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nanamiskentos · 5 months ago

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SCORCHED EARTH ✤ (五条悟, gojo satoru)

── NO GOD, THE ONLY MAN IN THE SKY IS ME. Gojo Satoru is the nation's treasure, and its most dangerous asset. In a world where Supes are lauded as celebrities and heroes, there's only a select few that sees superheroes for what they really are ─ cogs in the propaganda machine, corrupt and lecherous. You're determined to hunt down the golden boy that leads them, to find Gojo Satoru and bring him down. But he's just as obsessed with you, and he gets to you first.

➤ 𝐉𝐉𝐊, gojo satoru & afab!reader, wc ─ 5k

cw ─ MDNI. enemies to lovers, THE BOYS AU, love/hate sex, HOMELANDER GOJO 😁, superhero au, cat & mouse dynamics, vigilante!reader, evil!gojo to some extent, mentions of a plane crash to be safe, kitchen sèx, breaking n' entering but they're into that, súb!gojo if u squint, fíngèring, òral (f), usage of powers, 3x01 homelander/butcher inspired, BIG DÍCK GOJO!!

呪術廻戦 : 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ( author says ) s/o to the evil man who inspired the gojo in this fic. and these scenes: 1/2 ofc (i'd rec watching to understand who reader/gojo is also inspired by). art, gojouify.

A ballpoint cap balances between your teeth as you scribble furiously, blue ink streaking across a spare napkin. The address is way too far out, a shipping container, two hours away and tucked into the skeletal maze of the port.

"This is a long drive for a maybe." You press the phone tighter against your ear, frowning at the scrawled numbers and letters, "You're sure I'll find something?"

On the other end, Nanami exhales sharply, the sound of a clock ticking faintly over the static. He's still in the office, no doubt hunched over a desk lit by the sickly glow of a desk lamp.

"Well," he hedges, ever the careful one, "I wouldn't go alone."

You tip your chair back, gaze drifting to the chaotic sprawl of files pinned to the red-string board by the wall. Photographs, names, offshore accounts that all lead back to the same festering rot. Lawmakers, politicians and billionaires.

The smiling, all-powerful titans who owned the system that was supposed to hold them accountable.

At the centre of it all? Gojo Satoru. The strongest superhero that the world had ever seen, barely held in check by Vought and international courts.

You chew at the soft inside of your cheek, "And you're sure this is the best lead we have?"

"After that shitshow at Congress?" Nanami sounds tired, stretched far too thin, "This is the only lead we have, or the only thing that I can find right now."

Ah, yes. The hearing.

The day you almost had them — Gojo, Vought and every polished, pre-packaged lie they peddled. A smoking gun to set the set the system ablaze.

And then, you could only watch the live television stream as every key witness's head popped like a balloon. Blood spraying against mahagony desks, gray matter splattered across the Capitol.

And not many had managed to escape that room unscathed. Save for a select few politicians and reporters, dealing out breathless, shaken interviews alongside an unshaken Gojo Satoru and Congressmen Geto.

You exhale through your nose, fingers tightening around the napkin, "Yeah, I'll check it out. See if I can find somethin' to nail that cunt."

"Let me know what you find," Nanami intones, a pause. And then, in a far more cautious tone, like he already knows you won't take heed, "Stay safe. And if you do come across Gojo, do not engage with him. In any way."

The line clicks dead.

You toss the streaky pen aside, reaching instead for the amber bottle on the cluttered table, the burn of whisky that's begging to be made familiar once more.

Regardless, it's far too late now to head out and check the address, for night has fallen and you doubt you'll manage to get far.

Beyond the murky glass of your balcony doors, the city pulses with sleepless energy. Neon signs flickering like dying embers, billboards — no doubt plastered with the airbrushed faces of the Supes who run this nation.

Sirens wail in the distance, and somewhere, far beyond the skyline you swear you see it.

A streak of white and blue, fast as lightning, splitting the sky for a fraction of a second. You blink, gummy and dry, nothing. Just the tired hallucinations of an exhausted, paranoid mind.

Pretending that there isn't a ghost in the sky watching you right back.

Your apartment is dying.

The walls peel like old skin, flaking onto the floors that were never properly finished. The overhead light's flickering, buzzing with a weak and dying hum. And the power outlets sputter like they resent being used. It's not a home, it never really was. Just another hideout, another temporary grave you haven't had to lie down in yet.

You press your knuckles into your eyes, willing the exhaustion away, but it sits heavy in your bones. Haven't you been running long enough? But even now, even here, you know it's not enough.

Because he knows. Gojo Satoru must have caught onto your trail months ago, and you can feel it in the way that the law often seems to let you go, and nation-wide manhunts culminate in no harm done. Like Gojo's toying with you.

Your fingers skim over the mess of papers on the table, stopping beneath a stack of unpaid bills and flyers. A small USB drive, wrapped in blue and silver.

Ah. Flight 37, a transatlantic flight carrying 123 passangers that never managed to land safely. But a goldmine had been fished out the torn wreckage, a shaky video clip that held proof of what Gojo Satoru truly was.

Not a saviour, not a hero. Not the golden boy that was worshipped on screens, talk shows and the international stage of diplomacy.

There's a prickling sensation under your skin, a slow burn that crawls up your arms. Then, it sinks deeper, heat. Your stomach clenches, cramping up as nausea slams into you like a freight train, your head spinning, your vision pulsing black at the edges.

You stumble, dropping the USB on the table as desparate fingers gripping the kitchen counter to stay upright. But you recognise the blisters blooming on the pads of your fingers, slow and ugly welts that bloom like flowers of rot.

This is no wayward sickness, for you would recognise the familiar decay of radioactive exposure. Something that's not quite human, or mortal.

Your blood turns to ice. Hold tightening around the edge of the counter, nails digging into the cheap laminate. Slowly, carefully, you approach the balcony.

The terracotta curtains are coarse under your fingers as you pull them aside. The city beyond is still alive, cars streaking through wet pavements and lights beaming in the smog. But it all feels muted.

Standing on the ledge, hands folded neatly behind his back, Gojo Satoru.

Your breath stutters as you force yourself to inhale, exhale. Slow and steady, through your nose. Whatever sick ploy he's radiating, you know it's simply meant to shake you. A twisted power play on his end.

So you hold your ground, and after a moment, the nausea ebbs. The blisters on your fingertips sealing over, cells stitching the edges of your frayed flesh back together.

You've never seen Gojo out of that deep blue suit, never without the brass eagles that pin the ridiculous cape over his broad back. Most heroes at least pretend to be human, some charade that they cling to for the chance of a secret life, away from the eyes of the press and the authorities. Supes often put on disguises, and casual clothes, something to blend in with the mortals that they claim to protect.

But Gojo?

There's no separation, no mask nor pretense. He doesn't walk among mortal men, he hovers above them. There's no separating him from the brutal power he wields — capable of striking a laser through a man's skull, or razing a city to rubble. Just a god with a PR-approved script, and the power to carve regimes into ribbons.

And yet, aren't you still standing?

If the strongest wanted you dead, he would have made a spectacle of it. Blood and fireworks for the evening news, another death used as collateral propaganda so the masses can thank him. That's the only mercy that Gojo knows.

You school your features, masking the instinct to flee. Or toss a plastic chair at his face. Gojo is akin to a hungry shark, and fear is blood in the water. You know that the safest way to deal with him is sheer indifference. If you give him nothing, he has nothing to bite or feast on.

You tilt your head, resting your weight against the large window as you pry it open. Letting the night air seep in, cold pricking at your skin, but it's nothing compared to the chill that Gojo's already dragged in with him.

