#LOOK it started as haha they both use Chemicals

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OKAY NOW THAT IM POSTING MY R6 STUFF HERE HEAR ME OUT ON FENSMOKE………

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Hiiii, could you possibly do a Miguel O'Hara smut with some ✨BRAT✨taming in it ( if your comfortable with it ) the plot is up to you 🫶🏾😁

Brats Sometimes Need Taming: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Prompt: You get hit in the face with sex pollen. Honestly it starts out that way but really it’s just luck because Miguel fucks you how you like. Hot heavy, intense.

Warning: Dudes this is straight up filth. There’s brat taming(main course), oral (F and M), edging, light very light bondage, choking maybe, pleasure Dom if you squint hard enough. Oh and Creampie

Iiiii hope this is up to your standards! This is my first smut so let me know if this is good enough to write more haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy it Anon and anyone else who reads it!

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Miguel had ordered the team to complete a task in another dimension that included all of you and himself. He would lead the group into a destroyed building many stories high. The objective was to stop a rather ugly looking creature from spewing out pollutants from its body. The creature wasn’t alone. There were many of them each with a different pollutant. They had already demolished half of the city you were in. It wasn’t until the end of the battle when you fought one particular monster at the top of the building while Miguel fought at the bottom. You were striked down; then you were falling off a nearby metal support beam. A cloud of colored pollutants floated around you and in the air. It even fell gracefully with you, but you were rendered unconscious. Miguel waited for you to use your webs to save yourself but you didn’t. As if time slowed down Miguel threw himself in your direction. Using his webs he flung himself under you capturing you in time before you could go no further and no closer to the ground. You both rolled on the ground of the next level of the building. The rest of the team took care of the creature while Miguel tended to you.

Your head lulled to the side, Miguel checked your vitals frantically. You were in fact alright but something was off. Your breathing becomes faster. He could feel the heat of your skin rise instead of cooling down, your skin began to sweat. Miguel scooped you up in his arms and opened a portal back to headquarters taking straight to the med bay. Still rendered unconscious as he marched through, he yelled at everyone to leave except for the doctor. He demanded answers and a way to save you. He had know idea what that pollutant was that struck you. He was worried that you might implode on yourself. As a bit morbid as that sounds but you burned to the touch and you were sweating profusely. The doctor could offer him no information without taking tests. Miguel threw items on the floor frustrated with himself for letting you battle that creature alone. But of course the doctor was right he needed to know what was wrong. Miguel had stripped your mask off so that you could breathe better. The doctor was gone and the privacy stayed between you both.

Miguel stared at your beautiful face, caressing your hot skin, by now he had removed his own gloves. His bare skin on yours was enough to wake you. Just as the doctor arrived your whining had begun. Doctor had explained to Miguel that you were infected with a type of substance that exposed you to a sexual chemical. It ultimately triggers you into a sexual frenzy. The doctor had no idea how long it would take for it to be satiated. As the doctor continued he explained that he needed time to figure out its formula. He had no idea if this process could be handled by itself if you waited it out or if you needed an antidote. During that conversation You were already eyeing Miguel’s massive figure. The way he leaned over the side of the bed his elbows resting on the mattress as he spoke with the doctor. His muscles stretched all the way down to his back, his wide frame making you want to leave marks on his skin if he’d let you. His hair looked soft to the touch you so badly wanted to twist your hands in his hair. To watch as his head dipped between your thighs. You moaned at the thought reaching for Miguel as you lifted yourself up kissing along his back and onto his shoulder.

The doctor cleared his throat and Miguel turned his head to look at you. You looked zoned out, your mind hazy and else were, and you smelt like arousal. Miguel firmly pried off your hands. Don’t get him wrong he loves to relish in the moment and be present as he watches you squirm, and moan under him. Right now though, you were sharing sounds that he wanted no one to hear but him You were kissing his body as if it were just the two of you in the room, again those were not for the doctor to witness. Miguel gave you a look that held the meaning of. Knock it off. Miguel had moved slightly away from you so that he could focus on what the doctor was saying. It wasn’t until you moved toward Miguel again; you were pulling on his suit nipping at his clothes skin on his back. He could hear your quiet hum. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the doctor who tried his hardest not to pay attention to your actions but failed.

The doctor cleared his throat to ask if he should leave when Miguel’s stone filled expression became grave and dark. He looked pissed to be quite honest. Miguel becoming irritated by your needy behavior he turns quickly to face you and with just one hand both wrists pinned to your chest. He pushed you back down on the bed pinning you there. Your breathing became erotic, your head rolled to the side on the pillow, your legs propped up on the bed you were about to rut into the air when Miguel slammed another hand down on your hips. You were beyond turned on and burning with desire.

“ You need to wait” he warned you.

“ Miguel I-I can’t. Let’s go home!” you whined. Your body melting and folding under his touch, he was driving you insane. You just needed to feel him. He didn’t even need to do anything. Miguel rolled his eyes at you before looking at the doctor. His hands stayed where they were holding you down. He continued to listen to the doctor, completely deciding to ignore you. To be honest the doctor was the furthest thing from your mind. You could’ve sworn he wasn’t even really there. Which he only distracted you for a minute before your eyes landed back on Miguel. Oh Miguel. You bit your lip as you squeezed your legs together hoping that maybe it would ease the burning need but it doesn’t.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. He side eyes you before heaving a sigh of his own, with a few curses. Miguel had told the Doctor to keep doing his research and look for an antidote in case you continue with this behavior. Miguel had reached for you in the hopes of picking you up bridal style but you managed to already wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his hips. Thankfully the doctor couldn’t see you, as you bit into Miguel’s ear lobe. You didn’t bite hard but you pulled on it slightly before kissing it. You could feel his clothed erection growing. It made you that much more excited. Your insides scream for him, yearning to be cock drunk and filled to the brim.

Miguel growled in your ear as he whispered “ You’re being a brat.” Miguel wasted no time as he jumped out the med bay window swinging his way back to your shared apartment. He refused to risk anyone else witnessing you in this state of mind. The doctor seeing it was enough for him. As soon as you landed in the apartment Miguel had stripped you of your suit. You had lost your balance in the same process but not before he webbed your hands together. You fell towards the floor not exactly hitting it but instead you were pulled back into his hard body. Miguel lifted a hand and gripped your jaw firmly planting a much wanted and much needed heated kiss. Your lips, tongue and teeth fought for dominance. Miguel instantly shut down the thought as he pulled away abruptly. You chased after his lips only for him to move back once again

You whined again. “ Miguel you’re being mean” you tried to wiggle out of the webbing itching to grab Miguel. He shook his head tsking at you.

“ What a shame. Hmm you being all whiny and needy in front of the doc too. You just can’t seem to control yourself” He taunts.

“ Miguel-“ you were about to begin your begging when he turned you around so your back pressed into his front. You were beginning to feel everything ten times worse, the way his tall frame curved into you, the way he was pressed against you. The way his breath fanned across your ear and cheek as his lips grazed your skin. The way his rough hands gripped and touched your body, slowly massaging each part until his hands stopped where you needed him most “Fuck, please, please”

“ Poor Y/N, look at how desperate you are. You want it so bad but you haven’t earned it” he whispers to you. He frees one hand so it slides up in between the valley of your breasts and up to your throat. He only holds it and never squeezes. Without so much of a warning his other hand dips into the place where you needed him most. You were drenched, covered in your own arousal. Miguel’s fingers glided through your sensitive folds. He had no intention of stroking that bundle of nerves or your hole just yet. Your legs buckled slightly and with your hands webbed together you couldn’t reach for Miguel. It didn’t help that he had you pressed to his chest either. His finger runs through your folds barely touching your clit, with each nudge it sends a jolt through your body. His finger inches closer to your own circling around it as he quickly inserts a finger. He leaves it there. He doesn’t move, he waits to see your reaction. He was testing you.

“Miguel you’re being mean” You hiss at him. Your body is too needy with an arousal. Your body rocks against his finger. You moan at the sensation, how good his finger feels down there. How it rubs against those spots you could never reach only Miguel. Miguel oh Miguel. He inserts another finger, adding a much needed stretch. He let you fuck yourself on his fingers. He let you enjoy it for the time being. His fingers pick up the pace, pushing deliciously hard into you hitting everything but that one spot. You began to whine, he may not have been hitting the place you wanted but you were so sensitive that it felt so good. You twist your hands in the webbing to try and break yourself free. You wanted to touch him, to feel him. Miguel had noticed and whatever orgasm you were about to feel vanished. He pulled his fingers out of you leaving you feeling empty. Your legs feeling like jelly you turned your head to look over your shoulder. Miguel with his hand on your throat he leaned down capturing your lips with his. His tongue stroked the inside of your mouth. He pulls away biting your lip with his sharp fangs before devouring your lips.

His hand that was once inserted now rubbed furiously at your clit, your whines, the back into moans. He made quick work with your clit but as your orgasm grew closer he managed to pull away just in time. Edging you every chance he could get. Honestly you wanted to cry, it felt so good and it hurt so bad. “ I told you to wait, didn't I? This is one of your punishments for being a brat-“your hips pressed into his ass rubbing against his clothed cock. He takes his finger from your cunt and shoves them in his mouth. He licks your slick clean from his fingers as he pushes you off him. He pushes you towards the couch not caring if you make it to the bedroom. He makes quick work taking off his suit. His toned body is on display for you. You were practically drooling out the mouth not to mention you were drooling elsewhere. As if you couldn’t get more turned on. Miguel grabbed ahold of your ankles pulling on them so that you neared the edge of the couch. His tall figure looming over you. He smirked as he grabbed your legs and bent them towards your chest. He slowly dropped to the floor on his knees, his own mouth watering. Your breathing picks up as you feel his breath along your hot skin. Miguel turned his head to the side and kissed your inner thighs, then your outer lips, then your folds. Not wasting any time he lapped at your folds licking long strips from your hole to your bundle of nerves. A loud pornographic moan leaves your lips. He shakes his head to the side as he licks, at one point he starts nipping at your folds pulling on them, tugging. Your hips rocked into his face, you so badly wanting to thread your hands in his hair. Your webbed hands stayed near your chest but those waves of hair were calling to you. You watched him as your mouth hung slightly open. Hisses leave your lips when his long tongue enters your hole and his nose nudges your clit. Tears began to prickle on the corner of your eyes. You wanted to reach your orgasm but the closer you got Miguel would know. He pulled away but not before giving your clit a hard suck and then a smack with his hand making your body jolt at the feeling.

Miguel leaned toward you, capturing your lips again with his. He let you taste yourself on his tongue not before pulling away from you, his hands pinched your little nubs on your breasts twisting and pulling on them. He kneaded them as he gave each one a kiss. Standing up he pushes your legs down grabbing your throat he pulls you forward so your face is in front of his dick. You bit your lip, Miguel removed his hand from your Throat reaching for your hair he held it back in a ponytail for you. His other hand lifts his cock so that its tip slaps your lips. “ Open” he demands. It was long and thick, his tip already covered in precum. You lick his cock tasting him. before you do as he says. He slips his cock into your mouth, he groans the feeling of your warmth around him. He guides your head back and forth, sucking him off. You let him abuse your mouth. You hum on his dick enjoying the taste of him, the vibrations hitting Miguel he moans.

“ My little brat likes that. So desperate for my cock” he pushes you head further on to him the sounds of his wet dick in your mouth turning obscene. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you continue to suck on him. You push back slightly going for his tip again knowing he liked when you did that. You kissed his tip as you opened your mouth letting your tongue lick it. Your lips wrap the edges sucking on it letting your tongue trace his slit. Miguel growled at the feeling and sight of it, your mouth sinked in further stroking him at a slower pace. Honestly you were driving him mad. Your mouth couldn’t fit all the way around him but you took what you could. With your hands still bound together you desperately wanted to break loose. The more you stroked him and the faster his hips snapped into your mouth you knew you were close to getting what you both craved. Though you needed a final push. You took a deep breath through your nose as you pushed him further into your mouth so that your nose hit his hip. You slowly bobbed your head, you changed the pace and movement making it difficult for Miguel to hold on to his release that he saved for later. Miguel pulled you off of his cock glaring at you as he tsks at you.

