#these epsiodes were the best

[warsamongthestars]

Okay, now its not just my grievances, but legit "what the fuck are you on about" and "What the fuck are you doing" with the TBB Writing.

( Sadly, I was Xpecting something like this. )

S3 - Howzer said something about Crosshair killing some of his squad. On screen, we all saw the episode, they were arrested. We saw no execution. I'll get to why this is an issue.

S3 - Where the fuck did you get AZI again? Did you kill Cid off screen? Wouldn't that call for a, umn, Fucking episode?

S3 - Crosshair is told of Tech's death... Off Screen. Y'know, the death of your batchmate, the closest you have to Brother-Squadmate-Best Friend Foreveries, is kinda of a big fucking deal. y'know? Big enough that, by showing the death of that Squadmate, you generally want to show the IMPACT of an IMPORTANT CHARACTER'S DEATH to the AUDIENCE. But no. There really wasn't, was there. Maybe a line here or two, but is that the kind of impact you want to the important character? 2 Lines?

Don't get me started on the "Blame the VIctim' shit. I'll get there.

S2 - Echo randomly Leaves... and then Randomly appears. So, an Important Character Leaves... Out of the blue. Y'know, if your important main character is going elsewhere, you generally want Set Up. If I can point out how Butterfree from the Old Pokemon Anime, had the saddest Epsiodes in existence--simply because he Left. But then I see Echo's and I'm going "Where the fuck did this come from", there's a Problem. And then he randomly appears again like... Why did you even leave if you were going to Come Back. Where the fuck are the conversations here, that actually walk the audience through the Character's thought processes?

S2 - Crosshair was apparently on the Platform or a Month. ... HOW? Seriously, How, that thing would sink without a ship, we saw it rise up for a ship. Kamino is infamously, in lore, for 2 decades now, Stormy as Shit. And who picked him up. Did he fucking teleport back to the Empire? Wouldn't that call for an Episode so that we can see what the fuck is going on?

S1 - Crosshair's Chip So a Tweet from Xitter, is apparently more important than placing what you want in your fucking story. And more, You show that this Chip was Enhanced, repeatedly, it GREW IN HIS BRAIN THIS WAS ON EPISODE 1, and suddenly, NOPE not there not effects no idea what you're talking about. THAT CHIP IS A BRAIN TUMOR, FOOL. So instead all those evil actions, caused yb the chip that was GROWN IN HIS BRAIN BY AT LEAST 3 SIZES, apparently were just CROSSHAIR ALL ALONG--WHAT BRAIN TUMOR. Do you see where I'm calling Victim Blaming.

S1 - Omega is Older! Cool. Where is this going to be relevant. why would we need to know? Its been over a season now, why is this fucking important. She met Emerie in late S2! Emerie is a clone now, how come she didn't know about that. Clearly this wasn't fucking important.

S1 - At no point did they talk about their missing batchmate. SO YOU'RE JUST SILENT ABOUT YOUR BATCHMATE, YOUR SUPER IMPORTANT CHARACTER YOU LITERALLY GREW UP WITH, WHO HAD YEARS WITH YOU, AND YOU'RE JUST NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT. If its not on Screen in front of the Audience, it Didn't Fucking Happen.

S1 - Episode 1 Now for the Meat. The start of all this shit. Overwhelming amount of "Guest star" characters, Guest start being "any other famous Star Wars character that isn't the Main Characters". An introduction to a kid character, one that is a Super Duper early 2000s Fanfic.net Totally Original Character Donut Steel. Who's... there to take importance away from the other characters. Repeatedly teasing the Chip, but no confrontation of Crosshair. Repeated shooting at Children, and no confrontation of Crosshair--arguably more important th an the above. That is definitely a What the Fuck Man, and it happened din the first Five minutes and nobody did jack shit. No trust or conversations between characters who are "Batch-mates"--implied in Star Wars to be the closest thing to family, and given the battlefield nature, would have to communicate behind closed doors or they might Die on Mission... No Communication has been had in 3 fucking years--expect to make Hunter or Omega right in every situation. A lot of talking, not a lot of doing or showing.

This episode only works, if you are not here for the Bad Batch. Because the writers have not done anything to the Bad Batch but cause problems that weren't needed, solutions that don't matter, because the problems are unneeded. They do not allow the BBs to Talk To Each Other (If its not on screen where the audience can see it, it didn't happen). Clear character derailment for a Fanfic.Net OC. And S3 shows evidence of AI writing. Conversations without context, shallow (if not insulting) character development in the face of Very Important Topics (Such as Family Member Death and Tumors / Drugging / Cult Manipulation), events that don't make sense in the telling.

( They have the animation budget to show things, and then they don't. They have the money to craft this, and they're not. )

S2 showed the same issue.

Unfortunately, we did see this coming since the Writing Strikes.

( Addendum, post-posting edit--sorry, I had to take these steps just in case, cos rage blinds me. )

So now, Clarification without all the swearing and general fan-rage.

They would see the victim blame himself and be blamed by the story, than take the steps to examine the problem They Clearly Showed, and instead decided to ignore the problem that Caused all this... And it is Victim blaming, because other characters have experienced the same problem, but are totally forgiven because its "not their fault".

THey would rather have characters walk in and out at random, diminishing if not removing the impact those characters have. Nothing Echo does now is of importance because they're barely showing it, and not dedicating time to Echo to build either his new posiion or his leaving--and they barely dedicated character time to Echo, by leaving him as the "bitch side character". The same goes with Tech, Tech's death has no impact anymore because they are ignoring it, maybe dedicating 1 or 2 lines and maybe a small moment of drama, but ultimately the impact is gone because they are not dedicating any real focus to it.

They would rather tell you what "actually happened"... when on review, what they just said didn't happen at all. If you do not show the audience what is in your story, then your story is literally hearsay. And in this day of AI writing, this context defiance has to be caught.

There are writing problems here that wouldn't have happened with a dedicating writing team. And there are more dedicated writers in the fandom, than there is in the Multbillion Dollar Publishing Corporation...

... and that is a Problem, because if you're being paid to do this and have a team, shouldn't this be seamless?

[adventures-for-drowsytown]

Y'all have trouble remembering this show?

I only ever saw one episode of it, but what I did see was great!

It was about one of Hatchetfield's favorite traditions, The Honey Festival. Whole episode followed Nibbly trying to organize the whole thing, with the others trying to figure out what he was up to.

It was followed by some pretty good gags with each of em (Tinky's was my favorite, where they used him as a stirring stick, with Blinky trying to tailor for Nibbly being a close second), with noone succeeding in trying to figure out why Nibbly was so excited.

The final gag of the episode was the best part, though- Everyone attending the big feast after Pokey's attempt at becoming Honey Queen (King? Lord?), and finding that Nibbly already ate everything.

Tbh the only part that I found creepy was how most of the background characters were people in robes- Kinda like that 'Shadow Wizard Money Gang' meme from last year.

an accoutn of an epsiode this detailed is super useful!! thank you!! hopefully you didn't misremember anything - this'll help a BUNCH in all manenrs of searches. not surprised nibbly ate the entire celebratory feast.. rude, but i guess he was just hungry. i don;t blame him.

don't know about the robes part! someoen tick that off for cult theory.. but that feels a littletoooo blatant right??

[a-mag-a-day]

oh man i love the distortion reveal in this episode!! the way it recontextualizes what the audience thinks of is two separate characters is so good, and it works in part because so much of the audience in some way fell for exactly the same thing the characters did! I don't have a whole Spiel, but for me it's close to the best reveal of the season! Love how it really gives an extra dimension to the spiral's methods of instilling fear

It does! I love how much shock the fandom was in right after this epsiode, the discussions were amazing.

This is one of the numerous reasons why tma is so good on a relisten

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

hihihi uhh i finished the epsiode. Thoughts?

(I spent an hour in class just in shock)

SOOOOO MANY THOUGHTS LARK OUGH MY GOD. (this is going to be so long)

i knew the hermie death acknowledgement was going to be bad. but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST i didn't think it would be LIKE THAT. i was NOT prepared for will to hit me with the "wait where's hermie" RIGHT OFF THE BAT??? and then normal couldn't leave hermie behind and he tried to save them and he was LITERALLY USING BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS TO BRING HERMIE BACK AND IT DIDN'T FUCKING WORK. I AM GOING TO BE SICK.

and then. dear GOD. i was not ready for henry's return. fuck. ok real talk ARE THEY IN OAKVALE. DID HENRY LEAVE AFTER CODE PURPLE AND GO BACK TO OAKVALE. I AM BEATING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL. also MERCEDES?????? MY BELOVED??? what the FUCK

and!!!! then!!!!! normal STILL BEGGING AND TRYING AND PRAYING TO BRING HERMIE BACK. but there's NOTHING henry can do and so SCAM???? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? SCAM LIKELY ACTUALLY GETTING EMOTIONAL OVER HIS SON???? cried into my pasta actually. note to self don't try to eat while listening to dndads.

also i feel like they glossed over this but d00d saying henry feels like home/??? i actually had to do a double take because YEAH THIS IS HENRY LOOKING IN THE FUCKED UP NON-EUCLIDEAN EYES OF THE ELDRITCH ENTITY THAT TORMENTED HIM HIS WHOLE LIFE AND???? THEY JUST. MOVE ON??? HELLO??

and don't even get me fucking STARTED on the funeral. god. i was in physical pain. the shade witch bit (which was fucking GOLD btw) couldn't save me from the 1-2 PUNCH THAT WAS THE FINAL WORDS. henry saying you're never ready for something like this but normal insisting on burying the body. the fucked up two-face tree. "goodnight sweet prince." scary saying she noticed him. scary noticing hermie like she noticed terry jr. no one fuckng touch me.

