#I get carried away with starters sometimes ^^;

[saintshadow]

What abt you is being reflected back into the world around you?

PILE I

An elevated status or sense of authority, perhaps people are listening to you more- maybe even when they shouldn’t be. I think you are very detached & in return the world seems difficult to grasp. Could be Pisces or Aquarius energy here, it’s as if you are so far detached that you feel as if you cannot be perceived.

You are a person who gives and receives Good Will & blessings because these are the things you give in silence- people may not be aware of your charitable nature, the things you do to consider others or help those that society has deemed as unfit are almost a elevating you in a sense. I see that you are not afraid of the “weirdos”, you may be very charitable to those who are swept under the rug by society without batting an eye.

You listen & you care, and I feel that this is going to be reflected back to you or IS reflected back to you through gifts and blessings… BUT

It’s so weird- because it seems like there’s an inversion where you don’t give this same love to yourself- and so that same love you pour into the world will begin to come into you.

This message is a little sad, but your lack of self love reflects into the world around you as well. Your self hatred or self loathing, this may be why others seemingly loathe you as well. You are being taught a very hard lesson, and that lesson is self love. You may not have been loved properly as a child, or you were loved under specific conditions.

This lack of self love is being reflected to you through the disinterest, detachment, or avoidance of others.

The more you avoid yourself the more others will too.

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PILE II

Your creative abundance, your uniqueness- you may attract a lot of unique opportunities or cool experiences because of how you carry yourself. Life is art to you, and therefore life brings you artful experiences. Perhaps sometimes you feel as if life is confusing & difficult to conceptualize but this is okay-

That is part of the beauty, I sense water a very watery energy- there is so much love in this pile. A love for life, an inner light that bursts through the darkness with glee. You desire to free yourself from the confines and constraints of a world that does not encourage authenticity.

Sometimes it may rub people the wrong way, sometimes it has forced you to walk away from people, places, and things that you truly wanted- maybe you even convinced yourself you fumbled what was meant for you.

What is meant for you is to choose yourself, I feel like you have turned your life and your existence into a piece of art and that is what is being reflected into the world around you.

It brings you many experiences, lessons, and new ideas so that you may bring them to life.

You are a creator, and you are meant to bring to life the divine sparks that will occasionally flow through you.

For those who are single or struggling in love: You may feel as if nothing is permanent in love & as if you struggle to be still-

But I sense limerance, you miss someone- or you’ve yet to forgive someone. Love is there for you, there is someone. I promise 🥰 choosing yourself was the right option.

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PILE III

You may feel like you’re alone, or like others don’t take the lead. You could feel as if you don’t get the same breaks as other people do- like you have to work yourself to the bone and work a million times harder than others.

This isn’t to punish you, but this is because it’s your god given gift. You are a self starter, and you can absolutely rely on your spirit team for more assistance. Ancestral veneration Is very important for this pile- some of you need to be working with your ancestors or relying more on your spirit guides.

All of the inner healing, inner work, inner action youve been taking is reflecting into the world around you.

You may not see it yet, but the wind is catching your sails- and while there may be some unexpected detours but they will lead you in the right direction. You are an incredibly powerful soul, some of you may have been drawn to pile one. This feels like an evolved version of the second half of pile one.

You have finally chosen yourself, you are existing as the most honest hardworking version of yourself and the spirits are pleased. Your spirits may even be rejoicing because you are trying so hard.

As you show more interest in your dreams, more opportunities will come to you. Don’t be afraid of the coming change, for once the only thing you’ll lose is the old version of you.

A new beginning that is occurring within you is creating a new beginning in your physical life. 🥰

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[airybcby]

જ⁀✦ you don't need to save me (but would you run away with me?)

( umemiya hajime x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — thinking abt him 24/7 actually ( this was supposed to be a longer fic but i lost the plot and just went with this drabble )

♡ word count — 482

♡ content — hajime umemiya x fem! reader, reader could be gn! but just in case, talk of gardening ( i know nothing abt gardening ), pining, hajime is a sap, not proofread, prob ooc

♡ synopsis — Hajime Umemiya's infatuation with you started with tomatoes. He just didn't want it to end there.

── .✦ not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

It started with tomatoes.

He’d wandered into the garden section like he always did, hoping to snag a few starter plants and maybe catch a conversation with the store owner—someone who now waved him in like family ever since that late-night break-in he'd stopped cold.

But that day, it wasn’t the owner who greeted him.

“Do you need help?”

He’d turned, a packet of seeds dangling loosely in one hand, and there you were. 

Wearing the store apron like it was made for you, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly frizzed from the humidity, and the brightest eyes he’d ever seen looking right at him.

“Oh, I—uh—”

Hajime never stuttered. Ever. 

And yet, suddenly, words were strangers.

“Tomato. Starters.”

Your laugh had been warm. Not mocking. Just easy. 

“They’re over here,” you said, motioning for him to follow.

He did. Like a moth to a gentle sun.

And after that… he just kept coming back.

At first, it was genuine. 

He needed basil, then more soil, then stakes for the tomatoes you helped him find. But soon he was running out of reasons. 

Or rather, he was making them.

“Do you carry moonflower seeds?”

He didn’t even grow flowers.

You smiled. “Not until late summer, sorry.”

“What do you think of corn? Rooftop-friendly?”

“Not really, but I love the ambition.”

He bought a small bag of lavender seeds—off-season and definitely useless—just to linger by your register and ask how your day was. 

And he did this again. 

And again.

Some days he only caught a glimpse of you—rushed, helping someone carry mulch out the door. Other days you’d stop beside him and comment on his latest pick.

“You’re here a lot,” you’d say once, nudging him lightly with your elbow as he stood reading the back of a spinach packet.

“Got a garden with too much space,” he replied. “Feels wrong to leave it empty.”

But it was less about the garden now, and more about you.

And finally, one warm afternoon—when the sky was clear and the scent of lemon balm clung to the air—he stood at the counter with a small tray of entirely impractical seeds and cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he started, voice still calm but with something more beneath it this time. “I was wondering—if you’re free sometime—maybe we could get coffee? Or tea, or, I don’t know… something not related to plants.”

You looked up, hands pausing over the register. And then you smiled.

A sigh escaped your lips—not of annoyance, but something softer. More amused.

“Good. I was wondering how many seeds you were going to buy before you asked.”

Hajime blinked, and then laughed, head ducking slightly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I was starting to worry you'd buy out our whole inventory.”

“Worth it,” he said, his smile brightening to something unmistakable. “Every last one.”

love him so much it's actually criminal

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[ohtobeleah]

I bet chameleon!reader gives Abbot the biggest glares whenever they pass each other. Its a true “Are you sure she doesn't hate him?” conversation starter.

Chameleon //

Previous Concept

The biggest. But it goes against every fibre of your being. You try your best to convey a sense of disdain for your husb–ex, ex-husband. But its hard to give off that vibe when you really, really fucking love the shit out of him. 

“Hi.” Jack coos. He knows he shouldn't be bothering you. He has no reason to be talking to you right now. But when he saw you down in the Emergency Room, body encapsulated with those bright pink scrubs you so desperately defended, he couldn't help but naturally gravitate towards you. “How’re you today?” 

“Small talk?” You reply over your shoulder with a sigh, and not a second passes where you take your eyes off the screen in front of you. “Least you recognised me this time.” The dig struck a nerve inside Jack. If he had rolled his eyes any harder at you, he might have fallen over. Which didn't bode well for him in his old age. 

“Ouch.” Jack looks over at Shen, he's already looking away from the car wreck that was any interaction between the two of you. No one wanted a bar of your relationship problems, but everyone wanted the winning pool of cash that had been piling up since August. “You’re gonna make me do some serious damage control over that, aren't you?” 

“Because you aren't doing damage control already?” It was another low blow, but a blow Jack Abbot deserved. He’d been missing in action inside your marriage for far too long. You knew what you deserved. So did he. Something had to give. “Do you have something you wanna talk about, or are you gonna suck the joy out of one of my free time too?” You hissed. It was like venom against Jack's skin. 

There are a lot of complex things and nuances that make Jack Abbot, well, Jack Abbot. Ex-Military trauma surgeon turned Pittsburgh Emergency room attending physician. He carried a lot of weight on his shoulders. Night often scares him. So much so, he prefers to work the night shift. 

Love never came easy. It was hard to love when you didn't know how to. It's made even more perplexing when you believe you aren't worthy of love. Jack was that classic, rugged, ‘I’m fine, it's everyone else who has a problem.’ He never knew how to ask for help when he needed it. 

But through all the therapy, through all the work he’s done to get back to a place where he could have you in his life again, he was still scared to admit you scared the ever living crap put of him. It was your eyes. They were the entrance to the soul.

Seeing what Jack had done to your soul. How he watched the light fade from your normally bright, bubbly personality. He hated himself for killing a part of you that just wanted to love him. A part that still loved him. A part that entertained his gestures in a way that still made him work for you, every day. 

“I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to get breakfast with me sometime soon?” He said nervously. You knew asking that would have been something he was thinking about doing for his entire shift. 

“Define soon?” You couldn't say no straight away. You also couldn't laugh at how silly this was. Jack was still your husband at the end of the day. By law. On paper. In any court of law. Jack Abbot was your husband…Yet here the two of you were. You’d let your marriage crumble into a wasteland of hopes of dreams. 

“When you get off?” Jack added quickly. He shrugged it off nonchalantly like it was just another day for him. Like his heart wasn't beating inside his chest cavity. If you took his blood pressure right now? He’d be heading right for cardiac arrest. 

“You’re asking me, your ex-wife, out for breakfast?” You were starting to forget what you were doing on the screen before you. You had been writing up some patient notes. Now? You were just pressing the ‘P’ button over and over again. 

“Would you rather me ask one of the residents?” Jack teased. He knew that would get you going. Put a little heat under your seat. Even though you were standing. 

“You wouldn't do that, the residents don't like you, and they would probably say no too.” For a split second, Jack’s heart sank. You were turning him down. You were really over him. Maybe divorce was on the cards? Maybe you were ready to move on from him and his inability to express his love and thankfulness. 

