#~ Commander in Chief | MOM ~

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

The fun thing about watching football for me is that I have no allegiance to any team. I will root for any team, with the exception of the Patriots, and I just get to enjoy the game. I’ve got not stake in who wins or who loses, I’m just here to have a good time.

[runtwithwolves]

SOUTH PARK X HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON AU This is south berk! a south park au set in a mix of the httyd first second and third movies! Now heres an extremely long winded explanation of the lore ive come up with so far :D

Dragons have been integrated into viking society to the same degree as work horses, and while the vikings care for them they arent protected or treated nearly as well. A big point in the AU's story that shows the difference is in Stans lore. Stans dad Randy is chief of berk- he leads the growth of berks main agricultural source, their weed fields. Vikings on Berk arent allowed to travel beyond the outer isles for fear of raiders and foriegn dragons and disease. Berks main food source is fish, and the dragons on Berk are almost exclusively fed fish as to not deplete the islands limited vegitation and livestock. HOWEVER On Stans tenth birthday he was gifted a Monsterous Nightmare- which he named Sparky- and had snuck out with that same night to go flying with Kyle who had already been given a dragon. (Kenny and Cartman had also been riding on the back of Kyles dragon) The group flight didnt last long though as Stan out paced the others by leagues on his fully grown dragon. They raced high and low, getting closer and closer to the outer isle border when they had been overtaken by a flying horde of dragon, many of which Stan didnt recognize. Stan fully lost control of Sparky and while trying to regain his attention they were suddenly taken from below by Shelly - Stans sister. Her own Monsterous nightmare began to wrestle with Sparky as Shelly commanded Stan come home. Stan and Shelly argued as their dragons fight became vicious, and without warning Sparky bit out the throat of Shelly's dragon. In a panic Stan tried to pull Shelly onto Sparky, but Sparky lunged for her after letting her dragon fall. Shelly pushed away from Stan but too late, as she and Stans left leg were crushed in Sparky's mouth.

Stan fell as Sparky flew to rejoin the dragon horde, and awoke on his fathers ship. The grief of losing Shelly affected both of his parents and eventually Stans mom passed away, and Randy grew colder and over protective. Stan never learned to ride and isnt allowed into the dragon training or fighting classes. He mostly attends meetings and agricultural lessons. Kyle on the other hand excelled with his dragon, a deadly nadder he named Wendy. Coming from a prestigious family he and Stan grew up extremely close. He joined the scouting party that reports dragon sightings as well as hunts for game and scavenges for food. Kyle is also an extremely talented inventor and creates weapons- like his flame sword- and prostetics! He is particularly focused on Stans leg and creates a new joint for him to try every other week. He also takes Stan on scouting missions when they can slip away without Randy's notice.

He likes to decorate wendy with bells and ribbons cause shes his girl. Cartman also joined the scouts, however it had nothing to do with an affinity towards his dragon. Cartman was told from a young age that a dragon ate his father before they had been tamed to work alongside vikings, and so has never had a gentle hand or understanding of them. Infact, Cartman grew to be big and concerningly strong, and was assigned to the scouts simply for his ability to throw a mean axe. He had gone through many trails with dragons but wasnt able to tame or bond with one till he met a sweet Gronkle that was the only dragon able to tolerate him. He initially named it proffessor chaos however when he realized it would respond to any variation of the name- specifically professor gay-ass, by Kenny- he changed its name to Butters. Cartmans favorite food.

Butters is a weak flyer and shoots the smallest fire balls any one has ever seen a gronkle produce. Kenny’s father and mother are fishermen, a job thats considered low work. Fishermen create their homes on the boats they sail out on, however children are not allowed out to sea. Because of this Kenny lives alone with Karen in a fishermans shack except for one week out of the year where his parents fully dock- during yule and the new year. When Kenny was ten his older brother, Kevin, stole a ship and sailed off beyond the outer isles. Kevin and Shelly had been dating, and after her death Kenny assumed Kevin left to find and slay Sparky. He never came back, and his crime brought shame onto Kenny's family. To make money Kenny mixes and sells medicine, as well as doing healing work on both dragons and people. To collect herbs and also to goof off he rides along with Kyle and Cartman while Karen is in school.

Karen is sweet and gets along with dragons easily- however she has the unfortunate tendency to take in injured strays. Her favorites being terrible terrors. Jimmy rides on her back as his hind legs are crippled. Tolkien is a particularly pretty dragon who never learned to fly. And Clyde is dumb. Lastly the story picks up when the New Kid arrives. New kid is from a wandering group of religious dragon trappers. This group worships a Queen dragon they ride on the back of. This queen allows them to build homes on her back functioning as a roaming island as long as they keep her fed. The cult makes sacrifices to her, mostly dragons they catch, and occassionally their own followers. The trappers also eat dragons they catch, as well as fish, and no part of the dragon goes to waste. The cult wears dragon skins, giving them an effective armor- and use different gases and venoms from different species. The New Kid joined this cult along with his parents as a child. He rarely participated and kept his head down reading books on dragons he had traded for and filling in his own dragon journal. Till it was his parents turn for sacrifice. In exchange for his parents lives the New Kid offered to catch worthy dragons to take their place and sailed on his own. He had followed the sound of thunder hoping to come upon a large dragon when he was caught in a storm and nearly drowned. That was until he was plucked from the sea by a Night fury. The New Kid assumed the Night fury had mistaken him for a dragon based on the skins he was wearing and carried him to a cave it shared with a Light Fury. The Light Fury was obviously sick and anxious and seeing that the Night Fury wouldnt leave him, the New Kid captured them both injuring the Night Fury's tail in the process making sure he couldnt fly away. When he returned to the cult the New Kid offered the exchange, but to his horror his parents refused and were willingly eaten by the queen. The cult leader accepted the dragons and promised to use them for a greater purpose, and had assigned the New Kid to sail out the next morning to continue hunting for Furies. In the night, the New Kid stowed away with the Light Fury's help- which he named Tweek- half carrying the Night Fury and the new kid directing his remaining tail wing. They crash landed on Berk, and were spotted by Kyle, Cartman, Stan and Kenny. Tweek bonded with the New Kid and is the only human he allows near him. However the other dragon, which Karen names Craig, barely tolerates him.

The New Kid is hiding where he came from along with the fact he is the one who messed up Craigs tail. Hes working alongside Kenny to heal Tweek and build a new tail for Craig with Kyle. He stays near the dragons and feeds them, at the same time of filling out his own journal of dragon knowledge hes been collecting. The only person Craig seems to not hate is Stan, and the two are slowly getting along, though Stan is wary of dragons and Craig is wary of humans.

all of this while hiding the new kid and the furies existence from the chief and village! what could possibly go wrong. If you read to the end of this i love and appreciate you!! Feel free to ask questions or request anything from this AU! id love to draw responses and fill out the world and story :D

[ghostlychief]

Master Chief requests??? I need Chief x reader where reader tells her new friend John that she has a massive crush on the hero in green not knowing she’s just confessed to said man. Later ends up fighting beside him and after the battle Chief removes his helmet for whatever reason, rest, rehydration, etc. and reader has an existential crisis…with a cute ending…🥺

once again, so sorry for the delay on this!!! i love the concept of this and it was so fun to write!!! hope you enjoy :) <3

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You could say that it was a predisposition that you were going to join the UNSC ever since you were a little girl. It ran in the family: Your dad was a marine, and mom a pilot. So of course as a little girl, you wanted to live up to their expectations and be just like them.

That leads you to where you are today, a soldier within the UNSC Navy Fleet Command (FLEETCOM). You like the work and it always keeps you busy. This work also, for the majority of the time, has you stationed on the infinity, and not so much in the heat of combat. But you wish you could be involved in the action one day. In fact, you were kind of obsessed with the Spartans and the program in general. They seemed off-worldly to you and you really wished you could see them in action.

In fact, you're currently telling your new friend John about your not so secret crush on the famous green Spartan, Master Chief. You met John about six months ago during a training and you have been friends ever since.

"I mean, come on! Who isn't curious about the famous 'demon'?"

You excitedly bang your hands on the table as you're ranting to your friend, who just sits there with a smirk on his face. You don't know why he finds it that amusing. Doesn't everyone have a crush?

His eyes light up as you keep gushing over the Spartan.

"I can only imagine what his face would look like; handsome no doubt." You stare off dreamily.

You sigh, "I wish I could meet him."

John shrugs, "Maybe one day you will."

You pout and then rest your head on your now crossed arms that rest on the table. You let out a puff, "My job doesn't allow me to be in combat. We always direct from up here." You gesture to the ship.

John continues eating his sandwich, which by the way, looks much more appetizing than the food on your plate. You wonder where he got the delicious looking food. In fact, you just now realize that John's food always seems to be gourmet, and much better than yours. You mentally shake your head, thinking it doesn't matter and you go back to thinking of your crush that you're never going to meet.

John reassures you again, "You never know when a special mission will come up anyways. They can always pull you into combat under special circumstances."

You hum, still bummed about your current position and reply, "Yeah, I guess."

You and John finish up your lunches then go your separate ways.

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About a week later, you're being pulled into a conference room with your team and upper management. It's odd because usually upper management doesn't attend team meetings like this, so you figure something is happening or about to.

Your guess is right when your boss, Davidson, starts the meeting.

"Thank you all for being here today, we have been assigned to a special mission, which we will be deployed to planet Concord, where an outer human colony resides."

Davidson continues her assessment of the colony's climate and the reason for your team going.

"We will be assisting a covert operation, lead by the Spartans, specifically Blue Team. But this will require a ground operation team, so that is why we are being deployed with the Spartans."

Your stomach erupts with butterflies. Blue Team? You immediately know who's on that team and it's hard for you to contain your excitement.

Davidson continues with her presentation, but you find it hard to focus. However, you do catch that the reason for this covert mission is that there's been alien chatter in the quadrant Concord is in. It's unclear whether the Covenant has found the human colony or not. It is also sometimes hard to communicate with the outer colonies since they are a long way from Reach.

Your thoughts drift away again. Your first mission! You're itching with anticipation.

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The day has come where you leave for Concord. you have been so busy the past week that you haven't had a chance to see your friend John and share the exciting new. Oh well, you think. I'll catch up with him once I'm back.

Travel to the outer colonies takes about a day or so from Reach and before you know it, you've reached Concord. You were hoping to catch a glimpse of the Spartans on the ship, but you guess your luck ran out because you didn't see a single one.

It was decided that you all would land on the outskirts of the region Corsica. This region had a dense population and would be a prime spot for the Covenant to attack.

You finally see the Spartans emerge from the ship, but they are already in their armor.

You all get to work in setting up your outpost, and surprisingly, the Spartans help with a lot of the set up.

Huh, guess they aren't better than that.

Once your networks are up and running, you and your team immediately get to work on analyzing the different comms channels for any chatter that isn't your own. The Spartans have left to search the perimeter and scout the area.

Day one and two, nothing happens. You're not picking anything up on the networks and Blue Team hasn't reported seeing anything.

However, on day three, things start to get interesting.

You just had your morning coffee when you hear it. it was so brief,. but you would recognize Sangheili anywhere. You immediately notify your team and Blue Team. You really hadn't had any interaction with the Spartans, but now they stand before you, waiting to hear your report.

