he nearly growled, making you giggle.
“I think we’ve both had enough for tonight,” you said, gently taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand, “don’t want to break those glasses again, do we?”
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It had been a week since Bob went out on a mission, you were hunched over, throwing up over the toilet, and you looked up towards the plastic bag, reaching in and pulling out a pregnancy test.
“Better now than later,” you mumbled before quickly taking it out of its packaging. Your hands delicately held it, and you took a deep breath.
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Bob was tired, to say the least; missions were stressful. He never slept when stressed, yet coming home to you was a welcome surprise. He quietly opened the door looking around.
“Surprise!” you shouted, making him jump and nearly scream; you just giggled at him. It took him a second to realize he was home and you were there.
“Fuck baby, you scared me,” Bob said so tiredly, yet his drawl was very prominent.
“I have a surprise,” you said with a smile, and he looked at you half intrigued,d yee just wanted to sleep.
“Can it wait til the morning?” he mumbled as you grabbed his hand.
“Well, it could, but I think you’re gonna like this surprise,” you said, kissing his cheek. You led him to the kitchen table, Bob tried to focus his eyes, and when he did, they went wide.
“You’re-you’re,” he stuttered excitedly as you just giggled, “I’m gonna be a dad?”
“Yes, bobby…you’re gonna be a dad,” you laughed, yet he just pulled you close, practically squeezing you to death.
“Thank you, thank you” you saw the slight tears in his eyes as he looked at you, “how far along are you?”
“Well, I found out a week after you left, 2 weeks after, well, they were ‘conceived’” you pressed his hands to your stomach; he just kept his stupidly contagious smile, “so about 5 weeks, I think.”
“I’m so…god, I could kiss you.”
“Please do,” you joked as his lips clashed against yours, and his hands went to your waist. He lowered himself onto his knees before kissing your stomach, then going lower towards your crotch.
“How about we celebrate?”
#robert floyd x reader#bob floyd smut#robert Bob floyd#top gun#top gun maverick#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd x female reader#Bob floyd#lewis pullman#top gun fanfiction
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Lloyd gets kidnapped again but what happens next is up to you?:
Warnings: Talk of someone being used as an object, sexualization of a minor
Lloyd was running again. Well Lloyd’s been on the run his entire life but that’s a different story. Right now he was running from two hooded figures who tried to attack him and he would have knocked them out and handed them over to the police, however they both pulled guns so Lloyd just started running.
He didn’t get a good look at either of their faces as they were completely covered up by masks and he’s kicking himself for it now. Whatever it’s fine right now he had to worry about out running these two wannabe kidnappers.
A gunshot rings in his ears and he ducks and keeps running. Shit they’re getting closer they’re fast. Most the time when people try and hurt him he can either put them in their place or out run them but these two were certainly an exception.
He hopes Kai and Jay won’t be too loud for running off. Kai and Jay went into the Grocery store to grab somethings for dinner tonight because Zane was cooking tonight and Zane needed special ingredients for this meal. Lloyd wanted to go get the latest comic for his collection and then he meet up with them outside when they were done. This time he finished his shopping before them so he was sitting on the bench outside when they both came up and attempted to jump him. Hence the attempt Lloyd could have totally kicked their asses had they not pulled out a gun, where’d they even get guns?
Lloyd begun to slow down as he couldn’t hear them coming after him anymore. Good, he was getting tired although he wouldn’t admit it. Sure he’d have to take a different, longer route home today but it was better than running all the way.
He felt something cold and hard on the back of his head and a deep voice that said, “Don’t move a muscle or I’ll shoot.”
Lloyd moved his hands up and looked up to find the second dude standing in front of him and glaring down at him. Damnit Lloyd thought he out ran them apparently they out smarted him.
“Josh c’mon we don’t have all day, I want my money.” The dude infront of him stated.
So this dude’s name was Josh, good to know and they were getting paid so someone else had to be the cause of this.
“Alright, alright calm down, damn I thought I was going to have to shoot him.”
He felt the surface leave the back of his head and then heard wind rushing and suddenly he was out, as his vision blurred to black and lost consciousness quickly.
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Lloyd struggled in the chains, trying not to make too much noise as he had no idea who was on the other side of the door. He tried to open the lock with a Bobby pin he had turned into a make shift lock pick. Don’t ask him where he got the lock pick.
He had woken up chained to a chair in a dark room with its only light coming from a small lamp that hung above the table in front of him. He couldn’t remember anything else than he was running from people but he can’t remember who. Honestly this whole place reminded him of an interrogation room but based on the aching pain from the back of his head he doubts these are his buddies from law enforcement’s doing.
