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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Child's Play [5]

Part 4 here

YandereBully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Bullying, Degradation, Forced Intimacy, Forced kissing, Threating, Forced into a room, Ooc Miguel,

A/N: I'm not rlly proud of this chapter but enjoy

Previously

"See? Isn't that easy? I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. Well, see you soon Y/N" With that he ruffled your hair, and then he placed your notebook by your side and left you sitting there.

Dreading on what's to come.

You're in your room stressing over the lessons you reread time and time again.

"Well, uh- how bout this mate, I try to question you, and you'll answer with what you know, yea?" Steven suggested while he helped you review, You had declined at first but, He had just finished reviewing his own lesson stating that "I got it all in a ma head luv, don't you worry". You relented, feeling nothing but gratitude for his help.

Time passed, and you were feeling confident with what you learned, thanks to Steven. You and Steven decided to take food from outside. You volunteered to take the order but as soon you pick up the phone, you see a newly sent message from none other than Miguel.

You were about to ignore it but remembered the last time you did during high school, Miguel saw you in the hallway and took your phone from your grasp and smashed it on the floor.

Thus, a new phone and a new number.

You shivered from the memory, remembering how his gaze seemed darker, angrier than usual.

Steven saw your distracted gaze

"Mate,you know what? It's really been a day for you, I'll take the order and you rest up your tired brain. " Steven suggested with a smile, and you nodded, taking this chance to see whatever Miguel sent.

As Steven names his and your order on his phone, you, on the other hand, try to come up with a reply to type.

Miguel:

7:00pm, a day after exams, don't forget

You keep staring at it for a few seconds and decided to just send a like emoji but before you could, another message appeared.

Miguel:

Before I forget, don't bring that pathetic excuse of a friend you got and wear smth cute.

You wish you could kill yourself at that moment, You did plan to ask Steven if he can go to you to the party hoping to have a companion you could trust. But of course somebody has to ruin everything.

You decided to just sent a like emoji as a reply but as soon as you sent it, he sends another message.

Miguel:

Bitch, reply properly.

You sighed.

You:

yea yea i got it Miguel.

Miguel seemed to be satisfied since he didn't reply back anymore.

You focus again on eating till Steven breaks the silence.

"So uh- so after exams, there's p-prom right?" Steven asked

You looked at him questionably until you nodded.

"So uh-yea right...Yea about prom...would...Would you like to go with me?" Steven's voice faltered the more he speaked but you didn't care for that.

Maybe there is hope in this world, with Steven asking you to prom maybe there is hope...

You didn't realize how long you been staring at Steven with shock since he started stammering.

"We-well you don't have to agree of course! I just thought-well I just thought that m-maybe yo-"

"YES!" You happily exclaimed

"R-Really?! Ar-are you sure? I don't wanna force you mate" Steven stared at you with disbelief and you chuckled at his reaction.

"It's all good, Steven. I would gladly go with you at prom." You gently reassured him, and he couldn't feel anything but happiness.

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Taking the test was easier than you thought. Thanks to your and Steven's study session, you were confident about your awnsers. And remembering last night prom request of Steven, you can't help but smile a little.

You don't even care about the glances Miguel sends your way until you are putting things in your locker, and all of a sudden, a hand slammed it closed.

"Miguel," you groaned, your happy mood ruined. "What is it now? If it's about the party then don't worry I won't bring anyone and won't be late." You fought to roll your eyes.

"Glad you remember that, but that isn't what I wanna point out."

"Wha-"

"You keep grinning like some idiot, beautiful but just gross. You finally fucked Steven's small dick?"

You sighed not really in the mood to deal with him especially since he ruined it.

You decided to walk away and look for Steven so you can both head to the cafeteria.

Miguel was about to stop you till a girl came in, wrapped an arm around his, and started talking as if they knew each other for years, when really he just met her couple weeks ago wanting someone to sleep with someone it seemed that escalated for her.

He watches you walk away to the direction of the history class down the hall, and once he couldn't see you anymore from the sea of people, he turned his attention to the girl.

She was talking about something in her class, the professor, he guessed.

Miguel couldn't care less what she wanted to talk about. Right now, he's frustrated with your attitude he just decided to take it out on the girl front of him.

"You know what, how bout you visit me later at my house, have some bonding time yea?" He flashed a smirk and changed his tone suggestively, something that works everytime.

And work it did.

The girl seemed nothing but happy to accept, and with that, he has another to warm his bed, which sadly isn't you.

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A day has passed, and soon you have to go out and get a taxi to Miguel's house.

You were dreading all day long about the party, and when Steven asked if you were alright and simply nodded.

You really don't want to drag him in this mess.

You dressed casually and put your phone, keys and other necessities in your purse. You check the time and it was six-twenty five o'clock, perfect just enough time to go to his house and hopefully not get beaten up for.

Miguel seemed to know that, too, since you went outside and noticed his car was parked in front of you, shining against the setting sun.

Oh please...Not this again, not another car ride...

Miguel rolled down his windows.

"Finally, you were taking forever, thought I had to go up there myself and drag you out. Hurry up and get in."

You sighed, and you thought you might as well get over it.

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Car ride was silent as usual and silent even when you arrived.

As Miguel enters his own house, you are greeted with music blasting from speakers and people drinking god knows what in plastic cups.

As people greeted Miguel, he greeted back, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he led you deeper into his house, and you couldn't help but feel unease settling you. You really wished you had Steven with you right now.

"Miguel, who is she?" You both stop in your tracks and turn around to see the girl who Miguel hangs out with a lot, probably slept with already.

"None your business." Miguel said monotonously.

"Miguel, are you being serious right now? We have only been dating for a week, and you're already chea-" The girl started stating angrily and your starting to sweat from the tension between you two, thank god that you three are a bit farway now from the crowd, hoping they wouldn't hear what's happening.

"Dating? tch, that's on you and your delusional head. Now go away. We're busy." Miguel stated, not waiting for her reply as he led you away even further from the crowd and front of a door to what seemed like a storage area for cleaning supplies.

"Miguel wh-"

"Now, before you say anything hermosa, I'm gonna go straight to the point." Miguel held you firmly by the shoulders.

"I like you, love you even." Miguel said with adoration in his voice and admiration in his eyes.

But you froze

Your head empty one second and filled with questions the next.

What?

Just what??

Is this another of his pranks and his jokes?

