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macarensesangles · 23 days

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idk if ive talked here about the. most of star war au tbh? hard to summarize. rambling incoming

essentially. pfeil was prince of zygerria, but it sucked for numerous reasons (terrible fascist hell culture, abusive family, etc). his mom was physically violent and during one altercation he freaks out and kills her with the dark side of the force. like jsut explodes her. obviously being like 15 he panics and flees the planet as a stowaway on the first ship he can find.

he ends up on this planet I MADE UP <3 called orphan, which is an orphan planet (hence the name). it's home to an imperial shipyard, and in essence it kind of functions like a prison colony and general shunting-off place for Undesirables. nothing grows there, it's all solid ice, its day-night cycle is managed by a big stupid orbital lamp and the ice crystals in the air cause a lot of optical illusions. the overseer lets him stay on the condition that he work, and everyone sort of quietly overlooks the fact that he gives a fake name and doesn't legally exist and the obviousness of like. i mean come on this little zygerrian guy shows up and then a few days later you hear on the news that their prince is missing and his mom is dead? DUH

anyway. orphan sucks, the optical bullshit and isolation and bad safety standards and all cause a LOT of industrial accidents and general malaise. pfeil just kind of absorbs this horrible atmosphere and gets mad about it and mad at the empire and it all sort of festers until someone Else gets into an accident and he's had Enough and steals a ship to go attack the first imperial operation he comes across and hopes he'll just get blown up. instead thrawn grabs him, and he does his typical thing of like "oh hmmm, he might be useful later," and essentially lets him go and leads him to the ghost crew.

i think pfeil meets up with everybody after the shit with maul, so between seasons 2 and 3. obviously kanan doesn't like him bc he's got the most rancid dark side vibes humanly possibly (felinely possible?) but ezra likes him. pfeil gets weird about kanan thinking he's ontologically evil since he's already got massive guilt issues and ocd also. everybody else is some level of cool with him though. he and zeb get along particularly well since they're the least humany of the crew i think, and obviously he has force shit in common with ezra and an interest in art in common with sabine. hera just kind of adopts him

i tend to imagine season 3 is kind of like...he has a lot of soul searching to do about his self destructive/suicidal tendencies and connection to the force and kanan really only makes it worse. i think a lot that pfeil would seek out the bendu and be like OKAY SO YOURE A GREAT AND WISE TEACHER. IM ALL FUCKED UP. HOW DO I STOP BEING FORCE SENSITIVE. and ofc the bendu is like Well you'd have to kill yourself (the living force is part of everyone, you can't not be alive unless you're dead, etc). and pfeil being pfeil takes this to mean "Ah, so i am morally obligated to kill myself then" which. Not what he said

the big battle at atollon is probably his nadir, really. i had been thinking he gets over his whole Thing before then but really his behavior ive written for it suggests he is in fact still up to his usual bullshit. snooping as usual i see. anyway. it is Terribly hopeless for the rebels so i imagine pfeil processes this as like "I can make a difference in the survival of the rebellion. By finally doing the moral thing and CRAZY DYING." and goes out there and fights like an insane scary reckless person until his ship does, in fact, get blown up.

i think this is where there are two sort of possibilities. either way he survives due to the horrible inside of him (dark side of the force). in an au where emet expy polydegmon is emperor, he gets scooped out of space and put in a bacta tank and shit, and there's an uncomfortable captor-captive romance thing that happens and whatever, i still haven't found a way to plot that out in my head to my satisfaction, i never like it. it's not interesting anyway.

the thing that i did this whole big long preamble for is that like. i started thinking "ok but what if i DIDNT replace palpatine with a cuntress. what would happen then." i don't think sheevy palps would scoop pfeil out of the space dirt, honestly. polydegmon initially wants to get in on that because he thinks his dark side echo bullshit might be useful and then falls in love with him and is like oh no oh fuck god dammit, but i think palpatine is too busy being palpatine to take much interest in pfeil, and beyond that i think he'd rather have pfeil be dead than potentially bring another apprentice into the stupid mix bc it's not like pfeil is as cool and badass in the force as luke or anything.

what i'm saying mostly is that i think it would be interesting if maybe in this timeline pfeil was stuck as a pfeilsicle out in space until like. idk. new republic times probably. fry from futurama ass situation

#suicide ment #just in the context of the fiction

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miya-twins · 6 months

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OT3 Origins: AtsuAranKita

the series where I just ramble about poly ships getting together because it's fun

the thing is. everyone can tell aran and kita are into each other. they love to spend time together. aran goes out of his way to understand kita's peculiarities. kita laughs at aran's jokes all the time even when they're not that funny.

it's just that they don't do anything about it and nobody knows why. they're both smart people, they can't be that oblivious, can they?

it frustrates atsumu to no end. now, it really shouldn't be his business what they do or don't do, but. he's been nursing his own crush on aran since middle school, only to then see aran so smitten with kita. and he can't even be mad! obviously anyone would fall in love with kita. he's perfect. atsumu should hate him for stealing aran and even he's falling for kita's charms.

both of them are so damn lucky the other likes them, and atsumu's not jealous. he would be, if there was anything to be jealous of, but there isn't because they don't do anything about their obvious crushes. it's maddening. atsumu doesn't even know who he'd be jealous of anymore. and his stupid, stupid heart won't even stop hoping if there's no concrete evidence that it should. like this, it beats like crazy in his chest every time aran ruffles the twins' hair and lets his hand linger in atsumu's just a tad longer than osamu's. or when kita smiles at him and praises him for a play well done.

he knows aran is just friendly and sees the twins as his little brothers. kita is proud of his kouhai. sometimes, at least. that's all that is. but his heart doesn't get the memo.

so atsumu's getting fed up with the lack of progress, but osamu tells him not to meddle, so he does what he always does when he needs to let off steam, which is practicing his serves.

osamu went home without him so he thinks he can keep going until he's about to collapse, but then he gets interrupted. and of course it's kita and aran who stayed behind to talk to the coach or smth. definitely not to do what they should be doing which is making out behind the gym.

and kita instantly starts to scold atsumu for staying so late, he shouldn't be overworking himself, he's gotta take better care of himself

for once atsumu doesn't listen to him tho, just fires back like "it's not like you do what's good for yourself which would be kissing aran so you got no room to talk!" and he just goes on a rant how literally everyone knows they're in love and atsumu wouldn't even be here working off his frustration about his crushes on them if they just got their shit together

aran is stunned into total silence while kita just plainly presents his perspective, which is yeah he was aware that both aran and atsumu are giving him looks as if they like him, he was just under the impression they were already dating, so he felt it would be rude to insert himself there without being asked first. he was hoping they'd ask eventually.

atsumu's brain kinda explodes at this and he can see the same happening to aran, like no???? they're not dating?? kita's just there like "huh. you just looked so close. my bad."

poor aran then has to go. yes I've had a crush on atsumu for years. didn't act on it cuz poor little samu didn't understand what was going on and thought aran didn't like him anymore when he was trying to spend some time with just atsumu. so he just gave up on it. and yeah he's been eyeing kita also but it's not like he ever got over atsumu. also no he didn't realize either of them were into him. that's wild. what do you mean lovestruck looks he's never seen either of them do that. no not at each other either. he thought everyone but him was only interested in volleyball and friendship.

atsumu is happy he's for once not the dumbest one in a situation

kita suggests they date since they all like each other, it's the most logical solution

aran can barely keep up. atsumu jumps them and tries to kiss both of them at the same time and fails horribly. aran tells him that's obviously not how it works and kita laughs at their antics. and atsuaran just melt at how sweet he sounds and try to kiss him at the same time. and fail horribly.

one day, they'll figure that out, but it's not this day

I'll do more of these but if you want a specific one feel free to send an ask. any ship goes as long as it features at least three people at least one of which must be a miya twin

#miya atsumu #atsuarankita #ojiro aran #kita shinsuke #haikyuu

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lnc2 · 2 years

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my mom and i got in a huge fight yesterday which is a generous description of what was basically me being clumsy and knocking over a lamp and her berating me, implying i was stupid at one point because i forgot the word for remote, and then saying i was too incompetent to take care of the house while they're out of town. obviously i was distraught by the whole thing and i said lately everything i do seems to irritate you and she snapped back that i called her five times the other day to complain (it had been a weird day- milk exploded in my fridge/power line went out/etc. and these conversations didn't last long beyond the normal check in i've been doing because, you know, i'm sick). but i do call a lot and i can't do all of the things she wants me to so it's not like i can really argue back or defend myself especially when it's a "what you're doing rn is hurtful" and she slams back with "well here are all the things you do wrong" instead of having any sort of productive conversation. i think it's the fact that i'm not getting better and she's tired of it and i'm not going to get into everything here because it's too much but i can be understanding and also reach my own breaking point because instead of communicating with me about her frustrations she went into a tirade that was just disproportionate with the situation and also just incredibly damaging. i left and told them i hope they had a good trip. after a nice long cry session and then a conveniently timed therapy appt i opted instead of shooting her a message asking for space (my best friend's idea which i shot down because i know her response would be passive aggressive and turn the blame back on me) or going with my initial impulse which was just to not talk to either of my parents at all but let the silence fester (also a bad idea because i would just sit in my feelings) i opted to text my dad and say i hope you have a safe trip but i won't be reaching out. i'll be fine but if there's an emergency i'll let them know and they should call if they need something. that way my dad could pass it on to my mom and i could just... try and piece my peace together.

so tell me why i just got a call from her checking in like nothing happened? i said i was doing fine and then ended the call a minute later. i've mentioned before that whenever she does something wrong she just brushes it aside and acts like i should just get over it and i'm being unreasonable but yesterday was just... completely too much for me. idek if i expect an apology but i definitely want space. i'm putting this here bc i was shifting wildly between i did the right thing and i'm a horrible person before i even got that call and now i'm spiraling again because i hate conflict especially with my parents and especially because rn i can't do anything literally so i feel so guilty with everything involving them because, you know, they're supporting me rn because fucking covid fucking disabled me. and if i thought communicating these feelings with her would work then i'd do it but i've tried and i always am the one who ends up apologizing and then being resentful afterwards and i'm tired. i'm so tired.

anyways i'm just sharing this so i don't sit in my internal dialogue of guilt that i wasn't immediately forthcoming or wanting to talk to brush it aside which has been our pattern my whole life. i'm allowed to be hurt and angry. i just need to remind myself of that.

i'm trying to avoid the impulse to defend her bc ofc she's done so much for me and i know i'm not perfect and blah blah blah because that's not the point rn. the point is that i'm hurt and and i'm angry and i can feel these feelings without temporizing them.

ugh.

