#but yolo .

[aealzx]

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Prologue Next

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“We’ve secured the suspected meta.”

“Copy that. Red Hood, do you have eyes on the last of them?”

“Not yet, but I’m pretty sure she’s in this apartment.”

Several months ago a group of unpredictable rogues had popped up in Gotham. Nothing unusual for the city, other than they appeared to be a group of teenagers who were both criminals and heroes. Stolen goods of various types ranging from common camping supplies, food, and clothing, to an odd assortment of medical supplies and technology. Assaulted police, other heroes and vigilantes given the slip. And yet there were also many criminals dealt with that hero teams couldn’t account for who was responsible. The main lead they had gotten was the suspected meta human. A girl with white hair that could fly, phase through walls, and various other super human feats. She had been the first lead they could latch onto, and from there they had built profiles on the other three. The oldest girl appeared to be in her late teens, another girl just a few years younger, a boy the same age as the second girl, and then the metahuman, younger than all of them. They had been more of a curiosity than a serious threat. Until they had stolen something from the wrong people and painted a target on their heads. Now they were in a cross between a rescue and capture mission as the team only known as The Phantoms were being raided by pissed off crooks.

The three youngest had already been caught by the rest of the team sent by Batman, it was only the eldest girl that remained. And unless Tim could pull off a miracle Jason only had ten minutes to find her before the planted bomb destroyed the building they’d been hiding in.

With Barbara’s help he and a few of the others had searched the entire apartment building, checking each room for the remaining Phantom and placing eyes where they’d been to make sure she didn’t give them the slip and run to somewhere they’d already been. Jason had just slammed through the front door of one more apartment when he’d answered Barbara’s question, a scattering of food wrappers in a trash pile, a small cook top, sleeping areas, and other items for basic needs betraying recent habitation. It was a good hint that this was where the Phantoms had stationed, especially with the scrabbled together computer workstation setup off to one side.

There were only three other doors in the apartment, and Jason moved to the first one quickly. A closet near the front door. Empty. A bathroom across from the front room. Also empty. Which meant the last room, the bedroom, had to be where she was, if she was there.

Jason flung the door open and promptly caught the crowbar that was swung at his face, accompanied by a near frantic screech from the girl he’d been looking for

“Got her,” Jason announced to the comms, deftly yanking the crowbar out of the girl’s hands and tossing it to the side. “Begin evacuation, I’ll be out in - ….. Shit.”

As Jason spoke to Barbara and the rest of the team he decidedly ignored the girl’s demands for him to get out, having to block a fist thrown his way. He’d noticed she was obviously distressed, tears marking her dirty cheeks and a fierce glare directed his way. It wasn’t unexpected considering she was the last of her team they didn’t have in custody; she must have felt any myriad of emotions ranging from despair at failing to fear that they would hurt her. Yet Jason quickly noticed something that made him cuss mid report, and realize the girl's actions weren’t out of defiance, but protectiveness.

“There’s five of them,” Jason reported, finger pressing to his comm and eyes locked onto the new figure that hadn’t been part of any of their intel. And for a good reason. The lad was unconscious on a cot, one of the stolen items in the team’s list, and he didn’t look good. If it weren’t for the shallow, shuddering breaths from him Jason would have thought he were already dead, his skin ghastly pale other than fever flushed cheeks. “There’s another boy, heavily injured. I’m bringing them both out, have someone standing by.”

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!”

Of course the girl heard his report, and renewed her efforts to fight Jason, blocking him from reaching the fifth member. They didn’t have time to converse gently though, and so Jason grabbed her arm and yanked her forward. “Listen! I’m not going to hurt you, I’m trying to rescue you. There’s a bomb! We have to get out of the building, and get him to a hospital.”

The girl was smart. Or at least not dumb enough to ignore Jason’s words completely, for she froze the moment he mentioned the bomb. “...What?” she asked, wide eyes locking onto him, daring him to trick her.