He's staring. The blindfold is gone, and those impossible blue eyes fix on you, as though they're trying carve a jagged cut straight your ribcage — his handsome features stilled to stone.

You arch a brow, "If you're here to watch me get off, it'll cost you a tenner."

A beat of silence. And then, the smallest flicker of something that isn't amusement, but not quite irritation. Gojo doesn't rise to the bait, but his brow ticks up. The barest movement, as though he's debating whether or not to indulge you.

Jaw twitching as though Gojo seems to chew his words, slow and measured, "May I come in?"

You stare at him, gaze sweeping up and down, almost against your will. The way his suit hugs his body, emphasising the unfair curve of his chest, the sharp lines of Gojo's muscles, the tensions in the fabric as it stretches taut over skin. Eyes falling to the strand of white hair that flutters across his face, swaying in the night's breeze. Absurdly perfect, as if he's crafted from some celestial ideal.

But you refuse to indulge him, pressing your lips together tightly, not even a flicker of acknowledgement to the fact that he's standing on your balcony like he owns the damn place. Slowly, you step aside from the window, taking the invitation. Gojo doesn't need permission, but you give it anyway.

As Gojo sweeps past, your eyes linger on the sharp strands of his undercut, the delicate sweep of his hair, so pale it almost looks unreal. But you can see his nose wrinkle, disgust painted across his fine features as electric eyes skim the clutter of your apartment. The peeling walls, the cracked appliances, the mess of papers strewn across your table.

Gojo stops at the red string board, his gaze lingering on the photos and notes that have been painstakingly pinned up, and you see his mouth twitch. As though he's amused by your conspiracy, your obsession, your silent war.

"It's really always about me, isn't it?" Gojo's tone carries the faintest edge of mockery, that damn entertained smile curling the corners of his petal-pink lips.

Your jaw tightens, a flash of anger rearing up inside you. You tear your gaze away from him, "Why are you here? Got no-one to fuckin' torture over at Vought?"

Gojo sighs, almost theatrically, and he's puffing his cheeks out. As though he's bored, like this is a mild inconvenience for him, "So, you're going on a trip tomorrow, huh?"

You track his gaze to the napkin still resting on the table, the address scribbled carelessly across its surface, "What's it to you?" Hoping that your voice is level, and as neutral as it can get.

Gojo Satoru doesn't quite answer immediately. Instead, he pulls off those thick blue gloves, one finger at a time. His hands are oddly elegant, but you know just how capable they are of ending a life in a second, how capable they are of tearing a throat out without breaking a sweat. The very same hands now tuck the gloves into the bronze-metal band of his belt with an almost unsettling level of care.

"Well, I'm just hurt you're going somewhere without me," Gojo quips slyly, "We could have had ourselves a little road trip, sweetheart. Thelma and Louise on the open road, eh?"

You don't say anything, although you're dying to mention how Thelma & Louise ends. Gojo just rolls his searing-blue eyes skywards dramatically, as though he's used to your stubborn attitude.

"Y'know, I could jus' pull you apart, limb by limb," Gojo tacks on casually, "Make you tell me where you're going."

You can feel the tension in your gut tighten, but you refuse to let the Supe catch onto it, although you have no doubt that his superhuman senses can hear the beat of your heart pumping, every hitch in your breath.

"Nah," you bite back, "That'd be worthless. Victim always goes into shock. You gotta' start small. Fingers, nails, ears..." Your voice trails off, calling Gojo's bluff, forcing your words out as if the prospect doesn't shake you.

Gojo's vibrant, jewel-tone stare doesn't break, but the amusement in his eyes sharpens like iron against a whetstone. "It could be a matter of national security, you know," he murmurs, "I have a duty to protect his nation, to weed out any enemies of the state."

You huff in weary, mock exasperation, dragging a hand over your chin in faux-contemplation, "Look, uh, I don't mean to be rude, but can we just skip to the part where you laser my fuckin' brains out?"

Gojo just swears under his breath, "Oh, for fuck's sake," he's muttering, side-stepping around your rickety table, stepping closer as an almost fond smile tugs at his lips, "Where's the fun in that? Come on, look at ya'. It'd be like putting down a wounded dog?"

You don't flinch, you refuse the possibility. But there's that pulse of heat, low in your spine, when Gojo leans into your space. An electric storm about to crack wide as he studies you, eyes falling to the table where your cards are laid out blatantly, and you jolt. Remembering the innocuous little thing, that USB. The one that could very well be his undoing.

"What do you have on me, doll?" Gojo drawls, his voice smooth and untempered, towering over you like an impossibly magnetic force. You hold your ground as his eyes widen, "You do have something, I presume?"

With slow precision (and trembling fingers), you lift the USB, dangling it between your nails as Gojo's eyes flicker for a split second. Amused smile slipping just enough to show something that's less calculated. As though he knows what you grasp, what you're capable of.

Gojo's expression hardens for a split moment, blush-pink lips parted as he watches you, drinks in the sight of you gredily. All before cold steels locks into place once more, his demeanour laced with something far more callous, like a man cornered who knows exactly how to strike back.

"Go ahead. Release it," Gojo steps closer, until you can feel his breath against your skin, and you catch the tang of iron and clean, expensive leather. "Let's light this candle, huh? I mean, sure, I'll lose everything, doll. But then, I'll have nothin' to lose." His voice is quiet, but there's unmistakable malice beneath it.

"First, I'll take out the nerve centres. The seat of the government, the High Courts. Then, any domestic defense capabilities. Critical infrastructure, cellular, Internet, all of it. And then?" Gojo pauses, teeth catching onto the plush flesh of his lower lip.

"Then, I'll just wipe this city right off the fuckin' map, for fun," Gojo adds, a dark smile curling at the edges of his lips, "Hell, I'll throw in that little town your friend's from. Kento, right? Nanami, from the office? Because, why not?"

Gojo's lips brush the shell of your ear, and you resist the urge to shiver, locking your eyes with his own defiantly, venomously as he continues, "See, sweetheart, I'd prefer to be loved. Y'know, as the strongest, I really would. But if you take that away from me? Well, being feared is A-one, okey-doke by me."

Gojo wants you to challenge him, to hear you break the silence with something other than terror, "So, doll," he murmurs, practically cooing, "Go ahead. Do it." His lips curl, sharp fangs poking out from his glossy, red mouth, "No? You don't wanna? Well, then, I'd say you have absolutely no fuckin' leverage. Because I am the strongest, and I can really do whatever the fuck I want."

You blink angrily, breath catching as Gojo watches you with an almost affection gleam in his eyes. As though he's enjoying this, this sparring match where he's got you pinned. So you swallow thickly, and deep down, you know he's right.

Gojo Satoru is unstoppable. He could easily turn on the world that worships him, props him up, and there's nothing anyone could do about it. No nuclear treaty, no tank nor fighter jet could stand a chance against Unlimited Void or Hollow Purple.

There's no undoing the seams and stitches that hold Gojo together. None, apart from...

Your eyes flicker downwards, instinctively, to the thick curve that bulges through the tight suit he dons. That mouth-watering, delicious bulge that's packed, and if Gojo steps any closer, it would jostle against your thigh.

You inch closer, smoothly, grasping at the stray strand of ice-white hair to tuck it behind Gojo's ears. His expression widening, raw and open for a split second as he shivers, purrs.

"Say I call your bluff, Gojo," you say coolly, "What are you gonna' do, right here, right now?" Your hand trails away from his ear, brushing the high, stiff collar of his suit. Fingers gently pressing into the warm flesh of his neck. You feel his pulse jump under your touch, staccato beats that hiccup along.

