#so i got rid of it... sorry angela..

[cent-scratchnsniff]

wanted to just draw her as out of all my time in the game it has just been shitposts or quick doodles when doing angela. 100+ on my first run im not even done...

[deathofaninteriordecorator]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[camchappers]

My head hurts

Sooo after my rant I did yesterday where I was firmly in the "Bobby is meant to be perma 💀 but the show may need to row back on that decision due to the backlash" - I may now be in the "he's buried alive" camp.

THEORIES I CAN'T GET RID OF: 1) I just can't get that leaked script out of my head... like I know it was leaked by Oliver and JLH on April Fools Day of all days, but it just seems... far too elaborate to do just as a prank. It would be a very cruel and callous prank at that too, deliberately winding the fanbase up, as they both posted them the day after the funeral BTS was leaked, so everyone was already losing their minds. Surely they're not that horrible to do that to their loyal fanbase, right? 2) The foreshadowing with Cpt Banner - Brad's character in Hotshots - which Tim has mentioned his interviews... but Cpt Banner actually does survive, despite originally going to be written off. Coupled that with the two IG stories that Oliver posted the day of the funeral of Brad, this all just seems a bit too coincidental? Did Tim mean to do it as a way for the audience to prepare themselves for Bobby's exit, which everyone missed?

3) I think the Star Trek, Wrath of Khan references (also made by Tim) had some potential links there; I've already done another rant about this but some folks on TikTok will probably be able to explain it better than I, particularly with the older Star Trek movies, so I recommend searching that on there or here on Tumblr. (But basically, the script for that movie got leaked ahead of time and it was shown that Spock was going to die, which had the audience in uproar. So instead, they showed him "dying" - in a very similar way to Bobby and his goodbye with Athena also mirrored that - but he then actually was alive in the next movie).

4) Yes I know you have the statement that Pete made and the interviews Tim and Angela have done - but something just feels... off. Tim was asked about that script and he gave a pretty vague, one line answer. Angela's story on how she found out has changed at least a couple of times (said she got a phone call about it, but has also said she found out when she got the script). Pete has only done that one statement and one very short interview with GMA.

5) Just maybe they do actually have two versions of how this next episode will go, and that depended on the audience reaction. I do think now that if Bobby is actually alive, he'll go on to retire and essentially, Peter Krause will still leave the show and perhaps only reappear for the odd appearance throughout s9. 6) Oh and the fact that the funeral procession was very openly leaked. Tim has stated in the interviews that he didn't expect the funeral to be leaked, despite the fact y'know that 9-1-1 is a hugely popular show, it was being filmed in the middle of DOWNTOWN LA in the middle of the day, with a big-ass American flag at the centre of it... and the fact that they didn't even bother to close their set and not let the public in? Heck, they even allowed them to even take pictures with the cast. I'm sorry brother, what? Tim's either extremely naive to think that they would get away with it, or idk, maybe he wanted people to see this. Either way, this is a very experienced showrunner within television. How could he not know that it would inevitably be leaked if he allowed an open set? It just makes zero fucking sense to me that they allowed such a big event to be leaked ahead of time.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN? HONESTLY IDK

I'm honestly fluctuating every day rn with my thoughts and I could be completely wrong, but for me, some things just aren't adding up. Just bring back Bobby in any way, I beg

[tame-a-messenger]

This is going to be unhinged. LOL But, Damangela drought has brought the brain to weird places. So, Smosh got a new HR guy named Nate at the end of 2023. In one of Damien’s late November/early December streams, he mentioned that he was not having a good mental health day but he still wanted to stream (because streaming makes him feel better) so he called HR to ask if it was okay because they would be able to clearly see him doing it. He said at the time they said it was okay. But, afterwards is when he kept talking about having more time coming up.

My theory…HR fucked him over. I don’t know why people think HR is there to help you. They help the company. I think Damien may have been thinking about how to ask how to reduce his workload but HR probably “strongly suggested” he go freelance and convince him it was best for both him and the company. HR isn’t going to get rid of him completely because he didn’t do anything that egregious and he is a popular personality. Now, Damien is busy and it seems it worked out but I don’t think this was entirely his choice. On top of that, this was around the time that the jokes between Angela and Damien breached HR territory (“thank you mommy. Sorry for calling you mommy . We’ll talk about it in HR” “I know Damien’s!”). I think HR may have asked to separate them after a while. LASTLY, on top of that, Damien and Angela always ask for jokes to be removed so maybe they don’t put then together to prevent that as well.

Is there proof of this? Absolutely not. Is this unhinged? Yes. But, thanks for creating a safe space for this. At the end of the day, I think we’ll see more videos of them together but I think it will be in the structured video formats (ex. TNTL, SwordAF) so we’re less likely to see their off the cuff remarks to each other, which sucks because I love those.

Side note: I love Smosh but it’s a business. I think the new HR guy and the Pressalike/Smosh leadership coming together passed its observation stage and moved on to its change stage. I think some crew members felt this as well and this why we’ve had some people leave - Rachel, Heidi, Greg (sound guy), Kimmy, etc.

OOo interesting goss you have, I didn't know they got a new HR guy.

I'm a little confused as to why Damien would have to ask Smosh HR for permission to stream? unless you meant he was asking to go home early/not go into work to stream instead?

As unhinged as your theories could be, I think there's merit in them.

I could see them suggesting to Damien to go freelance (Idk about pressuring him into it, maybe just presented it as a good option for him) because of how much work he's been getting. He does talk about how much he really loves doing voice over, I totally see him wanting that to be his main gig, and wanting to have more time for it.

"the jokes between Angela and Damien breached HR territory (“thank you mommy. Sorry for calling you mommy . We’ll talk about it in HR” “I know Damien’s!”). I think HR may have asked to separate them after a while."

I want to say this seems a little outlandish, but I can't help but focus on how little we've gotten them in videos the last 2 months. EIOYI last supper and a TNTL being the only things they've been in the same room for, seems a little odd? (if we want to include the Mythical cookbook party and the recent VidCon group photo that only makes 4 times the last 2 months they've been publicly next to each other)(and they both appeared in the "Guess Shayne's Favorites" but weren't together) So I honestly can't totally write out that it could be on purpose..

It just feels a bit out of place, they used to be in a large portion of uploads together and then all the sudden we're getting almost nothing?? I get him being busy outside Smosh but he's still in some uploads? like how come Angela has been playing more video games (And getting really good at them) while he's been playing card games? seems like a subversion?

Not to mention how often people around Angela (and Angela herself) bring him up. I'm pretty sure most videos with Ang recently they've mentioned Damien?

"I think we’ll see more videos of them together but I think it will be in the structured video formats (ex. TNTL, SwordAF) so we’re less likely to see their off the cuff remarks to each other, which sucks because I love those."

Yeah, I think so too, it seems like they've pretty much finished doing all of the bi-weekly(?) uploads (like BAF:L, SwordAF) where we knew they'd both have to be there.

Sad times rn.. I just hope Spring has better things in store <3 (and maybe they start up a new playthrough of something? 👀)

"thanks for creating a safe space for this."

You're welcome! I don't think y'all understand how awesome it is to have this space. I get all kinds of different perspectives and new info all the time! I feel like this blog is a newspaper with all the asks about stuff that's going on! like we have our own hub for info about anything them! I want to thank you for sending in asks! <3

"Side note: I love Smosh but it’s a business. I think the new HR guy and the Pressalike/Smosh leadership coming together passed its observation stage and moved on to its change stage. I think some crew members felt this as well and this why we’ve had some people leave - Rachel, Heidi, Greg (sound guy), Kimmy, etc."

THAT IS SUCH A GOOD POINT! We have had a lot of cast/crew leave!

Oh to be a fly on the wall~!

(Side note- SOUND GUY GREG LEFT!!??? HE WAS MY FAVORITE he was like an easter egg in videos! IM GONNA MISS HIM)

Thank you for this Anon! There was a lot of really good information in this! I'll be keeping it in mind for the future! <3

[slice-of-rye-bread]

right so I know there's only like four other people on here that have ever heard of this musical but my school's doing it in march and I'm just the slightest bit obsessed soooooo

The Mystery of Edwin Drood (musical) Incorrect Quotes!

Jasper: And I just want you for my own~ Rosa: Please leave me the fuck alone~ Alice Nutting: You know, I do love working here with the Music Hall Royale. We have a lot of laughs. Also Alice: FUCK OFF JANET. I'M NOT GOING TO YOUR FUCKING BABY SHOWER. (more under cut)

Crisparkle: All the festive decorations are up! There's only one thing left to hang! Everyone else, in complete unison: JASPER. Crisparkle: no.

