#Scotty . .. dude. . . Man

[kinokoshoujoart]

i couldn’t find a video of this version so here’s Rock’s post engagement event if you choose the negative option for my own reference. please enjoy my framerate dropping to hell trying to record anything because of all my mods

[keepsmovingforward]

You can't send me that right at my self-appointed bed time

[ysrjune]

TWINS MONROE - SCOTT AND SAM FIGHTING EACH OTHER IN SCHOOL BECAUSE THEY BOTH LIKE US AND NONE WANTS TO STEP DOWN..also we could later tend sam's face because pookie has dried blood he cleaned with SOAP and thinks it's enough

- your faithful, 🐇

find a reason to change 🧊

a/n: the monroe twin au will forever haunt me but i love them

“you really think she likes you?” scott shoves his brother into a locker. "yeah, I do. you dont know how she is with me, man. shes nice and she understands me." sam shoves scott back. "oh my God, sam. you're so fuckin' delusional," scotty shakes his head, smiling. "just cause a girl is nice to you doesnt mean she wants 'ta be with you." he laughs in his brothers face. people were already crowding around them in the halls. scott was known to be a dick to his brother in school. teasing him with the other popular kids and playing pranks on him.

sam was embarrassed for the millionth time. usually he would never stand up to his brother because he'd end up getting beat up by him at home, but today was different. he liked you and he wasnt gonna give you up to scott. ".. shut up." sam crosses his arms. "see?? you're such a bitch. she doesnt like you, dude. lay off, alright? shes my girl." his friends stupidly hype him up from behind. "uh-huh, didnt you see them kissing earlier before class?" a friend of scott yells at sam. so many of his brothers friends started giving him shit on how hes such a loser and that girls wouldn't ever give him a chance. that girls only act nice to him because they feel bad.

sam wanted to cry, but he knew that if he did, he'd be the biggest loser ever. without any other thought, sam punched scott right in the nose. "what the hell is wrong with you, sam?!" scott whines with his hand covering his nose for a second. "such a fuckin' drama queen," scott says and punches sam back. you could guess what happened next. it got really bad. sam cut his brothers face with his rings since he was only aiming there. scott left bruises on sams arms and stomach.. but it was even worse when he smashed sams face against a water fountain. it gave the black haired boy an ugly, swollen black eye and a busted up lip.

"sam—I didnt.. I didnt mean to-" "shut the fuck up." sam hid his swelling eye and lip from the crowd. "you meant it with everything in you." he says and calls his dad to pick them up. "Jesus Christ, you two." their dad taps his foot on the ground, taking a good look at his boys. "all this over a girl?" he scoffs with a smile, seeming amused. "she must be a good one." he signs them out and takes them home.

the boys shared a room, but their dad let scott stay in his room so that the boys would be separated for a while to cool off. who was visiting them after school? you. the one who practically caused all of this. "sam?" you call softly at the door. sam looks up at you from his desk and then looks back. "dont come in, I dont want you to see me like this." he shakes his head, clicking around on some websites on his computer. "sam," you sigh and close the door behind you and walk over to him. "dont be embarrassed, sweetie." you tell him and gently take his chin in your hand, making him face up to you. "this is all my fault.. im so sorry." you apologize.

sam didnt say anything, he just kept his eyes on you. "arent you gonna say anything?" you ask. "no.." he looks down. "i dont know what to say.. my face hurts." "scott got you pretty bad, sam. did you wash your face?" "yeah, I wet a paper towel 'n patted it over my face." he sighs, touching his still bleeding lip. "excuse me?" you furrow your eyebrows. "no no no. lets go to your bathroom and wash your face. patting it with a wet napkin wont do you any good."

you rummage through his drawer of unused face prodcuts and use every necessary product. face wash, moisturizer, cream to take swelling down, etc. "there, all better." she smiles. "thought I told you to start using all this, its barley even touched." "like me." sam smiles down at you. "you're a dog." you roll your eyes at him and smile. "and.. just so you know.. I like you way better than your brother. hes a jerk." you kiss his cheek. "really?.. you dont care that im like.. a loser or whatever?" "sam," you shake your head at him. "I dont think you're a loser. you just like to keep to yourself. nothing is wrong with that." sam smiles at your kind words and leans in for a kiss but winces. ".. nevermind. lip still hurts." it looked so nasty, especially with his piercing.. but it didnt look as bad as it did when it wasnt cleaned.

"we can try that again when you're all better." you ruffle his hair to which he groans. "thats gonna take such a long time!" "two weeks at most, sam. dont be a baby." you cup his face and kiss his nose. "ill be back. I wanna check on scott." sam rolls his eyes but lets you go.

"i seriously didnt mean to, babe! he just.. pissed me off." scott says while you put bandaids on his sliced up cheeks. "you're always mean to him, scott. its not fair. sometimes he just wants to talk to you at school and you make fun of him." you frown. ".. he embarrasses me. you dont know what its like to have a weird ass brother like him." "scott, hes your family! you're such an asshole." you shake your head and finish up. "you should be ashamed of what you said to him. I do like him. He likes me." "yeah? I like you too." he stands, towering over you. ".. yeah, I know.. but I don't settle for self centered jerks who make fun of their brothers because he doesn't like to be the center of attention." you cross your arms.

scott sighs, looking around the room and back at you. "so if he asks you out, you're gonna say yes?" "yeah. why wouldn't I? your brother doesnt show me off like an object." scott bites the inside of his right cheek. "I guess.." he tosses his shoulders and sits back down. "'m sorry, pretty. you deserve better than me. 'n lemme be honest, I dont think sam is exactly what you want.. but if he treats you better than me, then go ahead or whatever."

"sounds like you're trying to give me permission or something."" "im not trying to make it sound like that.. im just saying, alright?" he rolls his eyes. "thanks for checking up on me anyway.." he looks up expectantly. you give in and wrap your arms around him. "ill come say bye before I leave." you play with the small curls in the back of his neck. "okay," he says and pulls his head back and steals a kiss. "sorry." he smiles stupidity, making you smile back before you leave.

you spend the rest of the afternoon with sam until it was time to go. you day bye to him, then scott, and then their dad.

@erosmutt @d0llfilth @anakinstwinklebunny @lovebunanon @lovethestarrs @literally-izzy

[hederasgarden]

SCOTT GIRLIE REPORTING FOR DUTY I wanna have a workplace rivalry with this dude that is so filled by sexual tension that people just assume we’re already fucking

I am delighted by all the asks I have gotten for Scott from Twisters. DELIGHTED.  

Back to your ask...Scott would be the best kind of asshole in a workplace rivalry fic. 

I'd make the reader a Caltech grad, MIT's biggest rival, and she'd hammer him hard on the fact that he only has a master's degree and love to wind him up.

Here’s a little sneak peek of something I have cooking. 

You hear the low timber of Scott's voice before you spot him in conversation with one of the female lab techs. You loathe to admit it but he looks good, his tanned forearms on display with the sleeves of his white company shirt rolled up. The baseball cap tucked into his back pocket and dusty boots let you know he likely just came from the field.  "We need to fix the relays. They failed the test. Again. That's unacceptable," he begins. "Back when I was at MIT, this type of calibration was the first thing we were taught." You can tell he’s gearing up for a lecture and you roll your eyes at his smug tone. God, engineers really were the worst, but Scott was something else. From the moment you met him, he irritated you, reminding you of every man who thought he was smarter and better than you just because of his gender. "So you went to MIT. Big whoop," you say, drawing their attention. The lab tech smiles at you, relieved. "Call me when you have a PhD from a real school, like Caltech, Scotty." He hates it when you call him that but today it's your jab about MIT that strikes a nerve. A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he exhales harshly. God, that angry look in his eye really did something for you. Too bad he was such an asshole and liked you even less than you liked him.   Scott practically growls your first name as he steps into your space, looming over you. His broad shoulders and muscular build block your view of the lab.  At his side, his hands are clenched into fists, the veins in his neck standing out.  You tilt your head to look at him, fighting the urge to smile. "You really should address me as doctor," you calmly remind him, tapping your name badge.  "Come on guys," Javi says. "Play nice."