“Look, you guys trying to steal Lazarus water pissed off the wrong people. They planted a bomb, and my team and I are here to rescue you. We can talk about your crime runs later, alright?” Jason explained a little more, really not wanting to have to knock the girl out too just to get the two to a safe area if he could help it.

The way the girl’s eyes opened, a horrified gasp escaping her, told Jason she wasn’t a bad person. Or at least reinforced what their actions aside from theft had suggested. That was the reaction of someone who realized they’d made a mistake, and felt the weight bearing down from the mess that had been caused because of it. She stopped trying to fight Jason now, pulling away and rushing to the 5th member’s side, grabbing his limp arm and hooking it around her own shoulders to try and lift him up.

“Is he safe to move?” Jason asked, stepping forward to help. Even though the lad looked fairly small, he was still too heavy for the girl judging by how she was struggling to even get him upright. “His spine isn’t hurt? No broken bones?” he asked to clarify when the girl looked at him with a question half voiced.

“No. Nothing broken, just the-” she confirmed, cutting off when Jason reached forward and effortlessly scooped the frail teen up.

“Hold onto my back. We’re going that way,” Jason directed, ignoring the way she tensed, holding herself back from demanding he not touch her friend, and nodding towards the window.

“WhAT?” the girl sputtered, hands jerking as she internally wrestled with being obedient to him or her own sense of self preservation.

“We’re out of time. Just grab on,” Jason half snapped, roughly kicking the window to shatter the glass, twisting his frame to shield the lad in his arms as well, just in case. “One minute,” he added, repeating what Barbara announced in his comms to reinforce his directions.

It was enough. Pursing her lips and giving a soft whimper the girl rushed forward to throw her arms around his shoulders from behind, clinging to him with a death grip. Jason wished he had a better way to carry both of them, but he hadn’t been expecting there to be two of them in the first place. So he could only hope the girl’s grip was strong enough to hang on as he shot a zip line towards where the others were gathered. After getting the other end secured to the building they were in, Jason latched the clip on the rope and swung over the fire escape, curling his legs up to make sure the lad he was carrying had plenty of support. He could hear a muffled, drawn out squeak from the girl on his back, but didn’t comment.

“Wh- Ja- DANNY! LET HIM GO YOU-” the mid teenage girl caught sight of them first, snarling and trashing against her restraints when she saw who Jason had. Cass refused to let her go though, pulling her back to kneeling and considering pushing her down further if necessary. She didn’t get to finish her protests though.

“HEADS DOWN!” Dick shouted after Barbara announced a second to detonation, and those who had capes were throwing them over their targets and each other, hunching over to bodily protect them from the cascades of blasts ripping through the apartment building the Phantoms had been stationed in. They were far enough away that they shouldn’t get hurt from the collapsing rubble, but there was still the possibility of smaller debris getting thrown at them. So they remained huddled on the ground a safe distance away until the rubble settled, and only when it stopped shifting did they stand again.

“Oracle, status on the inbound units?” Dick was the first to speak, the others giving sighs of relief and partially relaxing.

The two middle teenage children had quieted significantly after the explosion, the boy looking at the rubble in shock as he realized they would have been caught in it if it weren't for the group of vigilantes that had captured them. And the girl held a similar period of stunned silence before she started kicking at Cass again. “Get off me! Get your filthy hands off Danny!”

“Sam, it’s okay.” The eldest girl spoke with a shaking voice, slipping off Jason’s back and leaning her head against him in a moment of despair. Cass’s hand froze where it had been about to knock out chop her feisty captive, blinking and looking up instead. So the middle teen’s name was Sam? And the unconscious lad was Danny?

“The meta is waking up. Should I dose her again?” That was Damian, keeping an eye on the youngest Phantom. She was starting to stir, but the eldest Phantom spoke up before the others could.

“Don’t. Please. They’ve been through enough. Just please bring her over here, I’ll manage her,” the eldest girl directed. Her voice was still shaking, but it had steadied somewhat after Jason had turned slightly while remaining crouched to allow her to sit next to their 5th member, her hand resting on his cheek as she was gathering the breaking pieces of her determination.

