#But holy cow are they top notch

[nomsfaultau]

Wilbur finally showing up to the qsmp only to make the unfortunate discovery his dad has insatiable rizz

[motorcity-thoughts]

How would you introduce Holly if she were in the show?

Maybe in Season 2 as a new member? I want to introduce her as this top-notch street racer from a now-desolate Los Angeles. Whose family fled from Deluxe due to her family's history in the past selling tires.

maybe texas challenges her to a race cuz “wOaH iVe NeVeR sEeN yOu BeFoRe!!1 YOU SHOULD RACE ME” and she accepts bc holy cow this is (probably) her first race in mc and she loves driving so YEAH!!! and then mike and the other burners finally find him in the middle of the race cuz he wandered off, THEN mike asks her to join the burners after they catch up bc he saw that holly is a talented driver ofc and theres nothing wrong with more burners!! YIPPEE!!!

or maybe they bumped into each other during a kanebot attack idk lol

[starfriday]

Mumbai Comic Con Wraps Up with a Bang, A Celebration of Pop Culture and More!

~ Comic Con India, the country's premier pop-culture celebration is back in the city of dreams. From celebrity appearances to exclusive merchandise, and top notch cosplayers from India and around the globe at the ultimate weekend for pop culture enthusiasts !~

Mumbai, India – 22nd April - The city of dreams, Mumbai witnessed an exhilarating weekend of the year for all things pop culture. Comic Con India brought pop culture enthusiasts from across the city for its last of this season's event. The event served as a haven for cosplay enthusiasts and spectators alike, offering a gateway to a world where fantasy and reality collide. The weekend was filled with interactive activities, games, and an array of merchandise, keeping the spirit of Comic Con soaring high.

Presented by Maruti Suzuki Arena, powered by Crunchyroll and in association with Android, Mumbai Comic Con 2024 treated every attendee to an exclusive copy of Spiderman-India (No.1 Issue) comic book, in collaboration with Marvel Comics. The event showcased comics in a big way with a slew of upcoming publishing houses and Indian artists like Indusverse, Holy Cow Entertainment, Acid Toad, Garbage Bin, Bullseye Press, Bakarmax, Art of SAVIO, and Abhijeet Kini and many more along with International guests Jason Loo and GUY Delisle graced the event. The event saw immense love pouring in for popular movies, games and comic book characters like Itachi, Luffy, Goku, Deadpool & Wolverine, Spidermans, Batman, Viper (Valorant), Victor (Pubg shooter), Subzero (Mortal Kombat), Franklin (GTA), Xiao, Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Brimstone (Sage) and so much more.

The venue buzzed with excitement as new comic book launches took center stage, including Karejwa by Bakarmax, Monday To Friday by Corporat Comics, Ghosts of South India by Abhijeet Kini, Minnal Murali by Tinkle Comics, and the announcement of Suppandi’s birthday by Google Android. Art Guy Rob conducted a captivating session igniting nostalgia among audiences.

A special panel on Demon Slayer, featuring voice-over artist Natsuki Hanae, stole the spotlight, while the dynamic duo Rohan Joshi and Sahil Shah delivered yet another hilarious session of Binge-O-Clock. Popular rapper MC Altaf set the stage on fire with his rap, and the cast of Lakadbaggha also made an appearance. DJ Kazu and Shahrule kept the crowd grooving with their electrifying beats and rap. The talented comedian Harsh Gujral brought laughter to everyone with his wit.

Speaking about the thrilling weekend celebration, Jatin Varma, Founder, Comic Con India, said, “The excitement and enthusiasm that the celebration brings along with boundless creativity and passion of pop culture enthusiasts at Comic Con, fills me with immeasurable joy. Each edition of Comic Con has been a rewarding journey, and Mumbai, as the final stop, embodies the vibrant spirit of our community. The infectious energy witnessed at our shows creates memories that last a lifetime. I am grateful to our audience for their unwavering support and participation and eagerly anticipate more unforgettable moments in the editions to come.”

MC Altaf shared, "Mumbai Comic Con is very close to my heart as it's my home turf. Performing here was a memorable experience that I will always cherish."

Comedian Harsh Gujral said, "This is my first Comic Con experience. I think the energy in the audience was exceptional. I was scared in the beginning to perform in the open, but I was really surprised. People were enjoying the entire event while also paying attention to all the various performances happening and that's what I loved the most. The vibe and energy of the audience was commendable."

Comic artist and cartoonist Jason Loo said, "Working with Marvel comics is always a dream. I'm always amazed at every project I do, I get to draw or write this character today like Thor or Captain America; this is awesome, and Mumbai Comic Con has been overwhelming. It has exceeded all my expectations with the high energy and enthusiasm of all the fans. I've never been shown this kind of love before in any kind of show. I would definitely like to be back for another Comic Con in India."

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[babyjakes]

first touch. [part one.]

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summary | despite having dated for some time, you and chris haven’t gotten any further than kissing. when he finally decides to step things up a notch, he knows this is your first time with pretty much everything and does his best to make it extra special.

pairing | boyfriend!chris evans x innocent!reader

warnings | smut! (18+), very long holy cow, very soft/gentle chris, but also? dominant chris, big daddy kink vibes without ever using the word daddy (sorry! if this isn’t what you wanted he’s just such a daddy i-)

word count | 2,239

requested by @wecanfeelsofarbutsoclose | Hii so idk if you’re takin any requests for writing but do you think you could do a Chris one shot where he has a younger partner (mid-20s) who feels insecure about herself for being a virgin and Chris offers to give her a few orgasms(like from fingering and eating her out) and it could leave it up to them eventually having sex?

an | hi friend! yes! requests are open; thanks so much for sending this one in! hoo boy, this is my first time writing smut lol. please be gentle with me! also sorry this is so long also also sorry if it was bad yikes i am so scared also also also sorry i did not really include oral i just got so carried away with the fingering!

His lips are warm, soft against your own, tasting faintly of minty mouthwash and a hint of aftershave. His arms are wrapped gently around you, holding you close to him as you kiss. The cool white sheets of your queen-sized bed brush the bottoms of your bare thighs as you breathe the man in, your body covered in nothing but a flimsy pair of pajama shorts and a loose tank top.

Chris pauses slightly, his mouth retreating inches from yours. Your eyes flutter open to meet his swirling orbs of blue that are full of wonder, full of a sense of searching. “Hmm?” you hum, confused as to why he stopped.

“Baby, y/n…” he breathes, his words sounding like a sigh of relief. “I- I just… I don’t know what to say, babygirl. I’m just so in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too, Chris,” you say with an innocent smile, his doting warming your heart. As your legs have wrapped slightly around his torso, you can begin to feel a slight throbbing against your inner-thigh. Glancing down with shyly, your eyes widen as they settle on the firm bulge forming through his flannel pajama pants. Heat rises up through your cheeks and you squirm slightly, a subtle ache forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Sweetheart, I… I know we’ve never done anything, I know you’ve never done anything, and if you don’t want to, then I’m perfectly fine with waiting. I’ll wait as long as you need. But y/n, doll… I just…”

As he continues to fumble over his words, your hand reaches down and settles on his bulge, causing him to suck in a harsh breath. Your eyes peek up timidly to meet his, and now he’s the one turning red. One of his arms that’s wrapped around your back comes and begins rubbing at your lower side as you move your hands gently over the fabric, amazed at the feeling. “It’s so big,” you comment innocently, knowing that your innocence probably only drives him crazier.

“God, y/n… you have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbles, his cock throbbing underneath your gentle touch. His blue eyes wander back to meet yours, and a look of true sincerity forms on his face. “But sweetheart, I mean it. I know you’re new to all this and… and I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

“I think I’m ready,” you tell him, feeling a bit small and lost. “I-I guess I’m a little nervous; I don’t know. I’ve… I’ve never gone further than kissing, so… I don’t really know how any of this works,” you add.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he assures you. “We’ll take things nice and slow, okay? And if anything feels bad or is too much, just tell me to stop.” You nod, appreciating his commitment to respecting consent. “Doll, when you say you’ve never gone further than kissing, do you… do you mean you’ve never had anyone touch you at all?” You nod, trying to swallow down your embarrassment.

“I-I’ve… I’ve never even touched myself,” you admit, causing Chris’s eyes to widen with surprise.

“Never even… so does that mean… you’ve never had an orgasm?” Your cheeks burn brightly with humiliation as you nod in confirmation, and his expression softens, a gentle smile forming on his face. “Hey, that’s okay, pretty girl. No need to feel embarrassed about it,” he coos, lifting his other hand up to brush your cheek softly. “Well, if you’ve never orgasmed before, how about we start there?”

“O-okay,” you agree shyly, resisting the strong urge to just bury your face in his bare chest and hide. “I-I… um. I don’t know how.”

“That’s okay, baby. You just leave it to me,” he soothes, his hand on your side beginning to rub a little wider now. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this, how badly I’ve always wanted to touch my pretty little girl,” he murmurs, his hand slipping under your shirt and making you jump slightly at the contact. Slowly, his fingers move up and find one of your breasts, gently cupping it comfortably in his hand as he begins to knead the tender flesh. The dull ache in your belly swells at this, your body creating entirely new feelings that you’ve never experienced before.

After a few more moments of just mildly kneading, Chris takes his thumb and begins circling it around your nipple, his avoidance of the hardened nub flustering you slightly. “Such a pretty girl,” he hums softly as you rest your head gently against his chest. His free arm reaches around and holds you close to him, a little bit tighter than normal. To your surprise, you realize that the gesture brings up new feelings inside of you. It’s almost as if he’s holding you in place, and you can’t say you mind it, not at all.