Maybe it is

And you didn't notice you were chuckling till he pointed it out.

"What's so funny, hermosa?" Miguel asked with confusion clearly written on his face.

And you stopped laughing.

"Wa-wait....Your serious?" You asked him while looking around for any hidden cameras or anyone secretly filming you the two of you, maybe it still a prank?

Miguel went quiet for a bit, looking at you for awhile and then chuckled letting go of your shoulders.

"I get it, I get it. It is hard to believe that, huh? But trust me on this, what I just said, I meant it Y/N." Miguel said seriously, and you're surprised he called you by your name this time.

"Um...Miguel I-"

"You know, this party? wasn't supposed to be held at first, but I've known you since high school, and since you don't want to be alone with me I decided to host this stupid ass party, but then, If I try doing it at school that puny ass Steven Grant of a guy comes in and destroys everything" He said, and you notice he grows more frustrated the more he talks.

"Miguel, listen, I-" You tried to stop him, but he interrupted you

"Shut up" Miguel snarled at you and you can't help but obey, fearing his temper would combust at any minute.

"Just...Shut. Up...That day in the cafe? Was probably the only time I could have fixed everything, even explained to you why I treated you in that way, but you just had to open you mouth and nothing but attitude comes out of it."

You're scared.

His words are too much and you can't handle everything, one second his bullying and now he confessed to you.

"I tried inviting you to prom with me to atleast make up for everything, I did but you're stocked up attitude doesn't help one bit Y/N. But you know what? I still found myself liking you given our history together, But you also know what your ass decided to do? act like a child."

One of his hand come up and suddenly grabbed your forearm tightly and you panic, is he gonna beat you to death? Did he finally snap? You tried pushing his arm off but his hold is too firm.

While he grabbed your arm, the other hand opened the door to the storage area and before you could scream for help he pushed you inside.

He immedietly closed the door and you heard the lock clicked.

"You wanna act like a child? Then I'll treat you like one."

"MIGUEL, LET ME OUT PLEASE." You started to bang on the door.

"You wanna go out?" Miguel taunted from the other side. "On one condition."

You stopped banging for a while, your breath coming in and out fast, and your body feels cold from the temperture.

"Say "I love you Miguel""

"What-"

"Not gonna say it? Alright, enjoy being locked there." Then you heard his footsteps gradually fade away.

"NO NO MIGUEL PLEASE." You panic once again banging on the door and pleading him but it was fruitless due to the banging music.

You tried looking for your purse but you notice it gone...Miguel must have took it when you got pushed into the room.

You started hypervalating, tears streaming down, and you tried banging on the door again hoping anyone just anyone to come and save you from the musty and cold enviroment of the storage area.

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You didn't notice you fell asleep, until you hear heavy footsteps approaching.

Your tired body groggily sat up and the door opened to reveal Miguel.

You don't hear any loud music anymore, was the party over? how long did you sleep?

"Hello there mi amor, ready to say it?" Miguel greeted you gently, his tone foreign to you.

Miguel didn't mind your silence and crouched down to your kneeling form and held your face in his large palm. Then you remember the condition.

"Come on mi sol...Say it" He asked gently.

"I....I love you....Miguel" You stuttered out weakly, your body still cold and tired.

"There, and now give me a kiss"

Your too tired to fight back so you but still hesitsted, in the end you decided to peck his cheek.

But that wasn't enough for Miguel.

Since he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you on your lips with vigor.

Your eyes widened and you tried pushing him away but all he did was deepen the kiss even further and moaned into it.

Finally he let go with a satisfied smile.

"Mm...Always wanted to do that, felt like a dream come true hm Y/N?"

He stared into your tired state and into your tear glossed eyes.

"Seems like you deserve to rest properly"

With that he carried you bridal style to what seemed like his bedroom, took your shoes off and layed you down.

Your body couldn't resist the soft mattress and finally your eyes drifted to sleep.

"Goodnight mi vida." He said as he kissed your forehead.

Oh how much you wished you brought Steven with you...

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mcflymemes · 6 months

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PROMPTS FROM BETTER CALL SAUL * assorted dialogue from season 1 of the show, adjust as necessary

oh, to be nineteen again!

me, personally, if i were held accountable for some of the stupid decisions i made when i was nineteen...

i bet if we were in church right now, i'd get a big "amen!"

they did a dumb thing. we're not denying that.

nobody got hurt. not a soul. very important to keep that in mind.

so... trespassing? that's a bit of a reach, don't you think?

call me crazy, but i don't think they deserve to have their bright futures ruined by a momentary, minute, never-to-be-repeated lapse in judgement.

you're bigger than that.

thank you for restoring my faith in the judicial system.

son of a bitch. fine.

what did you do to my brother?

why don't you look where you're going?

listen! it was an accident!

somebody call the cops!

how are you gonna fix this? what are you gonna do to make things right?

you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and i won't have it!

do you want me to call security?

isn't that what you wanted?

you know i'm gonna beat this.

you proceed from false principles. your argument is built on quicksand, therefore it collapses.

i might as well head down to skid row and sell plasma!

money is not "beside the point," money is the point!

hand to god, i wasn't gonna say this, but you are broke.

this is what has you all worked up?

i'm the rising tide that raises all dinghies.

it could happen to anyone.

wow. you got a mouth on you.

you know what i smell. i smell lies.

i'm undercover, okay? you got me.

you already beat the living hell out of them.

i'm gonna break their arms. and i'm gonna break their legs.

i'm the best lawyer ever.

it takes ten minutes to walk down here!

you're like a troll under a bridge.

hey, you asked for me, and i have come.

what they were telling me... it's problematic.

you want to tell me your thoughts and weigh in?

you miserable piece of shit. you set me up.

you think you're funny?

i was never in the house.

you didn't... oh god, you didn't. you didn't do the sex-robot voice, did you?

that's why people hate lawyers.

how come you let me off the hook back there?

i'm going back to work. why don't you quit while you're ahead and go on your way?

finally, someone believes me!

it's human nature to want to stay close to home.

please, just don't tell anyone about the money.

you expect me to believe that shit?

i'd cut the cute attitude right about now if i were you.

you ratted on me. there will be consequences.

you know how much trouble you caused me?

i get that... but this? you're better than this.

i refuse to consider myself a victim.

are you ready for that?

i may have seen one of these before.

it's a little... sexual, maybe?

you're completely disgusting, you know that?

oh, here's your coffee. hope it's good to the last drop.

i'm asking you to take a few ounces of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him.

i'm very sorry to hear it.

anything else you wanna ask?

what exactly did you tell them?

how could you possibly think that?

why didn't you ask me? why didn't you come to me?

a deal? i hate that terminology.

you're telling us there are drug dealers and murderers walking the streets, but instead of going after them, they want to put an innocent man in jail.

you broke into a nursing home?

what number exactly did you have in mind?

so... what are you packing?

how do you not pack a gun?

what are you talking about?

the lesson is... if you're gonna be a criminal, do your homework.

i thought you were proud of me.

just save your breath, okay? you're gonna be fine.

this was the greatest week of my life.

i know what stopped me. and you know what? it's never stopping me again.

