#pandora knows more about fashion then any one of us

[pinkbubbles06]

Rosekiller Headcanons Pt. 2

Part 1

These may be out of order or be repeating from pt 1 but it’s only cuz I got excited…

Annnyyyyywayyyyy…. HERE WE GO!!

* Barty would be that type of person to have a thought process along the lines of “Evan deserves someone better than [insert name of whoever Evan is currently dating here]. If it were me dating him, I’d treat him much better.”

* And then he would proceed to not think on that any harder.

* Every time Barty gets an angry owl from his dad, he gets so overwhelmed by anger to the point being called by their name makes him want to scream. So all his friends start calling him "idiot" "pretty boy" "raccoon" "dumbass" respectivly until he calms down.

* lets not get it twisted, evan was 100% crazier than barty.

* Before they got together Barty would beg Pandora to make flower crowns so he could give them to Evan. If the flower crowns were from anyone else Evan would burn them on the spot. But anything from Barty he cherished forever.

* The second barty would come bounding up the hill towards him in spring, flower crown in hand, Evan would smile gently as Barty placed it on his head with such pride and joy.

* After they got together, Barty made Panda teach him how to make them so he could do it himself.

* Evan spends half his time saying "shut the fuck up" to Barty because weird stupid shit always falls out of his mouth

* (and he does shut up 'cause that man is whipped)

* Barty always forgoes pockets for the sake of fashion, and so Evan’s pockets are always full of random things of Barty’s that Barty can’t carry in his hands

* Barty is a mommas boy ™️

* Barty was shorter than Evan for the longest time but in 3rd year he had a growth spurt in the summer and was towering over Evan when they say each other on the train.

* Barty would talk to his mother about everything and everything and he mostly spoke of Evan.

* Barty’s mom had a beautiful garden and Barty asked her if she could teach him to plant roses one summer.

* When Evan came over the next summer Barty was so proud to show him the roses he grew just for him.

* barty whose eyes are locked on Evan’s throat, he wants to leave his marks all over there, bite the soft and perfect looking skin, make it his home

* then he gets hit over the head by dorcas with a pan, and she tells him to be normal

* Barty always found it real hot when Evan gets pissed and bangs someone’s head into a wall until their blood is running down their face. He loved it when Evan was insane.

* (Evan is more crazy than Barty is. Period. You can’t convince me otherwise.)

* Regulus never understood why Evan and Barty were so deranged sometimes. He’s a good child.🥲

* evan's last thought before being hit by moody's bombarda was the way barty smiles between their kisses

* Barty would always absentmindedly play with Evan’s hair at all times

* Whenever they would go out in the winter, Evan you always tell Barty to bring a coat, even though he knows he will end up carrying it for Barty because coats make him feel trapped sometimes.

* He would just be like: "wear a jacket, it's cold out!”

* And Barty would be like: ”uggghhhhh fineeeee!!!”

* Barty always opened the door for Evan or pulled his seat out before he sat down

* Evan: did you eat today?🤨

Barty: yes….👀

Evan:

Barty:

Evan: eat something love.😘

Barty:

Barty: fine.😒

* Barty wants so bad to be Evan’s trophy wife lol

* After Barty proposed, he would daydream of the moment he first sees Evan at the altar. Like. He’s so in love guys.

* barty absolutely LOVES valentine’s day and uses it as an excuse to be as publicly sexual as possible, loudly flirtatious, and is wrapped around evan like a condom

* evan pretends to DESPISE valentine’s day, acting like he forgets about the occasion just to get on Barty’s nerves- dodging his attempts to flirt / touch, and makes a show to be as unromantic as possible. on the inside, he’s squealing and kicking his feet

* Even hated Barty at first they would argue sooooo much!!!

* But then Barty grew on him like he does with every one

* Evan loves making Barty cry during sex. Especially if he is overstimulated.

* Evan loooovvvveeeessss overstimulating Barty during sex. (Barty loves it too btw lol)

* Ives said it before and I will say it again because it need to be a thing. EVAN IS NOT NOT TIMID AND HESITANT!!!! HE IS A PHYCO!!!! HE IS WORSE THAN BARTY GUYS!!! LIKE COME ON!!!!! IK I SAID THAT THE FIST TIMEHE AND BARTY DANCED HE WAS INSECURE BUT THEY WERE REALLY YOUNG AROUND THAT TIME!!! LIKE 14!!! (At least in my head…) AFTER THAT INE TOME HE WAS SOOOOO CONFIDENT!!!

* (sorry for yelling lol)

* Any way….

* if you don’t think regulus had a little sign with the amount of times barty got pushed off the beds for being a little shit ur so wrong

* Barty‘s mother had a huge family estate in the countryside that Barty’s mother and he would go and live in during the summer. it’s also where her garden is. Barty would drag Evan along every time

* Barty’s dad lived in the city because of his job…

* They announced their relationship on April Fools and were both laughing their ass off watching Hogwarts try to figure out if they were actually dating or not.

* Evan is really shitty about being woken up. like if he falls asleep on the couch just leave him there, don’t wake him up to try and get him to go to bed because he will bite your head off. When Barty finds him on the couch in the common room he will settle down and cuddle up next to him and read a book. Or take a nap with him lol. Depends

[tigrrliily]

I present: Even rosier and Pandora Rosier 🌹🐼

I decided that I wanted to draw more of the characters within the marauders era. I had to draw the Rosiers as fast as possible after being forced to work on uni assignments for so long🥲but anyway, I hope you like them as much as I do 😊

[miabrown007]

Felonies and Other Love Languages

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

Chapter 3 - Pandora’s Box (12,708 words, 3/32 chapters)

Adrien would like to walk along the edge of the curb with his arms outstretched. Like he used to when his mother was there, her palm hovering a breath away from his, ready to catch him anytime.

Instead, he scurries between patches of light on the crushed stone path of Place des Vosges. He doesn't understand why being late fazes him.

He shouldn’t even be here.

He should be up at the office, checking the CCTV footage with Kim to notify the police about the break-in. Or he should be at dinner, informing his father about today’s mishap. He shouldn’t be sneaking out under the disguise of meeting Chloé for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be searching for Carapace’s hooded figure in the shadows of the park.

In his head, Adrien knows that. But he follows his heart. And his heart rounds a corner with a leap, only to come to a halt in front of a well-lit fountain.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Carapace says, his eyes shining brightly over his green facemask. He has his arms crossed over his chest in what seems to be a futile attempt at keeping himself warm in the spring chill, dressed in nothing but a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt.

Adrien doesn’t hold back his grin. With his own mask in place, it’s not like Carapace can see it. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

It’s a stupid joke, but if he made up a cat-themed persona for himself, he intends to commit to the bit. Plagg would surely be proud of him. (Even if, realistically speaking, Adrien knows that house cats, much like fathers, are never actually proud. Still, he likes to pretend that what they share is special and goes beyond owning a Blue Ribbon pedigree.)

“You expect you’re walking into your doom and still show up? Admirable,” Carapace chuckles, unaware of the truth those words actually hold. “Now come on, the others are waiting for us. I promise we don’t bite.” He starts on one of the paths leading out of the park, muttering under his nose, “Well, most of us.”

Adrien decides he doesn't actually want to know what Carapace means by that. In his hurry to catch up, the gravel almost slips out from under Adrien’s sneakers, but by some miracle—or years and years of athletic training—he keeps himself upright. “What did you say, who are these people we are meeting?”

The light of a street lamp glinting in Carapace’s glasses as he spares Adrien a glance. “I didn’t.”

It’s more than fair to receive the same non-answer to his question as Adrien had given earlier that day. Still, his chuckle is nervous. He fights the fidgety feeling that urges him to double check that the GPS on his phone is switched on.

“Don’t stress about it, they are friends,” Carapace adds in a softer tone as they exit the park on the northern side and stop in the shadow of the arcades. “We’re almost there, so I’ll have to ask you to put this on,” he says, handing Adrien a baby blue knitted scarf.

“There’s a dress code? This place must be really fancy,” Adrien laughs as he takes the piece of fabric and wraps it around his neck.

Carapace blinks at him, twice, before a chuckle leaves him too. “No, it’s— It’s for your eyes, actually. Just a precaution until we know we can trust you.”

Thank god it’s pitch dark and he can’t see the way Adrien flushes.

“Yeah, I— I knew that. Obviously!”

With much more reluctant motions, he re-ties the scarf around his eyes. He had considered swapping his contacts for glasses—for the sake of an even less Adrien Agreste™-looking disguise—but now he’s glad he’d dropped the idea. Blindfolding himself with them on would be a pain. Actually, merely existing with glasses and a facemask on is a pain, as Adrien was forced to discover this afternoon after much experimenting with the concept.

So, contacts, and anxiety over being only fashionably late it was.

“Sorry, it’s part of the protocol. Let me spin you right round here for a second,” Carapace says, his voice lighthearted. He grabs Adrien by the shoulders and turns him around a few times, until he has no idea what is up and what is down. “Thank you for choosing the Rena Rouge entertainment park, we hope you had a good time,” he says, in the worst imitation of a carnival pitchman.

Still, it somewhat eases the knot in Adrien’s stomach that’s as tight as Nathalie’s hairdo on any given day.

“And now, this way. We’re almost there,” Carapace says, grabbing his upper arm and guiding him forward.

The irony of their first meeting going almost exactly like this—only with their roles reversed—isn’t lost on Adrien, but at this point, he just follows the instructions. He's pretty good at that.

Losing his sight serves to draw his attention to his other senses. He’s acutely aware of the silence stretching between them, the noises of cars and buzzing electric advertisements on shops’ façades.

The pavement under his feet takes a sharp turn, and the city’s noises melt into the background, signalling their approaching arrival. Adrien can’t decide if that or his still spinning head is the reason he feels like he’s going to throw up his supper.

“Who is Rena Rouge?” he asks, despite his nausea.

The beam is evident in Carapace’s voice, even over the sound of a door opening and closing behind them. “Oh, Rena Rouge? Just the most amazing, passionate, talented girl in the whole wide world, who, coincidentally, also makes the best colombo.”

"Your girlfriend?" Adrien guesses.

"For the time being," a cheeky voice slices through the vanilla and pastry-flavoured air.

Carapace comes to a sudden halt. "Hey, what‘s that supposed to mean?"

"Well,” presumably-Rena Rouge says, “we are getting married sometime in the future, aren't we?"

"That's like, the worst way to put that, babe," he argues but laughs along nevertheless.

There’s another giggle, one that eases the trembling of Adrien’s stomach. "Um, guys. The plan."

"Right, the plan!" Rena Rouge confirms, as if she has completely forgotten they are, indeed, in the middle of something that is starting to feel suspiciously like a hostage situation.

Adrien, who at this point would really like to see his surroundings, shifts on his feet. "So, what's the plan?"

Suddenly, someone removes his scarf, two bluebell eyes staring into his soul. "You are the plan, Chat Noir!"

[read the whole chapter on AO3]

[soupinaboot]

You know what, fuck your Henry Potter headcannons here's some of the girls headcannons that doesn't involve any of the boys + fancast

All

Played DnD together

They all knew the passwords to get into each other's dorms

Had a book club

Favorite hangout spot was by the lake

Would pull a lot of pranks, but no one ever knew it was them

After Hogwarts they all got matching tattoos

Lived close by so that they could walk to each other's houses

Many girls trips

They were called the Crusaders

Sleepovers.

Lily Evans

Working class Midlands accent

Short but slouchs so she looks shorter than she actually is

Loves romance books

Favorite author is Jane Austen

Also loves to read muggle comics

Her favorite superhero is Spider-Man

Has ADHD and OCD but didn't get diagnosed till later in life

Freckles, everywhere

Bisexual and totally had a crush on Mary when she was younger

Plus Size

Sarcastic and snarky as fuck

Amazing writer but horrible handwriting

She tried really hard to be the wingman for Marlene and Dorcas

<3 ABBA <3

Was everyone's gay awakening

Wanted to grow her own food and garden more but hated dirt

Greek Mythology nerd

Had a lot of plants but never knew how to care for them

Doesn't like to watch Quidditch but read a lot about it

Cottagecore

Favorite color is Green

Hates the cold and loves summer

Hibiscus tea lover

Fighter

Mary MacDonald

Has a lot of siblings, is the oldest

Owns a lot of cameras and loves taking photos of her friends

Bisexual and had a crush on Lily

Best class was charms

Loves doing makeup

Plans all the sleepovers

Makes jewelry

Coffee > Tea

Pink was her favorite color

Loudest and most contagious laugh

Friends with almost everyone

Plays the trumpet, I have no reason she just has the vibes of a trumpet player

Paints her nails a different color every week

Dog person

Owns a record player that is covered in stickers

Hippie fashion sense

Grew up in a poorer area

Sewed a lot of her own clothes and makes things for her friends

Best friends with her mom

Christmas is her favorite holiday

Loves to listen to Lily rant about books even when she has no idea what she's saying

<3 Fleetwood Mac <3

Favorite flower is an Iris

Sorcerer

Marlene McKinnon

Lily made her realize she was a Lesbian

Thick scottish accent

Was Minerva's favorite student

Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team

Really good at art

Does her own piercings

Ambivert but it depends on who she's with

Tallest in the group

Doesn't like anyone touching her hair other than Dorcas

Is the only one Mary let's do her makeup

Favorite color is red

LOVES leather

Ur mom jokes

Nazareth lover

Also Stevie Nicks fan

She cut her hair the same as Stevie Nick

Loves watching horror movies with Lily

Never wears her uniform the right way

Puts hot sauce on EVERYTHING

Bass player

I'm sorry but she is a lightweight

Pins and buttons on all her clothes

Really wanted a dog growing up but they couldn't afford one

Barbarian

Dorcas Meadowes

Has a lot of crystals

Best friends with Pandora and they talk a lot about astrology

Fell in love with Marlene at first sight

Slytherin, I'm not sure if it's cannon but she just is

Quidditch chaser

Favorite weather is cloudy and rainy

Punk hippie

Taught Lily how to care for her plants

Has a nose piercing

LESBIAN!!!

Horrible flirt

Might of had a crush on Pandora at some point

New about the tunnels and used them regularly

Favorite subject was potions but sucked at them

Very mixed friend group with a lot of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Gryffindor friends

Played Quidditch with her parents when she was younger

Makes tea with Lily while they gossip

Draws with Marlene

Second tallest in the group and hates that Marlene uses it against her(secretly loves it)

Loves coconut flavored things but hates coconut

Dolly Parton fan

Owns a lot of rainbow things

Loves psychological horror books

Druid

Pandora Lovegood

Very important to me that Xenophilius took her last name

Obviously hippie

Made friendship bracelets for all her friends

Vegan

Had a lot of pets. A lot

A few consisted of three cats, four frogs, two snakes, and a bird(yes she had more)

Grew up in a small cottage with a single mother

Marlene gave her a few piercings

Trans mtf

Ravenclaw

Was really good friends with Lily

She and Lily planed out play dates for Harry and Luna while Pandora was pregnant and before Lily died

Was the one that had the idea for a book club

Flower crown enthusiast

Always wore skirts no matter the occasion

Helped the house elves clean

Painted her nails with Mary

Drove a Volkswagen Beetle that Marlene painted on

Youngest in her group

Hyperfixation on dragons

Asked the sorting hat to put her in Ravenclaw because her favorite color was blue(not to say she wasn't smart enough to be in it)

Hung out a lot with Sybill Trelawney

Lily introduced her to muggle comics and Pandora's favorite hero was Startfire

Bard

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “Dead Stick”

The basics:  Aiden Hanna’s jet crashes and the team works to find out why it happened.

Written by:  Lee A. Carlisle wrote or co-wrote “Golden Days”, “Reentry”, “Into the Breach”, “Concours D’Elegance”, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”, "Sundown" and “Pandora’s Box”.

Directed by:  Dennis Smith directed “Fame”, “Standoff”, “Rocket Man”, “Cyberthreat”, “Exit Strategy”, “Patriot Acts”, “Out of the Past” part one, “The Livelong Day”, Between the Lines”, “Deep Trouble” part two, “Black Budget", “Black Wind”, “Blame it On Rio”, “Defectors”, “Matryoshka” part one, “Granger, O”, “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Hot Water”, “From Havana With Love”, “Plain Sight”, the lighthearted “Monster”, “Superhuman”, “One of Us”, “Smokescreen” part one, “Decoy”, “Mother” (episode 250), “Alsiyadun”, “The Bear”, “Angry Karen”, “Signs of Change” and “Fukushu”.