LARK AND SPARROW AND HENRY INTERACTING. AAAGH. FUCK. THE HANDSHAKE BETWEEN HENRY AND LARK. LIKE. IS THAT THE MOST POSITIVE INTERACTION THEY'VE HAD SINCE THE ROGUE CARD??? IS COLD NEUTRALITY THE BEST THEY HAVE?????? and SPARROW GOING IN FOR A HUG BUT HENRY DOESN'T RECIPROCATE. I AM GOING TO BE FUCKING SICK. THE OAK FAMILY ONCE AGAIN GOING FOR MY GODDAMN THROAT.

and i jsut. i couldn't even process the ending. we finally got another hero mention but it's literally her being trained to kill???? ow??? and they were training normal too??? also THE VOICE SAYING NORMAL WAS THE CHOSEN ONE??? like am i the only one losing it over that??!? i cannot for the life of me understand what happened at the end but JESUS CHRIST i am just. AGH. i am not o-a-k rn.

will campos when i find you. anthony burch when i find you. god. i'm going ot throw up. great episode y'all i'm gonna go lie down and die.

anyway that's my thoughts hbu?? :)

[spongek-squidge]

SPOILERS FOR EPSIODES 7 & 8 (the newest ones)

I love Rosie and Carmilla so much actually, they’re both so sweet and genuinely wanted to help, just needed the girls to prove they were strong enough to be worth the materials first

Alastors still a bastard but I don’t think he’s under Lilith’s control but then who is it???? Mammon???? The background was green so maybe??????????

Adam deserved to die I’m so glad it was him actually, he died humiliated and that’s the best thing for him

Lucifer fucking with him before his death is also priceless

I also have a new hes canon that Luci and Eve are like besties and he hasn’t slept with her but he said it because he knew she would 100% support that decision, especially given his reaction

Alastors a coward but I love him (in the cool character way)

Nifty getting the final kill is well deserved, it makes up for when she didn’t get yeeted off the balcony

Vaggie has her wings back!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!

Lilith holy fuck

I wanna see Lilith and Luci interact to see how close the fandom got to their actual relationship, I mean they seemed in love in those paintings Luci has at least

Pentious deserves being the first to reach redemption actually

Episodes 1 of season 2 is probably going to be Emily doing everyhting in her power to contact Charlie to go “OH MY GOD IT WORKED AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

[somanyfuckedupiftruebooks]

Mag 31

Fuck yes First Hunt!! All the girlies love First Hunt! <3

It's great that the episode opens by telling you the entire meaning of the Hunt as an Entity; killing was always besides the point. The chase is the thing. This is what separates the Hunt from the Slaughter (in addition to the Hunt being about intimate violence while the Slaughter is about impersonal mass violence). The Slaughter is all about the kill; the Hunt plays with its food.

So the Hunt is one of the Entities that I just enjoy without over analysing it too much (by my standards anyway; I am a person who will be posting a commentary for all 200 episodes of TMA largely for my own amusement). It's not one of the Entities that really terrifies me or that I really emphasise with, in universe I don't think I'd be in any particular danger of being consumed or claimed by it. I just think it's a vibe. I have fun with the Hunt! Like, hunting prey/being hunted by a predator seems a bit too outdoorsy for me, but I get it and if it's your thing then I love that for you.

I guess I'm saying I think I want to be friends with a Hunt avatar? I think we'd get along great. Maybe I just want a werewolf girlfriend?

Anyway I love this statement, it's one of my favourites.

And a big part of why this is a favourite of mine is the statement-giver Lawrence Mortimer. What a guy! He's just such a jolly, cheerful dude. I love all his weird turns of phrase and the way he's so I genuinely excited and enthusiastic about going on his little adventure. As much as I love Jonny's voicework on this one, I really wish we'd gotten to meet him in person. He's got dorky dad energy for me.

Fuck I've just realised how much he reminds me of my actual dad. Two screenshots in and this is becoming and epsiode of Revelations for me.

Amazing. Imagine travelling alone to another country to meet an absolute stranger who you've only ever spoken to via message board, but who is openly a gun nut that wants to take you on a remote hike in the wilderness. Men really do be living in a different world, don't they?

Haha fuck yes Lawrence! I love this guy!! He's a funny little man.

Oh god the mortifying ordeal of realising that you've committed to spending a prolonged period of time alone with an extrovert. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Also I have to assume that the part about being laughed at for his accent is written from either personal or anecdotal experience, because I ran this by one of my best friends who immigrated from England to Australia when we were teenagers and he was like 'Yes, everyone did that to me incessantly for years, especially you Reeah, because you're a bad person and a terrible friend.'

(He loves me. I will be a bridesmaid at his wedding next year. His accent is cringe tho. Imagine being British. 😬)

Okay, BIG YIKES here. This is the only thing about this epsiode that I really dislike. As mentioned above I'm Australian. We have strict gun control here and I generally cannot stand anyone who likes guns or thinks of them as cool fun toys. Massive red flag. Especially if you add the entire premise of the episode; hunting and killing animals for sport, another thing that I absolutely loathe irl!

But mostly I don't mind just letting these things go in this instance. Partially because, as I said, it's the premise of the episode and engaging with a story demands a certain amount of good faith. The other reason I have figured out while typing this; it's because Lawrence's general sense of wonder and enthusiasm about guns reminds me of my dad and his most beloved special interest -- WWI era tanks. The Tiger 1 is his favourite and he is overcome with joy and excitement every time he gets a chnace to talk about it. If I can let go over my objections regarding the military for long enough to allow my dad to re-tell the story of the time he got special permission to go inside the Tiger 1 at the the tank museum, I guess I can let this fictional man enjoy his fictional gun holiday.

More big yikes!! Hate this!! Terrible!!

Geuinely the worst thing I can imagine encountering out in the wilderness is just a guy with bad energy singing a creepy little song. I'd take a bear or something any day of the week. At least I know what a bear's deal is.

Very telling that two grown men (both of whom are down for a days long hike through the wild with an internet stranger) immediately pick up on this dude's terrible vibes and seemingly agree instantly and silently to not help him or offer any information about themselves. Girlies having each other backs in the club energy.

Ahhh! I hate this!! He stopped to get their scents!! What would you even do? Like, obviously they are doomed form this point because he's chosen them as targets and won't let them escape, but if it were me I'd still be tempted to risk a night hike to get the fuck out there.

Attention all creepy strangers in the woods: stay the fuck away from me (unless you are a werewolf and interested in being my girlfriend).

I'd completely forgotten this part! So the Hunter hung around their camp all night making sure they couldn't sleep. Do we think this was because he wanted to make sure that they would be tired and afraid for the big chase tomorrow, or is this just like the murderer's version of edging?

[xplrvibes]

As we are now in the last month of the year, it's time to do a year roundup I think? (if you are willing) Of all their channels which is just their main one and reacts I guess.

Best Sam and Colby video of the year?

Worst Sam and Colby video of the year?

Saddest/most emotional Sam and Colby video of the year?

Happiest Sam and Colby video of the year?

Funniest Sam and Colby video of the year?

And what do we all hope for, with the upcoming year? (Like what do you want to see more or less of?)

(I sent this to a couple SnC blogs cos I'm super interested to see what peoples answers are)

I LOVE this idea, anon, and am excited to see what the other blogs who answer this come up with!

Edited to add: I just realized that I completely forgot the react channel was a thing and didn't take any of that into account here, lmao sorry about that!

Best Sam and Colby video of the year:

From a statistical analytic standpoint, the best video they did this year in terms of hype, viewership, engagement, etc. was by far episode one of their Conjuring video. That video sold out movie theaters, got mainstream interest (good and bad), trended on youtube for days, and will honestly probably be the thing that wins them a Streamy next year...maybe even a Kids/Teen/People's Choice? Who knows!

But, as far as what I, personally, resident grandma of snc tumblr thought was the best? I have to give it to Chillingham, with Hell Fire Caves following closely behind. I loved everything about Chillingham - the guests were perfect, snc's vibes were great, the place was spooky, they had fun but not the kind of fun that debunkers will cancel them for lol...it was just peak, perfect snc. Hell Fire runs a close second for the same reasons, and honestly would've gotten first except for the fact that I preferred the Chillingham tour guide over the HF Cave tour guide (no offense, if you're out there somewhere, but the Chillingham guide was awesome).

Worst Sam and Colby video of the year:

Again, purely from a statistical standpoint, the Whaley House video in January seems to have performed the worst - and honestly, for good reason. It was boring, and Lexi was clearly not into doing this type of content. She seems like a lovely person, no knock on her, but when someone just does not want to be there, it does not translate well.

Also, it's important to note that this video was filmed 4 days before Colby was diagnosed with cancer, and tbh? I think the bad physical health vibes came through in this as well. He was in pain and not really in the mood to be doing this stuff, and no matter how good you are at putting on a brave face for the camera, things like that will seep through and affect the vibe.

Now, is that my least favorite, or the one I think was the worst? No. It was close, but I honestly didn't even watch all the way through of the one with Celina and Kris in the mansion, cause I found it so annoying (yes, I find them profoundly annoying at times; do not come screaming into my ask box about it) so by default, that one wins my "worst of" for the year.

Saddest/most emotional Sam and Colby video of the year:

Statistically speaking, I feel like the Conjuring Epsiode One has this one in the bag.

But, I think we all know the cancer vid was truly, deeply emotional for a lot of reasons. What they both (primarily Colby) went through with that journey over a period of six months and the way he told his story was just...emotional. Happy emotional, sad emotional, scared emotional...all the feels. And it ends in a feel good way, so that's fantastic!

Happiest Sam and Colby video of the year:

This one was hard, because honestly, I think all of their videos have an element of happiness to them, simply because these two just love being together and filming together with their friends.

That being said, I'm going to think outside the box here and say any of the podcasts they appeared on this year. That's where their giggly, happy personalities really shine through.

Funniest Sam and Colby video of the year:

Believe it or not, I found the video with Tommy and Jack to be hilarious (for probably the wrong reasons, but hilarious nonetheless). Tommy and Jack were the irreverant, disrespectful young teen jokesters and snc were the horrified, shocked and out of touch old people trying to parent these children the entire time. That made my old ass laugh a lot.

And what do we all hope for, with the upcoming year? (Like what do you want to see more or less of?):

Above all else, all I want for both of them in 2024 is good physical and mental health. They've had a roller coaster this year (especially Colby on the health front) and even though they claim to enjoy the roller coaster ride, I think it'll do them well to have one year filled with peace and maybe just a nice, leisurely ride on the lazy river instead, or something.