Finally, the soft pad of his thumb runs gently over your nipple, causing an involuntary whimper to rise out of your throat. “Mmm, that feel good, doll?” he asks, earning only a desperate nod from you. He strokes over the nub a few more ties before gently pinching it, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “Such a good girl for me,” he praises, the almost-teasing tone of his voice making you weak. As he continues to work your nipple between his fingers, a new sensation begins to build between your legs, a subtle wetness.

A few moments later, he pulls away, causing you to whimper in protest. “Hold on, sweetheart. Give me just a moment,” he chuckles softly as he gathers the bottom hem of your tank, pulling it up over your head and tossing it off the bed. You shiver as the cool air hits you. “Aw, is someone cold? Don’t worry, doll. I’ll warm you up, make you feel nice and good.” Still holding you against him, his other hand returns to your chest, this time grabbing your other breast by the nipple and pinching a little harder. A faint cry escapes your lips and he smiles down at you. “I think you might be ready for some more. What do you say, sweetheart?”

“I- y-yes,” you stutter, his actions leaving you slightly breathless.

His smile widens as he pulls both hands away, reaching behind him and grabbing a few pillows. “Okay, babygirl,” he says, placing them behind you. “Now I want you to just lay back and relax, okay? Let me take care of you,” he instructs. Excitement and anxiety rise in your chest as you nod, obeying his order by resting yourself back down against the pillows. The provided angle allows him to look at you, will allow him to see the pleasure as it completely takes you over. “I don’t think we’re gonna need these,” he says, tugging lightly on the waistband of your shorts a few times before completely pulling them off over your hips, tossing them over the side of the bed. Now left in nothing but your panties, laid out completely vulnerable in front of Chris, your arousal has only skyrocketed.

One of his large hands comes up and rests on your knee, gently pushing it aside. Doing the same with the other, he scoots up in between your legs, his swollen cock bulging clearly through his pants. Using the tips of his fingers, he takes a hand and starts brushing softly at your inner-thigh, a squeak of delight escaping you before you can stop it. He grins, his movements starting to inch up towards your panties. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he comments, causing you to blush deeply. “You’re soaking through your panties,” he continues, his fingers finally coming up and rubbing you through the fabric. A low whine forms in your throat as he just barely makes contact with the cotton, the new feelings making your brain feel fuzzy and warm. “You want me to touch you, doll? Want me to use my hands and make you feel good?”

“Y-yes, please,” you pant, squirming feverishly under his gaze.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” he hums, gripping your panties by the elastic and jerking them off of your hips. Using both hands, he pulls out the part that’s been covering you and rips it in half effortlessly, throwing the trashed panties to the side. Your eyes widen slightly at his display of power, only causing the butterflies in your tummy to increase. His gaze travels down to your now bare pussy, gleaming with wetness. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos,” what a pretty little pussy.” His hand comes down and rests on your shaved mound, barely above your quivering sex. “Look at how wet you are,” he adds, taking a single finger and running it down your slit to collect your wetness, causing you to whimper.

Your hands come up to partially cover your face, completely lost in embarrassment and arousal. Repositioning himself slightly between your legs so that you have no chance of closing them, he takes both hands now to gently pull apart your drenched folds, humming contently at the sight. Your clit, now exposed to the cool air, quivers in anticipation. Chris sees this, causing him to move one hand to pull back on your labia slightly, using the thumb to dip into your wetness before coming up and rubbing at the under-side of the swollen nub slowly. As you whimper loudly at the intense stimulation, Chris just smiles, taunting, “Oh, does that feel good, sweetheart? You like it when I rub you there?” You nod, too overwhelmed by the sensation to say anything. “Yeah, I bet it’s nice and sensitive, hmm? First time someone’s ever rubbed you like this.”

Picking up his pace slightly, he forms a pattern of stroking the entire nub, all the way from the under-side to the top, over and over. Your breathing catches in your throat a tight warmness appears in your stomach. “That’s it; good girl,” he praises as he sees your arousal growing. Taking his other hand, he rubs his middle finger into your wetness, teasing at your opening. “Are you gonna be good and take my finger?” he prompts. Your eyes widen slightly at his question; his hands are so big and strong that you honestly aren’t sure if you can. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll go nice and slow,” he soothes, slowly beginning to push his finger into you while continuing to stroke your clit. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he almost growls as he continues pushing into you, the feeling of his large finger filling you up causing the tension in your stomach to tighten. “Such a good girl, just lying there and taking it,” he continues as he finally pushes the rest inside of you, causing you to gasp.

“There you go, such a good girl,” he croons as he begins pumping the finger in and out of you, hitting a spot deep inside of you that makes your clit ache even more. Gradually, his movements increase in pace, both the thrusting in and out of you and the stimulation of your clit. Your breathing becomes loud, sloppy as the warmness in your tummy turns to pure hot; burning.

“Ch-Chris, I-”

“That’s it, baby; come on. Cum for me,” he demands as he reaches his maximum speed, an entirely new wave of euphoria washing over you as every muscle in your body tenses, something seeming to explode down between your legs. Your climax lasts several seconds and he continues to finger-fuck you through it, the sight of you orgasming for the first time setting him off like nothing else.

When the waves of pleasure finally begin to die down, your entire body jolts, adjusting to its new level of sensitivity. To your surprise, though, Chris keeps his finger in you, the other still rubbing steadily at your clit. “Ch-Chris, m- p-please,” you whimper, but he shakes his head.

“No, you’re not done, baby,” he reveals, taking you by surprise. “You can do it again for me. Right, sweetheart? Gonna cum again for me?” he asks, the tone of his voice telling you it’s more of a demand than a question. Your shaking legs attempt to close at the overwhelming stimulation, but he just presses himself closer to you, his knees blocking you from escaping his touch. Your clit swells under his thumb and he completely knocks the air out of you by ramming a second finger into your heated pussy, your walls clenching tightly around him as he picks up his pace. “Come on, doll. You can take it; see, that’s it,” he praises as he sees the signs of your second orgasm arriving, “theeere you go,” he sings as your climax rips through you. “Good girl, such a good girl,” he hums as you gently come down from your high, your whole body shaking now with pleasure.

To your relief, this time he slowly removes his fingers from you, his thumb coming to a stop over your swollen nub. Giving you a few moments to catch your breath, he smiles at you, pleased to have produced such powerful orgasms from your innocent body. “How did that feel, sweetheart?” Chris asks sweetly, rubbing your belly gently as your shy eyes gaze up to meet his.

“G-good. So good,” you tell him.

“Good,” he says darkly. “Now, I have something I think you’ll like even better.”

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[weirdoldmanhoho]

lan fan...

do I like them: absolutely!! I love her.

5 good qualities:

Loyal as hell!!! If she's on your side she will fight tooth and nail for you.

She's determined and will stop at nothing to keep Ling, and with him, her people, safe.

She's smart!! The arm trick to lead Bradley away so she and Ling can escape is a brilliant move thought up on the fly while injured and running for her life. She had to put the pieces of that plan together FAST and she did, and once she thought of it, she didn't even hesitate to follow through. (Goes back up to points 1 and 2.)

Though she doesn’t try to be, sometimes she’s kind of silly. It’s very endearing. Despite how mature she acts she is still A Teenager - and a teenager facing things she’s probably never faced before in a country she doesn’t understand, at that.

Her fighting skills are top notch!! We all know this, of course, but she’s so impressive when she fights. 

3 bad qualities:

Lan Fan clearly sees her own life and wellbeing as unimportant and that's not a good thing. The arm plan is smart but it also comes at the cost of HER ARM and could have cost her her life as well. She also clearly rushes through automail surgery and recovery in order to get back to protecting Ling as quickly as she can, which probably did more harm than good and also could easily lead to later complications. Lan Fan's determination is admirable, but it also hurts her.

She's so stubborn!! This is the flip side to her being very determined, because once she gets an idea in her head she will not let it go and won’t stop to consider other possibilities. 

This isn’t a bad quality really, I just wish she got to be a kid more. She clearly has so much expectation and responsibility weighing her down.

favourite episode/etc: When she cuts her arm off to trick Bradley!! Holy cow!! That part really sucker punched me the first time I read it. Also, when she returns to fight Gluttony!! Truly one of the greatest entrances ever. 

otp: I like her with Ling fine, but I can also read their dynamic as completely platonic. 

brotp: Ling. Also, I think she and Ed would be great friends even if they act like they hate each other. They’re incredibly similar, and I like to think they bond over both automail AND the feeling of having so much responsibility to protect someone that you are willing to push yourself too hard and sacrifice too much after everything is over. They still argue ALL the time though.

ot3: Greed/Ling/Lan Fan I guess?? But again it’s more a “oh yeah I can vibe with it” than really being super into the ship

notp:

best quote: I can’t remember the exact quote, but it’s when she goes, “Oh, it took Ed a year to get his automail? I’ll do it in six months.”

WHEN I SAY THIS GIRL IS STUBBORN AS HELL!!

head canon:

She finds ALL sorts of ways to modify her automail to hold more weapons after she has more time to recover.

She was raised by her grandfather at a really young age after her parents died.

She’s got a horrible sweet tooth which Ling absolutely enables.

[fncreature]

Squid Game MC Event thoughts (I was watching Cubs POV and I wrote these on my notes app while watching, at the end I switched to PhoenixSC then Wallibear for a raid sorry for cuss words)

Squid game thoughts

Before games

-Why isn’t Grian streaming -Why aren’t most people streaming -How did PhoenixSC make something actually not that cursed -Grian saying calamari games lol

Red light green light (game 1)

-Grains freaking me out -MOVE -MOVE FRICKING MOVE -oh god be careful cub -JUST SAW ANTVENOM AT THE FINISH LINE THANK GOD -who’s the brown Wallibear -IS THAT TIMEDEO

In between

-Wait im_a_squid_kid is streaming this holy crap

Game 2    (Game 1 redo)

-So frickin scared -Be careful grian -MY FRIXKING HEART BE CAREFUL -the gunshot sounds -Cubs safe -Be careful g I swear to fuckin god -Beef made it -G MADE IT -Ely made it I rhink -Wallibear made it

Inbetween

-107?? Out of 200??