Guest stars of note: Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr is back from season 14 premiere “Game of Drones”.  Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna returns from last week’s “Body Stitchers” episode.  Tye White as Aiden Hanna is back from “Watch Over Me”, the 17th episode in season 11.  Joanna Bacalso as Navy Lieutenant Commander Kristina Hirsch, Gabriel Burrafato as Navy Commander Jose Espinoza, Ryan Radis as Jake Primiani, Christopher Amitrano as Navy Maintenance Master Chief Brian Frazier, Sean Freeland as Marco Madsen, Brittany Freeth as Navy Air Controller, Erik R. Norris as Patrick, Linara Washington as Nurse Constance Harper.

Our heroes:   Work to learn why Aiden Hanna’s jet failed.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen:   Doesn’t think Aiden is at fault but needs to investigate fairly. Sam:   Son of Major, father of Sonic. Kensi:    See Deeks Deeks:   Absent. Fatima:  Praying in the burn room. Rountree:  Distracted by his issues with LAPD. Kilbride:  Running things in Ops with ease.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen:  Shares Raymond’s enjoyment messing with Sam. Sam:   May have found a caretaker for Raymond. Kensi:    Absent. Deeks:   See Kensi. Fatima:  Going out for a sad celebration with Shyla. Rountree:  Looking to the Admiral for guidance. Kilbride:  Offering guidance by telling Rountree the team has his back.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Nary a mention.

Who's down with OTP:   Who knows.  They weren’t here but there weren't there together, so that's good.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Very little BrOTP time though the three generations of Hanna men were great. 

Fashion review:  Callen wore a black polo-style shirt (really more Chris O’Donnell than G. Callen).  Sam in a dark blue long-sleeve tee.  Fatima had a grey sweater over a white mock turtleneck.  Rountree wore a pale purple Carhart long-sleeve tee (great color).  As always, the Admiral wore a blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress shirt, blue tie.

Music:  “Sunday Morning Underground” by Faustus is playing during the opening scenes at the beach.  “Initial Mailing” by Cargo is playing while Marco is being questioned by Fatima and Rountree.

Any notable cut scene:   Four straight without a deleted scene.

Quote:  Sam:  “Oh, Callen told me something interesting...Sonic.” Raymond:  “Now, see, I'm confused again.” Aiden:  “Uh, it's my call sign, Grandpop.  Your squadron picks it for you, usually after you've done something pretty stupid.” Sam:  “Yeah, like, say illegally breaking the sound barrier?  Something like that?” Aiden:  “Well, let's just say that my plane wasn't the only thing that went supersonic that day.  I have never seen my CO use that many curse words.” Raymond:  “My boy.”

Anything else:    Some previously-s with Aiden telling Sam he’s going to fly for the Navy, Aiden flying for the Navy, the Rountree siblings traffic stop from hell.

On the beach, a hustler is scamming a fisherman into getting a fishing license for a public pier.  As they negotiate, a military plane passes over them but the jet’s engine blows out and the plane starts to fail.  The plane crashes but the pilot ejects just before impact.  As his parachute lands, the fisherman races over to see the pilot, who is alive but not conscious.  The hustler isn’t thrilled, especially since the fishing liecens thing may have been less than legit.  Ambulances are heard in the background as the hustler pulls the fisherman away from the pilot.  Best not to be involved.

The pilot’s uniform nameplate reads “Hanna”.

Walking through the office, Shyla gets a number of messages and calls on her cellphone.  Looking for somewhere quiet to take the call, she walks into the burn room only to find Fatima praying.  Shyla is surprised Fatima would pray in a place like the burn room but “anywhere is a place of prayer” for Fatima.  Well, not bathrooms and graveyards. 

Shyla explains the calls are coming from her soon to be ex-husband.  They have been separated  for three-years but just started with the divorce proceedings.  While her ex isn’t contesting the divorce, he also doesn’t want it.  All the papers have been filed, just waiting for the court to say everything is in order.  The phone rings again so Fatima leaves Shyla to deal with the soon to be former Mr. Shyla.

In wardrobe, Rountree is rummaging through his stored pants.  He is searching for his wallet – he thought it may have left it in one of his undercover outfits.  The Admiral arrives and finds the wallet immediately on a nearby table.  Seeing Rountree is out of sorts, the Admiral asks him what is going on.  According to Det. Whiting, LAPD wants Rountree to speak to their PR department.  The plans is for LAPD to give paid leave to the officers involved in the traffic stop where Rountree and Jordyn were harassed.  While Rountree didn’t know what LAPD planned to do with the officers, paid leave “sure as hell” wasn’t part of the plan.

Knowing it isn’t his place to comment, the Admiral says that things may not get better even if Rountree pushes it.  “Crooked cops have gotten less for doing worse.”  Rountree knows that.  He also thinks that if he wasn’t a federal agent, LAPD wouldn’t be interested in doing anything at all.  Again, not wanting to tell Rountree what to do, the Admiral reminds Rountree that NCIS works with LAPD and LAPD could make things tough for Rountree.  “Tough is what I do,” Rountree tells him.  Then the Admiral thinks it should be easy for Rountree to clean up his mess in wardrobe.

An annoyed Raymond walks into the boat shed with Sam as Callen sits at the boat shed table.  Seems pancakes are Raymond’s issue.  Sam’s mom would make Raymond’s pancakes with premade mix while his caretaker makes them from scratch and says she makes them from the mix.  And if she lies about that, what else is the caretaker lying about. 

Callen apologizes for not knowing Raymond was coming – he only got two cups of coffee.  It’s not a problem for Raymond, he take Sam’s coffee.  The coffee isn’t the only thing Sam lost that morning – Raymond’s caretaker quit.  Sam can’t believe this is all about pancakes while Callen disagrees – breakfast in the most important meal of the day.  Raymond teams up with Callen to mock Sam. 

Walking to the back of the boatshed, Sam is looking for someone to take care of Raymond that day.  Callen helpfully suggests Agent Castor.  Raymond and Callen share their mutual enjoyment of messing with Sam.  Sam’s phone rings – Aiden is in the hospital near Point Magu.  Sam and Raymond are on their way while Callen tries to find out what NCIS knows.

NCIS doesn’t know much, according to Fatima, except Aiden’s F-35 crashed.  Fatima and the Admiral meet Shyla and Rountree in Ops, Callen is on the big screen with Lt. Commander Kristina Hirsh, a JAG Officer.  Lt. Hanna is fine, being held for observation overnight.  The Admiral asks about the cause of the crash.  Hirsh is tasked with finding out what caused the crash.  The cause of the crash could be as simple equipment failure or pilot error or something worse.  Hirsh mentions the F-35 taken down by the drone swarm in “Murmuration” last season – nice callback show!  Since both crashes were in the OSP’s backyard, she’s asking for their help.  She is going to question Aiden but will need help looking for evidence near the crash site.  Rountree is all in.

Hirsh tells the team that Aiden was on a test flight out of Point Magu when the plane crashed.  The plane barely missed an apartment building.  The Admiral sends Fatima and Rountree to the beach to interview witnesses being held there by LAPD.  Shyla is going to the boat shed to meet Callen and interview the maintenance supervisor who got the plane in the air.   Hirsh makes it clear, Special Agent Hanna can’t be involved with the investigation into Lt. Hanna.  “I’m sure he’ll have no problem with that,” the Admiral says.

Callen calls Sam, who understands he can’t be involved with the investigation but isn’t thrilled.  Sam is arriving at the hospital with Raymond.  He asks Callen to keep in him the loop.  Walking into Aiden’s hospital room, Sam and Raymond find Aiden with a walking boot on his right leg, some bumps and bruises but a big smile and a promise that he’s just fine.  Aiden just finished a call with Kam.  Raymond is thrilled to see Aiden and the feeling is mutual – though it isn’t ‘grandpa’, Raymond is “Major”. 

The bruises on Aiden’s face are from the ejection.  He has a concussion and a sprained ankle from the landing.  Aiden is trying to remember what happened when Lt. Commander Hirsh arrives.  She apologies for intruding while Aiden struggles to salute.  He’s quickly told “at ease”.  After introducing herself to Sam, she’d like to get started on Aiden’s official statement.

In the boat shed, Navy Maintenance Master Chief Brian Frazier is answering questions about his responsibilities inspecting all aircraft for Aiden’s squadron.  If there is an incident with a plane, all logbooks and maintenance records for an aircraft are secured so they can’t be altered.   The records are available to be reviewed at any time. 

Aiden’s plane is a newer plane.  It wasn’t due for a full maintenance review for another 100-hours.  The plane went through the proper pre-flight inspection before “Sonic” took off that morning.  “Sonic” confuses Callen and Shyla but Sonic is Aiden’s call sign.  Frazier was shocked to hear about the crash – Aiden is a great pilot.

Callen asks about it being a test flight.  It was and it is classified but the company behind what they were testing is Starling Aeronautics.  Frazier really can’t say much but things with Starling are overbudget and behind schedule.  Frazier’s CO would know more.   Shyla goes to get the Admiral involved with contacting the CO.

Aiden tries to take Hirsh through the flight with Sam and Raymond sitting in on the interview.  Things went off without a hitch flying to the area where he was going to put the plane through an exercise.  All systems worked perfectly.  Returning to Point Magu, he’s not sure what happened next.  His memory is fuzzy.  He knows he had to punch out but can’t remember why.  Raymond suggests working backwards from what he can remember – that works for Raymond sometimes. 

None of this is working for Hirsh.  She notes that the autopilot was shut off before the crash – does Aiden remember doing that?  He does not.  Hirsh brings up that Aiden received several LOI’s – Letters of Instruction – for “pushing the envelope”.  He purposely broke the sound barrier while flying over the continental United States.  Raymond is shocked, Sam says Aiden would never do that.  One look from Aiden and he did do it.  Sam is not pleased but Raymond reminds his son that he wasn’t always “Mr. Perfect” as a kid.  While Sam doesn’t see what breaking the sound barrier has to do with the crash, Hirsh tells him that Aiden’s performance, including past incidents of “flat-hatting” (showing off), are a part of the investigation.  The Navy just lost a $94-million plane.  Raymond wants to know if the afterburners are jewel-encrusted at that price tag. 

Saying she only allowed Sam and Raymond to stay for the interview because they are decorated combat veterans, Hirsh tells them they have to stay quiet.  Sam is offended Aiden’s integrity would be called into question.  Hirsh orders the two senior Hannas out of the room.

At the beach, Fatima and Rountree learn nobody noticed anything until the plane crashed.  No signs of a surface to air missile, which would have left a smoke trail, or a drone swarm.  Some witnesses saw the hustler leave in his van.  The beach has a license  plate reader – they may be able to find him.

In Ops, the Admiral speaks to Master Chief Frazier’s CO, Commander Jose Espinoza.  Espinoza explains that Starling is providing software that upgrade the electronic warfare capability.  The plane, according to Espinoza, is a “flying computer” that can be improved by software upgrades.  The Admiral asks if the software test could have caused the crash.  Espinoza does not believe it could – the software test was not a part of Aiden’s return to base.  The Admiral asks if there is someone he can talk to at Starling.  Espinoza will tell the software’s project manager.

Outside of Aiden’s hospital room, Sam is outraged by how Hirsh is handling the case.  Raymond is more on Hirsh’s side – she is doing her job.  Sam is surprised by Raymond’s attitude – why was he cracking jokes?  Where was the hardass that made Sam call him “Major”?  Raymond is letting go of things he held so hard when he was a younger man.  He’s sorry – sorry for what he did to Sam and what he did to Sam’s mother. 

Sam didn’t appreciate Raymond’s tough love at the time but it made Sam the man he is today.  And he loves Raymond for that.  Raymond tells Sam that seeing the man he’s become allowed him to loosen his grip and now it is time for Sam to do the same thing for Aiden.  Because Aiden can handle it.

Testifying, Aiden said he was struggling with the controls.  The plane was no longer performing as it should.  Hirsh asks why didn’t Aiden call in the plane issues.  Aiden tells her he did.  When she looks confused, he wonders if he didn’t.  Hirsh asks if Aiden was trying to liven-up an otherwise boring flight back to Point Magu.  The flight was being monitored at Point Magu and according to the data, everything was working fine until the autopilot was turned off.  If Aiden turned off the autopilot, the cause of the crash would be pilot error – a likely career-ender.

Hirsh leaves Aiden, she has some paperwork to do.  Raymond asks if she knows where the cafeteria is.  She does and wouldn’t mind some lunch herself.  The two leave Sam with Aiden, who is up and trying to pour himself some water.  Sam asks how things are going  - “badly”.  Aiden tells Sam if the crash is due to pilot error, he’s done.  But he can’t remember.  Sam suggests going through what happened but Aiden collapses. 

Sam gets Aiden back to his bed – the concussion is an issue.  Raymond’s dementia may have been from concussions he received in the service.  Sam had them too from football and to SEALs.  Nobody knows for sure what happens.  Raymond and Sam were told to shake things off.  Aiden has to learn from them and take better care of himself.

A very impatient Shyla is waiting with Callen for the Starling Aeronautics project manager in the boat shed.  Callen actually thinks they is good – project managers usually make NCIS visit them.  Shyla asks if Callen thinks Aiden actually caused the crash.  Callen turns the question on Shyla – what if he did think Aiden caused the crash.  A good NCIS Agent looks past what they think to look at the case from every angle.  Pilots make mistakes.  The F-35 pilot program only takes the best and while high-end pilots hotdog it from time to time, it is all part of the job.  So if it isn’t pilot error, what is it.  Callen admits he doesn’t think it is pilot error but that’s not their side of the investigation.

Wandering into the boatshed is Jake Primiani, complete with his Starling Aeronautics embroidered polo shirt.  He wants to get this over with – a tad nervous.

At the beach, Rountree asks Fatima if she thinks he’s making a mistake pushing for more punishment for Officer O’Neal.  Fatima doesn’t think he is.  He doesn’t know what to do.  He was so angry that morning when he thought he lost his wallet.  He’s had moments like that since the stop.  Fatima sympathizes.  Whatever Rountree choses to do, she knows he isn’t weak for making that decision.  He doesn’t want this to define who he is as an agent.  Fatima says he can’t control what others think.  Some will always think badly of him if he fights.  Others will know the principled person she sees every day.  She wants him to do the right thing for himself – “tree may bend but tree don’t break.”  Rountree likes that.

Fatima gets info on the license plate for the van.  She asks the Admiral to run a Kaleidoscope search for the van.  He can do that and doesn’t need the pat on the back Fatima offers.  He’s no CYO soccer brat looking for a participation trophy.   The van belongs to a Marco Madsen, the fish license hustler on the beach.   He’s just a few blocks away.

Primiani is nervous – the software is being run in flight simulators to recreate what happened to Aiden but nothing matches.  Shyla asks why the project is running behind.  Primiani says they were not given enough time – there is never enough time for a project like this.  The normal glitches and bugs happened early in the project and while it took time to fix them, the deadline stays the same.  Primiani needs to get back to Point Magu to prepare another flight.  Callen and Shyla release him.

Raymond is having a hard time with a vending machine.  He wanted a Twinkie is told the machine is now cashless after COVID, according to a nurse.  She gets him a Twinkie with her credit card and refuses to let Raymond pay for it.  She also gets one for herself.

In his room, Aiden asks how “grandpop” is doing.  Sam mentions Raymond’s good days and bad days.  Aiden has a flash of memory – the engine flamed out.  When the engine flames out, the autopilot automatically switches off.  Commander Hirsh said the data says everything was working fine but it wasn’t.  Sam goes off to find Hirsh.

Discovered in his van, Madsen tries to run from NCIS.  That goes poorly.  Rountree mentions the plane crash.  Madsen says yes, a plane crashed.  With some prodding, he remembers that the engine was flaming out.  This confirms what Aiden remembers and disproves whatever data was given to Hirsh.  While Fatima calls this in, Rountree wants to know about the fishing licenses.

