#nooooo buddy….. no you can’t it’s going to take time

[hana-bobo-finch]

whoops it’s time for Nelle Dobbs and Yorke headcanons because these three little bundles of joy didn’t get enough time to shine and I am So Normal about them

DOBBS:

• He got his scars from a duck attack. More specifically Elizabeth. It was one of many issues between him and Charlie that led to them going separate ways

• Him and Charlie don’t actually have much ill will for one another, but they don’t like each other either. Mostly due to the duck attack. They both blame each other for it

• Oldest of the group by a good decade or so

• Prides himself on being the dad-friend of the group. In fact he would probably try to adopt Yorke and Nelle as his own children if given the chance. Yorke and Nelle would absolutely hate being adopted by him.

• He’s somewhat mysterious. Does he have a family? Where does he live? Does he have a job outside of treasure hunting? He won’t tell you that but he WILL tell you the best place to get a fake ID

• He runs an extremely amateur treasure hunting organization. He’s less of his workers’s boss and more so just their buddy

• He advertises his treasure hunting business like it’s an MLM (stuff like DO YOU WANT TO BE YOUR OWN BOSS AND WORK ANY HOURS YOU WANT. GET RICH FAST WITH THIS EASY JOB. Blah blah stuff like that)

NELLE:

• actually a very distant relative of Brittany, but she ended up getting taken in by BRITTANY’S GAY AUNT (auntie bea) and everyone just acts like they’re mother and daughter

• what happened to her actual parents? Who knows? Who cares? She certainly doesn’t.

• wherever she is on the family tree, the specific side she was born in was much more aristocratic than the rest. Even though she lived with Bea for most of her life she still has that classiness she wants to uphold

• doesn’t like Brittany very much. Mostly because Brittany and auntie Bea are so close. She has a deep rooted fear that Brittany will “steal” her mom away. NO Brittany that is MY mother you have your OWN, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

• uses big words for no particular reason. It seems like she’s trying to sound smart but she’s just a living thesaurus and naturally talks like that

• Once dyed her hair to match auntie bea’s dyed hair but immediately regretted it

• basically blind without her glasses but somehow went a majority of her life without them. Also somehow got halfway through med school before she realized oh, it’s actually very hard to perform surgery when you can’t see. Miraculously those first few glasses-less surgeries went smoothly

• she’s aroace. My reason is BAM aroace beam I can project onto characters all I want

• can list every dog breed in alphabetical order

• She has a ton of encyclopedic knowledge and facts memorized but she lacks basic wisdom sometimes. If someone doesn’t keep an eye on her she WILL do something stupid

• tried to smuggle the ancient sirehound on the SS shepherd to take home. It…didn’t work, obviously

• Chronically tired. But at this point she’s just used to it (WHAT NOOOOO I’M NOT PROJECTING AT ALLLLL ITS NOT LIKE I HAVENT FELT WELL RESTED IN YEARS WHAT NOOOOO)

• that being said she completely zonks out when she does sleep. There’s no waking her up. She becomes completely dead to the world.

• Takes her work way too seriously. To the point where she basically sees people as animals. She can easily lug people around as if they were a dog or something. Also accidentally slips into talking-to-a-scared-animal voice sometimes

• earns a lot of money from being such a prestigious vet but has absolutely no idea what to do with the money except for buying more pet supplies

• and to add onto that she has way too many pets. Way too many. But that space dog she found begging for scraps CANNOT be taken to a shelter it must come with her because that is her new best friend

• has a hard time making friends. Even if she likes someone she can’t get attached easily. But when she does get attached she gets VERY attached

YORKE:

• he has a twin sister who he’s a few minutes older than. Her name’s Terri because YORKshire TERRIers. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET THE JOKE. ITS A FUNNY DOG PUN. LAUGH. LAUGH AT MY PUN I SPENT A WHOLE 10 SECONDS COMING UP WITH TH—

• they don’t have much in common but at the same time they would die for each other

• he’s about 10 years older than alph

• gets along best with alph because of their shared interest in engineering

• He gave Alph the nickname airhead due to alph’s absentmindedness. every brother deserves a mocking nickname

• tries to prevent his siblings from knowing about the food crisis as much as possible. With very unconvincing lies. But he’s trying. (nooo we didn’t skip dinner because of a planet-wide crisis, it’s because the big evil Fruit Gobbler Fairy stole it all. Maybe if you did your homework this wouldn’t have happened. She only steals the food of naughty children who don’t do their homework on time)

• (small tw for disordered eating) Barely eats anything in order to make sure his family can have enough. It is absolutely not good for him please get the boy some fruit he’s not ok

• has been working a variety of jobs, mostly night shifts, since he was 15 to earn a bit more money for food. His family would be well off due to drake’s engineering background but THERE ARE TOO MANY CHILDREN TO FEED

• Speaking of too many children, Yorke was pretty much forced to act as a third parent. Please give the boy a break I know I’m making this all up but PLEASE GIVE THE BOY A BREAK.

• Started presenting androgynously as a way to rebel against Society™️ and His Parents™️ but then he realized oh. I like it better this way

• huge softie, huge huge huge softie. Cries extremely easily but he can just casually have a conversation while tears are pouring out of his eyes. He’ll never lose that neutral expression even when crying his eyes out

• very overprotective. If someone insulted his little brother he will track them down and threaten them. Even if they’re a child.

• he would get a ton of piercings but he faints just being poked by a sewing needle. And when he faints he FAINTS. it’s not just a quick black out and he’s fine, he falls straight to the ground and will spend a minute going in and out of consciousness and the next half hour in a puddle of sweat too weak to move

• has already accomplished a ton in life because he had to grow up so quickly. At this point he’s just finishing side quests

that is all goodbye I love my little alph Brittany and Charlie ripoffs <333

[heartlessfujoshi]

flufftober day 29 - kazurei 'say it back'

Title: Say It Back Chapter: 6 of 6 Fandom: Buddy Daddies Pairing: KazuRei (Kurusu Kazuki x Suwa Rei) Rating: Teen (Love Confessions - Domesticated Fluff - Fluff - Kisses) WordCount: ~2,125 Prompt: Hey, wake up!

Read: Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5

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A heavy object fell on Kazuki’s chest, startling him awake with a loud gasp, his chest lifting up into the air. Two small hands touched his face, and it took a few seconds for Miri’s face to come into focus as he stared into her eyes. “Hey, wake up!” She spoke loud, making him wince as her hands stayed planted on his face. “Wake up, Kazuki Papa!” 

“I’m…awake.” He groaned, shifting her to be off of his chest, allowing him to breathe a bit easier as she laid down on his chest. “Why are you here so early?” He asked, yawning. He looked to his left, and saw that Rei was still sleeping soundly. Bastard. 

She giggled against his chest. “Because! You promised we would go out today! And it’s today, Papa!” She lifted her head, the excitement written all over her face. “We’re still going out today, aren’t we, Papa?” 

“We are.” Kazuki had forgotten that he’d promised Miri they would go out together. It had to have been a week ago when he’d mentioned it. Leave it to her to remember such an important day, while he completely had forgotten about it. “But we need to sleep for a little bit longer.”

“Nooooo!” She shook her entire body. “Breakfast now!” 

He knew it was a losing battle. “Yes, yes. Okay, let’s get up, Miri-chan.” 

“Yay!” 

Miri dropped down to the floor with a soft thud, then bounced out of the bedroom and headed down the stairs to the first floor. Kazuki got out of bed, groaning as his chest still hurt from how Miri had woken him up. Reaching down, he shook Rei’s shoulder. “Oy. Get up.” 

“No.” Rei mumbled, his head still turned in the opposite direction. “Sleep.” 

“You won’t get breakfast if you don’t get up now. And you have to wake up - we’re taking Miri out today.” 

The blankets were thrown off, and he saw Rei giving him a death glare. “Why.” 

“Because we told her we would.” He grinned, pleased to see Rei was much more miserable than he was. “Now get up, and help me with breakfast.” 

“I hate you.” 

“Yes, I know you do.” He left the bedroom, feeling much better at having gotten Rei to wake up too. He saw Miri was sitting on the couch, and was watching one of her shows. “Don’t watch for too long, Miri-chan. Breakfast will be ready soon.” 

“Okay, Papa!” She set the remote down, and got comfortable on the couch, singing along to the song being sung on the television. 

He started to put together the mix for pancakes when Rei stumbled into the kitchen, and draped himself against his back. “You’re not helping.” He teased, happy to have Rei’s weight on him as he whisked the ingredients together in a bowl. “Why are you so tired?” 

“Because someone decided last night would be a good time to-”

Kazuki dropped the bowl, and quickly turned around, putting his hand over Rei’s mouth. “Shhh! We can’t talk about that right now!” He nodded his head towards where Miri was sitting. He could see the smirk in Rei’s eyes, which made him cluck his tongue. “Tsch. You jerk.” 

“Right back at you.” Rei quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek, then went over to the couch with Miri, who quickly crawled into his lap to watch the show together. 

He got the pancakes all cooked, and carried them over to the dining room table. “Time to turn the program off.” He got pancakes arranged on their plates, and then sat down. Miri was carried over to her chair by Rei, who set her down gently, and then took a seat across from where Kazuki was sitting. “I hope you like banana pancakes.” 

“It looks yummy, Papa! Thank you for the food!” Miri clapped her hands together, reciting what he’d taught her months ago. 

Both him and Rei repeated the words, and tucked into the food. Kazuki was pleased to see everyone eating fast, glad that he’d made some extras as he knew they would be a hit with both Rei and Miri. He gave them the extras, and once everyone was finished, he got to work cleaning up the kitchen. 

“Miri-chan, would you like to dress up today?” 

“Can I?!” She bounced up and down, nodding her head. “Oh, please, Papa! Does that mean you and Papa will dress up too?” 

“Why not.” He nodded, and saw Rei’s shoulders drop. “It’ll be nice to look nice as a family.” 

“Yay!” 

Rei turned to look at him, a curious look on his face, which made Kazuki grin. “What?” He asked, wanting to hear what Rei thought about his comment. 

“Nothing.” Rei looked at the stairs, and saw Miri was already back on the second floor. “I’ll get her ready.” 

“Thank you, Rei.” He nodded, and saw him walk up the flight of stairs, and then could hear Miri’s peals of laughter as he got her into the bath. 

Kazuki went to their shared bedroom, and found a suit that would be perfect for the day. It was much cooler now, and wearing a wool suit wouldn’t be too much of an issue on a day like today. It was black, and he paired it with an all red shirt, choosing a black tie to complete the look. Rei came in, and gave him a very appreciative look, one that made Kazuki a little sad they had to leave soon, as the look held a promise that he would keep with him until they returned and Miri was in bed. 

He went downstairs and saw Miri was wearing a very beautiful gown that he’d picked up a month ago for her. It had been a little big then, but it fit her perfectly now. “Wow, Miri-chan! You look like a princess!” 

“Thank you, Papa!” She laughed, clapping her hands. “I feel like a princess!” 

Looking up, he saw Rei walking down the stairs, looking very handsome. He knew that wearing a suit meant something different to Rei, but he saw that he’d modified it to be worn with an all black shirt, and a black tie, giving off a menacing look at first glance, but the more you looked at him, the more you could see he wasn’t someone to be afraid of. His hair was up, but it wasn’t the usual ponytail to show his undercut - no, it was half up, with his sides exposed but not the back of his head. 

“Nice hair.” Kazuki complimented him, as Rei walked over to stand next to him. 

“Miri-chan helped me.” Rei commented, giving a wink to the four year old, who was giggling uncontrollably. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Yes, Papa!” Miri jumped up from the couch, her small heels clicking on the floor. “Where are we going again?” 

“Anywhere Miri-chan wants.” Kazuki hadn’t really set a specific place - it was more about spending the time together, rather than a destination. “Where would you like to go?” 

“Can we go get ice cream?” 

He looked at Rei, who had a look of hope in his eyes. Kazuki sighed. Of course Rei would want ice cream this early, because he was practically a child himself sometimes. “Yes, we can go get some ice cream. But then, that means extra veggies for lunch.” He made a point to look at Rei when saying it. 

“Fine.” Both Miri and Rei said, their heads tucked down with a pout on their faces. Kazuki wanted to pull his phone out and snap a picture, as they both looked adorable knowing they were going to have to eat healthy for lunch. 

The ice cream shop was open, and not at all busy. Kazuki bought a banana split for them to share, the three of them sitting at a counter, looking out at the busy street. People would stop and look at them, no doubt jealous that they were eating ice cream at half past nine in the morning, or maybe they were looking at them like they were crazy. Kazuki didn’t care. He listened to Miri tell a story about what had happened at school the day before, and listened to Rei get upset when Miri had said a boy had picked on her. Kazuki was quick to hop into the conversation, informing Rei that there was no need to do anything to the boy, and he would speak to Miss Anna to make sure everything was okay. 

After ice cream, Miri picked going to the Bargain Store, which Kazuki set a strict rule of only getting five things for the day. Rei gave him another look, but he shrugged, knowing that five would be plenty for Miri. They spent almost an hour in the store, as she took picking out her items very seriously, as she weighed the benefits of keeping certain items. To be truthful, Kazuki watched what she put back and made a note to pick it up for Christmas, which was right around the corner.  “Can I get something?” Rei asked him, after they went down the last aisle with Miri. 

He raised his eyebrow up. “Yes? Why are you asking me?” 

“I don’t know.” Rei shrugged. “Just seemed like the right thing to do.” 

Kazuki chuckled. “Go and get whatever. You don’t have to ask me.” 

“Right.” Rei turned on his heel, and went down another aisle. 

Miri picked her fifth item, and they took it up to the register to purchase. “I’ll hold onto this, Miri-chan.” Kazuki held the bag in his hand, as he offered his other hand to Miri, who took it without question. “Let’s go find Rei.” 

“Okay, Papa!” 

Rei was waiting for them outside, and as Miri came up to him, he held out his hand to her, so that she was holding both of their hands as they walked away from the shop. 

“Where to next, Princess?” Kazuki asked, as they came to a stop at a stoplight. 

“I’m hungry, Papa!” 

“Food it is.” 

They made a few turns, and came to a ramen shop that Miri liked. After a hearty meal of ramen, Miri started to yawn, making it painfully clear that the day was going to be coming to an end. He handed his bag to Rei, who took it without a word, as he scooped Miri up into his arms. She immediately put her head on his shoulder, and fell asleep, snoring softly as he carried her all the way home. 

He got her out of her dress, and into some pajamas, and then tucked her into bed. “We’ll go out again soon, Miri-chan.” He kissed her forehead, and heard her mumble something unintelligible as she buried her face into her pillow and fell right back asleep. 

Kazuki went downstairs, undoing his tie as he walked down the stairs, and saw Rei was sitting on the couch with the bag from the Bargain Store on his lap. “Close your eyes.” Rei said, as he came over to where he was. 

Closing his eyes, he heard the bag rustle. “What is this about, then?” He asked. 

“Nothing.” Rei put something soft into his hands. “You can open them now.” 

He opened his eyes, and saw a small blond stuffed bear was sitting on his palms. He looked up at Rei, who had a half-smile on his face. “What’s this?” 

“It’s a bear, Kaz.” 

“I know what it is!” He said, as he took a look at the stuffed animal. “But why?” 

“Saw it, and thought you needed it.” Rei shrugged his shoulders. “If you don’t like it, I’m sure Miri woul-” 

“I like it!” He quickly hugged the bear against his chest. Rei had never gotten him anything before. “I like it a lot.” 

“Then, it’s yours.” 

“Good!” 

He sat down on the couch next to Rei, cuddling the bear against his chest. “Do you think Miri-chan had a good time today?” 