And you could have sworn that Gojo breathes out a gentle sigh, lips parting around the words, "Finally."

But his cerulean eyes are narrowed, jaw still clenched, as though he's trying to figure out your angle. Now, he truly does push closer to you so that packed curve brushes against your thigh. And it's big, larger-than-life, like everything about Gojo Satoru is.

Fuck this, you shake your head, as though you're tossing away your rationality. Reaching up to thread your fingers through soft, white hair. Pulling Gojo closer as he groans, closing the distance. Lips crashing against your own, forceful and desperate.

You can feel Gojo freeze, stutter as he seems to work through his shock. But then, something irrevocably shifts in him. Ocean-blue eyes fluttering close, so white lashes kiss his creamy skin. A large hand gripping at your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

It's rough, and messy — and your tongue lingers on the taste of something like espresso, and sweet, sugar syrup to boot. The creamy taste of Gojo Satoru that lingers on your tongue and makes your mouth water.

"Tch', you –" Gojo murmurs, as though all the air in the world has been stolen from his lungs, "You jus' don't k-know how long I've wanted this. Ever since you, heh, fired that bullet at me when we first met."

His tone is erratic, large hands splayed against the small of your back, pushing you further against the kitchen counter.

"That shit went right through ya' head," you breathe, struggling to stay steady against the hard plane of Gojo's form, the muscles curling into you, "Didn't do a fuckin' thing."

Gojo's giggling, giggling as though he's already drunk on your touch, so utterly dangerous. Tugging at your top, fingers spread wide over the curve of your chest. Flicking at the sharp peaks of your nipples, "Waste of a perfectly good round, eh, doll?"

The tips of Gojo's ears are a searing shade of crimson, as he's pulling and toying with your clothes. You have never, ever in your wildest and most illicit fantasies imagined Gojo Satoru like this.

You've never pictured him so obedient, so desperate to meld into your hold. Bright blue eyes glazed over, filmy and hazy as his cheeks are mottled pink.

The most dangerous man in the entire world (or so you'd wager) has you firm against the cracking plastic of your counter, with his lips finding home on whatever skin he can find. Kissing, bruising, sucking at the tender flesh in a way that you know will leave blooming marks.

"C-can I?" Gojo pleads, as though he hasn't spent a lifetime whispering quiet threats into your ear, but now his large hand is softly pressed against the back of your neck.

Slick-strands falling from his lips as he sips at your taste, sucking gently on your tongue.

He kisses you firmly with such force that it leaves you dizzy, and the way he strokes at your cheek with a bruised knuckle is far too tender for a man who's practically a walking, ticking bomb.

He's roughly cupping your tits, kneading at the soft fat and flesh, "Hah, pretty, aren'tcha?" Strands of snow-white hair tickling at your neck as Gojo leans his head down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, lickin' and sucking wherever he can reach.

You arch your spine, pulling Gojo even closer. Grinding your clothed core right up against the hard length taut in that damned suit. Feeling every inch brush up against you.

"F-fuck," Gojo murmurs, slurring out babble and praise out through his kiss-swollen lips. You're slowly rocking your hips back and forth, unintentionally honestly, but you're desperate for some friction to relieve the ache that's blooming within your searing groin.

The pads of his fingers are tilting your jaw at the perfect angle, swollen lips sticky against yours, "Just like that," Gojo grunts, running his pink tongue over the kiss-bitten flesh of your own mouth, "N-not so mouthy now, are we?"

But then, because you think Gojo Satoru is unable to go even a second without antagonising you, the white-haired man is lifting his head. Glossy eyes tearing over your apartment as he pulls an unimpressed face, "Damn, this place is kinda' a dump. You really live like this?"

Your fingers latch onto the stray strands on his head, bucking your hips into his bulge harsher, "Says the cunt who made me a fugitive."

Gojo shakes his head, making a faint pshh, dismissive sound as he scoops you up, biceps not even curling to strain as he roughly stomps towards your meagre, thin bed. Laying you flat on the flat mattress as he rumples the waistband of your pants, hooking his thumb underneath the fabric.

You don't even realise it at first, but you're admiring those razor-sharp, strikingly handsome features. Watching as Gojo tugs at his cape, rough and coarse until the fabric tears away from his shoulder plates — until the azure stars and stripes end up on the wooden floor discarded.

"So, doll, how exactly do ya' want me? " Gojo titters, gently pulling a finger into the flimsy cotton of your panties. You can see his nose twitch, eyes flutter shut for a split second as he visibly reels from the messy, filthy slick pooling under his nails. You can only groan, arching at the sudden stimulation as he begins to crook his fingers faster against your folds.

You suddenly pull your thighs taut together, clenching the flesh to trap his hand, "Taste me, Gojo." Breath shuddering as Gojo's fingers suddenly still, ice-blue eyes blown wide at your gall to give him a command.

But he's always been an excellent soldier, hasn't he? Because he seems to be moving on autopilot, pulling his dripping fingers away and gently lolling his tongue on your translucent sheen, "Hah, I can't believe you're g-giving me orders." Gojo almost whimpers at your sweet tang, desperate to have your pussy drool into his waiting mouth.

"M-more, can you – oh, fuck," You inhale sharply, feeling Gojo's fingers imprint on your thighs, firmly spreading your legs apart so he can shuffle further back, his breath moist against your wet cunt, "Heh, never thought you'd ever be like this."

Gojo gives you a flat look, the underside of his eyes crinkling as he stares at you, "Don't get used to t-this." He's grumbling, but his eyes are blown wide, tongue darting out of his mouth to catch a stray drop of your precious arousal dribbling down your inner thigh, "It's just 'cause –"

You don't give his smart-alec mouth time to formulate any words, groaning as you pull at the thick, soft and tousled strands of white hair. Letting the tip of his sharp nose nudge against your clit as Gojo suddenly muffles a desparate, thirst-laden whine, "Mhm, mhm, fuck!"

"Yeah, y-yeah," You breathe, sighing in relief as he presses his tongue flat against your pussy, laving thickly at the glossy folds that he's desperate to munch at, "That's what I thought."

Stifled sounds prick at your ears, a mantra of words falling from Gojo's mouth, something that sounds suspiciously like "Thank you, t-thank you, thank —." The strongest man in the entire world losing his mind, so grateful to wrap his lips against your swollen bud, your throbbing clit as he sucks. Hard.

Your walls clench suddenly, and you can feel the tip of Gojo's tongue prod at your entrance. That length somehow managing to render you gummy, dazed and speechless as he pushes the wet muscle into your cunt, "Ah, ahh, 'Toru, please."

Nothing prepares you for how Gojo's long, slender fingers come to slap at your pussy. Lengthy digits pistoning right into your tender, sensitive walls as he's eager to curve and search for that sweet spot that will make you scream, "What'dya call me, sweets? 'Toru?"

Gojo's looking up at you, and if you didn't know better, you'd say his expression was almost shy. Those eyes, blue like the core of a searing star, like something inhuman was barely contained and desperate to break free. There's something eerie about how bright they are, how they seem to glow even in the dim, murky light of your apartment.

There's glossy, snapping strands of Gojo's new favourite thirst-quencher falling from his lips as he laps at you. Long lashes fluttering against high cheekbones as there's a slight sheen of exertion beading at his temple, "If, if I had known that all I had to do to shut ya' up was eat you out, then —" Gojo whistles low, the vibrations echoing through your cunt, "Woulda' drank this pussy a longgg time ago."

