#THIS IS MY FIRST COMM I'VE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE

[mav-the-artist]

comm for @s0uless-b0nes of their OC Vivisection!!

[landograndprix]

lucky charm ✾ c.l

summary – what's meant to be will always find a way

a/n: added something new to it, also google translated french & italian so dont blame me pls :') requests are open! ♡

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y/nusername

Monte-Carlo, Monaco

liked by yourbestfrienduser, arthur_leclerc and 101,761 others

y/nusername Oh à la maison, comme tu m’as manqué ♥︎ (Oh home, how I've missed you ♥︎)

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yourbestfrienduser missed u ❤️

y/nusername missed you more ❤️

hannahh back home for good or just for a while? :))))

y/nusername just spending my week off with friends and family, will be going back to Milan soon!

friendsuser1 have fun! 🥰

norrizz04 can I be friends with you all?

sharl16 I like to think she's in Monaco for Charles but we all know that's not true :(

leclerc_16 Charles is not even in Monaco, he's in maranello rn

sharl16 i didn’t sign up to be a child of divorce :(

dannyricric they unfollowed each other on all their socials, I don't think we'll ever get to see them back together 😢

tifosi5516 call me delulu but Arthur, lorenzo and their gfs still follow her and that's what's keeping my hopes up 😭

cl_15 girl come to the next gp because your ex man is doing a shit job right now 💀

zhouey lmao girl would you support your ex?

cl_16 if his name was Charles leclerc, yes ☺

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y/nusername

Milan, Italy

liked by isahernaez, francisca.cgomes and 142,671 others

y/nusername una nuova settimana con giorni come questi.

(a new week with days like these.)

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bott-ass the thing I'd do to live a life like this...

yourmomsuser fier de toi ma chérie 🥰 (proud of you, darling)

y/nusername maman je t'aime ❤️

y/nusefan1 stop it adopt me into the family please :((

francisca.cgomes you need to tell me where you got that skirt from

y/nusername made it myself baby, what color do you want..black? 😉

francisca.cgomes you know me too well 🥰

pierressswife love that this friendship is still going strong 😭

landoscar well yeah she broke up with Charles not with kika..

charlesny/n wearing red? 👀

charlosss_ girl stop being delusional, can't she just wear something red without being linked to ferrari or charles lmao leave her be

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scuderiaferrari

Autodromo Nazionale Monza

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scuderiaferrari a weekend to remember 👏

first podium of the year! 🏆

#MonzaGp @/charles_leclerc

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tifosired well done Charles!! 🔥

mikeklein let's goooooooo!

sainzz55 Charles p1, Carlos p3 VAMOSSS!!

chrlsleclerc man went from being a midfielder to p1 all of the sudden..not like Milan is far away from monza..if you know what I mean..

zhouey24 the way I tried to catch a familiar face in the paddocks and ferrari garage the whole time 😅

chrlsleclerc same 😔

teamferrari55 I want to thank @y/nusername for this and no I don't know if she's the reason for this sudden change but let's just thank her 😂

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y/nusername posted on their story

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y/nusername

Paris, France

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y/nusername thank you dior for having us ❤️

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pierrelexlerc bestie manifesting another win for her man by wearing red, love to see it 😍

byelando red was the theme of the event, kika and her friend were all in red

pierrelexlerc girl let me have this 😭

lunaar the only 3 who really stuck to the theme though 😭

francisca.cgomes had the best time ❤️

yourbestfrienduser ❤️❤️

y/nusername ❤️❤️

thurthur Charles liked and that's all I need to know

millieeev dress??

y/nusername my own 😅

maxmaxmax you better start your own business soon because I needed half the stuff you make in my closet 😩

charlieee16 p1 for Charles this weekend I see

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y/nusername

Mexico City, Mexico

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y/nusername kik & I. I & kik ♥︎

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leclercc16_ no but everyone is in Mexico right now, please tell me you're on the grid this weekend

youdidaverstappen you're in Mexico? 😭

daneel1990 two pretty best friends 🥰

francisca.cgomes just two explorers exploring 🌏

pierregasly two explorers who got lost.

chilisainz 💀 💀

y/nusername we already thanked you enough for picking us up. Sit down.

pierregasly could use a feet massage.

y/nusername ask your boyfriend.

piarles10 nah but the way I've missed the banter between Pierre and y/n 😭

joleeneei so pretty 🥰

gasleeyy this is pretty much saying they're back together..right, why else would she be in Mexico with kika AND Pierre? 👀

charles_leclerc

liked by y/nusername, arthur_leclerc and 356,891 others

charles_leclerc p1 and my lucky charm ❤️

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y/nusername fier de toi ❤️ (proud of you)

ferraricharles the way I screamed when I saw you at the podium 😭

marlie002 same 😭

ryaanvee fred holding onto y/n like you ain't going nowhere girl 💀

vamoscarloss petition to make y/n ferrari's mascot and sprinkle that luck over the whole ass team

tifosired mom & dad 🥰

marcusss wdc is coming closer and closer 🔥

lekerk_16 always said those two would get back together, that's some soulmate shit 😇

norry4lando soulmates for sure

[hachibani]

i'd never seen a dog tear up

I don't think i ever wrote about it here but Bianca died on march 5th of 2021, she got diagnosed cancer in 2020 just before lockdown and major pandemic events and unfortunately every treatment I could get her in such times were not enough or too late and the moment her metastasis became unresponsive to pain medicine i decided to let her go

i know i didn't talk about her a lot here since twitter became my main site of activity for years but i remember when she had her accident back in 2016 i posted about her here too, i got a lot of support and commissions to pay for her treatment and thankfully i got support as well when i opened comms there to pay for her chemo and surgeries, and for that i will always be thankful. I don't know why but I kind of had thought if I ever post about Bianca again here in this little old blog it'd be about her beating her cancer, something happy

i really regret the fact i didn't post more about her when she was alive and once she died my depression got so bad i was either unavailable or tried to ignore the pain by focusing on personal work... to this day it still hurts to think of everything that i could or should have done even if there's no way i cannot go back in time

losing bianca after almost 13 years of being together and more than half of my life at the time with her was more traumatic than i'd like to admit, so i try to rationalize little things like not being able to replace her picture even after so long, the most i've done is sell her stroller and i still kind of regret that haha;; but neither of her brothers fit in and at some point it became too much of a reminder of her illness and last days it felt like i had to, but just that one

(even thinking she was part of my life for 1/2+ of it and that that fraction will become smaller as time passes feels so wrong it might make me cry again)

i didn't get to draw her as much as i wished either, i thought i could never capture her cuteness (i still struggle) but since i drew her again on her first death anniversary i thought "i could somewhat get her to look cute" and i try to draw her looking like this from then on https://twitter.com/hachibani/status/1500315555215126536

because of her i started drawing pets more often, my goal for this year was to draw her at least once a month but... i didn't draw her at all in february, i think i'd like to make up and draw her again this month if my free time allows it, i never thought i'd get to complete a comic (albeit short) about these feelings i've had, i have still, i don't know for how long i'll have

doing personal art like this has never been easy but i somehow feel less heavy now, maybe it's bc of the wall of text i'm leaving haha

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Commission for @hashbrownwut <3

(alt. versions, lineart, concepts and general process under the cut along with a speedpaint :3)

I was commissioned by Hashbrownwut, AKA Shiningnight on AO3 to do this piece to go alongside their fanfic "Shadows and Light"!

Thank you so so much Shiningnight for being my first ever commission and an absolute joy to work for <3

So in Shiningnight's fic, its 1957 and Vox comes over to Al's place to show him the movie he's starred in, and our favorite Radio demon get a little too jealous of the doe demon starring alongside Vox >:3

The film Vox stars in takes inspiration from the film Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn and so Shining wanted this comm to take inspo from that film as well, sending me these beautiful references:

Our first image on the left was the general inspiration, but then they made the fantastic request to give Alastor a suit inspired by the dress Audrey is wearing in the image on the right!

Based on that I made a few concepts, and we ended up settling on the sketch in pink below, after which I got to line it, which was a really satisfying process this time around! it's probably one of my favorite bits of lineart I've done in a good long while.

Overall, this comm was a blast and a half, and I cannot think SN enough for their support - for going out of their way and asking if I offered commissions, you have no idea what that meant to me. Thank you so much for supporting me and my art <333 I've wanted to be an artist my entire life, and your support makes me feel like I'm a huge leap closer to my dreams.

Sap hours will continue silently over here on my end, but how about a quick little speedpaint to finish things up?

You'll see couple other refs they sent me for smaller elements pop up here and there, but this post is long enough as is XD

If anyone else would like to commission me, pls lmk! If anyone else has interest I'll put together a little ref sheet of prices and work examples! <3 My asks and DMs are open :D

[cars2-renaissance]

I did it, y’all, I figured it out

So waaaaaay back in 2011 or so, my scheming child brain had come up with all these Loki-level theories on how Leland actually survived the oil rigs. I had it all figured out. I knew how he did it. And the real kicker is that it was all technically canon compliant which anyone who has seen the movie will have my 13-year-later response of “how the fu-“

Like it’s just not possible!! That scene was unambiguous. He was very extraordinarily DEAD.

BUT! 9 year old me was like nahhh he’s alive. They’re keeping him locked up in a secret dungeon at the bottom of one of the oil rig legs! Like I was convinced!

So it’s been bothering me ever since I got back into the fandom a few months ago. How did I work that out? Then finally. It came to me.

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!

This may have kept me up for the majority of last night BUT!!!!

What if Torque was already on the oil rigs when Leland got there? What if he was on the boat?? What if he heard rumors of this British spy they had captured, found him and was like "ey I got this, don't worry fellas, I'll take care of this one."

Then throws the lemons out of the room, turns to Leland, and is like "what in the star spangled fuck are you doing?!"

So they're on a boat and Leland has already been captured. He's got frickin blow torch burns and the lemons are planning on bringing him back to the rigs for further questioning but Torque is like "I've got a better idea. Let's fake your death then I'LL sneak you out of here."

So we all know Torque's disguise is not just projected. He's got an actual physical disguise. Now any well-prepared agent would be carrying a spare disguise devise in case the first one failed—LELAND FRICKING TURBO WHAT THE HAEL WERE YOU DOING— but here's this poor bastard about to be tortured to death so Torque uses the spare to run a scan of Leland and then puts it on some idk wheelbarrow??? and voilà! it now looks just like him!

But Leland is like “it looks like me, but it’s not going to take them long to figure it out.” But Torque is like, “Don’t worry about it,” and runs the decoy into a trash compactor and we get an ironic scene of Leland like "damn that could've been me..." then Torque hides him in an empty crate while he gets the other lemons and is like "haha look what I did to that crummy agent! I killed him haha!" And they're like "moron!! We could've gotten information out of him!"

But they unload the crates from the boat. Leland is waiting on Torque to get him out of there. He knows Finn is coming, but he can't call him now. The lemons probably took his comm. they probably broke his axles too or something to keep him from getting away. So he's totally at Torque's mercy here. Then he hears a commotion and shit, that's probably Finn. *rapid gunfire* *screeching tires* *huge explosion* yeah that's definitely Finn. Then there's just dead silence. And shit that's the worst part.

