#live russ reaction

[smuckers-n-jif]

Very much enjoyed the 5 hour Sam and Cat review. See you all in a month when everyone else finishes it and makes funnier meme formats than I could ever come up with.

[carcarrot]

NPR TINY DESK CONCERT LEAVES 7 DEAD 21 INJURED

[nba24highlights]

KD to Russ I don't want no problems Gangsta! 💀2023 #shorts #gangsta #durant #westbrook #shorts

[mrswolffs-blog]

AUDACITY: Toto Wolff x Wife!Black!Reader

TW: CURSING, YELLING

The hectic race here in Monza had finally come to an end and it is now time for the post-race interviews. One by one, the drivers were asked questions about what happened during their drive and what they think could've been done differently; however, a specific question a young driver had pissed off the wife the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team, Y/n Wolff as she march her way in front of the man, blocking the journalist's sight of him.

"Could you please repeat that question you asked?" Y/n asked to make sure she heard the man right. "I asked if he felt that since he hadn't been winning any races for Christian, if he thought that maybe his time here in Formula 1 is running out?" the man asked once again, this time with a bit of fear for what the shorter yet feisty woman had to say. "So, I wasn't hallucinating, I heard you correctly! Now let me educate you on something here since you seem to lack the knowledge! A driver's career doesn't just end because they've been constantly not making it to the podium, sure he hasn't been winning yet he did a damn good job at keeping himself in the top six and THAT should be praised considering the state of favouritism going on in his team. Next is to address the fact that yes, we all know that Christian Horner is an impatient man when it comes to certain things, however he would never be that foolish to let Sergio go and if he was, he would pay for it dearly at my hands as I would personally burn his headquarters and garages to ashes, not leaving a pinch of paper for him to start over from. Mark my words, as whatever it is that you call yourself, the post-race interviews are for questions about the race and shouldn't go to the extent of you putting doubts into any driver's mind. BE WARNED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND LAST WARNING AS YOU ARE WALKING ON THIN ICE SEEMING THAT I COULD'VE HAD YOUR CAREER ENDED ON THE SPOT. Now apologize!" She shouted in anger that someone who should've been able to be trusted to ask sensible questions was actually a complete idiot out for nothing but starting chaos.

"I'm very sorry Sergio, I didn't think my words would have been taken that seriously" said the man as he was on the verge of tears, out of fear that he almost lost his job due to a foolish question. "It's ok, no hard feelings. Just try not to make this mistake again or best believe she'll be back for you" Sergio said as he went over to hug the man, being in shock himself.

Toto had been doing an interview with his drivers, when George noticed what was about to happen and tapped Lewis on the shoulder. They both called for Toto's attention, where the trio along with their journalist, watched on as Y/n gave the visibly shaking man a piece of her mind. After that was done, the lady interviewing them decided to ask "So Toto, you've obviously seen what your wife had just done. What would your reaction be to her for this?" the journalist smiled as she awaited an answer from Toto who as himself looks genuinely scared. "My question is What the fuck do you all want me to do?! I'm not getting involve in that! The last time you all had me interfere, I was unable to sleep on my pillows for a month!" He replied in a panicked tone as Lewis and George were the only two who knew what his "pillows" meant. "Dude, you've got to be kidding me. You still call her breasts pillows? How comfortable could they be?" George asked in amusement that his boss was still obsessed with his wife's boobs. "Trust me Russ, they are very comfy, I've also added and new pair. The ass" Toto said making everyone, including the journalist laugh. "Alright, so I see you're unable to help the guy out, that's all the questions I have for you three. Have a nice rest of your day" the woman said as they replied, "Same to you."

Unbeknownst to them the cameras had still been filming LIVE and they manged to capture the response which sent the world into a spiral at the fact that such a giant of man's weakness was being able to sleep on his wife as it now became the biggest thing to tease him of whenever he did something he wasn't supposed to.

[killed-by-choice]

Stella Saenz, 42 (USA 1968)

California’s early legalization of abortion claimed many lives even before Roe v. Wade. The law introduced in 1968 allowed “therapeutic” abortion, but defined the requirements so vaguely that abortion was effectively legalized on demand as long as it was done at a hospital. Two of those killed were 42-year-old Stella Saenz and her baby.

Stella didn’t know she was going to die when she entered a hospital in California for a newly “safe and legal” abortion. She underwent the abortion in early 1968, but was already back in the hospital with sepsis by April 11.

Los Angeles County General Hospital tried to treat Stella’s deadly infection. They administered penicillin, but Stella had an undiagnosed penicillin allergy. Already weak from infection, she didn’t survive the allergic reaction. Doctors tried to save her, but she was declared dead on April 13, 1968.

California Department of Public Health classifies Stella's death as both a legal abortion death and a drug reaction death.

Others killed by California’s pre-Roe legal abortions include 17-year-old Cheryl Vosseler, 16-year-old Francesca Sardina, Kathryn Strong, Erika Peterson, Elva Lozada, Cassandra Kay Bleavins, Denise Holmes, Sharon Lee Margrave, Twila Coulter, Sara Lint, 15-year-old Gwendolyn Drummer, Doris Grant, 18-year-old Janet Foster, Betty Hines, 16-year-old Nathalie Meyers, LaSandra Russ and their children.

California Certificate of Death 68-083706

Los Angeles County Coroner's Report 68-3820

California Death Index, 1940-1997 database, Stella V Saenz, 13 Apr 1968; Department of Public Health Services, Sacramento.

California, County Birth and Death Records, 1800-1994, database with images, Stella V Saenz, 1968.

[macravishedbymactavish]

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A L E X K E L L E R

Blood on My Hands // @uselsshuman

One of the first Alex Keller pieces I've read back in the day. I still remember being curled up falling asleep as this popped into my feed.

Convallaria Majalis // @nightingale-ghost-writer

(Tangent before we begin, I struggled typing the title of this fic. No joke)

Arguably one of my favourite Alex one shots. I keep gravitating back toward it, and re-reading. The sentence about "sweet boy, could it be you need me too?" Holds free real estate in my brain

Tessellate // @deadbranch

MDNI - filth with plot. But Price and younger American Price, Alex? Yes please, I'll take that fever dream

Various HC // @deadbranch

Some are so out of the box and gives him another layer to his humanity outside of "previous CIA operative and current Freedom Fighter". I love it.

