#Exercise Modes

[jacky93sims]

ESTATE Multitrainer Functional for The Sims 2

This is a 4to2 conversion from Felixandre, low poly. It's just my attempt to make a new exercise machine for the game because I hate the base game one xD Animations are not perfect but I think it's worth a try. A bunch of recolors are included.

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[angerieque]

have the courage to align your actions with your desires, and not your fears.

[20peachtrees]

art block kicking my ass but i’m constantly inspired by the work of my fav creators leeeike @enden-agolor ‘s au ^^ again. scene pulled directly from their fic which is really good

[epicqtefail]

ever since tumblr started automatically saving posts to drafts it has captured what literally every pattern of thought i have is like

[princessnijireiki]

weirdest casualty of long Covid (besides. yk. the Incurable Disability) is in terms of linguistic processing I can truly no longer talk or sing as fast as I used to

not that I was super fast before, but one of the days I was sickest, words actually stopped... meaning anything? like I was at work, I was hitting my DT script, but was pushing through on pure muscle memory phonetically. I could process what I was hearing or reading just fine, but could not talk outside of this heavily repetitive workplace script, which is actually very dystopian now that I think about it. virus hitting the brain means I'm a zombie that can't speak except to say, "HIII :) whatcanIgetstartedferyouthismorning?"

anyway, thought it was just fatigue, but went to my car on my break, watched a trending video of people trying to rap along to Fergalicious at double speed. I could LIP SYNC to it just fine. I tested my theory. but I could NOT get my mouth and voice to work at the same time to actually sing/rap it. even now, tbh, I have to make myself NOT think about it while rapping it to get the words to flow out or I get stuck. like it's truly something in the brain for where you process speech, but not where you process just lyrical phonics like music. I have to consciously make a REAL effort to turn off the "word" part of my brain to be fast again.

I speak perfectly legibly, I can genuinely get up to decently fast normal talking speeds, just not Northeastern fast-fast. but it comes up in music a surprising amount, and it's kind of annoying to have lost as a skill.

[honnelander]

crush

alright, this is such a niche and self-indulgent little piece of writing bc i freaking LOVE this (awful and huge asshole) character buuut i do like to write for whatever i love in the moment sooo here's a little Brad Wolfe aka Hunter X-5 fic (he's cute ok??) (and if you're into marvel and are not watching the loki series, PLEASE go watch it! it's so amazing!) credit to @mrsbawar21-blog for the still!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.8

pairing: Brad Wolfe (Hunter X-5) x reader

summary: Mobius could tell Brad knew you a lot better than he was letting on, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

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taglist: @antrenna @buggy0827 @laviiv @feelinmatcha @ivonarfsh @facelessfionna @deserticwren @shadydeanmuffin

"See? Isn't this nice, Brad?" Mobius asked his beige jumpsuit-claded prisoner as he sipped on his vanilla milkshake, happy as a clam. "I mean, literally ten minutes ago we were at each other's throats, yelling at one another, and here we are," Mobius gestured around with his hands, emphasizing the 1980s McDonald's they were currently sitting in, "sharing a meal like two adults."

"Yeah, and you also tortured me," Brad replied quickly, not missing a beat as he kept his gaze set on the pair of Lokis conversing in the parking lot through the window. He drummed his fingers on the plastic tabletop, bouncing his leg up and down as he quickly glanced at Mobius with a quirked eyebrow. "Forgot to mention that part, huh?"

"Yeah, and you called me a 'nobody'," Mobius rebutted quickly, a hint of irritation dripping from his voice. He stopped himself, shaking his head slightly with closed eyes as he exhaled curtly.

Now wasn't the time to dispute that and the silver-haired TVA analyst knew that arguing with X-5- or Brad, whoever, was a waste of everyone's time and he didn't feel like renewing their earlier verbal scrimmage here when there were more pressing matters at hand. Ultimately, Brad did bring them to Slyvie in the end so that must count for something, right?

"But, that doesn't matter. See, I even bought you a shake," Mobius said, reaching across the table to pick up Bradley's vanilla shake and put it closer to him. "A little peace offering."

Brad's eyes flitted to Mobius' obvious olive branch for a second before looking back up to the analyst, unimpressed. After a beat, he raised his right hand, jabbing an accusatory index finger at Mobius, as he cocked his head to the side, saying, "But you did slap me, right in the face. I'm not gonna forget that."

