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proxycrit · 3 months

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Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

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So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

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Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

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thechekhov · 4 months

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH36

Time find out just how fucked up Toshiro got.

Hey Kabru. Chill.

That sure is a normal look to give your team mate. I'm sure you're a normal, well adjusted leader who understands when you step out of bounds.

Bold of you to assume they even care. They're too caught up in the plot of the second arc to even remember you...

So much to question here. The fact that Toshiro has retainers. The fact that they're all mildly bored. The fact that Marcille seems to hate it here. Marcille, hello??? Are you only interested in Falin? Do you just hate people that aren't her?

The fact that she's still wearing the frog costume makes this panel, honestly. What a legend.

This is so wholesome. Laios just decided to therapy this workaholic man all on his own, dangit. If he won't do it, who will? Senshi must be so proud.

Hang on, I just realized--.....is that.

Is that the cat girl...?!!? That I've been seeing? I thought it was just a hat at first, but those are ears, aren't they?! Is she the one that eventually joins the party?

Marcille, you're a beautiful frog woman to me.

If I didn't know that Chillchuck is a dad already, I would have known it at this point. What a thing to say. "oh no, which one of these kids grown men is going to cause more trouble if left unattended"

I'm sure that's fine.

...........

But when you put it that way, it seems a little.... simple?

Kabru is beginning to suspect he's in the wrong class.

"Ah yes, a little freak that scuttles around from paintings to reality and speaks in archaic and mysterious tones. GOTTA be a Sorcerer. And hella mad, too!"

The math checks out, your honor.

Her best, Karbohydrate. She did her best.

Oh Laios, you're a hoot.

Kabru, you literally said Laios is a terrible liar three seconds ago. Maybe be a little less obvious? 😂

...you've done this to yourself, mate.

Okay, you know what. I take it back. I still don't like Kabru but watching him suffer IS supremely entertaining.

Okay, I can see how he might jump to the wrong conclusions here. They did not, in fact, eat the orcs.....

Orcs are duty bound to slap ya upside the head.

I love how genuinely patient Senshi is, and how good he is at listening. Chillchuck was worried but he's just vibing with new friends.

I'm sure they're having a grand old time.

What do those ears do, hmmm?

I enjoy the fact that he says "they're all treated as heinous criminals" instead of passing moral judgement and saying 'they're beyond reproach' or the like. He knows the consequences, and remarks not at all on whether or not he agrees with the judgement itself.

I could also draw some parallels here about how Japan treats all drugs but. Well. That's another topic.

Oh, noooo. As opposed to that other way of dying, where your corpse is dragged about in a carnival fashion after you die, to dry up in the light of day forever after.

Oh wait.

This bitch is really only here for the drama. 😅

FALIN?!?!?!?! MY GIRL

WHY THE LONG......body...?

....................cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. Alright. Okay okay okay. Alright.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi quick reacts #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi liveblog

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bloodynereid · 29 days

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Could I request a scream story where reader is Tara and Sam’s younger adopted sibling who had a rough life, and they think the others’ lives are more important than theirs, and they get hurt and Tara and Sam are protective but scared for them?

Of Flowers Flooded With Blood

pairing: tara carpenter x sam carpenter x adopted sister reader (platonic)

warnings: blood, stab wounds, mentions of murder, hospitals, hiding injuries, near death experience, general scream warnings

description: when you hide a stab wound from your siblings and it almost has disastrous consequences.

a/n: I AM SO SORRY i swear i was going to write this earlier and then just didn't. i hope this little drabble makes up for it though! i had fun writing it so i hope you enjoy.

The adrenaline started to dissipate slowly. You were sitting on the concrete sidewalk, not caring about how dirty the New York street was. The distant sounds of sirens and talking from your sisters felt like background noise, they kept fading in and out as you tried to take deep breaths.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Tara. Are you?” You said, straining a smile when your older sister sat down next to you. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her. The action sent a pang of pain through your side that you were trying to ignore.

“Better than I was when three crazy murderers were coming at us.”

“I’m sorry about Chad.” You said suddenly, giving your sister a reassuring pat on her knee.

“Me too.” Tara uttered sadly as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Hey guys. Ambulance is coming soon.” Sam said as she sat down to the other side of you, mirroring the motions of Tara she put an arm around your other shoulder. The three of you were now in some kind of makeshift hug.

“You okay, Sam?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Are you?”

“Hmmm.” You hummed in affirmation as you felt the heat and love from your sisters encase you. Lulling you into a space right before something as the pain in your side got stronger.

Under the layers of blood on your shirt and jacket lay a deep stab wound, one that Ethan probably got into you right before you smashed one of the glass cases on his head. It felt irrelevant to tell your sisters about, Tara was already starting to mourn Chad and well Sam had this haunted look in her eyes that was beginning to scare you.

You weren’t even their real sister, even if you shared a bond you hadn’t been their sister until a few years ago. You used to just be Tara’s friend until their mom adopted you and the crazy events dealing with Amber and Richie happened.

The sounds of an ambulance got louder and louder as the world started to blur around you. A few moments later your head suddenly slumped down and everything was black. Leaving you in the void between life and death and your sisters in a state of complete and utter panic.

Loud beeping slowly pulled you out of the darkness, it almost felt like you were floating. Maybe you had died. A feeling of sadness washed over you when you realized you would be leaving your sisters behind. You should have said something…

Your thought spiral was suddenly interrupted when the feeling of a solid warm was felt all around you. As if someone or two someones were holding you.

“Ugh?” You groaned and tried to open your eyelids, only to feel shuffling from both sides of the bed.

“Sweetheart? Are you awake, little sis?” Sam’s distinct rasp made a smile slowly tug on the corners of your mouth.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Oh God, don’t do that ever again.” This time Tara’s voice cut through the fog that you now knew was caused by painkillers, not death.

“Tara?”

“I’m here too. You’re going to be just fine.”

“Hmmm. I love you guys.”

“We love you too, now go back to sleep, sweetheart. You deserve the rest.” You felt a pair of lips press a kiss to your forehead as you were slowly pulled under again. This time fear wasn’t gripping you with its claws, instead it was love and joy for knowing that you had your sisters there.

i am getting through requests yayy! i have another scream rq in my inbox so expect that at some point soon.

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #sam x reader #sam carpenter x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 2022 #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x yn #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #scream franchise

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sinner-sunflower · 20 days

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Lucifer AU idea- Rabbit Hole

Y'all know that Rabbit Hole by Miku song with the animation trend? Imagine Luci doing that dance ugh

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The song is Angel Dust's first official music video that he wrote after breaking free of Valentino's deal.

Ozzie had offered him a job to Club Ozzie's first Pride ring branch and Angel never felt happier.

He got into music as an outlet for his emotions, releasing 'Addict' and 'Poison' to the public via Al's radio show. (He managed to convince Alastor to do it cos it would make his ratings skyrocket past Vox and Alastor loves nothing more than kicking Vox when he's already down)

After the success of his first 2 songs, Angel decided that maybe the 3rd one should have a music video.

With the help of Ozzie as his producer, the project is a go.

Writing the song was the easy part. Angel wanted it to sound fun but also resonate with his past experiences (just read the translation of the lyrics! The one angel wrote is from this Cover!)

One day, he and Ozzie were brainstorming at the Sin's office at the Pride branch.

Ozzie: Angel, this is your first music video! It must be grand! Showstopping! Jaw-dropping! Never before seen! Revolutionary!

Angel: But how do I do that, big dick boss man? I don't think even being greatest porn star Hell has ever seen will wow people now. I've done lots of things and I can't think of anything else.

Ozzie: Hmmm

Just then, Lucifer enters the office.

Lucifer: Ozzie! Just who I'm looking for. I need you to do some inspection regarding your crystals. I just talked to Belphagor and she said that her team just confiscated a whole ton in some imp warehouse in Greed. I know I don't need to meddle but I wouldn't be worried if it was anywhere else. Who knows what Mammon is doing with those and- oh! Angel!

Angel: Heya, Short king.

Lucifer: What are you doing here?

Angel: I work here, baby~

Lucifer: Oh! I knew that haha. And what's this?

The King of Hell gestures to the board they were using for notes.

Angel: Don't tell anyone, but I'm gonna be releasin a new song and it's gonna have a music video!

Lucifer: Really?! That's great! It hasn't been that long too since Poison, wasn't it?

Angel: Yeah, but we wanna catch these motherfuckers off guard

Ozzie: That's why we're brainstorming how we can wow these desensitised demons. I still think we can do-

Lucifer: Why don't I do it?

Angel and Ozzie blink in surprise at the King's words.

Angel: Do what?

Lucifer: Act! In your music video! You know, instead of you, I'll be the uhhh 'rabbit girl'? Not that- you're uh- not enough I just mean that uhm- I think the last thing they'd expect is the King of Hell a sinner's music video.

Angel: Babe, you do know this would be a not safe for work type thing, right?

Lucifer: Yeah? I know? I know you better than you might think, you know.

Ozzie: You sure? Cos Charlie might see this.

Angel: Yeah. I know I don't wanna see my dad basically naked dancing to music.

Lucifer: You can go through it with her if it makes you feel any better. But I'm up for anything.

The two others in the room just stare at him with their mouths wide open.

Lucifer: But if you don't want I...