MODERN WARFARE 2022

T A S K F O R C E 1 4 1

141 Family Universe // @uselsshuman

Lord, have mercy on my soul. This is too damn cute. It's extremely heartwarming. Watching their little families grow.

J O H N "S O A P" M A C T A V I S H

Don't Blame Me // @bloodyknucklesforme

Soap x F!OC, "Nina". I initially read this on AO3, and found it here incidentally. The author continues to post little snippets about their lives.

S I M O N "G H O S T" R I L E Y

The Captain // @as-is-above-so-below

(Link is to their general fanfic taglist).

It's been months since I initially read this, but I can still remember key moments that bring varying emotions (ex. "We're having a baby! We're having a baby!" And "I can't push, not again").

Dad! Ghost // @nsharks

I found this amazing little trilogy one night while scrolling for Soap fluff and holy crow. Am I happy I did. Exploring both sides of Mr. Riley (Ghost and Simon) and how the lines eventually blur. Feat. Uncle Johnny and his new best friend: Simon's wife.

K Y L E "G A Z" G A R R I C K

C A P T A I N J O H N P R I C E

Tessellate // @deadbranch

MDNI - filth with plot. But Price and younger American Price, Alex? Yes please, I'll take that fever dream

GHOSTS

L O G A N W A L K E R

D A V I D "H E S H" W A L K E R

Warm Blankets // @uselsshuman

Hear me out. Warm, cuddly, slow mornings with Hesh and Riley. (Sign me up, RIGHT NOW)

K E E G A N P (????) R U S S

CHARACTER X CHARACTER AO3

Into the Fray // Tofu_Ghost - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker

The cholula conversation had me in tears (and moreso when my dude bought us cholula without knowing). And Logan listens to the Twilight soundtrack when he's sad

Discovering Kinks // samithemunchkin - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker

MDNI - drunk Keegan and selectively mute Logan learning intimate details about themselves during an intimate time

Heaven Called (Hell Sent) // defiantdevi - Keegan Russ x Logan Walker, Ghost x Soap

Reaper!AU, not gonna lie this one hurt a bit.

Brothers Keeper // emianium - Logan Walker x Hesh Walker (familial)

This one hurt a lot.

[thefiendio]

My Rules and Blog Info :)

Use this post as a guideline for requests, blog activity, my existence, and other notable things

Requests are open.

Basic Blog Info

MOSTLY a NSFW blog, with some SFW posts

MOSTLY a DOM reader blog, however I will write some sub reader

MY UPDATES ARE RANDOM - I am a busy person, sorry if that’s an inconvenience

I try not to have too many reactions outside of writings - irritates me when I go into a blog and can’t find a fic really quickly, and all of the posts are just reactions to comments I PROMISE I SEE THEM THOUGH!!

Feel free to comment and like as you wish - It makes me smile when I see that people like what I write, or take the time to put their thoughts down on one of my posts

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OVERALL BEHAVE YOURSELF, AND I WILL BE HAPPY

Rules For Requests

What I WILL Write:

ANY GENDER READER, EVEN A READER WHO IS TRANSITIONING (I am AFAB and happy to write for AMAB)

MLM, WLW, M4W, W4M, M4A, W4A, A4A

NSFW

SFW

ANGST

FLUFF

CRACK FIC

COMFORT

HEADCANNONS

LONG/SHORT STORIES

DRABBLE

DOM Reader with SUB character AND SUB reader with DOM character (I prefer dom reader, but I live to please)

Yandere, obsessive, jealous, and posessive themes

Gore, Injuries, and Violence

Mental Health Issues (it might not be accurate with certain ones)

Deaths (Character and Reader)

Character with children

Child! Character and/or Child! Reader

Unfetishized sickness (ex. Character X Sick!Reader or vice versa)

Trauma comfort (or just comfort of any type)

Prank things (Dead prank, Cheating prank, Ignoring Prank, Wiping kisses prank, etc.)

Sadism, Masochism, Pain kinks, Pain related things

Sex toys, bondage

Praise, Degredation, Dirty Talk

Oral, Anal, P-in-V, Cum Eating

Handjob, Blowjob, Titjob, Hot-dogging, Thighjob

Creampie, Breeding kink, Pregnancy Kink

Consensual Somnophilia

Edging/Overstimulation

Marking

Hate/Angry/Jealousy/Soft sex

Semi-Public Sex

Mistress/Mommy/Daddy/Master/Ma’am/Sir Usage

Kinks that do not fall into the ones listed below

NSFW FOR CHARACTERS THAT ARE OVER 18 YEARS OLD (However, I can refuse NSFW requests for any character, no matter the age)

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NSFW FOR ANY CHARACTERS THAT ARE UNDER 18 (I might age some characters up, but it is COMPLETELY up to me)

Piss and Shit Kink

Consensual-Non-Consensual

Psuedo-Incest, Incest

Pedophilia

Disobedience of Consent

Fetishized Sickness (Vomit kink)

Gr00ming

S€xual @ssault (I will write for a reader/character with this trauma, and I will also write the ugly, unsexualized aftermath of it. I will NOT write it while it is happening)

Anything that could relate to the bad things above

REMEMBER: I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE A REQUEST, EVEN IF IT DOESN’T INTERFERE WITH MY ‘DON’TS’. EVEN THOUGH IT IS UNLIKELY, IT CAN STILL HAPPEN.

