#like yelling “LIEUTENANT!” and he's all 🥺

[arminsumi]

Hey sweeties~ hope you're all keeping well! (๑˘︶˘๑)

I'm finally attempting to write this draft from July about lieutenant Armin falling for Marleyan Y/n (Who is a nurse volunteer that helps Paradis like Yelena and Onyankopon!)

I hope it's going to turn out as wonderfully as my daydreams about it were!

[newbornwhumperfly]

to mention problem in front of power...

whilst these final two chapters are belated, there was simply no choice but to end whumpmas with a whimper 😈🥺😈 for this @whumpmasinjuly prompt - day 18: or else - i published a follow-up to this chapter. oops, jorah is being his nasty, intimidating self. that's just who he is, folks, we couldn't have too nice a time 😇😇😇

CW: punishment, burn whump, hidden whump

title insp. by the poem "social skills training" by solmaz sherif - "studies suggest it's best not to mention problem in front of power even to say there is none."

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He’s not supposed to have opinions about…the company around him. It doesn’t matter, for example, that everyone at Fort Hill is so merciful. It doesn’t matter, for example, that he is comfortable here. That he has enough and more than enough of everything and there is no measure given to what Morja is allowed compared to what he done.

Everyone does their part here, Captain Brax had told him, speaking the way they do where their words slot into place sensible and correct. Just do your part to help the group and we shall return the favor, everyone goes to bed content. A smile that makes his insides shift to a calm rhythm and agree, yes, that all makes sense when they say it. 

But consequences work in strange ways here with the enormous amount of allowances. 

It makes Morja worry, still, that even the Commander has not…hurt him very badly, yet. That there have been no whippings. No long exposure in the weather, outside. Nothing that has even made him bleed. 

He hasn’t had to keep himself in line so much for…ever.

But he still hasn’t been punished for hitting Lieutenant- for hitting Cobi. A week of waiting, strangely, felt itself like a punishment. Laying on his back, in his bed, hands over the ache in his stomach, pressing his thumb into the bruise on his knuckles. Unable to sleep more than an hour a night. 

The hardest part of correction here is that he never knows when it will happen. Not that he deserves to be told. Of course not. It is just…it would help if he knew when. 

Knowing it’s stupid and cowardly and almost certainly disobedient hasn’t kept Morja from trying to stay out of Cobi’s way, skirting rooms he is in, avoiding the gym for his workouts until very early or very late, trying to sweat out his nerves. 

It’s only because he has a job this weekend (laundry duty, something that, somehow, is not his duty every day) which sends him into the recreation room where he knows Cobi waits, where he plays with the Commander and some visiting officers. Morja shouldn’t have to, at this point, but his throat still clicks when he slips through the door and watches the width of Cobi’s arms stretch across the pool table, the curl of how large his hands are around the stick. 

At a crow of victory, Cobi pumps his fist in the air, pushing it back through his curls, the shadow of his- his black eye faint but visible. 

The balls click together loudly, thudding clatter, Morja’s ears buzz for a second. Distracts himself by keeping to the edge of the room, cleaning up a little, maybe, maybe if he’s useful Cobi is less likely to notice him in annoyance or…worse. 

In the corner, the teevee flickers with bright, loud noises, and men yell, jostle, shout as cars race across the screen and their hands move frantically over black boxes. A soft cloud of smoke tells Morja that the Commander is over encouraging one of his friends on the couch. 

Black hair, backwards cap, solid back and shoulders, making most of the noise. A thinner man with yellow hair joining him in play, lanky, laughing a lot. A short redhead, at the pool table, square and quiet and making Cobi grin. Jorah’s - the Commander’s - friends.

Morja shouldn’t be distracted in a room full of people, he really shouldn’t be making pictures in his head, but his hands move quiet and efficient over empty beer bottles and bags of chips, countertop to garbage bin, and he is so used to not being seen in a room at all. He should know better than to almost startle when a voice stops him in his tracks. 

“Looking for something?”