Game 3 (tug of war)

-Please stay on the same team cub and g -Joe and cub are together -WHO HAS A POPBOB SKIN -Deo survived to here -MY EARS -OH NO MY EARS THEYRE BROKEN -PLEASE WIN!!! -*brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* -I see joe -Winning let’s go blue -They won pog

Inbetween

-Omg they lost only 11 ppl lol -Is that ijevin -Captainsparklez is alive i think -WHO DIED THO -are they just gonna move on -Can’t believe the servers holding up -Poor ppl tho

Game 4 (hide and seek)

-Good luck g -Please win g sorry cub -Even if I’m watching cub I want g to win -Wait what if they watched the stream Only 1 left -G won yay!!!

Game five (glass parkour)

-Fuck be careful -Go g go -Wait why did Phoenix say no not yet -THE GLASS BREAKS??? -Duck be careful -Stop punch -Cub were trusting you -Oh god my heart -Thank god -Go g go I swear -My heart -MY FUCKING HEART -That sound lol -Like ohhoh -Oh ten mins thank god take your time -Kay go Grian go -Go already -Be careful you have time -Be brave I swear -BE CAREFUL NO SWEATY HANDS G -time??? -Grian you got this -Five mins now -JOES ALIVE??? -That one dude bouncing lol -Three mins -GET AWAY FROM THE EDGE -MOVE -joes good at this -Two mins -No sweaty hands g I swear be careful -It’s not just a game -No don’t listen -WHOOO HE WON

Feast

-Wait they only know G??? Oh god -WAIT TIMEDEO SURVIVED -If Timedeo wins I’ll be shook -Wait Wallibear is alive holy cow -Gong is pog -So scared rn -WAIT STRAGHT UP PVP -oh god no be careful

Game 6

-Oh god no -*eliza voice* stay aliveeeee -WHO HAS A SWORD -KILL THEM ALL G -Someone has a bow??? -Oh be careful -Legends always hide -*billie Elish voice* I’m scaaaAaared -RUN -FUCKING RUN -DONT TEAM ON MY BOY -WALLIBEAR WHY -who’s left one and a half??? -Protec him -Don’t kill him I swear to god protec grian -Frocking hide please survive -GRIAN DOESNT KNOW WHAT LUNAR IS -GRIAN ITS A PVP CLIENT -Be careful ok g -Five ppl left -Fight but save my boy -Don’t risk it man -Stay safe man -Dude behind the tree is smart -Who’s ur friend g -I think his name is chilbee -Phoenix help him I swear -They’re gonna shrink the map!!!! -I’m so scared g -Give him a weapon -Give him food!! Notch apple to Grian -GOOD JOB AT MURDER MY MAN -MAN IS COMIN BE CAREFUL -YESSSS GO -chill there -Be careful I swear -Dreamslayer let’s go man -Someone’s checking -NOOOOOOOO -RIP THO -GG tho -Rip 😭 -Top five? -xNestorios alive pog -Wallibear is alive pog -Go Wallibear -Wait no -GG NESTORIO -BRO CANNOT BELIEVE THAt -Nestorio gg -Nice job everyone

Aftermath

-Wait what now -But gg Nestorio -Wait was it practice -Gj everyone -Congrats Nestorio -Fun to watch, hope they make another, 10/10 -Bye -Fun -Love that thanks Phoenix -WAIT XNESTORIO WON MCC RISING TOO?????? -MANS POG DUDE HOLY HECK HES GOOD -Oh man -Wait how did loverfella do -Ok so what now -BADBOYHALOS IN PHOENIXSCS CHAT HOLY FRICK -IS THAT QUIFF -ANTVENOM -Man -Wait pigical -Wait I see this bedwars youtuber I used to watch but I forgot -GG NESTER -WALLIBEAR RAID TIME -I can’t download much sad -Don’t care lol -Oh bedwars -WALLIBEAR GOT SECOND???????? -WALLIBEAR POG -Man I should post this- Wallis camera went out -Aaaand it’s back -I’m done bro -Ive never actually watched the Netflix series

[venomandfaith]

what a year it has been! I still can’t believe it’s already ending, I mean, it still feels like April, right? I really do hope 2021 will be a better year and shine a brighter light for all of us. I can’t believe I just joined Tumblr in late March as it’s like I’ve known you all for years! I’m so glad that I’ve made many friends, posted my writings and created a platform where I can express myself without worry. I myself had a rough year, with the passings of those close to me and a friendship break up with someone I thought was my soulmate, I really thought 2020 would bring me down in the end but here I am all in one piece thankfully!

I just wanted to encapsulate how grateful I am to the people that have supported my work and kept up with my bullshit in one post. you guys have no idea what you mean to me and when I say I’m thankful, I mean it. I really wished I could do something more than just a post but for now, this will make do. thank you so much for dealing with me and my randomness!

those I hold dear to my heart:

@safari-karrot - MY DEAREST KATEYKINS, you were the first one I ever talked to on Tumblr and I remember telling you about how excited I was to finally cross paths with someone who was my age. I am so glad that you’ve been with me since day one when I felt very alone as I tried to guide my way through Tumblr as a fic writer. you and your posts make me smile and laugh and gosh YOU’RE SO FUNNY I love talking to you and I 100% would have late night conversations with you if timezones weren’t a thing. you’re very special to me and I hope you know that, okay? I may not always be there right away if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, but I’ll try my best. love love love you!

@pi-kai-sso - kai darl, you’re simply one of the best friends I’ve made on here. I’m so happy we started talking and I love hearing your stories you tell us in the group chat and through asks. They’re very entertaining and interesting, I’ll never get tired of anything you have to say as I learn something new about you everytime. You’re such a wonderful, talented person and I’m glad we are able to ~vibe~. Love you <3

@peaceisouranthem - sweet sweet ayden, where do I start with you? you came into my life when I needed someone the most during what I think was one of the most darkest times of my life. your reassurance, encouragement, and support throughout our friendship is something that I will always treasure. you’re such an angel and I really don’t know what I did to have someone as understanding and compassionate as you in my life. I will cherish you forever.

@satans-helper - ZARA HI I am in love with your blog and your fics and your posts are always top notch. Your fics continue to astound me and your writing is just... wow. Thank you for your tremendous support for my own writing (especially Fast Car hehehe even though that fic was lowkey a mess)! your comments in the tags always leave a big fat smile on my face :D

@edgeofgreta - megan! hi! I just think it’s really cool that we were able to bond over The Wanted, which made me feel less alone around the time of Tom’s diagnosis. also, thank you for inspiring me to start gif making! the fact that you pump out content so quickly is really admirable and I applaud you for that, especially since (I’ve heard, correct me if I’m wrong) that you’re a nurse. and with that I say thank you for your dedication and strength working in the front line in such scary times like this. your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed xx

@cantbehandled-ever - HI I think you’re really cool and funny and holy cow do I want to be closer friends with you! it’s always nice to see you on my dash and I don’t think you know this but I feel like we have a lot in common :D have a nice day, lovely!

those everyone should follow and I think are really cool:

@shes-outta-sight / @myownparadise96 / @mountainofthesunn / @ninkisixx / @peacelovekiszka / @dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade / @garbagevanfleet / @motley-honey / @useyourillusion / @kissthesun / @guns-n-crue / @dufflesmckagan / @jimmypages / @oblvions / @woman-ina-dream / @illtakeitgoddammit / @jake-kardashian / @supersonic-darling / @thenewagecrisis / @sleazyizzy / @moogotron / @brianmaysclog / @annasinthewalls / @green-tinted-sixties-mind 

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as some final words from me, I hope we can ring in the new year with hope that it’ll be better than 2020, that it’ll be the time where our biggest dreams come true and the light at the end of the tunnel finally appears. I love you guys and wish you all a happy new year <3 xx

[cosplaydude637]

Chapter three: Bird and Thorns

Alec is on his way out of the subway when he is greeted by a familiar face. "Hey Maia." Alec says as he makes his way over to the girl. Maia roberts smiles at Alec and hugs him. Alec returns the hug.

"So why you want to meet?" Mia asksed. Alec looked at her in surprise.

"What are you talking about it was you and Lily that wanted to meet with me?" Alec says as a filling of dread come over him. Now it was Maia turn to look shocked. "No it was you and Lily that sent word for me to meet with you at the old fire station on 13 street. I thought it was strange seeing as Mark Blackthorn runs the alliance now " Alec and Maia exchanged a look of tirri and took of running for the station

As they run Alec muttered some words Maia did not know and his bow and arrow appeared on his back. Mia eyes start to glow green as they round the corner to the station. "I smell something." she says and then her eyes go wide. The 13 street fire station was on fire. Mondanes were running all over the place screaming.

"By the Angel." Alec says. Maia tilts her head to the side like she is trying to hear something. Alec looked at her puzzled how could she hear anything with all the mondanes screaming. "Alec Lily is in there!" she shouts pointing to the station.

"What!" Alec shouts back as he pulls his stele from his pocket. He quickly draws on the fireproof rune and starts running. Maia was at his side keep pace with his shadowhunter speed. "Maia get to the institute tell the others what's going on." Alec order. Maia shout him a cragules look but took towards the subway.

