#ignition...knockout

[sadhours]

Maybe one where she and Steve are arguing and as they get home and get in the shower together they're still arguing and then they start fucking while arguing and they move it to the bed and keep on.. sorry I'm high lol

i’m drunk, i can work with this.

steve harrington x fem!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, jealous!steve, shower sex, dirty talk, name calling

“so, me talking to a man means i want to jump in his bed?” you ask, voice raised an octave as steve fumbles with his keys. he scoffs, stops mid keytwist as he turns towards you a stern expression.

“that’s not what I’m saying and you know that,” he argues, unlocking the deadbolt and shoving his key in the doorknob.

“well, then, dumb it down for me, Steve because it sure sounds like your saying that,” you reply, voice dropping in condescension.

steve pushes the door open with such force that you have to extend your fist to stop it from slamming in your face. he stomps to the bedroom with you hot on his trail. he tosses his keys and wallet on the dresser, kicking off his Nikes and starts unzipping his members only jacket. he looks at you under his broad brows, brown eyes set on you and fiery with his frustration.

“communication, Stevie,” you sing, “that’s the only way we’re gonna get anywhere!”

you untie your heels, tossing them to the foot of the bed once you get them off your feet, looking at him expectantly.

“listen,” he sighs, hands extended like he’s trying to calm you down but it only ignites the low flame of annoyance, sparking it with fuel that makes you laugh, all sarcastic and mean. “i’m not saying you wanted to fuck him, i’m saying he wanted to fuck you and maybe, just maybe, you liked the attention.”

“oh!” you laugh again, following him as he trails to the bathroom, “now I’m so desperate for attention! isn’t that a fucking you problem?! maybe i wouldn’t be so desperate for it if i was getting enough.”

Steve leans over the tub to start the faucet, pulls the lever to transfer the stream to the shower head. he looks frustrated, like you really aren’t seeing his side of things and starts to undo his jeans. shoves his jeans down to his knees and kicks them off. rubs his hand against his sharp nose a couple of times and shakes his head, looking at you with wide eyes.

“i played one game of pool with a buddy! i give you loads and fucking loads of attention!” he raises his voice at the end, hands going to the hem of his polo and he pulls it up and over his head.

you eyes fall on his chest hair, unable to stop yourself amidst a relatively heated argument. he looks fucking hot standing there in his underwear and you kind of hate him for it. so you try to even the playing field, shuck off your skin tight dress and undo your bra. Steve’s eyes drop to your tits, as expected and you feel like you gained a point.

he recovers quickly, shoves his hand under the spray to test the water temperature. shucks his briefs off and steps into the shower, closing the curtain but you caught a quick glimpse of his cock and balls. makes you quickly lose your thong and jump in behind him in the shower, moaning low at the heat of the water.

“i want your attention all the time,” you settle for as you push past him to hog the warm water.

“not exactly doable but,” he grunts as he pushes against you, “that’s sweet.”

“stevie,” you whine as you lean against him, feeling his cock start to fill out against your asscheeks. “i wasn’t flirting with that guy.”

“i know,” he mumbles, moving his hands to grab your hips as his lips find the skin just beneath your ear, “but you’re a fucking knockout. no way he didn’t want you.”

“he can’t have me,” you reply, tilting your head to give him better access, “only you can.”

Steve groans lowly against your neck, “you’re damn fucking right.”

“so why do you get so jealous?” you ask as you tilt your head back, welcoming his greedy kisses against your neck. his hands move to cup your breasts, squeezing as he grinds up into you.

“‘cause fuckin’ look at you, baby,” he mumbles in between sloppy kisses.

“i’m yours, stevie,” you remind him, moaning softly as he sucks a sizable bruise on the side of your throat. you reach behind to grab his cock, pointing his head as your entrance, sure he can feel the way you’re dripping arousal. “only you can do this to me,” you promise.

unexpectedly, steve grabs your hips and plants you against the shower tiles, lines his cock up with your hole and sinks in. groaning lowly in your ear as your cunt clenches around him and you moan out loudly.

“think you like making me jealous,” he grunts out, lips still pressed to your ear, hands still firm on your hips as he thrusts roughly into you, “think you like how i fuck you after.”

he’s telling the truth, you love steve for how tender and sweet he is but when he’s got some fire in him, he fucks you so good it makes you see stars. he moves his hand up your back, presses so your chest is flush against the cold tiles. hammers his hips into you two times, pointed and harsh. the head of his cock hitting against the golden spot inside you so deliciously, you’re moaning uncontrollably.

“huh?” he grunts again, “s’that true? like it when i treat you like a slut?”

“Steve,” you whine, hands flat against the shower wall, pushing your ass back at him. he thrusts again, pinning you against the wall and holding you there. cock unmoving and it’s torture.

“what?” he pouts, “big, tough girl can talk to strangers at the bar but can’t admit she wants her boyfriend to fuck her like a slut?”

“i like it, yes,” you babble out the confession, trying to wiggle back against him but his hips don’t budge. he’s stronger than you, physically and mentally.

“what? you like what?” he asks, grabbing your wrists and holding them against the wall.

“steve…” you whine again and he laughs, all cruel and loud against your ear.

“i play your game,” he says, “you can play mine. so say it, and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

you moan and writhe against the tiles, not wanting to give in. you want to push steve, want to make him break. get some of the power back here but it’s all too heady and his cock feels so good sheathed as deep as it’ll fit but you ache for movement. you give in, on the possibility he’ll give you what you want— what you need.

“i like when you treat me like a slut,” you admit, turning your face to look at him. his eyes darken as they meet yours and his lips curl up. he thrusts, gives you what you want but it’s so slow and deliberate. teasing and mean. drags a dissatisfied whine from your lips and steve thrusts forward harshly, quick and deep. prods at that spot so deep inside, the one only steve can reach.

“you’re lucky i like it, too,” he tells you and then he picks up the pace, keeps a steady rhythm. your eyes roll back as the head of his cock hammers against your g-spot. pushes these repetitive uh-uh-uh’s from you. his hands release your wrists, his left grabs hold of your hip and his right comes up to grip your throat, not too tightly and gives him the leverage to tilt your head back. covers your mouth with his in a sloppy, filthy open mouthed kiss. fucks you ruthlessly against the shower tiles.

“you’re my little cockslut,” he says between kisses, “all fucking mine.”

his words make that coil in your stomach tighten quicker and quicker. he doesn’t stop. steve can’t shut up when his cocks inside your tight, sopping cunt.

“aren’t you? my slut, huh?” he drills into you, the water cascading over your bodies only making the slapping sounds of your skin meeting that much louder. “and you fucking love being my slut, don’t you, baby?”

“yes, steve— fuck, i’m your little slut,” you babble, bouncing against him and the wall.

“my dirty little slut,” he pants, “such a good slut, just for me.”

steve gasps, pushes you up against the wall again, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises and jackhammers into you. god, it’s almost too much, each time his cock slams into your sweet spot your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open, unabashedly moaning for him. coil tightening and threatening to snap at any second, your voice cracking on the moans, getting higher and higher in pitch. it’s your tell. steve knows you’re close, knows your body better than you do.

he groans lowly, “cum for me, dirty girl. cum all over my cock.”

you wail as it hits you, body seizing in his grip as he fucks you through it. drags every bit of it out of you. you struggle to hold yourself upright, the orgasm spending you almost immediately but steve’s not too far behind. you can tell by the way he’s panting and whining in your hear.

“my fucking— hnng, my fucking dirty little slut,” he whines and then thrusts one last time, deep and hard as he spills inside you. his lips find your cheekbone, kissing tenderly as his orgasm washes over him. little moans vibrating against your face. then he’s slipping out of you and you already miss the warmth and fullness only he can give you. he turns you around, wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.

after the pair of you catch your breath, you continue the shower. taking turns washing each other’s hair and bodies, exchanging sweet words and kisses. the waters gone cold but it’s fine, steve warms you up when you finally crawl under the sheets, clinging to you tightly and kissing your face, neck and collarbone.

[xiaoddexingjiutang]

I posted Migratory Birds on Chinese sites, one of the reader leave a comment : the people are not satisfied with soundwave end up in shadow zone at the end of TFP. The Seeker twins are so powerful individuals, but why can't they be successful Decepticons?

my answer : I have carefully considered the reasons for everyone's dissatisfaction. The most obvious one is, of course, the poor treatment. However, I believe there are many other factors. The scriptwriter of the series is fond of the concept of fate's close cycle, where loyalty and silence lead to self-inflicted consequences.Seekers Twins Skyquake and Dreadwing also follow similar principles. This feeling of self-imposed fate and suffocation at the subconscious level is quite overwhelming. Moreover, the follow-up to the series RID is too frivolous and poorly executed, releasing Soundwave from the shadow space, fighting him in a slapdash manner, and then locking him back up, twice.

The scriptwriter of TFP series has a profound intention to educate. Consider that most viewers of a popular culture product are "human" with no major flaws, generally healthy in body and mind. The design of the Decepticons, compared to the Autobots who are more human-like and perfect, actually has a strong element of dehumanization. They lack humanity, emotions, and limbs, and are visually bizarre. In Chinese, it's said that those with incomplete six senses and cannot serve as ministers in the court. Then, by painting some characters to be more "human," such as the Seeker Twins and Breakdown&Knockout, and showing their inevitable demise in an environment lacking human care, the series warns viewers: "Which side are you on? You know what to choose, right? If the environment is so barren, shouldn't you run away quickly, not ending up like them?" Undoubtedly, this educational approach is successful.

Following this educational approach, it would be absurd for the Twins to succeed as Decepticons. In real life, when encountering such an inhuman environment, of course, one should run away quickly; every second of delay is a disrespect to oneself. However, I do not want to engage in their educational approach. As someone who has been on the margins in a loosely defined sense, I want to see a place where a spark ignites another, where "human" and "non-human" can coexist harmoniously, where you are missing an arm and I lack part of my skull, but together we form a happy group, not caring about the standards set by the "people" outside.