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bigcowboydyke · 9 months

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about your disability pride month post: is there anything important/significant you think people should take notes on when writing a character with an upper arm prosthetic? (like starting from the elbow if i phrased correctly)?

Yeah! I think the biggest is that you ought to consider first, esp if its an OC, your reasoning for making the character disabled- you wanna make sure you're not fetishizing or exploiting their disability to prop up abled characters. I've got a list of questions for authors to ask themselves along those lines that I can post or dm

Secondly, you have to consider what level of realism you wanna go with. If you have a character where, in universe, the prosthesis functions in exactly the way an arm does, you could just go with that if you want - it's the path of least resistance, right? BUT you ought to consider that most prostheses in media exist in that way AT THE EXPENSE of good representation of disability. Erasing disability or "curing" it with magical prostheses IS a form of ableism that is so pervasive it just goes unnoticed by most. I believe personally that disabled bodies are worth portraying well even when the creators of the source material did not do that. SO if you want to go with real well thought our representation, here are some common things I think authors and artists often miss (specifically as it pertains to upper limb prostheses):

1) I already said this, but seriously, I cannot emphasize enough that upper limb prosthetics ain't cheap and are usually uncomfortable. Your character, if they are poor, or even like middle class, won't have access to multiple high tech popular mechanics cover story type robo arms. Even if they did ...

2) Not all limb different folks use prosthetics! I personally have used multiple and I disliked them. I tried very hard to learn, but there are multiple requirements to be able to use each model and sometimes, a lot of times actually, limb different people - especially people without a hand or an arm function Better without prosthetics. Be aware in your art that limb different people are Whole. How you ask can somebody without an arm, say, do all that stuff?

3) Consider the idea of adaptation in your writing and art instead of relying only on magicking disability away with prosthetics. Disabled People live in a world full of barriers and tend to be Very creative about navigating it, adapting to our environment through just being a little clever about how we do things is the biggest way i see other people with upper limb differences interact with the world. There are three main ways that we go about this without prosthetics: Using adaptive equipment, Finding an alternate method, or as a last resort, asking for help.

Example 1: I have like 1.5 arms ok so obviously only 1 hand, and I need to clip my fingernails every once in a while. The obvious solution to me, while it may seem gross, is just to bite them off. Bad habit, but efficient. I could use those horrible little nail clippers, with my remaining stump and a little finagling but it takes forever. I could also get some adaptive nail clippers - they make great big handled ones for ppl that can't grab the little ones. Or, I could ask my partner to trim them, but I'm usually too proud to do that. Let disabled people have their flaws too lol!

Example 2: I love to rock climb. This is where adaptive equipment comes in. I could slip off a rock climbing wall pretty easily right? So bouldering (rock climbing without harnesses) is totally inaccessible to me. But if I go to a gym that has harnesses, then that's fine - they catch me if I fall and that's adaptive for me.

Adaptive equipment comes in many shapes and sizes and can be regular items repurposed.

3. If after all that you Must create art or write about an OC or preexisting character that uses upper limb prosthetics, consider that in general, limb different people's prosthetics are not equivalent to having two arms. Prosthetics are only practical for limb different people if they enhance your life or are useful in some way, however, getting one high tech enough to do that is unlikely because they are expensive. There are different groups, clinics, and charities that make lower cost options but they tend to be much lower tech than is depicted (and often are clunky). My first prosthetic was a long flat piece of metal, similar to a doctors tongue depressor, attached to a plaster cuff velcroed around my stump. The idea was that since I had a little bit of stump poking out, I could pin objects against the metal and it would work like a crab's pincers. It was okay, but I did accidentally smack many. Many. Things with it, including my own face and since it was metal, that was unpleasant. Obviously hindered more than helped. Also it did not look even remotely like a hand.

4. Which prosthetics you can get generally depend on what you got on you. Literally. Bodily. With upper limb prostheses, If you don't have an elbow or wrist, your options are almost exclusively limited to the pricier electric options that are both super futuristic, unavailable to many, and also like new car priced. Many of the manual, non-electric models depend on the ability to flex a wrist or elbow, so if you have those things are a little more accessible overall. It also matters whether you are born limb different like me, or if you are an amputee. Amputees are more likely to be candidates for prostheses than people like me because they have all those preexisting muscles and nerves for prosthetics that are higher tech and require surgical attachment Also prosthetics might be an easier learning curve, and more useful for somebody who has been abled bodied than it would be for somebody who never had that limb in the first place.

5. This is a little thing and ... Not to get too medical with it ( and neither should yall) but limb different people often have physical changes associated with lack of or loss of limb. If you do not have a limb, you are not going to be developing the muscles that are surrounding it in the way an a nondisabled person would. Again for example I have 1.5ish arms which means I've got plenty of stump on my "affected" limb. Even when I did Varsity sports and everything, I was never able to get beefy on that side. It is a pet peeve of mine that many people do not seem to get this - Most art I see of vash the stampede has him with two super beefy shoulders and like yeah i get it that's hot, but if hes got roughly the same amount of stump as me, he probably shouldn'tlook like that. Another thing in this vein is chronic pain is associated with limb loss and limb difference- I have it and its reasonable that any prosthetic user or nonprosthetic using limb different person is more likely to have it. Again these are little things but if you're looking to do good representation you need to consider that limb difference is not just a cool little stylistic choice to make a character look tough or what have you - limb loss and limb difference mean that that character will not only think differently than abled bodied people, but move differently, pose differently, have different routines and preferences than are ever represented in most media. Disability is not a style, and it's not a diagnosis, it's an identity. It's important above all to be respectful of that by letting go of centering able-bodied expectations and aesthetic in your art and writing. Hard to do but i believe in y'all!