You buck your hips against his nose, canting against his shapely nose bridge, "Don't get c-cocky." Seems that Gojo's just that desperate for you to boss him around, because he's already turning his attention and bratty mouth back to your cunt, licking you right up until he's certain you're seeing stars.

He's still got his suit on, broad-shoulders snugly wrapped in the textured fabric. Sculpting over his bicep even as he draws you even closer, until he's face to face with his new, second favourite girl. With you being his number #1, of course, Gojo isn't afraid to admit that you plotting to kill him has turned him on immensely over the years.

The idea of you planting your thighs around his head 'til he's devoid of air has had him pulling and jerking at his cock, whimpering until he was shooting blanks.

"Come on," and Gojo's snickering at his own play on words, "Or s-should I say c-cum on." Smacking his lips filthily against your folds, fingers pushing at your clit and rubbing furious circles over and over again until you feel the world go blank, and you're star-struck.

Gojo's whispering sweet nothings, adoring praise into your cunt as you ride out your high against his face, "Pretty girl, s-so good for me, heh. Think 'm fuckin' addicted."

You're already lazily pulling yourself up, propping yourself back on your elbows as you take in the sight of a teary-eyed Gojo Satoru. You watch as he pulls himself up, frame towering over you in the flimsy bed as he tugs and paws at the thick, firm bulge in his suit. Now darkened with a translucent patch of his release.

Gojo's fisting his hand over his cock in some ineffective form of relief, "Wanna' show you, g-gorgeous, wanna' show you how the strongest fucks."

But then, his eyes are looking up, wide and superhuman. Searing blue that lights up the dim room like a torch, and it's only then you notice that the lightbulb that once precariously teetered from your ceiling has shattered, and there's a crack in the large window that you swore you've never seen before.

And clutched within Gojo Satoru's fingers, shards of silver metal and blue chips. Fuck, that hag, that doped-up cunt must have had that USB clenched between his fingers the entire time, swiping it off the table when you pulled him in.

"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart," Gojo scoffs, pulling out a cock that beams with an angry, red mushroom tip. Thick spurts of cum already clinging to the slit as he hisses, and your thighs clench in anticipation of the delicious split, "I got something b-better for you right here."

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk fic #gojo satoru #homelander #the boys #jujutsu kaisen #daphworks #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n

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championoftheoppressed · 10 months ago

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Superman & Lois — "Closer" (3x01) / "Always My Hero" (4x03)

#superman and lois spoilers #jon kent #jonathan kent ii #jordan kent #sam lane #lois lane #personal #this was such a minor detail to include and i adore it #superman and lois #dc

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aceofwhump · 3 months ago

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Do you have list of top episodes with where the whumpee ends up in the hospital. Doesn't matter the reason. I'm just on a hospital kick

Ooooh yeah I can def share my favs. So many good hospital scenes.

Gotta start with Hawaii Five-0 10x22 because that whole thing is truly amazing (also it occurs to me that I have no giffed the HELL out of this episode on this blog and I think I need to rectify that)

Graceland 3x01 is an easy second choice

Followed by Graceland 1x09

9-1-1 6x11 is sooo good. Love coma episodes

Heroes 1x12

9-1-1 Lone Star 1x08

Almost Paradise 1x10

Broadchurch 1x07

Burn Notice 4x13

Chicago PD 7x10

Bones 1x15

The Mentalist 1x16 and 6x07

Hudson & Rex 2x16

Supernatural 2x01

General Hospital, June 2nd, 2021

Teen Wolf 3x19 and 3x01

Grimm 1x08

NCIS LA 2x17

NCIS 2x22

Stargate SG-1 4x18

#whump #whump recs #long post #mod post #mod replies #ask #hospital

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amemoryofwot · 4 months ago

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There’s a few smaller scenes I had to leave out for sake of a functioning poll so these are the larger cornerstone fights. As well, related fights such as the groupings in Falme got summed up into one entry so if Mat with the Heroes is your favourite then vote for Falme etc

#wheel of time #wot on prime #however if Moiraine versus the Fades is truly your favourite fight scene then let us know #WoT poll

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winterscaptain · 1 day ago

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a joyful future. masterlist.

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A Joyful Future Part I: Cicatrize Archive of Our Own

Advocate (In Revision) July 23rd-September 26th

Cicatrize ✂ (In Revision) 3x01 Doubt - 3x11 Birthright September 30th-December 13th

Ambition December 14th

Aaron Hotchner's Letter of Recommendation ◎

Title TBD ▶ 3x07 Seven Seconds December 18th

2008

Title TBD ▶ 3x13 Limelight January 23rd-28th

Title TBD ▶ 3x16 Elephant’s Memory March 17th

Working Title: Futility ▶ 3x17 In Heat April 16th

Dreaming ✸ May 6th

Intellectual Guesswork 3x19 Tabula Rasa May 12th

Familiarity NCIS 5x19 Judgement Day: Part I May 15th-23rd

Focused 3x20 Lo-Fi - 4x01 Mayhem May 26th

Constellations 4x02 The Angel Maker June 28th

Stillness June 30th

Buffer Jack’s 3rd Birthday October 7th

Through and Through 4x03 Minimal Loss October 8th-9th

Working Title: Milestone Aaron Hotchner’s 40th Birthday November 2nd

Players November 6th

Bedtime November 10th

Working Title: Grounded ▶ 4x07 Memoriam November 12th

Pride 4x08 Masterpiece November 20th

Title TBD ▶ 4x08 Masterpiece November 20th

Dead Man’s Hand ✦ 4x09 52 Pickup November 26th

Unfair December 12th

Midnight New Year’s Eve, 2008 December 31st

2009

At Risk: Part 1 4x10 Brothers at Arms - 4x11 Normal January 7th-17th

At Risk: Part 2 4x12 Soul Mates - 4x13 Bloodline January 18th-31st

A Kindness 4x16 Pleasure is My Business February 25th

A Joyful Future Part II: Fear Itself Archive of Our Own

No Deal 4x17 Omnivore March 28th

Title TBD ▶ 4x21 A Shade of Grey April 22nd

Collision 4x23 Roadkill May 6th

Title TBD ▶ 4x24 Amplification May 18th

Outnumbered July 16th

Fear Itself (In Revision) 5x01 Faceless, Nameless August 4th

Enough September 2nd

Infirmity 5x02 Haunted October 3rd

Title TBD Jack’s 4th Birthday October 7th

Push 5x05 The Eyes Have It October 12th

Nightmare Realized 5x08 Outfoxed - 5x09 100 November 22nd-25th

Hands Nightmare Recalled 5x09 100 November 30th

Stay November 29th

Arrangements December 3rd

An Unrivaled Force of Nature 5x10 The Slave of Duty December 6th

2010

Exceeding Expectations 5x11 Retaliation January 14th

Three’s Company February 1st

Sunburnt February 9th

Title TBD ▶ 5x18 The Fight April 7th

A Horrible First 5x19 Rite of Passage April 10th

Unbecoming 5x21 Exit Wounds May 31st-June 3rd

Title TBD ▶ 5x23 Our Darkest Hour - 6x01 The Longest Night June 10th-16th

Spark (Unpublished) July 4th

Reflexes (Unpublished) Haley’s 40th Birthday July 9th-10th

An Opinion August 9th

Title TBD ▶ 6x02 JJ September 29th

A Joyful Future Part III: Berry Hill/Mean It Era Archive of Our Own

A Real Hero 6x06 Devil’s Night October 31st

Short Notice November 13th

Title TBD ▶ 6x11 25 to Life November 24th

Banker November 29th

Berry Hill (In Revision) December 6th-15th

Professional Courtesy ✸ Berry Hill, Aaron’s Version December 6th-15th

Two Inches December 19th

Burn December 24th-26th

Stowaway ✸ December 28th

2011

No Help January 11th

A Chance of Snow January 18th

Title TBD ▶ 6x09 Into the Woods

Working Title: Treading Water, Part I/II ▶ 6x10 What Happens at Home - 6x16 Coda January 26th - February11