The Admiral has another conversation with Espinoza.  Another flight is testing the software so Kilbride wants Espinoza to know that an eyewitness confirms Aiden’s account of the crash.  The engine cut out and only restarted when Aiden punched out.  Behind Espinoza, the Navy flight personnel at Point Magu lost contact with the pilot of the second flight.  The plane is losing altitude.  Kilbride gets Aiden on the phone to try to walk Espinoza through what happened on his flight. 

Aiden remembers who he almost got the plane restarted.  He gives the instructions to Espinoza to give to the pilot – “Kegger”.  While Kegger falls off the radar screen for a few seconds, the instructions work and both pilot and plane are saved.  Hirsh witnessed Aiden’s heroics.  She wants him to finish his statement.  Sam asks about Raymond but Hirsh last saw him with the nurse by the vending machine.

Arriving at Point Magu, Callen and Shyla want to talk to Primiani, who does not want to talk to them at all.  Plus there is no proof the software is the issue.  Callen wonders how two of the best trained pilots in the world flying two separate cutting edge planes nearly suffer the same “never-before-seen” system failure.  Primiani said they knew there was a flaw but it was patched months ago.  The flaw – the new system can override the flight computer.  But unless someone bypassed the fix, it couldn’t happen.  And he wouldn’t do that.  Primiani’s entire career is about making this system work. 

Asked about who else could override the patch, Primiani says the computers are all air gapped and stored at Point Magu.  Everyone on the flight and maintenance crew would have access to the computers but like Primiani, why would they risk their careers to override the patch.  There is one computer that just records who logs in and out of the computers.  Callen, Shyla and Primiani are off to check.

Walking into Ops, Fatima asks Kilbride for a “sitrep” – saying she always wanted to do that.  The Admiral is not pleased.  They have to investigate every Starling employee to see who could be either taking part in terrorism or industrial espionage. 

Sam finds Raymond and his newly found nurse buddy walking back to Aiden’s room.  The nurse is kind to Raymond and to Sam.  Sam is surprised Raymond let the nurse help him.  Constance, the nurse, is per diem at the hospital and does some side work in home healthcare.  She passes Sam a card as she leaves.

Hirsh tells Sam that the investigation is moving from Aiden to Starling Aeronautics.  Sam has been released from the sidelines and can return to work with NCIS.  Raymond is going to stay with Aiden, Sam is on his way to Point Magu.

At the Starling Aeronautics office at Point Magu, one of the computer hard drives is missing.  The Admiral wants everyone at Starling investigated but Fatima has found only one person with irregular financials – Master Chief Frazier.  Frazier is walking to his vehicle when Callen and Shyla try to stop him. 

Shyla calls base security as Frazier carjacks one of the base’s work trucks.  Callen jumps into the flatbed and while Frazier tries to get away, Shyla chases in the NCIS vehicle.  Sam is arriving at Point Magu as Frazier tries to leave.

Frazier gets out of the stole vehicle and puts his gun to his own head.  Shyla tells him not to do it.  Frazier says Starling knew about the troubled software and he tried to tell everyone about it.  He allowed the second flight go take off to prove that Aiden’s flame out was due to the software and not pilot error.  Sam talks Frazier out of killing himself, saying that he forgives Frazier for what happened as he knows others will.  Frazier puts the gun down and is arrested.  Shyla is shocked Sam can forgive but he is being gracious and is willing to try.

Back at Ops, Shyla and Fatima talk.  Frazier wasn’t being quite so selfless.  He was paid by one of Starling’s rivals to help tank the project.  Fatima asks about Shyla’s earlier calls.  The divorce is finalized.  She’s surprised you don’t get anything official – it is just over.  Fatima offers a celebration drink to make it official.  Unless Shyla wants to be sad because Fatima can do that too.  Shyla decides on celebration with a little sadness and they’ll be doing that once the after-action reports are filed.

A calmer Roundtree has a very neat desk except for his football for when his team beat the Admiral’s Tigers.  Rountree asks the Admiral what would he do if he was Rountree.  The Admiral makes it clear, it isn’t up to him, it is up to Rountree.  That said, he’d like to see “the bastard’s hide nailed to the outhouse wall instead of just a slap on the wrist.”   Rountree is worried about making NCIS’s job harder.  The Admiral makes is clear that Rountree is a part of a very elite team and every member of that team supports whatever Rountree does.

Sam and Hirsh talk – Aiden will be back in the jet as soon as the flight surgeon clears him from his injuries.  She also says that Aiden staying with the plane so long saved lives – he got the plane to fire and when it did, it missed an apartment building.  Aiden saved lives and will be getting a commendation for it.  Hirsh is impressed - was a “stick jockey” herself. 

In his room, Aiden is playing backgammon with Raymond.  Sam arrives with a Martin Baker Squadron patch.   Martin Baker is the seat ejection manufacturer.  Raymond breaks out his flask and is willing to share but Aiden has a concussion and Sam is driving so Raymond had a swig while the other Hannas have some water.

Sam brings up “Sonic” which confused Raymond.  “Sonic” is Aiden’s call sign – a call sign is given to a pilot by the squadron after the pilot does something dumb.  Like breaking the sound barrier of the United States.  Aiden assures the older Hannas that he wasn’t the only one to go supersonic that day – he never saw the CO use that many swear words.

What head canon can be formed from here:  For an episode that had a lot of family storylines – the Hanna men, Rountree and Jordyn’s nightmare experience, Shyla’s divorce – it was a rather sterile hour.  Not a lot of emotion or passion about Aiden nearly dying or Aiden possibly ruining his career.  Rountree who was so full of righteous indignation over what happened to him and to Jordyn is now looking to walk away.  And Shyla seems more bothered that her soon to be ex is calling than their marriage is over.  I would have liked a little more passion or fire in any of those storylines.

The episode had a season 12 feel – Sam was largely siloed with the family, Callen worked with Shyla, Fatima, Rountree, the Admiral and a little Shyla in scenes. 

The random JAG officer was well played but why not find Bud or Sturgis or some other JAG series actors to play that role.  Manetti was out, Tamlyn Tomita played a DHS Officer in season six on the show. Admiral Chegwidden's multiple appearances would have totally made this work.

The burn room was back!  I missed that place.  It was a great piece to the super-secret office set-up over the years.

Episode number:     Episode 306, season 14’s fourth hour.

[h4desian]

I love your fem nostalgia stuff on ao3! Do you by any chance have some headcanons for them?

Anon you have no idea the kind of pandora box you just opened. Sure, I got some!

Fem! Onodera:

She was raised from a very young age to become the spitting image of the ideal japanese wife (yamato nadeshiko) by her mother (her father doesn't mind as much and is fine with who she is already). While she appears to be one at first glance, due to the feminine way she dresses (the kind of feminine a japanese man would like, i.e., modest), she is far from being a traditional woman.

For starters, she sucks at domestic chores. Just like canon Ritsu, her place is a mess. Her cooking skills are a bit more "refined" (her mom pushed her to learn how to cook as a way to become the perfect wife and mother), but it still leaves much to be desired (she is the kind of person who would burn the water).

Also, just like canon Ritsu, she was involved in an arranged married with her childhood friend and the only child of the Kohinatas (Akkun??? Yeah, let's go with that name for now). However, he was already aware of Ritsuko's umm...sapphic inclinations, and is very supportive of her. He is the one who called off the engagement, as Ritsuko's mother has always been more willing to listen to him instead of her own daughter.

As for her name, Ritsuko, I went with that since all sources I found about Ritsu as a name said that it's a guy's name (I'm aware that there are female characters named Ritsu). Also, I've heard that "yamato nadeshiko" women typically have names ending in -ko, so it was perfect.

Her job makes her prefer outfits that prioritize comfort over aesthetics. Even so, she is a fan of fashion (particularly couture fashion), and she likes to try on different outfits when she is all alone. Okay, MAYBE Takano has helped her a little with these "fashion shows" but you get the idea.

Speaking of fashion, she definitely has some lingerie in her closet (think of the most lacey, cutesy, and girly lingerie you could ever image). There is no big reason as to why she has them, she just thinks it makes her look cute. These are hidden as much as possible so that no one can find them.

Just like canon Ritsu, Ritsuko is a literature person. Her favorite genres are mystery and historical fiction.

 Fem! Takano:

Not many differences with canon Takano. Because of her upbringing, she is a very independent person and is not under the pressure to get married and have kids, unlike most japanese women (read: Onodera).

This is more of a general thing: all the Emerald girls (yes, they're all girls in my AU) have different "female tropes" vibes. In Takano's case, she gives femme fatale vibes. While she can be intimidating as a boss (and the reason why she might be seen as one), Takano is a sensitive woman. Onodera knows this better than anybody else.

I named her Masami in my AU. Technically, the feminine version of Masamune is Masako, but I didn’t want to use too many names ending in -ko. Masami is a name with a plethora of writings. In this case, I like this version: 雅美, it means “elegant beauty”. I think it fits her just right.

She never gave too much thought about her sexuality back in high school. There were a lot of guys who liked her, and she even got some confessions and love letters from them. The other girls would say that she was very lucky, but she didn't feel like it was like that. It wasn't until Oda came into the picture that she went "shit I'm gay".

She still has one of the books she borrowed from Onodera back in high school. Ritsuko has completely forgotten about it. You can see it on Takano's bookcase.

Takano is the type of person who could wear anything and would still look good. She shows up in a hoodie and some sweatpants and other women at Marukawa are like "omg fashion icon!!".

You bet your ass she sends Ritsuko pictures of cats snuggling together and write something like "look it's us". She isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. Actually, Onodera doesn’t her want her to stop either.

These are some I have for now, hope you like them :)

[2dayihaveaheadache]

New Obikin snippet. A tiny scene from College/University AU, in which bookish lit professor Kenobi met Anakin (who is a total Twink and with that absolutely Obi-Wan's type) at a bar. Just as the sun raises, Obi-Wan flees out of guilt (catholic guilt, let's hope he was nice enough to leave a note) and now is faced with his growing affection for the infatuating young man (or more so a looming sexual crisis)

I do find it hard to realize my true potential And without the right credentials I am lost

A new attraction meant a possible new love and that could only lead to a new heartbreak, sighed Obi-Wan, dwelling on memories of last night’s Twink. 

A knock echoed through his office and tore Obi-Wan out of his thoughts. Office hours, he reminded himself with a smile, grateful for the distraction. The door was opened and a girl entered with confident steps. She was tall for her age, over 5’8. Her bleached hair was braided and formed into two horns on her head – a fashion statement, Obi-Wan guessed. Alternative or Punk or whatever the teens liked nowadays and could combine with Dr. Martens and an excessive amount of black. As an Add-on a couple of the strands had been colored blue to give her some kind of two-tone look. “Ahsoka Tano, my dear.”, he greeted her, smiling with gritted teeth. “How may I help you?”

She was a party beast, known for her excessive drinking and her disaster-attracting behavior. A can of black spray paint was her best friend and together they decorated the walls on Campus with political statements on regular bases. “Fuck the system” or “The system failed us.” seemed to be her favorite ones. Some weeks ago, she had trashed University property with a baseball bat – God knows, where she got it from, probably her brother, he guessed, another nightmarish creature of GenZ – but most importantly she belonged to the 48 students in Obi-Wan’s creative writing course. So, whatever she wanted was now his problem. At least she did not count to the “I-Want-to-kriff-my-father-and-have-no-problem-with-It” Students. Another group of students of his, who paved the way for sleepless nights with their writing – why did father issues need to be romanticized by Pop Culture again? 

“Good afternoon, Professor Kenobi”, she greeted and bowed her head down a bit. Untypical for her usual unruly self, he noted. She fidgeted with her fingers and looked down 0at her black-painted nails as if she was nervous and bottling up something, planning something nefarious in her demonic mind of teenage madness. “I wanted to speak to you as the dean of the English faculty.”, she explained, averting his gaze. 

He raised an eyebrow and took another sip from his tea cup, no need to lose his mind – yet. He wasn’t going to let himself be lured to become some kind of pawn for her weird games. He was not going to let his helpfulness be exploited. “What can I do for you, Ms. Tano? Is this about your exam?”

“No-“, she tried to say but he had already interrupted her and continued talking. Better to keep her distracted before she can open any sort of box of Pandora in his office, he has to clean up behind her. 1“I haven’t corrected them yet so I can assure you I haven’t found anything troubling. I hoped I have stressed that enough in your course, creative writing is a process that unveils us and leaves us vulnerable. Nothing to be ashamed of. I as the supervisor, have no right to play judge of your content, it is more the mistake you make in the way of telling it- ” 

Her bright laughter interrupted his speech and she cringed in her seat as if he had just told her that he believes in extraterrestrials, that are cosplaying as cats on earth. Now that he has the thought - “Sorry, Professor Kenobi, nice words, but we all know that you and your colleague play bingo with our texts.” 

“I don’t know what you are-“, he tried, pushing up his horn-rimmed glasses, straightening his back and brushing off the dust of his jacket, realizing how ridiculous he must look – or more how ridiculous he behaves, dancing around his student as if she is a ticking time bomb. 

“It’s been leaked years ago, no need to play it down, and posted all over the internet.”, Ahsoka laughed and the timidness from before disappeared from her expression. She pulled out her phone and tipped something into the search bar, the black-painted nails clicking against the screen. “Have you never wondered why your rating on ‘Professor 101’ is so catastrophically low?” 

“I just assumed, that it was a natural consequence of my teaching style and the ideals, I project onto my students. A study of the portrayal of the hero figure in 18th-century French literature is not for everybody and therefore I cannot expect maximum grade from all of you.” 

“Here.”, she commented and offered Obi-Wan a look at her phone screen. Twitter was opened and a Tweet with an attached photo could be read. It was by a user named ‘Rex_the_tryannosaurusRex’. What a reliable source, he mocked in his mind, why do I even try to teach them anything? before he looked at the image more precisely. Shame flooded his system. It was an obvious bingo grit sketched lazily onto a sticky note and a high score was marked under it. Nearly all squares in the grit were underlined. That year he had won with everything he had noted down, his high score. 

“Someone has to provide the material to make bets on and who would be better than the supervisor of the creative writing course?”

“Ms. Skywalker, what you are stating is an accusation that should not be made lightly.”, he tried to sound serious – but how can he with cheeks as red as a lobster? 

“Relax, professor.”, she smiled and put the phone back into her leather jacket, which looked awfully familiar to Obi-Wan but he did not dare to think the threat to an end. Wasn’t it the one that he had sneaked his fingers under it to feel the muscled back of –

”Our college is a bit messed up. The lectures are wild, so are our professors and so are we students. In fact, we actually make bets on your bingo game too.” 

“Ahsoka Tano Skywalker, this is-“

“For years I have been betting on you on your victory streak, Professor Kenobi. Your gameplay is easy to analyze and if you ask me, pretty predictable but who cares if this provides me with 8 free beers each semester.”, she continued and ignored him completely. 

“Please-“ 

 “Winning is a simple task to accomplish if somebody would just follow your rules. Make a vertical row with the father issue, at least one spelling mistake in the word abrupt, everybody seems to change the b and p at least once, and ‘end’ written in capital letters at the end of the essay. Bingo, you win!”, she cheered. 

That was a bitter pill to swallow, Obi-Wan told himself and tried to calm down his quickened breathing. The entire student body seemed to have officially lost their mind and loved to drag their professor into their misery. Though examining Ahsoka Tano Skywalker and her cheeky grin, which could only be a portrayal of madness, she seemed to be completely fine with it. She showed symptoms of hysteria and still was caught in her haze of teenage craziness. How has it come that the world did evolve into this?

“You cannot have possibly come to my office hours to humiliate me, Ms. Tano.”, Obi-Wan stated and felt anger coloring his voice, which he tried to suppress by taking another sip from his teacup, the china shaking dangerously. He set it down again with all the grace, that he could manage, and took a long deep breath, just as Qui-Gon explained in his stupid yoga sessions. 

“To be honest, I have come exactly for that. I wanted to humiliate you though not for the silly bingo game.”, she grinned and then added,” This is a little joke between you and me.” 

“What ridiculous other thing have I committed that makes me worthy of your mockery in your opinion?”

The absolute sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life flashed on her face and she asked in an innocent voice of a little girl, “How does it feel like to have fucked my brother?”

... that's the scene. Hope you enjoy!