Morja spins around so fast the bottles he was holding clink together loudly in his hands, shit, and his throat clicks again at the Commander being suddenly very close. His stomach drops as suddenly eyes, every eye, turns to him. 

Morja can’t get his mouth to work for a second, dry, swallowing. The smell of ash is very close and only the island of a countertop seperates him from the Commander leaning forward on his elbows, staring. His gaze is hard and cold. 

When is it not?

“Cleaning. I’m just cleaning up a- a little bit?”

Morja hates that he ended it as a question. Doesn’t he know whether he’s cleaning up or not, diathésimos? It’s hard to think with the blare of light and crashing cars and buzzing music from the screen across the room. His skin crawls. 

A laugh booms across the space and Morja flinches again as Cobi calls out. “Hey, buddy, you any good at pool? Martz here is kicking my ass, so much for my long reach-“

“Who’s the wallflower?” Another voice cuts out, booming, like Cobi’s, but…no laughter. Or…different laughter, as the man in the backwards cap calls over his shoulder. “Waiting to be asked to dance?” The blond man at his side titters - “Nice, Petey-“ - and Morja’s hands feel large and clumsy around the bottles. 

“That’s my friend Morja, Ben, and I bet he’d love a chance to beat your sorry asses at pool. Could probably gimme a run for my money, right, Jorah? Can’t beat ‘im in much, I’ve learned!” 

Cobi beams across the room and what does that mean? Is it- is that a reference? Is he trying to draw Morja out, somehow? Is this another strange kindness? His blue eyes are bright behind the black eye and Morja can’t read anything but the smile on his face. 

Jorah breathes out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette and Morja stifles his urge to cough, speaking tightly and quietly against the itch in the back of his throat and the watering in his eyes. 

“…Thank you, um, I really just came to ask if you needed any laundry collected?” Morja bites down on the sir or anotéros he wants to end that with and the chasm it leaves under his feet makes his stomach clench. He should be trying to be as good as possible right now and that smile he gets back only makes him blink harder. 

“Aw, man, thanks for asking, I totally fuckin’ forget- left the basket by my door so you can just take it. Uh, got some shirts that I gotta iron, take ‘em also. Thanks, Morja!” 

“…It’s my job.”

“And it’s very helpful!”

Morja seeks the familiar comfort of the garbage bin because what does he say to that, trying not to fumble under the attention as he drops glass into the blue bin, plastic into another. 

“Hey, Morja.” 

Morja freezes. The Commander doesn’t say his name…much. His palms prickle a little. 

“Grab me a beer while you’re over there.” Jorah’s eyes are unreadable when Morja meets them and he gestures to the fridge behind Morja, a flutter of ash falling to the countertop. Blows another cloud of smoke around a row of straight teeth. “If it’s not too much trouble, of course.”

Morja’s hand actually slips on the handle of the fridge-door getting it open, quick, efficient,  sweating, pulling out the cool glass bottle and hearing the Commander call out - “Yo, Petey? Kip? Need a top-up?” 

Morja gathers more before he even hears the yells of confirmation and moves across the space with four bottles in his hand - Commander and his two friends and Cobi because he can’t neglect to serve him even a little bit. He doesn’t look up at the Commander when the cigarette is ground out on the sink, left smoldering on the shiny steel, but the boots stay close for a long moment. Morja breathes again when they retreat, taking the bottles with them, handing them out with cheers in answer. 

Breathes deeper when he escapes, no, walks back into the hallway, takes the moment of pleasure and loudness to vanish into his duties. 

He should have known he didn’t have permission to breathe deep. 

Morja is too drawn into his tasks, in doing a good job gathering baskets of clothing, in carefully washing the bundles one by one with care, in the little measure of relief he takes in spending extra time washing Cobi’s things. Extra treatment to get the sweat-stains out. The grease and oil and spice of snacks smeared on shirts. Bleach and scent and color-correct, the neatly labeled supplies laid out in the laundry room. The slow, even press of the hot iron over those shirts, one by one, getting a straight collar, a crisp cuff - Cobi will be pleased by the shirts. 

