#I think it's cool how sick of/sick with are interchangeable

[frownyalfred]

"....for I am sick (of/with) love." is such a baller way to describe a heat/rut, yes I am making the Song of Solomon about omegaverse, no, nobody can stop me

[alienpossession]

"So......he will not move?"

"Not even an inch. Well, unless I told him otherwise,"

"Even if I punch him?"

"Go on, try it. See if he will flinch,"

So Eddie tried to punch the frozen, dormant Luke right on his face and stopped with mere 1 centimetre left between his fist and Luke's nose. Not even a blink. Eddie then grinned at the already grinning Casper

"Bro, this is sick,"

"Yeah, even better if you can be like him too, Eddie," and suddenly Casper directed the barrell of technologically-advanced right to Eddie's heart before pulling the trigger. Eddie's once excited face dramatically turned into horror before eventually shifted once more to a rather stoic and statuesque facial expression

"Perfect,"

"Now Luke, I want you to take him under your wing. Teach him everything I taught you, like how to clean the house, prepare my meal, keep your body fit and of course how do you polish my knob and overall serviced my body. I believe you can do it, and at least now it's not all lonely for you to handle everything all by yourself. This is very generous of me, don't you think?"

"Yes Master, very generous, and I'm forever thankful for it. But, will you dispose me for him, Master?"

"Of course not, you two can service me interchangably as long as Weel is not coming back yet from his adventures across the world learning about the various life on Earth. He gave me this device to enslave you and others knowing full well he will leave for quite some times, so I'm not planning to dispose anyone,"

"Okay then Master. Well, hello there, mentee. I will have a lot of fun molding you into Master Casper's perfect slave,"

Casper just grinned upon listening to Luke's statement. This cool device from his advanced alien friend is really amazing, but so far he only explored the feature Weel taught him. What about these other commands he can try on? Hmmm....maybe he needs some more test subjects.....

[carlyraejepsans]

UTY!Flowey, "lore" and how to criticize a fan prequel without being an insufferable pedantic, a guide by Biscia.

(for my muskless fellows, here's a transcript of my thread on Undertale Yellow that I posted on Twitter. enjoy!)

There's this really frustrating attitude in fan spaces i like to call "lorepilling" where people are substantially more concerned with encyclopedic knowledge of details & minutiae (so called "lore") in place of full-text thematic/narrative analysis as if the two are mutually interchangeable.

It's especially common in large franchises and story heavy videogames, and it's like... Are You Treating This Piece Of Art Like A Trivia Battle Or Are You Treating It Like A Story

This is coming from a person who is also deeply autistic about UTDR trivia btw, I'm just saying that when it comes to transformative *stories*, depending on the impact it has on character, themes, and narrative structure... lore is expendable.

Ultimately this is why most of the UTY criticism i see (on twitter specifically) falls flat. What does it matter if "lore" means Flowey couldn't chronologically be there when the justice human fell, as long as the game narratively justified his presence in the story in a compelling way?

The real criticism, in the end, is that it didn't.

He's a plot central, main cast character from the canon returning in a cast of mostly OCs and what does he have to show for it? An admittedly sick boss battle in 1/3 endings, sure but... not much else. He has no significant "presence" in the story, no tie, interaction, or even just... an opinion on the rest of the cast. Which is a huge miss when Flowey's meta role is to be Thee completionist player mirror. He's the OG lorepilled UT fan! He's an opinionated little shit!

This isn't to say that UTY *didn't* engage w/ his metanarrative. When me and @a-town-called-hometown first started playing the game (we were both skeptical of Flowey's inclusion), he immediately said "It would be really cool if they made it so this has been going on for a while and Clover has no idea". Which is precisely what the game did in the neutral ending, and what I will openly say was the most well written & well executed part of this game's story...

...a part we almost didn't see, because the pacifist ending disappointed us so much we lost all will to replay.

To put it in the words of my friend Mel @clowwwnbytes, there's a deafening hollowness to UTY Flowey's motivations & core principles where his guilt towards Chara—and resulting black and white thinking—should be. You're telling me Mr Kill-or-be-killed, "sacrificing yourself to do the right thing is stupid", would stand there after 1000s of failed attempts to make Clover survive, look on as they make the same mistake Asriel he did, and fondly call them friend? Cue the guitar, roll the credits?

He would lose it. Oh my god he would lose his goddamn mind, he would throw the nastiest temper tantrum in the world. Are you serious? How dare you. How DARE you. All this effort, all my patience, and you just let yourself DIE for a few worthless idiots? I should've let you ROT!

*clears throat* sorry got a bit too into character. as i was saying.

I can understand a UT prequel wanting to distance itself from the canon Chara storyline in order to form its own identity, but then turning around and choosing Insane About Chara The Character™ for a sidekick is... far from optimal. In the end, Flowey comes across as underutilized and inconsistent, with a whole lot of wasted potential.

This is an issue I have with UTY's character writing (original AND returning) and story structure as a whole. Lots of inconsistent character arcs, tonal dissonance, overuse of situational sadness... it's an amateurish work, after all, and you can feel it. There's no shame in that.

(Though, there ARE some issues that i take more seriously with its writing, especially when it comes to its two main female characters—Ceroba's lack of narrative agency and depth borders on misogynistic writing imo. But that's a topic for another day)

Over all, UTY was an incredible piece of collaborative transformative work, with gorgeous art and a genuinely incredible OST, which... would have benefited from more experienced writers. But hey, you can only ever learn by trying!

For all it could've been a better story, it certainly did not fail to entertain: both when my friend was playing it, and after in our many discussions of its writing, its faults and how it could've been improved (royal scientist!ceroba character fix you will always be famous. to ME!)

I'm sure this project served as an incredible source of experience for the developers: as individual creators AND as a team. I look forward to their future projects!

but also if i have to see another person say UTY is better than Undertale i might turn into The Jonker.

end of the essay! really couldn't stand any of the pedantic ""criticism"" I'd seen of this fangame so far, so i had to say my piece as someone more versed in analysis. happy to elaborate on anything in the replies or in my inbox!

[thevoidstaredback]

Phantom's Coffee

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant Side Story

There is a lot that comes with being a ghost. Most of that is really cool superpowers. The unfortunate side effect with the whole being dead thing is that he doesn't have need for human functions or sustenance.

It had been a horrible thing to discover, really. The lack of constant need for sleep and food and drink was sometimes useful, but that came with the realization that nothing affected him.

At first, Danny and his team thought it was because he was dead. No blood flow, no working organs, no metabolism. This lead to a lot of experimentation. Drugs and alcohol had no effect, neither did poisons. He didn't get sick anymore, no matter what he did!

And then he realized that coffee didn't work.

Naturally distraught, Danny went straight to Frostbite to figure out what was going on. It's finals season, damnit! Coffee was gonna be the one thing to pull him through his studies!

"From what I can tell," the yeti explained, "your human functions have stopped. Quite the opposite, really."

Danny blinked. "But, I'm dead. Ghosts don't have working organs or stuff like that."

"Indeed, but you're only half dead."

"What difference does that make?"

Why did Frostbite now have charts, and where did they come from? "I can only guess, but when you died and brought back, the electricity jump started everything in your body. It essentially supercharged you. I can only assume that it'll die down in time to the point of non-function, but we can't know for sure."

"Wait," Danny's voice was nervous, "What does that mean?"

Frostbite took a minute to think over his words, looking for how to phrase what he wanted to say. "When you are alive, your heart beats slower than it did before your death, yes?"

"Yeah."

"That would be the effects of the ectoplasm that reanimated you. Your heart rate is slower, breathing takes a more conscious effort, your blood flow is slower, your organs are all working at half of what they used to." He took another moment of pause. "When you are dead, your heart beats faster than it did, breathing is faster, blood flow is faster, your organs are working at twice capacity."

Danny's breathing, now that he was very aware of it, picked up. "What- But that- What?!"

"With a high enough voltage, electricity kills. With a high enough concentration, ectoplasm reanimates."

"Reani- but I'm alive!"

"Indeed."

"But that doesn't make sense!"

"Doesn't it?"

"No!"

"Perhaps I should try a different phrasing." Frostbite said. "When you are Danny Fenton, you are more dead than alive in the sense that your body has been killed and not fully revived. When you are Danny Phantom, you are more alive than dead in the sense that your body was revived and not fully killed."

Danny was quiet for a moment. "Reanimated and revived aren't interchangeable, Frostbite."

"In some contexts', no. In others, they are."

"Are they here?"

A beat. "Yes."

Danny knew he was lying, but he didn't call him out on it. That was a crisis for another day, thank you very much.

So, higher metabolism for Danny Phantom, lower one for Danny Fenton. Great.

All crises pushed aside to freak out about never later, Danny's ew mission was to find out exactly how much caffeine would be required to give him the buzz of wakefulness that he was searching for.

Normally, the course of action would to be to measure how much e weighs and look up the maximum caffeine intake his body could handle. It was the first thing he tried, and it failed.

By the tried and true method of 'Fuck It, We Ball', Danny learned that he needs to have 35,000 milligrams of caffeine in a single sitting before any effect takes hold when he's drinking as Phantom.

The calculations running at a 5:1 ratio, caffeine milligrams to weight pounds, the lowest end on the scale of average weight of a small female elephant (3,175 kilos), multiplied by five gives him the 15,875 milligrams that would be enough to give him a low buzz and keep him awake for a few hours. That's enough to kill the elephants on the low end of the scale.

(Jazz vetoed any kind of caffeine that wasn't naturally occuring in chocolate when he's Danny Fenton. She said that he's already died once and that he doesn't need heart problems to kill him.)