Angel: Hell no! We are doing this!

Ozzie: Hell won't know what hit em.

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Charlie gave it a green light cos she's so excited about her dad finally socializing and breaking out of his cocoon to really realize what everything is about. Angel wants to record a reaction of the hotel for research purposes.

A few weeks later, the video is done and it's dropped out of nowhere.

Ozzie invited the Sins to the hotel for an exclusive live viewing (he and Angel ofc knew what time it would be released and set the whole thing up)

Everyone sat in the lobby in front of a giant projector (No, Alastor, you can't watch a video on the radio!), and as the clock struck at 9:13 AM on a random Tuesday, the video played.

Let's just say that it certainly did leave mouth agaped and caused mass panic.

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Ozzie anonymously sent a copy to Heaven and somewhere in a bright glowing building, 6 archangels lay unconscious at the ground due to shock,

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If you guys want me to write some dialogue for that first reaction in the hotel, drop the comment!

#hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #helluva asmodeus #helluva boss asmodeus #asmodeous #lucifer harem #lucifer centric #lucifer au #lucifer morningstar fanart #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne

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fkmarrycill · 5 months

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One Shot: Pre-Gaming

(Pic added after the original post because it totally fits the vibe of the story. 😌)

1191 words, 🔞 for that smut

Notes:

Can you tell I'm really, really concerned about how our man will survive awards season? ☺️ I'm not sure if he'll attend any of the shows (really hope he does), or if he has any rituals for situations like this, but this is where my imagination took me. 😈

This is pure fiction, and in this scenario, Cillian is in a relationship, but not married and no kids. I read Cillian as an intelligent, decent, sometimes awkward guy who is also capable of being spicy when needed or desired. 😌

It's M/F dynamic, and I often keep the lady leads generic in description so more people can imagine along. 😉

Thanks for reading! ❤️

Cillian had gone silent. His arms were crossed, and he was staring out the window. Maybe he saw the city cruise by, or maybe he was too lost in thought to notice; she couldn't tell. All she knew was that he was relaxed at the hotel, but as soon as the limo door shut, his mood had changed.

She'd had her hand on his thigh for the whole ride so far. That subtle reminder of her support wasn't enough for him, she realized, but she knew what would be.

“Cill?” She addressed him gently.

“Mmm?” He responded absentmindedly.

Definitely lost in thought. “You need to relax. I'm going to make you feel better before we get there. Would you like head, or a quickie? Neither is not an answer.”

“That obvious that I'm fucking nervous, eh?” He chuckled in spite of himself. “Of course, I would’ve rather stayed home, but…” He trailed off and watched her kneel before him and begin to unzip and lower his tuxedo pants.

“What?” She said in response to his quizzical expression. “I thought maybe this would help you decide.” She looked up at him and winked. At this moment, she was glad she'd chosen the little black lace number instead of the gown with the train. She'd be able to move more freely for him, and it would be harder to mess up the dress.

“Now, what’ll you have, Mr. Murphy?” She placed her hands on his thighs and caressed them softly.

He glanced at the closed partition between them and the driver, checked his watch, and a mischievous grin bloomed on his face. He leaned forward. “Looks like we have plenty of time. Hmmm… Film award nominees tend to get special treatment, isn't that right? Give me both, love. Your mouth first, then that irresistible cunt.”

“Spoken with the confidence of a winner, whether it's tonight or another night. It's coming, either way.”

“Just like me, in a matter of moments, thanks to you.” He tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “Christ, we sound like some dreadfully unimaginative 70s porn! Let's stop talking, before we turn each other off.”

“Excellent idea.”

Both of them laughed, partners in crime with the same sense of humor.

She gave him one last affectionate smile, then began to caress his thighs with long, soft strokes that made him shift on his seat. She traced the same path with her lips, on one thigh, then the other, nuzzling the expanses of skin.

He turned the volume up on the music, in anticipation of giving in to wherever she led him. She stretched herself higher and loomed over his lap, then tugged at his underwear. He shifted on the seat to help her efforts in removing her last barrier. He placed his hands on her head and squeezed softly, a gentle request for the warmth of her lips on his hardened, eager cock.

He groaned softly as her lips surrounded his girth and her hands connected with him, and he hissed, eyes shut tightly, when she teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue.

His million-dollar face contorted–jaw clenched, brow furrowed, nostrils flared, full lips parted–as he savored her work. By then, she had taken more of him in, feasting on his length with her enthusiastic licking and sucking.

He began to grind his hips, arching into her mouth to feel her deeper and more intensely.

She loved seeing him like that, focused on the sensations, thoughts as far away as possible from cameras, paparazzi, and all the sequined and bow-tied cogs in the Hollywood machine–everyone they'd be unable to escape for hours once they left their mobile love nest. Giving him release was the least she could do for him. She was well aware of all the effort and sacrifice he put into his celebrated performance as Oppenheimer, and she thought he deserved to be in the right mood to enjoy his moment of recognition, win or lose.

She knew she was wet already, from the way her body throbbed in excitement. She had one more ace to play, one more thing to share that would push him past the point of no return. “I was going to surprise you later,” she murmured conspiratorially, “but this will give you something else to think about in your seat…”

He watched her through glazed, darkened eyes as she climbed into his lap, hiked her dress, and sank down on him, inch by inch.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “No fucking panties… Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, babe, I'm just trying to fill your head with good thoughts before we get there.” She rolled her body at a brisk pace and kissed him deeply.

He grasped her hips and overtook the pace of her thrusts, writhing against her in a controlled manner that made both of them wail. She rocked into him and edged closer to being completely undone.

One of his hands crept up to the small of her back, while the other meandered down her leg to find her clit, which he massaged the way she loved, ratcheting up her cries in the process.

Their rhythm quickened some more. A lock of his hair fell down, toward his eyes, and she brushed it back into place. She desperately wanted to clutch her hands in his hair, like she normally did, but quickly nixed the idea, remembering the effort that had gone into his sophisticated look. There'd be plenty of time later for reckless behavior, she thought–on the ride back to the hotel, or in the bed, regardless of whether they were celebrating or preparing to return to their usual pace of life.

“Oh, fuckkkk…” His breathing was shallow, and his face flushed as his eyes rolled back. “I'm gonna…”

“Me, too, baby,” she said, equally breathless. The tightness that had built up at her core gave way to waves of bliss, and moments later, Cillian tensed as his own climax tore through his body.

He held her in a tight hug and kissed the top of her head while they caught their breath.

After a while, she moaned contentedly and looked up at him. “Feeling better, Cill?”

“You have no idea, lass. Thank you.”

“Anytime, my dear, beautiful boyfriend.”

He kissed her softly, then looked at his watch. “We should be there soon, better get ourselves back together as best as we can.”

They scrambled to straighten up and return to their initial positions in the car.

“You know,” started Cillian, as they rounded the corner to the venue, “At some point tonight, when I can't stand it anymore, I'd love to steal away with you to a bathroom or somewhere else that we can be alone…”

“I like the way you think! But what if we get caught?” She gathered her purse and prepared to exit the limo.

“I think ecstatic award winner caught fucking his girlfriend will be much better for my brand,” he said with air quotes, “than those pics of me pissing on the side of the pub, don't you think?” He winked and kissed her passionately.

Before she could respond, he opened the car door and they emerged. They were quickly besieged by camera flashes, and the huge smiles on both their faces were real.

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #fan fiction #my writing #short story #one shot #fkmarrycill library

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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Life on the farm pt 8 dog sitting is not for the faint of heart pt 1

Everyone celebrated Danny’s success in making portals, Conner on the other hand dreaded it. He only just got his big brother and now he’s leaving and he can’t even go with him to make sure he stays safe. Clark has really come around but he’s not Danny. Danny helped him realize that he will never be Superman and that’s okay, he can just be Conner and no one will be mad. He stood on the porch as Danny ran around the house packing. When the door opens he expects Danny to walk out and instead surprised to find Clark instead.

“It looks like a tornado has gone through the house.” He says with a laugh before sitting on the porch. The two sat in awkward silence for a moment before Conner tried to break the ice.

“What was it like… growing up on a farm?”

“Um, well there were a lot of cows…” he said awkwardly. Neither really sure how to interact away from league work and training.

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From inside Ma sees the interaction and sighs, turning to Danny “they’re trying so hard but they just can’t seem to click. Clark’s improved a bit but I think it’s still hard for him to disassociate Conner from the fact that he’s a clone.”

Danny pauses in his frenzy as he places a pie in a suitcase. “Hmmm, I think they just need a little push.” He stops for a moment before popping up and snapping his fingers. “I’ve got an idea.”