Okay after this, it really gets complicated. Finn wreaked havoc on those bastards so there was a great deal of confusion. Torque has to play along. Maybe he got sent to the boats again? But he wasn't able to make it back to get Leland out of the crate so the lemons unload the crate first and are like how in the fuck?

So now we've got ourselves a pickle cause Prof Z figures out someone helped Leland fake his death. There's no way he could've done it by himself. Now they've got either a traitor or another spy on board. They try questioning Leland about it but he doesn't give out so they toss him a holding cell in one of the oil rig legs to stew in the salt water and contemplate life. I'm sure they told him Finn was dead.

Torque comes back and awwwSHIT the crate is gone!!! And now all the lemons are on edge so he can't even ask about it without outing himself. All he can do is assume they killed that poor agent after all, and he had to keep on with his with mission, now even more precarious.

Some time passes, Torque goes to Tokyo with the main crew so he can offload the intel he got but he never makes it. And we all know what happens after that.

Finn keeps up his killing spree. We get the events of cars 2. The lemon operation gets shut down and the oil rigs get cleared out except, there's still a pretty red Jag stuck in one of the oil rig's legs :) (don’t worry we’ll rescue him)

[thornethenorn]

Commander Week Day 4 - Elder Dragons

- This is very rushed, I had writer's block all day lmao. It's literally six minutes to midnight rn.

“It’s done, Champion.”

“Anyone on comms? Anyone seen Braham?!” Thorne yelled into his communicator, fuzzy heat behind his eyes. That was a large amount of magic that just got released, and the magic radiation that had leaked from Zhaitan alone had killed so many soldiers.

Rytlock’s voice broke through the static. “We haven’t found Ryland, either-”

“I don’t CARE about Ryland!” Thorne screamed before he could stop himself, trudging through the snow. He turned the corner and gasped. “There he is! Braham!!”

Thorne dug Braham out of the snow, sighing with relief when he stirred.

“I'm— whoa... How am I not dead...?”

“You did it,” Thorne chuckled, trying to keep his voice steady.

“How many did we lose?” Braham groaned as he forced himself to sit up.

“Not as many as you would think,” Thorne’s voice wavered. “We almost lost you-”

“I'm good, Commander.” Braham interrupted. “I know I did what I had to do. Just need a second to remember... myself.”

Thorne took another breath, trying to keep himself calm. “The spirits… are they..?”

“They kept me from falling off the edge. ‘Wasn't easy. They're gonna need time to recover.”

“You need time, Braham. To rest. To heal.”

Braham smirked. “You are the biggest hypocrite I've ever met, Commander.”

“Ryland, give it up—”

“Settle down! It's over!”

Thorne looked over to Salem. “Can you go help Rytlock?”

The young charr nodded, running towards the drop point.

“The past few days are a blur. If not for the Spirits— and you— I'd be another body on the battlefield.”

“Don’t say that.” Thorne growled. “You don’t remember anything? Anything at all?”

“Just glimpses. The Spirits did all they could to shield me from being completely overtaken by Primordus.” Braham shook his head. “But what I remember— the things I did— I don't think I can ever forgive myself. No one should.”

“That’s not true.” Thorne growled. “I’ve done worse without being a dragon cha- okay, without being unable to control myself.”

“I guess…”

“And… the prophecy…”

“Prophecies have a way of being right and wrong at the same damn time. I guess it's how you interpret them. I don't know. Either way, this ‘norn of prophecy’ ain't gonna waste his second chance.”

“Well, this ‘norn of prophecy’ is just… glad you’re back.” Thorne’s tail shifted to curl around Braham. “That you're okay…”

“I don't know about ‘okay.’ But… I'm alive.” Braham sighed.

“Don't ever do that again.”

Braham scoffed. “Oh, come on, Commander. You sacrifice your life for Tyria all the time!”

Despite Braham trying to joke around, Thorne was silent in response.

“Commander..?”

A soft hiccup.

Oh.

He was crying.

“Why? Why did you do that?!”

“Thorne- I had to-”

“Everyone I've ever seen as my family has died in front of my eyes, and I- if you-” He put his head in his hands. “You're like a brother to me, Braham, I- I couldn't handle it! I couldn't take it again!”

“Oh… oh.”

“You almost died,” Thorne cried softly. “You almost died!”

“Hey, but I didn't.” Braham said firmly. “We’ll… figure this out. Let's just get out of here first. I have one hell of a headache,”

Thorne wiped his tears with a soft chuckle. “Can I get a Ka-Braham?”

“I may be exhausted and in a state of perpetual self-loathing right now, but that doesn't mean I can't muster up the energy to knock you on your ass, Commander.” Braham laughed before wincing. “Ow.”

“You need rest. Like you said, we'll talk later. I'm going to go help Salem before she tears Ryland’s throat out.”

“Right, good idea. You do that,”

Thorne huffed, standing up and walking through the fallout of two elder dragons. He had killed Jormag, just like he imagined as a child.

He didn't realize it would just make him feel worse than he already did.

[redwineconversation]

Eugenie Le Sommer Contract Extension (May 23, 2024)

Me (jokingly): oh haha Lyon's bonding activity is burying poor innocent souls in the woods. They're actually lovable sociopaths once you get past the whole murder thing haha

Le Sommer (during the interview): I'm not going to give away all our secrets because there are things no other team does and it will always be like that. I'm not going to say why but - but you feel something.

Me:

@Timothee Please come back, I've felt a hole like this never before and never since.

If there's ever a player who truly embodies the concept of "let's sit down, split a bottle of wine, and just talk" it's Le Sommer. This is why I both hate the new "omg let's reach out to an international audience" format Kang has taken for Lyon on the rare occasion she remembers they exist, and why the I feel the old format worked so well. This team was never meant for dumb TikTok's. You really want to know this team? Sit down, pour yourself a glass of wine, and watch them play. Lyon's purest form is when you take their muzzle off and let them be who they are. You don't need to be parked on their social media page to get to know this team. You just need a dodgy stream or a rainy day trip to be like oh, I get it now, I like the taste of blood, too. Stop putting a muzzle on them and let a sociopath be a fucking sociopath.

This interview was done before the Olympics so obviously that discussion is no longer relevant.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; @OL Comms Dept pls pls pls help me pay my AC bill I am dying in this heat wave; Jesus fucking Christ would some of you just go outside, breathe some fresh air and pretend you are capable of being a normal functioning human being; y'all know the speech by now.

Tl:dr version of Le Sommer's interview: monsters recognize monsters

EUGENIE LE SOMMER OLPLAY INTERVIEW

Timothee: Euge[nie], we're really happy to see you today because you have good news for us, it's one of the outstanding questions towards the end of the season: were you going to extend for one more year? And the answer is yes.

Le Sommer: Yes, I'm staying. It's true that it's a question I was asking myself as well, but yeah, happy to continue writing history with Lyon, and happy to stay.

Timothee: You've said before it's quite a long history between you two. Was it important to you to continue being a part of this [club's] history in terms of consistency?

Le Sommer: Yes, but it must be said I needed time to think about it because - because I'm not someone who makes decisions spur of the moment. I needed to really, really think about it, to make the best decision for myself and I think that's what I did. So it took a while but at the same time I'm really happy and I've experienced some good moments this season and I wanted to continue having those.

Timothee: How does it work, when you need to think about it? Is it something rather personal, do you talk about it with others? How does the process work? Is it something you keep to yourself?

Le Sommer: No, I don't really talk about it with those around me. It's something I really keep to myself, I try to think about myself and my team but without really talking to them about it. I have a lot of things to take into consideration. There's what's going on on the field but also what is going on off of it, in your personal life. There's family, there's my husband. There are things I have to consider outside of football which still have an impact on football. Beyond that, you have to weigh the pros and cons to try and make the best decision for myself.

Timothee: And what were the arguments which convinced you this was the right decision?

Le Sommer: Well first of all we're one of the best clubs in Europe, in the world. Lyon is at the top of women's football [but for how much longer if we turn into an academy development club?] It's a really big club and I'm really happy to have played with Lyon and continue playing with Lyon. We've won a lot of titles, obviously that's a factor as well. I feel good here, the team is extraordinary. There's a quality team on the field and off of it as well. The club, everything. It's the whole thing which makes it that I feel good here. My decision wasn't directly related to the club itself because I already know what to expect but it was more a decision I had to think about myself. I know I'm closer to the end [of my career] than to the beginning. So it was also having to make the best decision regarding my career. But in any case of the reasons was that Lyon is a big club and I'm happy to stay for that reason. Beyond that there are obviously other reasons. There was this season as well, playing in the UWCL [final], having high ambitions, those are things I like. And having a talented team like I said on and off the field, having fun on the field even if there are difficult moments at times. But at the end of the day we make it through, we continue to advance and continue winning trophies. That's what matters. And yeah, I'm really happy today.

Timothee: You were talking about the season. It's a season where you showed you're still here, it's not the end for you just yet. You still have something to prove, notably at the start of the season where you were pretty much unstoppable. It's a season where I want to say you showed you still have a lot of things to bring to the team.

Le Sommer: Yes, of course. It's true that I was a little hurt when last season I was criticized, when I heard some things. I don't think some people expected me to be at this level this season. I knew why I was staying with Lyon, I knew I had my qualities, I knew what I could bring to this team. So I never doubted in myself. But it's true I heard a fair amount of things from the sidelines. Now it must be said that my season started off well with the World Cup because I think it was the starting point in this 2023-2024 season. And it's true that having done a good season at Lyon, that already confirmed my choice in wanting to stay and wanting to continue writing this story with the club.

Timothee: Your relationship with Lyon goes way back. It started in 2010, is that correct? It must be important to stay somewhere where you feel at home.

Le Sommer: Well yeah, I feel at home here. It's true that after all these years, of course I feel at home. Being at the best club in the world, in Europe, and be at home, I don't think there's anything better. So yeah, I learned a lot here. It's true that I learnt a lot about myself as a player and as a woman. It's the longest relationship I've had with a club. That counts for something. And I didn't want my last game to have ended with an injury. So there were really a lot of reasons which meant that I couldn't see myself leaving. So yeah. I'm happy to continue [with Lyon]. Of course Lyon is a special club to me, having spent all these years here is extraordinary. I've won a lot of things here, all the trophies in France, we've won eight UWCLs, I hope there will be a ninth. But in any case for me, I'm at the best French club.

Timothee: There's also the aspect of being in a stimulating environment precisely because there are competitive clubs like the English teams, Chelsea, there's Barcelona. Being at a club where you have to defend your place, it pushes you to be at your best.