Nothing Much (Unpublished) February 14th

Tied (Unpublished) February 15th

Working Title: Floodline ▶ 6x17 Valhalla - 6x18 Lauren March 1st-6th

Waldosia: Part I (Coming August 6th!) 6x18 Lauren - 6x22 Into the Light March 6th-April 13th Waldosia (Original)

Waldosia: Part II (Coming August 10th!) Waldosia: Part III (Coming August 13th!) 6x19 The Big Sea - 6x24 Supply and Demand April 14th-May 1st

Absence: Part I (Coming August 20th!) May 1st-September 19th Absence (Original)

Absence: Part II (Coming August 24th!) Absence: Part III (Coming August 27th!) ▶ 7x01 It Takes a Village September 19th-21st

Mean It ✸ (Revision Coming September 3rd!) Mean It (SFW Version) ✦ September 21st-27th Mean It (Original)

Prove It: Part I ✸ (Coming September 10th!) Prove It: Part II ✸ (Coming September 14th!) Mean It, Aaron’s Version September 21st-27th

Firsts ✦ September 27th

Impression September 28th

Reflecting (Coming September 17th!) October 1st

Gossip: A Prelude ✦ October 3rd

Twice (Coming September 24th!) October 4th

Schoolyard Politics: Part I (Coming October 1st!) Jack’s 6th Birthday October 8th

Surreal October 9th

About Time October 16th

Schoolyard Politics: Part II (Coming October 8th!) ▶ 7x01 It Takes a Village October 20th

As You Like It (Coming October 12th!) ▶ Reinstated (Coming October 15th) The Bubble ✸ (Coming October 22nd!) 7x01 It Takes a Village October 21st

Published ✸ (Coming October 29th!) October 23rd

Like a Family 7x02 Proof October 24th

Focus ✸ October 26th

Taste October 27th

Second Best October 29th

Title TBD ▶ 7x03 Dorado Falls November 1st

43rd ✸ (Coming November 2nd!) Aaron’s 42nd Birthday November 2nd

Obligated 7x07 There’s No Place Like Home November 5th

Conspiracy November 8th

Recollection (Coming November 5th!) ✸ November 8th

Pleasures of the Elder ✦ November 9th

Goodbye Stranger (Coming November 9th!) November 10th

Allegories November 12th

Space: The Final Frontier (Coming November 12th!) November 14th

Not Complaining ✸ November 17th

Healed (Coming November 19th!) November 20th

Command Presence (Coming November 26th!) November 22nd

Bear Arms (Coming December 3rd!) Let Me ✸ (Coming December 7th!) November

Observations (Coming December 10th!) December 2nd

Friendly Fire ▶ (Coming December 17th!) 7x09 Self-Fulfilling Prophecy December 7th-9th

Live Rounds ✸ (Coming December 18th!) December 9th

Just Because ✸ (Coming December 20th!) December 14th

Soft Spot ▶ (Coming December 23rd!) 7x10 The Bittersweet Science December 16th-18th

Tethered (Coming Soon!) December 20th

Mistletoe ✂ December 24th-26th

Crowdsourcing (Coming Soon!) December 26th

Fifty Cents (Coming Soon!) December 28th

Bring It ✸ December 31st

2012

Copper January 5th

Gifts & Notices January 8th-10th

Symptoms January 11th-13th

Hide January 14th

Insight January 16th

A Joyful Future Part IV: Something Brilliant Archive of Our Own (Coming Soon)

Figure It Out ✦ 7x11 True Genius January 18th

The Birds (Unpublished) January 31st

Spoiled Many More ✸ February 14th

Title TBD 7x15 A Thin Line February 20th

The Bees (Unpublished) March 2nd

Something Brilliant (Unpublished) March 4th

The Worth’s Unknown (Unpublished) March 6th

Disclosure (Unpublished) March 7th

Seven ✸ March 18th

Working Title: All for Nothing Gossip: Part I (Unpublished) 7x16 A Family Affair March 23rd

Misdirected March 27th-March 28th

All Hearts April 13th

Talent April 15th

Title TBD 7x21 Divining Rod April 17th

Armor (Unpublished) April 24th

Title TBD 7x22 Profiling 101 May 9th

Tell (In Revision) 7x23 Hit - 7x24 Run May 16th-19th

Cracks May 21st

Implication June 21st

Entrapment (Unpublished) July 11th

Optics September 9th

Working Title: Paper ✸ September 21st

Title TBD 8x07 The Fallen November 12th

Long Shot December 5th

Jurisdiction NCIS 10x09 Devil’s Trifecta (Crossover) December 9th

2013

A Big Step February 5th

A Favor ✸ February 12th

Reloading (Unpublished) 8x16 Carbon Copy

The Whole Picture (In Revision) 8x18 Restoration April 5th

A Joyful Future Part V: Mom Archive of Our Own (Unpublished)

Mom April 17th

Trifles Light as Air 8x22 The Brothers Hotchner June 7th-10th

Proofs of Holy Writ 8x23 The Replicator June 11th-23rd

A Given August 13th

Qualified Meaningful Support ✸ August 20th

In a Minute ✸ September 2nd

Working Title: Cotton ✸ September 21st

Leave It ✸ October 4th

Marksmanship October 8th

Caught Out October 15th

Professionalism December 11th

2014

Attention ✸ Reservation February 14th

Presumption February 22nd

Strategy 9x16 Gabby February 26th

Scarecrow of the Law Birds of Prey 9x22 Angels - 9x23 Demons May 26 - June 2nd

Keen June 3rd

A Bad Time (Unpublished) June 13th

Pretty/Drunk ✸ July 20th

Working Title: Leather September 21st

Fifteen ✸ September 30th

Balm November 25th

Two of Us November 29th

A Joyful Future Part VI: Close Calls Archive of Our Own (Unpublished)

Reality Check December 14th 10x09 Fate

2015

Unimaginable January 22

Faith January 27th

Priorities ✸ February 18th

News March 18th 10x17 Breath Play

A Visit (Unpublished) July 9th

Metanoia August 17th

Meraki September 6th-13th

First-Born September 14th

Credentials September 14th

A Technicality ✸ September 16th

Naming Rights September 18th

Working Title: Fruit/Flowers ✸ September 21st

Full Disclosure September 23rd

Acting Out 11x01 The Job September 24th

A Boy October 1st

Double Digits Jack’s 10th Birthday October 7th

Bunker 11x02 The Witness October 9th

Close Calls October 11th

March October 12th

Working Title: Swell October 13th

Complicated 11x03 Til Death Do Us Part October 13th

Off October 15th

Homefront 11x15 A Badge and a Gun October 16th

Locked Loaded 11x16 Derek October 18th

Ready for Bear October 19th

Roadblock October 29th

Arithmetic (Unpublished) Aaron’s 47th Birthday November 2nd

Mouthwash November 8th

Balance (Unpublished) November 20th

Desperate Times (Unpublished) November 23rd

Working Title: Desperate Measures November 24th

Ulterior Motives 11x09 Internal Affairs December 2nd

Questions December 20th

2016

Isaac March 10th

Consistent April 14th

Fathers May 21st

An Adjustment May 26th

Poor Correspondent (Unreleased) May 29th

Second Chances June 6th

Sundress ✸ July 1st

Sleepless September 16th

2017

On Paper Your Birthday

Do Better ✸ September 4th

A Joyful Future Part VII: Tiebreaker Archive of Our Own (Unpublished)