“Is that your way of turning me down?” Jack asked softly, like he was begging you not to. It was a different octave than you were used to. There was a worry evident in his tone. An expression of sadness was written in the lines on his face. Suddenly? Jack wasn’t feeling all too confident about this date idea Robby had put in his head at changeover last night. 

You let him sit in it a bit. Tried to make Jack squirm under his own company. Then, over the left shoulder of your ex-husband, you saw Dr. Ellis…

“Fuck him!” She mouthed. It was your turn to roll your eyes. 

“Suppose we get breakfast,” You entertained the idea for a split second. You finally paused what you were doing as you turned into Jack. The two of you were probably standing a little too close for two people who didn't even live together right now. “Then what? Do I end up back at your apartment?” 

Jack caught the subtle glint in your eye. Were you flirting with him? Or was he reading into this too much? Did you just say yes to breakfast? Or were you patronising him? 

“Only if you can stand to be around me for more than twenty minutes.” He replied. Looking down at you as he raised his chin slightly. The pink scrubs did look fucking good on you. But Jack had an idea, perhaps they would look better on the floor in the bathroom? 

“Last time I checked, you only needed five.” You smiled wickedly. It felt good. This felt good. But you still had your walls up. You weren’t stupid…

“Now, who's flirting with who?” Jack raised his eyebrows in shock. This was new. This was good. This was more like it. You actually gave him the time of day. 

“What can I say, old and deprate and slightly geriatric, looks good on you.”

[savvymantis]

Heyo I’m so stupidly excited someone writes for the rescuebots. Do you have any headcanons of the four main bots being smitten with a human s/o? Just before dating, like their inner thoughts and acts to try and make it subtle or get it across?(you can ignore this if you wish, I love your writing either way!)

Oh So Smitten

Chase:

Chase is soft for you, but it can be hard to see sometimes. He doesn't act too different around you, but there's an obvious need to be around you that he carries whenever you're near. He lingers near you, minding his business but ready to be your helper should there be anything you need. And if that thing is just a conversation? He has many conversation starters saved up for such an occasion.

It needs to be said that while Chase doesn't act too different around you, he does act different around others. Both his team and Charlie have to hear about you near constantly. Chase has a lot memorized, trying his best to parse through his own feelings and what your own might be. He also wants to try and woo you, if possible, so he discusses his plans at length with his other, taking them as serious as a rescue.

Heatwave gets sick of it quick, but Boulder and Blades find it romantic enough that they do their best to keep up with Chase's intricate plans to show himself as a good partner for you. They even offer their own ideas for gifts to give you, but be careful. Chase cannot cook. He can, however, suss out the perfect gift based on everything you have ever said. Just don't be too put off by what he says as he gives them to you; he's still practicing with Blades on making his compliments more flattering instead of sounding like he's studying you like a bug.

Heatwave:

Heatwave is smitten, but you would never know. If you never hung out around him, that is. Heatwave likes to think he's got a good lid on his innermost emotions, but it's not hard to see how he relaxes whenever you're around. His voice softens, his posture slouches, and he smiles far more than he does whenever you're away. It's easy to notice, if you know what you're looking for. Everyone else has noticed, at least.

Given Heatwave's tendency to be, well, grumpy, it's easy to tease him about his crush. And tease his team does. Boulder coos and swoons over how in love with you Heatwave is, while Blades talks on about spring weddings and saying yes to dresses. Chase is more practical, showing off his relationship and dating self help books, trying to get Heatwave to do what they suggest. Heatwave doesn't, instead shouting at his fellow bots until they scurry off snickering.

What they don't see is his own plans, written down on a datapad he keeps on hand constantly. They're not very extensive or detailed, just small notes on things you like or activities you'd might enjoy. Heatwave is confident enough in himself to be okay without every detail being written down, and he knows you'll have fun together, whatever happens.

Boulder:

Boulder is the most laid back of all the other bots, and thus he's the only one that is really hard to guess where his feelings lie with you. He's adoring and sweet to everyone, always interested and curious of humanity. It takes the family and even the other Rescue Bots a while to realize his interest in you is more than just platonic, and that's only after they discover carefully drawn sketches of your profile surrounded by hearts in his habisuite.

Any teasing is to no avail, for Boulder isn't ashamed of his feelings. He understands that they're as natural as can be, and you're lovely, so why would he be ashamed? Teasing thus turns into encouragement to confess, and it's there where Boulder hesitates. While he's assured of his own feelings, yours are less known, and it's not confirmed you'd date a bot, much less him. Luckily, his team is nosy helpful, and figure out that you wouldn't mind a big, strong, handsome bot as a partner

With more confidence in his chances with you, Boulder steps up his game. He brings you flowers and drawings of the natural wildlife around the island, which eventually evolves into those sketches of you being shyly passed along whenever you're hanging out alone together. He compliments you too, so sweet that it makes you blush, which he wants to capture on canvas one day. If you're agreeable.

Blades:

Blades is the most obvious about his crush, which surprises no one. He's bashful and chatty at the same time, wanting to talk to you about everything, but also so shy that his face plate seems permanently stained blue. His rotors flutter a lot too, sometimes taking his pedes right off the ground when you make him flustered or excited. It's extremely obvious, but also extremely cute, so you don't mind.

It's easy to tease Blades about his crush, since he frantically denies it like you can hear him from across the island. Still, since he's a little hopeless and a little too reliant on movie tropes, the team does their best to help him along. And that goes about as well as you would expect, so not very well. While everything seems to fall apart, their attempts at nonchalant dates are nonetheless very fun for you, especially when they end with you in Blades' arms as he flees some danger.

Movie nights are a must, but also a way for you to add you own romantic opinions for Blades to hear. He points out courting rituals to you, eager to hear your ideas, and keeps them in mind as he grows more determined to woo you. Each date he tries to casually spring on you gets better and better, until you're both practically dating without anyone even saying anything.

[brklynbxby]

closed starter for @mysteriousxgirls

Medellín, 7:03 a.m.

The gates slid open with a mechanical groan, like they hated letting anyone go. Diego stepped through them without looking back, clutching a small plastic bag that held five years of state-issued life: a worn Bible, a couple of letters, and a photo of Liyana so creased it had white veins spiderwebbing across her smile. He wore what the prison gave him — a plain grey shirt that clung awkwardly to shoulders that had grown broader with time, khaki trousers stiff at the seams, and slip-on shoes that felt like cardboard under his feet. Over it all, a cheap navy hoodie hung off his frame, the zipper sticking halfway up. It wasn’t cold, but he kept it on anyway. It felt like armour, flimsy as it was. He was twenty-four when they took him in — caught with two kilos in the backseat of a borrowed car, set up to carry the weight for someone higher on the ladder. He’d known better. He just hadn’t been given a choice. Or maybe he had, and he picked wrong. Prison was what people said it was: cold, loud, brutal in the quiet moments. Fights over nothing, guards who didn’t give a damn, food that tasted like wet cardboard and regret. Bland oatmeal for breakfast, beans and rice on repeat, sometimes a mystery meat that smelled like burnt rubber. He never asked what it was. You learned not to.

Now he stood outside, breathing air that didn’t smell like bleach or desperation. The sun felt surreal on his face. A battered red pickup rolled up to the curb, horn tapping twice. Mateo. A friend from school, before everything. They hadn’t talked in years, but Diego had called him last month — just to see if anyone from his past still picked up. A lot didn’t but Mateo did. “Damn,” Mateo said, leaning over to push the passenger door open. “You look older.” Diego smirked faintly, sliding in. “Fuck, I feel older.” As they pulled onto the main road, Mateo glanced at him. “So what’s the move, hombre? You want a beer or a burger?” “A burger,” Diego said without hesitation. “Biggest one they’ve got. And fries. Real fries. Not that half-cooked cafeteria shit. You know they served this one thing, they said it was chicken, but it was grey. Grey, man.” Mateo laughed, shaking his head. “Welcome back to the real world. You’re getting a double with bacon and cheese.”

They hit a drive-thru just outside the city. As Mateo ordered, Diego pulled out his phone — cheap, secondhand, barely holding charge as the red bar kept reminding him. He stared at Liyana’s number. A picture of them still as the contact photo. A picture back when life was simpler. A date they went on at a milkshake shop, they must’ve been around 18 years old. His thumb hovered over the screen before he pressed call. It rang. Once. Twice. Straight to voicemail. He stared at the screen for a second, then tucked the phone into the pocket of his khaki trousers. Mateo didn’t ask — just handed him the burger. “Liyana?” Diego nodded once. “She still in the city?” He asked again. “I think so?” Diego announced before he peeled the wrapper back slowly. The two had been together since high school. “She wrote me letters. Visited. Then one day she said she couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t keep her life on hold for me. I don’t blame her, man. She deserves the fucking world and she was always way more than just my girl. But I told her — when I got out, I’d find her. I’d make it right.” He took a bite, chewing slowly, like the flavour hurt. “I lost her once. That’s on me. But I’m not losing her again.” Mateo looked over at him for a long second, the truck humming under them. “You sure that’s a door that’s still open?” Diego didn’t answer right away. He just looked out the window as the city came into view, bright and busy and full of things he hadn’t touched in five years. “I don’t care,” he said. “I’m knocking until my fingers bleed.”

[ghost-proofbaby]

the tik tok trend of flashing your boyfriend unexpectedly would have both eddie and steve like 😵‍💫🤤😵‍💫

oh my god.

but hear me out. yes, both boys would absolutely drool, but they’d also react just a little bit differently.

(i got carried away beneath the cut my fucking bad minors dni)

with steve, i can see you doing it during a fight. he’s saying something like “it was your turn to do the dishes, baby-“ and then you’re suddenly yanking up your t-shirt that had once been his and he’s just blanking. rapidly blinking, mouth agape and brows slack before furrowing them up. “what’s the matter?” you’d tease him.

and he just starts huffing in frustration because “no. no way. nope. not fair. you still have to do the dishes.”

and so you’d jump a little, smirking at the way his eyes are widening before he just starts pacing and you’re being even more of a fucking tease.

“are we sure about that? can’t we renegotiate terms, baby?”