How many times had he been kidnapped now? Had to be somewhere near 20 now at least. Lloyd hears the familiar click from the cuffs behind him and he can slowly feel the energy rush from his powers coming back. He slips his hands out of the vengestone cuffs.
Before he can decide what to do next he hears footsteps nearing and manages to make it look like he’s still in the chains before the door opens. Not that he couldn’t take the person at the door it’s just most villains go on a rant about what they’re going to do and Lloyd wants at least a little bit of an idea of what he got himself into.
The door opens to reveal a man in his late forties - early fifties, in a tight black suit. He shuts the door behind him as he walks in.
“Welcome back to the living green ninja, how was your nap?” He stands on the other side of the table staring at Lloyd with a smug smile.
Lloyd didn’t recognize this man nor could he think of single way he could have affected him. “It was nice, now if you would I would like to get back to that.”
The man lets out a chuckle. “Quite snarky are you?”
“Listen I don’t care what you have to say about me, can’t we just get to the revenge speech where you tell me what you want?”
“Oh don’t be so impatient green ninja, I mean I had to wait for you to wake up, you could at least let me give my speech.” He replied.
Lloyd sighed. “Well go ahead I don’t have all day.”
He gave Lloyd a look. “Huh, well I can see why the boys liked you so much.”
Lloyd gave him a confused glare.
The man leaned on the table and stared him straight in the face. “Such a pretty face on a waste of a man.”
“I’m not sure if that was homophobia, pedophilla or a little bit of both but I want no parts of it dude.”
“I’m just saying it’s such a waste for someone like you to go unused I’m sure you make a ton of money with a body like that.” The man’s says beginning to circle the table.
“There’s so much in that sentence that’s disturbing but I think the worse is that you’re like 70 and checking me out, sir I’m like 17 hell no.” Lloyd musters out disgusted, backing up as much as he can in his chair.
“Wow 70? C’mon I know I don’t look that old.”
“Yeah you look older, is 85 right?”
He gives look a glare. “You’re quite rude, I hope you know that.”
“Well I’m sorry I don’t give respect to someone that refers to me like a prostitute, oh wait I’m not.”
“I wasn’t calling you a sex worker I was just-“
“You were sure as hell implying it, I know that.” Lloyd interjects. “Is that why you snatched me? To fuck you?”
“No! I’m sure you’d be a fun time we have a different need for you.” The man replies.
“And that is?”
The man grins. “Well this facility needs a power source y’know?”
Of course why is Lloyd not surprised. They always want to drain his powers why couldn’t it be something interesting at least.
“So we brought you here to drain your powers.” The man continues. “Possibly kill you, I don’t know, hey if you survive I’m sure you’d make a lovely pole dancer.”
With that Lloyd had heard enough. He slipped out of his chains again and blasted the man before he had a chance to think. He slammed hard into the wall and crumpled on the floor. Lloyd took his chance and ran towards the door that surprisingly wasn’t locked and had no guards around. The door seemed to be in the middle of the hallway with no one in it, neither seemed to a dead giveaway to lead out either.
Lloyd wasn’t sure what to do, he obviously didn’t want to stay but he didn’t want to just randomly chose a door and end up captured again.
What’s next?:
Go left and hope for the best
Go right because right is always right
Climb and hide in the ceiling to get more information and hopefully get out
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How the fuck am I just finding out about this?
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#vincent d'onofrio#bobby goren#work in progress#law and order ci#law and order criminal intent#but got that facial hair#if he does get to play bobby again#please no#also i want kathryn erbe back too#alex and bobby were in love and i need to see that play out damnit#Youtube
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Heya guys! I know it's been a minute but I am still here! Things have been super crazy. Anyway I do have a few fics coming out soon. I could really use some feedback.
Title: I Would Die Without You!
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader
Summary: Dean leaves to say yes to Michael but you track him down. Things are revealed and smut insudes
You knew something bad was happening when you woke up to find only Sam in the room making you sit up and your heart started to race when you saw the letter and a jewelry box on the table with your name on it. You stand and rush to the table to grab the letter and open it and your eyes become teary when you start to read.
“What's wrong?” You jump and look at Sam as tears stream down your face and you look down at the jewelry box. With shaky hands you pick it up and open it, finding a silver necklace with the letter D with a devil's trap inside the silver D.
“He is going to say yes to Michael! I gotta get to him and stop him! I'll get Dean and you get things ready at Bobby's when I'm ready I'll call Cas” you say in a rush as you gather your things in a hurry. Sam looks at you.
“Are you sure about going alone? I mean Dean isn't thinking real clearly” he says making you stop in your tracks and look over at him.
“I know Dean, Sam he would never hurt me besides this is something I need to do alone” you tell him giving him a small smile and he sighs before nodding his head.
