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intricatechaosofyou · 1 year

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Blind Date Gone…Wrong?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: Maybe getting stood up isn’t the worst thing ever

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, language

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You glanced down at your watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. It was 7:45, almost a full hour after you were supposed to meet your date. Convinced you needed a boyfriend, or at the very least a hookup, your best friend insisted on setting you up with one of her friends at the office. Having nothing better to do, you agreed.

Your blind date, Thomas, and you had talked, agreeing to meet up at an Italian restaurant on the beach. Putting on one of your favorite dresses that did wonders for your ass and donning a little extra makeup than usual, you had arrived at the restaurant five minutes past seven, fully expecting Thomas to be there. When you discovered he wasn’t, you shrugged it off and ordered yourself a drink while you waited.

You waited for ten minutes before texting him. You never got a response but you decided to wait a little bit longer.

Ten minutes turned into thirty.

And thirty minutes had turned into forty.

The waiter had been asking you if you were ready to order for the past twenty minutes, and yet you still insisted you needed more time, praying that Thomas would walk through the door.

You were starting to get blatant looks of pity from the patrons seated around you.

He wasn’t coming.

You were flagging down the waiter, ready to pay so you could escape the restaurant with some of your pride still intact when a man slid into the seat across from you.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Darlin’. Maverick kept me late and then traffic was just awful,” he announced loudly before leaning across the table and planting a kiss on your cheek. His voice dropped in volume so only you could hear him when he whispered, “I’m Bob. Just go with it.”

You nodded slightly and tried your best to smile at the man, Bob apparently, once he pulled away from you. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I was more worried than anything.”

The waiter smiled at the two of you. Whether he was glad your date had finally showed up or glad you were finally going to order, you couldn’t tell.

Once the two of you ordered and the waiter was out of earshot, you turned back to the man seated across from you. “Thank you so much.”

He blushed and nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I appreciate it though,” you admitted. “Got stood up and I was getting all those looks of pity.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help.”

You smiled. “So, your name’s Bob?”

He nodded. “Lt. Robert Floyd, but everyone calls me Bob.”

“Lt. Robert Floyd?” You repeated. “You Navy?”

“Yes, ma’am. How’d you know?”

“We are in Fightertown, USA,” you mused with a grin.

“I guess you’re right,” Bob chuckled.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n),” you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out for him to shake.

Bob smiled and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. “Nice to meet you, (y/n).”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you replied, blush creeping up your face at his actions. “So is this your typical Friday night? Going around saving girls who got stood up?”

“N- no, this is the first time I’ve done this. And whoever stood you up is an idiot,” Bob replied.

You smiled at the man, head tilting slightly. The way he had said it was so genuine, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the comment.

“Thanks, Bob.”

“Anytime, Darlin’.”

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“No way!” You giggled. “I don’t believe it!

Bob shrugged, bashful smile on his face. “Yup. Punched him right in the face.”

“What happened after that?” You questioned, trying to contain your laughter so you could hear more of the story.

“Suspended for two weeks.”

“And the other kid?”

“Nothing.”

You gasped, utterly appalled. “But he was the one being a bully! You were just standing up for your friend!”

“School didn’t see it that way.”

“Well, I do. Looks like you’ve always been a hero, Bob.”

A blush spread across his cheeks. “Anyone would have done it.”

“I don’t think so. You don’t give yourself enough credit, honey.”

The blush on his cheeks deepened as the pet name rolled off your tongue. “It really wasn’t a big deal.”

“If you say so,” you said with a laugh, resting your head on your hand as you gazed at the man.

The two of you had been talking for hours, meals long gone and a crème brûlée now being shared between the two of you. The conversation flowed naturally despite never having met before. You had talked about almost everything, from why you were in Miramar, childhood memories, to your favorite ice cream flavors.

“So, what’s it like being in the Navy?” You asked, pointing your spoon at him.

“It’s fun. I’m a Weapons System Officer which means I’m in charge of all the weapons in the back of the plane. Phoenix is my pilot.”

“Phoenix?” You question, tilting your head.

“That’s her call sign. Everyone has one,” Bob explained. “There’s Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Payback.”

“So what’s yours?”

“Uhh…Bob,” he admitted bashfully, eyes not meeting yours.

You grinned and let out a small giggle. “I like it. I think it suits you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, short and sweet.”

“Calling me short, Darlin’?” Bob joked.

“Definitely,” you replied with a wink.

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When the cheque came, Bob swiped it up before you could even touch it.

“To repay you for letting me crash your date,” he explained.

“‘Crash my date?’” You repeated. “Bob, you saved it.”

“Then to repay you for your company.”

You pouted and leaned back in your chair. “Fine. But you let me pay next time.”

“‘Next time?’”

Your cheeks heated up as you realized your mistake. “Not that there has to be a next time. I just had a lot of fun and thought maybe we could do this again. But that was a very bold assumption,” you rambled.

“Actually, I was gonna ask if I could see you again?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I had a really good time tonight,” Bob admitted, awkwardly shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Smiling, you reached across the table to grab his hand. “I’d like that.”

“Next Friday?” Bob suggested.

“It’s a date.”

———————

The two of you walked outside the restaurant hand in hand, giggling like a couple of high schoolers.

“Well, my car’s this way,” you mumbled, pointing behind you.

“Mine’s the other way,” Bob replied, frown making its way onto his face.

“Then I guess this is where we part,” you sighed dramatically. “But I’ll see you next Friday?”

Bob nodded. “Six o’clock.”

You smiled. “Goodnight, Bob.”

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

With a sudden burst of confidence you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his, relishing in the small gasp that left him. His hands came to rest on your hips as your mouths slotted together almost perfectly.

It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was long enough to leave Bob a mess when you pulled back. His glasses were knocked askew on the bridge of his nose, his cheeks were flushed, and a bit of your lipstick was now staining the side of his mouth.

You giggled at his appearance and patted his bicep. “You good there, Robby?”

“Better than that,” he whispered.

“I should get going.”

He nodded and pecked your lips once more before letting you go.

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but spare one more glance at the man. He was walking in the opposite direction, fist pumping as he went.

You smiled to yourself. Maybe this blind date wasn’t a total disaster after all.

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monkberrymoonsdelight · 6 months

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A Monkberry Moon Delight lyrical analysis because it is the greatest song of the 20th century

Monkberry Moon Delight is a song from Paul McCartney's 1971 album Ram. The song is generally considered to be surrealist 'nonsense' lyrics a la Lennon's late Beatles work like 'I am the Walrus' and 'Glass Onion'. But if we know anything about Paul (and Lennon-McCartney in general), he tends to put deeper emotions into his songs, often with out meaning to and without his direct knowledge:

"I don't write anything consciously, Sometime when I'm pissed off with John over Apple business a line might creep in." - Interview with Disc And Music Echo (Nov. 20, 1971)

"Songwriting is like psychiatry; you sit down and dredge up something that's inside, bring it out front." - Interview with Robert Palmer for the New York Times (April 25, 1982)

" But in a song, that's where you can [share your innermost thoughts]. That's the place to put them. You can start to reveal truths and feelings." - Interview with John Wilson fork BBC 4's (May 24, 2016)

And my favorite because it's y'know...in a song: "And when I'm gone, I leave my message in my song" - Beware My Love (Wings at the Speed of Sound, 1976)

All that being said, in my opinion, Monkberry Moon Delight is a projection of Paul's feelings of anxiety about his post-Beatles public/critical reception and his reaction to John Lennon's antagonism post-divorce. Specifically, he details his writing of Too Many People as a response to John's antagonism and the making of Ram as an attempt to recapture public attention/praise.

For context: Monkberry Moon Delight was first written/demoed at some point from May-August 1970 on his farm in Scotland. Paul's late 1969-1970 Scotland era is complicated. He often describes it as being one of the most difficult periods of his life because of the break-up of the Bealtes, the Apple financial troubles, his frayed relationship with John, and starting a whole new life which all compounded into a deep depression and alcohol abuse.

Let's start with the title and chorus. In Paul's own words, Monkberry Moon Delight comes from his kids mispronunciation of the word 'milk' and establishes MMD as a fantastical drink like 'Love Potion No. 9'. I think Paul obviously hides behind the surrealism of the lyric but its association with family and domesticity makes an interesting contrast. Though he is happy to be in his escapist domestic fantasy in Scotland, he juxtaposes this with the underlying pressure to be acclaimed (especially after being considered the greatest artist in the world for ten years). Though the song has a peppy, jaunty beat there is an air of anxiety developed through the songs key of C minor and the staccato of the piano and bass parts. His vocals also have a similar strained desperation like 'Oh! Darling'.

The lyrics:

So I sat in the attic, a piano up my nose

And the wind played a dreadful cantata

Paul starts with himself, writing. 'The attic' may be a reference to John Lennon's recording studio that he had built in his attic in Weybridge where he and Paul would often go to write.

"We nearly always went up to his little music room that he'd built at the top of the house, Daddy's Room, where we would get away from it all. I like to get away from people to songwrite, I don't like to do it in front of people. It's like sex for me" - Many Years from Now. Whether or not this is a direct reference to 'Daddy's Room', Paul is known to prefer small, confined spaces for songwriting.

'Piano up my nose' to me shows a rapt attention, leaning so close to his piano its almost up his nose. He is intently and passionately composing his 'dreadful cantata', this cantata I believe refers to "To Many People". Based on this record of the order of demos on the Ram cassette, it seems that Too Many People may have been written (or at least recorded) before Monkberry, which furthers my belief that Paul is making a meta narration of the writing of his song which he recognizes was very pointed or dreadful.

Sore was I from a crack of an enemy's hose

And the horrible sound of tomato

Here he describes what spurred him to writing this song, and this album as a whole. The 'crack from an enemy's hose' could refer to Allen Klein's treatment of Paul during the final months of the Beatles and his attempted mishandling of the release of McCartney (1970). (Note: The crack could also be from Phil Spector, the press, Ringo, George, Yoko or John; Paul is kind of getting shit from all sides right now). The 'sound of tomato' implies the idea of throwing tomatoes at an artist to express dislike or dissatisfaction, referencing the poor critical reception of McCartney (1970).

Ketchup, soup and puree

Don't get left behind

Ketchup, soup, and puree; liquidy tomatoes because splat, splat, splat go the critics. And ketchup because catch up pun.

Don't get left behind is the central theme of this song. He is worried that the public is going to forget about him while he's depressed, away in Scotland, and making critical flops. This is him desperately clinging onto the hearts of the public. Because we all know how much Paul needs to be liked.

When a rattle of rats had awoken

The sinews, the nerves, and the veins

The 'rattle of rats' could be any of the number of people who were getting on his nerves, sinews, and veins (pissing him tf off) in 1970. This could again be referencing the great "Let's all gang up on Paul McCartney" game of 1970 but because of the subsequent lyrics, I think this may be more specifically about John (and Yoko). Either way, it was these rats who annoyed him into getting to work.