#not ml

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parkitaco · 1 year

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“i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it’s 2 am and i’m cursing your name you’re so in love that you act insane” - the way i loved you and byler!

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Will Byers is familiar with the concept of wishing. He wishes for a lot of things- for a normal life, free of monsters that are dead-set on killing him, for some unknown reason. For a world that didn't hate him so fundamentally for so many reasons. For a reality in which he could have the things he wants - things like DnD campaigns in the Wheeler's basement and Novembers that serve as more than a reminder of what he's been through and, okay, yes, the boy he loves.

Sometimes, though, he swears that the thing he wishes for most of all is the ability to hate Mike Wheeler.

Which- sounds horrible, but Will's been called a monster his entire life and he's never denied it, so whatever. He loves Mike, and he loves loving him, but in situations like these where he's standing in the rain and they're screaming at each other, he really, really wishes he could hate him for the way he's acted. It's irrational and contradictory and a million other things, and if Will had access to, like, a magic genie lamp or something along those lines, he'd probably wish for something more sensible like for the world to stop ending or whatever, but Mike is constantly irrational and contradictory and stupid so Will thinks that maybe he deserves to be a little bit, too.

"You lied to me," Mike is saying, over and over now, not seeming to know what else to say. He's run out of words, which is rare for Mike, and Will can see the tears on his face through the spore-filled rain. "You lied, Will!"

"I know!" Will explodes, glaring at him. "I know I did, and I'm sorry, okay? But don't act like this is all on me, you are the one who couldn't tell your girlfriend of two years you loved her, and I'm almost positive that you can't blame me for that one."

"Maybe there was a reason, Will! Ever think of that?"

"Mike, I've been trying to figure out the messed-up logic of your brain for the better part of a decade. I'm sick of it, okay? Yes, it occurred to me, but you didn't tell me and I am fucking tired of having to ask."

Mike swallows, his face shifting from anger to something a little more panicked. "Will, I- it's hard, okay? I- I care about El, but I- I feel so much more- I didn't even know I could feel this much, actually, for- for someone who-"

He cuts himself off, looking overwhelmed and sad and scared in the rain, and Will wants to hold him close and brush his tears away with his fingertips and tell him it's okay, whatever it is, but feelings like that are what put them in this situation in the first place, so he holds onto his last tendrils of anger and asks, "For someone who what, Mike?"

Mike hesitates for the briefest of seconds, twitchy and panicked and unsure of himself, before he lurches forward like his body is acting independently from his brain and plants his lips on Will's.

It's not gentle or sweet or anything Will had hoped from it, and he barely has time to process, to grab Mike's waist and kiss him back firmly, anger and confusion and so, so much love swirling in his chest and getting lost somewhere between their lips, before Mike pulls away.

"I'm sorry," Mike pants, and then he's turning on his heel and storming off in the direction of the Wheeler's garage, water soaking his hair and clothes and Will can't even move because Mike is-

Mike is insane, actually, that's the only explanation. He's actually lost his mind, in maybe the same way that Will has, and Will still, inexplicably doesn't want anyone else. That's the way he loves Mike - the culmination of every emotion a human being is capable of feeling, all wrapped up and shoved into a tight ball in his chest, and still he wouldn't trade it for everything.

Will sits down on the wet pavement and lets himself cry.

#this was... so much longer and angstier than i intended i'm SO SORRY #this is the third time i've written the rain fight and i think this is my favorite #anyway i promise i'll do a more lighthearted prompt next LOL i'm sorry (not really tho <33)#thanks for the ask!!#byler #stranger things

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gailthulu · 2 years

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I hate to be blunt but my uh my cousin's evil husband left a bowl of antifreeze out for all the neighborhood cats, which eats their stomach and intestines from the inside out, INCLUDING neighbors "barn cats". In my town garbage bags FULL of completely mutilated cats were found. They caught the guy but the damage was done. There was another kid in my neighborhood who did that, a kid at school who bragged about killing animals, the older class got sent home from a friend trip early cause kids went into a tractor supply and killed baby chicks. The police and animal control just tell everyone to shoot the roaming pets in their yards, and they absolutely do. What does everyone have to do to get through to you people just list every case of animal death there is? Oh but that's "triggering". Hm. Sad. Do you think the monsters in every neighborhood constantly killing outdoor pets are doing so in a humane manner? NO. They're mutilating them! Google it. Google what a pet looks like skinned alive, one crushed into the pavement, a burned one etc. If you can't even type it into Google how the HELL are you allowing it to happen to your babies? It's sick! What's next "my six month old infant has a brain so I'm gonna let it eat poison in traffic"? If you really don't care about valuing life then don't comment and don't own any living things. But you're not gonna give your uninformed, boldly ignorant opinion on animal care that will get people's pets and local wildlife killed in horrible ways. "Working cat" LMAO. I was raised on a farm, worked at stables and the local conservation facility. You don't know basic husbandry? You can't be bothered to educate yourself or even listen to experts. Animal abuse and neglect goes hand in hand and you shouldn't be allowed to own animals if you're going to throw them to predators, cars, and poison, etc... Here's hoping someone who can be bothered to give a shit confiscates your animals lol

my brother in christ, what the fuck-

not sure when you sent this bc i don't check my asks but like, instead of writing a goddamn novel telling me off for a comment i left on a post probably years ago, maybe put that energy towards rescuing an animal or something.

my views have changed a bit since that comment, assuming I'm thinking of the one you got so indignant about. of course i don't think letting animals, specifically pets, out by themselves is a good idea. domestic cats are like, the #1 cause of the songbird population decreasing (and if i remember right, the extinction of some). i also know people are sick and twisted serial killers in the making that will do terrible things to stray animals. but i swear to god if someone condescends to me like I'm a stupid fucking baby who doesn't know anything again i think i will explode. sending people vitriolic anons is a coward's move in and of itself, but like, going off on someone without knowing their background, without knowing how old the post or comment was, or without knowing them personally is generally just a bad move.

i know i should probably just delete this ask and go but like, the fact that people still do this whole 'i'm gonna send this person i disagree with a disgustingly long anon ask about why they're a terrible person' thing is fucking bonkers to me. i am sure you have something better to do than traumatize people like PETA activists trying to convince people to go vegan with animal torture porn.

y'all need to get a better hobby. or get a hobby, actually.

#gailthulu asks #tw animal suffering #mentions of animal abuse #stop sending people asks like this #this shit legit makes my blood boil

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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And there are people who are threatening me and others and had a plan to do so to be that other guy and for instance not Obama who designs cerebrus which is using the laser light computer but it is a defense program a military style defense program and three is a military dogma type item and Garth said he was the one receiving these orders and ideas and he's the one who was actually making them he goes ahead and Batman with a collection of the inventions and items some that his father built an engineered and he is a horrific person they want to use nuclear weapons to prove that it's them that's why he's sitting there in the pile of the stuff and it's harassing me all the time and I don't know I guess he's threatening for it all the time and everybody knows he's an idiot and you guys are milling around me threatening for that kind of thing and everybody knows that you're idiots threatening for it and you're competing over system that doesn't work and you're blowing everything they say and I agree and I don't want to get hurt because you're stupid what you're saying is you can go around and do this and if you feel high or feel like it's working or if you're manic you're going to go and do something because you think it worked and I've seen people do that you're stupid as hell you're not adventures you're not the other guy and really I couldn't understand what the hell he was talking about because his English was so poor and his his way of communicating with and the way he was talking it was hard to hear him at all because he doesn't speak clearly and he doesn't enunciate well and pronounce words well and he sounded like a mental patient tonight I really it sounded like another mental patient it sound like the fan the movie but here's some idiot obsessed a****** saying he's this other person and is all these people around to hurt it and watched it and can replay the tape to him since he's running around exposing people I mean it's disgusting house repulsed I said I would not be connected with someone like you to invent how to put pickles on a f****** hamburger because you're so dumb I hope you explode so we can get rid of you

Zues

He was saying other stuff too like I'm the guy who comes up with the ideas I'm the ones who who is a source and I'm on the radio and all this stuff you're going to you said we don't go in the radio and you're full of s*** and you're a piece of crap and stay away from me mental retard and he just keeps coming and he's trying to prove it to you it's like why you trying to prove it if you're him why not just go away and he won't do it and others won't do it either and they're all demanding the role and they're trying to hurt people to get the role and it's horrible because the max had them do stuff and other people and their wild cards and they don't get it I have to tell you that's why it's very hard here and that's the whole thing they want to have all the gadgets they want people to see them with it well they want people to think they're The adventures of the engineers and we have to trash them you go out on a mission we're going to clear your brain out by making a guacamole and you'll see it on the mission you won't remember it you'll still try and do the act and you'll have to get killed again and that's what we're doing to right now and you're not even into this heavy stuff yet it's ridiculous kids but beyond belief and that's what he's been saying it's not those kids beyond belief and it's dangerous

Hera

I'm going after you people here I'm going to get a team together and volunteers from Olympus I want them to form armies to get rid of these twats they're saying they can fool our people in US by what we see and it's just horrendous to listen to or to see and he's in danger

Thor Freya

You're a loser Garth it's in there competing I mean just stinks so bad he's going to believe it and it's not what was happening at all you're a f****** loser and a moron it's brought on by other forces they can't stop us they're going to have to kill us all because of it it's because of you starting a car if you're a pig you're the one trying to get rid of everyone else since you're idiots probably driving you

Trump

Trump used to know how it works he sometimes does but he's weak as s*** I know how it works and I don't want to talk about it but the holy s*** that's stupid gross and I remember it and I should review what he says I will

Terry c

Olympus

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payidaresque · 2 years

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Damla's fans ruined Damla for me. Before Aziz I had only seen her in The Ottoman show on Netflix and her acting was not that memorable. I started watching the show because of Murat, and from the beginning I Knew it was based on Poldark, so I knew that the main ship eventually will be Aziz and Efnan. I feel sorry for Damla because she had to play such a horrible character and for having a toxic fandom. At some point some of them even started shipping Murat and Damla.

Some of Murat's fans also ruined Ramo for me. These two groups I think were the only ones happy about the cancellation. Ramo's fans are still waiting for Ramo season three (lol good luck with that)

As much as I loved Murat and Simay working together, I hope Simay doesn't work with Murat any time soon. His toxic fans bullied her all these months because according to them he has out of this world chemistry with Esra and she is the only worthy of him.