Hope that helps! I've also got a bunch of links to go along with these points, if you want them lmk! I'm always happy to take asks about this stuff!

Tl;dr please consider making characters that don't use prosthetics, or don't use them excessively because it's more realistic, better representation, and makes me, a disabled dyke on the internet, really happy.

Lastly if y'all liked my advice and appreciate my time you are always welcome to tip me for it - my c*sh*pp is $neptunedrive

#cripple your art #disabled characters #vash the stampede #trigun #character design #disability justice

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scuderiadream · 7 months

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invisible string

reader x charles leclerc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary : the expression "invisible string" alludes to a traditional chinese tale about a crimson thread of destiny binding two people together, this recounts the beginning of reader and charles' love affair, which saw them go from being complete strangers to falling in love and discovering that they were connected by an invisible string

⊹ ࣪ ˖ faceclaim : gracie abrams

⊹ ࣪ ˖ author note : this might be kinda? long idk? but yea please enjoy!! sorry if this is just flopping and ou if u have any reqs dont be shy and request! bcos i'm kinda running out of idea here ahah 🥹

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y/n and charles love story begin back then during the 2022 monaco grand prix, they were a complete stranger until one day y/n's father decided to held a very fancy gala in monaco just before the race day. charles leclerc was one of the many millionaires and celebrities her father invited to his gala. charles politely accepted the invitation, and when he showed up at the gala, he was astounded by y/n's appearance in general. naturally, one thing led to another, and they eventually went on dates and invited y/n to his races, which resulted in their most romantic relationship ever.

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after their romantic stroll around the city of monaco, y/n and charles enjoyed each other's company as they talk about their childhood or thier past life.

y/n pov :

i can feel his warmth body wrapping around mine as i linked my arm around his, walking through the city of monaco. i confessed to him about my childhood and how awesome it was. i told him that i remembered i was sitting on a grass, reading a book at the centennial park i used to think i would meet somebody there and how stupid it sounds.

he made an eye smile as his face lit up like a clueless little kid. "what's wrong? you're smiling like crazy" i said while i tilt my head a little to the side in confusion. as it turns out, he confessed to me that he was there too while on his vacation with his family, he was wearing a teal shirt when.

somehow we ended up laughing and giggling like a crazy person. its amazing how our stories just simply connect, were there clues i didn't see? as if all along there's some invisible string tying him to me?

charles pov :

after a few hours had passed, we continued to talk about our own experiences and how they always connected. i chuckle at how ridiculously foolish it sounds, but i feel like we were meant to be. it's funny how we went from being complete strangers to developing this devoted bond that i never imagined we would, she's what i've always been wanting for.

she sees me for who i am, as if i'm perfect. she opened the door to my heart that i couldn't open for a long time as i feel proud to call her as mine, my girl, mon amour.

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wannabdoll · 1 month

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Reasons I want to be thin !! -`♡´-

1. CLOTHES!! Everything would look so much better, plus I want to try out different aesthetics and see what I like the most

2. Taking up less space. Everytime i sit down I feel huge...

3. Jewelry! A necklace would look so good if you could see my collarbones, rings on my slim hand, a bracelet that is too big because my wrist is so small^_^

4. Confidence. I would be more outgoing if I wasn't so insecure :(

5. Dancing. When I reach my ugw I'm definitely going to become a dancer, aiming for more elegance than a hip hop vibe

6. Not sweating so much. I also love the feeling of being cold and I would be more often!

7.A boyfriend. I just don't feel confident in myself enough to have a boyfriend... I don't wanna bring somebody down with my own insecurities

8. THE COMPLIMENTS!! I want to hear that my family is proud of my weight loss, want to see my friends notice the work I put into losing weight

9. Eating with friends/ in public without feeling horrible about myself and the way I look.

10. Looking in the mirror and not being ashamed of what I see. Stepping on the scale and feeling proud instead of feeling regret. It would be the best feeling ever!

Writing this so I remember that if I put in the work, this list will be reality☆

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talesfrommedinastation · 8 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': The Outpost

As per many people's requests, I've collected a series of texts and Facebook messages from Doug when he watched certain episodes of everyone's favorite Copy Paste Boi show.

Some he was quite pithy on ('Ryan-from-Accounting goes fast but not fast enough to get away from the Bitch Wife Laura'), and others...well, he got excitable, to put it mildly.

Here's one of the more deranged ones, Season 2, Episode 12, 'The Outpost'. Or as Doug calls it: "The Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special."

CW for Language like you wouldn't believe. Doug says "you'll need a permission slip from your momma to read this, I guess."

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Daddy Warcrimes is waiting by the Empire's equivalent of a windowless van, because comfort is just not his thing and he really wants the experience of smuggling cocaine across the border one of these days.

Some bitch who looks like she works at a bank is telling these clones that their extended warranty is up. I wanna bring her a bag of pennies and make her count it before I deposit it because I'm sick like that.

So here comes in SOME BLOND JACKASS. Mother of Hell do I hate this guy. Can I just tell you how much I hate him? I hate him like I hate the Crimson Tide, like I hate February, like I hate my mother-in-law. Hate hate hate.

So Daddy Warcrimes, SOME BLOND JACKASS, and some homies get into Floating Probable Cause to lay waste to an unsuspecting Third World country or whatever.

Well, I was wrong! Looks like Elsa and her frozen fingers took over this dump. Disney owns both, so why not. The cold never bothered them anyway. Nope, they’re at somebody’s nasty old storage shed. Why does this remind me of visiting my sister in Wyoming?

Oh, who is this no-frills, salt-of-the-earth, son-of-a-bitch? Is that tanned Kurt Russell? No? It’s Sassy Park Ranger! I like him already. If he was my boss I’d actually show up to work on time and sober, or late and hung over, either way, it’d be a good time with the man. He just seems cool and chill and a nice dude. I bet he’s got homemade beef jerky in his locker and his beard always smells like cigar smoke.

OH SHUT UP STUPID BLOND JACKASS, Jesus Christ I’ve never wanted to hit someone with a folding chair so hard in my life. CALL HIM COMMANDER.