In his rhythm, his lax enjoyment of the amends, he almost doesn’t hear the click of the door until it shuts. 

Morja almost drops the iron, shameful, setting it carefully on the board and going to stiff attention as the Commander stands in the shadow of the doorway. Quiet. Eyes narrow and cold as always, for a long moment. 

“Sir.”

Silence. Morja’s mouth goes dry. He waits, waits for a minute, longer, before his fucking will breaks to glance up. Through the small window of the door, there is a broad back and a backwards cap. Commander’s friend standing at the door.

Morja’s fingertips prickle again and his chest seizes on a stopped breath. He isn’t going to be trouble. He isn’t- he won’t fight back against correction, there doesn’t need to be a guard. Does the Commander think Morja can’t be trusted to obey? 

Why wouldn’t he? Not after what happened. Morja is no better than a feral dog if bites when being trained. 

Heat crawls up Morja’s neck, his chest, flushing all the way down to the shrinking feeling in his stomach. Can’t be trusted. Of course. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands as the Commander walks up to the ironing board and he wants to kneel at the Commander’s feet, hot and shaky, smaller, lesser, fuckup.

“These are Cobi’s shirts.”

Morja doesn’t know if that’s a question. 

“…Yessir?”

Shouldn’t you know, fuckwit?

One hand strokes over the green cloth spread out on the ironing board, the row of dark buttons, the collar, plucking at the sleeve. 

“You missed a spot.”

What?

Before the little spike of cold can land, Morja is flung forward on the ironing board, the side of his head slamming into the surface, ringing, the air driven out of him, the edge driving into his chest. He gasps and the hand, the Commander’s hand, tight, cold, squeezing to the point of pain, pinning. Morja’s hands are behind his back, he doesn’t struggle, he can be still.

“Do you. See. This. Wrinkle?”

Morja’s throat moves, works around dryness, tries to answer, can’t see more than the long stretch of board, bunched green cloth, the iron at the end. 

“Here, take a closer look.”

The Commander picks up the iron. 

Sets it right in front of his face.

Breathe. 

Fingers pinch the skin of his skin, pressing, holding, and Morja can see the shimmer of heat in the air. The metal an inch from his face. Even the closeness to the heat hurts, his cheek burning before it burns, hot, hot, hot. All he can see is flat silver, shiny, shimmering. 

A voice in his ear, a close whisper that would make him shudder if he wasn’t locked-muscles-tight. 

He doesn’t flinch. He knows better than to move to avoid a blow. He knows better than to avoid a consequence. Doesn’t he?

“You know, I’ve heard a lot about your mistake a few days ago. How you accidentally hit my friend, oh, sorry, kicked him.” Breath tickles at his ear, hotter than the wave rolling over his face, hard and angry, and if Morja even breathes too deep, his skin will touch the iron. “Tell me, Asset, are you…sloppy? Or are you insubordinate?”

Heat. Pressure. Lips cracking under the heat. 

His feet are solid on the ground and his hands are tight behind his back. Thumbnail into palm. The prick of skin draws in air. 

“…Sloppy, sir. I apologize. I…I’ll do better, sir.”

A long moment that stretches like heat through air, slow and wavery, every pressure point, every throb of pain, chest, neck, head, hand, keeps him still and steady. Keeps him in place. 

He can remember how to hold still for things. 

The iron pulls away and a lack-of-heat drags another breath into him that becomes a grunt when the grip on his neck seizes a handful of hair and yanks him upright. Staggers, a little, but is at attention, even while his scalp strains under the tug. He’s been dragged by his hair, before, and this grip barely pulls a strand out. 

“Roll up your sleeve.”

Morja doesn’t need to be told twice. Unclasps his hands to unbutton his cuff, roll his sleeve up, up, to the elbow. There is no red on his nail - at the very least, his self-control was measured enough to not cut himself. 

“Arm on the table.”

Deep breath. Swallow. Plant feet on the floor, plant arm on the board. 

“Palm down.”

Oh. Right. He’s not used to it being palm down but he rolls his arm over to the side that has a different kind of scar. Where the lines and holes are less straight and deliberate, more jagged, more scattered. It is only right to be hurt on the side of his skin that is marred by mistakes rather than corrections. 