CHARACTERS/FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR

(If a character from a fandom listed isn’t on here, that means I won’t write for them)

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Demon Slayer/KNY: Masterlist unposted

Tanjiro Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Inosuke Hashibira

Genya Shinazugawa

Kanao Tsuyuri 🟦

Senjuro Rengoku 👎

Muichiro Tokito 👎

Nezuko Kamado 👎

Giyu Tomioka

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Obanai Iguro 🟦

Gyomei Himejima

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Tengen Uzui 🟦

Rengoku Kyojuro

Muzan Kibutsuji 🟦🔴

Kokushibo

Douma 🟦🔴

Akaza

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Jujustu Kaisen/JJK: Masterlist unmade

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Gojo Satoru

Geto Suguru

Ryomen Sukuna

Choso

Nanami Kento 🟦

Call of Duty/COD: Masterlist unmade

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

John Price

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

König

Philip Graves

Keegan P. Russ 🟦

Farah 👎🟦

Obey me!: Masterlist unmade

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus 🟦

Beelzebub

Belphegor 🟦🔴

Diavolo

Barbatos 🟦

Solomon

Simeon 🟦🔴

Luke 👎🟦

More characters and fandoms to be added…

Hope you have fun and enjoy your time on this blog!

[pyrokineticwarrior]

Twin Flames || Devlin & Marianne @ignisregina cont. from (X)

Devlin grinned at Marianne's reaction to his dogs, their playful energy evident in the room. He appreciated her controlled demeanor, understanding her desire not to overstep any boundaries. As he walked into the room, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, enjoying the sight of Marianne's interaction with his canine companions.

"They're definitely something, aren't they?" Devlin chuckled, his eyes filled with affection for his furry friends. "I'm glad you're a dog person, Marianne. They have a way of bringing joy and comfort into our lives."

He watched as Marianne squatted down to give one of the dogs a light scritch, her genuine care and attention evident. Her question about their gender made him chuckle again, appreciating her curiosity.

"Well, all of them are boys," Devlin replied, a fond smile on his face. "This one you're petting is Cer, and the other two are Ber and Russ. They've been with me for a few years now. I found them at a local shelter, and we've been inseparable ever since."

As Marianne mentioned having something for him, Devlin's curiosity piqued. He walked closer, his eyes glancing at the item she held in her hand. He extended his hand, ready to receive whatever she had brought.

"What's this?" Devlin asked, his voice filled with intrigue and a touch of amusement. "You have me curious now. I hope it's nothing too dangerous. I wouldn't want my dogs wrestling you to the ground." He chuckled, his eyes glinting with playful banter.

Devlin eagerly awaited Marianne's response, grateful for the lightheartedness she brought into his home and the genuine connection they were beginning to form.

[mstrickster]

What would the ducks parent’s first reaction of the Banks parents be? Have they ever met them or only caught glimpses of them?

Ok, so we only ever see two other parents in the story. Casey and Mr. Hall. I would maybe even consider adding Russ' brother cause he seems to have that air of oldest sibling/second parent. So, I am focusing on them.

Casey: I feel like Casey would be a little taken aback by Banks. They aren't unkind but they seem more uptight than anyone she has met. However, I could see her trying to connect to them anyways because Adam is important to Charlie.

Mr. Hall: I could see Mr. Hall not liking the Banks at first just because of how much of a little shit Adam was in D1. However, after Jesse and Adam mend their differences I could see Mr. Hall seeing them in a new light. They seem to share the same goals for their kids in some way. Both want them to be the best. Despite it being handled in very different ways, I could see Mr. Hall developing a kind of respect for the Banks.

Russ' Brother: Now I feel like if Russ' brother ever met the Banks he would have some thoughts. Given that they live in southern LA, I could see them comparing the Banks to the wealthy of the area. So they have a slight distaste. I could also see Mr. Banks seeing them as rough around the edges. So, I could see them kinda avoiding each other but exchanging quips.

Part of me wants to think the rest of the Duck's parents see the Banks as just other parents. Or they see them as rich douchebags. If you don't know someone your mind goes wild.

[fratboykate]

Kate, Kate, Kate… while she is absolutely not wrong about the fact that another custody battle with Tom will end poorly…it’s kiiiilling me that she refuses to see how deeply it upsets Yelena that she lets Tom get away with murder just to avoid a Big Fallout. In so many of their arguments, Kate placated Tom and just begs Yelena to leave it. I’d be so fed up, especially when it comes to my daughters safety and happiness.

But I would be SO PISSED at Yelena for going behind my back if I were Kate! And especially knowing (because deep down Yelena HAD to know) that it wasn’t going to deliver positive results.

If my math is correct, didn’t the (first?primary?) argument about custody start around or at the baby shower? Which, if Russ is 2.5 and they fought over it for about 2 years, means they like JUST got done with setting the current parameters… Yeah no way that was going to go well.

I was actually shocked at both of them — at Yelena for going straight to Kate with what she’d done, at Kate for trying to get a therapy session in and asking Yelena to stay, and at Yelena for not leaving in the end (yet? god I hate that I feel like I have to say yet). Like kudos to them both on those fronts. But damn.

All that said, at the end of the day if I had to pick a side, I’d side with Yelena. And low fucking blow, Kate, for implying Erika isn’t Yelena’s daughter. I feel like I get where she’s coming from but also??? Harsh. That would cut deep. Dying to know what Erika does or says after overhearing all of that.

okay i know parents are not supposed to pick favorites, but youre my golden child now lol

kate is wrong in failing to confront tom with the severity he needs BUT her reaction to the news is absolutelyyyyyyyyyyy warranted. her wife WENT BEHIND HER BACK to talk to her ex about changing the custody agreement they just spent years working on. that he made them FIGHT for. she is totally correct in accusing yelena of being out of line for making this decision on her own. was she having a hot head moment when she said "my daughter"? of course. but those are simply angry words. of course she doesn't believe that. she's just fucking pissed.

🫣yelena is also not being totally honest (even with herself) in the fact that she would LOVEEEEEEEEEEE to find an excuse to not have him around and this might be it. is she doing it ENTIRELY because of that? obviously not! she does want ereka to be as happy as she can be. she adores that kid. but also if she can kill two birds with one stone and fuck tom over/get him out of their lives for good??? that's simply an added bonus. so kate wasn't wrong when she was reading yelena for filth there either.

also, your math is very much correct. they pretty much wrapped up the custody battle riiiiiiiiiiiight before yelena got preggo. basically they haven't known peace for like 3 years because they put an end to one debacle and then walked into the pregnancy from hell. kate is kinda pretty justified in not wanting to poke the bear.

they're what i like to call "mature morons" lol. they confront their problems head on and with good intentions but FUCK IT UP ALL OVER THE PLACE along the way lol. good intentions, poor execution.

maybe it's "yet" maybe it isn't...who knows 🫣

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

May I rant here for a sec? My parents are just- really frustrating me lately., and they're being shitty about my gender, and- ugh...

