#the chimney disappeared in the first one idk what's going on there

[softerhaze]

just call me bob 🔨👷🏽‍♀️💅🏼

[tvfangirladdict]

The more time that passes the more I feel like I'm going crazy because I've never seen a show handle a main character death like this and it's driving me crazy. I'm supposed to believe Bobby is dead but like, why are there so many signs saying he's not? And if he really is dead, then I'm pissed about how they're handling it.

If he really is dead, why do it only a few episodes before the finale so that everything is rushed in terms of seeing the aftermath? If it's a challenge for the characters to face, why aren't we giving them the time to deal with it? They all found out through a rushed montage and they broke down and cried on their own in little clips. Eddie wasn't even in those episodes. Then we skipped 2 weeks? It would have been easy for them to pick up where they left off and shown that time in between rather than trying to stick to our real world timeline. Instead, they jumped straight to his funeral.

Im not saying that Athena and Chimney weren't handled well in terms of how they're feeling, but the acceptance felt rushed, tied up in a nice little bow so they could put him to rest metaphorically as they did literally.

Granted, there's 2 episodes left, and we could see more from them, but I doubt it'll be given it's due diligence for all of them. Then we'll time jump to season 9 as per usual and more time will have passed.

So, if it's real, why not do it as the finale like most other shows? If Tim had control over the story and it wasn't because Peter wanted to leave like Patrick Dempsey in Grey's, why not go out at the end so it felt more real?

Why drop little hints that he could be alive?

Bobby's speech about not wanting to "leave" Athena as apposed to not wanting to die.

Chimney carrying the cured rat out, which in any pandemic-escue movie/show would be a sign of hope and a cure.

Bobby being Catholic and his death happening at Easter during the time of resurrection

Not seeing his body at all-as he was bagged up, at the funeral, nothing. Most shows leave the actor in place to lay there dead afterwards, we only saw him collapse.

Why was the brass holding his body and refusing to release him?

The whole Brad plotline about the main character not being able to die

There's just too many signs that he's not officially dead, while we're all being told he is and it's driving me nuts.

I wish if he's really dead, they would have made it clear at the end of the season, everyone would have been together to witness it, and then we could pick up in season 9 in the aftermath to give each character their own time to process. What's the finale gonna be now?

For someone who made a creative decision to make his characters face something big and tragic for the first time, he's sure skipping most of it.

Maybe it's false hope and I'm being delusional, but why is this being handled so weirdly?

For reference, some MCDs on other shows I've watched in comparison(Spoilers for Grey's, CSI, Bones, NCIS, Alert: MPU, Chicago Fire, Teen Wolf, Arrow, and TWD):

Grey's Anatomy: George

Season 4 Finale/Season 5 Premier.

Left on a cliffhanger while making it clear he wasn't going to make it. Had at least half of Season 5 to deal with his death and they picked up right where they left off rather than doing a time jump.

Grey's Anatomy: Mark and Lexi

Season 8 Finale.

Time jump in season 9 but with flashbacks. Even though time has passed you feel like people are still going through the thick of it. There's no easy acceptance. Everyone's still dealing with anger and denial and are burying a lot of it.

Grey's Anatomy: Derek

Season 11, Episode 21

Honestly, this is closer to Bobby than the rest. He dies a few episodes before the finale and it happens in a car accident while he's on his own. I think Meredith and his sister are the only ones who know until after he dies when Meredith drops the bomb at the hospital and disappears. (I've only seen it once and I won't watch after he dies so idk everything)

I will say though, this was done because Patrick Dempsey wanted to leave the show, not because it was a "creative decision". We also see more in depth, extensive coverage on their grieving processes as per usual of Grey's.

CSI: Warrick

Season 9 Finale

Warrick is killed in the finale because the actor's contract was not renewed by CBS. But they still picked up right where his cliffhanger death left of in the season 9 premier and we got to see the aftermath and the hunt for his killer. I wish we'd seen more from Nick as his best friend, but Grissom's reactions and his speech at the funeral were just beautifully heartbreaking.

Because it was a procedural in the prime of cable television and relied on reruns, they didn't carry it over too much into following episodes outside of the occasional reference.

Bones: Sweets

Season 8 Premiere.

Again, a show that killed a main chatacter off in the beginning so they could follow the immediate aftermath and how it affects the characters, along with the hunt for his killer.

NCIS: Kate

Season 2 Finale:

Again, even though her death was a cliffhanger in season 2, we picked up where it was left off in season 3 with a two part episode to catch her killer and we got to see how the team members handled it, each seeing a different ghost/hallucinated version of her, a la Bobby, to help them accept her death(not just one person like with Athena). Makes me wonder if we'll see ghost Bobby again.

I could do others in NCIS, but I honestly stopped watching for the most part after Ziva and Tony left.

Alert: Missing Person's Unit: Nikki

Season 3 Premiere.

I've posted about this one because it pisses me off. Showrunner Carla Kettner seems to have the same attitude as Tim Minear and decided to kill off the number one character on a whim for "creative" reasons. She wasn't even in the episode, they used look-alikes and you never saw her face. It was so stupid to kill her off, especially after only 2 seasons. The longer the show runs, the more they keep scraping out anything that made it unique. I think they handled the boys finding her body really well, that was a tear jerking scene, but again, skipped ahead to them being mostly well adjusted. Their daughter didn't even seemed phased, like wtf?

Chicago Fire: Andy

Season 1 Premiere

This probably isn't classified as a major character death since he only had one episode but I would argue that because he was so important to the main characters going forward through season one that this counts. This show starts by watching House 51 deal with the aftermath of losing a fellow firefighter, friend, and family member and how that death affected their jobs but also their friendships, anger driving Casey and Severide apart.

Chicago Fire: Shay

It's crazy what kind of grip a character can have on the audience after only 2 seasons. I think that it was probably better she'd died early on as apposed to later because it probably could have pushed too many people away from the show if we'd had more time with her. Shay was an amazingly complex character and as much as I love Sylvie(I really do, she's my favorite) losing Shay hurt the show's quality IMO. Sure, she was lesbian representation, but she was also the most real and human character on the show. Watching her deal with witnessing a suicide and how that drove her off the deep end and seeing her crawl out of that hole to find her will to live and keep moving forward was soooo good. Not to mention they're whole baby plotline. Ugh, that was good storytelling.

Anyway, don't mind the tangent. Her death is probably the only one I've witnessed having such a profound and long running affect on the show. Especially after only 2 seasons. Kelly still mentions her a decade later. Putting that memorial on the door of 61 and then Kelly rescuing it later on when 61 is totaled? Insane by television standards. Way above and beyond with Shay.

Chicago Fire: Otis

Season 8 premier

Another one that ended the precious season in a cliffhanger and killed the character off in the premiere. Now, this one did both, it picked up right after the finale and Otis dies, but then it takes a time jump to where the house has kind of moved on. But the whole team is there to lean on each other when it happens which is big, even though Brett moves away afterwards, a la Eddie being gone. Plus we get to see her make the decision to come home and stop running from it. And Boden builds a memorial in an effort to recognize Otis and help Joe through his grief, being the one who took his death the hardest.

This one is very similar to Bobby's death, but I argue that Chicago Fire handled it better because one, it happened at the beginning of the season so that you had all of the time in the world to adjust to it as apposed to it being rushed at the end of the season, and two, Otis isn't the equivalent to Bobby. It'd be like them killing off Boden instead, so it doesn't affect the show the same way.

Teen Wolf: Allison

Season 3, Episode 23

Allison died one episode before the finale. You get one episode to see the fallout in the characters before the season is over. In the season 4 premiere, there is a time jump afterwards and everyone's still occasionally dealing with her death but Scott is the one most affected, similar to Athena, and Stiles deals with his guilt like Chimney.

The Walking Dead:

Too many deaths to count, and show where no one is safe. These deaths happen at any point in the season really, sometimes there's a time jump, sometimes it's not, and a lot have been main characters.

Game of Thrones:

Similar to TWD, lots of deaths, no one was really safe, but all of the deaths served a purpose(at least until the last season. Fuck season 8).