You stood up so that you were more or less face to chest with him. You wrapped your webbed hands and arms around his neck. Pulling him in your lips, taking his, you pressed your chest into him. As your tongue fights him for dominance. You pull back biting on his lip tugging at it then diving back into him. His hands gripped your back before sliding down and kneading on your ass. The two of you grope each other in a heated back out. In the process however you “sneakily” turned Miguel around so his legs would bump into the couch. He knew what you were doing and before you could even attempt to do anything else he pushed you off of him. You broke the webbings on your hands within mere seconds Miguel had you pinned down on your side on the couch. He turned you so that one leg rested on the couch while the other was held up by his hand. You watched him as you pressed the side of your face into the couch. You were so excited you couldn’t wait for him to get inside you. You began to whine encouraging him to enter you. You were throbbing, needy, hungry for him. He was depriving you as he watched your body beg for his.

“ Someone needs to learn patience.” He tells you as he slowly glides through your extremely wet folds slipping into your tight entrance. You both moan at the feeling, he inches himself further into you so that he bottoms out. Miguel stayed still, he hadn’t thrusted into you yet, making your body feel every curve and inch of his cock. You were beyond overstimulated and extra sensitive you mewled in protest. Then he does. Miguel pulls his cock out all the way before slamming into you hard. You both yell out a curse. He sets a pace, on that hit the one spongy spot inside you. His hips slamming into yours at an intense pace. His large hands holding your thighs open. You reached behind you to place a hand on his wrists holding him. At this point he no longer cared that you got out of your restraints. His cock was starting to kiss the tip of your cervix. Moans flew out of your mouth some lewd, some pornographic, some with all the air leaving your body. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, the smell of sex undeniable.

“ Miguel-“ you moaned his name like a mantra or a prayer that would set you free. The force he was putting into you made your back arch and the breath leave your lungs. Miguel pulled out for a second so that he could turn you over onto your back. As he sat on his knees, he entered back into you ramming into you harder than before. You proppeped yourself up, placing a hand on his stomach as he slammed into you repeatedly. He wasn’t letting up and he wasn't going to either. He leaned forward trapping you underneath his body. He locked your hands into your chests as he bounced downward into you. Both of your orgasms were beginning to build up and you could feel the familiar knots build in your stomach.

“ Mig-Im-close-fuuuck”

“ Come on mami, give it to me” he encouraged you as plowed into you profusely. Your orgasm came quicker than you had expected, your come flowing out of you, your body shaking, as the spots filled your vision. Your ears ringing, Miguel hadn’t finished yet he chased after his high still ramming into you. Your body began struggling to keep up. By the look on Miguel’s face he was about to reach his climax and you were about to reach your third or fourth. You weren’t sure how many times he made you come but what you did know was that you were about to do it again.

“ Fuuuck I’m about to come” Miguel’s hips sputtered as his set thrusts ram into you. You reached up caressing his face burning your hands in his hair. Your walls clenched down on him telling him to let go. With a final hard snap of his hips he releases into you a deep moan sounds from his chest. He body slows down riding out his own high before he pulls out of you. Sweat covered both of your skins. Your cream mixed with his as it trickled out of your hole. You prop yourself up on your elbows. Miguel is already eyeing your hole again. His fingers dip inside pushing your mixed back into you. You pushed on Miguel’s chest with your foot to move him away from your overly sensitive body. You were trying to regain your breathing and let your body catch up with your mind. Miguel caught your foot and pulled you towards him.

“ I can’t” you shook your head “ it’s too much”

Miguel’s eyes connected with yours “ You should’ve thought about that before you started acting up like the brat you are.” You could’ve sworn he was the one who got hit with the pollutant instead of you with the way he was acting. You’ve never seen this feral side of him before this was new territory you both were about to explore. You’d be lying to yourself about how incredibly turned on you were again. Round two was definitely underway.

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Happy Saturday Lovely Fandom. We've reached the second to last ep of this series rewatch. Unreal. God I LOVE this ep. So so good. Tim being her handler. Reminds me of Alias. Which was my first love for tv show/ship. If you ever watched Alias you’d know why I love this asset and handler situation so much. Let us start.

5x21 Going Under

Start out strong Lucy is going UC. Has to do with the last episode. Frank Teska has been released from prison. He killed his brother for the attack on his daughter Dara. He is back in business. Looking to get into the Ghost Gun trade. You need specific polymer to make them. Metro raided and took his supplier out. Which is where Lucy comes in. She will pose as someone at Southland Chemicals. Be his new supplier.

We join our ship talking about the OP. Tim mentioning he’s using Hard Luck as his CI. Lucy not trusting this guy as far as she can throw him. Tim’s reply is the best. The fact that his CI knows how important Lucy is to him *squee* Then telling her as such. That this guy knows Lucy is special to him That if he messes up Tim will hunt him down. Gah I love this. Calling in favors for his girl. Work version of romantic ha

Lucy’s sweet expression when he tells her this. Basically saying he loves her in not so many words. Lucy being Lucy calling it 'Undercover love.' hehe Tim isn't even fighting it anymore. Just smiles shakes his head and rolls with her antics. We all know he loves her for it. Damn they cute. Actions always speaking louder than words with these two. Lucy couldn’t be cuter as Tim walks away. Her smile saying more than words ever could about how she feels about this man.

Then we get these GLORIOUS phone calls. Like rom-com goodies up in this episode. Love me some protective Tim. Asking her if he needs to talk to her boss? Lucy waves him off. Says she's got it. Tim looking mighty fine Phew lord Scruffy, his sweater and his eyes popping in this lighting. Mmm. Lucy of course checking in on him next. I love this so very much. He won't tell her he's struggling.

So she's going to check on in him since he won't do as such. Tim knowing exactly what she means. Asking if that means he misses her? We all know he does but he deflects in the cutest way. Saying no. His smile when she calls him a jerk. But he's YOUR jerk Lucy haha. He is so damn smitten with her. Loves teasing and messing with her. Just as much as she does for him. One of their love languages shining through in this moment. My damn heart.

She asks if Tim can check in on Tamara? Tim doesn’t hesitate for one second. Of course he’ll check in on their daughter. Doesn’t want her to lose any focus on the job. We then delve into the cute snippet conversations that have my shipper heart fluttering. Lucy telling Tim not to watch 'Top Chef' without her. I love that they have a show they watch together. Makes me giddy. Such a couples thing to have that. Tim giving her crap saying he can’t make any promises.

Lucy asking Tim if he ever wished he had a normal job? Tim says without people shooting at him? Not once. Lucy replying me either. These tidbits are just fantastic. They both love their line of work so much. This whole talking about everything and nothing at all just shows the deep bond they have. Comes from riding together for years 12 hours at a time. Her being UC is isolating but they get to have these moments despite that. Little pockets of joy before this OP heats up.

Tim asking if she’s making any friends? Lucy going on about a lady in her office. It’s so cute I can’t stand it. Talking about his grandkids and such. I love this is so very much. They did a really good job with these shots and the VO's. I saw a lot of people saying felt like rom-com and it really does in the best way. Just being on the phone whole time. Even though they're physically apart they still find a way to connect and be together. It’s so sweet imma get a cavity.

Day 4 rolls around and Tim ask if the monotony is getting to her? Lucy tells him no as long as it’s not for nothing. I mean she had two weeks of it in 3x14. 4 days is nothing but now she has Tim so she's got more to miss this time around. I adore the voice overs in this scene. Tim reassuring her it’s probably cause Frank is double checking her story. I love this shot of Tim in the side mirror. Fierce protector reporting for duty.

Frank has finally surfaced and approached Lucy. Her cover story of being a wanted felon has worked out. Frank thinks she’s an easy target because of it. Lucy playing the fresh start card with him. Not wanting to get into business with him. She does this so well. He tells her not an option. That he needs certain plastics and she needs to not go to jail. Telling her it’s low risk.

Gah I love Tim watching over the situation from across the way. Looking fine af BTW. My god I'll never be over how tall he is and I love it. Tall drink of yum. Look at him in his civvies, the hat, the glasses, the intense way he's watching her. Listening in to their convo. Trying to keep his protectiveness in check. Doing his best not to step in. Especially when Frank threatens her. Which causes Lucy to say yes. Frank says they’ll have dinner tonight then. He’ll come get her from her place. They can hammer out the details of this new partnership.

Lucy meets up with Wesley, Harper, Grey and her man. They’re going over this date for her. Tim looks like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. He hates the idea of this guy possibly thinking it’s a date. He hates this entire conversation really. Keeping his hands in his pockets. Looks at the ground trying to settle his protective nature.

I love Grey checking in with Tim. Minute he hears the word 'romantically and date.' He immediately looks at Tim. Knowing he hates this on so many levels. Tim isn’t being at all discreet with how he feels about this situation. He's basically squirming in front of all of them. Tim continuing to try to put on a brave face. Not well but sure trying. His whole body language screaming his immense discomfort.

Tim is being the least subtle he’s ever been in this moment. Hating the idea she needs a good wire in case he’s handsy. You can see him take a deep breath and clench his jaw at the thought of this. This conversation is killing him softly. Some angsty goodness though. The check in's these two have above getting me in the feels before she sets to leave. That silent communication of their's prominent af. I LOVE him walking Lucy to the door. The intense looks they share on the way.

They both look amazing btw. He keeps constant eye contact with her till he can’t any longer. The intense longing in his stare as he watches her go. *heart clutch* His entire world just walked out the door and it shows. Eric crushing it with the longing look. This is the type of angst I eat up. It’s so so good. Worried Tim is lovely to behold. And that man is insanely worried. He is an open book as she walks away from him. Trying to keep himself from losing his damn mind over this man possibly touching her.

Grey immediately checking in with him. Man wasn't exactly subtle during that whole conversation. Asking Tim if he’s ok? Tim lying saying he’s 5x5. Such a detached military reply. When he is anything but detached in this moment. Wade knowing he’s lying. Their friendship is underrated. Grey saying he has to treat this like any other OP. Any other UC. Sure he'll get right on that. Thanks to Lucy his emotions aren't so easy to turn off anymore. Also not like it’s the love of his life he’s watching over or anything…

Lucy goes to dinner with Frank all wired up. Tim watching intently outside. Fierce protector at the ready. The intense look on his face as he watches over her is doing things to me. *fans self* Like a lion pacing back and forth in it's cage waiting to be let out. Ready to attack at the slightest provocation against her. It's insanely hot tbh. He would gladly throttle this man if given the chance to. All he needs is to be given a reason.

Lucy almost gets Frank to admit to his brothers death when bullets start flying. We watch Tim in an absolute panic call this in. Desperately searching for her in the wreckage from his car. Trying to find her as he rattles off their address. I love her jumping up and looking his way so he knew she was ok. His giant sigh of relief when her head pops up. Feel like we all did that with him. Went from all out panic to instant relief. I said in the hospital scene she is his whole world. That just got shot at and he was paralyzed until she popped up.

He couldn’t breathe until he knew she was alright. His whole body slumping against his seat in relief. Eric crushing it out here with his expressions getting me all emotional. I love how his eyes dart back to her once more before he takes off after the shooters. Double checking she really is there. He couldn’t even be in pursuit of them until he knew she was ok. You can see he wants to stay but can’t. Having an internal battle but knows he has to go after them.

His cop brain in a delay due to this. This delay in reaction definitely affects him in his pursuit of the shooters. Don't think he was fully there mentally. Tim's head was most definitely not in the game when he went after them. Taking us back to 5x01 when Tim told Lucy if her head isn't the game 100 percent it'll get her killed. He is the living embodiment of that line in this moment. This dude almost killed him. Even when the gun is in his face his reaction time is slower.

That is not the Tim Bradford we know and love in the field. He was clouded his emotions running rampant. He had not compartmentalized at all. When Jan shows up it really hits him what almost happened to him. Saying he got lucky it was empty. Otherwise…ugh I don’t even wanna think about it. He’s panting his adrenaline waning and it showing. Looking over where the guy was knowing this could've been far worse. Knowing what it would've done to Lucy.

I love the minute she’s done dealing with Frank Lucy calls Tim. Anxiously awaiting him to answer her call. Both so worried about one another. Gah this episode is fantastic. Never seen Tim this panicky or shaken up. This is a UC OP he’s involved in I can’t imagine how he’d be if he wasn’t.

He just loves her so much. Having a legit meltdown till he knows she’s ok. It’s all over his face as he talks to her on the phone. Eric killing me softly in this one. Lucy isn’t pulling any punches with her worry either. Both making me emotional as hell. Tim replying ‘Yeah I am now.’ *internal screaming* Wasn’t ok till he knew she was.