Datchery: I've connected the dots. Killer: You didn't connect shit. Datchery: I've connected them. Jasper: I'll have you know that I have been a perfectly decent vocal instructor. Puffer: You fucked up a perfectly good kid is what you've done. Look at her, she's got anxiety! Bazzard: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Bazzard: Weight loss? Drink water. Bazzard: Clear skin? Drink water. Bazzard: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them. Puffer: Well, who the fuck- Chairman: LANGUAGE, ANGELA. Puffer: Ah, sorry Bill. Puffer: Whom the fuck- Chairman: When life get tough, I like to look at this photograph of all the actors that I keep in my pocket. Throttle: Aw, that's surprisingly swe- Chairman: It reminds me that if I can deal with those dumbasses on a daily basis, I can deal with anything. Throttle: There it is. Helena: That's ridiculous! Rosa doesn't have a crush on me. Neville: Yes she does. Puffer: Yes she does. Rosa: Yes I do. Helena: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start! Helena: I’ve killed someone, I'd do it again, and I'm not lactose intolerant. Drood, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game. Rosa: Underestimate me. That'll be fun. Chairman: Janet, keep an eye on Alice today. She's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Janet Conover: Sure, I'd love to see Alice getting punched. Chairman: Try again. Janet, sighing: I will try to stop Alice from getting punched. Drood, at the top of a ladder: I'm scared, Jack! Jasper, holding out his arms: Do you trust me, Ned? Drood: Yes! Drood: *hits the ground, hard* Jasper: Rule #1, never trust anybody.

Bazzard: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted posters make it look.

Crisparkle: Impossible burger? Please. Crisparkle: Through Christ, all things are possible. Chairman: Alright, listen up you little shits. Chairman: Not you, Mr. Throttle. You're an angel and we're thrilled you're here. Clive Paget, with his leg stuck in a chair: Now, you may be asking, "How did you do this to yourself, Mr. Paget?" Clive: Well, kids, Mr. Paget hasn't got a damn clue either. Durdles: *Pulls a glass of wine from out of nowhere* Deputy: Where did you get that? Durdles: My pocket. Deputy: How do you keep of glass of wine in your pocket? Durdles: Skills. Jasper: Am I going too far? Rosa: No, no, no. You went too far about two years ago. Now you're going to prison.

[ocstabler]

Law & Order: Organized Crime S1E6

Some thoughts and things from this episode, sorry, no images now. :-(

It's nice that some of the Stabler kids have come to church with Elliot- Eli, Maureen and Elizabeth. Also realistic that they aren't all there and that some would be busy or maybe not even church-goers in their adult life.

Angela was definately looking forward to Elliot's arrival and the look of hurt when he's looking at her knowing that she ordered Kathy's murder is really subtle.

I like Bell's support for Elliot after they have Angela in their cell- that he doesn't want to talk to her and that she doesn't push it. When he does speak to her and find out that Richard would have just as easily had him killed but Angela wanted Elliot to suffer really upset him.

Denise is a bitch to Elliot again. She really doesn't like him. Maybe just the fact that he's a white cop after her nephew gets attacked makes her really despise him but even before that, she was pressing Ayanna to make sure he didn't take over. It's also reminds me of the first episode where Elliot accuses Bell of profiling him, lol! Anyway, I hate her and will be glad when she's left.

Stabler tackling a naked Komarov is like a return to his Oz days. lol!

I like how in the first series when bigging up Jet's work the team would shout 'Sloot!'. Morales and Elliot fist bump a lot as well. It's a shame they got rid of Morales, I really like him and the actor who plays him is charismatic and has presence. Some of the others aren't as dynamic. He could easily have been a main character and fit in really well.

I like scenes between Stabler and Wheatly. I like their Elliot having a nemesis and hope they keep the show going beyond series 5 and give him a new one in the future. I love how Elliot instantly pushes the coffee away that Wheatly orders for him. It's also interesting that Wheatly is so obvious about his weak spot for Angela. It's also nice to see how composed Elliot can be now even with such a personal and painful case for him, he stays measured and calm. I like when he pulls out Kathy's picture from his jacket pocket and says Kathy will be his undoing.

I also like how Elliot reaffirms throughout this episode what a good and kind person Kathy was and that he loved her.

Elliot has another late night at the office and gets emotional and says sorry to Kathy. I really like that that they don't brush of Elliot's grief with Kathy. It's there the whole way through the show, in different degrees but he doesn't just get over it and it feels very real.

It's also a nice touch that he took the picture from the frame on his desk and is replacing it at the end of the episode.

[cuddleswinchester]

If you want, I'd love to hear more about how you'd rewrite The Office! :3

Ohhhh omg ??? Thank you!! I might not have many coherent thoughts. This show is the background noise in my brain I watch it every night so it’s hard to like. Explain. But I’ll try 😂

It’s the only show I’ve gotten stuck so hard on that doesn’t feel queer to me at all I cannot even put on the gayest lenses I have and see anything in there. So it’s gotta be more queer. Yes even when we see Oscar dating men. I can help them w that. The Oscar-Angela-Dwight coparenting plot is my favorite kind of situation I would love to enhance that. Generally I prefer the earlier seasons so I’d want to change a lot in the later arcs for sure. MORE KAREN I’d give us more Karen and she did nothing wrong!!!! I’d get rid of all the ‘x has to move’ plots re Michael and Holly and I’d get rid of Holly’s new bf we didn’t need him. I would have Kelly and Andy date briefly and it would be a disaster for all involved (the entire office is involved, naturally.) MORE BOB AND PHYLLIS love those freaks ❤️ wouldn’t bother with Jim and Pam ever thinking they need to keep their relationship a secret, flimsy plot to me. I would’ve made Dwight manager right away when Michael left and not have any of the guest stars or new recurring characters come in. I like DM being bought out but I don’t like all the constant cast changes that came with it, I just never got to like any of them as much. What else what else. I’m sorry for this 😭 😂 thank you for asking!!! I love this show so much despite it being very not my thing on, haha, paper

Belatedly editing this to add and I would’ve kept Ryan at corporate. I thought that was SUCH a great decision and then they had to quickly undo it to get BJ back to the writers room or whatever but like. I thought that was a great contrast to Michael and w Ryan never making a sale but being in charge rly good stuff. I would’ve extended his downfall and then never brought him back to the office. It doesn’t make sense for him to keep being allowed back. I would’ve nixed the Michael Scott paper company arc too. I don’t think their attempts to get outside of the office set did any favors.

[my-mt-heart]

hi, Mt. This might cause some negative energy and I'm sorry, but I hope its still okay to write this to you. If you can't post, that's okay too. As much as I love Caryl and Melissa, I think I have to walk away. Fandom has always been too intense for me, so I like to stay hidden, but I like reading all the articles and following along on filming. Everything about S1 was making me uncomfortable. Daryl was being weird a lot of times and the things the producers kept saying, I kept wanting to argue with. I thought now that S1 is over and Melissa is announced, things would be a lot better. I do like all the photos of Melissa and I liked the little trailer we got, but something about this show feels very wrong. You talked about a lot of the things I noticed on my own, the way it still feels like Daryl is the most important and Carol doesn't mean as much because she's not in the title. That's just an example. I hate that. And I hate that the producers are making that feeling worse every chance they get. Zabel, he just makes me mad because his way of explaining Daryl and now Carol sounds like he's just ranting and sometimes doesn't make any sense. I don't think Daryl can make deep relationships that quickly for example. But Norman and Greg Nicotero, what they say sounds worse to me. Some people aren't going to like me saying this and I don't mean to cause you any trouble since it's your tumblr. The way they insult Melissa sometimes and hurt the fans to make us seem unimportant or dumb, it makes me feel like I'm in another abusive relationship and that's what I need to get away from. I thought about just staying off the internet and watching the show, but their behavior makes me worry about the show too. I believe you about them refusing a new showrunner who's a woman and it's not just because you said it. It's because it fits with past things they've done. Norman admitted getting rid of Angela Kang and then they hired Zabel who is a white man just like them. I won't be able to take it if Caryl's relationship is ruined. I didn't have much when I was young, including love. I was trapped in the same cycle for a long time. Watching Caryl gave me a lot of hope because they were similar to me and I wanted them to be together to know some happiness is still possible even if life has been so hard. Maybe they will, but it's not worth all this suffering in the meantime. I don't think I'll find characters like them again, but I'll find something that makes me feel joy every day, not misery and anger. Thank you for listening and for making me feel not so alone for a while. Thank you to Melissa McBride for being so talented and lovely. I wanted to be able to thank Norman too. I'm just too hurt right now, but Daryl will still have a special place in my heart right beside Carol as it should be.