“My team might look past your sloppiness but the kind of mistakes- well, if they are mistakes, but the fuckups that you make get good people hurt. I can’t let that happen. It’s my job to keep an eye on shit, to minimize mistakes.”

People make mistakes, buddy. But he’s not people - he’s a diathésimos. Shame tightens his stomach and something else, underneath, just as uncomfortable, unfamiliar. He curls his hand into a fist and his nail slots into the groove of his palm. 

The burn doesn’t surprise him, the stabofsharphotthrobbingdowntobone, smell of flesh-and-heat, and it's gone. It lasted barely long enough to grunt behind his teeth, the iron pulled away from his arm before the sound even got out. Burns always feel like they last longer than they do. This was a quick burn. 

A red v-shape streak, already swelling, looks strange on his arm, somehow. 

“Look at that. You burned yourself doing laundry. Now, if you weren’t being sloppy that wouldn’t have happened. Sometimes you’ll just get hit and you gotta take it.”

The burn throbs, bright, the smell of singed hair and detergent swirl in his nostrils. Morja rolls his sleeve down over the mark and buttons his cuff again. Neat, straight, at attention. With a final shove that bangs his hip into the edge of the board, the Commander releases him, retreating towards the door. 

“You’ve got a lot of laundry to finish.”

Morja breathes slow, deep, around the throbbing in his chest. Just from the bruise - the edge of the board hit him harder than he thought. His arm throbs, the blister pressing up against his sleeve. 

“You’ll be more careful next time. Won’t you, Morja?”

He looks up and the Commander- Jorah’s eyes are such a different blue than Lieutenant Cobi’s. Shiny silver, flat iron, cold rolling off, heat in a wave. 

“…I’ll be more careful, sir.”

The correction rolls through him, wounds pulsing their second heartbeat, steadying his first until his hands don’t shake around the iron. Every wrinkle is smoothed, crisp like sheets of paper, rigid and at-attention, as he is calm. Finally, calm. 

With the rhythm of this other heartbeat, familiar, so familiar, he might, at last, sleep through the night. 

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don't you all see that jorah is just keeping everyone safe? 😇😇😇 it's his job to be vigilant! isn't he protecting everyone from morja's vicious, uh, (checks notes) submissiveness? 😇😇😇

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have a very merry @whumpmasinjuly everyone!! 💖💖💖

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[southernbluebellereader]

Hey bestie ☺️👋

Hope you’re having a good day/night

Can I request for younger price? Based off of this please 🥺

Personal Nurse

A/N: Hey Bestie! I'm just now getting to this, but I got you! This is so cute! I'm thinking a nurse that's on the base?

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Younger Captain John Price x Nurse F! Reader

Warnings: None...? Don't take my word for it. May be a little angst but lots of fluff.

You and John Price ended up working together multiple times - the both of you rose in ranks in your respective fields, every so often getting a chance to work together in the field. Usually it was you and collection of other nurses who were at the base ready to collect injured soldiers - including John.

Over the years, your work relationship with John evolved to a proper friendship, and eventually into something more than that. Was is allowed, probably not - but with you in the medical field and him being a Lieutenant on the field, things could work out, right?

However, at the end of a particularly bad mission, a young Kyle Garrick and another soldier carried Lieutenant Price into the infirmary, shouting for nurses and doctors. You'd just patched up another soldier when they came in, the color in your face drained at the sight of John: pale, bleeding, and barely alive.

Kyle shouting your name brought you back. Trying your absolute best as you put on new gloves and a new apron, you were barely able to yell for more nurses as John, your friend and your lover, was put on a bed. Your eyes traveled all over his body as you tried to assess the situation, "John, w-what happened? Look at me."

Barely being able to turn his head, he smiled weakly up at you, "Hey, Y/N..."

"What the hell happened out there?" You swallowed hard and somehow pushed your emotions back down and away from your throat. You looked up at Kyle sternly.

