#it's like a social experiment for him

[akikos-tribble-army]

Mori should have more anatomy models in his office. He's a doctor, where is the random skeleton in the corner? The eye model on the desk? The heart on the shelf? The half open body where the organs always fall out when you look at it? The skull where everyone wants to ask if it is real, bc dude is a mafia boss, you never know?

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 2/?

*slips another piece into your mailbox*

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Jazz was still feeling a little woozy from his donation in the dark hours of the morning. Blaster had breakfast changed from the usual to something that felt more like a treat, probably a reward for his good behaviour, and to help his body recover. Fish heavy in proteins, fat, all that healthy stuff. Something that normally he would have tried to savour, but he wolfed it down from excitement. Too many questions ran through his head, and most he couldn't bring himself to voice.

The mer, the mer would pull through. Blaster told him about how he had saved their life with his blood. Praised him high and low. Because Blaster knew how Jazz felt about seeing blood, about how hard blood tests were for him, and that was only a tiny vial. Not three big bags of it. Jazz hadn't seen how much they had taken – because he had kept his eye closed until they left in a hurry –, and hearing about it made him dizzy for other reasons, but he honestly felt real proud of himself.

It was a new feeling, different from other moments of pride – like when he figured out the lock codes. Yeah, this gave him butterflies and the drive to help more.

Blaster laughed when Jazz offered that the vets could take more if the other mer needed it. His handler didn't think it would be, but he would pass it on to the vet team.

Jazz's morning checks were a little off, expected with having a little less fluids and feeling off-balance, but it was kept short and quick. Blaster told him that if he learned anything more, he'd tell him next time he came by and then hurried back down to the staff area. Blaster was needed elsewhere, understandably as there weren't many mer experts here, though he did leave Jazz his waterproof stereo if he wanted to play some of his favourites.

But, the orca mer was far too busy causing a whirlpool from the laps he was swimming. He was too excited to sit still, and embarrassment be damned he started practising old vocals. He didn't remember much of his mother tongue, and he was pretty sure that his pronunciation was off, that or had one hell of an accent. Echo-speech was even more rusty. And once he had gone over and over what he could recall, Jazz began to really worry. A few sentences and handful or so of words was all he had? Gods, I hope I can at least make a decent first impression. Blaster said they were just like me, so hopefully, that will give me some starting points.

More than he cared to count, Jazz would swim into the shallow waters of the medical bay and hope to see something through that window. But no one ever came close enough for him to hear any news of the mer. He couldn't even see anything on his radar, wherever they had done treatment, it wasn't in the hospital ward. It almost felt like he was being purposely kept in the dark.

And just when Jazz was starting to worry that things had taken a bad turn, a group of staff turned up around four pm. He wasn't able to ask any questions, or rather they refused to answer. Shooing him away as they got to work. Starting with closing the gate to the bay to 'keep him out'. Jazz could easily climb those walls, but that wasn't the point. Even if the gate window was closed, he could pick up that they were setting up the water hammock. But it wasn't until he heard the cautionary beeping of the hoist lift approaching that it dawned on him – the mer was coming. Now.

"Jazz," Blaster called, "… Jazz," he blew the training whistle and finally got his mer's attention. "Stop pacing and get over here."

"But–" Jazz looked back longingly up the wall.

"Jazz," his tone dropped to a firm one, and Jazz begrudgingly swam over to the pier. The human crouched and made sure that they held eye contact before he spoke. "I need you to promise me that you will stay in your enclosure."

He sunk a little, trying to play into his cuteness, but being far too anxious to really pull it off. "What do you mean?"

"Jazz," now warning him. Blaster knew full well that he was more than capable of getting into or out of places he shouldn't, bloody Houdini mermaid, "this is serious. Things are going well, we want to keep it that way. Which means keeping things calm and feeling safe. You're excited, I get it, we all are. But in about an hour, they'll be waking up and – from past experience seen with wild Mers – they will likely freak out. And the last thing we need is you hauling your tail over that wall and making things worse. Understand?"

The beeping was louder how and the hiss of hydraulics caused Jazz to look up. The arm of the lift was visible over the wall. They're here!

"Jazz," Blaster hopelessly called for his attention once more.