[multiheadcanons]

THE MERCS AS MY CLIENTS. WHAT A WEEK ITS BEEN AND AT THE TIME OF WRITING THIS ITS ONLY WEDNESDAY.

scout: shittily bred pit bull mix named bosco. comes in and asks me to shave the dog because the shedding is bad. i have to tell him that’s not how shedding works and i won’t be doing that. he is the only client in this list i would even feel remotely confident contesting with. talk him into the cheaper option; a deshed treatment and regular visits. becomes a good client of mine! doesn’t tip, but that’s okay.

soldier: well bred, if only overweight english bulldog named colonel pigskin. i am to address him with his title or soldier will raise a fuss. brings him in for the works. everything i could possibly add on, add it. and he better have a handkerchief and it better be america themed or so help him god. tips four bucks every time. i keep him as a client because i know nobody else will take him with his insane aura. dog fucking reeks every time. takes three washes to even begin to break the stench. but a sweet dog. bites for nails.

pyro: brings in a small super-mutt on enough trazadone to kill a horse. in the system as a shih tzu named princess. if i can get to the dog while it is still absolutely tripping balls on its traz, it’s honestly not a bad time. quarter inch all over with a short teddy bear head, bob the ears, trim the tail, potty trail. is honestly very cute when it’s done. but it will always be a dog i have to push through. i get two hours before the dog starts fighting. and it’s enough to make me stop services. asks for nail polish. when i accomplish it they tip twenty, no tip if there’s no polish. i do my best to paint the dogs nails. irregular client, but the dog is short enough that it’s not a problem.

demo: beautiful, old scottish terrier named jodie. an honest to god menace to society but i would never ever tell demo that in a million years. she’s perfect and i love her. it shocks him because he’s been fired by other shops. i tell him she’s an old lady with a high maintenance trim and she takes a lot of time. standard scottie trim, long skirt, like barely off the ground. it is an honest challenge and i never think she looks good. demo has never, ever complained, even when i directly ask him. genuinely makes me want to cry because it is a battle when she is on my table. jodie has dementia and does not know where she is half the time, and is blind and deaf the other half of the time, so she is an all day process.

heavy: blue maine coon named feliks. leash trained. the cat looked to be a normal size in his arms. he weighs in at 27.5 pounds. comes in for a bath and a thorough brush, no clippers nor scissors are to even hover around the coat. dude’s like triple my size so i say “absolutely sir, i will contact you when services are rendered.” feliks is in stellar condition. an absolute star when he’s checked in. i take my time, and the cat reacts with little interest in my badgering. which frankly, when you’re that big and a cat, is an honest to god blessing to my arms. yowls in the bath, but does not try to escape. okay with the dryer on a low setting. must be an express, which halves my bookings for the day. when i tell heavy the price the first time he frowns. tells me to double it. he pays that price and leaves no tip, other than i leave room to be taken advantage of with those pricings. irregular client, but faithful. it’s always a joy when they come in, even if he doesn’t know it.

engineer: brings in a shepherd mix named bingo. comes in for an outline trim. bingo has two dew claws on every foot. bingo would be cool if bingo didn’t feel the need to shit fifteen times on my table and then yell at the top of his lungs when i start trimming his nails. bingo would be uber cool then. but instead, three baths and a couple deep breaths later, i send engie a text letting him know services have been completed. i up the price three times during the process, and the man will still tip. a regular client, which i am not particularly pleased with. but he’s cool enough. if bingo can chill out i’ll lower his price. he never will.

medic: brings in a jet black pomeranian named hypatia. i call her nightmare. her and her owner are absolutely horrid. he will not fill out paperwork, we have to physically place ourselves behind his car to get a signature, and he is annoyed about it. brings in a note with chicken scratch of which all that is legible is his phone number and “call for questions, do not text” that essentially sums up to tight outline trim with a full mane. nicer on the phone than in person, but he will spend twenty minutes making sure i know how to do my job. i chalk it up to him being european. picky, so i take my time on her. he never tells me this dog is trained in german, so it is a consistent fight to render services until i just start trying other languages. once i realize she is trained, just not in english, it is an infinitely easier time with her on my table. makes her owner much more bearable, though i am never happy to see him on the books. does not tip, never seems happy with the finished product, but is a regular, consistent client. so he pays well in the long run. if i ask whether he even likes my work he will wholeheartedly say yes, and i’m not sure whether to believe him because his mannerisms never change. but i start painting her nails. that gets a good reaction out of him.

sniper: rat terrier named dog. chill little thing for a rat terrier. face feet and tail, no spray no bandana. does not like the dryer, so he takes longer than he feasibly should for a little rat terrier. that is the most annoying part of his process. will watch whatever show i have playing on my phone while i work. it’s a good distraction. has weirdly human eyes. when i ask snipes about dog he says he found him in a dumpster and tried to foster and failed. so now he’s got a dog. i think it’s funny, and the dog wasn’t horrible, so i give him a discount. tips whatever small bills are in his pocket, so anywhere from two to ten bucks. smallest tip i ever got was a quarter from him. it’s the thought that counts? twice a year client. i don’t even know why he brings the dog in at that point. nice to make small talk with, though.

spy: the most snobbish poodle owner you’ve ever met, but god is the dog gorgeous. snow white coat, feels like a pillow. dog’s name is beau. gets a continental trim with poms on the feet. topknot long enough to reach jesus. this dog takes me all day. and he is the only dog i can put on my books. and spy is never happy with the finished product. there is always something that can be done better. comes in every three weeks and it’s a nightmare. he wants to talk every time to go over notes and fixes. eventually i ask him why he continues to come to me if he doesn’t like my work. he responds “i don’t want someone else; i want you to get better.” which like, so do i, but not with him as the client. beau is an unremarkable dog otherwise. but it is teeth gritting when his owner is in that building. everyone cries when he starts bringing his cat in, too. we fear we may never escape him.

A LITTLE EXTRA

pauling/admin: miss pauling brings the administrator’s nasty, rotten old bichon mix under the alias “fido” every six to eight weeks with very specific instructions. when miss pauling is in the building, it is almost like every animal becomes twice as anxious. and i really wish they would stop coming. i’m almost willing to leave the industry entirely. the administrator sends pauling with pictures of dogs that do not even remotely look like her dog, and i am crossing my fingers and praying i do it close enough that i don’t get a complaint, but that she decides she can find better. flat out refuses to sign paperwork, and we kind of just shrug. i am consistently filled with dread that the dog is going to drop on my table. it’s old enough to drink.

saxton hale: incredibly aggressive belgian malinois named hastings. must be muzzled while handling feet or he will bite. bites at the water, bites at the dryer, whips around when i’m trying to brush, gives me multiple heart attacks. i charge a pretty penny every time hale comes in, because his dog is taking active years off of my life. hale himself is not the worst guy in the world to interact with, and he understands that his dog is a lot to handle; but his dog is a complete liability and he won’t get the thing trazadone. he honestly thinks it’s funny that i am the one who took the dog on. he respects the moxie. doesn’t feel bad if i get bit though.

[ktempestbradford]

A Story for Star Trek Day

I've told this story on Twitter before. I tell it every Star Trek Day and whenever a Deep Space 9 anniversary rolls around. It's about me and Avery Brooks (aka Best ST Captain Benjamin Sisko).

The college my mother went to specifically started recruiting top Black students in the 60s. Due to this, the Black kids all mostly knew each other as they were in that same program. Avery Brooks went to the same college and they were good friends.

(She once told me he had a huge crush on her and I was like MOM. MOTHER. WHAT. HOW COULD YOU HE COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.)

Anyway, many of the students in this program remained friends long after college. So over the years as Avery was getting TV gigs & such we would all watch cuz he was my mom's friend & I thought that was the coolest. There was one particularly fun night when my best friend's uncle, Frankie Faison, guest starred on A Man Called Hawk. TWO people we know on TV!

When I was in middle school Avery was touring his production of "Paul Robeson" and it came through our town, so I got to see him perform in person (awesooooome) and meet him for the first time since I was a baby (which I did not remember, of course).

Now, backing up a little bit: I am a Star Trek fan because of my mom. She loved the original series and I remember being a wee Tempest in front of the TV watching The Wrath of Khan and us excitedly going to see Star Trek IV together.

I watched TNG from the instant it appeared on TV because of her. I watched all of The Animated Series even though everyone looked "wrong". (Man... it took me 4 months to realize that dude in the red shirt was Scotty cuz I'd only ever seen movie Scotty.)

Then... they announced Deep Space 9.

We heard Avery Brooks would be the commander and there was MUCH rejoicing around our house. DS9 turned out to be the best Trek ever and, of course, Avery was awesome. This was around the time my mom dropped that "he had a crush on me but I wasn't interested" bombshell.

I'm still bitter.

I mean, I love my dad he's great. But SISKO COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.

I lost my mom in 1999. She was--and I'm not exaggerating--an extraordinary woman and beloved by many. I received so many beautiful messages of condolence from her friends all the way back to those college years, including Avery. So many people remembered her fondly. <3

I kept watching Star Trek and often talked to her as if she was there during episodes. She would have LOVED Discovery. Especially since she took me to RENT the year I started college. I'm sure she would have shared my opinion of Enterprise as well. But she loved her some Scott Bakula, so she would have watched, anyway.

I got the chance to interview Avery Brooks at DragonCon back in 2013 (jeez, it's been almost 10 years omg). Before the interview, I went up to him on the Walk of Fame and I said:

Hi, I'm (name K stands for) Bradford, I don't know if you remember me...

And he looked up and said: Of course I remember you.

We talked for a bit and I asked if I could come back and interview him later and he said yes (he wasn't supposed to; his handler had A LOOK). I didn't want to hold up his line, so I said I'd see him later.