"Just take the shake, Brad," Mobius said swiftly, slightly exasperated as he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

Now, Mobius M. Mobius prided himself on his seemingly never-ending well of patience, but even he felt himself start to get annoyed at Brad's unrelenting persistence on being as difficult as can be. Did he always try to be as annoying as possible or was this just how the ex-hunter always is naturally? It was exhausting.

The former minute man-turned-actor glanced down at the shake again, leaving it untouched before looking out the window to refocus on the Lokis outside. "What- what are they even doing out there?" he asked with a huff, gesturing a hand towards the pair of variants. "It's like they're going over every detail of their relationship or something."

"Yeah, well," Mobius relented with a small sigh, taking another sip of his shake. "There's a lot of baggage to unpack when you're basically in a relationship with yourself," he explained casually like he was talking about a bad day at the office.

Brad picked up on the slight disdain in his captor's tone but he didn't care enough to broach the topic any further. Instead, Brad sighed in slight disgust as he resumed drumming his fingers on the table saying, "God... it's weird."

Not wanting to harp on his partner's unorthodox romantic relationship any more than he had to, Mobius picked up a plastic fork, getting ready to dig into his pie. "Now, why don't you tell me a little bit more about your movie, huh?"

Brad rolled his eyes and scoffed at Mobius's obvious deflecting technique. "What about it?"

"Tell me about all about it." The analyst took a forkful of pie, asking with an encouraging smile, "Is it a horror flick?"

"Oh, come on, Mobius. You don't care."

"No, really! I'm serious," he said through a mouthful of pie. "The poster we saw looked scary."

Not being one to pass up discussing his work and real life that awaited him back on the sacred timeline, Brad took the bait. "It's not scary... it's elevated thriller," he explained in a slightly matter-of-fact tone, waving his hand around for emphasis. In a condescending tone, he added, "It's cinema, thank you very much."

Mobius had no clue if there really was a difference between a scary movie and an 'elevated thriller', since it all sounded the same to him, but he appreciated Brad's enthusiasm on the topic.

Lifting his milkshake up to his mouth to try and hide his amused smirk, Mobius relented, "Oh, my bad. You're right... 'elevated thriller', got it." He nodded as he took a sip, putting his cup back down when he was finished. "I'll have to check that out then."

"And you have to get your own ticket!" Brad continued. "I'm not hooking you up. Especially not after all of," he waved his hands around at their current setting, "this."

"Right, of course," Mobius agreed patiently, watching Brad with a small smile. "I'll get my own tickets."

After his small spiel, the ex-hunter let out a small sigh. He blinked, a look of recognition overcoming his face as he straightened up like he was remembering the situation he was currently in.

He turned his torso to face Mobius head-on, putting his arms on the table and motioning towards the TVA analyst's meal. "Look, why don't we get this all to go, huh? It- it packs right up. Why don't we just- get it to go, so we can get out of here," he said, emphasizing the second half of his sentence as he mimicked packing something up and motioned towards the exit.

"We can't do that," Mobius rejected quickly. "Not yet, anyway. I haven't finished eating and besides, y/n hasn't even gotten her food yet," he added, jabbing a thumb over at you, who was loitering by the cashier in the front, hands on your hips as you looked up at the menu.

Brad followed Mobius' thumb, huffing out another irritated sigh at your figure and rolling his eyes. "She's still ordering? We don't have time for this- God," he muttered under his breath and slumped in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "She always takes forever to do anything," he added with a mumble.

However, Brad's little admission right there didn't escape Mobius' keen ears. Trying to keep casual, he dug back into his pie. "'Takes forever to do anything', huh?" he asked nonchalantly. "It kinda sounds like you know a lot about y/n."

Brad's eyes flashed to Mobius's briefly before looking elsewhere, shifting in his plastic seat. "Yeah, well, she's your partner, isn't she?" He glanced out at Loki for a second, "Or, at least one of them? You should know how slow she can be sometimes."

The silver-haired analyst shook his head once. "She's not slow. I prefer the term meticulous, actually."

For whatever reason, Brad felt the need to clarify himself, which Mobius couldn't help but find interesting since he knew X-5 to be a guy who always brazenly said what was on his mind no matter the circumstances.

"I didn't mean slow as in stupid," Brad quickly clarified. "I-I meant as in she just takes a long time to do anything."

"Uh-huh," Mobius replied simply, secretly enjoying how bent out of shape the man in front of him was getting. "Right."