The love they have for each other is all over this moment. I’m not crying you are…You can see all the tension leave his body when he hears her voice. The neediness in both their voices when he says they should meet up. Gah yes you do. They needed to hear each others voice to calm down after that adrenaline fest.

Then we come to THE laundry scene. One that broke my damn brain. Pretty much broke the entire fandom's brain. I love how she rushes to him and clings on. Wanting zero space between them. Tim leaning into her arms. Rubbing his hand up and down her back. I’m sure both their hearts were racing. They are each other’s safe space and this hug shows that.

So scared and only finding comfort in each others arms. So much emotion surging through them in this hug. I love me a good hug and this one is fantastic one. Trying to ground one another with it. Speaking their concerns about what they just went through. The swaying gets me too. I love everything about this hug.

Lucy basically launches herself at him. He catches her effortlessly and holds her so tightly to him. The remaining tension melting out of of their bodies. Because they were running on adrenaline and anxiety until this hug. Tim holding her so close making sure she’s real. There with him. I’ll never be over this moment and how lovely it is.

This next portion just proves why Lucy is his person. Tim is losing his mind with worry over this guy. Over him trying something. His anxiety coming off him in waves. Lucy wants to soothe him because it's her natural instinct. Tim looks like he wants to cry or punch a wall or both when he ask if he’s tried something? Lucy reassuring him he hasn’t but even if he did she’s got this. The fierce protector coming out strong right now. He can barely contain it. Tim deflecting a little saying ‘I know.’

Lucy knows this man so damn well. Telling him knowing and feeling ok are two different things. She's so right. I love the way she grabs his jacket trying to comfort him. Tim is being so soft and vulnerable in this moment. She wants him to know it’s ok. She’s ok and it’s very ok if he isn’t. Eric killing this episode left and right with his expressions. His heart is hurting it’s all over his face and Lucy is reaching out with a reassuring touch. I love her for validating his feelings. Not judging him for them.

But also knowing he’s being very vulnerable right now and she’s being wonderfully receptive to that. Tim gets a little defensive saying. Not his first time. Lucy is SO good with him. Doesn’t shame him for being bristly about this. Knowing it’s his PTSD in full swing. So soft in her reply and expression. Letting him know probably what’s making this so much worse for him. This is why she’s his person. Never shames him for his feelings only loves him through. Gah they’re making me so emotional. I love this couple so much.

Before Tim gets anymore emotional he tells her he has to go. Now isn’t the time to talk about this. That he knows if she doesn’t feel safe she will bail. If she’s good he’s good. Lucy confirms she’s good. Tim says he has to get back to the station then. Grey is waiting for a status update. Lucy stops him before he can go. Not ready to be apart from him just yet.

Grabbing his arm keeping him from leaving. I love the way she is looking at him landing on his lips. Then she says the 4 words that made us all collectively lose our minds. ‘Lock the door first.’ Is this real life? Did we really get this moment? Adrenaline fueled we made it out alive laundry room sex? Oh my damn lord.

The way he looks at her when she says this. *fans self* Tim is definitely not treating her like any other UC…I remember gasping at her saying this. Needing to be with him in this moment. Tim’s smile realizing what she’s saying. My god. Laundry room sex is now canon for them. We got shower sex last ep and now laundry room post-op sex. My god the writers were good to us. I like being pandered too LOL Also you know there is a damn good chance highly likely really this was unprotected too.

Lucy couldn’t let him walk away yet until she had him. Hot damn. Tim not one to deny her anything is easily roped into her naughty plans. I’m still not over the risks they took to have this heated moment together. They had a frenzied hookup while she was on assignment. I’m dead. They’ve actually killed me in the best way. S5 truly is a fic come to life. I love every minute of it. Clearly missing and craving sexy time with her man. Also probably still hopped up on adrenaline as well. Undercover hookup phew lord we are blessed haha

Lucy calls Tim after she gets away with Frank from the warehouse. Saying the OP is done. Frank has nothing left to build. Tim is flirty af in his reply. With a shit eating grin to go with it. Saying that’s too bad... Lucy is confused and says why? Tim referring to their hookup in the laundry room. Bummed he wasn't going to get another. Timothy Bradford I never haha This man is so different when he is truly loved and happy my goodness. I couldn't love it more.

Hard to believe this entire episode is canon. Tim is definitely loving his sex life with Lucy and proud to let her know about it. Hell so are we haha Horny Tim is hilarious and I love him so. They could find another laundry room for a repeat performance if he would like LOL Fanfic come to life this season swear to god. We live in a world where this scene happened and I’m dying.

They return home because at this point it’s their home. Gah love how Tim looks at Lucy as he approaches her. Man is so insanely in love with her. Lucy saying she needs a big meal, hot bath and quality sexy time. Heh. Then to sleep for 24 hours straight. I love how Tim encases her hands in his caressing them as they speak. Running his hands up and down hers. Needing this connection.

I love Tim being the physically affectionate one of the two. I always knew once they got together he would be the one who couldn’t keep his hands off her. Touching really is one of their many love languages and I adore it. Never saw them nearly as touchy with their ex’s. Just another reason proving why they’re so right for each other. Gonna be the death of me and I welcome it. Lucy can tell something is up. Asking him what’s going on?

Oh my poor damaged boy. Having a trauma response right now with her saying she needs time to decompress. I love him not deflecting and telling her how he’s feeling instead. That’s not easy for him. I also totally get his response. I still have trauma responses to things as well. Lucy knowing it is telling him it was only a week. That one nights keep will do her just fine. Trying to say without saying she’s not Isabel. Tim accepts her answer.

Lucy says she has to come clean about some thing though. That she knows she made him promise not to. But she watched 'Top chef' without him. For shame Lucy Chen . For shame LMAO I guess that monotony did get to her since she finished it without him.... Tim is so offended I’m dying. Calling her a 'Bad girlfriend' *screams into a pillow* They’re so friggin cute I am dying. Lucy's 'No, I'm sorry!' It is horrible Tim is right haha Making him promise not to then watching it without him. Every right to be playfully mad at her.

Lucy wastes no damn time and confronts Tim about the shooter in the alley. I love her so much for always calling him on his shit. Saying how he didn’t tell her he almost died in that alley. Tim brushing it off saying because he didn’t. Oh Timothy. Acting like her losing you wouldn’t completely wreck her. Absolutely devastate and ruin her like it would for you. I think that’s exactly why he did it though. Acting like it’s not a big deal when he knew it was.

Protecting her from that fact. Lucy coming at him saying doesn’t matter who told her. That they’ll set aside the fact he left it out of the report. 2x01 Tim would be appalled ha. Doing it for the same reasons Lucy did then. Insane how this same kind of fight still involves Isabel indirectly. Lucy can’t believe him right now. Acting like it’s nothing. Like she didn’t almost lose him.

We see a little more trauma Tim come out here. Just assuming she's keeping things from him when she's under. I so relate to him reacting this way I do. I misread something my best friend had texted me the other day. I made an assumption like Tim is here. My friend was wonderful texted me back ‘ Your trauma is showing.’ And it knocked me out of it. It’s involuntary when it runs so damn deep. And we know it does for him.

I’m so glad Lucy is there to knock him back out of it. Saying No you know Isabel did for a fact. Calling him right out for it. These kinds of fights are so good for them. Forces them to face the stuff they’re hiding. Things they didn’t really touch on last episode. This was a much better and more open conversation. Tim didn’t hide behind being ‘fine.’ And Lucy isn’t letting him get away with it. Tim can’t fight that logic and it’s all over his face in the second gif. The way his body slumps in reply.

Lucy making a strong ass point next. Saying if this is going to work between them he has to see the difference. She not wrong. He really does. Tim shooting back of course he can. (Babe you got some work to do...) What I love the most is Lucy said her piece. Put him his place about this. Which was needed and now Tim is saying his. The dialogue in this scene so much more productive than 5x20 was. Airing things out and how they actually feel. Tim voicing his need to know she will listen to him if he sounds the alarm.

That otherwise all the pain he went through was for nothing. Then he says the line that shows me Lucy is the love of his damn life. ‘I can’t lose you the way I lost her.’ Tears in this man’s beautiful eyes. Imma cry myself. Finally voicing the fear he kept inside last episode. He cannot lose this woman My heart. She is everything to him. Pulled him out of the depths of his pain and hurt. Brought him back to life. He loves her so much and is saying as such in this moment.

Lucy can see this and reassures him he won’t lose her that way. She would walk away for him if it ever got that close. Ugh my heart. He sounded the alarm earlier and she shut it down. So they both have stuff to work on. I mean it's why he brought it up. He felt like he was sounding the alarm in the laundry room. Lucy brushed it off saying she didn't want to tap out. But them having this conversation hopefully they can be more aware of these things for a future OP and in general really. The need to openly communicate is a must.

Tim says 'Okay.' Choosing to trust what she is saying. Then we get another glorious hug. The way he clings to her. His hand around her neck pulling her to him is so visceral. He loves her so damn much and it’s shown beautifully in this embrace. How much she means to him. Pulling her in close. Lucy doing the same thing clinging to him like a life raft. Her arms pulling him close to her as well. We see both her hands on his shoulders. *sigh*I'm so proud of them for both speaking their minds in this scene.

Lucy calling Tim out was so needed. He has to see she isn’t Isabel. If not it’ll destroy him. No one gets through to Tim like Lucy. This scene was so raw and honest. Very much needed after all that was left unsaid in 5x20. Never be over them being vulnerable with one another especially Tim. Not only telling her he needs her to listen but sharing he CANNOT lose her. Basically laying any cards she didn’t already have from him on the table. So proud of him. He’s come so far and this scene shows it. I truly love the writers for how real they write them. Phew Lord this was a good ep.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Angela calling Aaron from closet about a case hilarious. The entire ep trying to do stuff for her I was laughing so hard.

Also nice to see Celina go out with a nice guy. She deserves it.

Well the next one is the last one holy moly. Thank you forever and always to those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. You all have made me so appreciated by doing so. I will see you all in the 5x22 :)

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Chase (Evil Reptilian)

For @turbulentscrawl who knows im trying to feed us professor scalie food fvnjfonjfvjn

Rated Mature | Warnings: Hunter/prey kink

Sometimes new places are somehow created and never announced until after a match. Everyone on that team just wakes up there.

You look around as you are placed outside of what looks like a college entrance. The first thing you notice, your clothes are different. A lab coat with goggles on your head like a headband, large black lab gloves, shiny black pants, and luckily decent long boots. You are always amazed when any of the lady survivors flywheel in heels.

When you look at your reflection through the glass door of the entrance, you almost laugh! The costume looks so stereotypical of a mad scientist costume! All you are missing is crazy hair with a white streak.

“(Name)!” You turn to see Lucky Guy dressed in a varsity jacket and the rest of his usual clothes, “You got changed too!”

“Yeah,” He sounds excited but thankfully not loud. “Did you see the others yet?”

He shakes his head, “Here,” Tossing you a flashlight, “Found a chest nearby. I'll go check the football field for a cipher.”

“Do you recognize this place?”

“Yeah, my old college. That building,” Pointing to the one you are in front of, “That's the science building.”

The sound of the bell going off cuts the conversation short. The cheerleader got hit.

“Shit.” You both say before going two different paths to find a cipher.

Cheerleader chaired first, rescued by Lucky Guy. Lucky Guy used a perfume. The cheerleader found Mind’s Eye and got healed. Lucky Guy was kiting Evil Reptilian until he was terror-shocked. You saved Lucky Guy by using the flashlight, but now the lizard man is after you.

One cipher was found and completed by you during this mess.

The part that is most intense when it comes to hunters like Evil Reptilian-- Luchino-- is how Jurassic fucking part this feels when you hear him behind the door of the classroom you are hiding in. His claws scraped against the floor and his tail swayed and sometimes knocked into things in the hallway. You hate it, the way your heart races as you have to carefully move behind a lab table as the door is thrown open and the large creature bends down to enter through the doorway.

You can see him through the glass cabinet above the wall, you grip the dying flashlight in your hand as he jumps onto one of the other tables to survey the room.