The human brain tends to fixate on one interpretation. Therefore, achieving the level of self-consistency like the series does is enough to form an irresistible fate, the only truth. When this truth is not pleasant, it is hard not to feel pain. But what if there are many ways to be self-consistent? There might be many truths as well. It's just that one of them happened at that time.

[cosmics-beings]

you know, i think the ideas can co-exist that knockout was 100% in the right for betraying starscream, and that this what won him favor by the autobots but also, starscream deserved better writing, a redemption arc, and to actually have healing and friends in the same way knockout did because starscream, in the series, had done more than any deception to aid the autobots. saving arcee, jerking orion pax's memory, giving them intel, and wanting to join them until he got the shit beat out of him.

i don't think that starscream is innocent, and i think he treated knockout like shit. and i can't get mad at knockout for betraying him to save his own skin because he was afraid of starscream.

but what i can say is that, starscream's writing was unfair and he also deserved to be redeemed and get another chance at being a 'good' or at best,a morally grey character. it was tiring seeing everything he did just ignored or written off simply because he was starscream, when canonically, the autobots wouldn't have won the war if he didn't ignite the fire that made orion pax decide to figure out who he was.

knockout, shockwave, megatron and other decepticons getting redemption when starscream deserved one the most out of all of them was unfair

[fallinashes]

KNOCKOUT X GN! READER

Chrome and Charisma

In the dangerous world of Earth, you found yourself drawn to the audacious and charming Knock Out. His sleek design and charismatic personality were hard to resist, making your spark flutter with excitement. Little did you know that your paths were destined to intertwine in the most unexpected way.

As fate would have it, you and Knock Out found yourselves thrown together on a mission. His witty banter and confident demeanor ignited a spark within you, and you couldn't help but be drawn to his magnetic charm.

The more time you spent together, the deeper your connection grew. Knock Out's playful flirting and sly compliments left you blushing, caught in a whirlwind of his charisma. It became a delightful dance of give and take, where flirty remarks and teasing gestures became the language of your burgeoning romance.

Beneath Knock Out's confident facade, you caught glimpses of vulnerability. Late-night conversations revealed his insecurities, his fear of being seen as merely superficial. You reassured him, unveiling the layers of his complex personality and appreciating the depth hidden beneath his polished exterior.

As you shared your own fears and dreams, Knock Out reciprocated, building a foundation of trust and understanding. Your connection evolved from flirtation to a profound emotional bond, where you could be your true selves without fear of judgment.

With every stolen glance and lingering touch, the tension between you and Knock Out grew palpable. His mischievous smirk and the way his optics locked with yours sent shivers down your spinal cables. The chemistry between you was undeniable, crackling like energon in the air.

Each encounter was an exhilarating dance of desire, filled with flirty innuendos and stolen moments. You reveled in the excitement, savoring the anticipation of what could unfold between you.

In the midst of the chaos and battles, love bloomed between you and Knock Out. Beneath his charming exterior, he revealed a deep affection, his once playful flirtations evolving into sincere gestures of love and devotion.

Your romance became a sanctuary in the midst of war, a haven where you found solace and strength. Knock Out's unwavering support and affection propelled you to new heights, reminding you of your worth and encouraging you to embrace your own power.

Together, you navigated the complexities of love, fueling each other's passions and nurturing a connection that defied the chaos of their world. In each other's arms, you found a love that was both fiery and tender, a love that made you feel truly alive.

[tripleglitchwriting]

When it comes to the ‘Ignition’ AU, (I’ll come up with a better name later, ‘Ignition’ is just for Ratchet’s story) pretty much every character is free rein since it’s not set in any specific continuity.

For certain characters I’ll lean towards one interpretation so it’s easier for me to get a feel for the character. (ex: TFP Arcee rather than IDW Arcee)

Also, I may not solely go off this poll, because it’s more for me to get ideas.

CONTINUITY KEY:

TFP = Transformers Prime

IDW = The IDW community comics

ROTB = Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

[tylerdurden49]

Conor McGregor: The Rise, The Fame, and The Legacy

Conor McGregor, a name that resonates with both hardcore fight fans and casual observers alike, has left an indelible mark on the world of mixed martial arts (MMA) and combat sports in general. From his meteoric rise to stardom to his larger-than-life personality, McGregor's journey is a story of ambition, determination, controversy, and undeniable skill. In this blog post, we'll delve into the various aspects of Conor McGregor's life and career that have made him a captivating figure in the world of sports.

The Early Years and MMA Debut: Conor McGregor was born on July 14, 1988, in Dublin, Ireland. His early interest in sports, particularly soccer, played a role in shaping his athleticism. However, it was his introduction to MMA that truly ignited his passion. McGregor made his professional MMA debut in 2008 and quickly established himself as a force to be reckoned with on the European circuit.

The Notorious Ascent: McGregor's charisma and bold predictions captured the attention of fans and media. His entrance to the UFC in 2013 marked the beginning of a new era. He soon became the first fighter in the promotion's history to hold titles in two weight classes simultaneously: featherweight and lightweight. His stunning knockout victories and ability to back up his words with actions earned him the nickname "The Notorious."

The Mindset and Training: McGregor's success isn't just a result of natural talent; it's a testament to his unwavering self-belief and dedicated training regimen. He famously visualizes his victories before they happen and is known for his meticulous preparation. His training methods, which include a mix of traditional martial arts, boxing, and movement training, have contributed to his unique fighting style.

The Mayweather Crossover: McGregor's ambition extended beyond the MMA world when he challenged the undefeated boxing legend Floyd Mayweather Jr. in 2017. While the bout itself was a spectacle, McGregor's courage to step into the boxing ring with one of the greatest fighters of all time showcased his audacity and willingness to take risks.

Controversies and Comebacks: McGregor's brash persona and trash-talking have led to both admiration and criticism. Outside the cage, he's been involved in various controversies, including altercations with other fighters and legal issues. Despite setbacks, he has repeatedly bounced back, displaying resilience and determination in the face of adversity.

Impact on MMA and Popular Culture: McGregor's influence extends beyond the octagon. He played a pivotal role in bringing MMA to the mainstream, attracting new fans and elevating the sport's global profile. His business ventures, including the Proper No. Twelve whiskey brand, showcase his entrepreneurial spirit.

The Legacy and Future: McGregor's legacy continues to evolve. His impact on MMA is undeniable, and his fights remain some of the most-watched in history. While he has faced challenges and experienced mixed results in recent years, his contributions to the sport and his ability to generate excitement are likely to ensure his lasting legacy.

[vampswritings]

Giles could spend the rest of his life cross-referencing sounds Jenny could make. He’d categorise them by intensity, sweetness, and ignitability. His viper woman, his knockout darling.

(or Giles really values his time between Jenny's thighs)

[searchingforatrail]

Work Summary:  Of all the Cybertronians Megatron needed to make amends with, he didn’t expect Starscream to be the most difficult.

[original ao3 | twitter]

The home was less robust than Megatron would have expected of Starscream. He’d expected an extravagant abode, coupled with loud colors and maybe obnoxious music blaring from the windows to accompany it. Not this dull, silver bunker-like abode on the outskirts of the city.  

But then again, Megatron didn’t know who Starscream actually was.

Past the stiletto heeled, arrogant second in command, Megatron was not privy to the personal details of who Starscream was. Years ago, perhaps, during the beginning of the war, he had access to the young Seeker who could take the world by storm. To his joy, his ambition, and maybe even his love.

But his insatiable anger burned that love to ashes.

He remembered the first time he’d struck Starscream across the face. It had been over a slight so miniscule. So pathetic. And yet, for Megatron, it had been enough to ruin what little happiness they had together.  Millions of years had passed since then, and yet the sensation of warm metal against the back of his hand stung as if it were yesterday. And the utter shame and horror that had festered within his spark re-ignited full force as he stood before Starscream’s door.

Megatron knocked gently. If this was the first time Starscream was to see him after years, then he wanted to begin again with some semblance of peace. Banging on the door like the former leader of the Decepticon army would not do.

The door was thin, and he could hear shuffling and the tell-tale sign of Starscream's heels tapping against the metal. Megatron stepped back as the door unlocked from the inside, holding his breath as it hissed open quite quickly, revealing an expectant looking Starscream. And Primus, that knocked the air out of Megatron.

Aside from the shorter heels, and the different color paint (were the edges of his wings purple now?), he looked exactly the same. Too familiar. As if they had been on the Nemesis not days ago.

“It’s here Knockout! I told you it would be delivered–”

In the past, the skill at which Starscream could switch his emotions within a millisecond would send a gleeful chill down Megatron’s spine. To be able to elicit such fear from such a pompous creature elated him.

But now, he just felt sad.

Visible dread overcame Starscream in that very moment, and the delight he carried about him mere seconds ago was gone. His eyes, still red as rubies, widened, and his jaw dropped as he locked eyes with his former leader.

“Is it here? I thought you said–oh Primus.” And to Megatron’s surprise, Knockout peeked from behind Starscream, pausing up immediately when he recognized who was at the door. Though the fear was not the same. In fact, there was little fear at all.

He collected himself.

“Megatron, I hadn’t expected to see you here of all places.” In a swift motion, Knockout had maneuvered Starscream behind him, “we typically meet in the office.”

Surprising more was the fact that Knockout not only moved Starscream, but that Starscream let him, seeming to cower behind him. Their dynamic had always been intriguing to Megatron, namely due to the fact that he could never tell if they hated one another or appreciated the other’s company. Today though, it was clear that their dynamic had changed. Or maybe it was always like this, and Megatron had been too oblivious to notice.

“Hello Doctor, it’s nice to see you. However, it is Starscream that I wish to speak to,”  Megatron looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with his second-in-command. His terrified second-in-command.

If he were as arrogant and possessive as he used to be, he would have marched his way in and demanded an audience with Starscream, regardless of how anyone felt. He would have blown Knockout to bits for refusing to allow him entrance into the home.