***I'm including a trigger warning here and kindly asking anyone who reads to please be respectful of this anon's experiences***

Anon, you don't have to apologize. It's always bothered me when we assign each other a "negative" or "positive" disposition when in reality it's perfectly human to form nuanced opinions. Last year wasn't kind to Caryl fans at all, so seeing Melissa filming again and seeing bts photos of Caryl again felt like the first warm day after a brutal winter (to quote my favorite podcast hosts 🤪❤️). I think every single one of us wants to hold onto that feeling. I'm happy for those who are succeeding. We deserve to finally look forward to the Daryl and Carol show we were promised.

That being said, I also empathize with those who are having a difficult time holding on. I am one of those people myself. One day it feels like we're getting something exciting, like the first Caryl photos let's say, and the next we're getting dumped on. Case in point, an actor who isn't even on the show taking the opportunity to call Caryl's/Carol's fans toxic and using Melissa's return to self-promote. Or how about another actor using sexist language to attack the same fans because he didn't like the criticism the show was getting. Or the showrunner teasing another ship with zero regard for a significant portion of his soon-to-be audience (Caryl fans). It’s all very discouraging, especially when the intervals in between the bad PR get shorter and shorter.

As for the male EPs’ off-putting behavior, you aren’t the first person to describe it to me the way you did, far from it, which is just to say you aren’t alone. Thank you for sharing a little bit about yourself even though it couldn’t have been easy. I’ll share that when I was growing up, the men in my life would often display an urgent need to be in control, to let everyone know they were the boss and what they said goes. Tracking this show has definitely brought up a lot of the anxiety I thought I’d dealt with already, that Daryl helped me deal with when I first started watching TWD, so I completely understand where you're coming from.

The show we were promised in 2020 was a Daryl and Carol show. Theoretically, now that Melissa is back, it should be a Daryl and Carol show again. That’s what Melissa signed on for and her EP title is supposed to be equal to Norman’s. But Norman, Nicotero, and AMC are not honoring that. You already mentioned the title, so I’ll use another example. Norman said S2 is Carol’s story before amending to Carol and Daryl stories paralleling each other. Either way, why is his character the only one on the clapperboard? Where’s Carol? In that tiny plane?

These may seem like non-issues on the surface, but as I've talked about before, people working on the show can use them as cues to establish a chain of command different from what's in contracts. The male EPs can use them to drown out Melissa's voice in instances of disagreement. The showrunner is a big one. How about directors? Are they all white men again? Who's deciding that? And how can that be the only perspective we're getting if S2 is centered around a heavily-nuanced female character, a mother, a survivor of domestic abuse, a frequent target of misogyny and ageism on SM ? Melissa's input is highly valuable. I'm in no way diminishing that or suggesting she's helpless, but she needs to be shown all the professional courtesy she deserves, as an equal. If fans are seeing evidence to the contrary, and we absolutely can see that, it undermines the narrative we've been invested in all this time: Carol beating the odds over and over again, proving her worth, and becoming a leader.

I'm really sorry that you're feeling mistreated by a show you used as a source of comfort. It's not how things are supposed to work. There should be no gaslighting, no sexist name-calling, no playing into your fears, no insulting your intelligence, no making you feel unheard. Explicit canon is something that needs to happen, but it won't take away the discomfort you're feeling unless we can get someone else in a position of power to push for Caryl, Carol, and the Daryl we know, with Melissa. That's honestly what I'm waiting to see at this point. AMC needs to make big changes. In the meantime, please take care of yourself, anon. Your wellbeing comes first.

[bambirex]

It's A Game We Play: Chapter 5

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 13,761 words

Chapter word count: 3,051 words

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: In which Jaskier has to deal with PVSD (post-Valdo Stress Disorder), feral goats, and three people from his past that he thought would never ever see again.

Author's notes: Jaskier deserves a break, but he isn't getting one. Sorry, my poor son. I'm continuing my stride of inflicting more emotional turmoil on these poor, unfortunate souls.

Read on Ao3

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By the time Jaskier got home, he managed to calm down a little bit. Well, he wasn't ready to commit gruesome murder anymore, but his brain was still ticking like a bomb just imagining Valdo Marx's smug grin. Why was this happening to him? What has he done to deserve this? It must have been a cruel, sick play of fate that Sara's mother happened to be best friends with the manager of Valdo's annoying theater band. Jaskier would have to sit down with her and beg her to pick someone else- surely there were other bands that wouldn't ask for millions just to play at a small wedding!

Worst case scenario, he would ask Priscilla and Essi to back him up and play some Sandpipers songs. Amaryllis specifically asked him not to play, because she wanted Jaskier there as a father, not as an employee, but desperate times called for dramatic measures. Either way, Jaskier needed to figure out a way to get rid of his rival before he ruined his beloved baby's big day.

The inn was bustling with guests at this time of the year. Each of them greeted Jaskier happily when he walked through the door. It made Jaskier smile. He had many guests who returned each year, and he saw new faces as well all the time. It was a small business, but people loved the Dandelion Inn, and its owner. Jaskier just wished the costs of holding up a place like that would be cheaper. He's been struggling with paying the bills on time lately, and since the inn was a mostly seasonal business, he had trouble scraping enough money together in the quieter months. But Jaskier promised Auntie he wouldn't let the inn fall apart, no matter what happened.

"Have you seen Amaryllis today?" Jaskier asked Angela, his receptionist. She was a sweet old lady who was hired by Auntie, and Jaskier refused to kick her out, even though she worked slowly and kept mixing up the room numbers. In fact, Jaskier refused to fire anyone from the old staff. There weren't many job opportunities on the island, and even though Jaskier struggled with the costs of keeping all the staff, he didn't want to put them out on the street.

"She had to go to the library, emergency call," Angela explained, not even looking up from her magazine. Jaskier raised an eyebrow.

"Emergency? In a library?"

"The pipes started leaking and she was called in for emergency inventory. But before that, she dropped off a girl here and said something about the goat shed, but I couldn't hear her, you know my ear isn't that good anymore, dear."

"Okay," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. "Wait, what girl? Sara?"

"No, not Sara! I would recognize her! No, it's that one, sitting at that table!"

Jaskier turned to where Angela pointed. A teenage girl with ashen blonde hair was sitting at a table in the lobby, doodling in the guest book. Jaskier didn't recognize her as one of the guests, but with his head being all over the place lately, it was entirely possible he just forgot he's seen her before.

The girl looked up from the guest book and caught Jaskier staring. She grinned and waved at him. Jaskier waved back with a smile. Yeah, must have been one of the guests. He needed to keep better track of these things.

Amaryllis did help him out at the inn when she could, but she had a job at the library and couldn't always be there. Which was a shame, because her memory was much better than Jaskier's. Unfortunately, Jaskier was getting old, he needed to accept it.

"Did Amaryllis say if she fed the goats?" He asked Angela. She didn't react.

"Angela!"

"What was that, dear? You know my hearing isn't great!"

"The goats," Jaskier said louder, articulating each word, "did Amaryllis feed them?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Jaskier sighed, slumping against the reception desk. "Great. I'll have to deal with those stinky beasts again."

Another thing Auntie entrusted him with before she died was taking care of her herd of goats. As much as Jaskier loved his aunt, he did curse her sometimes for leaving those animals in his care. He inherited the whole place: not just the inn, but the small flat connected to it where he now lived, and that godforsaken goat shed in the yard.

Jaskier was pretty sure those goats had a personal agenda against him. They were so sweet with the guests, patiently letting small children pet them. They even posed for photos. And they absolutely adored Amaryllis, who, for some reason Jaskier couldn't comprehend, loved those monsters back. Jaskier still remembered the headache when his five years old daughter toddled inside the house with a baby goat in her arms and asked Jaskier if the goat could sleep in her bed. When Jaskier said no, Amaryllis managed to smuggle it in anyway, causing Jaskier a near heart attack when he pulled back the covers one day, and found a goat in the bed instead of his child.

Despite their otherwise sweet behavior, the goats acted completely feral around Jaskier. They bit him and knocked him over constantly, and Jaskier was sure his eardrums would give in one day with how loud they kept screaming. Maybe they sensed he wasn't exactly fond of them. All the same, they were a necessary evil that came with his inheritance.