Stephanie and Cass only exchanged looks with each other, and also Dick and Tim, before Jason spoke up. “Just bring her over. She might be more docile when she’s near this one.”

They didn’t seem completely convinced, but Stephanie at least complied, moving to crouch on one knee with the youngest girl while Damian hovered nearby with another dose of sedatives.

“You’re doing the right thing kid. When the cops get here with the paramedics they’ll get Danny taken care of. You don’t have to worry,” Jason encouraged the eldest girl, grateful that she was getting her team to behave.

“They can’t take him,” she rejected, catching the rest off guard.

“What? Look if it’s about money don’t worry, it’ll be taken care of,” Jason insisted, hoping it wasn’t because of a different possibility he was quickly starting to consider. He’d thought it was just his imagination, but Danny was unusually cold to the touch. Almost like ice. There was another common reason he knew people avoided hospitals despite being this injured.

The eldest girl shook her head again. “It’s not that it’s….” she paused, seeming both reluctant to tell them but also not sure how to tell them what was going on. She wasn’t even sure what was wrong. But when the youngest teen groaned and started to shift the eldest looked at her and found her answer. “Danny is like Danielle. Doctors can’t help them. They’re too different.”

That’s what Jason thought, but it didn’t mean he wanted to hear it, and it earned an understanding but frustrated groan from him and some of the others. “Shit. Alright,“ Dick took charge of the situation, hissing slightly and reaching to his own comms. “Oracle, where’s the nearest safe house? The 5th member is another potential meta, unconscious, and heavy bandaging over the whole torso. Can you contact home and have Penny-one or The Doctor on standby?”

As Dick took care of directing the team, Jason took care of keeping their tentative ally willing to listen to them. “We might have some contacts that can help. We have friends that also need more attention that the regular doctor can give them. Do you kids have names we can use?”

It was more of a lead than they’d had since they’d gotten stranded there, so the eldest teen seemed hesitant but hopeful to grab onto it. After a moment of thinking, her other hand reaching out to Danielle as she started to blink her eyes open, she responded. “My name is Jazz. This is my little brother Danny, my little sister Dani with an I, and our friends Sam and Tucker.”

“... Your parents gave your little siblings the same name?” Jason couldn’t help asking after hearing the relationships. That also explained a lot about why Jazz had been so frantically protective of Danny, aside from her being the oldest of the group.

“It’s… a long story,” Jazz admitted, grimacing a little. “Danielle… was unexpected.”

Looked like Jazz didn’t quite trust them enough. That was fine, they didn’t need a whole backstory right off. Oracle could probably figure it out easily now that she had names and relations. “Fair enough,” Jason dismissed with a grunt, ending his conversation as Dick approached them.

“Hey. There’s a whole mess of stuff going on, I know, but right now we’re going to focus on making sure everyone is taken care of, and then we can figure out the rest of the mess later, okay?” Dick started, leaning low with his hands on his knees and speaking gently. “The police and paramedics can take care of the criminals that were hunting you, but since he’s a special case we’re going to move to a different location where we’ll give everyone a check up. Sound good?”

Jazz didn’t jump at the offer, but they could see she saw promise in it, and hesitantly nodded. “My friends and I stay together at all times. Got it?” she demanded.

“Sure,” Dick agreed, not seeing any issue with that. “But we’ll keep the restraints on if necessary, alright? You all still have charges of assault after all.”

It was easy to see Jazz’s expression fall significantly at the reminder, as though her soul had been slightly crushed. “Yeah… okay,” she agreed, swallowing some nausea that had churned her stomach at being reminded they were criminals. Then, before Danielle could fuss too much, Jazz turned to rest a hand on the small girl’s arm. “Dani, these guys have agreed to help us. So behave and don’t pick any fights unless I say otherwise, alright?”

The fist that Danielle had prepared to punch her holder didn’t move, and after a moment Danielle groaned in reluctant relent. “Guhhhh can I at least punch the guy who drugged me? I feel awful.”