“She’s asleep, isn’t she?” 

“Yes?” 

“Then, I’d say it was a good day.” Rei put his hand on his thigh. “Did you have a good day, Kaz?” 

Lifting his head, he looked at his partner, and smiled. “Any day I get to spend with you and Miri is a good day, Rei.” 

“I had a good day too.” 

“Then I would say this was a success.” 

He leaned forward and kissed Rei on the lips, but kept it chaste as they knew Miri was upstairs and could come down at any moment. Still, it was a nice kiss. Kazuki really had found his family with both Rei and Miri. What was to come was anyone’s guess, but right now - right now, they were his entire world, and he couldn’t have been any happier. 

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Cross-posted to AO3

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Red

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

NO MONOLOGUE 😱😱😱

[“We stole that power first!  It’s ours!”  So she was ranting about this in s1 even before she was ranting about this (re. Alec) in s2, I see]

*sigh* so bitchy. So hot. S’not fair

I’ll live in an abandoned building for that tub  *sigh*

Togan! 😁

How did you know that?  Some good ears  [The water was splashing pretty loudly tbf]  True ☠️

[Max prioritizing herself over the greater good again]  Does she ever not tho?  [True!  Also, it might be fine if she didn't then act like she was some paragon of virtue later]

Must be so dehumanizing for these poor men to be lifted like a rag doll by her

Sorry but.  Buddy there was no blood.  You’re just stupid

["I thought you were dead"  Damn, this is the episode catchphrase, apparently alkdsjf]  ☠️☠️☠️

[OH IT'S THIS ONE!  Get ready to be annoyed]

“Coulda been worse.”  ☠️☠️☠️

“Here’s some spending money” ☠️☠️☠️ *sigh* Must be nice.  She should respect the shit out of him

THEY GONNA HOOK UP!?!

Look here bitchy man

How boujie of him

Oh she kinky

BOUJIE

🥺🥺🥺

Money! 🤣🤣  Yeeep it’ll get you anything

Speaking of off the record… How’d you get this tape

Budddy that’s not healthyyyy!  Stop watching yourself get shot

Nooooo Wot Is Happening How Even Did He get them in there  [Magic]

MEN 😤  [Ma'am, you're married… I remind you that you got yourself hitched to one of them]  He’s different (most days) ☠️  He’s the exception.  But he still has his “men” moments

[OH MY GOD THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  The one time it’s very much not welcome  [Enemies to friends to lovers?]  Does that happen?!  [No aslkdfj]

“It’s all coming back to me now”...  I got my ass kicked by a lady

[btw, her mission security is shit here]

This scene is giving me whiplash

Oh he has escapéd  [laksdjflkajfd the accent is stunning]  ☠️

Did she not think this would happen???? Dumbo.  [Like I said, mission security sucks]  ☠️☠️

[Okay, but her dealing with the guy extorting the working girls was, grudgingly, great]

You know when you got these scenarios where the persons life is in danger but they are stupid?  [All too well]  And keep running away?  I don’t even feel bad when they ultimately get got

*sigh* she's showing off her Manticore stuff without call for it again  ☠️☠️

“My wife” ☠️☠️

Buddy I’m sorry, but you do not have the right lifestyle to be reproducing  [You're not wrong]

Cliche bad guy: has a kid so isn’t “so” bad 🙂🙃

Is he lying?  I feel like he’s lying.  And she’s just stupid.  (Cause she gave the ol soft smile awww he’s a good dad face: Women… we got our flaws too)  [I?  Don't think so?  I think that was genuine]

– – –

Okay… Midpoint *sigh* imma lil rusty.  BUT.  This fecking man (Bruno) is annoying af!  *sigh*  Like, Max is annoying.  Logan is annoying sometimes.  Hell, they all have their moments.  But this man… Like, buddy is such a good father he HAS to call his daughter every night.. but can’t take the fact people are trying to kill him serious enough to stay put!?!  And in all honesty I don’t have too much more. Other than Logan ridiculously torturing himself with reasons he hates the guy he wants max to save ☠️ nothing else has happened til now

– – –

[I maintain that Normal wears makeup]  ☠️☠️☠️  I believe it

I LOVE HER! And him!  [This watchthrough, I'm loving both Normal and OC even more than I did last time]

“Dumbo”  [Look, is you!]  Shush

WHY WOULD YOU GO SEE YOUR KID YOU IDIOTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!  LIKE?!?!?!?!

[Okay but that "yahoo" was adorable]  I know but still  [Shush]

Seeeeeeee  [Shush.  The yahoo was cute]  And the gunman took a giant shit on the cuteness ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buh-ruh  [OH SHIT THEM Rightttttt I remember this]

Ooooh ok fire knife makes sense now

Who is this guy?  [idk but I remember liking him]  Did I miss him coming up  [Nah, I don't think we know him]  Oh 🤣 He just randomly popped up.  I was like….. who are you!?

Oooof I got caught up in the story 🤣🤣🤣 but how cliche: a bomb threat

Oh

Double-cross!  Evil!  Man!  [Did I mention she's kinda dumb for stupidly flaunting her powers... this is why. People. Notice.]  Yep

Welp if he dies… Won’t feel too bad (again)

[Hubris being her flaw again]

Nope not a lick of remorse… Ya deserved it buddy  [This is fair, but the kid didn't]  That’s true and that part sucks. But he could have got her killed getting what he wanted (to see her one more time) so imo she’s better off

Aaaaaack

[Another instance of Max being allowed to verbally express pain/discomfort while she didn't allow Alec the same season 2 courtesy... not that I'm bitter or anything]  So what I’m hearing is alec becomes her (just better) she becomes zach and zach becomes the terminator  [... That-  Yeah, that's a pretty damn good description, tbh]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

No end monologues… This ep was all kinda weird 🤣🤣🤣

– – –

Jezebel: This episode managed to piss me off in multiple ways… *sigh*  Like, this time her bitchiness was deserved ‘cause Bruno was an idiot.

Wench: WAIT THAT'S A GOOD POINT!  This is vaguely off-topic rn but!  Take her bitchiness towards Bruno… Direct it towards Dean… Don’t change anything about her bitchiness and don’t change much of Dean's character… And you have her relationship with Alec.

Jezebel: So she’s just like that all the time. But for NO reason?  *sigh*  Hoooo boy

Wench: I mean.  He's a bit trying at times, sure.  But he doesn’t deserve her shit 

Jezebel: Next seasons reactions are gonna be spicy

Wench: alskdfjla;skdjf I look forward to it

Jezebel: I think that’s all for endpoint tho. Again, this episode revolved around this one story line so much the cameos of the other characters could have been left out and it wouldn’t be noticed.  They were just filler to make it longer lol

Wench: That's true.  This is fair… Til next episode then!

[scripted-downfall]

Dark Angel Reaction: PILOT

@typicalopposite reacts [with occasional asides by scripted-downfall]

Hawkins lab vibes are strong

Shoot them!? They are bebes

Hawkins vibes gone he didn’t try to kill her 😂😂  Just bring her back

Now lady hawke vibes? She fell through the lake

Ok discount Clint Eastwood.

Ma’am.  Ma’am why were you in the clearing.  Where they can see you.  Under the ice.  When there’s all that snow covered spaces

“Hope is for losers.  Still, I hope they are ok.”  LOSER

[scripted-downfall here mentions that clips from this show were used in Hitman despite them not making any sense given the film’s plot]

She was not bouncing around fren.  She was seizing.  There’s a difference

Ok so regardless of how I feel about her character or the actress herself. Ma’am’s foine [scripted-downfall here mentions that she should watch Sin City, then]

I love his accent ☠️☠️☠️

I have met Normal

They have lgbt; How advanced [scripted-downfall here says: OC MY BELOVED]

Oh bby not the first date anniversary

Is that Logan?  On the tv?  I know the voice 😂 Tony was my favorite on NCIS [scripted-downfall confirms because she has no follow-through on the no-spoilers rule.  Also, she’s already said way too much previously to try that now]  now I’m just picturing a news reporter kneeling over a dead body with a quill pen… dipping it in the blood to write

I have no idea what she just said. Just heard ones and zeros… then No way.   

I thought he said he pissed on some one. ☠️☠️  But he said I pissed and moaned

CHEATER!!  CHEATER!!  OMG!  ON THE BIG 1-0!  How dare he?!  MENNNNN

WHAT A GIFT  Bruh.  Men.

“Hey bby girl. I know you're mad at me for leavin you for someone else. But I only did cause you sucked.  Take me back”

“You’re like a mystery… it’s… mysterious”

Ma’am, you can’t drive your bike in here

Them straight across brows Are killing me 

I thought that was Mary.  Or Ellen.  Le gasp

“She was a white lady! With blonde hair and blue eyes. How hard is that to find!”  ☠️☠️☠️

How.  Howwwww.  Did that little ass knife.  Open that door

Don’t do it max- Fuck that.  Lady just yeeted her self off the building

Tony!  I mean Logan

It looks like he cocked a flashlight

This is the most monotone back and forth

That run.  THAT RUN ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh shitttt They slicing him up, poor kid 😖😖😖

[scripted-downfall, while watching the show for the second time: this is the most friendly/smiley I’ve ever seen Max; wth happened!?]

Oh Theo dyinnggg

“We gotta talk” “Nothing” Bruh MEN

🤔🤔🤔 Why did she open the can in his face ☠️

It’s scary spice’s hi for me.

“Let me get my coat”  “The one you’re wearing?” ☠️

A man that understands she’s stronger. A little respect!

Poof she gone  *insert “A ghost!” gif*

Ok Lydia stfu

I’m ded.  This whole scene ☠️☠️☠️  “Imma claw you.” *sticks hand in face… max grabs it*  “let go of my hand.”  Just.  Wot

“I broke into your house.  HOW DARE YOU BREAK INTO MINE?  And then cook for me!?”

Is Peter a robot?  He seems like a robot

“I had to see you… pretty thief lady”

[scripted-downfall interrupts: WTF IS THAT CHIN GRAB I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT]

– – –

Brief hiatus because we had to pause for a bit.  After being asked about what she thought thus far: 

Not too bad.  I’ll definitely have to rewatch it once work comes down and I can watch it at home but I like it

– – – 

Gotta love the classic your telling me exactly how it was but I’m gonna play dumb

He’s like bitch you got a barcode on your neck

Oh nooooo guy got mugged.

 Well, “Mugged”

Oh nooo Theo

Ninja kids!  Minus one

Ooooh. Normal, buddy… you just put your foot all the way down your throat [scripted-downfall interjects: Yeah, he, uh.  Does that a lot.]

Not robot Peter!!!

Ahhh guilt

So she gonna go save the kid?

Is that discount Clint Eastwood?

“Oh pretty boy! I’m sawwry I got you ded”  [scripted-downfall: I hadn’t noticed the religious imagery starting this early because I didn’t know the significance from Pollo Loco.  That’s interesting.]

He needs to just sit up and go… bitch wtf are you talking about

Pshhhh you’re face screamed guilt shush woman

“I don’t feel guilt. Imma save him… cause he’s pretty. And imma talk to him and tell him a story the whole time… but I don’t feel guilty”

Blahblahblah angsty girl blah

Side note: We should totally watch a scary movie and commentate on it [scripted-downfall: YES.]

No one sees spider girl.  Yeah. Right

Well that was easy ☠️

Ooo 👀  [scripted-downfall: ma’am is looking disrespectfully]

Her hair is a lil greasy tho

… welp I had a dirty thought to that ☠️  Just gonna keep it to myself ☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️ MEN

Le gasp Is she double crossing or is this part of it?

You have tired eyes.  But… same so eh

Typical MANNNNN

SAME MAX (her face at his little attempt)

Oooh super speeed [scripted-downfall: as you can see, she’s being very subtle about being from Manticore]

She just threw that man by her ears

Did she really ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [scripted-downfall: was that about her smacking his ass?] Yes.  She pulled his pants down and I was like…. What’s this rated again  [Yes.]

How long can ma’am hold her damn breath. Cause GEEEEZ [scripted-downfall: Another Manticore power.]

Okie dokie [scripted-downfall: *inserts Supernatural “I like him; he says okey-dokey” gif*.]

Why is the one holding his mouth like that!?!

angelic music cause buddies are dumb

Clint sees something [scripted-downfall: His name is Lydecker, btw]

Nah man you just had her, dummy

More angelics to ride away angstily on

[scripted-downfall: This won’t make sense yet, but I didn’t realize that Sky was already here in the pilot.]

Oh wow Normal. That’s dirty.  They just be shipping people. That’s- Is that legal?  IS THAT LEGAL?  I can’t even take my dad in the car with out his death certificate; cops might think he’s cocaine [scripted-downfall:  I don’t think the cops much… care.]

Oh so is he paralyzed the whole show? [scripted-downfall: It’s… iffy.  You’ll see.]

“I need you to do a little leg work for me” Cause mine don’t

Angelics one more time.  [scripted-downfall: You do know the show’s called Dark… Angel.  Yeah?  :)]  On top of a building.  In front of the moon.  How angsty.

-- -- --

I like it!  But alas I cannot watch another!  I’ll publish a summary judgement later though

[scripted-downfall: That's a wrap, folks! Next episode will be... tomorrow? *smiles and puppy-dog-eyes at @typicalopposite and prays it works*]

[thedelolos]

neverafter ep. 4live thoughts

okay here are my live thoughts from neverafter ep. 4 under the cut

Live thoughts on Neverafter 4

The opening didn’t change?? I hope that this means good things for the party 

THEY STARTED WITH BRENNAN ALONE ufbbuw Like you can just tell by the audio quality change (there aren’t any other people to reverb against so the mic sounds flatter)

YES GEPPETTO

WE ARE GETTING TIMELOOP? HVGJHKGHHKT

SOLO PLAY

“Hey lou, you wanna come play some dnd?”

“I don’t know, cause it feels like you’ll kill me again”

This is great truly

Wait are we getting like? An episode of solo sessions?? That’s really cool tbh

I will be making a lou reaction image because these facial expressions that he’s making are really good Poor pinocchio, i can’t imagine being in this state 

“While the world was changing, the rules were not” i think that line is actually really powerful, like it’s small. But i think it is central to pinocchio as a character. 

WHO’S THIS??

WE GOT A CRICKET

Where’s my ghost cricket art 

Yooo Pinocchio ghost 

One man’s dead is another man’s alive

Pinocchio is so sad and i feel bad for him 

“With that attitude it might just stay different”

Strings?? Stepmother again? 

Wait was that the door behind brennan?? That’s really cool 

Gosh Stepmother is terrifying 

A missing doorknob?? He actually got the door knob.

WAIT BRO DON’T TELL HER BRO 

‘YOU WERE FRUENDS”

NO THE NOSE 

Give me the knife

Untranslusent 

The long arm, this is really some other mother stuff 

Pinocchio gotta break that nose back off quick, he’s gonna have to lie if he wants to break free of her   

SNAPS THE NOSE OFF YOUR FACE YO WHAT

Yeah i’m officially terrified of her 

“Who do we know who has blood?”

NOOOOO SHE’S GONNA TAKE BLOOD FROM HIS DAD NOO

BRENNAN BIRD NOISES

NOOOO SHE USED HIS NOSE 

SHE’S SO EVIL AND MANIPULATIVE

No more Senator?? *cries*

“Dreamy – and all it cost was my father’s blood”

“The mice were not taken into consideration” no because nobody ever remember the mice

A NAT 20 AND NO ONE IS HERE TO CELEBRATE

Violence in Amanti?? 

Like the drawings in tim’s book?? Interesting. So it seems like she has some sway over the stories, if she can put him into a new one 

I’m really curious to see how things change for pib 

Dropped attachments? Dropped to all fours 

Follow the curiosity, become a truer version of yourself 

SPIRIT CAT 

Shedding your skin? 