For the record, I don't live with my parents. I am very comfortable and confident in the labels I have chosen to identify with, and ain't nobody's opinions gonna be able to change shit. Also, the entirety of my family are Christians. I'm a Christian, and I get that gender stuff can be a bit of complicated situation, but still...

I came out, gender wise, almost a year ago. I came out as a demi girl (which has since changed to bigender, but I haven't told them cuz they don't give a flying fuck anyways) and that I was using she/her and he/him, as well as using two names (my birth name and a new one), all used interchangeably. They responded with the expected "we still love you no matter what" bullshit and I just, gggrrrrrrrr!

(My sister wins for best response to that coming out, tho. She replied, and I quote, "lol well duh" XD)

Additional note: I have done no actual, physical or hormonal transitioning, and idk if I ever will. I'm trying to present more masc because I want to be perceived as more gn or masc. I'm not great at it, but that's my current 'transitioning' status.

Now, I am pretty aggressive when it comes to people, my family included, misgendering other people. My friends, my partner, etc. Don't misgender people or I am going to correct you. And if you keep doing it wrong without effort to improve, I WILL make you uncomfortable for fucking up! ... However, I don't know how to do that with myself...

It's really hard with my parents, still using she/her, because they're not technically wrong, but... I wish I had the guts to tell them, "you calling me she/her because those are still my pronouns is different than you using she/her because you refuse to use he/him". And they're never explicitly transphobic (like, they've never said anything like "I don't like trans people" or anything) but they also obviously don't accept it, or like it, or like if I bring trans/queer anything up.

Like, on Sunday I was at my parents' for father's day, scrolling through Pinterest, and a post came up. Talkin about how 'according to Mulan, you need blah blah blah to be a man (ya know the song). You do not need a penis of any sort' and I thought it was kinda fun, so I read it out loud and my dad's instant response was, "ha, yes you do <need a penis>" ... (My partner was there, and apparently I noticeably deflated at that comment and didn't get better until we went home...)

And today, I was talking to my mom about our little vacation we're going on in July to see her side of the family, and I mentioned, "Heh, I don't think I've come out to Uncle Russ. Uncle Ryan guessed it, and I came out to grandma, but not Uncle Russ" and I said it really lightheartedly cuz I found it kinda like a 'haha, oops!' and she just- in the most dismissive tone, replied, "yeah, I wouldn't worry about it", as if it doesn't even matter! Like, fuck, it just hurts! It fucking hurts me!

Back in March, I was feeling super stressed about my birthday (autism brain(I think) finds birthdays super super stressful. I can't handle the surprise of gifts, and people expecting certain reactions, and- ugh! No. Do not like. I have had at least one mental breakdown around my birthday every year for- idek how many years now. A lot.) and it was a lot of because I was worried about having to spend time with my parents, and them calling me she/her in a way that just still feels like misgendering somehow. And I was so desperate for some validation that I wrote myself a paragraph using both my names and all my pronouns with some encouraging words as if it were a social media post for my birthday written by Oikawa (I don't even simp for oikawa, btw, but pls, I want to be his friend, we would be such great buddies and we would cause so much chaos!) I know that writing stuff about ourselves/others interacting with fictional characters to make ourselves/others feel better is normal around here, but I think for 'normal people' it's weird, and I wish I could be able to tell my parents that I had to do that, and that in general they would understand how much their dismissive attitude hurts me. And it just gets worse and worse the more they do it.

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I'm really sorry for such a long post. I'm just- I'm not constantly frustrated by this, but I get more and more annoyed and upset each time it happens. And as much as I hope I'm wrong some day, I've basically accepted that they're never going to do it right. To them, I'm never going to be "I was talking to him, and ___". I'm never going to be "my oldest son___" (or 'child'! Even just gn is better than nothing!) I'm just- not actually me...

- Dragon anon

First off, Dragon anon please always feel free to rant to me/us! It feels so awesome that people trust me/this blog to share their daily issues with. That's a huge sign of trust and I love it! It makes my mom heart happy!

I'm sorry your family is struggling with this acceptance. It's hard enough dealing with accepting our own identity and then to have our family not accept that is tough.

I'm so proud of you for all that you've processed and been thought in your identity journey. You are right, it can be very complicated for not only you but for your family. And i feel like if they communicated that difficulty, it would be different. But for them to not even try, I feel lile that's not respectful of you.

I'm going to share a little of my youngest kiddos journey with you. So she (current preferred pronoun) was afab. She was diagnosed with Autism at 2 and has been genderfluid/non-binary/bi-gender since. It's actually very common for people onto he spectrum to identify as genderfluid (as told to me by her psychologist). At one point, she wanted to be referred to as a he. So we did that. I told everyone her preferred pronou was "he/him" and to act accordingly. Now she's decided she was "she/her" and to dress more masculine. I've accepted this and accommodated as much as I possibly can. My oldest (he/him) often had troubles with pronouns and sees everyone has "him" which we are working on.

The point here is that your family should respect your preferences. It's not their life that's being affected it's yours. And respect goes deeper than just being cordial or nice. It's respecting people's preferences. I'm so glad you are helpful with it comes to other people's pronouns because being misgendered and/or the wrong pronoun can be harmful not to mention disrespectful. I think you should take the same approach with yourself. Value yourself like you value the others around you because you deserve that respect. If your mom identifies as "she/her" and you just started calling her "he/him" she'd probably get offended and that same principle should apply to you.

I know pronouns/gender/sexuality can be confusing but I'm the type of person to ask questions or Google when I don't understand something. You cannot fault someone for asking a question about something they don't understand and knowing you as I do, I think you'd appreciate them taking the effort to do so.

