#so part of why they're not done is because i got really frustrated with the pattern and instructions

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Not me trying to salvage what I really think might be an AI generated pattern for the damn coveralls x.x

[ourstarsystem]

even though i feel like i can confidently tell when a piece of art is generative A/I, i really don't feel inclined or really even justified calling someone out for it due to the precedent it sets - especially when artists who DO make their own pieces get caught in the crossfire for being inexperienced or making the choice to be more free-form when it comes to character design / consistency...

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Coffee Crossfire: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You own a cafe in Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes’ territory. You occasionally let him hold meetings in the cafe after hours and things usually go well….but not this time.

Part 1

Your anger and frustration towards Bucky fizzled out after two days. You knew that it really wasn't his fault the cafe got shot up. He told you firsthand when you bought the property of the risks of having a business in his territory. But he always reassured you that whatever damage happens, he'd take care of it.

Like a true mob boss, he kept his word.

Even with his busy schedule, he came in every day to help oversee the work that was being done. He wasn't much help though. You'd tell his men what to do, what goes where, how things should look, etc. He just pays for everything.

However, when some of the new tables and chairs came in, you put Bucky to work.

While everyone was working in the front, you and Bucky assembled the furniture towards the back of the cafe. Bucky looked at the instructions and let out a breath of relief, "Thank god these have written out instructions. Not like other instructions where it's all pictures. Shit gets confusing."

You snicker as you lay out the pieces by their labelled sticker, "Honestly, these shouldn't be too hard to do. They're similar to the ones I had before."

"Ready when you are, boss," Bucky says with a smile.

You snort, "Never thought I'd hear you call anyone else 'boss'."

He shrugs, "You're the only one I'll listen to, sugar," he gives you a wink and you look away as your cheeks start to heat up.

You can't deny that Bucky is attractive, funny, and charming. He's also sweet and intimidating, but also caring. Sure what he does isn't lawful in any means, however, he cares for everyone in his family's territory. He knows everyone by name, helps them when they ask, and make sure everyone's protected and safe.

You told yourself when you first met him not get close to him, but years later, you know you're more than close to Bucky. You two are attached to the hip. At first, you considered him as a friend, but in the most recent years, you've started to see him as more. That scares you a little.

You moved to Brooklyn to get away from those feelings and here you are, right back to where you were. All because of Bucky Barnes.

You love him. You know you truly do, you're just not sure if he feels the same. Sure he flirts with you, but he doesn't mean it. You've seen him flirt with a bunch of other people too, so it definitely doesn't mean anything when he flirts with you.

"Sugar, gimme a hand?" he breaks you from your thoughts.

"Sure," you move closer to him, "What do you need?"

"Just hold these two pieces together while I screw this in."

"M'kay," you hold to pieces of a chair together, and Bucky twists the screwdriver to secure them in place. Your face is close to his, you smell the coffee on his breath and his expensive cologne. You see the bags under his eyes and it makes you frown.

"There. Than-what's with the frown?"

"You haven't been sleeping well," when he looks at you confused, you point to his face, "the bags under your eyes. Bucky, you should be at home resting, not spending early mornings with me here."

"It's fine, sugar."

"No, it's not. You should be well rested because you have a lot of work to do-"

"And they're getting done, just not all by me. Things are getting handled, Y/N, don't worry. I wanna be here."

"Why? Nothing much for you to do here. Your guys have it covered."

He shrugs, "Just in case you need me or," he gestures to the furniture pieces, "need someone to help you build furniture." He smiles when you giggle. His heart flutters, "I'll be here every day until you tell me to fuck off."

"But why?" you genuinely ask him in curiosity.

He looks away from you and at the half-assembled chair in front of him, "Because I do what I can for the people I love." He then clears his throat and goes back to assembling the chair.

You stare at him in disbelief. He loves you. Bucky Barnes just said he loves you. He-

Bucky's phone starts ringing and he answers it. He hugs it between his ear and his shoulder as he screws in another piece of the chair, "Yeah?" He listens to the caller and lets out a long sigh, "Alright. I'll be over in a bit. Keep 'em awake. Bye."

You look at him with concern, "Everything okay?"

"Got more info on the guys who shot us up. Need to meet with Romanoff." Bucky grunts as he stands, pocketing his phone. His runs a hand through his brunette locks, "If you're still here when I'm done, I'll come back. Maybe I can get you some food since I know you don't eat when you get too busy."

You stand, meeting his gaze, a soft smile on your lips. Bucky knows you so well and you can't believe its taken you this long to see how he truly feels.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He's frozen in place and by the time he registers what's happening, you pull away, "I love you. Thank you for always taking care of me and being there for me."

"I, uh-" his face starts turning pink, "Ye-Yeah. Of course, sugar. I-shit." He hides his face in his hands and you can't help but laugh. You've turned The White Wolf of Brooklyn into blubbering, blushing mess.

He drops his hands from his face and he's smiling wide, "You love me? Really?"

"I do. I've loved you for a long time. I-I always hoped you felt the same. I thought you did with the flirting and how you were always there for me. But I'd see you do the same with others so I figured-"

He shakes his head, "No, sugar. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so confusing. I-shit, Y/N, everything I do and say is because I love you. I love you so fucking much. I'd burn the world for you," he steps closer, placing his hands on your hips, nose grazing yours.

"For a big scary mobster, you're quite the softie, aren't you?"

"Don't let the guys know. It'd ruin my reputation," he murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.

"It's fine. We already know," Steve says as he stands there with his arms across his chest and a smirk on his face.

Bucky frowns, "Way to ruin the mood, Rogers."

Steve shrugs, "Sorry, but we have some important stuff to attend to."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Bucky steps away with a pout, "Sugar-"

You pull him back in for a kiss and he's quick to kiss you back this time. You then break the kiss with a grin, "Go take care of business, boss."

Bucky is a little dizzy and has a goofy grin on his face, "You got it, boss." He pecks your lips one last time and then steps away, "Got another reason to call you sugar now."

"Yeah?"

He nods, "'Cause your lips taste so sweet," he says with a wink and follows Steve out of the cafe.

You're not sure how you can get back to work after that kiss and confession. But you'll have to do your best!

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The Human Fucker Community on Monster Tumblr: Christmas Special

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Update on my human hero step-son via seducing both parents: we had a nice bonding moment over a mutual hatred of bicyclists who think traffic laws don't apply to them and the like. Got him porn and a license to kill for Christmas. I think I'm getting the hang of this human dad thing.

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Out of the way orc lover, I'm getting me some hussy.

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Just learned that hussy is an actual word so it's not clear I was just doing the 'part of word + ussy' joke with humans. Wait maybe I can still save this.

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Out of the way orc lover, I'm getting me some humussy.

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Hey guys, what are human rights? The human I just snatched was saying something about how what I was doing was against it.

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They're not important, don't worry about it.

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Got it, thanks.

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Human rights are important. It's not right to just grab up humans and force them to love you.

Wish the human fucker community (tired of this name tbh) had more basic respect for human autonomy and interest in actual consensual relationships. They're not pets or cheap sex toys. The most rewarding parts of my human romances have been the quiet tender moments together just talking. But some of y'all don't seem to want any of that.

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Why would you say something so controversial yet so true?

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But like if you hypnotize the human to be okay with it then it's not really a problem because now they're consenting to it.

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Most self aware vampire.

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Hey guys I know it's Christmas time but I got a great idea for a horror story.

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What if there was a sexy human you asked out, but they turned you down because they're in a h4h relationship and not into monsters. And their partner was bland as hell.

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I'd scream and cry and never love or leave my home again. Either that or take out the collar.

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Anti elf bigotry always gets so much more frustrating this time of year with the unfunny jokes about the toys and the north pole, but my human SO and their family hasn't done any of that and I'm really grateful for it.

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Experience the original trilogy: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[dreamsteddie]

AITA Steddie Au Part Three

Part Two

Hello! Sorry for the delay! This week was very busy with student conferences and my own midterms so I haven't had a lot of time to work on this. This is more of an interlude building up to bigger things, but I hope you enjoy it!

Also! Get in the comments if you have any ideas of an actual name for this series so I can stop calling it AITA Steeddie Au. I can't think of anything good 😓

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Eddie takes Steve on that second date.

And then a third and a fourth and eventually he stops counting because he's seeing Steve as often as he can between their jobs and other responsibilities. He feels high off it, giddy with possibility and hope for this new thing that he's never had before.

Eddie has done relationships before, a couple of times. A small handful of boys and girls he took out on dates and tried his best to woo all went up in flames one way or another, but none of those relationships left him feeling so gone so fast. He felt like he was always holding himself back from giving himself up completely, too afraid of falling without a safety net to reach for that deep devotion he's always craved.

Steve makes him feel like they're plunging into that unknown together.

Still, no matter how much he's been trying to avoid it, the looming specter of what the hell to do about his friends is looming over his head.

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"Are you fucking serious right now dude?" Eddie asks, a complicated mix of righteous anger, humiliation for himself and Steve, and complete disbelief at Gareth's unwillingness to back down from this making it increasingly difficult to keep his cool.

"Look man, all I'm saying is that Steve is like, the complete antithesis of literally everything we stand for. He's a nepo baby business major who's never had an original thought in his life! I would know! I've read one of his papers." Gareth says, forced nonchalance coloring his tone and riling Eddie up even more.

He rears up, shoulders pushing back and hands grasping at the air like he could pull down his frustration from the either and condense it into a solid ball he could lob at Garteth's head to finally knock some goddamn sense into his brain.

"Hey, hey, hey. Okay, Eddie, I'm really sorry about this. It was a fucked up idea, I don't know what we were thinking." Jeff interveins before the frustrated banshy noises Eddie is letting out turn into another yelling match that won't get anyone anywhere.

"I think we just got too caught up wanting to help you get out of this rut and it all turned into something completely insane. You don't gotta forgive us Eddie, but if there's anything we can do to try and make up for it, we'll do it. Isn't that right Gareth?" Jeff pointedly asked with a look that says agree with me right now or else.

Gareth doesn't say anything.

The thing about all of this that Eddie just can't wrap his head around is the why. Why would his friends, his sheepies, do something so cruel? He knows none of them have ever looked kindly at people like Steve. Too many traumatizing high school humiliations behind them all to trust when someone who looks so much like all the guys who bullied them in high school tries to reach out, but Gareth and Jeff have never tried something like this. In fact, it's used to be Eddie doing most of the anti-jock revenge planning back in the day, even if nothing ever actually came from it.

He thought, incorrectly it seems, that they had grown out of the worst of it by now. It's been three years since Garteth graduated, and five since Eddie made his final attempt, and leaving their hometown behind did a lot to heal old hurts.

So why this? Why now?

"Is this seriously how it's going to be man? You won't tell me what the fuck any of this was really about and you're not even going to try and apologize? Seriously?" The righteous anger is starting to seep out of him, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion.

Gareth just continues to stare at him defiantly, not saying a word.

Eddie pinches his nose and takes a deep breath, "You know what? Fine. Whatever. If this is how it's going to be then I'm out. Jeff, I'll talk to you later, probably not for a little bit though. Gareth?" The other man lifts his head from where he'd been looking down at his shoes. There were tears in his eyes, just a little bit but enough for Eddie to clock it. Face red from some unnamed cocktail of emotions Eddie doesn't have the energy or desire to interrogate right now. "Call me when you're ready to grow the fuck up. I've got a second date to plan."

With that, Eddie turned on his heel and made for the open garage door.

"What about the band, man?!" Gareth called.

Eddie kept walking.

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That was over four weeks ago.

He hasn't spoken to Gareth for most of that time. The first couple of days he blew up his phone with angry to half-apologizing texts that Eddie promptly ignored. After the second day, he sent a single text back letting him know he didn't want to talk unless he had a real explanation and apology to give both him and Steve and that he was going to block his number for a little while. He could let Freak know if he was ever ready to talk like adults. Eddie trusted him to tell if Gareth was being genuine.

In other news.

Waking up to strong arms secured around his naked waist is fast becoming Eddie's favorite way to start the day. He and Steve slept together for the first time last week, and since then it's like neither of them can get enough of each other.

"Hey, baby." Steve rasps in his ear, tilting his head down to smear sleepy kisses onto his shoulder. The hand that was resting against his ribs meanders its way down to the trail of hair under his navel, scratching just a little and making Eddie feel like a contented mutt. He's not sure if he should feel horny or like he could sink into the mattress and sleep for another full 8 if Steve keeps holding him like his.