But the fear in Starscream’s frame caused nothing but deep shame in Megatron. He was so scared.

Megatron’s servo rested on the doorframe, loosely gripping the edge. With an ex-vent, the old mech closed his eyes. This time would be different. He would be different. Even if it meant he didn’t get what he wanted.

“I apologize. This wasn’t a good idea.” Megatron began, pushing away from the door, “I want to apologize for…everything. If you ever want to talk to me, I’ll share my coordinates and com channel with Knockout and he can give it to you. But just know, of the many years we spent together, you did nothing wrong.”

The door hissed closed just as Megatron transformed into his alt-mode. He ascended into the air within minutes, high above the clouds and over the city.

Chapter Two: 

It was criminal how much clerical work the newly rebuilt Cybertron had required of Megatron. Well to be honest, the work was Optimus’s job. But according to Optimus, Megatron was the writer and the poet, thus dedicating his free time to the endless data pads and menial tasks that Cybertron demanded of him would acclimate him to his old self.

The truth was that Optimus was remiss to return to anything remotely resembling a data pad. Eons as an Iacon data clerk did that to a bot.

And the even deeper truth was that Megatron did not mind the ridiculous amount of seemingly lowly tasks that were thrust onto him. It had been exactly a deca cycle since he’d visited Starscream, and since then his life had gotten significantly worse.

Not outwardly. The new ruler of the Decepticon cause looked just as pristine as the day he’d begun speaking in the Pits of Kaon. He had conduced business as usual, ensuring the Decepticons were peacefully integrating into society.

Inwardly, he was a wreck.

The sheer fear that Starscream had exhibited during Megatron’s impromptu and ill timed visit had remained uncomfortably vivid in his processor since the day he flew away. That, followed by the complete silence from both Knockout and Starscream had only added fuel to the fire.

Since he’d ended the war, he had dedicated a considerable amount of time separating himself from who he used to be. Battling the evil that had become him with a ferocity not seen since his days in the pits, tearing the immoral piece of him out of his spark. And it was a fight. A very long one. One that he’d gotten to a comfortable place with. A neutral standstill.

And then he decided to visit Starscream.

As far as guilt and shame went, he was back to square one.

So yes, anything to keep him out of the public eye was welcome. Anything to prevent him from being the imposter he felt he was, preaching of peace and reconciliation when his former SIC looked at him like that. He didn’t have the right.

“Do you have room to read and sign another hundred pages of policy and data?” Megatron jolted, red eyes locking with Optimus’s blue ones. He hadn’t even realized he’d come into his office. Primus, he was losing his senses.

“You look unwell.” Optimus observed, a twinge of pity in his voice. Megatron didn’t even care.

“I’m fine.” He muttered, “Just…tired.”

Optimus shifted in place, his body relaxing as he walked into the room and placed the data pad beside Megatron.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Optimus angled himself plopped down on Megatron’s desk, the metal groaning just slightly. Megatron raised a brow, and Optimus shrugged. Even now with eons of war between them, it was difficult for him to unsee the small, timid data clerk that had practically lived in his footsteps.

“Please don’t break my desk,” Megatron huffed, “And why are you sitting? Don’t you have work to do too?”

“When it concerns you and Starscream, I’ll choose to sit all the time.” Megatron dragged his servos down his helm, tired optics glaring at Optimus.

“Have you always been so straight to the point?” He snapped.

“No, old friend.” Optimus smiled sadly, “I just know you very well.”

Megatron ex-vented, the anger deflating with the hot air that left his body. He was so tired.

“Then you know I made a fool of myself.” “No, I know you tried to make amends.”

“I was sincere and apologetic, and he was still afraid of me.” Megatron looked away from Optimus, as if his goodness would burn him,  “It was a painful reminder that who I was is never far. I came to him as humble as I could manage and it still wasn’t enough.” “Do you recall when we were still on opposite sides of conflict, you would reject all offerings of peace and neutrality I offered you, no matter how kind?” Heavily, Megatron nodded. He looked away, eyes shut. Only Optimus’s gentle servos on the side of his helm, turning his gaze back towards him, caused him to open his optics. “It doesn’t matter the way you say it, Megatron. People will come back on their own time, but that does not mean they will never return.  Did he tell you as such?”

“No” He stuttered. “Was he angry at you?”

“...No?”

“Then you still have a chance. You simply need to give it time. He knows you have extended the offer, and will come to you when he feels that he can .” Optimus advised, pushing from the desk, his hand leaving Megatron’s helm as he did so, “besides, it’s not like Starscream to stay away from you for long.”

Megatron released a vent he wasn’t aware he’d been holding, gently touching his face. He tried to take comfort in the fact that Optimus had extended his grace to him, but Optimus was naive. Willing to forgive everyone and anyone.  

And he couldn’t tell if Optimus’s latter observation was to be taken seriously. Regardless, it bothered Megatron. What part of Starscream might come to him for a genuine reconciliation, and how much would come to him because that’s what the ex-Seeker was used to? To groveling back at his Master’s feet, begging for forgiveness and a need to patch up the relationship to keep things from turning violent.

He schooled his expression immediately, fearful of Optimus picking up on his further discomfort. There was no use in potentially upsetting him. With Optimus in particular, he despised the pity. Despised his need to make things better, especially for Megatron. Optimus had spent too much of his time after the war doing that already.

“Thank you, Optimus. The advice you’ve given me has been…invaluable, as always.” exhausted, Megatron uttered, “I appreciate it.”

Despite initially arriving with a bundle of data intended for Megatron to read over and sign, Optimus opted to look over them himself in his spare time. In addition to that, he took those that Megatron hadn’t started yet, promptly alleviating the old mech’s workload. Thus, giving him more time to think about his dilemma.

For Megatron, that translated to downing the highest grade of energon that he had locked away in his cabinets, and falling into recharge the moment he couldn’t stand or see straight anymore. At least after work. And maybe he’d be too hungover to come into work tomorrow or think about Starscream.

____

With the thought of a drunken night alone planted firmly in his processor, Megatron found it easier to move through his task at a comfortable pace. And before he knew it, he’d stopped himself just as the darkness began to creep into his office.

He stood and gathered his belongings, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to leave. He could already taste the energon on his tongue.

“I hope I’m not too late. I was planning on catching you before you left.”

Megatron jolted, body tense and eyes alert. He hadn’t even realized he had a visitor, let alone a mech who’d managed to sneak his way into his office this late in the evening. The shadows had long since claimed his office, and the dull lights that blinked from the city below ran up the walls in his office.

They caught the pristine silver of the offending mech, and Megatron drew his gaze up towards the all too familiar face.

“Starscream?” He managed dryly, his articulator choked.

“As the human’s say, ‘in the flesh’.”  His voice was absent of it’s familiar bravado, rather a familiar exhaustion seemed to tint the familiar arrogance. In the darkness, Megatron could make out the sheer weariness that he wore about him. Even his wings hung low to his side, and Megatron wondered when the last time he’d taken flight had been.

Megantron fixated on him, ruby eyes locked with the seeker’s own crimson ones. They seemed to study one another. It brought Megatron back to when they’d first met. When the careful, collected Seeker had weighed his decision to remain the leader of Vos, or trade his airforce for power. This time, though, Megatron did his best to look small.

Slowly, he sank into his seat, halting suddenly when Starscream raised his hand.

“No need, this won’t take long.” The words must have left Starscream's mouth before he realized their impact, as a twinge of regret crossed his features as Megatron halted.

“Of course, I apologize. I shouldn't have presumed."  Megatron stood again, leaning his weight on the desk.

"Primus, that's not what I meant." He groaned, wings twitching in agitation, "I just meant I don't want to draw this out. But if you need to sit, by all means sit."

Megatron hesitated, and descended slowly. Part of him wondered if Starscream was playing these games intentionally. Psychological warfare was his strong suit, after all. Megatron had learned to watch his back because of it.

There was a very uncomfortable silence that hung stale between them. Megatron was reluctant to make the first move. Their entire relationship revolved around such a familiar dynamic, and he was unwilling to start anew with the same pattern.

"Knockout gave me the address to your office. It took some convincing," Starscream took a hint and spoke first, slowly approaching his former Lord's desk, "I promised him there would be no firefighting."

"I haven't the strength to fight if I wanted to, Starscream. And I don't." Megatron answered, "I just wanted to apologize."

He figured now was the right time. Starscream looked uncomfortable, as if the mere act of speaking tugged on the wires and cables stringing him together. And when Starscream stood still in his melancholy, mouth slightly agape and optic ridges strung up together, he continued.

"There are no excuses. I was angry at the world and at my failing regime. I took it out on the closest thing to me at the moment, and that happened to be you.” He unleashed the well practiced speech, no less sincere than the day he’d written it. He paused, not sure what to expect of Starscream. Anger, rage, disgust, was a familiar territory. And he braced himself when he caught the Seeker’s gaze again.

Yet to his surprise, it was void of the usual emotions.

“At the moment?” Starscream’s voice was small, though a strange thread of hope clinged on to it, eager to make itself heard, “and now?”

“I would never attempt to make you something you do not want to be.” Megatron answered, “Not anymore.”

Starscream closed his optics and ex-vented. Megatron watched on, recalling the many moments of calmness and clarity, before the Seeker surrendered himself to the clouds.  

“There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought of you, you know. From the ending of the war to the rebuilding of Cybertron, of Vos. I’ve hated you and loved you, and missed you all at the same time.” The Seeker looked away, gaze dropping on his hands that had now found themselves on Megatron’s desk, “and now you’re here, and you’ve changed. I must admit I was absolutely horrified when you visited, but that’s because I didn't expect this. I thought maybe this was a joke, and the moment I walked into your office, you’d grab me by my wing and hurl me out of the window. But you are different, I can see it.”

And then Starscream’s servos found themselves encasing Megatron’s. The old war lord held his breath.

“The feelings I had for you haven’t gone anywhere, Megatron. But I will only forgive you, under one condition.”