"H-He went off on his own-"

"Why the hell would you do that, John?" You practically scolded the bleeding man in front of you. John hissed and cursed in pain as Y/N and another nurse shed his clothing and began to clean him up and dig out bullets from his torso.

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About thirty-six hours had passed since you, your team of nurses, and one of the surgeons patched up Lieutenant Price and his men. John had gotten the most injuries. He slept most of the time, but you never left his side. You were practically glued on the chair beside the bed, just watching him, making sure he slept.

He'd always been a little reckless, but he always ended up coming back. Sometimes you wondered how he'd made it this far. He'd always talked about becoming a Captain one day, but he wasn't sure if he'd make it. You don't know to what extent the things he does once he leaves on missions, but clearly this last mission was bad. But again, he'd made it this far without dying.

You watched as he slept. He looked so peaceful. Finally getting more than a few hours of sleep. He'd have very limited access to a razor by the looks of the stubble on his face, you had to admit that he looked good with a little facial hair - you wondered what he'd look like with a beard-

"Y/N?"

You almost didn't hear your name, but you recognized that voice anywhere. You looked up at John and nearly jumped up to stand beside him as he sat up in bed, groaning at every movement.

Emotions flooded in your mind, making your heart race, chest tighten, and your eyes gloss over, tears threaten to spill at any given moment, "I'm here, John, don't make any sudden movements."

He looked at you, smiling weakly as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you closer to him, "How long was I out for?"

"You slept for almost a day and a half. But John-"

"Y/N-"

Unable to stop worrying, your hands trembled as you looked at John up close, "John, I was so scared. Kyle told me you'd run off on your own on the field- you were absolutely reckless, you know better than that John! Look at w-"

"Y/N." The way he said your name that time made stopped you in your tracks, "Y/N, it's ok. I'm fine. Please don't worry-"

"But you almost died! Kyle had to carry you in here a-and you were bleeding so much- John, you lost so much blood - We- I almost lost you."

"Oh Y/N," Price pulled you even closer so that your head rested on his chest as he held you close. You let out silent sobs as he shushed you and rubbed your back in an attempt to calm you down, "But you didn't lose me - I'm right here. And I'm not planning on going anywhere. Especially without you."

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[mactavsh]

I am once again asking you to hear me out. Headcanons (again) of Ghost and reader (platonic of course) like, reader is his shadow almost and she sometimes messes up because she tries so hard to impress him and it always seems to never meet his standards (it does, she just can’t read him well so she goes above and beyond) and this time she messes up really bad and Ghost yells at her and she just is like "i just wanted to help" all tiny and broken and he’s like "damn" 😭 this is very specific but I’m in an angsty mood

pour vous! I am so sorry this took so long 🥺

relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

warnings: swearing, disappointed dad energy (but not really)

Ghost used to be a guy who wanted to be left alone, not to say he didn't reluctantly enjoy company at times. Now he found himself gravitating toward certain people, found he was unable to rid himself of them.

He wasn’t sure what to make of his new shadow at first. You wanted to be like him, he wanted you to be better. He knew the world didn't need more Ghosts.

It was the case most of the time if Price was looking for you all he had to do was find Ghost and vice versa.

Years ago Price put Ghost in charge of your training. Since then you worked hard to impress the Lieutenant, you didn't know that you already had.

Today’s training exercise had to do with explosives, specifically breaching a door with them. It was not your first time doing this so you were confident Ghost would finally acknowledge your skills.

Ghost instructed you with a careful eye. Each time you tried there was something off, not enough of the charge, not placed just right.

There could be no room for errors with explosives so Ghost wanted to be sure you knew them well, though he could see you already did. He was just fine-tuning your skills at this point, he was proud of how far you’d come.

Ghost’s insistence to reset so many times started to weigh on you, your anxiety got the best of you and you made a mistake. You just wanted to show him you could do it but a little too much of the charge, a little too close caused you to go flying into the opposite wall.

He didn't mean to, he really didn't. He always tried not to give in to that side of himself but his fear for your safety took over and he couldn't help it. He yelled at you, cursing your carelessness but they were all empty words.