Video wise? I think I've said all this last year and none of it came true lol, but a girl can dream. All I want are 3 simple things:

Less streamers

More snc solo investigations

Can Colby please start leaning a little more into his intuition and "empathic" energy? Please?

Oh and a bonus #4 that I know @golbrocklovely will back me up on: please god do a whole series in Pennsylvania. We could give them a million +1 ideas of cool places to go to in PA if they would just...show up, lol.

[quirkyplutonian]

This isn't a story where there's a good and a bad. This isn't a story of an underdog, or whatever in the world it's opposite would be. It's a story that simply exists, exists only within the mind and heart of at least one person.

In a written-down story, one shared or published, known to many people, there are meanings. The are signs and symbols and elements that reveal motive or meaning or predict the future. Life only has those moments when it plays weird tricks on you. But, in all avoidance of the randomness of the universe, most people think it does work that same way.

There was once an 8 year old girl. Or nine, I'm bad at counting. She had a very peculiar fear of a tv show, freaking out at the name, or the song, or the video itself. Measures were taken to avoid it, and, at times, read a small bit or see something relating to it, to try and lessen the fear.

It was due to this that, upon entering third grade, she explained to her teacher, "it's just the ones on a single topic I can't stand".

And she was wrong.

An overestimate. An assumption. As she plugged her ears and ducked under the desk it was certain only trouble would follow.

Phone calls home and arguments. Stage fright and nervousness to any typical thing to be nervous of, like making an argument standing in front of the class, became extreme inabilities, shouting mathces, and lost recess.

A teacher who who never say names and call on people with eyes only. Who would erase things on the board before you could read them, yelling at you that you should have paid attention and memorized like everyone else. Hallways and daydreaming were a kid's best friend, what with getting sent out there so often, sobbing because you don't know where you went wrong.

The bus arrives late one day. Or so I recall, it's been a decade now and all but the feelings are fuzzy. The girl walks over to the classroom, and is asked for the tardy slip. She has no clue what that is. "The pink slip". The only pink slip she knows is the doctors one, and quite certainly, she didn't go to the doctors. And she tells the teacher this.

The next fifteen minutes, an argument ensues, about the girl trying to get out of being late by claiming she had been at the doctor, and lying badly about it.

She sat at the table for recess a few times that week.

In fifth or sixth grade, being late for the first time with her parents driving her in, she got to find out that the late passes the office hands out, are pink. So that's what 'tardy' meant.

In eigth grade, she'd get to hear that late arriving busses are excused, and don't need them.

That entire argument that painted her as a terrible liar had happened for absolutley nothing.

The office was constantly closed, and no assistance could be asked for from the teacher. Any tears or fears was overreaction, lying, and attention seeking.

On the last day of classes that year, the girl was forced to sit and watch 3 epsioded of that damned show. I can recall every one of them. I can almost hear them.

Over a decade later.

[mlmxreader]

Lucky Charm | Corinthian x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x reader

The prompt is based of that line from the calliope epsiode

“You came.”

“You called”

Break my heart and then repair it

summary: whenever the Corinthian is away, nightmares come to taunt and break you.

tws: swearing, murder/violence/death, nightmares, sleep deprivation

Nights were hard enough without him, nightmares torturing your sleeping mind so roughly and so horribly that your waking mind was haunted by them; you never much liked sleeping alone, but when he was away for a week, telling you that he had important business to attend to, you knew you had to at least try and stomach it a little bit. Fuck, you hated sleeping alone. More than anything these days, you hated sleeping alone and you really, really did not want to face another night in isolation; even if you knew that he would be back, you despised the thought of being alone for another night. He could back by the end of the night and you would still despise the thought of being alone. Without him, all you had were nightmares, and no, maybe you didn't think about it at first, but the more you did, the more you thought he was almost like a lucky charm; Corinthian, a name that fell from your lips like a prayer, the first person you thought of when you woke up, and the last person you thought of when you fell asleep. Your lucky charm. Of all the things and people in the world, your lucky charm just had to be the tall, blonde, handsome and charming serial killer with the southern American drawl in his voice that made you weak in the knees. You never thought you would find an American accent so fucking attractive, but then again, Corinthian could make anything attractive.

Still, when he was away, things were awful; you rarely slept, only ever daring to do so when your body could no longer fight off the severe exhaustion from forcing yourself to stay up for so long. Energy drinks and coffee were your best friend when he was away, as were caffeine tablets; old Mötley Crüe songs playing over your headphones during the long nights and Sabaton songs blasting from the speaker you had brought when you moved in during the day. It was awful when Corinthian was away, exhaustion made you dizzy and slow and made everything around you seem blurry and almost unreal. It was awful, you were so scared of having nightmare after nightmare that you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, you didn't want to; you were terrified of sleeping. Terrified of the nightmares.

Corinthian had been away all of six nights so far, and you were in absolute fucking misery but you could feel yourself starting to slip away as you cuddled up in bed; thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning flashed as rain chiselled against the windows. A symphony of such beauty that you couldn't help but to relax a little bit more; the sounds of the symphony lulled and rocked you to sleep better than any Slayer song could, and as your body went limp, you finally started to drift off. So peaceful that you couldn't help but to think that maybe tonight would be different; maybe you would actually get some decent sleep for once. Maybe your dreams would be sweet and kind after all and you wouldn't be so fucking haunted.

Dead bodies scattered a lifeless grey field, so scarred that it was hard to believe that it was once green and full of flowers, now nothing bloomed; dead men cried out for mothers and fathers in garbled and slurred tongues, their mouths full of blood and mud. Their fingers were bitten to the bone by barbed wire, and it was easy to see the gangrene and the pus filling the wounds beside their flesh; they were choking on their own blood as they begged for a peace that would not come. Their clothes smelled of mustard gas, such a scent so strong making you want to heave and gag as you paced through the valley of the dead; when you looked at some of the sunken, hollow, ghostly faces, you could feel their bitten fingers reaching out for you, trying to grace your shoulder and your wrist as you stopped. Weeping for dead men who had been gone a hundred years. Weeping for dead men who never got the chance to go home, the chance to say goodbye to their families, the chance to be at peace. Weeping for ghosts and little else.

You stole a look around, your heart pounding as your stomach rotted itself from the inside and your hands shook, eyes filling with tears as you looked up at the skies; a dark grey smudge of clouds, endless and looming over you. The sun more than blocked out and with no hope of it ever returning or coming back. Amongst the dead, you were alone, and all you could do was sniffle as you called, ever so quietly and with a breaking voice, for your lucky charm.

"Corinthian."

You had no idea how far that single word had travelled. Halfway across the goddamn planet, Corinthian looked up from his kill; if only for a split second, he took a look around. Before him, the person he had strapped to a chair was tugging at their restraints as they choked on the gag in their mouth and sobbed; the deep gashes that littered their body weeped and bled heavily, blood that looked almost black dripping to the floor, smearing their arms as they cried and sobbed and begged. Oh, how they begged; but it all fell on deaf ears, as although it took Corinthian a couple of seconds to register it, he knew who had called his voice. His boyfriend.

"(y/n)..." his jaw clenched and he shook his head. "Fuck."

He huffed, turning to his kill and grabbing the hair at the back of their head, making them look up as he licked his lips; there was time for a snack on the way over, but he wouldn't have time to savour taking their eyes. Their garbled and slurred cries meant nothing to him as he sighed and shook his head.

"Don't squirm too much, this has to be quick... I have a boyfriend who needs me."

True to his word, Corinthian did make it quick, and although he was more than happy to snack on their eyes as his made his way home, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wouldn't get there on time; it wasn't like you to call out for him, not when you were asleep, never when you were asleep. Even if it had been quiet and broken, it wasn't like you to call for him, and he didn't like the feeling that was deep in the pit of his stomach, making it feel rotten as he ran red lights and broke the speed limit several times; fuck it. He just had to race back home; he needed to make damn sure that you weren't dying. That you had not been taken by Dream, or by Lucienne, or by any one of their allies. That you weren't fucking panicked and scared. Fuck the speed limit. Fuck the red lights. It was all a blur anyway, a flash of various colours and familiar places that he crossed until he found himself parking outside and nearly smashing the damn door down; Corinthian's footsteps were heavy and quick as he raced to the bedroom and crashed down beside you.

The noise must have woken you up, as by the time he had turned the light on and was about to start doing his usual when you had a nightmare, but you sat up, damn near gawking at him. "You came."

"You called," Corinthian told you gently, kneeling between your legs and gently stroking your jaw. "You called for me."

You nodded, furrowing your brows. "It was bad..."

"Oh, puppy, I can imagine," he murmured. "Come here. I'll keep you safe."

You sniffled, swallowing thickly. "What about your work?"

"It can wait."

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[total-drama-takes-takes-takes-ta]

Here is my personal ranking of all the seasons:

Total Drama All Stars. Best season. Great concept, with it being an all star season. Great cast, with Sam being one of my favorites that season. Gave us Mal, my favorite antagonist. Everyone that season had amazing writing.

Total Drama Pahkitew Island. Loved the new cast, with Leonard being my person favorite. Skave is also one of my favorite ships, and Scax isn't too far behind from them. I love the new Island, and every character felt perfect.

Total Drama Action. Beth is my favorite finalist, and I believe she deserved her win. Also, Duncney and Gidgette in this season are amazing. Plus, Heather gets voted out early, and she is one of my least favorite characters. Very happy that happened.

The Ridonculous Race. It gave us Nemma, ending the argument that was Noah's sexuality, proving once and for all that he is straight. Plus, it gave my favorite, my most yaoitastic ship of all time: Gerry x Pete. I was very upset that they were an early boot. I was even more upset when Leonard was an early boot. It also gave us the Haters/Daters, a great couple to come out from the season. As well as the best friends. I loved the entire "Will they, won't they" story they had going. It did not get annoying att all. The thing the brings this season down though is the fact that Don is the host. He is not as good as Chris.

Total Drama 2023. New cast. It did give me some new favorites, such as Chase Ripper, Chemma, and Chipper. I do wish we got Rayne instead of Rajbow, and I hope we get a raynebow love triangle next season, as those are always my favorite. I also hope Julia goes bald next season, to match the other seasons with the theme. My favorite episode was epsiode 5, as fart jokes are very funny.