[oriocookie]

orion can i hear more about the satanic cult that you discovered ?? /nf

ok disclaimer: idk if they actually worship satan. they were probably a cult tho

where to begin?

this was like 3 years ago? we were allowed to go outside and run around for gym. our school backs up to a forest with a couple cool paths and some wreckage (cars, houses, etc.) scattered around in there and i had no friends in that class so i was out by myself in the middle of the woods.

i was climbing around a leftover chimney when i heard smth break out in the woods. like any good white person who doesn't realize they're the new star of a horror movie, i followed the sound. i think i thought it was a deer and wanted to take pictures.

anyway i couldn't find anything so i went back to continue making terrible decisions about height and my ability to climb things.

then there was a man in a white and gold shirt. staring at me. as i'm sitting on top of a broken down 60s car.

i wave, assuming he works for the school OR hes from the nearby neighborhood.

he doesn't move.

i get nervous and take my phone out of my pocket so i can call the cops if necessary.

he waves back (its weird looking. stilted.) and then turns to leave

i shrug it off, assuming he was a dude who wasn't expecting to see a 5'2 gremlin in the woods at like 10am. i start walking the way he came, not wanting to follow him and risk looking creepier.

thing is: its misty out. just misty enough to make the dirt path muddy and sticky. i get to the creekside and notice a trail of footprints across the old bridge (we were told as elementary schoolers not to go on the bridge bc it was dangerous).

i, Certified Idiot, follow the footprints across the bridge. gravity falls trained me well and by well i mean horribly.

the footprints kinda disappeared when i got to the other side of the bridge, so i was just poking around. the entrance to the spot i'm in atm is known for being flooded because the creek basically surrounds it, so no cars are ever here, and no one else ever goes here.

at least that's what i thought.

there wasn't anyone there when i crawled through unripe blackberry bushes and stood up in the middle of a stone clearing, but it was creepy as all hell.

it looks like a building fell down but people kept showing up. was very weird. i turned the hell around and left, deciding id like to live, actually, and booked it back to the main paths.

when i went to english, i couldn't stop thinking abt it, so i was telling my friends about it, and i pulled out my phone's maps app to show them where i had been.

it was labeled. with a little church emoji and the words [FIRST NAME] [LAST NAME]'s Secret. i didn't know who that person was, and googling it had no clear results at all, but my friends reaction to something called secret was loud enough that the teacher came over to look.

i showed her the map and explained what had happened. she said she hadn't heard of that place in 27 years of teaching, and she didn't like my story bc it creeped her out.

i shrugged it off.

within the next week, all anyone could talk about was the busted cult in the woods. according to lex (name omitted, but the best way to find something out is through them), my english teacher had called the cops on the place, saying someone was trespassing on the school grounds. the cops, having nothing better to do, staked out the place and arrested a group of older, white, middle-aged men.

all wearing the same white and gold shirt.

[thefanficmonster]

Sleepless Nights

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: During an unusually windy night, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep while her boyfriend is streaming in the other room, unaware of the terror revving outside thanks to his headphones. So, Y/N does the only thing she can in order to finally get some shuteye.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I had such a blast writing it! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! If you have, please enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

It’s that time of year again - the city is terrorized by the loudest, most intense winds that wield the strength of a mythological creature and sound like the wails of hell’s sufferers. You may find my description of this natural occurrence rather dramatic and over the top but that’s because you aren’t here to hear and see this horror show going on. Trees have been uprooted from the ground and have fallen on top of cars, damaging them expensively. Chimneys all around are whistling hauntingly as the gusts of wind pass through them, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

Winds have never sat right with me and I often found myself lacking shuteye during the night if they were wilding outside while I tried to sleep even as a kid. My parents thought I’d grow out of it as the years went by but I never did apparently, seeing as how I’m wide awake at close to 2AM on a workday. I have to be at work by eight in the morning and if I don’t catch some z’s soon I might just show up looking like a zombie.

This is not the first time such an occurrence has happened. However, on those past occurrences, I wasn’t alone in bed, twisting and turning under the covers so I could extinguish the sound that’s violating my head. On those occasions, I had someone lying in bed next to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly or with his hands covering my ears. That person isn’t with me right now though. He’s in a room two doors away, streaming Among Us with his friends.

I’ve had Corpse ditch streams to comforting me during anxiety-inducing windstorms like this one but I can only assume he cannot hear what is going on outside since I haven’t heard a single word from him. Of course, comforting me isn’t his job and I’m not the type of girlfriend to be clingy and in need of her boyfriend to be there for her 24/7. Quite the contrary actually - I’m independent and rarely ask for people’s help, Corpse’s included. However, there’s one thing I need help with and this is it - falling asleep at a time like this. That’s a task I cannot manage on my own.

And so, against my better judgement and putting aside my embarrassment surrounding my fear, I kick the covers off me and get up, stretching my arms above my head as I walk out of the bedroom Corpse and I share and into the hallway which is pitch black as the rest of the apartment. The only light is coming from underneath the door to Corpse’s recording room but even that is so faint I can only guess it’s coming from his computer screen.

With an uneasy sigh, I make my way down the hall, flinching when a particularly strong gust of wind rattles the windows. This apartment building is old makes noises of its own on the regular, the last thing it needs is these attacks it’s now forced to endure because the weather outside is crappy as all hell. Take an already noisy building and pelt it with gusts of wind, yeah that equals a sleepless night for me.

The recording room door isn’t shut all the way as usual. Corpse prefers keeping it open a crack so he can enter and exit it without making noise in the middle of the night as to not wake me up, seeing as how I’m quite a light sleeper. It also allows me to enter and exit it soundlessly whenever I want to either bring him a snack or spook him. There’s no in-between: I either bring him something to eat/drink, or I scare the daylight out of him. The latter usually happens when he’s playing a horror game though so it’s rare which is why he hasn’t started shutting the door as to be alerted of my schemes before I give him a mini heart attack.

And so, I tip-toe my way in his recording room, squinting my eyes when I’m faced with the beaming computer screen opposite the door though it’s partially blocked by the hunched over Corpse who is still unaware of my presence. So, in order to avoid freaking him out, I deliver a couple of soft but audible enough knocks to the door frame to grab his attention.  My attempt proves successful as I see him yank off his headset and whirl around in his chair to face me.

“Am I being too loud?“ Even in the dark, I can make out the lines of his face contorting into an expression of guilt.

I give him a lopsided smile as I strut over to him with lazy steps. Just as I part my lips to speak, a strong gust of wind shakes the building, producing a wailing-like sound that immediately forces me to freeze up, the smile disappearing from my face.

Corpse’s face shifts expressions again, this time exhibiting a compassionate, comforting smile, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You can’t sleep?” I shake my head, biting my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up. “Come here.” He mutters, opening his arms invitingly.

Without a single doubt, I come closer, not putting up a fight when he pulls me into his lap. I let my legs hang off either side of his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hide my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the cologne that has lingered on his hoodie and hair.

“Wait a sec...“ he mumbles, pulling away from me briefly. I’m confused for a second, but then I feel the pair of wireless headphones he covers my ears with and I give him a grateful smile, already feeling myself beginning to relax at the warmth of his body against mine and the soothing comfort of his touch. However, when the lo-fi music starts playing through my headphones - a playlist he’s complied for me whenever I have sleepless nights such as these for whatever reason - I’m a complete goner.

And so I find myself drifting off with the mixed sounds of lo-fi beats, Corpse’s whispers and his heartbeat and honestly, not to be cheesy or anything, but I’ve never heard a sweeter lullaby in all my life.

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[marypsue]

19, 29 & 30 for the AO3 Wrapped questionnaire plz!

30 I've already done, but I'll do the other two!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I’ve got an AU (ageswap AU!) with Barb/Robin locked and loaded and in the chamber, and if I can just finish hashing out the fucking outline, you’re all going to hear about it. 

(Also, idk if I’ll end up writing it, but the possibility of Barb/Kali crossed my radar and I like it. The height difference alone would be hilarious and well worth the price of admission.)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

There are a lot that I’m very proud of, but I was most recently reminded of this one, so I’m going to go with it. Unsurprisingly, because I (hopefully understandably) cannot shut up about this fic, this bad boy’s from the road goes ever on.

...

The little red Datsun hatchback that her parents paid for half of after they realised that, without anyone left to give her rides, Nancy’d have to borrow the station wagon, doesn’t much like the gravel drive leading in to the Byers’ old house. Nancy pulls up in front of the porch, flashing her headlights twice at the living room window. She waits for a few minutes, absently listening to Don Henley sing from the radio about a feeling in the air, the summer being out of reach. But the house stays dark and silent, no Mike bounding out the front door with the spare key Mrs. Byers always kept hanging in one of the sheds out back.

Nancy sighs, and turns the key in the ignition, killing the hatchback’s engine and the music with it. She gets out, stretching, and slams the door behind her before starting around behind the house. “Mike?”

Mike’s sitting on the back steps, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. In the shadow of the house, it’s much cooler than in the sun, almost chilly now that evening’s creeping up on them. Nancy wraps her arms around herself, rubbing the gooseflesh that’s risen on her bare upper arms as she walks over to lean against the wall beside him. There’s a dry, almost musty smell from the trees that ring the property, a smell that reminds her they’ll start turning before too long. Fall’s looming over them all like a wave.

“People are going to start saying this place is haunted,” Nancy says, at last.

Mike huffs a sound that’s almost a laugh. “Maybe that’ll keep anybody from buying it.” He straightens up, halfheartedly tapping a hand against his knee. “We could spread it around that the kid who drowned in the quarry used to live here, that’s what half the town thinks anyway. I could cut some holes in a sheet…”

“You’d make a great Scooby-Doo villain,” Nancy says, and Mike deflates.

“I just don’t want some other family living in Will’s house,” he says, looking at the crumbling brick fireplace standing in the yard instead of Nancy. “That’ll mean they’re really gone.”

Nancy nods, pressing her lips together with a sigh.

“They’re not gone, though,” she says. “Just a little farther away.”

“Everybody says that,” Mike says, gloomily. “And then they all say how it’s natural for people to drift apart, when they grow up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know,” Nancy says, a little sharper than she’d intended. “At least you can still talk to Will.”