Wait are they the same people who become different people in different tales? 

So the role of the cat is to subvert the story one way or another? 

Could Zac come back as the rabbit or the fox? 

“Not all shit’s the same buddy” 

Cat i love you never change 

New boots and cape, a darker story? 

A little less paddington lol  

A ring and daggers, inchresting 

Wolf’s fang daggers

She awakes back in her bed, fresh flowers in the the vase. Wait are we finally gonna get to meet cindy?? 

Yo this armor is cool as hell 

“We’re somewhere a little unfinished”

“We can die more often than most people”

Poor Rosamund

So do Rosamund and Cinderella and Snow

Destiny is a project by the fairies 

This line about the coat is epic 

So Rosamund is a Ranger 

Cinderella is an Eldritch Knight Fighter or Paladin maybe?

A Snow is a spellcaster, based on the learning line i’m gonna go wizard 

CRIT

DANG THESE NARRATIVE CRITS 

So the book has awakened the party?

 Many of the kinder worlds have already died, keep an eye out for witches and and especially fairies 

12 DANCING PRINCESSES??

So basically Snow and Cindy are creating a coalition of princesses 

7 fairies?? 

Wisdom as one of the gifts? That makes so much sense with rangers being wis casters

YOO She’s got the spindle now that’s so cool, i wonder if she can use that to put other people to sleep, like if it is attached to an arrow 

I wonder if Red and Pib are in the same woods, 

“you already killed me once?” is that how red got her curse?

I wonder if the cha check is gonna come up 

Ylfa i love you you silly little girl

“The only time you will accept to make your life worthwhile is forever” that’s metal brennan

“My grandma taught me how to shop” 

YLFA ASKING ABOUT JACK CRYING

Ylfa really do be like, “Can I call my grandma? I’d like to phone a friend”

YLFA I’M CRYING SHE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS WORLD

“There’s a part of her that ate the wolf too” grandma got grandma swag 

I really hope that the warmth on the cloak is a protection enhancement or something bc if were gonna open ylfa’s bottleneck again then she’s gotta have a higher AC lol 

Blood in the water oh no 

MURPH NAT 1 

YO IT’S PINOCCHIO’S FAIRY

I’m very suspicious of her 

Mmmm nope i’m here for the princess revolution i don’t trust the fairies 

NOPE DO NOT TELL THIS FAIRY ABOUT THE BOOK 

“If anything this is a sequel” lol

So Elody is part of the princess pact (yes that is what i am calling the princesses now)

DO NOT GIVE THIS SHARD

I don’t think she can touch the glass because it’s an artifact to go in the book 

Wait so did gerard never get turned human in this new story?

Curious to see how ally’s play through is different because mother goose is the holder of the book 

“Run afoul” i’m crying brennan

Mother goose is preserving the stories in the way they should be and leaving them happy?

So jack is not mother goose’s son in this world So that is how this world will be darker for mother goose, because his son won’t be his son there 

So the gander is satan and the goose is god? 

WAIT WAS I RIGHT ABOUT MOTHER GOOSE’S SUBCLASS?? COLLEGE OF SPIRITS WOULD BE SO GOOD IF THEY CAN JUST SUMMON STORIES FROM THE BOOK 

Maybe it’s a modified version of the subclass with the stories as new homebrewed tale from beyond options to choose from 

I think i trust the goose? Because the goose doesn’t seem to want to control the stories 

“You view all the world as your children” crying 

“It’s a very safe waiting room”

Extra spells known?? Intriguing, hopefully more crowd control and heals 

“The book is not as special as the man who holds it” 

Yay everyone back to the table!!

That was a really good episode, i’m really glad that we have this timeloop this is gonna be a fun season

[passingdaysthings]

11.21.2022 - A Letter to That Fucking Whore, Taylor

Today is Monday. I wonder if you will ever get to read this. Tbh, I would let you if you ask me because I don’t mind being honest as you know. The only issue is that you may never know about this letter’s existence. 

Hey, you little bitch. You are literally so annoying that I can’t handle it. You just had to go and change our relationship dynamic by talking about sleeping together, huh? I was totally cool with being just close friends, but nooooo, you had to ask me to be your cuddle buddy which somehow escalated to FUCKING. LIKE WHAT? Who just wants to sleep with their best friend with no feelings?? I think that’s when my feelings manifested because they were just chilling, but no, you had to go and push them up to the forefront by calling me babe and talking about sleep with me. SMFH. You’re a little shithead. ugh. Two months of my poor brain in turmoil thinking super hard about our friendship. My brain is still in turmoil because we have a new problem. ONE THAT YOU DIDN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT. Excuse me, sir. How are we supposed to sleep together and it be okay with our future significant others? THINK ABOUT IT. You said that you did that in the past, but don’t you think that it is a huge red flag? Wouldn’t you want your future significant other to feel comfortable with us spending time together? Maybe I am thinking too hard about this because I have never lived the whore life like you did, and I have never slept with my friends (like you). It’s not something I really take lightly. You also said fine, we just don’t have to sleep together, but like, would that really work? If we were together, would we not have any interest in sleeping together? For me, I would still have interest because we literally talk about it in detail, and I am just not someone who forgets those kinds of things easily. It’s also kind of my fault for going with the flow of things. I think we would both need to agree not to sleep together and delete all the pictures which I tried, but idk why I went back to it. And you, would it hurt you to clarify some things in our relationship? There is legit no way you think this is normal, right? NO ONE WHO KNOWS ABOUT US THINKS OUR RELATIONSHIP IS SIMPLY ONE OF BEST FRIENDS. There is also no way you can tell me that you have had another friendship that is like ours and is on the same level as ours. I definitely haven’t. I swear to god if you tell me that you tried to fuck Ryan, I will do my very best to best your ass. You. Make. My. Life. So. Difficult. 

Now that I have gotten those more angry feelings out of the way. I really do appreciate having you in my life because you have definitely added a new personality and element to it. I’ve never met someone like you. Literally. Never. I have never had a best friend express interest in sleeping together. Crazy. I’ve also never had one that I haven’t met in person before. Those facts aside, I think that you are genuinely a great person who has been dealt bad cards, and you are the way that you are as a result of those cards. I also think they’ve influenced you kind of poorly because I don’t agree with your views on guns nor Trump. You always act hard and okay, but I really feel like you just need a hug or someone to lean on every so often. I don’t mind being that person for you. I feel like I have been a few times throughout our friendship, but I don’t think I can continue being that person forever. I will continue to be that person for now, but you’re going to feel differently when I get a significant other. We met at the time I had a boyfriend, but we weren’t close to the degree that we are now. I would feel really guilty if I wasn’t there for you, but I would also feel bad for my significant other due to the complexity of our friendship so it would really put my mind in turmoil. I remember that we were talking about my wedding, and how I would invite you to come, and you said you would greet my s/o with “Hello, Im Taylor the person your future wife spends all her time with”. I didn’t disagree too much at the time, but in reality, I would end up spending less time with you. I would still spend time with you, but it would be significantly less compared to now. It actually makes me kind of sad thinking about it. That’s all for the future though. I might even be single for the rest of my life because who knows what the future holds. For now, I will continue to be someone you can lean on, but I hope that you can find a nice girl who can dedicate her time to you and who can support/treat you even better than me. My biggest hope is that you can truly feel happy with your life. I may not express it well, but I really care a lot about you. I always want you to do the things you enjoy, I always want to support your goals and dreams regardless of how big or small, and I want to one day hear you tell me that you are happy. 

Lastly, I love you so please be happy, bestie. 

Love always, 

-Paula  

[ssreeder]

bestie yes i have decided we are besties

don’t know why i do this but in liab the arc yes arc where sokka helps zuko escape zhao’s tent and then sokka helping zuko bathe in the log cabin i always go back and read it

there’s just something so intimate about it that it keeps pulling me in to read like every other week

EYYYYYY BESTIE!!!

I’m really glad you liked that scene!! It wasn’t Sokka’s most clearly thought through moment, but it was really sweet because of how tenderly he cared for Zuko. Sokka really wanted to wash away his friends hurt and make everything better…

I think he kind of regrets it now, looking back and realizing how intimate it was after such a horrific thing happening to Zuko,,, but I think Zuko appreciated it.

Maybe the boys will get a bath again soon… one can only hope.

[134340am]

yuna yuna! congrats on your milestone! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ for your event, may i request kuroo & #13 (asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone)? giving you smooches and head pats too !!!

kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.1k words, sfw + cw food part of my 500 frens celebration! + read the bakugou ver. here

13. asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone 

we’re going to osaka! said kuroo’s text.

you raise an eyebrow at the message, fingers still flying over your keyboard as you tied up the findings of your quarterly sales report. you ignore his text in favour of keeping your concentration—just a few more sentences to go, aaaaaand done.

i said, we’re going to OSAKA!!! came the subsequent text. 

i know, they already told me this morning, you wrote back. then, can we get coffee later?

you set your phone aside to reach for your mouse, but kuroo writes back before you can click on anything.

let’s go now. my treat.

the corner of your lips turn up automatically. today’s gonna be a good day.

osaka turned out to be a short trip with a small team—five days and four nights, seven people. seems like kuroo forgot to finish up the second half of his text, which should’ve read we’re going to osaka to work and not we’re going to osaka to slack off—which was what you would have greatly preferred, after finishing that monster of a report.

five slow days of conferences (boring), networking (gross), presentations (stressful) and rushing from place to place later, you finally find some time to decompress with your work buddy—and by time, you mean at two in the morning in his hotel room, five hours before your scheduled shinkansen takes you back to tokyo. 

you can’t believe you used to think that you’d have your life together by the time you became a working adult, because this—bingeing on junk food and beer in the middle of the night—seemed far from having your life together. if anything, it only reminds you of when you and kuroo would stay up all night in college, just chatting and laughing and dicking around. 

five years later, you’re glad you’re seated on a plush hotel room bed and not the grimey floor of his little dorm room. and instead of spending all your time agonising over exams, you’re gossipping about your colleagues with your best friend, getting distracted by the tv intermittently, and shoving dried potato strips into your mouth while taking turns to tell horror stories. 

“so he told his friend that he’d meet him back in the bedroom, and his friend said ‘okay’,” you whisper, your voice dipping to a low, slow crawl. “but when he got back to his room—which, mind you, only took him, like, ten seconds on foot—his friend was already in bed, snoring away.” 

kuroo stares back at you, alarmed. “...then who did he see in the kitchens?” 

you smirk. “what do you think, tetsurou?”

“fuck, that’s scary.” he runs a hand through his hair, then scrubs at his eye with his palm. you can tell that he’s actually scared now: his shoulders are tense and his back is stiff, a whole 180 from an hour ago when the two of you were chattering away about souvenirs you’ve bought.

“yep, it is,” you agree, peeling yourself off the end of his bed and dusting crumbs off your shorts. “and i’ve run out of ghost stories, so that’s all for tonight.”

“hey, no fair. you have to stay and listen to mine—it’s only fair that we go to sleep equally scared.”

an amused laugh bubbles in your throat as you toss empty jelly cups and snack wrappers into the bin. “tetsu, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. you know i’m pretty much not scared of anything. save your energy for tomorrow, okay?” 

“nooooo, don’t wanna.” he’s whining now, that big baby. “come back here and talk to me.”

“it’s late, tetsu. i gotta go to bed too.”

“you can just sleep here.”

“no, you snore.”

“aw, c’mon! we used to do this all the time—i let you borrow my notes and sleep in my bed and i didn’t even say anything when you started drooling on my arm.”

you stop in your tracks, offended, and whirl around to stare at kuroo with a hand on your hip. “for the record, kuroo-san, your notes were of no use, you wouldn’t let me out of your room, and— and—”

(you had no excuse for the drooling.)

“—why are you trying to stop me from leaving, anyway?” you look at him. closely. his back is shoved into his pillow, sheets pulled all the way up to his chin, leaving his toes peeking out the other end. he looks… small, like he’s shrunken in on himself.

“tetsu, are you— are you scared of the dark?”

“...no,” he says, the pout evident in his tone.

“then you should be fine.” you turn around to leave. 

“no!”

you look back at kuroo, at the lump of blankets on the bed. a wild mess of dark hair peeks out the top, alongside two sad eyes—puppy eyes—downturned into a frown. 

“i’m not scared of the dark,” he argues, throwing the blanket down and running a hand through his hair. “just to be clear, i simply think it won’t be safe for you to walk back to your room all by yourself. and since i’m too sleepy to walk you back, you’d just have to stay with me.”

you laugh. “bullshit, tetsurou.”

an offended gasp. “rude!” 

“but sure, since it’s so dark out, and the one-minute walk down the well-lit corridor definitely can’t be safe for little ole me!” you sing, lifting the edge of the blanket and sliding in next to kuroo.

it’s warm, so very warm. your heart flutters in your chest and all of a sudden you’re back in your final year of college again, falling into bed with kuroo after a long night of studying. it’s a different bed now, this one much comfier, but it’s the same warmth, the same sense of comfort and safety cocooning your body. and right next to you is the same boy you fell in love with so many years ago, the boy who lent you his notes and his shoulder to cry on, the boy who gave you a home to return to at the end of every tiring day.

maybe you’ll be cursing yourself for this in the morning—for staying up so late, for sleeping in kuroo’s bed again, for skipping on your nighttime skincare routine. you’re not that young anymore. a late bedtime means a bad tension headache in the morning, and if you forgo moisturiser before bed, you’ll definitely see the dry patch between your eyebrows resurface. 

but maybe, just maybe, you can let things go just this once. because when else will you be in osaka again, sleeping next to kuroo and drooling on his arm with a train to catch in a few hours?

you might not have your life together, not just yet, but you have this—this very moment with kuroo, tender and timeless.

looks like things do work out eventually, after all.

a/n: sayu bby, this is a day late but congrats on finishing your test!!! have this as a lil gift o((>ω< ))o i appreciate your friendship so so much, thank you for always sending me the sweetest good morning and good night messages and for being so supportive of my writing T^T i lov u, my honey bunny!

> read the bakugou version of this prompt here!