And I hope she never works with Damla ever again. Just…. No no no!

I know how much the cancellation affected you. I hop you're doing better, and thanks for the wonderful gifsets and the blog you created!

Jesus.. people still do that? I mean, shipping actors with their partners EVEN KNOWING that one of them is LITERALLY MARRIED? Oh wow. Okay. I'm guessing they're either have really boring and miserable lives, or just stupid, i don't know. I guess every celebrity has a group of toxic fans and maybe sometimes it is better not to react in any way not to add fuel to the fire (that's regarding both Damla & Murat), because i remember the same situation happening with Stefan/Elena/Damon from the Vampire Diaries. And i'm guessing that'll happen to almost every partner Murat/Damla's gonna have from now on, because that's just the way people are apparently, some people just don't know when to stop (lmao, i'm guessing when they saw Asi, they literally must've been exploded huh 💀). At the end of the day, all that matters is that Simay & Murat were actually comfortable working together, and despite all the chaos recieved a lot of love and support from fans who are actually able to think before talking. Although i'll be honest and say that all this time that i spent on twitter, i never saw a Murat fan who would Insult Simay, whereas Damla's fans are just... off the leash. But that's most likely because i never did go that deep 💀 God i hope they do know that people love them, because i was just scrolling through Aziz tag couple of hours ago and most people are praising them 💜

And knowing the tendency of projects coming out, i don't think SImay & Murat will work together again any time soon, because the gap between Ramo and Aziz was literally 2 years (if i'm not mistaken), and Simay needs to take a step further in her career, and be "in her own league" and i really wish her a big, big project with the lead role, where she can truly be a star, on her own, and i really hope that'll happen, because she deserves everything

I really think people need to learn how to behave, and differentiate one from the other, because that's actually real people you're talking about, not some fantasies in your head

Yes, i'm still not in a good mood actually, i just think that happened too suddenly, but i'll get there. Thanks for all the love 💜

#answered #aziz #aziz whining

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ A FUTURE COP ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi i hope ur having the greatest week on the planet , can i request where reader is younger than hank and she tells him shes pregnant and telling him with some fluff

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @sophie-writes @destynelseclipsa @jadakiss13. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

You have lost the count of how many minutes you've been sitting in the locker room, in silence. Your head is loud enough right now. Hank has left the police station already, and you're waiting the time accorded before doing the same and driving your way to his house. Almost one year and you keep staying there ten minutes more than him, to not make anyone suspect about your relationship. But you aren't sure if you're ready to go.

The fear of losing Hank for what you have to tell him is consuming you, like a big fire reducing your bones to ashes. It's painful, for describing it somehow. The pressure within your chest is going to kill you, suddenly breaking into an anguish crying, resting your back against the wall and curling your legs to your torso. The two of you haven't talked about starting a family. The loss of Justin still being an open wound, bleeding a little bit every day. How are you supposed to tell him that you're pregnant?

“(Y/N)?”

Antonio's voice races your heart, peeking his head out through the lockers. He sounds worried. He looks worried, walking slowly towards you without profering any sharp move. Kneeling next to you, not sure about what he can do, the detective holds your hand to caress the back of them with his thumb; thinking that this gesture can help you to relax. But the sob continues stuck in your throat and the tears roam your cheek like a torrential and furious racing river.

Sitting down by your side, Antonio places an arm over your shoulders, urging you to rest your head on his. He doesn't know what to say. And even if he wanted to say something, his vocal cords fail when your phone dings with a notification and he sees the screen illuminating over the floor. Hank. “Voight?” He thinks raising up an eyebrow, in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Where are you? Something jumped off?”

Grabbing your phone and blocking it to keep it inside your pocket, you turn at the man. Your lips are trembling. You're not sure if you can talk, but you need to rip it off from your chest. You don't want to lose Hank, at this point, not even your work matters.

“Ant—Antonio… I am… pregnant”.

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes widened surprised. His forefinger points at the floor for a moment, to the position of your phone a second ago, asking without words if Hank is the father. You nod pressing your lips. He's in shock. You can see in his eyes, trying to find the correct sentence to say. Congratulations? Are you kidding me? Voight, seriously?

“We… started to date… a year and a half ago and… hm… made it official almost a ye—year ago”.

“Who knows it?”

“Only you. No one else. And I'm terrified, be—because… I was there when he lost Justin and… shit, we've always taken all the care, but… this happened”. Biting your bottom lip, as the tears keep filling up your eyes, you try to not cry anymore. “I don't know… how to tell him. I don't know if he wants this. I don't want to lose him, Antonio”.

“Hey, listen now. You're not gonna lose him, okay?” Turning his body at you and adopting your same position, he hits your shoulder briefly with his fist. “I've an idea. Write him and tell him that you're on your way and meet me in the hall”.

Nodding, he shows you a soft smile before standing up to leave the locker room. Cleaning your cheeks with the back of your hands, you do exactly what he has told you. After writing to your boyfriend and picking up your things, you walk out of the place to wait downstairs. Not a minute after, Antonio comes from behind the main desk saying his goodbye to Platt, before following you to the outside.

Offering you the bag he's carrying in his right hand, keeping the other in a pocket, you take it with curiosity.

“This department, his career, is his life. This is a good way to tell him”.

Grabbing the piece of clothing inside it, you read the emblem of Chicago P.D. before noticing the small size of the shirt.

“We usually give these shirts to the kids who come to see the station”.

Yes. That's the better idea. Your lips curve up in a tender grin of gratitude. You can't help but hug him, without caring who can be watching you.

“C'mon, go to his house and give it to him”.

“Thank you, Antonio… I don't… I don't know what to say”.

“You don't have to. Tell me tomorrow how it has goin'”.

In silence, you nod after placing a kiss on his cheek, keeping back the grey t-shirt inside the bag to go find your car in the private parking.

As always, the road is somewhat empty, reaching Hank's neighborhood in a sight. You can see the lights turned on inside, through the windows, and a free place to park your SUV behind his. Taking your time to leave your car there, you step out having a deep breath trying to calm yourself and your nerves. In your head dance a lot of possible ways about how he will react, and every one of them scares you like never.

Putting your eyes on the bag, you find the needed encouragement to come into his house. Leaving your backpack at the entrance, you lead your steps to the back garden, finding Hank sitting on a wooden chair, leaning forward and shaking his knees nervously. You haven't come this ‘late’ before. But as soon as you sit by his side, placing the bag over the dinner table, he feels less agitated.

Resting his back against his chair, tangling his hands over his abdomen, he can't help but feel curiosity about the content of it and the worrying installed on your face.

“What kind of hell are you into, hm?”

Rubbing the line of his jaw with his thumb, he intertwines his hands again waiting for a response. Maybe we need to talk aren't the words you want to choose, but they're the ones that escape from your throat. Watching how his face hardens, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“I don't know how it happened. It's not like… I planned it”.

“Don't beat around the bush and be clear with me”. Hank gesticulates with his forefinger, as he always does when he's losing his nerves. “That's why you have been acting distant, right? If you don't want to continue, just tell me”.

He hisses the last three words, hiding the misery in his tone of voice, leaning forward to you. And that really hurts you, to think that he believes you don't love him anymore. That he may think that his life is not compatible with yours. But that's bullshit. You would make them both fit at any cost, if you would have to.

“What? No, no, no! I'm not going to leave you, Hank. I don't want to”.

“Then, what is this about?”

You can't help but close your eyes and take a deep, deep, deep breath until you feel your lungs about to explode. Expelling the air through your nostrils, you decide to give him the bag instead of continuing screwing up the situation by using the wrong words. Frowning, he slides his hand inside it to take off the shirt of small size. Putting it between his fingers and in front of his hands, Hank raises an eyebrow without understanding what that shirt means.

“You stole it?”

“Technically… It wasn't me, but… Antonio”.

“Antonio stole a shirt and gave it to you, because he doesn't know how to return it?”

Moving your lips in silence, trying to say something, you can't believe he's really this fucking dumb. Shrugging he keeps it back inside the bag, pressing his lips.

“I will do it tomo—”.

“To be a detective, you're too stupid, Henry”. The laugh fills up the garden for a moment, starting to feel less scared than five minutes ago. “Hold the shirt again and put that brain of yours to work”.

He grunts tired of your games, doing what you just told him. Placing it stretched over the table, your boyfriend seems thoughtful rubbing his chin. Looking at you sideways, he shakes his head not getting what you want to tell him, turning towards you clapping his hands.

“I hate riddles. Spit it of a damn time, sweetheart”.

“I'm pregnant”.

Hank doesn't move a single inch of his body, as if he hadn't listened to you. His brown eyes are glued on yours. He doesn't even blink, looking at you as if he's studying your face to make sure himself that it's not a macabre joke. That you aren't kidding. That you're telling him the truth. When he kisses his lips, still remaining silence, you feel at the edge.

“Listen, I was scared of telling you. Not only because it means that people should know we are together, but because I don't know how you feel about it. But I swear for my badge, if you don't say anything in ten seconds, I'm gonna punch you in the face. And believe me, I have had a horrible day, Hank. Got too much rage accumulated in my hands”.

“I don't know what to say”. He whispers while you finish your threat.

Barely breathing, you nod, licking your incisors, putting your gaze away somewhere in the garden. It wasn't the response you wanted to hear, but it was the one you were waiting for. Being sure that he's going to end your relationship, but at least taking care of your baby, the tears fill up your eyes, reddening them again.

Cleaning a furtive one running down your left cheek, you get up from your seat about to leave the porch to come into the house, grab your things and go to your apartment. The only thing you were afraid of since you met him is now destroying you slowly. But Hank doesn't let you pass him away, gently gripping your forearm to make you take a step back and sit on his lap.

“I'm sorry…” You sob covering your face with both hands, not being able to look at him.

“Why?”

“I just… I don't wanna lose you. I've never felt happier in my… fucking life, before meeting you. I'm my best version since we're together. I lo—I love you with all my heart, I swear it…”

“Is this because of Justin?”

Your cry suddenly stops, using the sleeves of your jacket to clean your face, raising it towards him. It's been a long time since you talked about his son for the last time, keeping the mourning for himself.

“I saw you, Hank. You were devastated… Your wound is still bleeding and it's okay. It's normal, I understand it. I will never tell you to not cry for him. I didn't want you to… feel like I'm trying to cover this hole in your heart, just because the only thing I want is you to be happy. I didn't wa—”.