(Danny calls bull, but he isn't willing to risk his sister's ire.)

Because he can't let finals get the best of him, Danny decided to take it a step further.

The highest end of the scale for the average weight of female elephants is 4,050 kilos, multiplied by the same five, gives 20,250 milligrams of caffeine.

Essentially, the lower end of the scale would give him the same effect as 99 (and a bit) 473 milliliter cans of Rockstar Energy Drinks in one sitting. The higher end of the scale would be 126 (and a bit) 473 milliliter cans of Rockstar Energy Drinks in one sitting.

All that was left to do, now that he has the maths for the desired effect figured out, was to mix that in his favorite drink: A Red Eye.

Truly an abomination for the ages.

After way too much brain power, Phantom's completed coffee order looks like this:

A large Red Eye with 20,250 mg of caffeine

2 tablespoons of cinnamon

1 tablespoon of honey

1/8 cup of chocolate syrup

and 3 mint leaves or 1 teaspoon of mint extract

(he added 4 shots of vodka when he turned 21)

Danny is gonna kick his finals' ass, and be hyped up on caffeine while doing it!

Storyboard

[jessaerys]

part of what didn't work for me in the shards that did in american psycho is that patrick bateman is clearly a satire, a character that is a concentrated distillation of a cultural moment in time; so when some humanity breaks through -when he has these brief moments of experiencing a real human emotion of connection and empathy that he ultimately can't grasp- it really hits, because there's a contrast, clearly delineated build ups and releases that communicate that the writer not only knows what he's doing but he is crafting exactly what he wants do be crafting. does that make sense... you sense this confident commanding of the page. whether there's an earnestness and un-selfawareness to the shards that i found embarrassing and i'm not sure why...... a lot of the shards reads like american psycho (everyone looks exactly the same and are all extremely drop dead gorgeous in an interchangeable kind of way; all the brand and celebrity name-droppings so you, the reader, know it is cool and chic; the tangents into mansplaining music and pop culture to you) except it dawns on you that the objective of the shards is not to highlight how ridiculous all of it is, but it is in fact being written straight and it's supposed to encapsulate the coolness of 80s cocaine chic rich kid LA. and to a certain degree it does, veering in and out of the kind of debauchery that on the surface seems to say "can you believe these guys?" but the depiction itself is glamourized to the nth degree and you can't help but think, wow, i wish i was popping valium in the ennui of my sick ass muholland drive mansion. it's clearly prose that is more about creating a mood, an aesthetic sensibility and an atmosphere than to convey a plot or meaning. cinematography in the written form; a glossy-edged frame from a film, which i really fuck with. it reminded me of maXXXine, both aesthetically speaking and in the ways in which it pays tribute to the lurid exploitation genre of the time.

but also it is less polished than american psycho and in it's unpolishedness, especially (let me check) oh GOD three decades later (ok this makes a lot of sense) it lets through an understanding of the writer's desires and interests and those desires and interests are very similar to what he satirized in previous works. but i haven't read his other novels so maybe this is just news to me

[ragdoll665]

Any one else miss the old space marine designs? Mabye it's just me thinking old stuff better than new stuff, but I really liked the mismatched various armour patterns, styles and mash ups old space marines used to have.

These massive angels of death wearing sometimes several thousand year old armour, ancient relics of the chapters past, sometimes marines wore armour marks to better fulfill battlefield roles and purposes but often they still had to fill in gaps. Not every marine was the same. The old tactical marine set came with various leg, shoulder chest and helmets to be put together however you wanted. Yes when painted in the army scheme they did all look very alike but you always had a favourite, there where kits to make your own personal chaptermaster with various equipment all easily interchangeable with almost all other space marine kits. Old upgrade kits with unique helmets specificly used and themed for a chapters aesthetic, not just the same helmet with a small chapter symbol glued to the top, not just the same 1 shoulder pad with chapter symbol.

Now every marine feels the exact same, yes there are more armour marks fieldable now than ever before but everyone wears the same thing that they feel soulless now. Did primaris armour look really cool when it was first announced, hell yea, I bought the 8th edition set because of how cool they looked, but now I'm just sick of it, everyone wearing the same helmet, same shoulders, same everything it's soooooo boring.

Even the characters like Titus in space marine 2, compare the armour of the Death watch at the beginning of the game to ANYTHING ELSE. Compare the base customisation (armour types) in space marine 1 to space marine 2 (though to give some credit space marine 2 did have various armour types, while the first game only had tactical armour)

I miss the old mark 8 helmets, I miss the mismatched armour marks, I miss space marine chapters feeling different and not just the same but with different colours.

[pumpkinsy0]

hcs for pony being a total nerd

pls

pls...

.....pls

pleek,,,,,pleeekkk

but omg i was thinking about the eltingville club while writing this where r my eltingville club lovers @

•ok yesss ponys book smart but to me hes mainly a pop culture nerd, i can look into his eyes and see that. less to do w celebrities and lesser w video games, more to do w movies, literature, things of that nature!! would he b out and proud w it tho??? nope, hes keeping this under lock and key

•that isnt to say that he isnt an academic nerd however he absolutely is, thats just a lesser aspect of his nerdiness + hes not big into “obviously nerdy subjects” in school, like math!!! he sucks at math💔💔 (yknow who doesnt tho??? curly,,,pony always calls him a need i promise)

•biology class though???? right after literature class (maybe gym too) id say thats his best class, huge nerd about it and will pay his deepest attention, dissection labs???? he loves it, he loves being hands on, u should see his notes theyre perfect

•i hc that he has asthma and allergies so adding onto the fact that hes school smart, ik the gang gets on his ass when hes sick w either of the two things. he becomes a walking stereotype in their eyes and he cant even defend himself against that💔💔

•if he hears someone saying something wrong about something he’s RLLY interested in he WILL correct them bc it grinds his gears to hear misinfo being spread. if its someone he doesnt know saying it he will keep his mouth shut but will b bursting at the seams and foaming at the mouth quietly

“ermmmm acktually” founding member

•ohhhh pop culture nerd pony how u would have a deep love hate relationship w fandoms and its culture❤️

•pony wouldnt have a lot of collectors edition things but he doesnt go CRAZY about it, it doesnt upset him to not have a lot of expensive/limited edition things (is this his way of coping w being broke??? maybe but aldo no, doesnt upset him bad!!) unless the limited edition thing adds onto whatever hes into and isnt just “literally just physically a new look” hes into it!!! hand it here!!!!

•speaking of limited edition, when it comes to those limited edition stuff movie theaters give out to ppl watching a movie, he doesnt care how corny it is hes a sucker for those, loves em, keeps the small collection in his old room to go in and stare at later on, for ones hes more fond of he keeps it in his and sodas room. sodas such a cool guy he doenst even complain about it, he will save those snacks centered around characters for pony to have (cause duhhh works at a gas station)

•idk how to explian this one well but he would take up doing small things that other characters also do. like idfk if a character has a specific way of doing something, pony would take up doing it as well, not even bc it makes him look tuff but bc it makes him feel closer to the character

•ok half way of writing this i realized im making pony more of a geek than a nerd but 1) what the fuck evvveeerrrrr 2) look i dont think anyone teasing pony would rlly care about the difference, i dont even think pony would rlly care about the difference either and would also use the two interchangeably, if anything he would just call himself a geek bc theres less of a negative connotation behind it and he feels like hes reclaiming it a bit

•he doesnt wear or in general take merch of his interest OUTSIDE, inside those r his lounging around clothes. plus he has to put em to use somehow the gang always gives him stuff related to it to support him and he cant let them sit around collecting dust

•put him next to a stereotypical nerd and he will not b like “omg nerds unite” he will b nice outwardly☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽but in his head he is so judgy

[dancinsquid]

Good day! If you still have asks open, this question is for you- Whats your headcanons for Glitchy Red?? Wouldn't mind hearing more about him, if ya don't mind.

hehe my asks are always open <3 !! thank u for ur interest^.^

here’s a couple off the top of head

• i always preface my hc stuff w these lol but i see glitchy as a transfem lesbian! i use she/he for her interchangeably! hope that’s ok ^^’

• she’s nicaraguan + half japanese

• she’s a big girl. like. really tall. like. 6’6 tall. altercation from constantly being glitched the fuck out don’t ask me how it works i dunno i just think it’s cool if she’s huge. also she’s a little toned. and chuby even.

• i honestly don’t rly see her as this… constantly angry person like people portray her as usually 😅 i think she’s just kinda…… … blunt. but she can come off as rude or angry bc of her bluntness (autism)

• she has chronic rbf (resting bitch face) that shit is permanent . (but she also has a cute smile)

• his.. glitching. thing. is very dependent on his mood. so like if he feels some extremely intense emotion it can fuck up his whole body pretty badly. he might glitch tf out and need a few minutes to recover…

• ^ this also applies to his voice… it’s just naturally bit-crushed like that and it’ll get more distorted

• tbh if you try to poke her glitches you’ll probably get shocked pretty badly. it won’t be lethal or leave a scar or anything but it’ll def hurt!

• she’s got some sick piercings (snake bites, industrial, 2 lobes) and she did them herself . don’t ask me how. she’s a diy girl.

i can’t think of anything more rn ~_~ my head hurts and i’m sleepy ! hope these were ok !>v>

[goblinselfshippr]

Here’s the intro for my ship w ol Maxy <3<3

I’m choosing to call their shipname “MagnetMir” (Magneto + Cazimir)

Warnings: first-person/Caz’s pov, mentions of blood and near-fatal wounds (not TOO much description, but uh… it doesn’t look great), talks of death/dying but no actual death, slight spoilers for X//men Red. Words: 1.6k Further notes: Since this takes place on Arakko, I use both his name and his alias interchangeably. My insert is a rogue angel who uses Sam’s last name, as always. She looks young, but she’s just an immortal.