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[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

MONKIE KID SEASON 3 EPISODE 9 REACTION 

ALRIGHT

ALRIGHT

ALRIGHT, GOTTA

CHILL

CHILL OUT

BE CALM—I AM SO NOT READY FOR WHATEVER IS IN STORE FOR ME IN THE NEXT TWO EPISODES I CAN FEEL IT I KNOW IT, I ALREADY HAVE SOME THEORIES 

oh gosh

reading the title just active my fight or flight response WBGBSLDK;FMG;OAIFMAOEFW 

I AM SO NOT READY OH NO OH NO BGS;LDKFM;A;BAOEFWIM OH NO

A D R E N I L I N E  

WOW I AM FULL OF FEAR BGS;DLKMF;GN;OAIWEFAWE HERE WE GOOOOOOO SCREAMS 

I’M STALLING

I CAN’T EVEN PRESS PLAYGSDFKLMGOHAEF 

OKAY OKAY

HERE WE GO 

DIVING IN HEAD FIRST 

FOR HOODIE WUKOOOOOOONG 

MONKIKIIEEE KIDDD

FAMAILAR TALES

NEW ADVENTNRKJEDFLKALFMOEW

I’M GONNA PERISH 

THIS IT FOR SURE

OH I JUST REMEMBERED HOW THE LAST EPISODE ENDED I’M GONNA DIE 

HOLY CRAP THAT’S SOME SERIOUS POWER 

JUST IMAGINE IT’S THE DAY OF THE FESTIVAL CELEBRATING YOUR TOWN AND THEN THIS WBLK;GFMA;OFHAWOE

WUKONG LEANING AGAINST THE WALL I LOVE HIM BUT THE LIGHTING AROUND HIM IS ACTUALLY MAKING ME SO CONCERNED 

“I’M OKAY WITH RUSHING HIM” DARN RIGHT MK UR DOING AMAZING MY DUDE BGKLDSMFAWE 

IT’S SO WEIRD SEEING ALL THREE RINGS IN MK’S HANDS 

HECK OKAY I CAN BE CHILL I CAN BE CALM I AM SO FREAKING NOT CALM RN I’M SCREAMIGNSAF;LAWE 

THE WAY THEY KEEP SHADOWING HIS FACE

LIKE MONKEY KING’S FACE SHADED IN SHADOW THIS IS MAKING ME SO CONCERNED 

W

WHAT WSA THAT LOOK

WHAT WAS THAT LOOK 

WE’RE FINE WE’RE FINE WE’RE FINE 

IF MEI’S THE FORTH RING I’M GONNA BREAK SOMETHINGGBS;DLAKFMA;OWEHF;IOMAEW

FACE STILL SHADOWED 

OH BOY

OH BOY

AND THERE’S THE CONFRONTATION I WAS 

HH

OH  BOY 

THE WAY THAT THEY’RE DRAWING MONKEY KING RN OH NO OH NO OH NO 

HE’S SO GONNA SPLIT HE’S SO GONNA SPLIT HE’S SO GONNA SPLIT THIS IS GBS;DLFMG;OAIEWMF I AM SO FEAR I’M SO FEAR 

OHHHH 

OHH BOY 

OH BOY 

AHAHAHGBSADLFKMA;WOE

NEZHA PULLING UP LIKE: whats up losers—

REALLY WANTS TO SHOW OFF HIS RIDE, AND HONESTLY FAIR IT’S A BOP 

they’re gonna get separated aren’t they oh nooooo

OH WOWO FIGHT 

WOW 

WHEN NEZHA THROWS

THE FIRE RINGS

I’M NEVER GONNA GET OVER WUKONG’S EXPRESSION WHEN IT’S COMING AT THEM 

WOW OWOWOWOWOWGSA;LKAGH;OIFMA;WOEFIJ

NEZHA REALLY SAID TO HECK WITH THEMS MORTALS ON BOARD HUH BG;LKSDM;G;OIMF 

WHOAH

SPEED 

SHUT UP DUDE WHAT THE HECK 

MONKEY KING IS STUPID FAST ACTUALLY 

THE ANIMATION IN THIS EPISODE IS ON FIRE, AND I AM SO FEAR BECAUSE EVERY TIME THE ANIMATION IMPROVES STUFF IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN FR FR I’M GONNA GO FERAL LOSE MY MIJND SCREAMIGNB;AMWEF 

Nezha: sun wukong

Wukong: *PANIC* 

sidebar but i love wukong in a hoodie fr, and Pigsy’s jacket is still everything to me 

I LOVE WUKONG HE’S SO STUPIDGLSDFMOAWE 

NEZHA CAME HERE TO FIGHT BUD I’LL BET UR IN TRHOUGBELGNLAMFWE

THAT EPXRESSION

OH THE STAND OFF IS GOR—

TANG

TANG OH MY GOSHGBDLFAMWEO

WHERE’D OU GET THE BROOM

BUFF TANG REALGBLSDAKMFA;OHWE

I’M CRYINGBSL;KFM;AWE 

WHY WOULD U THROW THE POOR MAAANNN BGLKSDMFAWOE 

I MEAN I WOULD TOO IF STRANGER GOT INTO MY PERSONAL BUBBLE BGLKSDAMF;OAWHIEMF 

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MONEKYGSLDFKAMWEF

SNEAKY PEAKY

WUKONG PLEASE 

THE NERVOUSNESS AND THEN JUST DID YOU TAKE A SNEAKY PEAKY WUKONG PELASEB;LGAMFWE

THE ACCUSING TONE AND EXPRESSION 

I’M NOT OVER THE WAY HIS FACE IS STILL SHADOWED I’M SO FREAKING FEARFUL 

ALSO THE WAY HE KEEPS PUTTING HIS HANDS BACK INTO HIS HOODIE POCKETS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME 

 NEZHA B;ALDFM;AOWEF

Nezha: I knew the ring was safe in Chang’e’s care 

Sir

Sir

Sir you

you threw it at the moon 

and she just picked it up and had no idea what it was 

you

you really threw your ring at a place 

literally exactly like Monkey King did 

buddy

buddy please

she didn’t even know what it was

she literally gave it away to them please BG;LKAWMEFAWH;OEF 

(i mean after they stole it but like BG;LKMWA;EOF) 

ACCUSATIONS FLYING ALL OVER THE TRAIN FEELING PRETTY CRAMPED 

HE’S BASHING DBK FOR—DUDE WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HE HID IT IN PLAIN SIGHT AND INSURED IT WOULD ALWAYS BE GUARDED

HE’S THE MOST RESPONCIBLE OUT OF ANY OF YOU OH MY GODS GB;SLDAFMSGNOAWIEFM 

WUONG YOU TOO?? 

BGL;SKADFMO;AWEF

YEAH CALLING WUKONG OUT YET AGAIN FOR HIS ABSOLUTLYE TERRIBLE HIDING SPOT BG;LKSAMF;OAEW 

THAT’S FAIR THAT’S FAIR 

OH MAN THIS IS SO FUNNY AND I’M BG;LSDKFMOWAE 

MAN KID U SOUNDING A LITTLE SALTY OVER NOT GETTING ALL THE RESPONCIBLITY 

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME RN 

HE’S SO MAD ABOUT THIS BUT LIKE, MY GUY IF YOU HAD THE RINGS ON YOU, WUKONG WOULD HAVE TAKEN THEM EP 1, AND IF YOU HID THEM AS WELL AS YOU DID YOUR LAST ONE, UH… YEAH NO FIGHTS NECCISARY THEY COULD’VE JUST TAKEN THEM— GNSLDKFMA;WOEF 

AH 

AH 

NO NO

BACK AWAY FROM MK SIR RIGHT NOW 

YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GET EM

AWAY FROM THE LAD

THE TWO RANDOM PEOPLE STILL JUST SITTING THERE WATCHING THIS BGL;ASKDMFA;OWEF

WHAT A PUNCH 

GREAT SAGE STRUCK FIRST

WUKOGN FIGHT 

THE

“LET ME HELP YOU” 

AND 

H

THE WAY WUKONG LOOKS BACK, JUST

HGHSDLFASFAWOMEF 

I’M GONNA START CRYING STRAIGHT UP 

AAARRGHHHHGHDBF;LAKM;OHGA;OIWEF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

AAA THE WAY THEY KEEP

HIS FACE HASNT’ BEEN CLEAR OF SHADOW LIKE THIS WHOLE TIME 

THIS MONKEY IS JUST

FR VISUAL OF HIS LACK OF COMMUNICATION AND STUFF HE’S HIDING AND PROBABLY WHAT HE’S ABOUT TO DO I AM SO FEAR.PNG 

MK’S FACE WHEN HE YELLS “GO!” AND THEN JUST STEELS HIMSELF AND A NOD 

NEZHA’S FIGHT ANIMATIONS ARE SO GOOD I’M FREAKIGN 

I CAN’T WAIT TO USE THIS IN AN EDIT I’M GONNA GO FERAL Y’ALL I’M GONNA GO COMPLETELY BONKERS INSANE 

THERE THEY GOOOOO

N THEN 

IS THAT A

DECOY 

IS THAT A DECOY RINGBDSLK;FAWE

THE

THE HOODIEEEE

NOOO

I MISS THE HOODIE ;A; 

MONKEY KING IS SO FREAKING COOOL THO 

WOW THEY ARE SPEED

CAN GOT 

OH MAN RIGHT I FORGOT MAC’S STILL AROUND 

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT 

NEZHA AIN’T PLAYING 

HOO BOY 

SPEAR REALLY ALMOST STRAIGHT UP KILLED THE MONKEY GADL;SKFMAW;EO 

OH BOYYY

WE HAVENT’ HAD A FIGHT SCENE LIKE THIS SINCE THE MAC EPISODE I’M SCREAMINGBFL;AWE 

I MEAN WE’VE HAD LOTS OF GOOD FIGHTS BUT THIS

THIS IS IMMORTAL AGAINST IMMORTAL HOO BOY 

OH

OHHH

OH HE GOT HIM

HE CUT HIS FACE

IT LEFT A MARK 

HELLO??? 

YEAH NEZHA KINDA HAS MORE WEAPONS THAN WUKONG HAS SO HE’S PROBABLY GONNA WIN NGL

OR LIKE, MAC’S GONNA SHOW UP AND SNIPE THEM BOTH GBSL;KMAWEF 

GBSA;DLFKMAW;OEIG WUKONG JUST CAN’T STOP GETTING THROWN THROUGH MOUNTAINS HUH BGSD;LKFM;OAWE 

HEY

HEY THAT’S THE

“Alright, that hurt” THAT’S THE SAME SPOT 

THAT

HEY

WAIT

HOLD UP

SEASON 3 EP 1 HE WAS CLUTCHING THAT SIDE THE WHOLE TIME 

MANS BEEN INJURED THIS WHOLE TIME 

STRAIGHT UP 

HELLO

AND THE SCRATCH IS GONE NOW

I SWEAR STRAIGHT UP THIS MAN GLAMOURS HIS INJURIES HIDES THEM  

HECK 

SO EITHER HE’S STILL HORRIBLY INJURED OR THAT JUST RE-INJURED THE INJURY AS HE WAS HEALING 

THE WAY

WBG;LKMFAWE

THE WAY NEZHA STOPS TO SHOW HIM THE RINGS AND LOOKS SO PROUD OF HIMSELF 

HE COULD HAVE JUST KNOCKED MONKEY KING THE HECK OUT (Wukong looked like he was expecting that) OR LIKE, FLOWN AWAY, BUT NO, WANTED TO SHOW HIM HE’S THE WINNER FIRST FR “SEE HOW COOL I AM SUCKER” EMO TEEN FR GBSLKFMAWOE 

“and dumber” :3 FR HE REALLY LAUGHED LIKE THAT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BGJKLASDFMAWOE 

NEZHA PLS GLASKFMWEO HE JUST WANTS TO BE THE WINNER BRUH HOLDING HIM GENTLY I HOPE YOU��RE A LITTLE WINNER ONE DAY DUDE 

OH NO

OH NO NO NO 

HAHA CALLED IT

TOLD U MACAQUE WOULD

SHOW UP 

UH 

WOW

YEAH HE’S

THERE IS NO ENJOY,MENT THERE THIS MAN IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE NOW, AND STILL SCARED EVEN WHEN HE’S NOW PROBBALY MORE POWERFUL THAN BOTH OF THOSE TWO FR 

MONKEY’S IN PAIN AND FIGHTING TO SURVIVE RN THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I THINK HE’S ENTERED A FIGHT WITHOUT A SMIRK ON HIS FACE AND I AM AH 

AH

MY GUY 

MY GUY

GBSD;FLKAMW;E YEAH

YEAH JUST ONE-SHOTTED THEM BG;LSDKMF;AOWE

THE DIFFERENC IN EXPRESSION 

Nezha: IS THAT :0 

Wukong: -_- 

he is so done b;GLKMAWEFO 

OH MAN

DANG

NO LAUGH

NO GLOATING

NO NOTHING 

BLUE

H

HEY

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA

OH MAN

OH MAN

OH NO STAIRS 

GB;SLADKFMAOWEF 

OH WAIT

HEY

THIS IS THE PLACE

THIS IS THE SPLIT PLACE

YEAH TANG

YEAH

UM

WE’RE FOR REALS

WE’RE FOR REALS HERE

FR FR F R

REINCARNATION OF CREW FOR REALL

YEAH

YEAH

LETS FREAKING GO

LETS FREAKGNSDFNS;GNRE;IOHG;AOWIEFMAG;OHAWE

I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE JUST SAYING OH FOR THE LAST THREE MINUTES I’M LOSING MY FREAKING MIND 

I’M SCREAMING IT’S FOR REALL GBAS;DLFM;AOWEF 

Also this is so funny cause it’ll be all of them 

like having this crisis

cause it’s just them that are the crew

and then u got Mk who’s just there like regular dude: what are y’all talking about—  BG;LAWKEMF 

familiar indeed

YEAHHHHHHH

THEY DID IT BGSD;LAKFJA;G;OIAWE

FR HE IS THE ONLY NORMAL DUDE HERE GB;LSKFMA;G;OWE PLEEEEEEAAAASSEEEEEB 

MK FR THE REGULAR DUDE IN THE SHOW I’M SOBBING BFGS;LDKMFA;WOEF 

HEY PIGSYYY

I LOVE THEM 

BRUH

BRUH

The fact when pigsy says the thing about the map, and I literally in real time did the same thing mk did with the hand on chin and didn’t realize til I looked up at the paused frame of Mk’s face i’m BG;LKWEMF;OAWEF 

ITHERE IT IS

THAT’S CAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT THERE WE GOO 

SCREAMING 

IF THEY DO

KAY IF THEY DO THAT THING

WHERE WUKONG TRIES TO FALL BACK INTO THJAT BANTER AND MACAQUE JUST DOESN’T RESPOND OR JUST STAYS SERIOUS I’M GONA LOSE IT CAUSE IT’S USUALLY THE OTHER WAY AROUND 

NEZHA LOOKS SO SUPRRISED TAHT WUKONG IS TALKING 

Ngl tho Nezha and Wukong just seem like they’d have a really chill sorta dynamic when they’re not fighting, like buds, fambly fr 

NEZHA BEING SO LIKE “WUKONG!!” 

“WHAT HE DOES!” 

HE DOES THO I’M CRYI8NGBL;DKSMF;AOWEF 

OH MAN

OH MAN THEY’RE DOING THE THING

OH MAN OH MAN 

NO FR 

YEAH WUKONG 

WUKONG’S TRYNIG TO 

YEAH

HOOO BOY

OH MAN 

MACAQUE JSUT LOOKS

HOLY CRAP MY GUY IS JUST

AH

“—scurry off to your master—“ 

AND THE WAY HE FINALLY SEEMS TO RESPOND TO WHAT HE SAYS

YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME MACAQUE DIDN’T SAY SOMETHIGN ALONG THOSE LINES TO WUKONG AT SOME POINT THE VIBES IS THERE 

“I couldn’t care less about what the Lady Bone Demon wants” THAT SOUNDED 

LIKE

HE SOUNDED HONEST

LIKE RAW HONESTY 

THE MOST HONEST AND TRUTHFUL HE’S SOUNDED THIS WHOLE SHOW FR 

HE JUST LOOKS SO EXHUSTED

HOW  SUPRRISED WUKONG LOOKS

NEZHAAA BG;LDAKSFMA;OWEMF 

WUKONG STRAIGHT UP DECOY HAIR CLONED THEM 

Nezha really just keeps getting trolled bLGK;AMWOEF 

WUKONGBGL;DSKFMAOWE

“yeeeaahhh…” JUST BGL;KSFMAOW;FWIEF WHEEZING 

Oh no

Oh no if 

if they’re  here

trapped

oh no

HAHAHA

AND THE RINGS ARE

AH 

HAHA

OH NO

OH NO

AH

AHAHA WE’RE IN TROUBLE

MK SPICIFICALLY IS IN HUGE TROUBLE AND WUKONG AND NEZHA ARE PINNED AGAINST A MOUNTAIN 

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME MAC’S SMILED

I AM

UH

OH NO 

TANG AND PIGSY STRAIGHT UP MARRIED COUPLE STILL GBSL;DFMA;OWE 

THE ANIMATION IN THIS EP IS SO FREAKING FIRE 

OH NO MEI IS JUST

OH FREAKING NO 

SHE’S JUST

HH

SHE’S GONNA

OH NO I’M SO FEAR 

“THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED AND YOU KNOW IT” 

I LOVE TANG SO MUCH 

STAY AWAY FRMO MEI STAY AWAY FROM

OH NO

OH NO

SHE’S

SHE’S FR

HAS THE

SHE IS??? 