[thepassionof-joanharrow]

This is How We Walk on the Moon ~Chapter 3:| Matt Murdock x OFC

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC

Summary: Sura Harmon works for a nonprofit foundation in NYC and goes to Nelson and Murdock to find some lawyers for the foundation’s clients. Upon meeting Matt, he seems strangely familiar. Matt instantly recognizes Sura as someone he attempted to help while in his Daredevil suit just a week ago. As they continue to work together, Sura and Matt are drawn to each other more and more.

But little does Matt Murdock know that his new colleague Sura Harmon has just as many secrets as he does.

Warnings: Eventual smut, (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), swearing, discussion of trauma, death and mental illness, emotional angst, discussion of the blip/snap.  

Word Count for Chapter 3: 3,302

A/N: This is an ongoing series and will have many chapters! Mostly Sura’s POV but will probably have some chapters be in Matt’s POV.

Also, aside from the prologue, each chapter will have a song to go with it. I highly encourage you to listen to the song to give you the vibe for some of the scenes in that chapter!

Song: Kate Bush – “Suspended in Gaffa”

 Suddenly my feet are feet of mud

It all goes slow-mo

I don’t know why I’m crying

Am I suspended in Gaffa?

Not until I’m ready for you

Not until I’m ready for you

Can I have it all?

 I try to get nearer, but as it gets clearer

There’s something appears in the way

It’s a plank in me eye

With a camel who’s trying to get through it

Am I doing it? Can I have it all now? (I want it, I want it all)

  I won’t open boxes that I am told not to

I’m not a Pandora, I’m much more like

That girl in the mirror between you and me

She don’t stand a chance of getting anywhere at all (I want it, I want it all)

Not anywhere at all (I want it, I want it all)

No, not a thing (I want it, I want it all)