Total Drama World Tour. If I could make it lower, I would. The only saving grace of this season was Gwuncan becoming canon. Aleheather is my least favorite couple from the entire season. They are poorly written, bad at romance, and neither of them deserved their spot in the final 2. Cody and Duncan should've been the final 2, giving us a great yaoi-off to end a horrible season.

Total Drama Revenge of the Island. 2 words: New cast. From the very start, I was not interested in the new cast. All though some of them looked interesting, they got an early boot. I wish Staci made the finale, the finale that was got was one of the worst ones out there. Scott is the worst villain. They should've put more emphasis on the toxic waste. I will give props to the Dakota plot line though. My favorite from the season.

Total Drama Island. Horrible. What a horrible way to introduce a new IP. The characters were at their absolute worst this season. I don't care about the camp vibe. It's boring. It's bad. Ezekiel should not have gotten voted out episode 1. He should have won. It's just. Boring.

If you want more details about anything, essentially send them through my inbox.

[tdalejandro]

Why YOU should vote for Heatherra in the yuri bracket (Part 2)

With every win I get stronger. No screenshots this time because I didn't hrt the time SORRY </3

Right off the bat, EPISODE 1 of World Tour, Heather says her best strategy is to become friends with the new girl.

"I do not heart the new girl."

You know what that means to me? Heather right away say Sierra's strength as a competitor, and she wanted to have Sierra have an alley until whatever! If Total Drama had good writing, IMAGINE the Heather/Sierra alliance! Good they would've been so fucking powerful that's literally the reason why they didn't go anyway where with this storyline.

Episode 1 of World Tour we were introduced to this great plot like where we could've had Total Drama Yuri Tour real but noOoOoO they just had to make Sierra like that.

The next major interaction is in Broadway, Baby! Besides getting my Alesierra on, I'm also getting my Heatherra on! Heather does not want Sierra to fall for Alejandro's tricks. Sierra in return knows she being played by the both of then. Heather wants Sierra to stay on her side. Literally looking out for Sierra to make sure she doesn't lose Chris' trust.

God if the writers were yuri enough we could've had Heather release Sierra and Sierra ONLY in the Am-AH-Zon race.

Can't Help Falling in Louvre. I know the plot is C*dy related but the fact that Heather needed Sjerra to get better is enough for me. Heather knows Sierra's strength, and Heather needs Sierra to be on her a-game for Team Amazon to win.

If you guys do not see the potential that Jamaica Me Sweet has, I'm sorry. Crash landing in Jamaica has potential written all over it, for all the characters.

Sorry this is like where the interactions fall out bc the writers suck. Anyway Sweden Sour had toxic yuri written all over it. The Amazon fight scene? That's literally toxic yuri. Screw you I'm getting my Heathneyerra on or something.

If Niagara Brawls was written today they would've made Heather and Sierra partners.

I'm not talking about Chinese Fake Out.

Anyway African Lying Safari ^_^ The Heather and Sierra team up FINALLY. God I hate this season so much that it gave us Heatherra only for them to barely interact in the middle of the season. But they team up this epsiode, and jwidisufjsjjf. And you know what? This is where Alejandro took Cody to first class. That's right. I'm talking about the Heatherra economy class for 48 hours. WHAT DID THEY DO!!!!

I already talked about Rapa Phooey so here's a short summary: Girlfriends are forever.

Awwwww, Drumheller. I love the first half of the epsiode where Sierra is just always gonna attack Heather. More toxic yuri. Also Heather liking Sierra's dinosaur? And didn't Sierra like Heather's dinosaur too. Anyway, "I really like glitter glue." God. You know that scene when Sierra gets the digging thing and she automatically goes to attack Heather? That was so fucking funny. In my rewatch, I laughed so fucking hard when that happened. And then you know what?

This is the only picture you're getting for this one bc this is the one that I have.

Anyway can you believe that Sierra got Heather to vote for Alejandro? What a strategist. Come on td give me the conversation.

Anyway. Planes, Trains, and Hot Air Mobiles. The beginning of the episode </3. Heather helping Sierra bc Sierra is bald now. That scene was cute.

God I didn't know I just went through Heatherra moments from my memory. I have an issue with tdwt. @totaldramabrackets hi again

[sillyname30]

I just listened to the latest episode of and that's what you really missed on Glee.

Kevin and Jenna talked about the deleted scenes. Some were even in the promo, but not in the actual epsiode.

In the script was a scene that never got filmed. Kurt and Blaine talk about Karofsky and Blaine offers to drive Kurt to the hospital to make sure he is okay afterwards. Kevin and Jenna said that would have been nice to see. It speaks to them as characters especially with what's going on with Karofsky and all the things surrounding it. All the support they can give each other. And to see the gay characters talking about that would have been nice. (I agree. If the episode was to long they should have cut the whole Sue pregnancy storyline. It was weird and went nowhere.)

NeNe Leakes was announced to be in this episode and Chris posted a picture of them on set, but she didn't make it and was not credited.

I've seen the bridesmaid scene. They all look really cute in their bridesmaid dresses and Rachel in her wedding dress. And it makes sense that Quinn is against Rachel getting married for all the wrong reasons. Without that scenes it's a little weird that Quinn agrees to come to Rachel's wedding.

I don't know why the cut scenes aren't in the DVD extras. A few made it, but the majority didn't.

Dianna said in an interview that she knew about the car crash and even helped Ryan coming up with some of that story.

Kevin talked about the Troubletones. He felt there was an opportunity missed. The Warblers had a Warbler album. Glee should have done that for the Troubletones. If there weren't enough songs, they could have recorded more. (I agree. I like most of the Troubletones numbers. The Warblers had the advantage that the second season was the most successfull one and there was a hype about Darren. I don't know how successfull the season 3 music in general was compared to season 2.)

cringe moment: Sebastian's storyline

best dance move: Troubletones

best song: Cough Syrup

performance mvp: Max Adler

[inwhichiramble]

Okay here’s my quick overview of how I feel about Star Wars after watching Epsiodes 1-9 (going to start all the series soon, I’ve only seen the movies)

The Millennium Falcon Crew, Anakin, Padme, Obi-Wan, Mace Windu, Rey, Finn, Poe, and BB-8 are the only characters I truly care about at the moment

I 100% ship Finnrey, Hanleia, and Anidala

Episodes 1-6 were the best, 2 and 5 being my favorites

I want a lightsaber

That is all ✨

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Epsiode 14: Grave Danger

~The Man Cave~

(y/n) had decided that since Henry and Charlotte had been working so hard lately (and had been to an actual parallel universe and stuff) they deserved a treat. A trip to their favourite burger joint downtown on her, they could order whatever the hell they wanted and it was a blast!

The three friends were giggling and laughing with one another all the way down to the Man Cave and were so engrossed in their conversation, they only realised that something was wrong the second they stepped out of the elevator. 

For starters, Ray was sobbing and moaning and crying on the couch, looking completely miserable, probably because his underwear was stuck to the walls, everywhere. And I mean, everywhere; every wall had been target, every surface possible and Ray seemed pretty upset about it, making (y/n) drop her smile immediately and rush over to him. His sadness was her sadness and it broke her heart to see him like that.

"Ray, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked in her most comforting tone, as she and the kids tentatively stepped towards him. 

"Ray, why are you crying?" Henry added, but the sudden arrival of his friends made Ray sniff and dry his eyes as he didn't want anyone to see him cry, especially his sweet girl. She went and sat beside him, her hand reaching for his and it helped to stop his snuffling, even if he was still a bit teary. (y/n) studied his face as he refused to make eye contact. It was killing her to see him hold back his emotions in front of her, she wanted him to be as honest and open because she'd never judge him.

"Yeah, and why is your underwear stuck all over the place?" Charlotte asked, frowning at the sight of the new "wall ornaments". 

(y/n) gulped as she too took a quick look around, but scolded herself when her filthy mind started to drift onto something else. Give her a break, it's not like she would ever get to see his underwear, he did that part of his laundry on his own and she'd never get with him, so she might as well look while she can.

"I don't know!" He wailed, bursting into floods of tears again, causing his girl to grab a tissue from her purse and dab his soggy cheeks. 

"Oh, Ray..." She whimpered, feeling like his emotions were rubbing off on her. All she wanted to do was kiss it all better.

"Come on, buddy. I promise, we'll figure out who did this to your underpants and we'll get them." Henry said, swearing revenge on whoever pulled such a mean prank on his boss. No one deserved this kind of humiliation, especially not when they were living with and trying to impress a pretty girl.

"No, don't you see?" He sniffed as the kids sat down, his heart pulling in two different directions as (y/n) placed a tender hand on his knee and put her arm around his shoulders. He was loving her touch and was so grateful for her attempts to comfort him, but he also felt...silly. His underwear was on the walls all around and here he was blubbering in front of her and needing her to make him feel better. What kind of protector does that?

"Ray, what don't we see?" Her honeyed voice asked gently, trying to soothe him but rubbing small circles on his back and squeezing his knee.

"I did this. I did it all by myself." He told them in a shaky voice, wailing as his emotions got the best of him. 

"But why?" Charlotte question, wondering what had driven him to do such a thing in a communal living space.

"You tell me! I took a nap, right here, waiting for (y/n) to get home safely and when I woke up, this bottle was in my hand and the underwear was stuck all over the place." Ray cried, not seeing how (y/n) melted at his confession. He always waited up for her or stuck around until she got home and never failed to make her smile softly to herself. It made her feel special.

"Okay, okay, maybe you were just sleepwalking," Henry suggested, having heard loads of stories online of people doing crazy stuff whilst sleeping.

"Maybe. 'Cause, this isn't the first time something like this has happened." Ray revealed, making his best friend look at him with a confused, pointed look. Say what now?

"What? Raymond, what haven't you told me? What's happening?" She asked, shifting her body so she could look directly at his face and nothing else. He couldn't meet her eyes, he hadn't lied to her per se, but he didn't tell her about all the stuff that had been happening lately either. He just didn't want her to worry, her nerves were so fragile so he thought it best to keep it bottled up.