After he finally took a breath and was able to reign himself in the sight before him made his heart break. You stood in front of him, eyes turning red, and looking at him with an expression akin to fear - an emotion that you’d never directed at him before.

He apologized immediately. Making sure you heard every word.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have reacted like that, don’t listen to arseholes like me. You’re smart and you’re good at what you do.”

“Thanks, big guy. You’re not an asshole though.”

His shoulder's visibility relaxed right after yours did. You understood him well enough at this point to understand why he reacted the way he did and easily accepted his apology.

Ghost patted your shoulder. “Come on we’re done for today. Let’s eat Soap’s ice cream he thinks no one knows about.”

That day he vowed to spend as much time as it took to make sure you knew your value to the team and to him.

[magg0t-king]

Here's my list of 'Top 5 Characters Evan(me) wishes he could romance within the entire Fallout game series'

⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀

5. Nick Valentine

-I like robocop.

-He's one of those characters I talk about constantly to my parents.

-I loved building a friendship with him.

-Idk what else to say but uh... He's a dreamboat???

4. Erickson

-I didn't know how to feel about him at first, but then I was like 🥺

-He's respectful, he takes care of dogs, and he offers me food + a bed to sleep in.

-I've spent over 4,000 caps on buying dogs from him(my favorite being Gracie)

-To be honest, I'd kill to just be bffs with him.

3. Sergeant Arch Dornan

-Bro makes me giggle.

-Would've killed someone to have him as a companion.

-I'm the mo-ron he's talking about.

-I think I'd end up breaking down if he yelled at me.

2. Lieutenant (Lou?)

-He's so elegant like--

-I am not ashamed to say that I'd pick him over Valentine any day.

-Love how he calls me dear human lmao (in the game y'know)

-I do not like how he'd want to turn me into a super mutant tho.

1. ✨Harold&Bob(all games)✨

-God I love him so much.

-He's an extremely lovable character.

-He goes from homeless guy, to cranky peepaw branch, and then all the way to big depressed tree(+he's in the bos game, but I'm if-y on it)

-I really wish he was a fallout companion because then I could read to him and show him my collection of random things.

-Also I love taking care of plants so expect this guy to have the best plant care known to man.

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[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Watching Star Trek Picard s3 ep4

Oh fuck Riker's talking about Thaddeus's funeral and I'm sobbing

"Deanna, as you know, feels everything. But she couldn't live with me feeling nothing. And neither could I, which is why I left, and I came here. I was running from this, only to find it again."😭😭😭

"Well, this is the end, my friend. And if I were you, I'd take the next few hours to get to know your son." OH FUCK MAN I'M SCREAMING

Poor Deanna and Kestra, man😭

SEVEN!!!!!!

OOOO WHO'S ROOM IS SHE IN

Oh shit! A

The fact that Will wants to keep this under wraps, raises red flags to me

SHE'S A SECRET AGENT NOW YAY!

Damn, the way Beverly is counting down 👀

"Beverly?" The way I just squealed 😂

The smile she gave Picard when he asked if she could give him and Jack a moment 🥺 she's so precious!😭🥺

Hell naw, Shaw is sketchy

Will is trying to record a message for Deanna and can't find the words😭

I'm cackling cause Jack isn't into wine😂😂😂😂😂

"This place is as good as any to die, I suppose." I love him

The fact that the elephant in the room is Picard's lack of hair😂

This guy does not look 23/24🤔

NOOOOO I wanna hear the rest of Jack's story!

Shaw👀 I'm 97% sure that he's the changeling, but I could be wrong

Cannabis 😂😂😂😂😂

OOOOOO SEVEN'S RANSACKING !!!

"Resi-goo" I'm cackling 😂

Oh my, that's nauseating *watching the enemy ship Captain cut her hand off*

5years ago again, I wonder if Jack came to see Picard and heard him talking?🤔

"I think we all need connection, don't we?"

Jack doesn't need to spend time with his dad, but

Holy shit! The changeling!!!!