You stand tall and say, "This morning at 0600 hours, we picked up Sangheili chatter. We only caught a snippet of it before they switched to another channel, but we could make out "Concord" from the discussion."

Master Chief is the first to ask a question, "Is it safe to assume they are on Concord?"

You clear your throat and respond, "While, we cannot confirm that they are on the planet, we can confirm that they know of its existence, and therefore, know the location of it."

You see Master Chief nod, his orange-yellow visor glinting in the morning sun. "Okay, what is our mission?"

This is where Davidson steps up to explain the game plan, now that there is credible intelligence that the Covenant know about Concord. FLEETCOM has been preparing for this for years, but its still surreal putting the procedures into place.

However, before Davidson can report on the procedures, a large blast hits near your outpost. You shriek and crouch down, covering your head with your hands. Another blast deposits close to the outpost, but with this blast, you can feel the warmth from the plasma. Covenant.

The outpost erupts into chaos and you snap back to reality, ready to follow your attack procedures that you know so well. But before you can stand, a green hand reaches down to you. You take it without any thought. It's only when the hand pull you up that you are face to face with Chief.

You take a step back, and mutter a thanks under your breath. Chief nods slightly, and then says, "You need a weapon."

Oh right, we're under attack. He leads you to the armory and you thank him again before he leaves you to get ready. you meet your team back at command and then you are split into groups to engage the Covenant. Each Spartan takes a squadron of soldiers, and lucky you, you're in Chief's unit.

You all disperse out to your combat areas, and you're immediately met with grunt troops. Easy enough you think.

You watch Chief ahead of you, easily taking out the grunts while you and your squadron take out the weakened ones. You see him take out his sniper and easily pick off the Jackals that were hiding up in the rock formations.

Strangely enough, it gets quiet after that, and you hear through your comms from the other units that combat has paused for them as well.

Chief runs back to your unit and says, "Let's climb up those rocks to get to higher ground. I'm sure that wasn't the last of the Covenant troops."

You all hike up the steep hill littered in rock formations until you reach the top. It does provide a good advantage, but you're also hoping for some rest.

You see the rest of your unit start to sit, drink water, and assess any injuries, so you decide to do the same. You luckily remained unscathed, and when you're drinking your water, Chief comes up to sit beside you and before you can say anything, he starts to take off his helmet.

You must being seeing things, because you are met with the familiar face of your friend John.

"I'm sorry, I must be seeing things, because what the fuck?!"

John, your friend John, sits besides you in a fucking Spartan suit, none other than the Master Chief himself.

"Guilty," he responds. He tries to give you a small smile, but all he is met with is a glare.

You're still shell-shocked and you are trying not to cause a scene in front of everyone, but seriously, what the actual fuck?

"Are you fucking serious? Why didn't you tell me?" You're honestly more hurt that he didn't tell you, than the fact that for almost the entirety of your friendship you've been gushing to him about your crush on, well, HIM.

Before he can get a word out though, you say, "What strings did you pull for me to be here?"

He just says, "Don't worry about it." you feel steam coming out of your ears.

Of course. Of course. It's all coming together now.

"Was this even a real mission?" your voice raises.

"Of course it was! We did just fight the Covenant, no?"

You hate to admit it but he makes a good point.

He gives you a small shrug, "I may have pulled a few strings to get your team assigned-" he looks over to you and you give him your hardest glare. You cross your arms, and shift your position so you're facing him head on.

"-but you and your team were well over-qualified! So it worked out anyways."

"WHY?!" You throw your hands up in the air, now feeling the embarrassment of your confession you've one too many times admitted.

"Look, Y/N," He places his gloved hand on your shoulder and you fight the urge to smack it away.

"i don't know if you noticed but everywhere I go, people just gawk at me and don't even treat me as a human. So, when I'm out of my armor, I feel a certain freedom I don't usually feel. And when I met you, well, I wanted to keep feeling that."

His thumb starts to rub circles into your shoulder.

"I was going to tell you, I was. But I started loving the feeling of just being normal, and you always provided that space for me. I'm sorry."

You sigh at his explanation, and while you're still mad at him, you do understand his point of view.

"You weren't creeped out by my crush, borderline obsession, with you?" You can't even look at him when you ask this and instead train your eyes to Concord's two moons up in the sky.

"Y/N, look at me." You do.

He smiles at you, the creases by his eyes crinkling and says, "I thought it was endearing, okay?"

"Ugh, you must get that all the time from women though, as you literally just said." You bring up your hands and rub your face and you feel your cheeks warm.

"Well, they aren't you."

"What?" You must have heard him wrong and you look at him to catch any kind of lie in his confession. But a small smile still rests on his lips and his eyes are still looking into yours with honesty.

He brings his hand that was on your shoulder to rest on your jaw, his thumb now stroking your cheek. You imagined the texture of his techsuit to be rougher, but you find his hand feels like silk against your skin.

"You mean to tell me you didn't know?"

You roll your eyes, "No, I did not know that my friend John of six months liked me. Clearly I don't pick up on things easily." You gesture between the two of you.

"Mhmm, then I'll have to do better." John closes the space between you and captures your lips with his. You kiss him back and rest your hand on top of his that still lies on your jaw.

You pull away for a brief second, "Wait! Now I understand why you have so much better food than me. You ass!" You smack his shoulder.

He shuts you up with another kiss.

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You're so engrossed in all things John that you fail to notice that Kelly and her squadron met up with yours.

You have an audience behind you and you don't even notice it. Kelly mutters, "About time. He wouldn't shut up about her."

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[artsy-hobbitses]

Do you have an concepts of what Alpha Trions estate looks like?

Nothing HUGE persay, I have some -distant shrieking- from my time being my mom's CAD person when she was designing the family bungalow (and the one time I designed schematics for a fort from scratch right down to the square foot, I'm dyin Scoob), so for my sanity, gomen, let's just say Alpha Trion's estate from the exterior most closely resembles a slightly (ie. just enough so that the French Heritage Society doesn't cap his ass) refurbished French chateau in Normandy based off the Vaux-le-Vicomte.

There are five levels, including two underground, which are more vast than the overground structure. About 30 rooms are in residential use, both long-term (Autobots who stay on base) and short-term (Autobots or allies who are posted worldwide and occasionally visit for meetings/research exchange). The rest includes but are not limited to:

A medical wing (ground floor)

A mini library (ground floor)

A War room/Command Centre (first floor)

Two meeting rooms (first floor)

Armory (basement 1)

R&D laboratories (A separate structure within the grounds connected to the main building, due to frequent Wheeljack-induced mishaps)

An X-Men style Danger Room for indoor training sessions (basement 1)

A mess hall (ground floor)

Transport bay (basement 2, houses their team jet, the Altairun's* personal jets and the Protegonauts'** vehicles mostly)

Record room (basement 1)

Supply room (basement 2)

Rec room (ground floor)

Trion's workspace where he's creating a digital version of the Library of Alexandria (basement 1)

Brig (separate smaller structure attached to building)

Backup generator room (basement 2)

Trion's Turbofoxes Lelaps and Tomyris patrol the grounds and serve as part of security. The estate is also protected by energy shields. About 2km from it to the north is where you'll find the coastline with refurbished bunkers that house the Dinomachae*** and the Wreckers, who prefer to live on their own terms off-base, but close enough that aid can be rendered both ways. They also serve as a first line of defense if attacks are to come from the ocean-side of the HQ. About 5km away is the nearest town (whose residents have close contact with Alpha Trion, who is considered something of their patron), where the Protegonauts live as their own unit and work on a daily basis (save First Aid, who commutes to work with Ratchet every day. Hotspot lives on his own, while First Aid rooms with Groove and Streetwise rooms with Blades). This is also where you'll find Nightbeat running his investigations under cover of a private detective enterprise. * - Aerialbots ** - Protectobots *** - Dinobots

Long-term residents of the base include but are not limited to:

Single room (Note, these are often people who are division chiefs)

Optimus Prime

Prowl

Jazz

Ultra Magnus

Perceptor

Ironhide

Windblade

Alpha Trion

Rung

Arcee

Sharing room (By final season, as these shift throughout the war)

Hound & Mirage

Ratchet & Drift

Bumblebee & Memo

Sideswipe & Strongarm

Sunstreaker & Bob

Skids & Trailbreaker

Brainstorm & Wheeljack

Chromia & Lightbright

Ramhorn & Steeljaw

HotRod & Blaster

Nautica & Charlie

Tailgate & Cyclonus

Swerve & Blurr

Hope that helps better solidify things!

[sinful-lanterns]

What about Chief putting a baby in the Reader? Canonically Chief is the favorite chew toy and so other sinners coupling Chief with their other favorite chew toy would be common.

Also I'm pretty sure Coquelic will live life that Empress AU Arlecchino lived.

She will get the damn kid when gods will take pity on her.

LMAO Coquelic being the parallel of Arlecchino from my Genshin blog. The poor granny keeps getting cockblocked like Arlecchino does, as every other woman gets to have a baby with you except her due to her luck. I guess white haired, red eyed women just get cockblocked on my blogs. That is the trend now…

Also the mommies making Chief knock you up is so in character for a lot of them. Similar to how Shalom commands Rahu to get you pregnant, I can see someone like Langley ordering the resident chew toy to get the other resident chew toy pregnant, so they could have the cutest babies from you two!

Chief would be such a cute mom too. All soggy and pathetic, doing everything she can to keep her pregnant lover happy 🥺

[princesscolumbia]

Star Trek Captains, A Review and Categorization

Star Trek is a show about a Neo-military organization that has rank structures, ships, and fights wars, so naturally there's plenty of captains to talk about, but for this post I'll be highlighting specifically the main cast captains, in something resembling chronological order. (But, I mean, this is Star Trek, so even that's kinda up in the air)

Captain Archer

That Guy who had to hand crank the warp engine up-hill both ways in the blinding ion storm. We don't need no stinkin' Prime Directive! Remember The Alamo Pearl Harbor 9/11 Florida! But...uh, maybe don't be dicks about it, not everyone who looks like the ones responsible for that thing we're never going to forget actually wants us dead. Got transformed into an alien, got possessed by another alien, slept with a couple more. Never got pregnant, though (that was his chief engineer)

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 1

Wars started: 0

Wars ended: 3

Times on screen naked: 1

Nazi facilities destroyed: 1

Category: Grampa

Captain Pike

Midlife crisis? What midlife crisis? Everything's fiiiiine. Now eat something, it'll make you feel better. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed. Number One, don't tell me I can't adopt more kids, I don't care that they're from the future they're mine now. Besides, we've already got a whole ship-full, what's two more?

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 2

Violations of the Temporal Prime Directive: -3 (yes, it's an irrational number, we're talking time travel, people!)

Musical Numbers Participated While On Duty: 3

Hair: Really Great

Category: Dad (or DILF if you swing that way)

Captain Georgiou

You will be captain when you can snatch the stone from my hand.

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 1

Protege's who required a redemption arc: 1

Awesomeness: Transcendent

Category: Gone too soon, also, MILF who can kick your ass

(Edit: Courtesy of @cheer-me-up-scotty for pointing out an oversite on my part)

Captain Burnham

Cosplays as a Vulcan 'cause she's jealous of her adoptive brother. Accurately called an audience-stand-in-self-insert-mary-sue (shut up, Star Trek fandom invented the Mary Sue, it was a term coined by women fans, so shut up!), but by season 2 she actually gets interesting.