"The other night, I woke up at four in the morning and do you know what was in the bed with me?" He asked the kids as his stomach twisted from the intense gaze (y/n) was giving him.

"Was it Schwoz's pig?" Charlotte asked, knowing that it liked to roam around the Man Cave. Her first guess was actually (y/n), but she figured that if she said that, she'd have to watch the couple melt into goo. Yeah, they often crashed in Ray's room because of the luxurious mattress and the fact that they always slept better together, but that didn't mean anything, right?

"I wish. But no, I woke up and I found myself lying in my own spaghetti." He said in a distraught voice, but the explanation puzzled everyone.

"I'm sorry, what?" Henry asked, thoroughly confused with what he had said. He woke up in bed with spaghetti?

"Wait, are you talking about that big pot of spaghetti we made earlier that morning?" (y/n) asked as she turned around to watch him frantically pace next to the auto-snacker. 

"Yeah, and when I woke up, it was all around me in my bed...there were meatballs in my pyjamas." He confessed, putting his hand over his mouth to keep in his sobs. (y/n) reached up to him as he leaned on the back of the couch and softly stroked his head, hating how wobbly his bottom lip was. He was just thankful that she hadn't been snoozing with him or she'd have been spaghettied too and he was certain she'd never had gone in his room again. 

"All right, just calm down," Charlotte told him in a flat voice, not knowing how to handle the emotional man. Thank God they had (y/n), she was the expert, but even her knowledgeable hand couldn't keep him completely calm.

"I can't calm down! I'm losing it. I put things down and when I look for them, I can't find them. And I'm losing my balance too, I keep tripping over things that aren't there. I'm falling down for no reason. Oh, look at my underwear, it's on the walls! That's not where underwear should be." Ray rambled himself into a frenzied mental state, his panic locking him into the mindset that he was crazy, which made (y/n) whimper at how upset he was.

"All right...whoa, whoa, (y/n) get over here!" Henry called for backup as he spooked his boss as he laid a hand on his shoulder to snap him out of the trance and the boy knew Ray needed his girl at this crucial moment.

"Okay, okay. Hey, hey, yeah, you're all right, sweetheart. Now, listen to me, I want you to go to your room..." The young woman dashed over and put both hands on Ray's cheeks, making his terrified eyes look into that familiar (y/e/c) colour that was her gentle gaze. 

"Okay." He agreed, feeling much better now that his girl was with him. 

"...right now, and take a long nap." She told him, her expression getting all confused again when his face contorted in pain. What now?

"There's spaghetti in my bed." He whined sadly, dropping his head into the crook of her neck so he could try and use the scent of her perfume to calm himself down. And it gave him a good excuse to feel her soft skin against his as his arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her to her tiptoes as he hugged her tightly.

"Okay, easy, easy, now. I'll go clean your bed and you can sleep in mine, 'kay?" She told him softly, absent-mindedly brushing her fingers through his hair and his hiccuping and choked sobs slowed down.

"But that's your bed, I'll get my smell on it." He whined, thinking that whilst he loved to smell her shampoo on his pillows for days after she had fallen asleep next to him, it didn't necessarily mean she felt the same. He'd die before he made her feel uncomfortable in his home.

"Doofus, I don't care, please just take a nap in my room." The young woman insisted, hoping that she'd be able to smell his cologne on her sheets. She'd sleep so much better if he did.

"Okay, I'll sleep in (y/n)'s room." He mumbled to himself, walking off towards the sprocket, but when he tried to go up the stairs, he tripped over nothing, just like he had described. Weird. 

"Did one of you three just push me?" He pointed a shaking finger at his friends, who looked slightly offended at the accusation. Did he really think they'd do something so cruel?

"No, we were right here." Henry and Charlotte stuttered, feeling utterly confused about what was going on.

"Wahhhhh, what's happening to me? I'm a disaster!" Ray hiccuped as he crawled up the steps, only to burst into more tears when he somehow tripped up the stairs again. God, this was difficult to watch, particularly when he blew his nose on a pair of his underpants. 

"Okay, you clearly need some assistance." (y/n) sighed and jogged up to the sprocket, and knelt down on the floor next to Ray, who had once again tripped over and was now lying flat on his back. She gazed down at him softly, putting her hand into his. She didn't know what was wrong, but she wanted to help him through it, no matter what.

"What am I going to do with you, Ray Manchester?..." She trailed off at the end when she could've sworn that a puff of warm air was breathed down her neck. She shivered in fear, but when she turned around, there was nothing or no one there. Okay, that's it, the Man Cave is haunted.

"(y/n/n), what's wrong?" Ray asked her when she didn't speak for a minute and frowned when he saw her anxiously looking around the room.

"Nothing, it's nothing. Come on, let's go have a nap." She dismissed his concerns quickly, thinking that the strange phenomenon was probably her mind playing tricks on her. A very mean trick, but a trick nonetheless. The couple sloped off to her room so they hide under the safety of her blankets, leaving Henry and Charlotte alone with their boss's underwear. One thing's for certain, Charlotte wasn't going anywhere near it, so it looked like Henry was the one tasked when prising it from the walls.

~Later that day~

Well, things were still a mess at the Man Cave. Ray was a nervous wreck and it was starting to affect (y/n) too. She could swear that there were eyes on her at all times, but there was no one else around. The thought just made her shiver, she was in the Man Cave with her not-boyfriend, where she was safe. No need to panic.

"Hey, sup?" Henry greeted Schwoz, Charlotte and (y/n) at the supercomputer as he strolled in from the elevator. Charlotte had told him to get his ass to the Man Cave asap because she believed that she had found something to explain why all the weird crap was happening. Sure, Henry had to stop watching Dog Judge and leave Jasper to play with his walkie-talkies by himself, but he was too curious and too kind not to help out his boss.

"Hello, Henry." Schwoz smiled at him warmly as (y/n) nervously bit her bottom lip. She had left Ray to nap in her bed and had made sure to check the room for anything suspicious, but she couldn't see anything.

"Hurry, come on." Charlotte encouraged the young boy over to the monitor.

"Did you figure out what's wrong with Ray?" Henry asked worriedly as he patted (y/n) on the back. She looked so stressed, hopefully, if they could help Ray, they could help her too.

"I don't think anything's wrong with Ray." The young girl told them, making (y/n) frown. 

"Come again?" She asked. It wasn't like she thought her best friend was crazy, but she wanted an answer that her scientific mind could get behind.

"Check this out. You're about to see the security camera footage from two days ago, here in the Man Cave." Charlotte told them as she played a video of Ray working out. Not a bad thing for (y/n) to watch, she loved to see him work out, flexing his muscles and being all macho.

But the video wasn't particularly hot, it was sort of sad because they watched as Ray lifted the extremely heavy weights, but when he went to sit on the bench, it slid underneath him and he fell on the floor. 

"Poor Ray." (y/n) whispered to herself, feeling her heart ache as she heard him groaning in pain on the video.

"Now, watch in slow-mootion," Schwoz told her and Henry in his funny accent, making them look at him weirdly.

"Slow-motion." Henry corrected him, sounding out the "oh" in the middle, which turned into a mini-lesson as Henry tried to get him to say it properly.

"For god's sake, just play the clip in slow-mootion." (y/n) said, ignoring the boys and their silly talk. She just wanted to see what was so weird about this video.

"Now, watch when I zoom in on the bench," Charlotte told them and they all gasped when they saw the bench slide to the left as if by magic. Wait a second...

"Whoaaaa, it looked like that bench moved by itself." Henry breathed out, not seeing how (y/n) had begun to sweat and hyperventilate next to him. She had a sneaking suspicion where this was going and the thought made her sick. After all, benches don't move by themselves.

"Yeah." Schwoz agreed, as the young woman rubbed her trembling hands together and tried to take some deep breaths. Ray, she needed Ray.

"Okay, what's going on here?" Henry asked, no one hearing the superhero approaching the sprocket.

"Well, I think it might be—" Charlotte tried to tell them, but Ray interrupted as he appeared in the room. All of his friends were together, huddling in a circle and probably talking about him, this didn't feel good to him.

"Hey, I thought I heard you guys. What are you doing here so late—Argh!!!" Ray screamed as he took a nasty tumble from the sprocket opening, down the stairs and ledge and onto the floor by the supercomputer. He groaned in pain as his helper swallowed her nerves and ran to his side, helping him up with shaking hands.

"Oh my god, Ray..." She breathed out at him instinctively scanning him for injuries, even though he was the indestructible Captain Man.

"What is wrong with me?" He asked his friends sadly as Henry and Schwoz assisted in pulling him to his feet. (y/n) grabbed hold of his hand to settle her anxiety, but she was still afraid as to what Charlotte was gonna say.

"Well, I think you're problem could be...Invisible Brad." Charlotte revealed, making Henry and Schwoz gasp as (y/n) glued herself to Ray's side in terror, her hands tightly clutching his shirt as she pressed herself into his chest and his arms came to curl around her trembling form.

"No, no, no, not him, anyone but him." She whimpered into his shirt as she screwed her eyes shut and tried to forget everything that Brad had done to her and her friends in the past. 

"Pfffft, what? No way, Invisible Brad is dead! He got hit by a bus, I went to his funeral, so stop worrying, sweet girl." Ray scoffed as he cradled the terrified girl in his arms, hoping he could convince her that she was safe. He wouldn't let anything happen to her, he had promised himself that that bastard would never hurt her again.

"Well, did you see him at the funeral?" Henry asked, mocking the way he had spoken the words whilst holding his girl. She was still squishing her face into his chest so it's not like she saw anything anyway.

"Yes, it was an open casket. I walked right up and looked inside." The large man told them, thinking that this theory was whack, but (y/n) had something to say about that.

"Oh, yeah? What did you see in the casket, doofus?" She questioned in a small voice, briefly looking up at him despite her instincts telling her to run and hide. It's not like Brad could injure her anymore, but he was still the creepiest dude she'd ever met, so she would never feel safe with him around.

"Nothing," Ray said softly, stroking her back with a large, warm hand. It was his go-to technique for getting her to calm down.