Before I could go, he reached out for my hand and squeezed it before saying: I loved your mama, you know.

And we just stayed like that for a few seconds, missing her together.

...I might have been trying very hard not to burst into tears.

That DragonCon was the last time I saw Avery. Barring an extraordinary circumstance, that's probably the last time I'll see him in person. I'm glad we got to have that moment together. And we had a great conversation!

His contribution to Trek has meant so much to me. SISKO4EVA

And I'm glad that it's another tie between me, my mom, and Trek. I can't watch DS9 without hearing her voice giving color commentary. Even the episodes she didn't live to see.

I think Star Trek is part of what gave her hope for the future. She passed that on to me. ❤️🖖🏾❤️

Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate.

[annievrse]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt. 2.*･｡ﾟ

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons part 1 part 3

boyfriend!eren throws everything like a basketball (including but not limited to: trash, clothes, your phone, his phone, snacks (mostly chips), tv remotes, armin’s hamster (it was one time, and cheez-it was fine))

boyfriend!eren who, when it’s his turn to organise dates, will centre them around the thing he is most obsessed with at that moment (e.g. golf. he will follow ONE pga tour and fully believe he has the skills because ‘it can’t be that hard’ (it is). expect dates to top golf, or just an 18-hole golf course (even if you can’t hit a golf ball to save your life). he will think he is scottie scheffler. don’t even speak to me)

boyfriend!eren will stop being a menace when you give him The Look™️

boyfriend!eren then gets teased relentlessly by jean, connie, sasha etc etc., who tell you to ‘keep your dog on a leash' when he’s being particularly annoying

boyfriend!eren is supposed to wear glasses when he drives but absolutely despises it, so he doesn’t (it’s a treat when he does, though ;))

following on, boyfriend!eren hates wearing any type of glasses when he drives, so he puts his sunglasses on you and he loves the way you look in them (even if he has some dad speed sunglasses)

boyfriend!eren loves watching documentaries no matter the topic

boyfriend!eren walks around your apartment in just boxers all year round

boyfriend!eren cooks a mean chicken alfredo (and that’s IT)

boyfriend!eren will just sit on your bedroom floor

boyfriend!eren still counts on his fingers but, despite popular belief, is actually good at maths

boyfriend!eren considers himself a dilf?

boyfriend!eren who, when on picnic dates, tries to cartwheel and fails miserably (0/10 would not recommend, it’s embarrassing for him but mostly you)

boyfriend!eren will wait around restlessly at your apartment when you’re in class like a literal DOG

boyfriend!eren threatens to call the restaurant you just ordered from because they forgot to take out the thing you didn’t want (will still be going on about it even after you’ve finished eating)

boyfriend!eren recognises when you don’t feel the best, even when you try and hide it, and does everything in his power to make you feel better

boyfriend!eren will go through an entire bag of candy to pick out the ones you like, just to put in a separate container for you <3

boyfriend!eren gets irritated by the sound of a vacuum and throws a pillow over his head until you're finished (he is literally a dog wtf come on now)

boyfriend!eren will curl everything in sight to show off his biceps (to you) (e.g. the watermelon in the fridge, your 2L emotional support water bottle, the stack of books you impulse bought at 12am, his 5kg protein powder tub)

boyfriend!eren comes to the store to look at candles while you get actual things because he's very particular about them ever since you were given a caramel one for the holidays, and the smell made him feel sick :(

boyfriend!eren will call you bro/dude/man when he wants to be petty in an argument, but he can also be serious when he needs to be

boyfriend!eren tries to persuade you to let him get a pet rat so he can teach it tricks :/ (spoiler: he was forbidden to get one after the cheez-it incident)

[solefae]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 “𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑“ ☆ 𝐉𝐞𝐲 𝐔𝐬𝐨

pairings; jey uso x fem!internent personality!reader

faceclaim; scotlynd ryan

summary; Scotlynd's life turns upside down when wrestling star Jey Uso starts liking her posts. Fans are quick to judge, branding her a homewrecker. Little do they know, Jey's marriage ended months ago-a truth hidden from the public eye.

notes: this is my first post everrr so this might be trash 😒 and yess imma use her real name fa this bcuz I couldn’t think of a fake name 😭 + I love scotty y’all so I hope some of y’all don’t take these “insults”? a lil TOO seriously 🫣

scotlyndryan

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scotlyndryan Gave em the blues over this Aqua 🪼🌊🥶💙🩵

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trinity_fatu 😍😍

scotlyndryan all u trin😘

jonathanfatu mane all this flirting with my wife gotta stop

scotlyndryan boy shut up 😒

user 😍😍

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scotlyndryan girl pls u too perfect

user scotty with the body 😍

scotlyndryan liked this comment!

user NOW why tf did jey like this? 🤨

user SAME THING I SAID 😂

user ain’t he married ?

user YES

user y’all always do this 😒 just be putting dating allegations on anybody, they prolly just friends

user I hope I’m not the only one seeing that jey liked 😳

user jey liking this knowing he married is CRAZYY

user jey WILDINNN😂😂

user onm 😂

user he hitting that on tha low 😂😂😂

user they js friends

user how yk?? u friends wit em??

user why jey liking my girl post? 🤨

user she do NOT know you bro 😂

user these comments weird asfc…

user right

user frl tryna start rumors 🙄

user ain’t she already messing around with that one married dude that made baddies ?

user chile she don’t want lemon pepper, she want some of that samoan d 😭😭

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ilovepostingdrama girl js can’t leave the married men alone huh? 😂😂

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user she’s a homewrecker. period.

user this man is married to his high school sweetheart and she wanna come in and ruin that?? 🤦🏽‍♀️

user THE ARIANA GRANDE 2.0 tweet got me crying 😭😭

user FRL 😂

user 😂😂

user are they wrong? 👀

user rumor. IT’S A RUMOR SO THAT MEANS IT’S PROBABLY NOT TRUE 😒

user girl this is most definitely true she slept with lemon pepper, who is also married 😂

user and he got kids omgg🤦🏽‍♀️

user she got no respect

user THE ARIANA TWEET IS TAKING ME OUT😭😭

user RIGHT LIKE THEY AIN’T HAVE TO GO THAT FAR😂😂

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gossippagee Baddies East Scotlynd Ryan sleeping with WWE Superstar Jey Uso? Rumor started back in December of 2023 when Scotlynd started liking and commenting on Jey’s posts and since then, the rumor keeps spreading more. 😳

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user so based off her liking his pictures and commenting, they dating automatically? 🤨 GOODBYE this ain’t true, he’s happily married 😘

user you might not wanna say that…

user girl she literally messed with a married man before, what makes you think she won’t mess with a another one? 🤨

user jey too loyal to mess with a homewrecker, he know better

user ur delusions is getting the best of u, homegirl is definitely messing with him

user so married men is her type? 🤨

user WITH KIDS TOO!!

user ig so 🤷🏽‍♀️

user right like why can’t she find someone who’s single ?? 😒

user WHY ARE YA’LL NOT WORRYING ABT THIS MF AGE GAP!? she’s 27 and he’s 38, UHM HELLO!? 😳

user she prolly like older men 🤷🏽‍♀️

user RIGHT LIKE HE’S ALMOST 40!!

user age ain’t nothing but a number

user jey too fine to be messing around with her

user DAMN 😂😂

user I’m not calling her ugly but she’s too young and she’s a homewrecker 😂😂

user RIGHT

user don’t do scotty, she fine asfc

a/n: thank you for reading! lemme know what y’all think about this series start off 🤍✨

[ririright]

Scott Barringer: Teammates’ Headcanons (a.k.a. The “Scotty is Not Normal” Files)

Son! Scott x Mother Reader

★ Tristan once walked in on Scott getting a shoulder massage from his mom after practice—and hasn’t emotionally recovered since.

Tristan: “Dude. My mom barely looks at me when I get home.”

Scott (half-asleep): “Sounds like a you problem.”

★ Brett swears Scott goes feral if his mom doesn’t pack his lunch.

“He came in one day with no sandwich and wouldn’t talk for two hours. I thought someone died.”

★ Chandler tried jokingly calling Scott a ‘mama’s boy’ once. Scott deadass tackled him. In a parking lot.

No one has tried it again.

★ They’ve all heard Scott talking to his mom on the phone in that weird soft voice.

It’s like hearing a grizzly bear cooing. Nobody knows how to react.

★ Fletcher, the coach, once yelled at Scott too harshly during a game. Scott didn’t say anything—until his mom showed up at halftime and Scott was suddenly smirking like something was coming.

Next day, Coach apologized. No one knows what she said. No one wants to.

★ When they hang out at Scott’s house, he always tells them to “shut up and be nice” as soon as his mom enters the room.

He turns into a polite robot. Chandler once whispered, “Yes, ma’am,” and Scott high-fived him under the table.

★ They’ve seen Scott ignore literal girlfriends’ texts—but drop everything when his mom calls.

He once left a 3v3 Warzone match mid-round just to go downstairs and help her carry in groceries.