Scorecard

Mommy Issues: Has a subscription

Moms: 4

PTSD inducing life events: Like, all of them

Ships commanded: 3

Mutinies led failed: 1

Category: That One Cousin who married surprisingly well and made something of herself in spite of all expectations

Captain Kirk

Golden retriever energy, would be the Useless Bisexual Himbo if he didn't have so much game. Probably smarter than he lets on. Polyamory King and certified Alien Fucker. Boyfriend is a half-space-elf, main sometimes-girlfriend will go on to create the deadliest super-weapon ever built by humans by accident.

Scorecard

Number of Klingon Bounties on his head: [CLASSIFIED]

Number of women he's slept with: [CLASSIFIED]

Nazi regimes toppled: 1

Number of times he should have had a test that determines if you can stick your dick in it that got named after an upstart from that other science fiction show instead: 1

Ships Commanded: 3

Ships He's Stolen: 3

Category: Slut(affectionate)

Captain Kirk (the other one)

Golden Retriever that got left behind when his family moved away and had to lead a ragtag team of a crotchety older dog and a wet cat on a journey...

No, wait, hold on...

Right! That's the one!

Scorecard

Times he should have been kicked out of Starfleet: At least 4

Ships commanded: 3

Ground transport destroyed: 2 (that we know of)

Number of middle fingers given to Admiralty: 2

Category: Bad Boy

Captain Picard

You know that guy who you see going to the library all the time and always seems to have his nose in a book and always seems to be telling people off for breaking the rules and doing dangerous shit? You'd never know it but he used to be That Guy in college who got, like, ALL the girls and is going to be the Hot Grampa that you don't know how he has that much game, but he got it.

Scorecard

Ships lost in the line of duty: 2

Number of times he married and then estranged his best friend's wife who named their son after her dead first husband: 1

Number of toxic omnipotent and omniscient boyfriends who are obsessed with him and spends their spare time playing with ponies: 1

Category: Inexplicable Sexyman

Captain Badass Sisko

The Cool Dad with baggage. He's got game, but he's got priorities as well, and DON'T mess with his son or you won't even exist anymore to regret it. BLM before it was cool. Led a civil rights riot two centuries before he was born. Space Jesus who can make the best jambalaya you've ever had. Fought and won a war, punched a god, then became one.

Scorecard

Civilizations saved: 4

Native Cultures Treated With the Respect They Deserve: Many

Times He Bent the Rules so his CMO could get some nookie from a Cardasian spy plain, simple tailor: The counter broke

Successful black-ops assassinations completed: 1

Category: BAMF

Captain Janeway

THE single most decorated captain in Starfleet history. Successfully dropped the hammer on dozens of petty tyrants, oppressive regimes, roaming mass murderers, and the Borg. What Prime Directive? Your Mom. Also, probably slept with your mom, that's how much she is the Domme-est of Dommes. She told the Borg to use the safe word...and they DID!

Scorecard

Borg Daughters: 1

Times she told the Borg to step off: 3 (or 4...or 5? Honestly, with the time travel shenanigans it's hard to know for sure)

Nazis she's personally shot: 1

Category: Mistress, but it's "Ma'am" to you

Captain Freeman

She's angry AND disappointed! She's just as good as all the other captains in the fleet, and the good ones know it, but all the rest? They see "cali class" and assume all they're good for is the jobs nobody else wants. But jokes on them, because thanks to that attitude her crew are the flippin' Jacks and Jills of all trades and are more capable of fixing AND fucking AND "fucking" shit up than damn near anyone else!

Scorecard

Times the ship has nearly been destroyed but she and her crew got through it: ...uh...how many episodes are there? And then there's the times that get casual mentions that we never get the details on!

Daughters who should probably be captains now if they were at least a LITTLE more respectful and didn't actively try to piss off Admirals: 1

Times the Cerritos has had to be rebuilt to the point it might as well be called "The Ship of Cerritos Problem": At least 4

Category: Your mom...get back here, I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!

Captain R'El

Cinnamon Roll, just let m'boy into Starfleet! He just wants a home and a family! I'd like to see full-grown captains who can keep up with half of what this Best Boy is capable of!

Scorecard

Number of species his genetic code is made up of: All of 'em. Even the GODDAMN Q!

Number of Janeways he impressed the socks off of: 2

Quality of his Janeway impression: Bad

Number of Ferengi he out-Ferengi'd: 1

Nazis punched: Give him time...

Category: Teenage Boy Who's NOT GOING THROUGH A PHASE, MOM!

Should I do Captains Shaw and Seven? How about Alternate Timeline Tripp or Future Chakotay? (Going too far down that rabbit hole will eventually lead to Imperial Kirk and Captain Spock from the movies.) Let me know in the comments.

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[deathworlders-of-e24]

Danny, Security Chief

Part 1

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“You know, the GAIL asked specifically for a Human security officer for this position. Yours was the first name on the list.”

Admiral Townes had said those exact words to him not 48 hours earlier, and here he was, in a rocket ship filled to the brim with races from 25 different species with different needs and different temperaments. Danny knew this was gonna take up a lot of his time.

Daniel Ducane, or Danny if you were a drinking buddy, liked it when things were quiet. He’d only really joined the service because of his family, both his mom and granddad had done it, and Danny genuinely did enjoy the feeling of helping people. God knows why he said yes to this posting though, an ‘experiment’ to push people to their breaking points. People usually either broke before then or they didn’t. Usually the former, and since the mission was a year long this time, Danny expected he’d get busy sooner or later. Apparently ‘keeping the peace’ aboard the Noah was such a high priority they’d even given him a commander rank the second he took the job. Weird.

Right now Danny was on his way to the Captain’s office for a briefing. Making his way down the halls of the ship, he took note of the many different species aboard. Several of them noticed him as well, some going so far as to stand at attention while he walked by. Danny even noticed how some of the crew took note of him. He wasn’t deaf to the rumors circulating about humans, about how we evolved on a deathworld practically designed to eradicate anything that wasn’t the best of the best. Humans had somehow conquered every other creature on their planet without any natural armor or weapons, by being these strange pursuit predators, apparently just too stubborn to give up the ghost.

When asked, Danny conceded that sure, Earth is kinda rough around the edges compared to other planets, but it was pretty quiet there these days. He liked that. His last posting had been on a security detail at the Doun embassy on earth, and he’d been asked a thousand times how he’d survived in the hellish landscape that had been ���Arizona’. The Doun homeworld had an exceptionally long rotation period so most of it was frozen a majority of the time, a cool -4 on a hot day. He’d told anyone who asked “you just wear some sunscreen and short pants, you’ll be fine.” The idea of short pants was unheard of on Doun. They didn’t ask a lot of questions after that.

The door to the captain’s office hissed open, and Danny stepped in.

“Sir, security chief Ducane reporting for briefing.” Danny stood at attention, the only thing out of place being the black ball cap he always wore. It clashed with his gray uniform but he didn’t care too much about that. The hat wasn’t negotiable.

Captain Nadh, a Mergal man, stood up to meet him. The Mergal were insectoid, with two main limbs at what would be his shoulders if he were human, and a set of sub arms tucked into his abdomen. His left main arm was missing, replaced with a chrome prosthetic. His legs bent backwards like a grasshopper’s, and his body was sectioned into three different parts like an ant’s. The Mergal standard uniform was a two piece wrap, one around the neck with his rank proudly shown, and another like a skirt or kilt around his waist.

“At ease. Good to meet you, Ducane. My name is Captain *sssccchhht* [Proper Noun: Pronounced; Skitch] You came highly recommended from your last CO, so I’m hoping your brought the same level of commitment to the Noah.”

“Aye aye sir.” The Captain’s base language was a bit hard to understand to human ears, what with the lack of lips in favor of a set of short mandibles, so the translation was a beat slower than normal. Danny didn’t mind too much.

“Allow me to be honest, Chief Ducane. I specifically asked for a human security chief on this mission. I know your people have only been part of the GAIL for a few decades, but human exploits are known across almost every system by now.”

The corner of Danny’s mouth twitched up, and he had to stifle a laugh.

“You hired me…because I’m a Deathworlder, sir?” Danny asked. Skitch laughed, a low pitched chittering sound.

“Takes one to know one Ducane. I’m Mergal, everything at home wants to eat me, the plants, the animals, other Mergal.” Skitch laughed again.

“I wanted a human. I hired you because your record, your training, and your personality profile all tell me you’d be the best fit. You’d have full control over your team, train them how you’d like, outfit them with the best gear we have available, I think you’d be very happy here.”

Danny took a beat, then smiled. “Happy to keep things quiet for you sir.”

“Very good. Dismissed.”

Danny turned back to the door.

“Oh, Ducane, before you go. I got your clearance for your…requested gear and personal kit. I’ll trust you, until proven otherwise, but are you certain the equipment you requested is necessary?”

“You were honest with me, boss, so I’ll be honest with you. I like it when things are quiet. But I’d be an idiot if I wasn’t ready for things to go loud.”

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Danny put his feet up on his new desk and let his head rest back against the chair. He hadn’t brought a lot of stuff on board, so ‘decorating’ his office hadn’t taken that long. Two photos, one of his parents and siblings with himself, the other of him with the other members in his old unit back in his army days.

Two family photos, he thought to himself, and smiled.

He’d already squared away his duffel and his foot locker in his quarters, so all that was left to do was meet his new team. He’d seen the 3 other humans that’d be on the Noah with him, but none of them were on the security force, so that meant the 10 other crew were all going to be non human.

2 teams of 5, he thought. That way one team can get some sleep while there’s still half on duty at all times.

Danny had never really considered himself a leader before, but never really a follower either. He’d always just been part of the pack, watching someone’s six while someone else watched his. It was going to be different leading the pack this time. But hey, Rangers lead the way, right?

This is gonna be fun, Danny thought as his team came through the doors.

“Everyone fall in! We got work to do.”

[usiel21]

Enid becomes President mysteriously.

Enid: And for the love of God don't let The First Lady near the nuclear football! Or so help me God none of you are getting a hug!

Secret Service: Yes Ma'am 1 hour later... Chief of Staff: Madame President all nuclear silos have been commandeered with each Warhead set to one set of co-ordinates! And we can't find the First Lady anywhere! Enid: But that... That's... THAT'S MY MOM'S HOUSE!

Enid: WEDNESDAY FRIDAY ADDAMS!!!

[tomorrowusa]

While perhaps it's too early to call it a "masterstroke", Joe Biden stepping aside for Kamala Harris will probably turn out much better than any Democrat would have predicted a month ago.

Kamala Harris will likely be the next president of the United States – and that’s overall good news if you care about democracy, justice and equality. Joe Biden’s decision on Sunday to bow out of the presidential race clears the path for the country to elect its first woman and first woman of color as president.

For people who need a historical reminder...

[M]ost people in this country typically choose the Democratic nominee for president over the Republican nominee time and time again. With the sole exception of 2004, in every presidential election since 1992, the Democratic nominee has won the popular vote (Biden bested Donald Trump by 7m votes in 2020).

Now for more recent events.