He can smell you, his tongue sticking out more accurately, the mix of your scent and the faint scent of his counterpart. When in matches with you both, he cannot sometimes pinpoint who is who, likely a trick the professor uses to have the lizard go for him first.

A flex, as you say, would be another way to put it given both are possessive of you.

The second he leaps forward you flash the light in his eyes causing him to crash into the cabinet wall giving you time to run out of the room.

A cipher pops when you are in the hallway running for your life!

“Why can't you be normal!?” Shouting as you run and dodge a swipe of the machete meant to hit your back, “Stop that!” You make a sharp turn just as he tries to jump in front of you to block your path.

“Saying that will not stop— Agh!” You threw the broken flashlight at him but he blocked it with his arm, “Haha!” The laugh that follows makes you jolt quickly knowing better than to stand around like a deer in the headlights.

The predator chasing the prey adds to his excitement, the palette you drop does nothing but get him closer. Your flywheel helps you try your next plan as you remove your lab coat and vault through a window into another classroom. A burner is on as it makes whatever is in these glasses of various shapes and sizes burn.

“Back off!” You burn your coat and use it to keep him at a distance.

It is always fun going against you, this will of yours to live never dying down, snatches the coat out of your hands but you start throwing the mysterious chemicals-filled glasses around not giving a damn.

The mindset of: “If I am going out I'm taking you with me” is admirable.

Luchino can smell it is just water and food coloring, nothing harmful else he would have panicked. Not only for himself but for you too.

Though he is hunting you, you are still important to him.

A cut across your chest ripping into clothing and flesh, he is doing his job and you fight as expected of you.

Wounded. You didn't use that ability to give yourself a second wind.

He can taste your blood and sweat, the fear though is lacking. Good, he prefers you to be brave.

Two ciphers are remaining and you are getting tired, you found a syringe though when Evil Reptilian lost you for a second in the basement level. He downed you but you used your ability to get back up.

It will be a long while before you can use it again and hopefully by then the ciphers and exit gate will be open.

Hoping as he has the advantage of jumping here in this odd basement.

Did Mad Eyes make this!? You have to be careful not to get snagged by something or the steam from the boiler disorienting you.

Scraping of claws on metal is freaking you out and fear is finally kicking in. Fear makes you… Not so smart and you scream when you fall and feel yourself get lifted and then tossed into something. It was like being a ragdoll for a brief moment. You fight to get out of this weird placement in the wall but all it gets you is the attention of the hunter on the other side.

You jerk when his large hand grabs your leg and attempts to pull you out of the hole in the wall.

“This is stupid!” Stupid and the making of a bad joke. “Luchino help!” Because you do not like this and if anyone is going not be weird about this it would be him.

You think.

He tries again by tugging from your waist but stops when all that does is make the device keeping you in this strange wall tighten.

“There may not be a way for me to force you out.” You hear him say while his hand shifts to your back just above your ass. Being bent over with no way to look behind you is making you very aware of what is touching you.

“You don't sound too worried about it.” You kick at him when his claw tugs as the waistband of your pants.

“Why should I? You can remain here while I deal with your teammates.”

Shit. You try getting out of this but all that does is give the Evil Reptilian a show of your ass wiggling in front of him.

Tempting.

Would not be the first time he had you, comes with the territory of your relationship with his counterpart. Shared emotions and all. You do not mind, the first time it scared you naturally but you are a very adaptive little human with the bravery of a creature ten times his size. Sometimes you should keep that in check, though hunting you would be no fun if you gave up without a fight. You are no deer, nor rabbit, you are like a snake. Hissing as a warning with your commentary and striking with an object when the warning is ignored. Though he knows you are not above actually biting as once he heard Ithaqua ask the other hunters if ever a survivor has ever bitten them.

“Luchino?” You call out to him, “You know…” His eyes narrow at the way your legs part a bit, enough to hit your intentions, “You could chair me after we explore a little something.” Being cute with your voice as this is not the first time you gave yourself to him during a match. Not like it often, you do have pride but you are also one to do when he least expects to throw him off.

There is a ripping sound, you squealing, and metal being scratched into by claws.

[opennwindows]

HIII!!! Can you do masky as a father figure to emo/scene kid teens headcanons <33

A/N: OMG as i’m posting this i kinda realized i read the ask slightly wrong and wrote it as Dad!Masky with a emo/scene child and got carried away *sobs* but if this doesn’t hit the particular spot u need it to, i’ll totally rewrite it just for you!! just lmk and i’ll type away ( ◠‿◠ ) but i brought out my boy Suburban Dad Tim for this one.

Dad!Masky/Tim with a Emo/Scene kid hcs!

- tim’s a bit confused, but he’s got the spirit!!

- when he was in his teens he was around a bunch of trad-goth and punk friend groups, so he totally understands the importance of the alt community. i mean, dude was neck deep in mental trauma so he def wasn’t hanging out with the cheerleaders lol

“so i know this isn’t bring me the chemical romance or whatever, but this t-shirt is mine from highschool and i want you to have it. they’re called the cure-“

“dad i know who the cure is.”

“ohhh well aren’t you so dark and brooding.”

- will 110% pay for your hair dye and is always amazed with whatever styles you come up with.

- he can be quite sassy with his opinions though lol

“look, i’m just saying last time you did the blue roots with black hair it didn’t look like gerard way. it looked like gerard do not enter.”

“dad??????? what the hell”

- he’ll go to concerts with you pretending he’s just there to protect from a distance, but you both know he’s “secretly” vibing to the music. a true emo dad at heart.

- definitely will take vids to spam brian with.

- cannot understand scene genres like crunkcore to save his life though.

“why the fuck are they screaming over techno beats?????? put back on that pierce the veil band i like.”

- might have a mental breakdown when you ask him to take you to go get your first piercing though.

“YOU WANT A NEEDLE???? SHOVED THROUGH YOUR TONGUE???? slow down buddy, why don’t we start with a uhhh nostril or something.”

- he just wants to make sure that you can properly take care of it……. and he hates the thought of his little rockstar having to sit though any pain regardless of how small it is. will absolutely make fun of you if you cry after it though.

“haha you cried like a baby.”

“i got my septum pierced, it was a natural reaction”

“*already has brian on speaker phone* yeah dude they sobbed like a fucking LOSERRRR”

- you better pray no one dares to bully you at school, because masky and hoodie will be planning on scaring the compulsive normativity out of their boring teenage brains.

“dad why is brian by jacob’s car with a baseball bat?”

“don’t worry about it, he’s just gonna talk to him.”

“i’m literally watching him swing at the passenger side window-“

“it’s just a little chat, do you wanna go see a movie?”

- genuinely is invested in listening to all the emo band lore

“you can’t put the mcr poster next to your the used poster, why would you disrespect your wall like that?”

“i’m going to kidnap ryan ross and lock him in a studio myself if he doesn’t release some new music soon, i’m tired of hearing you cry about it every night.”

- tim knows how important it is to be fully accepted and loved for who you are growing up and he will fully embrace every part of it. he just really, truly loves you.

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

you're toxic, i'm slippin' under with a taste of a poison paradise

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(i always jokingly call their ship 'my chemical romance', mostly bc of the fact that crane is awfully good at chemistry, among the other things. n' i do dearly love this aspect of their relationships. gotta adore how it's literally 'toxic' love, bc the fear toxin is a thing, n' they both end up sniffing it, every time they met. so it's less of poetic language here. it's just that they end up inhaling fumes n' havin' a bad trip. plain as day.

anyho', these arts are circling around the idea of what if at one point, crane dosed both of them on purpose. n' what if he did it as the scarecrow. or more so, when he was in mindset of the scarecrow.

btas crane n' old comic ones are usually depicted as sadists, who ironically are afraid of pain themselves. as jonathan is the sort of man, who is afraid to suffer / be hit / be picked on, bc it was his whole life. he knows how it feels n' he's dreading it. n' while it's cute, i was wondering about more crazy n' drastic measures, that crane might take, even if he knows that it would hurt him, but at same time, would grant him smth that he wants very-very badly. in this context, some 'discomfort' should be fine. n' i believe, that if he's 'out of it' or desperate enough, he might do it.

in this context, him using ft for smth dare i say kinky, isn't out of question. i often think' that crane might view his ft as a connecting link between himself n' batman. even if he doesn't know who batman is, the difference between them is evident. starting from the looks n' ending up with their personalities. but when batman is afraid, it's like jonathan bringing bruce to his level, isn't it? at that moment, they're the same. crane dosing them both is almost a power move. kind of harmful, bc crane cannot quickly overcome his own toxin like batman does. but still, it would take batman aback. give jonathan those 10 seconds of being the 'big bad' man in the room. but that's just a cherry on top. the main point of this is that jon can get away with smth, like a kiss or smth more, bc it would all be lost in horror soon enough. with this nearly an ultimatum in mind, he can waste those few moments *where he still udnerstands what's real n' what's not* to be bold.

i feel like btas crane will be a tad more modest about it still vs his more unhinged comic counterpart. but batman would be caught off guard, either way! i generally do enjoy the situations, where bruce is ruffled n' taken for a ride from time to time. he's very serious n' very prepared, n' all that, but it's fun to let jon score a win. even if it's small, it still would plague batman for days. his enemy dosed both of them, crawled into his laps, kissed him n' then just.....refused to explain himself. n' while it would be puzzling from bruce's pov. i love how it would have been the fear-included kiss for both of them, but jon would have been afraid of it *touching lips with him* even without ft, so this what makes it painfully appealing to me.

i stan by a hc that pleasure is generaly very hard concept for crane. n' he doesn't fully know what to do with it. or how to proceed. any fantasy, where things just nice n' not complicated feels untrue to him. he can't do what harley did n' just smooch the bat. he's not a pretty gal or even someone, who has any skills in that area. more so, the mere idea about how the bat might be willing to do smth with him, outside of being low-key cornered into it or lured into, is beoynd him. which is pretty sad, but it just feels kinda....like, well, jon, haha. i can't picture him as someone, who can overlook his self-hatred n' disgust this easily. but causing smth, when controled by fear n' despair for having that one thing he's pinning for, now this would sound realistic to him.

as for bruce, he can take his revenge by simply kissing crane back. n' also explain nothing. i imagine, that when it happens, crane's brain will freeze. it's like an instant defeat.)

[foxilayde]

Thinking about OTTR Leto. That scene from Scarface when they are at restaurant. You’re in a pretty satin dress barley picking at your food. You’re pissed off at him for getting way too high at a special dinner.. he even brought Duncan for god knows what? You were supposed to be gone an hour ago, champagne bottles are empty… the ice cream you didn’t have for dessert is melted. All because Leto ( the stallion HAHA) is rambling about taking over the “spice” lands over on the east.

Thank you for the beautiful prompt! It was inspiring 💚

Tw: drug use, 18+only

Fucking boys night. It always turns into a boys night. And why wouldn’t it? Every restaurant he’s ever taken you to is one he ‘owns’, one where all his jumped up lackeys like to take their dates as well. And they always greet each other like it’s some big fucking surprise. “This guy! They just let anybody in here, eh?!” Kissing each other on the cheek, slapping each other on the ass. He should just take Duncan out on a fucking date.

Not a single one of them can ever have just a gentleman’s dose of the slopes, can they? Especially Leto. He’s beyond geeked and making such a fucking scene that you start to realize why there’s a connotation about the secret back rooms of gangster affairs in restaurants, why the boss is always ‘in the back’… it’s cause you can’t stick him anywhere near the regular patrons without scaring the paying customers away. Especially with his penchant to wave that fucking Desert Eagle. He takes bumps off of it. The golden piece. Ostentatious, reckless, asshole.

This wasn’t supposed to be business. If you can even call it business, the shit these overgrown boys do— playacting as robbers and robbers. The intimidation. The pageantry. The obnoxious parade of power. You twist your Cartier watch on you wrist to get a look at the time, the gorgeous diamond pavé thing, a gift from Leto. Some I’m sorry baby present, you’re sure. Too many to count. The only thing you can count on is that there’ll likely be another one tomorrow. Yes. In the sober light of day, Leto will wake with a raging headache, depleted tanks of dopamine, and a hundred excuses. You’ll excuse yourself because you won’t be able to look at him and when you get home there will be ten dozen red roses and something shiny enough to distract you until the next time.

It’s almost 3 in the morning. Which means you’ve been sitting at the table by yourself for almost an hour.