“renegotiate? reneg- fuck off. fuck right off. i-“ and he’s tugging at his hair, torn between continuing the small argument that he can hardly recall the premise for now as you continue to grip on the hem of your shirt and smirk so proudly at him. “fine. you wanna renegotiate, honey? let’s renegotiate.”

you think you’ve won until he’s suddenly grabbing you up and taking you to the bedroom, treating you like the brat that you are. and by the end of the night, he’s just smirking at you and your chest littered in flowering bruises as he says, “guess you’ll have to clean the sheets instead now, baby.”

but then…. but then with eddie. oh dear god.

it’s not over a fight. no. it’s not a distraction — it’s your attempt to gain his attention. he’s been paying attention to planning a campaign or his guitar or just anything but you the entire day. and by the end of it you’re just so damn needy. it was either this or full on climbing into his lap, and flashing him was just the easier of the two options.

“hey, eds?” would be your innocent start to it, but honestly? he’s not even listening. he doesn’t even hear you as he’s focusing on his damn notebook.

he doesn’t even notice when you raise your shirt, or when you huff with annoyance as he continues to be so fucking oblivious.

“eddie.”

no response.

“edward.”

still no response.

“edward munson-“

when he finally hears his full government name you have half his attention, but not enough of it. he wouldn’t even glance up from his notebook as he says, “just a minute, sweetheart. i just figured out this new NPC and really need to-“

“how the hell do i have my tits out and you’re still talking about that fucking game?”

that would get his attention for a few reasons — the promise of tits and your tone of voice for starters — but even more so, the fact that you rarely lose patience or understanding when it comes to his hobbies. he’d be looking up in an instant, you could probably have heard a crack from across the room at how intensely he’s suddenly snapping that damn head up just to catch you dropping the shirt back down.

“wait, no, wait- what? where’d the boobs go?”

“sorry, only boyfriends who pay attention to their lovers get boobs.”

he’s never tossed that fucking notebook to the side so quickly as he spins around his chair, full focus on you entirely now, “who said i wasn’t paying attention? i’m paying attention, sweetheart. i’m paying so much attention.”

he’d prove just how much attention he’s paying to you when his head is buried between your thighs, only pausing on rare occasions to breathe and sometimes spout out new ideas for that stupid campaign, which only makes you tug harder on his damn curls and cut him off with his own moans before he returns to giving you his full attention.

[zengguos]

a few more yellowjackets soccer hcs floating in my head:

● the defense line are the closet with each other. genlissa left side (sorry jenna, melissa's not midfield material to me, those reaction times, runs and the stalking positioning is giving left back vibes) and lottielee right side. the group tease lottielee for picking up each other's habits like the little lip smile laura lee does, lottie ends up unconsciously doing it too. sometimes van gets super pissed in high pressure matches and has to tell genlissa off for chatting too much because they're her weaker side.

● they usually run a 4-4-2 formation, but change to 3-5-2 by putting lottie in defensive mid-field for pressure, support and coverage if by half time they're tieing/losing (laura lee fully controlling defense now). coach martinez's strategy that he tells lottie to do when she's placed there — "take them down. no matter how risky it is, you're taking them down." and she takes that very seriously and literally. 💀

● lottie is the "emergency goal-keeper". one match van got potentially injured and had to be subbed off. they didn't have the second string or jv keeper on the bench, so lottie had to switch positions with the logic behind it being "she's got big hands, the tallest and has the best footwork, she can cover post to post the best." — every one jokes about that match.

● lottie being given the throw ins and she launches the ball across the field (prime stoke city rory delap style haha).

● tai and van do additional practice at the local park field for a few hours on saturdays. tai is open for anyone to come join them. usually the others show up for a while (laura lee, lottie, jackie dragging shauna along) just to hang out and mess around. but, unspokenly, this time is used for anyone that needs an excuse to get out of their house, away and disconnected from their family stressors and pressures. nat goes to every single one and is usually the last person on the field. they assume it's to make up on the practices that she has missed, but it is because she doesn't want to go back home.

● still keeping that original character pitch of nat being made to join an extra curriculum as part of her deal with the principle to avoid being expelled and stay at the school.

● nat got her first set of cleats from the old starter senior right winger in her freshman year before she left — telling nat that she had natural talent for this. which made nat decide she wanted to play in that position and take the sport more seriously to the point she made varsity in her sophomore year as it felt like someone looked out, supported and had faith in her in the past, present and future for the first time.

● nat is their corner taker for both sides. she knows how to pick a target and start a movement of play from analysing the positions everyone is in. communicating the play she is about to set up with hand signals. usually it's just aiming for lottie's tall head in the middle of the pack that ends up being a guaranteed goal. 😭

● "now look what you've done! now you've made robin cry." van would always say when the lockeroom drama has gotten too intense — that idea makes me laugh so much. I love it.

● laura lee has major team mom vibes when they have away matches. she is the friend that has everything in her huge duffle bag. need a band-aid? a spare hair-tie? didn't bring anything to eat or drink? feeling sick, do you want some tylenol? need some deodorant? mints to cover up your alcoholic breath? broke something? well let her whip out the portable sewing kit she carries around with her and fix it for you before the match. if she doesn't have what you need, she knows who will.

● we know jackie got made captain for nationals. so, I hc laura lee is the vice captain for nationals and takes the band when jackie is subbed off. if jackie is influence, laura lee is balance. she's stubborn and headstrong enough for it, but also compassionate and mindful. she does bring a clear balance to the other hotheads and she is a team player compared to those who are more individualistic in the team, or simply don't want the pressure of leading, or have the experience. she doesn't let the girls the opinions weigh on her, or attitudes waiver her resolve and we see that she can bite back and tease too. she also allows people to have their voice with her and brings that open space for challenges and discussions. she does have captain qualities but not on jackie's level of charisma, infulence and outright vocalness. she's the next best pick to lead if you compare her to the others and their attitudes and reactions to that responsibility in that setting.

● tai was upset over not getting captain or vice captain for nationals.

● shauna is the fastest and likes to flaunt it. tai likes to try and race her every warm up with the full pitch line to line exercise to see if she can finally beat her. but, nat and melissa are the closet to always nearly catching shauna up.

● you just know other teams hated going against the varsity team. not because they were undefeated or had lots of skill and talent. it was purely on their attitude! they were totally the villains of the season that every school in the state wanted to topple on attitude alone. but, they were so good psychologically at getting into people's heads on the pitch. that's how they were able to pull off most of their plays — the cutthroat mentality! influence, power, pressure and risky sometimes boarding dirty tricks. you didn't want to give up possession with them because that was a instant game-over if they were able to control the narrative of the game even down goals. they will and can take you into the last minutes of the game — it's not over until the final whistle.

● mari gets her yellow cards mostly as a disciplinary warning. she keeps flashing her middle finger to the opposition players. ball goes out of play? "ayyyyyy" *wags her finger fingers at them*. scores a goal? middle fingers celebration. the opposition team player pisses her off? boom middle finger. jackie does tell her off for it, but lightly because she does it too. she finds it funny and also joins in too if her and mari have done a set play that's paid off — love the sassy striker duo.

● "things must be grim if you're subbing in." / "I was just decoy bitch!" mari support!! mari being the tactical sub in!! mari being the ultimate assistance!! as the second striker she is supposed to track back and press constantly so jackie can make those runs. oh she is the pit girl because she is the one that is expected to fill the hole between the oppositions defense and mid-field by going in deep and allowing jackie the space to get that opportunity to score.

● when the ref puts the free kick spray down for the ball position, mari will try (or be tempted to try) and quickly scoop the foam up and change the spot positioning. she did that last match before their state final match which got her replaced on the starting line up by allie as her punishment. but, coach martinez does quietly respect her audacity because "in the adult world, in real life, nothing is a 100% fair. survival isn't fair." which makes ben eye roll.

● mari is a serial diver too, like she will take the opportunity to go down in the box if there's a challenge on her so they can call for a penalty kick. tai is their go to penalty kicker and she has a 100% record (she knows how to shoot her targets).

● jackie really does have a passion for soccer. it is one of things she knows she loves despite everything going on in her head, that makes her feel like she is connected to her body and a part of something; living, breathing and in control the ball leaving her feet for the pay off. she goes to see the friday night college matches at rutgers with shauna.

● jackie is the one who creates the little team dances to van's mixtapes as her own little pre-match ritual to get into the headspace. everyone slowly/unknowingly just started copying her moves until it became the joint team dance before every match. jackie/van pre-match lockeroom hypewomen.

● during the school fundraising day: mari, van and jackie worked their asses off to get the most funds in the sports department by running a food stall. mari with her full on cook out of homemade family recipe meals, van with her theatrical persuasive selling skills to get more people to buy more, jackie with her popular pull of attracting people's attention to the stall.

● their little varsity initiation tradition into the first team is making you wear the disgustingly stinky yellowjackets wasp mascot costume after the first pep rally with the team that you have to do the "buzz! buzz! buzz!" chant and dance in.

● they have bets on who gets carded during the match (lottie is the safest option to put your money on). but, there's also a rule that if you do get carded you have to chip in to pay for the post-match pizza for everyone who didn't. it is also a team tradition that the person with the most cards throughout the season has to organise the end of season party as the punishment (which jackie ends up helping with anyways).

● during post-match pizza parties van makes them hit up the arcade with her and there's an all out war. jackie, tai, lottie, nat and van (and secretly shauna despite being terrible at them) get super competitive in trying to beat each other in mortal kombat and street fighter. laura lee doesn't like playing the fighters, but is insanely good at racing games like daytona usa and rave racer which pisses van off because she can't ever beat her. (yes I'm keeping the pilot script childhood best friends between van and laura lee running).

● all the seniors instantly adopted akilah and were pissed when the coach chose allie to move up to varsity from jv and start over her.

● smoking sessions behind the gym before practice usually with nat, lottie and shauna after ap history. but, they have to keep rotating spots because ben keeps busting them for it.

● the photos at the reunion were taken by jackie (and misty). jackie was on the yearbook committee too and always had a disposable camera on her, snapping away. she would give one to misty to capture random moments between the girls too when she's too busy playing to capture the moment.