Why did they have to make the Changeling gross looking when it turns to goo😭 it looks like raw meat🤢

Awwww, Jack didn't know why his mom named him after her first husband 🥺

"Get laid." I'M DEAD

FUCK YOU SHAW I WANNA KNOW WHAT JACK WAS GONNA SAY!

Wait Shaw and Picard met before?🤔

Oh shit

I HAVE CHILLS

Damn

"I'm just some dip shit from Chicago." 👀

Damn, the lieutenant probably died

"He was on that Borg cube, setting the world on fire!" CHILLS

Well, that explains why he doesn't like Seven

Ooooo the whole crew is staring at Shaw 😂

STILL HATE HIM THO

I love how both Jack and Picard looked lost on what Beverly was getting at😂

Ah, they caught on

I love Beverly so much!

"We hightail it out of the nebula, away from the gravity well, away from that ship and away from our new friends, the space babies."

I'M ABSOLUTELY CACKLING 😂

The way Jack is saying they should try what Picard and Jack the first did😂

"No one is coming to rescue us, Will." F you Picard I'm gonna be optimistic

"Deanna. Deanna would say it's about trust." OH SHE KNEW THAT THAT'S WHAT HE NEEDED TO HEAR

Riker's speech is giving me chills

"Despite the fact that you are indeed a dipshit from Chicago." 😂

Wait is the Changeling pretending to be him?

Oh, nope I guess not

Seven giving Shaw his tools is giving flashbacks to my dad yelling at me and my sister when we 'helped' him fix the car as kids 😭😂

"Everyone take a deep breath, and hold it if you can." *Continues talking using up air*

"Engage" I'M SCREAMING

That is not Ensign La Forge

YEAH BABY!

"Ensign La Forge always calls me Commander Seven. Out of respect." YEAH

"Good call." No shit Sherlock

Oh my gosh, Jack's sitting on the bridge! JACK IS TELLING PICARD WHERE THE LOCATIONS ARE I'M FINE

"Trust me." I'M SCREAMING

I too would look at the guys in command if they told me to take life support off line, cause dude WTF

"Well Beverly, it's all on you now." WHAT?

Oohhhhh, they meant cause of her plan and stuff with the space babie contractions

Wait why are they taking the enemy ship with them?

OOOOOOOOO!

"Will did you just throw an astroid?"

"Damn right I did."😂

OH MY GOD

The space babies are so cute 😭🥺

Aww, this crew just got to witness the birth of new life😭

Beverly: "To week out new life."

Will: "I think we should body get the heck out of here."

I WAS RIGHT

JACK SAW HIS DAD AND ASKED HIM IF HE HAD A REAL FAMILY

"Young man, Starfleet has been the only family I ever needed." PICARD YOU IDIOT

OH PICARD JUST REMEMBERED THAT!

Will: "It reminded me, that there's a whole universe out there. And it can be beautiful and amazing."

Deanna: "You haven't said anything as lovely as that in a very long time."

Will: "I know. And that's on me. And I'm sorry. I'm gonna fix it, with you."

Who the fuck is in Jack's head? Poor dude is just trying to wash his face

[night-faye]