Le Sommer: Yes, of course. And I've said throughout my career, competition makes you grow, the competition makes you be better. Whether it be on the field, having competition as a player there isn't anything better. It pushes you to give your best and perform as best as possible. And of course the competition with other clubs, it's important as well to be able to ask questions of yourself after each game, after each season in order to continue to improve and to grow, continue winning trophies. You can't rest on your laurels. We saw it in France with PSG who is pushing us to always be better and stay on top. And on a European level for several years now, there are some really good teams who are able to push us to the maximum in order to win the UWCL.

Timothee: We're starting to know what the recipe of success is at Lyon. It's a recipe based on transmission [of knowledge]. It's a transmission - do you think it's important for the club to be able to count on players like yourself who are in a way to keepers of Lyon's mentality, a mentality that's pretty special and which means that year after year, team after team, no matter the changes, no matter the opponents, you remain at the top. It's important to have players like you in the team, no?

Le Sommer: I think so. But beyond that, can I answer it? Not really. I think the future will speak for itself. But in any case I think it's important to have a certain stability but also with players who know how to ask questions of themselves, who try to continue to perform at the top level. It's not about being at the top for the sake of it. When I say I want to continue wanting to be the best and playing those games, it's because I want to stay at the level of performing at your best. I still have objectives. So yeah. The team is special. This club is special. I don't know if that's the recipe to success but in any case it's certain that there is something in this team which gets passed on from recruit to recruit you could say. It's something which was embedded before I came and it's something which I continued to pass on, to share. I think there's a lot of good intentions within the team but at the same time we're not nice for the sake of it. It's just that we know where we want to go, we know what we need to do and everyone is focused on the same goal. But there's a lot of due diligence, there's a lot of hard work because you might think it's easy because when you look at all the titles we've won you're like "how hard can this be?" But each season you have to go back and question yourself. There were some really difficult games, there were some very complicated wins. But the only thing that matters in the end is lifting the trophy. Today we remember the trophies and we forget the difficult games we experienced. Well, I don't forget. That's what makes us stronger, it's what makes you look within yourself after a loss, after you fail. You have to know how to bounce back. That's another strength of this team.

Timothee: Beyond your role on the field, do you feel a responsibility to pass on what you have learnt to the younger players?

Le Sommer: Yes, it's important because I know it matters. It's something which matters in terms of performance on the field. You can't just tell a player - we saw it, putting the best 11 players on the field doesn't mean you will win. You have to build on other things. There's something in place here and we have to keep building on it. Of course I try to bring something to it as well but just like everybody, even the recruits. Everyone has something to bring to this team be it the oldest [player] or the youngest or the one who has been at the club the longest or the newest at the club. So we try to do it so everyone has their place on the team both on the field and in the locker room. That's important.

Timothee: It dates back a bit but who took you under their wing when you came to the club? Some may be in the staff today [Bompastor and Abily at the time]. But how was it when you were the young new player? Which Lyon player took you under their wing and taught you about Lyon's DNA and winning mentality?

Le Sommer: It's true that when I arrived I was really impressed because I was coming into the best French team made up of entirely international players. So there was a lot of investment and they were really experienced. But at the same time I was really welcomed. Of course I was the new young player who had just arrived but the players and pretty much the entire team really made me feel welcomed. It's maybe because of that that I want to do the same thing today because I want to copy what helped me in my career. But I think that was part of Lyon's identity before. But yeah, the players really made me feel welcomed, they helped me integrate the team even better, they gave me advice. When you talk about Lyon's forwards, it's true that all the forwards I've played with, they've all helped me in some way. Some of them was just by talking with me, giving me advice, some were when I was watching them play or when I was watching them during practice. I learned a lot from that. So that transfer of knowledge is important as well because that's what gives a team strength. I'm not going to give away all our secrets because there are things no other team does and it will always be like that. I'm not going to say why but - but you feel something. You can't see it, you can't reach out and touch it. You can't - experience is a part of it. There are other things, like in the way the team lives, the way the locker room works, the way it works on the field. Those are things you also feel. But you can't reach out and touch it.

Timothee: You said you had objectives. What are they? There's not a lot left for you to accomplish.

Le Sommer: [laughs] To always win. Always win. And - you know, I almost don't understand the question "Aren't you tired of winning?" or "You've won everything, what still motivates you?" It's winning. That's it. When you're here [at Lyon], you just want to win, really. That's the mentality of the whole team. So you don't even have to question it, it's normal. I even saw it when I was injured. I only wanted one thing and that's to be back on the pitch, to be play the big games. Those big games, it's so hard to watch them on television or from the stands. I want to play them. So it confirms to my decision to stay at Lyon and play at the highest level.

Timothee: Is there a form of satisfaction to know that despite the changes, like the transfer of power between Jean-Michel Aulas and Michele Kang, just watching the club evolve, is that one of the factors? Like when you saw the staff get bigger, like when you saw all the changes due to Michele Kang becoming the owner, did that play a factor in your decision?

Le Sommer: Yeah, of course it matters. It matters. The fact that the club stays at the top, be it in France or Europe [Ed: not gonna happen with this recruiting class!!!] Well, I hope. And obviously it was a factor because I want to be a part of a project where you have the means to obtain the objectives. We want to be the best in every aspect [Ed: so why the fuck are we putting an emphasis on giving academy players playing time???] That's something I liked. It's true that Michele [Kang] has a really good project with a lot of ambition. It falls in line with what Jean-Michel Aulas had put in place. And actually the transition was pretty smooth. You can say we took it in stride and that we want to continue with her without forgetting the past, of course. The past matters. We don't forget. We know. That's also something we try to pass on. Michele didn't come in and start from scratch. It's something that it is built on, and I'm really happy to continue playing in a club where I guess you're looking forward and not towards what you have accomplished in the past.

Timothee: Another point of satisfaction when it comes to you, and that's seeing you in a French jersey again. We got to follow you all season with the French National Team. It's coming up quickly and Lyon fans are hoping to see you in the Olympics. What are you approaching that hurdle?

Le Sommer: It's something that is both at the forefront and also at the back of my mind. But in any case it's one of my objectives. From the moment my season was over with the club regarding the injury, my first thought was about the Olympics. I told myself I needed to get ready and that I needed to try to do everything to be there. So today my rehab is being done with regards to that. So I hope we manage to take each step at a time with regards to that goal. I mainly hope that I am ready. But of course it's an important competition for me and the French jersey is important to me. So I hope I get to play in thee Olympics. In any case I'm giving myself every chance. And also it's here. There are two games in Lyon. So the fans could come and support us with France like they did against Germany in the League of Nations.

Timothee: Do you think it has had a big impact on your career, returning to the French National Team, being called back? From the outside we got the impression it gave you a second wind. Well maybe not a second wind, but that it - you became the player you used to be. We got the impression you were whole again, that it was really important for you.

Le Sommer: Yes, of course, and I've always said that. It was a difficult time for me, not being selected for the French National Team. Not only that, it wasn't just not being called up, it was not being called up and not even being considered. So for me it was difficult because of those two reasons. I thought it was unfair and also it happened from one day to the next. With everything I had done for that [French National] team, I didn't really understand the reasoning. And I was performing well with the club when I was left off and not being called up. [Le Sommer sighs] So it was a difficult period, and maybe when I was called back again, it gave me a boost. That being said the French National Team also puts a spotlight on us, so obviously I was a bit more in the shadows when I wasn't being called up. When I went to the NWSL people forgot about me for a bit. So I don't want to think about what if I hadn't come back, etc. But in any case I'm really happy to have been called back and that it went well, because I could have been called back and two games later it's done and dusted, one call-up and then I'm home and that's it. So I was able to seize the opportunity, I think. But I also needed to show strength of character, that I still had the level because I spent two years without playing any international games. So experience matters, too. So when you talk about experience, I think that was a factor. That I had played a lot of games in the past really helped me when I came back and perform better. Then I really gave myself every means to stay [in the team], I gave it my all. And I know what it's like to not wear the national jersey so yeah, I wanted to continue wearing it. But to do that you have to play well. So that's what I tried to do be it with the club or with the national team.

Timothee: You talked about experience. Sometimes that word is a little abstract. Sometimes it's a little bit difficult to really understand everything that it comes with. And sometimes there are moments when it's really concrete, you can almost see it on the pitch. I feel like that's what we saw this season, that this Lyon team just knew what to do to win, even when it was complicated, even when there this player or that player wasn't there, there was still that capacity to show up in big games, that continuity in winning. Is that not what experience really is in the end?

Le Sommer: Yeah, to an extent. When you say that, I think back to some seasons where we had major players out injured [2020-2021; 2022-2023]. We still had to go out and win titles. It's not the case in every club. We don't hide behind injuries or players who aren't there. We know that when you're able to play and you're wearing Lyon's jersey, you owe it to yourself to play your best and to win. There's something about this team that makes you do that. And we saw it as well this season, we had Wendie [Renard] out injured and that was a big loss, but the team had to pull itself together and play without Wendie. And I think that's one of our strengths at Lyon. We don't rely just on one player. The team is bigger than one player, than each individual. Now of course if you're really good individually you're going to help the team but the most important thing is always the team. The team is the pillar. The players come after that.

Timothee: So what can we wish for you [personally]?

Le Sommer: To come back well. For rehab to go well. Those are one of my objectives. I'm really focused on that right now because I know it's important. And of course to play in the Olympics. We'll catch up next season on the pitch.

[aprillikesthings]

OKAY last one tonight

and it's a doozy

s5 ep5 Save the Cat

I always wonder if people get the joke in the episode title? There's a famous book about writing scripts called Save the Cat. I kind of assume at least one person in the writer's room for She-Ra has actually read it.

Also Daci got me Strawberry Oatly (vegan ice cream) hell yes

LET'S DO THIS

eek

she tells them she's alone??? hm

oh the others were clinging to the outside of the ship in space suits lol

roll intro

okay Entrapta and Bow are gonna fuck with the computers and Glimmer is gonna find Catra

god it must be weird for Glimmer to be on the ship again???

WHOOPS

okay so Adora tells Horde Prime: hey you're gonna let me leave with Catra okay?

"The Heart of Etheria. And if you don't do what I say, then I'll use it...and destroy you and your empire for good."

"You would never risk the safety of your Catra."

(Ever noticed he always says this? Your Adora. Your Catra.)

Adora: "You don't know me. And you don't know what I'm capable of." Horde Prime: "Oh...but I do." Horde Prime: "I am old, far older than you can imagine. My brothers lend me their life force, and when one vessel fails me, I simply elect another."

(Like a Time Lord but WAY creepier)

"There is something so...familiar about you, Adora."

"Not since I faced your ancestors, and crushed their once-mighty empire beneath my heel. You call them the First Ones. And you are one of them, are you not, Adora?"

AUGH

Meanwhile Entrapta thinks she's spotted her boyfriend

She's got the little chip she gave him ;_;

(maybe?)

not good!!!

ARROWED

BAHAHAH oh right that's how this guy starts. Anyway this poor clone is panicking because the jolt removed him from the hive mind

he starts SOBBING. "how will Horde Prime see my thoughts?? how will he know I am faithful???"

but then:

Entrapta: "Can you open this door?" He does Entrapta makes a happy little squeaky noise

Entrapta: "But we broke him! We're responsible for him now. Pluuuus, he can open doors!"