● misty tries to help beyond being just equipment manager. she writes strategies, player weaknesses and strengths for the team and their opposition in her horrendously amazing lisa frank white cat themed notebooks (laura lee has the horse one that misty gifted her for her birthday that she uses). she shows her strategies to ben during practice. he skims through them and loosely praises her enough to make her happy, but doesn't really push for them against coach martinez's strategies in the varsity team on game day (but does try some with jv). jackie does genuinely read them though and tries to push them into their tactics with her plays.

● ben usually does take over practices because the only time coach martinez cares is when it's match day and he reworks all ben's plans. he gets annoyed that the credit gets given to coach martinez when ben is the one doing the majority of the work with varsity and jv. everyone knows ben is the true head coach at heart.

[whats-her-quirk]

Even Good Boys Bleed

kei tsukishima x reader

tags: suggestive content, friends with benefits?, mentions of sex, masturbation

wc: 800

♪ how bad do u want me by lady gaga

Kei is just about to take a bite of tuna when his mother asks him if he’s ever going to get married. It comes out of nowhere, and initially, he’s too shocked to dignify it with an answer. Instead he chews, swallows, then takes another bite.

When she asks a second time, he takes a sip of his tea. Maybe if he ignores her long enough, she’ll realize it’s a non-starter and give up.

“Have you ever even brought a girl home?” Akiteru chimes in. Kei shoots him a look.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about yourself? You’re five years older than me and you didn’t bring any girlfriend home with you for the weekend.”

Akiteru scoffs and rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast aside. “Hey, I go on dates sometimes. I do all right.”

Their mother steps in. “I’m just wondering if you’ve given it any thought. You’re turning 30 this year. I just want you to find a nice girl.” She’s pushing while pretending not to, a classic maternal strategy. Kei won’t let her get away with it.

“A nice girl,” he repeats sarcastically. “What does that even mean?”

In another lifetime, Kei might have said himself that he’d like a nice girl—sweet, smart, cute—but now that his family is on his back, he cringes.

“What about Yacchan? She was always so nice,” his mother muses.

Kei would be lying if he said he’s never considered it, which is why he says nothing. He spent so much time with Yachi back in high school, albeit mostly in groups. He definitely has a soft spot for her. She would have been a safe choice for a wife, but the years passed, and the vestiges of any crush he might have had on her were a distant memory.

“She’s just a friend,” he replies.

“What about work? Any cute girls there?” Akiteru prods.

Kei turns to his rice. He doesn’t mind most of the women he works with—he wouldn’t demean them by calling them ‘girls.’ Many of them are educated, cultured, some with an air of superiority, while others are as vapid as any other 20-something. One or two have caught his eye in passing, but getting involved with a coworker is messy. If it didn’t end in marriage, it was a territory war waiting to happen.

Setting down his chopsticks, Kei says, “If I ever meet someone worthy of bringing home, I will.” He wipes his mouth then carries his dishes to the kitchen. That’s the end of it.

But at night, he lies awake in bed, thinking. How else is he supposed to meet women? He isn’t downloading an app; he’s terrible at texting. He doesn’t like approaching people in bars, and he rarely goes to parties. And he isn’t about to let anybody set him up on a blind date, either. That left the remote possibility of meeting someone through a random encounter or mutual friends.

Or you.

A college friend of Yacchan’s from Tokyo, you’ve been around the fringes of his life for years. He knows you without really knowing you, though he’s been introduced multiple times by Tadashi, who keeps forgetting you’ve already met. On several occasions, you accompanied Yachi on visits home to Miyagi, where you’d end up out to dinner or drinks or karaoke with him and his oldest friends.

And then you’d end up in his bed.

Kei never asked you on a date. You aren’t dating. But any time you end up in town or he’s in Tokyo, he drifts to you. The long distance makes things tricky. It’s not worth the hassle, he’s always thought. You’re not a safe bet, not the kind of girl he ever thought he’d bring home to his mother.

But his body craves yours like a drug.

Heat tickles his stomach when he thinks about it. About you. Late nights, your dark bedroom, sweaty limbs tangled together while you pepper his neck with moans. The shade of lipstick that makes your lips look lightly bitten, the artificial shade an exact match for the natural flush of your mouth when he’s drunk on your kisses.

Kei is ashamed of how desperately he palms between his thighs, willing himself to cool down but hoping he dreams of you, your perfect body, your sarcastic, biting comments, especially the ones you fling at him after long stretches of time apart.

Would it be so bad, Kei thinks, to go to bed with you every night? To have you in his arms or riding on top of him, keening his name in passion?

You’re unpredictable, a flight risk. He doesn’t know you beyond the banter and the way your body satisfies every need of his own.

Why’s he still single? He’s been waiting for the right person, he always said.

But what if the right one is you? And how much is he willing to risk to find out?

[atomicrebelfire]

❌ What Should Not Happen Between Buck and Tommy in Season 9

(And why it’s harmful if it does)

⚠️ Disclaimer:

This isn’t about policing queer identity. People explore. People learn. People fall in love late. That’s all valid. But this is about how media frames queerness — and how 9-1-1 risks reinforcing damaging tropes that queer audiences are exhausted by. When straight love stories are treated as stable and romantic, but queer ones are messy, painful, or never quite “enough,” it stops being representation and starts being a pattern. Especially in 9-1-1, where Buck and Tommy had a chance at something emotionally grounded and real — and the show chose to throw it away. What happens next matters. Not trying to overstep— — just putting into words what I don’t want to see happen.

TL;DR: Stop treating queerness like a detour. Buck doesn’t need to date around to realize he loved Tommy. Tommy isn’t a placeholder. And if Buck won’t talk to him now, don’t pretend he’ll magically be ready for someone else. Growth means honesty. Not avoidance.

🚫 What Should NOT Happen:

1. Buck “explores” queerness by dating multiple men or women before realizing Tommy was “the one” → Bisexuality doesn’t need to be proven through hookups. Tommy is not a test run.

2. Tommy stays emotionally stuck, waiting for Buck to figure himself out → That’s not love. That’s sidelining. Tommy deserves a story that isn’t on pause.

3. Buck returns with no growth, just longing → Love isn’t a Band-Aid for what you refused to confront. Do the work or stay away.

4. Tommy is framed as Buck’s “first but not true” queer love → This is the starter-boyfriend trope. It’s outdated, demeaning, and Tommy deserves better.

5. Tommy starts dating someone else, but they’re just filler before Buck returns → New relationships aren’t fake just because they’re not with the protagonist.

6. Tommy is punished by the narrative for moving on → Moving on is not betrayal. Stop treating emotional survival like a character flaw.

7. Buck’s queerness is only shown through hookups or heartbreak → Being queer doesn’t mean suffering has to be your default love language.

8. Tommy’s new partner is written as toxic just to make Buck look good → That’s not drama. That’s manipulation dressed as plot. Let Tommy choose well.

9. Buck dates someone awful just to realize Tommy was “the good one” → Let Buck grow — not get traumatized into appreciation. Regret isn’t a love story.

10. Buck avoids accountability, hoping time will “solve” things instead of talking to Tommy → You don’t magically become ready in the next relationship if you never faced the last one. Passivity is not a personality. It's avoidance.

If Buck truly loves Tommy — he should talk to him. Be direct. Be honest. If he doesn’t love him — then he should stay away.

✨ Bonus Tropes to Watch Out For in Season 9:

(Because Sometimes Writers Can’t Help Themselves)

11. “Now that he’s queer, Buck must suffer more than anyone else” → Buck has already carried a mountain of emotional pain. Queerness shouldn’t mean more punishment.

12. “Tommy should forgive anything, because Buck’s figuring it out” → This is the same trap Hen/Karen fell into. Hen cheated, Karen had to be “understanding.” Emotional labor ≠ love.

13. “Now that Buck is bi, he becomes hypersexual or ‘confused’ by everyone” → Being bi doesn’t mean you lose your emotional depth or loyalty.

14. “Queer love is always tragic; straight love is stable” → Hen/Karen? Nearly broken up. Buck/Tommy? Already broken.

15. “One queer character is deep, the other becomes a plot device” → Tommy should not become “the guy Buck almost texts.” He deserves his own arc, not ghost-status.

16. Buck’s queerness is “proven,” then erased by pairing him with a woman → Bisexuality isn’t a checkbox or a detour. If Buck dates a woman just to “balance” the narrative, that’s not representation — that’s quiet erasure.

🛑 For contrast: Lone Star handled queerness with more care. (not perfect or that they didn't frustrate with lazy writing)

TK and Carlos already knew they were gay — and their story began with clarity, not confusion. Buck’s journey is different. That’s valid.

But Lone Star gave its queer characters stability, love, and respect, even while showing their flaws.

Carlos’s past marriage to a woman was treated with emotional honesty — not used to erase his queerness.

Neither of them needed to “sleep around” to prove their identity or seriousness about each other.

And their pain (drug abuse, deaths, etc ) didn’t define their queerness — their commitment did.

Mainline 9-1-1 could — and should — learn from that.

💬 Before You Write the Next Chapter:

Buck doesn’t need to date more men or women to figure out if he loves Tommy. Either he does, or he doesn’t. What he doesn’t get to do is use other people as stepping stones to decide. Queerness isn’t a test you pass by hurting people. And love isn’t something you discover by leaving a trail of emotional casualties. If Buck loves Tommy — let him show up. If he doesn’t — let him leave him alone. But don’t make someone else suffer just so he can answer a question he’s too scared to ask.

💬 Final Thought:

If Buck and Tommy reunite, let it be because they choose each other again — from a place of growth, honesty, and mutual readiness. Not because everyone else failed. Not because one waited while the other wandered. And not because the show needed one more tortured queer arc.

If they don’t reunite — then let that be a choice that respects them both. No more tropes. No more lessons. No more ghosts. Just grown-ups. Talking. Feeling. Choosing.

Let’s just walk away from using tired tropes to avoid doing the emotional work — in writing and in love. and using stereotypes to compensate for a lack of storytelling courage. Show some heart in the stories.

[rubiehart]

can you write something for jj + pope having a crush/dating a kook! reader? headcanons maybe? :)

i think you meant them both separately having a crush on kook!reader like not both at the same time?? but if this isn’t what you’re looking for lmk and i can totally rewrite it!! also this came out way longer than expected, i got carried away…

JJ!