Alec runs into the building, even with this runes on the fire was hot. This was no noral fire Alec thought as he run throw the blinding looking for Lily. He quickly made his way to all the bilding finding no sign of Lily. The only room left was the fire chief office. As Alec mide his way to the room he could hear the fount sound of a girl wimpring. Alec kicks the door open and braces himself for the back draft, but it never came. Inside Alec found a women dressed in blue jeans and a black string top with a long Black jacket. The women head long back hear and red skin with horns on her forehead. This was a warlock one Alec head never seen in the city befour. "My My it took you a long time to get here." she side. "If i did keep that Vamp here she would be dead by now."

Alec in the blink of an eye head drawn a airrow and notched it to his bow and pulled it back ready to fire. "Where is she." Alec demand ponting the arrow at her heart.

"Now Now Mr. Lightwood if I told you that. What would stop you from killing me?" she asks.

"My word i will not kill you if you tell me where lily is." Alec says lowering his bow. Just as he did the female warlock drow a huge longsword form her back and swings it down at Alec. purple flame shouts at Alec goveing him. Alec fire broff rune go's white and he screams out in pain. "I am not going to kill you Alec oh no i have a message for my brother." she says. The flames die down and Alec falls to his knees. "Do tell Dear magnus, Sinira says he..." Sinira starts to say but a dagger grazis her face. Two boys have run up behind Alec and where at his side. The one how throw the dagger was a young teen boy with black hear. He head on shadowhunter gear but he also head headphones around his neck. The other boy was blond and was also wearing gear and a longsword was strapped to his back. On the sword was a H and two birds. This was Ty Blackthorn and Kit Herondale. "See Wotsin I told you." Ty says with a smirk drawing a new dagger form his belt.

"No you side it was a demon. That is a warlock." Kit says.

"Blackthorn and Herondale!" Sinria hissed. Kit reaches back for his sword but as his hand gripped it Sinira disappeared.

"That was very anticlimactic." Ty says sheathing his dagger.

Kit bent down to Alec and starts putting a iratze rune on Alec. "umm Ty this rune just went white..." Kit says looking up at his friend. However Ty was not looking at him but at the fire. Kit head almost forgotten the building was on fire.

The Fire head started to dance and move. Kit has been a shadowhunter for some time now and was trend by two of the best in his opinion. Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray, but in all that time he had not seen nor heard of fire dancing and move like this one was. Or fire growling. "Hold up did that fire just growl?" Kit asks.

"Demon..." Alec chokes out right as he pass out slumping to the floor. The Fire seems to twist and bend till it forms into a almost human body. "Holy cow is that a meramon." Kit shouts out very sarcastically. Ty Smirks and looks at Kit. "Guess we should stop him so he can't Digivolve." Ty says drawing two daggers. Kit also Draws his Longsword.

The fire demon seems to look right through the two young shadowhunters. "Nephilim!" It spoke in a raspy voice as fire spit from its mouth. "I am the demon who burned the town Felixstowe." the demon spate.

"We know at 10:30 pm. on the evening of September 20, 1965." Ty interjects.

"We also know it was you in the town of Paradise." Kit adds has he grips his sword tightly. The demon seem to smirk and runs at the two boys fire trailing behind him.

Ty jumped to the left and Kit grabbing a unconscious Alec rollers to the right. The Demon runs in to the wall and splits in to paces. Ty draws his stele form his his boot and starts to draw a ruin on the floor. Kit pushes Alec under the cheffs disk and turns looking at Ty. Kit and Ty have head a unspoken bund for mean years. It started when Kit joined the Blacktrons in the LA institute. However now it was even more powerful seeing as they head become Parabatai. This was a bondy be on friends more than family it was as if they share one soul. Kit know right off the bat what ty was up to and moved in front of him his sword head stredy in front of him. Ty finishes drawing the open rune and all the water sprinklers start to spray water. As the demon starts to reform itself it's fire flicker out tell a black ashie body is all that remains. Kit darted at the demon and in a split sacent drops down and slides on the water covered flower his swings his longsword and cuts the demons ankles. The demon cries out in pain as Ty sinks his Daggers in to the chest of the demon.

The demon reaches out and grips Ty left arm and swings him in to a wall. Kit stables on to his feet and readys for another attack. The demon however was not going to let that happen as soon as Kit was back on his feet the demon was kicking him in to the chest. Kit doubles over in pain. Ty using the wall pulls himself up as he does he kicks Alec bow. Kit rolls under the disk and pulls one arrow form Alec quiver and throws it to Ty. Ty jumps into the air and snatches the arrow and as he lands he noches the arrow and points it at the demon. "Time for you to return to hell." he says and lets the arrow fly.

The arrow sinks itself in the head of the demon. The demon falls to the grow and shacks and blinks out of existence. Kit gets to his feet and Ty looks over at him "Told you there was a demon Watson." Ty says and a small smirke comes over his face. Kit goes over to Alec and puts two fingers on his neck. "He gots a pulse but it's week and Iratze are not working but his Parabatai rune is a funny purple color."

"Let's get him to the Institute. His parabatai will be able to help heal him." Ty says very matter of factly. Kit nod and Ty helps him pick up Alec and they carry him out of the building one under each shoulder.

Maryse lightwood sits at her desk. Papers sit neatly on the desk and a single file folder lies open on her desk. Maryse was a slender woman with long black hair that was papered with white.

After Alec being console. Maryse moved back to New York to be close to here family. Max and Raphael play on the floor in front of her. When Magnus asked her to watch the boys she did it hapttpily. But now her heart starts to hurt. She feel like something is wrong with one of her own children.

Jace kicks open the infirmary doors caring a passed out and badly burned Alec in his arms. Clary runs in past him pulling back the blankets on one of the beds. Ty and Kit stand in the doorway. “Go get Magnus!” Jace snapped drawing his Stele. Ty and Kit nod and take off running. Jace starts putting on Iratzes but as soon as he finishes they turn white. Jace runs his hand over Alec Parabatai rune and a twinge of pain shouts throw his hand. “What was tha….” Jace starts to say then falls to his knees grabbing his own Parabatai rune. Clary darted over and catches him just as he also pass out.

By the Time Magnus, Isabelle and Simon get to the Infirmary. Clary head placed Jace in the bed next to Alec and placed wet towels on both their foreheads. “With in the world!?” Simon shouts.

“The boy side it was just Alec. What happened crumpit?” Magnus asks sitting on the bed next to Alec.

“I really don’t know, One minet Jace is placing a healing rune on and the next he is passed out.” Clary answers.

“There burning up.” Magnus says laying his hand on the two men. “I think this is blood magic.” He adds

“What's that mean for my Brothers Magnus?” Isabella asks looking very white. Simon knowing that his wife was scared for her brother's safety came over and put his arms around his wife. Kit and Ty head walked into the Infirmary the young shadowhunters behind time in the hallway. Magnus lets out a heavy breath. “We need the blood of the warlock that casted the spell.” Magnus says.

“Sinira.” Ty stated.

“What?” Clary asks.

“It's what the warlock side her name was.” Kit tells them. Magnus go’s white in the face and slow gets up. A very shocked look on his face as he turned and looked at Ty and Kit. “what was that name.” He asked.

“Sinira she did not give a last name.” Ty side very sarcastically. Kit shook his head. He know his Parabatai head no taticed but he thought he had shown him ways to be a bit more sensitive. Magnus stumbles backward and Clary catches him. “Mag what is it?” Clary asked.

“She told me she was coming for my loved once.” Magnus says in a blank voice.

“Magnus we need to save the guys how do we stop blood magic.” Clary says in a from voice.

“We need the blood of the warlock and the blood of the one they love. So with Sinira blood and Magnus you should be able to help them.” Ty explands.

“Ok here is what's going to happen. Magnus you are to stay here and help the guys as best you can. Izzy, Simon and I are going warlock hunting. Ask for The newbies I want you all on guard duty and helping Magnus.” Clary ordered.

“What about us?” Kit asked but Ty hit him in the arm.

“Mission.” Ty says. Clary nods at the two boys. “Looks like you guys got your own job to do. If you come across this Sinira send a message.” Clary side. Ty and Kit nod as they make their way into the hall “You know we could have told her about the fight club rummers.” Kit says looking at his Parabatai incragesly. Ty shakes his head.

“They have to much to deal with. This is just some downworld fight club.” Ty says as they start down the longhall way back to the main doors.

“Ya but we know it's ran by a Warlock that know one has ever seen.” Kit protasted.

“Very Good Watson but we don't know if it is this Sinira.” Ty says as a hand come down on his shoulder. Ty stiffend all over. He had gotten used to people he did not know touching him but he still did not like it. Ty and Kit sponge on there heels and saw Simon Lovelace. “Did you to just say fight club?” He asked.

“Yesss.” Kit drawed out.

“I know where it is and you two are coming with me.” Simon greand.

Back In the Infirmary Clary was still dealing with the Newbies. They had protested with great pashin that they would not be sidelined on the first real mission since they got there. “We are Shadowhunters Not just some Mundans off the street!” Mekyle barked.

“He is right we should be out there doing are jobs.” Ruthie added.

“Your job kid!” Isabelle shouted.

“Your Job is Whatever I say it is as the head of this institute.” Clary shouted a tear running down her left eye. Her face was red with anger. “And right know your Job is very simple. Gared the institute with your lives. If anyone or thing gets throw them doors put it down!”

“It's not fear…” Mekyle started to say as Xander lays a hand on his arm.

“Stop it Man we have are orders and we will carry them out.” Xander snapped looking at Mekyle a fire seem to be in his eyes.

“Mekyle He is right this is what we need to do right now.” Angelique says looking at Mekyle with a look of fondness. What Clary and the others did not know is Mekyle and Angelique are Parabatai. Slow Mekyle lightened and he nods at Clary and steps out of the door way.

“Where is Simon?” Isabelle asked looking around.

