#Ultimate Mailman

[theanonymousclown]

So as you all hopefully know, I… REALLY like randomizing shit. So you can’t imagine my delight when I found a list of over 1000 Danganronpa Ultimates.

I immediately started randomizing, and ended up with a Fanganronpa set in a mansion (because that’s where I thought Danganronpa was set originally).

The backstory I came up with includes the fact that the ending of V3 was a lie and the entire thing was virtual (but no-one knew except Tsumugi) because Tsumugi was an Ultimate Despair who believed the former Ultimate Despair were ruined by being redeemed and wanted to kickstart a new wave of The Tragedy. Luckily, she failed and was stopped by the Future Foundation once all the students were recovered…

But that’s not all. When the V3 students were found, the technology used to keep them in the simulation was missing…

Meanwhile, a group of new students at the New Hopes Peak were invited to a charity gathering at a historical mansion (seemingly by their headmaster, Makoto Naegi) but soon realized that they were trapped by a strange mechanical cat named Mononeko who claimed she was in charge of a new Killing Game.

Names, Ultimates, and Slight Spoilers (who lives and dies) under the cut!

Top Row, Left to Right:

Misumi Daitan, she/her, The protagonist and Ultimate Harajuku Journalist. She survives the Killing Game. She initially tried to stay quiet and out of things, but do to her history in journalism she realized evidence wasn’t adding up and became the forerunner in the Game. As the Game continues, she begins to uncover the secrets of the Mastermind… and unfortunately fall head over heels for both the Ultimate Mailman and Ultimate Extreme Frisbee Player.

Genki Hiroyuki, he/him, the Ultimate Mailman and a Helper Character. He’s the last victim of the Killing Game. He’s constantly on guard and uptight, but he’s still kind. His dog keeps him safe from aggressive/poorly trained dogs he may meet while delivering mail.

Takako Yumeno, she/her, the Ultimate Extreme Frisbee Player and a Helper Character. She survives the Killing Game. She’s a team player and acts upbeat to keep her friends from losing their heads, but secretly she’s terrified that at any time she or one of her friends could be betrayed and killed.

Kohana Kiyosho, she/her, the Ultimate Hematologist. She is, by technicality, the last Blackened of the Killing Game. She’s very timid, but when she starts talking about what she’s interested in she becomes very invested in the conversation. She only became a Blackened through manipulations by the Mastermind, and didn’t even realize until it was discovered in Trial.

Bottom Row, Left to Right:

Osaki Toshiyuki, he/him, the Ultimate Glassblower. He is the third Blackened of the Killing Game. He’s a very gentle person who likes making little things for his friends, like simple swans or glass balls.

Matsushima Michi, she/her, the Ultimate Software Developer. She survives the Killing Game. She doesn’t like talking to people, but finds she often needs to talk out her coding process, so keeps a rubber duck at all times. She has long nails and likes how they sound on her keyboard. You can tell if she likes you because she’ll willingly stay in your prescience for a period of time.

Etsuko Rikona, she/they, the Ultimate Speech Therapist. She’s the fifth overall victim but the second of a triple kill. They were hard of hearing as a child and their hearing has gradually gotten worse, but she can speak if she chooses to. More often than not, though, she chooses to use sign with Fumiko acting as interpreter. She’s very energetic and, even if she’s not speaking, she’s very loud and has a large presence.

Fumiko Rikona, she/her, the Ultimate Mbira Player. She’s the fourth overall victim but the first of a triple kill. She’s sweet and quiet, and fluent in Sign Language- however, she has a mean streak when it comes to people who are rude to her or her twin sister.

[wolfylch]

Later :

Some shots of a scene from our AU that will live rent free in my brain forever ✨️

[totallynots8tan]

I bet dogs hate Hermes.

[pets001]

🐶🧠 Why Dogs Are the Real Geniuses of the Animal Kingdom 🧠🐶

Ultimate Lifeguards: You think they don’t know how to swim? Wrong! Dogs have an instinct for rescue. That’s why they jump in the pool just to “save” you from drowning in a pool of boredom.

Professional Snack Detectives: Ever watch your dog sniff out a crumb from two rooms away? They could probably work for the FBI. “Just a few more sniffs, and I’ll find that lost pizza slice from last week!” 🍕🔍

Masters of the Puppy Dog Eyes: Need something? Just give those soulful eyes a little tilt. They could convince a rock to hand over its lunch money. “Please, just one treat? I promise I’ll stop barking at the mailman… for a whole hour!” 😇

Social Butterflies: Dogs have the incredible ability to make friends everywhere they go. “Hi there, stranger! Let’s be best friends and sniff each other’s butts!” 🐾

Sleep Experts: Have you seen how deeply they sleep? They can fall asleep in any position, even mid-run. It’s like they’re training for the World Sleep Olympics. 💤🏅

🐶🧠 Why Dogs Are the Real Geniuses of the Animal Kingdom 🧠🐶

Ultimate Lifeguards: You think they don’t know how to swim? Wrong! Dogs have an instinct for rescue. That’s why they jump in the pool just to “save” you from drowning in a pool of boredom.

Professional Snack Detectives: Ever watch your dog sniff out a crumb from two rooms away? They could probably work for the FBI. “Just a few more sniffs, and I’ll find that lost pizza slice from last week!” 🍕🔍

Masters of the Puppy Dog Eyes: Need something? Just give those soulful eyes a little tilt. They could convince a rock to hand over its lunch money. “Please, just one treat? I promise I’ll stop barking at the mailman… for a whole hour!” 😇

Social Butterflies: Dogs have the incredible ability to make friends everywhere they go. “Hi there, stranger! Let’s be best friends and sniff each other’s butts!” 🐾

Sleep Experts: Have you seen how deeply they sleep? They can fall asleep in any position, even mid-run. It’s like they’re training for the World Sleep Olympics. 💤🏅

So next time you see your dog staring at you like you’re the most interesting thing in the universe, remember: they not only think you’re amazing—they might just be plotting to take over the world… one tail wag at a time! 🐕✨

Dogs Must_Haves :

[rocksibblingsau]

For Branch x Gust

How did each Branch meet Gust and how did they start dating

Country: Either gust came to his house to introduce himself or he met at the barn raising/hoe down that was Branch's introduction to the town. I like to think they were those kids that every adult around knew was gonna be a thing and teased em for. Branch follows him around like a lost puppy and Gust worked up the courage to invite Branch to prom when they were teens and they've been an item ever since.

Rock: Met during [Plotline Omitted] and Gust realized he had a thing for Branch. To Gust it was like falling for the ultimate Bad Boy. I mean the Prince of Rock? Just look at him, all dressed in black and spikes like some kind of criminal! He'd be every Country mother and father's worst nightmare to bring home. Except... he's not. Branch is actually pretty sweet for a Rock Troll which makes Gust fall even harder.

Classical: He needed important mail delivered quickly to Symphonyville and Gust stepped up to help. You know that one meme of "No kissing the mailman"? That. Branch fanned himself a lot around Gust and fans aren't uncommon with Country Trolls (You ever see the saloon girls with the fans?) so Gust didn't think anything odd of it. Holly is friends with Dante so of course she knows what it meant ("You thick-headed mule, he's flirtin with ya!").

Techno: Caught him terrorizing some Pop Trolls and gave him a talking to. Gust walked away from that frustrated and Branch walked away with a giant crush. Branch is a bit dumb and couldn't think of a better way to get Gust's attention other than to jump out of the water and scare him or some Pop Trolls.

Funk: Gust had some problem that got him recommended to the Funk Trolls. Gust was a bit skeptical on fixing it with Funk Science rather than the good ol' fashioned way but he was pretty pleased with the solution Branch came up with. Both got crushes at the same time so Gust would come up with more problems that needed a Funk solution and Branch would keep offering new tech to Gust.

[ttttobistuff]

Another Believer…

A freezing, yet lovely night was ahead of everyone in the enchanting city of Welcome Home. It had finally arrived, homecoming day! With the preparations being finished, Sally observed from her spot in the clouds. Sitting at the top of the tree, just like a dazzling star, she cordially greeted her friends as they stepped through the door of Home. For what seemed to be an eternity, Sally kicked her feet around, in exasperation.

Hello there—she cheered as Eddie, whom she had been waiting for, turned the handle—Oh, Eddie, we can officially start!

Sally! How on earth did you get up there?—Cracking a grin, Eddie said—I was worried, I couldn’t seem to find you all anywhere…

As the good mailman approached the living room, he could feel a friendly ambiance hugging him. Just as he crossed the line between the entrance and the main room, a familiar face emerged, just as the sun peaks upon the tall hills.

Mr. Dear, you took your time to arrive!—Spoke, as gracefully as always, Frank—We all hoped for your safe arrival, no celebration is a proper one without every guest

While his mouth moved, Eddie could not help it but stare into his tremendously soft cheeks. Have they always been so reddish and…delightful? The poor red-haired man was driven mad when a soft hand caressed his cheek. Mr. Dear melted away into Frank’s touch, being a lovely mess. All until a voice dragged him out of such a heavenly place…

Pack it up, lovebirds—yelled Barnaby, from the other side of the room—Let’s start this, I cannot wait to taste my mama’s eggnog

Nervously chuckling, Eddie apologised and the party went on. This mailman was for sure exhausted from so much worrying…he needed a quick rest on the couch! As he sat down, he felt his tensed body start slipping away. Not much, but enough for him to let a sigh slip away from his lips. What else could he ever wish for? It was homecoming, everyone he cherished was celebrating, and he had one of the most traditional meals: a single pea on a plate.

A single green dot, in such a big white space.

…

His guts began wrenching, twisting and turning. Ice cold sweat rolled its way down his throat. Lungs almost bursting, it felt as if they were getting pulped into nothing but gubbins. Drenched in red, the world seemed too suffocating. Everything was submerged in a certain gloom, only a pair of eyes could light up. His chest went up and down aggressively, without a rest in between.

Oh, Eddie! What would we do without you, sweetheart…—Spoke, softly and gently, Poppy—Dear? Do you hear me?

With no apparent response, Eddie could only help but pant and whine softly. His nails, barely holding within their blood, grasping hardly the couch’s edge. At this, Frank knew he required some space. He acted rapidly, and told Poppy he was just a bit…tired. As they were left alone, he placed himself in front of his dearest and held his shoulders.

Mr. Dear? What’s wrong?—Mr. Frankly seemed genuinely worried, noticing all symptoms of sickness—Please, speak to me…

Softly speaking made Eddie snap out of it. Taking a big breath, he looked up and blinked a few times. As he looked around, he took a hand to his face and dried his own sweat. Ultimately, he looked upon Frank.

I…—Eddie spoke, almost in whispers—saw it.

Mr. Dear, I think it’s appropriate to go home now—Mr. Frankly told the man who was facing him—You are definitely not in conditions to be here!

Frank made sure to let someone know about them leaving, only in case they asked. Then, they left silently without people noticing, except Barnaby who they had told. Eddie could hardly walk properly, stumbling at every step or so, his lover was tremendously worried.

After analysing the situation, Frank was forced to take Eddie to his home since it was the closest. As expected, they arrived in a matter of minutes. Thankfully, the house was warm and Eddie felt a little bit better than before. Yet, he still was containing himself…

Mr. Dear, what happened back in Home?—Frank spoke softly, while hanging his coat and taking Eddie’s too—Is it stress? Working seven days must be affecting your immune system! That’s right…high levels of constant stress could-

Frank—Said Eddie, roughly—something’s very wrong inside that house. Well, not inside but beneath it…

No stutters, no doubts. Frank knew Eddie was not joking around with him, and it sent shivers down his spine.

W-what do you mean?—Shaking voice came out of Frank’s throat, unable to stay calm

His eyes, he was slowly drowning me–Eddie said, in a quite paranoid voice–You’ve got to believe me, please

As tension built up between them, Frank knew this was going to end up wrong…they should not be talking about this. Not so close to him.

Stop, I beg you—A grey hand covered Eddie’s lips? Preventing him to speak any further about the situation.—You…I cannot do this without you.

Confusion striked Eddie, the numbness from the homecoming incident had completely vanished by now. All that was left were some terrorising memories, almost as vivid nightmares. He was too stressed to even stop and think, for him, it was too late. Frank’s hand slipped off, Eddie’s tongue too.

For the love of God, Mr. Dear—Started, Frank—quit this!

I refuse, please hear me!—Loudly said, by Eddie in distress—What I saw…

…What was it?—asked, perhaps unfortunately, Frank—What did you see?

The bellow.—Eddie said it with confidence, believing in what he saw.

I beg you, Mr. Dear, sit down and calm yourself.—Frank caressed once again his face, his thumb going in circles—Stay with me.

Few moments of silence, a hoaxed peace.

No! Give me just one more chance, one more glance…—The mailman approached Mr. Frankly’s chest—And I will make of you another believer.

Frank’s silence was the last drop needed for the water to spill. Eddie’s hands stopped holding onto him, and his legs began moving towards the door. Without a second thought, he ran away, leaving Frank all alone.

Eddie ran, as fast as he could. His legs failed around fifteen minutes later, making him trip and fall to the ground. It was then when he realised…he had never seen this side of the neighbourhood. Was this forest always here?

Before his question could be answered, a strange object seemed to impact his head from a blind spot. Before passing out, he observed a rather familiar silhouette looming over his barely conscious body.

Such eyes, shining bright in the night, could only belong to one person.

…

What are we gonna do now?—Frank spoke, feeling guilt twist his guts.

(Based upon newest hidden video-03/24)

[justenjoythegossip]

PR ANTICS PART 1: Team Real/Team PR's tactics, the use of haters in a PR strategy and the purpose it serves

Team Real and Team PR: 2 sides of the same coin pursuing the same objective

I have already defined who “team PR” and “team Real” blogs were in my pinned post. You can check it out if you want.

Their disrespectful, condescending and downright insulting tone is usually a good enough hint to recognize those plants whose purpose is to push certain narratives. But they actually are two sides of the very same coin, as they pursue the same objective even if they sometimes use opposing strategies. Each side is meant to “gain the upper hand” at some point, before the other gains ground again. And so forth. By using the oldest trick in the book that is the good old divide and conquer tactics, their goal is to distract from the truth, drive more traffic and keep people’s engagement to a maximum. Although, I do suspect people’s patience might very well be wearing thin at this point. 

Why do people (still) give them the benefit of the doubt…

I have already explained how each Team has lost any credibility at this point. However, both have gotten away with it and sometimes even continues to do so thanks to two things: 

They sometimes have legitimate information that could only come from Chris’ or Abba’s team (a Team Real blog had the exclusive for Chris and Abba’s wedding with Renner and Hemsworth’ presence for ex)

They sometimes point out obvious lies coming from the other team

Those two things still provide them with an audience that listens to their wild speculation or blatant lies, as people keep hoping they will catch a glimpse of the truth or get the ultimate evidence that they are looking for, as it will prove them right.   

Similar and opposing strategies used by either Team

Each Team uses a nice mix of actual facts, real observations, speculation, lies, hateful comments and trolling. And both of them show no sign of actual integrity and keep attacking other people who have an opinion that differs from them.

I was recently attacked by one of those Team Real blogs in my private DM who wrote to me and I quote: “Chris and Alba are married! I know someone who works with his sisters and their marriage is real.” But as I said, I know for a fact that Chris and Abba are exclusively PR because my mailman’s third cousin removed is best friends with someone who knows the assistant of Chris’ mother’s dermatologist. I am obviously joking. I am not privy to any private information but you get the point… 

The inclusion of haters in PR tactics…

It’s important to note that trolls and haters are part of the strategy used by a PR team. Those hate accounts basically work as a controlled opposition. They can serve various purposes. First of all, they can work as bait to get a pulse of what some people might really think of someone, of their RS, of their actions etc. They can also help shape a narrative or help discredit one.

For example, when certain mods called Chris a groomer or a pedophile for dating Abba, they were achieving two things. First they were selling that those two are a real couple. But also by voicing such a false and extremist opinion, they help discredit any kind of concern the public might have looking at them. Indeed, the age difference between them is pretty vast but the optics are even worse given that she looks like a teenager. Some of those mods miraculously became shippers afterwards, which is another sign of them being plants placed here to sell a narrative, whatever that may be and using whatever strategy they see fit. 

Also, if my memory serves me correctly, a hate twitter account got the exclusive for the infamous Walt Disney pics and then claimed they got those pictures via Chris’ sister’s private account. If you actually believe that… It is much more realistic to believe that this account was fed those pics or is actually working for their team. But I am speculating of course. 

The alleged hate relationship between the two and how it helps Chris’ image…

There were hints and breadcrumbs that were designed to help sell the narrative that Chris and Abba actually hate one another. The pictures of them on the stairs after their first papwalk were comically bad and Buzzfeed threw actual shade with their “romance” headline. His mother liked a tweet calling her a racist. Her best friend and soulmate liked a tweet calling Chris “a cheap version of Leo but without the talent”. Of course, Chris and Abba might dislike one another. Or… this could also have been manufactured as well. We will never know for sure.

But what we do know is that this narrative helped achieve a couple of things. First it kept the discourse between Team Real and Team PR very much alive. Because how real can they be if they hate one another? 

But it also helped save Chris’ image with the people who are aware of her problematic stuff. If his fans actually believed that he really fell in love with a Nazi sympathizing yacht girl, he wouldn’t have many fans left. So this narrative served not only as damage control, but also helped him gain sympathy from the people who pay close attention. How sad is it that he is forced to be in a PR RS with a girl he hates? Poor Chris!

I personally think they don’t like one another. He has done the absolute minimum to sell this and his whole demeanor point to it. But again who knows?

I will share more of my thoughts on those PR tactics in my next posts.  

[marsabillions]

I would love to hear more about those Mary headcanons 👀

OUGGGGHHHH Whenever i get asks i zip and buzz around excitedly like a cicada anygays

Mary Macdonald

She was born in Scotland and grew up the youngest of five and the only girl. Her mother was a schoolteacher and her father was a mailman and she’s very close with both of them. Her family is also made up of practicing Presbyterians so her dad nearly passed away when she got her letter to Hogwarts lol

Mary was awkward and shy as a young kid. She was pretty alienated at her boarding school, mostly spending her time hanging out with her brothers or flipping through plays she found at the local library. She was like that at Hogwarts for her first two years which is how she met Pandora (they were both the “quiet kids” that sat next to each other) but then she met Lily and that all shifted. It was like befriending Lily, and later Marlene, kicked Mary’s brain into overdrive. She’d been so deprived of typical platonic relationships in her early childhood that finally feeling the rush of being close to others unlocked a new lifelong goal: that no matter where she was, at any time, Mary would always be wanted.

After 12, Mary just started to let loose. She quickly became a de-facto ‘popular girl’ but that was mostly because people just liked her because shes so personable. When you meet Mary, you feel like you’ve known each other for 10 years. It’s like she really sees you. That paired with just how bright she is (both physically and literally), it just draws ppl in

Mary’s biggest fear is being alone ough sorry abt that girl. It’s unbearable for her, physically painful even. It’s why she hangs out in crowds, dates around, attempts to connect with anyone she meets. Being Black and muggleborn, she’s kind of on hard-mode and she can get desperate. She’s 100% willing to put herself in harm’s way in order to not feel isolated.

Like I mentioned, she dates around but I don’t necessarily think she has a lot of sex. Mary cares about sex because of the intimacy of it, it’s a physical way to make her feel bonded to someone. But ultimately she cares about love way more. Mary loves feeling in love. The thrill of it, the suspense, how it makes her feel like the floor is ripped out from under her. She’s addicted to feeling cherished and desired by another person in that way, she relentlessly chases after it. But the thing is, Mary might love being in love, but she doesn’t love dating so ultimately most of the relationships fall through.

She and Sirius dated during 5th year and it was her first serious (ha) relationship

When Mary was a little kid she wanted to be a Shakespearean actress and as a teenager she wanted to be a radio host. She ultimately ends up a receptionist.

Very, very high feminine. Loves mixing muggle and wizard fashions together while wearing big 70s hair and makeup. Makes her feel like the hottest shit alive.

Mary is bisexual but for most of her life she doesn’t know that’s what’s happening if that makes sense? She’ll have an extremely un-heterosexual thought about Marlene or Pandora and mistake it for regular friendly affection. And maybe she’ll do the whole “well everyone thinks women are so beautiful anyways :)) i love them sooo platonically” even when thinking abt certain girls makes her go hot. Deffo a thing she figures out in adulthood, probably in her 30s, where she has to go ‘yeah that was a pretty gay thing to do Macdonald’.

She’s uninterested in most politics and has absolutely no interest in martyring herself in a war. This is where she and Lily butt heads a lot. Lily thinks Mary is self-obsessed and frivolous for refusing to join the Order while Mary sees Lily as a pretentious, self-righteous warmonger.

Problem solving and public speaking whiz while also being EXTREMELY non-confrontational

[mensajeroseis]

what do you mean the game where every major faction is clinging to remnants of the past and the urge to keep the status quo in their respective societies, that will just keep them in an ever suffering ouroboros till they sputter out into their own destruction…ultimately did not get their futures saved/changed by a mailman or a dubious robot that was created by a guy in checkered gingham suit who wanted to be House 2.0.

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Where My Demons Hide (A Zak Bagans Story) Pt. 2

Requested By: @goth-cowgirl-03

WARNINGS: Language

Notes: Unlike the first part this is pure FLUFF. Like no joke.

Zakkk: I’m sorry Y/N. I need time.

Zakkk: I think u do too.

That was the last text Zak had sent me since that night. It’s been only a month but the radio silence made it feel like a lifetime.

I explained to him what had happened the night before… How he was attacked and… and I thought I helped him… I told him how we ended up in bed together, and how, as it turns out, he was possessed the entire time he’d made love to me.

He quickly got dressed and went for a walk. While he was gone I got dressed, eliminated the buzz killing dickwad who was still lingering in the room and walked back to my room with the heavy weight of shame on my shoulders.

Now as I lay in my bed not wanting to get up, I sigh and put my phone back on the bedside table. As soon as I did a wave of nausea hit me full force and I darted to the bathroom. Once I kneeled over the toilet there was no stopping it. Looking at it you would think I’d thrown up every meal I’d had for the past week.

Empty of sustinence I flushed the toilet and sat down beside it to catch my breath. As I did my hand went up to my stomach to give it a much needed massage. My hand froze though when I touched myself. I looked down and gasped. The entire area between my hips was swollen, not dramatically so but enough to be noticeable. “Not possible…” I whispered. But once I felt the slightest nudge against my hand I knew…

“UNCLE LUCI YOU PIECE OF SHI-!” I was cut off by the sound of my doorbell. I groaned and pulled myself up.

As I made my way to my room to get my robe I sent a silent prayer to my father.

Uncle Luci did it. The Big A is on its way.

I threw my robe on and ran downstairs, sashing it as I did.

I looked through the peep hole not expecting to see anyone important; maybe the mailman, or Amazon. Instead of them though, Zak stood on my doorstep. Fucking great.

I sighed and opened the door. “Hey,” I greeted him.

“Hey, um, are you feeling okay?”

“Do I look that shitty?”

“Well, yeah, kind of…”

“Awesome,” I said unenthusiastically. “Um, is there something you wanted?”

“Um, I just wanted to talk but if you’re not up to it-”

“I was about to call you anyway,” I said stepping aside.

He stepped inside and started towards the living room. I followed close by but froze when a voice caught my attention.

Who is the mother?

“Y/N? You alright?” I held up a finger and pointed upward. A signal he grew to know very well.

They put him in me.

And the vessel father?

He’s standing right in front of me.

“Sorry about that, dad and I needed to have a very urgent chat,” I said.

“Should we be worried?” Zak asked.

“Not if we do things right,” I said. “Which is why I was gonna call you.”

“And here I was about to talk about, well, that night… I guess that can wait though.”

“Actually it has exactly to do with what happened that night,” I said before undoing the knot on my robe. “Try not to panic, okay? Neither of us could’ve seen this coming…”

“Seen wha-” I cut him off by opening my robe exposing my belly. “THE FUCK?!”

“I told you not to panic,” I said. “Fear is the last thing either of us should feel right now.”

“I-I mean is it mine? The fuck am I thinking of course it is,” Zak buried his head in his hands.

“It’s only partially yours,” I explained. “The human part is very much you. It also has bit of me, and a part of the demon that put it in here.” Zak’s head shot up.

“Demon?” I nodded.

“For eons his kind had gone by one name,” I held my stomach and tears erupted from my eyes. “Antichrist.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Zak muttered. “Does this mean...did… did we just end the fucking world?”

“No,” I whispered. “Well, I mean we basically puts it fate in our hands. If we do things right he will grow to be the most powerful being on this planet but he won’t be evil. If we fuck up though…”

“It will be the ultimate fuck up,” Zak finished. “And there’s nothing we can do right now, you know like an abortion or..?”

“He’s growing too fast and even if we did they would only try again with someone else,” I said. “I’m not the only Nephilim in the world remember?”

The shock wouldn’t leave Zak’s face. I walked over to the couch where he was and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry you’re involved in this…” He turned to me but didn’t say anything, hell he wouldn’t even look at me in the face, his eyes froze over the bump. Still staring he slowly reached out and placed his hand on my stomach. There was another nudge in response.

Zak gasped. “It really is growing fast. I take it we don’t have the normal nine months to prepare.”

“Nope,” I muttered.

His hand then fell from my stomach down to my hand. He took my hand in his and held it tight. “I’m with you every step of the way.” He said sounding like he was making a promise to himself, to me, and to his child. “I love you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anyone before… and evil or not I will love this baby for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too,” I whispered before Zak leaned in and enveloped my lips with his. Somehow this kiss felt different than the ones we shared that night. It was more warm, loving, and well… human.

After a while we pulled back and Zak just held me against him. “There’s something we have to do before anything else, though.”

“What?”

I looked up at him, smiling weakly. “How do you feel about getting married?”

[prinnamon]

alright fuck it, top 5 freeman's mind quotes/bits since i accidentally started keeping track of my favorite moments by virtue of the fact that i was basically live texting a friend exact quotes while i watched

5

"Is that..? Oh my God, it's a rocket launcher. The perfect gift for the man who has everything. Ohh. You and I are gonna go places. My mind is spinning with new possibilities. You are the first good news I've had all day." (picking up rockets) "Yes, I'll bring your friends…." (helicopter whirring) "Hark! Dost thou hear with thine ears what I hear with mine?" (equipping rocket launcher) "Interloper!…Have at thee!"

4

"So, worst case scenario, we're only talking brain cancer. I can live with that."

3

"You know, everyone's always told me that I'm paranoid and I need to calm down. But guess what? I'm alive. And everyone who said that is dead. That's the ultimate proof that someone doesn't know what they're talking about. 'Follow my advice and you'll die just like me! Huh-heh!' I have the US military spray-painting my name on a wall, setting laser traps, and firing a fucking rocket launcher at me, and people have the gall to call me paranoid. Fuck them! Fuck everybody! Anyone who doesn't listen to me deserves the fate they get! I should kill everyone just on principle!…See, this is what I'm talking about. 'Aliens aren't invading, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' 'The mailman's not spying on you, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' What else!? 'There's no society of anthropomorphic frog people living in the sewer, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' 'Owls can't read your thoughts, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' Bet you wouldn't call me paranoid now if you were still alive."

2

"You know, when they invented the atomic bomb, they were afraid it was going to catch the atmosphere on fire and burn up the whole earth, but they did it anyway. That took balls. Not us, though. The only people taking the risks were the ones that didn't understand them in the first place. We're not brave. We're just stupid."

and finally:

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I can fire at a target and hit it at least half the time Or graph out an electron path while using only numbers prime! I calculate the fall rate of a bullet shot a thousand yards And perforate the thick heads of a hundred military guards! I can make a simulation of an atom bomb and build one, too, Or flank a dozen men and ambush ten of them out of the blue! From SMGs to RPGs, I carry quite an arsenal… And skip around a warzone like a subatomic particle! Still no chorus! Okay, come on, sing and I won't kill you! ...Those of you that are left, I mean. Ah. Okay, there we go. Ahem. Every solider out here wants to kill me for my curiosity! I wage war on the whole damn world because of my tenacity! In matters combat tactical and physics theoretical, I am the very model of a modern Major-General! Alright, no one else is even trying to sing along. I quit.

my fuckin jaw dropped when he started singing and im pretty sure i clapped my hand over my mouth like a victorian woman when the new verses started. out of all pieces of media, i think freeman's mind was the one i least expected to have a musical episode. just for that it's the best one by far

[reevezs]

what popular cowboy archetype are you?

tagged by: stolen from @parvumchao

tagging: thieves

the clever kid

you have pretty much every odd job imaginable in town- from mailman to busboy you're always around and always listening. you've definitely mastered pickpocketing and have a knack for tricking adults into giving you money. you`re actually pretty funny and sweet if people push past your annoying exterior shield, and you have a lot of intelligent ideas and hiding places. you named yourself, on account of losing your parents before they could do so, and really just need a parental to grudgingly guide you through your coming of age adventure.

the true cowboy

you're the silhouette that turns folks' heads, with spurs that click when you walk upfront, you're a seemingly toughened individual, but you hold a heart of pure gold and an ultimately good soul. your backstory is long (and complicated), involving a lot of tragedy and trauma riddled with mistakes you cannot seem to escape from. you like to say you're a bad person, but when the situation calls for it. you're noble and deliver swift justice. you need love, and others, to show you that you're really not the person you thought you were, and that there is something good in the future for you.

[hockeyboysimagines]

Matthew and Hallie please for 6. “Now that I think about it. That was kind of hot” 😁😁😘😘

Anon, I think I’m in love with you. Thanks for this and thanks for being the first request!! I hope you enjoy this.

Matthew Tkachuk was a lot of things. Hot, kind, an excellent hockey player, the list could go on and on. But one thing he was more than literally anything else was INSANELY jealous.

And it didn’t take much to spark it.

In the beginning of his relationship with Hallie, he was jealous for absolutely no reason. And being as she wasn’t his girlfriend, he couldn’t do a single thing about it. Which is why he spent so much time pestering her, and taking up all her free time so she couldn’t meet any guys.

It was wrong and selfish of him, and sometimes he wondered if maybe that had ultimately forced her into being with him.

And then she would smile at him and he could see how much she loved him and he felt better, but it never lasted. He’d never considered himself and insecure person but he realized he actually didn’t know anything about himself.

During the peak of their relationship his jealousy was the worst it had ever been. He lived in constant fear and paranoia that someone, somewhere was going to come in, charm her and take her away and he’d be back to old Matthew, broken hearted over a girl like he said he never would be. And not just any girl. But THE girl.

And it didn’t matter who it was. The waiter at the restaurant, who was a little too friendly when taking her drink order. Had he not been a public figure he might have drowned him in that water.

The bartender. He didn’t miss the way he slid the drink across and didn’t charge her. Even the mailman had gotten under his skin, conveniently always catching Hallie at the mailbox of their shared apartment and chatting her up for 10 minutes. It would have been a shame if he “disappeared” on his mail route.

She could see it every time, the jealousy pouring out of his ears. She was gracious about it always, reassuring him that there was nothing to worry about. He felt dumb, but he was thankful she was so understanding.

He supposed he should feel more secure, knowing that they now had 2 children together, but if anything he felt even worse because now, not only was she the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, but even worse-

She was a MILF.

And sure he loved it, but so did everyone else and that was the problem. There was nothing hotter than a hot mom.

Living in Florida meant that his own personal “hot mom” spent a lot of time on the beach and in a bikini. He could see guys staring at her as she ran across the beach playing with Thomas, and he knew what they were thinking because of what he himself was thinking.

He was sitting next to Sam at the bar watching her waiting for her drink.

“From where I’m sitting you look like a stalker.”

“Good thing no one asked you what I looked like.”

“You need to get a grip dude.” Benny said chuckling “If Hallie wanted to leave you, she wouldn’t pick some random douche on the beach. She’d leave for someone smart, handsome and successful. Like myself.” He stroked his beard and smiled.

Matthew frowned at him “I don’t think you’d get too far once she looked at your face.”

“See? There’s the Chucky I know. Stop worrying. You gotta lighten up. For some reason I can never understand, Hallie seems to really love you.”

Matthew rolled his eyes and snorted “Yeah imagine that.”

Same looked up in thought for a minute and smiled “I can’t.”

“Shut up you dick.” But he was laughing. Sam always knew how to lighten the mood and make him laugh. But it faded out pretty quickly as a guy came to stand next to her and gave her a smile, looking like he wanted to rub the beer bottle in his hand all over Hallie’s exposed skin.

“Chucky no-!” Sam made to grab at him, but missed and nearly tipped his stool over as Matthew bolted from his spot.

Hallie felt him coming and instinctively moved over to block him as he crossed the floor of bar in long strides.

“So can I buy-“ the guy began to speak and then his attention averted from her to somewhere over her shoulder, expression going from confused to surprised.

“Yo Matthew Tkachuk! No way bro.” He pulled his sunglasses down and grinned “Your my favorite player. Man I remember watching you fight Justin Holl on leafs. You pounded that guy!”

“Oh shit yeah, you wanna see me do it again?” He said eyebrows furrowed, expression mocking the guys.

Hallie pursed her lips and bit back a laugh as the guys face registered confusion and then understanding as he glanced between them.

“Oh is this-you guys are oh. Oh okay.” He chuckled sheepishly and nodded “Well sorry about that, my bad. Enjoy your evening, Go cats!” He held up a fist and turned, making his way through the crowd.

He glanced at Hallie who had faced him now and was giving him a small smile with her eyebrows raised.

“Sorry, I’m an idiot I know. That was dumb-“

“It was. Are you ever going to realize that I’m not leaving you for anyone?”

“I hope so. You aren’t mad at me are you?”

“No Matty I’m not. Now that I think about it, that was kind of hot.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. He was surprised, expecting her to chew him out like she usually did, but wasn’t complaining.

“You do? I mean of course you do.”

“How about you take me home?” She said pressing a kiss to the side of his neck “I’ll show you how hot I think it was.”

[morbidology]

On April 17, 1994, Mika Kalevi Muranen, a 23-year-old conscript in the Finnish army, returned to the Hamina barracks following a brief holiday. Instead of resuming his regular duties, he absconded with an assault rifle from the barracks and journeyed to his hometown of Kota.

Upon arriving, he proceeded to his family's home, where he retrieved his crossbow and tragically ended the lives of his two neighbors, 53-year-old Reino Vulkko and his 54-year-old wife, Sirkka Vulkko. On April 19, he fatally shot 45-year-old mailman Matti Olli. Subsequently, he fled into the nearby woods, accompanied by his family dog, as the police initiated a relentless pursuit.

A harrowing firefight ensued between Muranen and the pursuing law enforcement officers. In the midst of the confrontation, the police, armed with submachine guns, shot Muranen's dog. Ultimately, Muranen was apprehended after sustaining a gunshot wound to the shoulder. He faced a litany of charges, including three counts of murder, eight counts of attempted murder, and three counts of attempted manslaughter. Consequently, he received a life imprisonment sentence.

In Finland, individuals sentenced to life imprisonment become eligible for parole consideration after serving 12 years. In September 2014, after spending two decades behind bars, Mika Muranen was released from prison. During his incarceration, he underwent training to become a lumberjack and expressed his earnest desire to reintegrate into society and lead a semblance of a normal life.

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@irhabiya hey i think the mailman sent this to the wrong address. pretty sure its meant for u

[dayurno]

darling, have you any kevjeanthea thoughts to spare? i've been going insane since i found out jean was thea's puppy and also their Mailman. i'm in need of your wisdom rn.

<3 (@stabbyfoxandrew)

OF COURSE hello darling aerie i hope you're doing well also you know exactly what you're doing referring to jean as thea's puppy don't you. i think i hauve covid....

as of right now i have two ideas which are not really that distinct but cause me great amusement... first i thought about established pro era kevthea and jean ending up in the same team as them (possibly the olympics?) while being a trainwreck himself and kevthea immediately taking him under their wing :) this is like the standard aftg poly fic scenario and i fall for it all the time because it's so GOOD. i think at first kevin's the one who's kind of laying it heavy on jean because he's worried he might do something stupid but thea is ultimately the one drawing jean by the back of his neck and being like you're acting ridiculous. live with us. and he does... AND THEN OF COURSE the evergreen offer of a threesome, the unbearable tension, the constant mistaking of jean as either kevin's or thea's boyfriend, being so close it gets inappropriate. the perfect culmination i think would be a night where they actually do sleep together and jean wakes up under kevin and thea like what the fuck just happened

AND I DONT THINK THEY EVER TALK ABOUT IT. or like define terms. or even boundaries. but it happens and its there and jean is just casually added to their every activity like hes always been there in the first place :) i think theres something just so fun about a dynamic like that for poly ships sorry sorry sorry. jean thinks he's a single man until it's christmas 2011 and he's having dinner with thea's family

my Other idea was well of course the nest-era moment. i was thinking thea has a the boy is mine moment with jean until she realizes that jean has a crush on her too and she's Very flustered about it because it's definitely not what she expected would happen out of this situation. i don't know if it'd change much about canon but i think itd make the scene where kevin takes thea to see jean in tkm very tense >:3 and you know how she was like should i come back? to kevin i think they could do something similar for jean like. finish usc. get a little better. and then we'll come back for you. and they do :3