★ Brett says Scott has a sixth sense for when someone mentions his mom in even mildly flirty tones.

“Tristan called her ‘cool’ once and Scott’s head whipped around so fast I heard his neck crack.”

★ Everyone agrees Scott’s a pain in the ass—but the way he talks about his mom’s cooking makes them genuinely jealous.

“He described her lasagna like it was a religious experience. I’ve never felt more emotionally deprived.”

★ They all suspect Scott has some secret vendetta against his dad—but nobody dares ask.

They just know if Adam shows up at a game, Scott plays ten times angrier.

★ Chandler once joked, “Your mom’s kinda hot, man.”

Scott went silent.

Dead. Silent.

No one has seen Chandler’s hoodie since.

★ Despite everything, they all kind of respect it.

Sure, Scott’s a smug jerk who talks trash 24/7, but he’s also the guy who’d blow off a party to drive his mom to a dentist appointment. That kind of loyalty? Unmatched.

[r3trorogue]

Thoughts on Star Trek: The Wrath of Kahn

If you’re new here, I’m watching Star Trek for the first time and posting my initial thoughts on everything! As always, spoilers ahead, but please don’t leave any spoilers in the comments or reposts lol.

The Wrath of Kahn Thoughts:

- what the fuck guys, you’re just gonna kill my favorite boy Spock like that and NOT say anything.

- Jim Kirk in glasses and his sweater is low-key kinda hot.

- CHEKOV NO, No little Russian Boy, don’t land on that alien planet!!!

- R.I.P to all the souls lost in this movie

- Kahn really should’ve listened to that one dude tbh, they had a whole ship

- did NOT expect them to be that graphic with the bodies of the research team

- KIRK HAS A SON KIRK HAS A SON

- Carol is that girl and I love her for that

- the line from Jeff Goldblum about playing god in Jurassic Park just kept playing in my head over and over again

- Kirk’s son immediately throwing hands with him is so funny.

- Bones. Just Bones. Funny? Maybe, I haven’t decided yet. Iconic, absolutely.

- Kahn just can’t give up when all he takes is L’s

- genesis is kinda cool

- THE ENGINEERS- THE ENGINEERS MAN

- Spock, stay in that science officer chair or so help me god

- SCOTTY NO

- Bones is MVP in this frfr I love Bones

- not the radiation chamber- NOT THE RADIATION CHAMBER

- Kirk for the love of god please start to ask where your first officer is please

- “Jim, you better get down here.” Sobs

- Jim’s entire world being ripped from him just like, the pain in his eyes OW

- Jim completely willing to die and let the radiation leak because nothing matters but getting to Spock

- Spock getting up from the ground and straightening himself and pulling it together because he wants to die with dignity and face Jim with a brave face when he’s dying.

- the heartbreaking goodbyes between them

- and oh my god they can’t reach each other, they’re trying to comfort each other but the wall is in the way

- Kirk choking up at the funeral, I felt that in my soul. The way he tries to hold it together for his crew and for Spock who told him not to grieve but he just can’t. Spock was so deeply intwined with his own being that losing him is unbearable.

This one broke me, I ugly sobbed throughout the whole ending. And I never cry during movies. Not to come for the Harry Potter fans, but Sirius Black’s death scene has nothing on Spock’s. If Jim Kirk is the heart of the Enterprise, Spock is its very soul.

[wolfspurr]

FTH Wrong Number!!

So this is my incredibly overdue Fandom Trumps Hate fic, which I started before I got smashed over the head with burnout/general writer's block. My bidder wanted a wrong number situation, so the title is pretty self explanatory. This one is top of my 'to write' pile (all of the apologies to my bidder, I feel so guilty about having this one still outstanding).

How about a snippet?

Unknown Hey, can you come and rescue me? This guy won’t leave me alone. Derek’s phone vibrates on the nightstand next to him, screen illuminating the room as he’s jolted awake by the notification. He always forgets to set it to ‘Do Not Disturb’, and he curses himself for it as he reaches to check who it is that’s decided to wake him up this time. He frowns at the screen as he takes in the message. He’d been expecting Erica, or maybe Isaac, but whoever it is isn’t in his contacts and the message itself doesn’t offer any clues. The phone vibrates in his hand again, another message flashing up on the screen. Unknown Seriously, he’s starting to freak me out. He won’t take a hint, and he’s twice my size. Help me out man? Derek groans, rubbing a hand over his face as he sits up and flicks on the lamp. He’d been hoping he could get away with just turning off his phone and rolling over to go back to sleep, but there’s no way he can ignore it if someone’s actually in trouble. Derek Who is this? Unknown Dude, who do you think?! Don’t tell me you lost all your contacts again. I only just finished programming all mine back in after you messed with my settings last time. Derek frowns. He’d assumed it was one of his betas using someone else’s phone, but he’s pretty sure none of them are stupid enough to start calling him ‘dude’. Not to mention the fact that he’s never had a problem keeping track of his contacts – it’s a short list, to say the least. Derek I think you have the wrong number. Unknown Don’t mess with me, Scotty. This guy is seriously giving me the creeps. I’m half worried that he’s going to follow me home, and I really don’t want to have to get Dad involved again. Derek Sorry, not Scotty. You must have programmed his number in wrong. Derek isn’t sure what possesses him to do it, other than the desire to end this conversation as quickly as possible so he can go back to sleep, but he opens up the camera so he can shoot off a quick picture as proof, in all his shirtless, bed-headed glory. Unknown Oh. Wow, yeah you definitely aren’t Scott. My bad, man. I hope I didn’t wake you up.

[t0ast-ghost]

Umm STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE THOUGHTS!!!!

You thought this series was dead and buried? Well maybe it is. This may stay in my drafts forever. But I suppose if you’re reading this it’s not.

Warnings for a flashing gif

and spoilers (obviously)

So enjoy and forward we go:

- They kinda just make you watch stars with nice background music for *checks time* two minutes and fifty seconds (no, there are no credits during this time)

- I’m so hyped for this, the credit music is so nostalgic and amazing

- Tron ass graphics <3

- Evolved Klingon design! Let’s go! Also they’re speaking Klingon which I think star trek is super proud of creating

- It’s so alien (as in the movie alien)

- Is that the lizard head rock from the Apple? No it’s Vulcan- damn what’d they do to Spock?

- It’s giving the dark crystal or labyrinth

- THEYVE GOT A VULCAN LANGUAGE?! I mean I knew they would but they created one for the first movie???

- When the Vulcan Master (it’s what imdb calls her) is reading Spock’s mind then the shot goes back to her face and she looks down and there’s a fucking vine boom and she smiles slightly at him like ‘THIS FUCKER IS HAVING GAY THOUGHTS’

- Jim is calling him <3

- It’s interesting how they pronounce Spock’s name differently

- Life is a Dream is my favourite song (It’s the one with the horns)

- Omg hi Kirk hi

- They gave him another Vulcan? Kirk must miss his husband so much

- imagine ten years after your favourite show ends, they make a movie and there are all your favourite guys again! I would have screamed

- Hiya Scotty

- Kirk looks so unhappy. Hmmm wonder why

- Aww this is such a cute conversation between Kirk and Scotty

- KIRK GETS TEARS IN HIS EYES SEEING THE NEW ENTERPRISE OMG. HE LOVES HER SM

- This is the slowest fucking shuttle ever

- I like how there’s just guys floating in spacesuits around

- ….Welp that’s over now. The ship has docked. Finally.

- oh the elevators are just voice controlled now. No handles.

- OMG HI UHURA!!! HI CHECKOV! HI SULU!!!

- Kirk’s about to go fire someone. This’ll be fun.

- Yeah Decker does not take this well. Kirk is just a petty bitch who loves his ship too much and definitely misses his husbands

- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Wha- who- no wonder people don’t like using transporters that’s horrifying

- OMG THATS JANICE RAND!!!

- Kirk has turned into the idiot admiral that he used to hate dealing with

- OMG HIIIII BONES HES GOT A BEARD. They drafted him???? Wait no. JIM BROUGHT HIM BACK hehe

- “Damn it, Bones. I need you. Badly!” He missed his husband so he made him come back to fight a war

- That was such a normal moment between Kirk and McCoy. Sooo normal. I’m normal about it. Sooo normal.

- THAT LITTLE DUDE IN SPACE JUST DID A FLIP

- hi bones hi

- “Jim. You’re pushing.”

- They gave McCoy a better perch, he’s got a railing that’s closer to Kirk now

- time to ask: what is happening

- “Tor-pe-do away!” The slow voice really added to that

- Why is McCoy just there on his knees?!?

- Bones is NOT happy to be here. This is why he divorced Kirk (he’s still married to Spock though)

- McCoy can see that Jim is being unreasonable. But what is that stance and why aren’t they looking into each others eyes? (Edit: not sure what stance I’m talking about but yeah, why aren’t they?)

- It’s been 50 minutes literally nothing has happened except reintroductions

- HI SPOCK HIII HES SO HOT WHATS HE DOING HERE?