My piano was boldly outspoken

And attempts to repeat his refrain

'Boldly outspoken' again connects this song to TMP. The line is similar to the TMP lyric 'This is crazy and baby, it's not like me' in the sense that both show how audacious he sees this songs as. In 'attempting to repeat his refrain' I think Paul is using the 'well he started it' justification for TMP because he's sees it as a repeat, of him rising to John's level of insults.

So I stood with a knot in my stomach and I gazed at that terrible sight

Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel, sucking Monkberry Moon Delight

Ah yes my favorite moment in all of music ever. This is the verse that really convinced me that this song may be referencing JohnandYoko. The 'youngsters in a barrel' alludes to John and Yoko's bag piece, where they would get into a black bag for...peace? As seen in Get Back, this particularly irked/disturbed Paul. "Go get in your bag. The Merseybeat award for couple of the year, goes to John and Yoko" (Get Back Episode 2). He also refers to them as 'the young lovers' in Get Back during the infamous January 13th 'and then there were two' conversation. Even though it makes him nervous and sick, part of Paul releasing TMP and Ram is to face up to the JohnandYoko powerhouse which was a non-insignificant portion of his early 1970 criticism.

Well I know my banana is older than the rest

and my hair is a tangled baretta

Here I think he is reasoning to the listener, the public, over why he thinks they've abandoned him. Paul recognizes that he has been in this music game a long time (so people may have grown bored of him) and has been depressed (and thus out of the game), his tangled 'baretta' of hair like the wily depression beard he grew out while in Scotland.

Also banana = dick, just so everyone is clear (can anyone find that banana poem from his poetry book? Also this just perpetuates my tinhat theory that all the banana milkshakes Paul got in Paris were just **** **** but I digress). Also something about Paul likening songwriting with sex so him not being 'musically desirable' is because...his music dick is old? Ok Paul.

I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest

And I don't get the gist of your letter

This is the one lyric I am pretty unsure about. Not that every line has to fit perfectly into my interpretation but I genuinely could not make heads or tails of it. My initial interpretation was that this was referring to Billy Shears, and how during this period the Paul is dead theory regained popularity. This reference adds to the feeling of dissolution he builds in this verse.

But mike on the Beatles Bible seems to remember Billy Budapest as being a children's pajama designer though I have found not evidence of this. However going with this shot in the dark, leaving his pajamas to Billy Budapest could draw back to the theme of his current domesticity and occupation with his children.

The letter in question I believe refers to the infamous letter John and George wrote to Paul changing his McCartney release date that they had Ringo deliver which really set Paul off and kind of began the messiness of the divorce.

Catch Up, cats and kittens

Don't get left behind

Finally we get the pay off to the ketchup-catch up pun and see the resurgence of the theme; Paul feeling like he's falling behind his contemporaries and desperation to catch up.

In typical McCartney fashion, Monkberry Moon Delight is a seemingly shallow and superfluous song but actually reveals a lot about his inner turmoil at the time. Him dealing with the rejection by the critics and John by turning to his piano and creating the absolute banger that is Monkberry. This is why MMD is one of Paul's best, because of how quintessentially Paul it is. Veiling tough emotions behind ambiguous and surreal lyrics masked by a fun and light melody. Oh, the juxtaposition! Oh, the Lennon-McCartney of it all.

Anyways this is a barely organized rambling of thoughts but Monkberry Moon Delight deserves a mega analysis because it is genuinely one of the best songs Paul McCartney has ever made.

#song analysis #monkberry moon delight #Ram (1971)#paul mccartney #linda mccartney #john lennon #yoko ono #allen klein #thank you for coming to my tedtalk #seriously can someone find that banana poem it's driving me crazy

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ashisgreedy · 9 months

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Garreth's Gareer AU HCs

Written By @finalgirllx and @greedyforgarreth simultaneously.

Headcannon's of Garreth Weasley in different careers!

(These start out serious but we became delirious over time writing this. They devolve into… well, you will see.)

This was not edited. Cheers!

Baker

"Weasley's Confections"

He comes home smelling like sugar every day

He always has flour or frosting in his hair

He'd always bring home a sweet for you

He'd write your names on the little sweets

He's always brainstorming new cake-decorating ideas

He'd always try out new flavor combinations, leading to a very messy kitchen!

He has his own frosting line

during the holidays he has you come and assist him in helping customers in his little shop

During Christmas, you and he dress up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus to decorate cookies with kids

He holds a cake-baking class every once in a while for the community

Chef

He’s a personal caterer, with a small team

He puts on a little show as he cooks for small parties

He has signature dishes he makes that are unique to his catering business

He definitely has a roster of corny jokes for the occasion

His favorite clients are small bachelorette parties and groups of older ladies because he loves how energetic they are and they laugh at his corny jokes.

Unbuttons his chefs coat throughout the evening for bachelorette parties

“I'm having a pasta-tively great time”

He would have a volunteer come up for silly demonstrations - how to crack an egg

He hosts his own booth at food festivals to help market is personal business

Zookeeper

Robert Irwin vibes - Always educating people on animals

He loves helping with the petting zoos!

Passionate about preservation of the species and holds educational classes for nearby schools.

His favorite animal would be an iguana

He definitely gives away stuffed animals from the gift shop!

Wears a khaki uniform at all times in the zoo

When he’s not in that - he’s in animal patterns and Hawaiian shirts.

As a side hobby, he surfs to raise money for ocean animals

He’d definitely buy environmentally friendly items at all times

Airline pilot

Mile high club a million times

Has dated all the stewardesses

Has a mask kink.

Falls asleep almost immediately after the plane takes off

“GARRETH! THE PLANE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER!”

Yoga Instructor

Holds instructional classes for business people during their lunch hour.

He’s insanely flexible, and shows it off

Knows his butt gets a lot of attendees

He wears silly headbands

Specializes in Hot Yoga classes

Would have the corniest playlist

His best friend Leander is the Zumba instructor

He also teaches the occasional water aerobics

Takes his yoga knowledge into the bedroom

Wedding planner (morally corrupt)

Really pays attention to the needs of the fiancees…wink

Makes sure to attach his personal cell phone..wink

“Does he know what colors you’d like for the wedding? Or does he not listen to you as well as I could…” wink

Turns cake tasting erotic, feeding the fiancee a cake bite in front of her fiance… wink

He helps put the garter on the bride, slowly… wink

He offers you private dance lessons before the big day…wink

Ruins your dress before the husband gets the chance…wink

Shows you the ring he would have gotten for you instead (It’s much better).

Actually listens to you (unlike your fiance)...wink

Firefighter

You met when he carried you out of a burning building..sexily

He saves your kitten and gives it an oxygen mask until it’s lively again.

He pushes you out of the way of a falling burning ceiling

He lets you wear his helmet to calm you down. (He tells you how silly you look and it helps)

He single-handedly prevented a train collision and explosion in the center of the city

Sexy arms, covered in soot, and he takes off his jacket and you lick him up

He’s the one that carries the massive axe that busts through walls.

"Is this the firehouse? Because you've got me feeling the heat."

Him sliding down the pole during an emergency *Eyes emoji*

Massage therapist

His massages take ages because he makes sure to work out EVERY knot you have before you get off his table.

“Oh my dear, you sure are a little tense, aren’t you? Let’s fix that.”

Love the hot rocks, “ooh, a little hot” whenever he uses them

He gives all kinds of facials for his dedicated clients

If you get really, really horny during the massage, he says he’ll give you a “happy ending” but really it's just a clap of his hands and a smile.

He plays “Happy” by Pharell Williams at the end of every massage

Sometimes he’ll offer a bonus technique where he steps on the client

His spa music is just hip hop and rap songs turned into gentle melodies.

Detective

The clue is in your panties~

If you’re a threesome, he and the other suggest “split up and look for clues” aka your holes.

When he’s feeling goofy he’ll bring a magnifying glass to your pussy. “I don’t need this, I already know where the clit is!”

The hat stays on during sex.

Handcuffs. Nuff said.

He makes the outline of a body on the floor with painters tape and fucks you in that position.

He asks you questions during sex like “Where were you at 11:34 PM Monday evening?” “Do you have an alibi?” “What crimes have you committed?” “Can you please state your full name and contact information?” “Your childhood street address?”

He makes you hold his badge up to him during sex.

He smokes his cigar after.

Lifeguard

Diving into that… wink.

Speedos all day, every day.

He is super happy to carry a whistle with him all day.

He would’ve saved Ash that one time.

He wouldn’t have let finalgirllx fall into that lake on her bike.

He smells like coconut from the sunscreen

Sand *everywhere* “Got some sandy buttcheeks there!”

When he runs, his pecs bounce.

Really enjoys the maritime accuracy of Spongebob Squarepants

Very proud of his CPR certification.

Driving instructor

Bends you over the seat and fucks you to make sure the leather of the seat cushion is durable.

Makes you sit on his lap and it causes the horn to honk. He doesn’t mind <3

“I wanna ride.”

Pretends to honk the horn, but really he’s just squeezing your breasts.

Fingers you while you parallel park to make sure you really know what you're doing.

“Red means stop, green means go.” But this is your safe word instead.

Is very passionate about turn signals and will yell at you if you forget to use it. Drivers safety biotch

"Do you believe in love at first drive, or should I take you for another spin?"

Kindergarten teacher

Fucks all the single moms.

He is excellent with kids and really enjoys providing them a foundation for a bright future ahead of them.

Has a breaking and entering kink.

His favorite craft to do with the children is making flowers out of tissue paper. He loves seeing the look on the parent's faces when they gift it.

Has a mask kink.

“Baby Shark” is banned from the classroom.

Enjoys macaroni art.

He has a talking stick that he’s very strict about using.

Loves having the students draw him and he puts every single one on the walls of the classroom.

Meteorologist

There are lots of memes of him online.

“It’ll be wet out this evening, and I’m not just talking about you, ladies.” Gets fired immediately

Becomes an at home meteorologist that says suggestive things about the news on his lives.

More popular than any news station in the entire world.

Part times as a camboy. Uses the same channel.

Sticks his ass out a bit when he points to the green screen. That he somehow has one at his house.

Instagram polls asking what he should wear during his next live.

“It’s gonna be cold, ladies! Don’t wear your bras!” …wink

His camboy name is “Weather Boy” and he makes people call him that professionally as well.

The front of his business card is for meteorology and the back is his camboy persona.

Musician

Very good with his fingers.

The Weasley Wigouts - his band name!

Picks a new genre for every album, he likes to switch it up. Makes for some very confusing tours.

Tongue piercing.

Has a tramp stamp tattoo on his lower back of Professor Sharp.

Got his start on Soundcloud.