✧ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he wouldn’t come up to you right away, especially if you were the so called ‘kook princess’, he’d study you from afar at first, catching glimpses of you at a kegger or maybe on the marsh with your girls catching some sun in your skimpy little bikini.

✧ you’d catch his attention because you weren’t a complete bitch like a lot of the other kook girls he’d had encounters with for starters, but also because you were the complete opposite of the tom boy-ish girls from the cut.

✧ he wouldn’t mentioned his (not so) little crush on you to any of the other pogues because he knew exactly what they would say ‘she’s too good for you jj.’, knowing all about his promiscuity, but he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

✧ you first talked to him at some kegger thrown for the start of summer, despite your good girl reputation you and jj managed to bounce off each others jokes pretty much all night, bantering like friends which was refreshing coming from a kook, he hadn’t expected you to be like this but he somehow liked you more because of it.

✧ this obviously confused the pogues. jj bagging the kook princess? no chance. you were polar opposites. when jj was questioned about it he just told john b ‘what can i say man, opposites attract.’ with a wink which made john b roll his eyes.

✧ you’d been talking for a while when you came to realise the talk about the ‘big bad pogue jj maybank’ wasn’t real, and he was a genuinely nice guy and you really did like him even though he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d usually go for, stuck up preppy assholes were more expected, you guessed. that’s why so many people questioned your close relationship with jj and why you’d bother with a pogue like him, which you’d answer with some more than impolite remark or hand gesture or a punch in the face, when some bitch spoke about the man you were forced to love in secret because of the split between kooks and pogues.

✧ after you started dating and the news was out to the island, the waters seemed to calm down and you could walk around the island together holding hands, truly in love without getting yelled at by some random boneheaded kook just for simply being together.

✧ when he’d spend the night at your house, he’d be surprised by the luxury you’d been given on a silver spoon all your life, not exactly envious per-se just more shocked you weren’t a brat about it, lounging on your comfy mattress that he seemed to welcome him perfectly, your warm skin pressed up to his own and just you. clouding his senses as he drifted off to sleep with a lil’ smile on his face.

✧ you’d wear his shirts to bed sometimes when he’d sleepover, seeing them practically engulfing you making him all warm and fuzzy inside, leaning to press a big sloppy kiss to your lips making you giggle and push him away, whining “jayjjjj!” he’d just wink and reply “y’know you love me pretty girl.”

POPE!

✧ pope is honestly such a sweetheart so i feel like he’d be introduced through friends, way too nervous to go up to you himself, eventually your friends would scatter leaving you both a little further down the beach huddled around the fire pit soaking in the little warmth the flickering flame gave out.

✧ he’d be stuttering over his words, trying to keep eye contact with you through the conversation but it was a challenge because you were easily the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

✧ after talking for a little while you took a liking to him, inviting him to hangout at the beach the next night, deciding to set up a little beach picnic for the two of you, wanting to get to know him properly away from your tipsy conversation at the boneyard party the previous night.

✧ he’d gone home and told the pogues about the night you had planned, all giddy and smiling, john b slapping him on the shoulder with a prideful grin “that’s my boy.”

✧ he’d arrived at the beach, a lot quieter than usual especially when the sun was setting, seeing your white jeep in the parking lot, clearly empty and mad his way down to the shoreline, spotting you on a white and red checkered blanket, waving rapidly and giggling when you saw him smile and wave, shoving his hands into his pockets and making the rest of the way over to you.

✧ his body tensed up when he saw you wrapped up in a pretty yellow sundress, hugging your body in all the right places and your hair flowing freely down your back and splayed over your shoulders care-freely. “hey pope!” you smiled, getting up to engulf him in a hug, breathing in his musky scent and settling down onto the picnic blanket. he reciprocated the hug and pulled away looming into your eyes.

✧ “you uh, you look really pretty.” he stuttered out nervously, gesturing to your figure. you giggled and raised your eyebrows, eyes taking down his own body, “you clean up nice yourself, heyward.” you smile, which you see a faint blush grace his cheeks which you decide not to poke fun about, already sensing his nervousness, which honestly you found adorable.

✧ you continued in comfortable conversation about anything and everything, once he got comfortable enough he started telling you all about himself, his dad’s business, where he was planning to go to college and his goals for the future, he seemed to know what he wanted which was a total green flag, giggling at all of the jokes he’d make and adding in your own little stories every now and then.

✧ as the sun started dipping beneath the horizon casting a dark orange hue over the whole landscape, and most of the food was gone, excuse a few spilled grapes from trying to throw and catch them into each others mouths, giggling loudly when they missed and bounced of pope’s forehead, he turned to you, “i always thought you were the prettiest girl on the island.” your eyes met his at his sudden confession and you looked suprised, never been told something like that before, “really?” you whispered quietly, not quiet believing what he said.

✧ “really.” he said, feeling a spur of confidence seeing the starstruck look on your face and deciding it was now or never. “want me to prove it?” he whispered, leaning in to tuck a lock of hair behind you ear, you nodding dumbfoundly and swallowing, not believing this was really happening. he leaned in and your warm lips were connected passionately, tasting him on your tongue, and nothing else mattered.

[xelqua-the-jester]

I FINALLY DREW CREATURE FEATURE STUFF LOL

It only took 14 years

Was super busy but since I'm on break I finally got the chance to draw some visuals for the Creature Feature AU!! Thank god!! If you allow me, let me explain my design choices!!

HERMIT!Grian vs EVO!Grian

1.) There's quite a few differences between Hermit!Grian and Evo!Grian. For starters, quite obviously, HC!Grian's big ol' bird wings. As previously stated, these are traits that he carries into Hermitcraft from his time as a Watcher, as alluded to by the purple feathers that grow on the tail end of his head wings. Since EVO!Grian has yet to be taken, he comes across as fully human! Additionally, Hermit!Grian has a series of markings under his right (viewer's left) eye that is a direct connection to his Watcher-status over the Life Series.

2.) Hermit!Grian's hair is noticeably darker and a lot fluffier, as opposed to the messy, almost pin straight blonde nature of EVO!Grian, whose rugged and disheveled nature reflects his mischievous behavior. Hermit!Grian also has more heart motifs in his bangs and his hair flyaway! Partially as a design homage to the Life Series. Since the Life Series hasn't yet happened for EVO!Grian, he doesn't have those elements.

3.) Hermit!Grian obviously has his signature red jumper, while EVO!Grian has his VERY bright, VERY eye-catching green hoodie. EVO!Grian almost always wears the hoodie with the hood up, which is really funny because Hermit!Grian will be caught DEAD before he's seen in a hoodie.

4.) The eyes. EVO!Grian has very blue, very unnerving eyes (on purpose!) with small pupils and a constant, crazed look in his eyes. Meanwhile, Hermit!Grian's eyes are pitch black and noticeably rectangular. Though he never talks about why this change occurred, it happened after the Watchers took him in. His time as a Watcher shattered his soul, slowly hollowing him out in a way that he's still learning to reverse. Eyes are windows to the soul, after all. This also explains why his mischief, though still present, grows more mild or dormant in Hermitcraft. Sometimes, if he pulls a prank that's too grand or has an emotional response that's too strong, a flicker of blue will flash in his eyes before fading away again. It should also be noted that Hermit!Grian's left (viewers right) iris is outlined with a purple color, which drips and melts inside his eyeball.

HERMIT!Pearl vs EVO!Pearl

1.) Both Pearls don a big, crescent shape birth mark over their left (the viewer's right) eye. They both also have a similar white to dark gray segmentation in their hair. That is, however, where many of their similarities stop. Hermit!Pearl has moth-like modifications, which she (unknowingly) gained during her time in the Life Series. Due to EVO!Pearl's existing prior to the Life Series, she is technically "human" (well, as human as a Watcher Spy can get).

That being said, since EVO!Pearl is made aware of her eventual participation in the Life Series, she is driven mad. She makes a makeshift headband with flimsy antennas attached to the top and something that looks similar to an elytra (which do not fly since they're very poorly made) to mimic the look and feel of the moth wings she will eventually gain. It was around this time that the village of EVO deemed her too far gone.

2.) Hermit!Pearl's hair is noticeably lighter and much more well kept, while EVO!Pearl's hair is shaggy, shortened, and much darker in comparison. It makes it easier for her to hide in the dark.

3.) Though Hermit!Pearl is depicted in the white button up of the main service uniform, her wardrobe is obviously much more diverse in comparison to EVO!Pearl, who wears a hoodie that is designed in the same style of EVO!Grian's, except just in a grayscale colorway and moons on the sleeves instead of hearts.

4.) Again: The eyes! Similar to Hermit!Grian, Hermit!Pearl's left eye (the viewer's right) has a hint of purple in it due to her status as a Watcher spy. Meanwhile, EVO!Pearl's eyes are nothing less of strange. Though not depicted, there are times where her eyes will switch to a purple colorway rather than the green one (specifically when she's actively communicating with the Watchers or tracking down Grian in EVO). Her eyes weren't always this way. They used to be light blue, like depicted on Hermit!Pearl, but after being driven into madness, EVO!Pearl dropped part of her "spy" cover and decided it was better to be feared than hidden.

Hopefully that all made sense LMAO! Now that they kinda have designs, I hope to be able to draw them more frequently!!

[peach-tree-writing]

'One Year of Challengers' Fic Recs! Pt.2

We carry on! The categories for this half are:

What the MRTA Can Do For You

Roadtrip!

Art's Afflictions

Call Me Sometime

Meet The Donaldsons

Patrick's Disorders

Inciting Injuries

Never Failmarried, Twice Divorced

Put me in Coach

Category #8: What the MRTA Can Do For You

Fics that focus on Art and Patrick’s time at the Mark Reballato Tennis Academy! Boyhood. Homoeroticism maxing.

tear down these stars now by likeadeuce Rated: T Word Count: 1,926 Summary: On their first night at boarding school, Patrick hears his roommate crying, and he has to decide what kind of friend he wants to be.