Aw, Sassy Park Ranger’s being nice to Daddy Warcrimes, maybe Daddy Warcrimes will share the Columbian nose candy in the back of the van with Sassy Park Ranger, and Sassy Park Ranger won’t ask about the sobbing family Daddy Warcrimes is probably holding for ransom in the back. It’s all about understanding each other.

This is truly the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas special, snow and friendship and stuff. I hope this doesn’t end up with Daddy Warcrimes 86’ing Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer from the sky, that would traumatize the children. But this is the same studio that produced Bambi so who knows. Didn't he try killing a kid the first episode?

Oh man, Sassy Park Ranger’s lost a lot of his men, that’s real sad. Only two left, Jesus. SHUT UP BLOND JACKASS SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

(I won’t repeat it, but the amount of times that SHUT UP was texted was….something else- Dr. MM)

Sassy Park Ranger’s taking Daddy Warcrimes on a hike around the place in the middle of a blizzard, probably going to say hi to the yeti hooker they all frequent and show him how to write his name in the snow with pee. He’s such a good guy. If they go sledding I’d be so happy.

Oh, shit! Daddy Warcrimes remembers that he has a job and proceeds to cop some poor bastard in the leg so he can follow the trail of blood in the snow. What in the Fargo am I watching here, does Steve Buschemi show up at one point now. No sledding in this one, I guess.

Well there goes Sassy Park Ranger and Daddy Warcrimes on a heartwarming romp following a crippled burglar in the snow as he bleeds to death. Kevin McCallister would be so proud. Well, now, they found a dead body already. You know, at this point, if Daddy Warcrimes capped Santa in the head this show wouldn’t be less wholesome.

Aw shit Daddy Warcrimes stepped on a landmine, but Sassy Park Ranger watched his training videos that HR made them sit through and disarms it. They’re having a nice convo, I really, really like Sassy Park Ranger. If he dies I’ll be so freaking mad.

(I said nothing, FYI - Dr. MM)

Aw shit, they found the bunker of crazy white people with guns in the snow. It’s confirmed: the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special takes place in Wyoming. Are Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger facing off my brother-in-law and his branch of the VFW near Laramie? Those guys need hobbies besides doomsday prepping and getting drunk in the snow. It ain’t right.

“After all we sacrificed”…man. I feel right here. Is this the child friendly version of Enemy at the Gate? Shit. Please these two bastards need to survive. I need a beer and I wanna hug my wife.

Dr. Meat Muffin, please don't tell me you're letting your babies watch this show. They need that dog from Australia who has fun with her daddy, not this.

Oh shit, avalanche!

Oh no, Sassy Park Ranger. Oh no, oh no. Oh, Daddy Warcrimes.

Thank Christ they made it! They’re gonna save him! They’re gonna save him.

Wait. What.

WHAT THE FUCK, BLOND ASSHOLE.

I HATE THIS JACKASS SO GODDAMNED MUCH, SOLDIER OF THE EMPIRE, I WANNER SHOVE MY SOLDIER UP YOUR EMPIRE YOU STUPID DICK.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Yay! Daddy Warcrimes finally took out his gun and 86’d that FUCK. CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!

Man...I hope this ends okay for Daddy Warcrimes. I hope his brothers aren't just dicking around somewhere warm while he and the other bros are out dying.

Guess that'll be next episode?"

....Doug snapped SO HARD watching 'Pabu'. Brace yourselves.

#tbb #cloneforce99 #the bad batch #tcw #crosshair tbb #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #crosshair and mayday #mayday clone trooper #tbb mayday #commander mayday #doug talks star wars #doug the neighbor #redneck doug #fuck the empire #fuck lt nolan

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Okay, so I don't wanna say a lot about this (because I'm actually really proud of how it's turning out and I don't want to spoil anything much) but I am currently writing a fic (one-shot? Two-shot? If I add more probably it'd be just two chapters) in which Sanji and Usopp discuss what happens in both Wano and WCI. The plot is Sanji breaking up with Usopp right after Wano because of obvious self-sabotaging reasons (-> after the events in both arcs, he still struggles with his body and perception of himself and also he considers what he did with Pudding cheating. Which it isn't. But he thinks that being so close to marrying somebody and not taking into consideration Usopp's feelings is wrong). So he breaks up with Usopp without telling him ANYTHING about WCI and Wano because he prefers breaking up with him first like that to breaking his heart and having to deal with a more painful breakup for both. He thinks he's being selfless and generous, but it's actually really, really selfish because he isn't thinking about Usopp's feelings and what he wants here. But you know how self-sabotaging and unhealthy behavior work. So. Yeah. And, well, just saying Sanji has the biggest breakdown of his life because it's the first time he has a moment alone after WCI and Wano. But Usopp doesn't accept the way Sanji broke up with him (with little to no explanation other than "it's the right thing to do") and... Things happen. With a happy ending because I can't write heavy angst like that (well, I can. I just don't want to). And... I don't know, I think I'm really proud of how this is turning out.

#i've only written 3k words because i have to go to work sadly but #but i'll keep writing i swear #it's gonna be my next fic and i'm gonna take sooo much care of it i'm gonna give it sooo much love and attention #because it's a really important one for me and i think it deserves love #one piece #sanuso #black leg sanji #usopp

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If Without You

part one | part two

bucky barnes x fem!reader

"After opting to resettle in Delacroix, Louisiana; Bucky Barnes finally found the peace he yearned for. Though, when a friend of the Wilson's past successfully inconveniences him with the butterfly-in-the-stomach thing, he doesn't know if he could possibly complain."

[3.6k] | fluff fluff fluff, bucky's got a crush and he doesn't know how to deal with it, savage sam, the happiness and peace bucky barnes deserves, kissing!! ill do a part 2 just because happy bucky makes me wanna slide down the wall while weeping

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Bucky Barnes yearned for a lot of things. He yearned for the sanity he had back in the forties, the connection he had with Steve, the way ladies swarmed around him before he was deployed to Europe, or the small fraction of peace Wakanda offered him…

But one thing he missed the most was to… feel things freely. Be the good old Bucky for once; be a man, a human being- not a vicious cycle of a man who doesn't allow himself to be happy like he should. Hell, Sam Wilson could talk his ears off about how he should treat himself with the same amount of respect he treats others, but it just wasn't that easy of a habit to change.