"Mornin' sweetheart." he says deciding that a couple more hours of sleep is definitely the way to go. Steve, it seems, has other idead.

"What you thinkin' about this early in the morning?" He asks, hand continuing to scratch lazily at Eddie's stomach like he's not completely destroying Eddie's will and ability to focus on anything but the warm body behind him.

But it's been a long time coming, and as much as he doesn't want to, Eddie needs to start thinking about what he wants to do about his friends? former friends? estranged family? band and Steve deserves to be a part of the conversation.

Eddie sits up, bringing Steve up with him to rest against the headboard. "I've been thinking about the band. Gareth and Jeff, that is." He pauses, waits for some kind of reaction that doesn't come. Steve looks concerned, but not in the way he thought he would.

"Ok." Steve responds, waiting for more.

"I guess I just don't know what to do." He looks out into the middle distance of Steve's bedroom. Takes in the display of swim, basketball, and baseball trophies displayed proudly on a shelf, catching the early morning light. "I'm still so fucking mad. It's honestly kind of irritating how mad it makes me to think of what they did. It was so fucking stupid."

Steve hums a little, letting Eddie get it out.

"But at the same time I can't help but fucking miss them. Miss the music and the campaigns and everything else." It's honestly been eating him alive, the mix of anger and longing he's been feeling for his friends. The constant longing to go back in time and stop them from concocting this shit show but also, like, stalk Gareth to his 8 AM Business class so he can run into Steve and they can fall in love at first sight or some shit.

Silence.

Steve shifts. Moves so he can look Eddie right in the face. He looks thoughtful in a way that Eddie had to get used to. Sometimes when Steve is thinking hard about something, he scrunches his face in such a way that it makes him look like he's judging you. He isn't, it's just an unfortunate fact of life that his baby has a resting Judgemental Face™.

Steve heaves out a big breath, bringing Eddie back down to earth. "I mean, I don't want to, like, cloud your judgement or whatever but maybe you should try and talk to them one more time. Jeff appologized right?"

And, ok that's definetly not what Eddie was expecting to hear. It must show on his face because Steve is suddenly looking away, embaraced.

"I just..." He trails off, taking his own turn staring out at the dull shine of his old acomplishments. Eddie watches as his face once again turns pensive as he stares harder at the remnents of his high school acheivements.

"I used to be a pretty shitty guy. Did the same kind of shit your buddies did a couple of times." This isn't necessarily news to Eddie. They've talked a little about who Steve was in high school and how much work he put into himself before he decided to go back to college. It's still a bit of a shock to hear, though.

"So I get how someone can make a mistake like that, y'know? So if you want to try and talk it out, I won't be offended. I know we're in this together, now." Peace said, Steve reaches for Eddie's hand and gives it a squeeze.

It hits Eddie again, just how good Steve Harrington is. It hasn't been long, not really, since they got together but they've fallen together so completley, so easily, that it's easy to forget that there's still so much they have to learn, so many layers for Eddie to peal back. Behind every judgemental remark and complaint about the frequent phone calls he gets from chuldren he used to babysit in his hometown is a man who cares deeply and is capable of great forgiveness, even if it hasn't been earned yet.

Eddie squeezes his hand back.

"Are you sure?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah, it's not we have to totally forgive them, right? But I think you need to get a real answer from both of them about why it happened. Maybe you can find a way past it, maybe they'll say something that puts the nail in the coffin." He responds.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and thinks.

Steve is right. Eddie isn't satisfied with any of the answers he got last time, and he knows that there has to be more to the story than "trying to get Eddie out of a rut" and he's not going to be able to put any of this to rest until he understands.

"Ok, yeah. I'll call them." Steve gives him an encouraging smile at that, rubbing the back of Eddie's hand where they haven't let go yet.

"Good, I'm glad. And I can come with you if you want. Hit em from both sides." he says. Eddie think's he'll take him up on that offer, but right now he had more imporant things to do. Namely, tackling his sweet boyfriend onto the mattress and having a mid morning tousle.

"We'll see. Right now I've got more imporant things to do." He says in his best aproximation of a sultry voice. He doesn't know how good it really is, but it seems to work based on the way Steve's eyes get hooded and he looks down at Eddie's mouth.

Gotcha.

Before Steve can lean down and kiss him, Eddie snaps his hands down to his boyfriend's sides in a well executed tickle atack. Steve immedietly jolts and starts howling with laughter, yelling between breaths that Eddie is "a fucking asshole" as he continues his relentless atacks.

Eventually, Steve manages to regain his bearings and go on the offence, turning them over and trapping his boyfriend's hands beneath his knees so he can atack Eddie's equally ticklish sides.

Once the late morning has passes into early noon and they've both settled back into Steve's signifigantly more rumpled be, Eddie takes one more moment to think about the furute to come before he shelves it. He knows that whatever conversation is to come, it won't be easy, and even if things go as smoothly as possible with Gareth and Jeff, things will never be the same between them all.

Looking down at Steve, who is sporting the most outrageous bedhead in human history, laughing at the stream of reals Robin sent him in the middle of the night, he thinks he'll be okay either way.

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A little snippet based off this post

Tim and Stephanie would both like to preface they know what they're doing is a bad idea. They do not need Duke, who is also listening in, to repeatedly tell them how terrible of an idea this is. He still does anyway, just to make sure he can rub it in when this all backfires later, but really, Tim and Stephanie already know.

They have both just decided to ignore that silly little fact in the name of information gathering.

So here sits Steph and Duke, huddled up in Duke's bedroom in front of Tim's laptop. Tim, meanwhile, is disguised as some random blonde haired, brown eyed kid. His fake backstory is vaguely based off one socialite or another, because even though he can change his tone or his accent, he just can't seem to hide the wealthy sounding lit in his voice.

In the back of his head, Jason and Stephanie's voices overlap. Once a rich boy always a rich boy, they say. Tim shivers.

"The Baby Bird has landed in The Nest." Duke sighs over Tim's com. "I still don't understand why the codenames are necessary."

"You know why they're necessary."

"Ow!"

Tim may not be in the same room as them, but it's not hard to figure out that Stephanie gave Duke a good punch on the arm. If Tim was there himself, he would've done it too. Duke knows that saying Peter's name within a miles range of the manor will cause the entire family to appear.

Duke himself wasn't even originally part of the plan! The only reason he's here is because Steph said Peter's name while they were talking, and then Duke just happened to wander one of the empty rooms in the manor! Seriously, what business did he even have in there?!

"Landing in the nest." Tim whispers. "Muting now."

"Roger that."

He mutes their side of the com, so they can hear everything he hears, but he can't hear them. It can be overridden by the two still at the manor if the need be, but Tim has faith that he at least won't fuck up that bad. Not bad enough for any help Steph can offer to be useful, at least.

He steps inside the coffee shop Peter frequents, oddly enough, it's actually called The Nest, and Tim's favorite cafe. It's the only place he can get their liquid death special, and he's pretty sure the only reason they keep it around is because he always tips at least $200 when he comes.

It makes sense that Peter would also frequent the place since he's his future nephew. Though, it's probably because Tim passed down his coffee habits. A fact that he will elect to keep from Dick so the man doesn't kill him before Peter's born.

Speaking of Peter, he just sat down in the far corner booth. The one that still has ink stained in the old wood, from that time he got a little too frustrated working on a case here. The one that has Dick's lightly carved initials in the side of the table, because when he wants to spend one on one time with Tim he likes to bring him here, knowing he can't say no to their coffee.

It makes him warm, knowing they probably continued the tradition with Peter when he was old enough.

Currently, Peter is tinkering with a futuristic looking watch. His coffee sits a good distance away, an obviously learned behavior, because Tim does the same thing after many many many drinks lost to an unrefined sweep of his arm. He's pulling other pieces out of a good sized black backpack next to him, quickly covering the whole booth in random looking machinery, completely engrossed in his project.

So Tim does what any other self respecting uncle whose nephew doesn't know he's his uncle, would do. He buys his favorite coffee, adjusts the blonde wig by running a seemingly innocuous hand through it, tips the barista, and sits across from his nephew with a smile.

He calls it a win when Peter wearily returns it.

"Sorry if I'm intruding." Tim starts, throwing a little rasp in his voice for the sake of his cover. "I was just curious about what you're... Working on... Looks complicated."

"Oh, it's a uh-- personal project. For my mentor. I'm under strict NDAs."

Tim nods. He wonders if Peter's telling the truth, and if he is, he's sure the NDAs are from WE, it's just a question on who he's referring to as a mentor.

"Ah, that's too bad. Do you mind if I just sit and watch? For curiosity's sake, I mean."

Even to his own ears that sounded suspicious, but he's never been good at improv. That's more Jason and Dick's thing.

Peter, at the very least, doesn't seem to care. He just shrugs and sips his coffee.

In that case, whatever he's working on probably can't be replicated at this point in time. There's probably some big discovery that hasn't been made yet, which makes Tim wonder who made the discovery. He'd bet $50 on himself or Bruce.

Conversation doesn't continue after that, so Tim just sits and observes.

Peter is clearly skilled. He moves with an assured elegance only to be competed with by himself and Jason, since both of them are the most skilled engineers of the family, though in two different fields. It's especially impressive with the eyebags that pull heavily on Peter's face, which he's sure he got from Bruce and not him no siree. Peter did not learn to overwork himself to death from him, that would be unacceptable.

The exhaustion leaks into his whole body. Low shoulders, slow movements, heavy slouching, small periods of zoning out and coming back to himself. He looks a little bit like shit, if Tim were to be fully honest.

At least it will be easier to get information out of him this way. The quicker they get information, the quicker they can send him home, the quicker his family can bundle him up and let him sleep for a week.

"So," Tim cannot help but break the silence. He's an anxious talker. "Your mentor? Is he cool?"

Peter pauses, his eyes slowly dragging up to meet Tim's brown contacts. "He's the best. I spend basically all my time with him nowadays."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He's kinda hard on me, but it's just cuz he cares, y'know? He thinks he's this like- manipulative genius that has somehow fooled me into liking him, but honestly, he's giving himself too much credit. He just doesn't want to accept the fact that he's a good person, or that he's gone soft."

Peter rambles and Tim listens, nodding along as he talks. He's sure Duke and Stephanie are tuned in as well. Between the three of them there's no way they don't at least get some information on how to help him.

"I'm sure your parents are thrilled about that." Tim puts implication in his tone. He's not sure what he's apparently implying, but insinuation tends to make people defensive, and getting defensive makes people talk.

Peter does not get defensive.

"I wouldn't know." He shrugs. "They're not here for me to ask."

"Oh, where are they?" Tim asks, like an idiot.

"Dead."

Tim's whole world may have just crumbled before his eyes. He feels like somebody just crushed his lungs with their barehands, and then stuck them back in, sideways.

The first thought that comes to him is he cannot tell Dick. Under no circumstances can Dick find out. Hell, Tim kinda wishes he hadn't found out.

"I'm sorry for your loss." His throat is dry, the coffee isn't helping.

"Nah, it's alright. They died when I was little, so I don't have a lot of memories of them anyway."

"I-It's still unfortunate." Tim coughs. "So who raised you then? If you don't mind me asking."

A smile overtakes Peter's face. It's warm, loving, and wistful. It makes Peter look five years younger, and that makes Tim's heart clench.

"My uncle and aunt did."

"You look very fond of them."

Peter looks more awake than has this whole time, just the slightest bit bashful. "I am. They're the best."

Tim is having a hard time grasping how utterly crushed he feels, he can only hope it doesn't show on his face as he talks. Maybe he can play it off as being overly sympathetic.

"So it was just you guys then? No other family?"

"Nope." Peter shakes his head. "My uncle didn't really get along with any of them, and after he took me in, my aunt went no contact like he did."

So it was probably Jason who took him in then, which is somehow exactly something he would do and nothing like him at the same time. Tim has to wonder where Bruce was, or himself. And which aunt? Tim bets on Stephanie, but it could've been Cass.

"It sounds like you've lived an interesting life."

"Yeah. I wouldn't trade it for the world though." The truth in those words aches Tim's chest, he feels so winded... Lost, maybe. He almost forgets to listen when Peter continues reminiscing. "My aunt definitely did her fair share to make it interesting. She's basically the fiery redhead stereotype, but she cares a lot about everyone..."