“Justin died, that's a fact. I miss him every day of my life. I should have been a better father for him. Maybe he would be alive now, maybe that night wouldn't have ever happened. But that doesn't mean I don't want this”. He points at the grey t-shirt, giving you some hope. “There's no one who cares more about me than you do. I've imagined my life with you thousands of times. How it would be to have a family together. Do the right thing, because it's never too late to change. And as you said so, you made me a better man too. I want it, (Y/N). I want this life with you. I want this kid. And I want you”.

You pout at him, feeling much better knowing that everything is clear. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he pushes you closer to catch your lips with his to transmit you all the happiness and the tenderness he has inside his soul, after giving him this second chance in life.

“We will talk with Crowley and Platt tomorrow, okay with that?” You nod in response. “So… Antonio knows, uh?”

“Yeah, he… found me crying in the locker room and saw your message on my phone. It was his idea”.

“He had a good one”. Hank assures while chuckling, urging to rest your head against his chest. “I will give him a biscuit tomorrow, you know, for being a smart dog”.

“He wasn't in Narcotics for anything…”

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#hank voight x reader #hank voight imagine #hank voight #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #one chicago

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larry-ben-kenobi · 2 years

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DARK HERESY TIME

Having decided to begin the xenos hunt, we began our journey out into the nebula to find the Eldar’s favorite little hideaway in the sector. Naturally, warp travel is a bumpy ride, so Reguba acquired a craving for paper, and Dariel got highly suspicious that everybody was a mutant. Getting off light, for warp travel through a small warp storm. Speaking of, while traversing the Warp we also came across the collective unconsciousness’ concept of cockroaches, or some other Strongly Real Concept, since it was acting the iceberg to our Titanic in unreal space. This caused BAD THINGS to happen across the ship, and so we all quickly rallied together to panic see if we can help. Sebrius tried to use his space-navy experience to calm and rally the crowds of people in the hallways (more like streets, voidships are big), but was too nervous to do much. Reguba had just finished eating a dictionary, and so did much better yelling about the Emperor, the unity of man, and the strength of said unity yada yada HAVE NO FEAR FOR THE EMPEROR IS WITH US. If I had any spare purity seals, I'd have been slapping them on every doorway I saw. It prevented overly mass void panic, at least.

Heading to the bridge hoping to find the Inquisitor, we instead found a bunch of panicking and fleeing techno lads, void technicians, essentially all those redshirts you see on the Star Trek bridge who don't do anything as Spock aims and fires the photon torpedos. Getting little out of them besides "bridge scary fire ahhh", we dramatically burst into the bridge room to see the unfathomable first actual Daemonic stuff all campaign. (Heresy, in our Dark Heresy? Emperor forbid)

A good pack of netherspawn was doing a chaotic swirling goop vortex in one part of the bridge room, while at the front (or, the part where the giant viewport/window/etc) five blue horrors were throwing warpfire all around like little tzeentchian arsonists. Seeing Daemons and horrible Warp Creatures understandably terrified the bridge nerds, and it stunned Sebrius. Reguba felt the best approach, since Sebrius was too shocked to move, was to charge the horde of netherspawn (pumpkin sized little gremlins, essentially. Even more impish than your imagination can think up) and distract them. This was a horrible waste of a turn and a fairly bad plan, mostly because swinging a giant hammer around can only squish so many netherspawn at once while they surround you. Dariel wisely decided to head -away- from the massive pile of clawy imps and chaos juice while shooting at them. Once Sebrius came to, he instantly realized that a massive horde of little gremlins is best remedied by explosives, and threw a frag grenade right into them, which did far more damage to them than Reguba's hammer could ever hope to. (There were enough of them being little idiots spinning around, stabbing the floor, whatever, that Reguba was actually far away enough to not be bothered by the explosion. This was like, a BIG room and a good fifth of it was the netherspawn orgy).

The blue horrors weren't afk for all this, and the five of them had split to the corners of the room to throw fire at us more annoyingly. Luckily they're awful shots with really stupid little T rex arms. Unluckily for everyone involved, when one ran into the nether pile to try to stab Reguba in the face, Reguba effortlessly smashed it- and then it melted into two little fire sprites. Sebrius threw another grenade while Walrond, our dear friend and kidnapped driver from last session (we wanted his car, and I wanted to adopt him, so we did!) showed up and almost had a heart attack seeing the incarnate forms of thought and madness.

Dariel engaged in close combat with two of the horrors on one end of the room after one grazed his face with thrown warpflame, while Reguba and Walrond dissipated the Netherspawn and brimstone horror-fire creatures by shooting them with exploding Bolter rounds and then smashing them with a giant hammer. Without the swirling mass of spawn, the blue horrors had far less advantage in numbers, and were fairly quickly dispatched by a mixture of bolters exploding them and hammers smashing the flames that came from their exploded bodies.

Having secured the bridge, we dug out one of the surviving bridge crew from underneath his charred terminal, set him to work cleaning up the fire while we went to find the Inquisitor. (luckily once you kill daemons most of their actual bodies dissipate into the nether).

Deciding that the best place to find her is the interrogation chambers where we had the surviving (and maimed) eldar, we went deeper into the ship, calming warp panicked men on our way through prayer and loud yelling. On entering the interrogation room, we found Supplicator Alethos (your friendly interrogator) in an awful state, panicking and freaking out while a maw of teeth and darkness took up half the room. On seeing this, Reguba panicked and fled, Dariel freaked similarly, and Sebrius lost his mind in a wholly different way and started towards the eldar to execute it while Alethos slammed the door shut. He took out his shotgun and aimed at the bound, gagged, and unconscious eldar. The shotgun jammed from a rolled critical failure. Reguba composed himself and immediately started slamming into the door with his hammer, and broke it down in time to see Sebrius fling the shotgun to the floor and take out his chainsword. Then the Supplicator tackled Reguba and the floor in front of the door was a tangle of Ecclesiarchy robes wrestling like a 60's movie fight scene, with Dariel trying to clamber over them to save the prisoner from the possessed Sebrius, who was being influenced by his rage against the Eldar to execute a prisoner who had valuable knowledge.

The wrestling match continued until Reguba gained control of it then tried to fling Alethos against the wall, but actually flung him into Dariel (didnt see him there, because he's a slippery little lightweight), and Sebrius cleaved the Banshee's face in half with a sword-chainsaw, spilling her blood everywhere in a mess of gore and grey matter. The Alucard-like maw laughed and began to fade, but first set all the paper in the room on fire (and ate some, because it was taunting us). We lost any intel that Alethos couldn't remember, and his memory was going to be shot from the daemonic possession. We still knew where we were going, but didn't know what we would be getting into.

#40k #dark heresy #Larry RPG #Reddus #dark heresy recap #a week late lol #im tired #just got really mentally dry last week #going to post todays session soon after this one

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superredcorp · 4 years

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RED DAUGHTER FANFIC-What if she survived?

Kara woke up in a dark room. It seemed like an old abandoned factory or something.

She blinked to wash off the dizziness and stood up. When she heard voices, she turned around and almost let out a scream.

Several men dressed completely in black stood around a chair which a young woman was seated on. Linda. Her arms were tied to the armrests - needles were poked into her wrists, with a green thick liquid, kryptonite, flowing inside of her veins.

"Look, now that they know about us, Supergirl will be a lot harder to catch. Just tell us her secret identity so we can find her easier. As a reward, you'll have to deal with much less pain."

"No. Never.", Linda replied, weak but determined. "I don't betray my sister."

"Your sister? Did she tell you that?", one of the guys laughed. "You're not her sister, you're just a cheap copy of her!"

Linda frowned and shook her head. "No. We... we're family."

The guy just laughed more and Linda seemed to grow insecure. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, but let out a sharp hiss when the movement pulled at the skin around the needles.

Kara watched wide eyed, then sped over but when she tried knocking the guys unconscious, her hands just went straight through them. Kara stared at her hands, then back at Linda, who had tears burning in her eyes.

"No, Red, hey!", she yelled but of course she didn't hear her.

"She's going to get me.", Linda said through gritted teeth and Kara nodded strongly.

"You really think that? You're even dumber than I thought. She doesn't fucking care about you.", he laughed. "No one does! Why do you think the Martian only protected Supergirl, not you? Right. Priorities."

Linda bit her lip. Kara wanted to desperately punch the guy and wrap her twin into a tight hug, telling her how wrong he was.

"She... she loves me. They all do. We're... we're family.", Linda repeated but she didn't sound as convinced as before and it broke Kara's heart. The tied up girl started shaking.

"No. They don't. That's why they won't be coming for you. They're probably happy you're gone. They're better off without you. Don't you want some revenge for that? Just tell me her secret identity. We'll get her and-"

Linda let out a scream, her heat vision activated itself in all her fear and pain.

One of the guys was thrown a couple of feet before landing on the floor, dead, when the lasers hit his chest.

"Gah, stupid bitch! Knock her out, fucking knock her out!", the apparent boss shouted over Linda's paralyzing cries. Another man took a little case, opened it and pulled out what seemed like a small hand granate. He threw it at Linda, causing it to explode with green smoke. The kryptonite bomb instantly knocked her unconscious.

As well as Kara who then woke up with a start in the DEO.

"Kara, hey, what happened?", Lena asked softly, kneeling beside her. Alex was sitting right next to her. Both were looking worried.

Kara gulped. "I... I saw Lin. Like I once saw Sam in the valley. We have to find her fast.", she said, already standing up. "They're torturing her, mentally and physically. They want to know my identity to get me too. They're saying... terrible things like us not loving her and not wanting to save her. It's... it's horrible.. And they have more kryptonite, much more."

Both stared at her, mortified.

Then Alex's expression turned to rage. "I'm gonna punch their freaking lights out.", she whispered angrily. She pulled herself together, tried to stay focused. "Did you see anything that might give us a lead where she is?"

Kara stopped pacing and attempted to remember. "There.. there was was this symbol. I think it's an old factory or something. Ar-... arme-...", she tried remembering but her memory was blurry.

Lena's head jerked in her direction. "ArmerTek."

Kara looked up. "Yes! Exactly!"

Alex instantly walked to one of the DEO agents who were sitting at the computers. "I need the location of all abandoned old ArmerTek factories."

The agent nodded, beginning to search. Kara and Lena joined them, nervous but also growing hopeful.

Soon enough, the agent pulled up a map - there were only three red dots visible.