“Yes?” He asked, desperately. Eyes wide, drinking in the touch he’d forced himself to live without.

“If you forgive me too.”

Megatron almost pulled away, only stopping when Starscream held him in place.

“I tried to kill you. More than once. My motivation for being with you was power, power you were well aware I wanted. You let a snake into your midst, and I would have killed you if I could. Before you raised a hand on me. I didn’t deserve what you put me through, but you didn’t deserve the second-in-command that I was to you,” Starscream shrugged, “If we’re going to start over, then I want it to be on a clean slate for us both. You aren’t the only one who has to make apologies. We are–were not good people–but we are trying to be now. No use in pretending otherwise.”

Megatron hesitated. He would never believe Starscream had anything to apologize for. No matter how he rationalized it, Megatron put his hands on Starscream first. No amount of psychological reasoning would undo that. But Starscream didn’t think that, and part of whatever this was, was to listen to Starscream.

“I forgive you.”  He muttered, interlacing his grip into Starscream’s.

“And I forgive you,” he smiled, “and I love you, if you’ll still have me.”

Megatron felt like jumping for joy. Felt his spark thudding within his being. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to answer.

“I guess this makes us more than friends,” Starscream chuckled, lifting Megatron’s servos to his helm. He didn’t exactly kiss him. Just let Megatron’s heavy hands rest against his dermas, savoring him as if he’d lose him again.

“I missed you, Megatron.” He breathed, “let’s not leave each other. Not again.”

“Let’s not hurt each other,” Now, Megatron rose, leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on Starscream’s forehead, “not again.”

Starscream melted.

They stayed like that for some time, only settling down when Megatron adjusted himself in his seat, complaining about his age. Starscream rounded the desk, hesitating before he pulled a chair beside Megatron as opposed to jumping straight into his lap which he’d been eyeing for some time.

It didn’t last long though, as Megatron swept him up in one swift motion.

“I thought you said your age was showing. I feel like breaking your hips because we both want me to be in your lap goes against the “let’s not hurt each other” rule.” Starscream joked, though he adjusted himself comfortably.

“I suppose that means you’re against going out for drinks,” he chuckled, deeply.

“Only if you promise to indulge in the type of high grade that will have you still somewhat in control of your senses.” Starscream replied, with a smirk, “besides, I do want to have my way with you later on tonight.” “Why don’t we skip drinks and get to it then. I have a flat not too far from the city, or you could take me to your place.”

It didn’t take long for them to leave. Years of separation mended with two simple apologies, and the space between them closed within moments. Neither let go as they walked outside of the office and into the bright nightlife of  Iacon.

[wrestlingclubelite]

Jordynne Grace's Impact Wrestling Return Ignites Excitement

Concerns over Jordynne Grace’s future in Impact Wrestling first surfaced just before the summer season. When rumors started to circulate that Grace’s contract with Impact had ended, the former Knockouts Champion declared that she would be taking a break to concentrate on other projects. Grace had been absent from the promotion for months when Impact revealed she would be making a long-term…

[cyarsk52-20]

10 Best Albums From 1992

Michael GallucciPublished: March 24, 2013

Nineteen-ninety-two was a transitional year for alternative rock. Just a few months before, Nirvana changed everything with 'Nevermind,' igniting a modern-rock explosion that would soon take over the mainstream. The big record companies began scooping up anyone who looked like they knew how to play guitar, and underground bands started surfacing for the first time. Our list of the 10 Best Albums From 1992 reflects this wind of change.

10'Dirty'Sonic YouthProducer Butch Vig, fresh from working on Nirvana's 'Nevermind,' tightened the noise rockers' chaotic squalls while also beefing up their bottom end on 'Dirty.' The result is Sonic Youth's most commercial-sounding record, a song-centered set that doesn't sacrifice too much of the band's usual guitar heroics.

9'Bone Machine'Tom WaitsIn a way, 'Bone Machine' is the most Tom Waits-like album Tom Waits has ever made. It's dark, weird, bluesy, heavy on percussion and self-conscious enough to realize what it's doing. It's not as strong as some of his other '90s albums, but this is the one you want to play for people who aren't familiar with Waits. 'Bone Machine' sealed the deal by winning a Grammy for Best Alternative Album.

8'Dry'PJ HarveyPJ Harvey's debut album wasted no time making its point. From the opening 'Oh My Lover' to the redemptive final track 'Water,' 'Dry' is soaked in sex -- primal, passionate and occasionally violent. The follow-up LP 'Rid of Me' leaves more scars, but this brutally rough first record from PJ Harvey, then a trio, hits hard.

7'Check Your Head'Beastie BoysThe Beasties revealed their punk roots on their third album, mixing hip-hop flash with '70s cool-groove instrumentals and mile-a-minute hardcore cuts. It's a knockout combo they'd use throughout the decade. 'Check Your Head' is a wild ride, throwing down whiplash beats one second, spitting punk rhymes the next. Hold on.

6'Copper Blue'SugarAfter Hüsker Dü broke up, Bob Mould released a couple of solo records -- one good, one not-so-good. He then formed a new trio and built their sound around melodies that approached pop at times. Sugar's debut album features Mould's best songs since Hüsker Dü's peak in the mid '80s. The band wouldn't last long, but this glorious first shot was a welcome return to greatness.

5'Hollywood Town Hall'The JayhawksThis alt-country group released a pair of albums before they refined their sound a bit for their breakthrough LP. There's plenty of heart, and soul, in these songs, penned by Mark Olson and Gary Louris, a great singing and songwriting team that had one more album in them together before the inevitable split. 'Hollywood Town Hall' is their masterpiece.

4'Your Arsenal'MorrisseyAfter the previous year's dismal 'Kill Uncle,' Morrissey kicked back hard on his third album, a typically mean-spirited record that includes his best songs since the Smiths. 'Tomorrow' was the hit, but songs like 'We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful' and 'You're the One for Me, Fatty' display Morrissey at his most caustic. It's still his best solo album.

3'Rage Against the Machine'Rage Against the MachineWhen Rage Against the Machine's self-titled debut album came out at the end of 1992, there weren't too many records that sounded like it. Bits and pieces of its political punk fury could be found elsewhere -- from the strident rap-rock to the socialist sloganeering. But no other band had Tom Morello, an electrifying guitarist capable of making his instrument sing like a pair of turntables and then some. The album sounds even better today.

2'Automatic for the People'R.E.M.R.E.M. got reflective on their eighth album, sinking into deep issues like loneliness and mortality. It's a melancholic, and mostly insular, listen, filled with acoustic strums and mournful melodies. It's also their last great album. In the end, it emerges as hopeful, a sign of light, and life, in the vast, endless universe.

1'Slanted and Enchanted'PavementWhile almost every other alt-rock band sharpened and focused their music in 1992, Pavement turned in the opposite direction with their debut album, making a glorious and disjointed mess out of the sounds and chaos they wrangled in the studio. 'Slanted and Enchanted' turned its fractured art-rock into a conceptual project of endurance and faith. Modern rock had its sights set on the Top 40 in 1992; Pavement rejected radio altogether and in the process influenced a whole generation of free-thinking artists.

What's Your Favorite Album From 1992?

Did we overlook one of your favorite albums from 1992 in our Top 10 list?  Let us know what you think we should have included in the comments section below.

Sent from my iPhone

[blankdblank]

The White Dove Pt 36 - Lizards and Letters

Had the thought to edit the next chapter and maybe post it early, if you're eager for more and don't want to wait a week for it let me know and I'll get it up sooner. :)

… Masterlist …

@jesevans @theincaprincess @lilith15000 @devilishminx328​ @jiminapickle​

***

“Now let’s lock you in place,” you muttered to the first partial scale to meet up with the broken remnant on the lowest left corner of the bite. Hooks on the back would latch onto the supporting beam you added. Into the slot the hooks eased and around the top of the scale you used a rubber mallet to bump it lower to not be able to wiggle free. Flush against the damaged half with a gentle whine of metal on metal to get it there it came to rest like the other twelve broken scales.

To the addition of your welder’s visor you heard the latest on the radio of a passing car, so called ‘Hero Registry’ was to be voted on as this in the latest act of the Avengers had damaged the city and endangered lives. Having only compounded the damage the green menace had committed, proven by the five other sightings where he did little to no damage at all besides using some knockout gas. Vigilante’s however were not up for discussion as of yet as compared to the Avengers targeted smaller scale criminals and kept to lesser populated areas to not bring innocents into the mix while promptly showing them out of the area once found upon their path.

“Unmitigated disaster,” you thought to yourself in the ignition of the torch. To seal the seam within the scales added, and then around the edges of them you hoped to ensure the seams were water tight. Bottom to top you welded the broken scales then in the lowest level you took the flat beam with raised grooves on it. To hold it one handed and weld it across the entire gap by means of a rolling stool that allowed you to remain level in the process.

Scans of the rest of the outer wall showed how the scaled met the flat panels across the very base, and like a shiny new penny with just that added you couldn’t help but smile at how it looked as far as restoration ease would come after this. Scale number one was lifted as the torch was set down on the ground to be the first scale to rest beside the one you just welded to lock into place.

One layer was done before you knew it, and then you lifted off the seat to stand and leap up to pull yourself onto the deck so you could wiggle down the side of the mast to get into the lower level. Bee behind you the path to the gap was traced to watch you with a pocket flashlight you brought to inspect the backside of that row of scales. “Not that bad,” you muttered in a slide on your side to look at the next section over to see little spots to weld.

Back up to the mast slot you pulled yourself back onto the deck to cross it and get back to the chair. Off that you stepped to grab the visor and torch to seal around the seams, which would lead to another trip inside to double check the seams and back out again to start on the next row up. Slightly more to the left to fill in a gap of a scale torn free you began and bit the inside of your lip at the same whine of metal on metal to fit the base within the row you had just finished.