"Yeah..." Bradley trailed off, finally picking up his forgotten shake and taking a long sip of it, avoiding Mobius's expectant gaze. After a few beats of silence, he put his shake back on the table, looking over at Mobius with an annoyed glance. "What?"

"Nothing," Mobius replied easily, looking over at Brad once again before looking back at his food, munching on a fry. "I just think it's interesting how you know how 'slow' y/n can be sometimes, that's all."

"Look," he looked back at Mobius, a hint of irritation (and embarrassment?) in his features. "Whatever little 'thing' you're trying to imply here between me and her, just drop it."

Mobius perked up, looking back at his prisoner. There it was again, Brad's peculiar choice of words. "'Drop it'? Don't you mean 'give it up'? Since 'giving up' would imply that there's absolutely nothing there, whereas 'dropping it' would mean that something is there but you just don't want to talk about it?"

Brad sat up. "Drop it, give it up- whatever Mobius, just stop talking about it."

A smile started to creep up on Mobius's face, finding joy in all of this. This little impromptu interrogation was turning out to be a lot more fun than the last one he had with the actor. "'It'? So there's an 'it' now? What's 'it'? Do you mean your little crush on y/n?"

The actor's body stiffened for a nanosecond before turning to fully face the analyst. "Mobius, I swear to God-"

"OH! So that's a 'yes'!" Mobius declared, hitting the tabletop playfully with a grin, his smile only getting wider at seeing Brad become more and more agitated. "You do have a crush on y/n! Aw, that's so adorable Bradley, really."

The ex-hunter leaned back in his chair, scrunching up his face as he looked to away. "'A crush'? Really, Mobius? What are we- five? Please."

"Oh, so you love her?"

Brad's eyes widened, snapping back to look at him. "What? No, I don't-"

"Oh, that's ok," Mobius reassured with a wave. "Maybe your crush on her will blossom into love one day, who knows? I mean, life is crazy right?" He got another forkful of pie as he said, "I just can't believe that you had a crush on my partner this whole time and I didn't even notice. What kind of analyst am I?"

Mobius shook his head, laughing at his own joke. It seemed so obvious to him now. He should've realized that X-5 had some type of feelings for his long-time work partner eons ago. He always thought it was strange how X-5 would randomly stop to chat with them, well, with you mostly he now realized, at seemingly random times throughout the day, like when you both were having lunch in the cafeteria or how X-5 would always be the minute man to volunteer and be the muscle for one of your missions if need be. He had always thought it was weird and strange, but now it just made sense.

"Mobius," Brad said, letting out a defeated sigh. "Can you just, drop it? Please?"

Mobius looked back up, eyebrows raised as he looked up at the former minute man. "And now you're saying 'please'? Wow, you're just full of surprises today Bradley, aren't you?" he asked with a disbelieving laugh. He watched as Brad slunk back into his seat, a resigned look on his face. Ever the kind soul, Mobius kinda felt kinda bad for him. "Hey, look," Mobius started, in a softer tone, "X-5, Brad, Bradley, whatever you want to be called, your secret is safe with me, alright? I won't tell her, I promise."

The movie star was quiet for a moment, sucking on his teeth. Even though he personally might not like Mobius, he did know that Mobius was a man of his word and kept his promises so, he had no choice but to trust him. "Yeah, well... thanks," he said, flashing the analyst with a quick look of gratitude as he rapt his knuckle on the table.

"Hey, no problem," Mobius said, regarding the man across from him for another moment before finishing up his pie. With a small, surprised laugh, Mobius said, "You know, I just think it's funny how a," jerk, he thought to himself, "guy like you ends up with a little, school-yard crush on such a kind and caring person like y/n."

Brad raised an eyebrow at Mobius's choice of words. "'A guy like me'? Liking someone like her? What is that supposed to mean Mobius?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied innocently. "I just think it's funny. I guess, in this case, opposites really do attract, huh?"

"Oh, what? Now you're calling me a jerk?" Brad started, ready to go at it with Mobius again. "Why don't you just-"

"Hey, guys," you said, finally arriving at the table with a brown to-go paper bag with your food, sliding into the seat next to Mobius, your partner, unknowingly stopping the argument that was about to take place. "Sorry I took so long. There were just so many options to choose from, you know? It was hard to decide."

Now that Mobius was keen on Brad's little crush on you, he couldn't help but want to mess with him even further. "Ah that's ok y/n, I know that sometimes those things can be a little slow," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards when Brad sent him a glare. "So don't worry about it."