I hope this helps in some way. Again I'm sorry you have to deal with this. Accepting yourself is hard enough without dealing with outside influences.

Just know you are always accepted here as you are and we love and care about you very much 🥰

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Actually talking about Holby’s whole “no labels uwu” thing they always did with bi characters last night reminded me, I stumbled across the Guy Henry Fans Facebook group recently while searching the internet for something else Henrik related.

So, just for kicks, I thought I’d go through their whole page and comment sections up until right back when Russ arrived to see what the reactions were. There were a few homophobic asshats but all in all, turns out this particular group was surprisingly accepting!

But what really made me laugh was when I found a comment thread where they had all Mandela Effect’d themselves into thinking there was actually an episode where Henrik referred to himself as bisexual. I don’t know how they managed to do that but I’m jealous of whatever timeline they’re all living in.

[freebooter4ever]

unrelated to the stick but have you seen cooking with geno?

Haaaaaaaaaaaa. I have :) i mean...what self respecting geno fangirl hasnt? If im honest i think it was the first thing with him that i watched, but i was not paying attention to him at all at all then. Aside from noticing that Fuck He's Exactly My Type If I Ever Had One and being very annoyed by it. My ADHD research spiral in the summer of 2022 went something like this: ra*ngers -> pana*rin -> russ*an red w*ngs -> larion*ov...and then i side tracked over to alyonka's mental health/ E*D*O videos, and then her podcast which also interviewd several hockey players including her brother (which are really interesting btw)...tldr i actually watched that video more curious about alyonka than geno, cause in her more current stuff she talks a lot about those early 2000's days and what it was like working in the league as a woman. Unfortunately for geno at that point the only thing i knew about him was that he was on the penguins and that he said some shit in one interview about bread, and i had already decided based on that and his instgrm that he looked like an asshole. I cannot find that interview quote about breadman, for all i know it could have all been made up, but it reaaaaally made me dislike him. So the first time i watched the video i was doing my best to ignore geno and pretend like he wasnt radiating attractiveness. My one conclusion about that video and a few other old pens videos with alyonka (and not geno but other players) i watched was that i was surprised how much more informal things used to be. She felt very casual and more like a friend to the players than the more professional style interviews i have seen while watching this stuff live now.

And if none of that research spiral makes sense just be grateful you dont have ADHD.

ANYWAY then lucky for geno he features in my favorite hockey photo ever - that one of him sitting on the boards with the snow and baby blue jersey. So i had to draw that photo, and then i started paying more attention to him that season, and watched that dan and sushi interview, and realized shit i might have been wrong about this guy. And maybe my change of heart only has a little to do with his Very Pretty Eyes.

And moooooonths (a year?) later i finally rewatched the cooking with geno video and had to basically admit that my initial gut instinct of Oh Shit He's Hot reaction remained the same. He's a terrible cook, somehow even worse than me which is saying something cause i'm really fucking bad at it myself. But his physicality/personality rather shines in the clip. (i have heard people say he was sexualizing or staring at alyonka??? It doesnt look like that to me, they just seemed very comfortable with one another and maybe a little teasing but im not the best at recognizing flirting etc). Young Geno's got that same confidence/swagger as old(er) geno that in most guys would come across as arrogant but with him it's very quiet and understated. He makes a lot of dumb jokes. Even on my second viewing i still didnt understand the basketball joke. He didn't talk much but there were a lot of shy smiles. He reminded me a lot of my old friend ethan in attitude and height - just like how he kind of awkwardly looms in the background at times, and how all his obvious strength is sort of soft in a gentle way. He also seemed like a guy very willing to listen, which was cute. But -and this might be me projecting. But sometimes when people try to 'teach' me how to cook i play dumb just so i can check out and not use my brain and let them do all the thinking and tell me exactly what i need to do. Its very lazy and i recognize this but sometimes my brain is tired. And i swear geno was maybe doing that to alyonka at times. Like i think his effort in the video was at most 70%. Maybe 50%. It takes one lazy cook to know another one. And i am a very lazy cook.

Sorry anon, ive been cleaning and working all day so you got more than you asked for, basically a character study, whoops.

Oh, also on the second rewatch i realized the weird short grimlin who only appeared to eat the food and then disappeared was tanger. I did NOT recognize him. I still cant really believe thats him.

[raeshutupandbookup]

"You know what I don't like the most about Christmas?"

"Besides everything and the fact that the religious side stole quite a few things from the Pagans?"

Chuckling, I reach for the bottle we have been sharing from as I look back out over the city. Lights shimmering and shining as the stars compete for the attention.

"Yes, besides that." I roll my eyes as he nudges me with his elbow.

"Go on."

"The magic ending."

"Thought you didn't believe in magic?" Taking the bottle gingerly from my gloved fingers.

"I believe in magic just not the sort you would find in a high fantasy novel." Letting out a long breath I watch as it smokes out in front of me because of the cold air. "Just how everything is built up to this one day. All this effort, time, and money thrown into one day but when it's over. The magic is gone, and everyone returns to their normal lives."

"Mmm," swallowing Russ stares out at the apartment complexes with lit windows, "Don't forget the part about bragging about how much money was spent or how many presents they got."

Gripping the end of my jacket I feel my knuckles shake, "Reminding others how poor they are and even one gift is a lucky thing. . ."

Leaning his massive body into mine Russ lays his head on my shoulder, "I hated the day after Christmas. My parents deemed it safe enough to resume their natural ways of arguing and blaming each other for everything. Yelling at me to clean up my mess and stop sitting around and playing with my toys. The new toys they had gotten me. . ."

"I'm sorry." I murmur into his blonde hair as he passes the bottle to me.

"Ah, it's in the past now. Dad's enjoying his new wife and I think last I heard from my mom she was dating two guys and touring Europe or something."

Snorting I almost choke on the spicy drink, "Two guys?"

Shifting his head so Russ can look up at me, "Mmhmm, why you jealous?"

Laughing I shake my head, "I already have to put up with you and your laundry. I don't think I could handle another person."

"What if it was someone who loved doing chores? Like to the point chores were a part of their everyday routine?"