I don’t know who this off-brand Thanos is, and I don’t care. He has caused pain to my Max, and that is all I care about. I’d seen the image, and I thought I could handle it.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t handle the way his powers made his blood unnaturally swirl around him. It was almost poetic how the hole in his chest mirrored Wanda’s own event. I couldn’t run to him, I had to stay calm. If I ran full speed to him— a stranger!— I would be seen as an aggressor and dealt with. And so I stumbled, bleary-eyed, through the carnage. Tried not to think about what lay among the wreckage.

“Max!”

He turned automatically. His teammates did too. I must look crazy, some random woman in ordinary clothes wiping tears from my face. Accidentally wiping dirt onto myself. Or maybe they just thought I was a citizen displaced by the carnage, but I knew his name. Did that make me a threat?

I’m definitely sobbing too much to be seen as such. I don’t get too close before I’m stopped. I tried to push past regardless, “He needs healing— let me-!” We’ve never met, but he utters my name. Steps forward. A shaky hand pushes downward on my shoulder, “Cazimir.” I make a pathetic sound. “You’re too far ahead of yourself, as always. Go back,” he’s forcing a smile. We both know how this looks for him. “And quit crying, you silly thing.” Breathe. Breathe. Come on. “We- I’ve never-“ He cuts me off, “We’ve met. You’re peeking ahead at the end, my love.” Oh. Oh, no, don’t call me that. My stomach flips, I’m starving for comfort, and I might be sick.

I force myself to stay the tears. My voice shakes, “I can’t ask you to stay alive for me. I can’t force you to live. Not after everything… You deserve rest.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I’m reduced to quiet sobs. “Thank you, my dear. Besides, who knows where you’ll land? Maybe we are from separate timelines, and your Magneto is not ready to meet his end yet.”

A roar tears through the air and I can’t hold back the scream that leaves me. This synthetic creature. I forgot about it and didn’t properly analyze the situation. And it was going straight for its aggressor. For Max.

“It’s plastic and silicone. Sunspot can you melt it?” I yell, flying up. I can’t hear if he answers, so I draw my sword anyway. If this thing can regenerate, then it is living. Then I will smite it— Storm’s here, sharing her power with her old enemy. “I won’t tell you again, Cazimir Faust! Go back,” Max yells. I obey, running through a portal before the lighting he aims at me hits.

I find myself hyperventilating in my brother’s room. This has always been my reality, I know it. I see their lives— mostly— and often their fates. There are ways to get around a perceived death, but… Max deserves to go on his terms. He has been torn apart and reassembled so many times… how cruel would I be if I forced him to live for my sake? That wouldn’t be an act of love. He would not love me any longer because I would be his captor, his tormentor.

Amaimon is touching me, I’m only vaguely aware of the cool feeling of his scales. “I know,” my brother coos, “I know it’s hard. I know it hurts.” It wouldn’t have hurt so bad if Magneto hadn’t kissed me. If he hadn’t called me his love. Treated me so fondly. My love. My love. That cruel bastard. I gave him permission to go, and he made me want to rip it back from him. “Go back.” He’d demanded— wait! He wanted me to find him again. He wanted us to meet each other. He was right, I got ahead of myself. Peeking at the end. I need to go back, it’s what he wanted. Maybe he’s right… maybe he was not my Max. He knew of me, but he knew of lots of timelines. Maybe… maybe…

“I have to… I have to recalibrate.” I say shakily, beginning the process of recycling the magic. I will do as he commanded. I love him. He loves me. Or he will, eventually, if what I witnessed today was right.

—

A week later, I teleport into the mutant city. The entire place is enveloped in night. Genosha is small still. Well, “small” may not be the right word for the densely packed city that comes into view in front of me. The city itself is only a few square miles, but there’s been significant upward expansion on the island. I move on my own. My eyes don’t see. I’m pulled past the people occasionally out and about in the night. I stopped on the steps to the palace, yet to expand to its full glory. This was technically a government building, wasn’t it? Did it have business hours like any other? Was I supposed to knock? How did this work?

“Are you just going to stand there and loiter outside my home?”

I look up, and there he is. Magneto. Looming over me on the second-story balcony. “Sorry, I just got… lost.” The reality mixes with my memory of him, the hole through his chest, the two images flickering back and forth. He’s thinner, slightly. He’s bulkier on Arakko, but even now he’s still an Omega-level mutant. You can feel it in the air, which could just be a purposeful illusion on this part. I wouldn’t put it past him to project an EMF field at a frequency that makes most normal people feel sick for intimidation purposes. I wondered if it made him able to analyze the other person, their abilities, their emotions, anything…

Oh!

There he was, in all his glory. He’d floated slowly down from the balcony and in front of me during my thoughts. I just stood there, dazed. I didn’t know what to say, so I settled on, “Hello.” He repeated my greeting with an amused look, circling me.

“What is your name?”

“Cazimir Faust.”

“You don’t look like a spy.”

This was one of those loaded statements cops used, like saying “Well if you are drunk, you’re the steadiest drunk I’ve ever seen”. Which is to say that any noncommittal answer— A laugh, a nod, a hum of acknowledgment— will be treated as an agreement. As if you’re saying “Yes, I am drunk”, or in this case, “Yes, I am a spy.”

“I’m not a spy.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Well, you don’t seem like a mutant.”

I risked being a little mouthy with him, “That’s a rude assumption, would you prefer I fly off a balcony at 11 o’clock at night?” He huffs a laugh in response.

“Now who’s being rude?”

“Sorry.”

He looked at me curiously when I apologized quickly, almost reflexively. “Now I know you’re not one of Xavier’s, you’re far too polite,” he decided. Another loaded statement. Would I be more suspicious if I played dumb, or were they still underground at this point? I didn’t know.

“Why are they rude to you?”

“Because they hate me.”

Oh, you damn drama queen, they only hate you because you’re a terror.

“But I thought Charles Xavier assisted you in your trial?”

There was that flash of interest again.

“He did…”

“So then why would he represent you if he hated you?”

“Oh, don’t be so naïve. He did it for his own self-image.”

“How would representing someone described as a terrorist be good for his image?”

He did it because he cares for you, stupid. He waved his hand as if causing the topic to dissipate like smoke.

“So why are you here? Not here, as in this exact location, I do recall you claiming to be lost. What brings you to my island?”

“I was told to.”

“By who, exactly?”

I didn’t even realize the sigh that escaped me. Magneto stepped closer, “There you are looking like a kicked dog again. Is it really that bad of a story?” If only you knew. “I’d like to avoid the topic if I’m allowed.”

“Very well, I’ll ignore it for now. You teleported here, I see.”

“How do you know?”

“There’s a certain pattern of electric charge that happens when one moves quickly from one location to another via a portal.”

“I see.”

“Don’t make a habit of it.”

“Teleporting?”

“Teleporting onto my island without my knowledge. Travel within the city is allowed, but I’d prefer not being surprised.”

“Am I being detained?”

“I am not the police. Besides, if I wanted to do that, you would be detained already. I’ll let it go this time”

“Right…”

“but since I am doing you a favor, you must now do me one.”

“That seems fair.” Please don’t be scary. Or crazy. Or deadly.

“Tell me why you’re here.”

Shit. He’ll know if I’m lying now, too.

“Because you’re here.”

“And what purpose do you seek me?”

“Uh— I don’t know?”

He heaves a sigh, shoulders deflating as his head lowers, “Sadly, I believe you.” Normally, I’d be pissed at his smartass comment, but I’m not looking this gift horse in the mouth. Or anywhere else, as a matter of fact. I’m terrified of horses, I’m not even looking at said proverbial horse.

“You said you were lost, are you staying somewhere?”

“No, I hadn’t planned on staying…”

“Well, its late. I suppose I’ll let you sleep here.”

“That’s the nice way of saying you’re keeping an eye on me, isn’t it?”

“Quite.”

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[macabrebat]

Green Lantern Rebirth Issue 3

I have so many questions from the last issue. That I hope will get answered here. Who/What is Hal as he literally is out of his body? How is he corporeal??? I feel bad for Hal just from the cover art, poor man is literally trying to fight of the Specter and Parallax at the same time. Bro. Oh well. How about we just jump in and hope for the best LOL.

Ganther's power is TERRIFYING, I wonder why him and Kilowog are fighting over Hal's corpse.. And what's up with Kyle?? Why is his ring freaking out aarghh. And John?? Buddy?? What are you doing. Everything points to something being wrong or the rings being corrupted..

Hal is so handsome- Oh sorry, sorry back to the plot. Hal (aka Parallax) stole THE green lantern, sheesh. Ohh so fear has corrupted the rest, but because Kyle knows its coming he has managed to spare himself,, fascinating. And it completely slipped my mind that Kyle's ship crash landed from the sun- of course he flew out of it, retreating Hal's body duhh. I assume that they'll try to put his soul back into his body? I'm still so curious to have Hal is still corporeal..

That three way fight was so trippy yet cool. Vengeance attempting to help Hal was unexpected, but not surprising in hindsight when you think about what Parallax is. Also?? The history of Parallax that Kyle just told Ollie?? Is fucking sick. I love the idea of willpower and fear being these two indestructible forces that even with their immense power cannot take each other out. because they're interchangeably strong.