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The awkward silence was suffocating. When Danny came charging out of the house both of them nearly sighed in relief. “Alright everyone, I’ve gotten everything I need for the next few weeks together, called everyone to let them know they won’t be able to reach me, and gotten all my chores done for the week. I’ve only got one thing left to do before I leave.” Danny swings his bag around and pulls out an excited Cujo “Ma and Pa have a lot going on for the next week with the festival coming up and the last thing they need is Cujo underfoot. I’d take him with me except the observants hate him with a fiery passion because he made a mess of their lair. Unfortunately they are some of the main ghosts I have to deal with so he’s staying here… with the two of you.” The two of them looked at each other before looking back, ready to protest, but stop as Danny holds up a hand “I know you guys think you could probably handle him alone but trust me when I say… you can’t. So team work it is, I’m sure Conner could stay with you in metropolis and take care of him while youre at work.” Danny smiles while plopping Cujo in Clark’s hands “Make sure you take him to visit Wolf every now and again, he loves playing with his little buddy. Oh and don’t forget, he’s a ghost. You don’t need to feed him but it wouldn’t hurt to bring him around grave yards, he loves playing with young spirits.” Danny takes a deep breath and grins at the flabbergasted looks on his brothers’ faces “oh yeah your gonna do great.” He crouched down to look Cujo in the eye. “They’re idiots, but they’re our idiots so be a good boy, keep them safe okay?” Cujo perks up and gives him a loud bark “that’s my big boy!” Danny gives him some behind the ear scratches.

Ma and Pa join them outside as Danny rips open the portal, they stand side by side as Danny prepares to leave “You stay safe now son! Don’t let those Observant fellas push you around hear me” Pa yelled. Danny laughed before charging up the porch to give his parents a hug. He then turns to clark and Conner with a demented grin on his face.

“You didn’t think I was leaving without a hug did you?” He tackled his brothers into a hug, surprising the two heroes with his strength. “Okay guys I gotta head out but I’ll be back, and Ma I promise I won’t forget to get you that recipe!” She nodded at him

“See that you don’t” and with that he was gone.

———-

The next day

Conner sits on Clark’s couch in metropolis while he’s at work, staring at the forlorn dog plopped on the floor. He sighs “Cmon buddy he’s not gonna be gone long I promise.” Cujo gives him a whiny groan and curls in on himself. Looking around the apartment he sees a glowing leash sitting in the basket of supplies Ma and Pa provided for them. After a little digging he managed to locate the collar Zatanna enchanted to disguise wolf, he held the two items up and turned to cujo. “You feeling up to a walk buddy.” Cujo perked up wagging his tail. He gave a happy bark in the affirmative. After getting Cujo on the leash the two make their way to the park. Cujo seemed enamored with everything, he stopped at every fire hydrant to sniff and pounced at every group of pigeons. When they arrived they just took a normal path, just to get Cujo some exercise, this is when they encountered their first obstacle. About halfway through their walk they came upon a girl with a large Great Dane, Cujo had wandered a good distance on his extending leash when the girl approached Conner. With a smile she tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Is that your dog? Aww he’s sooo cute! What his name?” Conner looked over at the girl.

“His name is Cujo, he’s actually my brother’s we’re just dog sitting while he’s on a trip.” She moves to stand next to him, making him a little uncomfortable.

“That’s so sweet! This is Maximus, he’s my precious baby. Hey here’s a thought, we come through the park just about every morning. Maxi just has to have his exercise, how would you feel about joining us?” She asked batting her eyelashes

Conner hesitated. The girl seemed nice and Cujo seemed to be lonely with Danny gone. He’s just getting ready to agree when Cujo returns to his side, the friendly dog suddenly stepping between Conner and the girl. Maximus pins his ears back and starts to growl at the smaller dog. The girl starts trying to pull him back “I’m so sorry! He’s never like this!” Cujo takes a step towards the bigger dog and barks at the bigger dog.

Maximus’ tail goes between his legs and he starts whining. “What’s wrong baby? You’re not scared of that itty bitty thing are you?” Cujo starts to growl at the girl. Conner picks him up

“Sorry I don’t think Cujo likes Maximus too much, them hanging out would probably be a bad idea. She quickly turns around

“What? Why should that matter? They’ll get used to each other.” She tried to persuade him. Cujo barked again and Maximus started to pull her away.

“I don’t think they’re gonna get along. Sorry we should probably get going.” Conner quickly made his escape. Once they made it a good distance away Conner gave Cujo a sigh of relief. “Thanks buddy. She was weird, you wanna head over to the grave yard? You’ll probably find more friends over there.” Cujo bounced up and down and ran in an excited circle, Conner laughed at his antics. “I’ll take that as a yes” and so the two made their way to the nearest grave yard. When they arrived Cujo went crazy, he choked himself on the leash a few times before Conner let him off the leash. Conner slowly walked among the graves, trailing behind the graves.

While he couldn’t see what, or who, he was playing with Cujo ran around as though chasing someone. He was having the time of his afterlife. After awhile Conner noticed it was getting late and called Cujo back. He raced back and attempted to tackle Conner to the ground, unfortunately he was used to such behavior from wolf and so Cujo had little success. Conner laughed and put the leash back on the puppy “we gotta head back bud, Clark should be back soon.” Cujo gave Conner a happy bark “you like Clark huh? Can you keep a secret?” Cujo tilts his head “I like Clark too. I know we didn’t get off on the right foot but he’s everything I wanna be. I don’t me his powers, those are amazing but I’ve come to the understanding that I’ll never have those. I did at one point but, they cost me big time. I’d rather stay me than be Superman, Clark on the other hand? He seems to have everything figured out. I can barely walk through the park without getting mixed up!”conner sighed “what do you think buddy?” Cujo tilts his head in confusion “yeah it’s pretty weird huh? C’mon let’s get back, Clark said he might invite Lois over for dinner.”

———-

‘My idiots are weird.’ Cujo thought to himself as he escorts the child back to the den. Honestly they were ridiculous, that girl clearly wanted to mate with the child, but he is much too young for mating. Poor thing has no idea, Cujo made a promise to his Phantom. He would protect his idiots. The big one is the keeper of the den he’s staying at, it is a small den. Not like his Phantom’s den, his den is very big, with plenty of room to stretch and run. Nightmare calls it a castle but what does that stupid alicorn know anyway? He’s got flames in his head. The child says the loud story teller is coming for dinner. She’s fun, she will be a fine mate for his big idiot.

Cujo races up the steps checking behind him to make sure the child is following, silly child likes to wander. When they approach the den he hears voices from the inside. At first he plans to simply walk through the tree wall but the child hasn’t learned to do that yet, not like his phantom, so he waits for him to open the wall. The loud story teller is inside with the big idiot. She smells nice. He wanders over too her and she picks him up “Hey little guy, how have you been?” Cujo barks and give the loud story teller some welcome kisses. She needs to know she is welcome in the pack. After all his phantom has already approved.

————

“He’s such a sweetheart!” Lois exclaims before catching sight of his collar ‘Axiom labs’ there’s a frown on her face, Clark gives her a concerned look “later, for now let’s eat before the food gets cold. I worked hard to put that Chinese on the table.” She said with a smirk. Conner laughed as he finished setting the table (well trained from his visits to the farm).

Once they all sat down and started to eat Clark try to make conversation. “So what did you two get up to while we were at work?” He asked politely

“We went to the park for a bit, at least until Cujo here scared off this girls Great Dane.” He said with a grin. Lois suddenly looked interested “a girl?” She questioned

Conner shrugged “yeah, she was walking her dog in the park. She wanted Cujo to hang out with her dog but it seems not all alive dogs are big fans of ghost dogs. She was pretty weird though, she wouldn’t stop blinking.” Lois snorted her wine, laughing at the poor boy. Clark jumped up with a napkin

“Oh boy! You may not have been raised on that farm, but you are a farm boy through and through!” She said through her laughs. Clark looked confused.

“How so?” Lois looked back and forth between the two confused Kryptonians. She laughed even louder.

“Oh man smallville, you two are a class act you know that?” She tries to calm down “she didn’t care about the dog, she was flirting with you. Don’t worry Clark here took an entire year to realize I was flirting with him.” Conner blushed, embarrassed, and Clark wasn’t doing much better.

“We’ll then it’s a good thing Cujo was there. I don’t think M’gann would appreciate her hanging around.”

Clark perked up “how are things going between you two?” Conner shrug

“Okay I guess. When we’re at the mountain everything is fine…it’s just..” Clark nudged him

“What’s wrong?”

“M’gann has started to use her mind control on our enemies more and I don’t like it. I’ve tried talking to her about it but… she just doesn’t get it. I’ve been there before, I know what it’s like to not be in control. I hate it.” Conner accidentally crushes the chopsticks in his hands. He looks at the utensils angry that he lost control. Clark just passes him a new pair.

“Don’t worry, I always grab extras just incase. You know when I first started dating Lois she would insist on Chinese at least once a week. I went to the store and bought as many pairs of chopsticks as I could so I could practice not breaking them.” He laughed “I went through so many pairs of chopsticks, I used them to make a fire for marshmallows afterwards. That fire burned for over an hour.” Conner snorted his noodles. Clark smiled “as for M’gann, I know she comes from a different culture, but if she’s doing something that makes you uncomfortable you need to talk to her about it. I know it’s hard to hear but you shouldn’t be in a relationship with someone if they don’t respect your boundaries.” Lois smiled.

“I’ll admit I probably pushed those boundaries more than my fair share when we first started out.” Clark snorted

“Yeah, I think shooting me with blanks pushed a few boundaries” Conner looked at Lois in shock.

“I’m gonna need a little more context here.”

The two reporters dove into the story of the great identity reveal with gusto. The three ate and laughed until the food was gone.

——-

Cujo curled up in his bed, proud of his accomplishments. He enjoys his rest while his people eat, but soon enough the den goes quiet and Cujo gets bored.