Mike leans down, picks up a rock out of the grass, and throws it as hard as he can in the direction of the fireplace’s chimney. He and Nancy both watch it fall several feet short.

Mike leans over and starts picking through the grass for another rock. He doesn’t take his eyes off the chimney. “It just feels like everybody’s gone. Or going away. Nothing’s the same anymore.” He throws a second rock, with much less enthusiasm than the first.

Nancy nods, slowly, in agreement. Then she bends down and picks up a rock of her own, weighing it carefully in one hand before winding up and throwing it at the chimney.

She and Mike both watch it clatter off the brick and disappear into the overgrown grass.

“How is it that, every time we win, we lose somebody else?” Mike asks, and Nancy looks back at him. He’s still got his eyes on the toes of his sneakers, his shoulders tense like he’s ready for a fight, but the flush high on his cheeks and the slight waver in his voice make Nancy think he’s more likely to burst into tears than throw a punch. “Like, how is this fair? We saved the world! So why does it feel so – so shitty?”

Nancy bites her bottom lip. Her brother might be a brat and a pain – and he is, especially now that he’s a teenager – and he might have shot up like a weed over the last few months. But…he’s also still so little.

“Hey,” she says. “Budge over.”

Mike gives her a surly look, but finally, he does shuffle an inch or so to his left. Nancy sits beside him on the steps, forcing him over another couple of inches.

They sit like that, shoulder to shoulder and knee pressed against knee, sharing a little warmth as the shadows spill across the lawn and leach heat from the day.

...

[ask me about my year in fic!]

[wildflowers-of-trolberg]

Give us a snippet of an upcoming fic 👀 (if you want to ^_^)

So - this is for a very maybe fic idea I've had today. IDK if I'm going to write the full thing, for a couple of reasons, but:

"Mr. Bellkeeper?" she asked idly; he paused, looking back with a murmur. "You don't know any famous ravens, besides the Great Raven, do you?"

"Well," he hummed back, a spark of interest in his eyes, "that would depend on what the context is?" He raised one bushy eyebrow; she squirmed just a tiny bit at that, knowing he probably wouldn't approve of what she was about to say. Then again, she knew, he'd probably heard worse from her before.

"It's just..." she began, deciding to trust her gut. "I was talking to a marra recently." His eyes widened just a little at that, but he didn't stop her. "She said she was much older than I thought, but she wouldn't say by how much; all she said was that she'd seen 'the Raven' fight 'the Light'. So I asked Raven if he knew anything about that, but he said he didn't.

"I know his memory's not the best, but..." she couldn't help a small smile, "I also know he doesn't like fighting people, so I don't think she was talking about him."

"Aye," the Bellkeeper replied, something twinkling in his gaze. "I suspect she wasn't. Hold on a minute, Hilda."

He got to his feet, turning away from the table and towards the narrow shelf of books that stood high up on the cabin wall. For a moment, his fingers danced along old and dusty spines, before his shoulders shifted in quiet triumph, and he pulled a heavy book free, turning back to set it down between their mugs of tea.

He flipped it open before she could see the cover, thumbing briskly though broad pages; in the blur Hilda could see glimpses of dark outlines, detailed illustrations disappearing into paper, before he abruptly stopped, leaving her staring at a double-page spread of drawings. Those dark lines carved out the shape of a ship, all of its angles shown in stark contrast, and there was a smile under the Bellkeeper's beard as he sat back down.

"I think you'll find that's your raven," he said fondly, patting the edge of the paper. Hilda looked down; she didn't know enough to be able to read the scale, but it looked, big, bigger than the Draugen's ship even, long and low-set with jutting masts. Huge wheels hung at its sides, half-cowled in wooden frames, and a chimney rose high between the 2nd and 3rd masts.

At the top of both pages, in thick, black letters, the old reference book labelled it plainly:

"TNS Raven's Thunder?" she read softly; he nodded, murmuring again.

"First iron-hulled warship ever built in Trolberg," he explained, idly tracing the shape of the hull. "Ordered by Harland Ahlberg in eighteen-thirty-nine."

"What happened to it?"

"Well," he began again, tilting his head just a little. "She was built for hunting pirates; during the Battle of Trolberg Harbour, she got into a brawl with one of their ships, the Light of the Ocean. When the pirates couldn't damage her with cannons, they rammed her instead, and both ships were sunk." Hilda's felt her eyes widen; had Ashley really seen a pirate-ship battle?

"Really?" she breathed; he nodded, his smile turning wry.

"Oh absolutely; there's even a song about it, that claims the captain of the Light sacrificed her ship to let the others get away. I don't know if there's any truth to it, but it's a good tune.

"Roll on, you Light of the Ocean Roll on, into the night, For the sun has set on your old gun-deck And there's no wars left to fight."

[s-r-writes]

sherlock holmes x reader (friends to lovers): he asks her for help to find Enola :))

Help Me

warnings: allusions to smut

so I don't write smut so don't expect any frisky stuff below but hope you like it otherwise!!

(GIF not mine. all credits to the owner.)

You were currently on your knees, scrambling to find your shoes under the bed. Sherlock walked into the room.

"Good morning to me." He smugly said.

You rolled your eyes, standing up with only one shoe in hand. "If you hadn't been in such a hurry last night, I wouldn't be in this mess." You looked around the room. "Like, literally."

His smile turned softer as he walked towards you. "I had been waiting for that moment for almost 3 years. Surely, my reasons for hurry were understandable."

"3 years?" You choked out. That's how long you've been friends.

"3 years." He nodded, smiling. "I knew the moment I saw you I wouldn't be able to stay away. You don't see a woman in a suit walking around London streets without even trying to hide that you're a woman."

"I can wear suits." You shrugged. "Won't let this society tell me otherwise."

"And that," he kissed your forehead, "is why I think I am attracted to you."

You were about to respond but Sherlock's housekeeper knocked on the open door, both of you shuffling away to spare some dignity, not that any of you really cared. It was more for sparing the old woman from being too harsh on the "younger generation".

You watched Sherlock's face fall as he read the letter. When he finished, you looked at him with concern.

"It's Enola." He strained. "Mother has disappeared."

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You were in a carriage with the three Holmes siblings. While Enola was thrilled to see another woman with Sherlock willing to help, Mycroft not so much.

You didn't care for it much, either. You had always found Mycroft despicable.

It hadn't been long since you reached the family home until you figured out her mother had willingly left her 16 year old daughter. However, seeing how much she truly cared for her daughter- apparent in the way she was brought up- you wondered what could've been so important for her to leave.

"Sherlock." You whispered while Mycroft was lecturing Enola on yet another antic.

"What is it, love?" It was the first time he had called you that and you'd be lying if you said you weren't doing everything to let the warmth creep on your cheeks. You failed, though.

"Look at this." You said, pointing to her shoes and then at the chimney.

"Hmm." You could see the gears in his mind turning.

He turned, going out of the room.

"Just like that?" You asked, knowing he had already reached a conclusion.

"I had your help." He smiled over his shoulder, turning a bit to offer his hand and lead you out.

It was time to bring Mrs. Holmes back.

idk if the ending made sense. thank you so much for reading this tho!! also, I'm a bit hazy on some of the details of the movie(or maybe I never noticed them because Henry was freaking distracting me :P) so... yeah... I hope y'all don't mind.

[oscar-lettjohanssonloveme]

The Moon Song (Miss Venable x reader)

a/n: lol i just wrote this a/n in german hahahah i’m so dumb but here we go in english :D pleez listen to the moon song by scarlett johansson (’her’ is such a great movie whoops) well well the second number Nico sent me (i’m so grateful for this idea :3) was also a very good song for a fanfic, so i write one for both songs whoop and this is the first one :D i feel ✨amazing✨ rn, coz i can play this song on my uke 😌..sorry for this long a/n ://

summary: Mina tells you about the apocalypse lol 

warnings: Mina is soft hahah thats it..okay we are talking about an apocalypse 

request: (by @supremeinlilac​) okay so either 13 or 24 for venable (giving you two because ik venables vibe is quite specific and idk think some songs would suit yk) <3

thank you so much for this request :3

momma i’m in love with google translate yikes

I'm lying on the moon

My dear, I'll be there soon

It's a quiet starry place

Time's we're swallowed up in space

We're here a million miles away

You couldn't remember the last time you felt so melancholy. It was one of those moments, when you wished you could stop time, because everything you needed was here: your girlfriend holding you in her arms, the beautiful night sky, that you probably wouldn't see any more soon and that life, that you were used to and would soon have to give up.

The silence around you both was scary. The only thing you could hear was her heartbeat, coming through her chest right to your ear.

You had never argued with Mina before. Never. And the memories of the last few hours felt like pictures from another world. You had yelled at her so intensely, that you had been surprised at how loud your voice could get. And the reason for the argument wasn't her fault at all. After all, she wasn't the one planning an apocalypse, she just knew about it. But somehow it felt wrong. Mina had known for weeks, that all the people she saw every day would die and you wondered how she could endure that.