He sidles back over to the table and rubs your shoulder with his strong ringed hand, “Hey baby.” He’s so fucking loaded right now and he’s going to insist on driving when the time comes. It takes everything in you to smile and put your hand over his.

“Hey, daddy.”

“You okay over here? You’re being kind of quiet.”

It’s a trap, this line. It’s leading. Before you were versed in the beast of chemicals puppeteering Leto, you would speak your mind— air your aggravations. But the beast is a delicate creature that must be treated tactfully. The beast does not care if you’re “okay” the beast is saying, “I am interpreting your silent non-participatory attitude as you judging me. You’d better reassure me right the fuck now that you’re not.”

So you say, “I’m sorry, Leto. I’m just so so tired.” You smile sleepily to sell it and he does what he always does. He offers you cocaine.

“Got a remedy for that.” He starts to dig in his pocket, but you put a soft hand on his arm and pout your lip for good measure.

“Would you mind if I took the car home? I’m just dead tired and I want to lay down, is that okay?” You try to say it all as sweetly and sympathetically as you can, forcing all the weight and meaning off any syllable that might be interpreted as anything accusatory.

But the beast is sensitive.

“You have the fucking keys, dontcha?” He shoos you away with both hands, laughing derisively, “sulking at the fucking table all night,” he mutters. “Go the fuck home, don’t act like I’m holding you hostage.”

You’re frozen for a moment with hot tears welling up in your eyes. You hate that he can be like this. Talking to you like you’re one of his guys’ nephews who just fucked up a drop.

“What are you waiting for? Go! You’re so damn tired, then leave!”

You’re self conscious, scooting and slipping out of the booth, keeping your eyes on the floor in some vain attempt to not let the room see you’re crying. You hope not everyone is staring but you know they are.

You could yell back, if you wanted, like you used to do in the early days. Something about his rage probably preferred it— the twin fervor and flame of it all. The broken crystal. The name calling… The sex was better then too. You’d be just as loaded and dish it out just as hard and you’d fuck in mutual groveling, passionate with evenly geeked apologies in the back of his Cullinan. But you just can’t bring yourself to do it tonight. You weren’t lying when you told him you were tired.

[librarycards]

*might be sending this to a bunch of people with great blogs who I really like and appreciate

saw a claim made that ocd "can never be cured, like thatevery person who has ocd will always deal with it, "have it" and that's because ocd is caused by a "chemical imbalance in the brain" and that it's been "proven by research". so they say you can't deal with ocd for only a few months or years, if you say you have than it wasn't actually ocd you're lying or exaggerating. which I find ridiculous and insulting, but than they say something worse "research has proven it's chemicals in the brain" which sounds even more ridiculou (im anti-psychiatry all the way. but what can I say to that?! any thoughts?? is this person referencing any real research? or just made up pro psychiatry nonsense??

I'm afraid I might not have a satisfying answer to this ask, mostly because I'm 1) agnostic (at my most generous) to the "chemical imbalance theory" of "mental illness" (as it were). there is nuance to this: i don't think that we are somehow entirely unaffected by our brains, in terms of structure and contents etc. Rather, I think that the construction of "mental disability" is relatedly only tangentially to what our brains actually "do." That is, the construction of mental disability preceded and continues to exceed what is capable of being known about the brain "itself," because mental disability is first and foremost a social, medical, legal, linguistic construction. Little more evidence of this is needed than the fact that I have never had my brain scanned, yet have been diagnosed with myriad mental disabilities and institutionalized against my will. The brain is to mental disability what "sex" is to gender –– a mythology of concreteness designed to (unsteadily) bolster the flimsiness of the diagnosis, the assignment.

While I am also uninterested in recovery as a paradigm, and in theorizing what it might look like to be "free" of a certain part of the way i move through the world (ocd included), I am interested in collective healing with and through self-determination and free association. What I know for sure, despite the murkiness of everything else, is that it is possible to substantially improve your quality of life in a wide variety of ways: some people find medications that help, some counselling (whether professional or informal). Others choose spirituality and meditation. Others self-direct using freely available therapeutic resources. Still more enlist the help of their friends and loved ones to keep track of types of behavior they'd like to avoid. And, of course, some don't do any of that, and it is their right to do so, so long as they are not endangering others, regardless of how shitty it feels (both for them and the people who care about them).

so: I'm giving you a non-answer. I don't believe in cure because I don't believe in disability-as-disease. I think people who are obsessed (haha) with figuring out the etiology of different diagnoses are at best naïve and at worst eugenicist. (Note: i am not upset with you, nor do I think you're a eugenicist or any other genre of bad person! Thinking about these things does not make you bad. Asking these questions in good faith does not make you bad, either.) I think that we will be much better positioned to talk about living and improving together when we forget chemical imbalances or medical decrees of terminality or unrecoverability or treatment resistance, and start thinking about things we can do in our lives now that help us create better futures.

[indigochromatic]

System Stuff Weeklies #1

Alright let's do this-- I'm going to put up 2 questions, intentionally pretty broad, with some examples from ourselves; go ahead and answer either or both of them, and feel free to interpret them however you want in order to get you to something you're interested in talking about! (No direct pings this time, just to see how it goes)

1. What's your favorite image, metaphor, or description of how your system works "overall" that you use to describe yourself(s) to others? We're personally a big fan of calling ourselves a binary star system. Singlets are just one big star in the middle, and we might look kinda like that from far away, but actually we're two stars, approximately the same size, orbiting a common center together. Neither one of us is the "real one" or the "actual center", both of us are stars even though we might have different, idk, emission wavelength spectra and chemical compositions or whatever, and we're matched enough in "mass" that we balance. And like, it feels like it used to just be one star and a bunch of inert stardust around it, but then a Bunch Of Stuff happened all in the right order in the right ways and that stardust all kinda coalesced and hit the critical point to start its own fusion process and become a star in its own right. 2. What's something you feel like you've learned or gained from being a system/part of a system? Either from the experience itself, from each other, or from the process of learning how to do this whole life thing together?

For us, I think one big thing that L's learned is how to stand up for ourselves better--really for me, initially, and then by extension for herself, too. She tends towards being a conflict-avoidant little ball of slightly-anxious sunshine who just wants to be friends with everyone...even when that means defaulting to the assumption that she must be the one in the wrong, always. This didn't cause too many big obvious problems in her life initially--and then system stuff started for us, and then suddenly we were confronted by all kinds of assumptions and assertions that it would've been so much easier to go along with than to fight: "You don't really mean that you feel like he's 'real', right?" "It was so weird talking to you in that other persona, haha" "Unless you fit exactly these XYZ specific criteria you're not a system and everyone who says otherwise is an ableist faker" "But this is only happening because you met [system friend], though, of course. Like, you wouldn't be saying this otherwise." And yeah. We had a lot of really vicious system-doubt spirals for that first year and a half. But she looked at what was going on, and looked at what it was doing to me, and went, "fuck it, I have to change." And she has. Not overnight, not perfectly--but she's a hell of a lot better at it, because she put in the work to be: "No, actually, this would still be happening, I just wouldn't have the right words for it if I hadn't met [friend]." "This is a post from some random person on the internet who knows nothing about us, we can just close the tab and walk away." "He's a person, not a persona--please don't ever call him that again." "Yes, I do think he's real, exactly as much as I am." There's a lot more for both of us that I could talk about (for example, I've been learning to...accept help and affection and support better? Actually letting myself feel it rather than constantly operating from a scarcity mindset about it), but I'll leave it at this for now.

[shinagawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Miho Kobayashi

~~ May 16th ~~

“Pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off you.”

Login Lines:

“I’ve noticed that it’s been very quiet today…too quiet for my liking, it fills me with unease-hm? Oh, Goro, what is it?”

“A present?…My, how time flies, I can’t believe it’s already my birthday so that’s why I haven’t heard anything explode, at least Sumire is considerate enough about not doing any of her experiments on my birthday.”

Voice Lines:

“Honestly I’d rather not think about how I’m 35 already, as much as I hate to admit it, it’s a constant reminder of how I’m on a “time limit” or something like that. Despite that, I’ve gotten many compliments on how good I look for my age but honestly, what good does that do…”

“I’ve decided to give everyone the day off today, why? I felt like it, my employees have been working hard, business is booming so they deserved it and they seemed quite happy when it was announced, they get to go home and I won’t have to sit through another company birthday party, it’s a win for all of us.”

“Honestly I had almost completely forgotten that it was my birthday today, I’ve been so busy planning my wedding…never thought I would say that haha, I don’t want to sound too giddy but I can’t quite help it, though I do wish that people would stop sending in gifts in advance, that’s what the wedding is for.”

“I wish you were here, Ami…I’m sure you would’ve love to tease me about how much of a “hardass” I’ve become…and I’m sure you would’ve been so much happier here, also no offense my dear sister but your daughter is the incarnation of Satan himself, I often wonder if she would turn out differently if you were here…I’m sure we both would’ve…”

“Ritsuko, how lovely to see you. It’s that obvious hm? Yes, I am feeling rather cheerful today and you would be correct in assuming it’s something more than my birthday. Say what you want about my fiancé but it doesn’t change the fact that I care for him deeply, oh? What is it?”

“Chemicals…Ritsuko, please explain what these are for before I dispose of them…fertility chemicals?! For fuck sake Ritsuko this feels more like an insult than a gift! Ugh, honestly, why would I expect anything different from you…fine, thank you.”

“…Lovely, Sumire, what a way to greet your aunt, just give me your gift and go.”

“Is this a gas mask…you little bitch, we may not be able to prove it yet but I just know that it was you! You are so lucky I can’t have you arrested on the spot, go, just go, just looking at you is starting to piss me off.”

Ritsuko Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Miho. Aren’t you chipper today? Though I believe that’s more due to your impending wedding than your birthday, is it not? While I’m not impressed by your choice of spouse, I am happy for you and to show that and to celebrate your birthday, I have something for you.”

“Yes, chemicals and before you throw them in the trash, I believe you would want to know that these chemicals will increase your fertility astronomically so I would be careful about using them, you will get pregnant in one try after ingesting them so be wise.”

Sumire Lines:

“Happy Birthday, you cunt. Honestly I shouldn’t be giving you jack shit considering what’s happening but Aiko guilt tripped me so here.”

“Honestly with all the shit-ha! Get it?! Because it’s all over the fucking news that your future hubby shitted himself at his team’s anniversary gala!-that’s been happening with your fiancé, I think you definitely would want this but me personally I wouldn’t want to be 6 feet near a fucker that can’t control his bowels but if that’s what you’re into…Ha! Later!”

[headfirstforahalo23]

✩• Henry Emily x Fem Reader One-Shot•✩

Summary - You and your boyfriend, Henry are out at dinner with friends, but you don’t feel good at all, and just want to go home. You leave early but a certain someone wants to be with you too.

Word Count - 931

Type of one-shot - Comfort or fluff

Listen to one of these songs or both while you read! :)

Your throat was dry and sore, no matter how hydrated you were the soreness wouldn’t go away. You were also on your period, right now your cramps were at an all time high for pain, maybe it was the worse they have ever been. You sighed quietly to yourself.

All you wanted to do was go home and lay in bed, that sounded like the best thing in the world to you right now. You finally had enough and you decided to say your goodbyes.

“Hey guys I think I’m going to leave.” You said getting up slowly from the table. “I’ll give you money for the drink I got.” You took your wallet from out of your pocket and took out at least 5 bucks.

“Awww.. Already [Name]? We haven’t even ordered food yet..” Your friend Lulu said frowning. Henry looked at you and also frowned. William just kept a neutral face.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling very well.. I’ll see you guys later though!” You said smiling fondly, while walking away and waving. They all waved back and you walked outside of the restaurant to your car.

You started to drive away to your house, you couldn’t wait to lay down and relax.

You got home and left your car, you unlocked the front door, went inside and went to your room putting on some pj’s. You took some medicine and then you threw yourself on your bed.

Ring!

“What the hell..” You muttered while walking to the front door to see who rang at the door. You opened the door and was greeted by non other then Henry Emily.

“Henry? Shouldn’t you be at dinner with everyone?” It has only been a few minutes since you left. You looked at him guiltily, you should have just sucked up the pain..

“I wanted to be with you, that’s the whole reason I went to dinner.” You smiled faintly and moved out of the way so he can come in. “What’s wrong Sweetie?” He said before kissing you.

