#cutting corners ftw

[roninreverie]

Everyone's out here making "Empire Strikes Back" comparisons, so how about a "Return of the Jedi" one?

Side-Note! While I was looking up the Leia Saves Han scene, I was reminded of Han's hibernation sickness from being stuck in Carbonite. According to Wookieepedia, a cure for this sickness is a spice called "Andris"... And Andris was mentioned in a book from 1998 called "Young Jedi Knights: Return to Ord Mantell".

ORD MANTELL!!!???

[specterings]

gaz and trans male reader again.

nfsw under the cut.

cw / hairy reader ftw, gaz getting fucked w/ a strap, soft sex, oral (receiving), rimming, anal fingering, mentions of alcohol, whiny gaz, neighbor/reader is ‘you’ pronouns. ftm terms used: clit, dick, folds, cunt, hole

gaz who makes up every excuse to be around his bear of a neighbor. going out for coffee, walking with you, asking for flour, anything.

its not enough that you’re so attractive you make gaz so hard he gets light headed, but youre funny and kind in a way gaz has been sorely missing with his time in the field.

every time he's on leave he's finding a way to weasel himself into the your life, even if he has to go home and jack off until his prick is sore while muffling his moans of your name.

when a new gay club opens up, he’s too shy to ask you to go, so he goes alone, just to check it out. he should have accounted for said neighbor being there. youre standing in the corner, tall and imposing and god gaz has never wanted to get his mouth on someone so bad.

he sips on a beer, mingling with the crowd more for theatrics because he can feel his neighbor’s eyes on him. its only when gaz steps away from the dance floor that hes hemmed up against a wall, head brushing the neighbors chin.

“think youre funny?” you rumble in the sergeants ear, “think you can just flaunt around here after i hear you moanin’ my name like a bitch in heat through the walls?”

gaz’s face feels hot and his eyes dart down, hands clenching and his cock is hard enough to break steel. that hadnt been his intention. but well, seems like hes louder than he thinks. “i- listen, mate-“

“don’t call me mate and then expect me to fuck you,” your nose curls in such a purposefully silly way that makes gaz feel a little lighter. “yours or mine?”

“yours.”

gaz isnt drunk, but he feels like swaying when you put a baseball-mitt sized hand on his waist and guide him up to the bar, paying for both your tabs and shushing gaz like he’s just pretty arm candy when he tries to protest.

the second you’re in the apartment, gaz is whining, “please, lemme taste ya, please? please, i bloody need it.”

you laugh at him softly, leaning down and pressing your lips to gaz's cheek, then his own lips, soft and sweet at first then tongues pressing into each other's mouths. they both taste like beer, but gaz has tasted worse (like dirt and his own blood). your scruff scratches at his chin in the best way, and he feels like hes going do die if he doesn't get his mouth on you in the next few seconds.

he all but drags yall to your room-- your apartments are the same layout, after all-- and pushes you towards the bed. his neighbor still has that cocky, amused grin on his face that makes the sergeant want to be pounded into the mattress.

he's careful as he slides your boots off your feet, heavy in his hands and nicely polished, if a little dirty from the walk to and from. you unbuckle your pants, and as soon as he finished with discarding your shoes and socks he's tugging on your pants, which you graciously allows him to slip off.

he shoves his head between your hairy thighs, nosing and mouthing over your boxers, tasting the slick that's dampened the fabric. hes not proud of the whine he makes, but it's beyond him right now to feel shame. he damn near cries when you push his head away, only for his mouth to salivate when you to pull down your boxers for him.

just like the rest of your body, there's thick, though trimmed, hair around your cunt. this might bother boys, but gaz is a god damn man, thank you very fucking much.

he wastes no time diving back in like a man starved, using his thumbs to spread your folds and lick up the arousal there, the wet hairs brushing the bridge of his nose as he moves to circle his tongue around your hole.

he feels so good as he hoists your leg over his shoulder, nosing at your dick before running his tongue over it, humming softly as you pet over his head, "Such a good boy, ky," you murmured, groaning softly, rubbing under his eye. youre quieter than gaz is used to, but that's okay. his jaw is starting to get sore when you start bucking, pushing his head closer, and let out the most cock-hardening whimper as he sucks their dick into his mouth, feeling you cum underneath his ministrations.

you grip him by the back of his neck, pulling him up to smash your mouths together with soft groans of how hes so good, he was such a good boy, and gaz can barely retain enough thought to get his clothes off when you ask

laying on his back, letting you put his legs over your hips as you lube up your fingers and stroke his cock with one hand while your fingers prod gently at the tight furl of his hole, leaning over to kiss him again sweetly as you finally slip a thick finger in.

allowing him to get used to it and relax before you begin pushing it in and out, stretching him out so, so dutifully that gaz is whimpering and clawing and the sheets after awhile, begging you to get on with it.

face going hot as you laugh at him, amused even as you stand up and go rummaging, pulling out your strap, not too big and not too small, just the right size for some good, sweet sex. gaz going to get on all fours when you click your tongue, “wanna see your face, pretty boy,” and he feels the need to blow you again.

settling his legs over your hips again as you line up the lubed up cock and begin sliding in, making his breath hitch. going oh so slow before you start thrusting, deep but not harsh, slow but not torturous.

he almost feels self conscious for the way you watch his face as it twists in pleasure, the way you grin when you rub over his ribs, up to his pecs and thumb over his nipples. eventually you get a little faster as you lean down and start placing kisses over his neck, hand gripping his cock, giving him a hole to fuck up into.

“I- im gonna,” he gasps, hands scrambling to grip at your shoulders, all while you hum, sucking at his neck and licking over the darkened parch of skin.