Oh my god.. the fact that Parallax slowly over time weakened Hal until it struck when he was at his weakest, without him realising until made HIM afraid is crazy. Holy fuck Parallax just ripped through the Specter like butter... I wish you all luck in stopping Hal, because it's looking pretty ROUGH. SINISTRO IS STILL ALIVE?? BITCH HOW?

Ollie needing more time with Hal's corpse lowkey broke my heart sjdhjs. Damn this issue was great!

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

The people that I've seen call Dean a misogynist seem to be confusing the term with sexist, or they're using them interchangeably even though there is a distinct difference in their definitions. Is Dean sexist? A little, sure. Not on purpose and not consciously, but he has a lot of sexist ideas and notions and assumptions banging around in his head, which is probably mostly the result of him watching so much tv in the 80's and early 90's without anyone teaching him that these things aren't actually cool. All those classic movies, westerns and 70's/80's movies that he loves so much? All had sexist shit in them. And here's the thing that people seem to like to forget... Dean very likely did not get well socialized from the time of the fire when he was 4 until Sam was old enough really interact with, so for at least another 4 years. Yes, Dean would have been in school for some of that time, but they moved around, and we don't know when John first actually enrolled Dean. How old was he? How often did Dean get to play with other kids or interact with other families? Because John wasn't in the best frame of mind during those early years. We know the brothers were left with babysitters sometimes. In 5x12 Swap Meat we meet a woman who worked at a motel where John would sometimes leave the boys for weeks and she would babysit them. But odds are pretty good that the tv did a lot of babysitting too. Dean had tv, his often drunk, revenge obsessed father, a collection of other equally damaged hunters, random people at motels, and his baby brother. So, yeah, Dean has some weird assumptions about things in general, and that includes some lingering sexist shit. But misogyny involves a disdain, mistrust, dislike, or full on hatred of women that Dean does not possess. Dean LOVES women! He loves them so much. Just because he's not a settle down and get married kind of guy doesn't mean that he doesn't respect them either. You can, in fact, respect people and still not be 100% open about your life, or want to get into a lasting relationship with them, or whatever. Keeping secrets that are necessary to keep doesn't make you a bad person. Lying about his "job" was actually the nicest thing he could do for those who didn't already know about monsters because the entire premise of their world is that those who don't know will freak the fuck out if they find out, so don't tell them. Even though he told Cassie (who broke up with him because she thought he was lying) and Lisa. He never bad mouthed any of the women he slept with, even the truck stop waitress with the weird rash (4x06 Yellow Fever) only ever gets brought up because of the ghost sickness infecting Dean with fear. I can think of exactly, precisely one moment in the entire run of the series when Dean says something really sexist and shitty about a young woman that wasn't a bad guy or monster, and that was while he was deep under the effects of the Mark of Cain and the whole episode was about him behaving like an asshole because of it. I don't remember which episode, but Dean was working a case by himself and while examining a victim's corpse at the crime scene, he makes a comment about how she was dressed to the law enforcement officer that he was talking to. But that's it. Otherwise he says crass or insulting things about monsters or those he views as being the "bad guy," which isn't unreasonable or even particularly sexist, despite him being fond of the term "bitch." But no matter what all he may be, Dean is not a misogynist.

“dean winchester is a misogynist because he lies to women to get them to sleep with him and therefore clearly doesn’t respect them”

then you actually watch the show and every time dean sleeps with a woman he’s soft and there’s a gentleness even in his passion and he always makes sure his partner’s satisfied/comfortable and he does form genuine connections with the women he sleeps with even if he lies about his name and job (which is completely understandable and actually the sane thing to do considering most of america knows him as a serial killer and there’s not a lot of people around who’d bother talking to a guy who claims he hunts monsters for a living) (or for fun ig since there’s not a lot of ‘living’ in this profession) and he spends time getting to know them and offers the little bits of himself that he can and most of the time that dean has sex with a woman he sleeps over and they see him off in the morning with a goodbye kiss and genuine affection for him and if they ever run into him again they’re clearly fond and look back on their shared memories with satisfaction if nothing else and. this is the guy who doesn’t respect women? how? by believing they are adults who can want and enjoy a night of sex with no strings attached (something he’s always straightforward about btw)?? and more importantly it’s always consensual and they like him as a person and they’re clearly both enthusiastic about it (in fact there’s actually instances where dean isn’t completely enthusiastic but never the other way around).

also any time he’s been in a serious relationship where he was going to be a part of the other person’s life he tells them the whole truth, about hunting and monsters and his role in it and what being with him would entail. so i’d say he respects women just fine but maybe you need to seriously evaluate why you feel having casual sex with women is inherently disrespectful of them.

not to mention that the sex does mean something to him. even if he didn’t it wouldn’t be “wrong” or “misogynistic” to want to have sex with a woman without a relationship BUT. the sex does mean something to him. because he craves intimacy and human contact and affection and being liked and wanted and so often when he’s going through something he’ll open up to these women (jaime, anna) and they’re willing to listen to him without judgment and they’re gentle with him, with his grief, his trauma and the sex is a way for him to connect on a deeper level with them and it helps him and he’s spent almost his entire life isolated from society and can’t form long lasting relationships for much of his childhood and youth but he actually cares about them as human beings and he feels affection for them and it fulfills his desire for tenderness that he can’t expect from anyone else. and there’s nothing wrong with any of that.

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

[Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wife!-Reader] Headcanons

A/n: my birthday is today! so I wrote this as a treat for myself. I been hella sick and unwell so yeah :) also there's a lack of fluff and domestic stuff so I'm here to provide! + Birthday stuff at the end! 🎂 🎉

TW// dark topics, mentioned of Simon's trauma and mental illness, It's like brief.

Song recommendations:

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

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You been married to Ghost for a long time, hell the task force didn't even know you existed until later this year or so.

Your meeting with your husband's buddies/co-workers (?) was quite a pleasant suprised.

Captain price was a lovely fellow, very much the father figure of the group. But he can be very cruel if need be.

Soap was.... interesting, you understand why your husband both love/hate the guy. But he was definitely fun to talk to. He was the most surprised to see you.

Gaz was a sweetheart, nice young man. Funny definitely. Didn't talk much.

Laswell was nice, she seem like the cool aunt type to drink wine or something.

But they definitely were surprised at the revelation that Ghost was married. Which isn't surprising considering the type of man he is.

(also you definitely showed the team your guys wedding photos/videos much to Ghost's protest.)

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But speaking of marriage, you been married to Ghost for around 5ish years. You met him by chance during an errand. It was really cliche, you accidentally bumped into him. And he was very awkward, and kinda stood their staring at you. You just laughed it off.

In some sense, you two were polar opposites that was interchangeable. He was the moon and you were the sun, etc. You balance each other out.

Also if it isn't obvious, both of you have some sense of dark humor. His was more shitty dad jokes and yours was offensive ones or very niche references to stuff. *Cough." Tumblr "Cough."

Also considering your husband, you were used to his interest in the morbid or macabre. Of course you had to tell him to dial it down so it doesn't hurt him. Specifically his interest in live leak. Also cause you didn't want to see that.

You were also the only person who could properly calm him down, or deal with his anger issues. Reminding him, it's fine to take a step away to breathe. Of course in the beginning it was hard but, you learn to understand him well.

You knew his triggers, his traumas and fears, of course it took ALOT of time and trust for him to even tell you this. But he slowly open himself to you and vice versa.

Also one of his bad habits, be it anger issues, but he sometimes unintentionally gaslight you. You know it means no harm but sometimes it can get overwhelming or lead up to fights. He tries his best not to do it often.

He may not be a great person for comfort, mainly sitting besides you or awkward hugs. But it's obvious he tries his best and that's enough for you.

And he's very protective of you considering what he's been through.

He trained you to defend yourself and how to use a firearm in emergencies just in case. It helps put his minds in ease. But as mentioned earlier, due to his anger issues. He will have the urge to fight anyone who upsets you or hurts you. That's the only time you can't hold him back much to your pleas.

But at the same time, you, yourself is highly protective of him. Of course he's more then capable to defend himself afterall he's a highly experienced military man. Who's 6'4 and 200+ pounds, but even so you will protect him. After all you love him with all your heart. Of course being a civilian, there's not much you can do but you try. And I think that's enough for him.

Also both of you have this weird complex of "I'll put my life aside for my significant other." You both definitely need to work on it.

He also knows your triggers and issues, he doesn't fault you for it. Be it whatever you suffer from, he's always willing to help you, or at least something to lean on.

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Domestic life between the two of you is interesting.

First things first, Simon wears his mask even at home. He doesn't show his face often and you don't really mind it. As it just became part of him in some sense.

However he has to do face mask with you to make sure 1. His face is handled and cleaned, 2. To wash his masks and hoodies he wears. It makes you cringe at how dirty his mask are.

You two also sometimes play videogames, funny enough first person shooters. You suck at it though, your not terrible but Simon dies inside when your aim is shit. However you force Simon to play Just Dance with you so that's a win in your book!

Also chores between the two of your are planned out before hand so not much issues between that, but if you both are tired you just order out take out lol.

Also surprisingly, Simon's a really good cook he's just lazy or pretends to suck because he doesn't want soap to know. lol

You both have your own specialized mugs to drink tea or coffee in it.

Simon likes to play and brush your hair, it kinda calms him down. He sometimes braid it or style it. You have no idea why he knows how to do this but you ain't complaining.

Simon is also a HUGE sucker for cuddles, either be it sleeping or laying down in the couch. But specifically in bed he's either sleeping as if he's in a casket or he's holding you protectively around his arms. No in-between.