He says he'll take them to the server room, and Bow gives him his nickname of "Wrong Hordak" lolol

Glimmer went back to her old cell, and Catra's not there

And that's when Glimmer realizes their little earbud comms aren't working

Horde Prime: "I thought the First Ones were all gone, but clearly...some faction remains. That race of tyrants...abandoned you on a forgotten planet in a shadow dimension. They made you their weapon, their...She-Ra."

I mean, it sounds bad when you say it that way (because it is, actually)

Adora: "I don't fight for the First Ones. I fight for my home, for myself, and for my friends. Now for the last time, where is Catra?"

oh, god

augh

he's not...wrong

Horde Prime: "As she would've said, 'You are so very predictable.'"

eeughghg

AAAAAAAAAUGH

I knew this was coming, I knew it was this episode, and it still makes me want to crawl out of my own skin

SAME ADORA, SAME

NOOOOO

Horde Prime: "I have made her anew. I saw her mind...so ensnared in grief and rage and pain...and I brought her to the light."

(okay but if he saw into her mind did he see all the times Catra thought about kissing and/or having sex lol)

Adora's absolute horror here is so relatable

Adora: "Catra, you have to fight it!" Catra: "My place is with Horde Prime, Adora. I don't want to leave." Horde Prime: "Tell her what I've done for you." Catra: "Prime has given me peace. Something you could never do."

"But he has made it whole again."

"I'm happy here. You could be happy, too."

(It's genuinely hard to rewind this to get decent screenshots because hearing/seeing Catra act all weird with the chip is just SO UNCOMFORTABLE)

And there we see it--the first hint that Catra is actually being actively tortured and forced to say/do this shit like some kind of sentient puppet, having to experience her own body doing/saying these things without her permission. Her eyes even keep twitching.

Horde Prime: "I will give her to you, if...you want her... But first, you must do something for me. You...will give me She-Ra." Adora: "Never." Horde Prime: "Very well."

He snaps his fingers and everyones in-ear comms shriek with static and electricity

(okay I gotta stop just copy/pasting the script)

He squeezes poor Catra's neck and for a second her eyes go back to normal, she looks at Adora, and then they start glowing again. Adora notices!!

aaagh look at poor Catra

but yeah Adora can't bring out She-Ra on command right now (and he knew that)

UGGGH

OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT oh god oh fuck

okay so Glimmer's in the trophy room thing and she kicks the ass of a couple of clones, that's cool

but also

"I know you're still in there. I'm not leaving without you."

Catra gets a good slice into Adora's leg

Adora: "I don't want to hurt you!"

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay hold on

[forest-falcon]

Content warning for angst

Crash Landing

(another extract because I haven't figured out the order yet! 😅 This time with Gordon and Alan's perspective as they wait for Two/Virg.)

"So!" Gordon chirped brightly, breaking the silence.

"I picked up this voice modulator. Has over five hundred voices to choose from! Was saving it for a rainy day but given Two's gonna be off the rota for a while, I thought we could install it?" The aquanaut nudged his brother's shoulder.

"Sure." Alan shrugged halfheartedly.

"Come on bro! Picture it...it's Virgil's first flight back, he does his preflight checks, fires boosters, then old Johnny boy crackles over comms, only it's a Darlek! Sending you co-or-din-ates!" Gordon materialized a plunger from nowhere and advanced towards his brother.

Alan forced a smile in response then turned to recheck the medical supplies he'd been readying for the umpteenth time.

"Come on Sprout. He'll be okay. You know that right?"

"Mmmm." Alan nodded noncommittally.

"Hey, and bonus - once the jets have finished dousing Two n' Virg is out safe - granted a few bumps and bruises; we'll have our own fire retardant foam party!"

Alan chuckled despite himself but his face remained doubtful.

"Talk to me bro."

"I- I don't know what to say." Alan fumbled; his brain suddenly spinning into overdrive.

"I want Virg to ditch Two in the sea, but I know he won't do that. I want Scott and Kayo to do... something to help Virgil but they can't abandon the mission...And why the hell do bad people keep trying to hurt the good? They don't come much kinder than Virg. Now our brother and his lifesaving ship are going to get smashed to pieces, and for what? I mean, even if Virg pulls this off, he's gonna get his ass handed to him and he started his day by trying to help people." Alan's expression contorted into a bitterness which had no place on a face so young. It made Gordon's heart flip.

The aquanaut inhaled deeply, ready to unpick the tangled ball of emotions he himself wasn't entirely sure how to process when Alan looked up; the anger replaced with pure and unfiltered dejection.

"And I just feel so selfish."

Gordon's brain tripped over itself.

"Wha- Why do you feel selfish? You've not done anything wrong."

Alan blinked rapidly at the horizon.

"I know, it's just that I know you feel all this worry too... so it's selfish for me to not cope, not when everyone else in the family feels the same. I don't want to be the weak one." he added, clenching his fists.

Gordon met his brother's glistening eyes with warmth from his own.

"You're not selfish or weak. You care, and that's a good thing."

"Yeah, but Grandma, Scott, John...well, all of you - you all care and yet you're all so together and practical. You just...handle it. Me? I feel like I've spent my entire life trying to live up to something I'm not." He scuffed his boot on the ground.

"I mean, I knew the gig going into it. I'm not afraid of getting hurt. And I can maintain a healthy distance from it all emotionally when it's other people...well, I can most of the time. I just thought, when I put that uniform on, when I learnt to pilot Three, when I saved my first person…that it'd somehow make me capable... of saving the rest of you."

Gordon pulled his younger brother in almost fiercely and held him with all the love and devotion his fractured heart could afford.

"We're not gonna leave you Allie."

"You can't promise that." Alan whimpered from the crook of his brother's armpit.

"Maybe not." Gordon straightened.

"But if it's too much...Al, you know that you come first. You must say if you don't want this." his aquanaut brother gestured back towards the hangars, his face more serious than he had ever seen it before.

"Me leaving International Rescue won't solve the issue." he shrugged weakly.

"I mean all of it, Allie. If International Rescue is too much, we don't have to do it. We can just be a regular family." The words were said with such sincerity that Alan could do little more than shake his head whilst regaining his ability to speak.

"It wouldn't be us. Besides, Scott would rejoin the air force, you'd be back with WASP. I'd see less of you all than I do now...which I suppose isn't such a bad thing." He said regaining his humour.

"Hey!" Gordon objected.

Alan broke free from the hug.

"Besides, I'm proud to be a part of what we do. I know it's what's right and I do love it, even though it's hard."

Gordon squeezed his brother's arm.

"I'm proud of you Al. You're pretty awesome y'know?"

"Yeah, I know." He said dragging his face over Gordon's sleeve.

"Eurgh! I take it all back, you suck!" Gordon protested, shoving back the now sniggering younger brother.

Alan gave a gentle punch to his brother's shoulder.

"Thanks Gordie."

[idabbleincrazy]

Spike's Meme

Prompted over on LJ on the Nekkid_Spike comm. Did one for Spike, and one for Angel....

Spike:

1. Who is your biggest celebrity crush?

That bloke on Bones, David something…Christ, there's a shag I'm sure I'd never forget.

2. Name 3 things you've done that your parents would disapprove of.

Had sex outside of marriage, lots of it. Murdered, again, lots. And, I'm sure they'd have disapproved of my letting myself get turned into a bloodsucking demon.

3. Who is the one person who can always make you smile?

Fred. Sweet bird always knows how to cheer me up. Pure soul, that one.

4. What is your biggest fear?

Christ, you better not let Angel see this, or someone's gettin' their guts ripped out. I'm afraid of being alone, alright? Never could stand being on me own.

5. What is your favorite love song? And your favorite break-up song?

Oh, c'mon who wrote this poofy crap? Fine…A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, and Cryin' by Aerosmith. If Angel finds out about this, heads will roll.

6. What talent do you have that you think people would be surprised about?

Well, see, there's this thing I can do with my tongue…

7. What 3 things would you take to a desert island?

My smokes, a crateful of liquor, and a Keats book. 'Course, I'll be dead once the sun comes up, so…

8. What unpopular opinion do you hold?

Angel is not the golden boy everyone thinks he is. The demon's still there, it's just on a leash.

9. Have you ever called someone the wrong name during sex?

Whatever Harmony told you is a lie.

10. What are your feelings on clowns?

Look, don't know as how clowns are today, but when I was human, they always seemed like creepy pervs.

11. Is there something that you've always wanted to tell someone but been too scared to?

Yes, but I ain't tellin' you. I'll tell him her when he's she's ready to hear it.

12. Have you ever kissed someone that you really shouldn't have?

That first kiss with Harmony opened a whole can of worms. Oh, and probably shouldn't have kissed Xander that once, but the whelp was so bloody depressed, looking like a kicked puppy. It was reflexive. Donut boy didn't seem to mind too much, though.

13. What word or phrase do you absolutely dread hearing?

Gettin' real tired of the words 'get out'. One of these days I'll listen, and then he'll be sorry.

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Please, I lived with Angelus for nigh on two decades. Think the bloke got off on being caught out.

15. Finally, what makes you totally awesome?

Hello? Everything. It's me we're talking about here.

~~~~

Angel:

1. Who is your biggest celebrity crush?

Hedi Lamar. She's a vengeance demon now, did you know?

2. Name 3 things you've done that your parents would disapprove of.

If you asked my father, everything I've ever done is worthy of disapproval.

3. Who is the one person who can always make you smile?

I know who you're expecting me to say, and maybe that was true once, but the bloom is a bit off the rose these days. For Angelus, it was William. For me, it's Spike. He may irritate me to no end, but he knows how to get to me like no one else can. He's the only one who can pull me out of my funk anymore.

4. What is your biggest fear?

Losing my soul. If I did, I'd lose so much more along with it.

5. What is your favorite love song? And your favorite break-up song?

Ready to Take a Chance Again by Barry Manilow, and Mandy by Barry Manilow. Spike's not gonna see this, right?

6. What talent do you have that you think people would be surprised about?

Look, I might be shit at modern dance, but you don't spend over a century rubbing elbows with the snobby elite of Europe without knowing how to waltz.

7. What 3 things would you take to a desert island?

I'm a vampire. It doesn't matter what I bring to a desert island if I'm just going to end up as dust because there's no shade from the sun.

8. What unpopular opinion do you hold?

A soul doesn't stop you from being evil. It's a conscious choice you make every day of your life.

9. Have you ever called someone the wrong name during sex?

Uh, yeah…Darla wasn't very pleased about it either.

10. What are your feelings on clowns?

I think most of them are actually demons under all that makeup.

11. Is there something that you've always wanted to tell someone but been too scared to?

Yeah. I don't have to tell you though, do I? I really think he should hear it face to face.

12. Have you ever kissed someone that you really shouldn't have?

I suppose if I had only kissed people I should've kissed, none of this ever would have happened to me. I know I definitely shouldn't have kissed Sean O'Donoghue's fiancé. Or the butcher's daughter. Or half the population of Galway.

13. What word or phrase do you absolutely dread hearing?

Peaches.

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Heh. Next question, please.

15. Finally, what makes you totally awesome?

I mean, I don't know that I am, really. I try to be the best version of myself that I can be, but is that enough??