Weird October 6th

Bedside Drawer ◎

Honored December 22nd

Unwrapped December 26th

2018

Keys February 13th

Boxes March 12

The Pitch March 25th

Myth ✸ May 12th

Working Title: War and Peace May 18th

Uncle Dave May 18th

A Parent Thing June 1st

Errands ☎ June 21st

Swaddle June 27th

Naptime July 15th

Immovable Object ✦ Aaron’s 50th Birthday November 2nd

2020

Big Brother May 11th

Haley Day July 10th

Intention ✸ October 15th

Friendly Competition November 4th

Thin Ice December 19th

2021

Balancing Out January 24th

Co-Regulating ✸ March 18th

Home Soon April 17th

Heat April 21st

Don't Go October 23rd

Take the Day ✸ November 9th

A Joyful Future Part VIII: Rom-Comedies Archive of Our Own (Unpublished)

2022

The French Mistake January 13th

A/C August 9th

Redamancy ✂ August 13th

Inherited October 19th

2024

No Older January 20th

Relax May 12th

2026

Roots April 16

Bluebell September 14th

Mr Incredible December 29th

2035

Permanent December 18th

2038

The Pot and the Kettle November 16th

2042

Rings December 23rd

#ajf masterlist #a joyful future #tali writes fanfiction

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tryandbehappy · 2 months ago

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So in this dumb logic, if the man you love isn’t a hero, then fuck him, right? He might as well die.

Who’s the real Nazi now?

“He wasn’t a hero.” “He didn’t fight hard enough.” “He didn’t do enough good to deserve love.” “He was on the wrong side.” → So he deserves to die. To be forgotten and erased from the story.

That’s what fascism is. That’s the logic where a person has no right to exist unless they’re perfect, useful, victorious. It’s value through utility

She even said once in 3x01 “what are you good for?” Remember? 🥲

#osblaine #nick june

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chloe--summers · 3 days ago

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Black pilled Slayer

I just bought the book "The Book of Fours" by Nancy Holder who is somebody highly involved in the Buffyverse. Early in the novel, one of the slayer that came before Buffy has a bleak interpretation on what being a slayer is:

"When he told me I was a slayer, he (her watcher) tried to make me feel special—"one girl in all her generation"—but that's not really true, is it? Because when that one dies, there's another. And another. And another. So much for one per generation. It's just one per lost battle. And we seem to lose fairly often don't we? Still, there is the matter of being chosen. No one else could take my place until I lost my place. As the old saying goes "Fools rush in where angels fear to tread." Yeah, but they get the best seat" She says some more on that but the rest is contingent on factors that go beyond the scope of strictly the observation of slayerness.

This was quite interesting to me since just a few days ago (July 28th) I've performed a spirit flight (astral travel) operation where I went to Buffy apartment during her "Anne (3x01)" phase. For those who don't follow me and don't know I am a witch and my big project I'm working on is establishing a BtVS mysticism. I wanted insights about a concept in the mysticism called "The Descent" which is defined by the aftermath, damage or ramification on the woman after the accomplishment of an Heroic Act. I figured visiting post-Angelus Buffy was a great time for that. What I got from her was not exactly what I was expecting; it was a very bleak view on what being a slayer is. Her views at the time of Anne echoes those of the slayer from Holder's book. Here's a excerpt of our conversation I wanted to share:

Buffy: Yup. She shrugs. Your acts of Heroism, no one sees them. When Angel died I was all alone in the crypt surrounded by vampire dust & death. There is no glamour. It's thankless and the pain of the Descent is all yours to bear.

Chloé: I do tend to glamorize it I think, in a way. I pause. Now isn't the best time but I view you as somebody who transcends happiness or unhappiness. You might be miserable but as a result you become a hero, a role model, a figure people around you admire and envy. It's sort of ironic... I think that's the right word.

Buffy: Well I'm glad I've at least a fan. She tries her best to smile. Not that I'm craving recognition. What it is without any fancy rhetoric is I go in, I am a Hero, I get damaged and I must recover. Sometimes it's a scratch, other times it will turn my soul inside out. Rinse & repeat until the slayer has either a unconscious death wish and "let" a monster kill her so it can be over or simply until the time the damage in question is your untimely death. She looks down, defeated. You die horribly in a cave somewhere and no one really cares. It all happens in secrecy, in silence. There are no hopes for victory, you do your best until you fail and then the next slayer is called and now it's her turn. Nobody acknowledge or give any meaning to your title. They will think you're crazy most likely. You do it because it's the right thing to do, because nobody else can, hoping the universe notices. She looks at me. It's thankless and the glamour of "the chosen" vanishes very quickly.

Of course it's just one way of looking at it but I believe every angles matter.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #buffyverse #btvs #buffy #witchcraft #occult #ritual #anne

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markantonys · 7 months ago

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I can't remember what Rafe has hinted/what has been leaked/what you've speculated re Matt getting the Ashandarei. On a personal level I really don't give that much of a fuck if he gets a "real" Ashandarei or keeps his DIY dagger-and-spear version from s2, but at this point I want him to get the book version ASAP just so the bookcloaks will stop bellyaching about it.

yeah i don't know if we've had any hints one way or the other! all i can think of is there was an interview with the production designer and he mentioned that it was important to get the design of the DIY spear right because it's the weapon mat will be using "for the rest of the series" but then later in the same interview he said it was the weapon mat will be using "for the rest of the season" so i didn't get a definitive sense on whether he actually meant it would be mat's weapon for the show's entire run or whether he only meant that it was an important spotlit prop for this particular episode (plus english isn't his first language so idk how much stock to put in his precise word choice of series vs. season. heck i think even native english speakers use them differently depending on region, thinking about how taskmaster calls it "series 1" "series 2" etc where an american show would use "season 1" "season 2" instead).

so yeah, i'm not sure what to predict myself! i could see it falling into the same category as what you (i think it was you) were saying about mat's ancient memories, where the show clearly made it so that he got them already from the horn and it's silly for reddit to be expecting him to get them from the finn next season. maybe this is a situation where he got his ashandarei already and it's silly to predict he'll get another, different one next season. on the other hand, the DIY spear wasn't as obvious a substitute as the hero memories, so it's a grayer area. back to the first hand, iirc the bedpost he used IS carved with ravens, which feels like kind of a giveaway that this is indeed THE Ashandarei™ since that's the design it has, unless they only designed the DIY one the same way as easter-egg-y foreshadowing.

back to the second hand, mat still needs to get his medallion. but back to the first, he doesn't have to receive them together, so maybe medallion + answers are his only finn gifts, or maybe he picks up the medallion from the tanchico museum (no reason it can't just be a ter'angreal artifact already lying around in this realm of existence) and only gets answers from the finn. i'm also not even completely sure mat needs the medallion at all if Hating Channelers isn't an entire personality trait of show!mat lmao but it IS such an iconic part of his whole Look that i don't see why they wouldn't include it.

overall, i too don't care either way! i remember i made a post a while back that was like "i can't believe people are actually worried that mat won't get his real ashandarei, come on guys do you think he'll be using a DIY spear for the entire show? be serious" so if he actually does use a DIY spear for the entire show i will be embarrassingly humbled yet again jdkfjg but in my defense, the thing i thought was absurd about that was "mat using a knife taped to a stick as his permanent weapon", it was the unstable temporary craftsmanship that was absurd to me, not the general idea of him making his ashandarei himself rather than being gifted it. all we need is a 3x01 scene of perrin properly blacksmithing knife & stick together (doubling as a good mat-perrin solo bonding scene) and my sole objection would be resolved!

there's also the question of the dagger. would it narratively work for the dagger to be stuck with mat for the rest of the show? i thiiiiiink it would, because rand's already been stabbed, i think fain's already been corrupted, and i kinda doubt they'd bother with elaida's corruption because she's already got enough internal & external factors to make her do crimes without also needing to be corrupted by mashadar. so maybe mat can retain custody of the dagger forever now if no one else needs to come into contact with it. but if not, they could have perrin fashion a new, normal spearhead and weld it onto the stick.

in conclusion, now that i've pictured perrin helping turn DIY Knifestick into a proper permanent weapon, i want it so badly! i want mat's signature weapon to be imbued with the power of friendship and homoerotic stabbings!