She can’t have it all

 ~~~~~~~~ 

  “Is that a lob?”

 Sura nodded in response to Karen’s question. She raked a hand through her wavy black hair.  ”I used to have it a bit longer, past my shoulders. I was scared to get it cut this short, but I needed a change. And my sister is a hair stylist and convinced me it would look good.”

 Karen smiled wide. “Well she was right! It looks great on you! I don’t know if I cold ever get my hair cut short, I’m so emotionally attached to it.”

 “I’m sorry, but what’s a lob?” Matt turned to face them from where he had been standing by the coffee maker.

 The three of them had been waiting in the reception area for Foggy to finish a phone call in his office. It was the next week after their first meeting and today Sura was going to go into the finer details of what the foundation needed help with.

 Sura and Karen’s eyes met and they both let out a small laugh.

 “It’s a long bob. So long plus bob,…lob.” Karen explained, mirth in her voice.

 “Ah” Matt strode over with his steaming mug of fresh coffee. “That makes sense. I am obviously not up to date on women’s hair styles.”

 “Well if you need any more hairstyles explained, my sister tells me way more about what’s in fashion than I would ever need to know.” Sura replied.

 “Well maybe you could explain balayage to me one day because I still don’t think I understand that one.” Matt said, smiling.

  Sura laughed and smiled back but before she could respond, Foggy came out of his office and announced that they should start the meeting.

 Sura smiled to herself as they entered the room. She put effort into her appearance and had a very specific way that she wanted to look. So when someone complimented her, it meant a lot. Especially a stunning woman like Karen.

 She had always felt that her natural medium brown hair wasn’t enough of a contrast to her fair skin, and she wanted something bolder. So she had been dying it black for years.

  Sura began after they had all sat down. “I have to say again that I admire the work you all are doing. I’m excited for all the clients at the foundation that you will be able to help.  I was skeptical that we’d find some lawyers who seem to be….on our level. Ethically speaking. But I feel very confident about you two.”

 “It’s our pleasure to help Ms. Harmon.” Matt said, his smile beaming at her.

 “Please, call me Sura.” It came out before she could even think about it.

 For some reason, the thought of Matt calling her Ms. Harmon one more time made her skin crawl.

 She recuperated from the sudden blush that threated to color her cheeks and turned to Foggy. “You as well.  We’ll most likely be working together a lot so best to be on a first name basis.”

 Foggy smiled warmly at her. “Well in that case, please call me Foggy.”

 “Ditto for me. I mean, don’t call me Foggy though, call me Matt.” Matt smirked. Sura gave him a smirk back.

 I get such a good feeling from him. She thought.  She immediately felt like she could trust him, which of course was a feeling that in and of itself she didn’t trust. She’d been burned before by people who seemed trustworthy at first.

 Sura brought out her folder and went over the clients that the foundation was currently working with who needed lawyers. Matt and Foggy made copies and selected a few that they noted would most likely be good fits for them.  She then went over a brief overview of the foundation’s future needs and how often they might need Nelson and Murdock. Foggy pulled out some papers to discuss financials and by the time that was settled, the meeting was drawing to a close.

    Later that night, Sura was sitting on her couch with Luce. They had made tacos together and were now settling into some TV and snacks. They tried to have a girl’s night once a week, though to Luce’s dismay, Sura had been busy lately and they were weeks overdue for one.

 Sura dipped her hand into the bowl of kettle corn and brought a huge handful to her lap. As she ate, popping one into her mouth at a time, she mused aloud to Luce. “You know, there was something familiar about him.”

 “Who?” Luce turned to her, mouth full of popcorn.

 “Matt Murdock. The lawyer I was just telling you about.”

 “Oh right, the one at the firm you are gonna work with?”

 “Yup”

“The one you think is cuuuuuuuuute?” Luce drew out the last word as she broke into a stupid grin.

 “Okay no…..I said he was attractive. Not that I think he’s cute.” Sura realized how she sounded and couldn’t help but smile. “It’s just objective fact.” She winked.

 “Ok hold up.” Luce grabbed the remote and paused What We Do In The Shadows. “Saying that you think his ‘face being gorgeous is just objective fact’ means that you THINK that.”

 “Wait, now I said his face was gorgeous?” Sura objected.

 “I read between the lines”

 Sura laughed. This was why she loved Luce. Well, one of many reasons. Sura hardly ever exaggerated things, estimated or guessed. She felt uneasy saying anything that she didn’t think was really true. Luce however, loved to exaggerate and emphasize.  And so they would tease each other, Sura always insisting that Luce was a ridiculous liar and Luce exaggerating things on purpose to get a rile out of her. They complimented each other well.

 While making tacos, Sura had told Luce about the partnership with Nelson and Murdock and had confided that Matt was cute. 

 “I believe my exact words were: ‘He was actually pretty attractive. For a lawyer at least’.  You know how I feel about most lawyers.” Sura tilted her head at Luce, putting on an exaggerated face of disgust.

 Luce guffawed. “I know, that they either look like ‘a potato that melted in the sun’ or ‘a fencepost made sentient’.”

 Sura laughed. Luce was remembering correctly this time. “Yeah, they are never cute! I don’t know what it is. Something about being a New Yorker plus…law?”

 They fell into a fit of laughter.

 Luce put a hand on Sura’s knee to get serious “Wait, you said he was familiar? Do you know him?”

 Sura paused for a moment.  “I don’t…think I know him? I mean he seems so familiar but I would remember meeting him in the past. He’s pretty distinctive.”

 “Yeah being blind is pretty unique”

 “And he wears these glasses that aren’t just dark, they are like a dark red. Not grey or black. I’d remember that.”

 “Well, wait, he helped put away Fisk right? What if he was in the news? Or interviewed on a show or something?”

 “I don’t remember anything like that…but maybe? I dunno it’s a very weird feeling”

 “Well when are you meeting him next? You should try to flirt a little.”  Sura balked at this as Luce continued. “…or maybe even ask him out??!!”

 “That’s so not professional! I can’t risk the foundation like that. Plus, I barely know him at this point.”

 “So get to know him then!  You have to…”. Luce knew the reaction she would get from this but she just had to finish the sentence anyway “…get back out there. Sorry baby I know you don’t want to hear that again but…I just want you to be happy!”

 “Luce, I’m happy now. Or at least pretty happy. Things are still tough and I’m not going to pretend they aren’t but….I’m working through things. And I don’t think the answer to any of my issues is to start dating someone.”

 “I’m not saying that dating someone would solve all your issues, of course not. It just might give you some fulfillment in one area of your life. It’s been three years since Helen and…”

 “No, stop.” Sura was getting a little heated now. She couldn’t help it, hearing the name of her former fiancée still made her stomach plummet. “I don’t care. It doesn’t matter how much time has passed. Shouldn’t I let my next big….love…or relationship or whatever, happen naturally?” “How can it happen naturally if you push everyone away who shows interest in you? How can it happen if you never ask anyone out that you think is cute?” Luce’s big brown eyes looked sincerely into hers.

  She had a point.  Since Sura was snapped back into existence a little over three years ago, she hadn’t been a complete nun, but she hadn’t been very enthusiastic about dating. She’d gone on a couple dates, had a small number of very brief, casual flings. But nothing had really clicked with her and another person, and nothing had lasted over two months. She was always the one to break things off.  She would get asked out at bars or at occasional fundraising events, but she rarely said yes.

 Luce continued on. “Also, I’m sorry but ‘next big love’? Hun, I think you just hit the nail on the head! That’s what your heart is really longing for! A big love! Helen was your big love for a time.  Now you will have another one!”

 Sura gave her friend a sad smile “How do you know that? What if Helen was it? I had a big love. We were great. We would have lasted 50 years, I know it. And due to some sick twist of random bullshit, I was blipped and she wasn’t. And she moved on.”

 Even after 3 years, the tears came. Just a prickling, in the corners, but they were there.

 Luce reached over and pulled Sura into herself. Sura didn’t want to really cry, but she let the tears sit in her eyes as she pushed her face more into Luce’s long brown hair and fuzzy yellow sweater. She smelled like the vanilla orange shampoo that she always used. Sura smiled at that. Five years of being dead, and three years of being alive again and it was comforting that her best friend still used the same damn shampoo.

 Sura sniffed a bit. “And you know, I don’t blame her. I would have done the same thing. At least, well, probably. I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. But I can’t blame her for moving on can I? So the only thing I have to be mad at is fate.”

 Luce smiled down at her and gently stroked her hair. “You can be mad at Helen. She can be allowed to move on and you can be allowed to be mad at her.”

 “But being mad isn’t productive. It doesn’t help anything.”

 “Not everything has to be productive. Especially not emotions.”

 Sura smiled wide at this. “What would I do without you, my free therapist?”

 “Hah! Look maybe I am pushing you too much,…my mom did the same to me when I started dating and during the blip…man, she tried to set me up with so many men!”

 Sura laughed at the thought. Mrs. Del Real was still living in Harlem where Luce grew up and was very passionate about her children’s future spouses. Luce laughed at the memory. “I swear she set me up with every last man living in New York! But I know that’s how she cares. But I don’t want to push you beyond what you want.”

 I know Helen had to move on but….a part of me still thinks she is an absolute fool. How could she not want all this in her life?” Luce continued to lighten the mood.

 Luce gestured up and down her friend, then widened her arm to encompass Luke napping in a box on the floor near the couch. “Who wouldn’t want a drop-dead gorgeous woman with a college degree, a job at a successful nonprofit, her own lovely apartment, the cutest black cat I have EVER seen and uh…a great relationship with her parents!”

 Sura laughed at the last addition and then added: “Oh, don’t forget the trauma and the Autism!”

 “Right, comes with several years of trauma and a lifetime of Autism! What a catch!”  Luce grinned.

 They both laughed into each other, and Luce interrupted it to add: “But really, your brain is in the pro column. I hope you know that. Even with the trauma.”

  “I know. I mean, I could do without the trauma. I’m okay with everything else. But I know I’m not the only one with trauma. Especially after the blip.”

 Sura sat back against the couch cushion and stared at the ceiling in thought.

 “I just…I thought I had hit the jackpot with Helen. For years I thought that the only person who I could ever be with, who could get me, was another autistic person. Now I just,…I worry I won’t get so lucky again.”

 Luce furrowed her brows and her smile dropped. “I get you Sura.  You got lucky with me.” Sura straightened up as she looked in her friend’s eyes, grabbing one of Luce’s hands to squeeze. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I did get so lucky with you. So lucky. But you know me, I’m…I’m fucking picky with who I let into my life!” 

 She raised her hands in exasperation around her head. “I’m picky with my friends. And I’m even more picky with who I want to be in a relationship with. So combine that with feeling like I need a certain neurotype to make a relationship work….it feels like I’m searching for a needle in a haystack!”

 Luce leaned her head onto the back of the couch and ran some fingers through her hair.

“I think maybe…maybe try not to feel like you are searching? Maybe let opportunities come to you and when they do….seize them.”

 “I mean, that’s what I’m trying to do with things in general.” Sura could have stopped there but she had already poured half her heart out, why not the rest?  

 “I’m trying to catch up on five years of missed work opportunities, missed love, missed…life. I’m trying to seize everything that comes my way. I had so many goals eight years ago you know? Get married, get farther ahead with work, be able to go back to school, finish that damn fine art degree.  Now I just feel like I’m treading water just to keep my head up. Just trying to get back to a place where I can even think about future stuff.”

 “I know. It’s been an overwhelming three years. I can’t imagine what you are going through. What all of you have had to go through.”  Luce’s face was sweet and sympathetic.

 Sura continued on. She hadn’t even realized she had been feeling this way. But talks with Luce often involved one or both of them going deep and getting real.

 “You know I had to spend that first year back just….adjusting to everything. The fact that I died and then came back five years later. The fact that half the world died and then came back. The anxiety, the pure terror of that realization…then the depression of what I had missed and losing Helen. Losing five years with the people I love. You were there. You saw me at some pretty bad moments. My family saw the worst of it though. They were with me almost 24/7 those first couple months.”

 Luce nodded silently.

 Sura sighed. “Then after that, crawling out of that hole and trying to patch my life back up to a sense of normalcy.  Not to mention the chaos of everyone around me going through the same thing. Everyone who comes through the foundation’s doors is full of so much pain and grief from the blip.  I have to carry that too. And I just haven’t gotten anywhere I want to go. ”

 Luce broke in. “You know what I told my mom the other day Su? I told her that you are one of the most incredible people I know. The fact that you went through everything you went through and then went back to a job where you try to help other people with their problems. You didn’t have to do that. You could have focused on yourself. And you would have been completely right to do so. But you care about others so much.”

 “Heh” Sura acknowledged the compliment with a sense of mild guilt.  “Honestly, I just…I don’t know if it’s that noble. It felt like my calling. At least at the time. Like, Colin offered me the job and what else was I gonna do? Plus I felt like I needed to get back into this work…like if I was helping others with their problems it would help me forget my own.”

 Luce shrugged. “Still, you are doing it.  Let good things come to you baby. They will. They are coming.” She finished with a smirk, mischievous and adorable, like she alone was going to convince the fates to bring good things to Sura’s life.

 Sura smiled back. “You know, you are such a hopeful person that sometimes its goddamn annoying.”

 While Sura wasn’t a pessimist and thought of herself more as a realist, she was a worrier. And Luce had always been an optimistic dreamer, chasing her fears away with soft hugs and steady words. In other people, this might have truly annoyed Sura. She had no energy for people who pushed positivity all the time.  But with Luce, Sura could tell that she wasn’t pushing anything. She truly felt the things that she said, she truly believed better things would happen to the people she loved. And when shit got real, she didn’t ignore the anger, grief, and terror of life.

 Luce laughed “Well when you lose your dad, brother and best friend all at once and then miraculously get them back 5 years later, you tend to believe in hope and shit!”

 Sura nodded. “Yeah but you were always a ray of sunshine.” 

 “True, but now…I don’t know. I just believe in the potential for amazing things more!  I lost almost everything and then got it all back.  How often can we say that in life?!”

 Sura breathed in deeply, then let it go as she slumped back against her friend. “You’re right. It was a miracle.” She squeezed Luce. “I’m glad I’m back.”

 “Me too Su.” Luce planted a kiss on her friend’s head, then grabbed the remote. “It okay if I turn this back on? You feel up to watching Matt Berry mispronounce things some more?”

 “I think some Matt Berry is exactly what I need right now.” Sura replied. 

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Jenelle Evans is demanding police tell her where her son Jace is.

The fired Teen Mom 2 star called 911 on Wednesday night trying to find out the 14-year-old’s location. The Sun reported that Jenelle placed the call to 911 and asked authorities to search the home of her mother, Barbara Evans, because she believed Babs was hiding Jace at her home. 

The Ashley can confirm this call did happen, and that police went to Barbara’s home and searched for Jace, but did not find him.

The Ashley’s source tells her that this is not the only call to 911 Jenelle has made over the last week in regard to Jace’s whereabouts. The Ashley broke the news that Jenelle called 911 last Thursday night demanding cops search Barb’s house for Jace. (They did a search and found nothing.)

“Jenelle has called [911 and police] several more times since then,” the source tells The Ashley. 

As The Ashley previously reported, Jace was admitted into the hospital last Friday. Barbara told police that Jace claimed Jenelle’s husband David Eason assaulted him last Thursday night. 

Jenelle and David have denied that the assault happened. On Wednesday— the same day she made the 911 call asking cops to look for Jace at Barb’s home— Jenelle took to TikTok to insist she has Jace.

“My son was never taken from my custody. My son is still in my custody,” Jenelle continued. “I still have primary custody. I don’t know where there’s rumors are circulating…they’ve done this to me my entire life…I am not commenting on my son’s whereabouts because it’s no one’s business where my children are. 

“It’s no one’s business of my children’s location,” she added in her signature “Jenelle Speak” fashion.

On Friday, David took to Facebook to blast the “Satanic” media.

“The media blows things completely out of proportion and use each other’s lies as if they are factual,” he wrote. “Just keep watching and you will see the truth come out. I hope everyone is happy with themselves thinking such horrible things about me over the years. The difference between the truth and what you’ve heard about me is astronomical. I’m happy with playing the bad guy or taking the fall for my family. It’s a whole other story when major news outlets tell complete lies in order to smear my name.

“The money they gain from using my name will never do them any good, its money made in vain from pure lie and deceit, it’s Satan’s work, it’s evil but it doesn’t scare me.”

Naturally, he also used the situation to plug his new “song.” 

“Oh yea and don’t forget to download my song everywhere, follow me on Spotify and Pandora or whatever you listen to, link in bio!” David wrote.

As The Ashley previously told you, Jenelle and David are currently under investigation.

UPDATE! The Brunswick County Sherriff’s Department PIO has confirmed to The Ashley that audio of Jenelle’s 911 call does exist; however, due to it containing medical information regarding a minor, it is not public record. 

[villain-in-love]

Pandora Hearts self-insert:

Katharine Mortifera – Pandora's troublesome head investigator and notorious opportunist.

Basic info

Age: 34 years

Species: Human

Height: 167cm

Current occupation: Criminal investigator, Jane Ledford's personal valet

Love interest: Xerxes Break

Abilities

Katharine made a legal contract with a chain called Scarlet Death, whose main ability is killing anything that is mortal in a matter of seconds. Katharine often says that her chain is pretty much useless, because she herself can just kill anyone with a gun anyway. Though obviously, she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t find alternative ways to use it her chain.

Is capable of using firearms and carries at least two guns everywhere she goes.

Personality

Insufferable genius and hot mess of a person. Theatrical, eccentric, loud and outrageously audacious.

Mortifera is smart, resourceful and curious, and is willing to do anything to get a piece of precious information. She’s driven by her thirst for knowledge, which she considers to be the greatest power.

She keeps a copy of the country’s criminal code on her nightstand. If you don’t think she memorized all of it by heart and actively uses it to her advantage then you’re wrong, because of course she does. Being a pragmatist, she never bothers to play by the rules of morality and will abuse any legal loophole she can find.

Ruthless and sadistic. Struggles with a lot of pent-up frustrations and stress that turn into violent aggression.

Prone to getting into trouble – Katharine hates boredom and routine, so she's on board with anything as long as it's entertaining, even better if profitable. She likes to push her own luck, and how easily she will get away with it depends on a situation.

Socially anxious and uses her eccentricity as a coping method (she wants to be disliked on her own terms). Aside from that, she's not quite in touch with reality surrounding her – she's bad at talking with people informally, bumps into things and is able to trip over her own legs.

Appearance

Woman of an average height and built, has long dark hair and dark-brown eyes. Pale-skinned and has plenty of scars because she often gets into dangerous situations that she is not actually suited to handle.

Katharine cares a lot about fashion (and she will make it everyone's problem). She's usually seen wearing suits, more often than not with a red frock coat and a cravat. Occasionally you might catch her wearing a dress, if it fits the situation. She prefers dark tones, with black and blood red being her signature colors.

Doesn't matter what situation she's in, Katharine maintains a cheerful expression and feels more comfortable hiding her eyes behind dark round sunglasses.

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/32223

Additional character that is closely tied to Mortifera is Jane Ledford, another one of my OCs. I'm placing some information about her here, since you can't talk about Katharine Mortifera without knowing who Jane is and taking her into account.

Jane is the countess and a businesswoman, as well as and an old friend of Katharine – they met at the art studio when they were teenagers, and years later Jane offered Katharine to become her servant.