"No word from Loki yet?" you asked, completely oblivious to the invisible sparing match occurring between the two men. "They're still out there?" you asked as you leaned on the table, craning your neck to try and see the two variants better.

"No, nothing yet. Hey, y/n," Mobius said suddenly, hitting your shoulder slightly like he had just come up with a great idea. "Why don't you move and sit next to Brad? I think he has a better vantage point to see them than I do," he innocently suggested, sending Brad a good-natured wink.

Brad nearly face-palmed himself. He forgot that Mobius could sometimes be as subtle as a baseball bat. "Mobius," he warned lowly.

But the mentioned analyst continued unphased. "And while you're sitting over there, watching the Lokis, you know, next to Brad," he added again for emphasis, "you can eat your meal."

"Oh, no need," you answered easily, to which question, the guys didn't know. "I got my food to go."

"See?" Brad quickly straightened, a newfound urgency in his tone and movements are he looked back and forth between you and Mobius. "She's smart, she got her food to go, to have back at the TVA. Which is exactly where we all need to be. Right now. Let's go."

"Jeez, Brad, what is it with you?" He asked exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "You're like a broken record. First, you're all like, 'get me back to the sacred timeline' and now you're all like, 'get me out of here'." He shook his head. "It's like you-"

"Know something," you said, cutting off Mobius' train of thought, your eyes looking at your beige jumpsuited prisoner with a calculating gaze.

At your words, Mobius stopped his spiel, blinking as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes looking over at Brad in thought. "Do you know something?" he asked.

Brad, however, stayed quiet. He picked up his milkshake, swirling it around before taking a couple of sips as he turned his body away from you both, looking out the window.

"Hey," Mobius said a little more firmly, slapping the actor's forearm to get his attention. "Don't get all quiet on me now, Zaniac. What do you know? Is this a setup?"

"It's an ambush," you said.

But Brad continued to suck on the straw, not looking at either of you.

"Bradley, answer me," Mobius said forcefully.

Brad put his milkshake down, swallowing the sweet treat before looking at you. "We need to get out of here," was all he said.

You held eye contact with him, discerning the urgency and panic you saw held within his gaze. You couldn't help but feel that when Brad had said 'we', he really only meant you and him. His look and words sent a shiver down your spine.

Mobius was the first to get up, the rest of his meal forgotten. "Alright, let's go. We need to regroup with Loki so our friend Brad here can tell us what's really going on." He picked up his tray, walking over to the trash to dump the rest of his fast food scraps away, and put his tray on top of the can.

Brad held your stare for another moment before finally blinking, breaking the spell, as he hastily got up himself. "Finally," he muttered. He tossed his drink away as he quickly followed behind Mobius.

But you didn't move. You stared at the now empty spot that X-5 had occupied seconds ago, trying to discern why you felt that he knew about a lot more than just this current situation.

As always, your long-time partner and best friend knew when you needed to be broken out of your train of thought and get you back on track. "Y/n!" Mobius called out as he headed towards the exit. "Let's go!"

Snapping back to reality, you blinked, shaking off your wandering thoughts and stood up, following Mobius and Brad outside. Now wasn't the time to analyze Brad's actions and choice of words, right now all you needed to know was what Brad knew right at this moment and why he was so adamant about getting back to the TVA.

If you wanted to question Brad more, you could do that later. He was your prisoner after all and time worked differently in the TVA, right?

[lionscion]

🌌+ obligatory werewolf au

Send ' 🌌+ a universe / au ' and I’ll make an AU verse based off of it. (Accepting)

((Of course fellow person of culture 🤝

I discuss minor spoilers for the game South of Midnight in here so Imma just shove the rest under a readmore.

So little preamble first: I'm sure you've heard of loup-garous and rougarous right? For those who dunno, loup-garous are France's version of werewolves, and then when the French came to North America their lore began to change a bit and get more variations as it blended with Native American mythos. This kept going until they got so distinct you got rougarous, which are still a part of the American South's own collective lore and mythos today :)

I also say all this cause due to the numerous variations of these werewolf myths, my understanding of loup-garou traits may differ slightly from others' due to what sources we each read, so sorry if they don't line up exactly with what others may have learned. I also am basing this on the loup-garou because French muse.

So, that preamble out of the way...

For setting up this AU, I just set it in a typical middle ages fantasy setting similar to mainverse FE's (just, vanilla instead of actual FE's specifically). Ares was still rescued and adopted by his Javarro-equivalent in this verse after his home burned down like in canon and all that, and the Leonster collapse equivalent is what causes him to become a loup-garou.