He changed his clothes quickly, because he was sure his pretty floral shirt would be ripped apart by the goats. He changed it to a simple white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before he grabbed a bucket, cursing under his breath all the way to the shed.

"First Valdo Marx, then these fucking goats," Jaskier huffed, "what's next? The aliens will come to abduct me? Fuck's sake. Emergency inventory, my god. As if they don't have several copies of War and Peace. No, let's save the books, it's all fine, who cares that I will be murdered by these monsters?"

He came to a halt before the shed, taking several deep breaths. Alright, he needed to calm down a little bit. He experienced too much stress lately with the wedding planning. Deep breaths, positive thoughts, he told himself. Everything was gonna be okay.

He opened the door and slipped inside the shed, holding the bucket out in front of him like a shield. Just like that, one of the goats, an old, black one that Jaskier was convinced was Satan himself in disguise, knocked into it, sending vegetables flying.

"Asshole," Jaskier huffed, entangling the goat's horns that got twisted in the handle of the bucket. "I brought you lunch, and that's how you thank me!?"

He heard something stir in the corner. One of the baby goats kept sniffing at a large haystack, craning its neck to look behind it. It started stomping on the floor with its hooves, the sound not helping Jaskier's impending headache.

"The hell are you doing there...?"

Jaskier's face went pale when he noticed something that looked like a human leg, pulling back behind the haystack. The blood ran cold in his veins. Someone was in his shed.

"Amaryllis?" He tried. No response came. Jaskier's heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. He slowly approached the haystack, the hairs on his arms standing on end. When he said he was gonna be abducted, he meant it as a joke!

"Who's there?" Jaskier called again, trying to will his voice not to tremble. "I have a metal bucket in my hands, it hits hard! And I have pepper spray in my pocket! And a rape whistle! I would reveal myself if I were you before it was too late, because I'm... I'm feral!"

A hand emerged from behind the haystack, palm up, as if signaling they came with peace. Jaskier still held onto the bucket, just in case.

The rest of the stranger's body was revealed. Jaskier's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape. He wobbled on his feet, white noise filling his head. His vision started to swim as amber eyes looked into his own. Familiar white hair, with a few pieces of hay stuck into it. A painfully sharp jawline, now covered with a beard. A tall, broad built, that didn't seem to change all that much since Jaskier last saw him. And he still wore black, from head to toe.

Before Jaskier had a chance to say or do anything, another figure emerged from behind the hay. Jaskier's jaw somehow dropped even lower as he spotted that reddish-blond hair, and those always inquiring blue eyes. Sharp features with thicker stubble than last time. That lean body, clad in expensive clothes. That careful little smile.

Jaskier dropped the bucket, the sound like a gunshot when the third figure came in sight. Black hair, not reaching the middle of her back anymore, just falling past her shoulders. Intense violet eyes. Plump lips, a little chapped. Warm skin and a black dress that hugged her still perfect body.

They all changed here and there, but they mostly looked the same. There was no mistaking them for anyone else. Now, Jaskier only had one question.

"What in the fucking fuck of a fucking hell you all are doing here!?"

"Jaskier," Radovid spoke first, his voice dripping with fake confidence, even though his eyes looked alarmed at Jaskier's outburst. "It's so good to see you, again."

"What are you doing in my goat shed," Jaskier wasn't proud of the way his voice came out as a whimper. But, excuse his French, he was shocked as all hell. Three figures from his past, three people he's romanced literal decades ago, the three people in the sea of his one-night stands that left the biggest mark on him, now stood in front of him. He blinked several times, but the vision didn't pass. They remained standing there, confused, as if they weren't the ones who showed up here for no reason.

"That's a long story," Yennefer sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blinked up at Jaskier. "Shit, it's been a while. I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Me neither," Geralt chimed in. He gave Jaskier a small, uncertain smile. Jaskier did his best to ignore the feeling it gave him. "You look..."

"No, no, you're not getting out of this without an explanation," Jaskier scoffed. He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them with all the anger he could muster. "Why are you even on the island? What do you want?"

"What do you mean," Radovid chuckled, a little bitterly, "what do we want? Is this a joke?"

"If it is, it's not funny," Yennefer scoffed. She gently pushed a baby goat away that tried to chew on her dress. "We didn't travel hours on a fucking ferry for you to pretend like you don't know why we're here."

"What!?" Jaskier could feel himself getting hysterical. "What kind of sick prank is this? Which one of you came up with this? How do you even know each other!?"

"Jaskier, we came as quickly as we could," Geralt said. "We dropped everything at home just to come here. It's been... a very weird and exhausting couple of hours. Would you tell us what's going on?"

"Me? You tell me what's going on! I haven't seen your faces in twenty years, and now you suddenly pop up in my freaking goat shed!? And I'm the one who owes YOU an explanation!?"

"You were the one who wrote to us!" Radovid said, pointing a finger at Jaskier and making him raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sent us all an ominous letter, about some life and death situation and how we needed to come see you in person," Yennefer explained. "And that we should pack enough clothes for a few weeks. You promised you would be at the dock, but it was actually your..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jaskier interrupted her, holding his hands up. He looked over all of them, his confusion growing with each passing second. "Hold your goddamn horses. I did not write you a letter. I didn't write a letter to anyone, let alone the three of you."

"Okay, then what is this?" Geralt asked, reaching into his pocket. He handed Jaskier a crumpled piece of paper. Jaskier skimmed it. The lines blurred together in front of his eyes as he realized what happened.

"That's not my handwriting," he whispered to mostly himself, "that's Amaryllis's."

Oh, holy sweet cow. It all started to make sense. Amaryllis asking about her other parent. Her expressing the need to find out who it is, so they could be there at her wedding. His diary mysteriously switching places in his drawer. He did not misplace that diary. Amaryllis must've taken it out and read it. And she was a smart girl, and a very determined one, as well... if she read it all, if she read about Jaskier's affairs, she put the pieces together - the pieces that Jaskier never dared to.

He nearly collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet because Geralt caught him around the waist, holding him up.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. The other two moved closer, hovering at his side anxiously. He was surrounded by them in his anguish. It triggered an old dream, a wish he had made a long time ago. Memories flooded his brain, memories of the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life. Pathetically sobbing for someone to come and hold him - Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer, someone, please. I can't do this alone. I wish you were here and held my hand. Auntie, why did you have to leave me so soon? Hell, Mum, I hate you for what you did to me, but I would settle for even you. I just don't wanna give birth alone, don't wanna raise this baby alone, I'm scared, I can't do this...

"My daughter wrote to you," Jaskier whispered. He tore himself away from them, stumbling on his feet. "She pretended to be me to lure you here."

"Fuck," Yennefer whispered, "we've met her."

Jaskier snorted. "You did, huh? I guess she was the one waiting on the docks, then."

"Indeed," Radovid sighed. "She said something about how we should get to know each other better before her wedding, and that one of us should be there for some reason. Then, she practically shoved us back in our cars and told us to drive here. She made us hide out here and she promised she would explain everything, but she got a phone call and left."

"This isn't real," Jaskier laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "This is a nightmare. No, actually, I think I'm dead. And now I'm in hell. Oh, I might be burning soon!"

"Why did Amaryllis write to us?" Geralt asked. "And why does she want us to be there at her wedding?"

"Oh, that's gonna be great. Just absolutely gorgeous. I'm going to strangle her."

"Jaskier," Yennefer hissed, "would you calm down and tell us what's going on!?"

"So, none of you have a hunch," Jaskier snorted. He sighed deeply at their confused stares. "Well, I assume you all realized I've gotten to know each of you pretty well in the past."

"Yeah, we got that," Radovid huffed. Jaskier ignored the emotion the sheer jealousy in his voice evoked in him.

"Well. I have a suggestion why Amaryllis picked you three out of my past affairs, specifically."

Geralt sent him a confused look. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she read my diary, where I wrote about you. And the entries were dated. And well, she might have done a little bit of Math. Which wasn't difficult, considering I'm unmated, so no known daddy or mommy disrupting this lovely picture."

Recognition soon started seeping into their eyes. Their faces turned pale simultaneously.

"When was Amaryllis born?" Radovid asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaskier rubbed at his temples, feeling his headache increase.

"May 2003. You're good at Math, aren't you?"

"Now I wish I wasn't," Radovid groaned. Yennefer's eyes widened.

"You're implying that one of us...?"

Geralt swore under his breath. Jaskier imagined the goat shed collapsing over them. He wished it would happen.

"That one of you is Amaryllis's other parent, yes. And she clearly figured that out, too. Congratulations to someone here, I guess."