~~~~

@leatafandom

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 2,932

Series Summary: Eddie left Hawkins in 1986 with no reason to ever return. But now, a few years have passed and life has changed. Eddie finally returns home and has to deal with everything he left behind, including Steve Harrington. This story starts in May 1991.

Chapter Summary: A peek into the Munson's future together. This takes place in 2008.

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"We're gonna be late!" Eddie called up the stairs for the third time in five minutes. "Listen, I know I'm cooler than Dad, but you don't have to be exactly like me, Lu!"

Lucy bounded down the stairs with a smile. Her hair and makeup were done, dress on, shoes in hand. She sat on the bottom step and slid one tan sandal onto her foot, fussing with the buckle as she did her best to fasten it as quickly as possible.

"She's not exactly like you, babe," Steve said, rounding the corner to join them at the stairs. "Lucy's graduating on her first try."

"And you're not cooler than Dad," Lucy said as she stood from the step. "I just tell you that so you'll let me borrow the car."

"I've been doomed to live the rest of my mortal life in a family of really mean, not funny comedians."

As much as Eddie whined and complained when Lucy and Steve would gang up on him, he wouldn't trade it for anything. The past seventeen years with them had been the best of his life. Probably the best years ever, if he were to guess.

Eddie and Steve had become official two days after Eddie kissed him in front of his uncle's house. Three months later he and Lucy moved into Steve's apartment. Then, once Lucy was old enough to need her own room, into an even bigger apartment. And finally, in 2001, they bought their forever home. It wasn't anything fancy. Two floors, three bedrooms. But it was theirs. They were even able to get themselves a dog. Not a golden retriever, to Steve's dismay. But a big, hyper German shepherd that Lucy had named Sully. Their life was perfect.

Together they'd seen it all. Lost baby teeth and skinned knees. Lucy's first crush and school dances. Even a trip to California the year Lucy found out about "gay days" at Disneyland and absolutely insisted they all go as a family. "You guys are gay!" She said almost too excitedly, earning exhausted eyerolls from both of them. "It's like, meant for you!"

They'd only heard from Billie twice since that November day in 1991. Once, when Lucy was six she'd tried to take Eddie to court again. But when her lawyer showed up and she didn't, the case was dismissed. And then earlier this year she'd found Lucy online and wished her a happy 18th birthday, two weeks after her 17th birthday. It had hurt Eddie to see her so upset, clinging to Sully as she asked her dads why she didn't have a mom like everyone else's.

But through it all, their little family stayed strong. When Wayne fell at work and cracked a rib, Steve was there every morning to check on him. And when Steve's mom passed away from liver failure, Eddie had held him every night for eight months while he mourned a woman who had been out of his life by her own choice for nearly a decade.

"Call your grandpa and tell him we're on the way," Steve said as he opened the door to usher Lucy and Eddie outside. He loved both of them more than anything, he really did, but the Munson gene of being habitually late to everything was not going to work. Not today.

Once they arrived at the high school Lucy had just enough time to run inside and slip into her rented green robe. Eddie, Wayne, and Steve bid her goodbye and good luck, each of them giving her a hug before watching her walk through the glass doors of Hawkins High.

The ceremony itself was exactly the same as Eddie and Steve remembered. The principal led the faculty out onto the stage, where they all sat in a line of folding chairs behind him. He gave a speech, more or less the same speech he'd given at every commencement ceremony he'd ever done.

"And now," he said, the microphone cracking with feedback as he picked up the stack of note cards he'd been reading from. "The valedictorian of Hawkins High School class of 2008, Lucy Munson."

Eddie and Steve stood from their seats immediately. They both clapped and loudly shouted as they watched Lucy walk to the podium. Wayne clapped along with them, staying in his seat and tucking his cane between his knees. Eddie didn't even try to hide the few tears that were falling down his cheeks as he watched his daughters brown curls bounce over the shoulders of her green robe. He felt Steve's arm wrapped around his back. He leaned his head onto his shoulder, wiping his cheeks. The two sat down as Lucy cleared her throat, leaning away from the microphone just like Eddie had taught her. He placed his hand on Steve's knee with a sigh.

"How did we raise a valedictorian?" Steve asked. He could hear the pride in his voice.

"No idea," he answered quietly. "More importantly, how the fuck is Higgins still principal?" Steve giggled, pressing his cheek into Eddie's hair as Lucy began to give the speech she'd written.

"To all of the family and friends with us today, I want to say thank you, from all of us, for being here. It wasn't an easy road for any of us, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say that it means a lot to us for you all to be here."

"She's good," Steve sighed.

"She gets it from me," Eddie answered with a shrug.

Steve laughed just a little. He turned his head, his lips resting atop Eddie's head. He closed his eyes as he kissed Eddie's hair. It took everything Steve had not to cry. He listened to Lucy through the speakers, talking about her teachers and her memories of her time in school. But all he could think of, all he could see in his mind, was Lucy at six months old. The day he met her. The day he knew that he was going to love her for the rest of his life.

He heard her start to talk about prom and how it was the last time their class would all be together, hearing the smile in her voice. He remembered eight months ago when he took her to the small bridal shop in town. The way her eyes lit up just like Eddie's did when she found the perfect dress to wear, a baby blue strapless gown. He remembered the way he and Eddie had both shed a tear the exact moment her dates car turned the corner.

"And finally, before I hand the ceremony back over to Mr. Higgins, I want to take a moment to thank the men who raised me to be the person I am today." All three of them sat at attention when they heard her sniffle into the mic. Steve turned to face the stage just in time to see her reach up and wipe her nose before resuming her speech.

"My dads, Steve and Eddie Munson. The best dads anyone could ever hope to have. And my wonderful, funny grandpa Wayne." Lucy sniffled once more, taking a deep breath as she looked up to the stands, easily finding her family in the front row.

"I'm lucky enough to be loved by the three most incredible men in the world. I was raised in a house full of music, and fun, and terrible jokes, and love. From Sunday night football with my grandpa, to dinner time dance offs in the kitchen with my dad. Even having to listen to Anthrax while my daddy taught me to drive last year."

By now even Wayne was getting misty eyed. Eddie nudged him with his elbow, smiling as his own tears fell freely over his cheeks.

"They have always done so much for me. My entire life none of them have ever told me 'no.' Perks of being the only child and the only grandchild," she joked, earning wet giggles from the three of them.

"But the most important thing they've ever given me was my attitude. My adventurous and hardheaded spirit. They worked together for the last seventeen years to teach me that life… Man, life is though. But Munson's are tougher. And for that, I want to loudly and proudly say thank you. And I love you all more than words could ever say. Thank you."

There was not a dry face to be found among the Munson family as Lucy took a step back from the podium. Eddie's chest swelled with pride as he watched her walk across the stage, down the stairs and to her seat. Lucy was happy. She was healthy and thriving in a town that he had tried so hard to get away from.

The following afternoon was Lucy's graduation party. Steve stood at the grill in their backyard, burning hotdogs and burgers for their friends. Eddie was playing his favorite role, busy housewife. He was in and out the back door a thousand times. Bringing more meat to Steve for the grill, refilling drinks, opening fresh bags of Doritos.

"Daddy, relax!" Lucy called from the picnic table she was sat at with her friends. "Sit down and eat something before dad yells at you."

Steve clicked his tongs twice in her direction. She was right and everyone at the party knew it. Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically and picked up a green paper plate from the stack on the food table. He sidled up to Steve and bumped his hip into him.

"Scared of your daughter?" Steve asked with a smile as he turned a row of hotdogs.

"No," Eddie scoffed. "Scared of your daughter. She's mean when she acts like you."

"Sometimes you need to be humbled," Steve answered with a shrug. Eddie smiled as he wrapped one arm around Steve's waist. He turned to look over his shoulder. He saw Lucy surrounded by her friends, laughing as one boy snapped off pictures with his new digital camera - a graduation gift.

"She's a good kid, huh?" Eddie asked, his eyes still on Lucy. Though she was nearly grown, he had a hard time looking at her and seeing anything other than the half bald little baby he'd brought back to Hawkins seventeen years before.

"She's an awesome kid," Robin stated matter of factly, suddenly standing on Steve's other side. Eddie jumped higher than he thought was possible, muttering a string of profanity under his breath as he begged his heart to stop beating out of his chest. Robin laughed, shaking her head as she held her plate out in front of her. "Man, that never gets old. Honestly, though, you did a good job on her."

"What about me?" Steve asked, his mock offense almost seeming real.

"I watched her drink pickle juice out of the jar when she was nine," Robin told him, her voice suddenly very serious and monotone. "I have yet to be given a reason that that wasn't your influence at work."

Steve scoffed and dropped a burnt hotdog on her plate. "The only influence I've had on her is that she brushes her hair every day. Other than that, poor girl is all Munson." Eddie let out a small laugh, his smile bright as he looked down to his feet. Steve nudged his shoulder with his own, pulling his attention back to him. "But, I guess there are worse things."

Lucy's party spanned the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. All of her aunts and uncles made appearances, bringing with them hugs and cards and congratulations. Lucy spent most of her party alternating between spending time with her friends and running around with the kids who were, for lack of a better word, her cousins. Watching her play hide and seek with Max and Lucas's twins was nearly enough to bring a tear to Steve's eye.

Eventually, the sun began to set and their friends and family slowly started to trickle out. Lucy hugged Will and Jack goodbye, ruffling their daughters hair as they turned to leave. As they walked around the house to their car Lucy walked over to where her dads were standing with Robin, watching the last few embers of the grill die down.

She had her hands clasped in front of her as she walked. She ducked her head, revealing the best puppy dog eyes Roane County had ever seen when she finally looked up at Eddie. The picture of innocence.

"Daddy?" She started quietly. "Can I pretty pretty please stay the night at Lindsay's?"

Eddie looked over her shoulder to where the friend in question was sat on a patio chair, anxiously watching the interaction. "Dunno, kid," Eddie started with a sigh. "It's a Sunday. Don't you have school tomorrow?"

Lucy immediately dropped the innocent, pleading act and turned to Steve. "Dad? Please?" Steve looked from Lucy to Eddie, who was wearing the textbook definition of a shit eating grin.

"Oh, be nice," Robin admonished him, landing a soft smack to his shoulder.

"Fine," Steve relented. Lucy bounced on her toes, Lindsay stood from the patio seat behind her. The girls ran into the house, Steve calling out behind them. "We're doing thank you cards tomorrow!"

A few minutes later Lucy reappeared in the doorway. She stuck her head out and announced that she and Lindsay were leaving.

"Get your ass over here," Eddie told her. She rolled her eyes, set her bag by the door and walked towards her dads and her aunt. "Just 'cause you think you're grown now don't mean you can get out of hugs, young lady."