The comment earned a weak chuckle from Jazz, and she patted Danielle’s arm. “I’ll think about it. Just rest for now. We’re moving to a safe place.” She hoped she wasn’t lying to Danielle, and that these people would actually, finally give them the help they needed.

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I guess I go here now =v=;;;

Partially inspired by this post. But not including everything because there's a lot of stuff I don't understand. |D This just got stuck in my head so hard I couldn't work on anything else.

[angelshizuka]

#he couldn't finish it this time

HELLUVA BOSS 1.07 - Ozzie's 2.08 - The Full Moon

[izel-scribbles]

private eyes sketches (more down there 👇)

cellist john cellist john cellist john (ddo you see the visio n)

inspired by that painting (i believe it may be norman rockwell, i couldn't find any credits)

[joifee]

corrupting the sherriff teaching the ways of respect

sorry i have a new fav character and i am laughing since yesterday

[chaeryeongzz]

RED VELVET  ♡ 'CHILL KILL' mood samplers

[sloilan]

the valdangelo tag looked empty so I made BOYS CUDDLING

[muffyrock]

Lucilith Week Day 7: Love Language 💋

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Hear me out... Because it's headcanon time👇

After drawing Lucifer and Lilith for the 6th, 7th, maybe 8th time it occurred to me that his eyelids are purple, and Lilith's associated color is purple. Now, assuming it's eyeshadow, how sweet would it be if he purposes wears purple eyeshadow because Lilith's favorite color is purple?

AND, what if now and then Lilith wears either a dark maroon or red eyeshadow because Lucifer's associated/maybe favorite color is red? I think that would be an adorable way for them to silently remind each other of how much they love one another.

[pnutttt]

Drawing I did of mouse man because I'm wicked and gay like that

[snackugaki]

... some of y’all will learn eventually to stop letting me play in your AUs, like tumblr user @shiftandshade and their Dino AU

[ loud as fuck jjurassic park theme off in the distance ]

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 10: Fangs

Luigi had a hard time with sleep.

It’s not that he can’t sleep, but…

Every time he sleeps, he dreams of… something dark. Something that almost seems alive but empty, feeling it gently envelop him and he just…

Sinks.

He wakes up gasping for air, heart pounding against his rib cage like a jackhammer, and he doesn’t know why.

(And after… after, his scar would throb too.)

Three weeks into his job as an Ambassador, that fact hasn’t changed.

Except…

Bowser has taken his new ‘task’ seriously, and Luigi was worried about falling asleep on him!

It didn’t help that the Koopa was so warm and safe (and that Luigi is so utterly doomed with Bowser)!

Regardless, his efforts were in vain, and -in the middle of a meeting- he dropped off into a catnap, cheek pressed against warm scales as he slept.

Then he woke up. Just, normally?

Sure, the large claw poking his cheek was annoying, but if felt like a fair trade off.

“Come on, string bean. Wake up.”

And then he opened his eyes.

Fangs.

Large, sharp fangs, barely two inches from his face.

Had he been scared, he would have flinched, or jumped, or yelled- something he could brush off as him being him!

Instead, Luigi sleepily reached up and stroked them with the same amount of self-preservation one has petting a cat’s belly.

He freezes.

Bowser’s staring. At HIM! With an indescribable look that nearly has him squirming.

This is worse.

This is so, SO much worse!

He wants the earth to swallow him whole.

AND WHY HASN’T BOWSER SAID ANYTHING?

…. Why hasn’t he said anything yet?

Braving the possibility of dying from embarrassment (and why is his hand still there?), Luigi drags his gaze back to Bowser’s red eyes.

...

He still doesn’t know what the Koopa is feeling, but at least he doesn’t seem angry?

Staring into his eyes was a bit like sinking into that dreamed blackness, but more... comforting? Maybe intense? Definitely something more- something that made Luigi forget to breathe-

…He, um, thinks he shocked him.