Jane looks like a perfect lady, she's social and charismatic, and easily manipulates people by pretending to be much more innocent and delicate than she actually is. Jane is intelligent, cunning and ambitious. She will do whatever it takes to get what she wants, sometimes getting into the most absurd gambles and misadventures, and of course she's almost always accompanied by Katharine.

Her scheming was also one of the main reasons why Katharine started working in Pandora in the first place

While she doesn't possess any supernatural abilities, what Jane does have is money and connections. And a small revolver, just in case.

Jane is 34 years old, but still looks relatively young. She's slightly taller than average, and very skinny, which is compensated by her voluminous ginger hair and her dresses. She's light-skinned, with grey eyes and just a small amount of freckles on her cheeks and nose. White and blue are the dominant colors in her wardrobe.

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/159044

P.S. Picrew picture is not the most accurate portrayal of the character and is just here to give the overall impression. Maybe one day I will draw everything properly myself.

[aleksanderthemesschild]

im tired, and so is my brainrot

Mddream who just needed to buy more cup noodles. The midnight munchies hit and he had nothing quick to cook. The gas station nearby was thank god open, the only place near by that would sell him cup noodles at 02 08 am. He walked around some more, looking for a drink with some sort of strawberry flavour, having grown quiet fond of the taste. He knew the cashier, wilbur, wouldnt question it anyway, he was just frantically writing down lyrics before hed forget them in his sleep deprived state. He liked the gas station, despite it being so different from the bakery or the cafe, it still felt like comfy like those. Maybe it was the fact that he didnt need to wear a jacket, being able to show his arms and pandoras Marks without any questioning, that made it feel home, or the general feeling of safety that Wilbur emmited that made him calm. He was just about to take a drink from the fridge when he felt someone pull him back and throw him towards the floor. Or well he would've fallen on the floor if he wasnt used to fighting, quickly regain his balance and composure, now looking at the man standing a few feet infront of him. "Dude what the fuc-" "what are you doing here you dirty fuck, why arent you locked up again" not this bullshti again. Dream wanted to explain in his sassy fashion, but was interrupted by the guy grabbing his throat and pushing him onto a table, choking him on there while he hit dream in the face. When the guy stopped and dream only started to bleed a tad bit from his nose, he quickly threw one hard punch, knocking the guy out and away from him. As the guy fell on the floor dream just stood up, wiping below his noses, getting rid of the blood there. He looked over his shoulder when he heard a noise, seeing wilbur and his brother look shook at him, both obviously prepared to get the guy off of him. "Bruhh, I finally thought I'd be able to hit that guy" "you can kick him if you want, he wouldnt know" "nah nah, gotta kick him with consent" dream just smiled at wilburs brother before picking up the cup noodles he dropped on the floor and taking a strawberry drink from the fridge. "3,15" "card" dream quickly paid, waving to the two, telling them to have a good night despite the passed out dude on the floor. Dream just quickly walked to his home, finally eating the cup noodles he craved, before heading to sleep. The gas station felt save, it did, and it was because of wilbur and his brother

[church73josefsen]

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[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 Rewatch:  “Genesis”

The basics:  The disappearance of an ONI Officer has the team running up against Iranian intelligence agents.  Callen continues to dig into his past.

Written by:  Andrew Bartels wrote or co-wrote "Allegiance", "Zero Days", "The Grey Man", "Humbug", "Fighting Shadows", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Angels & Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke…", "Glasnost", "Old Tricks" "Battle Scars", "Fool Me Twice", "Warrior of Peace", "Reentry", "The Prince", "Smokescreen", "The One That Got Away"/"No More Secrets" two-parter, "Yellow Jacket", "Missing Time", "If the Fates Allow", "Red Rover, Red Rover" and "Divided We Fall".

Directed by:  John P. Kousakis directed "Imposters", "Sacrifice", "San Voir" part one, "The Fifth Man", "Parley", "Inelegant Heart", "Chernoff, K.", "Active Measures", "The Long Goodbye", "Talion", "Glasnost", "Unleashed", "Party Crashers", "This Is What We Do" (episode 200), "Goodbye Vietnam", "Ninguna Salida", "The Guardian", "High Society", "A Tale of Two Igors", "Under the Influence", all of the Afghanistan scenes from "Iron Curtain Rising" to "Zero Days" in season five and all of Kensi’s injury/recovery storyline scenes from "The Queen’s Gambit" to "Sirens" in season eight.  

Guest stars of note:  Peter Cambor returns “MWD” as Nate Getz, Bar Paly returns from “All The Little Things” as Anna Kolchek.  Both Duncan Campbell as Agent Castor and Beckett Gunderson as Young Callen are back from “Pandora’s Box”, Ashwin Gore is back from “Divided We Fall” as Akhil Ali and Milissa Sears returns from “Lost Soldier Down” as Leah Novak.  Jere Burns as Arnold Baines, Layla Alizada as Dr. Roxana Jarrahi and Andrei Dolezal as Young Baines.

Our heroes:  Try to find an ONI Officer while Callen mucks around some more in his past.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen:  More flashbacks tie him to Katya’s trainer. Sam:   Knows the SAC for the FBI in the Middle East. Kensi:  Wants to do the right thing by Pilar.   Deeks:  Visiting the Refugee Relocation Center before talking to an immigration lawyer pal. Fatima:  Fatima Khadem. Rountree:  Working Ops today.   Kilbride:  Got a sexy call from Callen.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Moving. Sam:  Jogging on the beach with Kensi. Kensi:  Calling Rosa.   Deeks:   Gave Rosa’s phone number to Kensi. Fatima: Ghosting boyfriends. Rountree: Danny Tanner-like with his dating advice. Kilbride:  Using the firing range to wash the sexy Callen call from his brain.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Nobody knows but Callen has a question or two.

Who's down with OTP:  Not a lot of Deeks around but he gave Kensi Rosa’s phone number.  Happy wife, happy life.  Like the Ali pining for Fatima.

Who's down with BrOTP:  The Callen and Nate show was interesting.  

Fashion review:   Callen is wearing a dark shirt watching the Katya video.  The following day, it is the green and blue plaid button down.  Sam is jogging in a black hoodie over a white undershirt.  Later he’s in a black long-sleeve heavy tee-shirt.  Kensi is jogging in an off-white fleece jacket over a medium blue tee.  Later in the day, she’s wearing a white henley.  Fatima starts the episode working out in a red sweatshirt.  Working in Ops, she’s wearing a blue and white striped shirt under a dark blue jacket.  Deeks is wearing a pale purple hoodie.  In the field, Fatima is wearing a concert tee-shirt under a brown sweater.  Rountree is in a black sleeveless muscle tee-shirt working out.  He’s wearing a brown sweater with a green jacket later in the episode.  

Music: No tunes today except for a clip of a song by Googoosh.

Any notable cut scene:   Two:

As Fatima changes in the relocated wardrobe dressing room, Ali fills in Fatima about Dr. Jarrahi’s work.  She is working on changing mosquitos so she can help stop the spread of malaria.  Her detractors think she is trying to eliminate an entire species of insects.  Fatima said growing up in LA, there were no mosquitos, now the city is full of them.  Ali thinks they can bond over a shared dislike for the bugs.  Fatima snarks that she will then casually turn the conversation to the officer’s disappearance.  This goes into the scene where Fatima models her tee-shirt for Ali, who is a bit surprised she did that.  He thinks she looks cool but he doesn’t spend a lot of time with undergrads.  Fatima is relieved he does not.

From the episode, at the beach, Callen is trying to explain what he did to Leah.  Nate is shocked – Leah was a subject just like he was.  Callen brings up her work at Homeland Security and her redacted personnel file.  If she didn’t want to be found, Callen thinks his approach was better.  Nate mocks Callen’s alias.  Greg is the English version of Grisha.  

Cut from the episode is Nate getting back on topic, asking if Callen ever learned why Leah’s file was redacted.  He didn’t.  Leah isn’t with Homeland anymore, she’s freelancing as a negotiator for companies dealing with ransomware issues.  Her background is likely classified cyberwarfare.  

Nate asks if Leah spoke about the Drona project.  Callen says he and Leah had dinner a few times, he tried to ask about her past but she didn’t want to give him much.  Then Callen had to cut it off.  He wasn’t interested in going any further.  It wouldn’t be ethical to sleep with her, especially since he’s with Anna.  Nate asks about Anna, Callen says she’s good.

Quote:  Kilbride:  “I believe that this whole thing is Looney Tunes. If you had told me a year ago that I would be dealing with mischievous digital facsimiles of my agents trying to seduce me with prank phone calls, I'd have moved to a yurt in Mongolia, never to be heard from again, but, apparently, this is the idiotic world we have chosen to live in.”

This may be the finest rant ever uttered on this or any other program in the last year.

Anything else:  Setting up the old-school projector, Callen is once again watching the Noble Maidens ganging up on one of their own.  The Russian instructor can be heard saying “Seventeen”.  Suddenly, the young woman is not standing up, it is young Callen.  Callen has a flashback to being tested by as a child.  The man is saying “finish the job” in a similar tone as the man speaking to the Noble Maidens.  Anna wakes Callen up.  They need to finish packing.

Asking if she recognizes the voice, Anna does not.  But she is pretty sure that is Katya in the video.  Anna tells Callen she was not treated that way at the Institute.  Anna almost feels sorry for Katya – “Almost.”  She asks if Callen ever figured out what “Pembroke” meant.  Callen has a list of a few Pembrokes, including a breed of corgis, but he thinks it is the name of the instructor.  They need to finish packing – there are movers coming the next day.  Callen is going to watch the film one more time.

In the gym, Fatima is working the heavy bag and discussing her dating life with Rountree.  He thinks she “ghosted” the guy she’s currently dating.  Hasn’t spoken to him in three weeks.  She tells him ghosting happens after four.  After saying a little prayer, Fatima wants to know what she is doing wrong.  She meets these nice guys and after a few dates, she’s out.  “It’s me, isn’t it.”  Rountree thinks she has trust issues.  With the quality of people NCIS deals with on a regular basis, why wouldn’t Fatima have trust issues.  

Rountree mentions the deep fakes boyfriend and Fatima quickly corrects him.  They met once.  Though Rountree thinks there was a connection, Fatima tells him it wasn’t real – she was being played.  “But it felt real.”  Rountree feels it messed with her head and her heart.  Fatima thinks Rountree is well on his way to being a great dad like Danny Tanner.  Rountree finds her real problem – “you’re a jerk.”  The two laugh.

On the beach, Sam is jogging with Kensi.  Kensi is talking about Pilar, who learned how to speak English by watching horror movies.  Now she’s making her own movies at 14 with her phone.  Rosa asked Kensi and Deeks to watch over Pilar and Kensi doesn’t want to let her down.  Deeks is going to meet with the Refugee Resettlement Office before talking to a friend who is an immigration lawyer.  They’re going to find out how hard it is going to be for Pilar to stay.  Kensi remembers not having a safe home to go to – she wants more for Pilar.  Sam knows Pilar will be fine with Kensi and Deeks watching her back, “just like Rosa was.”

Wrapping up a call, Anna tells Callen she’s going to stay with Arkady for a while.  Callen reminds Anna they just signed a lease for a place by the marina.  He asks if she is breaking up with him.  She is not – she loves him.  The last few months have been hard and since the film reel showed up, Callen is obsessed.  Callen thinks the key to finding Katya is in the video – surely Anna understands that.  She does but she is tired of Katya defining their relationship.  They’ll take a step back, just for a little while.  Callen’s phone rings – it’s the Admiral.  Anna tells Callen to go, they’ll talk later.  An unhappy Callen answers the phone.  

In Ops, the Admiral reintroduces Fatima and Rountree to ONI Officer Akhil Ali.  Rountree asks what are they being investigated for now.  Nothing – Ali has been promoted to running ONI’s LA field office.  His biggest area of responsibility is running the collectors – he trains Naval Intelligence Officers to meet and collect foreign assets who provide intelligence information.  Ali seems impressed Fatima knows his job.  Kilbride explains one of the officers has gone missing and NCIS is there to help find her.  When the Admiral leaves, Ali asks Fatima for access to the system.  She’s going to get him set up.

Marching down the hall, the Admiral calls to an arriving Callen to go to the fishbowl office, “now.”  Kilbride has a voicemail from Callen and his desire to see the Admiral in a “sexy little sailor suit.”  Callen denies making the phone call.  The Admiral asks if Callen thinks he’d still be alive if he did.  Vance and hundreds of other federal officials got similar calls.  There were also inappropriate social media posts.  Callen looks sick – NCIS CYBER was supposed to be protecting him.  They were but Katya has bot accounts that are amplifying whatever she sends out.  Callen thinks it all goes back to the film reel and how Katya probably wants him sidelined.

Taking a seat, the Admiral tells Callens that the deep fakes were mostly a nuisance.  They are the product of a psychopathic troll.  But this escalation is interfering with Callen’s ability to do his job.  Callen tries to interrupt the Admiral but Kilbride plows on about Callen not being able to represent the agency.  Callen asks if Kilbride really believes that.  He believes the entire set-up is “Looney Tunes.”   Vance is not only worried about the trouble Katya has already caused but the trouble she is looking to cause.  He has asked Kilbride to remove Callen from the field until the deep fakes stop.  “What if they don’t stop?”  The Admiral does not have an answer.

With Sam and Kensi in the boatshed, Ali, Fatima and Rountree review the case.  The missing ONI Officer  is Maria Varza.  She’s been a collector for six years and has cultivated a relationship with Dr. Roxana Jarrahi.  Jarrahi is one of the top genetics in the world, working at The Curie Institute and MIT.  Varza was working on Jarrahi, whose research is funded by groups with ties to the Iranian military.  ONI wanted to see if Jarrahi’s work would lead to a genetic weapon – something that could target specific sections of DNA.  An inert virus could be released that would only hurt people with a specific genetic sequence or a family or a whole race of people.

Varza was just getting friendly with Jarrahi.  A planned dinner the prior night is where Varza was going to make her official offer.  Ali was hoping Fatima could get access to the restaurant’s security cameras.  Varza was supposed to call in this morning but didn’t.  Ali tried to call Varza with no luck.  He drove to her home to find the door unlocked and no Varza.  Kensi wants to know if Jarrahi's relationship with the Iranian military is deeper than just funding.  Jarrahi may have been collected – just not by the US.

In the firing range, a shooting Callen is joined by Nate.  Nate asks how Callen is doing, he’s fine.  Callen doesn’t want to talk about Katya, he wants to stop her.  So does Nate, who drew up a profile on Katya.  Callen’s already read profiles on Katya by both the FBI and CIA – she’s a sadist driven by revenge.  Nate disagrees – she’d driven by obsession.  When only plays out, like Anna, another pops up – Callen.  If they could identify a new obsession, they could draw her out.  Callen thinks about an old obsession he thinks he found, though Nate may think it’s crazy.  Nate is not a fan of the word crazy.

Checking out Varza’s house, the place is not a mess.  Kensi finds her keys right away so if she was taken, they didn’t bother to lock up the house before going.  Sam thinks she may have run.  Kensi asks about Callen, who says he’s fine.  Sam doesn’t believe Callen.  There is no computer or cell phone in the house.  Rountree in Ops can’t trace the phone – it’s shut off.  With only external security cameras, Varza’s car is seen pulling into her garage but the system was turned off at 2:14AM.  Sam wonders if Varza took her system offline and is selling secrets.  No witnesses, no cellphone, no computer – they don’t have much.  Looking at Varza’s car, they have one set of computers.

An unhappy Nate just finished watching the Katya video.  Nate asks Callen if he’s sure he’s heard that voice before as a child in Hetty’s version of the Institute.  The KGB man was also involved in the CIA project.  Callen believes that Katya was looking for the man in the video when she was stationed in the US as a spy.  The film reel was her only lead.  “You think I’m crazy,” Callen says to Nate, who doesn’t like the word.  He switches to delusional.   Nate explains that Callen could be seeing similarities in his and Katya’s upbringing.  That would make the instructor sound the same.  But it isn’t impossible for the instructor was KGB – the CIA took a lot from the Russians, including the Drona project from the Institute of Noble Maidens.   Callen stops Nate – how does he know that the Drona program is based on a Russian program.  “Admiral Kilbride told me.”  That’s news to Callen.  Nate is surprised the Admiral kept that secret but Callen brings up breaking into a sealed archive and how he was almost fired for that.  “Since I’m half way out the door,” Callen wants to explore what the Admiral knows.

Wearing a concert tee-shirt under a brown jacket, Fatima asks Ali how she looks.  He says she looks cool but he doesn’t hang around much with college coeds.  Fatma would hope not.  Usually, Jarrahi has lunch at the university cafeteria at 12:30PM but she’s fasting for Ramadan, as is Fatima and Ali.  Ali tells Fatima is he also going to the mosque.  She’s glad to hear it.  Ali asked if she had plans for Eid but Fatima say she usually does something with her family.  

Watching what’s going on, Rountree waits a beat before updating Fatima and Ali on Varza’s credit cards and bank accounts – nothing there to indicate she was up to something.  Looking into the Varza’s car’s computer, the trunk was opened and closed at 8:16 PM around when she left the restaurant.  It was opened again six-minutes before the security system was taken offline.  Varza was kidnapped.  They didn’t break in, they were hiding in the trunk of her car.

As the Admiral is about to go into the gun range to purge the memory of Callen’s voicemail, Callen confronts Kilbride about the Russian connection.  The Admiral is not happy with Nate who broke confidentially.  Nate pushes back – no patient-doctor confidentially between them.  The Admiral brings up the idea of classified material but Nate pushes back again.  He’s there to help Callen.  Callen explains his theory about Katya looking for someone from the Drona project.  The Admiral thinks Callen sounds crazy, causing Nate to flinch.  Callen asks and the Admiral confirms that the Drona project was based on the Institute of Noble Maidens.  The name Pembroke means nothing to the Admiral.  Callen storms off.

The Admiral goes off on Nate, who instead of pulling Callen out of a rabbit hole is pushing him down deeper.  Knowing Callen for years, with or without him, Nate knows Callen will see this through.  

On campus, a casually dressed Ali is wearing headphones and pretend working on a computer.  Fatima passes him as she approaches Jarrahi.  Introducing herself as Fatima Khadem, Fatima sits down to speak to Jarrahi.  Fatima is so happy to meet another Iranian scientist.  Explaining that she’s graduating in a few weeks, Fatima is waitlisted for the graduate program in bio-chemistry.  Jarrahi can do nothing to help Fatima with that.  Ali tells Fatima that Jarrahi is a workaholic, focus on her research.  Speaking glowingly of Jarrahi’s work, Fatima asks what is holding it up.  “Fear.”  Saying she has a lot of work to do, Jarrahi dismisses Fatima.  

Ali tries to move to plan be – wealthy parents who will fund her research.  Fatima pulls out her phone and starts to put in her earbuds.  Googoosh, a popular Iranian singer starts playing so Jarrahi can hear.  Fatima blames the Bluetooth sync.  Jarrahi is a fan.  Fatima has tickets to see Googoosh at the Hollywood Bowl that summer, as does Jarrahi.  Fatima isn’t surprised – “Pretty sure half of Tehrangeles will be there.”  Fatima has a favorite song – “Gharibe Ashena” – and hopes Googoosh sings it at the concert.  “Oh, she has to.  If she doesn’t, the crowd will revolt.”  Fatima will lead the revolt.  Jarrahi starts chatting with Fatima.

Showing Nate the files he has of the other subjects, Callen admits he hasn’t ID’d many of them.  The ones he has, most are dead.   Two died in action, two died by suicide.  The only one alive is Leah.  Nate asks if Callen has spoken to her – he has.  Did she recognized the voice, Nate asks.  Callen has some explaining to do.  

At his desk, Deeks has his laptop opened when Kensi arrives.  He’s catching up on the Varza case – “where’s Sam?”  Sam is at the university as back-up.  He dropped Kensi off at the office.  Kensi asks about the Pilar.  There is a lot for Deeks to go through.  He doesn’t miss being a lawyer.  Pilar’s parents were murdered by a gang and the gang threatened Pilar too.  Kensi is upset for Pilar.  The good news is that Pilar has a strong case for asylum.  Kensi and Deeks need to find someone who Pilar can talk too about what happened.  If she can be comfortable explaining what happened, it will help her case.  Kensi thinks of Nate or someone who Nate could suggest.   Nate sounds like a good idea to Deeks.

Rountree joins Kensi and Deeks with security cam footage from the restaurant.  Varza and Jarrahi enter around 8PM.  Two men are just behind them.  One of the men leaves around the time Varza’s trunk was opened.  The second man stayed inside to watch Varza and Jarrahi.  Varza left about 8:38PM as did Jarrahi, but they did not leave together.  The two men are not coming up in a facial rec search.

Nate is surprised Callen tried to trick Leah.  He explains that with her redacted file, he wondered if she was hiding something.  Pulling up to her home, Callen explains why he broke it off with Leah before going “oh” in recognition.  Callen knocks on Leah’s door – “we need to talk.”  In her backyard, Callen is playing the audio for the Noble Maiden instructor.  Leah went to a special school because she had ADD.  She’s stunned this is why Callen lied to her.  Nate tries to cover for Callen – as an agent, it is hard for Callen to trust people.  As someone who works in cyberspace, Leah doesn’t need to be told the world is full of liars.  She asks them to leave.  Callen asks if Pembroke means anything to her.  Leah tells him to go to hell.