“then cum.”

he spurts up to his chin damn near, you helping him ride out his orgasm before pulling out of him, leaning down to lick up the cum from his chest and your own hand and making his dick twitch in a valiant effort to get hard again. “you good, baby?” and when he just nods dumbly, getting up to get a cloth to wipe him down before throwing it off to the side to cuddle with your sweet boy <3

[asianwhumpgalore]

My Merman Brother (我的鲛人弟弟) | Cdrama | Whump List

Genre: Historical, Mystery, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Lin Weixu, the State Preceptor of the Qin Empire gained her authoritarian power after conquering Nanzhao Empire. One day, she ran into Fu Su, a merman captive who was tortured by the Supreme Court. Out of sympathy, she rescued the merman, and he became clingy to her. Thus unfolded a therapeutic and sweet journey.

Length: 24 eps

Whump meter: ▲▲◭△△ 

✨ Simple and cute. Merman ML ftw ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Usual historical content warnings. ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS might be found, proceed with caution ⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Fu Su played by Shen Huai

00:00 | Running barefoot across the street, scratches and bruises on his body, crashes into someone and falls to the ground, net cast over him, struggling to free himself, kicked back onto the ground when he sits up, beaten, saved.

02:00 | Shoved onto the floor, grabbed by the face and forced to look up.

06:05 | (comedic) Fought, pinned to the ground, choked, (normal) cowers into corner, hugs self.

08:40 | Bites lip until it bleeds.

14:45 | Whipped, scolded.

17:35 | Locked in a cell, chained by the wrists to the wall, hugs self, mocked.

20:15 | Shoved onto the ground, accused of killing someone, kicked out.

22:05 | Leaning against a wall for support, collapses against the wall, panting, sweating, hugs self, stumbles away | Crashes into furniture, collapses against table, clutching chest, hunched over, concern for him, falls on the floor, labored breathing, helped to stand.

46:32 | Cuts palm of hand with a knife, bleeding.

50:55 | Imprisoned, hugs self.

55:55 | Bleeding lip.

56:35 | Punched.

01:01:45 | Head covered with a cloth, abducted (off screen) | Chained by the wrist to a cross, head covered with cloth.

01:03:35 | Chained once again by the wrists, arm cut, made to bleed onto a bowl, cut again, in pain.

01:10:44 | Still chained, found by lover, bloody, cuts on his body, coughing.

[thesupreme316]

HOOK x FEM!READER

(Reader has had a major injury) and she comes back to AEW surprising everybody including her man, unleashing her fury on Jack and HOOK is left speechless since she left Jack bloody, battered, and bruised to the point where HOOK has to pull her off of him, and is slightly concerned about how much she cares for him but is also like 'damn' so this is what it's like to watch me fight...

Unconditional (Hook X Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, thanks to this anon for requesting this! i hope you enjoy it! i was trying to make this a short drabble but yall know i talk/write too much. this was fun and honestly, i might make a part two if yall want it. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none, not proofread, violence with a chair (teehee)

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @cassie0sstuff @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom

Hook was pissed.

And he had every right to be.

He lost his championship.

He was backstabbed

And his true best friend was injured.

All because of someone he used to consider one of his closest friends.

And right now….he just needed to let off some steam.

Which is why he walked down to the ramp (without his entrance music) and got face-to-face with Jack Perry, who was gloating about his new FTW championship. He smirked as Hook stepped into the ring, even though Hook had steam coming off of his head and a scowl covering his face, Jack still decided to gloat in his face.

“Hook! I’m surprised that you’re still here, especially after I embarrassed you.” Jack started as he laughed at the man standing across from him. “Like I told you, this is all business nothing personal, but you needed to bring down a couple of notches. Hook, you should be happy that I took the pressure off of your shoulders. You were not going to be able to handle everything you had for much longer.”

Hook’s jaw clenched as Jack continued, “Think about it! You had it all: the championship, the popularity, the girl… it was only a matter of time until everything was taken from you or got sick of you. And now you’re out of a championship and following but, hey, you still got your girl….barely.” He said making the audience 'oohed' and Hook’s head snap to Jack Perry. Jack always thought that you and Hook were something more than best friends. At least, he knew more as he knew Hook’s true feelings towards you, so it made sense to bring you into the conversation.

“I mean she’s on the shelf for right now, but at least she’s still cheering you on. That is until she wakes up and finally realizes that the New York thing isn’t working for her and goes Hollywood. Then, everything will be what it should be: you’ll truly be alone and I’ll be chilling with your girl-“

Jack didn’t have enough time to finish his statement as Hook tackled him to the ground. There are many things that Hook can take, but disrespecting you was not on the table. The crowd erupted with cheers as the cold-hearted handsome devil punched the arrogant heel over and over again. Jack turned over and started punching and kicking Hook, making the crowd boo.

After a couple of moments, Jack slid out of the ring and grabbed two chairs. The crowd, already knowing where this was going, started to boo Jack even heavier. He put one chair on the ground and put Hook’s head on top of it. Jack smiled as he held the other chair high above his head, but he didn’t have the chance to swing it as your theme song blasted through the arena, making the audience erupt with cheers.

The crowd stood on their feet as you appeared from the tunnels, fury in your eyes. Jack looked up with shock and almost fear in his eyes as you sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring.

He was trying to make excuses about his actions as Hook rolled to a far corner in the ring. “Y/N! It was just a joke-“

You cut him off as you speared him to the ground, with the audience getting even louder in the background. The chair he had dropped to the floor as you started stomping his ribs. You started to go to town as you allowed your anger, sadness, and bitterness to take over your body. It was almost like you were on autopilot; you then grabbed the chair and, without hesitation, started to hit Jack with it.

Hook, still in the corner, watched in awe. It surprised him how violent and angry you were, making a mental note to never make you angry. Even though he was enjoying the show of his girlfriend beating up his former partner, he realized he had to stop you before the worse happens. Just as you were about to hit Jack’s bruised body for the 7th time, Hook pulls you away from him and throws the chair out of the ring.