Cause see the way to become a loup-garou varies a ton, but the version I chose is supposedly one of the oldest, taken right from medieval French oral tradition. And it has to do with 'something in the person's life to act as an initial trigger'. There's also a bit about tasting human flesh as the thing to complete the transformation but for simplicity I just stuck to the trigger part. We dunno what that trigger is supposed to be, but I like the idea put forth by the new game South of Midnight (play it it's awesome) for its rougarou character: witnessing a sufficiently traumatic event (or events) and being overcome with the torment it caused. Hence, Ares' mom and home going up in a fiery blaze after already losing his dad is his trigger.

Javarro doesn't see a traumatized kid tho. Like in mainverse, he sees dollar signs. Cause becoming a loup-garou is what allows Ares to survive his home's collapse in this universe just like in mainverse with his Hodr blood, and he finds Ares surrounded by the carnage of people he tore up in self-defense in wolf form. Given France actually had a witch trial-esque werewolf panic going on in the middle ages, Ares was actually still in danger. Kid or not, if anyone found out what he became, they'd burn his ass at the stake. And Javarro probs considered it too for the money reward of catching one, but luckily for Ares he was greedy and ambitious enough to think he'd make more bank if he hid and raised this new wolf kid as a merc in his company like in mainverse.

So events unfold similarly to mainverse in that he grows up a merc and all that and becomes quite good at it. Loup-garous are known to be fully in control and aware while in wolf form -- memories, personality, everything -- so Ares only ever used it on jobs to kill enemies and stuff...as well as despicable people he bumped into. So rather than a rep as the Black Knight like mainverse, he creates a legend/rep around his loup-garou form nobody knows is his (tho it does start toget sussy that this scary black-furred loup-garou repeatedly shows up wherever Javarro's group is). Meanwhile Javarro still does the 'you owe me' bullshit too, except now he also reminds Ares of what will happen if anyone ever finds out what he is.

He doesn't make this an outright threat to Ares until Ares eventually has his fallout with him and defects. Javarro still tries to kill him and all that, and in the process Ares' identity as a loup-garou gets outed and so now everyone is on his ass. Ares accidentally paints an especially bad picture cause, the scene people find is a loup-garou slaughtering the guy he treated like a dad their whole life. Naturally, nobody wants to hear from the loup-garou that he only killed in self-defense either. Talk about accidentally cranking the hysteria up several notches.

And that's where I think things left off. Alone, hunted by humans, the usual werewolf things. With all his newfound free time he now wants to go hunt down the person who he thinks is responsible for his dad's death (Seliph-equivalent), and there is room in there for him also going back to save the Lene/Laylea equivalent from danger like in mainverse, but I just leave it out in this summary to keep it simple.

Some rougarou myths say that they were a communal sort of werewolf type that would gather in swamps and forests to party and shit before going on hunts together, and personally I like that as a place for Ares to end up in. Like finding people like himself who actually give a fuck like he does in mainverse.

Miscellaneous tidbits about his loup-garou form I couldn't fit in above:

Can transform anytime but involuntarily transforms under full moons and is stuck that way til dawn.

Usual werewolf powers (super strength, enhanced senses, etc.) with one weakness (fire).

Some irl loup-garou myths say they are often connected with vengeance and protecting wronged innocents, so that's another reason I chose this werewolf flavor for him.

Also I misread this prompt originally and thought I had to include the sender in the verse too so I figured I would throw in what I had written down for Zelkov until I caught myself cause I thought it was still fun:

Fellow loup-garou who became one young like Ares did

No stranger to vengeance urges like Ares so I thought that could be a neat connection here

Is now part of the communal werewolf group that actually gives a fuck that Ares stumbles upon

And that's about all I thought out for this one ty for enabling my werewolf brainrot <3 ))

[dany36]

IT’S HERE!!!! 😍😍😍😍

[oh-puck-no]

my heart rate is officially high enough that my watch is telling me to calm down so there's that

[bredforloyalty]

I 🩷 WORK i want to be at work and go back to work as soon as possible and be there at work

[jacky93sims]

Stand With Barbells Functional for The Sims 2

As requested I created a functional workout station for your sims (teen to elder) to exercise.

I used Lil Diva Weight Lifting Animations (you need to download the animations from her page) and the Barbell and Dumbbells from that post too but I edited them in order to be used with this object so if you want to use it but you have the old meshes in your download folder, you need to delete them and use these ones instead.