Through the space between two beams Eddie’s head came into view with Venom poking out from beside his face, “Red and Blue has a youtube page now. Calling himself Spiderman. Stopped an suv from hitting a bus and caught a pick pocket.”

“Hmm,” you said making him chuckle as you eyed the next portion of the row you were on covering half of the bite hole. “Must be the one who followed Misique’s page.”

“Looks seamless here, Sis. Need some arms for the next few rows?”

“That would help, ya, could get the gap done by supper.”

.

 “Now that’s a hell of a costume.” The words turned the owl themed statuesque figure with a mask and cape that hung dramatically around their intricate feather accentuated layers that came into view a moment in their turn to see you hop off a light pole from the roof you were in wait on. Two days ago you had heard from Luke Cage about this odd owl guy your Seal guy was spouting off about but hadn’t seen what they were up to aside from hovering around the proximity of a smaller branch of a bank. “Normally people just phone it in, I really don’t even know how you want to fight in that, the hours it must have taken.” Compliments one after another had the newly named Spiderman curiously perched in his place he’d been hiding having spotted Misique back in town to see what you were up to.

Almost an hour later talks moved to a park nearby. After a stop at a food stand, the evidently far from willing to harm people new ominous figure going by WhoMan sat with you just spilling all their desires to make it in the plushie business that their father who ran that small bank said would make them a failure in his eyes. “Then make plushies.” You said and they scoffed, “What do you want to make plushies of?”

And they grew quiet a few moments then on their unseen smart watch when they folded their sleeve back pulled up images of small made plushies of bees and various colored versions of Venom with various hats making you smile. “Those are adorable.”

“I cannot survive on dreams alone.”

“I have 700k followers on my youtube page,” you said making them look to you from their mournful look at the images. “You make a supply and a page on etsy and I’ll make a small ad in one of my videos and add a link. I have a friend with near a million followers on instagram and I’ll have them link it too with some pictures.”

“You would do that?” They asked in shock making Spiderman hiding in a tree inch up a bit more in shock at what you were up to.

“Do you know how many stress hulk toys they have for sale in gas stations? Or even Hawkeye Nerf archery toys? I can talk to the other Vigilantes and see if they’ll be up to giving you more muses. If anything you can use the costume as a marketing ploy if you make the page owl themed. Might have to dig out a series of contracts to settle image percentages but they should agree.”

“Thank you,” they said in shock and an email was traded to further talks as the pair of you split up. Alone along a back path through the park you strolled saying to one of the trees you passed, “Good to see you are keeping off the western alleys tonight, Spiderman.”

Anxiously out of the tree he dropped and looked around to hurry to your side asking, “You um, why’d you do that? I mean, I didn’t expect you to just talk to the person.”

“They haven’t hurt anyone. Luke Cage said they merely prowled around that bank weirding him and his family out. I hurt people who hurt people. Not a danger to dream about making plushies. Having daddy issues doesn’t mean you have earned a death sentence.”

He nodded and asked, “Up to anything cool tonight I can help with?”

“Heard some of Kingpin’s thugs are troubling people on the bridges again.”

“That sounds awesome!” he whispered to himself and readied as you did to rush to meet the bus you’d both ride on top of the roof to get to the other side of town where Venom descended to help out his baby sister and a fellow web slinger. One that gave vague flash backs to when you had first showed up, this was another kid out on the prowl with powers to prove useful, though this time with less of a sordid back story.

An alarm afterwards had the teen bouncing on his toes for the call of a clown crew who had been bothering people since a seedy circus had been rolling through town far out of season to be up to any good.

.

 “Pluto! There you are! I’m so thrilled you could make it!” Dr Connors paused a moment asking, “I didn’t wake you too early?”

“Oh I was up, some shelves were misbehaving at the candle shop and apparently I am the only one capable of engineering a new set of shelves,” you answered with a grin reaching up to fix your lopsided ponytail following his waving arm to usher you in deeper through his lab.

Cellular regeneration. Amongst many uses would include enhanced healing and even the coveted gem of regrowing limbs. Something you knew the one armed man to covet the dream of achieving one day to have his second hand back. For all his excitement and vigor in launching this new compound into study within the notes you could see there were major flaws in just the simple skim of a few seconds he allowed you in hasty flips of pages.

No account to which gene being triggered or how the lizard DNA would bond to it. There was no symbiosis involved, merely genetic level mutation. Something new entirely. While your parents’ work centered on waking what the human code already had this would kick start it by allowing a predatory gene pool into a new host body surely doomed to only lure on a new take on Frankenstein’s Monster.

But he was happy, and plotting to keep Norman Osborn happy in his latest ever growing urge for more genetic adaptations to have available within the labs. Ones he could try on himself if he dared like he’d dosed himself three times with the Goblin serum to heal from wounds Clint had given him on his stealthier to the public requested shadow of the green menace they wondered why Misique was allowing him to remain loose.

Talk of injury was a possibility that had her out of commission after their first encounter, though sight of the newly named to the public Spiderman The Lizard was evidently her goal. More than one person had encountered this new giant amphibian who seemed enraged in the mere presence of humans. And with the big turkey day parade everyone was eager to have the menace under wraps to enjoy the day of celebration.

.

“Okay we got two hours before I’m supposed to be in bed to get four hours before the parade,” you said. Hanging onto the back of Venom’s neck while he swung building to building to follow the latest trace of the giant now apparently bent by the notes you had found on spreading this cure to the human overpopulation problem within this bustling city.

Wrapped in broken webbing the very public tussle in a car locked intersection ended with you dragging The Lizard back down into the manhole he had burst from to escape from you. Screams and muffled body slams into walls and streams of flowing liquid below had bodies climb out of their cars to lose all sense of reason or time to see who would win this battle of wills. “Okay, I got the stuff you wanted!” Spiderman said trotting up to the manhole he leapt right into and was heard exclaiming, “Hey!” a body slamming into stone had people flinch then smirk in wonder at his shouting, “Not cool man!”

“I have his torso, Sister!” Venom was heard exclaiming to roars and loud struggles of the fight below had the cops on guard around the intersection holding bodies back until a sudden flash of glittering yellow glowed out through the manhole and sewer openings nearby then one last loud roar cut short had silence overtake the crowd to a moment of worry.

“What do we do?” Spiderman was heard whispering far too loudly then sloppily out of the manhole The Lizard rose shoulders first stirring gasps from the crowd until at once his body flung up to collapse heavily onto the road exposing his broken neck and jaw. Both that rolled and bent in unsettling ways as Spiderman finished climbing up out the manhole to hoist the body up he hurried to carry over to the side of a cop car.

Face to face with Captain Stacy he cleared his throat to say deeper than his natural voice went, “SHIELD’s gonna want that. Um, Misique’s tired. Goodbye.” Then sprung to gather up the webbing that still blocked off the intersection. Just so he could scurry back down the manhole webbing the lid shut behind him.

Over his shoulders Venom had both your groggy self and unconscious Dr Connors, now shirtless who you used a formerly used once power of dissecting genetic codes in a mixed breed of flower to split his original self and the lizard code overtaking his mind and body. Spidey had to go home, and at Eddie’s place Dr Connors woke up on the couch and promptly shot up. “Hey hey, careful there buddy. Had to stick a monitor on you, kept doing this weird twitch on us.” Eddie said hurrying from the kitchen with a warm mug of water and a teabag he’d not yet unwrapped. “Got you some tea, take it easy.”

“I’m, not a fan of the Buccaneers…” the scientist said now in notice of his loaned shirt he had on to go with the matching sweatpants in a look over himself. Up around the warm cup his hand rose to claim it. “Thank you, where am I?”

“My place. Misique dropped you here. We didn’t know where you left your stuff and the lab has security out the wazoo this time of year, couldn’t just hoist you up and drag you there to look for keys and an ID so we’d know where to take you.”

“Why am I here?” he asked, still a bit confused on how he spaced from being in his lab feeling a transformation coming on as he readied to try his latest way to entrap his other self to not escape.

“Well, not sure if you realize it, but you’ve been growing a tail past couple weeks or so, at least as far as headlines go, could be longer for all we know. I mean, it’s an impressive tail don’t get me wrong. But um, you’ve been trying to eat people, and well your other half, the um, one with the tail tried to set off a gene bomb, to, well, turn everyone in New York into lizards too.” Deeply Dr Connors let out a breath and Eddie nodded patting his hand atop the shoulder of his amputated arm. “I know. Have to say though, it was a hell of a bomb plan, Pluto looked it over, really incredible stuff, we, would suggest burning the notes before Norman his hands on it, but they’re really good even if the other guy came up with it for evil and all that.”

“Pluto,” Dr Connors muttered then looked around taking in a sharp breath, “I didn’t hurt her, did I?”

“Oh no,” Eddie said pointing out the mess of covers atop his round lounge across from the couch Venom stretched the scientist across. “Has to leave for the parade in two hours. I couldn’t sleep, promised to watch you.”

Dr Connors nodded and stole a glance at the wrinkled sleeve hanging off the end of his amputated arm stump to let out a sigh. “Back to the drawing board.”

Eddie chuckled and he looked up to see your brother shake his head, “Oh, you really, don’t get it.” And he reached out to the end of the loose sleeve to ease it up his arm parting the man’s lips seeing his arm a few inches longer nearly to the elbow.

“How…?” he asked frailly.

“Well, Misique was able to split your genetic codes, only well, she sort of tripped your regeneration button thing on the way out. Pluto really can explain it better than I can. But, the monitor is on your temple there,” he said tapping the headband the scientist now felt acutely aware of at a notice of the wire dangling from it. “Pluto put on a blocker for your pain receptors,” dropping the man’s jaw causing Eddie to wave a hand. “Just sticks on, non invasive. Threw out my back once and it works wonders, trust me. Thing is the regeneration is painful, and it’s gonna take some time so we have a friend who is gonna house you in Spain and you can wait out the arm growth there.”

“But, my research. How am I going to explain this?”