"Ah-ha!" Charlotte cried at the revelation. She knew that Brad was back, she just needed her friends to believe her, then they could deal with him once and for all.

"Well, he's invisible." Ray rolled his eyes, still not convinced that Brad was who they were dealing with. He believed (y/n)'s fear was genuine, but he also thought that she had been led on by Charlotte's wild theories.

"And creepy, don't forget that bit." (y/n)'s muffled voice said against his chest, making him let out a breathy chuckle as she decided that she was safe, for now, and pulled away. She still stayed close to him though, choosing to hug his arm instead.

"Maybe, Invisible Brad is not dead." Charlotte proposed, making the woman whine again. The world just seemed a whole lot scarier with her stalker back on the streets.

"All right," Ray said, knowing that he had to see this for himself. He pressed a kiss to his girl's head and she slowly released his arm from her iron grip, even if she didn't want to see him go. He had to do what he had to do.

"What are you gonna do?" Charlotte asked as (y/n) folded her arms around herself. She wasn't sleeping tonight that's for sure.

"We're going to the Swellview cemetery," Ray said, although he pronounced cemetery wrong.

"Ce-met-ery." Henry corrected him, thinking that his way of saying the word was just plain wrong.

"Well, both pronunciations are acceptable. Ray argued, not wanting to let this one go.

"Well, I think you're wrong." The boy retorted, making Schwoz and Charlotte roll their eyes with (y/n). Children, they worked with children.

"White shadow to sweet kumquat, white shadow to sweet kumquat, over?" Henry's hand flew to his pocket as Jasper's voice came from his walkie-talkie. He really picked his moments.

"Here, Charlotte. You talk to Jasper." Henry chucked the walkie-talkie to his friend as he and Ray chewed their gum.

"Uh, hang on, Jasper." The girl spoke into the device, hoping that Jasper was listening.

"Yeah, sweet kumquat is busy." (y/n) chuckled as Henry glared at her, but let it go since he was relieved to see her laughing and joking around. If Brad was behind this, he would make sure he wouldn't scare his best friend.

"Let's go, kid." Ray nodded to Henry once they had transformed into their super suits. They ran to the tubepad and slapped their belts, but Charlotte didn't want to be stuck with Jasper on the radio all day.

"Wait...catch!" She smirked as she threw the walkie-talkie back to Henry.

"No, no, Charlotte, you keep the walkie-talkie." Henry stuttered as he tried to throw it back, but it was too late the tubes had already been lowered and they were seconds from lift-off.

"Good luck." (y/n) smiled at Ray sweetly as his face disappeared up the tube. She prayed that he was right; Brad being alive spelt only one thing: trouble.

~Swellview Cemetery~

So, Ray had decided that he didn't feel like doing any digging that evening, so he had left Henry to do all the hard work. Yep, the poor kid had to shift six feet of dirt to get to Brad's coffin and he was starting to get pissed off at how Ray was just lying next to the hole, snacking.

"Wow. Look at the stars. You ever just look up at the stars and think, hey stars, I'm better than you?" The superhero mentioned as Henry shovelled the last of the earth to the side. He couldn't give a crap about the stars, he just wanted to sit down.

"Okay, I've finished." He panted, letting his exhausted arms have a break. Man, he was beat.

"What? You're done digging?" Ray asked in surprise, his voice garbled from his mouthful of food.

"Yeah, I'm done digging. All by myself, while you laid there, looking at the stars and stuffing your face with fruit grapes!" Henry hissed at his boss, chucking the shovel to the side angrily.

"Who calls them fruit grapes?" Ray scoffed, thinking that you don't say "fruit apple" or "banana fruit".

"I do," Henry told him, not seeing anything wrong with the way he spoke.

"Well, it's weird." Ray retorted, his jibes not helping Henry's irritated mood. He wouldn't like it when the kid snitched to (y/n) that he was being a dick.

"Whatever. The deal was I dig the dirt, you lift Brad's casket out of the hole." Henry reminded him of when they shook on the deal. He was strong for a boy of his age and size but he wasn't so strong he could lift a well-built, sturdy coffin. Plus, he found the idea of touching someone's resting place a bit spooky.

"All right. Move." Ray nodded a stood up and at the same time, revealed that he had brought along a little gadget to help him lift the casket. He didn't want to do any work, he'd been having a hard time lately, he didn't want to strain himself more.

"Whoa, man. You brought the anti-grav?" Henry asked his boss as he recognised the glowing stick. Ray kneeled and locked it to the casket, switching the device on so he could easily lift the immense weight.

"Yeah." He grunted as the coffin floated up, feeling no heavier than a feather.

"Wait, I just spent two hours digging a six-foot deep hole and now, all you gotta do is lift the casket with the anti-grav, which takes no effort?" Henry frowned at the devious superhero, who had already placed the casket on the grass next to the hole.

"Yeah," Ray smirked, thinking that he had just been smart. Why work when there's an easier solution?

"I had to struggle and you just laid there and daydreamed about (y/n) and her eyes and her butt and other gross stuff..." Henry cringed and shivered as he imagined Ray's thoughts, traumatising himself into feeling a bit nauseous. 

"Shut up!" Ray blushed at his sidekick's words, feeling like he had been caught out. He couldn't help it if his filthy mind often drifted to his girl and her...finer features. He wanted her, even if he could never have her.

"Anyway, you ready?" The superhero cleared his throat and looked at the coffin. This was gonna get creepy, but then again, Brad always made things creepy.

"I guess." Henry swallowed his fear and stepped to the coffin so they could both lift the lid. They groaned from the strain, but they finally got it open, peering inside to see...nothing. Well, duh, he was invisible, looks like they'd have to reach in and check somehow.

"We should...feel inside." Henry stammered, not wanting to be the one to feel a human skull if Brad really was in there.

"You feel inside," Ray instructed his sidekick, also not wanting to stick his hand in something as unnerving as the place where a dead person was laying.

"Okay, okay, the first one to say "not it", doesn't have to feel inside, so—" Henry was cut off as Ray said the magic words, leaving it up to Henry to do the deed. Ah, geez, he didn't get paid enough for this.

"Okay, we'll both feel inside." Ray proposed, neither of them seeing how Brad had picked up Henry's shovel and was stalking towards them. So he was alive, oh god...

"Okay." Henry nodded and they both bent over to reach in, but they nearly died from shock as a sinister voice called out behind them. 

"Looking for me?" Brad asked rhetorically, his voice full of hate and revenge for Captain Man, the man who ruined his life and took away the girl he wanted.

"Ahhhhh!" Ray and Henry screamed in terror as they felt the nearby air to see if Brad was around them, but they were caught out as he whacked them from behind with the shovel. They both fell into the coffin and Brad chuckled evilly as he closed the lid. 

"Nighty-night." He quipped as the lid closed and Henry and Ray banged on the wooden walls. It was claustrophobic in there, to say the least.

"Yeah, nail, nail, nail, nail, nail...and now, I'll just lift up the casket and down you boys go. Have a nice rest of your lives, jerks. Hope you're comfy in there." Brad chuckled maniacally as he nailed the coffin shut, lifted it back into the hole and began to replace the dirt that had been dug out. Oh, shit.

"I think Charlotte was right. Invisible Brad is alive." Ray whispered to Henry as they lay next to each other in the cramped space. His heart was beating rapidly as he realised that with Brad back, (y/n) wasn't safe and that terrified him more than the situation he was in.

"What was your first clue?" Henry asked sarcastically, annoyed that he was trapped in there with Captain Genius. Ray nudged his arm in frustration as they heard Brad chuck shovelfuls of dirt onto the box they were stuck in and they both gulped. This wasn't good at all.

"Brad, Brad, this isn't funny!" Ray banged against the "ceiling", but his pleading fell on deaf ears. Brad didn't care if they were freaking out, he wanted to take his sweet revenge.

"Just a little more...one more scoop. Oh, that's pretty." Brad dropped the shovel as he admired his work. With Captain Man and Kid Danger out of the way, he could now carry out the second part of his plan.

"See ya, ballerinas! I'm off to see my girl. Oh yeah, that's right, Ray. With you gone, (y/n) is gonna need a new boyfriend and I'll be the one she turns to." Brad taunted the large man, who had started to furiously pound against the box with Henry.

"No, wait, Brad! Come back!" Henry yelled at the top of his voice, hoping that by some miracle, the deranged guy would let them out.

"Brad! Come back here, I mean it! Don't you dare touch her!" Ray growled as his rage began to burn at the thought of the man comforting his girl and stealing her away. Not that she'd ever go for him, he knew she hated him and the idea of him closing in on the Man Cave made his blood boil and heart hurt. Yes, she wasn't physically vulnerable, but Brad was unpredictable and wouldn't stop at any length to take away the woman he loved.

Not being able to see in the pitch black, Ray panted and strained, but managed to get a light above their heads.

"At least now, we can see." He said, struggling to get air into his body as the supply became limited. They couldn't stay in here for very long, well, Ray could because he was indestructible, but Henry would die after a few minutes.

"What are you doing?" Ray asked as he felt the boy wriggling and squirming next to him. He realised how nice it was to have your own space as he struggled to move in the tiny box.

"I'm trying to get my phone," Henry told him and Ray nodded at the good idea. 

"Oh, yeah, I'll get mine." The man reached down to his utility belt and struggled to unclimbed his phone. Even if he couldn't call for help, he at least wanted to tell (y/n) to get herself to safety before Brad could reach the Man Cave.

The two began to argue as their movements restricted one another and they complained as they grasped their phones, but couldn't find the room to pull them out. Geez, this was sucky.

"I'm first in seniority." Ray snapped, making Henry screw up his nose in annoyance. What had that got to do with anything? The superheroes managed to get their phones to their faces eventually but were disappointed with the results.

"No signal. How about you?" Henry sighed. They were too deep for the reception to reach them, and it rendered his phone practically useless unless he wanted to spend his last few minutes playing a game or taking selfies.

"Mine's dead. Forgot to charge it last night." Ray admitted, leaving out the part that he had forgotten because he had stayed up until 2 AM watching movies with (y/n). She was way more interesting than his dumb phone and he had drifted off to sleep to the thought of her and him, together on a beach, walking hand in hand as golden rings glinted in the dying light of the sunset.