If, in fact, support for Democrats among people of color is the principal problem, then putting Harris at the top of the ticket is a master stroke. The enthusiasm for electing the first woman of color as president will likely be a thunderclap across the country that consolidates the support of voters of color, and, equally important, motivates them to turn out in large numbers at the polls, much as they did for Barack Obama in 2008. The challenge the party will face in November is holding the support of Democratic-leaning and other “gettable” whites, especially given the electorate’s tortured history in embracing supremely qualified female candidates such as Hillary Clinton and Stacey Abrams. (The primary difference between Abrams, who lost in Georgia, and Senator Raphael Warnock, who won, is gender.) Sexism, misogyny and sexist attitudes about who should be the leader of the free world are real and Democrats will have to work hard to address that challenge. One critical step to solidifying the Democratic base is for all political leaders to quickly and forcefully endorse and embrace Harris’s candidacy. Mathematically, it is likely – and certainly possible, if massive investments are made in getting out the vote of people of color and young people as soon as possible – that the gains for Democrats will offset any losses among whites worried about a woman (and one of color, no less) occupying the Oval Office and becoming our nation’s commander in chief.

We shouldn't forget that the VP's mom was born in India. A number of people in the growing South Asian community in the US who may not be especially interested in politics will be tempted to pause their disinterest and vote for Kamala. India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh have all had female prime ministers – so there's not exactly a taboo about women in power.

One way to measure enthusiasm for Kamala is to look at how much money is being raised by ActBlue. Not all the money ActBlue raises goes to the national ticket. I donated to a US Senate campaign in June via ActBlue. BUT the timing of recent donations leaves little doubt what the cause of the recent spike is.

For context, first some recent weekly totals (source)...

Week of June 30 through July 6 — $65,220,920

Week of July 7 through July 13 — $48,669,913

Week of July 14 through July 20 — $61,349,601

As of Noon today (CDT): Week of July 21 through July 27th — $150,042,360 and the third day of the week is just a little over half over. In the previous hour alone, roughly $2.44 million was raised.

These are small donations, not like the $45 million per month promised by multi-billionaire Elon Putz to Trump. So grassroots Dems are stoked and are out for a win.

ActBlue is fairly no-nonsense, it's not exactly Amazon in layout. So people are not drawn there by flashy graphics.

Kamala Harris — Donate via ActBlue

[ts19009]

Hong's Anatomy: Part 5

Pediatrician surgeon!  Joshua x pediatric surgeon!  Female Reader 

Synopsis: Coming to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital wasn’t on your bucket list, that’s for sure, but when you meet the head of your department, Joshua Hong, it's one of the only things that constantly brightens your day. 

Warnings: swearing, made up medical terms and procedures, i have no idea if any of this is medically accurate it’s just for story, flirting, no smut…yet?

Words: 3.2k

NOT EDITED, SO I MAY GO BACK AND EDIT LATER (teehee)

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You hated working in the pit. It was always hectic and a little too unorganized for your taste, but when a natural disaster hits, everyone is called down to the pit and unfortunately a tornado had just hit Seattle and being a level 1 trauma center that meant people were normally sent to Seattle Grace first. 

“Hannah Pitter, seventeen years old. Was found under a big piece of rubble. Three broken ribs, broken shoulder, right arm, and a major concussion.” Heesung said, wheeling in the crying seventeen year old girl. 

“I’ll take her,” Joshua said, quickly placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded and went to the next EMT. 

“Amanda Journey, Five years old, Dislocated shoulder and it looks like she has some burns from the fire.” 

“Where are her parents?” You asked, wheeling her into a curtained space. 

“I don’t know. There were thousands of people there, we tried to ask her to see if she recognized anybody, but she said that she didn’t,” Niki responded. This was not good. A five year old without their parents meant that treatment would be very restricted if anything went bad. 

“Well what happens if I have to do surgery on her and we don’t have her parent’s consent?” 

“You have to ask the Chief!” Niki shrugged, “I gotta get back there. Tell me how she turns out?” You nodded and started to get to work. The poor girl’s shoulder was sticking out and she was crying for both her mom and the amount of pain she was in. 

“Hi sweetie. I’m Doctor. L/N, I need you to sit really still for me, okay?” You smiled, while putting on a pair of gloved, getting ready to pop her shoulder back in place. You quickly grabbed a lollipop out of a drawer (the secret stash you put in there) and held it out to her. “If you’re really good after I help you, you can have another one, okay?” Amanda nodded and took the candy from you. 

“Okay ready? One.. Two.. Three..” You counted, before quickly popping her shoulder back in place. Amanda let out a little cry but you could tell that she was already starting to feel a lot better. “Good job Amanda! Thank you so much for being so good! I’m gonna get someone else in here to help you with the burns on your tummy and face now, but I’ll stay with you the entire time!” You reassured her. Jeonghan had been running around the pit the whole day and his hair was looking slightly chaotic, but he still had a big smile when talking to the five year old. 

“Hi, I’m Doctor Yoon,” Jeonghan smiled, “oh no, those look ouchy. Will you let me look at them?” 

Amanda cried and looked at you to almost ask for permission. You nodded and reached out for her to hold your hand. “Okay.”

Jeonghan smiled, “thank you Amanda. I’m gonna lift your shirt up a little and look at your tummy burns.” Amanda’s whole torso was practically melted off, and jus one look at the poor girls burns almos caused you to wince. As soon as Jeonghan saw her burns he started ordering off commands to the nurses to get some cold rags and to put in an order to the burn team. Poor Amanda would be here for a long time. As he nurses came in with cold rags, you knew his part was going to hurt so you went and grabbed a hold of Amanda’s hand while Jeonghan carefully and slowly put a few rags on the remaining skin she had left.

As soon as he rags came into contact with her skin she let out a blood curtling scream and really squeezed your hand. 

“Mandy!” An olderr old boy came running into the room, “oh my god. I’m Travis, her older brother. What happened to her?” 

“She got caught in the fire and has some prey antsy burns along with a dislocated shoulder. Would you like o hold ehr ahdn while we treat her?” You asked, as the young boy gulped, but nodded. He couldn’ be older than fifteen, where were their parents? Neither you or Jeonghan alked much as you worked on treating her burns and Vernon popped in put her shoulder back in place. 

“Our parents went across the street to go to the store for ten minutes and his happens,” Travis sobs, “do you know where they are?” Both you and Jeonghan looked at each other, a little surprised at his sudden outburst. 

“We haven’t heard anything about them yet, but I’ll ask around okay?” You treid to reassure, Travis nodded and wiped a few of his tears away .

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“Good news, Travis and Abigail’s parent’s are at Seattle Med. They don’t have any serious injuries, so they’ll be transported here,” Jeonghan smiled, hanging up the phone. 

“That’s a relief,” you sighed, “I hate seeing family’s seperated espically when it’s just the kids by themselves.” It was already about seven in the evening, so six hours into your shift and you haven’t seen Joshua since the first encounter in the pit. “Joshua’s been working late for this whole weekend. I feel like the only time I see him is the brief run ins.”

“Seungcheol asked him to pick up a few more surgeriues during the week because we lost Sana,” Jeonghan said, reminding you of the resident peds surgeon who transferred hospitals a couple weeks ago. “He’s having a hard time finding a replacement.” 

“I totally forgot about Sana leaving, man. Why are hey dropping like flies?” You asked, referring to the loss of San from Plastic’s, Jeongchan from OB, and Vivian from Ortho.

“New York just opened a new hospital and hey’re offering twice the pay, and a guaranteed sending position when they finish,” Joshua said, walking up beside you with a exhausted look on his face. “I don’t blame them for taking the offer, it’s just frustrating.” 

You nodded and wrapped an arm around his neck as he gave you a little side hug. 

“‘I’m done in twenty minutes, so I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee?” Joshua smiled, gesturing to Jeonghan as he nodded, “and you as well for date night?” 

“I expect you there at four, gotcha?” You nod, pressing a quick peck to his lips as he nodded this time. “Be safe!” You smiled as Joshua skipped his way to his office o grab his stuff and turned around to face Jeonghan. “Thank you for still walking with him. He was scared that you would hate him.” 

“I told you before, this isn’t the first time we’ve went for the same girl,” he chuckled, “There was this one girl back in highschool. Her name was Sophie, and both Josh and I were head over heels in love with her. She wasn’t a good person and strung boh of us along for our entire senior year, but at the end she ended up choosing me. Josh didn’t take that one very well, in fact, that was the most upset I’ve ever seen him. I only saw him once, only for him o cuss me out and then he went MIA the whole summer. We were roommates for college, so he had to turn up and talk to me eventually, but we overcame it. So I always remind myself, that if Shua overcame losing his first love, I can overcome losing you.” 

You blushed at his last confession, but shook it off pretty well, “Josh has bever mentioned a Sofie before?” 

“She wasn’t particularly amazing, she as just our friend all throughou highschool. It was us three in the science lab for lunch everyday for four years studying our anatomy. Sophie ended up becoming a surgeon in Berlin, so we all had that one common interest I suppose,” he chuckled again, “don’t take it personally that Shua hasn’t told you about her.”

“What happened to Sophie?” You asked, as you both approached he lunch room. 

“We dated for five years, engaged for two. I found out abou wo weeks before our wedding that she was cheating on me with our college professor,” he admitted, “you were one of the first people I’ve seriously thought about since Sophie.” 

“Well I’m honored,” you said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Thanks for being honest and vulnerable with me.”

Even though Jeonghan said not to take it personally that Joshua hasn’t mentioned his past partners and almost partners, it’s all you could think about. 

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“Have I told you that I’ve only ever had one boyfriend?” You said, watching Joshua from across the room, he looked up from cutting up some celery for dinner. “We met in senior year of highschool and dated for almost five years before we ended up breaking up. I found out two weeks before that he was going to move half way across the world and hadn’t even considered asking me to come with him.”

Joshua came and sat next to you, prompting you to continue. “He told me that I never would of come because of my residency, but I knew that he just wanted an out. It was messy and a lot words were said. I haven’t seen him since.” 

Joshua took a deep breath, it looked like he was contemplating talking. Sharing his story, but he didn’t. 

You were disappointed, and hurt that he wouldn’t tell you about Sophie, but you weren’t going to push it out of him. 

“Why haven’t you gone on any more partners since him?” Joshua asked, holding your hand. 

“I’ve been on dates with others, but none of them understood the emotional baggage that I’ve happen at work. The longest time I’ve ‘seen’ a person is three dates, but then he told me that I was too messed up,” you chuckled, “as have most of the rest. They said it nicer of course.” 

“I’m sorry,” he empathasized, “no one should ever be treated like that.” You smiled and let him press a few kisses on your hand. “One second,” he quickly said, running to the oven to check the casserole. 

The tension in the room was a little thick, but Joshua came back and took a deep breather before speaking, “my first year of being an being an attending, I was in LA for a year, I was really focused on work and everything, but there was a nurse named Larissa, she asked me on a date. I only went on one date with her. A month after Larissa, I went on a date with a girl I met online, it only lasted three weeks, and then a few months later I dated a girl named Jaehun for a little over four months.” 

He still wasn’t talking about Sophie, well technically he never dated her, but he was in love with her. 

Dinner tasted really good, but it was pretty silent. After dinner, you and Joshua were on the couch watching television, when he paused the t.v. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you lied, but Joshua could tell something else was off.