- damn why’d Spock just ignore Chekov like that

- Jim is so desperate. He wants this man so bad. He’s like literally starry eyed

- For Chekov this is like the worst high school reunion ever

- HI CHAPEL HAIII

- damn why is Spock ignoring his husbands :(((

- Bones looks so sad. He missed Spock

- Kirk and McCoy are about to interrogate their long gone ex husband. “Will you please sit down.” This is pretty much exactly what it would be like if they got divorced and didn’t see each other for awhile. Spock is trying to separate his emotions from the situation, McCoy is trying to be playful but sneaks in a question about what he’s been doing, and Kirk just wants them back he’s so desperate

- Not gonna say what I’m thinking cause I think that would be disrespectful

- “I believe they may hold my answers.” “Well, isn’t it lucky for you that we just happened to be heading your way?” “Bones! We need him. I need him.” Jim if you say that while staring into Spock’s eyes it’s a bit queer (happy pride month)

- They got the new Apple watches

- Spock is pulling a Deanna Troi

- They brought back Spock to wear the finest eyeshadow and serve silent cunt

- Shapes and colours by the likes of which I’ve never seen!

- I like how Bones just came onto the bridge FOR NO REASON but to kinda look shocked when Kirk was about to do something silly

- Most of this movie feels like, ‘look at this cool set/effects thing for a very long time’ and they are cool

- I now truly understand what a ‘long shot’ is

- Uh oh Kirk. Your husband got zapped!

- huh? whuh? Why’d it take Ilia?

- Everyone that comes onto the bridge takes a second to go what the f-

- Wow that’s just a pussy- *gets schmacked*

- Did Spock just fucking blue screen?

- just noticed Kirk in short sleeves <3

- ILIA BURST THROUGH THE WALL

- Why did they replicate her into high heels

- I love Star Treks idea that love can bring anyone back. Like if anyone is dead and someone loves them enough there’s no way they’re staying dead. And if you bring up Tasha, technically she didn’t die right there and then. And if you bring up Jadzia, fuck you

- What is Spock doing, why’s he mutineering

- They successfully contacted Ilia. There’s something so sad about it being her but not her at all

- Omg. Spock why would you do that?

- “That’s Spock. Damn him! Bring him back here.” Gotta wrangle your husbands

- I was going to say something about pussy and then Spock said “penetrated” so-

- Pussy so good you get blasted backwards- I’ve got to stop

- Spock laughing omg omg

- jaw dropped. That was gay. That was so gay!

- I like how Kirk just has these two guys around to explain things to him

- “It knows only that it needs, commander, but like so many of us, it does not know what.” Do you need something, Spock? What are you trying to say? Do you need the love of your husbands?

- HES JUST GONNA BLOW UP THE SHIP???

- I got legitimately jumpscared by Spock’s tear

He’s really pretty tho and they’re observing him

- “Is this all that I am? Is there nothing more?” This is the greatest moment in the whole movie thus far because it goes back to really what star trek is about. Talking about life through aliens.

- He’s bringing his husbands with him awwe

- woah how are they on top of the enterprise?!Okay I guess this is happening now

- VOYAGER??????????? Oh wait this is a real ship, isn’t it?

- So Decker is going to sacrifice himself to join with V’Ger, isn’t he?

- He rolls back to his husbands

- “As much as you wanted the Enterprise, I want this.” Jim did really want the enterprise, but he also just wanted love, same with Decker, they both just want their loves back.

- Shiny

- Kirk and McCoy staring, jaws dropped like, ‘What is this shit?’

- “And a lot of foolish human emotions, right, Mr. Spock?” “Quite true, Doctor. Unfortunately we will have to deal with them as well.” THEY’RE FLIRTING AGAIN YES!!!!

- It’s a little funny that Spock definitely arrived on the ship ready to stay. Like he cut his hair and everything just to see his husbands.

- “The human adventure is just beginning” what does THAT mean?

Well okay. Time to watch Wrath of Khan, I guess. I hear it’s better…

Masterpost

[tjjsbased]

When Scotty had his whole adventure with Xavier in season 3, how did he explain to his friend group how did they react that he played soccer with a mythical being.

RETELLING THE KAPPA EVENT

I'm going to write this as a story because I don't know how else to do it. I could do just information but I figured that would be boring!

Scott ran frantically into Thor's dorm where they were all congregated.

"Oh, hi Scotty," Thor said, a semi-confused look on his face. The other two were there too.

"Guys, you wo- the- I-"

"Chill out, man, what happened?" Jordan asked him.

Scotty shook his head rapidly and calmed down a second. "I waited all year to tell you guys this."

The other three looked at each other. It wasn't often that Scott was this serious. And it was really odd that he was acting like this right now.

"How come you waited a whole year?" Jack asked.

"I was sworn to secrecy."

Everyone looked at him sweatdropping.

Scott continued. "But finally I am able to tell all!"

"Who exactly told you not to tell?" asked Thor.

"Xavier," replied Scott.

"Since when did you care about what anyone said?" Thor chuckled. "Especially Xavier."

Scott acted dramatic. "The dude has all the woman power over me! If I said anything, I would be guaranteed no girls ever!"

Thor and Jordan looked at each other. "I'm not sure that was gonna work out for you anyway, pal," Jordan sighed.

Scott glared at him. But this was definitely payback for his bullying him normally. "Anyway, now the promise is over. Let me begin. Ahem..."

Jack sat up seriously to listen. The other two rolled their eyes.

"It was one day during the FFI. I pissed off Kevin and he chased me, so I ran from the field and ended up falling into some vines. I called for help, and Xavier helped me out somehow. Turns out the guy has pretty neat survival skills."

"Hey, so do I," Jordan interrupted.

"Yeah but guess who wasn't there, bozo?" Scott retorted. "And I wonder why..."

"Take that back..."

"Scotty," Thor warned, arms crossed.

"Well, anyway, we were a little bit away from the pitch in the forest, when some kappa guy appeared. You know, like, those demons from folklore..."

"I dunno, sounds a bit like a hallucination," Jack doubted.

"Hey, Xavier told that exact story to us a few months ago," Jordan noted. Then he chuckled. "I thought he was kidding, trying to impress people... he always does that..."

"B-What???" Scott freaked out. "He swore me to secrecy!"

"I thought you were kidding!" Jordan laughed. "You're an idiot, Scotty. Xavier doesn't swear people to secrecy. He was literally trolling you."

Scotty pouted. "Hey, I'm the master troll here."

"Yeah, but Xavier's a bigger jerk," Jordan added, not fully meaning it.

Scotty sighed. "So he told people, like, a few months ago? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, it's almost as if he wanted the story to himself..." Thor rolled his eyes. Although they all respected Xavier, and Jordan was basically his brother, they all acknowledged how he was a pretty frustrating person to deal with at times.

"Ah, well... I'm still gonna tell it to the rest of you," Scott resolved.

Jack pondered. "I vaguely remember you saying something about it, come to think of it. But I was too focused on the lovely rice balls Celia made us!"

Jordan huffed. "One downside of not being on the team was losing access to the girls' cooking."

"What, do you not get fed at the orphanage or something?" Scott deadpanned, frustrated about being interrupted again.

"No, it's just... Lina's speciality is tea, and I don't trust it when any of us cook," Jordan replied. "I think we should hire chefs."

Scott facepalmed, not expecting an explanation. "Anyway, the kappa guy wanted Xavier's autograph."

Thor and Jordan gave each other a look. "Of course he did," Jordan sighed.

Looking a little bit impatient, Scott continued. "And there was something about cucumbers..."

"Cucumbers!" Jack exclaimed. "Man, those are like my favourite vegetable! Wait are they even vegetables?"

Jordan gasped. "If not, VeggieTales lied to us!"

Thor looked at them both. "One of the guys is literally a tomato... I don't think you need to be a vegetable to be in VeggieTales."

Scott whined. "I lost my train of thought, now, guys!"

"Scotty, we already know the story," Thor said.

"Wait, so how do you know?" the little guy asked him.

Thor did a hand gesture. "Xavier told me."

Scott pulled at his face. "This has to be a joke. This was like my party piece!"

"Did you win the soccer match?" Jack asked.

"I-" he remembered...

Jordan started laughing at him. "Scotty, why would you start telling a story where you lose? Rookie mistake!"

Scott groaned. "Jordan, if you don't shut up, I'm going to shove a cucumber-"

Thor held his hands up. "OK, gents, settle down."

"What, I didn't do anything!" Jordan complained. "Scotty threatened me!"

"I didn't say where I'd shove it!"

With that, Jordan threw something at him. Thor glared at him.

"What?"

"Don't encourage him."

Scotty threw it back at him but missed. "Anyway, when we got back to the camp, it seemed like we'd gone back in time! Like, we had been out a few minutes before lunch, but stayed overnight in the woods 'cause it was late, and then when we got back lunch from the previous day was about to be served!"