Your parents, your friends, just everyone, they would die in a few days and you had no idea how to cope with that. There had to be something you could do against it and the fact, that Mina hadn't tried anything was probably the reason why you had been so mad at her. You had begged her so badly to do something against it, at least warning the people or something like that, but instead of answering you, she had just come to you, wrapped her arms around you, and you had cried and screamed against her chest for several minutes .

Now you both lay in silence on your bed and stared lost out of the large window across from the bed. Your mind wandered through all the plans you had had for your life with Mina and you realized that probably none of them would take place as you had planned. You realized how selfish you were, at least you'd survive this shit.

Mina had explained to you how everything would go afterwards. However, she had become the head of an outpost, where a select few would live after the apocalypse. But it was impossible for you, to imagine how the end of the world would look like.

There's things I wish I knew

There's no thing I'd keep from you

It's a dark and shiny place

But with you my dear, I'm safe

And we're a million miles away

"How are you feeling now, Princess?" Mina asked softly and began to play with your hair. Your eyes closed at the feeling and you let the grip on her waist tighten a little. Inwardly you prayed to God, that he would stop time, you didn't want this moment to end.

"I'm scared," you said honestly as you took the fabric of her blouse between your fingers and heard Mina hum in agreement.

"I understand that this is scary."

"Aren't you afraid?"

your voice sounded confused. Of course you knew, that Mina was rarely intimidated by anything, but what the hell, we were talking about an apocalypse here.

"Not really," Mina replied, tapping the tip of your nose with her finger.

"As long as I know, that the two of us will be together, I don't have to be afraid."

You smiled at her words and lifted your head from her chest to look at her sadly. Your girlfriend's brown eyes looked up at you lovingly as you put a hand on her cheek.

"I love you," you muttered, leaning forward to press your lips against her forehead.

"I love you too", Mina hummed softly.

"And everything will be alright."

You both stayed in this position for a few seconds, until you finally pulled away from her to sit carefully on her hips. You grabbed her hands to put them on your legs.

"Tell me about the outpost," you said, trying not to sound so sad anymore. You watched with satisfaction as Mina's confused expression turned into a gentle smile.

"Well, the outposts are designed in such a way, that we won't use technology," Mina began, gently rubbing your thighs.

"You probably think that's stupid, but it's a good thing, trust me. Well, chimneys and torches will provide light and heat and there will be a beautiful library. We will have our own room and there will be a Victorian dress code..Thats are actually all important things. "

You nodded slowly as you absorbed the words.

"You can be happy, that I'm your girlfriend and that I think the dress code is hot," you said with a wry smile on your face and suddenly you became sad again.

"I think the idea with the technology is really stupid, but I am just starting to realize, that a phone wouldn't make sense, after the apocalypse. After all, everyone of my contacts would be dead.

"You will make new contacts", Mina replied quickly.

"I know that's not much of a comfort, but there will be other people there."

A fresh flood of tears welled up in your eyes and you quickly tried to turn the subject onto something else.

"What about food, are we going to cook?"

Mina cocked her head and hummed thoughtfully.

"It's a little complicated," she explained.

"Wait, if that's complicated, what would you call the things before?" You interrupted her and Mina had to laugh.

"You have a point ... anyway, storing food is way too cumbersome, so there will be little cubes, that will replace food."

"Oh," you said, frowning.

"Then I'll spend the next few days eating, I guess."

Mina laughed softly and suddenly she grabbed your hips to whirl you around. Before you could do anything about it, you had switched positions: she was pressing you against the bed while she was kneeling between your legs. You laughed at her action, but your laugh quickly turned to concern.

"Damn Mina," you scolded and hit your girlfriend lightly on the arm. "You shouldn't do something like that, your back-"

"Oh c'mon," Mina growled and leaned over to kiss the tender flesh on your neck. Your hands caught in her hair and you had to hold back a soft scream as she started nibbling at your skin.

"We still have 4 days before we move to the outpost," Mina hummed against your skin.

"Let's spend these days at home, okay? I think it's easier for both of us to let go, if we don't have any contact with other people for the next few days."

"I agree," you muttered as you took her face in your hands to move her away from your neck so she could look you straight in the eye. You stared at her piercingly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Mina, you have to promise me, that you won't leave me alone."

Immediately the smile on Mina's lips disappeared and she looked at you hurt.

"Princess, I would never leave you."

"I know, uhm, I don't mean that you will leave with me this way, it's just-", you sighed and shook your head.

"Just promise me. You will be the only thing I have and I need you. I just want .. uhm that you take care of yourself, I guess. So please promise me."

"Oh sweet girl", Mina cooed and put her hand on your cheek to wipe away the tears, that were running down your face.

"I won't leave you alone, I promise. We'll be fine, okay?"

You nodded slowly, blinking back the tears that still glittered in your eyes.

"Okay".

"Good".

Mina smiled again before leaning forward to press her lips gently against yours.

"I'll make sure we're happy, princess, I promise."

We're lying on the moon

It's a perfect afternoon

Your shadow follows me all day

Making sure that I'm okay

And we're a million miles away

A million miles away

A million miles away

[ihassheepquake]

DC's Batwoman 3.09 "Meet Your Maker" has aired on the CW and I'm here to talk about it

I will talk about how much I love Pam's costume til the end of the earth.

DIGGLE!! How the fuck does Diggle know Jada Jet??

Love the dig at the way horror films treat black characters. Also nice that one of the writers of this episode, Maya Houston, is a black woman. Which I mention because I wouldn't be surprised if most of the writing team and the directors weren't black though I'll admit I haven't done the research to back that up.

Okay, Dig knows Jada because he used to work for her company it seems. I'm assuming before Arrow.

People keep bringing up that Joker disappeared years ago, along with Batman, and I'm convinced that Bruce killed him and then left because of it. Despite the fact that none of the Robin's have been mentioned, my exact theory is that Barbara was shot and paralyzed, within a month or so later Jason was killed, both by Joker, and Bruce actually did lose it and go kill him. And then he fucked off because he doesn't want to become that dark thing he's always been scared of Batman becoming.

I like Pam and Renee. They're kinda cute. And I like how they've really committed to just how powerful Ivy actually is. Pair these two with the incredible dynamic of Mary and Alice, and we've got a party!

Will Ryan and Sophie finally get together by the end of this season? I don't want see them get the Flash/Arrow treatment and have it take years and years.

Does Luke really thing putting some boards over the door is going to stop Ivy? Cause it won't.

Whoever plays Renee is great and I love her. She sells this sense of guilt, regret, love, and longing so beautifully.

The Batteam just hanging out in this random cabin in the woods. Where they are totally not safe from Ivy and her wrath. This is totally going to end well.

Yes Ryan & Sophie getting their heads out of their asses and having a serious talk. "I don't know what I want" girl what you want is to kiss her. And cut off by a killer vine sucking Sophie through the chimney, oh excellent. See? Totally safe.

Love that Alice's first instinct is to beat the shit out of Ivy with a tire iron. She cares about Mary, how sweet. They're sisters your honour.

I'll admit, Jada has a heart. But I still don't like her.

Mary def just murdered that guy. But Renee finally doing the right thing?

It's kinda funny watching Ryan try to stealthily walk in a metal truck.

Ryan and Sophie were finally making progress and now they're fighting again. But they did bond, so yay?

OMFG THEY FINALLY KISSED!!!!

If you ask me, this talk with his dad's grave is exactly what Luke needed to be ready. And something, probably weather, fucked with the service provider I get these episodes from so I didn't get to see all of Dig and Luke's talk.

Alice finally figuring out that what's happening to Mary isn't good?? Renee showing Pam that she can't be controlled. Renee finally getting her head out of her ass?? Mary and Pam finally meeting! I'm kind of surprised that Pam getting "revived" or whatever she said by Mary didn't, you know, kill Mary. But that's good I guess.

Next week looks really promising! Alice teams up with the Bats, our first look at how powerful Pam really is. Things are kicking into gear, we've only got four episodes left this season. I've said it before, I'll say it again, I think this half-season format is really good for Batwoman. Works great for Batwoman, is amazing for Stargirl, I think it's been working for Legends idk I haven't watched that in a while. Maybe this should be the format for these shows.

I'll see you all next week with DC's Batwoman 3.10 "Toxic"

[minttobe-treehill]

hey I've noticed you haven't posted anything about the last episods of 9-1-1. Did you stop watching? are you still interested in the show?

Hi there. This answer is gonna be long just fyi.

I haven't stopped watching and I'm definitely still very interested - more interested in the characters than the show itself, but I feel like that's what always happens to me when it comes to shows.

However, I haven't watched the last two episodes. I know everything that happens because of tumblr, most of the blogs I follow are 9-1-1 related so it's impossible not to see all the gifs and posts - plus, it also gives me an inkling about whether I should expect a good episode or not (most of the people I follow are interested in the same concepts/storylines I enjoy so I tend to trust their opinion when it comes to that.