While Fatima and Jarrahi area walking and talking about science, Sam joins Ali who is following the women.  There are no IDs from ONI on the two men who tailed Varza and Jarrahi into the restaurant.   They are likely Iranian intelligence agents with non-official covers.  This makes finding Varza harder.  

Through comms, Sam tells Fatima to push Jarrahi harder.  Talking about Jarrahi being new to LA, Jarrahi says she works all the time.  She hasn’t even seen the ocean in her five months in LA.  Fatima talks about the number of Iranian ex-pats in LA and Ali knows Jarrahi is lying about not knowing any.  Varza’s cover was as a pharmaceutical businesswoman from Tehran.  Fatima tries to weave Varza’s cover into the conversation but that tips off Jarrahi, who storms off.

The two men who grabbed Varza are now following Fatima.  Sam has Ali follow Jarrahi and tells him to approach her after she’s clear of the men.  As Fatima is getting into her car, the two men approach.  She asks if she could help them.  They order Fatima to come with them.  Sam arrives saying he’d like the same thing.  When he says “Federal Agents”, the men run.  Sam follows one who is nearly hit by a truck.   He and Sam fight.  Sam wins.  As Fatima chases the other man, Ali holds up his ID and tells the man to stop.  He gets run over for his trouble.  The man trips and Fatima keeps him on the ground.  While handcuffing the second man, Fatima asks Ali about Jarrahi.  She’s with campus security.  Ali has a busted up nose for trying to help.

In the main part of the boat shed, Jarrahi tells Fatima and Ali that she cut dinner short because Varza said she was ONI.  Varza wanting Jarrahi to spy for ONI was “the most ridiculous thing I ever heard.”  She would have laughed if she wasn’t so angry.  Ali says she takes money from the Iranian military, a military that is interested in genetic weapons.  She claims that she does not do business with the military – any military.  She’d like to help find Varza but she can’t.  Jarrahi would like to leave but since they don’t know the names of the two men in interrogation right now who were following Jarrahi, it may not be safe.  Besides, they are still looking for Varza.

Over comms, the Admiral has an update.  As Ali brings Varza to the upstairs interrogation room, Kilbride heard from the FBI.  The two men in interrogation with Sam are Iranian intelligence agents who will likely die before talking.

Back on the beach, Nate wants to look at the Drona files – maybe he can help figure out who some of the subjects were.  While Nate knows Callen feels he’s back at square one, Nate believes Callen is making progress.  Callen drops the bomb that Anna moved out.  Nate is sorry.  Callen wonders if he is ruining his life more than Katya is.  Nate talks about Katya’s obsession with Callen feeding Callen’s obsession with Katya.  If he stops obsessing on Katya will she do the same.  Nate says no because she’s…. struggling to find the word he goes with crazy – “pure, unfiltered, bat poop crazy town.”  

Callen gets a call from Leah.  A few years ago, she reconnected with one of her foster moms.  The woman gave Leah some personal belongings including a special ed enrollment form with an address in Cypress Park.  She texted a photo of the document to Callen.  

Since the two men aren’t talking, Sam wants to backtrack their movements.  Kensi, Deeks and Rountree pop up on the plasma.  Deeks has an idea he thinks is solid gold, Kensi is worried he’s overselling it.  One of Jarrahi’s biggest funders is an Iranian-American businessman, Reza Shaheen.  One of the Iranian Intelligence Agents called Shaheen that morning.  Since Shaheen is out of the country, why call?  According to Rountree, Shaheen is closing his LA businesses but he still has one property – a warehouse in Hawthorne.  Kensi and Deeks will meet Sam at the warehouse.

At the address Leah sent, Callen and Nate are looking around.  There is a sign “Plants for Sale”.  Going to the back of the house, there is a man tending a number of bonsai trees – trees he’s shaped into what they are today.  That’s not creepy at all.  Callen stops – he recognizes the voice.  The man faces Callen – he is an older gentleman.  Callen remembers him as a younger man.

The man introduces himself as Arnold Baines.  Callen is too stunned to talk.  Nate tries to fill in, asking about a plant to buy but admitting he doesn’t know much about plants.  Baines says most people don’t.  If it was up to Baines, he’d teach kids about flowers in grade school.  Give them a lily, let them nurture it and then take it away so the kids can watch it wither and die.  Yeah, not creepy at all.  Nate thinks it is a little intense for elementary school kids.  Explaining that kids are tougher than people think, the children will learn the true way to respect life.  

Suddenly chatty Callen asks if that is why Baines works on bonsai trees – there are comparisons to foot bonding.  Baines disagrees – bonsai does not stunt growth, it encourages it.  Baines even corrects the way Callen says bonsai – “it’s Japanese.  It’s a beautiful language.”  Baines spoke it years ago but is out of practice.  Callen tries some Russian but Baines plays dumb.  Callen pushes because it is obvious Baines speaks Russian.  Offering Nate a snake plant – one of the hardiest houseplants out there.  Doesn’t need a lot of water or light, just time.  

Returning to the armory, Sam, Kensi and Deeks did not find Varza.  Sam knows the SAC in the FBI’s Middle East office, he can get Shaheen picked up – it isn’t over.  The Admiral disagrees.  LAPD found Varza an hour ago.  She was in a state of delirium about a mile from her house.  The State Department orders NCIS to release the Iranian intelligence officers for the greater good – “or so they claim.”  Nobody wants to ruffle feathers.   The case is closed for now.  Shaheen is on their radar however.

In the boat shed, Fatima apologizes to Jarrahi.  Jarrahi is sorry the world doesn’t see her research for the good she wants to do.  Castor walks her out.  Ali arrives.  Varza had benzodiazepine in her system – it is a drug used to extract information during interrogations. Since it is almost sundown, Fatima asks Ali to break the fast.  He offers her three dates to break to the fast.  She jokes about one date and then see how things go.  It takes him a second to catch on.  The dates got a little smushed when it was tackled.

In the bullpen, Deeks gives Kensi the phone number for Rosa’s aunt.  Kensi calls immediately.  She and Rosa chat while a happy Deeks watches his happy wife.  

Callen is watching the video again when Nate arrives.  He’s sure it is Arnold Baines in the video.  Checking out the house where Baines lives and is growing his plants, it was purchased in 1986 from a behavioral psychiatrist named Howard Pembrook.  The only a slight spelling difference.  Pembrook died in 1986 on record.  But Arnold Baines is Pembrook.  Callen is 100% sure, Nate wants to look at it tomorrow with fresh eyes.  

Later that night, Callen starts looking around Baines’s house.  All the plants are gone.  Anna calls to apologize.  She wants to move in with Callen, she doesn’t want to take a step back.  Callen promises his obsession is over.  Lying to her that he’s finishing up at work, he’ll be home soon.  Callen looks at a security camera on the house.  Baines sees Callen and says “Seventeen”.  

What head canon can be formed from here:  I remain so done with the Callen childhood nonsense but am intrigued by Jere Burns being involved.  Burns is a quality character actor who has been terrific in any number of programs.  He was the head of the Dixie Mafia in Justified.  If he returns, I may be interested but otherwise, nothing new here.  Nothing at all.

I’m sort of into the Ali-Fatima ship.  Hope she hops aboard soon.

Episode number:  This is episode 17 of season 13, episode 297.

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“  i’m scared to let myself want you. ”

“How long are we going to keep doing this, Eddie?” Buck’s voice was soft – genuine, in his question, not accusatory, but it still sent Eddie’s heart racing. He had gotten so used to the carefully calculated stability of their relationship, neither of them willing to take the leap and upset the delicate balance they had come to share between them.

Until now, apparently.

“Doing what?” Eddie decided to feign ignorance – maybe not his proudest moment, but he had always been terrified of this exact moment, of the day when Buck couldn’t just sit and wait, any longer, of the day Buck wanted more.

“Pretending as though we’re not in love with each other,” Buck’s answer was simple. He was wearing one of Eddie’s favourite shirts on him – the orange one, that was smooth to touch and soft, a little worn around the cuffs as the result of many years of love. Eddie liked it because it was always soft, to touch, when Eddie would hug him, and the colour suited Buck.

Eddie like Buck in bright colours – the colours were such a stark contrast to the navy of their work uniform and the bright colours had always felt like they suited Buck more, as though they better reflected his personality and who he was. Evan Buckley was, Christopher aside, the brightest part of Eddie’s life.

Eddie couldn’t help the way he froze, at Buck’s words. “Buck..” he managed, the effort of saying his best friends name aloud almost painful.

“I practically live here, Eddie,” Buck continued. “I spend all my time with you, and Christopher – you’re the most important part of my life. When I make decisions, I make them for the two of us – the three of us. You make me happy, Eddie,” he said, as if it were that simple, as if it was a case of someone making you happy and you getting to have them just because of that – but life wasn’t that simple, and Eddie knew that.

“Buck,” he repeated, still at a loss for words.

“You can’t sit here and tell me you don’t feel the same, Eddie, because I know you better than that,” Buck was quietly confident in his words. “We’ve built a life together – a life I love, don’t get me wrong. But I want you, in every single way, and I want to take that leap and be with you and love you. Is it so bad, that I want to call you mine?”

Panic was rising in Eddie’s throat. “Buck,” he tried a third time, wondering what he was going to say – how he was going to get through this without ruining the most important thing in his life. He couldn’t have, Buck, and that was the long and the short story. He wanted him – and he couldn’t have him, he couldn’t inflict himself on Buck. “I’m scared,” he admitted. “I’m scared to let myself want you.”

Buck, to his credit, didn’t look offended. “Why?” his question was simple, and yet somehow, answering it was going to open up a complete Pandora’s box of fear and anxiety and trauma, for Eddie.

But –

He had to answer, didn’t he?

“Because I’m not supposed to,” Eddie said. Because the church he’d grown up in had taught him that marriage was between a man and a woman, and that anything else was a sin. Because he had a father who wanted Eddie to be the man of the house, and how could Eddie be the man of the house if he let another man love him? Because – because Eddie didn’t deserve to want Buck and be wanted in return. No, Eddie didn’t deserve a happy ending, after all the wrong he’d done in his life.

So, he told Buck exactly that.

“Counterpoint,” Buck’s voice was still soft. “God – his teachings are supposed to be about love, right?”

Eddie nodded minutely.

“If religion is about love,” Buck continued. “How can it be wrong for you and me to love each other? When – when the way we love each other is so completely unselfish. I love you because you make me happy, Eddie – and we live this life doing good for other people, and we’ve built a life together that’s about family, and love. Isn’t that what a loving God is supposed to want people to do?”

Eddie stayed quiet.

“I can’t change who your dad is,” Buck said, forehead creasing in sympathy. “But I can tell you, that you are the best father I have ever met. You are kind, and loving, and Christopher is a lucky kid, to get to call you his dad. That’s all that matters – and I could go on a rant about how being the man of the house is a completely archaic, out-dated, sexist concept, but I don’t think that’s what you need to hear from me right now.”

Eddie couldn’t help the wet laugh that bubbled out of his chest at Buck’s words. “Maybe not,” he agreed, voice hoarse, and thick with tears.

“You deserve to be happy, Eddie,” Buck said, reaching across the couch and taking Eddie’s hand in his own – warm, and familiar, the same way the rest of Buck was. “Regardless of what you’ve done wrong, or right, in your life, you deserve to be happy, and selfishly, I want you to be happy with me – because I know we could make each other really happy, Eddie.”

Eddie held tightly to Buck’s hand. “Can it really be that easy?” he questioned. Could it really be that easy – to throw aside every stupid, old-fashioned, pre-conceived notion he had, and just want Buck? He’d thought about – God, of course he had thought about it, had thought about kisses goodbye and slow, sleepy mornings, and roadtrips and wedding rings and a life lived with Evan Buckley by his side, but he had never imagined those dreams being a reality.

Buck’s smile was that same soft, secretive one that Eddie had long since realised Buck saved just for him. “I think it would be worth it,” he countered, and God – Eddie loved him, Eddie loved every single thing about him and he wanted to just give in and go for it and embrace how much he wanted Buck – he wanted to let the want just consume him entirely, from the inside out.

“What if we ruin it?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask. “What if we ruin what we have now?”

“What if we make it better?”

And God – if Eddie hadn’t been sure he was in love with Buck before, he certainly was now. Before he could really think about it, Eddie was leaning across the couch and kissing Buck, the younger man smiling against Eddie’s lips as they kissed for the first time, messy and over-enthusiastic and the promise of a life Eddie had been so sure he didn’t deserve to have.

Buck, in all his glorious strength, wasted no time before yanking Eddie into his lap, Eddie freezing, for a second, before he relaxed against Buck, kissing him with the kind of need that Eddie wasn’t sure he’d ever let himself embrace.

“I love you,” Buck promised, breathing every word against Eddie’s lips, his hands on Eddie’s waist, holding him steady.

“I know,” Eddie smiled, pausing to kiss Buck again, soft, and chaste. “I love you too.”

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (May 22/2021) - Pursuit of Peace

Quackity goes searching for new recruits to join him in Las Nevadas.

Foolish wonders if his way of life is really working towards peace, or if he needs a change.

Ranboo builds up the stronghold room for his Enderwalk experiments.

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VOD LINKS:

Foolish

Quackity

Foolish

Ranboo

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LAS NEVADAS: EPISODE THREE

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Quackity rides a white horse and overlooks the construction site where the plans for Las Nevadas have been laid out. There is a montage that shows Quackity in New L’manburg, then hunting down Techno in the Final Control Room. 

Techno strikes him down and Quackity wakes up at Spawn with a bloody scar over one eye.

There is a rapid timelapse showing the buildings of Las Nevadas getting built one by one. Slot machine sound effects play in the background, then Quackity’s voice:

“Let’s start this hit list. Who’s on the hit list? Dream and Technoblade. If we go after Dream first, we’ll have government, and then Techno will go after us. So let’s just -- let’s just attack the problem from the goddamn root.”

Another rapid-cut montage of Quackity walking down the path to the prison, then a full view of Pandora’s Vault...

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- Quackity is in the cell with Dream, telling him he’ll show him which weapon he’ll use to torture him this time. He puts an axe up on the wall. While Quackity is talking, Dream suddenly runs up to try and take the axe. Quackity hits him back and grabs it

- Dream cowers in the corner of the cell, pleading, while Quackity shouts at him

Quackity: “You do that again, and it’s over for you. Don’t fucking ever do that again. You understand?”

Dream: “Yes.”

Quackity: “Don’t ever reach for any of my fucking weapons ever again. Okay?”

Dream: “Yes, sir.”

- Quackity says these visits have gotten tiresome, and he’s busy. The Netherite barrier wall is put up between them and the lava. Dream tells him he doesn’t have to visit anymore.

Quackity: “No, I do, I do. This is what you don’t understand, Dream. This is what you don’t understand, okay? I do, I do have to come, every single day, so I can remind you, every bad shit you’ve ever done to me, to any other person on the server -- I have to come every day to remind you, otherwise I think you’ll end up forgetting, and I don’t think I want you to forget.”

Dream: “Forget -- I won’t forget -- I promise you I won’t forget!”

- Quackity asks him when was the last time he saw Technoblade. Dream says it was a little bit before he was put in the prison.

- Quackity asks what their relationship is like, and Dream describes Techno as one of his only allies. Quackity throws Dream a book and quill and tells him to get writing: a note to Technoblade to get him to visit the prison

- If he writes the note and doesn’t ask any questions, then he’ll give Dream a week’s break from the torture. Dream thinks he’s lying and refuses to write the note

- Dream suggests Sapnap instead and Quackity snaps. 

Quackity: “If you don’t do that shit, then we’re gonna have issues, alright? You know what? I’m kinda sick and tired of these fucking visits now that I think about it. I’m actually sick and tired! I don’t like ‘em anymore! They’re boring, they really don’t serve any much more purpose, I don’t like ‘em anymore Dream. So this is what we’re gonna do. You either write that goddamn note, or I will kill you. I am not joking, I will fucking kill you, I don’t care anymore, I don’t --”

“What is it, the book? Are you threatening me with the fucking revival book, Dream? Guess what, Dream? I don’t CARE anymore about the book! I don’t give a crap about the fucking book anymore! You understand me? I don’t give a shit! I’ve lost interest in that thing! At this point, the only reason I come and torture you so much, every single day, is merely as a reminder, because at the end of the day, no matter how many times I fucking torture you, that will never amount the amount of fucking evil you’ve done to this entire server and everyone in it--”

Dream: “It’s -- it’s ‘cause you LIKE IT! You LIKE torturing me!”

Quackity: “You know what? You know what? I might, I might. I don’t give a shit, I don’t care what it is, what the reason is, if you don’t write that goddamn note -- I’m going to kill you, Dream. I am going to kill you.”

- Dream says Sam wouldn’t let Quackity kill him, but Quackity points out that Sam is beyond the lava wall, and he can deal with Sam later if need be. Dream shouts that he wouldn’t.

- Quackity starts swinging the axe around, then starts stabbing Dream while Dream begs for him to stop. Dream agrees to write it. 

Quackity tells him what to write: 

“Dear Technoblade...”

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Chapter One.

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There’s a village at night. It’s raining. 

Easy job.

Foolish is there.

No innocents.

Big reward.

Easy money.

He draws his bow.

Peaceful heist.

He shoots the arrow into the village.

The village is ablaze and full of lava, people are screaming. Foolish rides off on a horse.

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THE PURSUIT OF PEACE

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- A bell rings. It’s Las Nevadas, and Quackity coughs, eating, while Sam comes through the door and sits down in front of him. Quackity asks where Sam found the villager running the restaurant. Sam says he just showed up, and Quackity scolds him for hiring someone random

- Quackity hands him a book with potential roles for candidates, people to join Las Nevadas. Sam says he thought he was going to hire George, Sapnap and Karl. They both pause before Sam says he was kidding

- Quackity asks Sam to tell him about Foolish. Sam has read that Foolish isn’t a good person. Quackity scoffs, but Sam says the two of them haven’t done anything inherently bad, and everything they do is just for justice

Quackity: (laughing) “Yeah, ‘justice.’”

- Foolish used to kill a lot of people. A job gone wrong written about in old history texts. Quackity still thinks he’d be a great option. 

- In the future, who’s going to protect them? Sam knows what happened with Quackity and Techno, and they need some force in their team. Sam is still skeptical

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- Quackity greets Foolish at the summer home entrance, asking how he’s holding up after the Banquet, the places he’s affiliated with

- Foolish is done with contract work for Kinoko Kingdom. Quackity asks him if he’d like to join Las Nevadas. Foolish is honored, but he’s happy at his summer home. As Quackity presses him on it, Foolish keeps insisting

Quackity: “I know who you are, if that makes a little more sense...I’ve done my research, Foolish, I have my connections. I know what type of person you are, if you get what I mean...”

- Foolish tells him this peaceful life has worked

Foolish: “I believed peace could be found through the sword, you know? Fighting. That doesn’t work, okay. That just leads to fear, to power, to hatred, resentment, all of that, okay, it’s a mess. The only thing I did was accelerate war, okay? That doesn’t work. So I pushed back, I ran from it all, and this is good! I’m in a much happier place!”

- Quackity then says he wants to buy Foolish’s summer home from him...for one diamond. Foolish is taken aback as Quackity explains that for all the work Foolish has put into this, it’s just a build. 

No one stays here, they just admire and leave it. It is an empty shell that’s beautiful on the outside, but on the inside, it’s decaying, something that will disappear in time with no one to remember it...much like Foolish himself.

Quackity: “On the inside, everybody knows you’re...just a builder. And I was hoping, at some point, you would realize this...after I let you die at the Red Banquet.”

- Foolish is shocked. Quackity was behind those walls and he could have saved Foolish, but instead he watched him die. Foolish draws his trident, and Quackity asks if he would really take a life

Quackity: “I did it for you. I let you die because I wanted a better version of you.”

- He wanted Foolish to realize that this life as a builder would get him hurt, and he needs to go back to his old ways: feared, not a nobody