Raising an eyebrow I looked into his playful eyes, "You have someone in mind?"

Smirking he shakes his head as he straightens up, "Nah, just wanted to see your reaction. Not really interested in sharing you with anyone."

"And I don't want to share you with anyone."

Looking at me Russ leans in and kisses my temple, slipping an arm around my shoulders. "The magic doesn't have to end tonight. We can keep it going every day."

"And I won't yell at you to stop playing with your toys."

"Good because you're one of them." Grinning at me as his teeth show.

Snorting I shake my head as I place the bottle on the ground, "I should punch you for that statement."

"Do it, least then I will know that you're hitting on me."

Laughing I shake my head as he pulls me into him. "Even if I can't get you the world and you aren't able to brag about the many gifts. I hope you still had a great Christmas."

"The one gift was plenty; well, I guess maybe I received two."

Looking down at me his brows knit together, "What do you mean?"

"I got you." Turning away I rub my face, "Ugh, it's so corny but just you accept me for who I am and don't try to shove me into a mold. Loving my sexuality and being my biggest cheerleader with this new career endeavor and. . ."

"I can see smoke billowing out of your ears," he whispers as I feel his warm breath against my cold skin.

"You're such a--"

Kissing me deeply I sigh into him as he moves a gloved hand up the back of my neck. "I love your corniness and your authenticity. It was something I hated the most when I was in the dating world. How women tried to be overly perfect, but you? You never pretended to be this ideal woman just so I would fall for you."

"I was tired of being perfect and lying to myself. . ." Whispering and feeling my cheeks warm again. I look down at his other hand on my upper thigh.

"I'm glad you chose that path. Because now I get to experience this constant magic with you that cannot be bought. Though I still want to spoil you with gifts." Nipping the tip of my nose playfully.

"I want to get you gifts as well."

"Mmm I'm easy but let's go inside." Wiggling his eyebrows as he tightens his grip on my neck.

"Happy Yule you werido."

"Merry Christmas you freak."

No matter what you celebrate or if you do, have a great holiday or a nice relaxing day. Stay warm, safe, and enjoy whatever you do for this day!

[golden-pickaxe]

Coffee (Part 1)

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Modern AU, Office AU

Wordcount: 2517

Warnings: reader drinks wine casually

[Coffee - All Parts Here]

A/N: Hello my lovely readers! Some of you might start this story and find it oddly familiar. This is because this thing is basically a kind of re-write of my story City Lights.

I reread it recently and found that even though I kind of liked the story, I hated most of it because it is not well written and too fast paced, because I didn’t plan it out at all and also did not really proofread it. So, now a new version, though I will keep the old one up. This one will be longer, more detailed, and also will be different in a lot of places, as I want to take a few things in a different direction. The main story should be almost the same, though. I also changed the location of the story from Copenhagen to Oslo, because I live here and know the city a lot better!

 Summary: You are a graduate student at the University of Oslo, and have applied for a job as a personal assistant at the Lothbrok Corporation, without really knowing much of the position advertised. When it turns out you are going to work for the (in)famous Ivar Lothbrok, your whole life is turned up-side-down.

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“I really don’t need a personal assistant, mother!” Ivar groaned, rolling his eyes at his mother, who pursed her lips. Aslaug was more than used to this gesture by her son and had not really expected any other reaction from him.

Aslaug was standing in the doorway to Ivar’s office, dressed in a smart and elegant blouse and pencil skirt combination, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, as always perfectly styled, and making her look as if she had just stepped out of a shampoo advertisement.

 “I am just thinking that it would make life a bit easier for you, not having to deal with all the little things all the time.” Aslaug tried a kind smile, tilting her head at Ivar. Usually, this worked on him.

 “You mean you want to hire someone to run around to get me my coffee, and to run errands, because I can’t?” Ivar mimicked his mother, tilting his head too, but of course lacking the kind smile.

 Aslaug sighed deeply, diverting her eyes from Ivar to look out of the windows of his office.

Of course, he would twist her words, to make it sound this way. Sometimes she wondered if he did it on purpose, or if he was just projecting his insecurities.

 “No. That is not what I am saying, as you well know.” Aslaug looked back at Ivar. “You need someone who can do all that, and much more. This is not only about ‘running errands’, Ivar. You have an important position in this company now, and it is only natural that a man in your position would have a personal assistant. Bjorn has one, Ubbe has one too. Even Hvitserk has one.” She smiled again.

 Ivar mustered her without saying anything, his expression unchanging. Any man in his right mind would have turned and left, but Aslaug was much stronger than any man. She just shook her head once more.

 “Anyways, interviews for the position will start at three o’clock, if you want to be part of them. If not, I’m going to choose someone for the position myself.”

 With that, Aslaug winked at her son, before leaving him behind, with a very annoyed expression on his face.

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 You were nervous. Like, really, really, super nervous. Actually, thinking back, in recent history you could not remember a single moment where you had been quite this nervous.

Yes, indeed, you thought, you had not been this level of nervous since you finished school, and that was a while ago. Although with Russ happening, the end of school was a bit of a blur.

 You blinked a few times, not wanting to mentally drift off, trying to stay in the here and now. The here and now being a fancy office building.

You had, thinking of it, no idea what had made you apply for this job, what had made you think that it would be a smashing idea to send out your CV.

 Thing was, you needed money.

As a grad student at university, times were hard. For the last year, you had the privilege to have a part time job, as an administrative assistant of one of the professors of your faculty, but the position had not been renewed for the new autumn semester. You hated to rely on your parents and their savings, and with rent definitely not being cheap in Oslo, you really needed another part time job. There were also a few textbooks you needed to get, and a new winter coat, which definitely would put a dent in your budget.

 This is how you ended up scrolling through endless job sites, bookmarking retail jobs ‘just in case’, hoping to find something more office like, when you finally stumbled across a posting that looked as if it was sent by the gods.

 Personal assistant for the Lothbrok Corporation.

Twenty hours per week, flexible hours, possibility to travel. Requirements kind of covering what you thought you were capable of. Paying way more than any other part time job you had seen, covering way more than your usual expenses, almost paying as well as a full time job.