Eddie’s head ticked to the side, “You got a team for watching your spiders, and well you can always say Misique burned your notes or messed with your formula is a deviously secretive way, or something. But, you’re um, gonna want to avoid getting hurt in the future.”

“Why?”

“Well you had a two inch deep gash on your thigh and it healed in ten minutes. You got super healing buddy, blessing and a curse. Plus no telling if you’ll age so SHIELD might want to have a chat down the line but um, again, you can always pin it on Misique. She’s pretty reliable like that.”

“Why did she do this?” Dr Connors whispered and his eyes dropped, “I, broke one of the most sacred of lines between science and creation, I played god. Why wouldn’t she leave me as a lizard to punish me?”

“Well because lizard you was edging towards evil. And she’s got a huge thing about more than necessary predators in a territory, huge on balance, would have had to introduce a new food source, or call for a hunting season. Then with how the military is they’d just blow up the city anyways and call it a day killing the people who didn’t grow a tail and possibly not harming the lizards, we really don’t know how resilient that guy could have been. But he’s dead now, and you’re you again, with a new limb that isn’t a tail.”

Eddie said smiling at the scientist who couldn’t help but chuckle and take a sip of the tea. “While Pluto’s at the parade I’ll drive you over to where you hid your stuff, your place to pack, then the airstrip and we got a nice list of excuses we drafted up if you need help with that. Bet you have tons of time off saved up and you just take all the time you need.” Eddie smiled again and all Dr Connors could do was relax, at least for a few moments until he had to wonder just how painful this change would be without the device and just how he might have reacted to have had you put the device on him in the first place to ease his suffering.

 *.*.*

“Okay, this is cool,” Peter muttered to himself. With an armful of stuff he had dug out the back of an electronic store dumpster of things to turn in for credit not the latest generation of tech. Cool stuff could be made out of each of them to continue his latest stream of income to fix and sell the things online.

On the cusp of December there was a surge of goods to dig out of the snow littered dumpsters. Over his bed the items were laid out only on the drift of his eyes to the far right he caught a glimpse at his mysterious backpack. Five times now he had thought he lost that by not knowing when trash day was where he would leave it only to return back to his room and find it inside his bedroom against the wall under the window he crawled in and out of. Still he had no clue on who was bringing it back as his aunt was clueless, having been searching for him at sight of it inside his open bedroom before, only causing him to fumble out a story making him feel worse at the spare lies he had to tell.

“Alberforth Mercury Hedgecrofterson,” Peter muttered to himself, reading the name off the bank mail he picked up from his new p.o box under that same name. Each time he read it only made it seem more ridiculous, although once he opened he envelope he pulled out a burner phone he had for this account as well to activate the card inside to have access to the account. Funds from new tech flipping job was meant to help raise his night life to a new level.

Five sets of his sweatpants and hoodies for his costume had to be made up for replacements due to tears or complete splits of the material that had him on the prowl for a new costume. Dog eared, a sheet within a notebook a website was saved, and an hour later after some work on his mostly completed project he posted a notice on that to his page for sale then typed up the new website for the material. Just like bobsledders the stretchy supposed resilient option to clothe himself with was ordered in red and blue with lengths to spare. Question of who could make his own costume at a skilled level to last longer had him order more in black and yellow to offer as payment to his hopeful tailor in this matter.

Sheepishly he did hand off the material when Misique had agreed amusingly to the task had by means of a body scan had accurate measurements and started to use the same bees to begin design ideas he helped to make up the costume he would anxiously await this upgrade to his image as a fellow masked vigilante.

 *.*.*

 “It’s a bit, pirate,” you said, trying on the jacket to your new costume.

That hung over the pants that hinted more towards chaps. The gifted sporting material laid over sections of your metal that strapped on down your legs up to a belt holster to sit over your usual heavily pocketed pants that would supply the pockets for the chaos that has hidden openings between metal panels to allow access to said pockets. The yellow and black material in alternating diagonal and horizontal strips would contort and shift your natural leg shape to something closer to a bee’s from the front and back to hopefully hide the weak points you could get shot and wounded at, as well as hopefully confusing the aim of people with only seconds to fire your way.

A simple turtle neck top in yellow and black layered with more holsters and pockets would be layered with a flat breastplate to connect to a plate for your back as well, both in what Vibranium panels you had the energy to make this week stitched between layers of your metal to triple enforce your torso at least. The black jacket with buttons you took a good while to choose the perfect design of bees to press into the silver your hive printed hugged your arms and flared out from the waist with a larger lapel that would hide a waterproof hood in case of rain on stakeouts.

Embroidered golden patterns of honeycomb helped to hide the openings for spare grappler chords and blades down the sleeves that felt a bit tight at first over your bee metal arm braces but loosened up to rotations of both limbs. The jacket would sit open, being stitched to a black vest that had more pockets and holsters and allow free range of hand motions to reach back and draw out the axes that rested over the back of your hips. “I’m a pirate in chaps.”

“I love it!” Eddie said and gave you a tight hug making you giggle. “And it’s so bright, tons of metal packed in, or at least a good fifty pounds of it. Much better than the double weighted old Kevlar.”

Venom oozed out to say, “This suits you better, Sister. Now none can compare to your style or stamina.”

“Just hope Peter won’t mind the improvements on his mask.”

“Boy was racing around in goggles, you improved his focus no doubt and he won’t have to stop if it fogs up on him like wither the clowns. Difference between scurrying away and being shot in the thigh.”

Again you turned to see all the angles of your new costume and sighed, “I can hear Stark and his puns now.”

“Oh he’s got no pun game over a swashbuckling bee,” he said making you smirk, “You could make one of those freeze and lightning guns you’ve been tweaking into a canon.”

“I could. Definitely could. No one would see the canon coming.”

“Especially if you make it really small and they’re all confused at you setting it down then running to hide before it just blasts a huge hole in something.” His chuckles blended with yours in the game of imagining new obscure weapons while you worried slightly at having the more figure flattering silhouette layers to have you less of a blocky body shape than your old armor.

Still sixteen you didn’t want the attention Black Widow got online when she was seen in her leather jumpsuit tactical gear. But at least for your comfort the jacket would cover your rear end and the chest plate would conceal the curve of your bust just leaving from the knee down to be ogled shamelessly by those who only cared to know the shape of flesh under your layered armor. The gloves however to your tries to improve the gap between fingers the new armored backs had a finger on each hand a bit stiff that would take more tweaking and have you don your old pair for the night delivery.

Loudly Spidey gasped, fully in his new suit, having changed inside one of the empty buses in the lot you had agreed to meet him in for the trade off. “You even improved the face mask.” Soft whirs barely audible to either of you showed expression in the eyes to shrink and grow disguising his natural eyes and help to filter light and air quality when needed.

“I can make a new one with goggles if you get nostalgic.”

And firmly he gave you a tight hug, “I love it! Thank you so much! So much better than I could have ever done!”

“Before I forget, belly pouch,” that had him gasp.

And exclaim, “I have a belly pouch?!” He asked easing his fingers into the hidden pouch accessible on both sides of his abdomen layered with some of the bee metal you shared you’d layered onto the abdomen, back and limbs. “Where else do I have pockets?!” The front of his hips had one each and down the thigh were two small pockets in a line going down to the shin with one on the inside and outside of his lower legs like the hidden pair on the inner and outer forearms that had him hug you again.

“I would never send you out without pockets.” You said and he pulled back again bouncing on his toes.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten! And I’m really jealous of your coat!” He said circling you making you giggle.

“Didn’t realize it was so piratey till I finished.”

“Pirates are awesome! Are you kidding?” He said stopping in front of you and bounced again, “Can we go try them out? Or make a video? Or do both? Can we do both?!”

And with a giggle you answered, “Alright, we can do both. Just have to get home soon, have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Absolutely!”

 *.*.*

“Arr you kidding me, Bee? Pirate?!” Tauntingly Stark had gone after your new suit on his social page before he went to a meeting in the morning, the latest of the continuing saga of terms to be founded for the Heroes of the Avengers to abide by on future missions.

After which he could only scoff in seeing your response to the taunt, “At least my abs aren’t etched on my armor.”

“Oh this is war,” he muttered heading to his gym, “You want abs, I’ll show you abs, Queenie.”

 *.*.*

 Across the counter as you whipped up a breakfast for you Chester read the open letter you got from Sweden. Mentally he shared the text that this was a notice that the research company your parents worked with and still were trying to recreate their work had petitioned to have you noted as emancipated in Sweden.

Normally this would not be done by a third party, but as the patents and files your parents left behind were sealed and solely belonging to you they were unable to help anyone. And since the blip the greatest cause of death in Scandinavia now was genetic disorders that gradually broke down various parts of the body, the main focus of your parents’ life work. In unlocking your status as a minor there they could in the least offer up payment to borrow the knowledge of the patents or notes left behind for a designated time to get the study back up and actually turning their wheels instead of stuck in the ditch.

Within the notice as you loaded up your plate you were told was a form you could return to the office this was sent from to inform a judge you did not wish to be involved within any emancipation case, as it most likely would require a trip back to Sweden to have it concluded in person. That was where you were stuck however. In delaying the process people could suffer and die. While in waiting as well you could have no access to prove you had completed the work your parents had dreamed of to reproduce the solution your father had created to test amongst others on your mother. Who showed marked improvement to daily function and no sign of Wilson’s disease in her blood before she died proving in time she could have regained most if not all of her lacking bodily functions the disease had imposed upon her.

You knew how to make more. And had even built a small portable machine to help adapt the process even quicker than standard machines available today in practically all genetic labs. Within the same day of arrival you could prove its worth and have a research group study to impose the compound upon donated tissues and genetic samples to prove it irradiates the diseases. A first step to eventual human trials to one day have direct treatment for anyone who can make it to the office it is supplied at once proper genetic standard of being was reached as far as vitals went to soften the blow of the whopper of a medicinal dose to said patients.