Lucy hugged each of them before retrieving her bag. She turned back to them, "Love you guys!" She called out, waiting for a chorus of the same sentiment in return before letting the door fall closed behind her.

Eddie leaned into Steve's side, hugging him close as they listened to the girls leaving for the night. Steve wrapped his arm around Eddie's shoulders, pulling him tightly to himself and placing a kiss to the top of his head. "We should make a new baby," Eddie sighed. "Ours is old now."

"We haven't had any luck yet, but I do love trying," Steve answered, his voice low as he purred the final words. Eddie lifted his head only enough to capture Steve's lips with his own.

"Disgusting," Robin gagged dramatically.

"Don't you have your own house you could be at?" Eddie asked, dropping his forehead to Steve's shoulder.

"But I wanna hang out with my husband," she whined. "And my husband's husband."

Eddie sighed, moving to hide his smile against Steve's shoulders. "That joke hasn't been funny for like, 15 years."

"It was actually never funny," Steve asserted. "It's always stupid. Can't believe you thought I'd marry her."

"It was funny for a little bit, baby," Eddie told him softly.

"It was kinda hot that you got all jealous on me," he relented. "I liked seein' ya get all squirmy on that stool when you thought you didn't have a chance."

Eddie smiled up at him as the sun continued its descent in the distance. He moved forward, kissing him softly. He heard Robin groan behind him. He felt Steve smile into the kiss. For a moment he considered putting on a show, just to annoy her. He moved his hands to the hem of Steve's old t shirt, his skin soft and warm against his palms. Just as he was beginning the move up towards his chest, taking the cotton with him, she spoke up.

"Okay, oh my god," she whined. "I'm leaving. At least wait until I'm out of earshot to start your nastiness, please."

Both men hugged her tightly before she rounded the side of the house. They listened, waiting for her usual send off. They heard her car door close, then the engine roared to life. "Peace out, husbands!" Before she backed out of the driveway and turned left towards home.

Steve and Eddie began to clear up from the party. Eddie followed Steve around with a trash bag, holding it open for him. They moved the grill back to its spot on the back porch. Eddie complained about having to eat leftover hot dogs for a week as they packed away the uneaten food. He was placing a plastic bowl full of Wayne's famous potato salad when Steve appeared suddenly behind him.

Steve placed his hands on Eddie's hips. His lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of his neck. His hand began to move, his fingertips dipping into the waist of his jeans.

"I got a hot dog for you right now," he whispered.

Eddie shivered against him. "I hate that I'm already in love with you," he sighed. "That was the worst fucking pick up line I've ever heard."

"But did it work?"

"Yes, but I'm homophobic now."

Steve chuckled, his lips curling into a smile against Eddie's skin. He pulled his hands away from Eddie only long enough for him to turn around. They heard the refrigerator door close behind them as Steve led Eddie upstairs. They both giggled as they almost tripped over Sully, sleeping at the bottom of the stairs. Once they were upstairs, in their bedroom at the end of the hallway, they were like kids again. Neither said as much, but both of them knew that no matter what, they'd always be those two early twenty-somethings who were hopelessly in love and trying to figure out life together some seventeen years ago.

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Oh, how I've loved sharing this story with you all. I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this. Also! I used my own baby pictures for this because it felt weird to me to try to find pictures of random children online. Please appreciate how cute I used to be 😅

I'm going to make an official post in a few days, but I figured I'd let my loyal readers know first. I'm not at all ready to leave these boys and their little family behind. So I'm asking for requests for them! If there is anything you'd like to see the Munsons get up to, please let me know!!

[fainthedcherry]

PARAMORE RELEASED THEIR A24 TRIBUTE COVER TODAY. AND I GOT INSPIRED BY THE LYRICS AND THE VISUALIZER.

IMAGE CREDITS BC VERY OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PIC COLLAGE PIECE PRIMARILY BELOW DESC (I DID NOT TAKE THE COOL PICS OBV.)

OK GIANT CREDIT BLOCK GO (Freepik and pexels my beloved saved my entire college year lmao):

1 OCEAN WAVES

2 OCEAN WAVES AGAIN

3 YES A THIRD OCEAN WAVE

4 VERY COOL DROPLETS

5 FLAME. OO FIRE PRETTYYY /POS

6 BG I CHEATED YOU INTO BELIEVING IS RAIN

The drawing though is made by my acoustic arse /lh

THE LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM THE VID I LINKED. HAYLEY'S VOICE MY BELOVED AND FOREVER DEAREST ENTIRE BAND /POSPOSPOS. I wanna sing like Hayley so badly, she is such an idol to me, when it comes to vocals and I wish to sing as expressive as her some day 🤧✨💖

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WHAT MORE CAN I SAY, OTHER THAN I'VE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH SHORT DRAWINGS, THAT TAKE UNDER A DAY TO COMPLETE TO FIGURE OUT SOME THINGS I WANNA DO AS AN ARTIST AND POSSIBLY COMMISSIONS. + These drawings genuinely kinda de-stress so it's been free therapy too, oops. I wanna do more of these vector-style drawings, that are just me taking lyrics and creating these fun collages, of things that inspire me or I like. It's a chill practice and lets my creativity actually do the work for once, instead of my usual need to outdo myself in every drawing and improve lmao. Improvement is cool and all, but dear god did I not realise how hard my need for perfection last year stress and strangle me tf out. I seriously need to re-evaluate the way I approach art as this massive, intimidating medium, when most artists literally draw for fun, and for me it's been like...A Sisyphean task.

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If you enjoyed seeing this, I might make a sequel with C'est Comme Ca and w/ Marco in it instead and a red BG,, if I want to, I might turn these into a series, just like those aesthetic icon drawings I made of my 2 boys, started Lotta, and IMMEDIATELY lost that sketch due to my USB's death back in 2022 and lost all motivation for art due to that massive loss /neg

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Not sure what else to add here other than my thoughts that I already did!! Other than ofc, the usual, MASSIVE thank you to my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke for introducing me to Paramore back in 2019 <3

Think I'm done rambling now tho!! OH WAIT. I can add, that I had to actually pull out Adobe Illustrator just to add stretched text for aesthetic purposes. Then I got so impatient with the effects panel not showing me the usual layer-effects and me being too lazy to look up, whether InDesign was the one, that had the usual layer effects I use in an Adobe program or not. Btw still mooching off my college acc that shoulda been dead long ago but just isn't??? LMAO I'M STILL GONNA USE IT IF I CAN ALRIGHT.

OH YEAH BTW. This drawing took 3 hours. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY BE SHOCKED THAT SUCH A LAZY LOOKING PIECE TOOK SO LONG. BUT I GENUINELY AM RATHER SHOOK THAT I TOOK SUCH LITTLE TIME TO CREATE THIS. TBF I threw MOST proportion checks and canvas flips I do out the window, so there's a BIG chance I will hate this, if I flip the canvas xD ANYWAY I RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH I THINK NOW. JUST ENJOY EXPERIMENTAL ART

^Before-bed edit; Yeah his torso's a TAD too much leaning to the left, it's off-center to the rotation of his pelvis to be in fact, but maybe? I'll roll with this mistake. It kinda gives the piece its abstract nature..I kinda like the mistake?? This is the first time in my life I ever tolerated a mistake I did and now declare it on purpose and will probably build one into the next piece as well. Hell, maybe it'll yield an interesting result. Anyway, it's 12PM as I write this, and I have to get up at 4AM for my train soOooo, yeah, gotta sleep ASAP for school.

I have NO clue again what to 100% accurately tag this, so forgive me if the tags are wrong LMAO, I just will believe what I believe it has overlaps w/ within art-genre.

This piece kiiinda gives pop art??? So I'm gonna tag it as such as well, but but might be incorrect. If a pop-art enjoyer wants to correct me, PLEASE DO. I'm going off the definitions of pop-art I learned in high-school. So I could most def be wrong about me adding this tag in particular. How tf do people confidently tag their posts when I doubt almost every tag I add man. Tagging is the worst part of uploading art to me due to how hard it is to label art really, not meant to be in a genre. xD

Def adding Paramore tags tho bc I NEED to know more Paramore fans out there bc we feel like such a tiny community, when they're literally one of the most influential rock bands of the 2000s and 2010s imho AUGH

[stardancerchronicles]

Journal of Xivz, fate of the Altitude pack.

---Entry_1--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 23/5/10 Status: CRITICAL It's been fourteen years, at least by this planet's standards, since the pack wiped eachother out. No small feat, that. From what I can glean, they had been together since the beginning. But even the bonds of pack may yet be broken, through isolation and madness. Through being left with no comms, no estimate on return, and no way off this damnable planet that wasn't Nexus-locked. Take all that and lay it on heavy over the span of four months, and you can undo what was done over the course of 226 collective years. Alcoholism claimed Nuriel, the brightest among them and the first to see their plight for what it was: hopeless. She succumbed to alcohol poisoning, locked in her room and never to be discovered. Jiiv and Losk had killed everyone else, convinced that the oracle cult was somehow behind all of this, and that there were traitors in their midst. Jiiv soon succumbed to his injuries, as nobody knew just how brutal Ungail, my mother, could be. Not until she lost her mind that is. As for Losk, it's a damn good thing he never found out about his nephew. Not until it was too late for him, of course. That leaves me here. Us, here. Somehow keeping my sanity more than if any of them were still around. Or maybe I just never had any to begin with. Being raised by Nexus programs around the perfectly preserved corpses of my kin could probably do something like that. At least the simulations say I have a "high likelihood of severe psychiatric dysfunction". I couldn't tell you what that means in laymen's terms. Probably not important. Well if anyone ever reads this, they'll now know what happened to poor little Xivz, and their pack of lunatics... I'm going to take a long, cold nap until the storm blows over in 3 1/2 months. Damn this planet to oblivion.

---Entry_2--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 17/9/10 Status: CRITICAL Storm is over, at least for this short time being. Miteru, ever the diligent one even in death. He's been sure that my hunting efforts have had plenty of traps that are more effective at catching Avali than roulon herds. In fact I'm currently taking the downtime that my nanites will need to restructure my leg to write this entry. Not a chance in hel that I'd be taking the time to otherwise. This is the kind of cold that will draw you in and make you part of it, if you let it. Miteru learned that the hard way. Sometimes I still visit them, along with the rest of them back at their "permanent" camp. What secrets did they take with them to the grave? What regrets? What passions fueled them to such a tragic end? I suppose I'll never know. At the very least, Father passed on the postmortem wisdom that's as old as time. It goes a little something like: "Don't get forced out of an airlock by your fanatical ex-friend into a polar super-cyclone". Words to live by, the poet he was. Just wish he'd stop causing me such grievous injury on hunting trips…

---Entry_3--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 21/9/10 Status: CRITICAL Yeah yeah I know, so soon im back? Well maybe im getting fond of you, but don't let it get to your head. Oh Ungail, see me now, playing coy with a data logger? As if the voices weren't enough. But no matter. The simulations say it'd be healthy to keep a journal, and so keep a journal I shall. Intuit is telling me that it'll help keep me sane, and by extension, alive. Alive. I wonder what it'd be like sometimes, to not have to keep myself alive. To no longer fight, and hunt, and chase, and claw for just a few more days simply, surviving. It must be a good life, to be able to run simulations all day. To play games with your packmates, grow up, get into trouble with them. I've heard of the wildest things on what little bits of the Nexus that are downloaded onto the data-pads and implants of the others. Honestly, still wish I hadn't gotten as curious as to... Extract. the implants of some of them. Especially Losk. He was, fucked up to a deeper extent than I think any of them realized, even in his final moments. But what's done is done, and I'm not keen to look at his face again after what I've had to do to it. But while Emote told me not to, Grit urged me onwards. And sometimes, you just have to make a judgement call. And given all the things I've learned of… Sometimes I wonder if it was the right call, to learn about the outside world. Because I wouldn't be asking the question of "what if I didn't have to fight" if I didn't know there was any other option. Thinking too hard on this is making my heart hurt. I'm going to take a nap and stop journaling for a bit.