“Did I do something wrong?” You sighed, and turned to face him. 

“No Joshua, I’m just tired,” you hissed. Joshua sighed, but nodded and started the t.v again, not wanting to either upset you or push you further. After the night had ended and you were starting up put your coat and shoes on is when he said something again. 

“Did Jeonghan tell you about Sophie?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe. You looked up at him, surprised that he figured out what was bothering you. 

“He did yeah,” you sighed, putting your hands in your pockets, “he told me that you were in love with her throughout all of highschool. How do you think it feels to find out about your boyfriends first love through his best friend?” 

“What about you? You just told me about your boyfriend? And I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to tell you about something that put me in such an awful spot in my life. Hell it still does,”  he spat. 

“At least I told you about him, you didn’t have to hear it from someone else, and why can’t you talk about it now Joshua? Are you still not over her? Do you still love her? It’s been ten years, you would think you’d be over her?” You cried, shaking your head and wrapping your hands around yourself. Joshua just scoffed and pushed himself off the door. 

“I’m not talking about this with you right now,” he sighed. 

“No, we’re adults in a relationship. Let’s talk about this,” you scoffed. 

“No, because if we talk about this I’m going to say something I regret and I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he said, opening the door for you. 

“Are you kicking me out?” You asked, looking up at him in disbelief. Joshua didn’t look you in your eyes as you scoffed again and stomped out of his apartment. 

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“What do you mean you can’t come in today?” Joshua asked over the phone, “you were fine last night and we have two major surgeries today?” 

“I’m taking a personal day,” you sighed, annoyed that Seungcheol made you talk to Joshua instead of just giving you the day off. 

“Y/N,” Joshua warned, “is this about our fight last night?” 

“Can I have the day or not Joshua?” 

Joshua sighed, but reluctantly agreed. “See you tomorrow then.” As soon as you hung up the phone Joshua sighed, and pulled out his tablet, trying to rearrange the day to fit your surgeries in. 

“Where’ Y/N?” Jeonghan asked, patting Joshua on the back. 

“She’s taking a personal day,” he said, not looking up from his tablet. Jeonghan scoffed. 

“Date night didn’t go as planned?” The lack of response was enough for him to wince. “Yikes, I’m sorry Shua.” 

“Why did you tell her about Sophie?” Joshua scoffed, “that wasn’t you place to tell her.” 

“I didn’t mean for you guys to get into a fight about it,” Jeonghan defended, “but she should of known.”

“What did you think was going to happen Han?” Joshua said, finally looking up from his tablet. “I know that you didn’t mean any harm, but it was none of your business to tell her and you need to stay out of our relationship.” 

“Shua…” Jeonghan tried to say, but Joshua put his tablet down and walked away to check in on his first patient. 

“Simone Hallwer, eleven years old. Her mother brought her in because she kept fainting and started to develop a lump on her forehead,” Amelia, Joshua’s other intern, explained, as Joshua smiled and sat next to her. “She was brought in two days ago and she has a brain tumor. We’re going to go in today and try and remove the tumor.” 

Joshua smiled and nodded, “how did you sleep last night Simone?” 

Simone smiled, but hid her face into her blanket, clearly she was very shy around Joshua. Amelia told Joshua that she thinks Simone has a crush on Joshua. 

“She slept right through the night perfectly, right Simone?” Her mother chuckled, as Simone nodded. “When is she scheduled for surgery Doctor Hong?” 

“She’s next in line, so give or take fourty minutes to an hour,” Joshua smiled, “so we’ll come to take her soon.” Simone’s mom smiled and thanked him before Joshua left. Wonwoo would be in the operating room to also perform the surgery, but Neruosurgery was always his least favorite operation. 

By the time that Simone was in the operating room, Joshua was on edge. 

“Are you okay dude?” Wonwoo asked, breaking Joshua out of his mind. 

“Uh, yeah, why?” 

“You’ve been washing your hands for seven minutes and I’ve been trying to talk to you for five of those minutes,” Wonwoo chuckled, “if you’re not in the right headspace, maybe you should step out?” 

“No, I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. I love you man, but I hate doing Neurosurgeries,” Joshua said, finally turning off the tap. 

“Okay, but if it happens again, I’ll have to kick you out,” Wonwoo warned, Joshua nodded in agreement. He was aware of the protocols, but he really wanted to be there for Simone. 

As soon as they both entered, they got started immediately. Joshua made a small incision in the skin and a small opening in the skull then the navigation, operated by Wonwoo, moved the tubular retractor gently though the white matter of the brain to gain access to the tumor. Joshua took over from Wonwoo to make sure that they retractor would hold the area open, while Wonwoo started cutting the tumor off. 

“Suction!” Wonwoo said, as the monitors starting going off a bit more. “Joshua! I need your help here! Marley, you stary with the retractors.” Joshua nodded, and let Wonwoo’s intern take over the machiene as he stepped beside Wonwoo too see a massive brain bleed. 

“Where is it?” Joshua asked, looking frantically for the cause of the bleed. 

“Right below the cut, you need to cut by the occipital lobe,” Joshua nodded, and got the drill from the table and felt around for a second and located the bleed. 

“Drilling now!” He said, letting out a wince when the drill started to whirl. As soon as he had made it past the bone, he stopped and shined a light down. “Lap pads!” 

Rose quickly handed him some lap pads for him to clean up the fluids leaking out of the skill. 

“Shit, it’s not working,” Wonwoo said, looking around and trying to figure out what else he could do. Joshua stepped back, getting pretty overwhelmed and watched Wonwoo try to save Simone’s brain, but by the time that he had come back to earth, it was too late. 

“Time of death, 8:48.” Wonwoo said, throwing his head back in frustration. “What the hell Joshua?” 

“What?” Joshua asked, taken aback with Wonwoo’s tone. 

“You didn’t drill the hole in the right place, you caused another brain bleed. You were distracted and drilled a hole into this poor girls head when you didn’t need to,” he said, pointing to Simone. “You get to go tell her mother that she’s gone,” Wonwoo spat, walking out of the OR. 

Great another thing to add to Joshua’s day. 

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“I’m so sorry,” Joshua apologized to Simone’s mother, as she started crying. “If there is anything we can do to help please let us know.” 

“This is your fault!” Simone’s mother spat, wiping her tears with one hand and pointing a finger at Joshua with the other. “You were supposed to save her, you said that we shouldn’t do chemo and that this would be safer!” 

“Ma’am,” One of the female nurses cooed, coming up to try and calm her down. 

“No, my baby is gone because of this idiot Doctor!” She cried as Joshua, just winced and nodded his head. He had gone through this, unfortunately, hundred of times. 

“If you would like to talk to some counclors, we have programs right here at the hospital…” he said, but was cut off. 

“No, I don’t want councelling. I want you gone from this hospital! I will be talking to my lawyers!” She spat one last time before leaving the waiting room. Joshua sighed and threw his head back. This was always the worst part of the job, no matter what reaction the parents/caregivers have. 

And the worst part was, this was only his first surgery of the day. 

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A/N: Hey yall, sorry for taking so long for this update. I had a little bit of a writers block/life got really busy for me. But I finally had a little bit of a break, so I sat down and cranked out this chapter in a day and a half. We're building up the angst, because I have big plans for the happy couple, so sit tight and thank you so much for reading and leaving all the sweet comments/reblogs! Love you!

TS19009

[rosemarybunnie]

AHHHH sorry ive been so busy! Just got to see my mom for the first time in half a year and christmas had me running around like a chicken without a head 😭😭 heres the Savanaclaw boys Genshin edition!

Leona just might be the laziest yet the most cunning member of the Children of Echoes! Hardly a time the other members of the tribe dont see him lounging about on the surface, soaking in the sun! Yet he somehow always stays on point with his work and skills.

I thought Geo suited him perfectly and was the closest reference to his unique magic as a vision! And Polearm because its similar to the main choice of weapon in the Sunset Savannah ! I dont imagine hes related to the chief or anything but perhaps his family is a long line of warriors who have held ancient names of especially famous fighters but Leona perhaps didnt get one? So hes ostracized from his family despite his hard work and dedication growing up. I like to think he actually gives Kachina tips on her training, part of him is jealous that she has an ancient name yet is so meek but he sees how people treat her regardless and grows a soft spot for her!

Also totally hangs out with Xilonen, its the law now, they have to be besties. I wrote somewhere (where ever those notes are please return to me 😭😭) that if Mualani thinks hes being too rough and mean eith Kachina that she'll dump water on him- good luck Leona!

RUGGIE

GUYS I CANT WAAAIIITTT TO DRAW HIS DESIGN. Somehow the one I'm most excited for (aside from Vil's 👀) he just looks so cute 😭🥰

Ruggie i made a member of the Scions of the Canopy! It feels pretty fitting in my opinion? Theyre all about thrills and action over there, Id imagine Ruggies slick nature and jack of all trades talent would be perfect for them!

Hes pretty easy going but that doesnt mean he wont try to swindle a traveller or two for some money or food while they travel to the city- ah but leave it to Kinich! He'll make sure to set him straight whether he likes it or not. Those two grew up together after all! Now i wasnt sure why, but Pyro sword felt perfect for him! Does he have an ancient name? I havent decided yet, if he does itd make for an interesting dynamic between him and Leona? 🤔 If he didnt then theyd both be two pouty babies about it XD

Regardless I love him so much-

Lastly, Jack! Who if you mightve noticed ISNT from Natlan! Instead I chose to reference his childhood home (didnt do that for everyone ofc- but its fine-) and I made him from Snezchnaya instead!

Oh and yes, he is a fatui member! He resides under Capitanos command though which is how he finds himself in Natlan for the mean time! The Captain's Blood Hound is what they call him amongst the troops. Fiercely loyal and strong to boot! No matter what Capitano chooses to do with his mission, if he sticks to the Tsaritsa or trades sides for his homeland, Jack will follow him without a moments hesitation. Definitely a soldier the others look up to! Some say theyve seen him spar almost on the same level as a certain Harbinger near the same age as him! Or that he is long time friends with the late La Signora's right hand, Vil (*wink wink* just a small sneak there for you guys to look forward to-)

Safe to say he quickly becomes a legend among the regular fatui soldiers. Same as Ruggie, I went with a vibe and his vibe said Cryo Claymore! Claymore for such an obvious reason- cryo itself tends to be in relation to family and loyalty (if you squint-) so it clicked in my brain, it could add to possible backstory you might hear whenever i get to his final copy!

Let me know what you guys think! Im sorry ive been gone so long 😭 ill try to post the next doodle set in the next few days to make up for it! And currently as final copies go, theyre gonna take much longer to do since theyre my complete artstyle and ive also decided i hate myself enough to attempt designing personal weapons as well! Currently ive completed Ace and Deuce is 70% finished, i just have to finish coloring him. It will only be flats color, rendering would take even longer- but this way if there are any other artists who wanna do fanart they could color drop the flat colors perfectly! (Or wing it, i dont mind either way-) As soon as the doodles are all posted ill start bringing in the final versions for you guys!