"Those are the only ones. But that one-", he pointed at one of the dots. "-is going to be demolished and rebuilt soon."

"They probably won't risk being seen by construction workers. They won't be there. That narrows it down.", Alex said.

"Oh, actually.", he continued. "That one is a ruin. There was an explosion, leaving it a danger of collapsing. I doubt anyone's mad enough to risk going in there."

"So, it can only be that one?", Kara asked, pointing at the remaining location and as he nodded, she turned around. "Good, then I'll get her."

"Kara, no, wait!", Alex yelled, causing her to turn around again. "You can't go alone, they have kryptonite!"

"But she needs help! Fast!"

"I know! I want her safe too, she's my sister as well.", Alex replied. "Look, I know you don't like hearing it but J'onn was right. You're no use to her if they capture you too."

For a second, she looked taken aback, then she just sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Fine. But hurry."

Alex nodded.

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dukereviewsmovies · 4 years

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Duke Reviews: Captain America: The First Avenger

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We Are Continuing Our Look At The Marvel Cinematic Universe...

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Where Today We Are Looking At The First Movie With The First Avenger, Captain America...

When I Saw The Trailer For This Movie, I Had No Idea Who Captain America Was, I Had Seen The Original Movie With Matt Sallenger When I Was Younger But I Had Absolutely No Memory About It Whatsoever And After Watching The Nostalgia Critic's Review Of It, I'm Glad I Don't...

So I Went To The Comics And Bought An Omnibus Of Captain America Comics With The First Few Issues, And I Liked It To The Point I Couldn't Wait To See The Film In Theatres, However, When I Saw The Captain America Costume I Started To Not Hold Out Much Hope For The Movie As It Didn't Look Like Captain America From The Comics

And The Idea Of The Human Torch Playing Cap Instead Of Someone Who Hasn't Been A Superhero Just Added To That But Luckily, When I Saw The Film I Absolutely Loved It But Is It As Good As I Remember It?...

Let's Find Out As We Watch Captain America: The First Avenger...

The Film Starts In The Arctic, As 2 Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. Are Taken To A Ship That Has Been Uncovered By A Russian Oil Team, Lasering Their Way Into The Vessel, The 2 Agents Find The Vessel Iced Over. Discovering What Looks To Be A Red, White And Blue Shield Covered In Ice, One Of The Agents Tries To Contact Nick Fury, Saying That He Has To Know About What They Found...

But Before We Can Find Out, We Go To A Flashback In Norway In The Year 1942, As A Hydra Tank Barges Into A Church, So The Leader Of Hydra, Johann Schmidt (Played By Hugo Weaving) May Enter With Soliders To Find The Tesseract...

(Imitating Agent Smith From The Matrix) Mr. Anderson...

Searching A Tomb, Schmidt Finds Something That Looks Like The Tesseract But As Schmidt Points Out, The Tesseract Was The Jewel Of Odin's Treasure Room And It's Not Something Someone Buries...

Asking The Caretaker Where The Tesseract Is To The Point Of Threatening To Destroy The Entire City, The Man Points To A Big Wooden Wall Carving Of Yggdrasil, The Tree Of The World, Which Is Where Schmidt Finds It...

With The Caretaker Telling Schmidt That He Contol The Power Of The Tesseract And He Will Burn For It, Schmidt Kills The Caretaker Before Walking Out...

Meanwhile In New York, We Go To An Army Enlistment Center Where Steve Rogers (Played By What's Left Of Chris Evans After Playing This Character For Many Movies) Attempts To Join The Army Only To Not Get In Due To His Bad Health..

Going To A Movie Afterwards, Steve Gets Mad At A Guy Who Doesn't Care About The Newsreels And Wants The Cartoons To Roll Which Leads To A Fight Outside Between The 2 Of Them...

Saved By His Best Friend, Bucky Barnes (Played By Sebastian Stan) Who Got Himself Enlisted And Is Shipping Out Tomorrow So, That Night Him And Steve Take 2 Girls (One Being Possibly An Ancestor Of Clara Oswald) To The World Of Tomorrow Expo Where They See A Science Demonstration Done By Howard Stark (Played Here By Dominic Cooper)...

Going To An Army Recruitment Center At The Expo, Bucky Tries To Stop Steve From Enlisting Again (As He's Been Lying On His Enlistment Forms And That's Technically Illegal) But Not Willing To Sit On The Sidelines Anymore, Steve Tells Bucky That He's At Least Got To Try No Matter What The Cost...

Telling His Friend To Be Careful And To Not Do Anything Stupid, Bucky Leaves, Overhearing His Conversation With Bucky, Steve Is Confronted By Dr. Abraham Erskine, A Scientist Who Works For The SSR Who Offers Steve A Chance To Get What He Wants...

Meanwhile At Hydra HQ, Johann Schmidt Has Arnim Zola (Played By Toby Jones) Work On A Machine That Will Transfer The Power Of The Tesseract Into Weaponry For Hydra....

Activating The Machine, Arnim Zola Is Cautious When Raising The Energy For The Transference But Schmidt Is A Patient Man And Places The Machine At Full Power Which Causes A Interesting Effect But It Works...

With The Energy They Have, Zola Tells Schmidt That It Could Not Power All Of His Designs But Change The War As Well As The World...

A Few Days Later At The SSR Base Camp, Steve And A Bunch Of Other Guys Are Briefed By Agent Peggy Carter (Played By Hayley Atwell) And Colonel Phillips (Played By Agent K Himself, Tommy Lee Jones) Who Tell Them About The SSR And How They Will Be Choosing A Man To Be The First In A New Breed Of Super Solider...

Cue The Training Montage!

Well, I'll Admit Steve Isn't Mulan But He Got The Flag!

With Erskine Deciding That Steve Is The Right Man For The Job, Phillips Fights Erskine On It As He Believes That Steve Is A Loser And That A Man Named Hodge Is Better Decision As He Passed All Their Tests, But Looking For Qualities Beyond Physical For This, Phillips Decides To Throw In A Dummy Grenade Which Steve Gladly Takes For His Fellow Soldiers, Saying That He's Still Skinny, Phillips Walks Away...

With The Experiment Happening The Next Day, Erskine Pays Steve A Visit In His Bunk Where He Asks Erskine Why Him? This Leads Erskine To Tell Steve How He Was Recruited By Adolf Hitler Himself To Join The Nazis But Telling Hitler That He's Not Interested, Hitler Instead Sent Schmidt Who Shares A Passion With Hitler For The Occult And Myths...

However Unlike Hitler Who Believes It To Be Fantasy, Schmidt Believes It To Be Real And That There Is Some Great Power Left By The Gods Waiting To Be Seized By Man. Hearing About Erskine's Formula, Schmidt Could Not Resist Taking That Power For Himself, But When Schmidt Took It There Were Unfortunate Side Effects...

Saying That The Formula Amplifies Everything That Is Inside Of The Person, With Good Becoming Great And Evil Becoming Worse, He Says That That Is Why Steve Was Chosen Because A Strong Man Who Has Known Power All Of His Life Will Lose Respect For That Power Where A Weak Man Knows The Value Of Strength And Compassion...

Before Tomorrow, Erskine Has Steve Promise Him One Thing, That He Will Stay Who He Is, Not A Perfect Solider But A Good Man...

Back At Hydra HQ, Schmidt Tells Zola That His Men Have Located Erskine And Tells Zola To Give The Order To Kill Him...

Taking Steve To The SSR's Hideout, Peggy Takes Steve Into A Lab Where The Experiment Will Happen...

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Meanwhile At Hydra HQ, Schmidt Is Visited By Some Of Hitler's Generals Which Leads To Him Showing Them The Results Of His Work By Saying That Hydra Is Developing An Arsenal To Destroy Schmidt's Enemies In One Stroke Including Germany, Which Leads To Him Wiping The Generals Out With One His New Weapons...

I Guess We Can Change The Name Of The Musical To Springtime For Red Skull...

With The President Retasking The SSR To Go After Hydra, Steve Wants In But With Erskine's Death, Phillips Considers The Project A Failure As Erskine Promised Them An Army Of Super Soliders And That Just Having Steve Is Not Enough To Win The War.

However, A Senator Believes Different After Both Him And The Country See Steve In Action And Offers Steve Another Opportunity To Serve His Country...By Selling War Bonds....

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And What Can I Say About This? I Absolutely Love It! There's Only One Other Thing That Could Top It And That's If They Played This...

Doing A Performance At An Army Camp That Goes Horribly, Steve Runs Into Peggy Who Reminds Steve That Erskine Wanted Better For Him Than To Just Be A Performing Monkey, Seeing Wounded Soliders Come In From The 107th, Steve Remembers That That Is Bucky's Troop Which Leads Him To Talk With Phillips About If Bucky Survived And Phillips Makes It Look Like He Didn't...

Asking If Phillips Is Planning A Rescue Mission For The Ca, Phillips Tells Steve No As They're 30 Miles Behind Enemy Lines That Are Heavily Fortified And They'd Lose More Men Then They'd Save, But Unable To Accept That Steve Plans A Rescue Mission With The Help Of Peggy And Howard Stark, Who Takes Steve Into Enemy Lines On Board Stark's Airplane...

Parachuting Into Enemy Lines, Steve Boards A Truck That Takes Him Into Hydra Base, Once Inside, Steve Rescues The Missing Soliders Including The Howling Commandos (With Two Of Them Played By Damien Dahrk And Spider-Man's Principal?)...

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With The Soldiers Fighting Hydra And The Base Exploding Around Them, Steve And Bucky Go Up Flights Of Stairs Only To Be Confronted By Schmidt...

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Back At The SSR Camp, It's Believed That Rogers Is Dead But...Yeah, Steve Survived As Well As The Soliders From The 107th Including Bucky...

Meanwhile In Washington, Steve Is About To Get A Medal For Valor By The Senator But Of Course He's Not There...

Stan Lee Cameo!

Returning To The SSR's Headquarters In London, Steve Shows Peggy The Locations Of The Hydra Bases That He Saw On Schmidt's Map While Bucky Tells Them About The Weapons Factories However, Hydra Has Shipped The Parts To His Main HQ Which Is Not On The Map...

Phillips Tells Carter To Coordinate With MI6 (Which Makes Me Wonder If Captain America And James Bond Have Ever Teamed Up) To Look For Schmidt's Main Base, While They Send Rogers To Deal With The Other Bases...