Bowser was aware that Luigi was as stubborn as he was sweet.

He knew that it meant that he was a wonderful friend, being dead set on learning whatever Bowser was willing to tell about himself.

He also knew that it meant that anything that made the human curious was met with zero self-preservation (seriously, how did the red menace keep him alive this long?).

So why couldn't he shake off this moment?

Why…?

Why did he like it so much?

Those were his teeth, his FANGS, one of the most deadliest parts of himself!

He couldn’t feel anything with them, and it’s not like there was a taboo of touching them (not like a tail, or neck-)! So why-?

He should start by closing his mouth, but with the human's hand still very much there-

Oh, right.

Bowser carefully leans away from the touch, almost feeling a sense of disappointment relief as Luigi seems to snap out of it with a yelp.

He does, however, take offense when Luigi tries to squirm out his grip, needlessly apologizing in rapid-fire words he can barely make out.

"Ah-ah-ah! You're not getting out from your sentence, Greenie!" He hooks a single hand around the human, careful to curl his thumb behind Luigi's head in fear of his claws. "I know I'm handsome, but I didn't realize you're into m-my teeth as well!"

No. The Koopa King did NOT stutter!

Still, Luigi's mortification is palpable in the way he turned fully red, blue eyes looking anywhere BUT the Koopa as his hands fiddled with each other.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I h-hadn't realized I was- sorry..."

Bowser frowned.

He hasn't heard Luigi stutter since... that library day, now that he thinks of it, and he honestly hadn't realized the significance of Luigi stuttering at all in his presence.

He finds that he doesn't like it.

"Doesn't matter." He'll.. deal with these thoughts later. First and foremost: "Now come on, we're going to be late for lunch!"

And no, Bowser didn't need to wake Luigi up to take him to the dining hall, but he did want to see Luigi's never-changing awe as they went inside. And he can't see that if the human is asleep now, can he?

"L-lunch?" He could feel the human shift in his grip as he turns his attention to opening the Meeting Room doors. "MAMA MIA! I SLEPT THAT LONG!?"

He couldn't help but snort. "You conked out during the boring bits. Trust me, you weren't missing much."

A glance towards the pouting human nearly has him snicker. "But that was rude! I was rude!" Luigi hung his head. "Ooohh. How am I supposed to face that Ambassador now?"

Something in Bowser's chest warmed, and he was barely aware of his expression when he replies "They gave you a break, Luigi."

The former(?) plumber peaks up at him. "But I-"

"Don't tell me that you haven't been 'doing as much'! You've been heading negotiations since day one!" Bowser is pretty sure that half of the petty arguments made by both him and the ambassadors would have been... messy if not for Luigi's interventions. "And don't dare tell me that you haven't been staying up late either!"

THAT gets the human to shut his mouth with a snap, looking away once more.

Even if Bowser wasn't as awesomely observant as he is, the other Ambassadors were nosey enough to inquire about Luigi's activities.

That is, the human had taken upon himself the task to not only study the Kingdom's history (which is required for all diplomats), but he has also taken the time to study Koopa inventions, methodologies, projects, and even past mechanical failures that could be used for The Plan.

More often than not, Bowser was 'babysitting' him at the library too, but ended up asleep at his favorite armchair after each visit. Stars know how long Luigi slept...

"So don't worry your pretty head about it!" As he opens the door, he barely catches a glimpse of surprise on Luigi's face before he started to take in the Dining Hall once more.

Bowser tries not to think about what he just said.

[yae-energy]

…jotaro with an rnb singer! fiancé? also best part by her and daniel caesar would go with this 🤭

“you’re the best part”

synopsis: jotaro finally ready to give love a second chance

cast: bodyguard! jotaro x rnb singer! black fem reader (jolyne is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au?

wc: 1.1k wrds , 5.8k char

cw: angst to comfort (?) happy ending, established relationship, very cheesy (and shitty) writing , mostly proofread (i tried my best y’all but looking at my own work makes me cringe bad)

a/n: bro im so so so mega sorry if this is so trash/not what you asked for 😭 i am not good at actually writing so pls forgive me. i hope you like it tho <3 , also thank you v much for requesting 🫶🏽 mwah.