“I don’t feel very well… My period cramps are bad, and I have a sore throat..” I said while frowning.

He looked at me sympathetically and frowned. “Aww.. Sweetie, I’m sorry you feel terrible… Here, how about you go lay down and let me get you some stuff. OK?” I smiled again and nodded my head.

“Okay..” He kissed me one last time before I walked back to my room.

HENRY’S POV.

I took one of her sets of keys and left to go to the drug store. I got in my car and started driving to the Walgreens ten minutes from here. The only thought that was in my head the whole drive was how I didn’t do care to ask how she was feeling before hand… If I paid attention a little more I could have canceled dinner and stayed home by her side, but I didn’t care to ask..

I finally got to the store, I stopped the engine and got out of the car, I walked into the store and got a basket, I then immediately walked to the feminine care isle. I was pretty confused on what type of tampon sizes to get… Light, regular, or super… Fuck it, I’ll just get each one. I put each one in the basket. I also got a few boxes of pads in case she didn’t use tampons. I then went to the candy isle to get some of her favorite candies. I also got her her favorite drink and two bottles a Fiji water.

Last of all, I got her some Advil for cramps and the sore throat, and some cough syrup for the sore throat also. Once I finished getting everything I walked to the cashier lane. It was my turn and I put all the stuff down on the counter.

“Your girlfriend or wife is going through her period huh?” The cashier said smiling while she rang me up.

“Haha, yeah…” I said rubbing the back of my neck smiling back.

“We need more men like you, your total is $30.35.” I smiled and got a little flustered from her comment. I took my wallet out and inserted my card. Once the payment was successful I took my card back out and she gave me by bag with the receipt in it. “Have a nice night.”

“You too.” I said while walking away I put the basket back and walked out with the bag in my hand. I got in the car and drove home.

I had finally made it back and I unlocked the front door and went in. I took off my shoes and walked to her room. “Hey Henry..” [Name] said tiredly while she was covered up scrolling through her phone.

“Hey sweetie.” I smiled at her and got on the other side of the bed. I gave her the bag. “I got you everything I thought you would need. I’m going to go put on some comfy clothes I’ll be back.” I said kissing her forehead. She nodded and I got the clothes from the closet. Both of us left a little bit of our clothes at each other’s houses whenever we would spend the night I walked into the bathroom and got on dressed into some comfortable pajamas. I finished getting dressed and I walked back to [Name]’s room and laid down next to her cuddled up.

“Y’know you didn’t have to get me all of that..” She said cuddled up against me.

“Oh, yes I did. I would do anything to make you feel the best you can. I love you a bunch sweetie…”

“I love you a bunch too…” [Name] replied, I smiled. I most be the luckiest man in the world…

[the-firebird69]

Yeah give us all some competition

Thor Freya

And see you again is on and that's with the Riddick can't call it other name right now but here it is BJ there's a lot of cars just sitting there defunct you pay money and you pull them away and someone's doing it to me and you go with a car carrier or something so you know what he says

Zues Hera

About 50% of the cars in Florida do not work all of them all of Florida that is 50% are completely damaged they did not let it dry out and they did not flush the motor before they started it and it started the process even if you do flush it out it's still probably won't last that long cuz the seals already rotted but not that much so my father's right usually the seal might go like an eighth of an inch but then you burn it off and it's all done rotting but you know it starts writing a little faster and it's conducive to it and if you don't use synthetic oil it's going to go within a year the best thing to do is just start recycling them and get the old crap out of here a lot of cars are ruined on the New lots that whole batch of cars is ruined it's so stupid they don't remove it but really it's better to remove it and leave it empty for a while so I don't know what to tell you but it's a big business and we need to someone on our side to try and compete with bja can't leave you there something you do in the power plant it's not up yet because so I sort of hear you and that's good swamp thing says and she's swamp thing emphasizes and reiterates. Perfect that's terrific we're going to have a good day and night here so we have to have another person come in no I think I'm Aquaman. So okay if I'm not Aquaman I'm Nemo no that's grandpa I mean grandfather father. King Nemo, haha well that makes sense I can hear some funny stuff on top of the other guys funny stuff. It's not John rivlehort it's another one of them funny guys I'm into it but recycling cars is my thing I should be doing the boats and he's a car guy yeah but he's mad if I do the both thing if you do the both thing he's already doing it and I know that he's doing a great job I don't know why it's probably because he has to watch you. I want you to shut up I don't like this b******* it's all wet and cushy and stinks it's like creatures of the Black lagoon swamp thing now Aquaman is a small guy I'll tell you what I'm going to set my light up for cars I can hand off the boat stuff and I did a great job you can work on the mega yacht and I guess it's timing but I wish you would come forward and so does he he needs help he needs us done he's captains for each of these projects and I'm hurrying a strike team cuz I can only manage it I need to have people on it they're coming for my country my my family I mean and that was Abomination and she abomination... And I'm on it and I'm going to do this and we have a variety of boats and a million dollars in Florida is not that many but up the coast is a ton and they want them out he started and it's kind of half-assed because he's a car guy big time and he loves stores in the car he loves your new car too it's like it it's not as brutish he likes your other car he built a really big brutish one and it looks like a Rolls-Royce and it's a Bentley and it's your company it's really really beefy and he enjoyed it it's the 16 wheeler okay and kicks ass okay Aquaman is not supposed to say that and we have an Aquawoman and we're going to do the boats, I'm excited we have a bunch of brand names and revive them using the fiberglass and we do make them with metal as well and steel and it's really an encapsulated steel house so it doesn't rust and we put stuff on it and we also put a little nickel in it and metal so it comes out so it doesn't really rust it's inside you have to do that and we put foam in. He is a correct adhesive and it's made for a metal to fiberglass and we also use sealer within the adhesive and it's resistant to all manners of water and chemicals too. I'm going to start doing this and I'm going up coast and I'm going up to West Coast now it's already past San Francisco it's going to freeze out before I get the boats and so it's a really gross mess after and I know how to do it it's a state of emergency and I I document every boat and I send all the program reports to the officials and they get everybody.

They doing to see who I am and what it look like and what other characters I have.

Thor Freya

We actually narrated the entire thing

Hera Zues

In reverse in that order I was doing most of it

[lazyevaluationranch]

On a post about the Blue Haired Girlfriend's quixotic citrus breeding experiments, @voidingintotheshout​ asked:

I mean, if you wanted a hearty citrus relative, why didn’t you just grow Osage Orange? They can grow as far north as Michigan which is surely further north than anyone could reasonably expect to grow a citrus tree. They’re not edible but then hearty orange isn’t either. Osage Orange are so cool and such a interesting historical plant from the Shelterbelt era of American agriculture. Apparently they do smell like citrus.

This is part three of three. Part one. Part two.

Now you've done it! It's time for A Very Brief (But Also Insufficiently Brief) History of Twentieth Century Hardy Citrus Cultivation! Growing citrus trees this far north is kind of nuts, it's true, but I promise you it is not even close to the weirdest things people have done to grow citrus in places where the citrus doesn't think it should grow.

A note: This post will written using the Swingle citrus taxonomy system, including things that are definitely wrong. The citrus taxonomic tree looks like that one box of orphaned computer cords I keep moving with me to new houses "in case I need them" except some sort of adorable five-dimensional kitten has entertained herself with them and some of the resulting knots are not technically possible in our space-time continuum. 

The powers that be gave us citrus because nothing pleases them like seeing a geneticist cry.

1. The Migrant Trees

The Soviet Union wanted lemons for tea, and they wanted to be independent enough not to have to trade with anyone else to get them, which meant they wanted to grow their own citrus. That part of the world is not a great place to grow plants that die when the temperature goes below zero, but at the foundation of the Soviet Union, there were citrus orchards in the warmest part of Georgia, along the Black Sea. Specifically, there was about, uh, one and a half square kilometers of somewhat implausible citrus orchard.

Hang on, it is about to get way less plausible.

This is the great citrus migration: any tree that did well in one spot, they'd try planting its seeds a few kilometres further north, or a few kilometres further east. Prizes were offered for breeding hardier citrus. Slowly the orchards spread, but they were extremely weird orchards.

It's usually a few degrees warmer at ground level than up in the air, and there's way less wind. So as the trees grew, they were bent over and tied along the ground. Some of them had the central trunk run in a straight line along the ground, with branches spreading out from it like the leaves of a fern, like an espaliered tree on its side. Others were starfish shaped, with the central trunk looped down until it ended up next to the base, and the branches sprawling out along the ground from the centre like starfish legs. The citrus trees were no taller than particularly vigorous strawberry plants, but they survived the winters, and you could throw a blanket over them to help them stay warm.

None of that helped if the ground froze solid, so they needed Underground Citrus. You'd dig a ditch, down below the lowest area where the ground froze, and you'd plant flat Starfish Trees or Flat Frond Trees running along the bottom of it, too deep to freeze. In winter, you'd just cover the ditch with boards any time the temperature was expected to go below freezing - citrus would tolerate the lack of light, but not the cold. Mandarins (Citrus reticulata) seemed to do best, so that’s most of what was grown.

It is a nearly unimaginable amount of work to grow citrus this way, along the bottoms of pits and trenches. We are experimentally trying to grow a Soviet-developed mandarin breed of unknown parentage, Shirokolistvennyi, but we will definitely not be putting in that level of effort.

2. The Mixed Up Trees

There are a couple species of citrus that tolerate cold well, but taste awful. A lot of effort has gone into crossbreeding them with more edible citrus. The results are ... mixed.

The Ichang Papeda (Citrus cavaleriei) generally survives temperatures down to -18 degrees C. It is stoic and calm and has mastered emptiness. Unfortunately, it has mastered emptiness too well. The fruit smells like lemons, with maybe a hint of rose, but there's nothing to eat here. It has a rind and seeds. No juice, no flesh.

(Photo by Michael Saalfield)

The Ichang Papeda is the parent or grandparent to several delicious, extremely sour Asian citrus types. Yuzu/yuja smells like grapefruit and clean wet stones from the bottom of a fast-flowing stream. Sudachi smells like grapefruit and leaves with dew on them. (I haven't met kabosu or any other papeda hybrids personally, but they are numerous.)  They're all too sour to eat plain, unless you really need to turn your face inside out for some reason, but make for excellent flavouring. 

(We have a yuzu tree and a sudachi tree and they're surviving, but no fruit yet.)

Trifoliate orange (Poncirus trifoliata) can survive temperatures down to -30 degrees C. This may be partly because, uniquely amoung citrus, they can drop leaves in autumn or winter and regrow them in spring, like a maple tree. They also produce an internal antifreeze. They are angry, twisted, thorny little plants that yell swears when you walk past them. They make a great hedge. The fruit is furry, smells like flowers and pine trees and taste like burnt, bitter plastic. It may or may not be possible to breed the horrible taste completely out of trifoliate oranges without losing cold-hardiness, if it's due to their antifreeze chemicals. Here’s Stabby:

(Photo by Rob Hille)

Even the least terrible trifoliate crossbreeds are bitter enough to qualify as “acquired tastes.” There are recipes for trifoliate marmalade: put a dozen trifoliate oranges, a kilogram of sugar, and a kilogram of pebbles in a pot, cook until it gels, then sieve out the oranges and eat the pebbles. 

We are growing a trifoliate orange / minneola orange hybrid. And, of course, someday our own trifoliate hybrids. The Blue Haired Girlfriend planted 200 trifoliate oranges a couple years ago. There are fewer now, but the survivors have lived through two winters of snow and frost, and they might have somehow gotten more stabby. We're going to breed them, to each other or to less angry fruit, try and make something new and good from them.

I've limited this post to twentieth century hardy citrus breeding, but I have to give a shoutout to somatic hybridization, a decidedly twenty first century technique, where you take a cell from each of two different plants, remove their cell walls, put them next to eachother, and shock them with electricity until they merge into a single cell whose nucleus contains all genes from both plants. Then the new plant is like, "Wow, I guess these are all my genes? It seems like a lot, haha, but it's not like somebody made me from dismembered body parts and electricity, that is not how science works. Anyway I guess it's time to do some plant stuff now."

3. The Mutant Trees

In the 1950s, people started using radiation to randomly scramble the genes of plants. You'd irradiate seeds enough to change the genes somehow, and then you'd have to plant them to see what had happened. Maybe it was people horrified by the atomic bomb desperately wanting to find some life-supporting use for atomic fission, maybe it was government-supported cold war "atom bombs are good actually, look how many we have, USSR" propaganda. Probably both. 