———-

When Conner woke up the next morning Clark had already left for work. He eats his breakfast and gets to work on his summer reading list. After about an hour of that he goes looking for Cujo so he can take him for a walk. He searches the apartment, then he searches again. He frantically grabs the phone to call Clark, he picks up on the third ring. Before he can even greet Conner he’s interrupted

“IS CUJO WITH YOU?!?!” Clark jumps from his seat, surprising Jimmy, who was showing him pictures.

“No, I thought he was with you.” He can hear Conner searching the apartment through the phone. “I need you to calm down, I gotta talk to Perry and I’ll be there soon, we’re gonna find him.”

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #big brother danny #ma kent #pa kent #Clark kent #conner kent #Cujo #life on the farm #pt 8 #dog sitting part 1 #was not supposed to be this long

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Hi!! I would love to hear what you think Donna's consistent main flaws are since people accuse the writers of making her too perfect?! I kind of love that Eric the 'softer' one in that relationship - it's a great subversion of gender roles, especially for that era!

Thanks for the question! I enjoyed answering it - it turned into a little essay.

Donna's Flaws

Donna, like all of the main characters, has flaws. I don't think she was painted as perfect at all, but rather as a realistic teenage girl experiencing her first serious relationship, the disintegration of her parents' marriage, and the social conflicts of the '70s.

For example, she was not always the best at communicating - especially with Eric. See: S2xE21 "Kelso's Serenade". She and Eric got into a massive argument because she wasn't honest about her feelings, and that she was bothered by him hanging out with his friends instead of her. Or in S3xE15 "Donna's Panties". She tells Jackie:

Why doesn't Eric understand that when I said I'm fine I meant I will be fine... so long as he kisses my ass for two weeks until I'm actually fine? He's like, brain damaged.

Donna expects Eric to read her mind, and then gets upset with him when he doesn't. Is it annoying? Yes. A flaw? Yes. Also highly relatable, especially for high school relationships? Also yes. Plus, Red and Kitty have shades of this in their relationship, too.

Another flaw? Donna's stubborn. (So is Eric)

In S3xE11 "Who Wants It More", Donna is the one who breaks their impasse and initiates sex at the end of the episode, but when Eric starts to gloat about winning their competition she's willing to walk away rather than admit she gave in first. In S7xE23 "Take It Or Leave It", she's upset by Eric's decision to go to Africa without talking to her, so she makes up a fake date with one of her co-workers to try to make Eric jealous/rethink his choice. In S5xE9 "Black Dog", she fights with Eric throughout the entire episode about whether it's better to give your partner attention/extra love when they're upset, or space. Etc.

And lastly, despite everything she outwardly projects, Donna ends up being a fairly dependent character. Is this a flaw? Not necessarily. It's just an interesting dichotomy - Donna yearns to be fiercely independent and seems to inherently value that, but at the core of who she is, she's not.

Unlike Kelso she doesn't enjoy the California beaches, but instead is miserable all summer until Eric arrives. She accepts Eric's proposal (in high school!). She doesn't get on the bus - she delays college to stay in Point Place with Eric. She buys the trailer. She waited around in Point Place for a year while Eric was in Africa. She says things like,

"My guidance counselor gave [these college brochures] to me, but I already told him that I'm going wherever you go." (S5xE7 "Hot Dog")

and

"I mean, Eric, I loved [Marquette], and when I was driving home, I was so excited to tell you about it, and then the drive took forever, and I realized that's how far away I'd be from you all the time, and I don't want that. So I'll just tell my dad I want to go to U.W. with you." (S5xE6 "Over The Hills And Far Away")

and

"I don't want you to go. You've always been like, twenty steps away from me my entire life. What am I supposed to do without you?" (S7xE23 "Take It Or Leave It")

I think to dismiss or deny this pattern as "out of character" is to ignore an important part of Donna's characterization: she's really dependent. On Eric, yes. But as soon as she and Eric break-up, what is her modus operandi? To start dating a new boyfriend.

I just think it's interesting, and not often (or ever?) discussed. Worth noting that these instances are most pronounced in the second half of the series, and that Donna wasn't this way in the earlier seasons. What happened midway through the series? Her parents split up/mom abandoned her/her family disintegrated. Hmmm.

#thanks for the ask!#that 70s show #that '70s show #that 90s show #that '90s show #eric and donna #eric x donna #donna pinciotti #eric forman #my essays #ask #answered #anon

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“Everybody has a type…”

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The library was aglow with the nights festivities. It was new years, and the three librarians were hosting the New Year’s Eve party. Madeleine had decked out the entire library with festive decorations.

You were Madeleine’s niece. There was a good amount of people at the party, but not too much to be overwhelming. Madeleine, Florence, and Anna May were of course all in attendance. Scarlet, her daughter, and her daughter were there as well, along with a few other close friends and relatives of the librarians.

Aunt Madeleine had been trying to push you out of your introvert shell as of late. You were hesitant at first, but you quickly came around when you realized how attractive her female counterpart librarians were.

With your mother having been absent throughout practically your entire childhood, you couldn’t help the mommy issues which magnetized you to any older woman. You didn’t mind Florence or Scarlet, they were both easy on the eyes.

But the moment you walked into the party and shook hands with Anna May, you belonged to that woman. She just didn’t know it yet… or did she…?

Madeleine had recently brought out drinks, handing you some champagne and encouraging you in a whisper to socialize. You were quite sure that she meant Sam, Scarlet’s daughter who was close to you in age, but you didn’t hold much interest in her.

Instead you gravitated towards Florence, who was leaning against a bookshelf and drinking something that looked to be much stronger than champagne. She nodded in your direction, acknowledging you as you walked up to her.

“Hi…” you nervously breathed out.

Pretty, older women always gave you butterflies and nerves…

“Hello…” Florence hummed, “Y/N right? Your Madeleine’s niece…?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your champagne to drink away the nerves.

“Mhmmm yeah” you said softly, “and you work here with Aunt Madeleine…?”

“I do.” Florence noted with a hum, taking a sip of her own drink, “Madeleine tells me you have an interest in our craft. She teaching you?”

“Yeah, she’s teaching me”

“I heard you’re a natural…” another woman’s voice butted in, Anna May.

She had come up behind you without you noticing. It made you shiver and almost yelp in surprise. But you quickly swallowed your desperate little whimper.

“Anna May— hi…” you choked out.

Anna May had a drink of her own that she sipped as she looked at you amused. Florence then interrupted your solid four second stare, by realizing and mentioning the time.

“15 minutes till midnight…!” The librarian dressed in mostly green yelled, letting the whole party know.

Florence then left you with Anna May, probably to refill her glass. Anna May twirled her glass in her hands as her eyes rested back on your frame once more. Her gaze racked up and down the figure.

“You’re about Sam’s age, hmmm girl…?”

You gulped and felt the urge to blush, but you suppressed it.

“Mhmmm, yea…” you nodded with a breathy answer.

Your breathing was all out of whack.

“Not your type..?” Anna May asked with a chuckle.

You shook your head.

“No, I don’t have one”

“Oh sweet girl…” Anna May cooed, coming up closer, next to you, so that she was against the same bookshelf you were, and close enough to your where you could feel her breath on your neck, “Everybody has a type…”

Your breath hitched and now you definitely blushed. Hard.

And you were sure that Anna May noticed, as a chuckle erupted from her throat and a smirk made its way upon her face.

“10 minutes…!!” Florence announced.

“I can’t believe it’s gonna be a new year… time seems to have… warped by…” you breathed out, trying desperately to change the topic.

Anna May recognized your deflection, but went along with it anyway.

“Yes…” she sighed out, “You going to kiss anyone at midnight?”

Her words came out blunt and so matter of fact. Yet your reaction,as you sipped some champagne to try and cover your blush, was to choke and almost spit out the liquid. You wheezed and tried to remember to take deep breaths.

Once you’d regained your composure somewhat, you looked back to Anna May. She was standing there, watching you, and waiting expectantly for your answer. You couldn’t help but catch the grin on her face, almost like she was proud of the reaction that she had pulled from you.

“I— wasn’t planning on it…” you stammered.

“Hmmmm I was…” Anna May said nonchalantly, but obviously hanging on her sentence to draw your interest, “but I thought you’d kiss Sam…”

“I— No! I mean, she’s nice and all but…” you stammered desperately, at a loss for words on how to explain to this woman that you had no interest for Sam and all the interest in the world for her.

Luckily for you, Anna May already understood that, she was merely teasing you…

“Five minutes till…!!” Florence announced.

You gulped and meet Anna Mays gaze once more.

“But…?” She suggestively said, prompting you to finish your unsaid statement.

“She’s…” you mumbled something incoherently.

Anna May drew closer to you,

“Use your words, sweet girl…” she breathed down your neck.

“She’s not you…” you breathed out in a whisper.

Anna May burned bright at your confession, very satisfied with your admission. She turned to you, grabbing your chin, her gaze connecting with yours.

The party began to count down from 10.

Ten…!

Her eyes sparkled so brilliantly.

Nine—!

Her brows creased, making that thoughtful expression she always wore.

Eight!

Her cheeks burned with a flush red.

Seven…!!

Her lips were plump and partially open.

Six—!!

She licked her lips, her glistening tongue coming out and swiping her upper then lower lip.

Five!!