Calls his fangirls his “Weasley Sluts!”

Orders Subway for lunch for the band every day.

Grew his hair out longer so he can headbang with it, even during soft songs.

Manbun Garreth era!

Science teacher

Really looks up to Bill Nye.

Wears a lab coat everywhere.

Always flirts with the math teachers.

Loves the volcano experiments more than anything.

He gets wayyyy too hyped about the science fair. “It’s next week! Don’t forget!” and the students groan.

Always has granola bars and hot chocolate stocked in case any student is hungry.

Never sends any of his students to detention. He takes them aside and just says “Come on, man…”

When teaching a chapter on biology and reproduction, he yells at the students to “AVERT YOUR EYES!” and dramatically covers his own.

"What did the biologist wear to impress their date? Designer genes!"

Has a tattoo on his chest that says “The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

Voice over artist

Gets his start in English dubs of hentai.

He has a small role as an NPC in Hogwarts Legacy. Guess who!

Loves voice acting for the Elder Scrolls series.

Will do raps for his fans on live, as much as 15 songs.

Can sing and has a small youtube video with cover songs he loves.

His most popular cover is of “Sugar, We’re Going Down,” by Fall Out Boy.

Treats BookTok to sexy ASMR from time to time.

Florist

Knows all the meanings to all the flowers in his shop.

Wants to fuck you on a flower bed.

Really loves blue flowers (I don’t know the names of flowers).

He obsesses over flower arrangements and makes them look perfect!

Always has dirt on his face and under his nails.

"If kisses were petals, I'd give you a garden."

Has a mask kink.

Will arrange all of the flowers for his own wedding.

Loves to roleplay as Ghostface with his partner.

Always smells fantastic.

Likes to put a flower behind his ear when he’s working.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #Do we apologize? no #we were in a google doc and just went to town lol!#we were completely sober making this if you can believe it 💀

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cowgurrrl · 9 months

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What Do We Do Now?

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: just something small I’ve been thinking about 😇

Summary: “Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.” - Robert Brault [1k]

Warnings: talks of the girls (Jane, Sarah, Tess), brief mention of baby daddy, seeing each other for maybe the first time ever (spoiler alert: they’re oblivious)

After you tell Joel about Jane, everything else seems relatively easy to tell him. You spend many frigid nights surrounded by mountains and trade stories back and forth like it's second nature. Sometimes, Ellie has long since been asleep by the time you start talking, and other times she's up and listening. She giggles along or asks questions when you bring up what the world was like before you even knew what cordyceps were.

One night, after Ellie's fast asleep, he brings up Tess. He tells you a story of when she tried to cook dinner and almost burned the apartment down. He laughs as he talks about the look on her face and the argument they had after. You can't stop a smile from spreading across your face. You stopped talking about her when she died. It was too painful for both of you. But now, nothing feels too scary.

"Did you love Tess?" You finally ask after years of wondering and attempting to read their unspoken tension. You thought something might've been going on until he started with you. They might've gotten into a fight or broken up momentarily, but he didn't say as much. You two never really did a whole lot of talking when you were together. Still, you two kept sneaking around even after the first night he showed up at your front door. You don't know if Tess knew. You wish she was here.

"'S a different kinda love, but yeah," he says, staring into the fire to avoid your eyes. "We never said it out loud, but she knew. In another world, we would've been really good to each other."

"Not this one?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"We did our best," he says. "What about you? 'D you love Adam?" You don't miss how he shifts the focus so he doesn't have to keep answering your questions. You make a mental note to circle back around.

"Yeah. I don't know how good I was at it, though. I was… mean and pushy, but he was so kind. Just annoyingly calm and patient."

"In another world, you guys are married?"

"No," you laugh. "No, in another world, Adam is married to… a kindergarten teacher. They meet at school, and she's sickly sweet and perfect for him. She lets him buy her dinner, and the only thing they argue about is how to load the dishwasher. And they've got three kids, and he's just the best dad." It's not a new or spontaneous thought. You've often wondered how Adam's life would've been different if you two had never met. Maybe he'd still be alive and teaching in the QZ school. He'd probably find someone who would let him take care of her. Someone who wouldn't sneak outside the walls or take hit jobs to pay the bills. Someone he knew would say yes if he asked her to marry him.

"And you? What are you doing in this other world?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I'm a single mom with too much debt and not enough money to pay it off. I work too much, and I'm always exhausted, and I still send the yearly emails to her dad trying to get him to respond, but I never get anything, and… my kid is alive."

"Sounds pretty good." Joel finally whispers, and you nod.

"The best," you agree. "What about you? What are you doing in another world?"

"In another world, I take over my dad's contracting company. Tommy and I work on houses all throughout Austin, and I hire somebody to keep the office afloat so I can be home for dinner. I'm tired, but Sarah convinces me to stay up for a movie, so we end up throwin' on some old slasher film. And I spend the rest of my life making things easier for her." He says. This is the most he's ever talked about his life from before with you. You wonder how many pieces of him you still don't know about.

"You think we'd meet in this different world?" You ask, and he meets your eyes. Something passes between you. If someone asked you to explain it, you wouldn't be able to find the words, but you know your heart lifts for just a moment as he stares at you.

"I think meetin' you is one of the only good things about this world," he says with more sincerity than you've ever heard grace his voice. It throws you off-kilter. You don't know what to say or how to respond, but he beats you to it by pulling the rifle over his lap. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you up for second watch." You nod and shuffle into your sleeping bag with racing thoughts and no way to stop them.

When Ellie asks a few days later where Joel would go if he could go and do anything he wanted, he lies like any good parent does. He says something about a ranch and sheep. You're able to envision it for just a second when Ellie turns to you with the same question. You lie, too. "I'd own a dog shelter." You say, making Ellie giggle. She spins her own tale of living on the moon, and Joel meets your eyes with a gentle understanding. You'd never tell Ellie, but if you could go and do anything you wanted, you be raising your kid, and you'd want for nothing else.

Dog shelters and sheep ranches be damned.

#look for the light #joel miller x female reader #soft joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller series #the last of us series #the last of us fluff #the last of us x reader #the last of us fic

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blackbat05 · 10 months

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Slow and Steady

Single Dad!Rick Flag x Doctor!Reader

Plot: Managing two rambunctious kids with one in the hospital can drive a dad nuts. Thankfully, there are upsides being in the hospital.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: The amount of braincells shows. Almost had a brain fart halfway through💀Really appreciate the feedback and reblogs! Why is the gif wacky or is it on my end.

“Daddd!!!” Robert Flag or Robbie, as he’s affectionately known as groans on the hospital bed. “I swear I’m fine!” The younger of the two by three minutes immediately has the sense to shut his mouth at the sight of his father’s arched eyebrow at his choice of words.

“Sorry buddy, no arguments on this one.” Rick fluffs the pillows on the spare bed. “If it’s any consolation, your brother will be here after school.”

Robbie pouts but doesn’t argue any further. As long as Evan was with him, Robbie did not need anything else. Rick takes a sigh of relief, grateful that he did not need to perform damage control on his six year old. Before he can sit on the bed, the door slides open.

“Dr L/N!” Robbie greets you cheerfully for someone who received a concussion and a fractured hip bone at a kid’s soccer game. You smile at the lively kid, excited to see someone else other than his dad who immediately sits upright.

“Hello Robert, hello Rick.” You walk over to check Robbie’s vitals and made sure everything was in order. Satisfied, you turned to address Rick. “He’s alright. Everything seems to be healing well and we may even discharge him in about two to three days.”

You thought the good news would bring some solace to Rick but maybe he wasn’t a man of many expressions as he simply nods his head, coughing out a thanks. Then again, it wasn’t easy being in his shoes.

Before the silence could drag out any longer, the door bursts open and a little tornado bursts into the room, tackling his younger brother much to your amusement.

“Hey bud, let’s take it easy on your brother okay?” A gruff voice comes from behind. “How you doing champ?” Robert DuBois walks in with two big paper bags from McDonalds.

“Fine! Like I told Dad for the hundredth time.” Little Robert emphasizes causing the adults to break into chuckles. Even Rick had cracked a smile. “I’m hungry, can I please eat Dad? Pleaseeee?” He drags out the last syllable and you wonder how Rick had the strength to not spoil this adorable kid. Parenting was certainly a wonder.

“Alright,” Rick gives in and the children cheer. “But no eating contests! I don’t want the Nurse telling me that she has to clean up after your mess Robert Quinn Flag.” He warns the younger of the two, trying to ignore Evan’s snickers.

“Don’t worry mate, I got it. Now why don’t you take a break! You look like you haven’t showered for ages.” Rick’s good friend steps in. You could have sworn the bigger Robert giving you a cheeky glance before turning his attention back to his friend.

“What about you Dr L/N? Are you busy?”

“Oh. Well, Robbie here was my last patient for the day. Thought I could see how he was doing before I say goodbye.” You replied, knowing that half of it was the truth. DuBois grin became wider and Rick smelled something brewing far away. As much he was his friend and partner on the field, Rick wanted to wipe the grin off his face.

“Good of you. Robbie, you feeling alright?” He looks at the boy who was named after him and was proceeding to make an assault on the fries. Robbie nods. “Uh huh, I’m -eachy.”

DuBois smiles, looking satisfied. “Great! Then you can have dinner with my friend here while I spend time with my godsons!” Rick’s head snaps towards his friend, mouthing a couple of words that you couldn’t make out.

“Yeah, sure! I would love too if Rick doesn’t mind.” You were casual but secretly hoping that you did not come off as desperate.

You see, when you had just transferred to Midway City Hospital, Robbie was one of your first patients. Despite his injuries that were borderline severe for a six year old, Robbie was lively as ever and may had a hand in getting you and Rick to talk to each other.

“Dr L/N!”

“Hello, Robbie. How are you feeling?”

“It still hurts, but it doesn’t hurt as much.” Robbie shrugs. The door slides open to reveal a strapping man whom you assumed to be Robbie’s father. Dressed in a black t-shirt, you could not help but to notice how it enhanced his physique. The moment he sees you, he attempts to sweep his blonde hair to one side, making himself presentable. Before he can say anything, his son beats him to it.

“My dad thinks you’re really pretty Dr L/N. I told him so but he didn’t believe me.” Robbie pouts, unaware that he had exposed Rick who turns beet red. Robbie doesn’t notice this and pushes on with his purpose. “He does! He wants to eat with you but he’s too scared to say anything.”

You were shocked at the brutal honesty of the kid, not knowing what to say yourself. Trying to be the professional medical personnel that you were trained to be, you made light of the situation.

“Aren’t you the big mouth huh? I suppose that means you are getting better! Now let’s check the machine ok?”

Bringing yourself back to present day, Rick coughs and looks at you, as if seeking for permission. You give a small nod. No ethical boundaries that you know of now that Robbie’s about to be discharged.