The Subways of New York are long and all over the city but a good number of them were still up and running. However this Subway was not it was old run down and dirty very dirty. Kit splash throw a paddle and Simon snapped back to reality. He head dedie to go with Kit and Ty without telling the others. Simon has been doing patrols for the last few weeks on his own. Isabelle is great and he loved being with her at all times but he had gotten to a point in his new marriage where he wanted his own time. This head lead him on the trail of a roaming downworld fight club. As it head turned out this was why Kit and Ty where here in New york and not in there home town of L.A.

Now they are walking in one of the line of the 191st street subway the worst of all the subways there is. It was actually voted number one on of the mundane websites. Kit splashes again and the quiver on Simon back jerks as he steps in a hole and rats took of running every witch way. “Wow!” Simon shouts.

“He hunts demons yet a Rat scares him.” Kit snickers. Simon shots Kit a evil look. “Yep Your a Herondale.” He says.

The trio keep going deeper and deeper into the subway tell they started to hear hooping and hollering. Then came a wolf howl the three exchange looks and took off running. Ty draw two daggers and Kit draw his Longsword and they took of full shadowhunter speed. Simon on the other had did not use this speed rune he keep back a few feet from the two boys a arrow notched and ready to fire.

As the two boys reach the crowded there is screams of shock and anger. People were running everywhere but in the center of the group was a ring white checked into the floor In the ring stood Ty, Kit and Sinira…. “By the order of the clave.” Kit says as he is pushed back in to a wall by a invisible force. Simon closed his eye and thought of Clary his old friend and now his parabatai. Then there was a flash of blue light and a portal opened and out of it walked Clary and Izzy. Simon was still a few feet away but he could hear what was being side.

“Sinira!” Clary shouts Sinira grinds and looks at her.

“Oh my little Fray.” Sinira answers

“My Name is Clary Fairchild! You are hurting two people I care about deeply and that's going to end.” Clary says as she draws a short sword form here belt. Izzy silver snake bracelet head already formed in to her deadly whip. Sinira did not move she just started to leaph.

“So my spell got Jace Herondale to that's just too great. How is my Big Brother doing with this?” Sinira snickers. Izzy whip flies out in the blink of an eye and was wrapped around Sinira nack. “Kill me and the spell will kill them.” she smirked. Ty was running at her in a matter of sacents not lissing to her words like Kit he is sent flying by some force unseen. Simon keeping to the shadows starts to make his way behind Sinira. Clary most not of seen him because she took after Sinira also her sword hung over her head, but at the last minute stops cold and looks over at Izzy. Simon eyes also flicker over to Isabelle.

Isabelle head gone ghost white and was not moving. Icicles were forming on the whip and all over Isabelle hand. Clary spins around and run over to Isabelle and ripps the whip free of Izzy hand. Isabelle falls in to Clarys arms. Simon raises his bow and looks at Sinira he slow lets out a single breath and lets the arrow fly. Sinira spends around and catches the arrow. “What's Wrong Little SideKick did you think i did not know your there.” Simon smirked and winked as the arrow she was holding disappeared and anther arrow flow out of the shadows and right throw Sinira hand. Sinira screamed out in pain and disappears. “Remind me to thank Alec and Magnus for them arrows they got me for my Birthday.” he snickered walking into the light. Clary looked at him with fire in her eyes she was pissed and boy could he fill it.

“Now how do we save the guys she is gone!” Clary shouted. Simon just smiled and pointed at the arrow that was stock in to the wall dripping with blood. Clary's eyes light up.

[heli0s-writes]

Flavor of the Day

Summary: You never know what’s going to rile you up next. Pairings: Bucky x Reader A/N: Word count 1.5k-- and apparently I’m into the intimate act of getting a haircut.

Bag of Tricks One Shot Masterlist

Some things just get you riled up.

Stupid things, mostly. Things that bubble out of the incomprehensible blue of your mind. Innocuous things, sometimes things that made most others unwell: Sam picking up the corner of the couch to grab the remote, Maria wiping lipstick off her teeth disdainfully, goddamn Smurfette talking Smurf gibberish to Papa Smurf.

It was always a mixed bag.

So, when the bomb explodes on a regular Wednesday afternoon recon mission in the flat ghost town prairie of Gun Barrel, Texas of all places, a sudden tickle travels up your spine.

Destruction, apparently, is the flavor of the day.

Bomb aside, Texas is the pits when you’re not in a major city. Hours and hours of driving, your thighs chafing in the back of the mini-van, stupid easy-listening crooning because Steve can’t stand any excitement. Grumpy old fuck.

There hadn’t even been any sights to see, other than cows of enormous sizes, dilapidated barns, flat, straight, endless pasture, and—

“Hey!” You had yelled, pointing.

“What?” Two voices replied, whipping around to see what your exclamation was meant for.

Bucky scoffed when he realized your smashed finger against the window had been pointing to the swirls of yellow flaxen threads piled atop each other: hay.

You thought it was hilarious. Steve, spitefully, turned up the warble of ancient, sizzling-static, sometimes accompanied by a shrill voice. Bucky leaned his seat back until it hit your knees.

“Grumpy old fucks.” You muttered, drowned out by terrible noise.

So, again, when the bomb explodes and levels the top floor, you are aching for something good. Rubble crashes from the ceiling, tearing cavernous holes in the current room while an alarm blares, dousing the entire place in abrupt and flashing red. Your blood is rushing, heart beating madly to the rhythm of the siren’s shriek.

Gunfire erupts from the next room where Steve is, but you either must make it to the stairwell and survive, or chance being crushed with him.

Risk, you realize with a ferocious grin, is the flavor of the day.

You barrel through the door, taking it completely off its hinges and sink your knife into the man scrambling to get Cap. It rips him neck to his goddamn tailbone and the eggshell-white notches of his vertebrae slip out to greet you.

“Hell!” Steve screams, “Is that fucking necessary!?”

He pushes you roughly out the collapsing room and nearly throws you down the stairwell. There’s some smart comment or another that gets lobbed at him, but Steve prudently ignores it and your voice ebbs away when you are launched down three flights of stairs. Bucky is stepping fast paced by the thirteenth story.

You gasp for breath and put one hand on his shoulder, “Race ya.”

Steve’s heavy boots land with a thud, breaking up the moment. An enormous piece of drywall crumbles and sprinkles dust and fire from above.

“Move!”

Your arms break out in goosebumps when Bucky grabs the back of your suit and takes you down.

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Wednesday night in a shared hotel suite sheds too much light on your problem. An itch that can’t be scratched, sitting on a queen-sized bed while two others smush up on the pull out because of some old-fashioned boy-chivalry.

You take the last shower to relieve the frustration, feeling somewhat sated when you emerge bright pink from scrubbing. The robe is tied loosely, and you slip into the kitchenette to find a snack, tiptoeing through the dark shadows so neither of them will be bothered.

The mini fridge has tiny bottles of vodka and a chocolate bar and they all get tucked under your arm. When you turn around, Bucky is peeking over your shoulder.

“Goddamn, Barnes! I almost shit myself!”

He catches your pilfered treasures deftly in his hand and set them on the counter. The fridge door swings open limply, yellow light reflecting the lines of his face, confused and a little bewildered by the spread of alcohol and candy.

You quirk your head too, because one side of his mane is singed off. “From the fire?” Your wry smile tells him it’s as bad as he thinks it is, and Bucky frowns, running his hand through, clenching his fist around the frayed ends. "Do you want me to trim the rest?"

For the first time that you’ve known him, he looks like a little boy, almost petulantly so and a little flutter in your stomach gives you pause. Lingering behind him, your fingers reach up to grip his hair, catching the uneven strands between them. He still smells like smoke even after his shower. The ashy scent mingles with the hotel complimentaries—dusty cedar and pine notes accompanied by gunpowder. Clean sweat that is purely boy.

Because Bucky always keeps a knife on him, he wordlessly places one in your open palm and sits down on the floor silently.

“Where’s Cap?” You ask, surprised when your voice comes out unsteady.

The first handful slices through with a whistle and Bucky tenses under your touch. “Went out.” He replies. Another strip comes clean off and you work to even the edges, cutting in delicate motions. “Watch the ears.” Bucky warns as you crawl around him on your knees.

“What? You need ‘em?”

The long side is clipped to match the burned side, and your fingers slowly slide upwards, palm rubbing against his scalp, strands pinched. A few more cuts and then you begin to even out the back, smiling slightly at the softness of his dark locks.

Bucky leans into your hand with a slow hum, and you poke his neck with the handle of the knife to straighten him out—to give him distance from you. Or to give you distance from him.

He grumbles when you fist his hair again, tucking the knife into the front waistband of your underwear and shuffle around to look at the front. With two hands, you pinch the sides and fluff the top, moving tufts left and right to ascertain the correct way to part his hair. They all looked about the same.

“Well, it’s not bad—but I’d certainly get it redone later.”

He’s peering at you with half a frown and a furrowed brow, and you shrug in response, pushing your hand forward one last time nearly out of habit now. When Bucky suddenly sighs with your palm over his head, your eyes widen and you come to the third realization:

Bucky, apparently, is the flavor of the day.

The two of you stare at each other in the dim light of the kitchenette floor. It probably wasn’t a good idea to chop off all his hair in the dark, but all of that is out the window now as you blink at him. With it away from his cheeks, he looks changed.

Strikingly handsome.

The overhead light starts to flicker, showing you his face in half-second pulses. He blinks once. Twice. His mouth opens ever so gently.

Then the door swings open with a clatter and Steve announces his return with three grease-soaked bags of fast food plopped on the counter. “You two okay? Is that a knife in your—Jesus! Will ya cover up?”