The stand is based on an accessories posebox; when the accessory spawn you need to wait a little for it to appear. Then sims will perform the actions and gain fun, body skill points, fitness enthusiasm and lose weight.

The original object is a 4to2 conversion from Severinka, low poly. Found in Hobby-Exercise

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[angerieque]

every morning run, every late-night study session, every mindful meal — it all adds up.

[mossappreci8or]

i fundamentally believe that everyone should have a choice when it comes to their level of activity and what they do with their bodies but i gotta say. some people do not know what they have. i am trying my best to be grateful for what i can do and not compare myself to others but it does get to me when people don’t appreciate that they can push their limits and know that they’ll be able to recover or at least not immediately be bedridden. this feeling does not match my principles but i feel it nonetheless

[doedipus]

I feel like at the end of the day, even if you can provide an example of someone that could be described as having like, a gendered experience similar to trans women while technically having been afab, like, this does not carry over to the average traditionally tme person trying to claim transfemininity for themselves.

in practice it almost always comes off poorly. either it's misplaced idealism that all trans people broadly navigate gender in the same ways and are therefore wholly interchangeable, or it's some straightforwardly appropriative thing where aspects of transfem bodies/language/subcultures we're often othered over are seen as fashionable when other people emulate them, or some combination thereof.

but at the end of the day transfems need resources and community with other transfems, specifically. there's common ground to be organized around politically, of course, but for practical purposes, we have to be able to easily find info about feminizing hrt, voice training, medical procedures, and so on, we need transfem forward spaces where we can talk amongst ourselves and support each other without people talking over us, and people being weaselly about their relationship to what we mean when we say transfem because they think it makes them cool or whatever will make it harder to organize these kinds of important things in the long run!

[echo-the-artist]

This is an as of right now, unfinished writing exercise takes place in my Early Chipped Petra AU, after this post, I will expand on this as I get more ideas

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"Petra, please stop... Ple-Plea-Please!" Pama begged as it spoke through Jesse, still twisting his voice into something wrong and corrupted, even as his body twitched with every glitch. "D-Do not deactivate me..."

Petra froze as she stared down, gazing into those horrible red eyes. She has to focus, to pull out that heart, one more good tug and it would all be over. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't help but listen.

"I kno-know I've made some v-ver-very poor decisions recently, but I can sh-show you so much..."

Pama's voice almost sounded forced, glitchy. It almost seemed pathetic... Yet somehow convincing, for a only a single, split second, Petra blinked and she was back at that machine, staring into Jesse's emerald green eyes. At the time, they were wide, filled with guilt and his expression held nothing but anguish.

And then she opens her eyes, and she's back on the platform, back to reality.

"I-I can help you get h-home, you can be a be-b-b-better friend... I can be useful... To you..."

And there it is. There's that stupid word again. It's all just a trick, to get her guard down. Fury immediately boiled Petra's blood, replacing any temptations that screamed at her to stop. "Not happening, Pama." Petra growled, venom dripping with every word she spoke, fueled by a rage she's never felt before "You're useless..."

Pama's pleading stare morphed into a glare as Petra's hands tugged at the heart once again.

"Pl-Please st-st-stop! Will you? I-I'm af-fraid..." Pama pleaded once more as its core slowly slipped from its place. It's begging cries only served as fuel for the faint smile on her lips. Oh how satisfying it is to know it would be finished.

With the satisfying rippling of wires and loosened screws, the heart was finally removed. It was over

"NOOOOooooo!"

Pama's final cry was like music to the ears, Petra almost laughed, and she would have, had her gaze not drifted to Jesse, had she not seen him collapse.

"JESSE!" The heart in her hands dropped, as the warrior cradled Jesse in her lap, any sense of joy having melted into despair. "Please wake up! Come on, Jesse!" But Jesse didn't move, not one inch... His chest didn't rise up and down... His pulse was weak.

"Jesse, please don't leave! The gang needs you..." Petra let the tears fall and the sobs escape, they deserved to be set free... She deserved this pain... She knew it... "I need you..." As Petra's words turned to sobs, something wrapped around her, something shifted in her lap. It was Jesse. He's awake, alive and breathing.