“I’m wrapping up in fifteen minutes if you can wait for me.”

And that’s how you find yourself almost running back to the counter to offload the equipment and belongings much to all the nurses’ and doctors’ amusement.

“Hot military single dad finally asked you out?” You turn to see Ingrid, one of the nurses chewing on gum with a cheeky glint in her eye. She was also one of your closest friends in the hospital. “About damn time.”

“Ingrid, it’s just a meal.” You blushed, not bothering to address the knowing look on her face with regards to your growing crush on the man. “I gotta go! Bye!” You dashed out almost as quick as you dashed in, leaving Ingrid chuckling at your eagerness to get to your “meal”.

***

You sliced the fish, placing it into your mouth to keep it occupied. Apart from meeting a cleanly shaven Rick at the first floor of the hospital, not a word was said between the two of you. Until now.

“Robbie will miss you. He always tells me how you took such good care of him.” Rick breaks the silence and you smile. “Well, Robbie is a pleasant boy. I’m just glad he’s better.”

Rick nods and you rack your brain for another conversation topic before the wave of silence hits again.

“So when can I-”

“Can I see you-”

You both look at each other and burst into laughter. “Please Doctor, go ahead.” Rick tells you.

“Call me Y/N. And no, you go ahead.”

A steely look of determination flashes Rick’s eyes and he sits up straight. “I hope that I can see you again. On another date. I want to get to know you better outside of this hospital and when my kids and best friend aren’t trying to play matchmaker.” He narrows his eyes in the direction behind you, causing you to turn around to see a large figure and two smaller figures farting behind a concrete slab of wall.

“I’m kind of upset you know.”

Rick neck almost suffers from whiplash from that sentence and you see the Colonel taken aback. You weren’t that mean so you break into a small smile much to his confusion.

“I was preparing so hard to ask you the same thing but I guess you have a habit of beating others to it first.”

Rick pauses, processing your words before he breaks out into a smile of his own. “I guess Robert making me clean up was worth something.”

You laugh at the sudden comment, shaking your head. “I would still have said yes Rick.”

“I’ve seen men who look polish but are the dirtiest, uncouth shit bags ever. To their wives, their children.” You closed your eyes for a moment to fight away the memories you were unfortunately a witness to. “You are an amazing father and I’m glad you asked me.”

A wave of confidence takes over Rick. “So, I know a great place and if you’re free for dinner on Saturday?” He pauses as if thinking about something. “I’ll let you once I find someone to take care of my boys.”

“Already taken care of lad! You just have a great meal with the Doctor!” A loud yell comes across the lobby that attracts everyone’s attention much to Rick’s embarrassment.

You almost fall off your chair at the force of two little bodies rushing to hug you.

“Yay! Now you can take care of me now!” Robbie jumps up and down, completely ignoring his long process to recovery. But it was Evan that took the both of you aback.

“Now can we call her mom?”

Your mouth is left hanging and Rick quickly comes to your rescue. “Slow your horses, it’s just a meal buddy.”

“But you love her!”

“Ok.” Rick mutters under his breath. “I think it’s time for Uncle Robert to take the two of you back so I can continue talking with Dr- Ms Y/N over here.” He cranes his neck, giving a death stare at his old friend who doesn’t seem to be any rush to rescue him from his kids.

As you wave goodbye to the kids and Robert, you turn to Rick who was trying to compose himself. You reach out, holding your hands in his.

“Hey, their sweet kids but whatever it is, you don’t need to be pressured.”

You squeeze his hand as a form of reassurance.

“We do this slowly. Together.”

#rick flag x reader #colonel rick flag x reader #rick flag

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lenreli · 10 months

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Day 28 - Cruise Ship

[AO3] 2022 Hob/1389 Dream from @windsweptinred’s post! Yesterday’s drabble with 1389 Hob/2022 Dream was part 1, technically. It’s time travel stuff. Part 3: 2022 Dreamling.

Hob isn’t sure how he ended up ― well, he’s pretty sure he’s in the Dreaming. Though, not like he’s used to, once he sees Dream, and he wonders if that contrived death by cruise ship maybe messed something up in his brain. The memories are vague, but he’s pretty sure his death was like one of those rube-goldberg machines of death in that horror movie after those kids miss that plane with a vision and―

“Robert Gadling?” Dream’s voice cuts off his thoughts, which he’s glad about, opening his mouth to answer until he looks at Dream. With shoulder-length hair. And a ruby around his neck, looking much like when they first met in 1389. And unlike the Dream he knows, greeting him with a dark scowl. “How did you get in here?”

“Ah,” he frowns, scratching his head, looking down at the clothes he definitely died in, in 2022, “good question. Dunno,” he shrugs, brain pulling up that one really weird dream he had in 1389 ― or thought was a dream, until right now, the memories hazy between Dream’s moans and his wet cunt, but he was at the New Inn, he realises. Not a dream, then. “Time travel, maybe?”

Dream gapes at him, brows furrowing and staring at him intensely, probably using whatever extra senses. “Why here, then?” Dream asks, arrogant, body straightening like he’s trying to be more intimidating, hands clasped in front of him, robe billowing.

“Probably because we already met in the Waking World, at this point, Dream,” he points out with a smile, and Dream startles, eyes widening and stepping away from him. He’d tell Dream about what his past self did to a future Dream but―probably a bit much for this Dream, practically tight-laced and skittish. “You’re very tense,” he says, stepping closer. “I’m not here to hurt you, Dream,” he says, voice soft.

Hob thinks of ― well, kissing Dream, touching him softly, unsure if Dream can see it. But Dream makes a sound, cheeks flushing red, blue eyes darting away from him. “That―you do not want that,” Dream falters.

“I’ve had 600 years of fantasising about you,” he says, and Dream inhales sharply, whether it’s from the amount of time, or the other thing, “I’m pretty sure I want it,” he steps closer, and Dream doesn’t step back, shock giving away to amazement. “I want to touch you,” he says softly, bringing a hand up to touch Dream’s cheek―the first time he’s ever touched Dream.

“The rules,” Dream says and Hob sighs, leaning forward to kiss Dream chastely, who freezes like he expects judgement.

“Fuck those,” he mutters, can feel Dream mouth the words against his lips, “whatever bullshit that is, doesn’t apply to me,” Hob says, hands going down to a pale throat, covered with high collar, and Dream chuckles, the sound abrasive, disturbing and wonderful.

“A man like you would say that,” Dream relaxes incrementally into the kiss and Hob nods, pressing Dream against a convenient wall, a hand going to a pale wrist, parting from Dream’s pink mouth to nip at the inside of it. “Gadling,” Dream ― whines, almost, eyelashes fluttering as he nibbles at the soft skin on his wrist, fingers gently going up under his black robe.

“Hob, please,” he says, kissing Dream’s wrist and knuckles, and in a quite smooth move that he’ll pat himself on the back for later, twirls Dream around, Dream’s back pressed against his front, and Hob licks up a pale throat to nibble at the shell of an ear.

“Did you not―“ Dream pants as his other hand goes up Dream’s chest, feeling what he’s pretty sure is unneeded breaths. “Want to touch me?”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over the years, is that anticipation can be really, really satisfying,” Dream whimpers, one of Dream’s hands coming up to clutch his hair as he holds Dream close to his body, feeling a lukewarm warmth. Dream smells like forests and oceans. Hob hums, hand on Dream’s chest going down slowly, until it reaches black pants, thumbnail pressing into Dream’s hips, down to covered thighs ― and Dream makes an annoyed sound, arching up into his thumb, and Hob looks down, Dream’s cock hard underneath the fabric.

“Hob,” Dream whines, relaxing even more into his hold and Hob shudders, nosing at Dream’s soft hair, pressing light kisses into it.

“Are you sure?” He asks, feeling Dream’s nod against his face, Dream’s deceptively strong body making him breathless with how Dream’s arching into him, against his own hard cock, pressed against the other’s arse. “Can I get that in words?” Dream practically growls, head twisting to bite at his chin and nose, eyes black and endless.

“Hob Gadling,” Dream’s voice booms throughout the room, through his body and he shivers, cock throbbing at the intensity, “either fuck me or touch my cock, but stop teasing,” Dream decrees.

Hob moans, both of their clothes suddenly vanishing, and he whimpers at the feeling of Dream’s naked body against his. Mind scrambled, his fingers dig into Dream’s thighs, other arm across Dream’s waist, and between one breath and the next, he’s inside Dream, walls hot and tight around his dick and he keens, biting Dream’s shoulder as they moan, pleasure spiraling quickly as he rocks into Dream.

“Yes,” Dream breathes, the hand in his hair almost painful, Dream’s other hand covering the one on his thigh as they come together.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smune #smune 2023 #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #writing #not sfw #yes i did more gfhgjg #also had to put in the final des/tination ref bc i love that series

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orangeinecstasy · 9 months

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lucky: one word, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobert keating

✧: part one

paring: robert x fem!oc

summery: luck brings them together once again, but after the honeysuckles preform a song about robert, will his perspective on kate change?

a/n: hey everyone! so i originally uploaded these to wattpad, but i wanted to have a bit of a platform change. please let me know what you guys think. my requests are currently open so pleas feel free to send in an idea you have. enjoy!

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*reblogs, likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

Looking into Robert's blue eyes, it truly felt like the world had stopped moving, but that was quickly interrupted by the bartender setting down my drinks. You've got to be fucking kidding me. Right now, the universe, right now?! I glanced down at the drinks and back up at him.

"Shit, I'm sorry I've got to go, but meeting you was really wonderful. Stay lucky!" grabbing the drinks. I leave the bar before he can respond, cursing myself as I do.

However, that was a couple of months ago. I stood outside the band's latest venue, having a last smoke before we went on. Sometimes I thought of that blue-eyed boy, but I never went out of my way to try and find him. There was something almost beautifully sad about not knowing him, and there was a crazy part of me that wanted to keep it that way. Wanted that wonder between the two of us.

Taking the final drag of my cigarette, I throw it onto the concrete below me, stub it out with the toe of my boot, and then walk back into the club's venue.

"Hey, you good?" Fawn says as I walk in, her arm wrapping around my shoulder. "Never better!" I smile, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before gathering everything I need for tonight's show.

"Let's fucking do this, lassies!" Willow yelled out, pumping her fist into the air as the four of us walked on, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Settling behind the drum kit, I look in the cup holding my drumsticks, ensuring I have a couple extra. Even though I had played hundreds of shows, there was still that feeling of nervousness that would build in the pit of my stomach. So many people think that the singer or the guitarist is the "most important band member," but when you truly think about it, it's the drummer. We have to control the tempo, one of the few critical parts of a song. If we slip up, even for a second, the whole set could be ruined.