[marymary-diva17]

A marriage of peace & political (2)

Zuko x water tribe reader x male mai + others

Many years had gone by since you left your home and become a wife, it had been so long since you had seen your family and everyone else. No words or visit had taken place between them with you, at first it had broken your heart but you soon came to terms with everything. There was some distance between yourself and southern water tribe, that had grown over the years since the last time they saw you. Over the years you had changed into the person you had become now these days. 

Y/n " ........" you are the on the dock of the fire nation ship moving on the ocean, you were looking out on the landscape surrounding you. 

Fire nation solder " my lady y/n we are not that far from the South Pole"

Y/n " thank you for the report please make sure everything will be ready to be unloaded"

Fire nation soldier " yes my lady" it had been so long but you were finally going home, not for a home coming but for help. As some tension had risen and issue had risen for water and earth kingdom, Among themselves and some tension with the fire nation as well.

????? " mom" you soon had a smile show up on your face, as you looked to see your four sons standing there. 

Y/n " hello my sons" you soon walked toward your children, all of your dressed for the cold climate. 

Y/n " Muko, Izo, and Uze, Zoja I thought you boys will be inside with everyone else"

Muko " we were going to stay inside but we came to see how you were doing"

Y/n " I'm doing well it has been so long since I been here"

Izo " that good to hear mother"

Y/n " I'm guessing your fathers had asked you all to come on the trip with me to make sure I'm okay"

Uze " yes as it seems like they don't like your family and their friends that much, and one of them the avatar ... so sad on how he failed to keep his oath"

Zoja " even after this marriage it seems like chief hakoda has failed to keep his rule in line, as well so has his children the only one who has been successful if you mother" 

Muko " mother we don't wish to be rude we have here for two reasons to keep our family safe and to see your home and all the culture you talked about"

Izo " yes it going to be a good trip"

Y/n " I'm happy to hear that boys" Muko and Izo are fire-benders like zuko and have his personality and inherit his looks as well. While Uze and zojia didn't have any bending abilities but picked up their father Mao talent for daggers and looked and act ike him. 

Y/n " I know you kids will be able to find some fun in this place and one we are done here we can go see the rest of our family on ember inland" 

The boys " yes mother" The children had become your pride and joy over the years, the boys and their fathers always found ways to make you happy. 

Uze " mother" Uze was Ponting at something and you soon saw it the South Pole it has been so long since you been home, even due it had changed it was still your home a bright smile grows on your face. 

Y/n " welcome to the South Pole my children" The fire nation ship soon stopped the ship at the dock the walk way had bene dropped, as you and had gotten off with your children. To see water nation soldiers waiting there as well it seems like they were apart of the escort to the palace and into the village. 

Water nation solder " hello lady y/n we have been order by your father and brother to escort you to the palace and inside the village" 

Y/n " thank you I will also be bring my guards as well under the commands of my husbands" 

Water nation soldier " yes that can happen we all take you and your party right now if you wish" 

Y/n " yes please" the Group soon left the docks the suppiles will follow later on as you soon walked inside the village, you had been greeted by cheers and music. It seems like everyone had come to see the arrival from you water and earth kingdom civilians and soldiers are here. The were people waving to you and you waved or smiled back, after a while you soon reached the palace. 

Muko " well we are here it time to show them what you can do" 

Y/n " thank you my child" 

Water nation guard " up these steps everyone else is in there my lady and it good to have you home" 

Y/n" thank you and it good to be home" you and eveyrone soon walked up the steps as the door opened and soon more cheering and music had been heard from behind you and in front of you. 

Squire " I announced the arrival of lady y/n the princess of the fire nation and lady of the southern water tribe daughter of hakoda and kay, and sister to sokka and katara " you soon made you way towards the front where all the important people are standing you soon saw your father and siblings, along with everyone else. 

Y/n " chief hakoda hello it good to see you again and everyone else it has been go long" hakoda had smiled and soon made his way towards you. 

Hakoda " welcome home my daughter I have missed you it been to long but it good to have you home" 

Y/n " yes it" 

Sokka " welcome back sister" 

Y/n " hello sokka" 

Katara " y/n I'm happy to have my sister home" 

Y/n " hello katara ... hello to you as well aang and top it good to see you all are doing well" 

Toph " hello snow princess I have missed you" 

Aang " hello y/n I have heard about the great things you have done I and nomads ow you thank for helping us restore the air temples" 

Y/n " you are welcome" 

Hakoda " I hope your remember all our old friends as well they have come here for the meeting" 

Y/n " hello everyone" 

Toph " are zuko and Mao coming along with iroh"

Y/n " they will be coming later on I and my company came first" 

Bato " speaking of your company who are these four young man with you today they seem young warriors in the making" 

Muko " we are the children of princess y/n of the fire nation and lady y/n of southern water tribe the sons of her husband and future heir of the fire nation" The room had fallen silent after muko had said that and bowed soon his three brother had followed suit. 

Sokka " okay I must not be hearing right or the music got to me but did he say he your son" 

Y/n " yes he my son all four of them are my sons" 

Sokka " wow I can't believe I have nephews" 

Katara " it so wonderful to meet you four" 

Izo " it good to meet you as well" 

Hakoda " I can't believe I'm a grandfather why haven't I been told ahead of time" 

Y/n " I have sent word but it seems like letter were never received or read" 

Hakoda " well we can find a solution later I'm happy you are home and my grandsons are here as well" 

Sokka " family hug" 

Uze " I don't do hugs" 

Toph " hey I like this one" 

Uze " your toph I heard great stuff about you from my mother and great uncle respect" 

Toph " thank you" 

Y/n " we can talk later and have time to get to know each other or caught up, we should get to the meeting I'm right to sokka time line" 

Sokka " you still know me well sister" you had nodded your head as the meeting will be starting soon but you know during their time here it was going to challenges for you, as now you will be dealing with your family and the others. As life was not the same anymore, you were going to do you best while you were here and not let the last control that much.

[traumacatholic]

please pray for me, I graduate high school in 9 days (June 20th) and I'm really scared of change. to boot, my mom and stepdad broke up, and my brother is moving out in 3 months as well as my stepdad. I'm trying to trust that God is putting me on the correct path, but I can't help but feel like I'm hurtling towards something terrible.

Of course! I think some prayers that you might find helpful to pray each day until your graduation are:

This prayer to accept God's Will:

Lord, I know not what to ask of Thee. Thou alone knowest my true needs. Thou lovest me more than I myself know how to love. Help me to see my needs that are concealed from me. I dare not ask for a cross nor consolation; wherefore I only wait upon Thee. My heart is open unto Thee. Visit and help me, according to Thy great mercy. Strike me down and heal me; cast me down and raise me up. In silence I worship Thy holy will and Thine unsearchable ways. I offer myself as a sacrifice unto Thee. I have no other desire than to fulfill Thy holy will. Teach me to pray, and pray Thou Thyself in me. Amen.

This prayer for the protection of Saint Michael the Archangel:

St. Michael the Archangel,  defend us in battle.  Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.  May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,  and do thou,  O Prince of the heavenly hosts,  by the power of God,  thrust into hell Satan,  and all the evil spirits,  who prowl about the world  seeking the ruin of souls. Amen. O glorious prince St. Michael,  chief and commander of the heavenly hosts,  guardian of souls, vanquisher of rebel spirits,  servant in the house of the Divine King and our admirable conductor,  you who shine with excellence and superhuman virtue deliver us from all evil, who turn to you with confidence and enable us by your gracious protection to serve God more and more faithfully every day.

This prayer in time of need:

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom. Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

If you're not able to say them each day, that's okay too. Even praying them just once will be immensely beneficial for you!

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

A Freak and a Basket Case— The “Seven Inches of Satanic Panic” Edition

An Eddie Munson x OC Fanfic

The good lord (me) intended this to be an OC x Eddie fanfic, and by god, that’s what y’all are getting from here on. The original reader insert series will be discontinued for now, unless I really get the urge to go back and revisit it.

For now, just enjoy what I originally wanted. Which was over 3,000 words of self indulgent OC fanfic to help me get past these dark times. Life is too short to worry about being cringy.

Warnings: period typical racism, swearing, mentions of suicide, mentions of abuse (more tags to be added as the story progresses).

Divider by: @strangergraphics-archive

Pairings: Eddie Munson x OC

Word Count: 4,088 words

[Next Chapter] — [Master List]

Chapter One - Don’t Talk to Strangers

“I'm danger, I'm the stranger.

And I, I'm darkness, I'm anger, I'm pain…”

Hawkins, Indiana was going to be hell on earth. Of that, Alejandra Perea was certain.

She didn’t want to move here in the first place. This whole situation was horseshit. Spur of the moment pendejadas from the family matriarch in command of a newly formed triad where there had once been a quartet. Leaving everything behind, even if it meant new and exciting things on the horizon, it wasn’t necessary. The family did not need a fresh start over in a new state.

No, what everyone needed to do was to start looking harder. She could still remember the advice given to her nearly a year ago, as it was the only solid and reliable advice she had received at the time. Expand the search area, but make sure at least one person stays at the home base. Keep the name in the media as much as possible, even if it meant taking out another loan to buy airtime on the radio stations locally. Question everything. Look for abnormalities, and above all: report, report, report!

Doing something was better than doing nothing, and if Alejandra’s family was any kind of concerned, they would be more aware of the rampant corruption and blatant conspiracy afoot throughout this whole situation. She could see the truth laid out in front of her, especially when there was a way to physically connect the dots. Soon she’d need another Big Chief Tablet to jot down her notes, and since the one sad little general store in town didn’t even have what she needed, the lack of consistency and the unfamiliar stationery was already making her panic.

So instead of playing pretend— telling herself that she would bide her time until she could find a way back home— Alejandra decided she was going to do what she did best when she wasn’t listened to: shut out the entire world, and focus her attention inward as her plan formulated.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer…

“Sit up right, huevona! You’re going to mark my seats.”

Reluctantly, Alejandra slid her feet off the tan leather bucket seat, hoping that the battered treads of her Chucks left marks. Instead of facing her mother’s lecture, Alejandra spent the morning commute looking out the window with a scowl. She wanted to be anywhere but here. This podunk midwestern vibe was horrible. Unfamiliar. A hostile environment of mostly blue collar workers that could sniff out even the most light skinned Latina in a crowded room. Like a petulant child, she kept her thick framed glasses smudged with the oil from her cheeks. Just so she wouldn’t have to actually see Hawkins.

Her mother – Carla Perea– obviously noticed the scowl, and she sighed deeply before trying to speak again.

“I know you’re not happy, but this is a new start for us. Try to make the best of it, huh?”

Alejandra kicked at her blue Jansport backpack.

“And why couldn’t we just have moved somewhere else in New Mexico?! Chingao, you didn’t even think about it, you just put your finger on the map and ya!”

“Watch your mouth, Alejandra.” mom snapped, “And stop with that mocho talk! You know it wasn’t just putting a finger and ya. We needed a fresh start, and Hawkins was the best choice we could make. It wasn’t as impulsive as you make it out to be, it’s what’s best for all three of us.”

“And what the hell about dad?!” Alejandra demanded. “Huh?! How the shit are you honoring your marriage vows by just abandoning him like that?! Better or for worse my fucking asshole!”

Her mother's eyes narrowed as she drove. Obviously her daughter’s backtalk had hit a raw nerve. One of Alejandra’s new found talents was shit talking, the same venomous spitting that only cobras in certain parts of Africa and Asia had mastered. It had only been a year and some change since she’d honed the skill, but this kind of irate wit was too well honed for it to be new.