Your eyes jumped back up to her eyes, they were dark, swirling orbs. Her pupils enlarged and ripe.

Four…!!!

The hand on your chin, caressed your face and pulled you closer to the woman.

Three—!!!

“Is this alright, sweet girl…?” Anna May whispered.

Two!!!

“Mhmmmm… yessss—” you breathed out.

One!!!!

Her lips were on yours. God it felt so heavenly. What you had imagined and better. Her lips were soft and plump. Her kisses were dominant and direct.

You happily let Anna May take the lead. Her lips and tongue guided you through the kiss.

But it seemed that as quickly as it had started, it ended just as fast. She pulled away and you couldn’t help the light whimper that escaped your throat.

Luckily, no one in the room caught it, except Anna May. And she could help the Cheshire Cat like grin on her face.

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Buck & Eddie: 6x14 - Panic Attacks and Cheaters

Both Buck and Eddie made comments in 6x14 “Performance Anxiety” that were JARRING and after thinking about it, I realized why the things they said were so interesting. It seems like their comments about panic attacks and cheaters were callbacks to season 5.

Eddie

When Eddie told Hen, “I do not panic!” everyone sitting at the table with him knew he was lying and the viewers who watched season 5 knew he was lying too. So… that means one of two things, either Eddie has a severe case of convenient amnesia, which is UNLIKELY, or he lied in CANON to remind the audience that he has in fact had panic attacks.

It appears everyone at the 118 knows Eddie’s had panic attacks and their facial expressions after he said he doesn’t panic proved it. Chimney and Buck looked at each other because Chimney saw Eddie have an attack while they were at the air traffic control tower in 5x1 “Panic” but he didn’t say anything. Eddie admitted he had them to Buck in 5x2 “Desperate Times” and even though Bobby wasn’t at the table with them in 6x14, he knows about Eddie’s panic too since he saw Eddie have an attack in 5x1 during the same call that Chimney saw him have one. Chimney and Hen are both paramedics and best friends, therefore it’s very likely he told her about Eddie’s panic attacks too.

Why would Eddie lie about something so important?

It appears he may have lied to remind the audience that he did in fact have them which could have also been to prove that he’s been lying about something else. Since he lied and said he didn’t have panic attacks, even though he did have them, what else could he be lying about?

Hmmm… I wonder what it could be🧐🧐🧐.

His mess

In addition to the lie he told; his chin looked messy because it had spaghetti sauce on it. Eddie’s been shown eating before but he’s never left food just sitting on his face without him attempting to wipe it off. At one point, he held a napkin in his hand so it appears he left the mess on his face on purpose. Some people may think it’s normal but him leaving the spaghetti sauce there could be related to the lie he told the team about him not panicking too since his ex-girlfriend said, after he broke up with her, “Sorry about the mess... but I guess it’s your mess now” and Eddie replied, “Yeah, I guess it is.” Eddie’s panic was because of his mess and she left it for him to clean up.

While they were discussing Eddie’s blind date, he told them, “I have to figure out how to let her down easy”, Buck replied, “Ooo, you’re not good at that” and Eddie said, “No, I’m not” which appears to be another callback to 5x3 when Eddie told AF, “Maybe you should go home first”. He doesn’t know how to let a woman down easy but he’s never had any problems articulating himself when he’s talking to Buck. Also, Buck’s response to Eddie about him not being good at letting women down easy, proves that Buck knows about Eddie telling AF, “Maybe you should go home first”.

Buck

It’s unusual for Buck to get aggressive or for him to make an abrupt statement to a victim while the 118 is on a call. But in 6x14 when they arrived at the bodybuilders’ competition, he told the contestant’s father, “That’s probably why everyone is so angry. No one likes a cheater”.

Well… his comment was also a callback to season 5 because he cheated on his girlfriend and the viewing audience was NOT HAPPY about it. It seems like the show was letting the audience know they heard and read the comments about the way they made Buck a cheater when in the past he never would have cheated especially after he had been catfished in season 1.

In 5x11 “Outside Looking In”, LD kissed him and he kissed her back but instead of him telling his girlfriend what he did, he asked her to move in with him. While he and Hen were in the Uber, he told her that he stopped the kiss and ran away which was a big fat lie. He finally admitted to TK that he cheated after she had already moved in and she had given up her apartment. Even though he admitted his mistake and apologized to her, the damage had already been done.

Why did Buck tell the victim “No one likes a cheater”?

It appears his comment was made for two reasons. First, it was done to remind the audience that he did in fact cheat on his girlfriend and second, the show finally acknowledged the fact that they heard the audience’s frustrations regarding the decision they made to make Buck a cheater. Even though Buck’s comment was made in the same episode as Eddie’s, it seems like his comment about cheaters didn’t have the same effect as Eddie’s comment about him not having panic attacks.

Yesterday, my blog post included an explanation of the reasons why Captain Mehta and Chief Williams were in 6x13 “Mixed Feelings” (linked here) and it appears the show wanted to remind the audience about The Earthquake from season 2 and The Shooting from season 4. In 6x14, Buck and Eddie made statements to remind viewers about things they did in season 5. With only four episodes left in season 6, will Buck and Eddie make more comments that will be callbacks to previous seasons? Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.

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dangermousie · 1 year

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He’s made her take care of geese as petty vengeance? Is this the terror of the world, destroyer of the universe? Ahahaaha

But then she falls over when a goose attacks her and she doesn’t even hit the ground because he catches her. Oh, Tantai Jin, you are such a goner!

The way this is a running theme that his expression of concern, his care taking so consistently revolves around food - about making sure she has food. It’s such a reflection of his growing up permanently starving and unfed and just - aaaaaa! (It makes me think a little of Mo Ran in 2ha’s love language also being food and for very much the same reasons.)

He cooked all the geese who annoyed her OMG I caaaan’t!

As I said, food is so his love language.

This would be all adorable except it’s all a question of “are you besotted enough to be stabbed now?” so...

Oh my God, my heart! But the way he doesn’t even realize how vulnerable to her he is making himself by admitting that (even if she weren’t on a nail quest, but just a random person into power) and like - he trusts her, doesn’t he? He really does. Not to love him, per se, but to not harm him.

Heh.

This is going to go so badly sideways!

I just love that he’s no idiot. I don’t mind villanous characters but oh my god, dumb ones? I think that is why I was so frustrated by MY/SJ by the end - their collective brain power could have fit into a thimble with space left over.

Oh, girl, girl, girl, you SHOULD have learned that, but instead you are gonna take these chances out behind a barn and shoot them in the head.

PS I see they kept older bro alive unlike in the novel where Tantai Jin killed him permanently and the siege/tragic climax of this life was in part orchestrated by his other brother. That is why you always check for corpses! (And then cook them in soup pots :P)

Hmmmm, the mask thing is interesting, because clearly it isn’t him who’s gonna be demon king. Or is he? In the novel, consuming demons and their power was unique to Tantai Jin thanks to the whole demon god thing so this guy’s plan to do the same would have been impossible. But here it appears to be something he can do and it IS a demon god quality so hmmm. Wonder where they are going with this, since it’s a big deviation from the novel. I am sure they are gonna keep TTJ as the demon king but a part of me thinks it would be kinda hilarious in a very dark way if Susu tried to murder TTJ and wrecked his and her own happiness only to discover the man wasn’t even the demon king this time around due to the changes she made to the timeline!

#cdrama #till the end of the moon #luo yunxi #bai lu

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copperbadge · 1 year

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Some Discourse On Fictional Chefs

I collected up all the discussion of Simon’s potential love interest in the Shivadhverse (and one about Twelve Points) and threw it in a post :D

katestamps

If it is realistic at all, I’d love to be able to hand 12 Points to my musician daughter when she gets home from college around the 18th of May. That’s also the week after Eurovision. No pressure, I’m just excited for her to read it!

For a second I was like “If the book is realistic? Well, it kinda is, I’m working on that now” and then I realized you meant datewise :D I hope it is -- the book’s in final edits but a few of them are taking some time. I have to finish the edits, typeset, design the cover, upload, order proofs, approve the proofs, and then the thing can go out, which is not NOT doable by May, but it’s slightly iffy only because my April is super hectic. But most of the delay is usually in ordering the proofs (they take longer than they used to, to print and ship) so if I can get shit done BEFORE the hectic, we should be good.

And now on to the chefs. I was a little amused, admittedly, because I didn’t vocalize clearly what I was asking about when I asked what people would like to see -- I was thinking more in terms of gender, sexuality, disability, race, etc. but I didn’t specify that, so instead I mostly got fascinating ideas for backstories and character aspects. Which is so fandom! I love it, I’m not mad or dismayed, it’s just also really funny. :D

dignitywhatdignity

Are you thinking someone from Eddie's TV Chef circles, or more along Simon's own, more classical background?

spaci1701

A protégé of Eddie's who has taken over his show comes to do a special on the Country that Stole Our Star and had gotten a little big for his britches?

1968bullittmustang

It's probably too close to Eddie's character, but... What about one of those chef's that travel the world cooking the most awful (or best) local dishes with home chef's. Or maybe just a National Geographic photographer in country to do a piece on the 'One Highland' 😁

I’d like them to be a native Shivadh, only because most of the books to date have involved either total foreigners or expats returning, and both Royals/Ramblers and the football novel will as well. I’m hoping for someone who has moved to Fons-Askaz from the rural backcountry, but the idea is that Simon comes into conflict with someone who has a much less “fancy food from a classical background” style -- part of the conflict comes from each of them initially assuming the other has the inferior way of cooking. So -- more on Eddie’s line BUT not one of Eddie’s folks, because whoever this person is, they’re relatively local.