In the more colder months, even though you have your own hoodies, Ghost allows you to wear one his. It engulfs you and it's very comfortable to be in.

But you, you love spoiling Simon. It being some expensive knife he wanted or little charm to add on his weapon. The glee in his eyes make it worth it at times, especially the slight hints of red brushed on him. Of course you respect his boundaries and not overdo it.

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During Ghost's deployment he likes to keep a picture of you, either a simple picture within his pocket or a locket he hear around his neck.

Same goes for you, you mainly have a picture of him sleeping peacefully while watching TV as your wallpaper, You smile at it every time.

You also have a Polaroid that you keep on deck in your wallet. It has a little note on the back from Ghost. It's cute.

You even have your own version of his skull mask for you too wear, if you feel lonely when he's away weeks at a time.

He does worry his work will put you in harms way or affect you negativity. It plagues his mind and it makes it hard for him to sleep in his cot or wherever.

You do get lonely while he's away, but you manage it.

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+ [Birthday stuff!] Characters are ooc lmao

When it's your birthday, Simon is alot more soft around you. He truly does care about you, and thankful for you in his life.

You usually have a small birthday party at your guys house with the task force (and some people of your choosing ) Especially, by now you really grew accustomed to them and it felt like a family to you.

You knew the first time round, they definitely struggled, as it was a surprise party. And Soap and Ghost were arguing over the placement of the banner.

Price was absolutely tired but gaz and Laswell (+ her wife) kept you distracted so you didn't even notice much to his relief.

Eventually Ghost sort it out, much to Soap nagging.

And when gaz and others brought back you were surprised with a birthday party.

You were so happy, you almost cried at how sweet everyone is. You were so thankful for this.

You had alot of fun with everything, they absolutely tried, it was like birthday party mixed potluck. It was fun!

There was also a bunch of moments you remembered.

One, Soap got drunk lmao. After the pinatas in which Gaz got most of the candy in his sweater, Soap starting doing some karaoke thing. He was singing California girls. The best thing though, you recorded it and you can see in video Ghost giving him a death stare.

You and Gaz did rock, paper, scissors over shots. You don't drink but it was fun till price like any father figure immediately stops it before it goes out of hand.

Also did you guys get a bounce castle knowing very well you all are grown adults? Yes.

You have alot of videos of it, mainly ghost and soap wrestling each other in the castle. Even though ghost refused to at first but soap pissed him off lol.

Laswell and price mainly stated out there.

You however joined in, and almost gave Ghost a heart attack when you grapped the roof part of the bouncy castle and got lifted up. He immediately pulled you down.

Gaz was the kid who mainly stated in the corner on his phone. But he did join in for a couple of games.

After that mess, you guys did the birthday cake. It was you favorite cake with white candles. And you say at the center of the table, and smiled.

They sang happy birthday and you blew out your candles.

Opening presents was a mess, you had alot of presents, that you didn't expect. Ghost obviously gave them tips what to get you.

You have alot of photos/videos of you opening the gifts.

Overall it was a really fun! You were the second person to fall asleep. Soap was asleep on the couch, you fell asleep on the recliner hidden in a hoodie.

Gaz fell asleep on two party chairs like it was normal. The rest either left or talked.

Overall you had a really fun night.

Also Ghost definitely teased you the next day over the stupid shit you did. But he's happy you enjoyed it.

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

16 - Too Much Rain

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: mentions of divorce

Year: 1992

Pattie and John finalized their divorce in January of 1992. Per their lawyer, they had to try couples therapy, amongst a few other things, prior to their official split. When nothing took, they officially called it quits.

While John never came around quite like Pattie did, he still tried addressing everyone by their proper names and pronouns. He never stopped by or gave anyone the time of day, but when he remembered, he would send birthday gifts or vague holiday cards to try and act like he cared (mainly to spite Pattie, showing her she wasn’t the only involved grandparent).

But, Pattie didn’t care. She had finally connected with her son and her granddaughter—she couldn’t care less what her ex-husband did.

Pattie often found herself stopping by once every weekend to bring the boys a meal and a little gift for Bobby. Since tensions had been resolved, Pattie hadn’t misgendered Eddie or even slipped up on his deadname. She addressed and introduced him as her son’s husband and Bobby’s father. She earned strange looks from people who think the way she used to, but it was second nature to her at this point.

Her son was married to a man, who also fathered her granddaughter. Totally normal, right?

Ever since she left John, she could give two shits about what others perceived as “normal”—she loved her new, free life and she’d be damned if anyone took that from her. For the first time in her adult life, she was happy—she didn’t care about the rest.

One weekend when Pattie dropped by, Eddie was getting his belongings together to head over to The Hideout for his weekly gig. Corroded Coffin hadn’t performed nearly as much since Bobby was born, but his band mates didn’t mind—they all understood where Eddie’s priorities were.

“Alright, I’m heading out!” Eddie called.

“Good luck tonight, Ed,” Pattie chirped.

“Thanks, mama.”

That was a newer development—mama. Eddie had never been close with his own mother, so once Pattie started coming around more often, she very quickly took on a motherly role for her son-in-law. He called her mom or mama, and she had an array of pet names for him that she used interchangeably.

In all honesty, it made Steve sick to his stomach hearing how gushy they were towards each other, but he figured it was better that it was happening to Eddie rather than him.

“Do you have everything?” Steve asked.

“I think so. What would I be missing?”

“I don’t know, you’re forgetful,” Steve shrugged.

“Well, if I forget something, then I’ll just call you and make you come down to The Hideout. Sound good?”

“No.”

“Great. Love you.”

“Hate you too, stupid.”

The two quickly kissed each other as Eddie ran out the door. Bobby was put to bed about an hour ago, so Eddie had covered all his goodnight bases for the evening.

“I should probably head out, too,” Pattie sighed as she slipped her coat on. “It was a pleasure, Stevie.”

“Always nice to see you, mom. See you next weekend?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Later that night, when Eddie got home from his gig, he burst into his bedroom and started bouncing on the bed, urging Steve awake. Steve grumbled to himself and hesitantly turned over to face Eddie.

“For the love of god, what, Edward?” Steve mumbled.

“Guess what!”

“No.”

“Steven Michael, guess!”

“No! Now shut up before you wake the beast down the hall.”

“Please, just one guess.”

“For the last time, no.”

“You’re no fun.”

Steve sighed and rolled back over, burying himself in their covers. Eddie straddled his husband and ripped the covers from his face. Steve hissed at the cool air and eventually gave up, caving to his spouse’s antics.

“How many guesses do I get?” Steve whined.

“Three.”

“I’m only guessing once.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“I don’t know, Eddie, for god’s sake, I want to sleep!”

“Come on!” Eddie started bouncing up and down.

“You better behave, I swear on my life.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Regardless, I’m too tired to deal with you.”

“Come on! Guess!”

“I don’t know—you bought the bar?”

“No! We got a gig as openers at the Hoosier Dome next weekend!”

“What‽” Steve was suddenly jolted awake in excitement. “You’re bullshitting me.”

“I would never,” Eddie guffawed.

“You’re really playing at the biggest arena in the state?”

“Sure am,” he smiled proudly. “You and Bobbs get to come backstage and all that. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Won’t it be past her bed– what the fuck am I saying? Screw her bedtime—she gets to see her father perform at the dome! Ugh, I’m so proud of you, Eds! Who’re you opening for?”

“Oh, no one big—just Gun N’ Roses,” Eddie said nonchalantly.

“Eds, that’s huge!”

Steve cheered as he pulled his sweaty husband down for a kiss. Eddie held onto Steve’s face and deepened their kiss, reducing it to teeth and tongues. Eddie rutted his hips into Steve, but Steve held onto him, holding him in place.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry, but I’m so tired. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“But Stevie,” Eddie whined.

“What, Eds?”

“We haven’t had sex in ages… making me think you don’t find me attractive anymore.”

“Okay, first and foremost, that’s asinine. You’re literally a smoke show—always have been, always will be. Second, I know, it’s killing me too, but Bee has been running me into the ground. She’s just at that age where she has endless energy. You can understand that, can’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah… but even when she was a baby, and we were going days without sleeping, we still did stuff,” he pouted.

“Ed, ‘stuff’ was just you giving me head.”

“Yeah, and? You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Do you not like how I give head?”

“What? No, I… what?”

“It’s a simple question.”

“Eddie, there’s nothing wrong with how you suck my dick, okay?”

“So, like… can I, then?”

“Eddie, for the love of all that is holy, it is three in the morning. Please, for my sanity, let me sleep.”

“It’ll take like five minutes.”

“Hey! I don’t finish that fast.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t!”

“You have since we had the baby.”

“No… that can’t be true… can it?”

“It can be and it is. However, if you’re up for a challenge–”

“Okay, yeah, more so because I want to prove you wrong.”

Eddie chuckled to himself as he started shimmying Steve’s boxers down. The couple became intimate for the first time in ages and, much to Steve’s dismay, Eddie’s point had been proven right.

“Stevie, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. It’s infuriating. I had no idea I lost so much stamina!”

“It’s okay! Just an excuse to practice a bit more—get your times up,” Eddie teased.

“Very funny, Ed,” Steve scoffed.

“Listen, my offer with pegging still stands if you’re ever feeling lazy and just wanna lay there. Wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

“Okay, we were talking about how I can’t last longer than five minutes. How on earth did you go from there to pegging?”

“I dunno.” Eddie shrugged as he cuddled up to Steve.

“No, you do know.”