“Call if anything happens” he says as you walk out of the door, you had no idea how long it would take to get to him. You didn't get to think too hard about this before the sound of wings and your world span. When you open your eyes you're staring at a hotel door.
Taking a moment you look around trying to see who brought you here but you didn't see anyone but you did see the impala making you look back at the door before you and your stomach dropped as you walked to the door and knocked.
“Hi Dean* you say softly as he swings open the door and his body tensed as you pushed your way past him into the room and you close your eyes and the door clicks closed.
“(Y/n) you can't change my-* his words stop as you shake your head stopping him. You turn around trying to find the words to say as your body is filled with hurt and anger.
“You left without actually saying goodbye dean! After everything you just up and leave!” You yell and dean sets his jaw,
“I left the letter and the necklace!” he yells back making you shake your head in disbelief at his words.
“Are you serious! Did you even think that maybe I had something to say Dean! After everything did you not think I wouldn't have wanted to? I don't know, maybe I have something to say!” you yell and Dean sighs softly before he walks closer to you and you look up at him.
“That's the reason I left sweetheart. If there was anyone who could change my mind it would be you and I can't let you. I need to do this” he says roughly and your heart starts to speed up.
“Damnit Dean! I would die without you! You are the reason I haven't given up Dean! I'm in love with you I always have been dean-” you yell feeling your anger leave you, everything slows down and your world spins when you feel his lips on yours and you kiss him back just as deeply your fingers run through his hair at the nap of his neck and he groans and pulls back.
“I have wanted you for so long sweetheart i just wish i knew sooner” he says his lips barely touching yours and your eyes meet his.
“Stay with me Dean, we can find another way” you beg, Dean sighs softly before he groans and kisses you deeply as his hands travel down your body where he stops and grabs each asscheek in his hand making you moan as he lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him. You look down at Dean as he walks over to the bed and sits making you straddled him. You moan as you feel how hard he was.
“fuck sweetheart the things I'm gonna do to you” he growls In your ear making you moan. You grab his hair bringing his mouth to yours. Your hips grind down on his jean covered cock. Dean rips your shirt off roughly as you pull him over his head. Before you know it you are on your back with Dean over you.
“Oh!” You moan as Dean kisses and bites down on your body leaving marks as he reaches for your pants buttons. Dean looks up at you from between your legs as he pulls them down leaving you naked under him.
“Fuck baby girl you smell so fucking good. I have wanted to taste you for so long” he groans making you bite your lip.
“Fuck” you moan as your fingers tug his hair as he sucks on your clit and Dean wastes no time diving in. Your body fires to life with each lick and suck he made.
“You taste so fucking good” he growls and your hips grind up and you tug his hair.
“Fuck Dean” you moan making him groan as he slowly slides a finger in your dripping cunt without a warning you cum hard on his tongue. Dean groans as your hands slack in his hair and he starts working his way up your body.
You lean up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan, your hands run down his chest to his jeans where you undo them and he works them off making you both moan at the feeling of each other's warm skin.
“Are you sure?” He says hotely in your neck before leaving a mark. You moan and Dean pulls back and looks down at you.
“Please dean, it's always been you” you say to him and he groans. You bite your lip at the feeling of his one hand traveling up your body to lightly wrap around your throat.
“I wanna see the face you make while I make you mine” he growls hotely before he slowly enters you. You moan at the slight burn as he enters you.
“More dean please” you beg and he pulls out just to slam in with a force you were not expecting. Your nails claw at his back as he drilled into you.
“Fuck baby you fit me so good my good girl” he growls as he fucks you into the bed and your toes curl at his words and you become even wetter. “Oh you like that? You like being my good girl” he groans as you tighten around him.
“Fuck yes! I'm your good girl! Oh right there!” You cry out your nails dragging down his back to his ass where they dig in. Dean works on that spot over again till you're so close.
“Be a good girl and soak my cock” he says huskily as his thumb rubs your clit and you cum hard his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you come undone on his cock. Dean grunts as you spasm around him. As you finally come down you realize Dean had not cum yet.
“Dean?” Your voice is no louder than a whisper but he could hear the question in your voice and he leans down and kisses you deeply and he bites your lip.
“I'm nowhere near done with you baby, first I wanna see how many times I can make you cum for me before I fill you full” he says huskily and he chuckles darkly as you tighten around him.
“I'm your good girl” you grin up at him.
#requests are still open btw#smut#reader#please request#reader smut#request#requests#vikingsarmy#update#supernatural smut#supeernatural#supernatural dean#dean/reader#dean winchester/reader#dean winchester#dean winchester smut#praise k!nk
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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have
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In the single parent verse, Sharon is little Sarah’s godmother and Steve is the godfather.