Relief washed over her, Petra opened her mouth, letting another cry leave as she returned Jesse's hug, burying her face into his shoulder, choked apologies slipping through her sobs. Jesse didn't say anything, he simply held his embrace, his own tears forming, he rubbed circles into Petra's back, even if that simple movement sent jolts of pain up his body, squeezing his nerves, it was all he could do to comfort his friend

They stayed like that for a while, for how long, neither knew, but eventually, Petra had to pull away, wiping her tears, her gaze drifting upwards in a sense of calm defeat. "We have to get back up", Petra's expression mirrored Jesse's as her eyes landed back down into his tired, teary eyes, he looked so exhausted, and she couldn't blame him. Jesse, still without a word, tried to get up, it seemed neither his body nor gravity were on his side, for he was nearly sent tumbling back down and caught in Petra's grasp. "Take it easy, Jesse"

[tonydaddingham]

I’m so torn on whether I want there to be an angsty desperate mid-season kiss before the resolution just to make us scream or drag the tension out til right after the resolution when everything is Finally Settled For Good and rain is falling and Aziraphale can make his apology/confession and it’s slow and tender and deep

(either way, if the Penultimate Kiss isn’t a 360-degree revolving shot I don’t want it, v much convinced that was what Neil wanted to do for the Final Fifteen before he changed his mind)

i genuinely daydream about this (and s3 in general) an ungodly amount (do i just need to pull on my big girl pants and dive into the foray of writing fic??? probably) and try to juggle what would make sense for the narrative and the characters, and make it less about what i want to see from s3 personally ep1 sex scene cold open + '7 days earlier titlecard'

babes i know this is not at all what you asked for (tldr at the bottom) but bugger it im gonna write out where im currently at with the whole 'i would give all my worldly goods for s3 to go something like this'

(and if i ever write fic consider this basically the framework) (and therefore is half serious half bants) (and if nothing else helps keep meta/speculation straight in my head - imagining it all in context):

ep1 cold opens with another BTB flashback but set after the s2 one (aziraphale and crowley arguing about the brewing rebellion for example, aziraphale tries to warn him again etc, no wing lift), and then hard cut to modern day aziraphale, stood in the exact same position but alone, in his new regalia blah blah blah, roll opening theme

so ep1 is likely gonna be a fair bit of exposition of the second coming, right? maybe there's a timeskip? either way we get glimpses into their existences in the After. im undecided whether crowley would remain in london, or specifically the bookshop? (i think he would, because there's opportunity for a mirror of the 'he saved my books' moment - ie. not let muriel sell a single one - which im sure you can imagine could be Delicious later on), but in any case i think crowley - given that he's keeping tabs on tadfield etc in s2 - would start noticing that maybe the world isn't quite right, Loads of people have started going missing (also dropped as clues in s2), natural disasters etc. Hmm This Is Strange

meanwhile, we get a bit of insight into aziraphale's daily headache in heaven, until they finally get the fax from 'god' about the plane carrying the big JC (and, look, Whoever it is that gets off the plane, whatever theory you subscribe to, let's say hypothetically it's absolutely not jezzy c and aziraphale knows it... warlock? idk). aziraphale realises it's all gone A Bit Wrong, ah shit gonna need to talk to crowley.... rolls credits

(plus im sure there will be new characters plus possible reintroductions of previous ones etc etc that will need screentime)

so they don't interact at all until ep2, not until maybe like 10 mins in - muriel calls mr crowley, he gets to the bookshop and walks in

aziraphale waiting in there, casual as you like with a dainty cupperty (wrong, he's shitting himself), and there's the awkward moment of 'oh when we were last here alone you snogged the living daylights out of me', but they're very much Not Talking (About It)

aziraphale explains what's going on, it's all going wrong, They Can't Find Josh, crowley probably gets a bit shitty with a bit of 'i told you so', aziraphale gets pissed off too because 'he's kinda got a point', but regardless please help

i think crowley would initially refuse - why would he want to be involved at all??? in ending humanity once and for all??? - and would probably leave after a bit of a wessex-flashback-callback of 'we're not having this conversation'/'fine'/'fine!'

idk maybe aziraphale would go back to heaven and start to reeeeeally panic, because the guy they've got in heaven is definitely Not The Messiah, and aziraphale needs to find Him before shit really hitteth the fan, but he needs someone on earth to help him (sigh better go back and ask crowley again)

crowley meanwhile takes this information and possibly works out that actually lol turns out the second coming came a bit early, and yeah probably do need to find him before the world starts going completely to shit - aziraphale comes back and crowley agrees this time (✨a new Arrangement✨) (OH 'THE ARRANGEMENT' WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD EP TITLE)

but it's like. The Arrangement if it was truly all Just Business - they're Not Friends etc

maybe crowley going back to hell in reconnaissance mode would feature here? deploys the beloved tactical turtleneck again? ends up claiming the grand duke position or something? or has been grand duke all along? idk

now i would LOVE another long cold open of flashbacks, but idk if that's gonna happen, probably not. but possibly ep3 is them strategising, sharing intel, Still Not Talking, trying to put the pieces together (i still convinced that warlock/greasy johnson are gonna fit in here somewhere so like. return to tadfield? ripe opportunity to bring back The Them, Anathema/Newt etc)