This talent had been latent. As if waiting for the perfect opportunity…

“What’s done is done.” Carla hissed, knuckles going from tawny brown to white grip, tightening her hold on the steering wheel.

“It’s been over a year, it’s time to accept he’s not coming back. Basta!”

“Bullshit…” Alejandra hissed.

And she would have kept going, if not for Carla deciding that morning to wear her leather belt around the waistline of her denim dress. And not just any belt. Oh no… It was the thick one with the sterling silver Gary Reeves buckle.

The thing about Gary Reeves: his silver work conchos with the fine needlepoint lines hurt like a motherfucker. Especially if there weren't any soft turquoise chunks on the front to cushion your ass from a chingazo. Alejandra wasn’t wearing the right kind of clothes for a fight, anyway. Months of trial and error taught her that her Wrangler culottes – along with a paperback copy of Heretics of Dune tucked in the back pocket– were the only acceptable armor if she wanted to talk shit back to her mother.

So instead of pushing her luck, Alejandra quietly resigned herself to her repetition. Unwilling and unmotivated to start a battle, when her mother was armed and willing to pull off into a Hawkins public parking lot to humiliate them both.

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

The Dodge Aspen continued down the unfamiliar streets at a snail’s crawl. Cars boxed them into the single lane going down Cherry Street towards the cluster of schools. Even though the realtor had boasted about the house’s proximity to the finest education in Roane County, the motorists of Hawkins, Indiana managed to turn a ten-minute drive into almost forty-five minutes. Luckily, Carla had anticipated this.

By five thirty that morning, mom was already blasting a mixtape of los classicos, banging on Alejandra’s bedroom door and setting off the barking of the family’s two dogs. Tiffany had almost tripped Alejandra in the bathroom, both dog and girl yelping as Alejandra stumbled and nearly smacked her head on the counter. Scruffy had refused to go outside into the dog run, so everyone stopped what they were doing and aided in chasing him out the back door into the yard with Tiffany at his heels.

And then that darned cat…

Unruly and orange Ripley had puked all over Jaime’s work pants, while he screamed at Alejandra to help him find another pair in his mess of a room. Useless from years of mi hito syndrome, he complained when his sister refused vehemently to take time from blow drying her curls to iron his creases. They’d gotten into a screaming match, until Carla finally conceded to do it for her son to “keep the peace”.

It had been a shitshow of a morning, an omen of things to come.

Carla blasted the horn at a green Gaucho with a white stripe that nearly sideswiped her, the dented vehicle trying to cut in front of their sedan into the lane and nearly taking out a couple of other cars with it.

“Pinches babosos!” Carla growled under her breath.

Alejandra was too pissed off to laugh.

The two women stayed in silence for some time, until at last Alejandra spoke up.

“You couldn’t have picked somewhere with raza at least? Like California?” she muttered, watching the faces of a group of younger teens crossing on bikes at the light.

“I’m light skinned, and I bet I’m the darkest one at school… A la chingada mujer.”

“What does it matter if there’s no raza here?!” Carla demanded, pounding her fist on the tan leather of the middle console, “Get over it. There’s no way we could have managed in California. I’m not going to kill myself working three jobs with your tios in Lynwood!”

“Enserio, mom?! You waited until right at the start of senior year, you didn’t want to wait?” Alejandra whined.

“Wait for what? Wait for you to fail another year in Pojoaque?!” Carla hissed, clearly fed up with her daughter’s bullshit, “I’m not waiting on you to pull your head out from your ass. So shut your mouth, and quit complaining or I will pull this car over. I swear to God.”

Alejandra shut her mouth. She tucked herself into the side of the passenger door with arms crossed, laying her head on the cool glass of the window and curtaining her teary brown eyes with her dark hair.

What could she say back to that?

Her mother was right. A reminder that she was a failure wasn’t necessary. The reminders of lost scholarships and a tanked GPA would follow her the rest of her life. And sometimes, if Alejandra pressed hard enough on the backs of her thighs, she could still feel the sting from the welts she’d gotten for failing senior year back at Pojoaque High School.

This change was stupid. A lot had changed in the past year. Too many things.

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

The reasonably happy, vibrant teenage girl that her mother knew was gone. Instead she was replaced by a bitter, angry young adult at eighteen years of age that had her innocence ripped away too young. Alejandra was now compulsive in her actions. Self-soothing in the oddest ways as old, pre-established habits became worse or new symptoms developed.

Pacing up and down the hallway listening to music on full blast was not anything new, chewing on the cuffs of her clothes or on the floss of her friendship bracelets was. As was the rebellion of dyeing all of her clothes some shade of black or gray. Carla had lost her mind when she saw all of the blouses, skirts, and Gunne Sax dresses had been dyed one weekend. It had taken hours to get the stains out of the washer and out of the bathtub at the old apartment back in New Mexico. Chalk that up to another lesson from the Gary Reeves belt.

And then she started failing all of her classes…

Much like any child, Alejandra had always been a bit of a space case. Living half in her imagination and reading weird books, or bothering her parents with second hand anecdotes of aliens and weird monsters. Like any other student, she wanted to spend her afternoons at play rather than at the family dinner table doing homework. Yet that had all been innocent fun. Science fiction books and fairy movies did not a troubled teen make, but lately that vivid imagination was shrouded in grimdark. She read gory novels of true crime and abductions, of both the supernatural and natural genre, rather than bothering with anything like cracking open a chemistry book or meeting her tutor at the library for help with remedial math.

Obsessive thoughts, spiteful biting comments, obsessions with dark media, lashing out and isolating away from everyone… This was not normal. This was not Alejandra Perea’s normal. To everyone else, it wasn’t like her not to care about things.

But she did care. Just not about the things everyone else thought was important.

She currently cared only about two things: the death of Frank Herbert, and Hector Filemón Perea.

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration…

“Mija, I know this isn’t ideal. But you’re strong. You’re going to do fine. Just please… Please try to make the best of this situation. Do it for me, huh?”

The scenery of green trees scattered among the brick-and-mortar buildings of Hawkins held no interest for Alejandra as she ignored her mother. Normally, she would have been captivated by all the greenery. Save for a few day trips to the Jemez Mountains, Alejandra had spent the majority of her life staring at the same desert scrub brush, sand wastes, clay mountains, and adobe houses. Along the road, there were trees and quaint little homes painted daisy yellow, gray white, or the occasional brick and mortar Georgian style home if the occupants were wealthy.

Not one person had the familiar mud brick walls or coyote fencing made of latillas and bailing wire.

Hawkins had boasted four seasons, farmlands with adorable animals, and that unique charm only available in a majority blue collar midwestern town. New Mexico had maybe three seasons and pissed off raza, but she would have given up four seasons and Midwestern charm for the sand and red clay mountains any day. New Mexico was closer to what was important.

New Mexico was closer to dad…

It only got worse as the car approached the high school. Carla pulled into the drop lane; the car still idle as she stared her daughter down with a hard gaze.

Absolutely no move was made to exit the vehicle despite the impatience of the cars behind them. Alejandra stared at the collective student body of Hawkins High with disdain, downright disgust even. As if she would rather swallow glass than get out of the Dodge. She began chewing on the sleeve of her large jacket, already beads of sweat were forming on her forehead from the balmy morning with high humidity.

“Stop chewing on it, you mensa, you’re going to ruin the sleeve!” Carla barked, swatting her daughter’s hand.

Alejandra moved the cuff away from her mouth but said nothing. Instead, she focused on fishing in the pocket of her oversized jacket for her one escape that didn’t have wheels. She produced a battered Walkman with a scratch and sniff sticker on the back. After opening the tape deck, she rooted through the various jewel cases of cassettes in her Igloo Playmate, yanking out a well loved tape from the depths and popping it in.

She pressed play. The volume was turned up so high that her mother scowled when she heard what was blasting from the orange foam speakers of the headphones.

“Come on mija, you couldn’t pick something happier for your first day?”

“Nope.” Alejandra growled, pushing the Walkman into her jacket pocket, “I’m not picking shit else. I’m going to play this fucking tape so loud, that everyone is going to stay far the fuck away from me. Fuck these people, and fuck you too.”

Despite her mother’s sputtering protests and grabbing hands she unbuckled herself, threw open the car door, slung the backpack over her shoulder, and slammed the car door on the way out as she ran towards the double doors.

Not even a whole minute had passed, and already Alejandra was making enemies out of the preppy crowd of Hawkins High. Stomping her way through throngs of students to the front office, she bumped the shoulders of anyone who got in her way, nearly sending some lanky string bean of a freshman flying into his little group of friends.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, frigid bitch!”

She barely heard him over the music, but she did catch the insult.

Who cares? Kick rocks. Kiss my ass. Fuck yourself with a bent tire iron, you little fucking twerp.

I will face my fear… I will permit it to pass over me and through me…

She hoped the coordination of the day would repel everyone too, not just her shitty attitude. Unlike everyone else who had set up their first day back ensembles with care the night before, Alejandra threw whatever she had on hand on. That morning she came to school in a black cardigan layered over top a gray linen dress, black tights layered with dirty socks, beat up Chuck Taylors that had been everywhere from White Sands to TRC, and her dark brown curls straightened with her trusty Gillette Supermax, sprayed in place with a liberal amount of Aquanet. The piece de resistance was the jacket. Even though it was the end of August, she wore a large Carhartt jacket covered in kitschy buttons and patches. Even in the hottest months of the year, that damn thing never came off.

“What are you wearing that jacket for?” asked the school admin assistant, in lieu of a good morning.

Alejandra shrugged noncommittally as she removed her headphones. She stood awkwardly in the front office, and was about to say some smart ass remark when the admin’s hard stare stopped her sharp tongue short.

“... you’re going to boil alive before lunch…” muttered the admin, fanning her neck with a manilla folder, “Heavens to Betsy, I’m sweating just looking at you!”

“... I’m a new student. May I have my school schedule, please…?” Alejandra grunted.

“Ah.” nodded the admin, pulling open one of the drawers on her filing cabinet, “Name?”

“Alejandra Perea…”

“There’s no one here by that name. I only see an Alexandra Pera here.”

Alejandra winced.

Are you fucking kidding me, bitch? Where on my fucking birth certificate did it ever say fucking “Alexandra”?! And how in the hell is “Perea” too difficult for you to say?!

“Yeah… That’s me.” she admitted, then couldn’t help herself, “Alexandra Perea.”

The admin stared down from her imposing cherry wood desk, eyes laser focused at Alejandra from over the top of her large bifocals. Evidently, she did not appreciate being corrected.

“Young lady…” snapped the admin, tapping her eggplant colored nails against a file folder, “We do not tolerate troublemakers at this school. I suggest you quit playing your little games, and say your name correctly when asked. Is that clear?”

Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you-...

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am…” Alejandra muttered, looking at her shoes as she took the class schedule and locker assignment from the admin.

The headphones went back on as soon as the admin was done talking. That poor Walkman was blasting so loud, everyone else in the hallway was forced to listen in on James Hetfield’s vocals. That fucking bitch of an admin pissed Alejandra off so much, she could not help but lunge at and startle a few innocent girls in pastel color culottes as they passed by. It was her one line of defense; to deter the general populace of Hawkins High, she had decided to be a goddamned menace to anyone who could not give her a detention.