You would just have to go home. The last word echoed in your mind as you tried to picture the office you had been taken to a few times where they dropped by when your parents weren’t inside their home lab. Some reason every room you toured in your memory the walls shifted to be coated in paisley paper even though you knew it to be mainly green forest portraits on wallpaper. From Buster however you realized at his buzz he was sharing it was the paisley tie man being seen in the street corner in his usual morning stroll to work that had you hurry to finish getting ready as you were going to be late.

 .

“Hey!” off the ladder up to a rooftop you hopped onto the roof to find a money bag wielding individual in a striped shirt and corduroy pants turn. His body halfway morphing to sand readying to fight only to pause at the glint of gold in your palm and dangling from it off the chain linked to the locket he had dropped. In just a hat, jacket, t shirt and jeans with boots barely able to keep from sliding on the slick fresh slushy snow coating the roof you moved closer. “Dropped this.”

“You aren’t afraid of me?” he assumed to have just thought the words and not spoken them only to notice your smirk in the shift of the chunky braid laid across your chest gathering more loose snowflakes as they fell.

“She isn’t, why should I be?”

You asked and he let out a wry chuckle, “You’re that girl, the one who knows Venom.”

“That’s me,” you said as he timidly leaned in to let you secure the necklace around his neck so he wouldn’t drop it again. “You should take Helm to 35th.”

“You aren’t even going to ask?”

“About the money?” you asked and he nodded. “Alright, since I must, why?”

“I borrowed money, Penny, she was sick. Misique helped get her better. No more bills or, insurance hassles. Brand new marrow. But, I borrowed money before, I got locked up, they’re trying to take our home.”

“Well, anyone asks, I came up for the moonlight.” You said making him chuckle, “I am a Pagan after all. Wild about moonlight and just mad as a hatter.” With a giggle you turned to peer up at the moon granting him a signal to continue on his way, for your blind observance to the sound of sand pooling over the side of the buildings he crossed to get the distance.

This wasn’t the first one you had let off the hook who owed loan sharks from prior debts before your medical overhaul, and often you had taken to going from loan shark to loan shark to gain names of those who owed and amounts to help find means to pay off those debts. Often mints with pools of cash to be destroyed was an easy fix, and often they really didn’t care, when you got involved they were known to forgive those with reasoning like this man’s.

A bird overhead had you turn in its warning that a colorful male had come up behind you, the bird knowing by the red leather that was taken as a mating tactic to allure females by his bright colors here to face off with your navy blue jacket and hat clad self. “Daredevil, right?” you asked halting him in his try to chase after Sandman while Spiderman rounded up a group of petty car thieves who had distracted him not far away.

“Yes, are you hurt?”

“No,” you said moving closer, “Could I ask you a few questions?”

“Miss, I’m currently trying to apprehend a criminal.”

“Sandman, I know. But I think I might have a bigger fish that could require your skills than a man paying off a loan shark.”

“Loan-,” he sighed, “This is the fifth guy this week I’ve ran into on those damn sharks. Let me guess, medical bills?”

“Baby girl needed a transplant,” you said making him turn away a moment groaning to himself mid flex of fingers around his red cane he had been gripping to not drop. “Up for a walk?”

“Where we headed? And what sort of questions did you mean?”

“Well, my brother’s a reporter,”

“I don’t-,” he said falling silent at your hands resting on his arm above the elbow to guide him back to the ladder.

“Not about you, more a tap of a sort of mindset to help with a general feel for the city in a wider piece. All anonymous, mind you.”

“I’m listening.” He said actually growing more intrigued at the story the more you walked to where you found a warehouse with some real criminals in good use of a fear of a certain devil to be put in them since you were nowhere near to your place to change.

The sun set early these days as winter went on and right to the theater you went to change and be helped into costume making note of all that was said to hand over to Eddie afterwards when he would pick you up. Grateful as ever more notes to add to a bigger backsplash of a story would be pooled and savored by your big brother, who over a supper afterwards while he rubbed your sore feet and legs to help coax what he knew you were holding in since first receiving that letter the other day.

Tears were a given, flooding from years of fear for what might happen if you ever went back to Sweden or your hometown again. As if your return meant more people closest to you were doomed when you did. Even with a man eating Symbiote inside of him you were afraid of losing Eddie for what you truly felt to be a second murder of your causing. To be completely alone again to face the unknown chaos drawn to you, and surely with this letter more was on its way.

Pt 37

[pilidod]

PROPAGANDA FOR MY POTENTIAL NEXT CHOICES OF ASPECTS FOR PRISMATIC TITAN:

-Controlled Demolition: Two fragment slots like in Void to act as the alternative to Knockout; volatile on all ability damage instead of only Void. You could also have it with Knockout on but you would miss out on something like Consecration.

-Sol Invictus: I LOVE SUNSPOTS. I CAN BE TRUSTED WITH SOL INVICTUS CREATING SUNSPOTS ON ELEMENTAL DEBUFF-RELATED KILLS.

-Arc dishonorable mention: Dawg idfk they already have Knockout here which is best for the Prism Titan kit. We could also have Touch of Thunder but only one grenade would benefit from it. We NEEEED new arc aspects holy shit.

-Banner of War: 2-slot option. Yes it would be stupid as hell with Consecration. But it would also be a fun alternative to Knockout bc it actually provides team support, which I have always felt was important to the titan fantasy.

-Tectonic Harvest: Ignitions, Volatile Detonations, and shattering crystals/frozen enemies make stasis shards that grant frost armor. Also, REMOVE THE TEAM-WIDE COOLDOWN ON STASIS SHARD GENERATION WHY IS THAT A THING

[cosmics-beings]

little snippet of a bitter sweet knockout/breakdown story ft a sparkling and starscream as the godparent to be lol. i am trying to re-ignite my breakdown/knockout spark.

“I kept him in a safe place in my home here, just be with him. I wanted him to be with me….even if he wasn’t alive. But one day, he was just gone, as if someone stole him. I was worried, and I wanted to call you but it was midnight. I was distraught, and I searched for him for about a week and then…I found him on the outskirts of Cybertron. He had a spark, his body was completely healed and he was just sleeping like this…so I brought him back.”

Starscream clapped. “This is a good thing! I know you and your Conjunx had a terrible time on Nemesis - now is a time to rekindle when he wakes-”

“That's not all, Starscream.” Knockout frowned. “There’s something else I want to tell you. When I found him, his body was mostly intact - no Silas, no creepy pests except for one thing.” There was a change in the air, as if the room suddenly grew tight. Starscream didn’t know what to expect, so he gazed at Knockout in confusion. 

“He is Sparked.” He motioned toward him. “And it’s mine.” Starscream’s jaw dropped in confusion, then he looked at Knockout with a look of devastation then back at a sleeping Breakdown. “Did you..um…when he was–”

“NO!” It was one of the few times Knockout yelled, causing Starscream to jump. “I’m sorry it’s just…no…he’s been Sparked for a while, he just put the Sparkling into stasis…years ago. We interfaced on Nemesis once or twice before he was captured by Silas, and I think he knew before them he probably paused the Sparkling cycle so he could hide it from Silas and then, he just never told me.” He approached Breakdown, placing his hand on the sleeping Mech’s abdomen.  “If his body was revived completely, for some reason…then our Sparkling would be as well.”

Starscream stood, eye wide and gave a small little clap. “C…congrats!”

It should have been a moment for Congrats, but Knockout looked away, walking up to Breakdown’s face and caressing his cheek. “I failed him so many times.” He whispered, quietly. “The fact he couldn’t tell me his own Sire about our child. I terrified him into silence…I turned my back on him when we were on the Nemesis after Silas. Before then, we were also falling apart.”

Starscream frowned, and approached his friend, gently touching his shoulder. “Nemesis was hell for all of us.”

[supernovagifs]

NCIS Season Masterlists

Below are/will be masterlists for each episode.

Season 1

1x1 - Yankee White

1x2 - Hung Out to Dry

1x3 - Sea Dog

1x4 - The Immortals

1x5 - The Curse

1x6 - High Seas

1x7 - Sub Rosa

1x8 - Minimum Security

1x9 - Marine Down

1x10 - Left For Dead

1x11 - Eye Spy

1x12 - My Other Left Foot

1x13 - One Shot, One Kill

1x14 - The Good Samaritan

1x15 - Enigma

1x16 - Bete Noire

1x17 - The Truth Is Out There

1x18 - UnSEALeD

1x19 - Dead Man Talking

1x20 - Missing

1x21 - Split Decision

1x22 - A Weak Link

1x23 - Reveille

Season 2

2x1 - See No Evil

2x2 - The Good Wives Club

2x3 - Vanished

2x4 - Lt. Jane Doe

2x5 - The Bone Yard

2x6 - Terminal Leave

2x7 - Call of Silence

2x8 - Heart Break

2x9 - Forced Entry

2x10 - Chained

2x11 - Black Water

2x12 - Doppelganger

2x13 - The Meat Puzzle

2x14 - Witness

2x15 - Caught On Tape

2x16 - Pop Life

2x17 - An Eye for an Eye

2x18 - Bikini Wax

2x19 - Conspiracy Theory

2x20 - Red Cell

2x21 - Hometown Hero

2x22 - SWAK

2x23 - Twilight

Season 3

3x1 - Kill Ari (Part 1)

3x2 - Kill Ari (Part 2)

3x3 - Mind Games

3x4 - Silver War

3x5 - Switch

3x6 - The Voyeur's Web

3x7 - Honor Code

3x8 - Under Covers

3x9 - Frame Up

3x10 - Probie

3x11 - Model Behavior

3x12 - Boxed In

3x13 - Deception

3x14 - Light Sleeper

3x15 - Head Case

3x16 - Family Secret

3x17 - Ravenous

3x18 - Bait

3x19 - Iced

3x20 - Untouchable

3x21 - Bloodbath

3x22 - Jeopardy

3x23 - Hiatus (Part 1)

3x24 - Hiatus (Part 2)