“Didn’t you want to go to sleep?”

“Well, now I’m awake, dickhead. How long have you been thinking about this?”

“I don’t know, a few years, maybe.”

“Years?”

“Uh, yeah? You know how frustrating it is to be a dude without a dick? I just wanna do what you get to do. It’s not that deep.”

“Okay, well, let’s put that on the back burner for now.”

“Can we try it after my show next week?”

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

“Oh, god, how I love you.” Eddie gently kissed Steve’s neck as he rubbed circles into his chest. “Get some sleep, big boy—it’s your morning with the beast tomorrow.”

As the couple fell into a deep slumber, it was soon interrupted by their daughter screaming at the top of her lungs from the end of the hall. The boys were stirred awake, trying to gain a sense of where they were and what was going on.

“Is that Bobby?” Steve grumbled.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “It’s your night.”

“I know,” Steve mumbled, sitting up in bed. He trekked down to Bobby’s bedroom where he flicked on the light and knelt next to his toddler’s bed. “What’s up, Bee?”

“There’s ghosties under the bed!” She cried.

“What do they look like?”

“They don’t have faces…”

“I, um… what are they doing?”

“They have scissors and, and, and they’re cutting up the carpet. Daddy, I’m scared!”

“Okay, uh… hold on…”

Steve’s eyes were bulged out of his head as he made his way back to his bedroom. Sweat was collecting at his brow as he stood in the doorway of his room.

“You good over there, big boy?” Eddie teased.

“Nope, this one is yours.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as he climbed out of bed to tend to his daughter. As the couple walked back down the hall, Eddie was desperately trying to figure out what was going on.

“Why was she screaming?” Eddie yawned.

“She saw ghosts under the bed. She said they were cutting up her carpet.”

“Dear lord.” Once Eddie crossed the threshold, he embraced his daughter in a warm hug, gently kissing the crown of her head. “Papa’s here, baby girl.”

“Papa, daddy! Make the ghosties go!” she sobbed.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie got down on his knees and peered under her bed. “Hey, guys? I know you’re having fun under there, but it’s late, and she’s little, so you’re scaring her. So maybe calm down on the carpet cutting for tonight.” Eddie popped his head back up and smiled at Bobby. “They said they’re sorry and they’re going to bed. You should get back to sleep too, princess.”

“But papa, I’m scared!”

“Do you want me and daddy to stay until you’re asleep? Just to make sure you’re safe?” She nodded profusely. “Okay. Do you want a lullaby or a bedtime story?”

“Both…” She said with a slight lisp, clutching her bumble gum pink comforter close to her chest.

“Okay. Stevie, do you wanna grab a book?”

“Sure. What do you want, pumpkin?”

“Goodnight Moon, please.”

“Alright. Do you want story or song first?”

“Story, please.

“Okay.”

Steve crawled into the bed, pulling Bobby into his lap. He straightened out her strawberry printed nightgown and made sure she was cozy in his embrace. Bobby pushed her messy curls out of her face so she could get a better look at the pages. Steve began reading in a soft, calming voice, slowly easing his daughter’s nerves. By the end of the book, she was half-asleep.

Steve shimmied her over to Eddie’s lap where he held her close against his chest, similar to when she was younger. He rubbed small circles into her back, making her melt further into his touch. Eddie started out by quietly humming before he finally started singing.

“Once there was a way,” he started, but was quickly stopped.

“I don’t want Golden Slumbers, papa,” Bobby mumbled.

“Uh, okay… but I always sing it to you…”

“I want the other one,” she whispered. Steve and Eddie looked to each other, puzzled—they had never sung anything else to her.

“What other one, honey?”

“The one pop-pop always sings,” she said into his chest.

What does Wayne sing? Steve mouthed.

I don’t know! Eddie mouthed back, panicked.

“Do you know how it goes?” Eddie asked.

“I dunno...”

Then it hit Steve—it was the same song that brought him and his husband together all those years ago. He had heard Wayne sing it from time-to-time when he insisted on putting Bobby down for a nap.

“If I Can Dream,” Steve smiled. Tears brimmed at Eddie’s eyes—their first date; their song.

“I can sing that, pumpkin,” Eddie whispered. “There must be lights burning brighter somewhere… got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue… if I can dream of a better land…”

Eddie sang the song in a slow, low voice until Bobby was fast asleep. He slipped out from under her, turned off her bedroom light, and the couple walked back to their bedroom for the night.

“How were you so calm?” Steve grit his teeth.

“Are you kidding‽ I fucking shit myself!”

The following days were filled with more or less the same. The boys would go through their morning routine, drop Bobby off with either Wayne or Pattie before heading off to work. Then, pick their little one up, have dinner as a family, put Bobby down for the night, then switch off who had to deal with her night terrors.

But then, finally, the fateful Saturday had come—Eddie was performing at the Hoosier Dome. He had to be at the arena for sound check around noon, which Steve and Bobby tagged along for. Once that was all set, it was Guns N’ Roses’ turn to take the stage and rehearse until the show that evening. Corroded Coffin was free to roam around Indianapolis until four or five—as long as they were back by six, management couldn’t care less what they were up to.

The Harrington’s roamed around the city, taking Bobby anywhere she wanted to go. Around three in the afternoon, Bobby started to get a bit tired, so she urged her dads to sit down and rest. Eddie found a quaint brick wall that he happily hopped onto, hauling Bobby up onto his lap shortly after.

The cool breeze brushed through each of their curls and Steve couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful family. All he could think was how he got so lucky. How he ended up with such a gorgeous, loving family.

As Steve was off in his own la la land, Eddie adjusted Bobby’s bright yellow puffer jacket and her pale pink skirt (which was layered on top of some thermal leggings to keep her from catching a cold). She insisted on dressing herself for this momentous occasion, but Eddie and Steve would be damned if she’d be left to freeze.

In protest of her warm outfit, Bobby demanded she’d bring along her heart-shaped sunglasses—while Steve thought it was ridiculous, Eddie fed into his daughter’s antics and brought along his black shades as well. Oh, how the two troublemakers were similar in endless ways.

By six, Eddie was back at the arena for a final run through with Corroded Coffin, while Steve took Bobby out for dinner. They weren’t going on until eight, so Steve figured they had time to kill. At seven forty-five on the dot, Steve brought Bobby back to the dressing rooms to wish her father good luck on his set.

Eddie held Bobby close in an embrace, hugging her so tight you’d think it would be the last time he’d ever see her. He pressed a kiss into her forehead before placing giant, noise-cancelling headphones over her ears to protect her from the booming chaos of the arena. The stage hands ushered Corroded Coffin to the stage-wings, with Steve and Bobby tailing closely behind.

At eight sharp, the band stormed the stage, screeching their instruments to get the crowd going. Shortly after, Eddie boomed into the microphone: “hello, Indianapolis!” The arena erupted with cheers—Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

“How’re we feeling tonight?” Everyone cheered again. “Love it, love it! You guys should know, you’re our first big gig. Make some noise for yourselves, come on!”

And they did—Steve did his best to clap for his husband as he held Bobby up on his hip. Bobby held her hands firmly against her headphones, stunned and overwhelmed by all the commotion. Steve gently bounced her up and down as he pointed to his husband on stage. Bobby eventually put two and two together and screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Papa’s on stage!” She cheered. “Daddy, look! Papa’s on stage!”

“I know, pumpkin, I see him,” he chuckled.

Corroded Coffin played their first few songs before Eddie decided to speak to the crowd again. It was when he stopped to take a sip of water, shortly chased with complimentary beer the arena provided.

“How’re we feeling, Indianapolis‽” Cheers erupted from the audience once more. “Good, good,” Eddie chuckled. “Before we sing our last few songs, I’d like to take a second to thank everyone who made tonight possible.” Eddie started rattling off names of managers, event coordinators, Guns N’ Roses themselves, and finally, his own family. “Last, but certainly not least, my own beautiful, supportive, amazing husband—and yes, you all did hear that correctly. He’s supported me since we met back in ‘85 and he hadn’t missed a gig until we had our gorgeous daughter, and even then, he told me to get back to performing as soon as I was able to. Everyone, please, give it up for my husband. None of this could’ve been possible without him.” The crowd applauded weakly. “Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that! Give it up for my husband, ladies and gents! Come on!” Cheers and applause flooded the arena. “Yeah, that’s more like it! Alright, I think you’ve earned this last song. Hit it!”

As the band closed out with their grand finale, Bobby started kicking at Steve’s stomach, wanting to be put down to dance. She ran over to the stairs leading up to the stage and eagerly jumped up and down to the beat.

When the song finished, and everyone went to go bow, Bobby slipped through the cracks of all the production coordinators (and Steve) and ran onto the stage to smother Eddie with hugs.

“Bobby, no!” Steve yelled.

But it was no use—she couldn’t hear him through the headphones. Eddie spotted the brightly colored girl out of the corner of his eye, dropped to his knees, gingerly setting down his guitar, and wrapped his daughter in a warm embrace. She tackled him to the ground, and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

He squeezed her tight, running his hands through her tight ringlets, and placed a million kisses all over her face. Tears prickled are Eddie’s eyes as the entire audience faded into the background.

At the end of the day, she was what made it all worth it.

“Papa, you did so good!” She yelled, not knowing the volume of her own voice.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he beamed. He sat up, still hugging her, as the stage crew started setting up for the main act. “We should go before we get in trouble. C’mon.”

He stood up, hiking Bobby up onto his hip, as he handed his guitar to a random stage-hand. He held her close as he headed for the stairs, meeting Steve with a warm hug.