Mind you, I do like the National Geographic angle. And I do kind of like the idea that someone else took over Truly Tasty. Eddie said that might happen. And that’s something I’d need to work into Royals/Ramblers so hmmm, making a note.

dignitywhatdignity

(Or you could steal from the foodieverse! A classically trained hipster with a Michelin-starred food truck! A chain pizza scion with a flair for molecular gastronomy!)

Actually nicking some from the Foodieverse might be helpful -- maybe taking and twisting around Steve’s plotline from that universe a bit, though that doesn’t necessarily mean it has to be a Hot Male Hipster. But perhaps someone who trained classically and then decided it was all bullshit.

spinningprincess

It's in my brain because it's what I'm writing, but I bet someone who's a little bit New Agey and leans hard into the symbolism of EVERY dish, whether from a "traditional foods of XYZ culture" standpoint or a "historically used for $magickal effect" standpoint, and like, talks about the energy of the kitchen, would be a great and interesting counterpoint to Simon's lack of that. And it's such a GOOD romance trope. (to be clear, I'm writing two different stories right now where no one ever cooks a food because they're hungry and want to eat A Food, it's all "well, basil is good prosperity magic, but cabbage is good prosperity magic and also the traditional food of my people, and...")

On the whole it’s an idea I like, but I’m not sure it’s fitted to this particular plot -- might be something to revisit with another character at some point, though.

I’m discovering just how difficult it is to write hippie/new-age characters with Royals/Ramblers in part because so much of that mythology eventually traipses around towards anti-Semitism. Not necessarily food symbolism, and not ALL new age stuff is that way, but it really is a razor-fine line at times.

knottahooker

My first thought was that terrifying lady chef from Ratatouille, she was fantastic. Someone with her personality, maybe? Cactus with a heart of gold who will absolutely stab you anyway.

My instinct is along those lines, at the least someone who is a trifle confrontational, but I feel like so much of it depends on other aspects of who they are, which is what I’m struggling to pin down.

robinade

it would be funny if Simon's "nemesis" was, like, lactose intolerant or something so they have objections to French cuisine (so heavy on cheese and butter) but Simon doesn't know this at first and is mortally offended

musegaarid

What if Simon falls for a bodybuilder or a ballerina or someone on a really restrictive diet? If they were older and getting ready to retire, he could reintroduce them to good food.

I like both of these -- I think there’s particularly something to the idea of an athlete who has eaten a restricted diet, since that’s something that can alter more easily than allergies. But to make the story work they really do need to be a fellow chef. Which, there’s no reason they couldn’t have dietary restrictions AND be a chef, but I’m not sure I’d do either side of them justice that way.

katestamps

Ooh, I just had the thought of Simon’s nemesis as a French chef which was actually an espionage cover. Think Julia Child, Cold War edition. (I also think of Simon as 5-10 years older than Michaelis which may or may not be accurate.)

Man, there is something to the idea of a spy. I’d say from Galia, but I don’t think Ofelia either wants or needs someone to spy on Fons-Askaz for her, she could just like, ask Alanna if she needs to know something :D Might turn this over in my head a bit, although it would again mean someone coming from outside the country.

Simon is actually a trifle younger than Michaelis -- Michaelis was around 34, 35 when he hired him, and Simon and Hugo were both in their twenties. It still puts him in his fifties -- I do enjoy writing romances for older people, especially because there is something of a dearth of romance novels specifically featuring older men (they do exist but you run face-first into the “daddy” trope a lot, and “older man” in romance-speak often clocks in at “definitely under fifty”). Older women as the POV character are more common, I would imagine because older women are a huge target audience for romances.

annechen-melo

Thinking about the love interest for Simon, someone who Absolutely Does Not Have A Media Presence beyond their cookbooks, and there is a Very Good Reason for that. That reason may be anything from an acerbic personality whenever someone points a camera in their direction to being just not good at Peopleing. Hmm. How international is the idea of Witness Protection Makeovers?

They could also just be crap at social media -- I’ve come to realize that every social platform EXCEPT tumblr is basically incompatible with my brain, and even the ones marginally compatible like Reddit, I just don’t find a ton of value in them a lot of the time. Which would be a nice foil to Simon starting up a recipe blog at the same time.

strix-alba

I wish for Simon's love interest to be a salt-and-pepper-haired butch woman *shakes the genie's lamp*

There’s definitely a salt-and-pepper butch woman coming into the Shivadhverse at some point. :D I had her set for a later book, and not sure that’d be right for Simon, but I’m not ruling it out -- a fairly mouthy, fairly masc woman about Simon’s age is one of the strong potential characters I’m considering.

Anonymous asked:

Shivadhverse: Concerning Simon’s love interest: would you consider someone like Catherine Bordey, owner of La Kaz, from “Death in Paradise”? Or possibly even a French POC like her daughter? I’d really love 💕 to see a character who is both French and a POC. 😊

I’ve seen an episode or two of Death in Paradise but I don’t think I’ve encountered those two characters! I’ll have to see if my folks can educate me on them, they love that show. I am trying to figure out how to work more racial diversity into the books, so that’s a thought. Not necessarily French, but French-Shivadh; they do share a border.

Anonymous asked:

maybe not a fit but I'll try anyway. what i'd like in a chef character is someone who tried something, really got into it, then backed out of it so hard. like the foraging culture, which could net you a research hole into local greens. what if they believe it's now too polluted to forage safely? and yet they have an encyclopedic knowledge of the seasons and life cycles of sidewalk dandelions. tl;dr cursed knowledge

As an aspect of the character that could work, although it gets difficult because like...the deeper someone is in something, the more I have to learn in order to put it out there :D I was looking at something along those lines, or at least something similar that might make them a bit brusque. Lots to mull on overall, anyhow.

#shivadhverse

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Tears of Themis x Enstars word vomit, GO.

(more on, what do you wanna say if that ever happens lol)

HI HELLO? This is such a surprising concept since I'm already working on another Enstars AU, but anywho!

The core of Tears of Themis is that it has FOUR love interests, which plays hand in hand with our four agencies, well if that matters since we'll focus more on the personalities.. We'll forgo the dynamics the original four have (like marius being vyn's student, vyn and artem having worked with each other before, luke being part of the group the three are also in)

Now.. speaking of those four though, it's time to draw different parallels with them and a character from Enstars. It'll take a while for me to remember what they're exactly like since it's been about two or so years since I last played it..

Okay, starting off with a guy who works in the same field as you, he is your boss basically and would fuss about you not taking care of yourself- ding ding ding, who do I draw Artem parallel to? Ibara Saegusa.

so THIS stood out "Artem's favorite movie genres are art films and war films." and??? Okay, let's roll from that.

"Put himself to an unimaginable standard" Hmm..

Just a headcanon but they probably enjoy black coffee

Also fun fact he shares a va with Nagisa

(anyway I spent like a good ten minutes scrolling his card gallery)

And then soon after, we're introduced to a childhood friend.. yeah okay.. who works a dangerous job.. mhm.. that's will lie to you for your safety... Mama? Like he wasn't completely Anzu's childhood friend but.

"When he was a child, Luke dreamed of becoming a hero, making a charming appearance in times of need and beating all the bad guys. As he grew up, though, he realized heroes aren't always charming and glamorous and are often a mess instead."

UM?? HELLO???????????? (in shock at this guesstimation)

They're both also really reliable

He shares a VA with Mao!

So then, moving onto Vyn, because my friend's favorite was Vyn and she would always talk to me about how Marius steals her pulls and like?? He's something.. is he a manipulator? Is he a yandere? I don't know but when he said "Destruction precedes creation" it reminded me of the genshin fanart with Albedo as Vyn. ... AND okay, so Albedo, right? He's voiced by Nojima Kenji and the person is DING DING DING, the parallel goes to!

"Vyn is able to face anything with ease and skill, giving those around him a sense of peace, resulting in people involuntarily opening their hearts to display their truest self before him. If one's heart has secrets, they will most definitely be discovered by him."

Natsume, natsume??? I can't think of anyone else who would have this kind of description to fit.

Vyn has a very gentle temperament, but he is not what one may imagine as a weak scholar. He is very reliable in critical moments, and with his ability to maintain a perfect disposition, any weakness he might have is unknown. <- what Natsume wishes he could be/j

Oh, and the two of them have really influential parents, go figure.

However, he is sometimes derisive of common human flaws, such as the tendency to prioritize selfish short-sighted personal gain while still rationalizing those same choices as logical and intelligent <- BAHSHAJKA they're both hypocrites

Yeah okay, so last but not the least! jsldkjfsl this is super funny because Marius shares a va with TSUMUGI, TSUMUGI AOBA!! Him and Luke were my favorites actually, oh look.. me falling for the childhood friend trope and a character with purple eyes.. ah...

"It is difficult to understand this second young master. " <- Okay, Hiyori. I'm calling it now. Rich kid that gets on people's nerves sometimes? Hmmm

Good at art, though the only person that comes to mind is Hajime.. who is the opposite of rich.