"utterly breathtaking."

those were the words that you used to describe the blazing hues of orange, yellow, and red that painted the horizon, as the sun ultimately began its descent. causing the sweltering summer heat to finally come to a halt as a result, and instead be replaced with a gentle breeze that danced through the air. wisps of your curls being disturbed in the process whilst your eyes remained glued to the sunset.

upon looking at you, he can't help but wonder why he didn't see it back then, why he didn't pay closer attention to the way the sun beautifully kissed your skin. or how you glowed underneath the moonlight, or even the gentle tone of voice you used whenever you spoke to him.

he felt stupid- foolish, one could say.

why did he wait so long? why did he wait so long to fully relish in the prickly feeling that arose whenever your hand just so happened to glide against his own? or admire how your lips looked whenever you applied your favorite gloss.

sometimes he just can't help but wonder, why?

then the answer clicks.

he simply wasn't allowed to. falling in love with you wasn't in his job description, he was your bodyguard. his job was to protect you, to shield you from the harsh realities of your successful career, and to barricade you from the rush of paparazzi attempting to make their way to you any chance they could. he was excellent at his job, so much so that even he knew to never cross that boundary with you.

he was far too afraid to, far too afraid to hurt you like he had done others in the past. like he had done to his former wife, his daughter even. he wasn't there as much as he should have been and he knew that, no matter how understanding they were about his career and the long, long, hours that came with it. the feeling haunted him.

and for the many, many, years after the fact, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that he harbored deep in his soul. he just couldn't allow that again. he couldn't allow himself to hurt someone else because of his own mistakes. mistakes no one held against him anymore, mistakes jolyne managed to forgive him for long ago.

so why couldn't he do the same for himself? why did he use it as a reminder to keep himself in check? as motivation to keep you as far away from him as possible- not that, that was an easy job in itself. he did work for you after all.

24/7 he was at your beck and call. walking you to all your favorite shops whenever you felt the urge to go, escorting you out of blacked-out vehicles and being your personal buffer between you, and the obnoxiously bright flashes of light being emitted from those large, ugly, cameras.

24/7 he was with you.

and a very large part of himself is livid for waiting so long to appreciate that.

to appreciate how you'd gift him small trinkets to show gratitude for all his hard work. to appreciate how you always made a conscious effort to bring him hearty meals if you noticed he wasn't eating as well as he should've been.

to appreciate how you'd call his name so prettily whenever you needed him for something. and how it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach each and every time.

god, he was foolish, unequivocally so.

and it hurt too much to think about, even for him. you were so kind to him, so sweet and understanding of his past, of all the mistakes he made. you didn't judge him like he judged himself for all those years. and that's when he realized it was time to put that shame and guilt to rest.

to allow himself to feel loved and cared for despite his mistakes- that seemingly everyone forgave him for, but himself.

to allow himself to relish in the way your hands glided against his own.

to allow himself to admire the way you applied your favorite gloss.

to allow himself to be loved by you. and to be loved by you till death did you apart.

utterly breathtaking. those are the words he'd use to describe you.

you were the best part of his morning, evening and night. the best part of his career, and the best part of himself.

which brings him back to the present. all those cherished memories between the two of you acting as his sole motivation for why he was doing this. why he was so nervous as he clutched the comically tiny, black, suede box that held your ring, in his hand.

it was beautiful, just like you.

"a pretty girl needs a pretty ring, dad" were jolyne's wise words that echoed in the back of his mind while ring shopping for you. his heart full of so many emotions that he could barely contain the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes while he stood in the middle of a "tiffany & co."

and even now, as he stood beside you on your shared balcony. watching you as you watched the sunset, slow jazz playing from the vinyl record he got you got Christmas, (doubling as a 2 year anniversary gift.) leaking through the crack in the sliding door.

what was he supposed to say?

not enough words in the dictionary could describe how he felt about you. none of them could describe how utterly beautiful he thought you were. or how you made him feel every time you looked at him, or called out his name for yet another favor he pretended to be annoyed about.

nothing could describe you.