Season 4

4x1 - Shalom

4x2 - Escaped

4x3 - Singled Out

4x4 - Faking It

4x5 - Dead and Unburied

4x6 - Witch Hunt

4x7 - Sandblast

4x8 - Once a Hero

4x9 - Twisted Sister

4x10 - Smoked

4x11 - Driven

4x12 - Suspicion

4x13 - Sharif Returns

4x14 - Blowback

4x15 - Friends & Lovers

4x16 - Dead Man Walking

4x17 - Skeletons

4x18 - Iceman

4x19 - Grace Period

4x20 - Cover Story

4x21 - Brothers In Arms

4x22 - In the Dark

4x23 - Trojan Horse

5x24 - Angel of Death

Season 5

5x1 - Bury Your Dead

5x2 - Family

5x3 - Ex-File

5x4 - Identity Crisis

5x5 - Leap of Faith

5x6 - Chimera

5x7 - Requiem

5x8 - Designated Target

5x9 - Lost & Found

5x10 - Corporal Punishment

5x11 - Tribes

5x12 - Stakeout

5x13 - Dog Tags

5x14 - Internal Affairs

5x15 - In the Zone

5x16 - Recoil

5x17 - About Face

5x18 - Judgement Day (Part 1)

5x19 - Judgement Day (Part 2)

Season 6

6x1 - Last Man Standing

6x2 - Agent Afloat

6x3 - Capitol Offense

6x4 - Heartland

6x5 - Nine Lives

6x6 - Murder 2.0

6x7 - Collateral Damage

6x8 - Cloak

6x9 - Dagger

6x10 - Road Kill

6x11 - Silent Night

6x12 - Caged

6x13 - Broken Bird

6x14 - Love & War

6x15 - Deliverance

6x16 - Bounce

6x17 - South by Southwest

6x18 - Knockout

6x19 - Hide & Seek

6x20 - Dead Reckoning

6x21 - Toxic

6x22 - Legend (Part 1)

6x23 - Legend (Part 2)

6x24 - Semper Fidelis

6x25 - Aliyah

Season 7

7x1 - Truth or Consequences

7x2 - Reunion

7x3 - The Inside Man

7x4 - Good Cop, Bad Cop

7x5 - Code of Conduct

7x6 - Outlaws and In-Laws

7x7 - Endgame

7x8 - Power Down

7x9 - Child's Play

7x10 - Faith

7x11 - Ignition

7x12 - Flesh and Blood

7x13 - Jet Lag

7x14 - Masquerade

7x15 - Jack-Knife

7x16 - Mother's Day

7x17 - Double Identity

7x18 - Jurisdiction

7x19 - Guilty Pleasure

7x20 - Moonlighting

7x21 - Obsession

7x22 - Borderland

7x23 - Patriot Down

7x24 - Rule Fifty-One

Season 8

8x1 - Spider and the Fly

8x2 - Worst Nightmare

8x3 - Short Fuse

8x4 - Royals and Loyals

8x5 - Dead Air

8x6 - Cracked

8x7 - Broken Arrow

8x8 - Enemies Foreign

8x9 - Enemies Domestic

8x10 - False Witness

8x11 - Ships in the Night

8x12 - Recruited

8x13 - Freedom

8x14 - A Man Walks Into a Bar...

8x15 - Defiance

8x16 - Kill Screen

8x17 - One Last Score

8x18 - Out of the Frying Pan

8x19 - Tell-All

8x20 - Two-Faced

8x21 - Dead Reflection

8x22 - Baltimore

8x23 - Swan Song

8x24 - Pyramid

Season 9

9x1 - Nature of the Beast

9x2 - Restless

9x3 - The Penelope Papers

9x4 - Enemy on the Hill

9x5 - Safe Harbor

9x6 - Thirst

9x7 - Devil's Triangle

9x8 - Engaged (Part 1)

9x9 - Engaged (Part 2)

9x10 - Sins of the Father

9x11 - Newborn King

9x12 - Housekeeping

9x13 - A Desperate Man

9x14 - Life Before His Eyes

9x15 - Secrets

9x16 - Psych Out

9x17 - Need to Know

9x18 - The Tell

9x19 - The Good Son

9x20 - The Missionary Position

9x21 - Rekindled

9x22 - Playing With Fire

9x23 - Up in Smoke

9x24 - Till Death Do Us Part

Season 10

10x1 - Extreme Prejudice

10x2 - Recovery

10x3 - Phoenix

10x4 - Lost at Sea

10x5 - The Namesake

10x6 - Shell Shock (Part 1)

10x7 - Shell Shock (Part 2)

10x8 - Gone

10x9 - Devil's Trifecta

10x10 - You Better Watch Out

10x11 - Shabbat Shalom

10x12 - Shiva

10x13 - Hit and Run

10x14 - Canary

10x15 - Hereafter

10x16 - Detour

10x17 - Prime Suspect

10x18 - Seek

10x19 - Squall

10x20 - Chasing Ghosts

10x21 - Berlin

10x22 - Revenged

10x23 - Double Blind

10x24 - Damned If You Do

Season 11

11x1 - Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

11x2 - Past, Present and Future

11x3 - Under the Radar

11x4 - Anonymous Was a Woman

11x5 - Once a Crook

11x6 - Oil & Water

11x7 - Better Angels

11x8 - Alibi

11x9 - Gut Check

11x10 - Devil's Triad

11x11 - Homesick

11x12 - Kill Chain

11x13 - Double Back

11x14 - Monsters and Men

11x15 - Bulletproof

11x16 - Dressed to Kill

11x17 - Rock and a Hard Place

11x18 - Crescent City (Part 1)

11x19 - Crescent City (Part 2)

11x20 - Page Not Found

11x21 - Alleged

11x22 - Shooter

11x23 - The Admiral's Daughter

11x24 - Honor Thy Father

Season 12

12x1 - Twenty Klicks

12x2 - Kill the Messenger

12x3 - So It Goes

12x4 - Choke Hold

12x5 - The San Dominick

12x6 - Parental Guidance Suggested

12x7 - The Searchers

12x8 - Semper Fortis

12x9 - Grounded

12x10 - House Rules

12x11 - Check

12x12 - The Enemy Within

12x13 - We Build, We Fight

12x14 - Cadence

12x15 - Cabin Fever

12x16 - Blast from the Past

12x17 - The Artful Dodger

12x18 - Status Update

12x19 - Patience

12x20 - No Good Deed

12x21 - Lost in Translation

12x22 - Troll

12x23 - The Lost Boys

12x24 - Neverland

Season 13

13x1 - Stop the Bleeding

13x2 - Personal Day

13x3 - Incognito

13x4 - Double Trouble

13x5 - Lockdown

13x6 - Viral

13x7 - 16 Years

13x8 - Saviors

13x9 - Day in Court

13x10 - Blood Brothers

13x11 - Spinning Wheel

13x12 - Sister City (Part 1)

13x13 - Deja Vu

13x14 - Decompressed

13x15 - React

13x16 - Loose Cannons

13x17 - After Hours

13x18 - Scope

13x19 - Reasonable Doubts

13x20 - Charade

13x21 - Return to Sender

13x22 - Homefront

13x23 - Dead Letter

13x24 - Family First

Season 14

14x1 - Rogue

14x2 - Being Bad

14x3 - Privileged Information

14x4 - Love Boat

14x5 - Philly

14x6 - Shell Game

14x7 - Home of the Brave

14x8 - Enemy Combatant

14x9 - Pay to Play

14x10 - The Tie That Binds

14x11 - Willoughby

14x12 - Off the Grid

14x13 - Keep Going

14x14 - Nonstop

14x15 - Pandora's Box (Part I)

14x16 - A Many Splendored Thing

14x17 - What Lies Above

14x18 - M.I.A

14x19 - The Wall

14x20 - A Bowl of Cherries

14x21 - One Book, Two Covers

14x22 - Beastmaster

14x23 - Something Blue

14x24 - Rendezvous

Season 15

15x1 - House Divided

15x2 - Twofer

15x3 - Exit Strategy

15x4 - Skeleton Crew

15x5 - Fake It 'Til You Make It

15x6 - Trapped

15x7 - Burden of Proof

15x8 - Voices

15x9 - Ready or Not

15x10 - Double Down

15x11 - High Tide

15x12 - Dark Secrets

15x13 - Family Ties

15x14 - Keep Your Friends Close

15x15 - Keep Your Enemies Closer

15x16 - Handle with Care

15x17 - One Man's Trash

15x18 - Death from Above

15x19 - The Numerical Limit

15x20 - Sight Unseen

15x21 - One Step Forward

15x22 - Two Steps Back

15x23 - Fallout

15x24 - Date with Destiny

Season 16

16x1 - Destiny's Child

16x2 - Love Thy Neighbor

16x3 - Boom

16x4 - Third Wheel

16x5 - Fragments

16x6 - Beneath the Surface

16x7 - A Thousand Words

16x8 - Friendly Fire

16x9 - Tailing Angie

16x10 - What Child Is This?

16x11 - Toil and Trouble

16x12 - The Last Link

16x13 - She

16x14 - Once Upon a Tim

16x15 - Crossing the Line

16x16 - Bears and Cubs

16x17 - Silent Service

16x18 - Mona Lisa

16x19 - Perennial

16x20 - Hail & Farewell

16x21 - Judge, Jury...

16x22 - ...and Executioner

16x23 - Lost Time

16x24 - Daughters

Season 17

17x1 - Out of the Darkness

17x2 - Into the Light

17x3 - Going Mobile

17x4 - Someone Else's Shoes

17x5 - Wide Awake

17x6 - Institutionalized

17x7 - No Vacancy

17x8 - Musical Chairs

17x9 - IRL

17x10 - The North Pole

17x11 - In the Wind

17x12 - Flight Plan

17x13 - Sound Off

17x14 - On Fire

17x15 - Lonely Hearts

17x16 - Ephemera

17x17 - In a Nutshell

17x18 - Schooled

17x19 - Blarney

17x20 - The Arizona