The silence was deafening except for the goats bleating in the background. Jaskier's three ex lovers stood still as statues, none of them daring to say anything. Jaskier felt a tear run down his face, but he felt too exhausted to wipe it off.

He struggled so hard to forget about them, to erase their smiles, their voices from his mind. To stop remembering their warmth, the feeling of their arms around him. The thought of seeking them out was constantly on the back of his mind after he found out he was pregnant. He knew their address, but he also knew that he didn't mean anything to either of them, not the way they meant to him. They had other things to take care of, and Jaskier wasn't one of them. Would they have even come back, if they found out Jaskier was pregnant? Would they have cared at all? Geralt, with his insistence that he couldn't give Jaskier what he wanted anyway, Radovid with that giant company, and Yennefer who had better hopes than tying herself down on a tiny island - they wouldn't have come back for him, no way.

Why they were here now, Jaskier didn't understand. Why now, after so many years? How come they didn't forget about him? Why were they standing here, staring at him in confusion, after twenty years, just because of a stupid letter?

Maybe it was because they actually... no, he couldn't allow himself to go there. They didn't love him. Not like that. This was all just a giant misunderstanding.

Jaskier felt like he was going to get sick. This was just too much.

He faintly heard them calling his name as he stormed out of the shed, but he didn't turn around.

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 23

“We should have been more careful. Vince promised to cooperate for a lesser sentence but he was playing all of us.”

Booth just shook his head at the detective.

“It’s alright, no one could have predicted what he would do. I just feel better knowing that he’s dead.”

The detective nodded as the last of the officials started to leave. Vince’s body had been taken and all the evidence was gathered. Sweets was adamant that as soon as the blade was processed as evidence they needed to destroy it. The effects were too dangerous. There was little complaint given how the last dealings with Kryptonite went.

“Are you sure you and your people don’t want to go to the hospital?” Booth shook his head.

“We’re fine. Thanks for everything. I’ll make sure everyone gets home safe.” He advised.

With one last look, the detective left. The lab was now empty. Given the circumstances Camille had put in word for it to be closed the following day. Angela had fished out a bottle of what looked like scotch from the office. She came back with Hodgins and a handful of glasses. Sitting on the floor, she shared the glasses out. When she got to you, you waved her off.

“That’s okay, I can’t get drunk.”

They all looked over at you, and you just let out an awkward laugh. There was a lot that needed to be discussed. More than anything you wanted to say thank you. Not just the fact that they knew and were still sitting here with you, but for Booth’s urgency in dealing with the situation and the team for helping.

“Alright (Y/N), you need to get rid of those clothes. Burn them, whatever. Hodgins, Bones, we need a solution to clean every last drop of her blood. It needs to be squeaky clean.”

They both nodded, taking off. You were just staring.

“Angela, help her get changed.”

She was at your side in seconds with a smile, whisking you away. Sweets wanted to follow, but Booth stopped him.

“You’re with me. We need to do security. Grab your gun. We aren’t sure if he told any of his buddies. No one else is getting in here to hurt my family.” Booth’s words were resolute and Sweets sent one last look in your direction before he nodded, moving to grab his gun as he joined him.

Booth had taken charge in an instant and it’s the only reason every officer that walked in hadn’t found out that you’d basically come back from the dead. Angela started pouring for everyone and when she was done, she gave herself a little extra as she sat down in the small circle.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s all you could say. You’d basically blurted it out and Sweets rubs your arm.

“I should have been honest. I should have said something.”

“Nothing you could have told us would have changed what happened tonight. The guy is a psycho. From the moment you stopped him he’d probably already made his plan. This wasn’t your fault.” Booth was trying to be reassuring, but you still felt responsible.

“This isn’t exactly something that’s easy to grasp. We can’t blame you for keeping it a secret. I should have been more careful about the rocks. It’s my fault for being reckless.” Camille says.

You share a look with Sweets before you shake your head with a laugh.

“I appreciate that, but I didn't get my powers from the kryptonite.”

Now they’re confused.

“I don’t understand, Vince said that you did. He said they had special effects on others as well.” Brennan intervenes.

There’s no easy way for you to say it, so you might as well just rip the bandaid off.

“I’m an alien.”

“Excuse me!” Hodgins already looks besides himself.

“When you were all joking about it, I was serious. In a way it was the one time I was honest. I was brought here in a spaceship. When I was younger there was a war on my planet. Krypton. The war destroyed my planet, I had nowhere to go so I ended up on earth. The kryptonite is fragments from my home. The atmosphere of space altered their properties. That’s why other people were affected and why they are so dangerous for me. It’s one of the few things that can kill me.”

It’s a lot to take in, there’s no doubt about that. But it feels good to get it off your chest. You’re sort of anticipating what they will say. How they are going to react.

“So you’re actually an alien?” Camille clarifies.

You nod.

“Huh, I always thought you would be green, and naked.” Booth chimes in. Angela smacks his arm.

“Oww! What don’t tell me you all weren’t thinking the same thing!”

“We weren’t.” Brennan states.

Booth is still pouting. Hodgins looks smug.

“Just for the record, I’d like to say that I was right. I’ll accept apologies.” His chin is lifted and Angela rolls her eyes.

“Please, if we listen to every theory you have there wouldn’t be enough space in our head to store all the information.” They all share a laugh at that as they continue to drink. You’re a bit surprised that they are taking it all so well.

It must be the alcohol, or maybe the near death experience.

“Can you fly?” Booth asks.

“I can.”

“No way! You have to show us!” Booth and Hodgins say in unison.

Yep, it has to be the alcohol.

Sweets waves his hand.

“While she’ll love to entertain your interest, I think it goes without saying that this needs to be a secret. No one else can know. We’re all government workers and we understand how the world works. If the wrong person were to find out, (Y/N) would be in danger. They’ll weaponize her, or worse use her to create something dangerous. We’ve seen what war has done, both on her planet and ours. We all need to promise right here and now that we take this to the grave.”

Sweets speech causes an array of reactions. The air is heavy, and you can’t say that you blame them. Knowing is one thing, but the weight that your secret carries isn’t small.

“I promise.”

Brennan is the first to speak, and you lift your head when she raises her glass. She sends a smile, and you return it. One by one they all raise their glasses, repeating her words.

“To the grave.”

They all respond. With a dip, they all down their drinks, laughing at the burn. Angela reaches for the bottle as she starts pouring for herself, then passing the bottle.

It gets to you and Hodgins pauses.

“Oh right, no go on getting drunk. That must suck. You know I could probably make a-”

“NO!”

They all yell.

You laugh and he looks offended.

You couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

[bonniehooper]

MR. ROBOT REWATCH, 3x02: “eps3.1_undo.gz”

-"Saying something dumb in front of your crush, talking shit about your boss and accidently sending the email to them, and bringing upon the economic downfall of the world", yeah Elliot those are totally oopsies that are exactly on the same level. Great examples of stuff people would love to hit the "undo" button on. Very relatable.

-This introduction video for Evil Corp looks like something I'd see in Doctor Who.

-My guy, Elliot does not give a fuck about what you are saying.

-Really dude? He is trying to save your company, and you don't care?

-Of course, Elliot hacked his manager to get rid of him.

-Elliot, sweetie, I'm sorry, but no one cares about what you're trying to do.

-Oh shit, someone finally listened to him?! Also, why am I not surprised that it was a woman to finally take what he said seriously.

-Oh my God, he's cleaning house. I love it.

-Oh wow, he's not saying Evil Corp anymore?

-Oh Elliot, my poor baby.

-Krista! Oh, I've missed you.

-It's Elliot's birthday?

-Is Mr. Robot not coming out or is he hiding that he is coming out from Elliot?

-I'm glad Krista knows almost everything so Elliot can be a little more open with her than he used to be.

-It's so surreal to see him talking about a happy memory he had with Darlene.

-Oh, he hasn't told Krista about his dad pushing me out the window? Wait, why did he think he had told Krista?

-Joanna!! What is she doing on this show?

-I still can't believe they got Scott arrested for his wife's murder.

-Wait, who is recording this fsociety video?

-Oh, Darlene you are so wrong. Elliot has a very close relationship with Tyrell.

-Wait, is this the episode Joanna dies?

-Is that Joanna's boy toy?

-That is still so crazy to me that they kill off Joanna. Also, the camera's pan to her baby screaming, covered in Joanna's blood, while "Listen to Your Heart" is playing is crazy!

-WHOSE BRAIN ARE WE CUTTING OPEN? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS TRANSITION?!