Rec: They’re babies, your honor !!!

hear it all and by the hour forget by averythinline Rated: T Word Count: 7,647 Summary: Growing up, Patrick never really understood why people always claimed to hate hospitals so much. To be fair, he’s never actually had to spend time in one, so he hasn’t given it much thought, he supposes. It just seems like a common theme, a hatred shared amongst characters on TV and in movies, one that the masses can easily relate to. It never occurred to him to consider why. Now, sitting on a hard wooden chair in a hospital waiting room, he thinks he understands. or: art gets sick while they're at the tennis academy

Rec: Soft and sweet with all the obligatory yearning, just what the doctor ordered.

Motel by Anonymous Rated: E Word Count: 2,277 Summary: Art got ridden last night. In a beer-drunken haze, he agrees to act it out for Patrick. *Pre-Tashi *Or: having sex in the least official way possible while bits of plot occasionally fly across the screen

Rec: Is it gay if you hump a pillow to completion in front of your best bro? Asking for Art Donaldson.

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Category #9: Roadtrip!

They hit the road. Pretty much what it says on the tin :) games to play by CivilBores Rated: E Word Count: 7,717 Summary: “That’s—Jesus Christ. This is not the way you invite someone for a threesome.” “I didn’t realize there was proper etiquette,” Patrick comments lightly. “You could actually ask me, for starters.” Impatient, Tashi says, “Will you fuck both of us. There.” “You two are freaks,” Art deadpans. - Art agrees to go on a road trip with Patrick and Tashi, and gets more than he bargained for.

Rec: Patrick and Tashi should psy-op Art into a throuple more often. As a treat.

we three hunky-dory’s by paintedpomp Rated: E Word Count: 13,763 Summary: were road tripping out to Stanford, Patrick texts Tashi. *We’re, she texts back. oh good, so ur coming, Patrick replies. (Patrick, Tashi, and Art, a car, and the open road)

Rec: Patrick and Art kinda sorta kidnap Tashi on the way to Stanford. They’re all better off for it.

2 die 4 by jaekyu Rated: E Word Count: 6,772 Summary: “You know, I could never hate you,” Patrick tells Art, still on his knees against the floor of the shower. “Not even if you ripped my heart out with your teeth.”The after, immediate and otherwise; come take a bite in the middle of the night.

Rec: After the Challenger, Art goes on the run. (Kind of).

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Category #10: Art's Afflictions

Art Donaldson is afflicted with many things. Most of them are bisexuality.

no simulation (it's gotta be true) by pzweig Rated: E Word Count: 6,618 Summary: Here Art is, horny and alone, looking for something that will help him forget, because it’s been years and he’s been so good, hasn’t he? Hasn’t he been good? Hasn’t he kept his thoughts pure, hasn’t he been focused on what matters? Hasn’t he earned the right to be just a little bit bad? That’s the mantra Art settles with as he scrolls past video after video, trying to settle on something quick before he loses his nerve. That is until one stops him dead in his tracks.

Rec: Art being left to his own devices is a dangerous thing, and this is no exception.

baby come and get you some (can you read my mind?) by Fairchild14Rated: T Word Count: 3,429 Summary: Patrick and Art take a late night trip away from academy tournaments to buy some cigarettes. Art complains about Patrick's stupid car and even stupider habits. Patrick just likes to be along for the ride.

Rec: A soft moment in a car, a gas station, a dreamlike fugue.

self control by wishicouldunderstand Rated: E Word Count: 22,993 Summary: Again and again, Patrick almost makes Art lose his self control. Eventually, something's bound to give. An exploration of Art and Patrick's messy, confusing relationship, over several years.

Rec: The only ‘Art is Gay’ fic that's allowed! I’ve decreed it, and so it shall be.

made it all look painless by sundaymournin Rated: M Word Count: 20,277 Summary: If there's one thing Patrick Zweig has always loved, it's making Art Donaldson hurt. Or, this author outright rejects that these three had the self-control to actually stay away from one another.

Rec: It’s Art’s turn with the panic disorder stick.

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Category #11: Call Me Sometime

Long distance is a bitch. Phone sex...isn't.

when you own the world, you're always home by pacific_chiller Rated: E Word Count: 7,334 Summary: “You always have something to say, Patrick. What’s on your mind?” “Well,” he says, trying to put the ball in her court, “I’m wondering why you’re bringing Art up while you’re touching yourself.” “You say that like you’re not also jerking off right now, you fucking hypocrite." A late night phone call. Patrick finally goes pro, alone and far-flung from anything that matters. In his time of need, Tashi does what she does best: coach.

Rec: Drop into Tashi and Patrick relationship in 2007. Receive psychic damage. Collect $200.

when you call me, i'm all over the place by melobaby Rated: E Word Count: 5,111 Summary: “You’re—I think about what you say to her,” Art confesses. “Or what she says to you.” “You want to know how Tashi dirty talks to me?” One time Patrick has phone sex with Tashi, and one time he has it with Art.

Rec: Patrick’s racking up his phone bill and he is not complaining!

i feel the rush by brideshead Rated: E Word Count: 2,842 Summary: Yeah, Patrick is definitely touching himself. Art watches as his own hand, his free hand, comes down to his shorts. He pushes them down to about mid-thigh. His cock is a little hard. There is still time, Art thinks. There is still time to turn back. All he has to do is tell Patrick he’s buried knee-deep in biology homework, that he has to wake up early for tennis practice, that he needs to go take a leak. He could tell Patrick anything at all to put an end to this phone call.

Rec: If I had a nickel for every time Art and Patrick jerked off while talking about a woman they both thought was hot, I’d probably have a dozen nickels. But I’d happily take some more.

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Category #12: Meet The Donaldsons

Art and Tashi are doing great :) really :)

a whole cake (all for me)! by non_sporulating (radiodurans) Rated: E Word Count: 44,141 (wip) Summary: In which Tashi and Art absolutely do not care about Patrick’s absence from their wedding, or his stupid boyfriend either.

Rec: The lead up to Tashi and Art’s wedding is going exactly according to plan. Huh huh. Absolutely!

To Camelot by greenTeacup Rated: E Word Count: 19,942 Summary: He takes a long sip of whiskey before he says a word. When he does, his tone’s deceptively light, chipper, brutally clipped. “So, hey,” he says. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Patrick stares down into the bottom of his highball glass with a wry twist of the lips. “Friend of mine’s getting married,” he says, and makes no effort at all to hide the bitterness. He lets it seep right through everything like red wine on white carpet, like the smell of sex on fresh sheets. “Figured I’d come pay my respects.” “That’s for funerals.” “I know what I said.”

Rec: Patrick shows up the day before Tashi and Art’s wedding. They’re all worse off for it (affectionate).

i think i'm waking up to us (we're a disaster) by somethinginwater Rated: M Word Count: 6,467 Summary: April 2018, a day in the life of the Donaldsons. Art keeps having bad dreams and he'd rather do anything but play the Italian open. Tashi, as she's wont to do, pushes him a little too far. (title from belle & sebastian, 'i'm waking up to us')

Rec: Fail Marriage at its finest, which is also at its worst.

Winning Some, Losing Some by turniflocked Rated: G Word Count: 1,288 Summary: “I’d hate to think that anyone thinks I agree with Sandgren about—” Art is gesturing with his hands now, like he’s really trying to articulate something. “About— the stuff he said about gay clubs. Not that I’ve ever been in one obviously, or that I would ever want to go to one— but that doesn’t mean that I think what he said was okay.” He deflates, looking at Tashi like she might yell at him, and it all clicks into place. Two days before the 2018 Australian Open Finals, Art is acting weird

Rec: Art should crash out at least once a quarter, as a treat :)

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Category #13: Patrick's Disorders

Just wanna shake him around and see what falls out of his pockets.

tender mercy by owlinaminor Rated: T Word Count: 2,381 Summary: Patrick never watches his matches. But he watches this one. He sits, cramped, in his car in the parking lot of the New Rochelle Costco, phone balanced on the dashboard, hugging his knees to his chest.

Rec: Patrick should always throw his phone in a motel pool.

sun ashamed to rise by maxisnotokay Rated: M Word Count: 17,986 Summary: “Hypothetically, if you were completely fucked, what would you do?” "What?” Art asks. His voice buzzes over the line like static. --- OR: Ten years after their falling out, Patrick develops a panic disorder. There's only one person in the world who he can possibly think to call about it.

Rec: As oomfs said, the truest sign for affection for a character is giving them a panic disorder. So true!

a faraway sound by comosum Rated: E Word Count: 8,209 Summary: Tashi and Art together just doesn’t make any sense to him. Every time he tries to imagine them together -- and he spends an embarrassing amount of time imagining them together, often late at night when he wants to make himself feel brilliant or terrible -- it just doesn’t compute. (20 years, before and after. or, Patrick never stops thinking about them - not in 2006, not in 2019, not in 2026.)

Rec: Sprawling and sparing, and with a gambling addiction as an aside.

The Art of Never Letting go by heliza Rated: T Word Count: 3,235 Summary: 'Being in a thirteen-year-long tailspin is different from being in a year long, month long, weeklong, day long one. Everything collapses, but over the course of so long a time that it is hard to recognise where rock bottom is.' Lyon 2018: Patrick Zweig is two matches away from playing Art Donaldson.

Rec: Patrick gets close, but not close enough.

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Category #14: Inciting Injuries

Fics where an injury shakes everything around

doctors make the worst patients by themasterletters Rated: M Word Count: 3,489 POV: Patrick Summary: Patrick finds an album of Art's injuries on Tashi's phone. There are hundreds of pictures.

Rec: This is a fic about Patrick studying Tashi studying Art like a bug. It’s beautiful.

History repeating by bibliophile232 Rated: E Word Count: 12,250 Summary: Art injures his shoulder right as his career is taking off. It changes everything. "I can win,” Patrick said, with the breezy confidence that occasionally made him a phenomenal player but more often made him a bad one, confused when he found himself on the wrong side of a score line. She recognised some of that cocky confidence when he continued, “I thought you wanted to change the game, Tashi. Art’s good, and he has the potential to be great, but coaching one great player that you’re fucking isn’t going to put your name in the history books.” “But coaching two players that I’m fucking would?” Patrick looked at her, strangely intense. “Yeah, Tashi, it would."