“What are you doing here?!” Hook asked

“I was cleared by the doctors and I got sick of his disrespectful mouth. So, do me a favor and step aside!” You said as you lunged towards Jack’s bloody and beaten body (which was still in the same place), but Hook caught you and placed you back in front of him.

“You didn’t need to do that! I can’t have you risking yourself for me. You could have been-“

“You are more than worth it. I don’t care who’s ass I have to beat, I don’t care how far I have to travel, I will do anything to make sure that you are okay.” You said as his eyes softened. Up til this moment, Hook has never really understood how much you care for him as he never thought someone could love him unconditionally, especially from a platonic standpoint. He just never thought he was capable of being loved this much. That all changed the moment you got in the ring and attacked Jack for him.

As he was soaking in the moment, he didn’t realize that someone else entered the ring. You looked behind your boyfriend to see Anna Jay checking on Jack before running up to you two. You shoved Hook out of the way and gave Anna a vicious bicycle kick, knocking her to the ground, next to her boyfriend.

After a couple of moments, you and Hook left the ring, going backstage (while also leaving the broken and beaten couple in the ring). You sat on a crate as Hook handed you a bag of ice for your hand, that started bruising after you were punching Jack.

“Well, that was epic. Wild, yet epic.” He said looking at you with big eyes. He was about to add on until he saw Jack being carried out on a stretcher to the ambulance.

You chuckled as your eyes followed the small crowd, “As I told you, anything for you baby boy. And if the roles were reversed, I know that you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same.”

Hook agreed, nodding his head. Then his eyes widened as he took in that statement a bit deeper, “Wait! Is that it’s like watching me fight?”

Laughing, you jumped down from the crate. “There were times I thought your opponent wasn’t going to make it.” Hook took that statement in and related it to what just happened. Cause if he didn’t grab that chair from your hands, then Jack really wasn’t gonna make it.

So technically he just saved Jack’s life…and in retrospect, you also saved Hook’s life.

“Okay, enough talk. Let’s go to catering, I’m starving.” You said.

From that day forward, Hook vowed to show you the same unconditional love that you show him.

Hell, he might confess his unconditional love for you.

After all, you deserve the best and nothing less.

[jeysmullet]

may i request a part two for the Hook dating Jeff Hardy’s daughter fic, if you feel like writing a second part? it was amazing!!

Atleast they know.

Hook X Female Hardy!Reader

Warnings:fluff, dads being hilarious.

Y/n Hardy.

I swiped the key card against the pad before pushing the handle down and opening the door.

"You staying here tonight?"

I questioned my boyfriend while walking towards the bed.

"Yeah. Darius said he was taking his girlfriend back to our room, so i really don't have a choice."

I heard him laugh.

I shook my head laughing before crouching down to my suitcase and grabbing some shorts and a shirt.

I walked over to the bathroom and cut on the light.

"Y/n."

I heard Tyler say from the bed.

"Hmm?"

I hummed in response to let him know i was listening.

"Do you think we should tell our dads or let them figure it out?"

"I will find it personally hilarious if they find out on their own."

"Yeah, you're right."

I heard him say before seeing him strip down to his boxers in the corner of my eye.

When i was finishing changing and finished washing my face, i left the bathroom turning off the light before walking over to the bed.

I pulled the covers back before getting into bed, and pulling the covers up.

"You nervous for tomorrow?"

I asked Tyler as he laid his head on my chest.

Tomorrow is when Tyler defends the FTW Championship against Jack Perry.

Ever since he found out he's been so nervous about it. He feels like if he loses, he'll let everyone down. Which we all know isn't true.

"Yeah, I mean what if i lose? Will my dad be disappointed? I feel like i'll disappoint everyone even you."

He spoke softly wrapping his arms around my waist, pushing his head deeper onto my chest.

"Ty, you could never disappoint me. You could never disappoint your dad, if you could hear all of the stuff he brags about with you. He's gonna be proud of you no matter what. I'll be proud of you no matter what. I promise you."

I spoke running my hand through his hair, moving it out of his face when it falls in it.

"I love you Y/n."

I heard the boy speak before hearing soft snores.

"I love you too, Ty Ty."

I whispered before leaning over to cut the light off, before letting sleep takeover.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I was sat in catering talking to Skye Blue and Renee.

"I'm excited for tonight's matches, they all seem good."

Skye spoke sipping out of a bottle of water.

"Yeah, i'm ready for the FTW Match."

Renee agreed with the girl.

I saw Skye turn and look at me out of the corner of my eye, so i looked up from my phone towards her.

"Speaking of FTW, why was Jeff and Taz so happy yesterday? Did you finally tell them you're dating a certain champion?"

Skye wiggles her eyebrows at me with a smile on her face.

"No, not yet. They know we did go on a date yesterday tho."

I shrugged placing my phone on the table.

"They knew?"

Renee asked shocked.

"Yep, Taz thinks he finally got me to agree to a date with Tyler."

Skye and Renee shook their heads laughing at what they were just told.

The three of us continued talking until i got a text message.

"Can you come to my locker room rq?"

The notification read.

"Hold on y'all, i'll be right back."

I told the girls getting up.

I heard them say okay before i started walking towards the locker rooms.

I was walking until i got to the door that read, "Hook".

I knocked on the door before opening it.

"what's wrong?"

I ask him as soon as i saw his face.

"I'm nervous, i'm scared."

"Baby, i told you it's gonna be okay. Win or lose tonight, we're all gonna be here to support and love you. I promise. Come here."

i said holding my arms out, making him walk into them.

We just hold each other until we heard a knock on the door.

"Hook, you're on in 5."

We heard a producer through the door.

I turned back to him and smiled.

"You got it."

i told him before standing on my tippy toes a bit and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled before heading over to the door.

"I love you."

i heard him say.

"I love you too, good luck."

I smiled before i saw him disappear behind the door.