With Phillips Putting Together A Team To Help Steve, Steve Already Has People In Mind Which Leads Him To Recruit The Howling Commandos And Bucky To Help Him...

The Next Day, Steve Goes To Meet With Howard Stark, But While He Waits, He Talks With Margaery Tyrell Which Leads To Her Kissing Steve (And Who Wouldn't Want To Kiss Her) Only For Them To Be Spotted By Peggy Despite Steve Thinking That Her And Stark Had Something Going On...

When Stark Talks With Steve, He Tells Him That There's Nothing Going On Between Him And Peggy Before He Shows Steve Some New Shields Until Steve Finds A Prototype Made Out Of Vibranium...

(Imitating Black Panther) Wakanda Forever!

Which Will Work...

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Not Happy With What Is Going On With His Bases, Red Skull Tells Zola To Finish His Mission Before Captain America Does Or Else...

Attempting To Get Zola Back To His Headquarters As Quick As Possible, Zola Ends Up Boarding A Speed Train That Unfortunately Passes By Where Cap And His Crew Happen To Be...

Using A Zip Line, Cap, Bucky And The Other Howling Commandos Board The Train Only To Be Confronted By Hydra Soliders With Major Weaponry...

Major Weaponry That's Powerful Enough To Burst Open A Wall...

After Dealing With The Soldiers, Another One Enters And Blasts Bucky Out Of The Train Only To Leave Him Hanging By A Handle, Attempting To Save His Best Friend Steve Tries To Reach For Him But Unfortunately The Rail Breaks And Bucky Just Falls To His Death...

But In Good News, They Capture Arnim Zola...

Phillips Interrogates Zola Who Doesn't Say A Damn Word Until Phillips Gives Him A Letter That Shows Him That The Red Skull Has Turned On Him And Believes Zola To Be A Liability Which Leads Zola To Spill His Guts On Red Skull's Plan...

Finding Steve In A Cafe That Him And His Friends Went To Before It Was Destroyed, Peggy Finds Steve Having A Few Drinks To Try To Dull The Pain Of Losing Bucky But Like The Flash, Due To His Powers He Can't Get Drunk...

But Peggy Tells Steve That It's Not His Fault And If He Believed And Respected Bucky Then He Should Honor His Decision. Understanding That, Steve Swears To Go To Go After Schmidt And Destroy Hydra...

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Steve, Peggy And The Howling Commandos Fight Hydra's Soliders Off, But Eventually Steve Catches Up With Red Skull Only To See Him Take Off In His Massive Plane, But When Phillips And Peggy Commandeer Red Skull's Car, They Attempt To Catch Up With It...

(Captain America) You Remember The Little Red Button?

(Phillips) You Don't Have To Tell Me Twice!

(Pushes Little Red Button)

Catching Up With Red Skull's Ship, Steve Kisses Peggy Goodbye, Before Hopping On Board...

As Steve Sees Missiles Targeted For Every City On The Planet, More Soliders Appear To Fight Steve, With Him Defeating Every Single One Of Them, Before Facing Off Against Red Skull...

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With Peggy Contacting Steve On-Board The Plane, She Tries To Direct Him To A Site To Land But There's Not Enough Time And He Has No Choice But To Force The Ship Down...

Peggy Talks With Steve For As Long As Possible Till His Ship Crashes....

We Get A Montage Of What Happened After The War Including A Scene Where Howard Stark Finds The Tesseract In The Ocean And Peggy Keeping A Picture Of Steve Before Cutting To The Future! As Steve Wakes Up Years Later In A Hospital (That Looks Like It's In The Past) By A Woman (Who Is Supposedly Sharon Carter Except Instead Of Emily Van Camp It's Amanda Righetti From The O.C.) Who Is There To Tell Steve What's Going On...

However, The Game Playing On The Radio, Is A Game Steve Went To Years Ago...

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After The Credits We Get A Sneak Peak Of The Avengers Before The Movie Ends...

And That's Captain America: The First Avenger And I Absolutely Love This Movie...

The 1940s Setting Is Fantastic, I Love The Story, I Love The Characters, I Love The Villain Despite Everyone Saying That He's Lame And Honestly I Have No Idea Why Hugo Weaving Did Not Want To Come Back For A Sequel As Red Skull Is Such A Good Character And A Great Villain In This Movie, I Love The Effects In The Movie With The Hydra Weaponry, The Costumes Are Great And It Is One Of My Favorite MCU Films And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke Saying That Next Week We're Tackling The Avengers!

#captain america #captain america the first avenger #chris evans #hayley atwell #tommy lee jones #stanley tucci #sebastian stan #neal mcdonough #dominic cooper #natalie dormer #jenna coleman #Marvel #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #hugo weaving #red skull

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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I've had a really hard day and I'm very tired. I slept okay last night. I woke up and I got dressed and had toast and tried my best to be a person. I left right away to go to the dentist. And they were really nice to me. But everything kind of went down from there.

My filling broke because I have another cavity under the filling. Which has gotten bad enough that I need another root canal. Which is going to be over $2,600. Because of course it is. So on my walk home I decided to try to get dental coverage. Sort this out before I actually have this procedure done. But then I decided I was going to call Kaiser and find out if I can just add insurance 40th now. Because apparently dental and vision or not included on the open market rules. You can get that anytime. Good enough. And lucky me it turns out I already have some dental coverage. Awesome.

Accepted only knocked off $500 of my total bill. Which still makes it extremely extremely unlikely that I will be able to afford this. So I have to ask my dad for money again. And I feel like a monster. I feel like an idiot. Like it's March. Were three months into the year and I've cost them thousands and thousands of dollars. I haven't even bought anything fun with it!

I'm very lucky that I parents I can help me but I really really hate that I have to keep asking for that help. I'm going to be 30 very soon and I just want to be able to handle all my bills and my business without having to bother other people. I hate it.

So I laid in bed and cried for an hour. I texted Tiffany and Chelsi that I would be a little. And at noon I left to go get lunch. I got pizza at 7-Eleven. Not part of my 90 days of no fast food but not the worst option. I got the bus and I headed up to the shopping center above the school. I walked around the Family Dollar and the Dollar Tree and the their store. Just to kind of look good stuff and be outside. It made me feel a little bit better.

And work was fine. The kids were nice. I told him I had really hurt and they all gave me hugs and very gentle with me. Which is always very sweet. You can actively see them trying to make me feel better. They would come over and give me like a little hug. It was really cute. I brought in the tiny Furby keychains that mom mailed me and they all really like and I'm and it was fun too play with them.

We had a pretty good art time. Talk about contrast. How very unhappy with me that I'm telling them they have to make either a black and white person or a colorful background or the opposite. A colorful person and I like my background. But I think they're understanding that I'm trying to challenge them. I know that it's going to be hard. I know that it's going to be annoying. But we're trying to get that artistic brain muscle going. And I think they appreciate it.

After work I went home. And got a shower and headed to CVS to get my prescription. I have an infection in my jaw and my head was just pounding. Like my temples feel like they were going to explode. And I get to CVS and they don't have my prescription. They say no one ever called. So I call the dentist and they claim they called so I put them on the phone with the pharmacist and they figured it out. But then it turns out even though I'd ask Kaiser when I was on the phone if they were accepted at CVS it turns out they're not. So I just started crying and Pharmacy. Because nothing else could go wrong. The pharmacist felt horrible that I was crying and they looked online and got me coupons. And thankfully The two prescriptions I needed we're not that expensive and I paid out of pocket and it was only like $20. I also got the stupid little refreshment face stick for my eyes to try to help with my pain. But I just wanted to go home.

I was in the CVS for way too long. Everything felt a little bit better but I still felt bad. I walk to James house to have dinner but then the burrito he made me was way too spicy. And I just cried more. Because I'm tired and everything is the worst.

But eventually me and James dissected the burrito and took out the spicy bits and I was able to eat. And now he's out buying some stuff at the corner store and trying to find me sour worms because he wants to make me feel better. And apparently he's got a third-place now trying to get these worms. He's a very good boyfriend. He just wants to take care of me. Even when I'm miserable and everything is the worst.

We're going to go to sleep probably soon. I kind of want to just put like on a movie or something. Or watch James play Skyrim. I just wanted to spend tomorrow morning make up some kind of are. Maybe selling the clothes I have in the pile of things that are torn. I just hope it's a nice day.

I hope everyone out there is having a better night than me. Send me some positive vibes.

#ootd #work #art #tired #in progress #tuesday #kids drawnigs #kids art #store

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gamegrumpiess · 6 years

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Sleepwalk

I was listening to Sleepwalk by Renee Olstead, and I had this idea.

Grump: Danny (from now on, most will be Danny. Unless you request someone else, which I will be happy to do!)

Btw! I'm this plot, Renee didn't write the lyrics. You did! She isn't even a singer in this universe. Just a heads up.

Y/n's POV

I can't sleep tonight. It's been a month since me and Danny broke up, but I can't help but still mourn our relationship. It was mutual, at least that's what he thinks. I would've never called it off. I was so in love with him. I still am. We told the fans, and they were pretty supportive in what we did. A lot of them were really sad, as was I. Danny is a singer just like me. I do silly songs just like him. But he encouraged me to do a cover album or a cover song. I did one album, Cover Me Up was the name. It got a lot of love, which I am very proud of.

I turn on my phone to check the time. 4:23 am. The bold numbers shine at me in front of Danny's face. I couldn't bring it to myself to change my screensaver. It's not like anyone's gonna see. I miss him a lot, every night gets harder than the last. He was my world. I've known him since senior year of high school, he was a huge part of my life. And now... That's no more. He's probably living his best life. Being Danny Sexbang and all. He probably has girls flying at his feet, throwing him their panties and offering 'the night of his life'. I understand I might be over thinking, but I can't help it. He was mine, and now he's out there doing who knows what. I let a few stray tears fall down ontou pillow. It's so lonely here at night now. I love what I do, singing, dancing, having fun. It was just so much more amazing when I had someone to share it with.

I lay my head back a stare at the ceiling. I need to distract myself, so I reach for my headphones and plug them in, looking for my Oldies playlist. I click on it and the song that comes on is Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny. Listening to the slow beat and light guitar, I cry even more. Just my luck, huh? I can't just lay here, I really should get up and something. Writing usually helps me calm down. That's when I get an idea for a song, it's a bit sad and people will know exactly who its about. But maybe that's what needs to happen. My feelings should be out there. And if something goes wrong, I'll accept the outcomes.