Shows like 9-1-1 tend to get boring as they go on - kinda like Grey's Anatomy, mostly because actors start disappearing and the audience don't connect with the new ones, so it's hard to follow something you can't connect with. However, 9-1-1 still counts with their main cast and will continue to count with it for season 6 as far as we know (except for Rockmond Dunbar I guess; and also what the hell happened with John Harlan Kim? I know he's in another show but... Wasn't he a regular? I actually really like Albert, it's a shame).

The reason why I'm finding the show a bit boring lately is... Well, the lack of depth and screen time the main characters are getting, basically. We really had a whole storyline about a r*pist that involved the police too much for my own interest and liking, and another whole episode about... Uh, two recurrent characters trying to solve a mystery? I don't know, man. At least one of them was a detective.

I don't need drama, I don't need another tsunami. 'Jinx' (4x06) was such a good episode, it was fun, it was hilarious, nothing really happened and yet it was so entertaining; it had the main cast being silly and interacting with each other. I'd actually love an episode where nothing happens, where they're at the station for the whole episode, wondering why the alarm doesn't sound and they just have to sit there and talk and play and laugh. It'd be funny and interesting, something different.

And yes, Buck and Eddie's relationship (+ Christopher) is a big thing for me when it comes to the show. I read a post once where it said it doesn't really matter if you think they could have a romantic relationship or not, if you think there could be something more between them than a friendship or they'd be better off as best friends - I think it's safe to say everyone enjoys their relationship, whatever label you wanna put to it. It's so boring and disappointing to see Buck with T*ylor, and most of this has nothing to do with the fact I ship Buck and Eddie. Hell, I didn't like the way they wrote Ana, but at least her relationship with Eddie meant something to his development as a character - it was the first relationship after Shannon, it was a big deal. But Buck's relationship with T*ylor is... I don't even know what to say, there's nothing there, every scene seems pointless and they've completely erased Buck's growth (also, why do they keep trying to make T*ylor a more important character than... Idk, Karen? Who has been on the show since the first season and is Hen's wife?). It makes me wanna turn off the tv (well, my laptop) because the same writers who made me cry with emotion and admire the way they wrote Buck are the same ones who are laughing at me now.

What I'm trying to say is - this show still has a lot of potential. It has the best thing a show can have: good characters. I want more Hen and more Karen, I want Chimney back (there was no need to write him off on these episodes just because JLH can't be on the show because of her pregnancy, I want more Athena + Bobby scenes (I saw there was a really funny scene between them last episode and I'm really glad), I obviously want Buck + Eddie + Christopher, I want a PTSD arc for Eddie... To be fair, just more real interactions between the mains? We've see glimpses of Hen and Eddie's friendship and I think they're hilarious when they're together. Those are all things we CAN have, things that make sense, not just for the show but for the characters. I want the show to be fair and loyal to the characters they created.

I probably have more things to say but... Okay, I got carried away and those are the main things that come to mind.

Thank you for this question, it gave me an excuse to rant about something I wouldn't really talk about otherwise. x

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Caring for Zero; Four/Billy x reader

*Author’s note*

Wow so many updates for you guys (even though the last two have been done for years) but still. Now ever since watching 6 underground like all of you out there I have been DYING to make a Four/Billy fanfic and so this was born. Now I apologize for the laziness in the main mission idk how to write an action sequence Michael Bay style (even though it’s all action and explosions and that’s it). So I hope you all can forgive me for it.

Warnings: MAJOR swearing, like rated R swearing, ANGST, some fluff, paralysis (you’ll find out I won’t spoil it for you), explosions, cultural references.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@psychosupernatural​

@waddles03​

@ixchel-9275​

@mexifangorl​

@fan-of-everything-and-nothing​

@bohemiansweede​

@simonedk​

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“But the entire perimeter is patrolled not only by guards but by air fleets.” Said Three as the entire 6 Underground was looking over the map of their next missions, well mission and a half, maybe a quarter.

“Wait an air fleet? Why the fuck would someone have an air fleet patrol?” Four snapped.

“Because the guy’s an arrogant, cheap asshole that has cause too much military abuse of power. But no worries guys we’ve got an Ace up our sleeve.” One stated proudly.

“And just who is that exactly?” asked Seven.

“To answer that question with a question of my own, how do some of you deal with the cold?”

“Wait you don’t mean….” Started Five.

“Oh I mean.” One grinned.

“You know she won’t do it.” Two stated coldly.

“I agree with Two on this One, she said she never wanted a part of this again.” Four said defensively.

“Coming from the guy that slept with her.” One snapped at him like the smartass billionaire he was.

“Okay wait, wait just who are you all talking about?” asked Seven.

“No more questions, we’re going to see her now. Pack the gas jugs and let’s go.”

With that the group were forced to packed up their stuff from their haunted house in California and headed up North to the Yukon Alaskan provenience.  When all they saw was nothing but forests, Seven just had to ask Four.

“So who exactly are we going to see? And did One really mean what he said about you slept with her?”

“Look you’ll find out soon but I guarantee she’s not gonna help us.” Four spoke with a hint of pain and heartbreak in his voice.  Eventually after another hour of driving through the endless forest, they soon came up to a cabin that stood all alone in the middle of the woods.

From the chimney smoke came up which indicated that someone was home.

“And here we are.” One stated as he got out of the jeep in front.  Suddenly jumping out from the woods was a pack of wolves.  All ranging from light tan color to pure black.

“Oh shit!” Three cried out.

“In the cars now!” screamed Two.  But before they could make a run for it, two charcoal wolves came in front of the team snarling and snapping their fangs almost telling them ‘Just try and get past us!’

Soon the pack of almost over 10 wolves surrounded the team and just circled them.  All the team members withdrew their guns but it did nothing to stir the wolves out of fear.  The pack continued to circle the group and that’s when Five said.

“Still think this is a good idea One?”

“Well I could be wrong.”

It was then one of the wolves, particularly the large white one came right up to Four.  To say that Billy wasn’t scared shitless right now, he’d be lying.  He’s done many dangerous things in his life being the ‘Skywalker’ of the group, but staring down a possibly rabid, giant wolf was something he NEVER in a million years thought he’d be doing.

The white wolf looked at Billy and sniffed him a couple of times before ceasing his snarling and walked closer to him and sniffed his leg even closer.  It was like—the wolf detected something familiar on him. It was a faint scent but it still lingered there on his pant leg.

Then something caught the wolves attention as every single one of them ceased snarling and their ears erected as they turned towards the house.  The white wolf looked back towards Billy and Billy looked down at the haunting golden eyes of the black wolf before it took off running. Followed by the rest of the pack who barked and howled away as they disappeared back into the forest.

“Okay what just……” started Seven and that’s when a voice came out from the speakers of the cabin.

“You’re lucky I let them spare you, otherwise I’d let them rip you all apart.” With that the team slowly approached the cabin and when One was the first to look inside, he saw just a few feet away a young woman with (h/l) (h/c) doing pullups on a set of monkey bars.

“Sarah Connor, from Terminator 2.” One proclaimed.  The woman then flipped herself around and just hung onto the bars and sneered.

“Fuck you’re old!” At that One just let out a fake gasped-out laugh as he mocked her.

“Fake laugh, hiding real pain.”

*My POV*

I can’t believe this guys would come back, and what’s with the new guy? Where was six? I swear if this is the new six I’ll call my children back and have him ripped to pieces.

“Whose this guy?” I asked gesturing to the gunman still holding the AK-47 in his hands.

“This is Seven.” One simply stated.

“It’s Blaine actually.” Seven or should I say Blaine answered.

“Okay I’m still not gonna get used to that. Yeah a lot’s happened since you left.” One told me.

“So what? You’re now all chummy with each other? Going to café’s together to sit on a couch like you’re a group of Friends?”

“Yep that’s our Queen of the North, heart like Ice. This past two years have not done you well socially.” Said Three.

“Like you’re one to talk Three. Our last mission in Budapest you nearly killed our target just because he wouldn’t cooperate with the kidnapping.”

“Oh and he did it again with our real mission.” Said Two.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I muttered.

“Look we came to ask for your help. Can you come with us?”

“Why would you need me One? I told you I can’t help you. Not in that way anymore.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” asked Blaine.  At that point I knew I had to show him.  Might as well get it over with.  I released my right hand and touched my watch with my nose and soon my automatic wheel chair came rolling under me.  I released my grip and landed right on my wheelchair and just stared at Blain like I was expecting the sympathetic eyes.

And there they were. His eyes widened and his jaw unclenched and dropped even though his mouth remained closed.

“Yeah, you can take a picture it’ll fuckin last longer you know.” I then took the motor handle and moved my chair towards One.  “And as I told you before, I won’t help you. I know the only reason you would come up here in person, with the whole team for that matter, is because you physically need me.”

“C’mon Zero we need our Ace back. For the new mission. It’s right up your alley and you know military corruption like no one else.”

“True but that still won’t make me help you.”

“(Y/n),” I heard Billy’s voice say.  I looked up at him and he looked at me with those kicked puppy dog eyes of his. “We need you.”

“You don’t need me. None of you do. Now please leave my cabin. I’ll give you the weapons you’ll need by tomorrow.” I wheeled out of my cabin and headed out to the backyard.

I looked out into the lake that stood by my backyard and that’s when I heard his voice say.