REVERSE WALL SLAM and maybe a little bit of a spat where some of the anger from the final fifteen is let loose or something - but nothing resolved

probably some more shenanigans of shit going down in heaven, with Cheesus running rampant - angels starting to wonder wtf is going on (and god still has her out of office email on)

maybe the end of ep3 is that they work out what's happening - who JC is, where he is, why the second coming has already started, idk but like major plot pieces start slotting together

so ep4 is where it starts getting hazy but like. i feel that this is gonna be roundabout the time where aziraphale and crowley are in the bookshop researching like mad, trying to piece stuff together, come up with Plans, and maybe crowley goes looking in aziraphale's desk, and unearths the Photo - CUE 1941 FINAL FLASHBACK

and then we return maybe to present day? and this is where they finally get out all the shit that has been building up over the centuries, and culminated in the final fifteen - all the times they've upset the other, lied to the other, etc

tender bit towards the end of this - i need a "my dear" or even BETTER a "darling" thrown in here somewhere

however. i don't think there will be a kiss. a lot of shouting, crying, and maybe yeah stuff coming to some kind of tentative resolution/understanding, but not a kiss. idk i just don't think they'd be ready for it - they might come close to it, like i suspect happened in 41, but they both just honestly say they're not ready but that they meant what they said and that their One Day is coming, they're not done, they're not over 🥹🥹

nownownow hmmmm - end of ep4? angels/demons both come for them; shit's going on in the background, they've twigged this time they're Up To Something, and this time the bookshop isn't protected as it should be - get their arses hauled up to heaven. and major thing? metatron/crowley showdown - not a physical one but a...... 'oh didn't he tell you, aziraphale?'

EP5 LONG ASS COLD OPEN OF THE WAR AND THE FALL

book of life explanation in here somewhere idk

and then yeah maybe a bit of a pinnacle moment for aziraphale of choosing crowley after whatever is revealed from the fall? because he's keeping his promise dammit and he's choosing their side, always their side

firefight out of heaven (if aziraphale falls in the process im gonna throw hands but also. mmmm whump material) and maybe then the 360 kiss? bc you're so right and i totally agree - im glad they didn't do it for s2, but i do think it was initially intended and I Need It

someone gets injured probably but they all flee down to the bookshop and start preparing for whatever is about to come - heaven and hell vs. them/humanity etc. plus the dream sequence of the bookshop will never leave my mind Ever

idk if they'd stay there tho, maybe get back out to tadfield. further heart to heart probably after the whole fall, all cards on the table, 'is there still an us'/'of course there is you old silly' thing

and whilst i don't think ep6 will be like a huge battle, seems a bit ooc, Shit Goes Down, largely gets resolved in the first half just like s1. vavoom (not that kinda vavoom) (maybe) sorted

second coming gets sorted. idk how. but it does

id love for there to actually be some kind of interaction with god? in a way? even if she just stays silent, and they basically just come to their own conclusions about What The Point Is, and she just. smiles like the mona lisa

then the rest of ep6 is just. pure south downs

kiss

OOOOH a kiss outside the front door of their new yellow cottage (i live and die by the yellow cottage aesthetic) (because it's ✨pretty✨) AND IT'S RAINING BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE THERE'S A CUTE LITTLE GABLE PORCH OVER THEIR FRONT DOOR now there's a Vavoom

and another

oh go on then have another. and a cuddle. artful shot of them waking up of a sunny peaceful morning in bed together snuggling (ft. tasteful duvet/blanket draping? yes pls)

end of s3 has them slow dancing in the lounge/kitchen (in the GARDEN???) to The Song and the nightingale flies away from the windowsill outside (you can pry this visual away from my cold dead hands)

RIGHT so this is complete overkill @silcosmoke and for that you have my most profuse apologies bestie but. tldr yes a passionate snog in the midst of Tension and Drama, and then just lots of lovely little nice ones ☺️💕