Within moments, a massive bundle was carefully raised, the staff calling out and coordinating. Jazz's gaze was fixed on the black and white fluke poking out, it was the only part of them he could see, and his heart began to race. Once they became hidden by the wall again, Jazz moved back to pacing by the gate without even thinking. Listening to people hopping into the water to unstrap the mer and call back n' forth. "Careful, careful! – Watch the head! – Someone give me a hand over here! – We're clear on this side! – Keep the head up!"

Really starting to sound like a broken record, Blaster chirped the whistle and called out to him again. The expression he wore must have been pretty pitiful because the look on Blaster's face dropped. "If I open the view port… will you promise me that you will wait, that you will stay in your enclosure?"

"I promise," he answered hastily, placing his hands on the gate, over the panel that would slide open.

"And that you will wait until everything is in the clear, till the staff come to oversee the integration. There will be no rushing things and no asking staff when we will open the gate."

"I promise," he repeated, trying not to beg.

Satisfied, Blaster pulled out his radio, "Blaster to Control; when the team is out of the Mer enclosure's medical bay, open the view port. Jazz's stress is mounting without a visual."

"Can do," came a quick reply.

Though, opening the panel was not. Several minutes went by, the hoist had cleared out, and much of the staff had returned to their other duties. Only two remained double-checking the mer's breathing and pulse. The moment that the last of them left, Jazz heard the lock disengage, and he retracted his hands as the panel shifted and began to slide open. The window was too small to get more than his hand – maybe up to his elbow if he wanted to push it – through, and sat just at water level– any movement sending water hopping to either side. But it gave him a clear view of the surface area inside.

Oh.

Oh. Jazz stopped breathing. While the mer's body was mostly supported by the fabric of the hammock, cradling them on their side, effectively hiding most of them from Jazz's angle. Propped up on a soft floating platform was the mer's head, face towards the gate. Sharp features and elegantly shaped finials, with flattering lines of their markings complimenting the peaceful expression as they slept. The butterflies from earlier came back stronger than ever, his heart thundering as words fumbled from Jazz's lips, "he's beautiful…"

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-GLC

Orca Prowl really is just-- too fucking pretty, omg, I'm living through Jazz in this moment like when I first saw your designs of him.

I'm more than happy to continue writing for you, you bring me so much joy. I screamed when I saw how much you liked it. If you have any requests you would like me to add to the story, leave it in the tags or comments ♡ I now plan to continue until the tsunami and a bit afterwards, maybe more, we'll see~

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Oh. MY GOD. OKAY ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT OKA

I'M ABOUT TO START PACING IN CIRCLES JUST LIKE JAZZ OVER HERE KDLCNFJFLFB PL E A S E THIS IS SO GOOD. The tension?? You can fucking TASTE it IT'S SO GREAT GLC I LOVE YOU

The way it all starts at night and then you (as a reader) have all this additional time to boil in your anticipation?? So fucking great. Like you can really feel how little power Jazz has over the wholse situation. The plot is moving but he doesn't have any saying in it. Well. Yet heheh

Anyway haha. Im normal and I made some art>:D

[bertoyana]

X-MEN: FIRST CLASS (2011) dir. MATTHEW VAUGHN

+bonus. erik looking up and down at charles and charles looking smug as hell. which could mean nothing.

[thunderglade]

meowphoreus

[cloudinal]

(Very) belated Mitsuru birthday!

[paddysol]

wifies the diva you are <3

[fatedroses]

No-one butts into Estinien's bromances and gets away with it.

[pestopastaenjoyer]

anyways. au but not rlly au where it’s late 1940s-early 1950s venice and nico is a university student studying literature. he lives with his single mother maria + his engaged sister bianca and he has an objectively good and cushy life for post-ww2 europe even if his family is desperate to set him up with someone like they did w bianca. he starts having weird dreams about living a life he surely hasn’t experienced and the number 1,995 keeps on recurring day-to-day. as it turns out this is our nico placed on an alternate theoretical timeline by a malevolent being (nyx strikes back perhaps) who erased his memories SoN-style. he’s aided by a plucky girl in one of his classes who may or may not be hemera (goddess of the day, nyx’s daughter who is not on good terms w mommy) and together they try to get nico back to his own place on the timeline