I pull up my pen and notebook and just start writing.

"Sleepwalk, instead of dreamin' I

Sleepwalk.

Cause' I lost you and now, what am I to do?

Can't believe that we're through.

Sleep talk. Cause' I miss you, I sleep talk.

While the memories of you wither like a soul.

Darling I was so low.

The night fills me with blame. I see your face, tears through my brain.

I know I miss you so. I still love you, drives me insane.

Sleepwalk. Every night I just sleepwalk. Please come back, and when you walk inside the door, I will sleepwalk no more."

I immediately went to my computer set up and staring out my own little version of Sleepwalk. More of like a piano and violin cover, rather than guitar and drum. Once I had it to where I wanted the beat and rhythm, I pulled up my microphone and started singing away.

Danny's POV

This morning was the worst. I couldn't sleep at all, I've been up since 3:30 am. I guess I haven't really gotten used to sleeping by myself. Without y/n's body near mine, it's hard to even get tired. I do miss her. A lot actually. I know it was my idea to call off the relationship, but I was scared of what would happen if I didn't have enough time for her. I have game grumps, starbomb, and ninja sex party. She deserves someone who has all the time in the world to give her all the attention she deserves. When we told the fans, I didn't expect them to be so sad. I even lost a handful of fans because of it. She agreed, but I knew her better. She was on the verge of tears when she left. She was trying to be strong so I wouldn't see that side of her, but I know better than that. When she left I broke down. Gripped and clawed at my hair, cried on the edge of the bed, wondering if I had made the right choice. I big-huge part of me was telling myself I didn't.

My phone buzzes, and I see its a text from Arin.

When you get here I need to show you something.

Oh what fresh hell does he have to subject my eyes to. Last time he said that, I had to watch 12 Days Of Elves... Don't ask.

I finally arrived at the Grump Space. I see everyone in their usual area. Ryan and Matt at the computers, Ross and Barry in the kitchen making coffee, and the only other people here this early is Arin and me. Everyone else usually is a little late. "Thank god you're finally here. You haven't felt your phone buzzing?" I give him a confused look. "Other than you texting me, no. You know I have notifications turned off for my social media. What's going on?" He turns on the computer in front of us. "You should hear this before anything. I promise you, it's important." I roll my eyes. "This better not be some stupid shit, Arin!" I say with a light laugh. He shook his head, and I knew from the look in his eyes that this was in fact important.

Once the computer was fully on, he went to YouTube. Looking up y/n's name, I felt my stomach turn. Did she have a new boyfriend? Was she sick? Did she die?! I understand that last one is a bit of a long shot, but I tend to over think a lot.

A video was uploaded at 7:00 am this morning? "' sleepwalk? ' isn't that an old song?" I say confused. But I'm not all that surprised. She always did love the oldies. He nods his head. "She added her own lyrics and tune to it. And I think you should hear it." I nodded and put on some earphones, pushing play on the video. Her voices comes on, and it feels so amazing to hear her voice again. Even if it is just an intro in a YouTube video.

"Hello everyone. I had this idea for a song at like 3 in the morning. I couldn't sleep, so I made this. I hope you like it..."

The video fades to black and then it shows her at her little office space she has in her room. The music starts up, and at this point I notice her eyes. They're a little red and slightly puffy. She did a good job covering it up, but I've known her since senior year. She can't hide that from me.

She sings softly yet with so much passion and emotion. The lyrics sink in, and I know why Arin wanted to hear this. Its about me. I scroll down to look at the description and comments, and they all say things along the lines of 'I fucken sad now.' 'Wow, Danny really did a number on her' 'DANNY YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS SHIT!' 'This makes me so sad because she literally couldn't sleep thinking about him... Danny get your girl back!' 'Damn that made me tear up... '

After the video ended, I look at my phone. Y/n's face still smiles at me from behind the screen. I didn't want to change it, I couldn't do it. I felt several tears hit my leg, I didn't even realize i was crying. "Hey Dan, are you okay?" Arin puts his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. "No... I'm not at all." I open up Twitter and see thousands of notifications to nsp and game grumps. All of which telling me to see what I just saw. I stood up slowly, feeling a little disappointed in myself. How could I let her walk out of my life so easily...?

Y/n's POV

After I posted the video, I decided I should really try to get some sleep. Especially since thousands of people will blow up my phone later on. Once in bed again, I tried to think of all the possibilities and outcomes of this. It could either go really well, or go really horribly bad. I guess we'll just have to see.

I wake up several hours later to my phone ringing. The sky is still a little bright to I assume it's not that late. 'Suzy <3' shines up at me. I smile, me and her always stayed quite close. "Hello?" I try to run the sleep out of my eyes. "Hey, are feeling okay? I heard your song, and I know it's about Dan. How are you, hun?"

It means a lot that she's not just calling about GET HIM BACK! She just wants to know if I'm okay. "Honestly? I feel so empty. Luckily today is just a lazy day so I don't have to adult today. But still.... I feel lost." I hear her sigh, "I know, y/n. It sucks. But you have me! And I'm way better than Danny!" She says jokingly. "Damn right you are! I'll call you a bit later when I'm more awake, okay?" We say our goodbyes and I sit up more in bed. I take a quick look at my notification bar and just as I expected, its blowin up. 'When will I stop being a pussy?' My thoughts we're interrupted by several rings of my doorbell.

Without looking through the peephole I open the door, only to see a certain curly haired man standing on my doorstep. "Danny? What are you doing here?" His eyes are glazed over and puffy as if he had just finished crying. He looked down. "I.... I heard your song. Was it... Was it about me? I'm sorry, I just need to know. I couldn't focus at all today during work. And on my way home, I just couldn't take it anymore. I have to know." My anxiety goes up a long shot. My eyes looking at everyone but him. "Y/n... I need to know." I slowly nod my head, still avoiding his eyes. "May I come in? I think we should talk.." I scoot to the side to let him in. "I'm sorry if I caused a lot of drama. I just thought... It would be better if I just made it into a song rather than.. Just telling you." I confessed. He grabbed my shoulders. "Don't be sorry, y/n. When we broke up, and you left. I broke down. I couldn't handle the fact that I just let you go.. I'm sorry."

"Then why did you do it? Why wait so fucking long to come to my house?! Why hurt me this bad, leaving me all alone when all I wanted was you! I hated knowing that YOU let me just walk out. And you looked like you... Like you didn't even give a shit..." I couldn't help it. I let all my emotions explode on him. "Why do you think I did?! Y/n, you deserve someone who has the time for you, who will give you all the attention in the world. Someone who will GIVE you the world! I want nothing more than to have you back again, but you don't deserve someone like me! I love with all my soul, hell, I'd give up everything for your dumbass! I didn't say anything till now because I thought you'd be mad, and I thought you'd moved on, hated me even!" He was standing pretty close to me by now. "Well no shit I'd be mad! You think I don't deserve you? Bullshit! You've already given me the world and more! Don't think that I don't understand about your job because I do the same fucking thing!!! I know it's hard, but I was willing to work even harder because I love you more than life itself! I deserve you just like you deserve me!" He rolled his eyes. "You're fucking gorgeous! You can have any man you want! What the hell is so special about me?" I got in his face once again, "because you are so much better than any other man I've met! We've known each other for YEARS and you think I'd just give all that up?! What kinda drugs are you on, Dan? Do you think I'm that fucken dumb? I haven't slept in weeks because it feels so horrible not having you next to me. That's some bullshit to say that I can have any man I want. I want YOU, dipshit!" I couldn't help it, I fell to my knees, shaking from trying to hold back tears. How he say that I didn't deserve him? He was my world, he still is my world. Nothing will change that.

He walks to me, and sits on the floor with me. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I lean into his chest. "I'm sorry.. I loved you more than anything. I still do. Can you please give me another chance..? Now, I won't ever think you don't deserve me. I won't think anything like that. You mean the world to me, y/n. Please don't forget that." I look up at him, seeing his eyes filled with new tears. "Well duh, how can i say no to this face?" I grab his cheeks and smush them together and laugh. "I love you too, Danny." He smiled and leaned in and gave me a much needed kiss.

#danny sexbang #game grumps #dan avidan x reader #dan x reader #dan avidan

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slashed-dreamzzz · 6 years

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First, I'd like to say that I already love this blog! Second, how do you think the slashers would react to finding out that someone is forcibly trying to drag their s/o with them? Like, they think they're lost or in danger so they drag them with them. (Stay awesome!

The short answer is, they’re fucking pissed

Jason

-Jason couldn’t help but feel immensely worried for you every time a new batch of counselors came to the camp, the unknowing lambs lining up for slaughter. He always insisted that you take refuge in his own cabin while he was on a killing spree, and under no circumstances were you to venture outside and possibly be seen by a runaway victim. The last thing you wanted was for Jason to worry for no reason about you, so you agreed to obey the one and only request he ever made of you. There was only one time when you broke this sacred rule. One unbearably hot night, Jason had left to complete his grocery list of kills, and that left you all alone in a cabin with no AC. You guiltily gazed at the lake out in the distance, the prospect of any sort of relief from the heat too tempting to resist, and decided to go for a quick dip before Jason realized you had gone. Giddily running out to Crystal Lake, you stopped when the water reached your knees, basking in the coolness long desired after the sweltering day you had been through. Suddenly there was a splashing behind you, the person gasping for air. Before you could even turn around their hand had gripped your upper arms and was dragging you out of the lake. You were grunting at this intruder, trying to rip your arms out of their grasp but they only held on tighter. “Be quiet! There’s a fucking psycho on the loose, I’m getting us outta here!” You bristled at their words. That “fucking psycho” was your significant other, and you did not appreciate such slander against your precious Jason. Struggling even harder did naught, and you were forcibly dragged out of the lake as panic flooded your mind. Gathering your breath, you screamed for Jason as you were pulled further and further away, praying he would hear your plea. You dug your feet in the ground to prevent any more movement, but the intruder only yanked you along, shouting obscenities at your refusal to cooperate. Their grip on your arm was beginning to burn, and you let out a sob at the prospect of being whisked away by this stranger who refused to listen to you. All of a sudden you saw movement in the corner of your teary vision, and then before you could process anything the stranger was ripped away from your arm, and you looked up at the visage of your behemoth, looking absolutely furious by the way he held the intruder by their neck. Jason glanced back at you to make sure you were alright, but when he saw how you were crying because of this low-life scum, that did it. Jason tossed them to the ground and lifted his machete high in the air. You noticed how the moon glinted off the sharp blade before it was plunged into the intruder’s chest. Over and over again. You turned away from the gruesome sight, still shaking from the sobs that wracked your body. When the squelching noises finally ceased, you heard Jason’s slow footsteps coming closer, and felt his arms wrap around your frame from behind and pull you into his chest, the strong scent of iron nearly making you gag. You leaned back into him, and could only mutter a soft apology as a tear ran down your cheek.

