#this is controversial but i live dangerously

[pumpkinpie59]

wow i love the 2012 hamato siblings

leonardo, raphael, donatello, and

uh

*reads notes*

ah yeah

karai!! :D

[holdoncallfailed]

the truth is rpf is fine until it's not. hope that helps

[rat-rosemary]

I'm randomly in the blues for no reason but have we really realized that all Dream did on the important part of the qsmp/usmp situation was tweet ONCE about how people showed up at his house

Like how insane is that people were saying he was causing drama??? Girl, he made ONE SINGLE TWEET about being doxxed

Like, yeah it was a long one, but it was because he was trying to pass as much information in the most clear way possible

[arolesbianism]

Glory my bestie Glory

[weirdlizard26]

cool cool cool finishing my dinner in the safe room for the first time in months, very awesome, thanks a lot, new laws, i feel so much safer now (sarcasm)

[pasdetrois]

logging onto tumblr dot com and seeing conservative talking points

[gothmods]

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[queenofwands89]

Do you do fanfic requests? If so I was hoping for maybe an angsty enemies to lovers with Tyler Owens, like they are rivals and just got off on a bad start that spiraled into them hating each other but slowly seeing there's more there but being in denial until maybe like Reader gets injured in a chase or helping someone and Tyler realized how he truly feels? Idk lol. Just need some good angst and hurt comfort.

Stormfront Showdown (Part 1)

Tyler Owens x fem!Stormchaser!reader

Summary: Y/N and Tyler have been longstanding rivals, their past filled with unresolved conflicts and clashing opinions on storm chasing. With vastly different approaches to tracking and studying storms, their heated debates have become legendary. Now, with the upcoming storm chasing convention on the horizon, tensions are set to skyrocket. You know Tyler will be there, and the question is: will this be another explosive encounter, or will the storm finally bring them together in unexpected ways?

Word count: 2262

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, verbal sparring, competition, dumb blonde joke, teasing, a little angsty idk.

Notes: Thank you so much for your request! I apologize for the delay; I recently started school and things have been hectic. I took a bit of creative liberty with your request and turned it into a short series. I hope you don't mind! If anyone wants me to make a taglist, just let me know. I hope you enjoy it—bye! 💜

The storm chaser convention is your annual pilgrimage as a weather enthusiast or professional. The ballroom of the Kansas City Grand Hotel buzzes with anticipation. As you stand at the entrance, your eyes sweep the room with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. You don't particularly enjoy these crowded events, preferring the solitude and precision of your solo chases, but your presence here is a necessary evil—an opportunity to share your findings and emphasize the importance of safety and scientific rigor.

You smooth the front of your blazer, double-checking your notes for the panel discussion. It’s then that you spot him: Tyler Owens. The Tornado Wrangler himself stands surrounded by a throng of fans and admirers, his laughter loud and infectious. His rugged appearance, complete with cowboy boots and a well-worn hat, seems to dominate the room. Boone is there too, camera in hand, capturing every moment for Tyler's YouTube channel. Lily, Dexter, and Dani mingle nearby, each in their element.

You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves. The name Tyler Owens epitomizes everything you abhor in storm chasing—recklessness, unchecked bravado, and an insatiable thirst for sensationalism. To you, he is the living antithesis of diligent scientific inquiry and responsible journalism.

Your last encounter with Tyler was nothing short of disastrous. What began as a simple disagreement escalated into a full-blown public feud, broadcasted for the world to see via social media and various news outlets. You had penned a scathing article, meticulously criticizing his methods as dangerous and irresponsible. Your words were sharp, intended to signal a wake-up call not just to him but to the entire community of storm chasers.

Tyler, never one to retreat from controversy, responded with an incendiary video. Filled with passionate retorts and dismissive gestures, his rebuttal ignited a firestorm of reactions, polarizing the storm-chasing community and capturing the attention of a captivated audience.