Time to go watch my man.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I watched the monitor as Jack grabbed the FTW title and hit Tyler across the head.

I gasped watching Tyler fall to the mat before Jack scooted towards him putting his body over his.

1

2

3

"HERES YOUR WINNER AND NEW FTW CHAMPION, JACK PERRY."

I watched as Tyler was laid out on the mat.

Jack finally walked backstage with Tyler following a minute or 2 after.

As soon as Tyler saw me, he walked over to me walking into my arms.

I held him until we heard voices coming from behind him.

He turned around backing away from me seeing our dads standing there.

“Well damn.”

My dad said.

The 4 of us bursted out laughing.

“Wait so all that trouble just for y’all to be together already?”

Taz asked shaking his head smiling.

“Surprise!”

I said laughing.

The 4 of us spent the rest of the night going out to dinner and catching our dads up on our relationship.

While at dinner, Tyler decided he was finally ready for our relationship to be public. So he made sure i was okay with it, and he posted us on instagram.

The picture blew up, people were congratulating us, some fan girls were kinda iffy but most of it was support.

While we were nearing the end dinner, i got a text notification from Skye.

“Girl, check Taz’s twitter.”

The text read.

i furrowed my eyebrows and swiped on my phone until i got to the blue app.

I opened the app and all i saw was retweets of the picture and people talking about it.

I went to the trending and saw the two of us were trending.

I smiled shaking my head before putting my phone down and laying my head on Tyler’s shoulder.

I love my life.

🏷️: @kcloveswrestling @hooks-martin

[idv-harmonic-melody]

(OOC) Explaining what has been going on with my blogs + Some small info about the projects

Hello everypony! It is i, mod Clown, with just a small update that i will be posting here on Robin's blog since it is the only one that i THINK tumblr hasnt completely cut its reach. I will be also be reblogging it in my other active blogs so everyone can see it and i will be putting it in muns corner too since it kinda is an update since i called it it (?) but anyways!

I wanted to make this post since last time i just announced the shutdown of two of my blogs with no reason given and didn't even explained what would happen with the others and with my ongoing projects, so now i wanted to explain it further + maybe yap a little since i'm just built like that......

I will probably yap a lot in this, so i separated each topic and put it under the cut if any of you guys wanna jump in the most important part :3 soooo if you wanna know the updates, look under this Sunday.

About the Murder Disco essence

Since this is the project i'm doing in this blog, i decided to talk about it first. I have been planning this essence since the start of June, and, although i have all the characters chosen and each of their roles and order of deaths planned, i haven't been able to do a lot for it, even if i'm currently on vacation. I want to apologize about it to all the muns who have given me their respective muses to participate in it, i have simply been feeling quite desmotivated to make any art and i was also not. Liking the designs i was making.

But i have picked it up back some days ago! And currently i have 7 designs already finished + they have been drawn on the main essence poster! I will try my best now to finish it all before August ends! Again, i want to apologize for the time it is taking, but i promise i am working on it again. (Like just look at how much time ive spent on the essence poster.....)

Anyways i promise i haven't forgot about ir nor abandoned the project! I thank you all for your patience!!!!

Currently, i have 7/12 skins made, and i have already plans for most of them, i just need to get with actually drawing them! So i will be focusing on doing so now! 🙏

About @askthepianist and @theheavenshospital

So just to put all the info in the same post, i will also be talking about both blogs. I made a post some weeks ago about these blogs being shutdown, but didn't gave any info about it.

What i will be actually doing is just. Moving them to a new blog. I should have said it like that when i first made the posts but when i made it i was a bit tired, so i apologize for that. But yeah, i will be moving both Angeline and Pietro to a new blog, as i will be putting all the Paganini siblings together. I just think that they have a lot of lore and it is a bit of a waste to just show it in small events i do in Angie's blog, so yeah!

Alongside that, the Phantom of the Opera essence i made for Angeline will still be going! It will only be posted in this new blog i'm currently working on. When it will be released?...I'm gonna be honest, i don't know. I think it is pretty clear that i am very bad with dates, but i will be trying to post it asap!

Anyways if any of you guys have read this entire yap session, thank you very much! I will try not dissappearing suddenly again, and while were at it i also want to thank yall for the support you have been giving me.

Anyways, peace love and sunday ftw

[rox-of-iu]

hey gamers, so in the past months i kind of phased out of playing yi xian (and got obsessed with gujian3 instead lol) but someone brought it back to my brain so I fired it up to check whats new and the new characters (I kept up to date with the news on steam even though I wasn't playing lol) and,,,, weary sigh,, the brainrot is back hsdjhks so here

anyway cloud sword sect keeps on winning baybee!! the new character is so cool I love Lu Jianxin 😭💜 easily my new second place favourite sjdhk the mechanics of magically forging the sword throughout the battle is so so so fun

ok and more drawings under cut because i dont wanna make everyone scroll thru a long post about yi xian of all things hjaskd

ok anyway!!!! the ultimate title for getting most dao points with Mu Yifeng is literally "shixiong" sdhaks and SO TRU HE IS THE ULTIMATE SHIXIONG 💕💕 tea shixiong ftw

and also also!! played the new story mode and lets go! my boys interaction hahhah yipee

and Lu Jianxin being iconic hahhsdj hes so cool about also so silly heart

And now segway to our other new character Wu Ce! and not gonna lie I am entirely making all their lore (aside from what we know from the first lore entry) up because I suCK ASS at heptastar. my brain is tiny. so I am never leveling them up enough to get to know their story hasdjk

but like listen. i know its most likely that after they got set up by the generals they disappeared off to heptastar to chill like that but.. listen theyře a schemer, you cant double cross your war strategist and then get out scot-free so I think Wu Ce should snap and spitefully cook something up as a revenge before dipping out. ykno as a treat