The other three looked at each other. "That is actually pretty weird," Jack mentioned.

"Yeah, you wouldn't think two people would hallucinate the same thing," Thor added.

"Yeah, well, it's real! Trust me!"

"Why would we ever trust anything you say, Scotty?" Jordan chuckled. He was doing it just to rile him up.

"Ugh, you guys will NEVER understand. Well, joke's on you, you'll probably never play against cucumber demons."

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This probably actually adds a lot of context to the friend group! I also enjoyed writing it. I hope it's not too random. I hadn't watched the episode for ages, so I had the joy of rewatching a bit of it—in dub!

Thanks to the requester! Please feel free to request anything else.

[astranite]

Regrets

Scott, Virgil and John, Earth Sky and Stars, if you will, set after 'Tunnels of Time' S1 E10, the episode wherein Scott nearly punches the archeologist treasure hunting asshole dude. (I have rewatched The Scene so many times) (somewhere there is also a wonderful gifset of it)

Hurt/comfort, and a very fluffy ending ahead. Also featuring Scott's self esteem issues, but he does get hugs, multiple hugs. Also exploring the aftermath of Scott losing his temper on a mission and Virgil's worry and 'We'll deal with this later' and now it is Later, with John too because I love those three together. And some soft furnishings!Scott too of course.

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Scott whipped around at Virgil’s hand on his shoulder for the second time that day.

“What?” he snapped.

“You wanna tell me what happened back there, Scotty?” Virgil quested. 

There was no judgement, never was with Virgil, only deep brown eyes crinkled at the corners with concern. Worry, about him, not so much that he was going to lash out at any minute, but checking in to see if he was okay.

Scott huffed and turned away. He didn't deserve Virgil.

The phantom sensation of Virgil’s hands around his chest, on his side, holding him back, ghosted over him. If Virgil hadn't been there, Scott would’ve— 

The man would’ve been lucky if all he’d gotten away with was a bloody nose.

Scott swallowed and hugged his arms around his chest. 

The way he’d shaken Virgil off, if he hadn't stepped back from Scott, Scott would’ve elbowed his brother in the stomach too.

John chimed in on the comm room holo, and Scott was avoiding both his brothers’ eyes. 

“I saw it all on the video feed,” John stated, “I’d have wanted to do the same too.”

“But you wouldn’t’ve.” John was better than that, better than Scott.

John’s admission, even if Scott was adamant his brother would not act in the same way, made everything worse. He rubbed at his knuckles. 

So much for setting a good example for his younger brothers. Scott was exactly who they shouldn’t be. Mum’d be so disappointed. 

“But you didn't,” John countered.

Scott viciously shook his head. That didn't matter.

Virgil’s hand was back on his shoulder. A comforting squeeze, a tug to try to get him to turn around. Scott stuck fast.

In that moment, with his fist clenched, raised and ready to lunge, Scott had been all boiling rage and seething worry and he hadn't thought. He just reacted.

He regretted it. Not because he wasn't still angry at that man, but because he didn't want to be like this. If he was going to get violent, he would rather it be because it was the last possible option to prevent more people from getting hurt. Not because he threw punches at the slightest provocation.

When Virgil pulled him back, he’d left his hand on Scott’s side a second longer, not restraining him, just a reminder. Or maybe an attempt at reassurance. 

Scott had still thrown it back in his face. 

“What happened?” John asked, knowingly or unknowingly repeating Virgil’s earlier words. 

Still with no judgement. Guilt filled the pit of Scott’s stomach.

He’d been on a rescue. He shouldn’t have risen to the bait. Virgil had been angry, John too, but they’d focussed in on the mission. Where Scott, Scott had just lashed out. 

John continued, “You usually don’t—”

“I know. I know!” Scott burst out, “It’s just— he was going to leave them in there! He wanted to leave Gordon to die down there. Gordon could’ve—” Scott’s voice broke. 

Virgil pulled him into a hug. Scott flailed then froze, because he didn't want to hurt Virgil. He tried to push Virgil away carefully, not because he didn't— he always wanted his brother’s hugs, but Virgil should’ve been comforting Gordon instead. Not Scott with his temper causing problems once again. Which were all his own fault. Scott’s mind leapt back to the fact that he should’ve gone instead.

Virgil held him. An arm tucked firmly around his waist. A hand resting at the nape of his neck. 

Scott’s raised voice was muffled slightly by warm flannel, “For a second I thought—” That Gordon was… Scott couldn’t even say the words. “And he didn't even care! He didn't care about Gordon or Penelope or Parker or anyone’s lives!” 

Anger spilled out of him. Mixed with fear. 

Scott’s eyes stung, his chest was heaving. Eventually he slumped against Virgil. 

John was murmuring reassurances, cutting through the torrent of failure, failure, he could have, should’ve done better, why were his brothers even still here—

Scott had his father’s temper, but he wasn't so sure he admired that about dad anymore. Quick to anger turned too fast into hurting people. It didn't matter whether or not they deserved it, that wasn't who he wanted to be. And ultimately, no one deserved it. It wasn't about deserve.

International Rescue wasn't based around picking and choosing who got to be saved. And beating up that treasure hunting bastard wouldn't have helped him get to Gordon any faster. There were other ways to fight. They were about saving people. 

But he’d still—

John’s voice was cool and steady, washing over his own heated flare of anger turned towards himself. “You did what you could, Scott. Yes, being that close to punching that guy’s lights out was less than ideal, but you focussed back in on the rescue, in spite of that poor excuse of a human trying to give archaologists a bad name.” 

“But what if Virgil hadn’t been there to hold me back,” Scott said sadly. He had to make sure his brothers knew what they were dealing with, for their own sakes at least.

Virgil’s arms gently tightened around him, holding him up. John made a quiet noise in the back of his throat. 

Then an edge rose in John’s voice, always defending Scott, even from himself. “Where it counted, you did everything you could for the mission. Because of you and Virgil, Gordon, Penny and Parker all made it home safe. You are more than your mistakes, Scott, you deserve credit for the rest too.”

Scott just wanted to curl up in a ball because somehow his brothers weren’t mad at him, even though they should be. They weren’t and they understood him and supported him. Still.

Suddenly all the exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions and the rescue caught up to him. 

When he stumbled, Virgil guided him to the ground so he could sit cross legged on the floor, leaning heavily on Virgil. The comforting presence of John’s hologram continued to hover in front of them.

John and Virgil shared a look over his head but Scott was too tired to care what it meant. 

He was still in his sweaty flight suit because he’d skipped the showers to avoid running into Virgil or Gordon in the locker room. He’d justified to to himself as getting a head start on the monster of a report he needed to write.

“How’s Gordon doing?” he murmured. 

He hadn’t seen Gordon since the rescue. Managed to avoid the little brother who’d nearly been buried under thousand year old rubble, apart from the brief, crushing hug they’d shared before departing from the scene in their Thunderbirds.

“Gordon’s all good,” John answered, “He’s lucky, nothing but a few scrapes and bruises and he’s already back into a videogame tournament with Allie. Hear they’ve roped Kayo in too.”

“That’ll end well,” he muttered. The three of them were a match against any competition, and a danger to the walls against each other.

“I’ve got to go now,” John added, “See you soon.”

Scott nodded mutely, only processing about half of it as the hologram blinked out. He could really do with one of John’s hugs as well, right about now.

Virgil gripped both Scott’s shoulders. “Gordon’s okay Scott. He’s okay.”

Scott gulped, and repeated, “Gordy’s okay.”

Virgil gave him a gentle shake. “Now you’re off to shower, John’s coming down and I’m getting snacks to we can all hole up in the den.”

“John doesn't have to,” Scott protested.

“He wants to. You know him. You worried us both today, and he’s already on his way.”

Scott squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and nodded.

Getting up from the floor took a hand from Virgil and a few seconds resting against the wall. He winced at the sound his joints made.

Shower. Okay, he could do this.

Scott walked to his room, head down, staring at the wooden boards beneath his boots. Where he was tracking dust through the house, making more work for them.

Everything ended up in a pile on his bathroom floor, baldric, boots, suit. He’d tidy it up later. At least the tiles were warm under foot.

The hot water and steam washed away the rest of the dust from the day. 

No one was around to see when he slid down to sit on the floor of his shower, head in his hands, just letting the water rain down upon him.

Or if he buried his face in his fluffy, blue towel for an extra few minutes.

When he finally got out of the bathroom, he tugged on a t-shirt and sweat pants, then a flannel over the top that was obviously Virgil’s and too large around his shoulders but had somehow ended up on top of Scott’s laundry pile anyway. 

None of his siblings commented on it. Not even when he poked his head around Alan’s door to check on them. Because he needed to lay eyes on Gordon and ruffle the squid’s hair to hear him laugh and protest the action.

Gordon was okay. So Scott was okay.

He found John in the hallway outside the den, trailing his hand along the wall to stay upright against gravity as he made his way in. 