The special is cut into 4 episodes called: - a life time of mistakes - the plan man - rip and tear - better than we found it while s3's special was - this imperfect world - the corrupted king - time to be warriors - destiny fulfilled 17) "Yeah! Go, MK, go! Just try not to totally wreck up my stuff, would ya. Oh, right! The scroll!" He is SO cute and silly, and the way he remembers and turns back around perhaps I can squishing those round cheeks. Also "Lieutenant Monkey!" and the fist bump 🥺 that's his wittle monkey family do not separate he was so alone after being born. an endangered species. 18) "Oh, there's nothing mindless about me, friend. That's what you were pretending to be, right? To be my friend? To care about me? When really, you were just using me to get what you wanted! To turn me against my own mentor! Well, put your hand in the monkey cage and expect to get bit, son! Come on! Come on! Come on, Uncy Lion! You're the big hero, right?! Then prove it! Show me!" Macky....good on you for joining the Demon Bull Fam in giving up villainy quick because THIS is how savage MK can get. All of this could apply to you LOL. Gee, MK would get along perfectly with my OC. They snap the same way lmao. 19) Macky's smoke monster is probably like 100 feet smaller than Wukong's war form btw. We always joke about the size difference lol. And LOL at his face when Mei chomps him with her dragon he's all bug eyed. 20) Of course they had to kill Azure while smiling and of course they could only have Wukong be 😔 because he's witnessed so many of his friends die over the centuries. mourning has become second nature. at least they give us SOME kind of break. Wukong's face when Nezha hops in like yeah you got allies still left who care but LOL because he goes 🤨 when Nezha is "Yeah don't worry about it, Wukong. It's fine. I've got this." very sweet of you to care and reassure him, he doesn't got to do everything by himself, he's got people willing to hop in for him despite the history, BUT LMAO bc Wukong doesn't have time to be caught up in more feels, he's probably thinking "oh uh huh, sure you big immortal baby. press F for doubt."

21) I sped through this so much somewhere in these 4 seasons is Macky hiding scared behind Wukong and in this special, the screen slo-mo freezing on Wukong zipping by and Macky's shook expression like sure okay, stare at your super cool determined fierce friend heading into the fight with THAT look on your face. 22) Dwa when Macky steps in and everyone smiles that their domesticated emo villain monkey who probably watches anime is helping <3 <3 <3 AND WUKONGS SMILE WHEN MK IS OKAY. so sunshine and buttercups. 23) *Suspiciously eyes glowing blue flower and vines on the tree in Wukong's room and the weird thing that looks like a marked tomb.* and oh hey, role swap. Now Wukong is joining MK all by his lonesome. One of those moments that feels like the legend of the monkey king is taking back the narrative for things he's not even the main character for lol. just like in jttw. its so focused on him esp all the beginning chapters but Tripitaka is the MC XD 24) "Do you wish things would stay like this forever." "Pssh, where's the fun in that?" *looks at all the promises of forever you made to Macky.* uh huh. 25) BEACH EPISODE. of like 30 seconds for everyone else and 3 minutes of ShadowPeach. Macky and Wukong's clothes are taken from Goku and Vegeta bc they're based off the same legend lol. Wukong yelling about sunscreen to MK is so <3 <3 <3 they're Monkey Dad coding him LOL and its funny to see him talk about modern day products in general. 26) Lmao yes, it's your favorite shadow to block the sun 😉 "Ugh, it's you." "Cute, thanks for the invite by the way." "And thanks for showing up even though you were NOT invited." They always gotta talk like this, I UNDERSTAND the feeling of never being straight with it lol. But then they show what they mean through gestures like the peach popsicle! Like we're getting a redo of the squished peach from earlier ;) not fully perfect, a lil melted, but its a start. a peace offering and unlike last time its accepted also they are under the divorce tree! wonder who invited Macky or if he rlly just showed up LOL. I didn't take you for a beach kind of guy in hot pink but alright! I love his stressed tail flicking too 🥺 he is SO stressed he's not even looking at Wukong you can hear his *hmmm* in brooding thought. and asdfghjkl the way his brows furrow as he processes what Wukong just gave him 😭 "You know this is the calm before the storm...right?" So careful, cautious, it feels safer to ask now. It's like a redo of when he ignored you at the dinner. "Yeah, I know." love that trope of when everyone is goofy but you have the serious characters thinking about the future because they have special secret knowledge unknown to the rest but wanting to protect the joy of the present. "Wherever there's scheming, we can handle it." hello scheming reference but this time not applied to Macky and HELLO saying "we" and Macky being surprised over that. It was INTENTIONAL. 27) here are the storyboards! https://www.tumblr.com/chippedtoons/725767120520200192/faildads https://www.tumblr.com/chippedtoons/725766047465078784/nobody-fucking-tlak-to-me-right-now-pos

So consider me dead :)

(oh and I WILL be keeping your asks with all the links in my inbox so i can find them easilyz!! Bless you anon thank you very very much heheheheh)