“(Y/n)—”

“I already told you Billy nothing you say will make me change my mind!”

“I already knew that.” I turned and looked at him and said.

“You do?” he nodded. “Then why are you here?”

“I just—wanted to see you. It’s been…..awhile.”

“Yeah, a long time since we—we’ve seen each other.” God the awkwardness you could just cut the tension with a knife.  Why did I have to fall in love with the cute green eyed thief? Why?! WHY!?

“Can’t we talk about….what happened between us?”

“Billy we talked about this.”

“No you just decided that we should end it! Why couldn’t you give me a chance to speak about how I felt!?”

“BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT YOUR FUCKING SYMPATHY BILLY!!! Every day all I kept seeing was the look of sympathy in your eyes after that day. I knew you’d try to make me stay out of sympathy, not just for what you wanted. One knew I was practically useless except for building weapons. He wants all of us on the field or none at all. Cause if you aren’t, then you’re nothing but collateral damage.”

“He’s actually started to loosen up on the rules.”

“Oh really? The day I see that is the day I can walk again, and without the help of machines.”

“(Y/n), please.” He then kneeled down beside me and gently cupped my face in his hand.  I tried to fight back his touch but I couldn’t help but swoon at finally feeling that calloused touch that I’ve missed so much. “I’m sorry okay. I never wanted you to think I was acting out of sympathy, I was—you don’t know how hard it was for me to see you in that pain. I’d give anything for it to have been me in that crash instead of you. I thought I lost you that day, but in the end I did end up losing you. I’d give anything to go back in time to that day and stop you from getting in that plane.”

As he spoke, he pressed his forehead to mine (a common form of affection the two of us did to each other) his nose gently brushing against mine.  I then felt the familiar, intoxicating taste of his lips on mine. It was a brief kiss but it still held so much love, passion and regret behind it.  He then kissed my cheek, then my jaw, but just before he could kiss my neck I stopped him and rolled away snapping out.

“NO BILLY! Don’t! You can’t just—kiss me and expect everything to be okay! I already told you…..it’s over. So please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” His eyes were full of pain as he looked at me in shock.

“As you wish.” Damnit why say that? He knew that was our secret code for ‘I love you’.  And with that he just walked away.  I sniffled and wiped the tears that were starting to form in my eyes away.  I then heard a soft grunt at my side and there I saw my white wolf mixed German shepherd “Ghost” standing beside me.

He whimpered and sniffed my hand and licked it comfortingly before placing his head down on my lap. All the while he let out another whimper as he looked up at me with those haunting yet beautiful golden eyes.

“Oh Ghost.” I stroked through his thick white fur and I told him. “I know you smelled me on him. But I can’t go back to him. He—deserves better than a handicapped.”

“So you do still care about him?” we both turned around, Ghost snarling defensively as we turned and saw Blain standing behind us just a few feet away.

“Ghost Platz!” He turned toward me and using his former commands that he once learned as a K9 officer, he obeyed immediately.

“You taught a wolf K9 commands?” asked Blaine.

“He’s a wolfdog actually. All those dogs you saw were in some degree a species of wolf dogs. From mixed huskies or German shepherds like Ghost here, to the traditional Czech wolfdogs.”

“So what you just—rescued them?”

“Some. Others I found as puppies at the puppy mill just half an hour away from here. I found them, busted them out and raised them. But of course I kept my distance because of the wolf blood within them. What people don’t seem to understand with wolfdogs is that they are just dogs that look like wolves. But they are also half wolf too, and sometimes that trumps the dog half within them. Two different species colliding together trying to overcome till one just takes over whether dog or wolf. And when the wolf takes over, people reject it. Fear it.”

“You say that like you’re talking from experience.” I grinned.

“You could say that. My team didn’t call me ‘Bad Wolf’ for nothing.”

“You mean the others?”

“No. My old team, my flying team. Before I got this job I—was an officer in the US Air Force. Officer (Y/n) “Bad Wolf” (L/n).”

“Wait. I think I heard about you from a former friend of mine. Carol Larson.”

“Ahh good old Carol. How was she last time you ever saw her?”

“She seemed fine. Last I knew she was gonna have a baby.”

“Ahh my older sista from another mista. That girl taught me everything I needed to know. I became the female Maverick thanks to her.”

“Now I hope you don’t mind me asking but from one Military officer to the other, was it a field mission that—”

“Oh no this? Nah this was from working with those sons of bitches you’ve got roped in with. Can’t say I blame them, hell none of us saw it coming.”

“What exactly happened?” I sighed heavily and turned towards him.  Sensing my distress and anxiety, Ghost came up to me and placed his head back on my lap and I explained.

“It was while we were still looking for information on the Turgistan dictator. One of our quarter missions. I was the eye in the sky for the team to take out any in coming police choppers or dick face’s military birds. I was having the time of my life, taking down one bird after the next. I was on point, before I knew it I had a bandit at my six. I tried to shake it off but it wouldn’t get off, nothing I did deterred it. Next thing I knew I was flying dead stick.”

I lowered my head remembering that horrible day like it was yesterday.  It’s true what they say about PTSD.  It never leaves you, even when you’re no longer part of the military.

“As you know One was gonna leave me out there, the entire plane was leaking of fluid and gas. It was gonna blow, but—for some miracle Billy managed to find me and he—pulled me out of the wreckage just as the plane blew up. Next thing I knew when I woke up, I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. At first I thought Five had to amputate my legs. Then again I wish she had.” I chuckled icily. “L3-L4 spinal injury, been paralyzed from the waist down for the past two years.”

“But you should be thankful that you’re alive.” Said Blaine.

“Is it really worth living when you have to look down at your feet and be reminded that they are useless. Like I said, I wish Five had amputated them. So that way I wouldn’t have to fucking look down at these useless mother fuckers and be reminded of my screw up! And Billy he—”

“Deserved better. Yeah I heard that, but did it ever occur to you that he would rather want you alive than to see you dead that day? On the way up here he just got this heartbroken look in his eyes. And I know he tries to hide it but I’ve seen the picture of you two together in his trailer.”

“Oh my god I thought I told him to burn that picture.”

“Billy loves you (y/n). And he still seems to.”

“I wish he didn’t.”

“Why is that?”

“Because after my accident I can’t give him what we once had. I’m just dead weight to him at this point. A Zero. And nobody cares about Zero.”

“He does. But then again I guess that is you. So if you wanna sit here in self-pity licking your wounds, that’s fine by me. But if you’re as good as One says you are, then prove that not even losing the ability to walk can’t stop you.”

“You know you speak as if this is from experience yourself. What branch were you from soldier?”

“Army. Delta Force.”

“Huh, and just what were you to them?”

“Sniper.”

“Ohh well look whose special. Got a Hawkeye on the team now.” Blaine grinned softly.

“Yeah. Survivor’s guilt is a bitch so I know about military corruption too. What it’s like for you to try and do your own thing but your superiors won’t do that. So if you can find it in your heart to save those soldiers under Hassan’s ruling from making the biggest mistake of their lives, then come with us. Or like I said just sit here and wallow like a wounded dog. Your choice Officer (l/n).” he saluted me before walking off.

*3rd Person POV*

After the failed attempt at getting their Ace back, Two asked as they arrived back at the cars.

“So now what? We knew she wouldn’t help us, so what do we do now?”

“We still stick with the plan and hopefully those weapons she gives us tomorrow won’t fuck us over.” One stated as he got back in the front car.  As Billy and Blaine got in the second car, Blaine couldn’t help but notice the heartbroken expression on his face.

“She’ll come around.”

“I doubt it. Two years and she still doesn’t want to see me.”

“Every soldier goes through grief differently. But when she snaps out of it, she’ll be back, and she’ll need you when she does.” He gave Billy a brotherly pat on the shoulder as Five drove them out of (y/n) home and they drove all the way back to their home base.

The next day the weapons arrived from (y/n) and so the team decided to go on and move forward with the mission so they were on their way to Iran through one of One’s personal jets.

After awhile they arrived just a few miles away from where their target, Iranian military General Hassan Yazin was currently residing in his home palace just behind the Iranian military station.

“I still can’t believe this guy would choose the build his palace behind a military station.” Said Three.

“Look the quicker we’re in the quicker we’re out.” Snapped Four.

“I don’t know something doesn’t feel right here, usually a military base wouldn’t allow anything not even a jet to land within 100 miles of their base perimeter. So how were we able to get close enough?” asked Seven.

“I don’t know, but I prefer not to question it. Four’s right the sooner we get him, the sooner this mission is done. And I don’t want any fuck ups like what happened on our first mission.” One said.

“Okay fine, fine.” And with that the team moved forward.  Quick as they could they raced towards the base towards the first hiding spot they could find which was a tank.

“Alright I think I can make it to the east side of the tower and get a clear viewing of Hassan’s palace but I’ll need backup.” Seven said.

“Three and I got you covered till you clear it.” Two told him.

“You know I’m beginning to agree with Seven. I mean we haven’t even seen a single guard on patrol. And usually we run into some by now.” Said Five.