Rec: Art gets hurt sooner - they all reconnect sooner than New Rochelle.

please, give me mercy (no more) by thcscus (blujamas) Rated: T Word Count: 11,085 Summary: “This is low,” she says coldly, “even for you.” “It’s not like I asked to be run over by a semi." “Oh, didn’t you? This is a cry for help if I’ve ever heard one.” “You still came,” Patrick points out. Tashi’s lips curl into a sneer. “I came,” she says slowly, “to take my boyfriend’s name out of your emergency contact list.” /// Or, the highs and lows of Patrick Zweig's life, before and after New Rochelle.

Rec: Some suicidal ideation and a Chicago apartment. Whole series rips but this is my fav.

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Category #15: Never Failmarried, Twice Divorced

Divorced energy going crazyyyyy. No marriage required.

more than trinkets in your room by ercole Rated: E Word Count: 18,492 Summary: It was seeing Tashi watching CNN World Sports in Czech, eying the English subtitles back and forth at hyper-speed, like watching a match. It was seeing that picture of himself and Patrick—gently intimate in a way that really couldn’t be hand-waved off—blown up on the TV, his sleep addled brain trying, and failing, to catch up to what was happening. It was hot shame curdling in his gut when he lost a match, it was his daughter’s terrified hiccups when she woke up from a nightmare, it was Tashi being in any sort of pain, it was that dead look Patrick got in his eyes whenever Art was deliberately mean to him—it was free fall. (or: Three in a marriage is never easy.)

Rec: Somebody put a ring on Patrick's finger STAT.

neverland by ameliepoulain Rated: E Word Count: 14,079 Summary: “This is so sad,” Art says, shaking his head – but then he grins, the first genuine smile Patrick’s seen all night. It’s so warm and familiar that Patrick forgets for a second, that he’s nothing and they’re nothing, that the slight November chill is making them both shiver. (Patrick and Art spend a confusing weekend together at the tail-end of the year)

Rec: Patrick Zweig is the most divorced man in America.

The teacher of all things by Charlotte_Stant Rated: E Word Count: 3,202 Summary: Now that tennis was dead they all had weird hobbies.

Rec: This has married-divorced-remarried energy, and there's still some gas in the tack for another round. 

negotiation by santanico Rated: E Word Count: 10,612 Summary: “Yo,” Patrick said, and his eyes swept the main living space so quickly Tashi almost could have missed the widening of his eyes when he saw the oversized 8k TV or the double-sectional couch - in all creamy white, as if to make a point, Tashi thought - if she hadn’t been paying very close attention. He was dressed in jeans that fit him too loosely, a t-shirt with a button-up on over, as if that was somehow going to paint an illusion of professionalism to the look. He kicked off his shoes and handed her a bag. “Chocolates,” he said, by way of explanation when she looked inside. “I can see they’re chocolates,” she said, mesmerized by his choice of Ferrero Roche hazelnut chocolates. Maybe they were meant to be funny. “Don’t judge,” Patrick said, brushing past her with intent and popping his head into the kitchen where Art was characteristically hiding. “Hey.”

Rec: Even though they’re trying to get together in this fic, it feels like they’re already divorced.

in the way only you could by MacksDramaticShenanigans Rated: E Word Count: 12,677 Summary: “So it’s been… twelve years?” Patrick asks around the filter. He inhales deeply, and when he finally lifts it from his lips he blows the smoke in a steady stream past Art’s ear. He holds the cigarette out towards Art, an offering. Art shakes his head. “Thirteen, actually,” not that he’s counting, “and, no, thanks, I quit,” he says. “Tashi wanted me to.” It feels weird to say her name here. Feels a little bit like an invocation, Repeat Tashi Donaldson three times in the mirror while spinning in circles and she’ll appear right behind you. “Right,” Patrick muses and takes another drag. “What have you been up to for thirteen years?” Art’s eyes roll towards him with an unimpressed slant. “As if you don’t already know that,” he says. His lips press together and he tilts his head at Patrick, daring him to contradict. Patrick shrugs one shoulder. “Sure I do,” he says. Knocks the same shoulder into Art’s. He’s close enough to do that. “But I want to hear it from you.” Or, shared cigarettes, shared lamentations, and shared breath after the Phil's Tire Town Challenger Final.

Rec: Patrick and Art have reached amicable terms. The marriage is back on!

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Category #16: Put me in coach!

Patrick joins Art's coaching staff, tennis (and Tennis) ensues

into the blue again by brokendrums Rated: E Word Count: 19,420 Summary: After New Rochelle there's Cincinnati. And then, of course, it’s back to where it all started.

Rec: Tashi and Art are on the road and Patrick is invited along for the ride.

american doubles by stickyvalentine Rated: E Word Count: 19,165 Summary: In the midst of the hottest sex of her entire life, in that tangle of limbs and improbably acrobatic positions only made possible by a decade of pent-up frustration between three people at a truly world-class-athlete level of physical fitness, the ever-turning engine of Tashi’s brain managed a single, coherent thought: Something’s wrong here.

Rec: Tashi plays mastermind post-New Rochelle. She’s tennis-maxing

Après-match by mnabokov Rated: E Word Count: 12,424 Summary: After the match—Art, Patrick, and Tashi return to Palo Alto.

Rec: You know it’s going to be good when they hate each other a little.

hit where it hurts by plastiswafers Rated: E Word Count: 29,127 Summary: Art's still not good enough, and Tashi needs another favor before the US Open begins. Patrick is all too happy to oblige.

Rec: Patrick gets banished to the staff quarters. Sicko

that's a rap :) ty again all the challengers fanfic authors out there u r my heroes my comrades by silly rabbits. im ur biggest fan :)) here's to an incredible year!

Part 1

[ellegaard-the-redstone-engineer]

ELLEGAARD!!!! SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU ON TUMBLR!!!!!

My question for you is thus:

what are your opinions on.......... Olivia?

love from

anon

(who is definitely not Olivia)

🤩

?

Aw, thank you. Always touching to see such warm greetings!

Hm, Olivia?

Well...for starters, I noticed she tends to get overly excited. Sometimes, it felt a little exaggerated, but that’s just me. Her eagerness is a gift in and of itself, but there’s a time and place for everything, and she can get a tiny bit carried away. It’s...not as professional as I’d prefer in an assistant, admittedly. Not to mention her clumsiness, but I suppose I could cut her some slack. After all, she does have her advantages. I’ve seen her passion, and I’ve seen how eager she is to learn. It almost reminds me of myself back in— my younger days, but I’d rather not dwell on that. She has potential, a lot of it. She’s gonna go far. Still wished she thought a bit more before doing something.

[calliesmemes]

ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)

SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM THE DIALOGUE FEATURED IN THE ANIMATED FILM ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE, with some quotations slightly modified for roleplay purposes.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

   “   Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?   ”

   “   If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again, I'll step in front of a bus!   ”

   “   You have a lot of potential.   ”

   “   Who... who are you? How did you get in here?   ”

   “   I'm acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you.   ”

   “   Relax. He doesn’t bite … often.   ”

   “   Did you really know my grandfather?   ”

   “   We stayed close friends ‘till the end of his days.   ”

   “   He spoke of you often.   ”

   “   I've spent my whole life studying dead languages.   ”

   “   I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in... that this is the genuine Shepherd's Journal.   ”

   “   I'll show them! I will make them believe.   ”

   “   For years your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book.   ”

   “   Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don't realize how great.   ”

   “   Don't let her age fool you.   ”

   “   Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.   ”

   “   Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?   ”

   “   Boy, I’m so excited, l-l-l-I can't even hold it in.   ”

   “   Excuse me? I need to, uh, report in?   ”

   “   Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.   ”

   “   If you're lookin' for the pony rides, they're back there.   ”

   “   You can’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge.   ”

   “   This should be enriching for all of us.   ”

   “   Now tell me your story, my little friend.   ”

   “   This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out!   ”

   “   Now, what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?   ”

   “   Back to the pit from which you came!   ”

   “   OK, everybody. I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.  ”

   “   Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.   ”

   “   Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir.   ”

   “   Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.   ”

   “   How much time do we have?   ”

   “   I don't think he's comin' back.   ”

   “   Move it, people! Sometime today would be nice!   ”

   “   I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands.   ”

   “   Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch.   ”

   “   We’re all gonna die.   ”

   “   Looks like we have a little roadblock.   ”

   “   That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it.   ”

   “   You know, we've been pretty tough on the kid. What do you say we cut him some slack?   ”

   “   Hey, Milo! Why don't you come sit with us?   ”

   “   Hey, Milo, don't you ever close that book?   ”

   “   I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away.   ”

   “   You know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean – discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.   ”

   “   Hey, how’d you learn how to do that?   ”

   “   I never got to meet your grandfather. What was he like?   ”

   “   He was like a father to me, really.   ”

   “   My parents died when I was a little kid, and he took me in.   ”

   “   That is so cute!   ”

   “   Uh, no... no offense.. but how does a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multimillion dollar expedition?   ”

   “   So, what... what happened to your sister?   ”

   “   I just like to blow things up.   ”

   “   All right, who's not dead? Sound off.   ”

   “   Maybe that's our ticket outta here.   ”

   “   I gotta hand it to you. You really came through.   ”

   “   They can smell fear just by looking at ya.   ”

   “   We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.   ”

   “   Come. You must speak with my father now.   ”

   “   Someone's having a good time.   ”

   “   Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.   ”

   “   This changes nothing.   ”

   “   You presume much to think that you would be welcome here.   ”

   “   I know what you seek and you will not find it here.   ”

   “   Your journey has been in vain.   ”

   “   May I respectfully request that we stay one night, sir?   ”

   “   Your heart has softened, Kida.   ”

   “   A thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.   ”

   “   We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins.   ”

   “   The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.   ”

   “   Our way of life is dying.   ”

   “   When you take the throne, you will understand.   ”

   “   Well, the King and his daughter don't exactly see eye to eye.   ”

   “   Well, if he's hiding something, I want to know what it is.   ”

   “   Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered!   ”

   “   Oh, there is so much to ask about your world.   ”

   “   You are a scholar, are you not?   ”

   “   I got a few questions for you, too. So let's do this, OK? You ask one, then I'll ask one, then you, then me, then...well, you get it.   ”