Not that he was unhappy with how things were going at that very moment, relocating to Louisiana -or 'following Sam around like a lost puppy', Sam's words, not his- was easily one of the best choices he made. The nightmares continued for the most part, but he felt like The Winter Soldier was buried deep enough to never resurface again. And the relief of being sure of that, how wonderful of a riddance finally making amends was; for once in his life, Bucky was sure Steve would be proud of him.

He helped out with the family business mostly, starting to get his way around a boat even though Sam didn't nearly trust him with that machine enough to let him go on a ride by himself. Not that Bucky minded anymore, having Sam by his side wasn't as bad as he made it out to be for the past months and, sure, it's hard to accept, but he felt himself growing closer to the man by each passing day.

They'd share sunsets together. A bottle of beer tucked tight in their palms, quiet waves lightly swaying the boat beneath their feet as the remnants of the sun shined through the water. The chit-chat was repetitive but never boring, and if Bucky wasn't ashamed to do so, he could probably admit that it felt good to talk to somebody.

He spent a lifetime not even sparing a word to anyone.

"... And like, the texture of it was so off that it felt like I was wearing a condom or something," Sam rambled on, stiff leaves crunchy under their feet as the duo walked through the path to the Wilson residence. "Really missing the good old days where fabric was taken seriously."

"You're the only person who's taking fabric seriously." Bucky commented, earning a scoff with a smile hidden under. "Better safe than sorry. I'm not opposed to condoms."

"Chill out, Mr. Sex Education, I'm not opposed to them either. I just don't want my t-shirts to feel like them." reaching for the front door to push it open, Sam allowed Bucky to enter first, shutting the door behind them. His attention was snatched away from their insightful conversation as he knitted his brows a little, following the sound of the light chatter in the kitchen with Bucky close behind.

"Hey th- Holy shit." he muttered out, glancing between his sister and someone he hasn't seen in a long, long time with his lips parted. "Am I crazy or is that Y/N?"

"In the flesh," your laugh felt as if it lit up the entire household with a deep ember gleam as Sarah joined along, your arms immediately wrapping around Sam's shoulders in a tight hug. "Missed you, buddy."

Bucky shot a glance at the others and then at Sarah. She must have noticed the curiosity in his eyes as she moved a little closer and mumbled, leaning against the counter between them. "Childhood best friends," she chuckled softly, watching you and Sam seemingly catching up as quickly as you could. "Haven't seen her since highschool."

You noticed Bucky's presence then. You knew him, obviously, you weren't all that disconnected from the world- yet he seemed much less intimidating when he was smiling at you, one hand going up to offer you a small wave. He was understandably built, shiny metal bicep peeking through the short arm of his blue shirt, two dog tags dangling down from his neck and shining along with his incredibly beautiful- alright, pretty- okay, that's not a good sign- his incredibly mesmerizing eyes. Yeah, that works.

You reached in almost immediately to shake his hand, a grin on your lips as he didn't immediately let go. "Y/N."

"Bucky." he replied, earning a nod from you before you looked at Sam again, pointing towards the pot of tea Sarah brewed for you earlier. "Tea, you guys?"

It's either you were a comedian, or Bucky really needed a good laugh recently because God, his cheeks started to hurt from how much fun he was having with that shared conversation. As the Wilson's and you reminisced about the good old days -mostly with a shit ton of funny stories sprinkled in between-, you told everyone about how your life had been since you left the city.

"I missed it here, to be honest." your slight hum pulled an 'aww' out of Sarah. "I went to see my father's doctor a few weeks after the funeral to thank him, you know, for his efforts. He told me that, um, my dad talked about this place so fondly and I just realized, you know. Realized that if there's peace in this world, it's here."

Bucky nodded slightly at that.

"I mean, I'll still work remotely but I don't think I'll go back to the city. The past year- it was just me, practically living in the hospital." Sam's hand found yours as he gave it a slight squeeze, his signature smile causing relief to surge through your veins.

"L/N residence kind of needs some TLC since the last time anyone's been there but we'll help out, alright?" he offered, pulling a grateful smile out of you as you sighed and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "This guy over here is good at lifting things, you should make use of him."

"I'm a human being, not a cyborg-" as Bucky was about to complain, your slight laugh cut him off, reducing his reaction to a shrug. "Alright, sure. Lifting things, here I go."

'Some TLC' was an understatement.

With Louisiana's humid summers and freezing winters, any Delacroix resident in their right minds would routinely give their houses a check. But you haven't been here for so long; asking for your dad to move in with you after your mom passed away was the correct thing to do, and obviously, the lack of care in the house for the past years definitely showed.

Bucky wanted to see the house when you announced that it's late and you had a lot of things to do at home anyway, offering to come with you just in case there was anything urgent to do. You didn't think much of it before agreeing, as you let him drive with you all the way over to your house- approximately the same size as Sarah's, but absolutely lacked TLC.

"Home sweet home," you mumbled through the breeze of the night, hands in your pockets before you pulled your keys out and let him in, hitting the light switch for the room to brighten up. The house seemed so cosy despite the old furniture and the crumbling layer of paint on the walls which definitely needed a varnish, there were a few spiderwebs here and there and obviously, a good amount of dust, but hey, he'd kill to live somewhere like this instead of the annex cabin Sam prepared for him. "It's not that bad, just some paintwork and I gotta fix a few things."

"Yeah, not as bad as Sam made it sound like," he hummed, earning a soft chuckle from you as you walked towards the kitchen area. "I hope you like coffee." you hummed, but as soon as you opened the cupboard door, you were met with the sight of yet another cellar spider so you shut it back immediately. "I hope you like spider flavored coffee."

It was his turn to laugh as he walked towards you, slightly hovering over you before opening the cabinet again, totally ignoring the spider crawling there as he reached for the coffee jar. "Spiders are a good sign," he spoke softly, helping you with the mugs too before you edged away towards the sink to give them a good wash. "At least you won't have to deal with other insects. Spiders eat 'em."

"Yeah, but I don't exactly wanna be roommates with them." you shook your head, cold water against your hands as you scrubbed away the mugs. "I mean, would my thoughts change if they decided to pay rent, sure, but-" his laugh cut you off again, successfully placing a smile on your lips as you started to make coffee for the both of you.

"That's rich." he commented, leaning against the countertop as he watched you maneuver through the kitchen. "I hope this doesn't come off weird but, um, I'm actually kinda glad you came. The age average is quite high here, so.."