It just sounded way too good to be true.

So good in fact, that you were kind of convinced that it was a scam.

 Still, you had applied for it, bullshitted your best motivational letter to date, and when you got an email a few days later, inviting you for a job interview, the coin finally dropped that this was, in fact, a very real position.

The coin dropped, that you had just been invited to a job interview, as the personal assistant of some manager of the Lothbrok Corporation, one of the biggest and most successful companies not only in all of Norway, but also in all of Europe. A company who had their fingers in every cake imaginable, from pharmacy and weaponry, to transporter ships and agriculture.

 After you had confirmed the time and date of the interview, you once again looked up everything about the position that had been posted, unfortunately not finding out who the manager would be you would be working for, nor what exactly it was that you would be doing. It was just the usual vague babble that every position had, which did not reassure you.

Considering the pay, you were sure that the person you would work for was either incredibly important, or incredibly hard to work for. You were not sure what prospect was worse.

Still, all of that was completely hypothetical. Who knew if they would even take you?

 That thought brought you back to reality, back to your nervousness, as you were sitting in the well-lit hallway of a tall, modern office building in central Oslo, right at the fjord. The company headquarters were part of the ‘Barcode Project’, one of the super fancy buildings constructed as part of the redevelopment of the dock area, overlooking the opera, the fjord and the new and hip beach area on one side, and Oslo Sentrum on the other side.

 You were waiting together with around twenty other young men and women, all waiting to be called into, what you assumed was a large conference room at the end of the hallway.

 You had to admit, that you were more than intimidated by some of the others around you, who all looked way more professional than you did, wearing expensive looking suits and dresses, and looking as if everything they had been born to do was being the personal assistant of a CEO of a multi-billion krona company.

 From what you gathered from the few people around you actually talking to each other, most of them seemed to speculate on a full-time position, hoping that this job would be the one bringing them into the world of business and management.

Being here just to have a good paying job next to Uni, you felt really, really stupid.

 The longer you had to sit there and wait, the sillier you started to feel about the whole thing. This was probably just a massive waste of your time, and you just should’ve applied to work at Peppe’s Pizza or something instead. You would never ever get this job, with there being so many other, far more qualified people around you.

 Ultimately, you were pulled out of your thoughts, when a smartly dressed woman called your name, about one and a half hours after you had arrived for the interview, and about five minutes before your nerves would’ve gotten the best of you and caused you to just leave.

With a rapidly pounding heart you got up, gathering your things and straightening your clothes, before you walked over to the door, not really believing the encouraging smile the woman gave you.

 You stepped into the room, the door behind you closing, and you were, just as you had suspected, in a conference room. In front of you, sitting at a large table, you were faced with three people, and the face in the centre, which you immediately recognised, made your pounding heart stop. This was certainly not what you had expected.

 Aslaug Lothbrok, second wife to Ragnar Lothbrok, founder and director of the Lothbrok Corporation.

She was insanely famous, constantly on TV, Norwegian high society and involved in every important charity in Scandinavia. She was basically the public face of the company.

 On her left was another woman, which you did not know, maybe from HR, or her secretary, you were not quite sure. On her right though.. was also a very famous face.

 Even though he looked insanely bored, and uninterested in just everything going on right now, as if he would rather be literally anywhere else, and looking out of the tall windows of the office building, you clearly recognised Ivar Lothbrok, youngest son of Ragnar.

Despite him wearing an expensive designer suit, he also had a well kept undercut, the long hair on the top neatly pulled back into a bun. His arms rested on his wheelchair, his hands absently kneading each other in his lap. You didn’t know enough about body language to interpret that.

 “Miss Y/L/N, welcome. Please take a seat.” Aslaug said with a smile, standing up. You quickly walked over to shake her hand, surprised that her handshake was quite firm, despite her thin figure.

 “Good day Mrs. Lothbrok. It is a pleasure to meet you!” you answered, taking a seat offered to you by the blond woman after she had sat down as well. It was a pleasure, though an unexpected one. Your nerves were on fire.

Shaking her hand, you noticed how much you were actually sweating.

 You had not expected this position to be this important. Never. The pay should have been a dead give-away, of course. But even so, the literal heads of the corporation interviewing you? That was as if Bill Gates would interview you for a job at Microsoft! You felt very silly right now. This was going to be really embarrassing, but it was too late to chicken out now.

 You just had to go through this with as much dignity as possible, and then maybe go to Vinmonopolet and buy yourself enough alcohol to forget this ever happened. Or, buy a tub of ice-cream and a packet of sprinkles and eat your emotions away. Also a good choice.

 “So, Miss Y/L/N.” Aslaug started, looking down at your application and CV, that were laying on the table in front of her. You had used a template, that you had found online, and also felt stupid about that now. “Why did you apply for this position?” she asked, raising her eyes to watch you patiently. Her features gave nothing away.

 Well.

That was a very good question, actually.

You blinked a few times, now noticing how Ivar’s blue eyes turned away from the windows, looking directly at you. He was more handsome in real life than on TV.

Ivar’s demeanour had changed, instead of slouching in his chair completely bored, he sat up slightly, his head tilted and his whole attention on you. He looked.. for a lack of a better comparison, like a predator watching his prey. You swallowed hard.

 “I.. to be honest, I,.” you swallowed once more. Dignity, you tried to remind yourself. You tried to gather your thoughts, taking a deep breath. “As you have seen in my CV, I am still a graduate student at the University of Oslo, and during my time there, I have worked as the assistant of Professor Geving. This position was mostly administrative, and I have gained an interest in more organisational work and management. The position at your company would provide me with a great chance to expend on my experience, and would also give me a chance to learn about business outside of academia. It would be a splendid opportunity to apply the skills that I have gathered in my past years at University and at my previous job.” You said, what you had more or less prepared the day before, together with your roommate, if a question like that would come up.

 “But your current studies and your Bachelor’s degree have little to do with management and business.” Aslaug stated. It was not a question.

 Most of the other applicants probably had a background in finance or economics or something, so once again you wondered how and why you had been even invited for an interview in the first place.