"…wonderful weather we're having…" he began. to which you replied with a short hum, your eyes sparkling like the millions upon millions of stars in the sky.

what was there to say that he hasn't clumsily said already? why did he have to say anything at all? you knew him like the back of your hand. all his good traits- his bad traits, you knew him inside and out and that's what he loved about you.

you knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted to say but just couldn't due to lack of words.

you knew him.

so with that in mind, he decided that words were too much. the way his legs wobbled as he got down on one knee, and the way his sweaty palms opened up the comically tiny, black, suede box should say all it needed to.

that he loved you,

unequivocally so.

[graycious-tea]

I am so fucking done with this fandom rn like guys I can’t even express how disappointed and pissed I am right now. I don’t give a shit if you don’t like a storyline, I don’t give a shit if you don’t like a ship canon or not. I do not give a shit if you don’t like the character. You DO NOT attack the fucking actors who are playing a role and doing their goddamn job. You also do not speak for said actors. Yes I’m talking to you bitches who say Oliver clearly hates Lou. Ever use those critical thinking skills of yours and wonder, maybe he wasn’t feeling up for an interview that day?? People have shit days guys, some celebrities don’t enjoy interviews, they do not exist to please you. They have zero obligation to pander to you, absolutely zero. Yall see what you want to see and it’s so fucking obtuse and ignorant of you. Your hate over something so stupid has genuinely hurt people and their enjoyment of oh what was it again? That’s right, A FUCKING SHOW! It’s not that serious guys! Like oh my god! And don’t even get me started on the backwards homophobia and racism in these ship wars like holy fucking shit yall are insane. You are not racist for liking Tommy (a white man) over Eddie (a Latino man) in regards to a romantic relationship with Buck (who is also a white man). You are not homophobic for wanting Buck to be with Tommy and you sure as hell are not fetishizing mlm relationships! That one pisses me off so much, I do not love Tevan cus I want to see two hot guys make out, I love them because of how good Tommy is for Buck and how important their queer story is to tell. I love them because Tommy is gentle with Buck, calls him Evan as a way for Buck to allow himself to accept all aspects of himself not just the shield of “Buck”. I love them because it normalizes middle aged macho men being vulnerable; it normalizes men in their 30’s coming out! It does so many wonderful things! And all you can see is you and what you want. Now there are some buddie fans who are respectful so I’m not trying to like villainize all yall in one box but the BOB’s have me sooo upset and I just want to thank yall that are being respectful, I want to continue to like buddie because they are cute but it has become difficult. I normally don’t post content like this but oh my god this has just become so frustrating

Edit: this has been in my drafts for months, but after seeing all the shit talk after that deleted scene was posted I fully do not give a single fuck anymore I’m posting it

[hopeandduty]

Day 1: Steer

Ciardha’s breath slips from her lungs in heaving waves, each pull of air combating the fire in her limbs and adrenaline that sears through her body. She has not exerted herself so fiercely since Ultima Thule, pushed to the very brink by Zenos obsession at the edge of existence. Galool Ja Ja offered an entirely different manner of challenge. His sword wielded experience rather than Zenos’ fixation and what Galool Ja Ja had learned in his years of protecting his people made him more powerful than any Ciardha had faced before. 

She could match his skill, this much any watching their spar could see. New though she was to the skills of a Viper, she had learned enough from Keshkwa to know where to push and when to dodge. She was dwarfed by Galool Ja Ja’s massive frame but her size leant her speed that he could not match, allowed her inside his defenses when he did not want her there. She could match him toe to toe, blade to blade and her sword sang the melody to which they would dance. 