Scott picked up his pace towards John, really-here-in-the-flesh-and-blood John. He waited for a second until John held his arms out wide before wrapping his brother up in a long overdue hug. 

Scott’s breathing came shaky for a second as John returned it just as fiercely. 

They entered the den in a ridiculous three legged race, neither letting go of the other and settled on the sofa together, wordlessly sticking as close to each others sides as they could.

Virgil came in a few minutes later, carrying three dishes. Scott sat up a little straighter as he smelt the distinct aroma emanating from them. Apple pie. 

Scott bit his lip. Virgil hadn't needed to go to all the effort for him, even if it was only chucking a frozen pie in the oven.

“Before you say anything, Scott, it’s been a hard day,” Virgil stated firmly, “You get pie.” 

John and Scott shuffled over to make room for Virgil to join their tangled up cuddle pile, and hand out the dishes.

Scott saluted Virgil with his spoon, then dug in.

A large slice of sweet, crumbly pastry, and hot, delicious filling, with a scoop of icecream for cooling his mouth when Scott burnt his tongue on the first eager gulp. Perfect.

For a few minutes, all that could be heard from any of them were happy munching noises. Scott smiled between bites, tucking into his favourite comfort food was possibly just what he needed.

He even got the leftovers of John’s because John hated the texture of soggy pastry but preferred to eat his icecream melty and one usually led to the other. Scott had no such qualms, and hey, bonus pie.

Virgil flicked on the holo tv, and began to scroll through shows, inquiring as to which Scott wanted. 

Maybe it was silly, but piled on the couch between John and Virgil, Scott didn't care what movie they watched. As long as he had them both there, his brothers could sort it out amongst themselves.

He got to experience a front row seat to the playful squabble that ensued between his usually quietest brothers. Plus when they tried to tackle each other over art documentary versus space, Scott got to be happily squished in the middle. Even if he had to fend off a few elbows. 

Something was compromised on, running as soothing background noise. Scott threw his legs across Virgil’s lap before Virgil could get there first, his head resting on John’s shoulder, his brothers with their arms around each other behind him. 

Even after the day they’d had. All warm and alive and safe, the others just a few rooms over, John and Virgil both snuggled up together here with him.

Perfect.

[taeswolfie]

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

☽︎𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕☾︎

Ch.03 - Ch.05

Series Masterlist

Pairing: x Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

At school Scott informed Y/n and Stiles of things he learned the night before from Derek, including that the broody Hale hadn't bit Scott, there's a third werewolf called an Alpha who is actually the one that turned Scott, and that the Alpha wants him. They stopped talking about it for now, but Stiles still has questions, ones he brings up as the three wait for their graded papers.

Stiles leaned forward and tapped Scott to get his attention. "If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" He whispered.

"I don't know."

"I told you it wasn't Derek." Y/n muttered loud enough for them to hear. "I had a feeling." Well, she had more than that, but they don't need to know that. Yet.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles glanced over Y/n's statement.

"I don't know." Scott said again.

Stiles leans back and sighs before going forward again. "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

"I don't know!" Scott turned and snapped, his voice raising enough for the class to look at him curiously. He sighed and turned back front again. The teacher came around and gave the papers to the three. Y/n smiled at her A and looked to her left to see Stiles had also gotten an A. They both looked over Scott's shoulder and saw he had a D-.

"Dude, you need to study more." Scott flicked his paper down irritatedly. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up."

"Do you need help studying, Scotty?" Y/n offered.

He sighs. "No. I'm studying with Allison after school today."

"That's my boy." Stiles praised.

"We're just studying."

"Uh, no, you're not." Y/n gave Stiles a weird look as Scott glanced back.

"No, I'm not?"

"He's not?" Y/n asked at the same time.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you."

"Oh, God." Y/n groaned with an eyeroll. "Stiles, just because he's going to her house doesn't mean they're gonna do it."

"But he could is my point."

"Scott, just do what feels right and don't do anything just because he said so."

"If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

"Okay." Scott glanced at them with a laugh. "Just... Stop with the questions, man."

"Done." Stiles agrees. "No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek... Who still scares me."

"Aw. Don't worry, Stiles. I won't let the big mean werewolf get you." She cooed with a teasing smile and he rolled his eyes with a scoff, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Later Y/n walked with Allison and Lydia through the halls, Allison had just mentioned Scott's study visit. "Scott's coming over?" Lydia asked curiously. "Tonight?"

"We're just studying together." Allison smiled.

"'Just studying' never ends with just studying."

Why am I part of the same conversation again? Y/n thought. "Lydia, not every study date ends with that."

"Sure it does." She shrugged. "It's like... Getting into a hot tub- somebody eventually cops a feel."

"Well, so what are you saying?" Allison asked.

"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up." Allison still looks lost and Lydia chuckles. "Hello, Snow White! Do it with a condom."

Allison laughs surprised. "Are you kidding? After one date?"

"Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste."

"Allison, you don't have to, okay? Scott's a gentleman, he won't be expecting anything to happen. Just let it happen naturally." Y/n advised again.

"Well, I-I mean, how much is 'a little taste'?" Allison asked unsurely.

"Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?" Lydia seemed mildly amazed.

"Well..." Allison sighs. "He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan- no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But... Then I met him, and... He was different." She smiles bashfully. "I- I don't know. I can't explain it."

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."

Allison chuckles. "What?"

"I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?"

"Right after school."

The bell suddenly rings and Y/n perks up at it. "I gotta go guys. I'll see you later!" She waved to her friends and dashed to the doors where she saw Stiles waiting for her. "Hey." She greeted when she came to a stop. "Thanks again for giving me a ride." She smiled at him.

"It's no problem." He smiled back and the two made their way to the blue vehicle, climbing in together when they get there. He pulls out of the space and starts to drive forward when a person steps into their way with an arm raised to stop them. That person was Derek Hale. Stiles quickly braked making the teens rock forward from the sudden action. "Oh, my God." Stiles exclaimed.

"What the hell?" Y/n breathed in shock. Then her brow furrowed as she saw Derek's ashen face. Car horns start blaring at the lack of movement, Y/n pays them no mind as Derek suddenly collapses. She curses as she jumps out to help.

"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy is everywhere." Stiles complained.

Y/n kneeled next to Derek. "Derek? Can you hear me?" He weakly nods and she helps him sit as Scott runs over.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asks.

"I was shot." Derek explained.

Stiles came up just then. "He's not looking so good, dude."

"Why aren't you healing?" Y/n wondered.

"I can't." His breathing is a bit labored. "It was- it was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles blurted excitedly.

"No, you idiot."

Scott looked away and a moment later his eyes widened as he realized something. "Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours."

"What? Who- who said 48 hours?"

"The one who shot you."

Derek groans and his eyes start flashing blue. "Derek, your eyes." Y/n worried.

"What are you doing? Stop that!"

"He can't. Derek, come on. I need you to get up." She puts his arm over her shoulder trying to get him up, Scott helping by getting his other side. "We're putting him in the car." She and Scott get him into the car and into the back where Y/n can try to help. Stiles complained to Scott as Y/n looked at Derek's bullet wound. Black veins were slowly spreading from the sight and there was a slight blue tint.

"Can't you heal this?" He asked her, frustrated.

"Unfortunately not. I don't know what's in you so I don't know how to stop it." She frowned.

"What kind of a witch are you then?" He practically growled.

She glared at him. "I'm 16, Derek. What the hell do you expect me to do with a mystery poison laced bullet wound? Healing the flesh would do nothing to stop what's actually killing you. Also, I can't exactly use my abilities out in the open, in case you forgot."

He groaned again as Scott came to the window. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek asked of him.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you need me."

Scott looks around, but relents after a moment. "Fine. I'll try." He sighs as Stiles gets back into the driver seat.

"Get him out of here."

"I hate you for this so much." Stiles complained before he sped off with the sick werewolf in his backseat.

They drove around for a bit until Stiles eventually decided to call Scott, although he got no answer. "What are you doing?" Y/n asked him.

"Texting Scott."

"Give me that." She snapped and snatched his phone from his hand. He glanced at her to complain but she gave him a look. "Eyes on the road."

"Yes, ma'am." She rolled her eyes, lips twitching into a slight smile while she texted Scott.

Did you find it yet?

He responded a minute later. Need more time. She sighed in frustration.

Stiles looked back at Derek as he was shrugging out of his jacket. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?" Derek panted.

"Your house."

"What?" Y/n spoke up. "We can't take him there."

"We can't take him to his own house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek agreed with Y/n.

Stiles pulled to the side of the road and rounded on the man. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Y/n rolled up Derek's sleeve to check the wound again, Stiles grimacing at the sight. "Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? Y/n, you shouldn't get near that." He started sounding sick. "You know what, you should probably just get out." He said to Derek.

"Start the car. Now."

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out... With my teeth."

"Touch him and this bullet will be the last of your problems." Y/n threatened. "Stiles, start the car." Stiles sighs, but does as told and starts the car once more.