(if anyones curious and read this far and wants context, all that is known from the first entry is that Jiang Ximing (white hair, heptastar) taught them when they were younger and gifted them the star moon folding fan. Wu Ce then grew up to be very talented in astronomy and scheming. they then become a war strategist and are very successful which causes their superiors to grow jealous of them and the superiors set Wu Ce up. Wu Ce disappears after that and its implied that that's when they joined heptastar pavilion)

so yea they very cool 💜💜 but my brain is so so so small 💔💔 i cant even figure out how to play as normal heptastars nevermind their absolutely convoluted 40 steps schemey cards hsajkdh

also last thing i just realized that the new game cover that they switched to for the season of wind in game has the three new characters that they added in the corner! and that I wildly misjudged the length of Lu Jianxin's hair ghdjashgdjsa

also speaking of hair, heres MYF model because look at the absolute lengths hsjhdsjdhks icon icon icon (also pls appreciate the detail that his robe coattails are made so he matches the swallows of the mountain 🖤🖤)

ok thats all hahahja bye bye xD

[danikatze]

[ID in alt text]

Came across a Kissing meme thing and just turned it into a Matsu Kisses Everyone meme hehe. Plus two Everyone Kisses Each Other drawings :3

HCs and og prompts for the meme below the cut

Cheek and nose. BFF Matsu and Otake of course! I've had the B99 "aren't you forgetting something?" bit in my head with them in my head for years. Both would be the one to walk away without paying their bill - although Matsu would more often walk off in a rush.

Back for more and throat. I've said it before when posting wips for this, and I'll say it again: post-canon non-romantic UmeMatsu ftw! I'm actually trying to write a fic about how that happened in my head, but who knows if that'll ever see the light of day lol

Belly and from behind. Post-canon Masa deserves to relax so much that he grows a nice soft and round belly. Matsu will be very fond of it <3

Corner of the mouth and lower arm. IchiMatsu will take years and years to become a thing, and before they do I imagine they'll have a lot of tentative conversations about their individual pasts and what happened between them after Masa joined the Five Leaves. Like an exchange about the wound Matsu had the night they met.

Knuckles and forehead. No HCs about these two pairs regarding these particular drawings really

There were three prompts that I didn't really feel like doing, so I left two out and changed one to something else. :3

[aerodaltonimperial]

Bestie Prompt

You have to tell me why we are committing a felony before we do it

No it’s not going to stop us but at least I’ll have all the facts

(canon divergent, since i've altered the course of the FTW belt lol)

In the end, it's a surprise. It wasn't Lee Moriarty, or Swerve Strickland, or even one of the former holders, like Brian Cage. No, in the end, it was a surprise when the person to finally peel the FTW belt off Hook is Wheeler Yuta. Maybe it shouldn't have been. After all, the BCC has declared themselves the top of the roster, the best of the best. They're the ones out there attacking whoever they see as a potential shadow over their reign. And that meant that Hook, with his undefeated record and his steady rise, ended up flying too close to the sun.

Yuta is a real bastard about it, too; grabs Hook by the hair after the bell has rung, after Hook has already lost, after he's spitting out blood that's run down his nose and between his lips. He pulls Hook's head up and sneers in his face. It's an awful shot, right in front of the cameras: all it does is plaster Hook's loss, the belt, all over every single television tuned in.

"You thought you were untouchable," Yuta hisses in Hook's ear. "But we were forged in combat."

Mox and Claudio and Danielson, they're all ringside. They move in a pack, because the numbers game plays into their favor. Jack watches them from the opposite side, not because he's scared, but because starting anything now will only make things worse for Hook.

Yuta drops Hook's head back to the ring, and his forehead bounces on the mat, leaving a smear of red behind. Shit.

The others come out, as they always do, just to get their hits in. They kick his ribs, scream at his face. Jack launches himself through the ropes, and it's 1 versus 4. Mox ends up shoving him against the post and laughing about it. Jack never believe he'd scare them off, just that he'd take the heat. With his head ringing, he slides down onto all fours.

The belt is gone. Hook's legacy—stolen. As the BCC makes their way up the ramp to the thunderous boo of the crowd, and thank goodness for small favors, really, Jack touches Hook's shoulder. The muscles beneath his fingertips shudder.

"You gotta get up," Jack whispers, hair obscuring the shot of his face. "Get up and walk out, Hook. Don't let them take this, too."

Hook's hand shoots out, grappling, finally finding Jack's wrist and curling tight. He's hurting. Every inch he pushes himself up must be agonizing, but he fucking does it, and Jack helps him with a fierce rush of pride. He remembers this sensation: peeling himself up off the mats and knowing it's his own blood that's covering the square. He remembers feeling like the smallest piece of shit ever, snubbed beneath the heel of his opponent's boot.

They make their way backstage, one step at a time.

People are nice about it. Of course they are; Hook is beloved. He gets a few pats, and Chuck Taylor brings a wet towel to help him wash up, and Jack sits with him as Hook runs the terrycloth over his face. The fabric comes away pink.

"Can we go?" Hook asks, low. There's a tremor in his tone.

"Already got the keys," Jack replies.

When they get in the car, parked in the garage at the back of the arena, Jack pauses. From the passenger seat, Hook gives him a questioning look. Jack points up at the corners. "These cameras down here? They aren't actually turned on."

"What?"

Jack shrugs. "I passed by the security office a few times. Wondered if they were. Turns out, they aren't even connected. Just for show."

"O-kay," Hook says, slowly.

"And this side of the garage, this east side, see, it comes around the back of the assigned locker rooms."

Hook's forehead furrows. His tongue slips out, running across the lip that will be swollen for days. "The walls aren't brick."

"Naw," Jack says. "Just drywall and plywood. A few load bearing columns. This whole side was a later addition, and it was done kinda fast. Cut a few corners."

Hook scans the interior of the car. "You requested the Suburban?"

"Weirdly enough, nobody else had it reserved."