This time period also saw serious plans for Orion, a spaceship with a huge metal plate for a butt, intended to be propelled by exploding atomic bombs under it, which I am not actually making up.

Thousands of people in Europe and the US signed up to receive seeds with random mutations in the mail, plant them, and report back on what they heck they grew into and if it had any useful weirdness. (The gamma radiation used to mutate the seeds did not make them radioactive themselves - the seeds were completely safe.) There were also more formal and carefully controlled university research programs in China, Japan, and the US, where plants where grown in a circular research garden with a coverable radiation source at the centre, so that the farther you got from the centre, the less radiation the plants got. Radiation breeding is less popular than it used to be, but Japan still has a very productive citrus radiation breeding program.

The most popular radiation-bred citrus is the "Rio Red" grapefruit and its offspring, which has a much deeper red than non-mutant red grapefruit.

There aren't many radiation-developed citrus breeds noted for cold-hardiness - with radiation you get whatever you get  - but there are a few, and I want one just because I think they're neat, a monument to that lovely human vision that looks at terrible weapons and somehow sees glossy-leaved trees with bright fruit.

4. The Monster Trees

Citrus are usually grown via grafting. That is, you plant a seed from a fast-growing sturdy breed, you let it grow roots and all that, and then you cut the top off and replace it with a branch from a more delicious breed. The two citruses grow together, and you end up with a tree that's disease and cold resistant in the roots, below the graft, but makes tasty fruit above the graft.

Occasionally, this process goes Wrong. 

The first recorded instance is the tree called Bizarria, discovered in 1640. Someone attempted to graft a sour orange branch onto a citron. But instead of a clean line between sour orange branches and citron roots, the graft was damaged somehow, and the two different species of cells got tangled and mixed through the whole tree. It has branches that produce citron fruit. It has branches that produce sour orange fruit. And it has branches that produce, uh ... these:

(Photo by Labrina)

Most graft chimeras are made accidentally, when the graft site is damaged. Trifoliate orange is often used as rootstock, so there are many reported chimeras involving trifoliate orange and a nicer fruit. The mixed-up cells can be arranged a lot of ways, but it's possible to have the outside layer of the tree be trifoliate orange, and the core of the tree be the other citrus (periclinal chimera). This means you could theoretically get a tree with frostproof trifoliate leaves and branches, but fruit that doesn’t taste like burnt plastic rolled in quinine.

This lucky monstrosity has, in fact, reportedly happened. Twice. There is the Prague Citsuma, discovered in a greenhouse in Prague and suspected to have been created by a Soviet breeding program. And then there is the Hormish, discovered in China and thought to have been made by frostbite messing up the clean lines of the graft. The Blue Haired Girlfriend has managed to track down budwood from the Prague Citsuma - I’m so excited! - so we'll see how the fierce thorny monster tree with a heart of gold, or at least heartwood of gold, does for us.

5. Conclusion

Humans have been trying to grow citrus trees where they don't belong for nearly two thousand years, at least since the Jewish Diaspora and people trying to grow holy etrog trees - trunks gnarled as barnacle stones and the whole tree scented like the best dream you can't remember - in Europe. Maybe longer.

The Blue Haired Girlfriend's citrus-breeding schemes aren't going to singlehandedly transform Canada into a net citrus exporter. But history shows us: it might be possible to have a little gleaming sweetness from the stony ground here, with the ravens and the fir trees and the auroras. A sweetness we made ourselves, that exists nowhere else. 

Or maybe we'll just have a bunch of weird inedible fruit. I don't know, but it's worth finding out, worth weaving together leaf and thorn and stone and the light of our hands as the years unwind. Worth it to have a quixotic project we can expect to spend decades on together, hands and hearts. This is how home is made, sometimes, with a balcony full of angry thorny little trees that shout swears at passerby.

[ground-zero-idiocies]

I've got a funny Fallout 4 prompt/request, so after getting caught doing a prank on the Diamond City Mayor, the Sole Survivor shouts "You'll never catch me alive!" before running off, they immediately trip over and knock themselves out on a pole.

perfect prompt. Thank you.

Fallout 4 Companions React to April Fools

Let’s set the scene:

April 1, 2288. It’s a beautiful spring day in the commonwealth, leaves finally starting to bloom on the few remaining living trees.

Diamond City is bustling today after a massive caravan arrived from the north, carrying goods from Maine, Vermont, and other (almost) all white people places.

Nora and friends are in the city too, looking for something do to other then shoot at roaches. The gang is in the mayor’s office, talking to Geneva, when the Mayor’s door swings open. McDonough himself walks out, only to be drenched by a red paint can from above. All eyes turn to Nora, currently riding down the lift at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“You’ll never take me alive!”

McDonough only rolls his eyes. Nora, while pointing and laughing upwards, slips of the side of the lift, catching herself at the last minute and pulling herself up. As the lift touches down, she starts running: quickly sprinting across the old stadium to be exit, where she promptly runs into a world boundary fence. She scurries away, a goofy look on her face the whole time. McDonough turns to the companions, all stunned by the prank.

Cait: “If she was gonna prank a Diamond City bigwig like yourself, why wouldn’t she go bigger? Get some axes on chains and decent actors involved, come on!”

Codsworth: “Oh good heavens! Mr. Mayor, please let me aid you in cleaning up this red mess before it al dries out. You must admit, though, that that was a dastardly prank!”

Curie: “Oh no! Zat paint may contain harmful chemicals and metals! Please, I must help!” Curie takes out a stethoscope and entire medical kit from thin air.

Danse: “I’m sorry Mr. Mayor, Paladins of the Brotherhood of Steel are not supposed to act in that manner. I’ll make sure Brotherhood command hears of this and properly disciplines Paladin Nora.

Deacon: “Now she’s getting it! Still, I think it would have been better to use latex. Then, we could have an awesome mission impossible mask of his face and use it to pull of all sorts of crazy shit.”

Gage: “As far as pranks go, that was pretty toothless. Mr. Mayor, if you can’t handle a little red paint, I recommend you skip the trip up to Nuka World. I get the feeling you wouldn’t take too kindly to the people ‘round there.

Hancock: “You got what was coming to you, ‘Mr. Mayor’. At least a part of it. Maybe looking all red will get you in a ghoul-y mood. I got it: you should exile yourself!”

Longfellow: “HAHAHAHA! Now that’s what I call the voice of the people! Man, y’think the Mariner would approve if I did this next year? God, this is brilliant! So, Mayor McRed, how’s it feel?”

MacCready: “Oh, it’s so good! It’s so perfect! In your face, McDouchebag! Good one Nora, you really got ‘em. Happy April, Mr. Mayor.”

Nick Valentine: “When that starts to peel, maybe you’ll figure out what it’s like to have such cracked skin. Man, do I wish Avon was still around! (author’s note: this is not an endorsement of avon)”

Piper: “We both know I haven’t got much journalistic integrity, but I think I’ll just leave this one out of April’s paper. Keep this absolutely perfect moment in our minds.”

Preston: “Look everyone! The Mayor’s dressed up for Fourth of July! Although I will say, that is a fair bit away. Oh, and you’re missing white and blue! That was a pretty good one, right Mayor McDonough?”

Strong: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Little man looks like cover in blood! HAHA! Little man drop fake blood from can! Strong like seeing little man bleed!”

X6-88: X6 doesn’t say anything, but has a towel and cleaning supplies teleported into his hand instantly, He immediately sets to work, drying and scrubbing the mayor’s face with extreme force.

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❉ 139 Dreams (Honenuki Juzou) Monopoly

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Friendship, fluff, comedy, romance

Word Count: 3,402

Pairing: Reader x Juzou

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Author's Note: Okay, so, I received this request in my email and wanted to give it a go. I know you didn't ask for 139 Dreams specifically, so I hope you'll forgive me for seizing my chance to up my count on that set haha Also, does UA have chemistry class? Proooobably not, but it does now *shrug. I know nothing about chemistry or chemicals so I totally pulled it out of my ass, but this is the route that felt right. I hope you enjoy it and thanks again for reaching out =D Um, also I kind of feel that this turned into more of a Monoma fic?? I don't know what happened I'm sorry *sobs

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Your tongue poked out from the corner of your lips as you concentrated on measuring the colorful liquid into glass tubes. The chemicals you were using could be quite dangerous if not handled properly, so you were completely focused on the task at hand. So focused, in fact, that you were not paying any attention to what was happening around you. More importantly, you weren't sparing a single glance in the direction of your lab partner.

Being paired up with Monoma Neito was not your first choice. Or your second. Or your third. Or... well, you'd much rather be paired with Bakugou from class A. That's not to say Monoma was bad at chemistry; on the contrary, he is quite an intelligent individual and tended to pick up on lessons right away which should make him a wonderful partner to have... if only he had any other personality than his own.

"Hahaha! I bet class A doesn't even know what elephant toothpaste is!" Monoma's voice was loud as he hoped to breach the wall that separated the two classes who were both taking chemistry at the same time. "How sad for them! I'm sure they will all fail unlike us! Those ruffians have no brains to speak of at all! Hahaha!"

Most of class B had more or less learned to ignore his attempts at riling up the other class, but some sent him annoyed or startled looks since his yell had come out of nowhere. Kendou, who had spilled the sugar she was holding at his sudden exclamation, started to scold him but was quickly cut off. To no one's surprise, an equally loud reply from the other side of the wall shook the class despite being muffled.

"What did you say, you damn reject?! I'll come over there and kick your ass!"

"Hahaha! I'd like to see you try, you pea-brained ruffian!"

"Dude, stop." Juzou sent him an exasperated look from across the room. "One of these days -"

The door slammed open with such force that it embedded itself into the wall. Bakugou came stomping into the room, his usual murderous scowl on his face as his blood-red eyes searched for the cause of his annoyance.

Monoma may hold himself in high regard, but even he understood that he wouldn't have an easy time of going one-on-one with Bakugou Katsuki, so when the blonde's murderous gaze landed on him, he instinctively took a step back, bumping into you. You had just been inspecting one of the chemicals as you were unsure which one the experiment called for and when he bumped into you, the glass vial tilted, the green liquid spilling onto the surface of the table and into the beaker that sat off to the side. He didn't seem to realize what had just happened, but you instantly felt dread pool inside of your chest as the chemicals started to react, boiling rapidly.

"Get down!" you cried out before you ducked beneath the table. No one had enough time to react before the mixture exploded, sending green-colored slime over the entire room. It coated the students, earning screams and yells of protest and worry.

Bakugou laughed and even covered in slime, his presence was still intimidating. "Ha! Who's the loser now, reject?!"

Monoma's eye twitched in annoyance as slime dripped down from his hair, splatting onto the floor. He turned around just as you peeked out from under the desk, a scowl on his face and his hand on his hip. "Y/N! What are you doing? Are you trying to make us look like fools in front of them?!"

You scoffed, standing up straight. "Pretty sure you've already done that, Monoma-kun."

"I'm not the one who messed up a simple experiment!"

"You bumped into me! Maybe if you had been helping me instead of trying to prove that you're better than class A, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Don't blame your mistakes on other people!"

Before the argument could escalate, Vlad entered the room, his eyes narrowed as they swept over the mess. "What the hell is going on here?!"

The room went silent, no one wanting to incur the wrath of their sensei. You gulped, hand slowly beginning to rise but a quick glare from Monoma made you drop it again.

"Who is responsible for this?" Vlad questioned, his arms folded over his chest. You wanted to own up to your mistake, but you also didn't want to get into trouble. On top of that, you would be partnered with Monoma for the rest of the year and the two of you already didn't see eye to eye. If you admitted the mistake and got both of you into trouble, surely things would only get worse.

So you remained silent, a frown on your lips as you met Juzou's worried gaze. It was comforting to you.

"No one is going to own up to it? Fine. Kendou, who is responsible for this?"

"Uhm..." The class rep was torn. She was good friends with you and she didn't feel right about throwing you under the bus, especially when you weren't fully to blame for the mess. Her eyes flickered to yours and you nodded, letting her know it was okay. "It was me -"

"It was that reject there," Bakugou huffed, jerking his head toward Monoma who sent him a glare in return.

Vlad quirked a brow at the blonde. "Why are you here?"