---Entry_4--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 8/5/14 Status: CRITICAL Well, it's been a long time hasn't it? Looking back, I can understand why I took such a long break. That kind of deep thought is something that everybody except Emote tells me not to do. I suppose I should clarify what the hell I'm talking about, huh? Well, Let's meet the cast of my brain! Or however that show went. The simulations say that I've developed voices for many of the emotions i feel, but I say that's a lie. They developed voices whether I wanted them to or not. Like my own demented pack members, except the only thing they do is keep me alive, instead of get drunk and kill each other. In any case, We have: Intuit: Helps me with the logical stuff. He's my right hand… voice. Surv: Good at seeing better ways through things that keep me more or less alive. Quite reliable, good advice. Grit: As the name implies, they get me to make tough choices, especially ones that I don't want to make. Tough love, I think they've called it. Emote: Weakest voice. Often in conflict with the others, yet, I still need them. I can't let them make me weak too, but I cannot become numb to them. And, that's about it for now. There are no other thoughts with voices, well, not yet. I don't think I could handle many more. As it stands, I keep my own conversations quite well enough as is thank you. But it is nice to let them sort it out amongst themselves and, speak as myself, to… well, nobody. There's nobody here and, if Intuit is to be believed, nobody will be. But still, its nice and free of the usual deliberation that plagues my mind. I think this one has gone considerably better than the last. I'll be back soon. Don't you go anywhere aye?

---Entry_5--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 10/5/14 Status: CRITICAL

I HATE STUPID THING WHY EVEN SAY CRITICAL??? IM FINE. RIGHT HERE!!!. I CAN'T BE BOTHERED, WITH YOU AND YOUR, YOUR GAMES RIGHT NOW, MACHINE. I'LL GO THE WAY OF NURIEL IF YOU

OH, ITS ON? I, IT HAD A TALK TO TEXT FEATURE THIS WHOLE, TIME AND AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW OF COURSE I FIND OUT ABOUT THIS WHILE DRUNK ON WHATEVER SHE LEFT BEHIND UGH, THIS STUFF TASTES LIKE DEATH. WHY DID I EVEN TRY IT??? ITS HORRID. I, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HERE. WHY I'M EVEN ALIVE AND THE VOICES WONT STOP AND THE VOICES THEY WONT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT

---Entry_6--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 11/5/14 Status: CRITICAL I apologize for that. My simulation says I should reframe my embarrassment into a haiku. I don't know what the significance of the syllables is, or why this will help, or why Emote is agreeing with the others on this for once, but I'll try. I got super drunk I did not have a good time Won't do that again Somehow, that feels a little bit better now.

---Entry_7--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 2/11/14 Status: CRITICAL I have some big news to share with you. Significant enough to write down, instead of just talking to the voices about it. WE FINALLY GOT A TRANSPONDER PING!

Now, its not a rescue vessel, it's not even recognizably Avali tech, so don't get too excited now. But the signal is very much drawing closer to this forsaken planetary system, so if its coming out to ancestors-know where for ancestors-know why? Then it's probably a planetary surveyor, and it's probably going to survey mine. And you BET that I'm gonna be there when it comes down, I am NOT spending the rest of my life on this planet. I'll be there if its the last thing I do. I truthfully don't know how much longer I'll be able to survive here. Not for lack of food, the Roulon are making good on that. But if I have to listen to the voices in my head arguing amongst themselves one more time, why I think i might start losing my sanity! At least they're all in agreeance that we have to be there for that ship.

As for what to do if we encounter anybody else on it… Well, then they don't agree as much anymore…

---Entry_8--- Location: Silus 3-X Date: 7/1/15 Status: CRITICAL Sure enough, my predictions were correct. They've touched down on Silus 6-X, and are now on bearing for 5-X, after inevitably finding 6-X to be an uninhabitable helhole. Just like the rest of them. Just like this one. Oh ancestors, I hope that they don't give up before they get here. Maybe I can throw together some kind of distress beacon if I need to, but what if they will leave, or attack me if they knew I were here? or simply don't have the supplies to onboard me? No, it's safer to let them come here of their own volition. Safer for me, at the very least. Even if it is a drone. My life has been pretty much consumed by paying attention to this.

The voices theorize about it. about the outside world as well. It's, overwhelming. And I don't think about it too much, or the simulations say I could have an… Incident, on par with Entry_5. I do not want that. I do miss being able to think about the littler things though. Such as fixing up my hunting armor, or meticulously agonizing over the chimes that I'd fantasized about dressing up with, but never got around to. But, the possibilities opening up is worth it, so worth it. We can worry about the littler things once the bigger picture is open to us.

---Entry_9--- Location: Silus X System Time: 16/7/15 Status: CRITICAL Sooooo, a... a lot has happened. And I haven't fully processed it, so: The ship arrived onto this planet. And I met it there, obviously. I even wore my chimes, against the judgement of… Everybody other than Emote. But I still kept them in their muffling pouches on the approach. The ship was indeed manned. It's, strange. To meet other living, thinking beings. It's like how the simulations were, but… more real. I mean they were SIGNIFICANTLY more psychotic than the simulations were...

Aren't we all at this point though? They brought me on board, of course. But, they are also space pirates. So, I guess that I'm a bonafide space pirate now! It certainly beats being alone. But it also means that I'm stuck with a bunch of lunatics who kill and steal for a living, alone, with zero social skills, and very little trust. So I'll have to prove myself. The simulations say that I'm very unlikely to get through this without blood on my hands. But they also say that, If I play my cards right, at least it wont be my blood. Intuit agrees. Intuit also says that I should be very, veeery close with a very specific one. A tall "protogen", looks like hes been torn apart and put back together physically, almost more than I have been mentally. How fitting that I should imprint onto a robot, when I was raised by them.

[kashacreates]

15 Questions and 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by the ever lovely @agrimedena-drax who answered their in-character. So! I'm gonna do the same because that sounds hella fun.

TZ loves interviews!

1. Are you named after anyone?

"I stuck with my model code. There's not a lot of Tangos and TZ rolls off the tongue, so I didn't really need anything else."

2. When was the last time you cried?

"This morning! But that's perfectly normal and average. You don't cry every day?"

3. Do you have kids?

"No. I'm not ready for that yet because I'm still working on making my channel big."

4. Do you use sarcasm?

"No, I'm always very genuine and can always be trusted."

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

"Depends on what I've downloaded first, but usually a username or email address. But if I see them in person... probably whether or not they're trying to hurt or capture me? I'm not sure, I didn't pay attention to that before."

6. What's your eye colour?

"Blue!"

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

"I don't have a lot of time to watch movies and they're kind of hard to sit through. I play scary games sometimes though! My audience seems to like it."

8. Any special interests?

"Lately, I've been really into translating Hirudian database systems into useful lo-fi terran microdata and translating that into the color spectrum for custom light effects on my watch."

"Also, stunts in general. Cactus-eating, fire-dancing, grenade-juggling, and so forth. Lately, I've been playing around with fireworks."

9. Where were you born?

"I was pulled out of my tank in the decanting room of the research wing. That was a weird day."

10. What are your hobbies?

"I do stunts, film things, talk about stuff, and look at stuff online. I also break into my friend's comms devices and close up their security holes basically."

11. Do you have any pets?

"No... I have too much stuff they could get into and hurt themselves on. It's a lot of responsibility."

12. What sports do you play/have played?

"I used to be really good at water hockey but I can't really do it anymore."

13. How tall are you?

"I'm 188 centimeters."

14. Favourite subject at school?

"Uh, I didn't get to go to school. Kind of skipped that part of my life."

15. Dream job?

"The best holonet stunt man that's ever existed! I'm already half-way there, I just got to think of even bigger and better challenges!"

Tagging: anyone who wants to steal it from me. Looks like this meme might've done the rounds already uwu.

[taffyforever]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HAPPY JUNE, DUNCIES !!!! ヾ(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ )

happy summer, happy pride month, and a happy afternoon from me to you, duncies !! welcome to my BRAND NEW taffyblog !!!!!! i told yall i would do it and here i am !!!! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

as my first order of taffyblog business, i encourage you to look around the site ! i havent edited tumblr html in ages so it was super fun going back to my roots for this project ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ you may notice a... new face in that header..... i didnt want to go thru the effort of creating 2 headers for when i redebut, so congrats ! you get a sneak peek at some new art for the new design ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

i need to make a dedicated tweet for it, but my comms are very open rn !! if you're looking for a last minute summer outfit, or a very early winter outfit, i'm your gal ! of course my strengths lie in gyaru and similar fashions, but ive done anywhere between elegant seamstress to gothic vampire. send an ask here or dm on twitter/discord if you'd like to comm me or discuss any other services (illust, reactive png, etc) (๑>ᴗ<๑)ぐ〜♡

aight, business out of the way. how have you been, duncies ? (seriously, send me an ask and let me know !) i miss yall a lot, but i know im making the right decision being on hiatus. there's been some recent developments in my life that are making things a lot nicer for me, so i'm doing very well as of late. my physical health is pretty good ! isnt it crazy how when you take medication it makes u feel better lol. i am scared for the summer, as last year's heat wave was a major factor in me getting as sick as i did. i do have air conditioning now ! so hopefully things will be a lot easier. my mental health is also better, though i still need to take many steps in ensuring the best for myself. like, im good now, but im not set forever just yet. we work hard one day at a time 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

ultrakill news: i've spent a loooottttt of free time cybergrinding......... like i might just guerilla soon because ive gotten much better since last you've seen. marksman my beloved im coinpilled now <3 i also got a p rank in clair de lune ! (haven't bothered to try the other levels yet i love cybergrind too much)

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AIM

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"You're welcome." Harley's voice greeted Tony as he came around the corner with the file in his hands. He saw the kid was wearing a sort of disguise with a gray cowboy hat and colourful poncho. There were police cars parked outside of the bar, Officers come to bring their loyal dead back.

"For what? Did I miss something?" Tony asked casually.