Hook looks at Jack, a cut over one eye and his hair plastered to his forehead. He looks like he went through hell, but you know what? He came out the other side still in one piece. And Jack is ready to burn the entire fucking arena down in vengeance for what Yuta and the BCC clawed into his skin.

"Thanks for telling me we're committing a felony before we do it," Hook says. "Won't stop us, but I appreciate the heads up."

"Yeah?" Jack asks.

"Yeah." Hook's expression goes a little watery. "Hey. Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me," Jack tells him. "I'd murder those assholes for you."

"This SUV is pretty big," Hook says, but he's smiling, and that's really all that matters, "so, you really might."

Jack throws the Suburban in reverse and steps on the gas. And boy does he hope the entire BCC is in that locker room celebrating when they fly through the wall in an explosion of debris and insulation.

[sugarcubedd]

Rambling Devil Theory under the cut. Posting before (presumably) their real identity is revealed at Full Gear tomorrow.

TL;DR: I think, thematically, The Devil should be Jack Perry. He's mad that MJF had the audacity to have a face turn through the power of friendship after being the catalyst for Jack abandoning his friendship with Hook to turn heel.

Back in march of this year MJF confronted Jack in the ring. In an incredible monologue Max tells Jack that he has all the makings of being a champion and a worthy rival for him but is being held back by his friendships. Crucially, he also specifically says that he's going to be held back by his newest friend Hook, too.

"You just had to be the good guy for these people? Really? These people?" he says with disdain as he motions to the crowd outside the ring. "Where has being a good guy gotten you?"

At that point MJF was world champion and Jack... Jack was still just Jungle Boy. The gimmick name sounds silly when MJF says it like that. Just Jungle Boy.

"When I become world champion, at least I won't wake up alone every day and hate the person I see in the mirror." Jack says before the cameras cut out.

Then, several months later, after escalating brutality in the ring, Jack had his heel turn at Forbidden Door. He attacked his then tag team partner and only remaining friend, Hook, as they were heading backstage together after Jack's loss.

Jack then set his sights on the FTW championship. He won it from Hook at Blood and Guts in july but when he became increasingly unhinged and attempted to retire the belt in an elaborate in-ring funeral with a hammer Hook returned to stop him. After a brief fight Hook challenged Jack for a rematch at All In.

The All In pre-show match ended with Hook regaining the title followed by the now infamous fight between Jack and CM Punk. Both of them ended up leaving the the arena in disgrace that night. CM Punk was eventually fired for the incident while Jack was suspended indefinitely. Any storylines that had been planned for him were dashed - and as one of AEW's Four Pillars there were definitely stories planned.

But while Jack was having the worst time of his life MJF was experiencing a face turn through the power of friendship. At that same pay-per-view MJF fought his best friend Adam Cole and instead of turning on each other the experience only served to strengthen their bond.

So Jack was forced to sit at home and watch as MJF discarded his own advise about friendship to became more and more popular as a face. Despite still being an asshole Max now had the crowd on his side. He'd become the people's scumbag. And he was happier than ever.

Jack followed MJF's advise. He became selfish. He threw away his friendships. He put himself first. And this was where it lead: being miserable and alone.

I think this is when Jack, fueled by anger and frustration, snuck into MJF's locker room and stole the devil mask. He attacked Jay specifically to frame MJF. Then later he attacked the acclaimed simply to hurt people he saw as MJF's friends. He wants Max to feel cornered and alone.

And the timing works out! Shortly after The Devil was first seen there were reports that Jack Perry was no longer indefinitely suspended. The phrasing from a source at the time makes it sound like AEW was putting more distance between Jack and the fight while setting things up for his return.

Admittedly, this is where my theory breaks down. Jack has motive to do all of this but I can't account for the other four guys that accompany The Devil. For this to work the other masked assailants have to be hired goons and not other wrestlers because Jack doesn't have friends or a faction that would help him out. In fact, this theory hinges specifically on him not having friends.

But that's how I would have written this story if I were Tony Khan.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Choco Bombs

First posted: August 3, 2018

Focuses on: Tim Drake and Dick Grayson

My favorite bookmark: "author is a master at advertising and also this is sad"

Tier: Subjectively, quiet. Objectively, middle of the road.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

We're finally to the end of my BatFam Week 2018 fics. This one was made for the "Hurt/Comfort" prompt and ended up being... Well, you'll see.

There was a person in his kitchen. There wasn’t supposed to be.

I don't remember what the inciting incident was for this fic, creatively speaking. There might not have been one. I do know these were always the opening lines. In fact, it may have been that these lines came first and I had to scramble to figure out what in the world was going on and what came next. Five years later, who's to say.

The person in the kitchen turned. For a moment, Tim’s breath caught as the dim recessed light illuminated black hair, muscular shoulders clad in a subtly expensive button-up, and a small, warm smile. Bruce. But then Tim caught sight of the face. Just Dick.

Whatever happened, I'm 98% sure this part came pretty quickly too because whuff. Mean mean mean. Poor Tim misses his dad so much, only he hasn't even gotten to grieve like the rest of them.

“There’s this new fad going around,” Tim said before Dick could speak. “It’s called knocking. Big hit with your fellow millennials. You should try it sometime.”

I try really hard to avoid pinning down pesky things like dates because we keep aging and these kids... don't. But you have to admit, Dick is a millennial. Although now I'm having a crisis that technically Bruce probably is, too, maybe.

He didn’t know how to navigate this new terrain with Dick. He didn’t like tension, but he didn’t know how to fix it without rolling over, and he wouldn’t give in. He was the injured party here, not Dick.

A fundamental issue for poor Tim here is he has functioned for a long time as a peacemaker, coming in when Dick and Bruce were at odds and the Manor was fundamentally broken. But he's also stubborn as heck.