BUT IF

IS IT IN HER

IS IT HER?? 

IS

BUT

I’M

HOW WOULD

THE 

WITH THE

HOL

THE

I

I WA

HECK

FRICK

HECK

SHOOT

GOSH FREAKINGGN;LFA;GO;AIFMAWE

SHE’S FR

HOW DOES THAT WORK THO

I’M SCREAMIGN

TANG BEING WORRIED

I’M GONNA START SCREAMING 

SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT’S HAPPENING

I’M 

H

Kay if she’s the ring

then technically 

she’s like, part of red son, correct? 

THINKING V HARD ABOUT THAT

BUT LIKE IF IT’S IN HER

WHO HIDES A WEAPON OF IMPOSSIBLE DESTRUCTION INSIDE A PERSON I’M GONNA FISTFIGHT EVERYTHIGN 

“I TOLD THEM TO WAIT” 

OH NO

THIS IS 

NOT GOING TO GO WELL 

OH SHOOT MAC 

“STOP”

SIR

EXCUSE ME 

“If you hurt that kid i’ll—“

“You’ll what? make things worse for mk?” 

THE WAY WUKONG STOPS 

HIS FACE

THE REFLECTION OF MACAQUE

SEE THIS IS HILARIOUS MAC BECAU\SE YOU’RE TLAKING LIKE YOU DIDN’T STRAIGHT UP ABUSE THE KID SHUT YOUR FREAKING FACE 

BUT ALSO THE WAY HE’S CURLING FORWARD AND STANIDNG

AND IN THE REFLECTION IT LOOKS LIKE THE STONE BONE ICE SIDE HE HAS SIX EARS 

“STOP! I HAVE A PLAN-“ 

THE WAY THE VOICE ECHOS

HE’S DESPERATE FOR REAL 

HE GENUINELY HAS A PLAN 

PROBABLY A BAD ONE BUT HE REALLY DOES FOR REAL I’M LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS RIGHT NOW 

HHH MEIIIIIIII

THAT’S A PRETTY RING THO IG

I AM SO FEAR.PNG

“DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING UNTIL OUR GLOWY MYSTIC MONEY GETS HERE” I LOVE THAT WAY OF REFFERING TO MONKEY KING SO MUCH BG;LKDSMAF;WE 

“I SURE HOPE THAT’S THE RIGHT MYSTIC MONKEY” NO MK IT IS NOT PLEASE BG;LKSF;AOWEF I THINK IT’S SO FUNNY THAT THEY DID THAT PLS THAT’S SUCH GOOD PART BG;LASKFMAE 

FEAR.PNG

TANG PROTECTING MEI

NO

NONONONO

HEY

STOP THAT RIGHT NOW NO THIGNS COMIGN AT PIGSY IF PIGSY GETS STABBED I’M BREAKING MY ENTIRE HOUSE 

DON’T TOUCH THE PIG DAD DON’T TOUCH MY BELOVED PIGSY PLEASE 

SANDY JUST

LUNGES IN FRONT OF 

H

;A; 

THEY’RE RELALY JUST ALL PROTECTING EACH OTHER I’M

I’M GONNA START SOBBING

THEY’RE ALL TRAPPED MK

MK’S 

ALONE AGAIN

GOSH FREAKING

EVERY TIEM HE HAS TO FACE SOMETHING SCARY HE’S BY HIMSELF WHY DOE THIS KEEP HAPPENIGN TO HIIMIMMMMM

OH WOW MAC MECH NOT EVEN LOOKING GOOD 

I’m not over all of this stuff macaque saying, he’s just the most honest he’s been throughout this entire show rn and just the 

“I just need the fire and theN i’m done with you all” MANS REALLY JUST WANTS TO NOT DIE RN BUT ALSO I DO NOT TRUST THIS YOU’D PROBABLY COME BACK AND ANNOY THEM IF THEY BEAT LBD ANYWAYS NGL UM

STILL THO HOLY CRAP 

MK NOT HAVING IT

MK I LOVE YOU BUT I AM SUCH FEAR RN 

WGBDLS;KFMAWEO 

HE BUSTED THE GORILLA OUT AND I WAS LIKE 

GOOD FOR U MK, NOT SURE HOW MUCH THAT’S GONNA DO 

AND THEN HE FREAKING PUNCHED HALF HIS MECH OFF ARE YOU KIDDING MEBGLKDSFMAOH;IFWME 

NO FR THO MAC’S STONE THIGN ON HIS FACE LOOKIGN LIKE SIX EARS FR 

MK LOOKS SO CONCERNED 

FOR THIS

STUPID MONKEY 

WHO DOES NOT DESERVE HIS CONCERN

AH NO HE’S LAUGHIGN AGAIN WE’RE IN TROUBLE HE’S GONNA DO A JERK MOVE RN AREN’T WE 

H

holy crap

yeah y’all i’m uh 

so Macaque is literally slamming

a kid into the ground

yelling about how monkey king cant’ save them that he doesn’t know what he’s doing UH

AND THEY’RE JUST WATCHING THIS

UM 

LOOKS AT MEI

I KNOW UR 

UH

HEY BUT

CAN U 

UM

SOMEONE UH

WOW

MACAQUE IS UH

WOW YOU UH

YOU AREN’T COMING BACK FROM THIS ONE BUD, WHAT HE’S DOING IS UNECCISARY AND CRUEL AND JUST AWFUL AWFUL THIS IS UH 

YIKES 

“Stay down or i will put you down” I HATE THAT HE STILL SOUNDS SO FREAKING HONEST AS HE SAYS THIS, I HATE HIM FOR REAL RIGHT NOW, LIKE YOU GUYS, HE’S AWFUL 

NOTHIGN LIKE WATCHING YOUIR BEST FRIEND GET BELITTLED IN FRONT OF YOU, SLAMMED INTO THE GROUND REPEATEDLY, AND THREATENED TO GET YOU ANGRY 

UM 

YEAH THANK YOU MEI 

I FEEL A LOT BETTER RIGHT NOW THAT UM

MK’S NOT ALONE ACTUALLY 

Just thinking about all the times Macaque’s done this stuff to him (not this extreme but still holy crap) and he’s just been alone alone alone n h

I’M SO CONCERNED FOR MEI RIGHT NOW BUT I’M SO GLAD SHE’S THERE 

yeah she’s uh

she’s there but out for the count i’m just glad she’s there fr fr 

AGH MK JUST ON THE GROUND

THE WAY MAC JUST DITCHES THE MECH 

HE’S A HORRIBLE AWFUL PERSON WITH ANOTHER HORRIBLE AWFUL PERSON THREATENIGN HIS LIFE AND I AM AH YIKES 

TANG STILL STEPPING IN FRONT OF MEI TO PROTECT HER FROM SOMETHING THAT BEAT UP MK RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM I’M 

H 

HE IS JUST

HOLY CRAP

HOLY CRAP 

THIS IS ACTUALLY SCREAMING  “I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS” TO ME RN, BUT HE IS SUCH A JERK 

THE FIRST NAME BASIS IS REALLY GETTING TO ME 

I’M 

wait

did he just

did he for real just

put mei

in the middle

of the circle 

of the

between the rings

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA OH YOU’RE SCREWED MONKEY 

Mans just wants out of a situation he was partially responsible for putting himself in because of past decisions but also it’s rough when you hit rock bottom and someone worse comes to take advantage of you but my gods macaque you’re the worst 

wow

WOW

Tang doesn’t even know what he’s doing 

DOES MACAQUE EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE JUST PUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CIRCLE

PROBABLY NOT 

HOLY CRAP 

I’m not over the fact that like uh

the one time we seem him closer to himself, uh is when he’s fighting Mk, when mk thinks he has the upper hand and Macaque laughs. It’s the most comfortable, the most when he sounds like himself is when he’s beating the crap out of Mk. And that’s awful, that’s horrible that’s terrifying. That that is what’s comfortable and familiar to him 

I am horrified

oh my gosh 

I’M

YIKES

THAT WAS

I’M HAVING A MAJOIR CRISIS’S ALL OVER THE PLACE RN 

MACAQUE REALLY JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE AND THERE’S NO CHANCE OF HIM GETTING BETTER BECAUSE OF HIS CURRENT SITUATION AND 

HH

WOW

UH

ALRIGHT

SO

I GUESS LETS GO SEE MEI GET POSSESSED OR MERGE WITH THE FIRE OF SAMADHI AND HOPEFULLY KICK THE CRAP OUTTA MACAQUE OR AT LEAST SCARE HIM OFF 

UM 

I AM SO CONCRERNED SHE’S NOT GONNA BE FULLY MEI AFTER THO UH 

HAHAH OH BOY HERE WE GO

SEE YOU GUYS IN A BIT WITH PART 2 

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypnoverse Of Shenanigans

Titans: Tale Of The Blue Ghost

Part 1

Hawk woke up in a crazy frenzy as the light burns on bright, the doors do his room swing open and the alarm goes off.

He jumps up and out of bed racing to the command center, swinging the chair he is in disbelief.

In to the command center he hits the main platform and dawns his Hawk costume persona and all.

“The sensors must be off I guess”

“What the fuck was that?”

“Dick? Is someone hear?.”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh I’ll be fucking you”

The sheer chills of his words sent his bones in to feverish pitch coldness then a hand invisible one at that holds him down.

“Who are you?”

“What do you want?”

“You and all The Titans”

“No get off my ass”

“Nnnnnnoooo”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

Hank blanks out completely in to pitch black darkness, long gone is that serious grim like facial expression.

He stands in front of the mirror in lust with himself, lifting his arms he licks it tasting the salty sweat persperakting from him.

“My name is Hank Hall Aka Hawk and I am a bitch for The Blue Ghost.” He say shirtless on a Instagram video. The real Hank Hall watches in horror at his hijacked body.

Part 2

Nightwing and The Titans return home to see the entire entrance open and no alarm going off.

They reroute the protocol to shut down and head up to the main floor racing on to the scene.

What they could not understand is angry, raging and wicked Hank Hall eating like a glutton and dancing like a fool.

“Hank? Are you alright?”

“Oh I’m fine babe!”

“I’m not Hank though”

“Wait! What?”

“Hijacked his body bro”

“Who on earth are you now?”

In the mirror Hank Halls image fades in to the back as hot breath over takes it and a invisible finger rolls.

In a unbelievable scene from a movie it is spelt out one letter at a time The Blue Ghost.

The team makes a move unfortunately the ending is near for all Hank no longer has the will to fight.

“I can’t move “

“I’ll end you…you…you fiend”

“How? Honestly you hero types”

“Giving up is not in our natural “

“Neither is being amicable apparently”

“Fine then, you will fall just like Hank”

He snaps his fingers as the team I scattered all over town except for Nightwing who stood up.

“You are next Nightbitch, get him Hank”

“Hank stop, fight It noooooo”

Part 3

“Release my friends asshole”

“Oh! Welcome Jason Todd”

“Dick?”

“Hey buddy! Do you want to join us?”

“Where is The Blue Ghost”

“Here, there, and everywhere”

“You sound like The Matter Hatter”

“Why are you resisting?”

“Hank?”

“We are having the time out lives “

“Plunge in to the madness”

“We love it and so will you”

“Hhhhheeeelllllpppppp! Nooooo”

“Relinquish me at once “

“Or what?”

“I’ll….I’ll”

“You will do what ?”

“Exactly!”

“You will do absolutely nothing so shut up and accept the madness “

Part 4 - 5

Inside the mansion Jason, Dick and Hank are all stripping naked and dancing to the inherently rotten music.

The room is filling up with sweat and heat overtaking their senses and they fully submit for life.

Take part in the joy and the delight of pure innocence and adult abandonment of senses.

“Be who I aim to be”

“Destroy your comrades”

“Then?”

“The world is our toy”

“I can sense is approach…he is here “

“They both are “

Connor well enough and truly has his own share of drama being a clone of two men.

“Hand it over guys”

“Hand what over?”

“It the ghost…whatever”

“In to the rabbit hole”

“What is this Alice and Wonderland?”

“You are telling me but we have to play along “

“I know, I know “

“To save them”

“For our friends “

Superboy Aka Connor El speed down to the lower levels and meets his doom in mid flight.

Beast Boy transforms in to bird soaring in his glory and then he is brought down in one foul swoop.

“Oops! The Blue Ghost rules supreme.”

The end

[melis-writes]

How come little Vincent (Dunno why but in my mind he's the one most likely to act this way) is so attached to his mommy and doesn't like when Michael kisses or touches her.

I'm thinking he's young as one or two. Maybe when Victoria is pregnant with James and he's already sensing there's a new baby to take his place and all he wanna do is cling to his mama. Michael, being protective as he is, won't like her picking him up with the baby bump and is always showering her with love. Baby Vincent is pissed.

This type of jealousy’s definitely not unheard of when it comes to little kids, especially when there’s a new baby on the way. 😂 I definitely see Vincent as more attached to his mama too especially while so young, and then of course we consider how loving and affectionate not only are Michael and Victoria to one another in front of their children (appropriately, of course) but also the same way to their babies raising them!! 🤗💓

“Good morning.” Michael’s voice is the first thing you hear in the morning, but it isn’t his touch or close presence that you feel alongside it.

“Mm?” You weakly blink your eyes open, spotting your husband buttoning up the cuffs of his dress shirt by the doorway to Vincent’s bedroom. “Mmmmm… Good morning.”

You glance down, feeling Vincent’s warmth against you as he’s curled up to your side with his teddy bear and blanket—still sleeping soundly as ever.

“What time is it?” You whisper, making sure not to move much over the bed.

“Eight.” Michael replies back in a quiet tone, looking over at you and Vincent in amusement. “I didn’t want to wake you so early, not with the two of you snuggled up like that.”

“He insisted.” You giggle softly, “I went to read him a bedtime story and he kept asking for one more and one more and the next thing I know…” You eye the children’s book you were reading face down on the ground. “Looks we both fell asleep.”

“He’s a little bit more clingy than usual these past few weeks, or am I the only one whose sensing that?” Michael begins to slowly walk into Vincent’s bedroom.

“I think so too.” You plant a very gentle kiss over Vincent’s forehead as not to wake him. “He’s always been a mama’s boy though, my sweet little angel.”

“We don’t have to wake little buddy up as early, that’s the good news.” Michael leans over the bed, stealing a kiss from your lips.

“Nnnn…” You immediately hear Vincent whining in his sleep, beginning to open his eyes.

“Oh.” You blink back in surprise, “looks like we both spoke too soon and too loud.”

“Maaamaaaaa,” Vincent snuggles up to chest, slowly awakening.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” You whisper back to Vincent, watching him rub his eyes with his tiny hands balled up in fists.

“Careful, baby.” Michael gestures to your eight-month baby bump. “I couldn’t imagine it was too comfortable sleeping like that.”

“Ah, it never is.” You cover your mouth, yawning.

“Mhmm,” Michael brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face, giving you another kiss before he feels Vincent’s small hand pushing him away.

“Nooooo, daddy.” Vincent hugs you, his clinginess kicking into full spring as he’s now wide awake. “Nooo.”