Whatever Peter says next gets lost as Tim sinks into his own thoughts. The aunt is not Cass or Steph, unless one of them has been repeatedly dying their hair for years. Steph might still be on the table, maybe. More likely is Barbara, or possibly even Kori, maybe Roy is trans and hasn't told anyone yet. He'll have to ask Jason when he gets the chance.

Tim regrets his coffee, he thinks he's gonna be sick.

"Are you okay?"

Clearly, Tim is doing a bad job at hiding it.

"Yeah, sorry I need to get back home now, but thanks for keeping me company."

He could have stayed. Probably should have, even. But Tim doesn't think he can stand another moment with that old ink stain in eyesight.

"Oh yeah, it's no problem. I didn't mean to ramble to you like that."

Peter rubs his hand on the back of his neck, his eyes trailing off in the distance. He's embarrassed, he knows it for sure because Dick makes that exact same expression.

Tim walks out, and the chime of the bell above the coffee shop door sounds more far away than it should.

He can distantly hear Stephanie's voice in his ear say, "Well. Fuck."

Tim couldn't have put it better himself

I wrote this at 1am and it's barely proofread so don't @ me if there are mistakes. Who would've thought this would be my first piece of writing posted on this blog, huh

1) the watch. It's the universe hopping watch from spiderverse, figured that'd be a good explanation for how he got here and for what he's doing at the coffee shop

2) complete coincidence that it was that coffee shop fyi, he just needed a place to work

3) he chose that booth bc it's the booth that overlooks the entire cafe. It's vigilante 101 about seating choices.

4) thank you to @magicpiano for the original post. I have so many more thoughts about it but I doubt I'll write another piece... Maybe <(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)>

Send me an ask, if you want /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

[rationaliity]

gonna just drop a bulletpoint story out there because this aint a lot to go off of but you're soooo right, speak your truth i love you. you're putting two of my favorite things together, ratio and kitsune / foxes

♡ kitsune! ratio who got eight tails, some joke its one tail for each subject that he's graduated college with a master's degree for

♡ he's really is far more playful than people give him credit for, although in his own deadpan kind of way

♡ like, no, he doesn't outright make jokes, but he'll say stuff that goes over people's heads and then loudly exclaim " why do i even bother ?! " with a feigned annoyance, but it's okay because its ratio and it's cute

♡ he really takes the ' sly fox ' thing to heart. i mean, he already works in the shadows, sly is just a part of who he is

♡ but he is still a good person !! people may often assume that he's not because of how he acts and they attribute that to being a kitsune, but he really does care about humans

♡ especially one stupid little human who likes to visit the shrine he lives at a lot

♡ yeah, you caught his attention, but he would much rather die than admit that to you

♡ he doesn't say anything when you offer him the good tuna while he's in his fox form, even though it irks him a little bit because he's a fox, you moron, not a wild cat

♡ shouldn't you be trying to run away from him anyways ? why are you so brazen about walking up to a fox ? don't you know that they're wild animals and they can hurt you if they wanted to ?

♡ you're so lucky that he doesn't want to, otherwise it would be a problem on your side

♡ he eats the tuna every time you bring it for an offering, enjoying it even though he bites back a snarky comment every single time

♡ he's smart enough not to bite the hand that feeds him. his shrine is so far out into the woods that you're really the only one who comes to visit him from time to time, something that he was silently grateful for

♡ he's not tied to the shrine, he can leave if he wanted to, and he's often out and about doing whatever he wanted to, usually finding a hapless human like you and quietly guiding them towards a better solution

♡ but you liked to visit the shrine every wednesday, so he made sure he was there every wednesday

♡ why ? because he wanted to

♡ when he finally revealed his true form to you, it was purely to educate you on something stupid that you had done, at least that's what he told himself

♡ you'd gotten cut by the bramble out in the forest while making the trip to him, and so of course he had to show his true form to bandage your wounds, that was only proper of him

♡ while biting your ear off about not even worrying about the wound until you were at the shrine. what if it got infected, or worse ? you truly were a foolish human

♡ all eight of his tails are angrily flicking the ground below him as he patches you up the best he can, meanwhile berating you for your idiocy, something that he cant stand

♡ and you're just smiling like a moron, too, despite being injured ! he can't wrap his head around you !

♡ finally, once youre all taken care of, he has to ask why you offer him food, when he just looked like a regular fox to you at the shrine

♡ possibly the most annoying thing ever, you don't have a good answer. no profound understanding, just because you want to

♡ he's so frustrated with you he's sure he may pop a blood vessel, and you offer to leave, but he tells you to stay. it would've made the trip and your injury meaningless if you left so suddenly without staying for anything

♡ and when the sun begins to set, you find him... following you away from the shrine ?

♡ ask him what he's doing and he's just going to give you a simple answer, and if this should've been common knowledge to you all along, and you were an idiot for asking

♡ " of course, someone has to watch over you to make sure you don't accidentally get yourself killed. "

— ♡ rationaliity 2024

[boredpotate]

Happier Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane or any music, just this concept idea.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to fix her timeline, but has unforeseen consequences.

??? Pov

Running. It's all I have on my mind right now. Get away. Get far away from that thing. I can still hear the few people left standing fighting. Shots being fired, screams of pain and a brawl happening. Damn it. This was supposed to be a secure place. The boss said so himself.

I hear as the fighting ends in the distance behind me, but I keep running anyway. Not chancing it. Not with this person. I need to report to Simon and le-

*BANG*

"AAAGH!!!"

An immense and sudden pain shoots through my leg, causing me to fall over onto the ground.

"FUCK! fuck! shit! fuck!" I yell out swears to the skies as I grab my leg onto my leg. I don't have time cope with the fact that I just got shot in the fucking leg, because I know they're coming. I see their silhouette through the smog. One arm raised in my direction and the barrel of a handgun I can't make out facing towards me, and a shovel being held in the other dripping with what is most likely blood. I push through the pain and force myself up to limp myself to an alleyway as they shoot in my direction and use the wall as a support. They're messing with me.

'Why me!? We aren't even in their territory! We made sure of it!,' I continue on and take many turns to try to loose them and holding onto my leg wound to lessen the blood dripping, 'I just need to get to the light. They never come out of this hole.'

I start becoming more aware of the pain as I continue moving, but ignore it to keep my pace steady. Some hope rises as I look back to see nothing, but just as I turn back around I am met with a boot to my chest. I feel the wind get knocked out of me as I hit the ground, my vision dazed from the back of my head being hit as well.

I look up already knowing who it is standing in front of me, but I never thought I'd be one of their victims. Boots, ragged pants, shovel hanging from their hip on one side with a holster on the other side, some dirty jacket with some kind of body armor underneath and an enforcer gas mask with a one of the old miner helmets. Always covering their face. Always a bad omen for any gang that's hunkering down here.

"Please! I do- AAGH!" I yell in pain as they stomp on my wound. I then feel myself be yanked up by my collar before getting slammed into the wall.

"Talk."

"Listen I don't know anything you want! I was only put in charge of that warehouse!"

"Bullshit, that's what the last guy said before he confessed about you. He said you report to your boss and I want to know where he is."

'Of course she does. Another gang leader being tracked down by this crazy bit-.' my thoughts are interrupted by being pistol whipped across my nose.

"Fuck! Please, I really don't know! I only report to a guy named Simon, but he's not the boss! You saw the place I was in; it was hardly secure at all!", I plead to them, hoping for some mercy. They stare at me for a second before letting out a breath of frustration.

I am yanked forward and thrown onto the ground. I flip over and find myself looking up at them as they stand over me; my eyes staring down the barrel.

"NO! PLEASE, I TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW!"

"You want to beg? After all the lives you've taken and ruined ever since you moved into this area? Be happy I don't make it slower."

"WA-"

Then there was nothings.

Reader Pov

'Another fucking dead end.' I think to myself in frustration as I holster my revolver.

I take a minute to finally catch a breather before checking for anything useful on this guy and the others at the warehouse. Once I'm done I decide to go track down this Simon guy next. It's been nothing but this constant cycle for the past eight years.

"At least everything is going good up above. From what I hear at least." I say to myself, trying to look on the bright side of things. Ironic considering how I'm in what is now the shittiest part of the Undercity. It's been awhile since I've left this area, and since I've seen them.

Last time I left, it was to go witness that historic speech on the bridge. They did it. Vander and Silco finally accomplished their dream, and now Zaun has become a better place. So much light and the whole mood of the town is different too. Much more happy. Just like what I dreamt about, but I don't go over there. I can't.

There's enforcers that will most likely think I'm up to something, it's too bright to hide, not crowded enough to blend in anywhere and honestly I just don't really fit in with this new Zaun anymore. Not their fault, it's me that's the problem. Everyone dresses so nice, clean and casual along with how nice the community has become. Then there's me. I look like I crawled out of a dumpster or came back from an apocalypse..... honestly the latter isn't too inaccurate considering what almost happened originally. Probably also the reason why people usually leave me alone and gives me looks sometimes. I look weird compared to everyone else.

Though even with everything I still do my part. Just because most of Zaun has become better doesn't mean there isn't any who didn't like the idea of Piltover and Zaun making peace. Mostly gangs. Since enforcers were able to do their jobs easier the gangs have been pushed down here with me. I've been taking out as many as I could, and nipping the bud of one's that start growing. Especially the one's I knew were aiming for Vander and SIlco. No mercy. Like that one group who tried to recruit me to, I quote "Rebel and takeover Piltover for the true Zuauites." what a bunch of weirdos. Though this most recent one I've been working on is giving me trouble.

They were the only smart one's to stay under the radar when I first started the purge of gangs down here and only recently have been making bigger moves. They aren't too big yet, but if I don't dismantle them they could cause trouble. Turns out that would be harder than I expected. Every time I get pointed to one person, that person points me to someone else and the cycle continues. I'm no detective either, so I'm getting nowhere with the way things are going.

'It's fine. Something will come up eventually,' I try to reassure myself on my way home. It helps a little. Still tired. Kinda hungry too, 'I need to find a way to money.'

Making money the old way wasn't as easy anymore. Not many people that need "jobs" done, and not a lot of people who need to hire a merc for anything anymore. Most of the mercenaries either used their money to leave or joined up with the enforcers for some good and reliable pay with benefits. Can't blame them. Either my line of business is almost dead, or I'm one of the last one's still keeping it alive. Zaun doesn't need mercs like me anymore. That's good.

*stomach grumbles*

*sigh* "I really gotta make more money. Maybe I can pick up some small jobs here and there. Deliver mail to people or something." I reach into my jacket and pull out my journal. I don't write anything in it, but I do draw.

I turn to my most recent sketch and touch up on some details, another one of Jinx. I can't help, but remember. Sometimes I dream of all that happened. I try to put it behind me, but it's hard. They're scarred into my mind, but they remind me why I do this.

"Always stubborn about your hair. Even when I warned you how it can cause trouble in a fight, you insisted." I say to myself as I draw her braided hair. Took forever to braid them, but she loved. Honestly she made them look good.

I smile. Taking a moment to forget about the world and get lost in something else.

'Hopefully this, Simon, has better info.'

3rd Person

Meanwhile above ground across the bridge. A certain investigation in being looked into. With an ongoing interrogation happening.

"Do you really think we're that stupid?" Vi asks the woman sitting across the room from her and her partner. Both in crime and..... other things.

"Yeah."

Vi shoots forward and ready to lunge, but is quickly stopped by Caitlyn who leans into her ear.

"Calm down, Vi. She wants you to get upset." she says while holding onto one of Vi's shoulders to comfort her. Though she does understand her frustration.

Ever since they've been looking into a recently bold gang, they've hardly gotten anywhere. She takes a moment to make sure Vi has calmed down before turning back to the woman in questioning.

"I understand that you have no reason to help us, bu-."

"No shit. I get thrown behind bars and then pulled out for questioning about a gang, I'm not even a part of."

"But. We really need something here. If you cooperate we could negotiate with reducing your sentencing. Your records show you have been improving and haven't caused trouble, but we can only do that if you work with us." Caitlyn explains, trying to negotiate some kind of deal for some information.

The woman slightly relaxes before shaking her head with a sigh.

"Listen girl, I told you before. I really don't know anything about this gang. All I know is what I told you. They used to be small and kept to themselves and they've grown."

Caitlyn scowls, not at the woman, but down at the table in front of her. Another dead end.

"But.... you could try asking the hound." the woman suggests, which catches Caitlyn's attention, but Vi scoffs.