Still, I take a few deep breaths as I slip in my in-ears and grab a pair of my sticks. I look down at the drum kit, then at the crowd before my sticks come crashing down on the kit, starting the first song of our set.

After we played the second to last song in our set, Kira paused, the spotlight encapsulating her amber skin in an incandescent glow, "Hey guys! Tonight, for our last song, we're going to perform a new one that our amazing drummer, Kate," she moves out of the way allowing me to come into a better view for the crowd. They cheer, "She wrote about this guy she met at a pub. Lucky boy, if you're still out there, she's single. We hope you like it!" The cheers continued as Kira made the announcement. After a beat or two, the cheering calmed, queuing me to start our newest song, Lucky.

"One, two, three." I strike my drumsticks together as I count before starting our final song. The energy that flowed throughout me was like nothing I had felt before. A part of me was really nervous about performing a song I wrote by myself because most of our music was written by the four of us. But that feeling faded as I got into my favorite parts of the beat. But sadly, like all things, the song came to an end.

My breath was heavier than usual as my eyes stared down at the drum kit below me. I took out one of my in-ears to hear the crowd yelling the loudest they had yelled the whole night. I slip my sticks into my back pocket before pulling my shirt up and allowing it to rest on my shoulders, exposing my mind drift and the black bralette I was wearing underneath. Honestly, I didn't care that much; anything to help me cool off before saying our final goodbyes.

I grabbed Kira and Willow's hands, the four of us taking our final bow of the night. "Thank you, everyone!" Fawn said into her mike as we split apart. "Hey, can I borrow that for a second?" I ask Fawn, and she nods, handing me the mike. "I just want to thank everyone for responding positively to our newest song Lucky. It truly does mean the world to me. I love you all. Have a great night!" smiling, I set the mike back down onto its stand before looking into the crowd to see who I should throw my stick to. Then I saw them. Those eyes that I will never forget. The eyes of my lucky boy, Robert.

Once I snapped out of it, I realized that I had been standing there about to throw my drumsticks for an awkward amount of time. Laughing at myself, I throw the sticks to a pair of girls, my eyes quickly flashing back at Robert's before finally walking off the stage.

"Guys…" I say as I start to remove my other in-ear and detach the cords from my exposed body, "I think I just saw the lucky boy in the crowd. I could be going fucking crazy because we just played a song about him, but I swear I would notice those blue eyes anywhere." I set my in-ears down, my hands pushing through my curls as my brain tried to wrap around what I had just seen.

"You're fucking joking!" Willow yells, clapping me on my bare back because I have yet to fix my shirt. "That's crazy!" she laughed, shaking my shoulders as we returned to the dressing room. I love it when my friends think it's the funniest thing in the world when I have a crisis.

I huff, my hand falling from my hair to my side as I lean down to rummage through my bag, grabbing my cigarette and lighter. "I'm going to go out for a smoke. I'll help pack up in a sec." The girls gave a unanimous okay as I started to walk out the door. "Don't forget that we're meeting that band that Kira is friends with after the show!" Fawn called out from the dressing room as I opened the back entrance door. "Okay!" I shouted back quickly before stepping outside into my much-needed alone time.

Lighting the cigarette, I hate a long drag off of it, letting the smoke fumble lazily from my lips. "It couldn't be him. Not in a fucking million years. You're just being crazy, Kate. Get out of your head." I mumble to myself, taking a couple more long drags off the cigarette before a few fans come up to me, asking for pictures and autographs, so of course, I obliged. "Okay, my loves, I have to go. Thank you so much for coming to the show!" throwing my cigarette on the ground, I set it out, waved goodbye to the fans, and went back in through the back door. As I walked in, I could hear the chatter of my bandmates and some unfamiliar male voices coming from the band room, which made me realize that I still hadn't fixed my shirt from half taking it off at the end of the concert. Welp, those pictures will follow me across the internet, I thought as I fixed my white t-shirt back into place before entering the dressing room.

"Hey guys, sorry for being late. I got caught up taking pictures." my hands reach for one another, returning to that nervous habit of twisting my now infamous horseshoe ring. "You're all good! Guys, this is Kate, our drummer. Kate, this is Ryan, Josh, Eli, and-"

"Robert." I cut her off, my eyes slightly widening as my eyes met his. "I cannot fucking believe this." I start laughing to myself, and after a few moments, so does Robert.

"I think they've gone a bit mental…." Ryan says, looking over at Willow with a confused look which she simply shrugs at, not knowing what's going on either.

"This is the lucky boy. Robert is Lucky." he stands, still slightly laughing to himself as he walks over to me, arms wrapping me in a slightly unexpected hug. "It's nice to see you again, horseshoe girl," he said low enough so that only I could hear. "Well, the two of us are going to go for a smoke. We'll be back soon." Robert said as we broke away from the hug, his hand now holding onto mine as he quickly dragged me out of the room before anyone could interject.

The two of us stepped outside into the light night Dublin air, making a slight shiver run down my spine. "I assume we didn't just come here to have a smoke." my eyebrow cocks, as I look up at the taller cigarette between his lips, a lighter following closely behind it. "Hmm, that's debatable." he chuckled, handing me the already lit cig, which I took a long drag from.

"What a fucking crazy way to meet each other again, huh. First, at a pub where we have matching rings. Now at my gig where you were pretty much forced to hear a song completely written about you. At the same time, I stood on stage for five minutes half naked." an embarrassed chuckle leaves my lips, the realization of what the two of us truly experienced setting in, making me unable to look him in the eyes.

"I mean, I'd be more than interested in seeing you half-naked again. Fuck, even fully naked." he laughs, trying to dissolve some of the tension between us as he takes the cig back, taking a few quick drags off of it.

"Phffttt, I think you might have to do a little more convincing than that, love." I nudge his arm gently. "Well… You know what they say about bass players." the two of us erupt in laughter, like old friends who had just shared the most personal inside joke.

"You are a fucking Wiseman." I take the final drag off the cigarette, then step it out.

"But seriously, I know this might sound crazy, but don't you think this is the universe telling us something?" he turns to face me more clearly, the ocean-blue eyes looking into the deepest parts of my persona.

"If I'm being frank, I think it might be. Maybe it's time to test our luck, hmm, Bobby?" I smile up at him, our bodies naturally moving closer until his arm is wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. "Yeah, I'd like that." he leans down, and I can hear my heart in my chest as our lips finally connect. We melt into each other, and it feels like time is standing still.

We slowly pull away, both of our faces slightly flushed. "We should probably head back." I rub my nape gently, and he nods in agreement, taking my ringed hand into my own.

We walked hand in hand back into the dressing room, and the conversation between our bandmates paused. "Well, look who it is, the lucky couple," Eli says, which causes the room to start filling with laughter.

Even though it was all fun in games at the moment, when I looked up at Rob and he looked down at me, I knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world. So maybe wearing a horseshoe ring for all those years was a good idea.

#inhaler dublin x reader #inhaler band #inhaler dublin #inhaler #robert keating #bobby skeetz #eli hewson #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #josh jenkinson

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callsign-joyride · 2 years

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Someone To Come Home To | Bob Floyd

Summary: Time with Bob before he leaves for the mission makes you think back to a previous relationship.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader

Content warnings: Implied sex, spousal death, mentions of pregnancy/child birth/post-partum depression (it's brief), angst with a happy ending

A/N: Because this imagine talks about post-partum depression, I want you to know that you are not alone. If you're going through a crisis, call or text 9-8-8 if you live in the US or your local emergency services.

My inbox is open for anyone who wants to leave a request or chat about anything.

"You okay? You've got that far off look in your eyes," you told Bob. He sighed and grabbed your hand. Moonlight poured into the room through the slghtly open curtains and the soft ticking of a clock could be heard. You had been laying together in a post sex haze for what had seemed like hours, but the time always seemed to go by different when you were with Bob.

"We leave for the mission tomorrow and it's a-,"

"Don't start that with me, Bob. You're going to make it back. Phoenix knows what she's doing."

"Yeah, I know that, but I'm scared. I know how long it took you to move on from Mike and I can't put you through that."

You were three months pregnant when you got the call that your husband had been involved in a strike down. You knew that things like these happened, but you neverthught that they would happen to you. The only thing that you could think about was the fact it seemed like the rest of your life had just begun, in good ways and bad. It took you three and a half years (almost to the day) to take your wedding ring off for good. When you went to collect his belongings, you met Bob.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, ma'am. Uh, he saved me and my partner. He loved you a lot, and if there's anything that you need, I'm here to help you."

Bob's words made you put the box of things down and cry. Your hands were shaking as you got your phone out. Bob looked confused as you opened your email and pulled up the pictures from your last ultrasound.

"I'm pregnant and I don't know what to do now. He was so happy when I told him. I would argue that he was happier then than he was on our wedding day. Of course I have support from both of our families but I've never had a baby. I've never thought about the possibility of raising this kid alone. Like, okay, I have six months until I'm due, but that doesn't feel like enough time if that makes sense?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean. Tell me what you need."

"Okay. I have another scan coming up in a few weeks and I can't do it alone. Actually, I don't think I can do any of this alone but that's kind of besides the point right now."

Bob gave you his phone number when you decided that you were going to go home. The simple gesture started a years long friendship. He held your hand through the painful contractions and spoke positive affirmations in your ear as the labor and delivery nurse told you that your baby would be out with one last push.

You cried when one of the nurses placed the baby boy on your chest. He looked just like your late husband. Once you got to go home, Bob stayed with you and the baby for the first few weeks so that you could get adjusted. Even with Bob around most of the time, it felt like you couldn't bring yourself to take care of your child. That was when you got diagnosed with a case of post-partum depression. It made sense, because all you really wanted was to be with Mike, but it was still hard to deal with.

You had to practically beg Bob to take deployment. Your son was eight weeks old, and you felt like you had the means to take care of him on your own. Of course, suggesting that he take deployment didn't really end well. The two of you never argued, but you were both tired and stressed.

"I feel like I can't. I'm always in the back. It's hard not to think about what happened to Mike. I saw everything. We were all trying to tell him not to do it. He had someone to come home to, we didn't. But no, he had to do this maneuver and take all of the hits for us."

"I didn't know you until I picked up his stuff, but he did the right thing. The circumstances weren't ideal, I know that, but he was damn good at his job. And I think it's pretty safe to say that you're damn good at yours."

That sold him on taking deployment. As hard as it was to watch him leave, he always promised to come back. And he did. This was his second deployment of the relationship, and your son was nine months old. You could hear him babbling from his high chair as you sliced grapes into smaller pieces, and you smiled when you heard an engine stop, keys jingle, and the front door swing open.

"Dada!" The baby said. You knew that Bob was set to come home, but you weren't expecting that. You brought the snack over to your kid and looked at Bob. The two of you had started to laugh at what was going on.