“You did so good, baby,” Steve said.

“Thank you,” Eddie whispered.

“And you!” Steve started, pointing sternly at his toddler. “Never run away from me like that again, do you understand? Scared me half to death, Bobby.”

“Sorry, daddy…”

“Oh, give her a break. She was just excited,” Eddie said. “I appreciated the hugs. I wouldn’t mind if it became a post-show tradition,” he teased.

“Let’s not get carried away.” Steve rolled his eyes, hand rubbing up and down Eddie’s sweaty back.

“So, Harrington…” Eddie leaned in to whisper in his husband’s ear. “Our deal still on?” Steve’s eyes widened as he blushed up to his ears—Eddie smirked proudly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

[nametakensff]

i see u like Lupin iii 👁👁 any errant thoughts you have stored up to share perhaps???

I absolutely DO have thoughts about L/upin!! This is going to be reeeeally long

Anyone who has watched the anime, particularly part 2, knows there are just endless instances of L/upin and other characters sneezing out of the blue or being cold etc (anyone curious can look at this megalist I posted to the forum after rewatching almost all Lupin content out there lol).

Before I go into each character, should just mention that I assume that the 4 L/upin gang members are just fucking each other interchangeably, with the exception of F/ujiko and J/igen

L/upin

I looove the thought of L/upin being sensitive to just about anything. He is absolutely just one of those people for whom it is normal to sneeze 50 times in a day for seemingly no reason. I don’t see him necessarily being allergic to anything, but he will sneeze at strong perfumes, spices, flowers, dust etc. He won’t pay his sneezes much mind and will do very little to hold them back – even on a heist unless absolutely necessary.

When he has a cold (which he is prone to after getting wet, a frequent occurence), he sneezes enough to both impress and worry the rest of his gang.

He doesn’t care to cover and will sneeze openly until he is made to cover by one of his exasperated companions – most often F/ujiko. And of course he would do anything for her!

His sneezes can become harsh and loud if he is really irritated but in general they are quite gentle and fittish, and can be pretty wet. Depending on his mood at the time – because L/upin is a moody motherfucker – he either absolutely relishes the sensation or curses at the annoyance.

J/igen

Now J/igen….there’s that one OVA where he has pollen allergies to a very specific flower, but outside of that, again, I don’t really see him with allergies. He sneezes an average amount. His sneezes are relatively loud and one or two tend to do the job for him.

He has a surprisingly good immune system for someone who has the same shitty and unstable lifestyle as L/upin and often ends up having to look after him. He likes to sulk and be alone when he is sick.

He doesn’t cover but will actually turn away from people – more than he can say about L/upin, who basically uses him like a human tissue at times. Will blush if anyone draws attention to his sneezes or heaven forbid, offers him tissues (this is normally F/ujiko).

I love the idea of J/igen having the fetish more than any other gang member – I started writing something aaaages ago I should get back to about J/igen being shocked by how openly L/upin would sneeze at or on him, but liking it so much he just never brought it up lol

If J/igen was open about his fetish to L/upin, L/upin would happily indulge him – perhaps winding J/igen up to the point that the gunman wishes he never told him about it because shit, now he has to hide his massive erection in public after L/upin made a point of trying to find out which cologne makes him sneeze the most

G/oemon

Ok, G/oemon…..I looove G/oemon, he’s so stubborn and cute! I like to think although he tries to be a composed and respectable samurai, he has absolutely ZERO control over his expression or buildup when he needs to sneeze. One second, he’s stony faced and cool, the next his aristocratic features have totally crumpled into the most desperate pre-sneeze expression you have ever seen – and the tickle is too strong for him to even attempt to mask it.

When he does sneeze, it’s intensely desperate to the ears and can be quite messy. He tends to sneeze either one huge sneeze or a smaller fit of big, but not quite as big, rapid fire sneezes.

He’s almost as bad as L/upin for not covering, but more than him not even bothering, he genuinely loses all ability to control himself once the urge takes hold. The sneeze is HAPPENING and he can do nothing about it lmao. This can be embarrassing for him depending on company – he goes bright red if this happens around an attractive woman

He rarely gets sick, but if he does he will absolutely sulk alone like J/igen. Is a very attentive caretaker when his companions are sick, though they wish he would cool it with the nasty home remedies.

If he is aware of J/igen’s fetish he would very unsubtly look over at him once he has finished sneezing to see if the other man had been watching. If he noticed J/igen blushing, he would probably blush too but feel very pleased with himself

F/ujiko

F/ujiko, my love. She doesn’t sneeze often but when she does, it tends to take a lot out of her. Her sneezes aren’t big or particularly messy, but they are intense and so very desperate. Tends to sneeze in triples, extremely girly and sometimes featuring a little gasping buildup. They toss her head forward and send shivers through her. Quite an ordeal and she’s thankful it isn’t something she to put up with regularly.

She has cat allergies. This is why she absolutely prefers dogs and will often refer to cats as nasty creatures. They’re cute and all, but they make her eyes and nose tickle unbearably.

She likes to play up her sneezes so that men will fawn over her – either men she is manipulating for a heist, or her companions. This works like a charm on both L/upin and G/oemon, but irritates the fuck out of J/igen, who is pretty much exasperated when any man fumbles over any woman. If F/ujiko knows about his fetish, she will smugly notice that despite his grumbling that she can’t fool him by playing up her suffering, he stiffens all the same at every feminine sneeze.

When she catches a cold, she is extremely clingy. She will drop in on L/upin unannounced, miserably congested, and cuddle up to him telling him how awful she feels. Naturally, L/upin is over the moon to have his F/ujiko close and seeking his attention, so he will immediately fawn over her, inevitably getting sick himself. She will sometimes return the favour of caretaking, but not often. J/igen will always be there to fuss over L/upin, anyway.

Z/enigata

So for Z/enigata, I don’t have too many takes because I can't really perceive him in a fetishy manner haha – but one thing for sure is that he has obnoxiously loud dad sneezes, will mean to cover but often doesn’t get the chance to, and this will sometimes result in quite a mess.

His immune system is RUINED after all the years of stress chasing L/upin, so he is very prone to colds. Very sneezy headcolds that have him unbelievably congested, snuffling into tissues or a handkerchief all day. Every now and then L/upin will take pity on him and if Z/enigata is on his trail but doesn’t quite know where L/upin is, L/upin will leave cold medicine and tissues outside his hotel room – or sometimes in disguise as a hotel employee, bring them to him directly.

That’s all I have for right now but I definitely need to write some solid fics for this lot because I just LOVE them

[trenchcoatimpala]

Okay Creation Entertainment this post is for you. Below you will find a list of panel pairings that would be super cool and fun and would bring something new and fresh to conventions, because I’m sick of J2 panels, they’ve run stale, they’re dry, we get the same questions over and over again. J2 can have their gold panel but that’s really all they need methinks. So. 

Let me give you some options: 

Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins (because there SHOULD be a Jenmish panel we only get them at JIB and I think we need at least one for a  creation con. I’m not saying every con but at least one.)

Jensen Ackles and Kim Rhodes (GIVE ME A PANEL WHERE WE GET TO TALK ABOUT DEAN AND JODY’S MOTHER AND SON  RELATIONSHIP AND EVERYTHING) 

Jensen Ackles and Briana Buckmaster (I WANT TO KNOW IF DEAN AND DONNA MEET UP FOR COFFEE, DONUTS, AND BURGERS AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH)

Jensen Ackles and DJ Qualls (WHAT DO GARTH AND DEAN DO WHEN THEY HANG OUT? DID SAM AND DEAN EVER BABYSIT FOR GARTH WHEN HE AND BESS WANTED A NIGHT OUT?)

Jensen Ackles and Alex Calvert (Dean and Jack’s relationship is so interesting. There is SO MUCH there that could be discussed. So many avenues to dive down and I would love the ability to have them both in a room to discuss things)

Jensen Ackles and Felicia Day (HAND OVER THE DEAN CHARLIE BROTHER SISTER DUO BECAUSE I NEEED TO TALK TO THEM BOTH)

Jensen Ackles and Samantha Smith (there’s so much there. Dean losing his mom so young, her coming back, their strained relationship. I want to TALK ABOUT IT)

Misha Collins and Ruth Connell (WHY DOESN’T THIS EXIST? WHY? CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE THE CHOAS?? THE WONDERFUL THINGS WE’D LEARN ABOUT CAS AND ROWENA? PLEASE MAKE THIS A THING)

Misha Collins and Richard Speight (GIVE ME CAS AND GABE STORIES RIGHT NOW. I NEED TO HEAR ABOUT THEIR ANGELIC BROTHERHOOD)

Misha Collins and Rob Benedict (Cas was Chuck’s son too. I want to talk about their not there relationship and how Chuck feels about his other rebellious son and if Cas actually wanted his Dad dead or if he wishes Chuck was just... his Dad)

Misha Collins and Felicia Day (CAS AND CHARLIE WERE GONNA BE SUCH GOOD BESTIES I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THINGS THEY DID TOGETHER)

Misha Collins and Mark Sheppard (CAS AND CROWLEY SPIN OFF NEEDED TO HAPPEN AND I MUST LEARN MORE ABOUT THESE TWO AND HOW THEY HATED AND LIKED ONE ANOTHER and how jealous Cas was of Crowley for being with Dean during his hot girl summer)

J*red P*dalecki and Samantha Smith (I could even MAYBE stomach a J2 plus Sam Smith because I think mother and sons would be a nice panel)

J*red P*dalecki and Alex Calvert (Sam loved Jack and I feel like he never really got to do things with him like Dean and Cas did, so it would be cool to talk about)

J*red P*dalecki and Richard Speight (Sam and Gabe were becoming friends and I think that it would make for an interesting panel)

THERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS TO CHANGE THINGS UP A BIT SO FUCKING MANY. THESE ARE JUST A FEW (and I wouldn’t watch any J*red panels but for those that like panels with him I had to include options) And of course any of these people can be interchanged with each other or there could be joint panels for groups. But I just think it’s time for a change. The big J2 panels need to go. Maybe at one specific con they can have their big hour long panel, but I don’t think every con needs them, I really don’t. I want to pair up new people to talk about different relationships. 