Logan and Amelia have been mistaken for sisters out in the field before. Neither corrects them when they do.
Amelia has a red-and-blue Celtic Cross tattoo on her back shoulder; it has each of Sharon and Steve’s kids’ birthdates on it.
Among her “in case of death” documents she has saved for people, she has a file for Bobbi that does contain the recipe for the cookies she makes for Clint to bribe him to do his paperwork.
#marvariants#Sharon muse#Steve muse#Logan muse#Bobbi muse#Mark muse#Charlotte muse#Kennedy muse#Daniel muse#Autumn muse#damnit Barton do your paper-queue
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I was checking out the official pics on Twitter and it made me think what do you think a ship between Bubba, Dogday, and Kickin would look like?
YEAH, I GOTCHU!!!
💙🧡💛📘⭐☀️💙🧡💛📘⭐☀️💙🧡💛📘⭐☀️💙🧡💛📘
Brilliant boy x kinda smart x not smart at all
OKAY, YOU GUYS, HEAR ME OUT. HAD A LOT OF BRAINSTORMING FOR THIS SHIP NAME BUT HOW ABOUT WE SAY FUCK IT AND CALL IT ✨RECESS PLAYDATE✨ You wanna know why? Because these three little guys are the 3 types of kids in recess. The guy who will probably get in trouble with a teacher, the guy who just wants to play on the swings, and the one kid who stays in the cafeteria or in the classroom doing their homework.
OH, what if Kickin would constantly be dragging Dogday into trouble and BUBBA IS THE ONLY ONE STOPPING THEM FROM KILLING EACH OTHER IN SOME DUMB ACTIVITY.
Literally, Dogday would be "Uuuh... are you sure this is a good idea, Kickin?" Kickin would say yup without hesitation and minutes later they have several broken bones from parachuting with a bathtub. Of course, we gotta need Doctor Bubba on the care.
ALL OF THEM. AT THE SAME TIME. INSTANT CRUSH. NAH, ACTUALLY, NOT EVEN CRUSH, EITHER OF THEM WOULD'VE WALKED U PTO THE OTHER TWO AND GO "Hey what about we date?" AND WITHOUT ANYONE ABLE TO PROCESS IT THEY'RE IN A CHAOTIC RELATIONSHIP.
Damnit I can't take Drag Queen Kickin' out of my head after that one headcanon....... UNLESS... WHAT IF THE THREE OF THEM WERE- GASP
They gotta have to match shirts.
They're so unintentionally gay for each other, but Kickin would be saying "no homo" while they're making out.
PDA? HMmmmmmm... I mean, Dogday would totally go for it the instance he gets the chance, but pretty sure Kickin is too proud to do it in front of everyone and embarrass himself and as for Bubba he'd be too concentrated thinking about something to even notice it.
ACTUALLY, SCRATCH WHAT I JUST SAID. KICKIN WOULD PROUDLY RUN OUT HOLDING BOTH OF THEIR HANDS AND EXCLAIM "MY BOYFRIENDS ARE BETTER THAN YOURS!" TO THE ENTIRE WORLD.
Their date gotta be something goofy as hell yet extremely dangerous. Either that or, for Bubba's sake to not get irritated by the constant dangers Kickin would be dragging Dogday to, a study session with the three of them.
BRO BUBBA WOULD DEFINITELY HAVE A MUG SAYING "Got two idiots to look after".
Bubba: "We got McDonald's at home!"
Both Dogday and Kickin: "MCDONDALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MACDONALD'S!-"
Wouldn't be hilarious to think that whenever Dogday tries to show affection, Kickin's first instinct is to say "That's kinda gay bro"
Bobby would have a blast with this relationship dynamic.
HELP NONE OF THEM DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING AS BOYFRIENDS 😭😭😭 BROS ARE CONFUSED.
I got nothing at the moment, I HOPE I DID NOT DISAPPOINT
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 3#poppy playtime 3#smiling critters#kickinchicken#dogday#bubba bubbaphant#Kickinchicken x Dogday x Bubba bubbaphant#Bubba bubbaphant x Dogday x Kickinchicken#Dogday x Kickinchicken x Bubba bubbaphant#Bubba bubbaphant x Kickinchicken x Dogday#Dogday x Bubba bubbaphant x Kickinchicken#Kickin chicken x bubba bubbaphant x dogday#kickinchicken x bubba bubbaphant#bubba bubbaphant x kickinchicken#dogday x kickinchicken#kickinchicken x dogday#Dogday x bubba bubbaphant#Bubba bubbaphant x Dogday#NO MORE UNDERRATED SHIPSSSS
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