"And now we're trapped in the middle of the Swellview Cemetery, six feet under the ground," Henry whined as he and Ray continued to fidget in the confined space.

"Thanks for clearing that up, 'cause I thought we were at the Taylor Swift concert in New Mexico." Ray hissed in response, his emotions getting the best of him as his panic grew. 

"Hey, it's not cool to be sarcastic whilst we're buried alive!" Henry snapped back, also feeling too frustrated to take some stick and not saying anything about it. He was in a life or death situation and all the while his friends were about to get a surprise visit from Nutjob Brad.

"White shadow to Prancing Pony, White shadow to Prancing Pony, over?" The two stopped squabbling when the last voice they had ever expected to be happy to hear sounded in the coffin. Holy shit, it was Jasper on the walkie-talkie!

"What's that?" Ray asked as he failed to recognise the voice over the warbled signal.

"It's my petite walkie-talkie!" Henry smiled happily, feeling overjoyed to have been the one Jasper had picked to be his radio buddy. Thank god he didn't leave it with Charlotte or they would've been in deep shit.

"Who's Prancing Pony?" Ray asked in confusion. Obviously, he hadn't been listening to what was happening in the Man Cave earlier. 

"I'm Prancing Pony, I'm Prancing Pony!" Henry felt dunk on happiness and he reached down to his pocket to grab their saving grace.

"Hello, hey, Jasper? Can you hear me?" He panted into the walkie-talkie as he started to feel lightheaded. The air was quickly disappearing and they need to get out sharpish.

"Can you hear me, over?" Henry growled irritatedly as he realised that Jasper always required him to say the stupid "over" bit. Geez, he was about to die, he didn't have time to fanny about.

"Yeah, I copy ya, over." The two supers breathed a sigh of relief as they made contact. These walkie-talkies were good if the signal could reach underground. 

"Okay, listen, listen. I'm trapped underground in the Swellview Cemetery. I'm in a box with Capta—my boss, Ray, from Junk-N-Stuff. Now, the headstone above us says "Here lies Bradley Belcher". Now, I need you to get a shovel, find a way to get here and dig us out!" Henry instructed him, making sure to catch himself before he revealed that he was with Captain Man. That would make headlines in the morning if word got out.

"When?" Jasper asked, not realising that time was of the essence.

"How about before we run out of air and slowly die?!" Ray hissed as he snatched the walkie-talkie from Henry's fingers. This kid really knew how to test his patience. 

"O-Okay, I'll get there as quick as I can. White Shadow out." Jasper's voice crackled out as he dashed off to get himself ready and luckily (or not so luckily) he would have Piper to help him.

~In the Man Cave~

"Oh god, oh god, where are they?" (y/n) ranted nervously as she paced around the supercomputer area. She had taken the liberty of donning her super suit just to make herself feel a little better, but without Ray or Henry back home safely, she couldn't switch off her worry.

"Come on, Henry, Ray..." Charlotte mumbled to herself and Schwoz as they anxiously tapped on the computer, looking for any signal or sign as to where the pair might be. They had lost contact ages ago and they were all starting to panic, especially (y/n). 

"I bet that invisible freak is behind this, I just know it." (y/n) hissed to them as she put her hands on her hips and chewed her lip. Her gut told her that Brad had his dirty mitts all over the situation and her adrenaline was sky-high, waiting for a fight. He scared the shit out of her, but if he had hurt one hair on Henry or Ray's head, so help her, there would be hell to pay.

"Relax, there's nothing to worry about." Schwoz tried to keep her calm, despite his own niggling sense that something wasn't right. But he could show her his concern, that would just make her tremble more.

"It's been two hours, why won't they respond?" Charlotte pondered out loud, not meaning to upset her friend by reminding her of the situation.

"Maybe something terrible happened to them. Schwoz suggested, causing (y/n) to snap her gaze to him and glare, and in her superhero getup, it was pretty intimidating.

"Schwoz, that's why we're worried." She seethed, feeling like splitting his bald head open like a coconut. He seemed to be an expert at saying the wrong things at the wrong time.

"Ohhhhh." He said and shut his mouth as the tube alarm sounded and a tube came down.

"Oh, thank god, they're here." (y/n) breathed out, but her smile fell when just one tube came and down and no one appeared to be in it. Wait a damn minute...

"Hmm, that's weird," Schwoz commented, knowing that the tubes were working perfectly. They shouldn't have come down on a false alarm.

"Shhh, listen," Charlotte told them and they fell silent. Straining their ears, they made out the sounds of footsteps echoing on the cold floor and they gulped as the noise walked over to a cabinet and pulled out one of Ray's spare gum tubes. 

"Ahhh, this place's haunted!" Schwoz screamed in terror as he watched the tube float. He climbed onto Charlotte's lap in fear, much to her disgust and irritation. That was no ghost and she knew it.

"He's here." (y/n) breathed out as they all tiptoed forward and saw the tube opening.

"Brad? We know it's you!" Charlotte yelled at him as he chuckled and popped a piece of the special gum into his mouth and began to chew. 

"Actually, it's Captain Brad." He gloated as the uniform materialised around him. To be honest, it wasn't very smart to take away your invisibility, particularly when you were in your enemy's hideout.

"Hey, babe." He purred at (y/n) in a disgustingly flirty tone, making the woman feel sick, but she kept it well hidden. She wouldn't dream of giving him the satisfaction.

"Piss off, Brad." She growled, clenching her fists as her body tensed up. She was the only one present with a superpower, meaning she was the only one who could protect her friends.

~Swellview Cemetery~

"I'm so uncomfortable." Henry moaned as he and Ray tried to elbow their way out of the casket. All they were doing was wasting their energy and what little air they had left. There was nothing but dirt around them, so any attempt to escape was futile.

"Can we switch places?" He asked his boss, hoping that a shake-up of their positions would soothe his cramped muscles.

"Yeah, all right." Ray agreed, also wanting a change, but their movements proved to be difficult and awkward as Henry roughly crawled over Ray's body, accidentally whacking him in the face as he did. This day was going swimmingly.

"This is much worse." Henry groaned as his face had ended up in Ray's armpit. He should've stayed where he was, he couldn't even see now.

"What?" The boy asked in confusion as Ray giggled at something random. Had he said something funny?

"It tickles when you talk into my armpit." Captain Man confessed, feeling a bit giddy as Henry tortured him with tickling.

"What do you mean it tickles?" Henry asked, wondering how on Earth it could affect him like that, but Ray just laughed in reply.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" He begged as his body shook with mirth. Thankfully for them, Jasper was nearly done digging them out, even if Piper was annoying him by not helping out. She argued that since she had driven them to the cemetery with her sent-by-mistake driver's license, she didn't have to work. 

"What was that?" Ray asked happily when Jasper's shovel hit the lid of the coffin. Salvation had come.

"Jasper's shovel!" Henry realised and they both grinned in delight at the thought of being rescued after two long hours.

"Finally!" Ray breathed out, but they had forgotten one, immensely important factor.

"Jasper! Was that your shovel?" Henry yelled to his friend, praying that's it was.

"Yeah, I'll get you out in a second!" He reassured them, making Henry realise that they had a major problem.

"Aw, geez." His laughter stopped as he caught sight of Ray's costume. Jasper couldn't see them like this.

"What?" Ray asked, wondering what had spooked his sidekick so much.

"We're in uniform. We can't let Jasper and Piper see us as Captain Man and Kid Danger!" He panicked. Jasper was opening the lid any minute and it would no doubt end in a memory wipe if either he or Piper saw them and realised the truth.

"Aw, geez. Quick! Our gumball tubes!" Ray prompted and they both scrambled for their gum, shoving a ball in their mouths and chewing it rapidly. 

"Okay, get ready to be rescued!" They heard Jasper shout, just as they returned to their civilian clothes. The curly-haired boy was rising the lid open just as their normal outfits appeared and thankfully, he was none the wiser as to their secret identities.

Coughing and spluttering, Ray and Henry crawled out of the casket and breathed in the fresh air. Ten more minutes and they probably would've been goners.

"Aw, man. Thanks, buddy." Henry said to his best friend, feeling exceedingly grateful that he had been around to save them.

"Yes, thank you, Jasper. Prancing Pony and I couldn't have done it without you." Ray said too, admitting silently that sometimes, Jasper had some good qualities. Henry sighed at the dumb nickname, it looked like it was gonna stick for a while and he'd never live it down.

"So, how did you and your boss get trapped here and buried in a casket?" Piper interrogated, feeling miffed that she'd had to drive all the way across town to save her stupid brother and his dumb boss.

"Well, uh...it's, it's, uh...weird story." "Uh, yeah." They stuttered in response. They couldn't tell them that a crazy, invisible man with a serious grudge had buried them alive so he could take over Captain Man's life and steal his girl, they'd think they were insane.

"Actually, we were watching, we were at Junk-N-Stuff, earlier..."

"Watching TV."

"Right and the news and stuff, and turtles!" "Turtles!" 

The rambling went on and on as Henry and Ray tried to blag their way through an excuse, slowly backing away as they did. Jasper and Piper stared at them in confusion as they mumbled nonsense, eventually disappearing into the trees and bushes. At least they had gotten away; sure, it would be difficult to explain later, but right now, they had to kick Brad's ass.

~In the Man Cave~

"Haven't you missed me, (y/n), or should I say, baby?" Brad cooed at (y/n) as she stood in front of Schwoz and Charlotte, shielding them from anything he could throw at them with her super-healing body.

"Like a hole in a parachute. You're supposed to be dead." She replied flatly, hating all the revolting nicknames he gave her. She only liked one and that came from Ray, no one else could call her theirs.

"We thought you got hit by a bus." Charlotte jumped in, glaring at the invisible man, who was still wearing Ray's suit. 

"You thought wrong." Brad hissed, making (y/n) protectively keep Charlotte at a safe distance. If this guy made one wrong move, she'd give him a taste of her new power combined with the sweet techniques Ray had taught her in self-defence.

"That's what Ray said." Schwoz whimpered, feeling terrified at the prospect of having a madman in the Man Cave.