-Oh my God, it was Joanna's head. Holy fuck.

-Dom: "What about the baby? Once we contact the next of kin-" Santiago: "We're not contacting them. He's going to social services. Don't be soft. Not now." Okay, but you don't need to punish the baby because he had shitty parents.

-I don't trust Santiago at all!! Dom is right and he won't listen to her at all.

-Darlene just wanted her brother back.

-Elliot doesn't want to be alone and wants Darlene to stay with him. I'm unwell!!

-The tension between Price and Whiterose is so good. I love it so much.

-Shit, he's using Angela against Price.

-Darlene, what are you doing? Don't betray Elliot.

-Oh shit, it was Mr. Robot interrogating her.

-Wait, who is in control right now? Elliot or Mr. Robot?

-Oh, Elliot wants Krista to talk to Mr. Robot.

-Wow, it's crazy to see Rami playing Mr. Robot.

-I love seeing Christian and Gloria acting together.

-Holy shit, that scene was intense.

-So, are they completely cut off from each other? When Elliot's conscious Mr. Robot doesn't see or hear what he does and vice versa?

-Why is this asshole here? Does he have Flipper in his hands? Give her back to Elliot then!

-Yay! Flipper's back!!

-What's wrong with computer? What is it, Elliot?

-Wait, did Darlene put something on Elliot's computer?

-Oh my God, she did!!

-Is someone watching Dom?

-Oh shit, did Elliot use the link to find out Darlene's location?

-That's how it ends?!

[dick-meister]

Soft feather fall snow fell within his home as a couple of white feathers followed. Folling those feathers, Angela appeared beside him, a gentle hand resting on his back.

"Adam.." Her voice was soft, gentle..understanding.

"I saw what happened. I..am sorry for your loss. I've no obligations at the moment. So, should you wish to have a shoulder to lean upon, I volunteer my own."

How sad was it, that the supposed enemy to his cycle showed him such care like this. The hand on his back would have made him jump if he had the energy to. Dirt filled hands smeared the wood floor with evidence of the recent burial of his closest partner. He was quiet for a long moment, not responding nor reacting to the words.

How many times would these floors embrace the First Man? This was the third time. It was almost a customary practice at this point. The Gardner, who couldn’t take on much more, attempted to soldier on until his legs and will gave out. And now? There wasn’t much left within him.

Yes. Lucifer buried Lilith, but he got her back. They both had lost their first born but Adam kills his own kin on a yearly basis. Adam had someone to talk to, he had someone he felt comfortable to confide in. But now? He was stuck. Who could he really ask that would sit and listen? Who could he trust to take his words seriously or his feelings for that matter? That wasn’t the point here however…

He is a villain, just like he told to Charlie. It’s only appropriate for the antagonist of this Crusade to be the one to attempt to comfort him. Be that as it may, regardless of the gentle tone and the nature of her touch, it didn’t get rid of the fact that they weren’t on the same team and that whatever words he would confide to her would simply be temporary. Adam seemed to have his own personal cycle within this universe. One that would never cease. A rise and fall, pulling himself back up, moving forward and compiling everything and putting it away until he exploded or lost all manner of feeling.

“No.” A simple answer, his head keeps to the side, looking idly to the walls to his right, not to the woman who was at his shoulder. A sigh leaves him. He has nothing more to say to the Angel. Pity from the enemy was a fate worse than death in his eyes. He would rather be hated, at least then they would be willing to kill him.

“Just… Leave me alone…”

[kiss2012]

finale thoughts

im done making excuses for this kim and marisol plotline it’s so dumb. they did the marisol break-up off-screen so idk why she had to be here this season at all.

devin kelly deserved better than this…she did the best with what she could but this never should’ve happened at all i can think of a thousand different ways to have done this. we didn’t even get any more shannon flashbacks. we could have seen how they met or gotten flashbacks of her life separate from eddie…

buck and eddie scene is so crazy. and i can’t believe buck didn’t even get the chance to go in and talk to chris THAT MAKES ME SO SICK also thinking about how he chose to call his grandparents instead of buck this time. and it’s like. i think it’s partly because he knew they’d take his side over eddie’s, and he thought buck would take eddie’s side

at least eddie looks beautiful.

what goes on through his brain tho 😭 the happy selfie with kim???? while he was mentally going through it?????

I LOVE HEN AND IM SAD ABOUT MARA

fuck off i hate this athena plotline. u know what if it had been amir he’d be justified. like angela bassett is slaying but yikes.

ohhhh but athena bringing back her past and how she’s connected to amir is good

MADDIE HAN 🩷 i did think they would both hyphenate maddie and chimney buckley-han but since we have jee buckley-han i love this <3

the cartel thing is dumb i can’t believe they got rid of the grant-nash family home (hugely important thing for bobby and athena) and the culprit is the cartel 🙄

girl bobby’s awake already??? he was barely in a coma i expected more from this???

i don’t care about tommy’s daddy issues or lack thereof.

fear im becoming a tommy hater actually. i liked him in 7x03, was fine with him in 7x04-7x05, was not a big fan in 7x06, was even less of a fan in 7x09, but now im actively annoyed…

the daddy kink scene???? 😭 made me cringe tbh. respect to those of you who feel like you’re winning but in my book this is out-of-place and out-of-pocket for the moment buck was trying to share something. genuine and heartfelt. and tommy. was there. and said that. ok. they also had no chemistry in that scene. sorry.

omg im SO MAD about this eddie plotline

MAY 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank god you’re here. and im so glad harry’s here too. this was a good scene.

buck christopher scene this is not a drill….

don’t think i would call helena and ramon “awesome grandparents” but ok buck.

EDDIE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i want to bang my head into the wall why couldn’t they have just said “for the summer” he’s staying with his grandparents “for the summer” WHY DID THEY DO THIS

he could have stayed with pepa??

why did they bring back abuela for the wedding and not for this??

not a single carla mention huh

trying to convince myself that chris going to texas is the 911 version of rory staying with her grandparents in gilmore girls season 6 and like that storyline it will be terrible to watch but in a compelling way because eventually they reunite and everything’s great

but this isn’t helping to console me cause the two situations are different and the 911 one DIDNT NEED TO HAPPEN AND IM MAD

madney taking mara in is the sweetest

i love amir

ok but can bobby please say he also admires amir and that amir should get to build a life also????

ravi <33333333

why did they bring back gerard that’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard it makes no logical sense that man should be dead or retired by now

well. i wouldn’t really hate this episode if not for the eddie stuff as that makes me blind with rage (and if they had just said FOR THE SUMMER it would’ve been a tiny bit better). the bathena stuff had its highs and lows mostly lows. don’t appreciate how amir was treated for this storyline. madney slayed. mara didn’t deserve this and neither did henren or denny. buck’s stuff was…ok i guess….his scenes with christopher and eddie and the 118 were great his scene with tommy was bad he for some reason did not get one single moment in bobby’s room??? no one did??? we got one shot of eddie reading from the prayer book and not even the scene??

bad finale. terrible finale. it’s going to the very bottom of my ranking even below s1 and s6.

hm i need to take a moment to reflect. do i regret this month and a half long obsession with 911 now. i dont. but i do wish half of my month hadn’t been devoted to me being unable to stop thinking about the next ep and the next ep

like if i had known this was the endgame i don’t think i would have obsessively watched as much as i did. maybe i would’ve been able to focus on other things for more than an hour at a time

however before i was like Oh My God How Will I Survive The Hiatus and now at least im like yeah im done now peace out going to watch all the vids and fics i have saved and then i will have moved on

im also funnily enough still halfway through a rewatch LOL. which i think i will complete because i am just watching fave eps/skipping what idc about. so. now to go back to season 3. and to an actually good eddie plotline (eddie begins)

[yanderes-galore]

HIII i was wondering what you thought about a mercy from ow with an ex colleague? one that left overwatch before everyone tried to reunite and stuff. SORRY if this is too specific!!! you dont have to do this request i only want 2 know ur thoughts

Yeah, I'll see what thoughts I got on this! Been awhile since I wrote Mercy so I am trying to pull from my older concept.

Yandere! Mercy with Ex-Colleague! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Anxiety, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Motherly behavior/Babying, Isolation.

Angela always got a bit uncomfortable when you got close to the others.

She felt they were a bit too violent when solving issues compared to her.

Angela's always been a peacekeeping healer who cares for the safety of others, just like she does for you.

Even if she had darker feelings for you, you never saw them come to the surface.

When Overwatch disbanded, she had mixed feelings.