“No?” Michael chuckles quietly, “I don’t think he wants to share you, darling.”

“Awww, honey, come on.” You let out a soft laugh, beginning to rise from the bed with Vincent clinging onto you.

“Easy, buddy.” Michael scoops up his one and a half year old son into his arms. “Remember, mama can’t move as fast as she used to.”

“Nnnnn!” Vincent flails in Michael’s arms, trying to reach for you. “Mama! Mama!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay.” You reassure, clutching onto your baby bump as you rise up to your feet. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

From the moment you’re up on your feet and before Michael, Vincent immediately clasps a tiny hand over Michael’s lips to refrain you from kissing him.

“Oh?” Michael can’t help but crack a smile at what he’s already suspected to be the classic toddler jealousy, especially when a new baby sibling is on the way and attention is in high order.

“Up, up!” Vincent gestures with his free hand, wanting to be in your arms instead.

“But you have to be nice to daddy first.” You burst out in laughter, seeing how Vincent’s effectively trying to stop Michael from speaking and kissing you. “Okay?”

“No, noooo, no!” Vincent’s almost in tears from wanting to be out of Michael’s arms. “Mamaaaaa!”

“It’s okay, baby.” Michael pulls back, gesturing to your baby bump. “I know the little man could spend all day in your arms if he could but it’s not going to do you, the baby or your back pain any wonders holding him.”

“Mama!” Vincent shrieks, growing impatient.

“Fussy, fussy.” You sigh softly, shaking your head. “The back pain alone is killing me, but he’s definitely not going to let you have any peace this morning. Here,” you take Vincent from Michael’s arms but set him down on his feet, taking his hand. “There, now he can accompany mama.”

“Be my guest.” Michael glances down at his son, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I won’t have breakfast served until you’re downstairs with me, baby.”

“Could have just woken me so I could made breakfast for us all.” You pout, hating it when Michael insists on Esther, the governness, a maid or a chef to do any of the housework you have nothing against doing yourself.

“And have you standing in the kitchen with a back that sore? I don’t think so.” Michael’s clearly made up his mind and won’t reconsider it. “Plus it seems as though little Vincent is going to be joining us, hmm?”

Vincent hides behind your leg, hugging it tightly and happily. “Mamaaaaaa…”

“That’s right.” You beam before nodding at Michael. “Alright, we’ll be downstairs in twenty minutes or so. Let me just get refreshed and dress the little man.”

“Take your time, darling.” Michael’s eyes dart to your lips, causing both of you to chuckle amongst one another. “I’ll save the kisses for another less fussier time.”

“That would be best.” You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Michael tells you as he heads out of Vincent’s bedroom and makes his way to the spiral staircase.

“Well, little buddy?” You peek down at Vincent who steps out from hiding behind your leg. “Are we ready to get our morning started?”

“Ya.” Vincent if anything looks excited just to be able to spend any time with you whatsoever.

“Okay, let’s go.” You chuckle, leading him out of his bedroom and keeping both of your footsteps quiet not to awake the twins whose bedrooms are just down the hallway.

When you get to your bedroom, the scent of Michael’s cologne is still fresh and prominent—causing you to blush as you approach your wardrobe.

Little Vincent peeks around curiously, but otherwise remains quiet as you open your closet and pull out a navy blue, maternity shirtwaist dress for the day. “There we go. This is perfect for today, what do you think, Vincent?”

“Gah.” Vincent gives a nod, mesmerized by the dak coloured fabric before him.

“Perfect.” You grin, setting the dress out on your bed carefully. “Alright, let’s get dressed first.” You slip off your nightgown carefully off over your head and set it down before getting yourself dressed for the day.

“Alright, that’s that.” You sigh in relief, smoothening out your dress over your baby bump. “Let’s tame our hair and wash up before we head downstairs for breakfast, though. Let’s go, little guy.”

You walk into the bathroom with Vincent, grabbing the stepstool placed against the wall and up to the sink as you help your son get up on top—still much too short to see anything past a glimpse of Vincent’s forehead in the mirror which causes you to laugh.

“Oh well,” you grab a comb, lightly wetting it under the sink.  “I think once you get a little older, buddy, you’ll be able to see how mama styles your hair.”

Vincent chews on his fingers, not understanding much of what you mean but remaining calm and still as you comb through his hair, parting it from the side.

“Perfect. There’s a handsome little guy.” You peck a smooch on your son’s cheek, making sure to keep one arm around is back while you brush through his hair.

“Mamaaaaa,” Vincent grabs some of your hair, looking at it in his tiny palm.

“Do you like it? It’s not as messy anymore, is it?” You give Vincent’s back a gentle pat, keeping your hair down your shoulders for today.

Vincent giggles, letting go of your hair as you scoop him up into your arms and off the step stool. “Up, up!”

“That’s right, we’re going up.” You grunt, feeling your back pain spike up again but at the same time you’ve no choice as Vincent has difficulty at his age getting down any set of stairs. “Alright, let’s head downstairs for breakfast with your daddy.”

“No dada.” Vincent shakes his head as you walk out of the bathroom.

“No daddy?” You gasp playfully, beginning to walk towards the spiral staircase. “But he has to be there with us.”

“Mamaaaaaa.” Vincent buries his face in your shoulder, clinging on as tightly as he can with all his little strength.

“And what about your new baby sibling coming on the way?” You tease, knowing this may spike up Vincent’s jealousy as you carefully hold onto your son and walk down the stairs.

“Noooo!” Vincent cries out, instantly annoyed. “Nnnnnn, noo!”

“Alright, alright.” You hold back your laughter, walking towards the kitchen. “Just me and you then, little guy. Nobody else.”

As you enter the kitchen, you spot Michael across from you by the window, leaning one elbow on the windowpane and smoking; the fabric of his dress shirt clinging onto his arm muscles and under any different circumstances, an arousing sight altogether.

“There you two are.” Michael blows out his cigarette smoke out the window, putting out his shortened cigarette. “Back up in his mama’s arms, isn’t he?”

“For now.” You blush, putting Vincent back down on his feet. “We had to get down all of those stairs, didn’t we?”

Vincent whines quietly, latching onto your leg again. “Maaaamaaaaaaa.”

“Michael, do you think--?” You grunt, gesturing to your back.

“Of course.” Michael sets his ashtray aside, immediately walking over to you. “Just sit here, baby, and have the little buddy next to you at least because it definitely doesn’t look like he’s gonna let go.”

“Mamaaaaaa!” Vincent whines again, still clinging onto you as Michael pulls a dining chair back.

“It’s okay, honey.” You reassure, ruffling Vincent’s hair as you slowly take your seat. “Mama’s back just hurts a little is all, I’m right here.”

“Easy, buddy.” Michael tells Vincent, beginning to massage over your shoulders and back gingerly.

Vincent plops down on the floor next to your seat, watching as you take in deep breaths and rest your hand over your eight-month old baby bump—enjoying the soothing relief Michael’s firm hands provide your achy muscles and sore back.

“Oh, thank you, baby.” You grunt, squeezing your eyes shut. “Must have also slept on the wrong side last night too.”

“It’s alright, darling.” Michael murmurs, leaning over to you and kissing both of your cheeks as Vincent stares, unamused. “That’s why I don’t want you constantly going up and down the stairs today, let alone be on your feet all day.”

“It always like this.” You groan softly, relaxing your muscles. “Seven to eight month mark…”

“Then you’ll always rest.” Michael tells you, pushing your hair off your shoulder and kissing the nape of your neck. “You and our little baby.”

“Noo.” Vincent tugs on the fabric of your dress, shaking his head. “Noooo, mama!”

“No?” You giggle, turning to face Vincent. “I don’t think he’s happy about being a big brother or having his daddy around me.”

“It’s that word you like using so often.” Michael gingerly continues to massage down your back. “He’s a little jealous, absolutely normal at his age when expecting a new sibling and—”

“Nooooo!” Vincent whines again, this time glaring at Michael who continues to shower you with affection by planting kisses over your cheeks, neck and shoulders.

“And doesn’t quite like me all over his mother.” Michael chuckles quietly to himself.

“Oh, look at him.” You almost burst out in laughter, seeing Vincent angrily glaring at Michael as he kisses your cheek again. “Michael, he’s definitely just a little jealous. It’ll pass—”

“MAAAMAAAAA!” Vincent shrieks, flailing his arms up and down—wanting to be picked up by you again. “Up, uuuuupppp!!”

[nobodyfamousposts]

Dolls AU: Swap Day

It was a great plan. In theory.

Chaton had been with Marinette since he was created. And Littlebug had literally been made for Adrien.

And while they had many days where they spent time together all four of them, or both dolls went with one of the two heroes, usually they found themselves falling back to that routine.

It wasn’t that Marinette didn’t care about Littlebug. Or that Adrien didn’t care about Chaton. They both did care, and very much in fact! But they had spent so long with one doll each and had gotten used to it, that it hadn’t really struck them to spend some individual time with the other doll.

That was why they would be doing this now.

This weekend, they would each be spending a day with the other’s doll for bonding time! Adrien was excited. Marinette was nervously anticipating. Tikki was worried. And Plagg was...well...Plagg, so other than making sure to stockpile cheese and a place to hide from what he deemed the “sappiness”, he didn’t care.

And thus, they planned for a free full day of bonding and fun! Guaranteed!

______________________

Littlebug was not having a good time.

It wasn’t Mama’s fault. Mama was wonderful. She didn’t want her or anyone to think otherwise.

But…

She wasn’t often away from Papa.

And she certainly wasn’t away from Chaton AND Papa.

She couldn’t help but think about them. And worry. Were they okay? Were they having fun? Was Papa’s Father needing another night in the big trash bin again?

She looked out the window at the stormy dark skies and her own sad reflection. She was trying not to think about them, but couldn’t not think about them. And the raininess was only making it worse since the two left in the wet and ickiness and she couldn’t go with them to protect them or make them feel better. It was making her sad and worried.

Marinette, for her part, was also worried. This bonding day wasn’t really off to a great start. First with the rainstorm, which made the day somewhat dreary and kept them from being able to spend time outside. Then with Littlebug seeming rather distant.

She bit her lip, feeling uncertain. She glanced to Tikki in hopes of some suggestion, but even the kwami didn’t seem to have any ideas as she simply shrugged.

Littlebug only continued to look out the window, almost wistfully.

“Hey, Littlebug.” Marinette said as she approached the doll. “Are you feeling all right?”

A moment passed as Littlebug thought it over before she looked up at Marinette with a frown.

“I guess you miss Adrien and Chaton, too, huh?” Marinette ventured.

The doll nodded.

“Well, you and I can spend the day together doing just about anything—within reason, of course.” Marinette smiled. “So how would you like it if we made something for them that you could give when we see them next? Would that make you feel better?”

Littlebug paused at that, looking up at Marinette in surprise and a bit of enthusiasm.

Really? Would it be okay?

“Of course!” Marinette replied. “This is your day with me. If you want to make something, we certainly can do that!”

This seemed to brighten Littlebug’s mood as she nodded eagerly.

The hope was that she could spend time with Littlebug that was just between them. But for now, Littlebug was still focused on Adrien and Chaton.

At the very least, they could turn that focus into something productive!

So Marinette showed Littlebug some of her crochet supplies and helped her learn some basic stitching. Littlebug took to it quite happily...at least at first.

But Littlebug was getting frustrated with each mistake she made.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect.” Marinette assured her.

Littlebug frowned up at her, clearly unimpressed.

Because it had to be perfect! It’s for Papa!

Marinette smiled. Littlebug was so much like herself. They both had that same sense of determination and perfectionist tendencies.

...given Marinette’s issues, it’d probably be best to nip that in the bud.

“He’ll love anything you make.”

Littlebug pouted. It seemed she still wasn’t convinced.

Marinette hugged her. “You know, there may be mistakes in what you make, but those are just indicators that it was made by you with love.” She gave Littlebug a squeeze. “Adrien will see that. And it’ll matter all the more to him because you made it for him out of love.”

Littlebug stared up at Marinette as if in awe. Her eyes almost seemed to shine.

“Adrien doesn’t get many things. So he appreciates what he’s given. The little mistakes show the effort you put into your gifts and that you were thinking of him.

Okay.

Littlebug nodded resolutely, determined to see this through.

Then she would be sure to make tons of mistakes to let Papa know she loved him!

“Wait—that’s not what I meant!” Marinette cried.

Tikki giggled.

Still, it made Littlebug feel more at ease and the two worked together on their projects in easy companionship.

“I wonder how the boys are doing…”

Littlebug looked up at that. She tilted her head in curiosity.

Marinette smiled down at Littlebug.

“I’m sure they’re okay.”

Littlebug smiled back up at her and nodded.

________________________

Adrien was not okay.

“Chaton! Chaton, buddy? Where are you?”

It was his day to spend one on one time with Chaton, but sure enough, his ever-dreaded schedule had inconveniently intervened at the worst time, dragging him away from his room and from Chaton for over an hour. Now that he returned, Chaton was nowhere to be seen. It hadn’t even been an hour since Marinette had entrusted him to her care and he had lost him.

Marinette was going to kill him.

“Kid?” Plagg questioned after having watched Adrien tearing up his room for a good 15 minutes.

“I messed up, Plagg. I completely messed up!” Adrien moaned as he slumped onto his bed. “Now I can’t find Chaton! He could be anywhere!”

He gasped, starting to panic.

“What if he got out? What if he’s outside? It’s RAINING outside, Plagg!”

“I can see that.”

“What if he thought I abandoned him and left?! What if he’s all alone? WHAT IF SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HIM?!”

“Kid.”

“What do I do?! Where do I even start looking?!”

“Kid.”

“What if he’s hurt? Or scared? Oh my god, Plagg, what if he’s injured and crying and needing me to find him?!”

“ADRIEN!”

Adrien spun around immediately to see a floating and very unimpressed Plagg staring flatly at him.

“What?!”

“It’s raining.”

Adrien blinked. “Okay?”

Plagg sighed. “Where do little kitties like to go when it rains?”

Adrien frowned at that. “I don’t know…someplace dark and dry?”

Plagg sighed and rolled his eyes.

“When it’s wet and humid and I don’t feel well, where do I like to go?”

Adrien thought for a moment. “Well, you go to my sock draw...oh.”

He stood and headed for his drawer, which he only now noticed was slightly open. Not all the way, but just enough to provide some cover.

And sure enough, there laid a particularly tired Chaton nestled among Adrien’s socks.

________________________

Chaton didn’t like rainy days.

They were icky. They smelled bad and came with a dampness that got everywhere. Especially when he had to go out in the rain for any length of time. It was as if the mugginess clung to him even once he was inside. It was bad and it made him feel bad. Like he was smothered in a wetness that wasn’t really wet and he couldn’t wipe away.

It hadn’t helped that he and Papa had to go out in the rain to get from Mama’s home to Papa’s house. Despite their best efforts, they couldn’t stay completely dry. And the rain just seemed to follow them.

When they had gotten to Papa’s room, they both worked to dry off. Even so, the unpleasant feeling remained.

His day with Papa had just started and Chaton was already not happy.

Then the Cold Lady called. Papa had to leave, so it was just Chaton and the ickiness.

Normally, he would have played and waited.

But it was wet. It was wet and miserable and Chaton was miserable and now he was alone.

Papa was gone and even Kitty was gone, too.

That just left Chaton to find some comfort for himself. A nice dry place. A place that can take the ickiness away.

He couldn’t go to the Fort. Littlebug and the King and Queen weren’t there and he didn’t want to get the walls damp or icky.

The bed might work, but it was too big and open. It just wasn’t enough.

He missed Mama. When it was rainy and icky, he could lay on her lap and she would pet him till he felt better.