Why must “side characters/ guest actors” be put in one panel. Why can’t we mix “main characters” and “side characters”. What’s with the discrimination huh?

[weasleypogues]

fight club (p.h.)

request: hii can i request smth angsty with pope ? maybe it could end well for both the reader and him but overall it’s just filled with angst and slow burn and tension ? ty xx

ofc lovieee!!! loving this pope recognition finally!! :)

this will be a two part becuause this was longer than i expected!!! part 2 here!!!

masterlist.

you literally felt like you could not sit still. anger was pulsating through your veins as you paced back and forth on the porch of the chateau. you also felt the piercing eyes of pope follow you back and forth as you struggled to form a cohesive sentence.

“it’s just- ugh! she can’t get away with this! she thinks because she’s a kook that i’ll be begging for her forigveness and shit like i’m a starving peasant just to save my reputation! i’m a fucking pogue, i don’t have a reputation to uphold!” you spat as your hands clenched together so hard you swear you were going to accidentally draw blood from your palms.

vanessa was a kook that you never had problems with when you were kids because you two had a friendship that was secretive and playful because of opposing groups. it wasn’t until middle school was when she ditched you, similar to kie and sarah’s relationship. thankfully for them, they sorted it out. however, vanessa was bitter and bitchy every chance she could get. 

“yes (y/n)! keep it fiesty! i wanna see you win a good cat fight.” jj egged you on.

“you’re gonna make yourself go crazy if you don’t just sit down.” pope spoke in a sterner tone than you would have expected. but as the rage filled you from vanessa, pope’s tone was not helping. you felt a tinge of hurt in your chest as he expressed his clear stress and annoyance with you. but you weren’t going to let it go that easily; not in this state.

“i’m fine just the way i am, thanks.” you responded just as passive-aggressively as he did. you literally had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes so you wouldn’t egg this on, because the last thing you needed was for pope of all people to be on your bad side. 

you heard him scoff from behind you and his footsteps faded away. you spun around so quickly, maybe even too quickly to play it cool, to just see a flash of him as he turned the corner. your eyes flashed to john b, kie, and jj who had expressions that were just as shocked as your own.

“what’s his problem?” you asked, expecting an answer real quick before you had to go investigate it yourself. your teeth grinded against each other and you felt your face and ears go hot. 

“he probably just doesn’t think this is worth it (y/n/n).” kiara stated, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and giving you a look that said don’t let it get to you. kiara shared a quick glance with john b and jj, which definitely did not go unnoticed by you.

“w-what was that? that little look you three shared?” you asked pointing your finger at them interchangeably and confused but angrily eager to find out. you raised your eyebrows, expecting another speedy answer as you finally turned towards jj who held his hands up in defense and bit his tongue. 

“cut pope some slack. you’ve been looking for trouble lately (y/n), it’s been keeping him on edge each time.” john b responded and slapped his hands on this thighs before getting up off the couch. you felt your cheeks get a little hot and your jaw drop slightly.

pope was trying to be protective of you. this was not a secret that you and pope were always flirty with each other but neither of you ever acted on it. both keeping the same sad mindset, if they wanted to, they would. everytime you talked about this with kiara and sarah at a girls’ night, they playfully judged you for thinking like that and tried to encourage you to just go for it. 

you took a deep inhale and relaxed your shoulders and face, feeling the tension ease up on your body. “she’s asking for it...look i don’t want to make pope upset or anything but vanessa can’t keep pulling this shit. she’s asking for her teeth to get knocked in.” you huffed out as you grabbed your backpack and phone to hop on your bike and head home. 

--

your grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed back outside to your bike. you didn’t even bother to text the rest of the group about catching a ride to tonights kegger because you were just a little fired up from earlier. they were your friends and if this were any other case, they would be backing you up. why is this time any different?

you’re recalling yourself getting ready. stud earrings because she can grab hold of hoops. your hair in two braids because there was less surface area for her to snatch onto. sneakers to make a run for it in case shit gets bad. 

what the rest of them don’t understand is that not only was vanessa mean, spoiled, and made your existence on the obx difficult, was that you had a bumpy past with her. more than just losing a friend. she made up a rumor based on fake ideas that she overheard her parents talking about. when she would run into you on the street with her other kook friends at the ripe age of 13, she would be a bystander as they spat insults your way. that always caused a strain in your friendship. 

until one day, she started the picking on first. she judged you on your family’s financial situation and said quote-by-quote “i heard her mom cheats on her dad with all of her little pogue friend’s dads. who knows, they could actually be related and we wouldn’t know. she’s a whore and i’m sure she’ll end up just like her.” tears still brim your eyes at that memory. you wouldn’t dare tell the rest of the pogues, whether it was out of embarassment or fear. it was best for them and their own minds that it was never brought up again. since then, it seems like constant torture from her. 

you pulled up on the beach and hopped off your bike as your tires were definitely not made for the sand. you laid it on a tree and made a b-line to the keg that john b was basically guarding. “thought we’d hear from you.” you heard kiara state as she sat on the sand and glanced up at you, squinting her eyes to keep the remaining sun from basically burning them.

“yeah well, just got a lot on my mind.” you responded. you didn’t want to be so abrupt with them but your blood was basically boiling with the idea of vanessa. john b stared between you and kiara and handed you a full red solo cup which you gladly took, taking a gulp.

“soooo...” jj started, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “cat fight tonight?” you felt a chuckle rise out of you as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“if you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get front row.” you joked, sending a smirk jj’s way and taking another gulp. you felt a presence behind you and turned to be faced with pope. his facial expression had clearly changed from what you saw from him last time. he looked almost guilty and concerned rather than aggravated. 

“come to snap at me again?” you said, turning towards the horizon on the water. looking into his eyes right now was difficult. maybe because it was the idea that you knew some part of you wanted to snap at him for him snapping at you earlier but you couldn’t make another enemy. not tonight. 

“about that...can i actually talk to you for a minute?” pope muttered, instincitvely cracking his knuckles, clearly scared to tread on water. you felt your shoulders relax and your facial muscles follow suit. placing your drink and backpack on the ground you followed a few paces behind him, closer to the sand where the tide was rolling in. although he didn’t stop, he wanted this to be a walk and talk situation. 

you strolled beside him, both of your hands slightly brushing against each other every now and then. while neither of you took initiative to grab the others’ hand, neither of you pulled your hands out of that pathway either. that connection and touch felt nice. it was reassuring that his snappiness, along with your own, was out of love and protection of each other. 

“you won’t be happy with what i’m about to say...” pope started, basically holding his breath.

“so why say it, pope? i know it sounds bad to say outloud but, why not just let me fight her? she has made my existence so unbearably difficult on this island and has slandered my name and countless others of those i love too much and for too long. i’m sick of being a pushover and letting her get away with it because of mommy and daddy’s money. im done!” you blurted out, letting more info out than you expected. “why does it bother you so much? if this was topper and john b going at it, or rafe and jj? which keep in mind, both have actually happened, i’m sure you would be more hesitant to stop them.”

your strolling came to a sudden halt as pope took a step directly in front of you, face to face. he looked longingly into your eyes, somewhat darting back and forth between your own eyes to search for an answer to his questions or even an answer to yours. 

“(y/n)! i can’t see you get hurt. i know how badly you want to do this and how much it means to you but in the end, what is it going to get you? an even worse reputation among kooks, bloody nose, and a black eye? is it worth it?” pope rambled drasticaly. 

“it is worth it! and i’m so thankful that you care about me and my well being and everything in between but this is something that i have to do. once and for all. i’m not putting myself and everyone i love through this torture anymore. and if that means beating the shit out of her and getting a bloody lip and battered up on the way, than so be it!” you responded, using your hands quite animatedly throughout the performance. the waves seemed like the loudest thing on earth as you awaited an answer from pope. he looked defeated and anxious, knowing that there was no getting through to you for this. 

“i-” pope started before cutting himself off, looking deafeated yet again. he ran his hands over his face in frustration and as he let his eyes shine over the tips of his fingers, they locked with yours. you felt stuck in place and in a trance for a split second before you felt a pair of hands on your waist and soon enough, you were lip locked with pope. 

instantly you pulled away, your heart feeling full and your legs feeling limp. your hands made their way to his jawline, slightly caressing his cheeks and neck as you pulled him back into the kiss, elongating it. 

he pulled away, shocked yet proud with himself. you could not help the small smile that made it’s way onto your face as your cheeks felt hot immediately. “i can’t believe i’m saying this but...fuck it. beat the shit out of vanessa.” 

the small smile grew as a laugh escaped your lips. you were quick to grab his hand as you both made your way back towards the kegger that was becoming a little more dense as the minutes passed. sarah, kiara, jj, and john b’s eyes were quick to fall on your interlocked hands with pope. both of you kept quiet, playing it nonchalantly. but you couldn’t help but notice pope’s look to john b and jj, all with smirks lined up on their faces.

part two out later!! :)