"We already asked my dad. He's not really involved with that stuff anymore, and his contacts have been out of that kind of business for awhile."

"Not Vander. The new one down in the deep end of the Undercity." this catches Vi's interest now.

"A new hound? Let me guess, another wannabe big shot?"

"No. This one's the real deal. Has been making a name for themselves for a few years now. Ever since most of the gangs got pushed back down deep into the Undercity; ever wondered what happened to all those old gangs eight years ago? Bloodhound took them out one by one." the woman explains, her tone lined with admiration and respect. Caitlyn raises a brow at the name.

"Bloodhound?"

"That's what people call them. No one I've met knows their name or has seen their face."

With things moving in a good direction, Vi sits down next to Caitlyn at the table.

"I assumed all the gangs just died out after peace was made. So what? They some gang leader or something?"

"No, but they do have a small territory. All to themselves. They got a lot of respect down there. You remember that weird group two years ago? Dressed all rugged and called themselves "True Zaunites"? They idolized Bloodhound; tried to dress like them too. Then one day they went into their territory and tried make them their leader, but ended up coming back beaten black and blue. The guy who was leading the group got a bullet through his skull."

Caitlyn looks skeptical and glances at Vi, who also looks to have some doubt about this "Bloodhound". The inmate notices and shrugs her shoulders.

"I know, sounds weird but it's true. The point is, they hunt down gangs. You want someone with info, then try them."

"How do we contact them?"

"I don't know. Last people who tried was that weird group. Now a lot of 'em are too scared to go back down there."

This brings some, not a lot, but some hope to Vi and Caitlyn to this investigation. Better than nothing. Caitlyn stands up before holding out a hand towards the inmate.

"Thank you for your time and the information. I'll be sure to put in a good word for your cooperation, maybe even get you on probation."

"No problem. Not like I had a choice in coming here. You better not be bullshitting me about that deal." the inmate says as she takes Caitlyn's hand.

Caitlyn nods before turning around to leave, Vi already holding the door open for her. Caitlyn wordlessly signals the two enforcers standing outside to escort the inmate back to her cell before walking with Vi.

"So this "Bloodhound", you think they're legit?"

"I don't know. But we don't have any other leads on this case. My mother trusted us with this case Vi, we can't just give up." Caitlyn says with hints of frustration in her voice.

"Hey, I'm not saying we give up, Cupcake. I was just wanting to hear your thoughts."

"I-I know. I'm sorry. It's just, I don't wan-."

"AH. You don't need to apologize Cupcake. I get it. Don't wanna disappoint parents, trust me, I understand," Vi says reassuringly which makes Cait stop, "What?"

"I love you." she says with a smile before giving Vi a peck on the cheek, making said Pink haired girl blush like a tomato.

"I-I love you too, Cupcake. .....Ahem a-anyway, I don't know if going to find this guy will work. I was thinking maybe we could go see my dad instead. He might know someone who can get in touch with this guy. Plus, I think he'd like to know that there's another "Hound" in the Undercity." Vi says as she wraps an arm around Caitlyn's shoulders to hold her close.

"That sounds nice."

Powder Pov

"So you want me to see if I can get someone to talk to this guy that you two need to talk to."

"I know. It sounds sketchy, bu-." Vi was saying until Benzo cuts in.

"Are ye kidding!? Vander! We gotta see this kid. Running around using your title; they must be a fan! How have I not heard of this guy before!?" Benzo says, poking fun at dad since apparently he has some copycat or something.

"I second that!" Mylo says, making Claggor shake his head with a chuckle.

Dad rolls his eyes, but still has a smile on his face.

"Technically not the same. They're called "Bloodhound"." Cait says, but slight smirk still on her face with Vi wearing one to match.

'Might as well join in on the fun.'

"I don't know if that's a good idea. They might want his autograph." I say with my own cheeky smirk. Leaning into Ekko, as he writes in his book of projects, sitting at the bar with everyone.

"Alright, alright. I get it. I might have some people who still owe me a favor or two," Dad says, as he wipes down a glass behind the bar, "One condition. They gotta meet you two here."

"YES!" Benzo yells in elation, but Vi doesn't look that happy.

"Here!? Dad seriously this person could cause trouble and this place isn't like that anymore." Vi says, but Dad doesn't look like he's budging.

"I'm being serious too. I've heard stuff hear and there about them and I don't want you two going down there alone. I know you two can handle yourselves, but if anything I've heard is somewhat true then this isn't like any other thug or gang leader." Dad says, which makes Vi back down.

'Damn. Now I'm interested.'

"Are you sure they would even come here?" Caitlyn asks a pretty reasonable question.

"Pretty sure. From what I hear they've been getting into shootouts with the gang recently. Probably hunting them down too."

"That isn't a guarantee though. What if they don't show up?"

"If they don't then show up, then they don't show up. They wouldn't have been help even if you went down looking for them, you'd probably just gonna end up in a fight."

'Fair point, honestly.'

Cait looks to Vi, who sighs as a sign of surrendering.

"Fine. How soon can you get someone to talk to them?"

"Today."

Cait looks surprised which makes Dad shrug.

"I got good contacts."

"Good. I guess tomorrow in the afternoon? Does that sound fine?" Vi asks, looking at Cait for confirmation which she gets via a nod.

As the conversation shifts to something else, I look at Ekko as he continues to scribble in his notebook.

"What do you think?" I ask him which makes him stop writing for a second.

"About "Bloodhound"," he asks and I give a simple nod, "Sounds a little fishy. Sounds like one of those people still stuck in the old times of crime everywhere."

"It doesn't sound like they are. They did supposedly take out that one weird group of "True Zaunites"; honestly those people were so stupid." I say with a small laugh, Ekko chuckling a little at the mention of that bizarre group of people.

'The speeches those guys made in the streets were insane.'

"Still, doesn't sound like good company. Why would they want to stay in the deep part of the Undercity? Zaun has become so much better over the years."

"Maybe..... they're afraid to move forward. Don't wanna lose what they have now." I say, honestly projecting more about myself than what I actually think.

'They could just be a psycho.'

I feel Ekko's arm come up to my waist before pulling me in closer as he sets down his pencil.

"Powder. I know it's not easy, but I really do think you could do a lot of amazing things. I know you're afraid of things changing, but..... sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind."

"I-I just.... I don't know. I just need some time to think about it." I say, avoiding the topic of what I want to do in life, looking away just staring at the details of the bar counter.

"Okay..... just know I'm here for you Powder. Nothing will change that." Ekko says, supporting and sweet as always, which makes me smile.

"Thanks." I say before giving a small kiss on the cheek.

"No thanks needed."

We sit at the bar in a comfortable silence as my mind wanders.

'Tomorrow should be an interesting day.'

The Next Day.

Deep in the Undercity the infamous Bloodhound stands in the middle of the street, farther than usual from their territory. What is usually a busy street is now completely empty with only Y/n standing there by herself, and facing towards the brighter side of Zaun.

People peak out from their homes through blinds. People who looked like they were about to step outside immediately turn around to lock themselves inside. Others who were making there way down the street immediately turns right around to take a detour around.

All of them had the same questions on their minds.

Why are they here? What are they up to? Is a fight about to happen? Is someone about to die? Are the meeting up with someone here?

.....Also why are they just standing in the middle of the street?

Reader Pov

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit! This is, SO! FUCKING! BAD!', I internally panic as I stand in the middle of the street.

Yesterday right after getting some intel from that Simon guy I got a message from some guy. Literally right after. I just tackled that fucker out of the second floor of his shitty bar when he tried stabbing me after getting information out of him. Then I turned and there they were. Staring in shock. Anyway that doesn't matter.

What really matters is the fact that Vander wanted me to come to The Last Drop. I couldn't even ask why because before I could they ran away.

'Why!? What did I do!? Am I in trouble!? I didn't even do anything!'

I'm not supposed to meet them, but how am I supposed to ignore a call from Vander. From Dad. So I forced myself out of bed and I only made it this far before getting too scared. I feel rooted to the ground. I'm scared. I'm scared to see them after so long, even if it's just to talk or something.

"What if I mess this all up?," I ask myself. Trying to decide whether or not it's worth risking all of the good things that have happened to Zaun over the years, "What if I cause a butterfly effect and ruin everything?"

But then there's that other part of me. Desperate and longing to see how my family has been after so long of isolating myself down here alone.

I stand still in contemplation for another minute before finally taking a step forward.

"One time couldn't hurt. Just this once."

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

[thewardenisonthecase]

im gonna be nitpicky and critical about veilguard for a moment here if you'll excuse me

So I've been thinking about the factions and how they're tied back to rook's "backstory" and the one scene where rook decorates their room and talks about their life and lets hope i can ramble in a way that makes sense.

I dont like that Rook's backstory is tied to their faction, nor do I think rook's backstory was handled in a good way.

Like ok, i think factions should have somehow been tied to race and class, much like how origins did it. The reason for that is that from previous games, we know how important who you are and what you do are in society and also, i think it would make for tighter backstories that better account for who rook is.

Like, for example, if you play a qunari de riva, the game just. kinda never. really adresses the gigantic elephant in the room - that rook is a qunari and a crow while qunari are invading treviso. beyond jacobus being a little racist, i dont think there's that much reactivity about it, which is just kinda frustrating/dissapointing. The game just kinda feels like rook's class/faction/race are these three separate things. Idk if this is making sense but in dai and dao, i always felt that my character's race and class were pieces of the puzzle that made up my hof/inquisitor. Playing a human warrior was different than playing a human mage in aspects beyond gameplay. In DAI, i played with a mage trevelyan, mage lavellan and mage adaar and even tho they were all mages, they felt different bc of their race. Even if they fit the role of mage, who they were changed that, so race and class walked hand in hand.

But with Rook, it feels different. It feels like each part of them is disconnected from the other and i think the biggest show of that is in the scene where rook is decorating their room. If Rook is a mage, regardless of race or faction, they have this magic project that they can talk about. And the issue is that, depending on rook's race or faction, it just makes 0 sense for them to have that. How does an ex galley slave lord of fortune rook had time to have a proper magical education in a circle? how did qunari rook even get allowed in a circle?

and the issue is that the faction and the race and the class are not tied together, they're weirdly separate. Why does my qunari rook de riva, when talking about the antaam warlord pin, is not given an option to like. fucking comment on that.

and my issue on the faction thing is that like. You're not fully given rook's whole backstory on the character creation. In fact, that lil paragraph is basically worthless bc all factions do the same thing - you saved some people, superiors got mad, so now you have to disspaear for a time and joined varric. boom thats it. but you're not told where you're from, what you've done, how you joined the faction.

DAI, for example, while also not telling you who you are on the CC, gives us a codex entry which does go into more detail over who the inquisitor was - AND even tho your backstory is mostly determined by your race, your class DOES change stuff - a mage lavellan is the first to the keeper, a warrior trevelyan was raised as a templar i think, a mage adaar gets mentioned how their parents went to other tal vashoth to help with magic.

and while i DO have issues with how backstories are set up in DAI, i still think they're slithgly more succesful than dav, solely bc they let me, as the player, take full control. My inquisitor can't just decide random things about their backstory, its always my choice. Meanwhile, Rook will randomly spill details of the backstroy the player was not privy to out of nowhere, and you have no chance to input or decide anything.

also to get back on that scene. this is VERY nitpicky on my part, but that scene feels so. weird and forced? I think its because the idea of rook just talking out loud about their backstory feels weird bc i know they're doing it to tell me the player. Like ok, obviously, i dont think there's any way to just easily give the player the character's backstory without looking a little weird bc yeah no one irl just starts talking about their life out of the blue but i think the other games were more succesful.

DAO gives you a brief narration from Duncan, which is short enough to tell you the basics of what you need to know. It kinda fits because the whole beggining of the game (the story of the magisters and the blight) IS told via Duncan's narration, so him continuing that makes sense, and which how its written, it doesnt feel off from the rest of the game.

In DA2, we also get told the initial tidbits of Hawke's story via narration, but much like da2, the "varric is narrating everything" IS the plot of da2, so it makes sense. And then in both of those games, other bits of character backstory are either told to you by the NPCs in your character's life (the cousland's family relationship with the howes or the fact that malcolm's dead). it feels natural.

Now like i said, im not a huge fan of how dai deals with character backstory (aka give me a prologue) but i do think that having Josephine bring up the herald's backstory feels more natural than what rook does, because then the inquisitor is talking about their life (and the player's getting a chance to define things about their character) BC another character asked, so it makes sense.