[roobgumball95]

im sorry but literally nothing is more ridiculous than thrawn. and like his entire fucking life. his sister is a space wizard at age 5 (he never sees her again ✌️). he meets anakin fucking skywalker pre-emo era (????) and instantly is like “ok so u&padme right?”. yeah. he is EXILED. from his ENTIRE GALAXY. and the exile is NOT ACTUALLY EXILE. (???????). he meets a space cowboy and is like “you must be a spy. also youre mine now” and said cowboy just has to fucking take it because for some reason thrawn usurps the entire chain of command and meets the literal EMPEROR ~5 days after being FOUND randomly this galaxy. then he’s a superest senior to ever exist oh and also he’s just like the Only One Of His Species. That Anyone In This Entire Fucking Galaxy Has Ever Met. Okay. then he climbs up the chain of command until he’s literally a FLEET ADMIRAL and he has even more space wizards around him (vader, morgan elsbeth, kanan, ezra, ahsoka). he also fucking hates the most iconic part of the entire empire (the death star) and downvotes it every chance he gets. OH AND, THIS ENTIRE TIME HE HAS NO IDEA HOW POLITICS WORK. HE GETS BESTED BY A 17YO W A SHAVED HEAD (#basictraining #thumbera #headstubble) AND IS SENT THROUGH SPACE AT LIGHTSPEED VIA SPACE WHALE. AND FINDS MORE SPACE WIZARDS.

[fisheito]

... peace on planet bottom, then there's whatever this is

[3416]

the 'have they or haven't they' talked saga continues.... auston flat out lying and saying they haven't just for them to ask mitch 15 minutes later and he's ready to lay out when and what they exactly have talked about on multiple occasions.... i can't stand them

[bowsbar]

ii characters with the creatures i think they would be if they were in rain world (spoiler none of them are slugcats)

[oralvanish]

my take on karkat vantas from homestuck [which people are always begging me to know all the time, of course] is that while he does know his shit, he's very effective & emotionally intelligent, he goes off little enough and relies so much on his own assumptions [because he Knows he knows his shit] that he can be shockingly imperceptive

the best example of this imo is his "dating chart" with dave and terezi which i think is him playing into troll norms because he assumes everyone wants to meet them as much as he does . which imo is him overcompensating a lot for not meeting troll romance standards . but also evolving on this:

i think his journey as a player leading up to god tiering was supposed to be overcoming societal expectations to see how people work outside of them . he's completely fucking strangled by them! i can think of moments where he enforces them! and if he didn't then he would actually be able to flourish . which i think ties into him being a knight of blood well if we go with the interpretation "one who weaponizes their aspect." but oh well oh well oh well.

As for how this factors into my staggering obsession with Davekat,

[gasstationpopcorn]

me @ kris's latest selfie: oh who's that pretty bo- hold on hold on a minute hold on honey

this is both sinister and diabolical....

biggest concert of our career, 20k people... good grief

[petr1kov]

one thing i'm noticing about most cobra kai discussions that i'm seeing online is that many people seem to not have watched the karate kid movies before watching the show -- which, on the one hand, is understandable given that the show does provide enough context to stand on its own (and that many fans are young enough to have missed the original movies), but on the other hand, there will always be some things that you can only really get if you watched the movies.

i, however, dutifully decided to do my karate lore homework before starting the show, so i'm aware of the difference this should make in the experience. like, for instance, the fact that daniel opposed the creation of cobra kai less because of his personal rivalry with johnny and more because an insane coked up millionaire terrorized him and mr miyagi for weeks when he was a teenager and tried to groom him into having a villain arc on karate kid 3, specifically through recreating cobra kai but doing it in 'the right way' and tricking daniel into joining it, all with the goal of corrupting daniel and making him suffer a humiliating defeat in order to bring the dojo back and spread it throughout the country like some saturday morning cartoon villain. an experience which shook daniel up more than having a duel to the death with a karate assassin who tried to kill him and his girlfriend with a knife. so when he sees his old school rival trying to reopen the same dojo, he's not into it lol

[beneath-the-willow-tree]

It has become increasingly apparent to me that many misunderstandings of Armand’s character come from people being uncomfortable engaging with the fact that he grew up in a time period and culture that they cannot fully understand or map onto their own experiences. And I don’t mean that in a “his relationship with Marius was fine because things were different in Renaissance Italy!” way, I mean it in a “there is a very very specific historical precedent for the abuse Amadeo experiences that is not really comparable to the way most people contextualize abuse in a modern setting” way.