She was never sure if you were in danger or not and worried frequently for you.

Angela was so used to seeing you in Overwatch it takes a toll on her.

When she is given the message Overwatch was reuniting, she could not hide her excitement.

She'd see you!

Just like old times, you and her could work together!

You make the healer so happy.

Although, imagine her reaction when she doesn't see you.

In an act of worry and desperation, she meets up with Genji.

An old friend she helped a long time ago....

"Genji..."

"Greetings, Angela. You look worried... what is wrong?"

"Why isn't (Y/N) at Overwatch?"

"(Y/N) quit... you did not know?"

"Quit...?"

You quit?

How did she not know....

Such news devastates her.

Her excitement shattering as she sinks back into worry....

She needed to see you again-

"Is it possible to visit (Y/N)? For... old times' sake."

"Perhaps."

Angela felt guilty for asking around for your current residence...

But her worry weighed heavier in this moment.

It was healthy to worry in her mind.

It's quite the surprise for you when you hear a familiar knock pattern on your door.

You open the door in disbelief to see Angela smiling at you, eager to see you.

"Long time no see, (Y/N)."

"Angela...? How'd you get here?"

You're also subjected to her checking your health at uneeded times or babying you.

"Overwatch has info on all their heroes. It wasn't hard. Genji also helped."

"Right... what do you need?"

"It hurt me that you didn't meet with the rest of Overwatch, (Y/N)... I was just checking in."

Truth is, she was hurt you did not miss her.

She missed you!

To the point of even tracking you down....

You mean a lot to her.

Which is why she visits you from once a week to every day to see you!

You're then subjected to her asking about your health at uneeded times and babying you.

It's strange behavior from your past colleague.

Even when she's adamant it's normal.

Perhaps the distance affected her harshly....

That's the excuse you try to make to yourself-

She isn't doing any harm, why not let her visit?

Although, the more she visits the more time she takes up...

You're never alone in your house at this point.

Angela is always there, calm grin on her face.

"Doing well, angel? I sure hope so...."

You start to suspect she has darker intentions when you aren't allowed far from her sight any more.

Can you even get rid of her now?

"Hush now, heroes must look out for each other, angel."

[russellsppttemplates]

You really don't see it do you? (Lewis Hamilton)

Note: english is not my first language, I have never written something that was requested by somebody else so I suddenly feel like I can't write, also first time doing anything remotely angsty (maybe it's not even that and I have executed it poorly) so pls bear with

As always, any specific knowledge here is what I know and have researched a bit, apologies if it is incorrect

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: curse words, mentions of allergic reaction and needles

In the Mercedes hospitality, the team and guests were having lunch, trays of food displayed beautifully around a big table as everyone grabbed what they wanted in order to stay fueled for the Qualy afternoon ahead, "Y/N, you have to try these! They're some sort of pastry, you have to try it, they're to die for", Angela said, a tong in hand as you placed your plate forward so she could place the pastry on it. "So Lewis, how are we feeling for today?", you asked, already sat at the table, everyone digging into the food on their plates, "I feel confident we can get in the top 5, the car seemed good yesterday", he said, "that's good, I can't wait to see you! It's been awhile since my last GP", you smiles slightly, things around you turning slightly wobbly, your chest heaving as it got harder and harder to breathe in and out. Lewis noticed it right away, "You okay, Y/N?", earning a shake from your head once you couldn't get your words out, "Angela, grab my bag over there", he said pointing to the back pack on the sofa, "It's okay, I've got your meds here", he said comforting you. As Angela got him his wallet, he pulled out the adrenaline pen you took when this was happening, "There we go, sorry darling", he said, lifting your midi skirt a little bit upwards so he could pin the needle on your skin and inject the liquid in your body. A few minutes passed as you laid against Lewis' chest, eyes closed as you got back to your normal state, breathing back to normal and colour back to your face, "I'm fine, I'm fine, thanks Lew", you said, now appreciating his nagging when he insisted that he was present in the demonstration of how to use your new pen and that he should have one just in case. "Did that have soybeans in it? Because she's allergic to that", Lewis asked, "It's a vegetable pastry, so probably, we'll have to check with the caterer", someone said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know we had people with food allergies today, we're usually careful about it", one of the managers apologised to you. "It's fine, don't worry. I'm good already", you said accepting a glass of a sugary drink as you tried to reassure everyone in the room whose eyes suddenly were on you. After everyone resumed to their meals, you felt okay sitting on your own chair, "You weren't kidding when you said these were to die for", you joked looking at Angela, trying to rid her face of the frown she had, "I'm okay, Angela, there's no way you'd know. Now, please, smile again, will you?", you said holding out your hand so she could grab it, "I'm never recommending food again", she said, letting out a nervous chuckle, "I think Y/N has broken Angela, I've never seen her so quiet", you heard Toto jokingly say. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I really am", she apologised profusely, "I'm fine, honestly! This happens every now and again, it's okay", you said as they resumed their meal. So your best friend carried an epi pen for you, no big deal right? Your heart didn't feel the same, as you felt his worried look on you, checking how you were and making you fall in love with him a little bit more.

"You're sure you're feeling okay? You can go to my room and rest", Lewis said as he fastened his race suit, "I'm fine Lew, I'll sit here if it makes you feel better", you reassured, "yeah, good idea, you sit here", he said as he grabbed a chair for you so you could still watch the screens and have your headphones in. Things were going well for Lewis, qualifying in 4th place and in general feeling hopeful, "Great guys, that was great! I think tomorrow we have a food shot at podium", Lewis heavy breathing was heard through the radio, "thanks guys, thanks team. Also, can anyone tell me how Y/N is?", he asked. One of the engineers flipped you channel in so he could hear you, "I'm fine, already feeling better. I just ate some biscuits too", you told him as everyone smiled at his concern for you, knowing fully well where it all came from.

You were sitting in Lewis' living room, a healthy roast split between the two plates on the coffee table, Roscoe snoozing by your feet and a documentary playing on TV. This was your usual Thursday plan when you both could make it, being a tradition that started at least 4 years ago. "Did I tell you we're doing this showcase for Mercedes on the weekend? It's going to be absolutely insane, they have all these cars to show and interviews too!", Lewis said excitedly, sitting next to you on the sofa and grabbing his plate. "Does it take up the whole weekend?", you asked, wondering wether he had forgotten your new office's launch. You had recently taken a huge step career wise, managing to become and independent worker and essentially your own boss, and the new place you were opening on Friday was having a little celebration with a few friends, family and clients as well as some local press. "I think so, I fly early Friday morning and get back on Sunday night, since we have no race it's easier", Lewis answered.

"So you're not coming to the office launch?", you asked, disappointment clear in your voice as you looked at the TV. You had planned it accordingly to his schedule too so he could attend as well, wanting to have someone you felt so dearly for in this important milestone.

"Ah, shoot. I forgot about it", he said, "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise", and you don't know wether it was the insane amount of pressure you were in to succeed on your own or the whole planning, but you burst "do you know how much that meant to me? That you said you were able to come and support me? And you're not gonna be there? I know things get crazy, but you could have told me...". You and Lewis had always been honest with eachother, never letting anything brood over too much and tackling any issues together, talking about them as they came up, and not only did it hurt you because he didn't tell you, but also because he was not going to be there... "Y/N, I'm sorry, I really am. Things at Mercedes are going well now, we can't disappoint sponsors and besides I can pop back in on Monday, I'm sure you'll have a full house on Friday anyway!", he reasoned despite your side, "I go to every race I can, even the ones on the other part of the world and you can't make this arrangement? Don't even bother coming then". And as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted every single one of them, you were being unfair to him, and mostly, mean without any reason other than wanting him with you. He had his things to do, job demands that couldn't wait and you had always respected them, "Is that how you feel? I have been here day in day out since you started this, every study session, every work proposal, during the signings and this is it? Just because I'm missing one thing? It's not like it's that important", Lewis said, touching a particular subject you both knew too well not to touch. And he knew he had messed up too, knowing how much it meant to you and how other people had failed to support you the way you deserved. "I think this is going too far so I'm going to head home, thanks for dinner", you said getting up and petting Roscoe, heading for the door, a pang on your chest from not hearing a certain voice call your name.