He wanted to curl up. He wanted a dry small comforting place. Like his bed. Or his Box. But those were at Mama’s home and he was here.

There was only one place he could think of.

It took some effort to pull out the drawer. Chaton was tired by the end and he had only managed to pull it out maybe a third of the way. Fortunately, it was enough for him to slip inside. He’d gotten through thinner openings and hidden in smaller boxes before.

If I fits I sits, Mama had said.

He didn’t know what it meant, but if it got him where he wanted to be, it was good enough.

He was able to climb up and over, landing inside the drawer and on top of the soft sockies. They were smaller than the bedsheets and able to be moved much more easily, so he curled up and shuffled around until a little nest of sockies buffered him on all sides to protect him from the ickiness outside.

It wasn’t as good as Mama’s home. But it was comforting.

Chaton slept.

Suddenly there was noise.

Footsteps.

Papa’s voice. He sounded upset. Chaton felt bad and wanted to check on him, but that required moving.

It came closer.

Then it went away.

Then there were sounds outside his hiding place. Sounds of things being moved or shuffled around.

Footsteps came back.

Suddenly there were hands.

Warm hands.

Hands that were trying to take him from his nice dry place.

Nooooo

Wet. Icky. Rainy. Sleepy. Cold.

Cold.

Warm hands. Cold everything else.

He didn’t like it.

He fussed.

“Hang on a second.”

But it was icky!

A sound of cloth moving.

The hands were putting him down. The warm hands. The only warm and dry thing! He clutched them desperately.

Suddenly—soft below him. Warm everywhere else.

He opened his eyes. Pillow below him. Soft fluffy nice feeling. Blankets hanging around him. Enclosing him in warm dry comfy-ness.

Chaton sighed in contentment and nuzzled into the nest of pillows and blankets, surrounded by even more blankets to keep out the icky feeling. He was feeling sleepy now—but a good sleepy! Not the icky sleepy. What was this? What had Papa done?

Adrien knelt in the enclosed space, looking rather pleased with himself.

“There we go! One blanket fort for a rainy day! What do you think, Chaton?”

He liked it.

Chaton purred.

Papa curled up next to him inside the enclosure.

“The storm should pass in an hour or two. I think we can do with a nap until then.”

Chaton liked that idea.

The warmth before was nice but this was better.

Then Papa started to purr.

Chaton shifted to get closer to the vibrations. It was nice. Soothing.

Papa’s arm curled around him, making Chaton feel even more nice and good sleepy.

“I don’t know why you were panicking so much, kid. Cats are easy to please.”

“I just don’t want to mess up, Plagg.”

Papa was silly. He wasn’t messing up at all.

Chaton loved Papa bunches. Bunches and bunches!

Before he completely nodded off, Chaton’s tail curled over Papa’s arm.

In a couple hours, they could play. But for now, Chaton liked spending his time with Papa just fine like this.

[wench-and-jezebel]

NCIS Reaction: Yankee Whites

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

The honorable Introductory Conversation, for your viewing pleasure:

Wench: I’m only halfway through my workkkkk. Jezebel: OOOOOF *two minutes later* Wench: Ya know what, heck it.  Episode now, work later.  Cool? Jezebel: YESSSS.  Don’t forget to send me the link too.  I wanna watch with ☠️ I can just work while I do it Wench: kjl;kadjf okay.  I'm gonna dish out some soup first, though. Jezebel: 😂😂😂 ok! Wench: I'm gonna get coffee too Jezebel: You bastaddd Wench: Oh shit, I already had coffee Jezebel: 😂😂 Wench: I thought I'd finished that half an hour ago a;lskdfj.  Clearly it's not doing its job 

I know that our random introductions are amazing, so I gift you with more!  Anyway, on to the ep…

– – –

That opening screen felt like the opening to a Dark Angel alskdfj

New guys are always suspicious; never trust new recruits

[Kateee]  idk who Kate is, but she’s apparently important

Well, I guess they know each other.  But still

Always expect problems.  YES!  Exactly!

[Welp.  Look at that. A problem]  Ma’am, what art thou doing.  [This isn’t even my reaction.  I can’t help it]

Wait.  Didn't he already meet her?

Well shite, buddy's dying.

“What’s wrong with him?”  DO YOU NOT SEE THE FROTH MADAM  ASDLKFJASLDKFJALDKFJ

The president is the murderer, obviously

Whoa, damn.  That's an impressive boat

LOGAN  Er.  Tony.  I mean.

“If we had our own jet-” kasjdf;lksadjf

"Details are sketchy" I see you, Sketchy-from-Dark-Angel reference

alksdjflaksdjf THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TALK IN ACRONYMS

“NCIS.  Never heard of it” They never have

“Only if you’re dyslexic” Damn, Logan, go off

Loving the recurring conversation about the jet alskdfj

[Ducky] idk who Ducky is either, but cool!

Y'ALL.  STOP TALKING IN ACRONYMS.

Y'all, please, consider the foam.  Please.  That is the best clue you've freaking got.

"Looks like a natural death to me" I'M SORRY?!!??!?!  WHAT THE- WHAT

Stop.  talking.  about.  food.  and focus.  on the possible. poisoning. [Just wait lol]

I.  I'm not sure this is how things are supposed to work.

alaksdjflsakdjfl;ksadfj THIS TIME IT'S LOGAN (er.  Tony) WHO'S STUCK STARING AT THE CONFLICTUAL TENSION FROM THE OUTSIDE

Y'all, handshakes aren't supposed to last that long; now you're just holding hands (cough cough)

They're.  Taking the plane.

I once again am about 99% certain this isn't how things work

This.  Is veryyyy suspect.

lkjas;ldkfjas; Tony, sir.  Now who's a cocky, "happy-go-lucky sociopath."

Y'all, please stop ranting about a model on a magazine and FOCUS ON THE DEAD BODY

I greatly appreciate the Air Force One references

How do you not know liver temp stuff; it's in, like, any CSI episode.  Which clearly exists in this universe

I'm sorry, why.  Why.  Please stop.  Liver temp isn't that accurate

[Good luck keeping up with all the rules]

Tony is indeed Alec-coded, ngl.  And I actually like him okay in this one, thus far.  Cocky little shit?  Yes.  Decently acted?  Thus far.  Aka: not bad, currently.  [Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂😂💕]

MA'AM DO NOT PUT YOUR GLOVES OVER YOUR MOUTH THAT DEFEATS THE POINT OF GLOVES

I swear, every single organization in these kinds of shows are represented as the underdog.  CTU in 24; NCIS in, well, NCIS; CSI in, oh yeah, CSI.  Y’all don’t have to make your organizations cool by making them the unknown-but-not-to-be-underestimated group

I'm.  I'm sorry, but what is Tony's job?  Is he the crime scene photographer/sketch artist or an interviewer or-? [Comedic relief ☠️]  NOOOO  [I mean he is]  FAIR

THE PHOTOGRAPH SCENE IS BEAUTIFUL

"Or the only presidential detail you'll get will be walking Spotty"  ngl, walking the dog doesn't sound too bad

"Where's the body?" "I don't know" … Not that convincing, bud

“Never say you’re sorry” What rule is that?

Oh, damn, no crocheting it?  That poor rule feels so unappreciated

alksdjf They're going to solve the case off of that few-ribs-and-coleslaw evidence, I call it now

NOOOOO TONY  ASJLDFKJA;SDLKFJA;LSKDFJ  Oof

Okay, I admit, that was hilarious

Was that President Logan from 24?  I only got a glimpse (I think it was)

– – –

So, I confess that I kinda forgot until a bit past halfway, but I’m gonna keep up the midpoint reaction thing for these.  SO…  

It's more enjoyable than I've expected thus far, I'm gonna be honest.  Currently --- and idk how I feel about saying this, but... *sigh*, I guess I will --- Tony is indeed top character.  Then Ducky.  Then, I guess, Kate, but I don't feel strongly.  [Yusss!  Successs!  😂😂😂😂 love it!  Also. You haven’t met Abby yet]  This is true!  It does kinda annoy me, however, that they stillllllll seem to be ignoring the fact that the guy had white foam coming out of his mouth because THAT IS A SYMPTOM THAT CAN GIVE THEM A HEADS-UP ABOUT WHAT TO LOOK FOR IN THE AUTOPSY but anyway… *clears throat, calms self*  Not bad thus far!  [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️]

Now I’m gonna go get that coffee.  Back in a few :)

– – – 

Coffee is obtained; onward we go!

ABBY NAME DROP

"What's this?"  "A mole"  Buddy, leave it to the experts aslkdfj

Sir.  Sir.  Why are you trying to sleep on the autopsy table.  [Cause buddy don’t sleep]  AND AN AUTOPSY TABLE WILL HELP?  [Be prepared for sad ass back story for Gibbs.  Idk what ep]

Health snacks are poison

SEE, SOMEONE HAS ACTUAL BEDS

"Bless you"  "What are you, my priest?"  "... Curse you?"  Abby, I like you already

HER GLOVE.  I’m obsessed [😂😂😂]

lkajsdlfkjsad;lkfj not going after the diet!!!

How can anyone trust what NCIS says at this point?  They're legitimately lying constantly.

I.  Don't trust this "natural death"

He said please!  [I love that you say that… Just wait]  ABBYYYYYY

Y'all, it wasn't a stroke.

CHECK THE DRINKKKKK They don't mention shit unless it's important

Oof.  The Ted-centric scene is a bit sus- OI WHAT DID I SAY

I confess that I didn’t expect him to die, but whatever.  I called it.

“He’s here because his gut is still churning, isn’t it?”  At least it’s not poisoned (yet)

NCIS = Naval Criminal Investigative Service, I see

Y’all.  Why are you eating.  On a plane.  Where you can’t see the preparation.  When a guy died there.  Yesterday.

Ma’am, the fact that you feel the need to justify your choices is telling.  This is very Max-justifying-Eric-coded, just saying

“Everyone on-board has been vetted by us”  Yeah, and the body was allegedly secured by you too, but that ended up being Tony, so.

I love Abby's necklace

That hair is not laboratory-regulation-compliant, but I ignore this for style

"Doesn't appear to be a robbery" Y'ALL.  THE FOAM.  I'M BEGGING YOU.

Abby, you're adorable and I love you

I SAIDDDDDDD THAT IT WAS A TOXIN.  I SAIDDDDD [You did indeeeeed]

You know, maybe, if you’d considered what poisons cause frothing at the mouth, you’d have gotten there faster

Oh, damn, poor... uh.  first dude.  I feel bad for not knowing his name

Damn, Alec-coded characters get no rest; leave Tony alone [Moooood]

Two people in the bathroom isn't suspicious at allllll

THEY WERE THERE FOR A DRINK.  IN PUBLIC.  HOW DO YOU THINK SHE GOT THE POISON SOAKED INTO HIS UNIFORM IN PUBLIC.  THEY WEREN'T DOING COITAL SHIT IN THE DAMN BAR  (Just to be clear, I understand that it was a test.  But still.  It's a stupid test.)

Gibbs, you're kinda an ass.  Just saying.  [Tis true.  You grow to love him but he is lol]

This is so hectic.  The President's whole staff boutta get killed by snakes that aren't even in the room.  [And another one bites the dust.  I’m tired of these mfing snakes on this mfing plane ]

Y'all.  Pay attention to the suspicious guy who immediately turns away

LKSAJFDLKADSJF THE MOVIE.  THEY’RE DOING THE BLOODY MOVIE

I’m crying.  That’s hilarious.

But also.  How tf did Air Force One not change stuff after the movie.

What was the plan there.  How was that possibly gonna do anything.

Oh, no, not the paperwork

Kate gonna go work at NCIS… Maybe you can have relationships with supervisors there

"Pull that crap at NCIS, I won't give you a chance to resign" mmmhmmm

"FBI this", "Secret Service" that… Poor NCIS, getting no love on the television

ngl, I don't think I'd *want* that attention.  Attention means attention for the good, but also attention for the bad

AND WE’RE DONE!

– – –

Unlike Jezebel, I’m cool enough to give you my summary reaction at the end of the liveblogging post, so…First episode was decent!  I'm not in the practice of judging a show by the pilot --- The X Files proved that one, as did Dark Angel (well... the entire first season was misleading, technically) and a number of others --- but it was decent!  And I'm willing to keep watching for (currently) Tony and Abby, so.  I'll do another episode today, I think, and then switch back to my work.  See if I can fit in another at the end of that.  Savvy?  [Sounds good 🙂]

[ragingbookdragon]

Hell In A Cell

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language and Violence

Author's Note: I can't believe I haven't put this one back up yet. Nothing's more fun than WWE references when you're kicking ass, ya feel? -Thorne

They could feel her eyes on them as they stared at their hands, too afraid to meet her gaze. Dick suddenly found the beds of his nails interesting, Jason and Tim kept looking at the steel seats they were sitting on, and Damian just turned towards the front. She sat opposite of them, on the bench against the other wall, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. The last time any of them had looked, she had her fingers intertwined and pressed against her lips, her eyes cold and infuriated. After a few moments, Dick gathered the courage to look up from his nails and glanced at her.

He gave a fearful smile and asked, “Uh…sis? Are you still…mad?” Her eyes drifted to his and he visibly flinched from her gaze.

She tipped her mouth away from her fingers and seethed, “Mad is the smallest word for what I am right now.” The others flinched at her fury and looked up, taking in the image of their angered sister.

“It wasn’t that bad (Y/N). We’re just…detained…” Jason’s words died as (Y/N) turned her eyes to him.

“I told you four chuckleheads that the property we were on was protected, but nooooo, ‘we’ll just be in there for five minutes. No one is going to find out’.” She growled as she stood, flinging her arms out to gesture around them.

“Well guess what?! Someone found out! And now we’re stuck in a goddamn jail cell at GCPD, waiting for dad to come bail us out!” Each of their necks disappeared into their shoulders.

Tim spoke quietly. “At least none of us got hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter if none of us got hurt! This is going to be all over the news tomorrow! ‘Billionaire Bruce Wayne’s kids found trespassing on personal property’.” She looked at them as she snapped, “Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our reputations?!”

She turned to Tim. “What this can and will do to the company and future deals?!” (Y/N) sat back down and dropped her head into her hands. “We’ll be lucky to come out of this unscathed.” She groaned loudly and rubbed her face with her hands, sighing tiredly, “Dad’s going to be so pissed when he gets here.”

“Father will not be angry at us sister. He will understand what we were doing.”

(Y/N) let out another heavy sigh and from behind her hands, she muttered, “Oh, he’s going to be angry. He’s going to blow a gasket he’s going to be so angry. I highly doubt—”

A shout from the back of the room cut her off. “Will you five shut the hell up? God, you’ve been complaining ever since you got in here.” The comments made the four boys turn their heads to a group sitting in the back.

(Y/N) pulled her head up and turned, her voice dark as she retorted, “Buddy, I’m in a less than stellar mood right now and unless you don’t want me to show you what your insides look like—I’d advise you to shut the fuck up.”

Her threat made him stand up and he started walking towards her, his group of thugs following in tow. “What did you just say to me rich-bitch? Wanna repeat that?”

When he finally stopped walking, he was right in front of her, and she could see her brothers beginning to rise from their seats for a quick defense. She raised a few fingers in their direction, telling them to wait.

(Y/N) looked up at him as she rose from her seat, coming nose to nose with him. She pulled the most intimidating face she could muster and repeated, “I said, unless you want me to show you what your insides look like…shut the fuck up.”

The man turned to his friends and started laughing, causing them to follow in suit, then he turned back to her. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re in sweetheart.” He motioned to his friends. “We’re in Two-Face’s gang.” He motioned to a group in the corner. “And those clowns work for Joker.”