“Again not questioning it! Now get into your positions.” At that point the team started to move forward.  Seven raced towards the tower with Two and Three covering him in case of an ambush. Once they cleared the tower, Seven proceeded to scale up the tower thanks to the tools designed by Zero.

But just as he was about halfway up the tower, suddenly the sound of a jet flew right over head.  However it wasn’t just any jet or plane for that matter, it was a C-5 Super Galaxy.

“Ahh shit!” Seven swore.

“Motherfucker!” swore One.

‘Did you all really think I would make it easy for you?’ through the speaker’s Hassan’s voice rang out.

“Shit, he knew we were coming for him.” Two snapped.

‘Now I may not know who you six are exactly, but it seems you all are of unimportance. So your death wouldn’t even matter. Especially if it were from shall we say…..an accidental base explosion.’ The Galaxy C-% opened up and soon about 20 jets flew out of it and began to circle around the base.

Then faster than anyone could blink, all 20 jets rained fire down onto the base.

Seven scaled down the tower as fast as he could but was soon caught in the explosion and fell the rest of about 6 feet from the ground before he, Three and Two made a break for it before the tower could crush them.

Meanwhile One, Five and Four tried to find cover but every step they were blocked off by an exploding blaze of fire.  They knew they were majorly fucked.  With this constant rain fire, One knew there was no way he or his team was gonna get out of this alive.  As he managed to crawl

From his palace, General Hassan Yazin watched with pride as his military force rained fire on the supposed coup were now nothing but ants ready to be disintegrated one by one with each shots each of his jets dished out.

But suddenly the ships stopped firing down at the six members and changed their firing from the ground to further out into the sky.

“What the hell? Lieutenant what is going on?” he snapped into the commlinks.

‘Sorry General, our radars have detected something from the upper atmosphere.’ His Lieutenant spoke out.  Peeking out from their hiding spots, all the members just looked up confused.

“The hell are they shooting at?” muttered Two.  But it was then they saw it.  Something came right out of the clouds and it turned out to be a Grumman F-14 Tomcat was heading straight for the giant C-5 Super Galaxy.  The Tomcat soon then just rammed into the side of the C-5 like it was nothing as it exploded.

It was soon the team began to realize that this was a very familiar Tomcat that circled back around towards the underbelly of the C-5 and it was at that point Three laughed manically as he cheered out.

“OH YEAH KAMIKAZE!!” The tomcat once again went through the C-5 from bottom to top and the explosion boomed like a firework as the team were in awe.

“God I love that psychotic bitch.” One said in awe. While Billy couldn’t help but smile and laugh ecstatically.

“That’s my girl.” He muttered softly.

*My POV*

As I shot back up over the roof of the C5 Super Galaxy jet, I watched as it fell to the ground in a grand overture of explosions knowing that not only that giant ship was now gone, but the rest of the artillery inside was gone too.  I knew the team was dealing with more jets than they had out there, so I downsized the problem.

Because no one messes with my family.

“You guys take care of the General and his ground fleet. I’ve got your back on the aerial ambush.”

‘It is good to see you again Zero, cutting it kinda close aren’t yah though?’ One’s voice spoke through my radio.

“C’mon One you knew I was one for dramatics. Plus you gotta admit I looked like Captain Marvel back there.”

‘God you and Four with your millennial references.’ I grinned smugly.

‘Glad to see you’ve come to your senses Zero!’ I heard Blaine say.

“Thank me once you guys get that son of a bitch in his palace. You all finished one mission without me, I intend to see this one to the end.”

‘You got it. Care to be our eye in the sky?’

“It’d be my pleasure sniper.” I then pulled the accelerator and my Tomcat took off.  I flew after the jets that were still out that didn’t get caught in the C-5’s takedown and had them chase after me, leaving my friends alone down there.

So far I managed to take five of the 20 jets so far and nearly got shot out of the sky by a few others.  But it wasn’t until I saw Billy was in trouble from not only the ground assault but the incoming aerial attack he didn’t know was coming right at his front.

‘Billy 12 o’clock!’ I proclaimed as I chased after one of the jets and fired at ready.

*Billy’s POV*

I heard (Y/n)’s voice in my earpiece and I saw one of Hassan’s jets heading right for me.  Just before I knew I was a goner, the jet exploded right before my eyes and I watched as (Y/n)’s tomcat flew right past me.  Up and down I saw her fly with ease and grace taking down each plane in her sight.

Even when some of Hassan’s soldiers tried to take down her plane, she fired at them blowing the ground from beneath them.  Doing her famed loop-de-loops and even going in between a tag team of jets forcing them to lose control before firing at them before they could get the chance to recover.

As I fired at any soldier nearby I could help but cheer for my baby. As he place flew right over me once again I couldn’t help but cry out.

“TOM CRUISE DOESN’T COMPETE WITH YOU LOVE!!!”

‘Damn straight he don’t!’ She cheered.  I widely grinned and shook my head at seeing her in her element.  She really was like a Falcon in the air, but a She wolf on the attack.

‘Hate to interrupt the little love fest going on here but can we please focus back on the mission? Four I want you, Three and Two to head into the mansion and get that slimy son of a bitch before he tries to deck out.’ One’s voice rang out.

“Got it.” I then raced on ahead with Two and Three coming right beside me and the two of us entered the mansion.

For some reason and I have no idea why but Hassan barely had any guards left to protect him inside which was suspicious to me.  After I had just taken down a guy along the upper hallway near where Hassan’s room was said to be, I looked out the window to see Hassan trying an escape attempt through a chopper.

“Fuck!”

‘What’s going on Four?’ Five asked.

“He’s making an escape in a chopper.”

‘Not for long he won’t.’ (y/n)’s voice said.  Soon enough I saw her flying in and with just a few dropped bombs I saw the fireworks blow up his chopper.

“Two, three he’s outside let’s go!” I slid down the railings before successfully landing on the ground and we raced out the backdoor.  There I saw the rest of the team surrounding him, my girl’s Tomcat having an addition to it as she now aimed a GAU-17A machine gun aimed right at Hassan.

He turned towards us and he must’ve known he couldn’t win.  Wow what a pussy.  He surrendered right then and there and we exposed him to the Iranian President with the recorded confession Two got out of him.  Soon the news blew up with News about the military corruption Hassan had played in the Iranian government.

And with that another mission concluded and we all once again went our separate ways, except (y/n) and I.

*My POV*

After the mission, Billy and I went back to my cabin because the two of us deserved to talk about what happens now since I’m officially back in the game.  Billy and I were lying on my bed and the two of us were staring at each other, our hands softly and occasionally brushing up against one another’s.

“You were right Billy.” He grinned and said.

“I know I’m right.”

“I’m trying to be sincere here, don’t push it.”

“You’re right, you’re right I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t give you a chance to explain because—well I thought you could do better than me. You know that I—can’t perform well anymore so I’m basically a rag doll from the waist down. How could you love someone like that?”

“For one thing that girl’s got a whole lot more to offer than just the incredible sex we used to have together.” He tipped my chin upwards so that I was caught once again in the spell of those enticing green eyes. “Love the sex was just a plus from you. What I really fell in love with was your wicked sense of humor, you’re a fucking badass pilot, you’re beautiful inside and out, and even when you fall down like shit on the ground, you pick yourself up and brush yourself off and keep moving forward. Like today for example, you didn’t let your paralysis stop you from flying that plane and taking down a C-5 Super Galaxy. A fuckin C-5, do you know how big those things are?”

“75.53m in length, 19.84m in height and wingspan of 67.91m.”

“See? Even your brain is beautiful love.” He praised as he cupped both sides of my face.  The two of us smiled as I felt his thumbs brush against my cheeks.  “You see love, there is so much I loved about you. That I still love about you. So can we—pick up where we left off?” I thought about it and I said.

“Will you still make me those warm pancakes in the morning?” he laughed and said.

“I will make you pancakes for every single meal if it means that we can be together again.”

“Okay I’ll take you back.” He cheered and leaned forward and began to frantically kiss me all over my face.  I giggled as he was now starting to act like Max, my youngest pup who was such a lovebug even after the hell his owners put him through.

“Oh you won’t regret it love, I promise! I’ll help take care of the dogs, I’ll help with the chores, I’ll be your workout buddy, I’ll even push your wheelchair around—no screw it I’ll carry you from place to place.”

“Billy, I’m paralyzed but not incompetent.”

“Oh c’mon love, please let me just spoil you. Just this once please?” he cooed out as he pouted his bottom lip out and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes again.  I groaned and said.

“Fine. But you can carry me only once a month.”

“Seven times a week.”

“Twice a month.”

“Ten times a month.”

“Billy!” I laughed.

“Okay, okay fine. Three times a month, that’s as low as I’ll go.”

“Twice a month.” I confirmed again.

“Okay. Twice a month.” We then kissed each other to seal the agreement.  “Why must you be so cute in order to get your way?”

“Not my fault.”

“No I think it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” It was then he gave my sides a quick tickle which made me jerk up and take his hands in mine.

“No don’t do that!” I laughed.

“Why can’t I?”

“Because you know what tickling does to me, and I’m at a disadvantage now that I can’t kick you away anymore.”