And i know. The reason Rook is talking and doing decoration is explained in game. but my issue is just that. it comes off as a moment to the player and not smthg that would just naturally happen, and it does break my immersion.

i think this came off as very rambly and i dont have a point beyond wanting to bitch about smthg that was bothering me

[kelpweedkelpweedingkelpweeds]

Reading analysis about Cal while screaming into the void known as an empty room and here to publish my unneeded thoughts about my blorbo.

Cal deserved more screen time, he deserved more chapters of his POV and honestly VA did him so dirty 😔

Because our dear RQ characters are definitely unreliable narrators, the reader’s perception of characters is based on their own POVs and how other characters perceive them. Unfortunately, every character describes Cal as a lovesick puppy, a mopey matchstick, a dense moron and everything in between. It's not that these are wrong, they're part of his character, but these are incredibly surface level traits which leads to the general perception of Cal’s character being superficial, bland and boring. It seems like his only purpose in the story is to be Mare’s love interest because Maven betrayed her.

However, he has a whole lot of untapped potential. My man did not get betrayed by Mare, betrayed by his brother, find out his mother was murdered buy Elara, get forced to kill his own father, lose everything he had and got sentenced to execution all in 1 day for people to call him boring. Honestly, when I listed it out like that, I truly realised how crazy the whole situation was. Within the span of a day he lost any form of stability he had even known in his life, and found out that one if not the closest person to him (maven) was a lie. If that isn't traumatic, I really wouldn't like to hear whatever other definition of trauma there is out there. I think the only reason we very much overlook Cal's trauma is because 1. It happened in real time, 2. He's no longer a child, 3. We didn't see it from his POV and 4. In this scene he and his father are technically the "bad guys".

Here's the thing though, he has never talked about it. Not once. Never. The closest we ever saw this man to losing his mind was when he was planning the Corros prison break. He'd never mentioned this trauma from any POV, not even his own. Maven told Mare about how Elara messed up everything in his brain, and how he never recovered from it. For Cal, we never found out how he dealt with it and how close to the brink of insanity he was. If he ever just felt like exploding and destroying everything. Nobody except Mare ever asked him if he was ok. He had every right to go mad. But he didn't. Some miraculous way, Cal managed to maintain some semblance of sanity and that is unimaginable mental strength like holy shit.

Another way too glossed over plot point was why he chose the crown over mare in the epilogue of KC. This one I get genuinely frustrated over sometimes because there were so many reasons for him to make that decision. I know many people have talked about this before but I'm just going to repeat it 1. It's the best political move in the situation. Cal isn't stupid, no matter how many people seem to think he is. He knows better than to let the place of King open for anyone to snatch up and that it was the only way the Silvers and the Scarlet Guard would ever work together. 2. To him it's his moral obligation. Cal's loyalty and sense of duty is a huge part of his character. All his life he's been told it's his responsibility, his destiny to become king and serve the people. Not only that, the crown is his family's legacy and considering the fact that he was the one to behead his own father Cal likely feels even more morally obligated to become king. The words he said to Mare, "I love you and I want you more than anything else in this world". He uses the word "want", but how can a want, a desire ever compare to what he believes is a need, an obligation? It's not that he didn't love mare enough like Evangeline suggested, or that he fell prey to the power's lure like Mare insinuated in the epilogue. He did what he full heartedly believed was right, and unfortunately this was barely touched upon in war storm which made me want to tear my hair out.

This yap session is nearly done, just hold on a bit longer. The last thing that DEFINITELY should have gotten more words was his ultimate decision to abdicate. All we got was him reading Coriane's diary, Evangeline telling him "if it's not too late for me, it's not too late for you" and then the decision. WHERE'S THE IN-BETWEEN THOUGHT PROCESS? He read through Coriane's diary and realised that she wanted her son to have a different life, and of course he probably had some thoughts about it. Considering how he knew the Scarlet Guard and Montfort weren't with him, how he still loved Mare, perhaps realizing what his life could have been with an alive mother was what tipped him over the edge. Perhaps it was loyalty to his mother he never had the chance to know, loyalty to the little of her forever bound in a gold-covered book, buried in the graveyard known as time. Maybe he asked Julian who seemed to want him to reconsider his decision as king, but we'll never know because it wasn't written 😭😭😭

Cal is incredibly kind, loyal, warm, passionate, motivated, and indecisive, and I love that about him. His story could have been a tragedy, a prodigy put on a pedestal that had everything and was forced to be everything, reduced to nothing in an instant. But it wasn't. He found love in a girl that took everything from him, and rebuilt himself a far better life from the ashes of nothing. Normally the circle between characters I like and characters I respect rarely overlap, but somehow this 6'3 adorable ass dork stuck himself straight in both and this is why I will defend what his character is and could have been. Thank you for attending my Tedtalk, it's literally all my thoughts about this man exploding into text and falling onto a Tumblr post.

This is me getting distracted from writing Fated god send help I just can't stay on track

Funny story I wanted to copy this essay into a document for fun just to see how many words and guess who highlighted a portion of it and clicked space by accident. Hahaha (that whole thing was 1000 words btw I need to learn to shut up)

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i was sort of wondering why exactly i've been sympathising with Eva so much, apart from, admittedly, bias- i did start considering that due to that, maybe i'd been internally exaggerating how Wolfgang & Co had been treating her. but i replayed some of Chapter 1, and honestly? now i'm of the opinion that Eva was justified to be afraid of Wolfgang, even if what she did in response was inexcusable.

because it wasn't just that Wolfgang told the others to be wary of Eva (and Damon) which caused them to feel othered. consciously or not, he literally attempted to control their movement on at least two occasions- when he attempted to stop them joining in on the exploration of the pharmacy, and then when he demanded to know where they were when they reached the dining hall last.

in his defence, i don't think Wolfgang was being malicious in doing so, i reckon he did genuinely believe he was protecting the others. but in doing so, for the two members of the group he disagreed with, he actively attempted to further restrict their freedom- in a situation where they're all already trapped!! i'm not surprised that Eva, with frustration, mentioned during the trial how much she'd been watched and suspected- multiple times, if i recall correctly. of course it got to her.

but that probably wasn't even the scariest part for her. it was probably just how easily Wolfgang had taken a leadership role within the group and how willing they were to listen to him without question. only Diana really spoke up against him on one occasion and got him to begrudgingly "allow" Eva and Damon to tag along. i mean, on that note, the fact that Wolfgang even casually commented that he wanted group decisions to be allowed by him, following the minor incident of Desmond taking initiative and checking the room locks, was extremely alarming!! like i mentioned, i don't want to villainise Wolfgang, but it does seem like he has the tendency to be rather controlling, whether or not he realises it. i would be willing to bet that the herd mentality implication was done completely on purpose, considering that Wolfgang's animal motif is a sheep and the writing team have done the symbolism in the game so well.

for all this, i can understand Eva's point of view. i know that, as Wenona had mentioned, there's a chance that Eva didn't actually feel threatened by Wolfgang, but i personally am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. because if she was honest about being on edge, that would be a rather reasonable emotional response, in my opinion.

what else are you to feel when you're at odds with an honoured individual who effortlessly holds the power to turn so many others against you too and potentially put your safety at risk, if not terror?

[angelsberrymilk]

Give Me Back What's Mine (pt. 3)

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samboy - Soldier Boy x Sam Winchester

3k words

summary: PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE AND TORTURE RRAAAAHHHHH teehee im just kidding. dean suffers a little, he bullies castiel, sam gets a couple hours of peace, soldier boy is a little tame, not too much tho, and indulges them a little bit cuz he thinks they're stupid and dean fumbles the bag (his brother).

tw: dean bullying cas, suicidal!dean, homophobic language, (pls check out the ao3 link for ALL tags/tw)

a/n: you prob can tell i had loads of fun writing this haha. and i really hope you enjoy reading it too <3 a reblog would be nice, a comment too or some nice tags would make my day <3 much love to everyone reading and enjoying samboy w me !!!

Dean's hand suddenly feels cool under Castiel's own - or maybe it was warm but Dean couldn't feel it because his hand was just that hot - his flesh glowing yellow. Dean feels the angel's grace seep into his flesh, mending his broken hand in no time. When the angel is done, he pulls his hand back and clenches his hand in a fist, turning it over and dropping it by his side, looking at Sam sleeping on his bed.

What Sam was doing could not be described as sleep, he technically was, but Dean saw how as soon as Sam managed to climb on the bed, he all but passed out, body shutting down immediately. He couldn't even take his shoes off or get under the covers before his body gave out.

Dean, with the help of Castiel, tucked Sam in, making sure he was comfortable and had his hair away from his tired face. It's been about ten minute since Sam completely passed out and the angel fixed his hand and now Dean was sitting on the chair by Sam's desk, dread eating at him like never before.

Castiel stared at the man with pity in his eyes, sitting on the floor, his back to Sam's bed, "What now?"

As soon as he spoke, Dean's expression changed in the blink of an eye, "Why didn't you smite him?"

Dean looked furious then, glaring at Castiel with so much poison that it took the angel by surprise. Castiel clenched his hands then, expecting Dean to jump and try to kill him by Sam's bed. "To smite someone, I have to touch them," Castiel still answered, being careful not to take his eyes off Dean for even half a second, in case he tries to slash his throat open with a pencil in a fit of rage.

Castiel watched the man's shoulders rise and fall, his left eye twitching a little and he finally looked away, gathering his head in his hands, "Did you see that? He didn't have a single scratch on him. He didn't even feel anything,"Dean sounded defeated and frustrated, "What the fuck is he?"

"I don't know," Castiel answered when he didn't need to, it was mostly a rhetorical question, and it seemed to piss Dean even more, "You don't? How old are you, buddy? 10,000 years old? And you don't know?" Dean's voice got louder the more he spoke and Castiel winced, "You'll wake Sam up,"

Dean hissed, "Oh, shut up,"

But he did whisper those last words, taking into consideration his baby brother sleeping in the room.

Dean hated himself then, hated that he was practically hiding in Sam's room with Castiel from the monster outside, Soldier Boy. He felt like he was a coward, like everything his daddy taught him not to be. But then, John probably never imagined there ever could be someone else from another universe with his son's face. Dean wondered then, if he existed somewhere else under a different name, does Sam? Their mum? Their dad? Are they alive and well, all together as a proper family, apple pie life and all?

Who knows. All Dean really cares about at this moment is finding a way to figure out what Soldier Boy is, and how to kill him, or at least get rid of him, because Dean does not want to share Sam, under any circumstances.

Dean looked at his brother, sleeping on the bed, in the same position Dean left him. A little shiver of panic suddenly washed over Dean, he got up from his seat, ignoring Castiel on the floor and leaned down over Sam's sleeping figure, he took two of his fingers and held them under Sam's nose, when he felt a little wind he sighed in relief, patting Sammy's hair down and straightening back up.

"Get out of the room, Sam needs to rest," Dean said without looking at the angel and opened the door, stepping out. Castiel following after him. Dean switched the lights off and slowly closed the door.

Castiel didn't move then, standing there, looking at Dean expectantly. Dean finally looked at him, "Go and look for some explanations about this guy, if anyone knows where he's from and what he is,"

"You're going to talk to him? Alone?" Castiel frowned in concern.

"I know what I'm doing, just go," Dean waved his hand dismissively and turned around, making his way back to the room where they left Soldier Boy.

Castiel didn't say anything and left with a flap of his wings, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

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Dean doesn't know what he's doing.

If anything, he only knows how to be persistent and hard headed, and unfortunately for him, it proved to be extremely amusing to Soldier Boy, who was sitting on a chair, by their big table in the common room.

Dean was glaring daggers at the man, hasn't said a word since he caught him having another beer in the common room. The man had seven of them, empty, on the table, and a half eaten bag of peanuts. Dean simply took a seat on the far corner of the table, his gun digging at his hip, tucked in his waistband.

The hunter really thought he'd have some questions lined up by the time he found this fucking guy. But right as he saw his face, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to ask. There was so many things that Dean wanted to know, and he didn't know where to start.

Luckily, or unluckily for him, Soldier Boy broke the silence, "What?"

"What?" Dean repeated, glare stuck to his face.

"What do you wanna know?" Soldier Boy smirked, staring down at his fingernails.