Freddy

-You were well aware of what Freddy did in his spare time when he wasn’t with you, despite never seeing it in person. As much as the idea was supposed to be despicable, you pushed any guilty thoughts back into the dark recesses of your mind. Most nights were spent with just you and him, any and all indications of the horrible deeds he’s committed forgotten as you were taken in by his snarky words and dark humor that never failed to make you laugh. Unfortunately, this false sense of contentment was never meant to last. You were preparing for bed one night, wondering if tonight you would be able to enter the dream realm after some time of having just regular dreams. Settling under your covers, you closed your eyes and smiled slightly in anticipation of seeing your charming Freddy. After what seemed like seconds later, you were delighted to have woken up in the familiar boiler room, the red glow almost as welcoming as….Where was Freddy anyway? He was nowhere to be seen, and it was odd because he was always right there, waiting for you to wake up in the dream realm. You gave a slight frown, and began to realize that something felt…off. Normally all one could hear was that of the boilers, but this time you heard the distinct sound of rapid footsteps, coupled with a labored breathing. And it was getting closer. You braced yourself for whatever would come around the corner, and was confused to find another person come barreling towards you. You stood there, trying to make sense of this unexpected encounter when they skid to a stop a couple feet in front of you, their chest heaving with exertion. “What’s…going on here?” you started slowly, carefully approaching the exhausted runner. They gasped for breath before replying. “There’s…a fucking…killer…been chasing me ever since I fell asleep…” Your blood ran cold. This was one of Freddy’s soon-to-be victims. Merely knowing that he killed was one thing. But coming face to face with a real person being hunted, seeing the terrified look in their eyes and the tremble in their voice…It made you feel indescribable amounts of regret for your apathy. The runner’s voice broke you out of your trance, and they grabbed both your upper arms. “Listen…We can get outta here together if we somehow manage to wake ourselves up before…He gets us.” They held out their hand for you to take, a hopeful look replacing the hunted one they wore not moments before, a beacon of light beginning to shine in their eyes. Swallowing, you slowly reached out your own hand, but before you could take it a pair of claws exploded out from their chest, their mouth open in a silent scream. You pulled away and let out a shout of anguish as blood spurted onto you and the floor. Their body slumped forward to reveal your Freddy, cackling madly as he tossed their body to the side like a doll. “Thanks for distracting him, dollface. I might have even let him go, but that fucker was going to try and take you away, wasn’t he?” Freddy came and lifted his ungloved hand to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray spot of blood. “I can’t ever allow something like that to happen to you.” He murmured lowly. You felt your throat constrict, but leaned into his touch as he continued to coo sweet nothings, unaware of the storm roiling inside your soul.

Michael

-Living in the Myers house wasn’t the most pleasant experience in the world. After years of abandonment, everything was cracked, chipped, pealing, and faded to a shell of its former cozy and home-like self. The dirty windows were incredibly drafty in the winter, what was left of the curtains were moth-bitten scraps, and the rotten floorboards were just a hair away from crumbling under one’s feet if they didn’t tread carefully enough.Yet despite all of this, Michael still insisted on keeping residence in his former home. Time and time again you tried in vain to convince him to leave, but in the end you realized that this was probably the best option for Michael to hide out from prying police. So because of this, you spent time more often than not in the decrepit house, slowly working to transform it into something more habitable for your Michael. Ah, the things you do for love. One day you had been scrubbing down the kitchen floor, trying your best to get rid of those long lasting stains. You weren’t sure where Michael had decided to run off to, but you figured he was close enough since he didn’t tend to wander very far anyway. Dumping a sponge back into the bucket full of soapy water, you wrung it out slightly and began your efforts to clean once again, your knuckles coated in suds. A piece of hair fell in front of your eyes, and you gave a huff, trying to blow it out of the way. After a couple more minutes of futile scrubbing (damn these stupid checkered tiles), you heard the front door open and close carefully. Oh, Michael was home. You could have him try and help clean for once. Knees creaking, you slowly got up and winced, having been kneeling on the hard ground for too long. You wiped your hands on your pants, not caring since you looked like crap anyway from cleaning for more than a few hours now. “Michael, wanna come in here and-” you started to say, but stopped when you saw a random person instead. You froze, the rest of your sentence lost on the tip of your tongue. The intruder seemed just as surprised as you were, stopping dead in their tracks. ‘Wow, I honestly didn’t think anyone would be in here of all places…” The stranger muttered, looking up and down your form. You clenched your fists, angry that some rando had the gall to intrude upon yours and Michael’s space without a second thought. Sure it looked abandoned on the outside, but weren’t people not supposed to enter anyway? At least you had Michael’s permission to come and go as you pleased. This person, however, did most certainly not. “You need to leave. Now.” That was all you could manage to spit out without completely losing your cool, your words clipped and rough. The stranger just looked at you funny, and then widened their eyes. “Don’t tell me….You’re being held hostage by Michael fucking Myers?! Look, don’t worry, I’m gonna get you outta here and then we’re calling the police.” Your blood froze. No, calling the police would be a very bad, bad idea. Before you could react, the person had grabbed your wrist and was pulling you towards the front door, completely oblivious to your growls of protest. “Leave me the fuck alone, I’m not a damn hostage-!” The guy just ignored you, looking at you with a pitying expression instead. Unable to wrench free, you did the only thing you could. You screamed for Michael at the top of your lungs. By this time you and the stranger were outside on the porch, headed towards the street. Stumbling down the porch steps, you were just about to give up all hope when, all of a sudden, Michael stepped out from a neighboring hedge and blocked the pathway to the road. The intruder stopped dead in his tracks while you gave an audible sigh of relief. Michael looked between you and the intruder, and paused when he saw the visible anguish twisting your features. How dare this filth touch you, and by the looks of it, steal his precious other half away from him? His grip on the knife tightened, and he took only a few long strides to grab onto the stranger and roughly yank him off you, tossing him against the house in a loud thud. You stumbled back, rubbing your wrist gently as you watched Michael approach the trembling stranger, raising his knife above his head before bringing it down into his head. Blood began to drip in copious amounts down his face, and he slumped back against the house, well and truly dead. You ran to Michael’s side and hugged him fiercely, never having remembered a time when you were more grateful for any other person. Michael was still, but raised a bloody hand and stroked your hair softly, glaring down at the dead body and vowing the same fate on any others foolish enough to invade his terf again.

Leatherface

-Despite what most people complained about, you were enraptured with the bare Texan landscape that had become your new home. No one for miles, acres of land as far as the eyes could see, and the big blue sky overseeing it all like a picturesque postcard. Not to mention the beautiful nighttime scenery with a multitude of stars visible, minuscule jewels lining the velvet of night. You always pleaded for Bubba to go on long walks with you to take in the scenery, and also because you loved spending as much as you could with your chubby butcher. Bubba was happy to make you happy, so he usually agreed to your request to take a walk around the Sawyer property. Your favorite time of day to do so was just as the sun was setting, the colors bleeding into one another to create a watercolor of warm hues surrounding the red sun. It was a sight you never wanted to miss. Unfortunately, when you asked Bubba to accompany you, he gave a sad grunt, shaking his head and motioning towards the basement. Ah, he probably had some last minute meat to cut and package. You gave him a sweet smile as he hung his head as an apology, putting a hand on his chest. “Aw, don’t worry about it honey. I won’t be too long, okay?” You pecked him where his lips would be, and giving a little wave headed out the door in the late summer haze. You took a deep breath, and exhaled. Fresh air was always welcome after spending almost all day in the Sawyer house that, no matter how much you cleaned, held a slight stench of rust. The fields stretched for miles, seemingly going on forever and only ending at the sunset. Walking down the porch steps, you began your atmospheric trek. Eventually, you found yourself quite near the road, having wandered a bit farther than usual. A car was passing by, its headlights nearly blinding you, and to your surprise it came to a slow stop, the man leaning out the window and asking if you were lost. You smiled and replied in the negative, saying that it was late and you should be getting home soon anyway. The man, however, insisted that he show you back and get you there safe before darkness completely enveloped the sky. Your stomach began to twist into knots, knowing the fate that awaited the man should be go back with you. Backing away quickly, you shouted an apology and began walking swiftly towards the way you came, back to the house. You managed to return before nighttime, panting and sweating just a bit from the heat. There didn’t seem to be anyone else home, so instead of looking for them you headed to the bathroom to wash up and scrub the dust and sweat from your face. Not too long later, you distinctly heard the scream of a man come from outside the house. You flinched. That must be Bubba doing his job. A shout of anger, the sounds of scuffling before a chainsaw revving caught your attention, and the front door burst open.You jumped, only to recognize the face of the man who had stopped for you not an hour ago. He must have remembered you as well, because he grabbed your hand, panting that he’d get the two of you out of here. “Did he kidnap you too? I was stopped by this hitchhiker, and the rest just went to shit...” You gently tried to pry him off you, tugging away from the door and warning him to let go. He didn’t act like he heard you, and kept going to and out the front door. Bubba was waiting with his chainsaw raised, but when he saw you in the grasp of this man, he went berserk. The guy slammed the door shut and raced towards the back of the house with you in tow. The sound of a door splintering was heard behind you, and Bubba’s howls of anger rang in your ears. Your heart broke, and with a final, harsh yank. you ripped away from the man and ran back towards Bubba. Getting behind Bubba, you fearfully watched as the guy came back to retrieve you, and before he could utter another words Bubba ran his chainsaw right through his abdomen, lifting it up and up to split him from the waist in half. Blood drenched the floor and rug, and the body parts fell with a disgusting splotch. Bubba’s chest was heaving, saw dripping crimson tears onto his shoes. You backed away and slid down a wall, body trembling uncontrollably as sobs came unbidden. Bubba dropped his saw and kneeled down to comfort your shaking form, muttering incoherent words meant to ease your shock and hugging you tightly against his large chest. You gripped onto his dirty shirt and let out a choked sob, wanting nothing more than to go back to the peaceful Texan landscape, and wander forever to forget the twisted reality you refused to acknowledge.

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