He shrugged in response, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Go back to class, Bakugou."

Clicking his tongue, he turned to leave the room but not before sending one last look toward Monoma. Once he was gone, Vlad sighed, running a hand down his face as if to compose himself but he navigated through the slime on the floor, coming to a stop beside your table.

"Monoma. Y/N. What happened?"

You and Monoma exchanged a look, trying to gauge what the other might say but since neither of you were even close to the same wavelength, it was impossible to tell. To combat this, both of you made a decision - to speak before the other one could. "You see, what had happened was -" "I turned away for one moment and -"

"Enough!" He scowled, cutting both of you off. "I don't care which one of you is at fault, both of you will remain after class to clean up this mess until every inch of slime is gone."

"What?!" Both of you cried at the same time, each with desperation because you both had plans that afternoon. It was the weekend and Monoma fully intended to see the premiere of Firestarter at the cinema. On the other hand, you had planned on spending some well-earned time alone with your boyfriend at the massage parlor. "But, sensei -!"

"No buts! You made this mess now you can clean it up. The rest of you, clear out and get cleaned up."

The other students did as they were ordered, sending the two of you pitying looks as they exited the room behind Vlad. Juzou stayed behind despite being covered in slime, giving you a half-hearted smile. He was bummed that the weekend plans had been ruined, but he was also upset that you had gotten into trouble because of Monoma - again.

"I'll help you clean up," Juzou told you softly, sliding his hand into your own.

You smiled at how sweet he was and shook your head, trying to ignore the feeling of slime against your fingers. "No, you shouldn't have to suffer because of us. Go on and get cleaned up so you're not late for the massage appointment."

His brow furrowed at your words. "Are you sure? We're supposed to go together as a couple..."

"Positive. It took us ages to get an appointment with Wu-sensei and we paid in advance. It's better for one of us to enjoy it than neither of us!"

"But -" He had really been looking forward to going with you. Despite his love of massages, he didn't like the idea of doing something alone that he had planned on sharing with you. It just felt wrong.

"Please?" You gave him a pleading look. "I'll feel better knowing you're enjoying it, at least!

He hesitated a moment before giving in, beginning to lean toward you to rest his forehead against yours as he always did before leaving you, but then he remembered the slime and decided against it, choosing to give your hand a squeeze instead. "I'll see you soon."

"Uh-huh." You watched him leave before deflating with a groan, leaning your hands on the table. "This sucks."

Monoma huffed. "How do you not have an ounce of slime on you?"

"Because I ducked."

"You hid, you coward."

"I made a strategic retreat. There's a difference."

"You left your partner behind to die."

"You're still breathing, unfortunately."

"'Unfortunately'?!"

You looked around the room with a frown. You couldn't find a single surface not covered in slime. It was even dripping from the ceiling. How had such a tiny amount of liquid produced such an unbelievable amount of slime? It seemed impossible. And so did you being able to clean this mess up before night fell. "Let's just try to get this over with as quickly as possible."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance but followed you over to the cabinet at the back where a bunch of cleaning supplies were stored. You pulled on some rubber gloves and got to work on the table closest to you. Monoma was beside you, but facing in the opposite direction so he could clean the table behind you. The slime was surprisingly sticky and it took some real scrubbing before it finally dislodged itself from the wood. Nearly ten minutes of scrubbing later and the first surface in the room was clean. You felt proud of yourself for a solid ten seconds before you realized that you hadn't even made a dent in the mess.

Slime dripped from the ceiling, falling onto Monoma's head. He cried out in frustration before shaking his head, sending slime flying in all directions, including the table you had just spent all that time on. "Monoma, you jerk!"

"What did you call me?" he scowled at you over his shoulder, flinging a handful of slime at you. "We wouldn't be in this mess if not for you."

"Me? It's your fault, not mine!"

Several tense moments passed by, the silence thick as the two of you glared at one another. Finally, he suggested, "Let's make a bet."

Now that caught you off guard. "What?"

He threw the rag down onto the table, sending more slime flying before he pointed his index finger at you. "I challenge you to a game of wit and brevity. Whoever loses has to clean this up by themselves."

You quirked a brow at him. Had the slime dislodged what few brain cells he had left? But... the thought of winning and getting to spend the afternoon with Juzou instead of cleaning kept you from straight out refusing. You had to be careful, though. Monoma was tricky at the best of times and, while you were no idiot, he was still smarter than you. "What game are you talking about here?"

"The game of champions, of course." He ran his hand through his hair, cringing at the feeling of slime squished between his fingers. Your eyes followed him as he approached one of the counters at the back of the room, tugging the door open and kneeling down so he could reach into the back. Your curiosity rose as you watched, waiting for him to extract whatever he was searching for. He kept it hidden from you until he was standing straight again, a smirk on his lips. "Behold!"

You nearly hit the ground when he held the box up proudly. "Monopoly?! That is what you call a game of 'wit and brevity'? That's the longest game in history!"

"Don't be dramatic." He rolled his eyes before motioning toward the desk. "Hurry and clean it off so we can play."

"Now hold on a damn minute. I never agreed to your little deal."

"Ho~?" A smirk came to his lips, his blue eyes shimmering with mischief. "So you either have no faith in yourself, which is not a quality for a hero to have mind you, or you just don't actually want to spend time with Honenuki. I wonder which it is, hm~?"

"Just what are you implying?" You scowled, arms folded over your chest.

"Implying? Nothing. Just making an observation." Monoma was a man that knew just what buttons to push in order to get under someone's skin and it was especially effective against someone he saw every day. He had you; hook, line, and sinker.

"Oh, you're on, pretty boy!"

His smirk widened the tiniest bit as you got to work scrubbing the table, fully intent to kick his ass the old-fashioned way - by buying all of the properties and outfitting them with hotels to make him pull his hair out every time he had to roll!

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Juzou frowned as he finished up the last class for the day, stepping out into the chilly afternoon. The sun was slowly beginning to sink across the horizon, setting the sky ablaze with orange and red. The massage appointment was scheduled for an hour from now, which is about how long it would take for him to get to the other side of the city in the rush hour traffic. He remembered your words clearly and he had agreed to honor your request, but he found himself hesitating. What was the point of getting a massage from the famous Wu-sensei if you weren't there to share the experience with him? And if anyone needed to relax, he knew it was you. Having to clean up the mess was one thing, but having to do so with Monoma?

He turned on his heel, speed walking back into the school building and toward the chemistry classroom. Hours had passed since the incident, surely the two of you had made a decent chunk of progress. He could help you finish the job and then the two of you could rush over to see Wu-sensei, begging for forgiveness because of your lateness. He was sure she would forgive the two of you and then you could experience a well-earned reward. He felt hopeful as he slid the classroom door open, but it quickly faded as his eyes scanned the room.

Not an ounce of slime had been removed. What the hell had the two of you been doing? His eyes fell to the back of the room when he heard you releasing a string of frustrated curses. There at the back of the room sat you and Monoma, facing each other with a monopoly board on the table between you. Judging from the stacks of cards on either side and the frustration on your face, he guessed the two of you had been at it for a while.

"What will you do, Y/N?" Monoma's smirk was irritating you. "If you roll anything but a two or a five, you land on my property and I don't think you have enough to pay me!"

"Shut your face, already!" You huffed, shaking the dice in your hand. "I have plenty to pay, thanks, and there's no way I'm gonna land on them!" 'Please, lady fate, smile on me!' You took a deep breath as the dice slipped from your hand, landing on the board as if in slow motion, twirling and spinning a few times before coming to a stop.

"Hahahaha! It's a six, that's my railroad! You owe me two hundred!"

"T-Two hundred?! That's ridiculous!"

"Those are the rules~ Surely, you can pay?"

"O-Of course I can!" You couldn't. You only had fifty dollars left and had already mortgaged all of your properties but two of the orange ones. 'Okay, Y/N. Both of these properties can be mortgaged for 90 dollars. That's 180, so I just need to give him 20, leaving me with 30 bucks and no properties. But... I'm close to reaching go. If I can just pass by those damned blue properties, I can get my 200 and buy back one of my properties. I'm still in this!' "I will mortgage my two properties. You owe me 30 dollars back!"

"Hmph." Monoma returned your change to you, feeling annoyed. This game had already gone on far too long for his liking, he was sure his movie had begun already, and yet you refused to accept your fate! What were you going to do with a measly 30 dollars?

He took his turn, landing on a chance card that awarded him 50 from the bank. He reveled in your annoyed expression before his eyes fell to the board and his lips twitched up again. If you rolled a two or a four, you'd land on his blue properties. Each one held two houses each, bringing the rent up to 500 and 600 respectably. With no properties left to your name, there was no way you could wiggle yourself out of this one! The probability of you rolling a two was 1 in 36, while the chance of rolling a four was 6 in 36.

Just who would lady luck shine upon in this decisive moment?

You nearly jumped out of your chair when you felt hands resting on your shoulders.

"I didn't mean to scare you, honey."

"Juzou!" You leaned your head back to look up at him. "You should be at the massage parlor!"

He offered you a sheepish look, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Sorry, I just couldn't go without you. I came back to help." He glanced around the still destroyed room and it was your turn to offer a sheepish look, rubbing the back of your head.

"W-Well... you see, what happened was -"

"You can still help," Monoma interrupted smugly. "When Y/N loses and has to clean the room alone."

Realization flashed across Juzou's face. So that's what happened. Why wasn't he surprised that Monoma had pulled something like this? He wanted to scold the blonde, but you had made your decision. All he could do now was support you and help you overcome whatever outcome you received. "I believe in you, Y/N."

You smiled brightly and nodded, clutching the dice tightly in your hand. "Let's go~!" The dice tumbled from your hand, jumping across the board. The first die fell - it was a one. You held your breath as the second die continued to spin. 'Please don't be a one or three! Please, please, please!' You folded your hands together, leaning forward as it started to lose its momentum. It hovered between one and five before slowly tilting toward five. "Yes!" But in a sick twist of fate, it suddenly fell backward, landing on one. "No!"

"Ahahahaha! You lost, just as I said you would!" Monoma shot up, not even bothering to collect your pitiful 30 before he started toward the door, offering you a wave over his shoulder. "Have fun, love birds!"

The door slammed shut, leaving the two of you in silence, broken by your frustrated groan, your face landing on the board. Your words were muffled, but he managed to make them out. "I have brought shame to my family..."

"You did your best, honey." Juzou leaned down to wrap his arms around your shoulders. "I'm proud of you."

"Really?" You looked up at him with glassy eyes, prompting him to hug you tighter.

"I'm always proud of you because you give it your all no matter what you're doing. That's why I fell in love with you."

You smiled despite your misery, your heart skipping a beat. "Thank you, Juzou. Sorry I ruined our date."

"Don't be sorry. The whole point of a date is to spend time together, right? Well," he stood up, motioning toward the room with a smile. "We're going to be spending quite a few hours together. Haha."

You knew he was right. It didn't matter what you were doing as long as you were doing it together. With renewed vigor, you shot out of your chair, pressing a kiss to his cheek as thanks. "Right, let's get to work, then!"

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[i-dont-know-him-archived]

Hello!! I wanted to start off by saying I love your art style, you make the Centaurworld characters look so adorable!! 🥺💖 Also, since you're taking art suggestions/opinion asks, I would like to suggest some Stripes on Stripes, aka the power couple™, and ask about some of your headcanons for them, please c:

Asjdjdtdhdc thank you!! I hope this pleases you, because I got a lot of happy chemicals from it haha

Headcanons:

They spontaneously break up and get back together. Their last breakup wasn't even because of the Be Best Competition like the rest of the herd assumes, Splendib just stole Zuli's lip gloss

That breakup only would have lasted a few days if Zulius hadn't jumped on Wammawink's helicopter after he stormed off (yes, his ex stealing his lip gloss was his backstory all along)

They watch reality TV together and shout at people when they do dumb stuff

Cuddles!!

They both rly like cuddles

Zulius uses Splendib as a pillow. He's super comfy

You know when cats want your attention and they just kinda climb on you? I don't have a cat but they do that right? Anyway Splendib does that

Zulius will be reading one of Momma Wamma's Mansplash magazines and Splendib just. climbs on his lap. Sometimes he purrs and it's the most adorable thing ever

I may have overdone it a bit, but I can't help it! I love these two with all my heart and soul