"I don't want to know anything," Dean quickly said, and he immediately regretted it because why did he even say that? He wants to know so much! But his mouth spoke before his brain registered it. He felt like he should be defiant, like he should fight this guy.

"Oh, sure you do, look at you, you're dying for it," Soldier Boy chuckled, mean and nasty.

Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers tingling for the metal of his gun, even though he knows it won't do shit to this man, "What are you?"

"I'm America's Golden Boy & Saving Grace; Soldier Boy," Ben said, chest puffed out and everything.

"Yeah, right, why are you not dead?" Dean tried again.

"Cuz I can't, I'm invincible," Ben lied, knowing full well that his previous team of Supes managed to trap him because apparently he was bringing (more like terrorising) them down or whatever the fuck. Soldier Boy was betrayed, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

"So you're what? Superman?" Dean said.

"Who the fuck's that?" Soldier Boy frowned, disgusted to be compared to anyone.

"A comic book super-hero,"

"So he's not real?"

"No,"

"Huh, I guess I'm the only one in your world now,"

"Not for long,"

Soldier Boy stared at Dean for a minute and snorted, "Why do you hate me? I saved your brother's ass,"

"Because you made him do things he doesn't want," Dean hissed and Ben looked around, as if this was some sort of joke and burst out laughing when he realised Dean was very serious, "You think—?" Soldier Boy laughed, slapping the table and Dean bristled at the sound, the memory of Sammy kissing Soldier Boy making him want to shoot himself.

"Everything that Sammy ever did was out of his own will, I mean, I admit sometimes he needed a bit of encouragement but he got there, eventually," Soldier Boy hummed, Dean's expression getting more disturbed as he went on.

"What do you mean everything?" Dean's mouth went dry.

Soldier Boy licked his lower lip, "Did you know your brother was a fag, Dean? The things these little boys do for cock, lucky for him, I was there, to keep him safe of course,"

Dean's head was getting dizzy, what in the fuck is this guy even on about?

Worst of all, Dean couldn't tell if he was lying to fuck with him or not, it was awful, especially since he wore his fucking face and had his voice. Even Dean was a good liar, he has to, to be a good hunter, and it was difficult for him to attempt to read this guy's words.

"You should thank me, Dean. For keeping our princess safe," Soldier Boy smirked.

"Don't call him that," Dean gritted through his teeth.

Soldier Boy laughed again and got up, Dean tensed his body so he wouldn't flinch and watched the man make his way towards one of the doors, adjusting the tent in his jeans.

"Where are you going?" Dean quickly got up.

"To take a piss," Soldier Boy grunted.

Dean contemplated letting this guy look aimlessly for the toilet in the maze that was their bunker, but then the mental image of Soldier Boy just taking a piss on a random wall in the hallway flashed in his head. Dean clenched his jaw and caught up with the man, "We don't have toilets here, you'll have to go outside,"

Soldier Boy raised his brow, "You're a shit liar, you know that?"

Dean's eyes widened a little and Soldier Boy walked past him, their shoulders bumping as he made his way down the hallway.

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Sam wakes up the next day. He's groggy and his memory takes a while to catch up with him so he doesn't realise when he turns to look at his side for Ben, until he's met with nothing but his desk in his own room.

Sam jumps out of bed, heart hammering in his chest and rushes to the sink on the wall, splashing water on his face, staring at his messy hair and pulling the collar of his shirt down, expecting bruises to be there, like teeth marks and hickies, but he doesn't see anything.

He also realises he can feel the cold of the ground, he looks down and sees his socked feet. He remembers feeling off at the motel room with Soldier Boy, and then he remembers bright lights and— Oh.

He's home.

Sam finds his slippers under the bed and slips them on, leaving his room to find Dean or Castiel.

What he doesn't expect to find is Castiel in the common room sitting 3 chairs away from Soldier Boy, who was drinking beer and flipping through a pile of dusty skin mags. He looked half focused on the pages, flipping them this and that way, snorting and flipping on to the next one.

"Cas, what's going on?"

Castiel and Soldier Boy look up at him at the same time, Castiel looks relieved while Soldier Boy looks happy? Sam really can't tell with this man, if he's truly happy to see him, or just happy that he gets to terrorise Sammy again, and worst of all, Sam isn't sure if he really minds it or not.

"Morning, princess," Soldier Boy leers at him and Sam crosses his arms over his chest, uncomfortable. He looks at Castiel, who glares at Soldier Boy for him and gets up, standing by Sam's side, "How are you feeling?"

Sam smiles a little, "Much better, thanks Cas,"

Castiel smiles at him, reaching over to gently squeeze one of his shoulders.

"Where's Dean?" Sam looks around for his brother, and he's nowhere to be seen.

"He's getting things ready so we can test—" Castiel waves at Soldier Boy.

"Soldier Boy," The man says over his shoulder, feet on the table and when he's done flipping through a magazine he chucks it on the floor, by the feet of the chair.

"His name is Ben," Sam pinches the bridge of his nose and Castiel nods once.

"We're doing some tests to figure out what he is, he may be a 'superhero' where he comes from but maybe we have another name for it in our world," Castiel explains and Sam nods.

"What happened when I was out?" Sam asks.

"I went and asked around if anyone knows about this," Castiel starts, Soldier Boy lowering his magazine to pay attention. "He has to be from another world, but nobody really knows how he ended up here, or how you even ended up in his world,"

"Okay, thanks, Cas," Sam smiles and that's when Dean comes back in the room, "Everything's ready,"

"Finally," Soldier Boy rolls his eyes and slams the magazine on the table, downing the rest of his beer and leaving the bottle on the table, he rolls his shoulders and looks at Sam, "Come on, Sammy,"

Sam looks at his brother, and he can see in his eyes that he's still worried about him, Dean takes a long look at him and Sam knows he wants to ask if he's okay, so Sam smiles a little and nods once, Dean nodding and turning around, leading Soldier Boy and Castiel to the dungeon.

Sam goes to the kitchen and gets a small water bottle out from the fridge and follows them, drinking half of it in the way.

There was a chair in the middle of a devil's trap, both on the floor and on the ceiling, with a table right next to it with some equipment. Soldier Boy sits on the chair without being told and looks around the dusty room. Dean approaches the man with a pair of handcuffs with little devil traps etched onto them. Soldier Boy looks at him and the handcuffs, then makes no move at raising his hands. Dean's shoulders tense and he looks like he's about to deck him in the mouth when Sam grabs his brother by the shoulder and moves him to the side. He takes the handcuffs and holds them in front of Soldier Boy.

"What's that on it?" Soldier Boy asks.

"Devil traps," Sam answers, dry.

"You really believe in this shit, don't you?" Ben smirks and sticks his hands out, the handcuffs clicking shut. He pulls at them, the metal easily bending and as soon as Sam sees it, he puts his hand on Soldier Boy's wrist, "Don't,"

Ben doesn't say anything and Sam turns around, walking out of the circle and looking at Dean.

"Alright, first I'll read a prayer and you tell me if you feel anything,"

"Like what? Burning?" Soldier Boy scoffs and Dean starts reciting the prayer by heart, Latin filling the room as Soldier Boy watches him like he's lost his damn mind. When Dean's done, nothing happens, so he goes ahead and grabs a silver bullet, "Hold this,"

Soldier Boy does as he's asked without a fuss, which is a miracle in of itself.

When nothing happens and Soldier Boy just thumbs at the thing, Dean sighs and snatches it from his hand, then he grabs an angel blade and Soldier Boy raises a brow.

"Maybe I should do it?" Sam quickly suggests but Dean ignores him, pushing Ben's sleeve up and digging the tip of his blade in his skin, pushing, trying to pierce it, and when he fails, Dean huffs in frustration, "Cas,"

Castiel moves, taking the blade off the man and trying himself, he grips Ben's arm in one hand and the blade in another, focusing his strength on trying to pierce it. This time Soldier Boy's lip twitches, he looks down at his arm then back up at the angel. The angel blade doesn't even put a dent in his arm, so Castiel tries harder, his eyes glowing blue and Soldier Boy clenches his hand.

"Am I hurting you?" Castiel asks.

"Okay, get the fuck off me, you're wasting my fucking time," Soldier Boy pushes the angel off and snaps the handcuffs off like they're made out of paper.

"We're not done," Dean stands in front of the entrance, as if that'll do anything.

Soldier Boy snarls, "We're done when I say we're done, boy, move,"

"Ben, listen, we only have one more test left, it's just holy water," Sam quickly says, pointing at the flipping bucket that Dean has prepared. Sam cups his hand and dips it in, taking a sip, "See?"

Soldier Boy looks at him then rolls his eyes, approaching the table and looking down at the bucket, "What now?"

"Put your hand in it," Castiel tells him and Sam grabs his brother by the arm and drags him away from the other two.

"Why did you bring a whole bucket of holy water and a towel?" Sam hisses under his breath.

"What? It's the fucking test! He's unusually strong so he needs a higher dose!" Dean throws his hands in the air.

"Right, you wanted to waterboard him with Holy Water!"

"No, I wasn't,"

"Don't lie to me, Dean. I know you,"

"Well fuck me for trying to find a way to get answers out of him while your ass was sleeping,"

Sam's hands were clenched into fists, he clenched his jaw and his eyes stung, how dare Dean claim he was somehow tapped out of whatever this is, when Sam was the one trapped with Soldier Boy for weeks. For God sake he was just back a couple of hours ago!

"Fine," Sam hissed, he turned around, his hair almost hitting Dean in the face and marching over to grab Ben by the wrist, "We're leaving,"

"Leaving?!" Dean almost shrieked.

Soldier Boy smirked and let himself be dragged out of the room by Sam.

"Leaving where? You just got back," Castiel says, a little dissapointed that he doesn't get to hang out with the hunter.

"Well clearly you're happy to see me," Sam spits and Dean looks shocked, absolutely baffled at Sam's audacity.

"Castiel do something!" He turns to the angel, who only shrugs. He would do something if Soldier Boy was the one dragging Sammy away, but he wasn't. Sam was upset with his brother and Castiel really doesn't see it as a reason to get involved, especially since Castiel's unsure if Soldier Boy had the capacity to kill him or not.

Sam and Soldier Boy leave the room, followed by Dean, who's trying to apologise, to convince Sam to stay but Sam doesn't want to hear any of it.

Eventually Castiel hears the sound of the bunker's door slam shut and a crashing sound, probably chairs hitting some shelves, and a very angry, "SON OF A BITCH!"

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[littlemissayu]

“YOU SPOKE!!” – Their kids first words (Night Raven 3rd Years-Malleus & Lilia)

A/n: Yes I ‘m well aware I haven’t updated/posted my other oc request from my event, even though it ended over a month ago BUT it’s getting done and I will try to finish as fast as I can. I ‘m just posting this because it’s been delayed forever and I need something to get my writing juices going.

If you see me mention gender it’s based off of my Twst boys as Parents series that you can find here!!

Warnings: FEM! Reader, pregnancy,domestic fluff, babies(ofc), google translate translations, I’m only doing their first kids/first set of kids

pairing(s):3rd Years x fem!Reader(separate/romantic)

Yummy/Delicious- Hears you say it everytime Trey makes a really good baked treat(aka all the time). Now I know delicious is probably a hard word for a baby to say which is why I also have ‘yummy’. They say it for the first time after Trey gives them a small part of a macaroon. You could just see how Trey’s eyes lit up when he heard his little one speak for the first time!!

Smile!!/Cheese!!- The two of you (mostly Cater) always say these phrases to your kids, so it’s no surprise when their first words are smile and cheese. With the family album(that I 100% believe Cater would start making once you get pregnant). When Cater heard his babies speak for the very first time he got super sentimental and excited calling you over(if you weren’t already there)

Papa!- Now this is solely based on my personal headcanon that Leona’s first kid would be a girl and a total Daddy’s girl. Always with him, even though you carried her for 9 MONTHS, homegirl got evicted from the womb and wanted to follow around papa. I also believe this happened as he was getting something and turned his back to her so she tried to get his attention. His ears immediately shoot up and his eyes open wide. He instantly picks up his cub and rushes over to you to tell you what your daughter just said. But dw, her next word ended up being mama. Is so proud of his little girl~

Pretty!- You’re always saying this to your husband so she eventually just picks up on it. Also hears other people saying it about either you or Vil; not to mention you and Vil do occasionally call her “pretty girl”. So she’s just surrounded by the word so it's no shocker when it’s her first word. Vil just beamed at his daughter, truly feeling the sentiment. His little girl, his pride and joy has spoken for the first time BUTTTT sadly he wasn’t there to witness it. So all that happened when he came back from work. He almost left early after you told him over the phone. But he could be more proud of his kleiner engel.