#bedwyrssong #answered #wot book spoilers

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lands-of-fantasy · 7 months ago

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What if...? 3x01

After the original Avengers fell in the Gamma War, Sam Wilson led the surviving heroes to finish the fight

#marvel what if #avengers #mech avengers #sam wilson #captain america II #monica rambeau #bucky barnes #shang chi #nakia #marvel's what if

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alittlehurtwithyourcomfort · 3 months ago

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LEGO Monkie Kid Whumplist

Character: MK (voiced by Jack De Sena)

Age Rating: TV-Y7

Show available on Peacock (excluding special episodes)

Genre: Fantasy, Action, Found Family

Plot: MK is a regular noodle delivery boy until one day, he stumbles upon the legendary Monkey King's magic staff. He must learn to master new powers to save the world from evil, while also uncovering the truth behind who he is. (Based on characters from Chinese novel Journey to the West).

Note: This show has amazing animation, voice acting, and characters, it's severely underrated. The seasons get darker and more complex as the show goes on, much like The Dragon Prince or The Owl House do! You don't need to have prior knowledge of Journey to the West, as it explains what you need to know, but it's fun to be able catch a few easter eggs.

(Note on season 5: the animation does have a bit of a downgrade, due to the studio changing. However, in my opinion, the season is still very strong, with some of the best angst in the series!)

TW's: Mild fantasy violence, mild depictions of depression/non-graphic suicidal behavior (mainly in season 5)

List Key:

bold = most whump/best whump/favorite whump moments

(I did not include scene breaks in this list, some tropes listed may occur more than once in their respective episodes)

THIS LIST MAY CONTAIN MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES!

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A Hero is Born (Pilot Episode): rough fights, briefly presumed dead, emotional

1x01: rough fights

1x02: overworked, stressed, fought

1x03: stressed

1x04: scared (arachnophobia), fought

1x05: trapped in dreamscape/spell, throws up (comedic), scared, stressed, fought

1x06: stressed

1x07: overworked, tired, scared

1x08: fought, worried

1x09: manipulated, rough fights, powers drained, emotional

1x10: rough fights, worried

Revenge of the Spider Queen (Special Episode 1): scared, rough fights, very stressed

2x01: stressed, exhausted, fought

2x02: stressed, fought

2x03: fought

2x04: stressed

2x05: manipulated, terrified, painful magic used on him, screaming, collapsed, choked, traumatized, exhausted

2x06: stressed, bad memories

2x07: emotional, scared, stressed/exhausted, rough fight, bad memories

2x08: cursed (comedic)

2x09: fought, scared, painful magic used on him, groaning

2x10: sparred (comedic), scared, bad memories, painful magic used on him, powers drained, exhausted, terrified, rough fight, crying, briefly unconscious/held, scratched up/battered, emotional

3x01: stressed, emotional, choked

3x02: stressed

3x03: stressed

3x04: terrified, fought, restrained

3x05: no appearance

3x06: overheated and unconscious (comedic)

3x07: none

3x08: none

3x09: stressed, scared, rough fight, collapsed

3x10: terrified for his friend, very rough fight, exhausted, collapsed, very emotional, crying

Embrace Your Destiny (Special Episode 2): terrified, many rough fights, worried, painful magic used on him, stressed, scared

4x01: traumatized, concern for him, guilty, terrified

4x02: stressed, concern for him, fought

4x03: scared, stressful visions

4x04: stressed

4x05: stressful visions, briefly unconscious

4x06: stressful memories, motion sickness (comedic), existential crisis(?), terrified

4x07: terrified, bad memories, very rough fight, painful transformations/losing control of powers, concern for him, collapsed

4x08: scared, painful transformations/losing control of powers, concern for him, very emotional, fought, collapsed, exhausted, helped to stand, in pain, depressed and angry, crying

4x09: very depressed, scared, painful transformations/losing control of powers

4x10: painful transformations/losing control of powers, frustrated, fought

The Emperor's Wrath (Special Episode 3): stressed, bad memories, painful transformations/losing control of powers (justified crashout), very rough fights, exhausted, collapsed, held

5x01: sleep deprived, depressed, concern for him, carried to bed, nightmares

5x02: rough landing, scared, painful transformations/losing control of powers

5x03: stressed, ominous vision

5x04: stressed, painful transformations/losing control of powers, bad memories

5x05: no appearance

5x06: stressed, worried

5x07: tortured with terrible memories, screaming in pain, concern for him, crying, collapsed, hugged, panicking, painful acquisition of powers

5x08: straining powers, weak, collapsed, sobbing, fought, restrained, concern for him, tries to sacrifice himself

5x09: tries to sacrifice himself, very rough fights, scared, extreme concern for him, crying, sacrifices himself/dies

5x10: crying, angry, briefly unconscious, weak, cradled, sobbing, extreme concern for him, hugged

#whump #whump community #whumplist #whump blog #whump recs #whump recommendation #whumpblr #animated whump #whump gif #whump list

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soulanni-elphaba · 5 months ago

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The evil of the Thriller ahh monologue 💀🙏

#imani watches stuff #heroes 3x01 #heroes nbc #lmao

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lemotmo · 4 months ago

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Episode 16 was written by Tim and Kristen. They don’t usually write together—there are only three episodes they co-wrote: 2x11 – New Beginnings, 7x08 – Step Nine, and 8x16.

Tim wrote:

1x01 – Pilot,

1x02 – Let Go,

1x10 – A Whole New You,

2x01 – Under Pressure,

2x05 – Help Is Not Coming,

2x11 – New Beginnings,

2x18 – This Life We Choose,

5x01 – Panic,

7x01 – Abandon Ships,

7x06 – There Goes the Groom,

7x08 – Step Nine,

8x02 – When the Boeing Gets Tough…,

8x03 – Final Approach,

8x09 – Sob Stories,

8x16.

Kristen wrote:

1x08 – Karma’s a Bitch,

2x03 – Awful People,

2x11 – New Beginnings,

2x13 – Fight or Flight,

3x01 – Kids Today,

3x04 – Athena Begins,

3x17 – Powerless,

3x18 – What’s Next,

4x11 – First Responders,

4x14 – Survivors,

5x04 – Desperate Measures,

5x17 – Hero Complex,

5x18 – Starting Over,

7x08 – Step Nine,

7x10 – All Fall Down,

8x14 – Lab Rats,

8x16.

Honestly, I liked 2x11, but I didn’t like 7x08 that much.

Thank you for this list Nonny. 🤗

I fully agree. I liked 2x11 as well, but 7x08 was not my cup of tea.