“Oh really? Well then I think I may be tempted even more.”

“Billy!”

“Okay, okay I won’t tickle you. Yet.” I groaned and punched his arm which made him groan in pain. “Ow what the fuck that was hard!”

“Oh you big baby it didn’t hurt that bad.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me to pull me in closer to him.

“God I love you.”

“I love you too. And I really did miss you Billy, really.”

“Of course you did.”

“Don’t push it.” He smirked before capturing my lips with his again.  This time our kiss deepened as I felt him cup the side of my face. When air became a desperate thing, he separated from me and our breaths intertwined with each other’s.  “God I’ve missed kissing you.”

“How do you think I’ve felt?” he kissed my cheek and snuggled close to me.

“So you—you don’t mind if we don’t…..”

“(Y/n), it’s fine. The sex was just a plus with you. I don’t mind just cuddling close with my best girl.” He lay down and pulled me close so that my head was resting on his chest and I felt him stroke my back, specifically my lower back where my L3-L4 spinal points were located at.

“So you don’t mind having a paralyzed girlfriend?” I asked him.

“So long as that paralyzed girlfriend is you. I’m always gonna love you (y/n) no matter what. Never, ever doubt that.”

“I—I think I may need to be reminded again.”

“I’ll gladly tell it to you a million times a day if it’ll get you to understand.” I felt him kiss the crown of my forehead lovingly and I breathed in his intoxicating scent that I always found addictive.  His cologne mixed with a bit of sweat from his parkour scaling.  I closed my eyes and buried my face into his chest and embraced my love once again for the first time in two years.

“I love you Billy. My King of the skies.”

“And I love you (y/n), my Queen of the skies.” And with that the two of us fell asleep together holding each other close and exchanging kisses every now and then.

[weareallfallengods]

LOTR Post-apocalyptic one shot

When Middle Earth gets to like- the idk, sixth or seventh age? would it be more of a futuristic setting but like with hobbits in space suits and dwarfs crafting radioactive machines and stuff.

(Shhhhh.... i know that like the elves disappear and man becomes really the only one that stays after awhile but I WANT A FANTASY FALLOUT SETTING!

From @pippinstook

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The Endless Winter was the Elves' fault.

Like all the Great Calamities of Middle-Earth, the best and worst times were ushered in by Elves.

And they wonder why we hate them.

We Dwarves remember the Silmarils War. We stayed out of the War of Sauron's Return because the Elves created that mess to begin with, and it was theirs to clean up. We saw the Halflings get roped into it, and there were some who argued we should go to their aid, remembrance of a debt owed by our people to them. But there were only 4 of them, so we remained apart.

And so, when the Burning Wind, a storm of flame like a hundred score dragons scorching the land and sky came, we stayed underground. We saw it sweep in from the East, and we knew that once again, the Elves had doomed us all.

We stayed underground, our trading partners gone, our surface holdings buried under a white ash that burned and blinded as it rained from the sky. We delved deeper, broader, sealed all but a few entrances to the surface behind gold and lead. Entire boulevards bricked up in stacks of now useless gold.

They thought we were ostentatious with our wealth before. If they could only see us now. Admittedly, we flaunted our wealth in the 4th Age- and why wouldnt we? We worked and slaved and toiled for generations of men to build it. Of course we were going to enjoy the fruits of our labors.

Our grandfathers survived once the King discovered that only he, in his gold-covered armors, remained sunburnt by the Elven Ash. The King ordered the gates sealed, the treasury turned over to the armored and craftsmen as gold suddenly became not a luxury, but something necessary to protect our people from the folly of the Elves. 

Our people still got ill, still died long before their time. Some had strange growths, babies were born with extra limbs, or none at all. Mothers wept at not being able to feed their newborns, and fathers felt tears dampen their beards as they carved tomb after tomb for children that should have been the ones to carve theirs instead.

But we survived.

We learned to cover every bit of clothing, every scrap of leather and cloth in gold. Every chamber, every street, every cavern lined in it. No longer was lead cast aside as nothing more than a tinker's tool. Now every drop of it was precious, beaten flat and covered in gold, used to line the halls of our kingdoms.

So my great-grandfather told my father, as he told me. As I will tell my sons and daughters, so they never forget.

It's truly amazing what we Dwarves will create when left to our own devices. Every hundred years or so, the King will send a group of volunteers to the surface, to see if the Endless Winter showed any signs of abating, if the burning ash burns less.

As the centuries passed, little changed on the surface. But there were many who grew tired of our isolation, and longed for the fresh wind and the companionship of our brothers in other kingdoms.

Rather than repress them, our king, in his wisdom, appointed those who still longed for the outside world to create ways to survive in the hellish land the Elves had rained down upon us.

And so our skills increased, our machines becoming ever more complex as our Creatives strive to find ways to lessen the impact of the Winter, and make our lives more comfortable and productive.

We discovered the expansive properties of steam, we harnessed the fires of the earth itself to warm our homes, and light our streets. We created artificial sun and starlight, not with the magic of the Elves, or the primitive tallow fires of men, but with ingenuity and clever machines. Balls of glass that glowed like the sun, and drops of sapphire that shone like stars.

We created lightning, and stored it in jars. We built the power of the ancient gods ourselves. Columns that shone bright to light the day, and tiny blue stars of light in the carven ceilings to make the night less black. We took those jars, and fashioned gears and wheels and wire to drive our mining carts and lifts. We created hammers driven by the heat of the earth and the explosive power of water. We made glass, coated in gold so fine you could see through it, and for the first time in a generation, had windows to bring sun and moonlight down to the kingdom. What little there was. 

We made great mirrors, and reflected that light to our farms, and homes. The Creatives made giant mirrors and lenses, and used them to see great distances from the Sightglass they built on the top of our mountain. The first time they were able to look through it, and see for hundreds of leagues was looked forward too with such anticipation! And met with such bitter disappointment. For as far as the eye could see, even with the Sightglass, there was nothing but more of the burning ash blanketing the world.

So we stayed below, as we have always done. And another generation passed.

And the Creatives made another leap forward. They created glass that could be layered with transparent gold, and made helmets and armor and boots and gloves that were finally able to withstand the burning of the Winter on the surface. They created carts, driven by the heat of rocks they found on the surface, that when enclosed properly, and cooled with water, powered those carts, and enabled us to finally start exploring the surface again.

And so we finally emerged after all this time. Dwarves, covered in gold, driving carts that glowed and shone like the sun that could no longer be seen. Dwarves, with golden gears clicking about them, steam rising from their shoulders as the armor made by the Creatives did it's work of making the air breathable, and keeping out the ash and dust. Dwarves with golden-hued glass helms, leaving virgin footprints in the ashen plains around the mountain. 

Dwarves, had finally managed to reclaim the earth.

And we explored. We searched for any sign that other life had returned to the surface. We traveled long and far, always finding nothing more than half-buried ruins of ancient civilizations; giant statues and crumbling walls, trees turned to stone, rivers nothing more than vast trenches filled with powdery ash that we sank in as if it was actually water, long petrified bones serving as the only memorial to those who once filled the cities of men.

More and more of us migrated to the surface, our new Technics affording us the same protections of our ancient caverns. We started to realize as a people that our love of caves stemmed primarily from a desire to be left alone as a people, a way to avoid being interfered with. And now that the surface was empty, there was nothing dissuading us from enjoying it.

And then the world as we had come to know it changed.

Reports from the Foragers came back that they had found a place untouched by the Endless Winter. A place where green still existed.

No one believed them at first, but then the silverplate images started coming back. Plates that showed trees. Rivers that held water. A deer. Things no one alive had ever seen with their own eyes. And most still didn't believe.

Until one day, the Foragers brought back an oak tree. A sapling, green and lithe, rooted in black earth, set in a pit of solid gold, a dome of golden glass shielding it from the ash.

Not long after that monumental revelation, our entire town mobilized. Great carts with wheels of chain to move entire houses were built. Flexible bridges covered in golden glass wove between them, domes of gold creating a sea of glittering bubbles that floated across the plains as an entire Dwarven city slowly crept across the fields and hills of ash.

Ten years it took for our city to make it to the eastern mountains. Ten years of waiting impatiently to see what the Foragers had been promising us.

And then we finally saw it with our own eyes. We saw the ash fade into brown grass and weeds, and those give way gradually to actual grasses, and bushes, and finally, a single tree at the top of the ridge.

But what we saw from that ridge left even our most effusive poets speechless.

Green. Nothing but green as far as we could see. An emerald jewel of a vale set apart from the ashen wasteland behind us. And birds. A young one claimed they spotted a deer. The sound of a small stream twinkled through the air like a long forgotten melody of hope. A single, thin spire hung in the air, and only the Eldest was able to remember what it was called or what it meant.

Smoke! Specifically, chimney smoke. It rose from the forest like a beacon, a sign that we may not be the only ones to have survived.

As we were debating the best way to approach whomever may be there, we were all shocked to the bone to hear a small voice right behind our Elder.

"'Ere! Wotcha 'bout then? Not from 'round 'here, are yous?"

Of all those who could have survived, of course it had to be the Hobbits.

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