"Good job, buddy!" Bob said. You hadn't been dating at that point, but Bob stuck to his word. He was the perfect father figure, too. You basically lived together, but it was like you were two idiots in love. You didn't want to admit it because it would mean that you were "over" Mike. Bob didn't want to admit it because it could've brought a valuable relationship to an end. But your son, who had now just turned two and didn't really know any better, really thought that you were dating.

"Would it hurt to at least give this a shot?" Bob asked you one night, after helping put your son to bed. You instantly knew what he was trying to say, and the anxiety hit you like a ton of bricks.

"I suppose not but don't mess this up. We've been through too much."

You had lucked out. Bob was mainly stationed in Lemoore, so you didn't have to move around too much. When he got called back to Top Gun was when you were worried. Top Gun was for the best of the best, and even though you knew that he was probably going to be fine, you couldn't help but worry.

"I'll always come back to you," he said. The two of you kissed before he wrapped his arms around you and you fell asleep.

#bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #angst #angst with a happy ending #robert bob floyd #x reader #reader insert #top gun maverick angst

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roberrtphilip · 19 days

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does sofia ever wish she had a brother or a little sibling ever? or is she always content being the babiest of babies, lowkey an only child when morgan goes to college and such.

ough,,, she would hate having another sibling 😩

I think Giselle would bring up the topic of having another baby when Sofia's almost three, because Morgan's moving out soon, and she's such a social kiddo, they don't want her getting too lonely, you know? and if they do want another kid, they should certainly start trying sooner rather than later. But as soon as she mentions the idea, both her and Robert start laughing because Sofia,,,, Sofia !!!

She hates sharing, and loves being the center of attention, and another sibling ?? oh, she's gonna have to share everything, including that attention !! Robert jokingly says, "she'd hate having a younger sibling because it would mean sharing you." and Giselle says, "and you!! and Morgan." "And Nancy, and Edward." "And Pip." "And her toys."

and while Sofia started off having lighter, more red hair, as she gets older, it gets darker, like Robert's, and she basically looks nearly identical to him. which she does like, but sometimes she'll grumble about how she wishes she had "Mama's pretty hair" and "Mama's pretty smile" and Robert, again, jokes, "we can't risk having another kid, because if they end up looking like you, she might just go crazy."

and like, if they had another girl ?? one who Robert calls his "little princess", when she is the little princess ???? ough... and when they start talking, and saying "mama", Sofia would probably be like, "um she's my mama, get your own 😠😠"

I think if they did have another baby, Sofia would eventually grow to love them, and probably turn into an overprotective sibling, but those first few months would be Rough™️

Overall, she definitely strongly prefers being the Baby™️ of the family. After she and Robert discuss the possibility, and decide against it, I think Giselle might ask how she feels about the idea, and Sofia would flat out say, "No", which would confirm what they already knew.

Morgan is the only sibling she ever wants and, even as close as they are (and I think they're very close, despite their ages), once she moves out, Sofia kind of thinks, "oh... wait... now I never have to share Mama and Daddy... hold on a minute 😈" like she was heartbroken when Morgan said she was moving, but the thought of not having to share everyone's attention so much made her feel a little bit better.

#I actually really love the idea of like. if they /did/ try to have another kid #that kid would actually end up being twins and ough.#wonderful babies of course but sofia would be like '... there's /two/ of these freaks ?? I have to share everything with /two/ of them ???'#simply Not the Vibe #anyway thank you. she's a stinker <3 #lumiereandcogsworth #ask #sofia philip #hc

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supernatural s11e17 red meat (w. robert berens, andrew dabb)

have a vague idea this episode is gonna be difficult to watch, didn't have the emotional fortitude to watch it last night

well, sam getting shot in the cold open sure would do it.

DEAN All right, well, we make a call and we put somebody on it. SAM Yeah, but... [He sighs, closes his laptop and looks at Dean]. We'll get him back. DEAN How? SAM I... I don't know. But we'll figure it out.

i feel like an asshole but i'm like, are we talking about cas? dunno what other dude he'd be distraught over. maybe it's my total lack of emotional connection with the character but i'm just very ???? literally whatever i'm expecting they're feeling about him, i'm always wrong. broken record on that.

s11e17 / s8e23

reminded of that little smile dean gave sam when he was wrapping his hand in the church. and it reminds me of being with my mom when she was dying in the hospital. we're gonna smile and be so positive and softer than we normally would, but also try to keep it light. (i'm not sure i have the emotional fortitude for this tonight either)

not quite sure i'll ever have it to watch sam die like this. this is awful. trying to talk myself into just finishing so i don't end up crying for an extended period of time today and another day.

BILLIE It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him.

just saw this line in an edit recently and thought it was attributed to Death, no wonder i didn't remember it.

DEAN I'm asking you... I'm begging you, please. Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead. BILLIE I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead.

here's where i'm never happy with anything. despite the unhinged love and commitment of it all, this all is really veering into emotional torture porn for me. how can we make it the worst. and then a little worse on top of that. except instead of making me irritated, i'm just more sad and want it to be over. maybe this is one i won't be able to appreciate until i have some distance.

DEAN Michelle, this is gonna be very hard. But you will be okay. And, eventually... eventually you'll get back to normal. MICHELLE No, I won't. They said I could leave an hour ago. But... where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that.

not sure what this pointed zoom into dean making the sad puppy face is about. we know he can't be normal when sam dies, he knows it too?? does he remember that year with lisa and ben? and now he has the threat of not only losing sam, that sam won't be waiting for him in heaven or anywhere else if he does die.

well, fortunately we have the production draft of the script linked in the wiki for this one so actually can get answer

so i mean.. ok. both watched their husbands die is what we're saying

DEAN So, that's it, huh? Two quarts O-neg, and you're good to go.

i thought we were treating abdominal gunshot wounds like the serious emergency they are but i guess not

SAM Hey, so, what did you do? When you thought I was dead? What did you do? DEAN Thought about redecorating your room [Sam chuckles], you know, putting in a Jacuzzi, a nice disco ball... really class up the joint. SAM Right, seriously. DEAN What, I, uh... I knew you weren't dead. SAM Right. DEAN I knew.

so i mean. sam not buying that, clearly. wonder if dean ever tells him

should remember to check for a script next time i have wonderings about what they're trying to convey with their faces (went to check if they had 11x11 because i was curious about that whole pining line, but wiki doesn't have one linked)

tonal shift after the like.. heavy focus on sam (mostly) dying very... graphic in swimming around in the pain and slow death and almost-murder of it all and then we're having dean kill himself (briefly) to try to take sam's place with no consideration of repercussions, to hey dude we saved (and tried to kill sam) is a werewolf and he changed and he's gonna punch through this cop's chest cavity in a pretty silly manner. so no moral quandary killing him either, look at that. weird. anyway, the woman who played michelle was really good in those emotional scenes

i'm wiped out.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x17 #robert berens #andrew dabb

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eridan-amporaa · 8 months

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Ooo okay SO-

Skid and Pump being Light and Void works really well for them, conflicting aspects that balance each other out and benefit them both - Pump as a Seer is amazing and fits with him being the first character shown to be Stars'd and the unlock of Weird Supernatural Knowledge as a result

Skid as an Heir also has the double meaning of him being the "heir" to the cult, if his dad actually was the leader of it

Roy as a Thief is perfect, riling up others to make him feel better about himself. I could see his "quest" being him learning how to use it constructively

Ross as a Mind player is interesting -- he'd probably end up as the sort of "guide", stealing the information the group needs to actually complete the game

Susie as a Heart player. Yes. In classic Homestuck fashion, the heart on her shirt can even serve as foreshadowing to her role

Don't have much to say about Robert or Ethan, theirs seem fitting. I bet Ethan would have a laugh about the "made of doom" pun tho

Kevin absolutely fits as a Page, and it brings the idea of him having to reach his potential somehow. Also it's like the game itself is telling him to get a Life which I think is funny and VERY fitting for him

Mage of Space Streber... yeah that tracks. Especially with Space, Streber leads with the creation of the Genesis Frog, fiddling with them like his inventions until they're perfect. Him being a Mage also fits with how both of the canon Mages lost something but still do their things without it

Radford as a Prince of Time... ohohoho, now that's interesting. Him feeling like he's "running low on time" could factor into how he plays, worried that they won't have enough time to make the frog and stoke the forge, or that somehow he's going to do something that will doom them all.

The thought of Time could also be related to his family, like not having enough time to spend with them, not wanting them to grow up so soon, or maybe even the fear of his little sister not having much time left, if she has a series illness and wasn't just sick with a cold or something

There's also the more silly connection of him loving movies, which are Timeless

love all this analysis, there are actually a couple things i hadn't even considered in here! some bullet points for other stuff to go with these:

all of the characters have a counter to their aspect - skid n pump being Light and Void, rob and roy as Hope and Rage, etc. the only pair not included is breath and blood... hm. guess we'll see if there are any other characters to incorporate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

there are also several class combos here - ross n roy being Rogue and Thief, streber n pump being Mage and Seer, etc. could result in some interesting duos combat wise, as well as some unlikely friendships!

on a similar note, the Knight is always supposed to help protect the Space player. susie n streber friendship arc!! (for the record im not changing any ages. highschoolers can be friends with adults sue me)

kevin absolutely hates his godtier outfit. Like, hell no. And he has to wear it in front of the kids AND his crush(es)?? hells to the no!!!! he grabs a spare pair of pants asap (also I almost made him a Bard of Doom... that would be so much worse LOL)

ross, being a rogue, would steal knowledge directly from the sprites. which is how he learns about all the stuff we know as observers (class/aspect pairs, active vs passive, etc.) this is also how he figures out how to godtier. susie is the one to point out that "hey, if we don't all godtier, we'd have to watch more people we care abt die and that would be Bad". so their main overall quest for a while would prolly be to get everyone to godtier

im stealing ur idea for roys quest it makes sense i love it

radford was at work when he had to play sburb, idk where susie/pump were but they were separated (skid n pump werent hangin out either tho). rob has his sister with him at home. his parents, along with susie's parents, will never be seen again - they got left behind. surviving parents/guardians/family r abuelo wonder, lila, ross's parents, roy's parents, rob's sister, and ethan's fam. they got lucky. the only guardians to die during the game r roy's parents and maybe abuelo wonder

yea rad is paranoid asf lmao poor guy (<- continues making up angst scenarios for him)

#homestuck #spooky month #spooky month au #spookystuck au #homestuck au #hsmisc.txt

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Was Rhaegar hoping for Elia to die giving birth to Aegon? I mean he crowned Lyanna while Elia was still pregnant and before he learned she couldn't have any more children.