You hadn’t noticed that the front of your robe has fallen open, revealing the sheer bralette and underwear with Bucky’s knife tucked in the front. As Steve sputters and turns around, pulling out his meal, Bucky reaches forward and takes his blade from your hip, bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

His eyes lock on yours as he moves forward onto his knees. You’re trapped in his gaze, unaware of his hands tugging on the front of your robe, pulling it shut. Steve’s body lands heavily onto the couch, and the crashing of its back against the wall rips you from the moment. Your eyes flutter, searching Bucky for answers.

He gives you nothing but a slow sweep of his tongue in the corner of his mouth. His lips purse, breath escaping in a tiny, hot, pant.

Then slowly, he lifts himself up to his feet.

“Hey, Stevie, where’d you park the car?”

Steve perks up from the couch, “Just to the left, why?”

You follow the shape of Bucky’s legs as he steps out of the kitchenette, turning ever so slightly to look down at your crouched form still on the floor. He tucks his knife back into its sheath.

“We’re going out for a bit.”

You nearly plant face-first getting to your feet, toes slipping against the scattered dark strands of Bucky’s hair.

“You got a haircut!?” Steve hollers as Bucky yanks the door open. “Buck?” And then he sees you running after, damp cotton robe flapping against your thigh. “Wha—”

The door slams shut before Steve can get another word out and Bucky is pressing you up against its frame, hands underneath your breasts, holding you up. “We’re not goin’ anywhere,” he whispers before scraping his teeth against your collarbone, “I’m gonna fuck you in the car.”

Holy shit.

Bucky pulls you along by the band of your top, not giving a fuck if your tits fall out in the middle of the parking lot.

Apparently, you think, with a shudder as he looks back mischievously, you are Bucky’s flavor of the day.

[sylvanfreckles]

Impaled (FebuWhump 04)

I had an extremely crappy day at work today...like coming home crying level crappy. So, as a defense mechanism, this came out. Granted, it was always going to be a slightly humorous take on this scenario, but this went a little...extreme.

You can also read this on AO3

Fandom: Supernatural Summary: Who would have thought, in the end, it would be vampire clowns in a busted-up barn in the middle of nowhere?

Not the Winchesters, that's for certain.

And certainly not Castiel, who did not get resurrected again just to die at the hands of a monster with a fourteen-year grudge.

* * *

After everything..after Chuck and Free Will and rewriting their own lives...it all came down to this.

A musty old barn in the ass-crack of nowhere, facing down a gang of vampires of all things.

“So, what, now's when we find out Gordon isn't actually dead?” Dean muttered, standing back-to-back with Sam. “Or, ah, what's-her-name...the hippie one who only ate cows. Think she's here?”

“We watched Lenore die,” Sam reminded him. “And I killed Gordon. I don't think this is either of them.”

“Yeah, unless Chuck brought them back,” Dean shot back. “Cas?”

Castiel, who had been silently and efficiently dispatching vampires turned back at Dean's question. “I find it unlikely Chuck would have considered either of them important enough to bring back from Purgatory.” Another vampire roared up behind him, and without even looking Cas stabbed him through the throat with his angel blade.

Dean had to admit, the flutter of Cas's new calf-length trench coat was pretty impressive as the angel spun around to yank his blade from one vampire and plunge it into another. Jack had apparently hooked his adoptive father up with some new duds on his return from the Empty, so Cas wasn't exactly rocking the whole “holy tax accountant” look anymore.

On the one hand, the long black trench coat was absolutely badass. The way it spun around Cas as he moved in battle reminded Dean of the shadows of wings cast on the barn ceiling all those years ago, and it had a much more stylish cut that emphasized the muscle on the angel's powerful frame.

On the other...the rainbow-colored sweater vest was a little much. But the combination was something that was just so essentially Jack they really couldn't complain.

“Dean!”

Pulled out of his daydreams by his brother's warning scream, Dean managed to deflect an incoming vampire and roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding the dangerous-looking nail that was poking up out of one of the support beams. Damn, they really needed to stop confronting vampires in fallen-down old barns.

Cas hauled him to his feet and manhandled him to one side, a blast of holy power from his other hand obliterating yet another vampire clown. “How many more are there?” the angel shouted over the sounds of battle.

“They just keep coming,” Sam panted. They were cornered now—Cas's angel blade was still embedded in a vampire a few feet away, Dean's machete had gotten notched when it had gotten stuck on a particularly dense vampire spine, and Sam was favoring his right arm as though chopping off so many heads in such a short amount of time was giving some kind of hunter's carpal tunnel. “Are we sure...I mean, is Chuck really de-powered?”

“You think he planned for one of us to die in some shitty barn in the middle of nowhere?” Dean scoffed. “Dude. The man's a hack, but he's not that bad.”

“Enough!” A fourth voice—because, really, the vampire clowns had done nothing but snarl since the Winchesters had busted down the door—cut through the air as another figure strode into the center of the barn.

It was, predictably, another vampire. This one was obviously the boss, judging by the way she was dressed—halter top and jeans instead of baggy clothes and a clown mask. Seriously, why clowns? Was someone trying to make this place Sam's worst nightmare?

“Well, well. If it isn't the Winchesters.” The woman flipped a lock of long, dark hair back over her shoulder. “I'm sure you're surprised to see me.”

Dean stared at her for a moment then glanced over at his brother. Sam shrugged. “Right,” Dean said after a few seconds. “You're...the Ringmaster!”

Sam let out a groan and stumbled back to lean against the wall of the barn. Dean couldn't see much of Cas's face but the angel's body was radiating out disappointment. “Come on,” Dean protested. “Clowns? The circus?”

“Enough!” the woman snapped again. “You killed my entire clan fourteen years ago. I've waited a long time for this day, when my new clan would find the Winchesters and we would put an end to them!”

Dean let his gaze travel up and down the woman's body again. She was still familiar, but that wasn't really enough to jog his memory. “Sweetheart, you're gonna have to be way more specific than that. Fourteen years is a long time.”

Cas shot him a dirty look—though whether it was over the sweetheart comment or Dean's snarky tone of voice he couldn't tell.

The woman hissed in anger. “Jenny? I had been chosen to join Luther's clan? You kidnapped his mate, Kate? Killed all of them to get your father and your precious Colt back?”

Dean sucked in a breath through his teeth. Oh, right, he remembered her now...not that she needed to know that. “Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell.”

Jenny gave a shriek and charged toward him. Cas intercepted, easily turning her momentum against her. Sam charged in, the machete in his left hand now, easily cutting through the seemingly endless swarm of vampires.

With a rueful glance at his ruined machete, Dean took up a position to cover Cas's flank. Maybe he couldn't charge back into battle like Sam, but he could at least keep the small fry off the angel's back.

“This reminds me of the place we first met, Cas,” Dean called over his shoulder.

Cas grunted. “Hell was nothing like this, Dean. This barn has no resemblance to Alistair's pit.”

“What?” Dean shook his head. Right, sometimes he forgot about the whole raised-you-from-perdition thing. Maybe he needed to get that handprint tattooed back on or something...if he could face Sammy's teasing. “No, I meant the barn, man. Where I tried to shoot you.”

With a twist of his hips Cas flipped Jenny onto her back and wrapped one hand around her throat. “You also stabbed me,” he retorted. He was on limited power while he was on earth, but he had enough juice to burn Jenny out of existence.

“Still. Memories.”

There was a ragged cry from one of the vampire clowns—one of the few Sam hadn't managed to decapitate in the last five minutes (really, their heads just popped right off if you got the angle right...his high school history teacher had been so wrong). The vampire charged at Cas and the angel wasn't quite able to defend himself before he was driven back against one of the barn's support posts. Dean shouted a curse at the vampire and took a swing at his head.

The machete stuck. Dean swore and tugged it free, then swung again. The vampire went down, but it took a few more blows before he finally managed to separate the head from the body. “Dammit,” he swore, wiping his forehead on his sleeve. “Sammy?”

“Forty-seven,” Sam panted. He was doubled over, hands on his knees. “That was forty-seven vampire clowns. What the hell is happening?”

“Maybe Chuck's still in charge,” Dean theorized. “Cas?”

The angel grunted. Dean twisted around to see Cas staring down at his own chest, then the angel slowly peeled back one lapel of his trench coat. “Oh. I've been impaled.”

It was the rusty bar Dean had narrowly avoided earlier. It was longer than he'd thought, and the tip was poking out of Cas's chest right below his heart. “Cas?”

“I'm all right,” Cas reassured him, though the spray of blood he coughed up wasn't very reassuring.

“Oh god,” Sam fisted both hands in his hair. “Wh-what do we do? Should we call Jack? Do you need an ambulance? Or, wait, a spell? Maybe, maybe there's something in the car...”

“Sam, this is nothing,” Cas protested. He gripped the bar with one hand, frowning a little when he wasn't able to push himself free. “Though I could use some assistance.”

“No-no-no-no!” Sam waved his hands frantically. He'd pulled a bandanna out of...somewhere...and was trying to put pressure on the wound around the rusty bar. “We'll just...we can control the bleeding, and-and Dean can call an ambulance, and they can take care of you at the hospital.”

“Sam...”

“I didn't even get to say good-bye last time,” Sam whispered.

Ouch. Damn. Dean felt that one, right in his gut. That spurred him to action. “Hey, it's okay,” he said, quietly. He placed a hand on one of Sam's arms and leaned in closer to study the wound. “You said it's not bad? 'Cause I'm pretty sure some of that's supposed to be on the inside.”

Cas coughed and the wound gurgled as he sucked in a breath. “It would be a fatal wound if I were human,” he admitted. “But it cannot kill me. It is merely...uncomfortable.”

“There, see?” Dean knocked his shoulder against Sam's. He was worried, too...he would never get used to seeing Cas injured, no matter how long they were together. Especially not since the angel always tended to get the more...dramatic injuries. Like now, Sam and Dean were coming out of the fight with barely a scratch between them, while Cas had been impaled on a piece of rusty metal.