Up!!- Now this is because this little Hunt loves being picked up, especially when her father is flying on his broom. They love the feeling of being high up and flying through the sky with her father. Rook is always open to giving his petit oiseau what they ask. When his little one said their first words he couldn’t help but outburst with joy. He couldn’t stop praising them for speaking, then when you came in or called out to him/your child, he began praising you for giving this wonderful child.

Play!!/Uh oh- Now 2 things to establish, 1. Ik “uh oh isn’t a word” but I’m just gonna have to count it and I will explain why 2. Why are there 2 different words, well if you read this fic here!!, you’ll learn that I believe Idia has twin boys therefore I wrote 2 different words. Now onto my explanation; for ‘play’ it just makes sense, sitting on his dad’s lap watching him play games that say and display the word ‘play’ on the title screen ofc that would be his kid’s first word it just makes sense. Now for your other twin boy this was his first “word” because whenever Idia gets frustrated on the game at a certain point he hears you say “uh oh”, meaning “Dad’s about to burst”. They also have learnt(bc they're a very smart child) that they can use this for other times when something is about to go wrong so they do say it when something might go wrong. Idia seemed nonchalant at first place but then a smile grew on Idia’s face from his adorable talking twins.<3

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[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

What animal do you most resemble and why?

So just so yall know before you go to your piles. The animals in the pictures might not be the creature that you most resemble. I am using the Untamed Spirit Animal Oracle in this reading. Please take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new perspectives about yourself.

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Pisces, Sagittarius, Aries

Song: all i ever wanted by Mazie

Vibes: 🖤💙🔭✈️🕷🦋🕶🎓🐾🌏🌊🫐🍙🧊🎧♟🦽💎⛏🛋📘✒️💤♿️🔊♠️🏁

Cards: Lion, 5 of Cups, 7 of Wands, The Void, Karmic Relationships

Hi, pile 1! Welcome. These cards tell me you look most like a lion. I can see some of you have prominent noses that make your face very lion-like. All of you have the most piercing fierce eyes. I also see you have soft hands and nice nails that you probably get done regularly. You are legit gorgeous and you have this extensive hair routine you do almost every day. You might wear a bonnet to sleep or you have a silk pillow case to protect it. I can also see you are surprised by these compliments. You have some self-esteem issues that frustrate you a lot. These beliefs you have about your physical appearance are built around the opinions of others. First off, they only shit on you cus they are jealous. These cards have a weird undertone of relationships so I think maybe you had a partner at one point who was SUUUUPER jealous of how beautiful you are. Wow, they are pressed about it. They probably said some extremely mean things to you about your appearance that stick with you even though it doesn't look like they are around you anymore. I hear them saying you have RBF or something. You have literally nothing to feel insecure about my dear.. Like you complimented yourself in the mirror around this person and they like immediately tried to knock you down a peg. Dude, that person is SO ENVIOUUS. Don't listen to their words. You need to see through their words to the true emotions behind them. Don't let these jealous people dim you light, girl!!! Their words are not based on reality. It is distorted by their emotions. Just know when they look in the mirror all they hear is their momma tellin them they're ugly as fuck. They were just projecting their insecurities, baby.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Taurus, Leo, Aquarius

Song: Body Talks by The Struts, Kesha

Vibes: 💛🧡❤️💙🎁🧿💰🌅🏖🚦🚚🚎🎯🎭🏅🍹🫐🍂🌊🌈🌏🍁🐠🫂🤖🥶😰

Cards: Badger, 7 of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, The Seven Star Sisters, Jump In

Hey there, pile 2!! You have such an interesting energy. The animal you most resemble is the Badger. So from what I'm reading from the other cards this is less of a physical resemblance and more of an attitude resemblance. The way you hold yourself is like you do not give a fuck what anyone thinks about you. You had many people around you growing up who were considered "conventionally attractive" and for a long time, this bothered you. I think sometimes it does still bother you but you have grown your self-esteem a lot since you were little. You got tired of fighting for attention real quick. You realized how dumb the competition of appearance is and began to explore your expression more for fun rather than to fit in. You have a unique way of expressing yourself, especially with your make-up. Dark eye shadow is your signature look. It makes your already really unique eye color pop like nothing else. You dress very alternatively compared to your siblings and/or friends. The style does have a touch of whimsicalness to it too. I see some of the people who picked this pile have a curvy body type. You keep your hair short for the most part because it's easier to manage while short. You truly have such a fantastic head-turning style. I really do love your energy, my dear. Like, wow you are fucking awesome. I would have looked at you as a kid and wanted to look like you so bad.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Scorpio, Libra, Gemini

Song: The Middle by Jimmy Eats World

Vibes: 🤍🖤🔎🖋🧷📓🩺🔬🔌📷📼🎥🎹🎼🎤🎧🎬🌪🐚🪨🐇🕊🦢🐈‍⬛🕸🐰👟

Cards: Toad, Fox, 8 of Swords, 2 of Wands, Double Mission, Deep Cellular Healing

Oh, pile 3. This is gonna be a kind of shadow work-y kind of reading so just be prepared to be called out okay? Trigger warning for SA. You make yourself ugly on purpose. You hid your beauty from yourself. I dunno exactly what you do to hide it from others but I see you wearing clothes that keep your shape a secret. You do your make-up in a way that accentuates the dark cycles under your eyes. You make yourself look sick and dying. You force yourself to believe you resemble a Toad. I don't blame you, my friend. You went through something truly terrible that made you feel ugly so you express it outwardly constantly. You believe you are ugly because of what happened. What they did to you didn't taint your beauty, homie. You aren't dirty. You aren't hideous or unattractive naturally. You are so scared of what happened, happening again. It makes you put up these defenses in-order to feel safe. My friend you are already safe without these defenses. You might be doing way more harm than good, my friend. If you stopped hiding your true beauty from yourself, you would more resemble a Fox. These cards are encouraging you to heal from what happened to you mentally. Your reaction to what happened isn't wrong but you shouldn't destroy yourself because of how others treated you. You are stunning and so naturally gorgeous. I hear you saying that your feelings about what happened don't matter. That is a lie you tell yourself. That is a lie someone else told you. What happened to you was truly awful. What they did to you was disgusting but it doesn't make you disgusting. It makes THEM disgusting. What THEY did is disgusting. You are beautiful. You are so drop-dead, star-struck glamorous! You aren't a toad. You are a fox. Please embrace your authenticity because you deserve to feel good. You deserve to see your body for what it truly is.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Cancer, Capricorn, Virgo

Song: Honey And The Bee by Owl City

Vibes: 🤍💖💛🦦😜👄☀️👟🐁👙👑🎂🐱🐻‍❄️🌙🦭🌸🌼🍣🍰⚾️🎗🎟🎲📿

Cards: Otter, Queen of Cups, The Well, A New Earth, Called

Pile 4. You are so fucking cute. Like so cute. Like I feel your energy and all I feel and think is "Awwww~ What a cuuutie!". You most resemble an Otter. Which in my opinion, ARE SO FUCKING CUTE!!! I see you like to color your hair in pastel colors and it's SUUUPER long. Like you have been growing out your hair for a while now. You have this cute little button nose and these super pretty dark eyes. Ohmygods you have no idea how much I think brown eyes are the prettiest eyes. You put a lot of creativity in your outfits so you always look so snatched and dolled up. You like the long flowy dresses and shirts that billow in the wind. They make you look like a fairy. You always smell like incense and sea salt. You probably love swimming or surfing or some kind of sport you play in the water so you are very lean. I see you might be pursuing some kind of profession in the beauty industry. Either that or you just look like a model and people think you are one. You wear these pretty flowers in your hair that give you this gorgeous halo of lavender. You have been absolutely blessed by Lady Aphrodite. She loves you like her child. She blesses you with fashion sense and soft features.

[theboardwalkbody]

I just have a Protective/Rescuer Richie x Reader thought in my head I can't shake ATM. This got a bit longer than I thought also its after midnight forgive me if this is all over the place. I can't see straight anymore.

*note: i hate guns and kinda hate that he has one but anyway it kinda just fueled this scenario*

You've been working at The Beef a while. You're 'fully integrated'. Richie has a soft spot for you but you're Carmy's age and besides that he's a Hot Mess and Going Through Shit at the moment so he hasn't actually pursued anything.

One night it's late. Later than when you'd typically be at work. It's just you, Richie, and Carmy left behind cleaning and closing up. Carmy finished the kitchen and has himself holed up in the office. You're not fully convinced he hasn't actually just passed out at the desk from exhaustion, honestly. The day was a disaster and half the restaurant looked trashed. Carmy and Richie had an entire screaming fit over who should clean what and ultimately Carmy took kitchen and Richie took front of house (something about staying in their 'fucking lane' you heard them shouting). After a while Carmy let the rest of the kitchen staff leave because it was well passed a reasonable time to hold them even if there was stuff to do. Kitchen was mostly done anyway, and the bit that was left Carmy handled before heading into the office to 'sort some shit'.

So you and Richie worked front of house (as FOH was your domain, too). He was worked up, you could feel the frustration and aggravation in him spilling over. It was like holding your hand over a hot stove; the energy was radiating from him. You helped calm him a little. You put some music on (to keep you awake and to help you focus on cleaning) - it wasn't really his type and if it was anyone but you he would have made some snide comment on it. But because it was you he let you do what you wanted. You chose to put on Bastille's album Give Me the Future. It was a deliberate choice. It wasn't his type but the album has a sci-fi theme and references to some of his favorite things. During the parts with direct references you snuck glances at him to see if he was paying enough attention to notice. He did. He didn't acknowledge it verbally but you did catch him pause a moment, as if to process what he heard. You looked away and smiled. You liked he was paying attention at least.

As the night went on you tried talking him down a bit more. Tried to get him to at least smile. He wasn't receptive, however, so other than the music you worked in silence.

It was nearly finished. You turned off the music but left your phone on the table. You told him you'd take out the trash and that should be the last of it. You hated taking out the trash. One time you did and a raccoon jumped out at you. As much as you think they're cute it was terrifying to have one leap at you in the dark. It became a 'Richie job' after that but tonight his fuse was short and you were trying to do what you could to get things done quicker so he could get home and calm down.

He tried telling you not to, the most he'd spoken in a while. You told him you got it and walked off.

It was nearly 3am. It was pitch black outside. The flood light on the back of the restaurant had burned out so the only light you really had was what was spilling out from the open door. You held your breath and opened the dumpster. No feral but furry animal greeted you and you sigh in relief. So you toss the bag of garbage inside and close the lid.

Before you can turn around the light disappears. The back door closed and now you were left in the dark. Weird. You had propped it open. Someone would have had to have closed it. But they would have saw you, and why would they if they saw you out there.

Your stomach drops. You're afraid. You don't yet know why.

You're not far from the door. You're not afraid of the dark. You're just alone is all.

Except you're not alone.

You're walking towards the door and you're heart is already pounding and you don't yet know why when you hear what sounded like someone taking a step. You freeze and listen. You can't hear anything over your own breathing and your own heart beat so you hold your breath and try to will your heart to slow down.

You wish you hadn't been holding your breath because suddenly there's a hand over your mouth and an arm tightly wrapped around the middle of your torso making it hard for your lungs to fully expand. You're struggling to get enough air through your nose, your panic increasing your demand for oxygen making it feel like you are suffocating.

One of your arms was still free and you grasp at the hand over your mouth and, to your surprise, you manage to rip it away for a split second. You try screaming. You're not actually sure if you did. It felt like one of those nightmares where you try screaming for help but no sound comes out.

Whoever is behind you gets their hand back over your mouth. They wrap their leg around one of yours to pin you for a moment so you don't dart away when they remove their other arm from your body for a split second to grab something from their jacket. You don't know what but you do feel them place their arm tightly around you once more.

They speak. A man. He's demanding things. Money, drugs, whatever of value you could give. You're crying. You have nothing. But they want something. And you just want to get away. You want to be inside with Richie and Carmy and you don't want to be in the dark alone, but not-alone, with this man who has you in his arms and who smells awful and who has something in his hand and maybe it could hurt you but you don't know what it is.