I'm curious to see what they'll do with 16. But honestly, the fact that Tim is involved? Yeah, Bobby is alive. 🤷‍♀️

#nonnies galore #tim minear #kristen reidel #911 abc

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chick-with-wifi · 2 years ago

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Meta: Root as the Chosen One

One thing I love about Root's arc is that it's a subversion of the traditional 'Chosen One' narrative.

The Chosen One is usually born with special powers or featured in a prophecy, making them the only one capable of saving the world. Root, however, strong-arms her way into it as an adult by seeking out the Machine for a chance to serve Her ("I don't want to control your Machine. [...] I just want to set it free." 2x01).

The Machine then chooses her as Analog Interface, likely both because of the abilities and loyalty she demonstrated and out of a desire to help her, which Root eagerly accepts ("The Machine offered me a job. She never said it would be easy." 3x17).

This position gives Root special powers through access to the Machine's omniscience. Including real-time updates about her surroundings ("Twelve US Marshals guard the building, plus our friend over there who was scouting the perimeter that we're now inside. Air support is ten minutes out." 3x10), information about people posing a danger to her ("2 O'CLOCK. 2007 ANTERIOR CRUCIATE LIGAMENT TORN." 3x12, via Morse Code) and being told where to aim when shooting people, which she demonstrates to great effect in 3x10 and 3x17.

Being the Analog Interface comes with the job of "trying to save the world, of course. By preventing the emergence of a second machine." (3x17), then later ensuring their survival when Samaritan comes online ("We had to settle for protecting the seven people who might be able to take it back." 3x23) and working to defeat it ("Because this is war. And the thing we're up against, it has virtually unlimited resources." 4x01). Which, as the one person the Machine speaks to directly, only Root can do.

The typical Chosen One is a reluctant hero, who struggles with the pressure thrust upon them or the idea that they are special. Root steps into the role with ease and enthusiasm, immediately considering herself one of the heroes ("I know it seems weird, but I'm one of the good guys now." 3x17). She feels secure in the idea that she's special ("The truth is that She's chosen me." 3x01) and carrying out her job brings her fulfillment, as demonstrated by her blissful expression when being retasked in 3x19.

She has no problem accepting that this mission, which she takes very seriously, means that her fate is no longer hers alone:

Shaw: Wait, Root, is that all? Where are you?

Root: Right where I'm supposed to be. (3x23)

Despite their doubts, the Chosen One is committed to defeating the Big Bad because they want to save the world. Root is immediately dedicated to the cause ("Like I said, we have a larger fight ahead of us. I think we should be together when that begins. Don't you?" 3x10) and willing to do anything, even give her life in service to it ("If I don't see you, Harold, it's been a fun ride." 4x05). However, this hinges on her desire to serve the Machine and protect Shaw and Finch, rather than any concern about the world as a whole:

Root: In the first thirty minutes after Samaritan comes online, a lot of people are gonna be killed. But they're gonna start with four: you, me, your helper monkey, and Shaw. And there won't be a damn thing anyone, including your Machine, can do to stop it. You think I don't care about people, Harold? I'm doing all of this to save you. (3x17)

Therefore, it is only when she loses these three tethers that her doubts show themselves. After Samaritan comes online and her contact with the Machine is severely limited, she begins to struggle ("She was supposed to remake the world. Now God's on the run. I have to keep going. [...] Even without Her, I can still see the edges of the tapestry." 4x05). She sought out this position because she wanted to be the Machine's Chosen One, now she has all but lost that connection yet remains a key player in the fight.

Shaw is then taken by Samaritan (4x11) and Root's devotion to the cause falters for the first time. She begins to disregard what the Machine taught her by preparing to kill Control (4x12) and torturing Leslie Thompson (4x13). When the Machine tells her to stop looking for Shaw, she walks away both from the team and the job that has been her purpose for so long:

Finch: The Machine is asking us to stop looking for her. Perhaps the Machine does know, perhaps it has a plan. But for our own survival, our sanity, I believe we must reconcile ourselves with never knowing the truth. Otherwise, our pursuit of it will consume us entirely.

Root: Goodbye, Harold. (4x13)

The next time we see her, she saves Finch's life and smiles at a security camera, then tells Reese "there's a lot that's new." (4x15). This indicates that she and the Machine have renegotiated and, while Root is working with Her again, she no longer holds the same unwavering faith.

When Finch has a plan to strike a blow against Samaritan that will likely cost his life, Root directly disobeys the Machine:

Finch: My value to the Machine is irrelevant.

Root: You're too important to me.

Finch: The Machine didn't tell you to do this.

Root: She told me not to. I thought I could sacrifice everyone, I really did. Win some, lose some, right? It's for a good cause. But it turns out I can't lose you, Harold. Not you and Shaw. (4x18)

For the first time, she puts her own needs ahead of the 'good cause' she was willing to give everything for and sabotages a chance to defeat the Big Bad, because she found the one thing that matters more to her than her duty. Finch then tells her "I don't want to see you for a while." (4x18).

Despite all of this, she continues to carry out the Machine's instructions and comes to Reese's rescue in 4x19, then goes back to working with the team.

In 4x21 she gets a call appearing to be from Shaw and instantly regrets stopping her search when Shaw has been alive all this time. Prepared to walk into a trap for a chance to save her, Root uses her own life as a bargaining chip to manipulate the Machine into helping them. Once again, she prioritizes the life of her loved one over everything else.

While following this lead, Root learns that Samaritan is close to finding the Machine and her goal expands to protecting both Her and Shaw no matter what:

Root: They're close to finding you. I don't care what happens to me.

Finch: What did the Machine tell you?

Root: She says it's too dangerous.

Finch: I'm inclined to agree.

Root: This isn't just a rescue mission to save Shaw. The Machine needs our help too. If we don't save them, who will? (4x21)

When Samaritan threatens her to get the Machine to reveal Her location, Root begs the Machine not to do it ("Don't do it. Please. Don't give yourself up. Harold was right. We are interchangeable. You can replace us. You can keep fighting." 4x21). All she wants is to protect her loved ones.

The Machine agrees to Samaritan's bargain, then gives the team Her own number to warn them of an imminent system shutdown and directions for how to help Her. When it looks like they won't be able to get there in time, Root gives the Machine an ultimatum - "No more standing on the sidelines. You want us to save your skin? Get in the game." (4x22). Ever since becoming the Analog Interface, she has been helping with the Machine's mission. Now she wants the Machine to help with her mission.

Root and Finch then save the Machine and work tirelessly until they restore Her. Root is also focussed on protecting her loved ones, which has expanded to include Reese and Fusco ("John needs our help now. You have to give us something to work with." 5x05. "An exit strategy. For you and your son to disappear off the grid, just in case." 5x07).

The priority of finding Shaw never leaves Root's mind and eventually she once again forces the Machine to help her by threatening to withhold her cooperation ("I refuse to do one more mission until I know that what I'm doing is going to lead me to Sameen." 5x07). Together they send a message to Shaw, which gives her the motivation she needs to escape, and Root is so desperate to be reunited that she would have given herself up to Samaritan if Reese hadn't intervened.

Throughout all of this, Root remains dedicated to the war against Samaritan and vehemently advocates for them to take a more offensive stance ("We have to be willing to do whatever it takes now, or we've already lost." 5x03). She then adds to the Machine's code to give Her an edge in the fight ("What if I said I hard-coded a little something extra into the system before you closed it for good? I gave Her the capacity to defend Herself." 5x10), thus fulfilling her duty as the Chosen One by using the abilities and loyalty the Machine chose her for to ensure Samaritan's defeat - but for her own reasons: protecting the family this role led her to.

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