The absurdity of the situation finally struck Dean. The piles of dead vampire clowns. The woman from their past, who had apparently been planning revenge for fourteen years even though they hadn't even remembered her name.

And, most of all, their badass angel-of-the-lord (even if the lord in question at the moment was their adopted kid) in his rainbow sweater vest and badass trench coat staring down at the metal protruding from his chest like it was personally offending him.

Oh. I've been impaled.

He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.

Sam turned, scandalized. Cas looked on with resigned amusement.

“He-he just,” Dean wheezed. “Like that snowman...just...”

Cas gave a long-suffering sigh and gripped the piece of metal in one hand. With a mighty twist it broke away from the barn's support beam, and with another wrench Cas had pulled it free from his body and dropped it to the floor. His legs buckled beneath him, but Sam caught him and eased him down, that ever-present bandanna pressed to the wound in Cas's chest.

“Oh man...it's gonna be okay, Cas. We'll...we'll figure this out.”

“Dude,” Dean staggered over to kneel next to them, tears of laughter running down his face. “He's fine, just...just let it go.”

“Stop quoting Frozen and put your hand here!” Sam snapped, yanking Dean closer. “We need to stop the bleeding!”

Cas just stared at them patiently while Sam rocked up to his knees to apply more pressure to his wound. Dean tried to help, he really did, but the entire situation was just spiraling too far out of control. If Chuck really was still writing their lives he'd obviously gone insane.

Sam peeled the bandanna back to check Cas's wound and there was...nothing. Just the smooth, colorful knit of his rainbow-colored sweater vest. Even the blood stains were gone, as though Cas had never been injured.

With a relieved sigh, Sam sank back onto his heels. Cas pushed himself up on his elbows, idly brushing at the straw that was sticking to his trench coat. Dean picked up the rusty piece of iron that had impaled Cas and flung it across the barn.

“Not today, Chuck!” he hollered after it. “No one's dying in some shitty barn in the middle of nowhere, you hear me?”

There was a companionable silence for a moment, then Sam suddenly shot to his feet and looked around. “We forgot about the kids!”

* * *

Jack sees his father both as a badass unstoppable force, and as the caring dad who always has time for him. Thus, when designing his wardrobe for his current resurrection, he went with the odd combination of cuddly rainbow vest and Neo-style trench coat. Oddly enough, it suits Cas more than anything else he's ever worn.

[lemonjoonah]

Dearest Author-nim,

I swear you always find the best gifs of BTS holy cow my throat is dry by the time I finish scrolling through your gif reposts 😭😭😭

How are you this week? Have you been able to sleep well?

I’m still rambling over Blood Bounty Yoongi, and I finally was able to start drawing him after excitedly viewing your permission to do so! May I ask for further details on his outfit design and hair style?

Always Remember, we love you!!! ^^

-🧡, 🦖 anon

🦖 anon! How are you?!

😂🤣😂 I’m glad to hear it! I’ve been trying to load my queue just recently to keep you all going when I’m at work, and those gif makers 🤤🥵 oooof they are creating some top notch content 😍. That Tae with the cake gif 😳, I’m not going to tell you how many times I watch that one 🤤😅. And then you have @jcngkooks uploading a memories of wembley gif series which I have been so in love with. Really gif creator ARMY is keeping us all so well fed (*mind flashes back to the cake gif* 😳🤤🥵).

This week has been good, busy but good. Sleep on the other hand has been very... elusive. I hope that’ll change soon though 😅😂.

Omg yes!!! I’d love to share some reference picks for what I imagine! I know what I have here is not exactly accurate to medieval era attire, but neither are vampires soooo 😜.

His jacket is just a long black coat, very simple since he uses it for excessive amounts of travel. The shirt he wears underneath, a white tunic.

Riding boots of course 😍🤤 with dark worn pants tucked inside. And a somewhat messy black haired Yoongi.

+Bonus info about his faithful stead.

This is his horse, a Friesian with a small white star on his forehead. Yoongi acquired this breed specifically because it is can carry more weight than most, making it a better fit for two riders.

[winteriine]

Apparently there’s a team that’s been working on a DSMP animated series for the past seven months, pretty dedicated. Does that seem interesting at all? and if so would you be interested in their discord? Because your animations are TOP NOTCH AMAZING HOLY COW

I’ve heard about that! It looks like it’s going to be an awesome production and I’d certainly be interested in it, but I’m not sure if I have enough experience to help out with it at all XD

But thank you so much!! I’m glad you enjoyed them <3

[blackcatanna]

Phoenix Wright: Rise from the Ashes OPINIONS

Greetings, Tumblrinos! I have FINALLY aquired the original Ace Attorney trilogy on PC and have just finished the first game. I didn’t have any issues with the first four cases BUT I have a lot of UNANSWERED QUESTIONS about the fifth case, which was not in the original game. There were many things I loved about it (it gave me so much delicious evidence to play with) but I feel like its long, complicated plot had a few more HOLES than I like to see in a game all about finding contradictions and I have to SHOUT MY QUESTIONS/OPINIONS TO THE GREAT TUMBLR VOID so heeeeere we go! :D SPOILERS (duh)!!!

NUMBER ONE: WHY did Gant MURDER NEIL MARSHALL?!??!?

This is never addressed in the game, which I found very odd. This case is, I think, the longest in the main series and yet it ended SO SUDDENLY?!? Gant admitted how he killed Goodman to stop him reopening the case but he never gave a motive for killing poor Marshall AND SO I am left to speculate.

Of course, we know that Gant wanted to control the prosecuters and so it’s reasonable to think that he did it purely to frame Ema and thus get Lana under his thumb. However, he states that his motive for collecting evidence against Ema was simply “insurance” in case the case was examined too closely...? Is he lying? He might lie in order to distance himself from Lana and Goodman’s murder but then he goes and confesses anyway so why would he bother to do that?

Okay, so, murdering Neil worked out pretty well for Gant. He was promoted, Lana was promoted and he had leverage over Lana AND SO it looks like Gant purely wanted to frame Ema and that’s why he killed Neil. HOWEVER, this is still WEIRD AF. 

Okay, so, in order for this to be EVEN REMOTELY PLAUSIBLE, Gant would have to be on the extreme end of murderous psychopathy. To murder your colleague who’s UNCONSCIOUS is just... It’s insane behaviour. He killed Goodman because Goodman was a threat. Marshall was just... THERE. ALSO, he’s have to be a huge hypocrite! Gant says that he did everything because he hates criminals and wants to catch them, no matter what AND YET HE LIFTS UP AN UNCONSCIOUS MAN, IMPALES HIM ON A SWORD AND PATS HIMSELF ON THE BACK FOR CONVICTING DARKE?!?! AND HE SEES NO ISSUES HERE?!?! 

Furthermore, I don’t think that any of this was necessary to convict Darke. Lana seems to think so but it looks like Marshall and Gant had pretty much cracked Darke when he made a run for it. Lana wasn’t there for the interrogation. Not sure how relevant Darke is to Gant’s motivation but it’s interesting that it’s thrown into the MOTIVATION SOUP that we’re presented with.

Therefore, it appears that Gant killed Neil because he believed that it was for the greater good: by controlling both the police and the prosecutors, he would be able to ensure that those he deemed to be guilty would be punished. Fair enough. 

Okay, so, Gant and Lana are about to crack the case. Gant states that he’s already up for his dream job. If they succeed, Lana will be able to become Head Prosecutor. SO all that Gant needs is leverage over Lana. BUT SURELY, she already admires and respects him. They’ve been partners for years. They’ve cracked many cases together. They are the dream team! Pretty sure they even have a name in game like “Dynamic Duo” or something... “Legendary Duo”, thank you, Google. Presumably, Lana trusts Gant. He could give her forged evidence or omit things and she would most likely use it without ever knowing, much like Miles Edgeworth did. 

SO, if Gant hadn’t killed Neil and framed Ema/Darke, Lana would most likely still be Queen Prosecutor and would trust Gant. So, not only did he take a HUGE RISK killing Neil (MORE ON THAT LATER), he also jeopardised the valuable relationship of trust between himself and Lana, replacing it with BLACKMAIL. Perhaps, blackmail might seem like a more solid bond to someone as TWISTED as Gant BUT there are two problems with this blackmail.

FIRSTLY, there is the possibility that the person being blackmailed will SNAP. This doesn’t seem to be a huge risk with Lana. SECONDLY, this blackmail is based on LIES. It potentially becomes USELESS if someone figures out that Ema is not responsible so he’d have to believe that he’d left no traces (so I guess we can add HUBRIS to his list of character flaws). Oh, and this brings up another problem. In order to follow through on his threats to Lana, he’d have to admit that he covered up the truth in the first place! 

Okay, so I have decided that killing Neil didn’t accomplish that much of a REWARD for Gant so let’s look at the RISK. He PICKED UP an unconscious, fully grown man without disturbing the other two unconscious people in the room or Neil himself. The building was full of people for the award ceremony, presumably. To be fair, it took place in Gant’s office and so it’s unlikely that anyone else would walk in but the office had massive windows! 

Although unlikely, the possibilty of someone else witnessing Gant’s murder definitely existed. Furthermore, there was the more likely possibility of someone IN THE ROOM regaining consciousness and catching him in the act. Darke had hit his head, but Ema had merely fainted and I can’t believe that Marshall never regained consciousness while someone cut out a segment from his waistcoat, PICKED HIM UP and SKEWERED HIM ON A SPIKE. I mean, c’mon. Even if you agree that it’s possible that he didn’t get woken up by being impaled, how would Gant be so sure that this wouldn’t happen. 