Bowl located, Tim turned around and noticed with a spiteful zing of satisfaction the way Dick pinched the bridge of his nose. But then Dick noticed him noticing and straightened, smile plastered back on his face.

I wrote this long before The Return was even a glimmer on the horizon of life, but reading back with that in mind... Poor Dick. He's trying.

Tim had learned to cook as a kid. Even though his parents made sure they left enough money for delivery food, he’d liked the idea of filling his big, empty house with warmth and the smell of a good meal. He just... hadn’t had the energy over the last few weeks, that was all.

Nowadays I'm not convinced at all that Tim can cook, but I was still trying to figure out which canon I ascribed to back then.

“What’re you having?” Dick asked. “Choco Bombs?”

Tim held up the bright orange box in answer.

Reese's Puffs FTW

“Hmm?” Dick jerked to attention, elbow buckling before he snapped upright. “Oh. Sorry, Timbo, just... zoning out there, I guess.”

Behold the one and only nickname I will allow for Tim. (It's a family nickname so I'm fond of it.)

Tim fidgeted his spoon between his thumb and forefinger. “The, uh, gig more intense than you thought?” Demon brat giving you a harder time than you anticipated, Dickie dear?

Timothy, your Jason is showing.

The corners of Dick’s mouth tipped upward slightly, like doing more required more effort than he could afford. Leaning forward, he bent and rested his forehead against Tim’s. “I’m not injured, little brother. I’m alright.” Tim’s fingers flexed uselessly as he forced himself to take a breath. “But you’re not,” he murmured.

brotherssssss 😭 Truly, I should do more forehead presses.

“I’m sorry, I know I screwed up with how I handled you and Damian. I don’t know what else I could have done, but I know—And now you’re not talking to me, and Jason is AWOL, and it’s like I’ve lost my brother again, but it’s both of you this time. Damian hates me. Alfred... I’ve never seen him look so old. And my dad is dead. Again.”

...

But Dick. Dick had adored his parents, and into the jagged hole their deaths had left, Bruce had appeared and filled the gap to keep Dick from falling after them. Regardless of their weird, part-paternal, part-fraternal relationship, Bruce really had been Dick’s dad for the majority of Dick’s life. And now he was gone too. Tim knew. But he couldn’t imagine. My dad is dead.

Oh, I was wrong before. These bits. Dick talking about his losing his dad again, that's what incited this fic. I will bet dollars to donuts I had a text meltdown on @starknjarvis27, jotted a couple notes to myself, and then had those first two lines smack me like a bolt from the blue.

Does this fic in the end toooootally mesh with what I unpack in The Return? Not really. Is what it is.

[tragicclownwrites]

im curious, when did you first get interested in squidbob?

Ooh, my first ask 🤗 and what a great question to start with!

It's honestly such a weird story lmao but the short version is that I didn't find SquidBob. SquidBob found me. 🧽🐙

As for the long version, answering/rambling below the cut!

I think it happened just under a year ago or so? It was definitely sometime in late 2022/early 2023. Before then, I wasn't even remotely in the fandom and was more or less part of the group who had seen SBSP but wasn't involved beyond that.

When we were younger, my sister and I played Battle for Bikini Bottom on the PS2. So when the "Rehydrated" version came out, she hit me up and was like "omg they made a remake! we have to play it!" and I was all "hell yeah! nostalgia ftw!" (def worth it - it's a good time and everyone looks so damn adorable 🥹).

If you've played that game and you're in the fandom, you're probably pretty familiar with this moment (clip actually starts at :12). 😉😂 HOWEVER, this wasn't even the moment that initially caught my attention. In fact, it was actually THIS one between Robot Plankton and Robot Spongebob (who is terrifying btw). My sister and I got to this part in the game and were just...👀👀. Like, why was Robot Plankton (who is essentially a clone of real Plankton) thinking of Robot Spongebob like that? Kinda gay if you ask me. Long story short, I shipped PlankBob (ironically) for a hot minute lmao.

I started looking online to see if anyone else was crack-shipping it up like I was and I think that's when I came across SquidBob in earnest. I had remembered seeing some rather interesting moments between them in the past, but strangely never thought anything of it until I started looking below the surface. A few YouTube clips later, my memory was beginning to refresh - and those clips weren't even close to exhaustive! I just couldn't believe how unsubtle these two were! Like, HOW COULD I BE SO BLIND!?

For shits and giggles, I then decided to check AO3 to see if there were any fics about them. One of the fics I came across was none other than NBYF - the very fic that inspired my first work in this fandom! After reading it like four times, I was HOOKED. I needed more. So, I ended up on Tumblr and have been here ever since. 🥰

For added backstory, I've been in and out of fandoms over the years, but never felt the need to be active in any of them. Whether it was fandom discourse, fleeting interest, etc., I didn't want to get involved in any of that and, oftentimes, the canon just didn't inspire me to create my own works.

Needless to say, I'm so thankful to have found this small corner of the internet. Everyone has been so cool thus far and it's been really fun to write fics for SquidBob. I've always been a bit of a sucker for the grump x sunshine ship dynamic, so this pair is just perfection. 🌧️❤️☀️✨ One of these days I'll do an entire post about why I ship them. Someday lol. And given how episodic the SBSP show is, that actually helps a ton for writing - it's great to be able to stay true to the canon while not committing to any solid timelines or anything like that. I mean, even the actual show has continuity issues, so no one can fault me if I decide to switch things up a bit. 😜 I tend to prefer canon divergence vs. AUs when it comes to fanfiction as well because I really enjoy the challenge of working with an existing world/characters and creating a unique story for it all.

So, that's my fandom origin story. Not the most cut-and-dry (and probably not what you were asking) lmao but that's essentially where it all started! I'd be interested in hearing when/how you got into SquidBob hell, if you haven't already posted about it. 😊

[sorcerous-caress]

i always felt the flaming fists were a bit scummy as they guarded the steel watchers foundry and some of them are also seen extorting / bullying people in Act 3. thus, mommy nine fingers keene ftw <3

Honestly, yeah, most of them were very scummy, and while yes, you could excuse some of their behaviour for the fact that most of them had been tadpoled or their superiors were but still.