"I'm pretty sure you're single handedly bringing that number up," you playfully teased, Bucky's scoff making you laugh and God, you felt like you haven't smiled so much in just a couple of hours ever since you left here.

"Oh, so that's how it is? Ageism much?"

"Call it whatever," you shrugged, finally handing him his own cup of coffee as you held yours, leaning against the island counter right in front of the one he was currently against. "I was actually kind of worried that I wouldn't find anyone to talk to here, except for the Wilson's, obviously. For the first time in a long time I feel at home, and I think I'm glad you're a part of it, too."

His smile was tender as he averted his gaze from you a little bit, shrugging before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a small sip. "To be fair, I feel the same way. I feel at home."

Bucky was easily the most selfless man on the planet, you thought.

He was quite adamant about helping you out with the rest of the housework, even coming with you all the way to the city center to pick up everything that you needed. Thank goodness that your father was smart enough to invest in a Dodge pickup truck, you were able to get everything in one go.

"Let's just get this over with," you sighed, carrying the bucket of paint over to the living room as Bucky followed suit with the paint rollers and the smaller brushes to get the edges. "Anything to get this process done quicker."

He laid out the paint tray on the floor before crouching by the bucket, opening it swiftly before pouring some over to the tray. "Sure thing. It won't take long anyway, don't worry."

"Would you mind if I put on some music?" you asked, happily pulling your phone out when he shook his head to both sides with a quiet 'nah'. "Anything specific you want?"

"I like 40's music, so.." he trailed off for a moment, chuckling to himself before removing the tape cover of the paint roller, slowly dipping it on the paint before rolling it a few times on the protruding side of the tray. "Just put on the ones you like. It's about time I listen to some newer stuff."

"Alrighty," your hum filled his ears, and he momentarily looked away from the paint to look at you. Feeling his gaze, your eyes met his, but he averted his gaze to finally start painting the wall instead. Deciding to go with your favorite, you hit the shuffle button, setting your phone down on the couch before grabbing your own roller and doing the same.

It was a mortifying realization as you glanced at him from time to time, but his concentrated face made you feel lucky to be able to witness such a sight. His brows were slightly knitted, lips pursed into probably the most soft-looking frown someone like him could muster. Someone who went through decades of pain. Slight stubble made his entire face look even more chiseled than it originally was, and God, you wanted to feel it against your fingertips.

Now that you thought of it, you wanted to feel him against you.

Not in a sexual way, I mean, sure, why not, but mostly in a way where you could take in his warmth. Let him shelter you from anything that could come your way. Even the metal arm, you wanted it wrapped around you, tugging you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to those 40's songs that he seemed to never shut up about.

Clearing your throat, you didn't let your mind wander any further. Focusing on the task at hand, you completely missed the way his lips slightly tugged upward in a smile as he got lost in thoughts of you. About how he wanted to shelter you from anything that could come your way. Wrap his arms around you, tug you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to the songs he missed listening to so much.

If only it came easy to tell you about it all.

"Ask. Her. Out."

"What?" Bucky's I'll-kill-you scowl was enough to scare an entire army away, but not Sam. Sam knew him like the back of his hand and judging by the way he was acting around you, asking you out proved itself to be mandatory. "Who?"

"I'm going to ignore that last word," shaking his head to both sides, Sam leaned back on his seat, gentle swaying of the boat lulling him into losing the last remaining pieces of filter he had. "Y/N. You're basically living by her ass, either stop being creepily attentive or ask her out."

"I'm not being creepy. Just helping out." Bucky grumbled under his breath, arms folded against his chest as he kept watching the stranger boats swimming through the lake. "She's not complaining."

"Yeah, because I bet your ass that she's expecting you to ask her out too, man," Sam's exhausted sigh caused Bucky to roll his eyes. "C'mon, she's nicer than anyone else you could've considered. What's there to lose?"

"What if she says no?"

"Why the fuck would she say no? Have you seen yourself, Bucky?"

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Alright, for fuck's sake," getting right back up on his feet, Sam walked towards the rudder inside, figuring it's time to get back -totally not because Bucky's paranoia was driving him crazy-. "Most of the shit she did for the house wouldn't take that long to finish. Unless you two are incredibly slow idiots, she was dragging it out too."

That kind of made sense to Bucky, sending his stomach into a slight turmoil as he faced the other side of the boat- just so Sam wouldn't see the excitement on his face. "Stop being ridiculous, she wants to get it done as soon as possible."

"But you two won't have an excuse to see each other as much as you do now, once it's all finished." Sam pointed out matter-of-factly, the grin of victory apparent on his lips when he couldn't hear any protest from the other. "How tragic."

"Fine. Just edge in, I'll go talk to her."

But he didn't even know what to say. Where to begin, how to even come close to explaining how he was feeling. Even he wasn't sure how one would describe it. But Sam's words- they planted hopes waiting to bloom with all their glory on his chest. Of course. You were dragging it out.

How you'd offer him to watch a movie with you instead of putting together that cabinet you bought because "It's considered slavery if I let you work any longer!", or when you'd pull over by a coffee shop to share a plate of tres leches because "I bet they didn't make it as good in the 40's."

How you'd stare at him all grateful when you thought he wouldn't notice. How you never seemed to notice when he did the same.

At a normal rate, the two of you could've finished everything up a week ago. So, you didn't want to let go of the only excuse you had for seeing him as often, and he really had no idea what to make of it.

"So! What did you want to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?" your playful figure sat cross-legged on the sofa, and although you felt like you were doing a good job at hiding it, Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off of you.

Half-an-hour walk wasn't nearly enough to plan for what he needed to say, he secretly prayed that you could pull the words out of his soul magically by staring at him instead.

"I, um," off to a wonderful start, Bucky couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly unable to move an inch from where he was seated across from you. "Didn't- not really. Just wanted to spend some time with you, you know?"

"We've been spending a lot of time together," you mumbled out, fingers fidgeting with the end of your band t-shirt which was probably a size or two bigger than you. He couldn't believe how effortlessly breathtaking you looked at that moment.

"Yeah, but without excuses this time. I don't want TLC to be our reason to get toge- um, to hang out."

"Okay!" you chirped out, slowly getting up from where you were seated with a huff. "What does my resident super soldier want to do, then?"

He couldn't help but smile at that. "I wanna know everything that you like."

"Can't exactly tell you all about yourself, Sergeant."