I dont think Rhaegar was hoping for Elia to die giving birth for a couple of reasons

1 - He could have just tried killing her in an easier way by making her have a 3rd child and then marrying Lyanna after an appropriate mourning period if thats what he wanted. I cant remember whether it was that the maester said Elia just couldnt have more children (as in couldnt concieve) or whether it was that Elia couldnt have more children safely (as in her and the child would live past the birth). There was quite a gap between when he crowned Lyanna and when he ran off with her and he seems to have run off with her after Aegon was born. This means that he knew Elia possibly wouldnt live past a third pregnancy when he decided to take off with Lyanna. The timeline around Roberts Rebellion is quite fuzzy though so this is hard to piece together. If he ran off with Lyanna before Ageon was born then maybe???

2 - His fixation on the prophecy - the things he is doing with his children (trying to have 3, using the naming scheme of the conquerors, Having Aegon be conceived during the time of the comet etc) stem from a desire to fulfill the prophecy and create the prince that was promised. I know fandom argues about how much him taking off with Lyanna was based on "love" for her vs seeing her as a vessel to bring forth his third child but from his actions during the war we can at least see he isnt actively plotting Elia's death. He kept Elia and Rhaenys and Aegon on dragonstone until Aerys recalled them to KL to use as hostages for Dornish loyalty.

3 - Finally characterisation as a reason he wouldnt do this. In the books Rhaegar isn't portrayed (or thought of by anyone except Robert) as an evil person. Hoping your wife kicks the bucket giving birth to your second kid is Craster level evil and i dont think GRRM set up Rhaegar to be characterized this way. I think he's just selfish/has enough of a messiah complex to simply not care about the way his actions are affecting his first wife. "Of course she'd be happy to be the mother of 2 heroes they're going to save westeros from the long night and shes lucky to be part of that" etc etc.

Also just from an outsiders perspective he seems to be either consciously or subconsciously trying to replicate the original trio of Aegon/Rhaenys/Visenya with himself as Aegon Lyanna as Visenya and Elia as Rhaenys. Snd with his own 3 children as the 3 conquerors. This would require Elia to live and be cast in the role of one of the wives.

Of course the thing is despite not actively hoping for Elia to die his political stupidity and actions cause her death and the deaths of their children anyway. That's one of the things i find so interesting about the situation - hes ostensibly this gentle clever handsome prince who at every turn makes the WORST decision possible.

He probably didnt set out to hurt Elia's feelings during the Tourney of Harrenhal! He probably didn't want to have sex with Elia so soon after her bedrest ended after her 1st pregnancy but you see he has to because the comet is here! He probably wants her on Dragonstone away from his clearly insane father but it's really just easier to leave her in KL and he promises he'll somehow fix all this in some way during an unspecified time during the future!

His moitivations mattered less than the result of his actions because functionally nothing changes if he hoped Elia died. He got her killed anyway. Hes like a bad person but not because hes evil deep down it's because he consistantly makes choices that hurt almost everyone close to him to serve a prophecy. And what makes it even worse is that he seems to realize these are the wrong choices but he goes ahead and makes them anyways because he thinks its for the greater good or its just easier for him personally.

#i think the thing i find interesting about Rhaegar is that hes like if Prince Charming decided to randomly commit arson #and then u find out it isnt random and prince charming burned 800 people alive for a greater cause #like how do you reason or make sense of someone like that? You cant!

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"Oh gosh yeah, I mean my father was a huge fan of David Lean's 'Lawrence of Arabia' and in the 80s, they released a director's cut. They had allowed Lean to go in and restore certain scenes, they found footage, he put a lot of care and attention into that in the mid-80s; I think it was actually Spielberg and Scorsese who'd enabled that. So he took me to the movie theater in Chicago, McClurg's it was called, it was the big screen there, to watch it on 70mm, and so I got to have sort of, have the experience that he had had as a, as a young man watching it and no, it was, it was a very special experience and I think movies can do that - they can bring people together in the most extraordinary ways."

"Yeah I think there's a very strong relationship. What I learned on that film was that it's a very helpful, milepost for the audience; it's a helpful signifier of where they're going on the journey and I wanted to use that again. It's technically and aesthetically, it's an enjoyable way to work because the color is reinvigorated every time we come back to it, the black and white is special every time you cut to it. But more than that, it's a very important narrative technique for just trying to orient the audience; Memento was a very complex film, you know, we'll talk backwards and all that - it really helped guide the audience through some feeling of orientation with a complex story. And with Oppenheimer it's a differently complex story but I really want people to feel the difference between when they're watching the color sequences they're in his head; they're seeing just what he saw and experiencing the world the way he saw it. Black and white, we're more in Robert Downey Jr.'s character, Lewis Strauss; we're more in his point of view. We're looking at Oppenheimer from across the room rather than right over his shoulder, and black and white color is a nice sort of subliminal way of, of doing that."

"...a similar approach to the practical, to trying to photograph real world things, to give, you know that first detonation of the atomic bomb was one of the most, must have been one of the most hypnotic and terrifying things; beautiful, terrifying in equal measure, and so we really needed to find a way in this film to represent that in a way that the audience could feel some of that, that extraordinary sense of witnessing that first unleashing of the power of the atom."

"I mean yes, nothing is as positive as catharsis. I mean the thing with Oppenheimer's story uniquely from my other films, and thank you for your kind comments about them, but the reality is that this story uniquely doesn't leave you with anything too comfortable, so yes, it stays with me in, in ways that, in ways that I almost wish it wouldn't - but that's the nature of the story, that's the story we're telling. It's a troubling story and I hope that we've told it in a way that's engaging and it's a strange word, entertainment, it's a strange word to use in relation to this kind of experience but you know that's, that's the point of its engagement and excitement of watching the story, but it leaves you with resonant and troubling questions yes; that's why I wanted to tell the story."

"Well I'm having that experience with my kids at the moment because they're now teenage boys, they're sixteen and nearly eighteen. So I'm having that connection all the time where, you know, I have, I have lists of movies that I very pretentiously think are the best, you know, the best movies ever made, and we sit down and watch them together. Recently, what did we watch? We watched Apocalypse Now recently, like the, the, the you know, the Redux, you know, director's cut, and then what else did we watch? Oh, The Big Lebowski, you know, some of these films that are like, for me, up there, and, and it's great to see them through the eyes of my kids and, and then we have discussions and talk about it, so yeah, movies do that don't they?"

"The - yeah - really good question. The, the, the, the, the pipe and the hat were sort of himself self-mythologizing, you know, they're very conscious decisions. So the hat we, we, we were looking for the hat really, really early, early on in the camera tests. I remember we found one really quickly and both myself and Chris kind of knew instantly that that was the hat. And then, the, with the hands on his sides - I saw a lot of photographs because there's not that much foot- candid footage of him; there's lots of footage of him like giving lectures and talking but it's quite performative, but there's lots of footage - and he seemed to stand with one hand on the hip, one or the other hand on the hip, and there's a lot of pictures of him with Groves doing that, and I thought: 'That's very interesting, that's his sort of default pos -sort of physical stance' so I just used it. You know, these little things can be very helpful; sometimes a character's - sometimes the superficial stuff can really help with the interior stuff, exterior stuff."

"Yeah, that's a really good question. I, I, I, I've always found that in my career like, you can intellectualize and, and go really, really deep into work and it can become very heady and academic but ultimately, when you get in the room with an actor and a director, then it becomes about emotion and heart and instinct, and I think that applies in my game. I've always found if, if you think too much, you can kind of lose it."

#Oppenheimer #Christopher Nolan #Momento #Lawrence of Arabia #Robert Downey Jr #Cillian Murphy

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how do you think Visenya and Baelon would've done if they got incarnated later into the Targaryen dynasty? Kids of Aegon V, or siblings of Aerys II or siblings of Rhaegar or something?

Hi anon!

I think if Baelon and Visenya were born at almost any other time (assuming Baelon was not a firstborn son), they would be largely footnotes on the grander scheme of history. Baelon doesn’t really want the throne or power, he just takes on the responsibility because he feels like it would disrespect his mother’s sacrifice to do otherwise. In a part of history where his father didn’t kill his mother for him, he’s going to care even less.

So as kids of Aegon V:

We’re assuming Baelon is born after Duncan and Jaehaerys, but even if he wasn’t our boy is probably not going to be king. Way more likely he punts it off to his younger brother.

Aegon V was very against incestuous marriages, so Baelon and Visenya would be betrothed to other people. I say that probably lasts right up until they’re 15-16 years old at most because they’re going to run off and get married. I think the difference here between them running off and Jaehaerys and Shaera doing the same thing is that Baelon and Visenya probably aren’t going to go back. Because like…what’s waiting for them there? An angry father, royal duties, responsibilities neither of them have ever really wanted or asked for? They’re going to steal a bunch of shit right before they leave the Keep, get married, and then fuck off to somewhere like Essos. They’ll live their silly little lives being in love and careless and dumb.

It’s likely they’d still be alive during Robert’s Rebellion and even for the events of the series, but I don’t think they’d involve themselves very much. Definitely not in the wars themselves because they wrote themselves out of it on purpose and also they’re old now. They don’t know any of the Targaryens still alive or particularly care about them. They don’t have the same sense of familial loyalty that they do when they’re born during the Dance, and what they did have for their siblings did not transfer over to their brother’s kids and grandkids.

Robert has people watching them undoubtedly, but I don’t think he’d try to have them killed. They’re both old and fled the throne once, there’s no indication they’d want to fight for it now.

They would support Dany’s claim, though, in a very distant “yeah hope she gets it back” kind of way, and they would be very excited at the thought of her bringing back the dragons.

Since we don’t know how the books end yet, I can’t really say for sure beyond that point, except Baelon and Visenya are perfectly happy where they are and aren’t getting involved with anything even if asked.

Siblings of Aerys II:

(We are again assuming Aerys’s younger siblings.)

Baelon and Visenya are going to be married, though we’ll leave it up in the air why Jaehaerys felt strongly enough to argue with his father about it. Maybe the wood witch’s prophecy involved them, too.

Robert’s Rebellion never happens because Baelon’s gonna kill Aerys himself.

One thing that mostly always stays the same about Baelon is that he is very protective of his sisters. Especially Visenya but all of his sisters. Baelon does not let people put their hands on his sisters, full stop, regardless of every other factor of his relationship with them. He doesn’t have a particularly close relationship with Rhaella. They aren’t even friends, really, it’s nothing like our Baelon’s relationship with Rhaenyra. But the second he finds out Aerys is abusing her, he’s a dead man.

Which is a difficult decision, no doubt, because Baelon does care about his brother in his own way, but he has been watching him spiral further and further into madness every year. And now his unhappy marriage has turned into an abusive one, and Visenya tells him that Rhaella cries in the night??

Baelon very cheerfully decides to become a kinslayer, and Visenya is basically like “okay babe be safe love you”

I’m not sure how exactly he’d manage it, being as Aerys was so damned paranoid about everything and everyone, but he’d find a way. Single-handedly saving the Targaryen dynasty by murdering his brother before he can kill Ned Stark’s dad and brother, before Rhaegar takes Lyanna. Rhaegar probably isn’t even married to Elia yet.