"Me, saving your life." Harley clarified. He also punched Tony in the arm.

"Yeah. A, I saved you first. B, thanks. Sort of. And C, if you do someone a solid, don't' be a yutz. All right? Just play it cool. Otherwise you come off grandiose."

"Unlike you?" Harley asked as Tony unlocked the car with the stolen keys. Tony looked at the kid. "Admit it, you need me. We're connected."

"What I need is for you to go home, be with your mom, keep your trap shut, guard the suit, and stay connected to the telephone because if I call, you better pick up. Okay?" Tony asked. "Can you feel that? We're done here." He patted the kid on the shoulder once, "Move out of the way, or I'm gonna run you over. Bye kid."

Tony started up the car and then rolled down the window. He sighed, "I'm sorry kid. You did good."

"So now you're just gonna leave me here, like my dad?"

Tony thought about it. "Yeah." He paused, "Wait, you're guilt-tripping me, aren't you?"

"I'm cold." Harley scrunched up his shoulders.

"I can tell." Tony said in the same mocking sad voice. "You know how I can tell? Because we're connected." And with that, he drove away.

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"You ever had a chick straddling you and you look up and suddenly she's glowing from the inside out, kind of a bright orange?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, I've had that. Who is this?" Rhodey's voice spoke on the other side.

"It's me, pal. Now, last time I went missing, if I remember correctly, you came looking for me. What are you doing?"

"A little knock-and-talk, making friends in Pakistan. What are you doing?"

"Your redesign, your big rebrand, that was AIM , right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna find a heavy-duty comm sat right now. I need your login."

"It's the same as its' always been WarMachine68." Rhodey replied.

"And password, please?"

"Well, look, I gotta change it every time you hack it, Tony." Rhodey said, avoiding the question.

"It's not the 80's, nobody says 'hack' anymore. Give me your login."

Rhodey sighed, "War Machine rocks. With an X. All caps."

Tony laughed on the phone.

"Yeah, okay." Rhodey sighed.

"That is so much better than 'Iron Patriot.'"

Tony did an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road, in order to drive back to the parking lot of the building in front of him that was holding a Christmas pageant.

He managed to sneak in to one of the New vans and started to. . . for a lack of a better term. . . hack the system. "That ain't gonna cut it." He muttered, seeing the 9.5 FPS with a 74 Ping and a download speed of 9.1.

"We talked about this," Tony heard someone say as there was a clattering sound and the van door was opened a little bit. "Excuse me sir. I don't know who-"

Tony turned around in the spiny chair with a finger pressed to his lips. "Shh."

The man's mouth dropped and Tony lowered his finger, grinning. "Mom, I need to call you back. Something magical is happening." Tony attempted to make sure the man stayed quiet by making various shushing sounds. "Tony Stark is in my van!"

"Shh! Keep it down."

"Tony Stark is in my van."

"No, he's not."

"I knew you were still alive!"

"Come on in. Close the door." he hissed.

"Wow, can I just say sir-"

"Yeah."

"I am your biggest fan."

Knew it.

"Okay. First, is this your van? Is anyone else gonna come in?"

"No, no, no. Just us."

"Great. What's your name?"

"Gary."

"Gary." They shook hands.

"Oh wow." Gary sighed, putting a second hand over Tony's.

"Right there is fine." Tony grinned awkwardly. He was used to this, but it was still just a little weird.

"Okay."

"Okay? I get a lot of this, it's okay."

"Oh, good. Can I just say?"

"What do you want? Yeah."

"I don't know if you can tell, but I have like, patterned my whole look after you. My hair's a little-"

"It's fine." Tony cringed.

"It's not right, 'cause there's no product in it."

"Right." Tony said, trying not to get to frustrated.

"I don't want to make things awkward for you, but I do have to show you- Boom!" He held his arm out to show off the Tony Stark tattoo on his arm.

Wonderful.

"A Hispanic Scott Baio. I'm sorry. Is that me?" Tony asked, pointing to it.

"Yeah. It's- I mean- I had them do it off a doll that I made, so it's not like it's off a picture. So it's a little bit-"

Tony had reached the end of his tether, grabbing Gary by the shoulders. "Gary. Listen to me, okay? I don't want to clip your wings here. We're both a little over-excited. I got an issue. I'm chasing bad guys. I'm trying to grab a little something from some hard-crypt data files. I don't have enough juice. I need you to jump on the roof- right? Recalibrate the ISDNs. Pump it up by about 40%."

"Got it." Gary barley breathed out.

"All right? It's a mission."

"Yeah."

"Tony needs Gary."

"And Gary needs Tony."

Ew. No. He'd stick with Y/N.

"Be quiet about it. Go."

"Yeah."

Once he got the go ahead that the power was up, he managed to get into the files. He fought against the restrictions, before he finally found some files in the AIM section. There were a bunch of faces with audio recordings, and the first one he turned on was the one of Mrs. Davis' boy.

"What would you regard as the defining moment of your life?" A voice that was off camera asked.

"Well, uh, I think that would be the day I decided not to let my injury beat me."

Tony clicked next on the woman who had attacked him outside the bar. In the video, her right arm was cut off at the elbow, healed over. But it was very obvious from the fight that she had both hands.

"Will you please state your name for the camera?"

"Ellen Brandt."

"Okay. So the injections are administered periodically." The voice sounded somewhat familiar and when the camera changed, Tony saw Aldrich Killian' there. "Addiction will not be tolerated. And those who cannot regulate will be cut off from the programme."

Tony found his next clip, which was a cleaner version of Killian speaking, his hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Once misfits, cripples, You are the next iteration of human evolution."

Tony hit another key and saw four different cameras of doctors and patients moving along a hallway. "Everybody, before we start- I promise you, looking back at your life, there will be nothing as bitter as the memory of that glorious risk you prudently elected to forego."

They were put into what looked like standing gurneys. Metal plates came down around their shoulders, as though there were about to go on a roller coaster ride. "Today is your glory. Let's begin."

He watched as Ellen's arm started to grow, her screams of pain echoing, making him flinch almost. Her arm looked as though it was forming out of molten lava, while the rest of her body glowed orange.

The boy next to her started to scream, his entire body lit with orange. "We gotta get out of here! We gotta get out of here!" Killian demanded, turning away from the man who was screaming in agony. "Get her out! Get them out of here!" The man glowed so brightly that he exploded.

"A bomb is not a bomb when it's a misfire." Tony whispered under his breath. "The stuff doesn't always work, right pal? It's faulty, but you found a buyer, didn't you? Sold it to the Mandarin." Tony snapped his fingers. "Got you pal."

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"What happened. Fun fact. Before he built rockets for the Nazis, the idealistic Wernher von Braun dreamed of space travel. He stargazed. Do you know what he said when the first V-2 hit London? 'The Rocket performed perfectly. It just landed on the wrong planet'. See, we all begin wide-eyed. Pure science." Maya smiled. "And then the ego steps in, the obsession. And you look up, you're a long way from shore."

"You can't be to hard on yourself Maya." You said softly as you carefully put Everleigh down on the chair.

You had taken a nap while Maya had driven. You had left the directions for Clint and Natasha's cabin in Colorado on the dashboard. When you'd woken up, it was off and you were pulling into a hotel because Maya said the both of you needed sleep.

Couldn't really argue with that, your entire body hurt from sleeping in the car.

Now the two of you were going to share a hotel room tonight and hopefully make the rest of the journey to Colorado tomorrow. You shouldn't be to far away. You had really thought you'd make it tonight.

Of course, your phone was still on recording mode. You wanted to make sure that Fury had every scrap of information available. You'd slipped outside to call and had talked to Nat, Fury, Clint, and Steve all at the same time. Steve was supposed to get to the cabin tomorrow, he was waiting for his second flight. You'd both probably get there around the same time.

Fury wasn't joining the rest of you, going to stay at one of the SHIELD bases, but regardless, he wanted to be kept in the loop.

"I mean, you gave your research to a think tank." You continued, tucking a blanket around Everleigh now. There was no crib in the room and the chair was the next best thing. She was tiny enough that she could sleep comfortably on the chair, the chair was comfortable, and she also wouldn't fall off.

"Yeah, but Killian built that think tank on military contracts."

"That's exactly what Tony's company used to do." You shrugged again. "So don't judge yourself."

"Thank you Y/N. I really appreciate that."

There was suddenly a knock at the hotel door. You quickly went to the door, knowing that it was room service for the three of you. You needed to feed Everleigh soon, and to make sure you had ample milk, you yourself needed to be fed.

"Hi, good evening. Come on in." You said happily, opening the door as wide as it could go to make sure that he could get the cart in.

"Good evening." He said back.

You turned to look over your shoulder for one second, and saw Killian standing behind the server, his hands snapping his neck.

"MAYA RUN!" You shouted, leaping backwards towards Everleigh. You screamed as he caught you around your upper arm, his hand burning hot.

"Hello Y/N." Killian said smoothly as he tossed you against the wall. You crashed against it, landing on the floor next to your phone. His hand came down, holding you around the neck to the floor. He looked up and over at Maya. "So you want to tell me why you were at Stark's mansion last night?"

"I'm trying to fix this thing!" Maya said angrily. "I didn't know you and the master were gonna blow the place up."

"Oh I see. So, you were trying to save Stark when he threatened us?" Killian asked.

You struggled in Killian's grasp, feeling both scared and frustrated. How could you fail to get out of this life-threatening chokehold when you had fought aliens only a year before?

Lack of training, you realized. You hadn't done any Agent training in months. You were out of practice.

"I've told you, Killian, we can use him." Maya huffed.

You grasped at Killian's face, but his arm was longer, leaving you at the disadvantage since he could hold is body further away.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N." He said, inching away from your fingers.

"Look, if we want to launch product next year, I need Stark." Maya continued. "He just lacked a decent incentive. Now, he has two."

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"You heard all that, right?" Steve asked harshly as he delayed getting on the next plane.

"Yes, Rogers, I heard that." Fury said in an exasperated voice. "And I will track her down. Barton, Romanoff, be ready to leave when Rogers gets there."

"Yes Sir." Natasha's voice was soft on the other end of the group call.

"We'll see you when you get here Cap." Clint's voice was friendly on the other side.

"Right." Steve sighed, hanging up with a bit of difficulty before boarding the plane. He looked out the window, feeling nauseous. These airplanes were definitely different from the quinjets. He didn't like them as much. They felt to. . . vulnerable.

And it wasn't as fast as the quinjets. Speed was needed. What if he got there to late to do anything? He tried to text Clint and Nat to go without him, that he'd catch up, but he wasn't sure if the text sent. It was hard enough dealing with new technology with the weird airplane interference.

Steve tried to relax into the plane, running his fingers along his own tattoo, a little golden retriever.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember the feeling of wind through his fur, and the happy feeling that came with his soulmate. Of running, jumping into-

Steve was jolted out of his peaceful thoughts as the plane took off. His hand dropped from his soulmate mark. It didn't matter anymore.

He just had to focus on saving Starks'.