As it turns out, Bucky was a wonderful listener.

Not even missing a word, he sat by you, a glass of half-drunk wine on the coffee table as he listened to you tell him stories of your childhood, the ones that you held close to your heart. In exchange, he told you all about his- about how he met Steve Rogers and how he was quite the ladies man back then -and you weren't surprised to hear that at all-, about the dances he'd drag all of his friends to. At one point, given the courage alcohol brought, you asked him to teach you how to dance- the way they did it in the forties. Thankfully, you were able to find some songs from those times, even Bucky's favorites as he carefully held your hand, chuckling along with you as his arms gently wrapped around your waist to keep you close.

"Bucky," you laughed out, bracing yourself against his chest as you looked down at your feet. "I'm so bad at this."

He just shook his head at you, a gentle smile painting his lips before pulling you even closer, just to guide you through it. "You're better than you give yourself credit for," his whisper brought a sigh out of you as you looked up at him, arms now wrapped around his neck with your love-sick gaze trailing through his face.

He looked so happy. So smitten- and it warmed your heart beyond anything you ever experienced before.

"Still not exactly the dance partner you would've wished for, huh?" your tone was softer than ever, quiet, as if anybody else would hear if you spoke any louder. He shook his head rather immediately before reaching in to lean his forehead against yours, eyes closed, heart in bliss.

"My imagination couldn't even come close."

It was either his incredible body warmth or the proximity which had your entire physique feeling as if it was on fire, and the way his soft breath hit against your face with each step he guided you through didn't do anything to help. You melted into it- enjoying the way he was quite obviously savoring the moment, engraving it deep in his mind to never forget how it felt to hold you close like this, with music from his time filling his heart with so much familiarity.

He knew for sure then, that you were his home. And you couldn't say that you felt any different.

It was as if your body went on auto-pilot when you pulled away a bit, only to reach back in but this time, in a way where your lips would meet his. He was naturally taken aback at first, body tensing for a split moment before stopping the movement of his feet altogether, one hand going up to rest against your cheek as you kissed him. You were gentle and he was chivalrous, a wonderful rendezvous of the feelings you two harbored for one another. Not even caring for oxygen, you kissed him through the loneliness of the past seventy years, feeling his walls crumble under the soft mewls you let out, before he pulled away to catch his breath.

"You beat me to it," he whispered out, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you still kept him close.

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Ladies Man," your taunting tone brought him back to reality as he laughed along with you. "You were too scared to do it anyhow."

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Murph: You see a giant figure attempting to push open a door. Before anything else, you recognize the giant greatsword on his back. Howl. Your mother's sword. Calder: Need a little help? Murph: Gowan turns around. Gowan: What are you doing here, Calder? Calder: Looks like you're struggling with that door. Just wanna make sure you know you can always ask for help.

Calder: What can we do for you? Command us. Gowan: With all due respect, Calder. I always thought you would've made a great ranger, but… you are not a ranger. You left. So, the most I can ask of you is to please look out for mom and dad. But, I'll talk to my rangers and I'll figure out a way to take care of this. Thank you all for everything.

Murph: He… looks away from you. Gowan: I already have help. There's nothing you can do for me.

Calder: I-- no. No. I don't wanna be protected anymore. I wanna help.

Calder: Well. You're my brother. The least you can do is let me try.

Gowan: Calder. I'm proud of you. You've gone out on your own, and you've met people who seem like great friends. And you braved the tundra, you came out, you warned us, and we appreciate that. But again. You chose not to be a ranger.

Murph: Gowan starts to walk towards you. Gowan: Alright. Can you make a hard choice here? Calder: We can make a choice together, that's what we can do. You don't have to do it yourself. Gowan: I made a deal with Alexandrite, Calder.

Calder: What are you worried about? Gowan: I'm just-- I'm worried about everyone. I don't know how Mom did it. It feels like everyone who died, died on my watch.

Gowan: She told me that she'd already snuck replicants into the village, and that she'd take out everyone one by one until I gave her the Ice Knife. She can't get in here. Havoc won't let her. And to prove it she killed my best friend, and told me if I told anyone, Mom and Dad would be next. She replaced our neighbors. Have ya talked to any of our neighbors? Because they're watching the house. They absorbed Ingrid. And then you told me she's bringing in more from the lake. She knows everything, Calder. She's everywhere. Calder: Yeah. Yeah, we might be fucked. But we can be fucked together. We can-- we can go down fighting, or you can-- or you can sacrifice yourself like some martyr. But that's not gonna help us. Gowan: If it was just sacrificing myself, I would gladly do it, Calder. But what would you do in my situation?

Murph: Calder, as you are battling with Ultrus here, it feels like the world is being pulled apart as Glen is trying to remove this helm from your head. You see like, cracks. As you look up into the sky, you see the battlefield projected. You see that Callie is missing, you have no idea where she is, and you see that Sol is bleeding out on the ground.

Gowan: Knife to Mom's throat, what would you do? Murph: And he pushes you.

Calder: Ultrus! Make a deal with me! I will let you go. I’ll let you choose your side in this war. Just… don’t let Glen hurt my friends. Ultrus: You would give up yourself? Calder: If that’s the choice you ask me to make.

Calder: I might've done the same thing. I might've done the same thing. But you have to understand that somebody coming in this thing with fresh eyes, somebody who's seen her up close, you don't know the duplicity that she's capable of. You're acting on intel that you got from Alexandrite! Gowan: The intel that I got from you was that Gregor was compromised! And that just meant I stayed around until she killed Ingrid! Calder: So she wants us not to trust each other. She wants us not to work together. She wants us fractured and weak, like this. Gowan: We are fractured and weak, Calder! She's here already! Calder: So circle up with us!

Gowan: Well, if there's one good thing about being a leader in a time like this, it's-- it's that I'm really glad I got to make you a ranger. Calder: Yeah. And… and Gowan I think we're gonna have… we're gonna have a long time together, fighting side by side. Gowan: I hope that we could be so lucky.

Calder: You are my brother, aren't you? Murph: You see the bloodlust kind of leaves Gowan's eyes, and he looks down, and he goes Gowan: Yeah. Yeah I am. Okay.

#naddpod #ba2mia #calder kilde #gowan kilde #jake hurwitz #brian murphy #look guys i’m. i’m normal. abt the new ep #naddclips #weavings

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