YEP HIYORI WE GOOO

So conclusion? Yeahhh, four agencies? Nope, we have two cospro and two newdi idols sjdkfjsklj --- This does make for a good idea though! Thanks for the ask :3

#asks #anonymous #tears of themis #enstars

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I don't know if this counts as a encanto ask but i was trying to see what a encanto au out of the batfam would be based on 2nd hand knowledge.

I had Jason= Mirabel

Duke- Dolores

Cass- Antonio

and that was about it

What do u think a encanto au with them be?

Hmmm,i'm not trying to be rude but i don't think those align well!I think you could definitely make them fit(and would love to hear your reasoning for them!!)but personally,i'd go with:

Stephanie-Mirabel.The 'out of place' one in the Batfam as she's not adopted by Bruce and they've got that 'i'll prove myself no matter what' spunk to them.Also Stephanie as a protagonist >>>>>

Dick-Both Luisa and Isabela.The perfect eldest who wasn't allowed to be human from a young age and has a rebellious streak that they let out eventually,which helps them heal greatly from what they've been through,and is also a softie who does their best to be kind to everyone,especially their younger siblings

Jason-Dolores.The closest in age to 'the golden child'(Dick/Isabela)and a lot more open than them with their emotions but not viewed nearly as positively,instead as just another one of the kids.Also:Red + Summer fits the role of Mariano(Family friend himbo who used to crush on the eldest but is close friends with Jason/Dolores and realizes his heart lies with them)

Tim-Camilo.Gremlin teenage boy.'Nuff said

Damian-Antonio.The baby of the family who's an animal lover!!

Talia-Alma.They got that 'matriarch of color with generational trauma' thing going on

Bruce-Pedro.Yeah😔

I hate Batfam aus that don't have Cass and Duke-Like,excluding them is even in my dni-but there's no fitting roles left :( There's Félix and Pepa but idk how that would work.OH!!!!!!We could make them additional original characters!!Any ideas for that👀

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warmau · 2 years

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☆: pastry chefs/bakers!au taeyong a little bit of a rivals au, but mostly oblivious pining that stretches for way too long like please just tell each other you're in love. also i dont know anything about baking sweets so...ignore any of my mistakes.. tw: worrying about your career lol, drinking

in your first year of culinary school, you realize cooking is a language full of its own rules and century-old traditions.

cooking is like french, or pashto, or russian

but baking - is a completely different dialect

baking exists in the world of cooking, but it sets its own path that you end up falling in love with

and your once dream of becoming an executive chef at some fancy, flashy restaurant turns into a dream of owning your own bakery

a place unique to the skills you start to hone with a vicious passion that leaves most of the other students around you confused

you find out one of your professors has had a decorated career in pastry making and immediately seek him out to take you as an understudy

and that's when you meet lee taeyong

he's got big eyes like molds full of warm chocolate and stands thin in frame under the white uniforms you all wear

in his front pocket is a wrapper from the milk buns they sell down the street

he's not intimidating at all

but when you get closer to him you smell the familiar scent of sugar and you start to understand why he's there too

"im here to talk to the professor about becoming his apprentice."

you say it because the silence between you two is awkward

also - you want to read him

you want to see what his reaction will be, you wonder if he'll snort at you and tell you to back off, he was here first

but all taeyong does is bat his eyes at you like a baby deer caught in the headlights

"oh. me too."

although you both live in the realm of sweets - you and taeyong are on opposite ends of the spectrum in every way possible

for one, you are excitable and energetic and want to get elbow deep into any ingredient, familiar or foreign

taeyong is reserved and usually sleepy during the early morning classes. he observes and takes every step of his routine with caution.

your fundamentals are the same - cookies, cakes, and bars. these are staples to any baker or patisserie's book

but everything else you and taeyong make couldn't be more different

you always lean into the comfort kind of dessert: brownies, puddings and pies. you can make a doughnut fancy - but why should you? the most important part is that it tastes like a place somewhere you know.

but taeyong is a scientist, a designer, and completely out of your loop.

he pushes forward crème brûlée's, strawberry eclairs, and makes meringue's with his eyes closed.

when you put forward your desserts, one always looks like you could get it at a street fair and the other looks like it's only available for a week at some snotty european bistro

you sometimes don't know what in the world he is even making until it's done

and the first time you learn what cream of tartar is - taeyong looks at you with the same innocence he always has painted on his face - "oh, i use this all the time."

you won't lie - in the beginning you were a bit disheartened by the gap between you two

and it would have been easy to think that just because his ingredients were more expensive and sometimes harder to pronounce that he was the more deserving apprentice

but you managed to crush that thought for all your time at school because sure he could do his own thing and you could do yours

and you could both be great at it

"except, what if you like apply for the same job?"

you ruffle through your sparse choices of outfits for graduation. all of them are not as great as you thought they were when you bought them.

"hmmm, you mean me and taeyong?"

your friend who said they'd come over and help you pick is not doing that at all.

instead, she's sitting cross legged on your bed and looking at one the polaroid's on your wall.

she taps a nail on the one that has you, taeyong, and your shared professor on it

you join her and look at taeyongs small face on the photograph

"i mean i doubt it. he's probably going to go work in paris or milan."

"he has the looks for it, that's for sure."

you purse your lips and turn to look at your friend with disappointment but she just deadpans back

"c'mon, all this time together and you've never thought he was hot?"

you shake your head before you can really register an answer

you look at him and he's got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his uniform looks like he's ironed it.

you have what might be sugar on yours, and your hair is a bit of a disheveled mess.

"i guess he's cute."

graduation comes and goes in what seems like a blur - you can officially call yourself a baker now, although you think the journey started for you a while back

the last person who want to share a tearful goodbye with aside from some friends and other graduates is your instructor

you head to where you think you'll find him - only to find taeyong waiting outside of his office just like on your first day together

dressed in a pale blue, tailored suit and with that signature lost look on his face he holds a white box in his hands

"is that a cake?"

you ask for the sake of conversation

"dacquoise."

"ah. i made snickerdoodles."

he hesitates as if he wants to say something, but before he can the door opens and your professor smiles fondly at the both of you

but he turns first to taeyong

"congratulations on the job!"

you blink and feel your mouth dry slightly, "y-you already got a job?"

taeyong's ears go red and you can see him clutch a little at the box he's still holding

"yes, i got an invitation to work with the patisserie at the shilla hotel."

unable to control your expression, your eyes go wide

the shilla hotel - the most expensive hotel in the city?

"i called in a recommendation for taeyong as well, im proud to have a student of mine pushing the boundaries already!"

a recommendation.....he didn't offer me a recommendation...

"really, it's not that gr-"

taeyong's voice drowns out and the world starts to feel like it's rapidly shrinking

"are you going to apply for some manager positions at some of the bakery chains around here?"

your professor asks - taking the cake from taeyong's hands and not hurrying to reach for what you've brought along

manager position? is that what all my work is going to come down to?

you force on a smile and shake your head.

you want to be strong and say with confidence - "im going to forge my own way ahead. im going to be the baker i always dreamed i would be."

but the words are lost and suddenly, you're embarrassed

you're embarrassed to be standing beside taeyong.

to be holding these cookies that just don't compare.

it goes over your professors head, but taeyong tenses and you suddenly make up a reason for having to leave

they both say something to you - something that gets lost in the spiraling, sickening feeling of dreaded realization that is gripping you

we were never on the same level. taeyong was always running a mile ahead of me.

you feel too ashamed to go home and call your family like you had planned, and you are feeling too small to go out onto the big city streets of seoul

so you find yourself at the post graduation party the students of your school have thrown

and you find yourself in front of a bottle

you are not a drinker, and you are not really a party person either - unless you get to mingle and watch people try your desserts. but this is the only thing you can think of doing

i thought we were always going to succeed, the both of us. what’s a roll of homemade bread to a world class five star tart - the worst part is

you draw a circle on the rim of your drink

the worst part is taeyong isn’t even being selfish about it. he probably didn’t even think it was a competition.

someone sits at your table, off in the corner and you look up

just as if he’s sprung from your thoughts - it’s taeyong. and he looks uncomfortable to be in a swarm of so many people.

“don’t come here to pity me.”

you say it with conviction and the confidence of a little bit of drinking

he winces, as if it really stings, but you don’t notice and go back to your own thoughts

taeyong swallows and says something you barely hear over all the noise

“i can’t pity someone who inspires me.”

to be frank, you think you imagine the sentiment

but it’s weird because you can’t decide if you did or if he really said that. why would he? you and him learned side by side together for a long time and you’ve never heard something like that before

you finish your drink and get up without a word

taeyong follows and stutters out what he thinks will make you stop from leaving

“i’ll tell the hotel to consider you instead.”

all it does is make you angry, you scoff in response

“you didn’t hear me did you? i said don’t pity me.”

you turn on your heel, rushing toward the door as the world spins slightly in a blur around you

you manage to make it out of whatever bar you were in, until you trip against the uneven curb of the sidewalk and hear something split under the platform of your shoe

you kick up your left foot and see that the bottom is peeling, broken completely off at the edge

“are you kidding me?”

you try to force it back into place, but it doesn’t work and when you nearly tip over from losing your balance - you put your hand out - only to land on the soft fabric of someone’s shoulders

it’s taeyong and he puts an arm out to support you that you try to swat away weakly

all it does is make you wobble into him even more

when you’re stable, he squats down to look at the damage and his fingers are cool on the skin of your ankle

from the outside - you probably look like a couple

the ever doting boyfriend, worried about their partner. there’s an intimacy between you two that you are both oblivious to

until it hits you from the glances of people who walk by and you pull yourself away

“it’s fine. im going to walk home.”