You aren't sure if its better to freeze or to try and get away but being frozen hasn't worked this far. You just need to turn around and make it to the door. You just need to get your hand free and scream. Maybe someone would hear you. Maybe you'd be able to get to the door and open it and call out to Carmy and Richie.

You kick your foot forward to try and knock his leg from around yours. It works a bit. He staggers as he looses his balance slightly. The hand on your mouth slips, just a tiny bit, and for a split second but you can scream. You call out for Richie. The thing he was holding was a knife you realize as the blade grazes the side of your arm as he stumbles and steadies himself and retightens his hold on you. Then the fingernails on the hand around your mouth dig into your cheek and chin as he repositions his hand. He pulls you backwards. To pin you tighter or to move you you're not sure because you feel like cement now. You feel like your bones turned to stone.

He's speaking to you, voice harsh, but you don't know what he's saying. You close your eyes tight and try to block out everything happening.

You don't see the light from the restaurant spill out through the open door. You don't hear heavy footfalls approach. You don't hear the sound of a fist slamming into the side of your assailants head.

You do feel the body around yours shift and the grip loosen. You do feel them get violently ripped away from you. You do feel someone grab your arm and pull you towards them.

You open your eyes. Carmy is pulling you against him. Your back is against him and both of his arms are around you. He's holding you tightly against him and turning you so his body is between yours and your attackers. He's trying to guide you back inside.

You turn your head and look over his shoulder.

The man who last had your body against his was now on the ground. He had been knocked to the ground, one arm was propping him up so he wasn't laying on his back, the other was pressed tightly to his temple. His eyes were closed. The light wasn't the best but you thought you saw blood. The knife he had been holding was on the ground. Light danced on the part of the handle that was exposed. The blade itself was being stood on, securing it to the ground.

From your angle you could see both men. Richie to the left, and the attacker to the right. Richie loomed over him. His foot pinning the knife to the ground, keeping it out of reach of the man who had attacked you. His arm was outstretched, in his hand was his gun. You saw your attacker open his eyes and realize the situation he was in. You saw Richie look into the man's eyes and slowly shake his head twice. In a way it was as if Richie was silently conveying to the man that he not only made a terrible mistake but that he should not dare try anything else now or ever.

Carmy got you inside before you could see anything else. He took you to the back office, sat you down in the chair, shut the door and locked it. He came over to you, crouched down so he could be eye level with you and asked if you were okay. You nod.

He almost accepts your answer until he sees the scratch on your arm from where the knife had grazed you.

You caught a glimpse of Carmy's hand as he held your arm to look at the wound. His knuckles were bloody. You didn't feel or see any obvious bleeding on your arm. You realized it wasn't your blood, and it wasn't his either.

There was a knock at the door followed by Richie's voice calling for Carmy to let him in. Carmy stood and answered the door.

"She good?"

You nod despite not being the one asked.

"He cut her. On the arm."

"I'm fine." Your voice hurt. You didn't realize you had screamed that loudly.

Richie crossed the small room over to you. "Show me." He had crouched down like Carmy had before.

You looked at it yourself for the first time. The mark ran from the middle of your upper arm to a few inches below your elbow. It wasn't bad. You were lucky. It looked more like a cat scratch than anything.

You were left alone with Richie as Carmy fetches the things Richie ordered.

"That's nothing," you rasped.

He gently took your arm in his hands and examined the cut.

"Carmy. Water. Paper towels. Get her something to drink. Fuck's sake." He ordered.

He stood and reached down for your hands. "C'mere." He helped you up and once you were standing he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly against him. You wrapped your arms around his body as if he would leave you if you let go, though he had no intention to.

When he spoke to you now his voice was softer. His eyes locked with yours. You were always stunned by how bright and blue they are. "You okay sweetheart?"

"I'm fine." but it came out as a whisper, and you were crying.

You closed your eyes. It didn't stop the tears from falling.

You could feel the warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing, the security of his arms wrapped around you. You could smell his cologne. You could hear his heartbeat and then the way the sound of his voice reverberated in his chest and against your ear as he spoke softly.

"I got you."

[sugdendingle]

Okay everyone listen to me Tim posting a B/T video (if he even did because his FB is private and people are saying he posted it but took it down) does not mean he’s saying Buddie is a no go and T*mmy is Buck’s endgame.

First of all let’s remember that Tim wanted to do Buck’s bi storyline years ago particularly back in season 4 and this was likely going to lead to Buddie (look at how the shooting arc was handled).

Second so much of this season has been geared towards Buddie. We had a lot of joint interviews with Ryan and Oliver (more than ever before). We’ve had Buddie talked about in pretty much every interview Oliver and Ryan have done both together and separately this season. This is not something that happened (to this extent) previously, it’s clear Fox did not really want them talking about Buddie. Also remember that if Buddie wasn’t happening and if Tim and ABC didn’t want them talking about Buddie they wouldn’t be allowing these kinds of questions over and over again. They would answer the Buddie question once or twice and that would be the end of it. Everyone knows how much people ship Buddie especially Tim. I'm positive he knows it would be really stupid to keep bringing it up if he wanted the subject to die down.

More importantly let’s look at how this season has gone we’ve had Buck and Eddie together more than ever. Tim even explicitly stated he was trying to put Buddie scenes in almost every episode. Look at how he answered that person about the karaoke scene. Tim basically said he was a Buddie shipper too.

Also think about this Tim knew he was going to have Buck come out and naturally it stands to reason that when it happened people were going to speculate more than ever about Buddie. If Tim has no intention of making Buddie happen and if his long term goal has been to put Buck with T*mmy as Buck's forever love interest (Like Bathena and Madney) wouldn't he have handled this season differently?

I'm not saying Buck and Eddie wouldn't have scenes together if the plan is never for them to be a couple, obviously not they're best friends but I do think Tim would have been extra careful with this being the first season Buck is out as as a bi character. Yet like I said we've had Buddie together more than ever. We've had them talking about sexual tension, dressing in couples costumes (when the actual pair that is dating didn't), singing karaoke together (even if most of it got cut), Buck talking about Eddie's cologne, Buck being a parental figure to Chris, Buck coming out to Eddie in a private quiet scene (when he only had two coming out talks this season), a buddie hug when we haven't had one for years, Buck talking about how he wished he could help Eddie when Eddie was talking about being sexually frustrated.

Most importantly though and what really seals the deal for me on why I think Buddie is happening is that Buck's entire bi awakening episode was focused very heavily on Eddie. Buck was NOT jealous that Eddie was getting to spend time with T*mmy in that episode (i.e. jealous because he wanted to spend time with T*mmy) he was jealous because Eddie was spending so much time and sharing parts of himself with someone else. He was jealous of T*mmy getting to spend time with Eddie and felt like he was being replaced. He thought him and Eddie had something special but then he sees the connection Eddie so easily formed with T*mmy and it hurt him.

We just haven't (as of yet) seen Buck really be willing to dig deeper to understand what he was truly feeling during all of that. How it was all about Eddie and not T*mmy. At this point all Buck knows is that T*mmy kissed him and Buck realized oh I like guys and he's reveling in the newness of all of that. At some point though he's going to realize none of this was ever about T*mmy and that even the main things drawing him to T*mmy were because of his similarities to Eddie. (I wrote a whole post about this episode btw)

But back to my point and that's why would Tim make a whole episode about how Buck obviously has feelings for Eddie and make it in the same episode where the audience (especially the general audience) realizes that Buck isn't straight? Why do that if Buddie isn't in the plans? If Tim's goal is B/T he still could have had something with Buck being jealous. What if T*mmy was hanging out with Chim and the rest of the 118 and he started being friends with all of them. They could have had it where Buck felt threatened kind of like he did in season 2 with Eddie but what it really was about was that Buck liked T*mmy and didn't know how to express that. What I'm saying is that Tim wasn't backed into a corner with this bi Buck storyline and T*mmy there were so many different ways he could have told it. He chose to tell it where it revolved very heavily around Eddie. Buck was even talking about Eddie right before and after he kissed T*mmy what exactly are we supposed to take away from that?

I know B/T stans like to say we just see what we want to see but decisions like having Eddie feature so heavily in Buck's coming out ep aren't made on a whim these are very deliberate especially when the powers that be know how much people ship these characters. Very specific choices have been made to tell a story with Buck and Eddie this season that is leading them towards the same goal and that's eventually together. If you're not seeing that it's because you don't want to.

There's also the fact that if B/T is the ship we're supposed to be rooting for if it's the ship that's going to be as big to 911 as Bathena and Madney (at least according to B/T fans) why has there been so little focus on them? I know some people might say it's a shorter season and they already have so much to fit. Or that they're trying to go slow with B/T's story but here's the thing they rushed into having Buck come out to the audience in one episode and then rushed into having him come out to all the other characters a couple of episodes after that. If Tim wanted more focus on B/T there would be. They also wouldn't even have to do much with them. We've barely even seen them have an actual conversation and the few times we have most of it has been when there has been some kind of uncomfortableness or annoyance between them. Like when Buck was full of anxiety during the date (and then T*mmy made that closet joke) or when Buck was upset about T*mmy not dressing up and T*mmy seemed annoyed.

I don't know I've watched a ton of different shows and to me this doesn't feel like how you build a ship you want the audience to root for. And I'm not saying that you can't have two people at odds and then have them get together. I love a good enemies to lovers thing but that's not what this is. To me the show is trying to tell us that Buck and T*mmy have an attraction but they really aren't on the same wavelength in other areas. Plus the show is always having Buck either talking about Eddie or having Eddie show up. Like when Buck came out to Maddie and was more concerned about lying to Eddie than his date going bad. We had Maddie literally Telling Buck if he had something to tell Eddie he'd tell him in his own time. What am I supposed to think about a line like that? Or when you had Eddie there during the whole scene with B/T at the karaoke bar or how the scene immediately cut from the B/T hospital kiss to Eddie. Plus we haven't even had a mention of T*mmy since 7x06 and now we're going into the finale. You'd think that they would have at least had Buck mention T*mmy during that date night scene where Buck was watching Chris for Eddie but no instead we had Buck being rather flirty with Eddie talking about his cologne and throwing popcorn into his mouth.

Now let's look at this video. There’s a high probability Tim didn’t even watch it. It’s long and not good in my opinion (I saw it before today). B/T stans call us delusional but they’re yelling about how Tim must believe in this bs invisible string theory they came up with and because it’s mentioned in that video. But here’s what the cover looks like

And this is why I think Tim posted it (if he even did) because it’s not about what’s in the video it’s about the title.

Has 911 found Buck’s perfect match?

This is what Tim wants us thinking about going into the finale. Is T*mmy the perfect match for Buck? Some like to think so but we know there is someone better and Buck is going to realize that.

No matter what happens with Buck and T*mmy at the end of this season and even if they're still together going into season 8 I 100% don't believe that T*mmy is meant to be Buck's endgame. Buck is for all intents and purposes the shows main character. We were basically introduced to the show through him we've watched him have the most growth, tim is not going to give him some lackluster love story.

Most primetime shows have a couple that the audience can root for. A couple where the audience isn't sure if they're going to get together but everything happening with them makes you want to see it happen so it keeps the audience tuning in waiting for the day it finally does. 911 had that for a long time with Madney before they got together and then later when they broke up and got back together. But now that they and all the main couples are happily married and rather settled 911 has no main couple like that not one that will garner media and audience attention, except oh wait they do it's Buddie. If B/T were going to be the couple they were betting on we would have had at least one Oliver and Lou on screen interview by now talking about them and we haven't. We definitely would have had more press promoting the couple but we haven't. The focus like I said before is on Buddie. The focus in the episodes is towards Buddie, the focus in the media, it's all a bright neon flashing sign that says BUDDIE. Nothing is pointing towards B/T in actuality I think Buck and Taylor may have even had more press than B/T has gotten so do with that information what you will.

I know a lot of you will hear about Tim posting this and think that's it Buddie is dead in the water but it's just not true. We are closer than ever to Buddie happening I promise you. We just have to be patient and let the story play out. Please don't pay attention to all the negativity coming from that other ship in fandom. Block as much as you need to so you can keep your peace. The best thing you can do right now is to show your love for Buddie as much as possible. Make sure you're tweeting about Buddie, leaving comments about Buddie on 911's official accounts (on ig YT tiktok etc), making new posts and graphics about Buddie on tumblr. We need to continue to be a loud (respectful) presence online and to remind everyone that we won't give up on Buddie.

Sending love to all of you ❤️

And remember: