#and that one ending where the dude time travels into the past to save his pals from doom only to be scolded for his poor choices instead

[deus-ex-mona]

[peterspinkrobe]

Miguel, Noir, Peter B x A new spider recruit (F)

Rating/Tags: M for MATURE. 18+. Adult content henceforth. 🔞Three p’s and one v. P in V. Fellatio. Some spanks. Assplay (no anal penetration). Voyeurism. Light bondage. Cunnilingus. Overstimulation (it’s 3 v 1 y’all idk what else is expected). Bodily fluids. Dirty talk makes up most of the dialogue. The dudes do some stuff too. ❤️ Aftercare ❤️ one shot

A/N: I got the prompt from this tweet and wanted to give back to the artist who requested it. There is Spanish in this fic - the artist helped me with the translations soooo much as well and I am forever grateful.😭 English translations at the end. This is my first smut piece, okay? So go easy on me. There is a smidge of plot if you’re really looking for it - I know I put it somewhere around here…

Summary: New recruit for the Spider Society finds herself in a sticky situation with three mentor spideys.

Word Count: 4,660

I’m gonna stfu now and let you read some filth. As always, let me know what you think and thanks for reading.

A dim, neon orange glow emitted from various screens in the large office. Sounds of connecting flesh and obscenities bounce off the walls and echo towards the high ceilings. The new recruit for the elite Spider Society found herself tangled in a particularly intense training that definitely wasn’t in the recruit handbook.

This particular lady spider, from her own universe, traveled through space and time to become a better protector of her neighborhood. She wasn’t sure how these exercises could possibly translate into her line of work saving lives, but she knew exactly how she’d gotten into this position. Well, one of many she’d already been put into.

It was her silly quips. The downfall of most in the Spider Society. The new spider showed a lot of progress in the short time they’d been recruited and had been tasked to go on a mission with the big boys.

It was easy work, the more matured spiders swinging and kicking ass effortlessly. Their personalities shown through in their fighting styles

Peter was loud about it. Of course. Screaming war cries and hitting hard, but holding back. Using insults to hit ‘em where it really hurts a villain: their ego. Miguel seemed cat-like, pouncing and clawing. An occasional roar of frustration would burst through his gritted fangs. Noir was stealthy, and silently snuck up on unsuspecting suspects. His dialect from past times confused the new spider more than Miguel’s Spanish, but it sounded ‘snazzy’ either way.

After wrapping up the mission, the four of them exchanged normal post-fight banter. It was one phrase that made the men stop in their attacks:

I could take all three of you at once.

She’d inadvertently added a qualification to her spoken resume and they were putting it to the test.

The room spun around the dizzy spider trying to steady herself on the large couch cushions. It was in vain, though, for she wasn't going anywhere the hands on her body didn’t make her go. She was stuffed and didn’t think she could hold anything else inside her. Even air. She resorted to the shallow gasps that her body involuntarily released in brief moments of reprieve and breathing through her nose when possible. She moans a string of different names barely recognizable through the mumbling and spit coming out her mouth. Not to mention Peter B’s cock slipping between her lips, a lazy, languid pump into her mouth as his hand caresses her hair. He’d pull out when she tapped on his thigh twice or he wanted to see the strands of saliva droop from his swollen tip connecting to her puffy lips.

“Hey,” Peter’s voice is sweet in juxtaposition to their lewd position, “look at me”. His other hand cupped her chin and pulled her face to look up at him. His slender fingers moving to the side of her face, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. His baby blues watching as her face pushes into his palm from the force behind her.

“Our little spider looks so good like this, doesn’t she?” Peter B was a talker in bed. Duh. The man was a talker in general. His words, no matter how filthy, came out casual and playful. “Taking the both of us so well in her pretty holes.” The vulgarity mixed with the free and easy tone made her pussy squeeze around Miguel’s cock, causing a quick strike on her bent over ass. The stinging cheek was immediately pawed by his large hands.

“Mhmm..” Miguel grunted, not much for words in the bedroom. His sexual language involved less talking and more touching, spanking, and grabbing. “Está apretadito…riquísimo…” When he did speak, he slipped into his native tongue because his mind slipped too. No time for translation as he drove himself into her, hands grabbing her hips. “me vuelves loco” he panted.

His large hands grabbed her ass, making her moan again up at Peter. He thumbs her wet folds and grips tightly - watching as she stretched out on his thick dick with each thrust of his hips. One of his thumbs ghosts across her other puckered hole, rubbing her own slick across the tight entrance.

“Te voy a comer ese culo.” Before she can form any sort of protest, Miguel pulls out without warning. The sudden emptiness made her clench on air and push back against him as a complaint. His hands never left her body and he let her push herself back onto his tongue. She cried out in surprise and pleasure as Miguel hardened his tongue and licked into her dripping pussy. The tongue was quickly replaced by two calloused fingers that pumped and spread inside her already fucked out cunt. His lips latched around the tight pucker of her ass, tongue swirling. Her breathing ragged as the little spider moaned against the bushel of hair above Peter’s still long cock. All she could do was press her face against his belly and arch her back.

“Ooooh, no, you don’t get to have all the fun, Miggy.” Peter chuckled, fucking chuckled down at her as he continued petting her hair. He slipped his thumb into her mouth and he smiled sweetly when she wrapped her lips around the finger. She couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out her throat as she slobbered on his inquisitive thumb that rubbed the inside of her cheek.

The mouth attached to her released only to growl against her sticky flesh, “Shut up, Peter.”

The giggle upset Miguel; here he was eating ass and she was paying more attention to the skinny nerd at her front. He added another finger and grazed his sharp teeth against the sensitive skin. Shivers shot up her spine and she rolled her eyes in pleasure and annoyance.

Only one coherent thought formed in her hazed mind: the grown ass man we’re even competitive in the bedroom.

Peter didn’t shut up.

“Hey, Noir,” Peter casually tossed the words to the side but kept his gaze on the flushed face and closed eyes that pressed against him. His heavy lidded gaze grazed along the curvy body beneath him as the spider in training rode Miguel’s tongue. He brushed away sweaty strands stuck to her forehead so he could see her pretty lashes. “You ever gonna get in on this? Or are you just going to keep watching from over there?”

Shame had almost escaped the woman stuck between getting rocked and a hard place. She’d taken the tip of the chatterbox’s cock back into her mouth and that silenced him momentarily.

She looked over at the black-clad figure she’d almost forgotten with her lips pouting over the redden head of his friend. He hadn’t made a sound this entire time. Embarrassment eked into her already flushed cheeks as she imagined what a scandalous sight she was to the spider from days gone by.

The man seated on the chair opposite the couch was dangling his arms over bent knees. Noir was still masked, one of the few Spidermen to actually try and maintain a secret identity, and the charcoal colored mask looked from one end of her to the other. He was staring intently at her face at one point, the protruding eye sections reflecting their bodies moving on the couch.

Noir then approached the spread spider and adjusted the protruding lenses of his masked eyes as if they were gasses. His head tilted in intrigue as he heard the deplorable slurping sounds from both ends of her body.

He brings his head to hers, Peter’s cock is inches from his face but he ignores it to intently watch the way her lips wrap around the other Spider-Man’s fingers.

“How ya doin’, buttercup?” His husky voice breathes into her ear. She can’t muster a response other than a shaky nod of her bobbing head and sputters of mewls. The swiping of Miguel’s tongue and approving praise from Peter took up too much of her mind space to formulate any sort of actual reply.

Noir sighed, almost like he was unsatisfied with the reply. He stood and put his hands on hips.

“Fellas… call me old fashioned, but” he glanced at the two men who seemingly ignored the grayscale spider’s intrusion, “You’re both doing this wrong if you’re really tryin’ to shake the shingles off this shack.”

The weird wording made the bundle of naked spiders freeze and lift an eyebrow in unison. Miguel pulled away from her ass and pussy and Peter did the same with the fingers in her mouth. She would’ve buckled had she not been pancaked.

“What the hell do you mean I’m doing this wrong?” Miguel and Peter both responded, offended. The breathless spider couldn’t see the exchange of winks and grins that happened because they were still smushed against Peter’s tummy.

“Hands, legs.” Noir instructed and the trapped spider found themselves pulled up and pressed firmly against Miguel’s chest with their hands clasped together. His large hand grabbed her ankle, a single claw grazing the thin skin there. Another muscled arm snaked around her waist and held her. His strong back supported their bodies against the plush arm of the couch.

She groaned when she realized Peter had slipped a web shooter on and had used them to hold her hands together. Another quick spurt from the smirking man made her arms stick loosely to her chest, just in case. He was always so careful.

But she didn’t mind being confined as long as someone would fucking touch her.

A tiny yelp makes Peter giggle in his relaxed position sitting on the couch head propped against the wall- taking a momentarily step back, but not taking his eyes off the spider caught up in their web.

Noir had snuck in front of her and had his face inches from hers. When Miguel felt her flinch in his grip he huffed a chuckle.

“You both were forgetting to press buttons.” Noir’s fingers cupped the underside of her exposed tits and he flicked his gloved thumbs over her nipples. He was maneuvering skillfully around the bound limbs.

More moans came out, she was finally getting these new set of hands on her. He went to pull up his mask and she kept her eyes glued to his face to finally see what he looked like.

Slate-gray skin was beginning to peek from the curling of the mask, but he shined a wicked gray and pearly white grin when he kept the mask just above his nose. He’d only exposed his jawline and lips, but it was enough to make the little spider’s breath hitch.

His unmasked mouth wrapped around one of her perked nipples and kept pinching the other between his fingers. The gentle sucking sounds made her quiver.

Noir then moved so he was crouched right between her legs, covered eyes taking in the sight of her drip. She noticed his passionate gaze even behind the mask and spread her legs to allow a better view. This earned a grunt in her ear from Miguel who pressed his still hard cock into her back, a soft coo from Peter watching who continued petting her hair, and an approving smile from the striking inky gradient enigma of a man before her.

“Oh, what a piece of honey…” Noir continued in his near century old slang. He took a gloved finger and ran it along the gooey length of her folds, the delicious stripe of friction on her pussy lips made her buck her hips. He stuck the wet finger in his mouth and sucked the leather. “Taste good, sweet spider. Makes me wanna take a bite out of your pretty donut.”

Her eyes roll back at the flattery and Noir speaks again, addressing the two other men, “You forgot a crucial component, pals… the rose bud.”

His tongue instantly found the flower he mentioned and she saw stars. Her clit had been untouched at this point. Not that everything up to this point hadn’t been fucking amazing, but the way the skillful mouth below her expertly tongued and suckled her neglected clitoris made her writhe and wail in ecstasy.

Thank god Lyla had been disconnected because there could be no recording of the blubbering mess the tasty spider became with Noir’s mouth attached to her pussy.

With all the teasing, pounding, and sucking beforehand, the stimulation of the bud of nerves between her legs brought her close to the edge within moments. Noir looked back up at her face and his tongue poked out his sinful smile. He could tell by the way she started thrashing in Miguel’s hold that she was about to crack her marbles. He lapped at her drooling pussy eagerly.

Miguel hissed through gritted teeth at his painfully hard cock. He situated his large body by squatting on the leg closest to the corner of the couch while the other planted firmly on the ground. He grabbed himself and lined it up with the flailing spider in his arm. His other hand came from its grip around her ankle just to grip on her hip. “Fuck, hold still.” Miguel’s tip pushed against her trying to find the spider’s slick slit. It grazed Noir’s chin and neck but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he grabbed Miguel’s dick and guided it into that sticky honey pot. He focused more on the clit as Miguel pumped inside her. Miguel’s moans were loud in her ear with the combined sensation of the tight wetness and Noir’s tongue ghosting the top and sides of his driving dick.

Peter watched in awe, his mouth agape at the alluring sight below him. His hand had a hard hold around the base of his cock, as he squeezed more precum seeped out his blushed tip. He moaned at the sight of Miguel’s cock drilling into the tight pussy and the sounds from the fucked spider as Noir’s mouth encased her clit. Much like Noir, Peter’s tingles were telling him she was close.

“You want to cum for us? You should…” Peter asked and suggested in his playful tone. His oral affixation was apparent as he thumbed the inside of her mouth again. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

“Quiero que te vengas en mi verga, arñita”, Miguel grumbled into her ear.

“Mmhmmm.” Noir tried to concur, but his mouth was a little busy. The vibration of his voice against her clit and all three men urging her brought her to that high place.

She cried out their names in no particular order just whatever came out first. She gyrated her shaking body down on Miguel’s pounding cock and Noir’s tongue. Miguel’s movements became feverish causing Noir to pull back, giving her clit some space to breathe after the oral abuse. Peter moved his hand to Miguel’s hair and pulled his head back to look at his face, reminding him to go easy on that pretty push. It was hard for he was nearing his own orgasm, but he slowed to a more delicate pace. The convulsion of her cumming cunt around his cock was too good to pull out of just yet, but Noir spoke out breathlessly.

“I gotta get a taste of this cookie, boss.” He pleaded with the man who currently had her in his grasp. She should’ve hated how they were talking like she wasn’t there at times but she was riding her high and couldn’t be bothered to bicker. She stared through half-lidded, glazed over eyes as Noir pawed the tent in his pants.

“Did you stretch her out for me?” Noir asked as he undid his pants buckle and released a grayish cock as long as Peter’s and as thick as Miguel’s. She moaned as she was coming down from the clouds, eagerly wanting to try this new toy.

Miguel huffed and quickly wrapped his arms under her knees and lifted her effortlessly. His cock rudely pulled out of her and he spread her legs so that Noir could get a better view of the contracting, messy hole. Peter craned his neck so he could see as well.

“Such a pretty pussy…” he said to no one in particular from his perch. He had started pumping his cock as he watched her orgasm.

Noir admired the site up close and licked the fucked out hole causing the spider to shake. She was blushing from all the eyes and attention on her in her exposed state, but they were all looking in amazement.

She pouted and when Noir saw both sets of her puckered lips he wasted no time placing the thick tip of his uncut cock at the gaping entrance of her gooey hole.

“Now, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to tell me if it’s too much, but I think you can handle it. You’re going to do that again for me.” He pushed himself into her full flush easily with the help of Miguel’s propped arms holding her up. Her mouth formed a silent scream and she tossed her head back when he picked up the speed.

Miguel moaned and his still hard cock pressed against her ass cheeks in this position. “Que culo..” he mused as he slid his cock to line up with the wet folds of her cheeks. He started slowly fucking between her cheeks until his tip hit Noir’s pumping cock.

“Oh, fuuuck, baby girl..” Peter admired her body as he picked up the pace on his own strokes. “Can you take another? Please?”

He begged as he brought his cock back to her lips, biting his bottom lip hard and groaning when, instead of replying, she desperately took him into her mouth, eager to be completely full.

Peter thought he had the best seat in the house with his dick in her mouth and the sight of Noir and Miguel ravaging her body. He talked more and more as he got closer to cumming.

“You’re taking us so good. Such a good girl. You should see yourself. Look so sexy when you’re filled up.”

Noir kept his speed and force consistent when he surprised the spider again by rubbing his thumb just above her clit. He captured her lips with his own and she breathed her heavy moans into his mouth.

She was back to struggling for air with most of her holes plugged. Miguel’s thickness running between her legs offered a new feeling of friction while Noir’s length was taking some getting used to. Peter didn’t move his hips in caution of overwhelming the overloaded woman taking him in her mouth so well.

“Cum for me. Again.” He gently urged. The three other spiders all moaned in unison at Noir’s word for they were all on their brink. He chuckled, “all of you. Let’s fill this baby up.”

The idea of filling her pussy up with his load made Miguel’s hips snap quickly until he was spilling all over her ass, pussy lips, and leaking onto Noir. The thumb on her clit and the sounds of the man below her brought her back over the edge again. The pornographic imagery, sounds of a heated Miguel, the alluring control Noir had over them, and the split spider’s orgasms brought him to his own climax. He tried to pull out her mouth but she wrapped her lips around him tightly and he cried out as he came. He was talking again in seconds.

“Fuuuck, so sexy.. taking it all in like that.”

Noir took it all in with a grin. Feeling Miguel’s sipperly spunk mixing with the delicious drool he was driving into. A little bit of Peter B’s butter spilled out of the split spider’s mouth and Noir swiped at it with his gloved thumb before presenting it to her to suck on. The sounds only encouraged him to pump harder. “I wanna paint this cabin, doll. Can I?”

Noir tapped gently on the bundle of nerves that were on fire with the question, causing the spread spider to spaz in the hold of the three others.

The spent spider thought nothing, only felt. Sensation was the only presence in her consciousness as Miguel slid his slowly shrinking dick between her thighs and plump cheeks. Peter’s praise echoed from one ear to the other making her blush more than the promiscuous positions she’d been put in this evening.

He had her right where he wanted her - how he’d been picturing her since he met her for the first time: Whimpering and shaking on the verge of implosion.

Noir’s imagination painted an inky image of the next time with this ripe peach. His grayscale vision pictured them alone in all the ways he wanted her. The thought nearly made him burst and paint her insides instead.

Until he pulled out and jerked himself twice before cumming all over the spent spider’s tummy and tits. His audience of three all moaned with him as sticky ropes shot over the smooth skin of her abdomen.

Senseless spider still had her legs hiked up and she hung her head to the side towards Peter who was massaging her scalp and murmuring sweet nothings towards the group. Miguel’s heavy breathing was coming down as he gently lowered her onto the couch and easily slipped from behind her, regretting it the moment her body wasn't pressed against his own. Miguel used one of his claws and cut through Peter’s webbing and carefully pulled it from her, placing her arms by her sides.

Noir marveled at her in this state. Fucked out and smothered with lovin’. He helped Miguel lower her legs and eased their bent and spread joints. He rubbed along the length of her leg and said something to his boss unheard to the mewling spider on the couch.

They left the room shortly after, but she didn’t notice.

Only aware of the aching she felt… not from the intense session, those stings wouldn’t be felt until tomorrow, but from the emptiness inside her and lack of body support she had just moments ago. She had leaned on their strong scaffolding entirely and now slumped from their missing support. Peter’s hand in her hair kept her grounded as she

Her eyes blinked open slowly and she was greeted with those baby blues smiling at her as Peter had perched himself beside her on the floor.

“You really did so good.” He examined her glistening face and body in its afterquakes of orgasm.

Puffy lips redden around the edges, matted hair, slumped body: what a site to behold. He felt lucky as he brought up his previously discarded shirt to clean her chest and belly. She started to push it away, the disheveled man didn’t have many clean clothes to begin with, but he simply leaned to kiss her forehead and continued to wipe up some of the mess made.

“You took such good care of us, sweetie,” his voice was slightly raspy but still flirtatious, “it’s our turn to take care of you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When Miguel and Noir returned to the room, they were met with the sight of a lightly sleeping spider and their counterpart stroking her hair and smiling at her.

Miguel suggested they let her sleep, get her strength back, but Noir was insistent.

“This is the most important part, boss.” Noir asserted.

~~~~~~~~~~

Sleepy spider was coming to again swaying slightly in the arms of the tallest in the trio walking down the short hallway.

“Bella Durmiente,” Miguel cooed. He had been watching her face as he carried her to the bathroom in his large office and when her lashes parted and fluttered open to look up at him his chest tightened.

“Such a cutie, even when she snores.” Peter beamed over Miguel’s shoulder as if he were carrying a kitten in his cradled arms.

Miguel carried her into the bathroom and she looked around at lights moving on the walls. It wasn’t tricks of Miguel’s futuristic decor, but rather several lit pillar candles flickering and casting soft shadows of the four of them.

The new recruit had fully come down from her delirium from earlier, but more flush came to her face as Miguel placed her into a clawfoot tub. It was huge. It had to be to house the large man that was sinking her into the shoulder deep water.

The bath was so warm. Hot even. It wasn’t too hot for her though as she awkwardly grabbed the edges of the tub, even though Miguel was oh so careful. Heaps of bubbles rounded the edge and she focused on the fizzling I ward off the feeling of three sets of eyes on her.

Miguel’s hands returned to her body as he rested on his knees beside the tub. He had already saturated a soft wash cloth in soap and was gently rubbing it on her skin, starting with her painted abdomen. He was reaching towards her lower half when his brows furrowed slightly in concentration on her face, watching her reactions. He barely patted her sensitive inner thighs with the rag but pulled away when she winced.

“Lo siento, arañita.” Miguel remorsed. She responded softly, saying she was fine.

“You really took a beating, dollface,” Noir agreed. He’d taken the knee himself at the end of the tub. His gloves were off, sleeves rolled up, and with surprisingly soft hands he reached into the bubble bath and rubbed the swooning spider’s feet. “You sure you okay, sugar?”

She responded by shyly nodding and sinking her head under the water down to her nose, her eyes moving from each man’s face. She saw that Peter had mirrored the others’ posture and positioned himself at the head of the tub. His chin rested on his arm laid out on the tub’s rim. His other arm reached out and idly traced circles on the surface of the water. He had grown uncharacteristically quiet while watching the peaceful scene unfold in front of him.

She poked her mouth out the water and timidly said, “You guys don’t have to do all this, I can bathe myself…”

She wasn’t uncomfortable, just not used to this kind of care and attention. Especially three fold. Moments ago she was nearly shameless in her entanglement of limbs and fluids. However, this was treatment that was normally forgotten or shrugged off at the end of a long session. She could handle the smacks and fingers grabbing and leaving small bruises. Intimate connection was a whole different level of consideration she simply didn’t know how to react to.

The three men ignored her as they continued their self-delegated duties. The silence wasn’t unnerving but actually tolerable and she felt herself slipping again at the pampering pressing on the pads of her feet.

The large hands lifting limbs and reaching to cleanse her completely calmed her body that had been thrashing not too long ago.

The usual quips from the mouthy spider had been replaced with sweet pokes at her cheeks and shoulders followed by giggles from them both. They playfully splashed each other. Even though the brooding one rolled his eyes at the clothes he just changed into getting wet, he wished he could record the moment and have it on a loop for those especially difficult days protecting the multiverse.

The black-clad spider pressed along the sweet spider’s feet once more before blending into the background again. The glimmering candles quickly swiped from his era framed his silhouette as he retreated a moment.

He returned with a towel in one hand and a certain pink robe that had been tossed to the ground in the fun from before in the other hand. He smiled softly behind his mask at the scene in front of him: sweet spider back to smiling and laughing.

He nodded to himself in pride.

The most important part.

🕷️🕸️🕷️

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Spanish translation (THANK YOU AGAIN @ejpuki on Twitter and my cousin lol):

“Está apretadito…riquísimo..” (she’s so tight,… so fucking hot)

“me vuelves loco” (you drive me crazy)

“Te voy a comer ese culo.” (going to eat that ass)

“Quiero que te vengas en mi verga, arñita” (I want you to cum on my dick, little spider)

“Que culo..” (that ass)

“Bella Durmiente” (Sleeping Beauty 🥹)

“Lo siento, arañita.” (I’m sorry, little spider)

[trashcan3001]

They aren't the same at all, lol

I keep seeing people trying to compare Wind Breaker and Tokyo Revengers for some reason. The only thing they have in common is a focus on kids who are delinquents.

They are different in every other way, so here are simplified plots so you can go and read/watch whichever one you like lol. (If you don't like one, don't interact with it, isn't life so nice when you are in control of what you see? :P):

Tokyo Revengers: Time travel fix it where the main character goes back in time to save his middle school girlfriend from a death via gang violence in the future. Realizes something else is amiss when the perpetrator is just a normal dude as a kid and ends becoming his friend. As the plot moves forward, it is clear that the gangs he and his new friends are fighting with are being created specifically to make his new friend a bad person and he needs to stop them. Or are they? It seems the power to time travel isn't as simple as he thought and by the end of the plot it is this supernatural phenomenon that becomes the deciding factor in if the future will be happy for all and not just some.

Main character is not a good fighter, eats punches like a champ though and literally refuses to back down even when he looks ready to die via blood loss, is kind and compassionate and cares deeply for all the people he becomes friends with and grows stronger as he continues on his time travel shenanigans, packing strength readers will be very proud of.

The time travel is the main feature of the plot, not the gang fighting. The gang fights is actually a part of the time travel things as the first main antagonist created these fights for their own agenda.

Manga is finished anime has completed its third season

Wind Breaker: Main Character enrolls in a delinquent school to prove that he is strong and can get the top dog spot even on his own. Gets a reality check when it turns out the students of this school are loved by the town because they take care of the common folk by taking out the gangs that are running rampant. Main character, having a bad past where they were always alone, now gains friends and learns that he doesn't have to be alone and that he isn't the unlovable thing the world tried to make him out to be. Journey with him and his first year team as they battle with the gangs on the streets to keep people safe and grow as people.

Main character is a very good fighter who has a mild form of albinism(I think) where only a part of his hair and only one eye is affected. This made people in his past treat him terribly and thus he learned to fight or he would be hurt instead. He is a tsundere in the most non annoying way (I was shocked that I liked him that much!). He is kind but due to his past and social anxiety, he has a hard time understanding people liking him and their compliments. He learns over time.

The gangs and school delinquency is the main focus of the plot as it is in joining this school and gang and fighting for others that makes the plot move forward.

Manga is still going and anime only just started

TLDR: Tokyo revengers is about time travel fixing things, gang stuff is just the backdrop where this happens. Wind Breaker is about getting to the top of a literal delinquent school, making friends and growing as a person is the consequence of this school situation.

They are not the same, so watch/read both or one or none, just know what your getting into before complaining lol.

XOXO,

TC3001

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Time the Series - Episode 1

Another time traveling show. This time by expectations are basically on the floor.

So before I say anything here's the official synopsis: Foam, a famous actor, saw Chris, the lover, killed in front of him by the police. But fate gives Foam a chance to go back and correct the past for what he did wrong, causing Chris's death. When a mysterious man gives a clock that can travel back in time to Foam, will Foam be able to fix the past and save a lover's life? Only time will prove it! MDL You can watch it on YT, Gaga. Uncut on WeTV.

I watch the cut version, if anyone watches the full version please let me know what I missed. Not that I'm all that invested but still. This is basically a "I watched it so you don't have to" type of review so obviously, all spoilers from here on. Skip to the end for my short review.

We begin with a police chase that ends with Chris being caught but then there's a sniper and he gets shot. Very exciting already.

Cut to Foam waking up in bed and promptly pouring himself red wine while he cries and reflects on his lost love. Warning for singing and guitar playing in flashback.

The next day he's passed out and won't answer his phone and everyone is very upset, cause he's an actor and there's a lot of people waiting for him to shoot a commercial. There's already a war of managers happening btw. The one in pink is Foam's manager, the other one wants to be his manager. I'll be calling her the bad manager from here on for reasons which will become obvious.

So eventually he arrives and they shoot a commercial for some skin product that is amazing for the skin if we believe the people that show up to help Foam with his lines, cause the boy is struggling.

And apparently it's his birthday and he makes the weirdest call to his mum to ask her to wish happy birthday and the subs have the mom saying "Hello, dear" but there's actually no sound from the other side of the conversation. Amazing.

After this the drama really begins. And I mean there's so much happening and none of it is good.

So really quickly: - Birthday party where Foam is the DJ and there is some really bad dance acting happening. - The bad manager drugs Foam and assaults him and is interrupted by the good manager. - The two managers insult each other in front of passed out Foam and a physical fight ensues. Slap, screaming, slap, insult, slap, begging, more slapping. This is all very dramatic btw, almost lakorn level dramatic. Glass on the floor, bad manager picks it up and stabs the good manager. - Bad manager's bodyguards take her and Foam wakes up with the bloody glass shard on his hand.

Panic sets in, everyone comes and for some reason some dude is filming this whole thing. And we get our second police chase of the episode. This time Foam is the one doing the running.

Foam hides in a dark ally where he meets a stranger with a shining pink necklace that invites him to his place and of course he goes, because why not?

Then he recognizes the necklace/watch because he gave his boyfriend one that looks exactly like it. And then this:

Guy in alley - gives Foam pink shiny watch - dead boyfriend appears.

They immediately jump each other, as you do when all of a sudden your dead boyfriend is in front of you again, and Foam wakes up thinking it was all a dream. But was it? I have no idea.

Foam wakes up, hits himself, hurts himself and wonders why he's in his old apartment. He goes outside and it's five years before Chris died. The end.

So... to recap. I don't even know what to say. This is from MFlow, the same company that brought us the mess that was Beyond The Star so my expectations were really low.

With that said, I can't in good conscience tell any of you to watch this. It's not good. From the previews it seems Foam is going to meet Chris all over again except he won't remember him. Fun times all over again. I'll be honest. I probably won't be watching this, but come next tuesday if I have nothing better to do I might check it out. Depends how much I remember the experience and how curious I get about how they will deal with the time traveling. I obviously have not learned my lesson.

If anyone watches it please let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.💜

[zombiekillerbiceps]

Three Times Leon Protected You (And One Time You Protected Him)

Note: Requested by anon (sort of)! This was fun as hell to write. Also fuck it no read more cut I'm on mobile

Content: cursing, 18+, Leon Kennedy x Gn Reader, they/them reader pronouns, protective Leon, light violence

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1. It was your second date together. You two decided to hit up the mini golf course off the highway. Gorging yourselves on bagged cotton candy, you two made light conversation about your hobbies and the most recent summer blockbuster. He was better at mini golf. By, like, a lot. His aim and timing was uncanny, and his force control was honestly impressive. He was totally winning.

You bent down to pick up another losing ball when a hissing whump sound right next to your ear made you stumble backwards. Leon's fist was curled away from you just centimeters away from where your head had just been. He relaxed it, and a golf ball fell out of his hand. It must have been travelling fast from the sound of it, but the only sign of discomfort that he gave was shaking out his hand. Shit, that thing really could have taken a chunk outta your head, and he just snatched it out of thin air like it was nothing.

"Pretty sure you just saved my life," you say with a smile.

"Does that guarantee a third date?"

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2. You two had been together, officially, for about two years. It was your birthday, and none of your friends could make it. It wasn't an act of cruelty, they simply had careers and families, some even had kids now! No one wanted to come out on a Sunday night and have to go to work or deal with a toddler in the morning. It still stung, but Leon did his best to make sure you had a good night anyways. He took you to a fancy cocktail bar where you got too drunk on cocktails with names like Private Dancer and Moonlit Night. Leon was paying while you waited by the door, keeping watch for the cab home. Some dude in a loud shirt with the popped collar started hitting on you. You roll your eyes and tell him your husband is paying, hoping the h-word would scare him off, but Frosted Tips was determined. He was drunk too, red-faced and uneven of stance, and he wasn't taking no for an answer. His hand lands on your hip. The action, so intimate it was reserved for Leon only, made you freeze. You push his hand away, but his other comes up, closing the space. Your body turns to stone, wanting to push him off but the weight of his presence pinning you down, hoping if you're still enough he'll give up and leave.

Leon's on him, as suddenly and ferociously as a crack of lightning. His hand is on Too Dark Spray Tan's shoulder, shoving him away. Your boyfriend slides in the space between the two of you. He was an immovable wall keeping you safe. His shoulders were taught, and despite also being nearly blind drunk, he was firm and purposeful. Controlled. You couldn't see his face from your position behind him, but the tautness in his back and the even spread of his legs confirmed how serious he was. The dude harassing you shut down, muttering a homophobic comment.

Leon turned back to you, his hand gently on your shoulder. His eyes tracked the dude across the room like an owl tracking prey, but when he finally tore his eyes away and met your own, his expression softened immediately.

"You okay?" He asks, soft. Concerned.

"Better now."

You mean it. You know you're safe with him.

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3. It takes six years of you two being together for his past to catch up to him. At first, you think the riots are associated with a recent political move. It doesn't take long on your daily commute to work to realize this is worse. Something is making people violent. You get to work, mostly because you're too far from home when you realize how fucking bad things are to turn around, and the intern goes berserk. You end up trapped in an office with your boss and a few others, armed with a broken wooden ruler and a stapler. The only thing between you and the raging... sick outside was a slim wooden door on one side and ten stories on the other side of a thick glass window. Your cell gets through to Leon and he orders you to stay in place.

"I'll come get you, just don't move unless you have to," he says. You put your phone on silent.

Things were already pretty bad. They get a whole lot worse when a blond man with a high brow and sunglasses strolls through the chaos like a composer across a stage. He's wearing a leather jacket and, if you didn't have the sinking feeling he was after you, you might have made a joke about him belonging on the set of the Matrix. He grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the office, the world parting around him like river around a rock. He takes you to the roof and it's there that a helicopter descends. Stepping off it is... Leon?

"What the fuck?" You stare at him, dressed in tactical gear and a big fucking gun in his hands. You aren't sure it's really him, except for the way his eyes soften when they meet yours.

"Oh, don't they know?" The blonde gripping your arm asks, squeezing hard enough you're afraid he'll crack the bone.

"Wesker..." Leon inches forward, one hand leaving his gun to stretch out between the two of them. "Let's just talk this through."

"You're not a cop anymore, Kennedy."

Leon doesn't flinch. His expression hardens, a cold look you've never seen on him takes the place of any softness once there.

"Don't make me do this the hard way," he says. He's continuing to inch forward.

You realize what he's doing.

"Then let's discuss the easy option," Wesker's voice is monotone - almost robotic. "I give them back, unharmed, and you give me Chambers."

"What do you need with her?" Leon takes another tentative step forward.

"I'm going to use her to complete my S-Virus -"

"You're gonna run out of letters one day," he jokes, or something similar to joking, if it weren't utterly humorless. "You know, the whole virus thing hasn't worked the last twelve times. Maybe it's time to change career paths."

"This is unlike any before -"

"Have you ever considered dog grooming? I think it would be healthier for you."

Another inch. Wesker doesn't even realize how close Leon's gotten.

"I could kill them without breaking a sweat and you're still-"

BAM.

Wesker's head flies back with a sharp crack. You use the moment to slip out of his grasp and run towards Leon. He's ushering you towards the helicopter. You turn towards him to yell at him, thinking yourself safe, when you see it behind his shoulder. Wesker's back was arched slightly back, but he was still standing. You feel your eyes widen in terror as something slimy and black and living throbs out of his forehead. He's slowly righting himself.

"Get mad at me later," Leon says. He takes aim, walking backwards, firing into Wesker's body. He casts the occasional glance at you to make sure you're safe behind him until you're on the helicopter.

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1. Fifteen years together. After the Wesker Event, you were given clearance to know everything Leon did. The US Government had you sign a form essentially giving them permission to kill you if you said anything (not in as many words, of course). You learned combat basics, but Leon insisted on keeping you out of the thick of it. So, despite knowing the horrors that awaited your husband everytime he went on a mission, despite watching the darkness in his eyes grow, you stayed at home. Pursued a career in something safe, did laundry, took care of the dog until Leon got home and then you cooked dinner for the two of you. You were the harbour in the storm.

Until you got a call from a hospital in DC that your husband was injured in combat. You were escorted by two women in suits across the country, and by the next morning, you found yourself in a quarantined hospital face to face with some fucking decorated general denying you permission to even look at him.

"What was the point of calling me down here?! Let me fucking see him!" You're causing a scene. You know it. But the rage batters against your rib cage like a wild beast.

"Si-... Mx, I need you to calm down," he says.

"Calm down?!" You take a deep breath, about ready to scream, when a warm hand lands on your shoulder. You look up to see Redfield, battered and tired and... Old. He shakes his head. You chew your words.

"He was injured during combat with a BOW. He may be infected. Letting you in could risk not only your safety, but the world's."

"He isn't a risk to me." You push past the general. You shove the doors to his room wide open, desperate to just see him for yourself.

You aren't prepared for how bad he looks. His face is swollen almost beyond recognition, his body laying with a limpness he didn't even have when he was asleep. If it weren't for how well you knew the birthmarks and freckles on his body, you would almost believe it wasn't him.

Soliders are rushing in to drag you out but Redfield steps in. You've made your choice, he tells them. If Leon wakes up and eats you, that was on you.

For days, you meet with doctors and officials and suits. He might never wake up, the doctors tell you. He's a danger to public safety, the officials tell you. You overhear the suits talking about the possibility of putting him down while he's defenseless.

They were really going to kill him in a coma because of what he might be infected with.

That is when you stepped up as his guardian. You meet with doctors from all over the world, military lawyers, philosophers. You spend weeks worth of time tied up on the phone, and days worth signing papers (and not signing papers). You get seven different doctors from seven different countries to examine him and confirm his vitals are all normal and expected for someone in his condition. Dr. Chambers herself confirms there isn't a trace of G-virus or any of its daughter strains in him.

You build your case. The logical argument is that there is no empirical evidence that Leon is a threat, backed up by thorough medical reports and several professional witnesses. The moral argument: it was morally wrong to kill a defenseless man because he might be a threat if he wakes up. Not even the government should have that power. The empathetic argument came last.

"Give me five minutes in front of a judge and jury, and I can convince them the only person who can pull the plug is his spouse."

You liquidated a lot of assets, keeping a humble apartment and your dog. You got permission to crack open his bank account to pay for the lawyers, seeing as you were his spouse, and the bank couldn't argue that. It was about a year in when you got a call from an enigmatic woman - you'd later figure out was Wong, on your way to work that the government was planning to just collapse that entire wing of the hospital. You called Redfield, had him post up there when you couldn't be there.

When he was sent away, strategically, you called in the other Redfield. Valentine. Piers. Helena. Everyone you could get your hands on. You called in every favour Leon was owed and then you made you own. And when, one after the other, they were forced away, you hired a friend of Wong's.

It took years. It exhausted everything you had, but even when you felt like giving up, you were immovable. You were his spouse. You would not leave his side until it killed you. And even then, Redfield was pretty sure you'd haunt the hospital.

You won the court case. It brought some relief. Leon wasn't under threat of being murdered. But, it came with sinking disappointment too. There was nothing left to do now except sit with him, and wait. That was the worst part of those long years. The silent, still weeks in a sterile room with a victory that still didn't return your husband to you.

It was just before your twentieth anniversary that he finally woke up. You made sure you were the first person he saw, and you stayed by his side through the ensuing mess of tests and rehabilitation. You slowly revealed the extent you had to go to keep him safe. He seemed so impressed with you. He calls you his hero after that, though you don't really think you deserve it. You convince him to retire. And you two live out the rest of your lives safe and content, protecting each other in the ways you knew how to.

[myechoecho]

Captivating the King, ep 4

God the king remains awful to the end. He's about to kill Jinhan when the poison/his illness finally overtakes him. And what does he demand? That Jinhan find whomever tried to hurt the king. Dude, you just tried to kill your brother based on what you know is a lie.

If only anyone, ANYONE, had listened to Jinhan none of this would have happened. He was truly absolutely loyal to his brother and would have served him devotedly. Heck, he probably would have served the Prince Royal too. But alas, no one did and that's how we wind up with Jinhan as king.

Jinhan for the first time tells a lie that he was named the successor. The Minister of War really overestimated his plans and underestimated Jinhan. And Yoo Hyun Bo. He should have realized that if Hyun Bo was so untrustworthy, he would have betray the Minister without a second thought. Jinhan is going to have to be careful with him though.

So much for Myung Ha being possibly redeemable. I still do think he truly cared for Hee Soo and was not really in favour of his father's plans. But he went about it the wrong way. By forging the confession, all he did was help Jinhan ascend to the crown, get his father killed and was labeled a traitor. He was to blame, at least partially, but at the end of the episode (or the preview, I forget) he is back and has a grudge because of course he does not think it is his fault.

For all her passionate defense of Jinhan and what he had to do to survive in Qing, I don't think Hee Soo actually understood what it really meant. Jinhan is doing exactly the same thing now and is in just a perilous a position. Hee Soo doesn't have all the information, so she doesn't know why he's doing this. She also had a pretty idealized view of him and that has been shattered.

But he does save them even though Hee Soo does not see this. They are not killed. They are exiled for 3 years to do hard labour, plus the lashes. (random, slightly weird but I assume she's going to have a scar from where the sword cut her and I am kinda excited for when Jinhan sees it). Hongjang is not forced to walk but given a cart to travel due to her injuries. If he truly didn't care, she would have been forced to walk and would have died much sooner. Jinhan doesn't kill the Prince Royal, which most people would have - though he also doesn't exactly commit to not killing him. He also let Myung Ha live he probably should have been killed.

It is no mistake that three years have gone by and only now is Jinhan issuing the competition for baduk players. He is waiting for his Mong Woo to return. I am also highly suspicious that he actually drank and womanized for the past 3 years. My guess is that it was an act.

Two completely broken people are about to reunite. On with revenge in mind and one who trusts no one. I am excited.

[teecupangel]

You know worms are harmless things right? Just there burrowing or something and one day I thought "what if Desmond got turned into a worm?" But! Worm Desmond is small! What can he do to help the Assassin's? And now imagine this! One of his ancestors surrounded by enemies and injured and just when they think it's the end a giant worm the size of a train pops out of the ground and crushes everyone and then the thing is infront of the ancestor and thinks they're gonna die too and then the worm just shrinks down to a typical worm size and just lays there as if nothing happened at all.

It would be cool if Desmond was a Mongolian death worm but I'm fine with anything else

This would be fun because Desmond would see himself as useless and, really, this was the Isus’ cruel joke (maybe even Juno) since he couldn’t do anything with a small wiggly body like his.

Still, he persisted and tried to make his way to his ancestor’s main base of operation, wiggling and eating his way from the place he had woken up in… as a worm. He tried to keep underground to not be seen by both humans and any animals that would like to take a bite of him.

Depending on where he had been transported, he could reunite with his ancestor:

Altaïr: Somewhere in the Kingdom section of the AC1 map. Altaïr had just been on his way to his next mission when he saw crusaders harassing one of the outlying towns that were under Masyaf’s protection. This would still be an arrogant Altaïr and he would call out to them and call them cowards who prey on the weak instead of taking one or two down by surprise first.

Ezio: It would be fun (and angst-y) if Desmond finds Ezio while he’s fleeing from the Borgias after the fall of Monteriggioni. He’s heavily wounded and bleeding and the horse he’s riding on was tired with some of Cesare’s soldiers about to catch up to him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Somewhere in the vast frontier. Ratonhnhaké:ton is a hunter so he had been hunting for the homestead when he noticed a group of marching redcoats with what seemed to be ‘prisoners’. He tried to save them but it had been a trap and those prisoners turned out to be redcoats themselves and they managed to hit Ratonhnhaké:ton on the head while he had been trying to protect them.

So Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton are in a pinch because of circumstances. Altaïr is in a pitch (which he will adamantly deny) because he’s an arrogant dumbass. So Desmond is panicking because he has no idea how to help, oh god, did this even happen in the past? He meant present! Fuck, time travel tenses are fucking hard.

Focus, Desmond!

In his blind panic, he just charges toward the enemies, hoping to… he has no plan! No hope! Just pure panic and a ‘fuck it, let’s see what I can do once I’m there’.

Then when he’s right on top of the center of the enemies…

He doesn’t know why but he felt his entire body warm up.

Almost too hot but bearable for someone like him.

Then…

He just erupted from the ground with large maw open and just… gobbled the enemy right on top of them while toppling those nearby. Then he quickly returned underground.

And sprang back up to take another enemy.

Like some kind of deadly whack-a-mole… (Whack-a-worm?)

(I know you just wanted him to drop over the enemies but I kinda like the idea of Desmond just straight up eating these poor dudes for some reason. No, there is a reason. I love the Tremors franchise and this ask reminded me of a Graboid. Sorry.)

By the end of it, all the enemies had been swallowed whole and Desmond sprang back up one last time to throw up all of the non-organic matter he had swallowed as well.

Seeing the disgust (and fear) on their ancestors’ face, Desmond let out an almost coo-like sound as he tried to say “yeah, me too, buddy, eeeww” and then poof’ed, he’s his old little worm self once more.

He rolled around the ground and looked up to his ancestor with a “pick me up” like gesture.

When their ancestor just kept staring, Desmond tries a “please?” gesture which he was sure wasn’t really helpful.

But… for some reason… his ancestor picks him up anyway.

Unorganized Notes:

The three can’t explain it but there’s something about the worm that ‘calls’ to them. Like they know that it wasn’t a coincidence that they were saved and spared.

Desmond cannot communicate with his ancestors. Even trying to wrap his worm body in a writing tool proved too hard. Up to you if that changes once they get the Apple.

Altaïr would study Desmond and give him various different ‘food’ to see what he would eat. He records everything in a separate journal with sketches of Desmond. Desmond has made a ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ and a ‘no, no, draw me on this side, this is my good side’ joke so many times even though Altaïr just keeps sighing and gently pushing him to get back to his old pose without understanding why Desmond liked those poses so much whenever he starts sketching him.

Ezio eventually fell unconscious and, when he woke up, he thought it had been a fever dream. Until he sees Desmond had hidden in one of his pouches so that the young woman (who was canonically the model of Mona Lisa according to the Reflection comics btw) wouldn’t see him. Ezio is a bit wary of Desmond because he remembered how Desmond had grown so big all of a sudden but he warms up soon enough when all Desmond did was wrap around his neck and chill while he makes his way to Roma. Desmond has a harder time helping Ezio because the flooring of the streets of Roma means he’s ‘headbutting’ each time he pops up and he does have to throw up the ‘tiles’ or whatever they’re called. Ezio’s recruits usually are wary of him but warm up to him once they see that he’s mostly just harmless if Ezio isn’t fighting. They like to feed him fruits and meat that Ezio starts trying to stop them because Desmond keeps eating them until he bloats up and Ezio feels that it’s bad for Desmond. The moment Leonardo is away from the Borgias, he starts studying Desmond. He had wanted to study Desmond the moment he saw him with Ezio but he couldn’t because of the whole Cesare-as-my-current-art-sugar-daddy situation.

Ratonhnhaké:ton believes Desmond is sentient and a hunter himself so he doesn’t try to coddle him and usually lets him get his own food whenever he goes hunting himself. Desmond doesn’t mind since he can eat dirt anyway but Ratonhnhaké:ton still shares a bit of his hunt with him anyway. Desmond doesn’t understand why though since Ratonhnhaké:ton told him specifically to hunt by himself. Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t say it out loud but he always worried that Desmond was not eating as he assumed Desmond is a carnivore that needs to become big to hunt down prey. Nah. Desmond is like most worms, dirt is fine. Ratonhnhaké:ton wasn’t worried about bringing him to the homestead because he trusted his instincts that were telling him Desmond was a friend. He truly believes Desmond is some kind of ‘animal’ that just hasn’t been discovered yet.

All three of them tried to give a name to Desmond and, for some reason, they all come up with the same name even without Desmond’s questionable charade capabilities: Desmond. Altaïr believes the name comes from a dream he once had (Desmond is just “???!!!”), Ezio believes he’s just using a name that had been in his mind a lot since Vatican and Ratonhnhaké:ton is perplexed why he picked such a foreign name but it just seemed right, like he just knew that it was Desmond’s name.

I know some people might be squeamish with worms so I’m going to use the “Keep Reading” function. Below is what the Mongolian Death Worm looks like.

Also, the whole ‘sprout from the ground to devour people’ thing that derailed this ask is because of the Graboid. It’s not an actual worm but it would be fun if Desmond looks like a white Mongolian Death Worm but his big form is more similar to the albino Graboid (which is meant to look more like a Mongolian Death Worm than the usual Graboid):

[cosmo-watches-movies]

Timeline (2003)

Plot: American dude joins an archeology team in france because he wants to get at a girl. However his dad dissapears and the team find a note he wrote 600 years ago. They use a newly developed teleporter turned accidental time machine to rescue him.

I’m trying to find the right word for what this movie is. It does what it sets out to do allright, but its not particularly extraordinary or memorable. I think calling it a flick might cut it. Yeah, it’s a time travel/medieval action flick, but in a good way. It’s watchable, okay for a sunday evening, you know what I mean?

As I said in the summary we have the american dude (Chris Johnston, played by Paul Walker) who joined the excavation, and his father (E.A. Johnston, played by Billy Connolly) who dissapeared. The excavation team travel to the place where the scientists accidentally developed a time machine and set out to travel back in time to rescue Chris' father. Included in the rescue team are also Andre Marek (Gerard Butler) and Kate Ericson (Frances O'Connor), who worked at the excavation aswell.

So an amazing thing this movie does is, it tries to be as scientifically logical to an average audience as possible. They explain everything about the timetravel so it makes sense to every averagely educated viewer (i.e me) and I think it’s all around plausible. They did a pretty good job as long as you’re not further educated in quantum physics I think, but I am not so I buy it. If you want to know how they explain it in detail watch the movie, short to say they use a worm hole to travel through time and they even explained how they found out where and when the wormhole ends and it’s all very clever if you don’t think about it too much. 10 year old me would’ve gone crazy for the science part of all this. I think it’s great.

Aaaaanyway, just putting this here. If you already lost someone in the past and don’t quite know how all this wormhole stuff really works, is it that clever to send a whole team of people into a medieval warzone to try and save him? I don’t know, but I think it’s gonna be reaaallly hard to find an insurance that covers this situation.

As it turns out that out of all the possible places and all possible moments in the history of the entire universe, the wormhole, just so happens to end in Castlegard in 1357, which is a for human archeologists very convenient time and place. Of course this is the site where the earlier excavations took place and that was the initial reason the scientist called for Johnston to help. Promptly loosing him in the past quickly after.

“But Cosmo,…” I hear you ask, “where is Michael in all of this?” Oh, my sweet friend I am getting there very soon, just you wait. It will be worth it believe me.

First tho we have to get our team to the past, of course they need a way back aswell, so they get a little pendant each, that when pushed sends all of them back to the future (lol) at the same time.

In a very painful process they travel 600 years to the past and arrive in Dordogne, France. Oh, by the way, they took only one (1) guy who speaks french. His name is François. (I’m crying, 100% effort on the scientific explanations, 0% on naming their characters)

So now we have a group of english passing people and one french passing guy in a place where a french castle is occupied by the English. Fun times will not be had. And we see this immeadiatly because the two security men they took with them get shot with arrows immediately. One of who presses their mark and while dying gets transported to the future. But oh no he had a granade and it goes off in the lab so the time machine is now in shambles.

In the past our team flees to the french camps but get captured by the English. And this is where Michael as Lord Oliver de Vannes has his big entry. Somehow…It takes almost 40 minutes before we meet his character, which is fine.

He is the main villain, but only technichally so, because he exsits mainly to give the opposing English force a headfigure. He doesn’t really get a big introduction, I assume because at this point the audience already knows what the deal is and that the English are the enemy. Exposition has been delivered, Oliver just gives them a main target to oppose. In the first scene he’s in we just see him amids swordfight training with his fellow men and then be an ass towards the protagonists and their team. That’s basically all he does and is. This is not one of Michaels deepest roles, but I’ve found him very entertaining nonetheless, mainly because some of his line deliveries just crack me up. I can’t even say what it is, it’s just funny to me. Obviously I can’t really show this here, I'll give you one example later, just watch the movie and see for yourself. Maybe it’s on purpose I don’t know. Maybe it's me.

Let’s take a closer look at the scenes he’s in, there aren’t that many. (I think he has less screen time than Miles had, even though he’s the villain for the main storyline of the movie)

As I said we meet Lord Oliver during a training swordfight. They use these funky swords with yarn around them and tassles at the tips, I love them, I want one. Now, is the fighting they do realistic? I don’t fucking know and I don’t really care, it looks cool.

I’m a big fan of this move especially:

Again, 10 year old me would’ve loved this

The hero team are brought to the place where the English are currently training (or just showing off their coolest tricks idk) and after proving he’s the most awesomest and strongest dude in the room Oliver introduces himself to them and of course wants to know who they are. Upon learning that they are scottish he decides to be an ablsolute prick about this whole situation.

He does some more awesome(tm) sword moves and afterwards asks them if they know “the old scottish man”. Chris then explains that the old man is a magister and they where several days behind him and didn’t know that they where following him. After Chris is done however Oliver decides he doesn’t give a shit about that and asks about the tall young man (oh no, we as the audience think, thats Farncios)

Now the dynamic in the room shifts, as the only conclusion the English can make now, is that he’s a spy. Oliver could have Francois killed at the spot, but he’s an ass, so he decides to humiliate him first.

Poor guy :(

In another ass move Oliver has the poor guy executed and thus the epic story of Francois, the frenchman comes to an end...

Then the hero team are shoved into the attic, where they find Chris’ dad who tells them that he promised Oliver Greek fire (an incedairy weapon), so he wouldn’t be killed on the spot. We shortly see Oliver again in a short scene where he has small quarrel with a young french woman, who’s absolutely not having any of it:

If you ever wanted to see Michael Sheen actually get slapped in the face, there you go. I’m not joking she really slapped him. You can see his curls bounce upon impact and if you watch the scene it sounds…just ouch

The next part of the movie is them escaping, being split up because Merrick saves the french girl.

Also we learn that the french girl is Lady Claire, who is intregral to the history of this place, because the English killed her, which rallied the French so they could win the battle. But Marek already fell for her so that’s terrible news for him. I would’ve skipped explaining this, but it will be important later.

(For some reason the plot of this movie is really complex. I have to give it to them, this film is 2 hours long and there is literally zero filler. I’m sorry if I skipped some important storybeats, but I don’t want to transcribe the whole movie in detail for a character who’s in like four small scenes)

In two different raids first Chris Dad and then Claire and Merrick get recaptured.

The English assume a defensive position at castle La Roque and the french position themselves right in front of it. While both sides prepare for battle Chris and Kate try to find a secret entry into the castle to save his dad again.

The battle starts, reenter Oliver. LMAO I love this, the castle is being attacked by catapults flinging huge flaming stoneballs into the walls and Oliver DOES NOT MOVE A MUSCLE!

(F’kin Dark Lord coded mf)

The English answer with their first Greek fire spear thingy, but at first it seems very dissapointing. Oliver is not impressed…

But then the French try to extinguish the fire with water and that ignites it further. Job well done Lord Oliver is happy. The battle goes back and forth as one would expect with archers and fire and everything. (Fucking love these shots, again, don’t know how accurate, but they look great)

Battle commences. I don’t know why, but Oliver giving the battle commands brings me great joy. He commands a row of night arrows to be shot after the fired ones which kills a whole lot of frenchmen, he’s quite pleased with himself.

>:) < literally him

Chris and Kate get stuck in a tunnel that is supposed to lead them inside the castle.

Meanwhile the French earn two good chances, first they learn of the tunnel that leads into the castle and send a troup to investigate and then they hit the front gate of the castle with one of their trebouches (very lucky hit)

This leads to the best line of the movie imo:

Delivery on point, this line is part of a balanched breakfast

We shortly see the scientists in the future desperately trying to fix the transporter. There is a subplot with one of them kinda giving up and rebelling, but honestly idgaf, I think they added this just to raise suspense. There would be nothing really missing if they hadn’t added this.

In an attempt to have the French surrender Lord Oliver puts up Claire to be hanged right in front of them if they don’t lay down their weapons. Merrick sees this and decides to confront Oliver in an attempt to stop him by threatening to blow up the whole arsenal. This almost works, but Olivers second in command thinks he sees through this apparent bluff and stops him from falling for it. But it wasn’t a bluff. Merrick throws his torch in the arsenal, causing a huge explosionthat throws everyone wildly around the castle. The french cheer and Chris and Kate now have a free entryway to the castle, so do the french, they storm in from the outside and inside. Arrows and close combat.

Here’s where my favourite action shot is in this movie:

Watch this a couple of times, what was supposed to happen here? First he swings the sword, unfortunately very obviously, miles in front of this guys head and then the dude falls like he had a rug pulled from under him? How? What? And the sound they played! You can’t hear it, but it’s not a *swoosh-klonk-aaaargh*, like as if he's actually hit with a blow that could swipe him off his feet, it’s just a tiny *bink* and then he dramatically throws himself to the ground. Great action shot, I love it.

Marek runs to get Claire free while the french leader fights Oliver. Now those of us who payed attention earlier, know that Oliver is really, really good at swordfighting, so he will be very hard to beat. I live for this scene, Oliver is giving it all, fighting multiple people back to back, not showing any weakness. He has the french leader on the ground and raises his sword for the final strike, but Chris slides into his legs and throws him to the ground. They scuffle and Oliver throws Chris to the side. Chris scuttles away, Oliver gets up quickly and follows him menacingly. Chris is cornered but finds a battle axe (?) and tries to stab his opponent. This plan fails, Chris already sees his end coming, again Oliver raises his sword, but he is stopped by the frenchman, who doesn’t hesitate, he grabs Oliver and stabs him (right in the heart I assume). Oliver collapses and, triumphantly, his killer states:

Fuck yeah, If I have to see a character who’s played by my favorite actor die, this is THE ONLY WAY!!!

Yadda, yadda, yadda, the French win the battle, our heros survive. Chris, his dad and Kate get back to the future and Marek decides to stay with Claire.

The scientist, who rebelled is accidentally transported back to the past and is immeadiately stabbed or (beheaded for all I know) by an english rider.

The protagonists discover a message Marek and Claire left before they died and all is well. (Exept for the four innocent people of the excavation project who died on this adventure, they are dead)

Yay, fun, enjoyment, happy times, this movie is entertaining.

I think this movie is allright, the writing is solid enough and they put some great effort into the action scenes. So why did it bomb at the box office? Well… this movie was kind of doomed upon release. This film released to theatre 26th of November 2003. And guess what film released just one week later!?! Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King! (!!!)

I’m so sorry they had no chance. This is so damn sad, but also so fucking funny. Generally there is absolutely nothing wrong with it this film. Maybe, if it had been made like ten years earlier it would’ve been a great success? But not in 2003, unfortunately.

Back to our main focus though: I LIVE whenever I see Michael in an action scene! I can’t even explain the excitement these scenes cause me. I don’t even care if he wins or looses a fight as long as he’s in it. You can see that he gives his all in these scenes and it’s very captivating. I was indeed shouting at my TV because I was so in it. (If you can you should avoid watching any kind of Sheen movie with me in one room, because I will be very obnoxious about everything he does. Who would've guessed?)

All in all, there is not that much depth to Lord Oliver as a character I think? As I said he’s pretty much just a personified version of a general opponent. More of an obstacle than a character.

He’s also barely in this movie. He has like ten lines, the (great) fighting scenes and then he’s killed. All of this is fine, he serves his purpose very well and once again Michael gets everything out of this character that he can I think. It’s just that beyond him being the obstacle for the heroes, there isn’t much else. To me he’s memorable enough but he’s not very deep.

I’d like to point out again that I find it very funny that Oliver is an asshole just for the heck of it. I mean of course he is, he’s the villain. As flat as he’s written, for the story he accomplishes what he’s needs to. But I sincerely hope I wasn’t supposed to take him seriously, because I just can’t. I don’t know what it is about him but he’s so cartoony that I can’t help but find him hilarious at times. The first time I watched this film I was very much in the story, don’t get me wrong, but on my second watch I kind of lost it. Maybe I’m in too deep with the fandom atp but I can’t find Oliver that threatening anymore. Or it could be that with the way this movie is shot, they managed to make him look kind of small? I know Michael isn’t that small, he’s like average height, but the way he’s framed and when he then always stands next to actors who are taller than him, it makes him look kind of smol. And that goes right against any kind of threat level he built up with his evil demeanor. They got it right in the end fight, when they film him from a bit if a different perspective, but the rest of the movie? He be tiny. (I have not felt this effect in anything else before so I don’t know exactly what’s going on here)

So he had his cool moments, but all in all I’m certainly not scared of him really. I know he could kill me in an instant, but I’d ask him to say something in a scottish accent for me and then die laughing my ass off.

What brings me intense joy aswell is, watching the bts material of this movie, we have Michael explaining how doing action scenes like in this movie is a bit like playing pretend when you’re a kid and that sounds like (as exhausting as it probably is) he has a lot of fun doing stuff like this. You go Michael, live your best life!

That’s it. This movie is allright. If my description intrigued you, I think you’re gonna enjoy the film. Now give me my knights armor and my fake sword I have to go battle one specific englishman and his entourage.

RIP Francois

[deancaspinefest]

My Turning Page

Author: Jean Pilgrim | Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy Posting on Monday March 6

Okay, so maybe dragging Sam and Dean’s otherworldly lookalikes into their world wasn’t the best idea Dean’s ever had. But it’s not like they’re gonna stay long. They’re just gonna help them out and then move their asses somewhere Dean doesn’t have to deal with the way the other Dean keeps glancing at Cas. Right? Wrong. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are here to stay for a while, and it’s annoying the hell out of Dean. Nevermind that he’s busy trying to defeat Chuck and simultaneously ignoring the feeling in his chest that bubbles up any time he sees Cas and asks himself why his best friend shot him down when he confessed his feelings to him in Purgatory. - Chuck is gone and the world is saved. The Grady twins have left the building, too, and all should be well. Except, it isn’t: Cas is dead and it’s Dean’s fault. It must be. Cas loved him, and Dean loved Cas, and it was the end of him. Dean sees little hope for himself, but the least he can do now is try and be the man Cas thought him to be. A brave man, who never stops fighting for the people he loves. A man that cares about his brother and Jack. When Jack returns, Dean finds one of Cas’ very few sentimental possessions, and with it, his will and determination to get him back. If only he could find someone to take his place and help him hide his plans from Sam and Jack…

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“I am going to help Sam load the car,” Cas suggests, then. “It was nice talking to you, Dean.” With a smile and a tip of his head, he gets up and walks past Dean, very pointedly avoiding each and every eye or body contact. Dickbag-Dean, now finished with putting on the shirt, shrugs the flannel over his shoulders, and calls after him: “Likewise, Castiel. Safe travels.” Dean makes an effort to take a few deep breaths so as not to clock the guy. They need to get going, get this show on the road and get rid of their counterparts, migrate them to a different hemisphere, if Dean gets his way. “Fridge is stocked,” Dean counts off coldly, staring at what looks like his crooked mirror reflection. “Keys are next to the door, in case you need to get out. Make it quick if you do, though. You got our numbers?” “Oh, Castiel gave me his. No worries. We’ll be good and let you know if something comes up,” the other Dean says amicably. Dean grinds his teeth, forcing the words out through pursed lips. “Good.” He grants his counterpart a quick nod, then hoists his duffel further up his shoulder and turns to leave. “Oh, and Dean?” WIth his eyes closed and his patience running thinner than the fabric of his worn down jeans, Dean turns around again and clutches the straps of his bag until they almost cut into his palm. “Yeah?” “You and Cas, you’re…” “Friends,” Dean confirms tonelessly, not liking the way the corners of the other guy’s lips tick up at that. “Best friends. Cas and I are family.” “I just wanted to make sure. I didn’t want to, you know, overstep. But alas, it seems that I can try and shoot my shot, as they say, then.” Dean barks a toneless laugh, trying to cover up the hollow feeling in his stomach. This isn’t happening. “Sorry, definitely barking up the wrong tree there, dude. Believe me. Save yourself the trouble.” He doesn’t know why he says it like that. He doesn’t know why he says it, period, other than the fact that he never, ever wants to come into one of the countless rooms in the bunker to witness… whatever was just going on between his lookalike and his best friend, again. “Hm.” Douchebag-Dean seems to consider that for a moment, his eyes trailing the staircase to the bunker’s main entrance where Cas had disappeared a mere minute ago. “Thanks for your concern, but I don’t think I will.”

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Monday March 6]

[being-of-rain]

Some thoughts on my Classic Who watchthrough, the second half of season 21. I’ve got really behind on these thoughts, whoops. I’m still hoping to get through them all before the end of the year!

First of all, before I forget- why on Earth does the cover of the Planet of Fire DVD have the random heat suit right in the middle, but no Turlough on it anywhere??? Bizarre. You know I love the glimpses of genuine drama and character depth in this show, so I adore Turlough in his final story. The way he keeps secrets and sabotages the Tardis at the start, it’s just like old times. It’s so much more impactful because we’ve seen him grow and change, so reverting back like this feels like something big. Then the way he and the Doctor’s friendship is pushed close to breaking point is great to watch, when they’re forced into a situation where the Master turns up and lives are hanging in the balance, and the Doctor tells Turlough “if you're holding back anything that will aid the Master, our friendship is at an end.” This is a real soap opera for Turlough, I didn’t realise this was such a family drama. And then at the end he makes a choice to face his past! It’s just so good. Every day I pray that Doctor Who gets a bit more experimental with its companions so we get more character journeys like Turlough’s. Oh, and he goes to save Peri’s life while he’s busy with his own stuff too, good on you Turlough. Peri has a pretty strong start! Like a lot of companions, she feels like she gets a bit more generic as her time in the Tardis goes on, but her first story paints an interesting picture. I have to say I agree with her step-father that her plan to join a bunch of strangers for international travel at such a young age was a bad idea... though I guess that’s more or less what she ends up doing in the Tardis anyway. Though to be fair I thought she adapted to it very quickly- One of the first things she does when waking up to find herself on her first alien planet is to find a way to fend off the Master by threatening a Tardis component he needs and fight his control of Kamelion. Her accent is very much under development though huh. Isn’t the story that Nicola Bryant tricked the BBC into thinking she was actually American? How. I’m a big Dr Who fan who’s been binging through this series at break-neck speed, and even I forgot that Kamelion was onboard the Tardis by the start of this story. I can only wonder if casual viewers at the time remembered him at all, like a year after he was last mentioned, especially when his reintroduction here was so sudden. Maybe he was a massive pest of a roommate though, judging by how much satisfaction Turlough takes in disabling him with a vindictive “you’re finished Kamelion!” The Master reminded me of a wild west preacher in this one. I don’t remember seeing much of this story as a kid, except for the one cliffhanger when Peri opened the box in the Master’s Tardis to find the Master was shrunken inside. Iconic. Also, I know the set for the Master’s Tardis is basically always the Doctor’s Tardis with a black makeover, but the implication here is that he modified his central console to look the way the Doctor had modified his to in The Five Doctors, which is hilarious. Finally, the Doctor really says that he’s going to change his ways after Tegan leaves, then the next story kills Kamelion and the Master pretty easily huh. Damn dude. He also gets to say “obey me” at one point when trying to control Kamelion, which felt so weird but fit with the idea of a darker series.

I didn’t have a lot of notes written for The Caves of Androzani, probably because I’ve seen it many times before. Though this is somehow the first time I’ve noticed the way Peri’s accent slips in it. I know it’s a really solid story, but tbh the serial isn’t going to make a list of favourites for me. Bleak stories with basically no likable characters just aren’t really my thing. My favourite bit is naturally the part three cliffhanger. What a phenomenal moment. Maybe it’s because of how grounded and well made the rest of it is, but the Cave Beast really does stand out as particularly fake-looking. But I also thought that about the Myrka in Warriors of the Deep. Surely two of the least convincing monsters in Classic Who? I can suspend my disbelief pretty easily for most of the things in this show but I struggle with them.

One of the only things I really knew about The Twin Dilemma going in was that it was rated the worst Doctor Who story a few times in DWM polls, so I was interested to see what I’d think of it. And now that I have, honestly I feel like I’ve seen worse? Maybe it’s because I’ve absorbed a Lot of Who EU content, and that really raises the bar for what could be considered the worst Doctor Who story. Plus I didn’t really find it boring, which is a crime many other stories commit, but perhaps that’s just because this is the first time I was watching it. I think ultimately a lot of the story’s bad reputation comes from the Doctor’s madness ...which is fair. I think the show doing something different with the Doctor was a very good decision, especially after the Fifth Doctor, and I like how Six explicitly references in the story that his personality is a reaction to Five. And that sort of thing can be done very well, as shown by the Twelfth Doctor. But I think the show made a few big mistakes with Six (and I’ll always say that none of them were Colin Baker’s fault, who was clearly very talented and did the best he could with the scripts he was given). All the mistakes basically come down to the story not really making clear what Six’s personality actually is. The biggest crime of the story is his bouts of madness, like (infamously) strangling Peri, which don’t actually reflect nothing about the character, and don’t mean anything in the story at all. They’re just things that happen... for shock value I guess? Compare to Twelve in Deep Breath, whose extreme moments like leaving Clara without the sonic and taking a coat from a homeless man still felt tied to the character’s newly prickly pragmatism. At the end of Twin Dilemma the Doctor announces that he’s “fully stabilised,” but that doesn’t make a great character introduction when it doesn’t make very clear which extreme bits of his character are staying and which are just going to be ignored with no consequences. Then there’s two things that make the mess worse: firstly, they end the series like that. Maybe they thought that would make people curious about the next series, but personally I think showing the main character at his most unlikable then telling people to come back next time for more of it is a bizarre choice (Again, Twelve’s Deep Breath was better for being at the start of the series, and letting the audience explore the character further soon after.) Secondly, the next season clearly doesn’t have a strong idea of the character, because despite announcing him to be stablisied, Peri goes on to say that he’s still unstable quite a lot next season, and he definitely keeps a lot of his unlikable qualities. In short, in order to make an ‘unlikable Doctor’ work, the Dr Who writers needed a strong idea of what they were going to do with him, and they simply did not.

Anything about the rest of the story? The Doctor being mean meant that the times he had sweet moments with Peri and Azmael stand out. Him saying “brave heart Tegan,” was sweet as well, and so was Peri smiling at the end when he announced “I am the Doctor whether you like it or not.” Tbh one of the things that seemed the most out-of-character to me was when the Doctor calls the Tardis hideous! I bet he felt awful about that later. Something I didn’t like about the story was the way it used the word “alien” all the time as if it made sense to use when the main character is a different species, and sometimes as if the word meant ‘enemy.’ Very bad vibes! I hate it. Something I did like in the story was how Peri could still be very competent even though she was overwhelmed by the Doctor’s changes. One of my favourite moments in the story is when she teleports into the Tardis, a policeman in there points a gun at her and tells her to stop, and she just ignores him because she’s got more important things to deal with like worrying about the Doctor. Amazing. So yeah, that’s the end of Five and the start of Six. Close to the end now!

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 6: Lies of The Father

Summary

You and your siblings uncover both your father’s lies and the secrets of Leonard.

Warnings? Click here

A/N: I’d like to point out that my author’s note on A03 says “Not gonna lie to ya kids, I was operating on 5 minutes of sleep, 2 glasses of water, and a slim jim. All the while fighting Seroquel induced sleep like a brat. So if it sounds like ramblings of a madman down there, that’s most likely. Enjoy!” How do I still live???

“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?” Diego asked.

Five downed the rest of the coffee before tossing the plastic cup off to the side. “I don’t know…yet. But I do know that he’s responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now.”

Luther chimed in, just as confused as the rest of y’all. “How is he connected to what’s gonna happen?”

Five shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“So all we have to go on is a name?” You asked.

“Trust me, it’s enough.”

“There could be thousands of Harold Jenkins in this country alone, you sure?”

“Hazel and Cha-Cha don’t have a briefcase anymore but these orders were still sent to them. Which means that the Harold Jenkins in question is here.”

“Am I the only one skeptical here?” Allison asked. Five huffed as she kept going. “I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what’s-his-name?”

“Harold Jenkins. You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?”

“Oh that’s Hazel and Cha-Cha. Yeah, I think I remember those guys.”

“Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk.” Diego snarked.

“Yeah, them. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth.”

“The Temps what?” Allison was still lost.

You, on the other hand, seemed to catch on fast. “Like…a time travel Illuminati?”

Five nodded in your direction while the others just gave you stunned glances. You merely shrugged.

“Exactly as Y/N says. They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen…happens.”

You immediately had a shit ton of questions running around your head. For instance, how would they know what’s actually supposed to happen?

That went to another question and then another as the voices of the others drowned out.

‘Wouldn’t that just affect one timeline instead of…all of time? Was there even multiple timelines? Were those theories wrong? I mean they are just theories so technically they can’t be right or wrong…right? That seems like a massive oversight to just have one timeline. Who even created such a thing? Has to be someone who could time travel like Five, right? Why does the apocalypse need to happen, anyway? Should we tell Vanya—”

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“You coming?”

“To kill Harold Jenkins? Sure.”

Allison stuttered as you joined Five and Diego. “There’s no telling that we’re actually killing him, Y/N.”

“Well I doubt tying him up is gonna save the world.”

Luther’s plan to rummage through dad’s files was immediately shot down. Another argument looming over the conversation.

“We don’t have time for this.” Five urges.

“Let’s roll. I know where we can find this asshole. Klaus, Y/N, you two are with me.”

You nodded but Klaus tried getting out of it. “Yeah. I—I’m good.”

“You’re good?” You questioned.

“I think I’ll, uh…I think I’ll pass.” Everyone watched him as he walked past. “Feeling a little under the weather, so, uh…”

Diego and Five rolled their eyes before leaving the room and you followed suit.

“Drink some water Klaus!” You shouted as the three of you left the house.

——✨——

The four of you rode in Diego’s car all the way to the police station. He turned off the ignition.

“I know this Jenkins dude has to have a record.”

“How sure are you?” You asked.

“Positive, everyone has a record.”

You smirked. “I don’t have a record.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“Hard to get caught when you have powers.”

Diego let out a silent laugh. Allison looked nervous.

“So what’s your plan? Waltz in there and just ask for it?”

“I know the station like the back of my hand, sis. I spent a lot of time inside.”

“Handcuffed.”

“Whatever. Here’s the plan.”

“Plan? I’m just gonna blink in and get the file.”

There was a brief silence before a caught-off-guard Diego responded.

“No, that’s not…you don’t know the ins and out of this place, okay?”

“I literally just did this yesterday.”

“What?”

“My yesterday, not your yesterday. It’ll take me two seconds. Why don’t I just go?”

“Listen to me. You are not going in there. I made a call. That’s what a leader does. He leads.”

The silence from all of you spoke volumes and you squinted in Diego’s direction. A combination of confused and amused by his dollar tree vigilante attitude.

He left the car tabs entered into an alley, leaving the three of you in the car.

“Y’know, when we finish saving the world, we should probably get him therapy.”

Five and Allison nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Allison shifted, preparing to leave the car.

“Where you going?”

“I feel terrible about what happened earlier with Vanya. I need to try to talk to her.” With that, she left the car and headed towards the nearest payphone. There was a short silence before Five spoke up.

“What happened earlier…with Vanya?”

“Well, while we were all talking Vanya and her boyfriend showed up but nobody wanted to say anything.”

“Including you?”

You looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah…”

“Why didn’t you guys tell her?”

“I mean…y-you know how sensitive Vanya can be.”

Five smirked. “I seem to remember you also being sensitive.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “She’s sensitive in a different way. I guess…everyone just didn’t want her to worry when there’s nothing she could really do about it. It’s not fair to her to make her feel useless.”

“Maybe you guys should think about giving her a chance to speak. We’re all adults, we don’t need each other to make decisions for us….maybe except for Luther…and Diego…and Klaus….and sometimes you.”

“Me?” You giggled. A smile appeared on Five’s face. “I’ll have you know that I am the most mature of everyone…maybe excluding you since you’re older.”

“Considering everyone else…that’s not a high bar.”

You playfully hit him. The two of you watched Allison hang up the phone as Diego approached her. She took a look at the file and just as Five was about to get out, you saw her eyes widened and she quickly came back to the car, Diego in tow.

Allison hopped in next to you.

“What’s wrong? Does he have a record?” You asked.

Allison handed you the file. “That address look familiar?”

You skimmed over everything but took in what stood out. Two important factors. One being that Harold Jenkins went to jail for homicide and the other being that he shared the exact same address as Leonard.

“Holy shi—”

——✨——

Then

“Y/N, I don’t think we should be doing this.” Vanya whispered.

Despite this, she sat perfectly still as you continued painting around her eyes with the eyeliner. While it wasn’t quite the premium make-up kit you’ve seen in pictures, what Pogo had bought for you was just what you needed as a make-up starter kit.

You had been terrorizing everybody lately. Minus your dad, who didn’t know you had make-up, and Pogo who asked that he’d be kept safe from the make-up as compensation for him gifting you that.

Luther wanted nothing to do with it but Diego thought it’d be funny to convince you to use the red lipstick to paint stuff on Luther’s face.

Allison was thrilled to recreate some of the looks she would see in the teen magazines she’d always get from Pogo. While you guys tried and you did succeed to some extent, it still didn’t come out as pristine and perfect as the models.

Ben said no as well and while you were upset, he managed to make you feel better with a drawing he made. Working on his skills during his spare time. You were too busy looking for a place to hang it to notice you had been had.

Klaus was thrilled. You messed up with his eye look but he found himself fond of it. Giving birth to his iconic look.

With Grace, she merely gave you a lesson on how to achieve her look. Teaching you how to keep a steady hand along with little cheats like holding something firm against your face while you did your eyeliner. One she was sure you understood her lesson, she let you do her make-up for the day. You did a good job. She was proud.

Then there was Vanya. While she was nervous, a huge part of her was happy to be included. Though, you had always made an effort to spend time with Vanya. That didn’t stop her from being nervous about getting in trouble.

Your dad was very strict and anything that could make y’all remotely happy was forbidden outside of the designated days. Hell, maybe even thinking happy thoughts was against his strict rules.

“Just stay still a little bit longer.” You muttered. “Aaaaand done!”

You inched back with a huge grin as you handed Vanya a grey handheld mirror. An extra given to you by your mother. You sat in anticipation as Vanya peered at the look you had given her.

The anxiety only melted away once you saw the small smile that adorned her face.

“You like it?” You asked, still wanting some audible confirmation.

She nodded. “I do. I look…I like it. I look so pretty.”

“You always looked pretty, Vanya. The make-up Just enhanced your beauty.”

A young Vanya was smitten with her appearance. While the lot of you always had some insecurity issues due to your dad’s shitty parenting, it was always somewhat noticeable with Vanya's insecurity.

You were happy when she came to you talking about how your dad let her have the violin he kept around. None of you knew his deal with it considering you never saw him play it.

“Just imagine…” you began musing as Vanya continued getting lost in her own eyes. “Vanya Hargreeves on some big billboard and you selling out some grand arena.”

She gave a meek laugh. “I doubt anyone would care about me after you guys save the world for the billionth time.”

There was a hint of frustration in Vanya’s voice but it went unnoticed by you as you leaned towards Vanya, gently taking her hand and lowering the mirror.

“After the world is saved…don’t you think people want to relax listening to you?”

While the thought made her smile, it gradually vanished as she continued to downplay herself. “No, once they see my last name they’ll wonder why I don’t have powers like everyone else.”

“Mmmmmmm….maybe you can use a different name. So that when people are looking at you, they aren’t thinking about the rest of us.”

The tension in Vanya’s body seemed to dissipate as the suggestion filled her mind and she leaned back, her upper body rested on her arms.

“Like….something mysterious. How about…Vanya….Vasilev.”

“Russian?”

“Yeah, your first name is Russian, so why not?”

Vanya giggled. “Hmm…Vanya…Tolstoy?”

“Like, the War & Peace guy?”

Vanya nodded.

“Or maybe we don’t even go Russian, maybe we can just use any other name. Like Vanya Page or…Vanya Adams?”

“Ooh, Vanya Adams sounds good.”

Before the two of you could continue, the alarms blared throughout the manor. It was time for another mission. The sounds of your siblings all stomping and running through the halls made it very clear. If not, then Ben bursting into the room looking for you made it extremely clear.

“Y/N, we have to—”

He stopped when he noticed Vanya’s new makeup look. He smiled and offered a nod of hello. “You look great Vanya.” He then turned to you. “Y/N we gotta go.”

“Right.” You responded, Vanya could hear it in your voice how you dreaded it but she felt there was nothing she could do.

You had closed the door behind you, leaving Vanya alone with the mirror. She lifted it once again, falling head over heels for the girl she saw on the other side.

——✨——

The four of you hopped out of the car and walked towards Leonard’s house.

“We should be careful. We don’t know what Leonard’s capable of.”

Diego scoffed. “Yeah, he didn’t seem dangerous when I first saw him. Looked kinda scrawny.”

“Well, between him and you, one of you is guilty of patricide.” You commented. “It’s always the ones you don’t expect.”

Allison nodded in agreement. “Yeah, just look at Five.”

“Thanks.” Five replied back.

“Good point. So what’s this guy want with Vanya?”

You tapped Allison on the arm and motioned for the window that you came through last time. Luckily for you, Leonard suspected nothing and the window was still cracked open.

You laughed. “See? Suburbanites never learn.”

“I guess they don’t.”

Allison climbed in first and you followed, just in time to see Five blink in and Diego Rambo crashing through the door’s front window. The two of you rolling your eyes.

As Diego struggled to lift himself, the three of you waltzed over.

“Subtle.” Allison joked as you knelt down to help him get up.

Five casually opened the door. “You know the door was unlocked.”

“Yeah, well, my way works just fine. Spread out. Yell if you, uh…you know, you’re in trouble.”

You glanced over to the others before trailing after Diego while the others wandered into other areas.

“I think you should sit down.” You suggested.

“I know your the doc and all but we got more important things to worry about,”

“Have you even been taking anything for the pain?”

“Don’t need to. Just gotta wait for the healing process to keep going. Kinda wish your healing accelerated it more but—”

“Diego, you don’t have to push yourself like this.”

The two talked as you both rummaged through stuff to find anything that might actually link Leonard to the end of the world.

“Yes…I do.”

There was a brief silence before he spoke up again.

“Do you remember how it felt…when Ben died?”

“……I think we all remember how it felt.”

Diego nonchalantly nodded. “Yeah but you specifically. When you run away…how did it make you feel?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Slightly worried about fueling his revenge boner.

“Felt great. Felt like I was taking control of my life for once. But I was mostly being fueled by anger and spite. And the reality only hit me when I realized that I was out on the street. That same anger…spite…and pride kept me from coming home too. Didn’t wanna give dad the satisfaction of knowing that one of the kids he tormented couldn’t survive without him.”

Another silence.

“I should’ve come after you. I coulda found you.”

You rolled your eyes. Not out of annoyance but it humored you. “You sound like Klaus.”

“It’s what a big brother would do.”

You scoffed. “You’re NOT my big brother.”

“I’m number 2.”

“We were all born at the same time.”

“Dad found me before you.” He teased.

“That literally doesn’t mean anything.”

Diego walked over, catching sight of a poster featuring Vanya. You didn’t see the soft smirk that appeared on his face. It only made his worry for Vanya grow. It really dawned on him that he hadn’t seen her since earlier and even if he didn’t think much of Leonard then, there was no telling what he could’ve done to Vanya in that time.

“Guys, you need to see this.” Allison was heard shouting.

You all convened upstairs, standing below the very attic that you had stumbled on last time before you had to retreat.

“Can't believe I forgot about that.” You spoke.

“Yup, first thing I went to check.” Allison responded.

When you all climbed up, there was a very clear picture painted of what Leonard had planned. Needless to say, this man had a vendetta against y’all.

“All our faces are burnt off.”

“Jeez….talk about toxic fandom.” You morbidly joked.

“Yeah,” Diego agreed. “this guy’s got some serious issues.”

“This was never about Vanya.”

“He just wanted to get to us.” You finished Allison’s revelation.

Suddenly, a thump was heard. Five had collapsed. You knelt down, spotting blood slowly seeping through his shirt. You glanced at his face before focusing back on the wound, wasting no time in placing a hand over the bullet wound with your other grabbing onto his hand to keep him focused.

“He’s been shot. Five when did this happen?” You asked.

The others watched as your signature white healing aura emitted from your hand. Five groaned as he felt the bullet lodged into his body being slowly picked out. He’s never felt your healing really do this before.

Cauterizing and closing up wounds was more along your forte. So long as you were quick enough. Recent wounds wouldn’t be an issue. All the patient had to do was let it heal.

This feeling though probably felt worse as he felt this agonizing reversal. Diego and Allison watched in a combination of disgust and amazement as the bullet crawled out of the wound like something out of a horror movie.

You mindlessly grabbed the bullet and tossed it to the side before returning to focus on the wound, which was now closing up.

Diego and Allison exchanged glances towards each other before looking at you.

“Ok, he should be fine but he’s exhausted and he needs rest.”

“How did you do that?” Diego questioned.

You looked up at him. “What? Heal? Diego you know how.”

“No, you—”

“We have to keep going…” Five groaned. “So…close.”

He went silent as Allison tried getting a response out of him. You waved it off.

“I told you he’s fine. He’s just tired. We should get him outta here, get him back home.”

——✨——

“How is he?” Diego asked, approaching Allison as she paced back and forth.

The two watched as you aided Grace in making sure Five was ok. You didn’t even hear what they were talking about as the anxiety was pouring over you.

You didn’t answer Diego’s question but you were fully aware of what transpired. You have NEVER reversed a wound like that. That little power-up combined with the looming end of days made you nervous.

You’ve read stories of people who suddenly saw spirits and all other types of shit when they were closing in on death’s door. Maybe it was something like that?

And if it wasn’t, you didn’t even have time to dive deeper into it. Vanya was somewhere with Leonard and Leonard was using her in some ploy to kill all of you and destroy the world.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt your mother’s hand gently covered your own. Your eyes met and she offered you her signature smile.

“You did a great job taking care of him. You don’t have to worry, Y/N.” Grace quickly picked up that something else was wrong. “I know you all are so grown up now but I want you to know…you can still talk to me. I’m your mother after all.”

You smiled. There was a silence before you finally spoke up.

“Mom…growing up…did I ever…show any upgrades to my powers? Like…I don’t know…”

“Hmm…not that I’m too aware of. Your father and Pogo mostly kept track of such things. My only job was to make sure you all got the love and care you needed.”

You nodded. You understood they’d probably purposely keep Grace out of the loop.

“Your father…he did see the untapped potential in all of you. That’s all he really wanted but…to me you were all perfect on your own.”

Your interest was piqued as your mother spoke.

“You know, despite all of you being the same age. You were always so small compared to your siblings. Maybe it was just me but you needed that extra care.” She laughed. “You and Vanya were similar like that but also in your own ways. When you tagged along with me whenever you could…before your father whisked you both away. We admired all the amazing views.”

She was reminiscing and it was lovely to hear.

“I remembered you wanted to be an artist.” She looked up at you. “Do you still draw?”

Your eyebrows raised, caught off guard by the question. “Oh um….yeah, I would think I’m still an artist. I draw as a hobby sometimes but I mostly like performing.”

Her smile grew larger, exposing teeth. “That sounds lovely, sweetie. One day I’ll have to see.”

“Oh, you should Vanya. She’s great with the violin.”

“Does she still have the same one?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s nice to hear…” She looked back down at Five who was still sound asleep. “I missed you all…so much.”

She seemed to zone out as she stood up and left the room. Leaving you alone with Five. You finally noticed both Diego and Allison were gone. You stood up off the bed but looked down at Five.

You don’t know what possessed you to do so but you ended up leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving the room.

You needed some sleep.

——✨——

The next morning, there was a family meeting featuring just you, Klaus, Five, and Luther. Breakfast was courtesy of you while coffee was courtesy of Klaus.You looked over at Luther who was purely hungover. The sight kept you giggling occasionally.

“Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?” Five whined.

“Don’t know if you remember but you don’t kill for coffee, you buy it.”

Luther groaned. “Let’s just get started.”

Klaus gestured around the room. “Anyone seen any of the others? Diego? Allison? No?”

You took a bite out of a piece of bacon. “Last we were doing was trying to find Vanya.”

“Alright then this is the closest thing to a quorum…” he started banging silverware on the table. “that we’re gonna get. Now listening up. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just gonna spit it out……yeah.”

He faded into silence. You all looked at him expectantly and when he didn’t keep going, Luther urged him.

“Klaus.”

“I conjured Dad last night.”

That perked everyone up but once again, Klaus didn’t keep going. You gestured your hand.

“And? Did he say anything interesting?”

Luther interrupted. “I thought you said you haven’t been able to conjure in years.”

“Yes, yes, I know, but I’m sober. Ta-da!”

“Aww, good for you.”

Klaus nodded in your direction. “Thank you.”

“How you feeling?”

“Like shit but that’s not important.”

Another lead into silence. Luther rolled his eyes. “Anyone got any aspirin?”

“Top shelf, above the crackers.” Five answered curtly.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Klaus urged. “This is serious, guys, all right? This really happened. I swear.”

Five relented. “Okay, fine. I’ll play. What did the old man have to say?”

“Well, he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life.”

“Sounds like him.” You threw out quickly before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah, no surprise, I know. Even the afterlife couldn’t soften a bar dass like Dad, right? But he did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof, because…he killed himself.”

……………………………

“Say sike right now”.

Klaus shook his head.

Luther groaned, beginning to stand up. “I don’t have time for your games Klaus.”

“I’m telling you the truth, Luther. I’m telling you the truth.”

“Why’d he do it then?” Five asked.

“He said it was the only way to get us all home again.”

Luther shook his head. “No, Dad wouldn’t just kill himself.”

Five added onto Klaus’ reason. “You said it yourself, he was depressed. Holed up in his office and room all day and night,”

“No, there weren’t any signs. Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors.”

“Like sending someone to the Moon for no reason?” Klaus suggested.

Luther glared at Klaus. “I swear to God, Klaus, if you’re lying…”

Klaus threw his hands up in defense. “I’m not. I’m not.”

“Master Klaus is correct.”

All of you turned to see Pogo entering the room. His presence being a sight for sore eyes in the midst of all that’s going on but his confirmation souring his appearance.

“What?” You were in disbelief.

“Regretfully….” He sighed. “I helped Master Hargreaves enact his plan.”

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ You thought.

Luther fully turned to Pogo. “What?”

“So did Grace.”

The hits just keep coming.

“It was a difficult choice for both of us. More difficult than you know.” He continued. “Prior to your father’s death, Grace’s programming was adjusted so that she was incapable of administering medical aid.”

“Sick bastard.”

“So the security tape we saw?”

“It was meant to further the murder mystery. Your father hoped that being back here, solving it together…”

You all felt annoyance wash over you.

“This is such bullshit.” You spouted. “At no point whatsoever did you think to just be…upfront? What was all of this for? Bring us all together and then what?”

“You would all come together to save the world.”

You scoffed. “Save the world?” You angrily stood up from your seat and started pacing back and forth. “This man’s head was really so far up his ass that he thought him dying…would undo….everything.”

There was a simmering among all of you.

“That….PRICK!” You shouted, causing everyone to jump.

“Glowbug…”

“He treated us like lab rats. Pets meant to perform. He wanted so little to do with us on a nurturing level that he created a robot to take care of us. For him to think that his death would matter so much to us as to reform the academy….the fucking ego. It was HIS fault that the academy broke up. The moment he blamed us for Ben’s death…that showed us……that showed me that he didn’t care about what happened to us. The only people who gave a slither of a shit about his murder were Luther and Diego and Diego only cared because thanks to dear old dad, Diego has a hero complex the size of Texas. Luther only cared because he genuinely thought that maybe, just MAYBE our dad might care about him the most because stayed!”

Luther was taken aback with a hint of embarrassment, even leaning back a bit.

“Klaus is a fucking addict!”

“Recovering.”

“A recovering addict because our dad locked him in a mausoleum! The way he treated Vanya was downright cruel and unnecessary. We meant NOTHING to this man. You’ve seen it first hand, Pogo!”

“You’re father…had his own way of showing how much he care—”

You started shaking your head. “No, no! Don’t do that. Don’t…excuse his shitty parenting. We were nothing more than a failed pet project for him. I can't believe you let us scramble around like that.”

Pogo didn’t respond, causing you to roll your eyes and storm out of the room. Luther watched as you left the room, standing up with the intention of going after you but his rage didn’t allow him to just leave everything at that.

“First the Moon mission and now this…” he threw a glare Pogo’s way.

——✨——

Then

You were all lined up dressed in black karate gis in a white room. It made you nauseous with how much it reminded you of the Bright Room.

You could feel yourself distancing from the current reality. Ben glanced in your direction, noticing your distress, he gently took your hand into his own.

While the sudden touch startled you a bit, you relaxed when you realized who it was. Looking over to him, you flashed a gentle smile, earning one back in return.

The short moment of sweetness was broken when your father strided into the room, Pogo trailing behind him. Ben quickly let go of your hand, almost yanking it, straightening himself out.

While you understood why he did so, it hurt to have him snatch away his affections.

“Children! Your last mission was a success.”

You all smiled at the rare compliment. Of course, it didn’t last.

“However, if the world had to rely on your physical performances everyday, it would’ve been destroyed years ago.”

The smiles gradually melted off your faces. Some of you looking down in shame. But all of you tensed. If y’all being instructed to get ready for physical combat wasn’t enough of a sign then Reginald scolding you was another sign.

——✨——

You had all been paired off. Luther and Diego, Klaus and Allison, and then you and Ben. Diego and Luther were practically going at each other’s throats. Allison was having a tough time getting Klaus to take it seriously. Meanwhile, you and Ben were practicing with no intention of hurting each other.

Reginald watched all of you and grew frustrated. He hit his cane against the gong in frustration, stopping all of you.

“I fear for the hostage that has you all as saviors. I’d wish for death.” His words were harsh. “Everyone line up!”

You all did as you were told, planting yourself right next to Ben. Your father eyed each of you. His eyes landing on Ben and then you.

“Number 6! Do you think the enemy will care if Number 8 doesn’t deserve to be hit?”

Ben didn’t respond, only looking up at Reginald with anxiety in his eyes.

The silence irked your father. “I asked you a question.”

Ben shook his head. “No, sir.” He replied meekly.

“Do you think they shall pull their punches when they face off against a child with more power than they can imagine?”

Ben glanced over to you before looking back up at Reginald and shaking his head.

“Then why is it that you seek to send Number 8 into the field with no sense of the danger she’ll be forced to face?”

“I-I’m not—”

“Your excuses and stuttering will endanger the others, Number 6.”

Before Ben could continue, Reginald pulled him from the line-up.

“Number 8, come forward.”

You stepped out of the line-up, facing Ben, who looked like he was becoming increasingly nervous. Reginald approached the gong, smacking again.

“Begin!” He ordered.

However, the two of you didn’t immediately start. Only giving each other scared looks. Ben got into a flimsy stance then you followed suit.

The others all shared uncertain glances towards each other. They knew how sensitive you were and they knew how much Ben was a softie for you. You guys weren’t just gonna fight like your dad wanted.

Reginald huffed. His annoyance flavored the tension that filled the room. Your father then approached the two of you, placing a small bell in between you before going back to his original spot.

“The first of you to ring the bell wins. Failure to participate will result in lack of supper for the night.”

Allison raised an immediate objection. “That’s not fair!”

“Any objections will be met with the same discipline!” He quickly shot her down.

He banged against the gong once more, the two of you tightening up your stances. At this age, Ben’s stature towered over you as did everyone else’s. It was all the more reason that the others were so protective of you during your youths.

You tried making the first move, only to have Ben kick your hand away. You looked up at him in shock. He shrugged, mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ before he reached down for the bell. Winning the spar.

‘Why did I let him take it?’ You thought to yourself.

He extended his hand and you had no qualms about taking it.

“Acceptable Number 6! Back to the line!”

You were about to go back as well until your dad stopped you.

“Number 8, stay right there.” He turned to the others. “A unit can only be as strong as their weakest link….and right now that weakest link is Number 8.” He gave you his usual stern look but this time it sent chills down your spine. “Number 8, this lesson will be for you especially. A true hero doesn’t back down from a battle.”

Finally you spoke up. “But I don’t wanna be a hero!” You shouted. Taking everyone by surprise. With everyone looking at you, a tinge of embarrassment washed over you. At least, you think that’s what it was.

“C-can I go to my room…..please?”

Reginald smirked. “Where is this attitude when you need to show it, Number 8?” He didn’t give you an answer. Instead turning to Allison. “Number 3! Step forward!”

Then he placed the bell in between the both of you. You were about to do this again.

The gong rung and you immediately tried going for a quick win but Allison stopped you. “I heard a rumor…”

Of course, you had no recollection of this. You just snapped back into reality seeing Allison holding the bell. The others saw that Allison didn’t even fully rumor you, just placed you in the initial trance.

“Clever thinking, Number 3! Back to the line.”

Allison sent a remorseful look your way. Luther offered Allison a small smile but she didn’t return it. She was too disgusted by what they were being egged on into putting you through.

“Number 4–” Reginald gave Klaus a once over. In the time he’s known you children. He learned that Ben could participate provided he was pressured. Klaus, on the other hand, would not go through with this. “Number 2! Step forward!”

Diego did as he was told. You readied yourself once more. The bell rang. Almost instinctively (almost like you didn’t want to even fight the others) you had the urge to try and grab the bell.

“You know it’s n-not gonna work.” Diego stated. “Come on. You have to fight.” He urged.

You tightened your fists. He shot his arm forward and you leaned back, dodging it in time. Your gaze shot down just in time to catch his foot raising and you slipped back in response. With him off-kiltered, you took the chance to kick the bell off to the side in order to keep it out of reach from Diego. Then you ran towards it, grabbing it and ringing it. You won.

Everyone smiled, Diego included. Now this whole charade can be finished and they could leave—

“Acceptable Number 8! Now, do it again!”

“What?” You said in disbelief. “But I did what you said.”

“Surely you didn’t think one success would be enough to prove you’ve learned, did you? No. The criminals you’ll be faced with will not stop just because you hit them once. Put the bell back and do it again.”

Then he turned to Diego.

“Number 2, I expected better of you. Run the exercise again.”

——✨——

You were exhausted. You had to fight everyone, including Klaus. After all was said and done, your dad told you that your performance was “sufficient” but not enough to earn a meal. Upset, you ran off to your room and hid under your bed.

The first person to find you was Vanya, who came in with some stolen food. She managed to coax you out of your spot and let you rest your head on her thighs. You were still too upset to eat the food she had brought you, only letting out soft sniffles as Vanya rubbed your arm.

“It’s gonna be ok, Y/N.”

“No, it’s not…I hate it here…we’re nothing but prisoners.”

——✨——

Now

You had went back to your room. Not wanting to accidentally face Pogo or anybody else for that matter. Despite the current desire to be left alone, the loud footsteps approaching your room told you otherwise.

The footsteps were only heavily contrasted with the soft knocking. That told you that it was Luther.

“Not really in the mood, Luther.”

Despite this, the door opened slowly and he poked his head in.

“Hey.” He said curtly.

You slowly turned your head to him. “Were there any other lies Pogo needed to get off his chest? Maybe a second group of Umbrella kids like us that he abandoned on the other side of the world? Maybe a portal to another universe? Maybe that our birth mothers never really gave us up and he actually off’d them when they didn’t agree to give us up?”

Luther didn’t respond, merely shrugging. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

——✨——

“So what was life like? You know, outside.” Luther asked, stuffing a muffin into his mouth before drowning it in beer.

You let out an awkward laugh. “Why does it feel like all of you are suddenly asking me that?”

“Well…we all kind of fell off the grid from each other. Then we all got back together and then I realized…I have no clue what you were doing with your life.”

You shrugged. “I was vibing. I was…performing…I was…living. At least I think I was.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You leaned back against your chair. “I don’t know…I guess I always felt like something was missing from it all. Like…something was just keeping me from feeling…fully fulfilled. I thought dad’s death was what I wanted but…felt nothing positive during the funeral. Didn’t even feel like pissing on it like I planned to.”

Luther chuckled. You observed him as he tried to slyly watch the other patrons all in the middle of their life.

“You know, it’s not too late.”

He looked at you. “Hm?”

“For you…to enjoy life. 30 isn’t old you know. Besides, we’re all emotionally stunted beyond belief.” You said, carefully taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

Luther was about to contemplate your suggestion but groaned when he caught sight of the others. The door opened and Klaus came over, bending down to give you a hug from behind.

“Glowbug~🖤”

“Hey, Klaus.”

“Trying a little hair of the dog, are we? Hm?”

“Leave me alone.”

Diego sat down beside Luther. “Give us a minute.”

“Alright.” Klaus replied casually. “Maybe they’ll brood each other to death.” Klaus joked under his breath.

“Look, Dad was wrong to lie to you. To all of us.”

Before Diego could continue, Luther cut him off. “Look, I did my time. All right? Four years up there watching and waiting because he said the world needed me. Four years of nothing but soy paste and processed air because I was naive enough to believe that dads don’t lie to their kids.” His drink hovered below his mouth. “But guess what? The joke’s on me.”

Diego’s fingers tapped against the table as he looked over to you, as if he wanted you to help. You merely shrugged before taking another sip of your drink. Diego then looked over to Klaus and Five before Luther spoke up again.

“Look I’m done. With all of it. With him, with you, with this whole damn…academy.” The last bit was drenched in hatred. “You wanna save the world, you go right ahead. I’m fine to sit here and finish my beer and…get my…buzz on.”

You couldn’t help the laugh the slipped past your lips at Luther’s attempts to be cool and laid back.

“You wanna turn your back on me and your brothers, that's fine. But your sisters deserve better than that…” Diego watched for a reaction from Luther but got nothing but you glanced at Diego before turning back to look at Five and Klaus. Fixing your face in hopes the two of them could give you a hint on what’s happening..

You were here…Vanya was with Leonard…Allison was—

“…Allison deserves better than that.”

Luther perked up. “Allison? What are you talkin’ about?”

“Well, we got ahold of Harold Jenkins’ police file. Turns out Vanya’s boyfriend is a convicted murderer.”

Luther looked to you and you nodded, corroborating the story.

“Who would’ve thought, right? A little hard to trust anyone who wears corduroy.”

“Diego…” you popped in. “Why isn’t Allison with you all?”

Diego turned to you. “She decided to go after Harold Jenkins…alone.”

“What?!”

Luther looked stunned and pissed. “You should’ve led with that! Jesus Christ!” He shot up from the chair leading the charge out of the pub.

The rest of you trailing along. Completely unaware of the horror that you’d come across when you finally reached Vanya and Allison.

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My people!! How about I give you some Time Travelling Mordeson Headcanon and AU?

Check it: What if Mordecai realizes that he and Benson don't see eye to eye and Mordecai takes that personally?

No matter what he does, Benson will just get angry at him or push him away. And that upsets him, so he goes to have a conversation with Pops to try and solve the issue. And from his interaction, it's obvious that Benson will never like him due to past events where he plus Rigby would nearly ruin his life, trust issues, and how much of a screw-up he is in general.

Hence Mordecai gets the brilliant idea to travel to past events and fix their broken bond.(or in other words, he travels through the first few seasons of the show).

I headcanon that the microwave in the kitchen grants anyone the ability to time travel to the past/future based on the "It's Time" episode (where Mordo fucked up the microwave by dumping tons of clocks cuz he didn't want Rigby to go out with Mags).

For example, in The Power episode, instead of asking Pops, he gets Ben to help him flip the cart while Pops and Rigby go deal with the monster issue. Mordo tries to explain himself but Ben only gets more angry. 

Well, that didn't work.

Then he travels to Caffeined Concert Tickets where he wakes up just the right moment their tickets were stolen by the coffee bean man and his partner/translator(?). Mordo and Rigs are chasing them with the lawn mower but then accidentally knock into Ben. The scene of Ben falling happens and then he yells the line to help him pick up his gumballs and Mordo is quick to step on the brakes and do just that.

Rigby would probably be so confused watching like "Dude!! What are you doing?? They're getting away" but Mordo ignores him and successfully gives Ben his gumballs while apologizing. A speechless Benson takes them and watches him run back to the cart because Rigby continues to scream at him to hurry up.

This is basically the whole concept: Have Mordo spend as much time with his boss as possible. Why as much as possible? Because during his solo adventure, he is being chased by these two masked individuals who want to stop him.

Mordo don't care tho. He is set to get Benson to like him and no one will stop him.

On the way, Mordecai finds himself discovering that he and Ben aren't as different as he believed. And the more moments the two are together, the more Mordo falls for Ben.

Meanwhile, in the present day, Ben is experiencing a painful change in his body because of all the time travelling Mordo is doing. He then is aware Mordo is nowhere to be seen and goes to look for him, only to be shocked at the microwave acting like it's about to explode. And when he gets closer to it to check in better detail, he gets sucked in.

Back to Mordo, he starts to lose control of the places he ends up in but then ends up in a place with his Benson. The two bicker back and forth, with Benson disappointed in him but then Mordo reveals why he's doing this and admits his feelings to Ben. And Ben is shocked, but in a twist he also admits he he never hated him.

A huge black hole then shows up and so do the two masked individuals to reveal Skips and Ted. They explain Mordecai has been unintentionally destroying the universe and if he doesn't stop, everything will go down the drain. And to do that, they have to reset Father Time, leading to all their memories being wiped.

Yada Yada, post too lost, Yada Yada, world is saved.

Mordo and Ben apologize to each other and the everything resets.

Cuts to Mordo and Rigs first day in the Park, but Mordo and Ben have this weird sparkle between each other. Giving the idea that their relationship will be wholesome.

Or something like that. I dunno, maybe I'm coping over the fact I WANT MORDECAI AND BEN TO INTERACT, JG WHY DIDN'T YOU MADE AN EPISODE WITH THEM WITHOUT A DAMN RACCOON FOLLWING?! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THAT FROM US-

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There's something weird about the DC movies. Specifically WW 1984 and The Flash. Both movies have pretty clear morals to their climaxes, and those morals are basically "don't hope too much or try to change things." Which are weird ones to have in anything, but especially mind boggling to have in superhero media.

Wonder Woman 1984

So, for those who don't know, WW1984's villain is a dude who fuses with a magical wishgranting rock, but, when you make a wish on the rock, you have to give up the thing you value most in exchange (the rock doesn't tell you this ahead of time). So the dude goes around granting wishes until he gets access to every screen on the planet and gets everyone to make a wish on him so he can take their most valued things. In order for Wonder Woman to beat him, she shows him that this is hurting his son (by destroying the world) and he convinces everyone to renounce their wishes. The day is saved, and WW can go try and move on from her dead boyfriend or whatever.

Now, the thing is, the guy who was granting the wishes wasn't actually doing anything. He was absorbing power from the people who were making wishes, but he wasn't using that for any purpose. What was destroying the world was the wishes themselves. Every single person who makes a wish on screen wishes for bad shit. Like there's a lady who wishes for someone to die and then the dude just drops dead. Shit's fucked up.

What this means is that the thing causing the danger isn't an evil villain; he's only creating the opportunity. What's to blame for the oncoming end of the world are the wishes of humanity. It is, in effect, bad to wish for things, not because you might get your shit sucked out by an evil rock, but because your wish might come true. It is only by not wishing for things that you can help Wonder Woman save the world.

The Flash (spoilers, if you care)

This one's about Flash trying to change the past. Time travel, woo. He goes back in time to save his mom from being murdered, and he actually succeeds, but he gets knocked out of the time travel and realizes that as a result of his actions all the super heroes are MIA and Zod (evil general superman) is about to invade.

Flash meets up with himself from this time and gets the band back together, with Batman and Supergirl because Superman didn't arrive in this timeline. Then they go to fight Zod. Montage, music plays, big battle scene, until, they lose. Supergirl and Batman die, so the Flashes need to go back to the past to try and save the day.

Then they fail. And it's kind of interesting, I guess, because we're trained to expect the heroes to succeed at this sort of thing. Then they go back in time again to try and save the day, only to fail again, and again, and again.

Our flash explains to the new flash that this is because this is fated to happen. Zod wins and the planet is destroyed, there's nothing they can do about it. The other flash refuses to listen and keeps trying to save the day until he threatens the fabric of time and space and an evil monster appears.

The twist is that the monster is the other flash, after countless attempts to change the outcome, he's become unrecognizable and now he's here to stop our Flash from stopping him from saving the day. He tries to kill our Flash, but the other Flash takes the hit, dying in the process and erasing his future self from existence.

Our Flash realizes what he has to do, he goes to unchange the past, and then he returns to the present, where his mom's still dead, but at least his dad isn't in prison anymore.

Once again, the Big Problem, isn't the villain. Zod's an obstacle, sure, but the thing threatening to destroy all of existence isn't him, it's the fact that Other Flash wants to save the day. If he just gave up, then all solvable problems would be solved. And it's by giving up on, uh, having a living mother, that our Flash does save the day in the end.

So you can see my problem with this

The moral of the story is that some things can't be changed, and if you try to fix them, you'll only hurt yourself and others. The moral of the story is that if you wish for things, you'll wish for something wrong and selfish, so you need to not wish. These are morals, kinda, if you squint at them, but they suck. They're depressing and hopeless.

And they're especially bad in a Superhero Movie.

The whole point is to reach for what's impossible. We're here to watch larger than life figures prevail against impossible odds and save the world. We're here to change the things that can't be changed, and to wish for a brighter world. These morals are practically antithetical to the genre they're presented in. And if you're, like, writing fucking Watchmen, then sure, that's fine, but when you're writing blockbuster bright and colorful superhero movies—when Watchmen's already come out, when we've got more evil supermen than we have fingers and one of them's already appeared in your own universe—what're you even doing?

These are for kids, man. And the kids in us if we're lucky. Let 'em hope.

[mysteriawrites]

Hey. I'm new to Tumblr and I quite like your blog! May I request a Genshin male request like the other person? Thanks :)

MBTI: INFJ

Enneagram: 5w4

Personality:

Likes to study chemistry and biology, very academically invested when I'm interested in the subject.

Quiet unless I'm with close friends

Someone who sacrifices themselves for their loved ones (a bit of a people pleaser)

Keeps emotions to myself a lot

Love language is mainly quality time and physical touch.

Thanks :)

Hihi and thankie thankie for the request. This one was pretty easy so let's get straight to the point...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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ALBEDO!!!

You had him at likes studying.

You and Albedo are a match made in heaven. You have the same passions and have a mutual feeling towards people other than those close to you, but you have good hearts and level heads.

You started out as Albedo's apprentice. You had studied the many sciences and concepts of the world, and now you wanted to conquer the mystical powers of alchemy. He was more than happy to teach someone else the craft.

You would meet up once a week for study sessions, sometimes with Thomaus and Sucrose, and once a month you all would go up to the treacherous Dragon Spine.

The more you two worked together, and the closer you got the more you started to fall for him. You felt incredibly guilty for falling in love with your teacher. Even if there wasn't an age gap like a lot of these stories go, it was still unprofessional and detrimental to your studies.

So, you through yourself into your work. If you were focused on your work, you wouldn't be focused on him. Albedo began to become concerned with how hard you were working, but whenever he tried to talk to you, you would make up an excuse and leave. It saddened him, which made him realize himself that he may feel something towards you because he doesn't feel this much with anyone else.

It all came to ahead one day on your latest trip to dragon spine. You couldn't think of a way to get out of going without looking more suspicious than you already were, plus you liked dragon spine; when you looked past the dangers and cold it was a beautiful winter wonderland.

As you trekked up the mountain, Albedo tried to make conversation once more and figure out what was up with you, and you kept trying to avoid the question. You were both so distracted you ended up falling through a think floor of ice and tumbled down into the cold cavern below. Thankful Albedo was able to use his vision to break you two's fall but it was too far down to get back out through the hole (#genshinlogic). You were trapped.

As you two made your way through the cave system, you could feel how the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. Eventually you found a place to make a fire and warm up so you wouldn't freeze to death (I hate that mechanic so much) and you sat down to think of a course of action.

Eventually Albedo turned to you with a stone serious face (dude can be a bit tactless sometimes) asks you what's been going on lately and that he's concerned. You know you can't escape this time. You tell him everything, how you've been feeling, how you've been working to forget those feelings, how you've been avoiding the person who is the object of these feelings, and how that person was him...

Albedo is silent for a moment leaving you to be a big anxious ball of nerves. Then he speaks up. He says he thinks he loves you too, but he's never experienced these feeling before so he's not sure. However, despite that, he would like to find out and discover those feelings with you. You two kiss in front of the crackling fire and snuggle up to keep warm until the traveler comes to save you both (they swear not to tell anyone).

That is where your relationship starts. Your relationship is mainly a series of trial and error. From finding out what kind of PDA you guys like (if any) and what kind of date you enjoy. If you have been in a relationship before, you'll be taking the reins a lot of the time and how to be in a relationship with someone. He doesn't quite understand d it but he's trying his best.

Sometimes Albedo will have insecurities about if you would still love him if he wasn't human, but when you learn of his true origins you tell him he's amazing just the way he is no matter what he is. You also end up becoming a big sister to Klee (One-chan). Thomaius and Sucrose also ship you both, so they try to give you privacy when they can.

Even though he is still learning, Albedo is a good partner. Despite the beliefs of others, he's actually quite warm and caring, he just can get really absorbed in his interests. However, he will always make room for you in his life.

I hope you like it. Teacher x Student trope isn't my favorite, but it seemed fitting, so I tried my best.

Runner Up: Kaveh, Al Haitham

[dropintomanga]

Chifuyu Matsuno - The First Line of Support

I wanted to give a shoutout to one of my favorite supporting characters over the past couple of years, Chifuyu Matsuno of Tokyo Revengers (who won the 2022 Magademy Best Supporting Male Character after Manjiro “Mikey” Sano won the 2021 award).

He’s perhaps one of the best friends any anime/manga character will ever have. 

Chifuyu first made his debut in Tokyo Revengers’ second story arc, the Valhalla arc, where he is seen getting beat up by his gang division captain, Keisuke Baji. Baji was infiltrating Valhalla to help save the Tokyo Manji Gang and had to hurt Chifuyu to get in. Chifuyu would later get to know the series’ protagonist, Takemichi Hanagaki, and the two would work together to find a way to help Baji. Despite their best efforts, it was not a happy ending for the most part. However, Chifuyu and Takemichi’s friendship grew because of their shared concern for Baji. 

After the events of Valhalla and the Bloody Halloween incident that happened during that time, more crazy stuff happens (which I talked about this in the post). Chifuyu tries to comfort Takemichi, who believes he has to take care of all the problems himself. When Takemichi sees that Chifuyu is trying to cheer him up the best he can, he comes out to him that he’s a time-traveler from the future and explains everything. Chifuyu tells Takemichi that he sort of figured it out from some of the things the latter has said about people he knew (including Baji) potentially dying. He even says,

“You’re pretty incredible. You’ve been fighting all alone, right? With nobody praising you or anything. Be proud of yourself, Takemitchy. The results don’t matter! Nobody’s watching, but you stood and fought without running. I respect you, dude.”

Takemichi freaks out a bit and asks Chifuyu if he 100% believed everything he said. Chifuyu coolly replies,

“‘Course I do, dumbass! We’re partners, aren’t we?”

He then swears to Takemichi that he’ll have his back to the very end after coming out to him. Although Chifuyu does some really silly things and can be naïve to a fault, his devotion to Takemichi and his best friends in general knows no bounds. One scene with Chifuyu that stands out to me the most is during the Tenjiku arc of the manga. Takemichi is about to be attacked by the Tenjiku gang in public and a very cool-looking Chifuyu jumps in with a kick on a Tenjiku gang member to save his partner at the last moment.

I want to point to a Magademy judge’s comment about Chifuyu after he won the best supporting male character of 2022. (Note: this is in Japanese)

理想の相棒。千冬のような人に自分も出会いたいと思うし、千冬のように誰かを支えられる人間になりたいとも思わせてくれる。

This roughly translates to the judge saying that Chifuyu is the ideal companion and that the character inspires them to meet and support people just like him.

Chifuyu reminds me of someone who’s coming from a warmline. To explain, a warmline is a phone service operated by mental health peers who have gone through mental health challenges. They are different from crisis lines because when you call a warmline, they will not have police or some kind of law enforcement come in if your feelings sound irrational. Peers from a warmline will listen and won’t judge in any way, shape or form. Although they aren’t exactly “friends,” warmlines exhibit a decent level of compassion and empathy.

I see that with Chifuyu and I really wish we could nurture people like him in real life. Over time, I’ve noticed that there’s a movement that’s pushing communication of your problems towards therapy and not your friends. The narrative goes like this - talking about your innermost problems is only okay with a therapist. Don’t burden your friends or they will judge you (sadly, some of this is true). I think professional help is fine in certain cases, but not every professional will get you and they will NEVER truly be supportive in a way a best friend like Chifuyu can. Friends can definitely bear some of the emotional grunt one’s facing. I hate the many societal barriers that have caused friendships to decline over the past decade (and many more) and prevented people to be able to be great emotional support for their friends.

There’s people who talk about spreading mental health awareness, but they’re not walking the walk in actually addressing what people with mental health problems really need.

That’s compassion, respect, and people to believe them.

Chifuyu does all of this. He’s a true mental health champion in a world I sometimes feel doesn’t have many. If you know someone like this, don’t take their support for granted and treasure them always.

[crazy56u]

Happy 2023, and huge shoutout to the dummy who intended to watch this live due to having Monday off, only to then get asked to work that night anyway!

Already starting off on the right foot, he said sarcastically…

Previously on Quantum Leap: a bunch a shit happened, and Addison is in danger because of reasons.

Hard cut to paparazzi!

“Outta the shot!” Aww, that’s not nice, Ben earned a photobomb.

Okay, why is Carly giving off Janis Joplin vibes?

Also, why is Carly the tallest person in the world?

Okay, the guy Ben leapt into is 100% the guy from the State Farm commercials.

“I can’t believe you remembered I have a mom!”

In another world, this is a James Bond theme song.

“Addison, where are you, you’re missing some sick shit.”

Addison has been waiting two whole months to find out more about her death premonition.

“Fate’s Wide Wheel” walked so that this song could waltz.

There’s a world where this demo session lasted the whole episode.

“Sorry about that dramatic exit last time, it must’ve put a damper on the past few months.”

I love how Ben just sped through the exposition so that he and Addison could argue more.

“Carly died during her sound check. …wait, ain’t this-” “(Ben runs like the Flash)”

Just think, if Ben and Addison had their fight a split second longer, Carly would’ve turned into chunky salsa right then and there.

“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!” Dude, you have eyes.

Wow, this episode really is just “Glitter Rock”: a singer almost gets lighting rigged, and then they get murdered after the big show.

“So, what do we know?” Ernie Hudson, getting philosophical on our asses.

“You don’t just step into a quantum accelerator unless it’s to save a person’s life!” Magic, Sam stepped into the accelerator to make sure the funding didn’t get yanked. Pick a new theory.

Okay, but why would preventing Addison’s death require leaping into the future, though? Just so see what happens so they can prevent it in the past? Isn’t that overly complicating things, though?

Plot twist: Magic isn’t having headaches because of the time travel bullshit, he just has undiagnosed chronic migraines.

“How do we prevent something from happening if we don’t know what that is?” That literally describes 95% of this entire series.

Look, at this point, Janis is probably just doing all of the shit she’s done because she was bored, we don’t fucking know.

MORAL OF THE STORY: If you let your code become open source, it will fuck your in the ass.

Janis is in Belize? Didn’t know this show too place in the Breaking Bad universe…

“Is that Elton John?” “Maybe he murders Carly…” It would be a fucking funny plot twist if Elton John actually was the murderer.

I love how Ben is speaking into his wrist to cover for him talking to Addison, as if wrist microphone technology fucking existed in 1979.

“How did you see that light?” He has eyes, Carly.

Addison picked the worst time to leave…

“Look, I need to focus on my job, also I’m engaged, so, uh, yeah.”

Ma’am, it’s the tail end of the 1970s, I am certain you have had worse pity parties.

Ben has to get rid of a junkie sibling. Only in Chicago.

And of course the junkie was the murderer!

“I’ve heard such great things… (proceeds to suplex her)”

“What, you’re not gonna let me in either? You’re acting like I’m gonna murder her!

Only Ben could make a lie sound honest.

“Ben, how fucking dare you sympathize with the junkie murderer.”

What if turns out she actually is sober, and everyone is a jerk for thinking differently?

“Most killers don’t seem like killers.” Fucking mic drop.

“Look, I’ll be quick, it’s not like Janis is about to show up and eat most of my time.”

“Welcome back to Chicago,” a sentence no one says willingly.

I suspect Ian is a die hard conspiracy theorist.

“She used to write all my songs.” Ah. That explains the jealousy…

“I think her sister is clean and sane.” “Jack, I wanna yell at you, but not during the interview, come with me.”

Why do I have a sinking suspicion that those letters are forced, and the manager is the killer?

…holy shit, this really is “Glitter Rock”; every is a fucking suspect!

Meanwhile, in a place that is not Chicago…

“You happen to know the WiFi password?” Easy; “password”

“I’m not here to arrest you, Janis,” she lied effortlessly.

“Family’s complicated.” Janis, Al would have a stroke if he heard you drugged your mom, pick a new excuse.

“Why did Ben come to be when he had all of you?” … … …don’t tell me Janis was gaslighting Ben all this time…

I love how Ben and Addison have resorted to just pacing in circles.

Did Addison seriously dead ass suggest using Carly as bait?

“Yeah, that’s why you tell her about the plan-” Addison, that’s still using her as bait, what the fuck

“She trusts you! Try trusting her! No, I’m not projecting about you keeping shit from me, shut up!”

“Is this about Carly, or about us?” Yes.

I honestly hate how my “Janis gaslit Ben” theory is starting to make more sense.

“What’re you doing?” “What I always do when I’m in Chicago: almost get killed.”

And Carly decided “Fuck the lot of ya, I’m out.”

…yeah, okay, Trevor is the murderer.

“Okay, I’m angry.” No shit.

I choose to believe that wasn’t in the script; Ernie Hudson is legitimately angry over this plot development.

“Look, shit sucks, that’s why we need to talk to each other.”

And Carly has decided to get crunk.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you before.” You’re not, but go on.

“Carly, Trevor is the real bad guy.” “… … … ( runs away in anger)”

“We can’t change the past.” Ben, it’s this show. Shut up.

Okay, points to Trevor for not even bothering to try and lie. He knows he’s hosed.

Okay, Ben fucking “Bye Felicia”ed his ass, kudos.

Meanwhile, back in Not Chicago…

I like the implication several hours passed in real time, and Janis and Jenn spent all that time drinking silently.

“These are my bodyguards.” “(Uno reverse card) Try again.”

“I drank all the coffee. I can’t feel my heart.”

Hug your sister, damnit.

Thank you.

“Well, Addison… we did it.” “…Ben, there’s still 12 minutes.”

Meanwhile, Trevor is blacked out in a gutter right now.

“Look, fuck being afraid, we’re smoking this bitch out. The concert’s on.”

FUCK YEAH “RAM JAM”

…so he wasn’t faking when he was shocked about the invite?

Magic Payphone

“Look, I’m outta a job and fucking drunk, why are you fucking harassing me, Jack…”

Trevor, stop monologuing and state the name!

Did Ben get stabbed, or slashed? That was hard to tell…

Meanwhile, while Ben is bleeding out, Janis’ vacation time is over.

I choose to believe Magic is just going to lock in a broom closet until she talks.

Ben, you got stabbed, just because you are about to leap doesn’t mean you skimp on proper stitching.

“Good evening, Chicago! My back up singer tried to stab me tonight, so here’s her replacement: my sister!”

Now they sound like Fleetwood Mac.

Addison, that was mean.

And Ben’s reward for saving the day? The shittiest ER episode!

This was well worth the wait; the back half looks extremely promising.