“do you live close by, i’ll help you.”

you purse your lips - “actually i have to take the subway so if you could just move-”

he doesn’t, instead taeyong mutters that his place is luckily just around the corner and he’ll let you borrow something of his to help you get home in

you refuse - vehemently because you are not trying to look even more embarrassing in front of him than you apparently have been looking all this time

but taeyong doesn’t sound or looks as meek as you remember when he points out that your shoe is falling apart and you aren’t going to be safe in this kind of state when it’s already so late into the evening

somehow - you end up in front of taeyong’s apartment - you watch him punch in the code and furrow your eyebrows

“haha” you start dryly “your code is my birthdate.”

the tips of his ears dust pink but you convince yourself it’s just a weird coincidence

taeyong’s place is as neat and as organized as he is, there is a fish tank that grabs your attention and a bookshelf full of cookbooks

“just let me borrow some slippers and i’ll be gone.”

taeyong disappears into another room and comes out with a pair of fuzzy, clean, nearly brand new looking slippers

he puts them down by your feet

“can i tell you something before you go?”

you want to refuse, but you feel so much of your self worth has leaked out of you in front of him today that you just nod

“i’m serious about being inspired by you.”

his voice is calm and collected

“you taught me how to bake the most delicious bread i’ve ever had in my entire life. how am i not supposed to look up to someone like that?”

you blink back an initial wave of shock that nearly gets you sober

“wh-what are you talking about?”

taeyong doesn’t look up at you so you don’t see his small smile

“two months after we started our apprenticeship - i told you i’d never made bread from scratch before.”

you can sort of remember the time he’s talking about, but the memory isn’t super clear in your mind

for most of your time with taeyong, you always thought you were kind of in a secret race, small moments that he’s talking about seemed to have flown over your head

“instead of just letting me do it myself - you taught me, step by step how to do it. i’d never seen someone do something so easily, like you were born for it. i know it sounds childish to say this but watching you do it felt like watching a movie.”

you can tell taeyong isn’t used to this long of a dialogue and that he’s taking time to choose his words

“i didn’t think anyone could love baking as much as i did - but i felt in that moment that i met my match in you.”

you stand up, far to quickly than you should, and taeyong has to leap up to catch you from stumbling forward

this time you don’t try to pull back right away

you look at him - those big brown eyes that always seemed aloof and far off are concerned and seeping into your own

“is that wh-is that why the code to your door is-”

taeyong’s face turns nearly crimson

“yes, because the day after that day was your birthday and when i asked you how to repay you for the lesson you said-”

“-just make me something sweet for my birthday tomorrow.”

something in the room shifts.

you don’t know what it is, but it’s like the quickening of a pulse

you lean forward, but taeyong stops you gently

“i’m scared you won’t remember if you do that right now.”

you agree, and let taeyong help you sit down.

“i don’t want to be a manager.” you hiccup suddenly and taeyong takes in a breath “i want to own my own store. i want to be my own boss. but taeyong, i don’t think i can do it.”

there’s silence and the weight of adulthood and responsibility weaves itself onto both your shoulders

“i know you can do it. and i want to help if you’d let me.”

the sincerity is almost heart wrenching. you’ve waited to hear those words from everyone, you’ve wanted them from the people you thought should be saying them.

but hearing them from someone who really believes in you - hits in a whole different way.

at some point you put your head on taeyong’s shoulder. the night is spent talking about all the things you haven’t been able to share

even though you spent so much time elbow to elbow in the kitchen

when your eyes close, you feel safe with taeyong and he doesn’t do anything to betray this newly formed bond between you

the morning sun through the blinds hurts your head a little.

you sit up in the white, clean sheets of taeyong’s bed

you’re still wearing all your clothes and your shoes and the pair of slippers he brought out for you are on the side of the bed

when you shuffle into the living room, taeyong is sprawled out on the couch asleep

you try to be quiet as you sit down in front of him on the carpet, studying the architecture of his face

“wake up...” you mumble, but he doesn’t seem to hear

you trace the strong, but somehow inviting lines and says it again a little louder

taeyong shifts in his sleep and his shirt rides up his flat stomach

“there’s something i want to do taeyong, please wake up.”

after a moment of stirring, his eyelashes flutter open and he gets caught between a flustered blush and a smile of happiness that you’re still here

“good mo-”

“can i kiss you now?”

it’s soft, quick, and sweet. somehow taeyong even tastes like sugar. he’s wide awake when you pull back.

“don’t you have a job to get to you?”

you say to break him out of his trance, he fumbles up and off the couch as you follow too

but then he stops in his tracks

“i - i really meant it last night too, that i’d give my recommendation up if you want it ins-”

you put a finger to his lips and taeyong gets the message

“i’ve decided i am going to work toward my goal and you work toward yours. after all, you said i inspire you and taeyong you inspire me too.”

he looks like he’s biting back giddiness

this time you two kiss for real, and you nearly drive taeyong up onto a wall which he’d gladly let you continue doing if it weren’t for the alarm that goes off on his phone that breaks you two apart

you hurry him along and say you’ll make coffee before he has to go

when you open the cabinet, there are two mugs with little cat faces on them

when you pull them out you think,

i’ve learned the language of baking - but now i think i have to learn the language of lee taeyong.

#this is so dramatic for no reason why didnt i just write some corny shit about baking cupcakes together #taeyong au #taeyong scenarios #sfw #nct scenarios #nct au #nct 127 au #nct 127 scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #taeyong imagines #drinking/

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MAG 66 - I have vague memories of this statement regarding the first time I listened to it and what I was doing… I wanna say I sat on the couch?

It's so funny that in every statement with Salesa he's described as this crooked intimidating antiques dealer with whom you absolutely don't want to be on bad terms with (which probably is true), but when we actually meet Salesa he seems like this welcoming funny guy.

"His grip was just as strong as I would have guessed and for a second I was suddenly afraid he was going to kill me. Instead, he looked me in the eyes for a long moment before he said very softly, “don’t go to sleep”." - There, hard on the outside… a bit softer on the inside. The statement-giver thought Salesa was going to kill him when in reality Salesa wanted to safe his life.

"I have never suffered from claustrophobia before but it didn’t take long for it to set in " - Buried episodes usually don't do much for me. I too have never suffered from claustrophobia. Been caving, no problem. MRs, no problem. I guess if I ever thought to be buried alive I would also panic, but I think it's very unlikely to happen? There are no strong earthquakes where I live. I live far enough from the nearest mountain so mudslides are also unlikely. I don't go skiing, that makes avalanches also not something I might encounter…

"The thing that finally brought me out of it was the realization that if I’d been breathing so hard and for so long but was still conscious, that must mean there was airflow and that I wasn’t completely buried alive. That sudden moment of relief ended abruptly though, when I swear I felt the box get smaller." - The Buried is one of the Entities that fights you really hard when there's the chance for you to feel less fear. The coffin is the same, that's why Fiona Law ended up in it. But the statement-giver in MAG 129 made it out using an anchor, so it's possible depending on the manifestation (or at what stage you're at, like Joshua Gillespie in MAG 2. He never opened the coffin, it never got that far).

I think that these returning moments of hope was what kept the statement-giver alive. He probably would have been processed faster or died faster if he didn't think he might make it out (having enough air, seeing light) and the box tried so very hard to crush (ha!) his hope. But this gave him enough time to wait it out until Salesa and Lukas finally could get to him.

"He looked at me then over to Salesa, shrugged, and handed him a 20 pound note before turning around and walking out of the shipping container" - I remember that I did laugh at this (and now I remember I was definitely listening on the couch), as I instantly recognized this as a bet XD

"Surprisingly, it seems comprehensive shipping records are harder for Tim to flirt his way into than police reports" - lol

"There are several online orders of petrol, lighter fluid, pesticides, and high-powered torches." - Hmmm, the pesticides? Did Gertrude already prepare for Prentiss? I mean she was still Archivist when Prentiss gave her statement. Or was this for something else? Amherst didn't strike me that much of a bug buddy, although that ant building was his. Still, him taking over Ivy Meadows and Klanxbüll in Germany were all cases of diseases.

"I cannot help but wonder if there is a reason she was keeping the files in disarray. I’m not convinced she would approve of my efforts to organize them." - He's absolutely right there.

grbookworm1818, there it is^^ I think I have already forgotten that from MAG 4 on my first listen, especially since I had a very hard time with MAG 4.

"The more I learn about Gertrude, the more I respect her, and the more I worry about her motives." - Not everything is black and white, Jon. Her motives were good, her methods questionable…

"Perhaps I’ve been focusing on the wrong question, and the most important thing isn’t who killed her, but why." - Quite right, definitely worth looking into.

This supplemental has already so much story in it, but you only realize this over the course of XX episodes.

She ordered the pesticide after hearing Benoît Maçon's statement

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 66 #lycanlovingvampyre

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