Foolish: “You threw away my life for some kind of fucking sales pitch!”

“Power...power...damn you, Qua -- what makes you think you’re any better, huh?! How’s that worked out for anyone else that’s been here? Dream? Wilbur? Schlatt? How’d that go, huh? What makes you any better, different, than them?”

- Quackity doesn’t need a sales pitch, his country is already big and other people would take the offer. 

The reason he came to Foolish is because Quackity sees himself in Foolish: someone who once saw peace and betterment of people as the way to live. It brought him nothing but suffering, and Foolish has potential

The offer still stands.

-

Chapter Two.

-

An old-fashioned documentary plays about: the Slime! 

Slimes are morphing elements that can morph into just about anything, even blocks. Is Dwane “The Rock” Johnson slime?

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- Quackity glides down onto the roof of the restaurant in a ninja outfit and elytra, setting up redstone and TNT in the floor. There’s a bit of slime on the wall and he’s disgusted, running out. This is why he wants to kill the owner of this place

- He mines into the wall only for Charlie Slimecicle to pop out. Quackity knocks him out 

- When Charlie wakes up, he’s stuck in a hole and Quackity is interrogating him, asking who he is. Charlie says he is a definitely “goobless guy” who has many bones.

Charle: “Dap me up!”

- As Charlie describes what happened, it becomes clear that Charlie has overheard all sorts of passing conversations and knows a lot. He knows too much, and Quackity has to kill him

- Quackity asks what else he knows. Charlie gets distracted by the snow, which Quackity teaches him is called “coke”

- Charlie saw Foolish, the purple guy, he knows of a green guy, a red-shirt blond guy, a dead-but-not-anymore-guy. Quackity asks about the dead guy, who Charlie describes as “sooty”

- Quackity realizes that Charlie is an accidental spy and tells Charlie this is just a friendly greeting, he can give Charlie a home. He coughs again and tells Charlie that a spy is a friend, and Charlie will be his spy as the two walk off together

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Chapter Three.

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ONE WEEK BEFORE THE RED BANQUET

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A purple-tinged POV of a person walking down the path through the Community House as Quackity and Sam talk in the background.

It’s been so long, he might be dead in the woods somewhere, but Quackity insists that Purpled is perfect for their country. Sam doesn’t think he would ever join, doesn’t think he would ever affiliate with anyone.

What about a job? 

The UFO is destroyed.

If Quackity offers him a one-time job, Purpled would take it. Once he has Purpled’s attention, Quackity can do something to reel him in to join the country.

Rowing to the skull base...

Sam says Purpled’s UFO is still there, but abandoned. He moved out along time ago. Quackity has a plan...

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- Quackity and Sam are talking by Eret’s Museum. Sam is in charge of keeping an eye out for Purpled. Sam protests -- he’s the Warden and Quackity is breaking and entering, and he’s not supposed to break the law. 

- Quackity has a stack of TNT. He climbs up the UFO and starts placing TNT everywhere inside

- Purpled logs on right in front of him and immediately starts attacking, but stops when Quackity threatens to light the TNT, explaining that this was the best way to get in contact with him

- Quackity tells him about how messed up the server is, that the Egg is still an issue, and he needs Purpled’s help. 

- Purpled is in the middle of a mercenary job already, but Quackity will pay Purpled well. He has a new project getting him wealth, a prosperous country. To prove it, Quackity takes him there...

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The Red Banquet happens. A fight breaks out, and they get the Eggpire to retreat.

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- Quackity stands on top of the flower shop. He meets Purpled, dressed in his suit, and thanks him for his help with the Egg

- Purpled stops him to ask for his money. Quackity takes him up to the roof and shows him to a chest with the money in it. Purpled approves

- Quackity has something else for Purpled: he goes downstairs and flicks a lever, and Purpled’s UFO explodes

Quackity: “Purpled, your legacy is gone, and I’ve taken it from you. That’s the last piece of evidence that you were ever here, Purpled. That’s it. And you die a long with it. You die along with it -- YOU DIE ALONG WITH IT, PURPLED!”

- Purpled runs at Quackity, attacking him. Quackity stops him, saying he did it for him. Purpled has two choices: he can take Quackity’s life and run away with the money, and he disappears forever. Or, he could join Quackity.

- Quackity tells Purpled he has potential, why waste it away? If Purpled joins him, he can buy a whole fleet of UFOs to replace the one

- Quackity promises Purpled a plot of land in Las Nevadas

Quackity: “Take the gamble, Purpled...take the gamble, and you can change everything.”

- Silently, Purpled turns and walks away

-

Chapter Four.

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- Fundy walks to his new house in the forest and goes to sleep. When he wakes up, he opens the door to find it’s a mesa biome. He’s upset and goes back inside, reassuring himself. When he opens the door again, he’s met with Quackity standing there

- Quackity invites him to a walk, saying Fundy was a hard person to find, but he found him

- Fundy asks what this place is, but Quackity says he should know it better than anyone. As they approach, the mesa is populated by bits and pieces of L’manburg. The wooden stilts of New L’manburg, fragments of the black walls, the Camarvan. Quackity reminisces with him

- Fundy isn’t sure that the drug equipment is necessarily “good memories,” but Quackity tells him no, everything is good memories

- As Quackity leads him towards an oversized, deteriorated version of Eret’s tower, he reminds Fundy of how L’manburg was blown up

- Quackity steps into the shadows

Quackity: “You know what, Fundy? Those memories don’t matter. None of that matters, Fundy. All these structures, all these things we built together...it’s here now, but it’s really gone, and none of it matters, nor will it ever matter...Fundy, if you think about it...you don’t matter. Along with all these structures and everything in ‘em, you’re gonna fade away just like it.”

- If Fundy doesn’t change things, he won’t matter, but Quackity has plans and he doesn’t have to fade away if he just joins Quackity

- Quackity gives him ten seconds to decide. He starts counting down...

- Fundy runs towards him into the darkness as Quackity reaches one and he wakes up suddenly in his bed

- He goes to his door and opens it. Outside is the regular spruce forest, and Quackity is there to greet him.

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It’s the day Wilbur got a tour from Tommy. Wilbur walks over to his resurrection shrine and finds the “PROJECT NEVADAS” book, reading it.

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Las Nevadas. Wilbur, revived, comes walking down the road. 

He comes face to face with Quackity.

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- Foolish stands on top of his temple, wondering...was Quackity right? Is he wasting his time here, accomplishing nothing? He isn’t really doing anything to work towards peace

- He stands in the beacon light. Can Quackity do better than everyone else that’s tried before him? Quackity wasn’t all wrong in what he said

- At the Banquet, when he did try to help, he wasn’t strong enough. He can’t even control his own area -- people just walk in and he can’t stop them. Does he need to try something else?

- Maybe there’s a balance between both ends of the spectrum. It wouldn’t hurt to go look, try something different

- He starts making the journey through the Nether, then past Spawn until he reaches Las Nevadas. Just to visit and look around

- Can he really trust someone who let him die?

- Foolish spots Quackity across the road and goes to speak with him. The casino is still going through some repairs, as they found some flaws with the “math” and want to make sure everything is fair

- Foolish asks what Quackity wants from him. Quackity tells him it’s up to him what he wants to do, and it wouldn’t be fair of Quackity to tell Foolish that until Foolish accepts the invitation

- Quackity tours Foolish around the place, showing off the various buildings, like a restaurant and an area for weddings. Quackity sleeps in the Needle. There’s also a strip club also undergoing repairs and a massive Eiffel Tower

- They swim in the pool and Quackity asks Foolish to tell him a bit more about himself. Foolish says he worked for Kinoko Kingdom and Snowchester, and Quackity wants him to elaborate a bit on Kinoko

- Quackity tells Foolish that Las Nevadas is “its own, independent nation” and that you can’t depend on anyone. Quackity wants to depend on only himself. 

- Foolish asks about the people who might not like that it’s a nation. Quackity says he just doesn’t have a plan and he’ll deal with it when the time comes

- Quackity tells Foolish he’s welcome to bring others. Foolish notes that Quackity said he doesn’t like to “dwell,” and by coming here maybe Foolish can stop dwelling on the past as well

- Quackity tells Foolish that Foolish chooses who he wants to be. The last thing he wants with Foolish is bad blood

Quackity: “I take care of those who take care of me...why do you think I have no one around?”

- Foolish tells him he’ll have an answer tomorrow. Quackity gives him temporary tokens for the casino and says goodbye to go and sleep. Foolish thinks to himself in Las Nevadas

- That’s when Foolish spots Fundy on the road and the stream abruptly ends

- Ranboo is in his basement. He wants to move the lab equipment to the table area

- He has an experiment log book that he won’t show chat

- Ranboo reads the letter Foolish left for him about the littering at his summer home

- He has a plan for what experiments he wants to do. He’s changed his opinion on the Enderwalk, as it allows him to hear chat in the first place. He doesn’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing

- Ranboo reaches the stronghold portal room and starts lining the walls with iron blocks. He thinks that after today, he might be able to remember everything

- He creates a glass water tank in the corner and some brewing stands, as well as a lever-activated dispenser with arrows

- Ranboo hit a wall with the experiments and he wonders if this strange table might be the key to breaking through

- He realized something frightening:

Ranboo: “The Enderwalk isn’t a different version of me, it’s not a different me, it’s still...me. But, from what I gathered...it’s me with...all of my memories. Every. Single. One. And I realized that...so...I mean, who knows what could’ve happened? There could’ve been an entire other story that I’m not aware of.”

- Ranboo wonders if he wants to keep living in blissful ignorance or know everything that’s happened

- He opens the log: 

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[In Ender]

Purpose of experimentation:

To understand

To learn

To remember

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To remember is one of the purposes. There are 43 pages, and one of them had the solution.

If it gets rid of it completely, he could lose all of what he didn’t know from before. It could either be good or unknown.

- He tells chat he tricked them. They weren’t just random experiments -- he was going to solve it, and he thought he needed chat with him. 

He didn’t need a splash potion. He would use the arrow and go into the water tank, and that would be the solution.

- Ranboo goes back and blocks up the hall, deciding to only use it as a last resort if something happens.

Only if something happens.

He “welp” claps to end stream.

[inviberu]

music box

Confessing was no easy thing, especially for someone like Heath who could barely take a compliment without his cheeks burning red. When someone suggested he should give a gift instead, the gears inside his head started to turn. The most beautiful gift of all is one that comes from the bottom of one's heart—the question is: what was it?

Heath didn't know how to express his feelings without getting too many butterflies in his stomach to the point that he has to bend over to calm himself down or without tripping over his words and forgetting everything he planned to say. His cheeks would flare up and he would tear his gaze away from your figure as he told himself inside his head: "Not today, maybe not tomorrow either…."

Faust could barely stand the way Heath kept on backing out at the last minute during his decisions to finally confess his feelings. Faust pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms with a stern look on his face as he sighed. Heath sat up straighter, hoping that Faust wasn't about to scold him about something related to missions, unaware that Faust called him to his room to talk about more… personal matters instead of their line of work.

"I know there's a lot of stuff going on inside your head, but you shouldn't let it affect you when you're doing missions." Every word that came from Faust's lips was a lie to disguise his genuine concern for his student—roundabout, as a lot of Eastern folk are. Upon seeing Heath's face contort into one of slight panic, Faust immediately followed up with a question: "What is it that's bothering you anyway?"

Another lie. Faust already knew well what the source of Heath's worries is but he'd rather have Heath be unaware of the fact that he's been paying attention to him. Heath glanced down, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks and Faust could already tell what this was about even if he hadn't known about Heath's countless attempts to confess to you before.

"Faust-sensei… do you know how to confess to someone?" Heath's unexpected question caught Faust off guard, his eyes widening in surprise before letting out a small cough after regaining his composure.

"C-Confess?" Faust tried his best to play dumb. "Like those love confessions?"

Heath nodded slowly, "I've been trying to confess to someone for a while now but… I keep on getting scared at the last minute. It's like the fear of being rejected suddenly walking up behind me and grabbing my shoulder."

"... You're a wonderful young man, Heath. I doubt there's anyone out there that would reject you" Faust closed his eyes as he tipped his hat slightly, trying his best to reassure him.

"Plus, you'll never know the answer unless you go for it." Faust chuckled, a smile forming on his face. Heath's eyes twinkled all of a sudden and felt his enthusiasm bounce back up as he grabbed Faust's hands into his own—Faust's expression slowly turning to one of discomfort.

"Then… Can you help me?" Heath asked hopefully.

"Me…?" Faust exclaimed, his glasses almost dropping down.

"W-Well only if you want to! I wouldn't dare force you to help me against your wishes..."

"I suppose I can try… I can't guarantee anything, of course." Faust agreed reluctantly and Heath beamed, his smile widening in happiness as he said his thanks to the Eastern teacher. "Well, first of all, if you find yourself unable to speak in front of them… don't you think there's a better alternative rather than confessing in person?"

After all this time, Heath had always tried to confess to you upfront and had never bothered to consider any other options until Faust brought it up. Heath wanted to curl up and bury himself six feet under at the sudden realization, feeling as if all this time spent was just used for needless worrying.

"Like a letter of sorts?" Heath asked carefully. Faust shook his head and merely answered his question vaguely.

"Something that comes from the heart." He pointed towards Heath's heart. "You're good at craftsmanship, aren't you? Why not make good use of that?"

A few days had already passed since Faust made that remark—living inside Heath's brain with no signs of leaving soon. A letter would've been easier but after taking it into more consideration, as well as Faust’s words, he decided to give it more thought. What was another alternative? A gift instead of a letter, perhaps? Heath ruffled his hair, deep in thought as he sat on one of the cushioned seats inside the lounge.

“Heathcliff?” A voice called out, snapping Heath out of his daze and adjusted his vision to the person in front of him—the northern wizard, White. Curiously, he asked, “is there something troubling you? Won’t you allow this old man to help if so?”

“Sir White… it’s nothing important, I appreciate the offer though.” Heath shook his head, trying to brush off White’s offer as politely as he could. White merely crossed his arms, nodding his head before a smug and knowing smile took over his face—as if he already knew what was troubling Heath without having him say anything.

“Ohoho… it’s about the matters of the heart, is it not?” Bullseye. Heath felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, unable to hide the surprise evident in his expression. White didn’t wait for an answer, for he already knew he struck gold—he let out a laugh. “It’s written all over your face! A young man falling victim to love… is what your expression is saying.”

Heath covered his face by instinct, horrified at the newfound information that it was written all over his face. He wished he could keep a poker face like Lennox, perhaps that way he wouldn't be so easy to read—unaware that was precisely one of his charming points.

“Haha… is it that obvious?” Heath muttered weakly, burying his face into his palms and White only chuckled at the cute display. “Sir White, do you know of any good gifts fit for a confession?”

White rubbed his chin, deep in thought. A fitting gift for a love confession—one would normally think of something like flowers or sweets as if it was valentine's day, that was the textbook answer, though when White glanced at Heath and remembered his knack for machinery and the likes, he suddenly remembered of that one era that had a specific trend.

“It's a bit old fashioned but back in the day, music boxes were the trend. Why not make one with music that reminds you of your beloved? Wouldn't that be perfect for someone like you?” White beamed, smiling as if he gave a groundbreaking piece of advice. Heath’s eyes widened ever so slightly with his mouth agape as he thought about his words; music boxes were indeed old fashioned as you wouldn't see it normally these days.

“Me…? Make a music box?” He has never tried it before, especially not for a special someone, though he was confident he's able to make one if he tried.

“Ohoho, you’re good with machinery, are you not? Why not put those skills to use to make a heartfelt gift?” White nodded enthusiastically. Heath couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts, already trying to figure out how he was going to construct one—it seems like the young master has already figured out which gift he should give.

Heath spent his days holed up inside his room by his desk, materials sprawled all over with chunks of wood littered around after he had carved the finest wood he could get his hands on after returning to the East for a short while. A focused look adorning his face as he drowned out the noises surrounding him, immersed in his craft.

Countless music sheets were crumpled and thrown to the bin at the side which was overflowing with scrapped pieces—music pieces. Heath was no expert like Rustica when it came to music composition, he had left his seat several times to consult the Western Wizard in order to make sure the music wasn't disappointing and was able to convey his feelings, somehow.

He planned to leave the box and a note anonymously, though he already suspected it wasn't going to be very discreet as he started carving the box with the same carving he engraved into Shino’s magic tool. One look at it and you would be able to guess who did the carving, for it was named Blanchett for a reason.

He added the finishing touches, blowing the small particles of dust away that remained in the corners before opening the box as a sweet, soft melody started to play—its gears turning as it played music flawlessly. Heath smiled at the music box he created, proud. He put all of his feelings of adoration for you inside one box, only revealing itself if you decide to open it, akin to Pandora's box.

As if reciting his last prayer, he clutched it tightly as he muttered his spell under his breath before standing up and deciding to leave it by your doorstep—this time, he'll let you know of his feelings.

As he arrived at your doorstep, he quietly wished that you weren't inside your room because that would make things complicated as Heath already felt like he was doing something scandalous. His cheeks burned red as he quickly dropped the music box as well as a small note before knocking once and scurrying off back to his room where he could finally put his mind to rest.

You opened the door, greeted by no one but a mysterious box and a small note that didn't indicate whoever sent it to you for there was no name. Without much hesitation, you picked it and inspected it—the intricate design catching you off guard as you recognized it as the same one present in Shino’s magical tool. And the one who made it was none other than Heath himself, that only meant one thing—Heath was behind this mysterious set-up. You felt your chest bubble up in excitement, an uncontrollable smile forming in your face as you felt giddy.

You opened the note, it read: For you have captured my heart, I offer this gift to you.

You felt your heart leap at the words you read, scanning it once again to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, cheeks heating up as you realized what this meant. You quickly opened the box, not expecting a few blue butterflies to come out and fly around you as a soft melody played from it—a music box Heath made just for you. You could feel his magic from the box, did he imbue his magic? You suspected as much.

The longer you listened to the music, the more you felt like running to his room to tell him you felt the same way. There wasn't a single thing stopping you from doing so. With a determined look on your face, you started heading towards his room. Fortunately, you saw him walking in the hall, it seems like he hasn't arrived in his room yet.

You took the opportunity to jump at him, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around you, panic was written all over his face when he realized it was you who threw themselves at him. With the proximity between the two of you, you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart felt like it was about to explode.

“W-What are you doing!?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and tried to push you away in an attempt to calm his racing heart. You smirked as you felt like teasing him more, though the huge smile on your face was unfitting as you told him:

“You could've told me in person… but, I like you too, silly!”