Even the perfectly sane ones never help us even once? In the burning building it's us who did all the work and even then they just left without a word after.

Not a thank you, not do you need anything and not even a fuck you or nothing? They just talked shit Wyll then left with their councilor.

At the start of Act 3, they don't even check the donations for the refugees for safety. It's just blatant laziness and cutting corners! There were explosives in the kids toys and it had to be us to find out about it.

Again later on at the gate to entery, the fucking demand a bribe to let us in just out in the open??

Don't even get me started on their prison system, literally every prison had a cracked wall or a sewer i could escape from. There were just one or two guards on patrol while the other's played cards. Hell the prison gate guard was even sleeping!

And I'm still salty over the fact when i was saving volo from the mob, the flaming fist just let them attack me and never helped me or even intervened. Yet the second I go to loot the dead bodies of my attacker, the guards sprint at me and demand i stop and call me a criminal scum!

The flaming fists are a joke.

[kimije]

24 Hour skirt which if I did it all at once would have been about 5-6hrs

Since this was all rectangles I got lazy and cut 8 layers at once, it worked surprisingly well

Giant Pockets! Miles of Sash!

The sash took about 20 minutes to turn out, it was big enough not to be frustrating, there was just a lot of it.

I was debating between pleats and gathering, but pleats seemed too fiddly for the timeframe I was working with so giant zigzag over string gathering was the method of the day.

the waistband of the back piece ties at the front with twill tape

the first seams I did I used an overcast stitch (really must go see if my overlocker still works) and then sewed it flat but for all the rest I did a rolled hem (favorite foot) and strait stitched it together. Less fraying that way.

the front half went much the same as the back, the black panels are there by design, but also because I wanted more skirt volume

I have not mastered the art of buying just enough fabric, I'm either short or I have a meter and a half left over.

I will say this is the least amount of scrap fabric I've ever had on a project (rectangles ftw), corner pieces from the pockets and about 5 inches times the total width because I decided it was too long

The first pic is with a petticoat and the second is without... I don't think it makes much difference. Its just with the amount of fabric in the skirt and the shape of me I don't think I need any assistance with volume.

To make this I skimmed through this video:

as well as part 2 and then just went for it.

Also pro tip, if the person taking your photos is taller than you get them to sit down. In the first photos we took it looked like I had no neck, no legs and was made of 90% boobs, the ones above are much more like what I see in the mirror.

[fruitcoops]

I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

[hillnerd]

stranger things volume 2 reaction

So a lot of people are mad. I mean, I get it- but I think that people are being a bit over the top about it and saying ‘all of volume 2 is bad writing’ are not being fair to the series. I have my issues with it, but there was some good stuff here and I think reactionary ‘negative sits more heavily in my reaction to things’ stuff is happening.

FULL REACTION/ SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

The negative:

Really? Will couldn’t say the word GAY????? Really?! Ridiculous. I am livid. 

Steven still having it bad for Nancy…. 😑 like it was kind of cute but mostly I just wanted him to move on and I am sick of love triangle shit!!

Mike being like 😐 as will fucking sobs??? 😡

 fuck Mike at this point. his whole ‘can’t say I love u’ thing felt forced and I can’t stand how he’s just stealing lines from the pining gay best friend

CAN WE STOP WITH THE PINING GAYS NOW? PLZ???

Eddie’s death and NOT GETTING TO AT LEAST LIVE ON AS A HERO IN THE TOWN????? 😡 Eddie dies but the fucking Russians don’t?? Like… what?? I didn’t want him to die but THIS felt like unnecessary lemon in the papercut 

Steve Nancy and Robin choking for like 40 minutes and doing almost nothing? Pass. lame. 

‘Hopper lost weight’ ‘he’s thin now’ ‘wow he’s thin’ who gives a fuck??? Like he isn’t that different looking aside from the shaved head/face and scars- as someone with an E.D. this is the kind of shit that triggers me hard. 

The Meh

Eleven minds battle and being in max’s head - visually I found it underwhelming

Robin was under-utilised the last volume

I love that they have Anne with an e actress but I don’t spect her to be a full character if she and Robin are together and not just ‘oh yeah lesbian in the corner’

Military hunting 11 I’m still not seeing the logic on…

Demogorgan vs hopper and ‘we’ll give the kids time/help’ didn’t feel like it actually was DOING that. Needed to have better and clearer visual showing this

Russia in general (except hopper reunion) was not good

The Positive

Glad eleven didn’t give that piece of shit papa the closure he wanted.

Argyle FTW I was amused

Johnathan finally being BACK and useful and a wonderful older brother - He was so lovely in his scenes with Will and it’s refreshing to have him be BACK again, and not just high

Will was so touching and acted his scenes so amazingly well- he is giving Mike so much credit that little shit doesn’t deserve- but truly he was wonderful in his scenes

Eddie you are darling in every single scene you KING- I hope this launches the actor and he gets so many parts- because in EVERY. SINGLE. SCENE. he was AMAZING. I could watch this guy for hours. 

Steve I love still even with his dorky stories and love triangle shit- he’s such a good dude- I like it when he has his ‘action hero bouncing around rolling off the rope’ stuff and love how tender he is and how he sees how he’s grown as a person

Erica! Love having her be more active part of the group and showing off some more of her kind side- I hope they make her a more fleshed out character next season bc she’s great.

Lucas/Max is so darling and powerful- their notes scene was just amazing

MAX- That actress is just phenomenal in this and they made max so amazing.

Joyce/Hopper was Everything!!!! Their reunion in that house? The stuff of fanfic. Loved it.