6 am. Lewis and Angela were up and running already, trying to sweat his frustration off, "What's going on wirh you today? Even this is early for us", Angela said trying to catch her breath as the stopped by a park bench, "something you want to share?". Lewis sighed, taking his earbud out, "yesterday I was with Y/N, and I told her about the weekend and she reminded me of her opening and, I don't even know how, but I was so angry with myself when she said that she wanted me there that I just burst out and said awful awful things to her", he said. Angela's jaw could have dropped, she had always known Lewis to be calm and collected, especially when it came to you, "when are you going to tell her? How you truly feel? Have you wondered that maybe you reacted like that because of your feelings for her?", she reasoned. It was no secret to Angela that he had profound feelings for you, and until now he seemed to keep them at bay, "I think it's time you talk to her about it, and apologise to her. She's such a sweet woman and you and I both know she doesn't deserve that", prompting Lewis to think long and hard about how he would take things from then on.

Even though you told Lewis to not bother coming to your opening, you were missing him. Your nerves were needing a pep talk from Lewis saying everything was going to go alright, that there was probably food to feed a whole army and that it all looked lovely, but he wasn't here, making you confirm the idea that your reaction had been a little bit too much. He had never failed you, standing in the crowd when you got your qualifications, holding you when you got negative answers job applications and cheering you on no matter what you did. As you let out a long sigh, you heard your name being called, "Y/N, they're ready for you, it's go time!", your secretary called. Putting on your best face, you remembered your efforts and a rush of pride flooded in, you really had done this, had finally reached where you envisioned yourself all those years ago and you'd be damned if you didn't make 17 year old Y/N proud and enjoy this moment. As you spoke, you ran your eyes through the room, noticing some familiar faces of friends and family, until it landed on a special one. Lewis was here. He came all the way to support you. Smiling as he looked back at you and flashed you one of his smiles. You looked beautiful, the suit he helped you pick looking amazing on your body, your presence in the room and the way you spoke making people hang on to every word, much like he was right now. "I'm here to support my friend in this amazing achievement of hers so if you have any questions about it I'll happily answer but I'm not answering race or car questions today", Lewis said politely as an interviewer questioned him about the latest advances in his car, excusing himself and making his way to grab a bottle of water and look for you after you had finished talking.

"So, you still came", you started, "I didn't thi- thank you for coming, I appreciate it", hugging him, "I missed you so much, I'm sorry I did what I did, it was uncalled for". When Lewis hugged you back, your muscles relaxed, knowing it was all good, "Don't you worry about it angel, I'm sorry too. We both said things we didn't mean", he reasoned, earning a nod from your head that rested on his chest, "we'll talk later about it okay?", you both agreed on.

Everyone had already left, it was just you and Lewis sat in one of the sofas, "Can we talk about it now? I really did not enjoy going to bed knowing we were not talking", you forwarded, "I'm sorry for going about it the way I did, you really didn't deserve this, but why did you say that? I can't lie, it really hurt me. I accept your apologies, you were stressed but was it all from that?", you said looking up. "You really don't see it, do you?", Lewis started, "How I look at you like you hung the stars and the moon just for me, how I get furious everytime some guy comes to you and looks at you like a piece of meat because you're so much more than what's available to the eye, how I always lend you a jacket when you rub your wrists because that's the first thing you do when you start getting cold, how in every room you are in that is where my attention goes, doesn't matter who else is in there", he finished, making you lift your eyes slightly, hoping he was saying what you have been wanting him to say. "You're so kind, selfless, smart and overall amazing, and so beautiful, so gorgeous I can't believe I get to spend my days next to you, damn woman, it's just so hard not to fall in love with you", Lewis sighed, then lifting his head so he could lock your gaze in his. "You fell in love with me?", you braved once your thoughts connected to your voice, earning a chuckle from the driver, "yeah, a long time ago, an I was so mad at myself that I had failed you like some before me, and how I had failed to support you, goodness, I never want to see that disappointment in your face again, let alone caused by me". And your heart jumped truly, no matter how crazy the day had been, all of those years wanting a little bit more from him, refraining from doing so because you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"I fell for you too. I think I have loved you since I met you almost", you let out, "and I never believed you would reciprocate my feelings. I have watched your from afar getting everyone's attention, talking about failed romances and knowing that I could give you so much more only if you let me".

Grabbing your face with his hands, he nudged your nose in his before you took the chance to press a kiss to his lips, the feeling so much better than any of the times you imagined kissing him, "how about we save this for one of our places, hm? We can catch up on lost time before I go tomorrow, or maybe you can come with me", Lewis said, "was it not cancelled? I thought it was cancelled since you were here", you looked up at him, "I'm only absolutely needed there tomorrow morning apparently, and I needed to make things right with you... so what do you say to a nice first date on the clouds at 6 am?", he cringed slightly. Pressing a final kiss to your lips as the both of you looked at eacother, content with how everything turned out in the end you answered him, "I'll go anywhere at anytime as long as I'm with you".

[modern-inheritance]

Heyy! Do you have any ideas for the cast of Eragon's new series?? Btw I loveee your posts

Hey Anon! Sorry it took me so long to answer this, but I wanted to give you a better answer...and I have failed. Thank you for the love though!

I don't know many actors/actresses by name. And none that I know of (besides Jeremy Irons) would fit any of the characters. But I CAN give you a ramble on what I'd like to see!

Eragon: Get those high cheekboned, cleft chinned, twink lookin' pretty boys out of here. Eragon in book one is not pretty. He is not headshot worthy. He is a 15 year old farm boy, doing physical labor, rarely bathing, hunting in the wild, and not caring about his appearance beyond the average. He's got thick, dark eyebrows. Dark hair. Apart from that, we have little to no description of how Eragon looks, beyond the mention in Brisingr that his hair curls at his temples slightly. But he is not pretty.

I want an average, slightly rugged, farm boy teenager. Not some model.

Brom: Jeremy. Fucking. Irons.

Arya: Not white and not a redhead. Elves are played as asian based. I don't want a skinny armed woman either, Arya's noticeably muscled in the books. Black hair, green eyes if possible. No wimps. Must be able to do the stunts or at least look like she can.

Honestly though? If she weren't older (I haven't seen a recent picture of her for a long time so I'm not sure about it), I'd tap Michelle Rodriguez. I love that woman. She's got the tough looks, attitude, and abilities needed to give Arya the presence she needs. But I'm looking through MIC tinted glasses. For canon Arya, we still need someone with a presence, a woman who puts of a 'don't fuck with me' vibe but can also sometimes dip her head in respect to politics (I said sometimes, but I'm gonna get shit for this I know it), quiet but sharp, and looks and acts like she can hold her own. If they're going to be more centered toward an adult audience (which apparently they are!), let's not sexualize her. But the history of torture, PTSD, etc can def be delved into and someone who can portray that respectfully would be fantastic.

Murtagh: Again, get rid of those pretty boys. Yes, Murtagh grew up with a more pampered life, but just...I don't want these model types. It's an issue when I've seen every single fan cast putting these models on there and come on. This is a medieval fantasy thing. Paolini at least tries to show some more realistic aspects of life and war. Models are not included.

Someone that can show both Murtagh's darker side AND his overarching vulnerability and pain. Murtagh is a hurt individual that keeps having everything taken from him or used to hurt him. He's complicated, especially in the later books. We need someone who can show that.

Nasuada: Please keep her natural hair. I've got a friend who read the books with me who was so happy to see a black woman with her natural hair in a fantasy book because she never had seen someone with hair just like hers in fantasy before. We need someone who can slump down in private, the weight of an entire war and country on her shoulders, but draw herself up and show willpower, regality, dignity. Someone who can use subtlety when doing the politics bits.

Angela: Something that I and others I've talked to about Angela always forget is that Angela looks no older than Nasuada, who is about 18 at the time of the books. Wild energy. Wild, curly hair. Not afraid to hold a live frog/toad for a scene.

Galbatorix: For the love of whatever the hell is holy, not John Malcovich. I get that we didn't know what he looked like at the time, but what the hell was that?!

Durza: Scrawny lean ass pale dude and can we move away from the scary fingernails and yellow teeth bit? The pointy teeth thing, fine, that's canon, prosthetic teeth are a thing. Otherwise I just want someone who just oozes lithe, cocky, oily, psycopath. Bared tooth, smirking, twisted grin type.

Uuuuuuh....who else? Roran can't be a model either, and he's more beefy than Eragon even in the first book. Someone who can grow a damn fine beard.

I'm probably forgetting a ton of mains but I am currently very hungry and my roomie is making me lunch so I must go stare at her like an unfed dog. Feel free to reblog with questions or send another ask for particulars, but again I won't have specific actors/actresses. If you know an actor/actress that fits any of my descriptions/wants then please mention them in a reblog or DM or ask! I'd love to see!