The more I talk about this, the more questions I have but I MUST SAVE THEM FOR NOW. 

Okay, so Gant walks into the room, sees three unconscious people and thinks, “Gee! I could totally do a murder right now and frame one of these people, tee-hee. OMG if I make it look like Ema did it, Lana will TOTALLY have to do what I say, like, for EVER.” So, Gant does a murder and tries to cover it up but leaves A FRIGGIN’ HUGE OBVIOUS TRAIL BEHIND HIM THAT ANY IDIOT COULD SPOT, HOLY COW. IN FACT, WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THAT NOW. 

WHY DID NOBODY QUESTION THAT THERE WAS A SQUARE CUT OUT OF MARSHALL’S WAISTCOAT??! THIS IS SO OBVIOSLY HIDING EVIDENCE!!! LANA EVEN HAD A PHOTO OF HIM WITH THE SQUARE MISSING AND A PHOTO OF HIM TAKEN MINUTES BEFORE WITH AN INTACT WAISTCOAT!!! NOBODY THOUGHT TO POINT THIS OUT?!?!?

WHY THE FLYING FUCK WOULD MARSHALL WRITE EMA’S NAME ON THE WOBBLY VASE?!?! This particular piece of evidence didn’t come to light until the current trial but it’s just so stupid! Obviously, Ema didn’t try to kill Marshall. It was an accident. Why would Marshall think, “I must not let this demon child get away with this heinous crime!” and use his last strength to do this nonsense. Furthermore, HE WAS IMPALED ON A SWORD. HE COULDN’T HAVE REACHED THE VASE. HE WAS TOTALLY SKEWERED. 

Speaking of that ugly-ass vase, did none of this top notch investigation team try and piece it together? Presumably, they did. That would bring up the question of the missing piece. Gant, you idiot! No wonder all of the investigators were suspicious. 

I guess that Gant thought he was untouchable and could just shut anything down with his authority but he made such a mess of everything that he was caught out by many people and eventually had to resort to  the ol’ Stabby Stabby just to shut people up. Gant’s supposed to be this brilliant person but he just comes across as an idiot with a TERRIBLE personality. I feel like a lot of Ace Attorney villains slip up because they’re in positions of power and think that they’re untouchable but I think that this is the stupidest one I’ve encountered so far. 

Okay, so, ASTONISHINGLY, Gant’s plan works. He gets away with THE MURDER and now it’s time for some sweet, sweet blackmail... He tells Lana that Ema will be convicted of murder if the truth gets out. Wait, WHAT??!?! HOW!? IN WHAT UNIVERSE COULD EMA BE SEEN TO BE GUILTY OF MURDER. Manslaughter, perhaps but she was acting in self defense! She pushed a guy wielding a knife. I DO NOT BUY THIS AT ALL. It seems likely to me that Lana would still co-operate because she was afraid of letting Ema know that she was responsible for Neil’s death but that seems to me to be the extent of the hold he has over Lana. Lana claims to have sold her soul for this. Does she believe that it’s worth it to spare her sister from the truth? Perhaps.

SO, IN SUMMARY, in order for this to be any kind of plausible, Gant has to be EXTREMELY SOCIOPATHIC, HUBRISTIC, HYPOCRITICAL and brimming with, my favourite, UNFATHOMABLE STUPIDITY! The UNFATHOMABLE STUPIDITY is what I have the biggest problem with. He is supposed to be SMART and CAPABLE. So are the rest of the team assigned to the serial killer case. I just, ugh... It doesn’t make sense... 

NUMBER 2 (finally): WHERE’S THE BLOOD, BITCH?

Why is there so much blood by Lana’s desk in Gant’s office? Neil died on the other side of the room AND YET there is no trace of blood to be found there! I sprayed the HECK out of that suit of armour and there was NOTHING. If Neil was skewered there, he would, PRESUMABLY have bled A LOT. Also when they UN-SKEWERED HIM. In fact, we know that he was coughing up LOADS OF BLOOD while he was skewered, thanks to Lana’s photo. SO, WHY. IS. THERE. NO. BLOOD. THERE. Presumably, Gant had the office thoroughly cleaned in the TWO YEARS since the incident but, then, why can I still see blood in Lana’s half? And surely there would have been blood traces there two years ago when this, ALLEGEDLY, UBER-COMPETANT TEAM investigated? 

Number 3: WHY THE EVERLOVING FLYING FUCK did the police decide that Goodman had been MURDERED in the evidence room?!??!

What did the police find to lead them to believe that a murder had been committed?!? They had a video showing someone dressed like Goodman entering the evidence room, followed by that annoying af megaphone guy, who got beaten up, cut on the hand and knocked unconscious. THAT’S NOT A MURDER. NOBODY DIED. THERE WAS NOTHING TO INDICATE THAT A MURDER HAD TAKEN PLACE! WHY WOULD THEY REPORT IT AS A MURDER, LET ALONE GOODMAN’S MURDER!!?!? THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE!?! 

Furthermore, WHY WOULD THEY HAVE MEEKUMS DELIVER THE REPORT TO EDGEY BOY WHEN HE WAS THE ONE THEY SOMEHOW DECIDED WAS THE MURDERER?!?!? At the time, I thought that Gant sent Meekums or whatever his name was (cba to look it up because he was SO ANNOYING) because he knew that Edgeworth would ignore him because he was so annoying and he’d be able to make Edgeworth look bad in court later. But, seriously, what was even in that file? There was no murder!!! If Gant was trying to throw us off, why would he draw our attention to the evidence room and the two-year-old case?!? Whyyyyyyyy!?!?

Tbh, I have no explanation for any of this. IT DOES. NOT. COMPUTE. 

THING THE FOURTH: Why was Lana’s hand not bleeding in Angel’s photo?

Lana says that she cut her hand because she was shaking while stabbing Goodman’s corpse. YET, Angel’s photo VERY CLEARLY shows her without any injury. Angel ran down to the car park because she saw Lana stabbing Goodman. Therefore, by the time Angel took the photo, Lana must have already stabbed the guy. Also, Angel states that she saw Lana stab Goodman repeatedly and that she was wearing a muffler. So, the stabbity stabbity must have happened before the photo was taken. 

Question the Fifth: Who the Hell calls an exhaust pipe a “muffler”?!?!

Well, I just googled it and it’s something that reduces noise coming from the exhaust pipe. Yay learning!

Question the Sixth: Why did the cameras not catch Gant giving Goodman the old stabby stabby? 

Presumably, Gant erased the footage immediately after exiting the room but this was never addressed, for some reason. I guess it was already a long af case but I like details, dammit!

7: How did Gant clean up so quickly?!?

Bruce Goodman died of bloodloss. That’s A LOT of blood to clean up! He summoned Edgeworth to the room to collect the screwdriver only 20 minutes after he himself first entered the evidence room with Goodman. In those twenty minutes, he must have had the fight with Goodman, waited for him to stop bleeding, moved the body, stuffed it into Edgeworth’s trunk, found cleaning products, mopped up ALL THE BLOOD from a guy who DIED OF BLOODLOSS, hiden whatever it was that soaked up the blood (slorp), erased the video footage and somehow not got ANY BLOOD on himself and WASN’T SEEN by ANYONE stuffing a body into a car ON THE DAY OF DATA TRANSFERENCE!?!? HOW?!

8: Seriously, how many identical white detective coats are there?!?!

Marshall wears one to impersonate Goodman, Goodman is wearing one when he is MURDERED, Lana is wearing one in Angel’s photo and, weirdly, it has a bloodstain on it in the same place that Marshall’s one does. However, we can still see Marshall’s costume coat sticking out of his locker. WEIRD. 

SO YEAH

This concludes my list of puzzling things in this episode! There are probably more random things that I’ve forgotten but, in that case, they can’t be bugging me too much. What really IRKS me is the question of the “murder” in the evidence room and how UNFATHOMABLY STUPID everyone, especially Gant was 2 years ago. These two things just make the episode feel a bit incomplete to me. I admire the ambition of this episode but I feel like some things slipped through the cracks and left my brain aching for the wrong reasons.

[chyrstis]

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A is an excellent letter, full of excellent people:

1. @autumnyte - Shoot, if you love Saints Row, you will find so many excellently characterized bosses here, as well as some top-notch fic of them. I love all of them so darn much it’s not even funny, and have some fond memories of a lot of their shenanigans. You also couldn’t find a kinder and more supportive person here to talk meta and story details with. Lately they’ve been posting about Life is Strange 2, so you can find some great content for it there along with an ongoing fic being posted as well, and I highly recommend you check it out!

2. @amistrio - Oh, man. Some of the best Far Cry 5 fic around’s here, and you’re guaranteed to be on the best kind of emotional rollercoaster once you pick a fic and buckle in for the ride. But you’ll walk out the other side absolutely adoring Matthew, guaranteed, and possibly want to buy him all of the coffee as well. Also, so damn supportive, and every kind word’s come when I’ve needed it most.

3. @antivanbrandy - Gorgeous Saints Row art, with such a lovely boss as well. Lux was hilarious in every interaction she had with Matt, and every sketch and comic was full to bursting with personality that couldn’t (and shouldn’t) be contained. Also, the commission I snagged of my boss V remains one of my favorite images of her (if not my top fave) just because of how well Brandy captured her energy. Also, just a seriously sweet person all around.

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5. @alienfirst​ - Between Pacific Rim and Critical Role, you’ll have beautiful art to look at for days. I’ve got such a huge soft spot for their Campaign One work (and perc’ahlia), but it’s all so vibrant and lovely to look at, holy cow.

[rawrschach-x]

Just found your comic the other day and I must say it is so refreshing. I love Lore Olympus but holy cow your comic is so pretty and Hades’ character design is top notch. Keep it up! Thank you so much for putting this out into the world!