 You nodded quickly.

“Navigating academia, regardless of subject, requires a great amount of self-management and organisation, just as my previous job has, which are skills I have managed to acquire during my time at University.”

 That sounded so stupid. It had sounded so much better in your head. Aslaug’s face just affirmed that thought, and you were sure, even if the chance had already been very slim, there was no way in Hel you would get this job now. So, it kind of didn’t matter what you would say now, right? You could not embarrass yourself even more.

 “Next to that, the bureaucracy heaven and organisational chaos that is Oslo University have prepared me for any kind of file-, organisation-, or scheduling-horror imaginable, and working as a professor’s assistant has also taught me how to deal with the most eccentric of people in a nice, polite way, no matter their stubbornness.”

 There was a moment of silence. You did not dare to breathe, while the three opposite of you stared at you. Then suddenly, Ivar started to laugh.

 You froze in your seat, watching him shake his head in amusement, not knowing if you should feel even more embarrassed or relieved. Either way, a trip to Vinmonopolet tonight sounded like a good idea to deal with the shock.

 Ivar raised his hand, pointing a finger at you.

“I want her, mother. Cancel the interviews, and send the rest home.” You felt as if you were not the most shocked person in the room right now.

 With that, Ivar pushed himself away from the table, navigating his wheelchair towards the door. He drove past you, not without shooting you an amused smile and a wink that made your heart flutter in your chest.

 Faster than you could comprehend what in Hel had just happened, he had opened the door, and left the conference room, leaving you behind with Aslaug and the other woman. For a second Aslaug seemed speechless, although she hid it better than the woman next to her who gaped at the door.

 “Well.” Aslaug sighed, regaining her composure. “It seems to be your lucky day, Miss Y/L/N.” she stood up, and you followed suit. “It you want to accept, Margarethe here will go with you through the paperwork. If you decide to sign the contract today, we can schedule the times you are available, and you could start with the coming week.”

 With that Aslaug shook your hand for one last time, before she hurried past you, apparently trying to catch up with her son, who was already halfway down the hallway.

[ask-the-bone-boys]

[PREVIOUS]

Karma blinked his eyes open to nothing.

Nothing for miles.

Suddenly aware that he was laying down, he shot upright. There was no change in perspective, nothing that signified that he had sat up at all.

He quickly brought his hands up to his eyesockets, fearing the worst. Had he gone--

No, he could see his hands, so it wasn’t that. His gloves had turned grey. So had his shoes, his bandanna… That wasn’t what he’d put on earlier. He took off one of his gloves, seeing that even his own bones hadn’t gone unaffected. His hand was just… white. There wasn’t a hint of color left, like it had been bleached.

Then, he shivered.

He wasn’t alone.

“Well done!” That voice from the Core congratulated, making him jump. It sounded like it was everywhere at once. “That was the correct decision.”

“Who the hell are you?” He shouted to no one. “What is this place? What do you want?”

“Questions, questions.” The voice chastised. It sounded different with every word, almost like a computer. “You need to learn some patience, my friend.”

Something emerged from the dark, its form hard to make out aside from the small bits of white here and there. Then, it solidified into one large form that towered over him, staring down at him with an unnerving smile. 

“You may call me Doctor Gaster,” the figure spoke without moving its mouth, “Though I have many names, that is the most common.”

“But-”

“Clearly, I am not the one you know. He was merely a puppet, a rather useful one at that,” Gaster explained. “This is my home. It is a universe created by a multitude of royal scientists across the multiverse.”

“Why am I here?”

“If you agree to a deal, you will not be for very long.”

“What deal? Why should I even trust you?”

“It is mutually beneficial, I assure you,” the doctor said. It reached out a large, holed hand and grabbed his shoulder. “I will show you.”

The world around them changed, turning into what looked like someone’s living room. The only light came from the TV, which was playing nonsensical infomercials at a low volume.

Sitting on the sofa in front of it was Papyrus, running the fluff of his jacket through his fingers as he watched. There were dark circles under his eyes. 

“Papyrus!” Karma exclaimed, running over without a second thought. “Where have you been, I’ve been worried sick!”

Papyrus didn’t respond. He just kept watching the TV, like Karma wasn’t even there.

“...Pap? Come on, kid, don’t ignore me,” he said, stepping a bit closer. Getting increasingly concerned by the lack of reaction, he reached out his hand. “...Are you alri--”

His hand phased through Papyrus’s arm.

He drew it back like it had been burned.

“You can see him,” Gaster said, “but he is alone.”

“What-- what did you--,” Karma stammered, “What did you do to me?”

“I did nothing. This was all your doing, my friend.”

“I’m not your fucking friend.”

“Allow me to present the deal.”

The scenery changed again, and this time they were in some hospital room. He was startled to see two more skeletons he recognized, though it was far from a pleasant surprise.

“This is the one who took your brother,” Gaster stated, gesturing to Russ, and then to the monitor next to the bed. “I need his soul.”

“...Monster souls disappear when they die.”

“Which is why you will not kill him.”

“...I’m not following.”

“As more stress is put onto his soul, the weaker it gets. When it is weak enough, I will be able to occupy it as my own.”

“Why can’t you just take it now?”

“I have already tried,” it pointed to the black streaks going down Russ’s face, “to no avail. His soul is still too strong, and I have very little power outside of the Core. You, however…”

The doctor took Karma’s wrist and placed his hand on Russ’s sternum. Unlike with Papyrus, it did not pass through.

“You will do it for me, and following that, you will be able to take your brother home.”

It released its hold and held out one of its own hands.

“Do we have a deal?”

Karma hesitated for only a moment.

“...Yeah, okay,” he muttered, and he shook Gaster’s hand.

“Perfect!” The environment changed one last time before it let go, returning to the black nothing. “Yes, that is very, very good.”

“So what now?” Karma asked, already eager to leave this place.

“For now, you will wait here until you are needed. When that time comes, you will know.”

“Wait, what-”

The figure disappeared, as did the voice. For the first time since he’d arrived here, he felt truly alone.

Probably because he was.