He turned back to her and reached out, shoving her shoulder. “You’re locked in here with us. Imagine what we’ll do to five rich kids that don’t have any bodyguards to protect ‘em.” The others laughed, and (Y/N) shot a quick glance to her brothers along with a nod before looking back at the man and letting out a dark chuckle. A feeling of apprehension came over them as they stopped laughing.

She flashed him an unsettling grin and leaned forward, whispering, “No pal, I don’t think you understand. We aren’t locked in here with you.” Her brothers rose, moving to her sides and she leaned back. “You’re locked in here with us.”

The man’s eyes widened, and she jerked forward to grab the back of his neck and slammed his head into the seat she’d previously been sitting on. He dropped and the cell went dead silent.

The gang members in the back had stood up, and (Y/N) looked at the ones in front of her. “Who’s next?” No one moved an inch, and she tipped her head side-to-side. “C’mon jackasses, we’re gonna be here all night. We might as well get this over with.”

The gang members looked at each other before nodding and they turned to her and her brothers. “You’re so going to regret that.”

(Y/N) tipped her head and gave a quick glance to her brothers, grinning evilly. “Whoever knocks out the most thugs gets to come with me to Tokyo next week.” They matched her grins and they got into fighting stances.

She turned back to the group and taunted, “Let’s dance.”

***

They all collapsed onto the metal benches, sweating and bleeding; (Y/N) glanced at Dick who was holding the collar of his shirt to his busted lip. “You good Dickie?”

He looked at her and tossed her a thumbs up, and she turned to Jason. “How’s the nose?” He grunted and held his nose before sucking in a breath and shoving it back into place with a sickening crunch. The others winced at the sound, and Jason let go of his nose, slamming his head back into the wall a few times.

“I’ll take it that you’re better now?” He raised a few fingers and she reached down, tearing a piece of one of the unconscious gang-member’s shirts and tossing it to Tim. “Put that on your eyebrow Timmy.” He caught it and raised it to his left eyebrow that had been spilt open.

He nodded at her and she finally looked at Damian who was continually spitting blood on the floor. “You alright Dami?”

He spat once more and looked at her. “I got a tooth knocked out.”

The others turned to him and leaned forward, trying to see. “Lemme see!”

He opened his mouth, pointing to a tooth in the bottom left of his mouth. “It was a baby tooth, so there’s no problem.”

Jason snorted, but immediately regretted it as he reached up to hold his nose; he turned to Damian. “You’re thirteen and you still have baby-teeth?” Damian’s retort was cut off by a tennis shoe whacking Jason in the head, and they turned to see (Y/N) reclining against the wall.

“Jason don’t be a douchebag.” He grumbled at her and rubbed the side of his head, but conceded, and silence filled the cell once again.

After a few moments, the sound of footsteps came from down the hall and they all turned their heads to see their father, Alfred, and Gordon staring at them in shock. They flashed sheepish smiles, and (Y/N) waved a hand. “Hey dad, hey Alfie…hey Commissioner Gordon.”

“What in God’s name happened here?!”

(Y/N) looked around at the ground littered with unconscious gangmembers and turned back, grinning. “Uh…they got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday.”

“Why?!”

“Well, first they insulted us, and secondly, they put their hands on us. So technically, we were well within our rights to whoop ass.”

Her father glared at her and rebuked angrily. “(Y/N) Wayne, not another word.” She gave him a mock salute and shut her mouth; Bruce turned to Gordon and began discussing something, and a few minutes later, her and her family were walking out to the waiting car.

They all climbed in and waited for Bruce to start yelling at them; no words came from him, but they could tell he was seething with rage. A few moments went by and they pulled into an abandoned parking lot.

Bruce turned around and let them all have it. “You’re all off patrol for two months. Reason number one, the trespassing. Reason number two, the Hell in a Cell you five had.” He paused and threw his hands in the air. “What the hell were you five thinking?”

They all looked at (Y/N) who rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Yeah sure, look at the oldest and expect her to explain.” They giggled at her and she turned to her dad. “First and foremost, I can’t believe you just used a WWE term. Secondly, they were thugs, and we were attacked. So, by default, we just responded naturally.”

“And breaking skulls and bones is natural?”

“Is that a legit question?”

“Don’t make me ground you, young lady.”

(Y/N) grunted at him. “I’m twenty-six. You can’t ground me. I don’t even live at home.”

The others watched them bicker until Bruce raised a hand. “Enough. We’ll discuss this at home.”

“Again, I don’t live with you. I live on my own.”

“(Y/N) Wayne.”

“Alright…whatever.” He turned back around and nodded to Alfred, and the car began moving once more.

After a few minutes of silence, Jason cleared his throat and nonchalantly mumbled, “Not that it’s super important right now…but I get to go to Tokyo with you next week.”

“The hell you do! I knocked out the most thugs!”

“No, you didn’t replacement. I did.”

“Neither of you Robin failures completed the challenge correctly. I won it.”

“Not to be rude little D, but you would be incorrect. I won the challenge.”

“Ain’t nobody asked you Dickhead.” This spurred an even bigger fight as the four of them began to bicker in the backseat, and (Y/N) groaned, leaning forward and rested her chin on Bruce’s shoulder.

His head tipped downwards, and he eyed her. “What’s wrong with you?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I gotta them all to Tokyo next week because we aren’t going to be able to figure out who knocked out the most.”

Bruce sighed, but a small grin crossed his lips, and after a few seconds he murmured, “You won the most knocked out, didn’t you?”

“Oh totally.”

“That’s my badass daughter.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Master Bruce! Ms. (Y/N)! Your language!”

They both glanced at Alfred and said, “Sorry Alfred.” They looked back at each other before sharing a smile, then the sound of flying fists reached their ears and they both sighed. Then,

“OW THAT WAS MY NOSE!”

“AND THAT WAS MY LIP!”

“OW YOU LITTLE SPAWN! THAT’S MY ARM YOU’RE BITING!”

(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder and looked at her fighting brothers: Jason had Dick in a headlock while giving him a noogie, and Tim was trying to remove Damian’s teeth from his forearm. She turned back around and looked at Alfred and her dad.

“Do you guys wanna come with me instead of them?”

Bruce eyed her with an eyebrow raised. “Do you really think leaving the city to the four of them is a good idea?”

(Y/N) thought for a moment before muttering, “I mean it’s not a great idea, but it’s an idea nonetheless.”

“One that’s bound to end up in a city on fire.”

“…Yeah you got me there.” She paused a slight second before affirming, “But the offer still stands.”

“No (Y/N).”

“But I don’t want to take them with me.”

“Too bad.”

“Fuck my life.”

“MS. (Y/N)! LANGUAGE!”

[buttsmasher]

Break In

[Here’s the photo that inspired this]

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Fart Torture, Unwilling Victim, Gay Farting, Death by Farting, Forced Orgasm

You scream and run but there’s no one here who can save you. You can’t even make it out of your bedroom before he grabs you and slams you to the ground. You struggle, kick and punch, but it’s no use. He’s got a hold of you and there’s no escaping now.  

You’re so panicked that you don’t even realize that he’s choking you out until you’re out of breath. Everything gets dark and you’re quickly losing consciousness. Before you do though, you manage to get out two words that have absolutely no consequence in the moment. “Fuck. You.” Your head falls against the carpeted floor, knocked out by the intruder.

You awake again, surprised by the fact you are indeed still alive. You’re still in your bedroom and nothing seems out of place. The only real thing that’s different is that your feet are tied together and your hands are tied together to the bottom of your bed frame. You pull at your hands hoping the friction from the bed frame will break the rope. Unfortunately you don’t get very far when the intruder arrives back in your room.

He’s standing there with a ski mask covering his face and a tight pair of red briefs covering his genitals. You both stare at each for a moment until you finally break the silence. “Look man, I’ve got money in the safe! Let me go and you can have it, I won’t call the police or nothing.” He doesn’t respond, instead he walks closer to you until his tall frame is standing above you. “Please don’t hurt me man. I swear I didn’t do nothing.”  

“Tell Romano’s daughter that.” You stare in horror realizing that the old sleazebag must have put a hit out on you.  

“Whatever he paid you, I’ll double it.” He doesn’t respond, just turns around so you are staring up at his brief clad ass. “Look-look-look. I don’t know what the old man said I did but I swear I didn’t do it. You don’t have to do this man.” You plead as you watch the man gyrate his hips and stretch giving you quite the show. “I’ll give you 50 G’s.”  

“It ain’t about the money.” He bends to touch his toes, his ass absolutely filling the briefs. “It’s about respect.”  

“I-” You don’t get to finish the statement as he slams his ass down against your face. The impact of him sitting on you makes you bash your head against the ground. You momentarily see stars, but then everything comes back and you quickly realize that he’s smothering you in his sizable ass. “Stop!” You try yelling out but your voice is muffled, and you even have a hard time understanding what you were saying.  

Then the smell hits you. You don’t know why it took so long but it’s like a punch in the face. You question if this guy even knows what a shower is. The smell is so musky it makes you cough and the only thing you can equate the smell to is week old underwear.  

PFFFFFBRFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Unexpectedly, he rips a terrible fart up your nose, burning your nose hairs and throat as you are forced to inhale it. The already disgusting ass mixed with the smell of rotten eggs sets you over the edge and you start thrashing about to get away. Unfortunately for you, his position has you pinned perfectly aligned with your nose right against his unwashed hole.  

He gyrates his hips forcing your head against the carpet and releases a silent but just as toxic fart right up your nose again. You try to catch your breath but it feels impossible as all you can smell is his rotten ass.

PFFFFFFBBBRRBRRRRBRBR

You thank whatever god out there that he’s still wearing the briefs as that was the wettest fart you’ve ever heard. It doesn’t save you from the smell though. More rotten eggs and sulfur smelling farts get released up your nose. You cough and gag and beg for some form of mercy. And to your surprise he stands up and you are able to take in a deep breath of fresh air. However, you notice that he’s pulling off his briefs and that’s when you really start screaming for help.

“Someone please help me! He’s going to kill me! I’m going to die!” You scream, but you know better than anyone, no one’s going to hear you. Afterall that’s why you designed this room.

“Romano told me you like to beat girls.” He pulls his ass cheeks apart making sure you get a good look at his hairy ass crack and dirty looking butthole.  

“No-no that’s not-”  

“You chose the wrong girl this time.” He interrupts. “You know why he called me in?” You shake your head no sheepishly. “It’s because when they mark how you died on your death certificate, it’s going to show that you’ve inhaled too much methane gas.” He bends back down and you go to turn your face away only for him to grab your head. He moves you back into position and firmly sits back down right onto your nose where you’re once again forced to smell his unwashed ass.

You try to hold your breath, but with the way he’s rocking his hips back and forth, it’s too hard.  

PFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“You know how I got ready for today?” Your eyes are burning and you can feel tears freely flowing down your enclosed face. “I ate 6 hard boiled eggs. Then two bags of broccoli.”  

PFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Nooooo!” You scream out as you’re continually assaulted.

“Then after that, ate a whole can of black beans.” He stops moving his hips and holds completely still.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

“I can’t-” You cough struggling to even put up much of a fight against your restraints. “Puh-please.”  

“Then I did some squats to make sure my ass was nice and sweaty for you.” He makes a point by pushing his ass up and down on your face making sure his scent was all over you. “It’s a shame the boss wants you dead. I woulda loved to see how you react when you realized you’re never getting this scent off of you.”  

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT PFFFFFFFFFF

More airy farts are expelled from his ass showing no signs of him running out of gas. “I mean, you may have been able to physically been able to get the scent off of you, but, hold on-”

PFBRBRBFFF PBBBFFF

“Oh buddy, you should check your face because that was wet.” He laughs as you start to get dizzy and dizzier. “Anytime you woulda tried to hit a girl again, all you’d ever be able to think about is how my ass ruined you.”  

FFFFF PSSSSSSS FFFFFF

Hisses of air get blown out of him. “Oh, I know how I can make this worse.” In a true turn of events, you feel his hand snake into your undies. His hand grips tight onto your cock and you feel him start to play with you.  

“Mmmfh Mmm!” You’re not even able to get real words out. That’s how fucked your brain is as he starts to get your flaccid cock awake.  

“Yeah, you like it when I get you nice and boned up with my ass in your face.” He teases as he waggles on your face. “There you go, get nice and hard.” You cry out as he has somehow managed to get your dick fully erect. His movements are steady and show that he knows what he’s doing.

PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

His skillful hand has you gasping for air and you’re forced to completely breathe in the latest butt bomb. “Bet that tasted great.” He goads, pushing you to once again try to get away. You do briefly get a second where you can turn your head, but he quickly gets you back in place using just his ass.  

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFF

You’re forced to take another deep breath as his hands masterfully work you over. It’s been barely a minute and you already feel like you’re close to exploding. “Breathe this next one in.” Your mind is so hazy that you go along with what he says.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

As soon as the fart leaves his ass, you’re inhaling willingly your mind so broken that you’re not even registering how rank his scent is. All you think of is how good it feels with his hand around your cock. You don’t even realize that it’s becoming harder and harder to stay awake. Everything around you is becoming less and less real, and then everything goes white as you start shooting your load all over yourself and the intruder’s hand. “There you go, let it all out.” He says, almost soothingly.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

He times the fart perfectly so it gets shot up your nose as you cum your brains out. And that’s the moment when you finally realize that you're suffocating and that you’re not going to make it out of this. This is how they’re going to find you. Your cum crusted all over your stomach. Your face stinking so bad they’ll probably have to wear hazmat suits.

The intruder shoots one more silent fart up your nose and that does it. Everything goes black, your head falls back against the floor lifeless. A husk of a man that you used to be. Destroyed by the ass of a superior man.

[tepkunset]

The Legend of Vox Machina S01E12 Impressions

- Let’s fucking GO!

- Oh sure I’m sure there’s nothing evil about that blade. //sarcasm

- He’s so intense oh my god!

- THAT MANIACAL LAUGH OH MY GOD!

- Well now, let’s not rule that out either...

- LOVE this effect!

- AAAAAHHHHH I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T!!!!! PERCY!!!!! BUDDY!!!!!

- NOOOOO!!!!!

- I CAN’T TAKE THIS! 😭

- Every time I think the artwork has outdone itself, more blows me away with how amazing it is! This shot right here is gorgeous!

- SEE?! This shit is spectacular oh my god, give this show all the awards for animation. The way the smoke looks like a moving painting is mind-blowing...

- FUCK ME THIS SHIT IS SO GOOD.

- *SCREAMING AGAIN*

- PERCY PLEASE!

- And it was FUCKING INCREDIBLE!

- Wicked—and I mean this literally—burn, Cassandra!

- YES! This is literally the most perfect outcome oh my god.

- I love this.

- This has gone in a completely different direction than I thought it was going to go. I was expecting a sudden “oh Vax, I love you too!” moment, but no. Honestly I’m glad for it. I can’t think of another character who is, as it turns out, canonically demisexual, and I like that they’re not pushing her into a quick relationship despite it. Means a lot.

- OKAY, STEP ASIDE VAX. Oh my god, how am I not supposed to ship Vex and Keyleth now, after the last episode and now this?

- Oh, love that Percy made his own assistive brace! Nice detail!

- I see he’s making a new pistol now, too. I wonder what cool name this one will have.

- TRINKET SCRATCHES!

- See, Vax will be just fine! He’s got two love interests, he can share at least one, surely!

- Damn, are we ending on an anti-monarchy note? Nice!

- WHAT?!?

- Wait, THAT’S IT?!?

- Oh my god.

- Oh my fucking god.

- This show.

- This fucking brilliant show!!!!!

- I want a season 2 so bad. I NEED a season 2 so bad!