It's dark now as Stiles calls Scott again. "What are we supposed to do with him?" Stiles asks as soon as Scott answers.

"Take him somewhere, anywhere."

"And, by the way, he's starting to smell."

"Like- like what?"

"Like death."

Y/n rolls her eyes and takes the phone. "We can take him to the clinic. Alan should be gone by now so it should be fine."

"That's perfect! Thank you, Y/n."

Derek takes the phone from her this time. "Did you find it?"

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the- the fricken Walmart of guns."

"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

"Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." He hangs up and Stiles starts driving to the animal clinic.

When they arrive Y/n gets the back open and helps settle Derek onto a pile of bagged dog food. Stiles' phone chimes as he turns the light on and he sees the message from Scott. "Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" He asks.

"It's a rare species of wolfsbane." Y/n informs.

"He has to bring me the bullet." Derek sighed.

"Why?" Stiles questioned.

"Because he'll die without it." Y/n's tone is grim. She helps Derek up as Stiles leads the way into the building and turns lights on as they go. Derek takes off his shirt when they reach the back room and leans against the metal table. Blood trails his skin and the black veins have traveled further. Derek's breaths are heavy as he pants.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles tries weakly, standing on the opposite side of the table from Y/n and Derek.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek pants and stumbles over to the cabinets in search of something.

"'Positivity' just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time..." He opens a drawer. "Last resort."

"Which is?" Y/n asks.

He pulls out an electric saw. "One of you is gonna cut off my arm." He puts it on the table and slides it towards Stiles.

Stiles picks it up, it buzzes, and he immediately puts it down. "Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?"

"It'll heal if it works." He ties a rubber band around his arm.

"You don't know if it'll work." Y/n argues.

"I'm dead either way."

Stiles groans. "Ugh. Look... I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?"

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!"

"You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

"All right. Fine. How about this? Either one of you cuts off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head."

"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying these threats-" He's cut off as Derek reaches across and yanks him forward by his shirt.

Y/n grabs Derek's wrist and gets close to his face, blocking Stiles' sight of her. Her eyes flash dangerously as they glow purple. "Let. Him. Go." Her voice is deceptively calm. "Scott will get here. But, if he doesn't, I'll do the damn thing myself." Derek lets go of Stiles and she lets go of him. Her eyes dim as Derek leans over and vomits black blood.

"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles gags and whines.

"It's my body..." Derek gasps for air. "Trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it."

"Stiles, go over there." She coaxed the panicked boy over to the opposite side of the room.

"Now. You gotta do it now." Derek panted.

"Just give him another-"

"Just do it!" Derek cut Y/n off with a yell.

"Just wait!" She yelled back.

"Guys?" They heard a call from the front.

"Scott?"

Scott came around the corner and spotted Derek slumped over the table, his arm out, and the saw near him. "What the hell are you doing?"

Stiles sighed in relief. "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

"Did you get it?" Derek asks weakly. Scott rummages in his pocket and fishes out the bullet, handing it to Derek.

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"I'm gonna.. I'm gonna..." Derek's eyes roll back. Y/n tries to snatch the bullet from his hands before it could fall as he collapses, but she just misses it and it rolls into a grate under a shelf.

Stiles drops to his knees next to Derek. "Derek. Derek, come on, wake up." He smacks the side of his face, it doesn't wake him. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know!"

Y/n curses. "Scott, get the bullet! Stiles, just keep trying to wake him." She ordered and started rummaging through drawers for something. Scott drops down and reaches into the grate yet it's just out of his reach.

"He's not waking up!" Stiles fretted. "I think he's dying. I think he's dead!"

"Just hold on!" Scott yelled. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused, making his claws grow to pinch the bullet with them. His eyes widened as he pulled it out. "I got it!"

Y/n found what she was looking for at the same time. A lighter. "Give it here." She rushed over and took it. "Get him up!"

Stiles grimaced. "Please don't kill me for this." He reared back and punched Derek in the face, immediately crying out in pain as the werewolf blinked awake.

The boys helped Derek up as Y/n stood at the table. She carefully bit down on the bullet and took the tip off, pouring out the wolfsbane onto the table. She takes the lighter and puts the flame to the powder. Everyone flinched back a bit when it went up like sparklers. As soon as the fire was out blue smoke rose from the ashes and Y/n scooped it into her hand. Derek held his arm onto the table and she quickly pressed the ash into the wound, rubbing it in. Derek yelled in pain as he fell onto his back again. Y/n stood between Scott and Stiles as Derek writhed on the ground. He yelled again, this one sounding like a growl. The black in his veins receded and the blood vanished as the bullet wound finally healed.

"That... Was... Awesome! Yes!" Stiles cheered. Scott gave him a strange look while Y/n huffed a laugh.

Derek sat up already looking better than he had. "Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain." He sassed.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles commented.

"Yep, he's all better." Y/n agreed.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that?" Scott ordered. "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything."

"You're gonna trust them?" Derek asked. "You think they can help you?"

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

"I can show you exactly how nice they are."

"What do you mean?"

"Come with me." Derek got his shirt and jacket and took Scott to his car.

Y/n sighed and slumped against a wall, the adrenaline leaving her exhausted in its wake. She slid down and sat on the ground, Stiles sliding down next to her with a sigh of his own. "You were pretty cool, by the way. With the whole magic bullet thing." He said.

She tiredly chuckled. "Thanks, Stilinski."

"How did you know what to do with it?" He wondered.

"Uh... I think I read it in an alternative medicine book once? Like an unorthodox cure for poison or something like that." She lied. It tasted bitter on her tongue and twisted her stomach. She never wanted to have to do that, but she doesn't want them to know, to look at her differently. For as long as possible she wants to be human in their eyes. She sighed and looked around for something to change the subject. "I've gotta clean up and lock up before Alan finds out." She gets up.

"Oh, uh, I'll- I'll help." He scrambled up after her.

"Thanks." She gave him a smile that he returned with a nod. With both of them the clean up was quick and he was giving her a ride home in 20 minutes. Once she quietly climbed up to her room she collapsed on the bed, exhaustion sweeping over her and pulling her down into sleep.

Ch.05

[maelstroem-of-love]

🔞Minors DNI🔞...I know you want to but I don't wanna have this on my conscience, ok?

Things k/s smut should explore more, because I think it would be fun:

(Brought to you by an asexual dude. Just fun information.)

Spock when he is NOT in pon farr or under the influence of alien horny poison, or de-evolved into his primal self or whatever. I wanna see Spock when he's fully in control of himself! He's done his research and he intends to make his t'h'yla feel good. Cue check-ups in his usual official manner: “do you feel that you are sufficiently stimulated?” “what is the message behind your vocalizations?” “on a scale of one to ten, rate your experience” etc.

Jim being, like, completely unashamed of himself. He's the sluttiest man on the Enterprise and it's the 23rd century, so that's saying something.

On the opposite side, Spock might be very self-conscious: because of his hybrid body having different traits than a normal male vulcan's and/or because he's been taught that pleasure is illogical. Could also add a note of vulcan homophobia to that if it aligns with the author's headcanons. I personally love the idea of Spock justifying sex to himself as being exclusively for Jim (because he's a human and he's allowed to want it) while Spock himself is...performing a service. For the sake of love. And Jim's like ohhh, sure, of course, I can tell you're deeefinitely not enjoying this, uh-uh *pretending that he can't hear Spock's tiny moans*

Also - can you tell this list is mostly about Spock? - more 👏 vulcan 👏 biology 👏. Not just the cock (and honestly no shame on people who prefer him with a plain ol' human weenor. It's fine). Is Spock warm or cold to the touch? Does he sweat? What does he smell like? Can Jim feel his heartbeat when he touches his sides? Are his teeth sharper than a human's? Does he have any special erogenous zones that humans don't? There's SO much room for creativity.

In TOS, I often notice that, although Jim loves his job, he feels burdened by responsibility and inability to show weakness. Sooo...maybe a bit later in the relationship he could have fun being Spock's sub, losing all of his control & being told what to do. Vulcan strength makes this extra good.

Getting into highly specific territory, Spock treating Jim like a science experiment. Figuring out where he's most sensitive, how to make him squeal, how to give him the most satisfaction (or no satisfaction at all). He's got data and stuff, maybe even a tricorder to measure electromagnetic impulses. Jim is very amused by all this.

Finally, and most importantly, have you SEEN Jim's bed???? It's a mystery how Jim himself fits on there, much less how the two of them manage to do anything without tumbling to the floor. They need alternative fucking locations. Over the chess table. Bridge bathroom (everyone curses them). Rawdogging it in the bowling alley after closing hours. Maybe they use their provied accomodations when they're on an away mission - this is especially funny if they're captured and they're trying to escape. “Hold it with the escape plan, Scotty, me and Mr. Spock need to use the luxurious bed that our captors have so generously provided for us...” aaand we've got a whole plot right here.

If you see this, feel free to add more in the tags! Also, if you know some fics that feature these concepts, link them also, I'll check them out.