Yet it was another matter entirely to match the weight behind the Vow of Resolve’s blade. Ciardha can feel in each blow she parries the determination that struck him upon his path, the grit to overcome every obstacle in his way, the resolution that has led him to the height of this land. In his sword is the weight of his crown and the love of his people and there are few greater fonts from which to draw strength. 

She knows better than any. 

That is why she will continue to fight. This is the kind of strength she would learn. This is the kind of strength she would put herself against. 

The challenge burns in her more fiercely than her muscles beneath the weight of her opponents blows. It ignites her chest and consumes her in a wildfire of adrenaline. The edges of the room blur from existence until all she knows is the clash of blades and flurry of aether. Each action, each reaction a dance that envelops her world and spirits her away. 

Here things are so much simpler, here she knows where to step and where to swing. Here she need not worry whether she doing the right thing or following the right path. Here the future that needed considering was seconds not years. It is a reprieve Ciardha did not expect, and that she is loathe to surrender. 

But the world will not be kept at bay so easily. This too she knows. 

“That will do. You have shown me more than enough.”

Galool Ja Ja widens the space between them and shatters the walls permitting reality to flood back into the chamber. Though they are its only occupants at so late an hour, Ciardha feels the sudden break as though an entire audience had their gazes fixed upon her. Laughter echoes back from the corners and her host beams with delight. 

“I have brought my full strength to bear against opponents before, but you are the first to withstand it.” Galool Ja Ja’s remark is punctuated by the lowering of his swords and another hearty chuckle. “You are a force to be reckoned with. My daughter chose her champion well.” 

Ciardha’s eyes lower with her blade. She has embarked upon this journey, has offered her aid where it was needed, but her doubts yet festered in her heart. A lie may perhaps be the kinder choice, but they have sparred long enough that he will see it for what it is. There are things spoken in battle that cannot be kept hidden.

“Ah–” Galool Ja Ja takes his seat upon the throne. “But you seem uncertain still.” 

“Let there be no misunderstanding.” Ciardha shakes her head. She draws in one slow breath, then another. “Wuk Lamat has been putting forth her best effort, and has challenged the feats thus far with a resolve that would do you proud. Yet it takes more than desire alone to see a nation such as yours into the future. She has begun to grow, but I am uncertain, still, if she is fit to rule.”

Ciarda pauses, wondering briefly if such candid words would invoke Galool Ja Ja’s ire. There was no mistaking his fondness of his children, be they by blood or not. Yet instead of a roar of protest, laughter erupts once again. 

“Here I was about to ask you for your thoughts, candid as the ones you have given me. You are as true as your blade, fabled Warrior.” A grin spreads at his lips. “That you have noticed that the present candidates are lacking, is reassuring to me.” 

“I had wondered– suspected– that you aware of it. Is that why–?”    

“Why the Rite was designed as it was? Yes, you are clever enough that my brother would no doubt be jealous. It is the intent that the Rite not simply select a ruler, but create one. To overcome the feats will challenge them, force them to face difficulties they have never encountered and in so doing, it is my sincerest hope that they shall learn and grow from these new experiences.”

“Do you not worry that they may not be able to overcome these challenges?” 

“While it is in the nature of a father to worry for their children, I am more certain than ever that they will be able to succeed.” 

“Why is that?” 

“It is the other reason I wished to test my blade against yours,” he answered simply. “I craved a challenge, that much is true, but more than that–” 

The answer dawns upon her the moment that the words take to the air. 

“I am now more certain than ever, that you will not steer my daughter wrong.”

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HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

My name is Klaus Hofstadler and I'm a newbie digital artist, I plan to do a Q&A blog here on Tumblr with old style 2014 Creepypastas.

I hope everyone likes it, so without further ado I say goodbye!!

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HOLA DAMAS Y CABALLEROS.

Mi nombre es Klaus Hofstadler y soy un artista digital novato. Planeo hacer un blog de preguntas y respuestas aquí en Tumblr con Creepypastas al viejo estilo del 2014.

Espero que les guste a todos, así que sin más me despido!!

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