   “   how did you get here? Well, I mean, not you personally... but your... your culture. I mean, how did all of this end up down here?   ”

   “   Wh... what... what … are you telling me… that you remember what happened because you were there? No, that... that's impossible...   ”

   “   How was my accent?   ”

   “   You know, you deserve credit for even... even gettin' this far.   ”

   “   By the way, we were never properly introduced. My name's Milo.   ”

   “   Uh, hey, you got a nickname?   ”

   “   You know, my grandpa used to tell me stories about this place as far back as I can remember.   ”

   “   I just wish that he could be standing here with me.   ”

   “   We are not thriving. True, our people live. but our culture is dying.   ”

  “   I wish there was something I could do.   ”

   “   Why don't you lead the way, because I have no idea where we're going.   ”

   “   This is amazing! A complete history of Atlantis!   ”

   “   I am such an idiot.   ”

   “   This is just another treasure hunt for you.   ”

   “   I would've told you sooner, but it was strictly on a need-to-know basis.   ”

   “   Welcome to the club, son.   ”

   “   Mercenary? I prefer the term "adventure capitalist."   ”

   “   You don't know what you're tampering with, Rourke.   ”

   “   Academics. You never want to get your hands dirty.   ”

   “   I got to admit, I'm disappointed.   ”

   “   You're an idealist, just like your grandfather.   ”

   “   For once, do the smart thing.   ”

   “   I really hate it when negotiations go sour.   ”

   “   Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us.   ”

   “   You've got to listen to me. You don't have the slightest idea what this power is capable of.   ”

   “   Let’s get this over with. I don’t like this place.  

   “   Doesn’t anything surprise you?   ”

   “   Talk to me, Thatch. What's happening?   ”

   “   So I guess this is how it ends, huh?   ”

   “   You've read Darwin. It's called natural selection. We're just helping it along.   ”

   “   Be serious. This is wrong, and you know it.   ”

   “    You pick now of all times to grow a conscience?   ”

   “   She has been chosen... like her mother before her.   ”

   “   I followed you in, and I'll follow you out.   ”

   “   it's been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.   ”

   “   What do you think that you are doing?   ”

   “   We're going to save Atlantis, or we're going to die trying.   ”

   “   Well, I have to hand it to you. You're a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible.   ”

   “   Tired? Aw, that's a darn shame, because I'm just getting warmed up.   ”

   “   There's a hero's welcome waiting for the man who discovered Atlantis.   ”

   “   I don't think the world needs another hero.   ”

   “   I'm going to miss that boy. At least he's in a better place now.   ”

[manatee-rp-memes]

Transformers: MTMTE Sentence Starters

~Feel free to tweak as needed~

“All good things must come to an end, if there’s one thing in life I’ve learned it’s how to say goodbye and mean it.”

“You think that just because the war is over, we can afford to stop fighting!“

“Okay, so tell me what happened- in layman’s terms, please. The fewer syllables, the better. Science makes me twitchy. Too many rules.”

“Never stand next to a quantum generator when it’s about to flout the laws of physics.“

“So, who broke the rule?”

“I’m too smart to die!”

“Either it’s very far away, or you’ve invented the world’s smallest drink.”

“Don’t say I’m irritable. It really—it really irritates me.”

“One day you’ll say something nice to me—just before you tell me I’ve got a terminal illness or something.“

“Bottom line? I’ve got nothing else to lose.”

“Wow. If I’d known that was the best you’ve got, I’d have said something genuinely offensive.”

“Nice to meet you, loser!”

“But there’s always been a war! That’s like saying there’s no more blue or—or the weather’s stopped!”

“Nothing tingles like a teleport.”

“I was aiming for the other guy…! Obviously.”

“A senseless waste, a terrible tragedy. Boo hoo.”

“He promptly beat me to the brink of fade-out and left me in a critical condition.”

“But that’s a whole other story. Sorry—I always wanted to say that. That, and ‘Impossible! Our laserfire is just making him stronger!’ Ahem. Go on…”

“Please! I surrender! Don’t shoot!”

“MUTINY! Everywhere I look I see rules being stretched and laws being broken and protocols being dragged outside and kicked to death.”

“Maybe I have been taking things too seriously. Maybe I should try and… and… whatever. There’s a word for it.”

“Course I didn’t press it… but what if I had pressed it?”

“A metafictional bomb. It blows a hole in the fourth wall.”

“I can tell you pretty emphatically that none of this – none of this even approaches my definition of ‘okay’!"

"Listen to me. NEVER. HOPE. Hope is a lie.”

“That was a nasty fall. Need a hand?”

“Get the hell out of my bar.”

“Ah, enriched nucleon…! The magic ingredient!”

"You should really stop and listen to yourself sometimes.”

“Life’s messed up. I’m messed up. I’ve done bad things and I continue to do bad things, because the voice telling me not to…? He’s not said much for a while. And y'know what keeps me going? ANGER. Anger’s an insulator. Stops life getting too close. If I got myself 'fixed,' maybe the anger would leave me—and then I really would be screwed.“

"Your life is in the palm of my hand. Before I squeeze, I offer up one last shining truth…”

“If God were on your side you’d have stopped me by now! Will anybody pit their faith against mine?”

“I know, I know—I’m incorrigible.”

“Honestly? I think for an intuitive weapon to promote long discredited notions of moral absolutism is problematic in the extreme.”

“When did you first decide that the universe needed ‘dominating’?"

"My life is a succession of decisions made in confined spaces.”

“If you want to get the measure of an author, don’t look at what they’ve left on the page…. look at what they’ve taken away.”

“Information carries weight. It’s not corporeal, but it has presence. It can be felt. It hangs in the air like—like words. Like the morning after an argument! Actually, not like that. That’s a bad analogy. I’m distracted.”

“Shut up. Stop expecting things of me.”

“The war is over and, thankfully, we lost.”

“I’m confronting my own mortality! I’m having one of those—those existential crisises!”

“'Could!' The luxury of 'could!' I’m already dead!”

“If I sit next to you too long, am I going to die of smartass poisoning?”

“There’s a thin line between categorization and segregation, and I never want to see it crossed again.”

“If the world thinks you’re a monster, what does it matter? The world is wrong. But when you start to think of yourself as a monster…”

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you.”

“Here’s a survival tip: When everyone’s lining up to make sacrifices… always get to the back of the queue.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret… I can do whatever the hell I like.”

“Maladies of the mind are easily hidden. We don’t want to see them. They remind us of our fragility.”

“You have two weapons at your disposal: your brain and your fists. You must be prepared to use both.”

"I’m fine. Bad dream, that’s all. My first flashback. These things’ll happen when you’ve got a head full of history.”

“This conversation is ridiculous. You are ridiculous. Everything that’s happened in the last few days is intensely ridiculous.”

“We’re all of us the sum of our experiences.”

“I know who I am, but I don’t necessarily know who I was. I find it hard to compare the two.”

“I want to tell you a story.”

“I’m trying to show concern. I’ve seen other people do it.”

“People don’t like me – they just laugh at my jokes. There’s a difference.”

“I hate you. As in, I actively hate you. I am in hate with you.”

“No one cares what you have to say~”

“I had a plan! Same plan as always: survive.”

“I order you to survive.”

“Nothing makes sense anymore.”

[wincestwhispers]

happy wincest wednesday!! talk to us about what would happen if dean got pregnant and didn't know if it was sam or john's

hi vicky!! ty ty for the ask<3 this is a good one but depends on the era i think.

if dean finds out post sam leaving for stanford he would want to keep it no matter what. even the chance that it’s sam’s would be enough for him. he would keep it a secret as long as possible so that when john finds out not only is it too late to abort but dean would tell john he’s the father regardless of the truth. he would be too scared to actually test for paternity so he’d simply raise the kid with john (so basically alone) believing it’s sam’s so he can feel like he still has a piece of his brother with him.

however if Dean gets pregnant pre-stanford, it’s a lot harder of a choice. For starters, it will interfere with hunting and that’s unforgivable in Dean’s younger mind. He can’t stand being useless and weak like he knows sam and john would treat him. but. but it’s not his. if Dean’s body barely belongs to him, is merely a shield and a tool for his family, then how could he dare do anything to the baby? and he doesn’t even know whose it is. Doesn’t know who he’d be betraying.

John is often too drunk to remember a condom and Sammy never wears one, too focused on having Dean in every way possible. Too intent on erasing their father’s touch from his skin. It could be either, and no matter whose it is, the other will be furious. Dean will never understand how the two people he’s spent his whole life worshipping can hate one another so much. He guesses that’s what happens when you’re similar in the cruelest of ways, in all the traits you don’t want to acknowledge in yourself that are thrown in your face by your own blood. It doesn’t make it any easier on him.

And now one of their essence’s is growing inside of him and he wants and fears and would rather die than make this choice. Because maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t hate him for very long. Maybe they could let this crime go and come to treasure the life he knows he already does. Maybe they could become a family again. He knows that’s only a dream, but it’s one he finds himself stuck in often these days. Too often. John noticed. Dean needs to make a decision, do anything other than sob in the shower and cradle his barely-there bump while the possible fathers of his child sleep a few feet away. Dean doesn’t know who he wants it to be. If it’s John’s, perhaps they could go back to how they were when Sam was young. When Dean could take care of his family and John would still give him kisses in between hunts. Maybe Dean could finally fill the hole his mother left behind the way he knows he never has despite his efforts. If it’s Sam’s though.. he can’t deny how appealing that is. To have Sam’s child, his baby inside him. To get the privilege to grow and protect their baby, the way their parents never had the chance to. He’s terrified Sam wouldn’t want that with him. He knows he shouldn’t get to carry something so precious, but god he wants to.

That night, while his brother sleeps soundly curled around a pillow he thinks is Dean, John away on a hunt, Dean leaves the motel to make a call. He knows someone who can help with this kind of thing. Then he finds a hunt he can believably handle on his own to use as an excuse. He wants to be alone when he makes the worst decision of his life.

He wants his child, but that’s not an option. He knows that.

Sam and John never find out (at least not from Dean) and Dean never found out who the father was. He still dreams about them sometimes though.

sorry this turned angsty and got very long my writing brain kinda took over