"Yeah, I wanted him to think I was dead so that later I could sneak back into his life, take over as the new superhero here in Swellview and have (y/n) as my beautiful girlfriend," Brad revealed his evil plot, making (y/n) gulp silently as Charlotte's phone began to ring and vibrate.

"Wait, who's that?" Brad growled as his dark monologue was interrupted. Schwoz and (y/n) crowded around the girl and looked at her phone, although the young woman made sure to keep one eye on Captain Dickhead at all times.

"Who texted?" Schwoz asked, hoping it was their saviour.

"Henry. He says that he and Ray are getting here in just a minute!" Charlotte told them in delight, making her friends sigh in relief and Brad clenched his fists in anger.

"Aw, man!" He cursed and quickly tried to strip himself of the uniform that counteracted his invisibility.

"What are you doing, asshole?" (y/n) asked as she wrinkled her nose up at the sight of him getting undressed.

"Taking off the uniform so Ray won't be able to see me!" He replied, making the woman frown. To her relief, the tubes came down, just in time, bringing Ray and Henry with them.

"Where's Brad?" Ray demanded to know, scouring the Man Cave with his eyes.

"Not here," Brad said nervously as he removed the blue shirt of the costume. 

"No, he's right there!" Charlotte pointed to the man and Ray noticed that his trousers and boots were walking around by themselves as Brad dilly-dallied about what he should do next.

"The pants! The pants! Get the pants!" Schwoz and Henry directed him, making Ray leap over the couch as he went after Brad. 

"Ahhh! Leave me alone, Ray!" Brad whined as he was chased around the sofa, the real Captain Man desperate to grab him and tan his ass for trying to take his girl.

"Ooo, try and get me!" Brad taunted him and ran around in circles to confuse Ray. With his enemy disorientated, he tried to tiptoe away but failed to realise (y/n) was also on the warpath. 

"Come here, you dirty little freak!" She growled, stalking him with a murderous glare.

"Oh, baby, don't be mad at me. I love you..." He tried to butter her up, but it just infuriated her more and Ray, well, let's just say he wanted to rip him apart with his bare hands. (y/n) wasn't a "baby"; she was his sweet girl and he'd be damned if this asshole tried to take her away from him.

(y/n) threw a punch at Brad, but he quickly blocked it, making her switch tactics and give him a sharp liver shot as he tried to uppercut her. He howled in pain as his ribs throbbed, but he still managed to take her by surprise and land a forceful, invisible fist on her cheekbone. He smirked as she winced and doubled over as she clutched her face. A punch like that would surely knock a young lady out and he smirked as she stumbled back, causing Ray to panic as she stopped fighting.

"You're mine (y/n), just submit to your fear..." Brad told her tenderly, but it had a pernicious undertone and to the old (y/n), it would have been her breaking point. Brad raised another fist to literally beat her into submission, but to his shock, when it came down, (y/n) caught it with an iron grip and twisted it harshly behind his back.

"I'm sorry, Brad, but you can't hurt me anymore." She told him in a quiet, solemn voice, not seeing the way Brad's eyes widened as the bruise and tiny cut on her cheek healed over and faded before his eyes. He had no power over her anymore, she had found her bravery.

"Quick, Henry, the bear spray!" Ray shouted to his sidekick, who scrambled to get the formidable spray from the cabinet whilst Brad was still in (y/n)'s tight hold.

"Aw, no Ray, not the bear spray—ahhhhhh!" Brad screamed as Henry used the weapon and the fine mist made his eyes burn and weep like they were burning, melting and freezing all at the same time. 

"It burns!" He shouted on the floor as (y/n) stepped back and blinked to remove the small amount of spray that had landed in her eyes. He was right, it stung like one thousand hornets in her eyes, but for her, it only lasted a few seconds as her souped-up genetics sorted the problem out quickly.

"I'm so proud of you." The young woman heard from her right as Ray walked over to her and lovingly squeezed her body against his in a quick embrace. She had been super and he couldn't be more pleased with her courageous actions, Brad certainly knew who was boss now.

"I just did what you would have done." She replied humbly, relieved to have him with her again, safe and sound.

"Oh, it burns so bad!" The sound of Brad's complaining, groaning and flailing about as his skin seared made the couple break apart and walk to his side. Although, Ray still kept an arm around her waist; when Brad was finally able to open his eyes, he wanted him to be able to see that she was off-limits to guys like him. She deserved the best man to give her a damn good life and Brad would never reach Ray's standards. It physically ached his heart to think about letting her walk off with someone else, but he thought that she needed the perfect guy and that wasn't him.

"That's not something you see every day," Henry commented as everyone watched Brad writhing on the floor, or rather, a pair of pants and boots writhing on the floor.

"Not it's not, kinda weird," Ray said as his thumb gently stroked over (y/n)'s hipbone. She was only half concentrating on the man in pain as she much preferred to admire the way Ray's shirt perfectly accentuated his chest muscles. 

Brad was a fool for thinking she'd ever love him. She'd found her perfect guy and he would always be the one for her. If only she saw the way his eyes subtly raked over her curves in her super suit as she gave Brad a pasting, she might have kissed him like she sorely wanted to.

"How do the bears deal with this? Oh god, it's horrible!" He complained, making the Man Cave crew giggle since he totally deserved this. 

As if anyone could try to take away Captain Man's girl and not suffer his wrath.

[tricornonthecob]

I forgot to do these last night

LK 115: New New York,

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

hey this frame was in last episode!

These past three epsiodes are in a weird order based on the time frame and I wonder if they were supposed to be aired in a different order.

Time-traveling hat spotted!

Comfy cozy chair spotted!

Pretty sure the order was supposed to be 114, 115, 113, because based on these background elements, they were at Mrs. Radcliffe's house in 113: Teenage Colonial Journalist Turtles (fuck why didn't I think of that sooner???)

Talking mad shit for the least effective agent in this outfit, James.

lay into 'em, Agent Henri

say what you will about the american revolution, the sass was pretty on-point. Melt down king George, fire him back at his army. Well-played.

Me, knowing how New York in 1776 went:

Ayyy its Other Howe! Less Popular Howe! Just Trying His Best Howe! Seriously We Need More Troops To Do This Howe!

You are on a vessel made almost entirely out of wood, yet you don't even knock on any of it. This moment here is why y'all lost.

I know her house is supposed to be hella nice and all but she lives like right on top of the docks?? She and her husband must like sailors.

*fuck me that's a really nice tea service is that pewter or fucking silver???*

Look at her and tell me this isn't the design of a MILF who swings.

Who was she.

And the quality of the sailors has really gone downhill!

I will never not love James being awkward in fancy clothes.

TBH they should have really gone for it and made the whole outfit an affront to human dignity but I understand. Animation budget and all.

Your racist great-aunt when someone remotely not-white moves in.

No notes, 100/10 cute interaction.

What else did Lady Phillips enjoy about your husband, Mrs. Radcliffe??

I think the boy has sensitive skin. Or, you know, other sensory issues attached to his ADHD.

"Can't relate."

Y'all going on a romantic stroll through the park??

oh my GOD just hold hands already.

Well, I guess in the 18th century you take whatever physical contact you can get it.

Why is HQ so bad about their Meddling Kids policies.

"And its not me. Never. Of Course Not. Why would you say that? Just because you're pretty doesn't mean I gaze at you when you're not looking."

[denimbex1986]

'Doctor Who fans have been left in a frenzy after the arrival of Ncuti Gatwa as the fifteenth doctor.

While fans knew the third special, The Giggle, was going to be the last time they saw David Tennant in the starring role, the way he was farewelled caught many off guard.

In the episode, the Doctor went up against an old foe The Toymaker, played by Neil Patrick Harris.

As they went head-to-head in an epic battle it started to become clear that things weren’t looking good for the Doctor when a laser beam was shot through his chest, sparking the start of his latest regeneration.

Standing by his side as it appeared this would be the last we saw of him was companion Donna Noble (Catherine Tate) and past companion Mel Bush (Bonnie Langford, who starred on the series back in the late 1980s).

While they each said goodbye to their friend, things took a turn when the Doctor split in two and Ncuti appeared after David’s Doctor teased that things were ‘feeling different this time’.

Managing to pull themselves apart, the rare regeneration saw the Doctor split into two and shocked by their ability to exist as two beings.

Even more shocked were fans watching on at home, who couldn’t contain their excitement at the plot twist.

‘DAVID TENNANT AND NCUTI GATWA TOGETHER?!?!? I DONT KNOW WTF IS GOING ON BUT WE HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE BACK,’ one fan posted on X, formerly Twitter.

‘OMG DOCTOR WHO!!! David Tennant AND Ncuti Gatwa the way I SCREAMED. It’s too much awesomeness on one screen,’ someone else shared.

Another added: ‘TWO DOCTORS! INSANE!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST DOCTOR WHO EPSIODES EVER!! I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE NCUTI GATWA AND DAVID TENNANT ACT TOGETHER.’

Others said they were left in tears watching what had now become their ‘favourite episode and regeneration that has ever happened.

However, some did have some comments to make on the fact that for the entirety of his scenes, Ncuti was wearing just a white collared shirt and his underpants.

‘Oh I loved that. Ta Russell T Davies David Tennant, Catherine Tate & Ncuti Gatwa but please reassure me that lovely young man gets some trousers for the new series,’ one person posted.

However, others didn’t seem to mind too much.

‘I did not think Ncuti Gatwa could get any more iconic but doing your intro scene in your pants is *chefs kiss*,’ one viewer posted.

‘Well, I’d be quite happy if Ncuti Gatwa spends his entire time as Doctor Who in just his pants,’ someone else shared.

After the regeneration scene, the two Doctors then had to try and figure out if they could co-exist, with the result revealed after Ncuti’s Doctor managed to copy the Tardis to leave one behind for his other half.

While he eventually went off on his adventures, David’s Doctor decided to make a home in modern-day London alongside Donna and her family.

The conclusion to David’s return to the role was celebrated by many.

‘We get to keep David Tennant who gets to stay with Donna and her fam and we got Ncuti being fabulous,’ one person summed it up.'