Downside, Dany and Viserys won’t exist because their dad is dead well before they’re supposed to be born.

Now, the real question after this is Rhaegar.

Rhaegar was reportedly very uneasy about his father but hoping to just wait him out, since Tywin was handling matters of ruling pretty well, and he didn’t want to have to move against his father. But I don’t think that would be enough to make him be like “yeah okay unc, fair enough, you’re good”, especially since Aerys wouldn’t have yet reached the height of his madness. At the very, very, very least he’d get sent to the wall, but it’s way more likely he’d be executed.

Visenya can’t go to the wall, and they can’t be together if Baelon is dead, so they must likely bolt immediately after he kills Aerys and do not come back. Unlike when they do this as Aegon V’s children, they are never going to be able to just sit still and live. They are going to spend the rest of their lives running, and whether they get caught or not entirely depends on how viciously Rhaegar decides to chase them.

Or at least a good bit of their lives, until the Long Night comes and Rhaegar has bigger problems to worry about because Baelon might have accidentally made it so the prince(ss) who was promised was never born.

(I am a firm believer that it is Dany, but I know that is only a theory so decide on that how you will.)

Rhaegar’s siblings:

This is the one case where I think that Baelon and Visenya would fight for the throne, less because they want it or care but because of the murder of their family.

I think it would be interesting if they and Dany were triplets because of the whole three-headed dragon thing, but it’s more likely they were born between Viserys and Dany.

(If they were closer in age to Rhaegar, Baelon would be on the battlefield with him and Visenya back with Elia at the Keep, so they would both be dead.)

The thing is that Baelon and Viserys are constantly at each other’s throats, because Viserys is a nasty little shit who thinks he’s special. Baelon is younger than him, and, like Aemond, he’s small until he hits puberty and has several gigantic growth spurts. Viserys is older and bigger, so for a long while of their childhood Baelon can’t really do anything when one of them “wakes the dragon” and their brother has a fit.

Once he does suddenly shoot up to significantly bigger than Viserys, the dragon wakes a lot less.

Shocker.

Viserys also initially wants to sell Visenya to the Dothraki, and when Baelon immediately has a knife pointed at him, he tells him if it isn’t Visenya then it will have to be Dany. And Baelon looks at Dany and Visenya, kind of huddled up against each other, and Dany’s thirteen. She’s a baby. His baby sister, and he loves her so much, he does.

He loves Visenya more.

He never really forgives himself for it.

He spends most of his time very drunk for a while after Dany is married, or lurking near Visenya because he’s very suspicious of the khalasar. Fights with Viserys a lot more.

Has to shove his head into a bucket of water and scream when he finds out his little sister, tiny and small and so fucking young, is pregnant. Visenya holds him, but sometimes he catches her looking at Dany with this guilt on her face.

And they both know they would be dead already, if they’d let Visenya be the one, because they couldn’t stay apart and Drogo would have caught them together, but it doesn’t make it easier.

When Viserys is killed, Dany turns to look at him. With her big eyes and her soft face, and she’s looking at him like she expects him to do something, and Baelon isn’t even thinking when he kneels.

Visenya only looks at him for a moment before she kneels too.

(“You are the elders,” Dany said, uncertainly, later that night.

“And you,” said Baelon, “are khaleesi.”)

They are, admittedly, not that upset when Drogo dies. Delighted, a little, in fact, though they hurt to see Dany hurt. She does not see the atrocities that they see when they think of her marriage, because she is young and thinks she knows love.

Baelon has never heard his sisters scream the way that they do when the baby dies.

He has never screamed the way he screams when Dany walks into the pyre.

(He has never wept the way he weeps when she walks back out.)

There are three Targaryens for three dragons, and, wherever Dany goes, it’s with Baelon on her right and Visenya on her left. It’s love, for the most part, and it’s guilt for what they allowed to happen to her, but it is loyalty as only dragons can show it.

Three dragons conquered Westeros once, and three dragons do the same all over again.

I hope this kind of answers what you were asking for?? It was fun to think about :)

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S4: The Good, The Mediocre and The Weird

Yep, after the mess that was S3 I’m apparently easier to win back than your Intrepid Girl Reporter High School Ex, so there isn’t even a bad category, I truly enjoyed most aspects of the season. Hell, I have so much good will toward it even Murray was tolerable (might just be dead inside, who knows).

The Good:

The Characters: They’re back! They care about each other! They don’t act like they absolutely can’t stand each other for no reason and treat each other like trash! I was expecting pointless multi-episode bickering about if Lucas Had Really Betrayed Them or no one believing each other about supernatural shit absolutely arbitrability, but nope. I kept being pleasantly surprised as characters showed love and concern and logical priorities. Even minor characters like the Parents or Callahan and Powell, or Chrissy (RIP, I really liked you Chrissy) got some excellent, compassionate beats.

There were also so MANY great little moments that actually show development (Nancy nearly breaking down in tears the SECOND she sees The Gang back together because she knows it’s happening again absolutely sent me) and so many great big ones (everything Max and Lucas do all season). Which brings me to-

Max: Season 4 belongs to Sadie Sink. It’s an understatement to say I was dreading Max’s plot line and thought she was going to end up reduced to a mouth-piece to retcon Billy into A Super Good Guy but I will HAPPILY eat crow. Fucking phenomenal, heartbreaking examination of survivor's guilt and trauma.

And she saves herself with THE POWER OF KATE BUSH AND FRIENDSHIP. The POWER OF FRIENDSHIP IS BACK GUYS.

Eddie: I’ll just keep the ball rolling on things I was wrong about. I honestly thought this character was going to be extraneous at best and eat up time that the show could really use for the main cast. Nope. Absolutely fantastic addition and fantastic character that I missed when he was off screen. Joe Quinn is incredible.

Vecna: I like a spooky tentacle monster that talks to you in your head, drags your mind into another dimension, and breaks you down using visions of your fears and insecurities. Who would have guessed?

The Horror: Between the Crunch of Vecna and Hopper Gerald’s Gaming his foot (twice) there was some great, truly gnarly shit this season. Nice shout outs to Silence of the Lambs and Hellraiser and of course, Nightmare On Elm Street 3 Dream Warriors. Robert Englund is the GOAT as always.

D&D and The Satanic Panic: S3 felt like it was LARPING the 80′s, S4 goes back to actually feeling like it’s set in them. The introduction of the paranoia and general psychosis of Satanic Panic is really welcome and Mini-Patrick Batemen is finally the Unambiguously Sociopathic 80s Yuppie Jock that we deserve (if he gets fangirls I am going to throw myself off of a bridge). For anyone who lived the 80′s/90′s as a weird goth a PTA mob is nearly as scary as Vecna and genuinely uncomfortable to watch.

Speaking of D&D Eddie actually knows how to DM which is a nice change from...whatever it is the kids were doing before.

MK Ultra : Evil U.S. Government Agents are back where they belong on the top of the Villain Pile.

Steve and Robin, Juggling that Brain Cell: God, I love these two. I love that Steve continues to be cautious and genre savvy (”Everyone in this room has almost died like, 100 times so-”) and still rocking his nearly-supernaturally good instincts about when things are Going Wrong until the SECOND he gets the place at the grown-up table and IMMEDIATELY grandstands and nearly gets eaten by the flying motherfuckers from The Mist. A+ Steve-ing.

I’ve heard some complaints about Robin this season, but I thought she was great. Definitely getting some neuroatypical vibes and she just generally seems like the Same Robin but much more comfortable being herself around the people she’s with than S3. Like every character last season I always thought there were times that she was a little TOO acerbic for no reason so definitely not missing that. Let my girl be excited by Nancy’s ridiculously cliche bedroom.

Stancy: I'm pretty agnostic when it comes to shipping but I do like portrayals of the fact that people aren’t static and just because someone wasn’t right for you at one point, doesn’t mean they never will be ( or vise versa; sometimes people just grow apart and that’s okay). So I actually like it fine in concept especially since last season made it pretty clear the writers really don’t know where to go with Nancy and Jonathan and aren’t interested in trying to work it out. Which brings me to-

The Mediocre

Stancy (Again): Can we PLEASE have Nancy actually break up properly with her current boyfriend instead of falling in love with whoever has been fighting evil next to her for more than an hour? This is a straight up habit at this point and it’s a really...questionable character trait. I blame Murray and his shared trauma BS for this.

The Upside Down: Between how relatively easy travel was, and how fast they got out this place is undergoing some serious Eldritch location decay. Also I know they’ve all been read into the secret (and Steve’s been in the tunnels, if not the Upside Down proper) but a few seconds of Existential Angst from everyone but Nancy about the scale of the Hellish Dead World they’re trapped in would have been welcome. But no one’s got time for that ‘cause we gotta get to to-

Russia: Look, it’s better. IT’S WAY better. If S3 was Rocky and Bullwinkle this is fucking Chernobyl in comparison so I don’t hate it- and Dmitri is ANOTHER fantastic new character and David Harbor is bringing it so hard it almost makes be forget what a giant tit Hop was S3 but it still feels like a plot tumor when I just want to get back to plucky teens fighting evil. And speaking of plot tumors-

Joyce and Murray Go To Russia To Fight Russians: *sigh*

That Half-Hug: Mike Wheeler I will rip your face off with my teeth, you little fucker. I could have gone without another Season of the Mike-Will-El Dynamic being the exact same Will Pining, Mike Being Inexplicably Mean to Will, El and Mike Fight. I don’t care who ends up with who but can we like...move this shit along?

The Flash Backs: The director thinks we have retrograde amnesia again. STOP BREAKING UP INCREDIBLE PERFORMANCES WITH POINTLESS FLASHBACKS.

The Weird

Stancy (Again, Again): Okay, writers, what the fuck. Why are we stopping scenes to have characters that barely know them as a couple try to put this relationship over? The first time this happened it was weird, by the third I thought I was having a stroke. Eddie. Baby. You are IN A HELL DIMENSION IS THIS REALLY THE TIME? No it is NOT. STOP MURRAY-ING. They were doing fine with the two of them quietly starting to rekindle the affection they had for each other- stop turning random characters into yentas every time you want Nancy to get some.

California Road Trip Crew : I don’t...even know how to feel about this group. When it first started I thought I had wished for Stoner Jonathan on a monkey’s paw and was ready to go full ‘Look how they massacred my boy’ but everything about it has grown on me and by the time they were burying a federal agent in the desert I just gave up and decided to enjoy... whatever the hell this is. Which is good because boy howdy-

Susie’s House : Does anyone else smell burning toast? Sure, lets do a random 15 minutes of 80′s/90′s Unsupervised Child Comedy. Fuck it. I’m in.

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