It was unfortunate really, because no matter how hard Alejandra tried to deter everyone away, it took her ten minutes to realize that Hawkins High– home of the Tigers– had fangs that could snap even the most ironclad of wills in half.

She was drastically underprepared for the high schooler’s reception to her take no shit attitude. One big dude in a letterman that she shoulder checked did not hesitate. He checked her right back, right into the tan lockers lining the halls. The resounding crash of her body colliding with metal was loud and embarrassing, causing a few passing members of the pep squad to point and laugh. As they passed they said hateful, evil, ignorant shit, screaming it into Alejandra’s ear while yanking her headphones off. They wanted her to hear everything. One even yelled out a slur.

All the hate caught her off guard, and she almost checked someone else by accident.

“Watch where you’re going, fucking gap tooth bitch!”

A foot flashed out from some wastoid and sent Alejandra toppling. She would have hit the floor and broken her glasses, had not her oversized jacket caught on the door handle to the girl’s bathroom. She hung there for a few seconds, and felt everyone’s eyes on her. Ugly peals of laughter followed. Her face turned crimson.

I will permit my fear… no… I will allow… No! I… I will permit my fear to pass over me and… and through me…?

It was fucking humiliating. She wanted everyone to go away and leave her alone. Yet in her hubris and rebellion, the attempts at being a badass only ended up attracting every kind of attention she did not want.

Pulling herself off the handle, she immediately threw open the door and hid in the girl’s bathroom. Pushing past a girl in a blue gingham sundress and a strawberry blonde side ponytail, she ran for the nearest empty stall to lock herself in. The tears could not wait until she was sure the bathroom was empty. Loud and uncontrolled sobs began to emit from her throat, the noises so awkward she did not hear the whispers of the other girls as they exited the facilities.

Fuck this day. Fuck this town. Her arm was hurting from where she hit the lockers, her pride was wounded, and Alejandra wanted out. If she could just run away now and hitchhike with the first car she saw, she would do it.

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

This was not how the second senior year was supposed to go. Senior year was supposed to be the last hoorah. A happy time to start preparing for reality. For college plans. Not a time to be stuck in a small Midwestern town that felt like a foreign country. And certainly not a time to be dealing with racist, shit attitudes.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration…

Dainty footsteps approached the stall as Alejandra bawled like a baby, a soft knock on the door making her freeze.

“Go away!” she cried, voice small and hoarse from the sobbing.

I will face my fear…

“… Hey it’s… It’s going to be okay…”

A soft, delicate voice answered. Not one familiar tone in that voice, the only hint to the identity of the one speaking was a pair of powder blue pumps at the opening of the bottom of the stall. Alejandra did not know the girl, nor did she want to.

“Go away…” she begged, face burning with embarrassment as she groveled like a prisoner for her freedom.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me…

“Please… Please just go away and leave me alone!”

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see that you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, cabrona… Quien te tiene?

The blue pumps hesitated, but eventually walked away. Leaving Alejandra to her sobbing.

She sat there on the toilet crying until the late bell rang, and everyone had cleared out of the bathroom to their first period class. With her glasses all smudged up from tears and snot, she took a moment to wipe them off with the hem of her dress, and eventually exited the stall with her tail between her legs.

Stopping at the sink, she began cleaning up. Alejandra took off her glasses and began washing her face with cold water. Blotting with a paper towel, she took a deep, cleansing breath and exhaled, before making up her mind.

She would not be going to class today, or ever again for that matter.

Every part of her mind was made up. Now it would only be a matter of time to find an out.

The gears were turning as she put her headphones on, fast forwarding the cassette to her favorite song before sliding the orange headphones over her ears. Maybe she could walk home, steal Jaime’s ranfla to make her escape. No, probably she should walk down the road to the elementary school and steal the Aspen. Mom’s sedan was inconspicuous, and it would blend into the sea of cars on the freeway better than Jaime’s well loved blue 1972 Chevy Monte Carlo.

Besides, the Chevy was out of the question until Jaime got back from work at the Hawkins Water Utility, and she was not going to wait that long for him to come home. The elementary school was a closer walk, and as she walked out of the girls bathroom without checking if the coast was clear, she began to formulate how she was going to break into and hotwire her mom’s car (she knew how to do neither of these things, but she thought a good old college try couldn’t hurt).

As Alejandra power walked to the front entrance double doors, she heard nothing. Saw only the sweet promise of freedom. Walking quickly, unaware of the noise she was making, and drastically underprepared for the biggest shock of her life.

She felt herself being snagged by the backpack straps, her heart dropping into her ass as she was pulled to a chest.

The headphones were yanked from her ears, and a low voice with hot breath began muttering in her ear.

“You’ve got bitchin’ taste in music there, princess.”

Alejandra jumped ten feet, and screamed.

“FUCK ME FREDDY!”

“ Without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken. ” - Frank Herbert

[msweebyness]

theater kids in general

pets

Cuuute! @imsparky2002 @booksrbetterthanpeople @nerdy-chocomallow

Parker, of course, has her three giant dogs, Chief (Great Dane), Sarge (Bull Mastiff) and Boone (St. Bernard). She loves them with all her heart, they are her boys, and they all respond to military jargon as dog commands

Brecken’s house has a constant influx of animals due to him and his mom Annie’s mutual love for them. They’re always taking care of injured strays and helping them find homes. They do have a sweet old Persian Calico cat though, her name is Reba.

Soo-Yeon has a budgerigar parakeet named Crackers, and he has no idea where she heard the word “Motherfucker!” Or why she’s constantly screaming it at anyone who comes to their house.

Missy has a pet Zebra Moray Eel named Slinky, he lives in a tank in her room and he loves Viking metal music.

Margo has two Holland Lop rabbits named Joey and Chandler, and they’re constantly escaping their pen and wandering the house.

Mona has an eerily intelligent Silkie guinea pig named Galahad. She’s halfway convinced he’s plotting to murder some of her neighbors.

Eri has a California King Snake named Kagura, and she is a sassy and mischievous little lady. She and Austin T are snake buddies.

Aggie has an Old English sheepdog named Cornelius, and he is the best cuddle buddy in the world.

Jesse has a Turkish Angora cat named Alice Marie, and she is the sweetest kitty on earth. She can sense when you’re sad and she’ll climb into your lap to let you pet her.

Evie’s family has three toy poodles named Gloria, Selena and Ricky. They like to “sing” along with Evie.

Ayesha has an ornate box turtle who she named MichelAngelo. He is quite creative and arranges sticks and leaves into little huts in his tank.

BONUS!!! Akuma Class!!!

The Lahiffes have a patched tabby cat named Rufus who likes to hoard various small items and stares at you while you sleep.

Sabrina's family has a German Shepherd named Dennis, who's a retired police dog. He's very protective of Sabrina and will growl at you if you upset her.

Rose has two masked lovebirds named Ferdinand and Tallulah. They are deeply in love and freak out if they can't see each other.

Kim has a pet leghorn chicken because of course he does. Her name is Lorraine and she is fabulous.

The Bruels have a sweet old Basset Hound named Bubble. She only has three legs because of an accident when she was a puppy, and Ivan sometimes has to carry her places, but the entire family loves her because she's an angel.

Max has a panda ferret named Aristotle, who is a little smartass and makes faces at you when your back is turned.

Kagami has a black Holsteiner stallion named Kumo, and she’s the only person who’s allowed to ride him. He’s a prize jumper and they’ve won multiple competitions

[blacklegsanjiii]

Now I am addicted in Fem!ASL x Fem!Sanji, I just know these sisters would be as twice as crazy than actual ASL 😭

Also, Fem!Sanji probably is the only one with long hair. ASL sisters just don't like it + think it gets in the way during fights (they love their girlfriend's long and wavy hair though)

I'm alive!!!!!!! Burnouts a bitch and this is why nothing has been happening. I don't think they would be crazier actually, but they are definitely more unassuming than when they were boys. No one expects the feral jungle girls to be able to pull someone like Sanji or for Sanji to stay like she does, but also they're some of the only girls Sanji can see and hang out with regularly and they do turn her slightly feral as well. Sanji is definitely trying to take care of her girlfriends' hair as she does hers but they keep it short and tell Sanji not to bother with theirs. They will however play with Sanji's all the time, Sanji will sit and let them and teaches them how to braid her hair several different ways and stuff.

While ASL is definitely just as crazy as normal Zeff lets them get away with a lot more shit than he normally would. And they look rather innocent and unassuming mostly so no one expects it when they bring Zeff random monstrously big predators to cook for them or the restaurant and Sanji sighs long and loudly. The usuals always laugh at the girls that give Zeff headaches because they can't be that badk. They just can't until they see Ace flying around while on fire with Sanji and Luffy snapping her limbs like a bungee cord and they're pretty sure that's a noble of the Goa kingdom but they're not entirely sure based on she acts.

The crew though? The crew is looking at the women and sees how Sanji treats her captain who lovingly wraps around her and Sanji argues with her constantly and the crew watches to see how they both give in to each other. How Luffy wraps around the blond woman. She gets upset when people attack Sanji specifically in a way that's different from the rest of the crew and Luffy is possessive. It's a fact. Luffy's crew is her crew but she trusts Sanji to be sneaking around and disappearing all the time. Says she'll know if something is wrong with Sanji. The faith is so implicit like with Zoro but in a different way.

The way the crew reacts to Ace showing up and lighting her girlfriend's cigarette and groping the cook in a way that's different from Luffy holding her and Sanji looks at her thoroughly unimpressed but still so in love. Then Ace keeps talking about taking Sanji to meet her crew and Luffy is looking pissed at her sister and Ace keeps yelling that Sanji isn't just Luffy's because Sanji has three girlfriends and Luffy still should've known that she would have to share Sanji because it's not like Sabo and Ace left Sanji when they joined the Revolutionary Army and set sail respectively. Then they find out Ace is the second division commander for the White Beard fleet and Sanji is rubbing her temples like she has a never-ending headache.

When half the crew meets Sabo, the Chief of Staff for the Revolutionary Army who keeps complaining and asking about Sanji and making sure Luffy is alright after what has happened at Marineford and just that day with Doflamingo. She's so glad her baby sister is alive but is worried about her girlfriend firing on an emperor of the sea's ship. It worries her greatly and she's in charge of dealing with nobles and their armies, which Big Mom could easily be compared to, if not more ruthless than some of the nobles. Sabo makes everyone promise her to have Sanji get in contact with her when they find her and they do promise. It doesn't happen until after Wano but they make good on it.

So Sabo bolts to the Sunny and tackles her girlfriend in front of her little sister and plants the biggest kiss on this woman for the first time in years and is telling Sanji all about her plans to go kill Judge and destroy Germa as the crew is watching on in amusement and jealously. The rant goes on until Sanji puts a hand over Sabo's mouth and says she's glad to see Sabo is doing well in her position and following her dream. So maybe Sabo is clutching her a little too tight and a little too close because she was worried and lord knows what Zeff would have done if Luffy hadn't gotten to her in time. Because Sabo knows what she would have done, what Ace would have. It's not pretty but Sanji has three feral jungle girls at her beck and call. Who would turn the world inside out for her if she would just see that.