The bitter memory of this exchange still lingers in your mind, a festering wound that has yet to heal. Now, as you anticipate another face-to-face meeting with him, you feel the weight of that unresolved animosity. You brace yourself for the confrontation that seems as inevitable as the approaching storm you both intend to chase.

The panel is called to order, and the moderator introduces the speakers with a flourish. You take your seat, your heart pounding in your chest. Tyler settles into the chair next to you, flashing a charming smile that belies the tension crackling between you.

"Welcome, everyone," the moderator begins. "Today, we have a diverse panel of storm chasers who will share their unique perspectives on this thrilling and dangerous field. Let's start with you, Y/N. Can you tell us about your approach to storm chasing?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking. "I believe storm chasing is an essential tool for advancing our understanding of severe weather phenomena. My approach focuses on meticulous planning, data collection, and public safety. The goal is to minimize risk while maximizing scientific value."

Tyler leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he addresses the room. "You know, while I truly appreciate Y/N's unwavering commitment to safety," he begins, his voice smooth and confident, "we sometimes overlook the bigger picture. Storm chasing isn't just about data and caution—it's about raising awareness and capturing the awe-inspiring power of nature."

He pauses for effect, letting his words sink in before flashing a charismatic smile at the crowd. "My team and I, we're not just scientists; we're storytellers. We bring these magnificent storms to the world, showing people a side of nature they rarely see."

His smile widens, eyes sparkling with excitement. "We have a saying in our crew: 'If you feel it, chase it.' Because in those moments of raw, untamed nature, we find our stories, our inspiration."

The room erupts in appreciative murmurs and nods of agreement, some even breaking into applause. Tyler's infectious enthusiasm and charm work their magic, swaying the audience to his perspective, if only for the moment.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Raising awareness is important, Tyler, but not at the expense of safety. Your methods put not just you and your team at risk but also the communities you travel through."

"And your methods," Tyler shoots back, "might yield scientifically valuable data, but they often lack the human element. People need to see the raw, unfiltered power of these storms to understand what we're dealing with."

The panel has been raging on for twenty minutes, each of you firing verbal volleys that keep the audience captivated. The tension is palpable, and it’s clear that you and Tyler aren’t on good terms.

Tyler leans forward, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He’s baiting you, and he knows exactly which buttons to push. "You know, ever since that article you wrote, questioning my methods, I've been wondering. Maybe you're just not a fan of a little excitement? Gotta admit, though, it did spark quite the public feud."

The hint of satisfaction in his voice is unmistakable—he’s reveling in the attention, the controversy, and most of all, the fact that he’s gotten under your skin.

You snap back, your tone fiery and unapologetic. "And with good reason. Your methods are reckless, Tyler. Capturing nature is one thing, but ensuring the safety of our team and the community is paramount. Data collection can be done without playing Russian roulette with our lives."

Tyler smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but without taking risks, we miss out on the most stunning phenomena. The beauty of a storm isn't just in its data points—it's in the visceral experience."

Your eyes narrow, voice sharp and unyielding. "Visceral experiences are meaningless if they end in tragedy. We need to strike a balance—pushing limits, yes, but with calculated caution. Not reckless abandonment just to feed your adrenaline addiction."

Leaning in slightly, his voice drops to a teasing whisper, "Careful. If you play it too safe, you might end up in a cozy weather office instead of out there chasing the real action."

You raise an eyebrow, your smile icy. "Better a cozy office than a hospital bed, Tyler. Besides, in the office, I can keep an eye on your antics, making sure you don’t turn yourself into a cautionary tale."

Tyler chuckles, clearly unfazed. "Touché. But admit it, you'd miss our epic sparring sessions out in the field."

You smirk back, your tone dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe. But I'd miss watching you lose a battle of wits with a breeze. It's like a real-life dumb blonde joke, but without the punchline."

Boone, with his characteristic enthusiasm, interjects, "You both have valid points! The thrill and the data—can't we find a middle ground here that marries both perspectives?"

Tyler grins at Boone's comment, "Maybe, Boone. But finding that middle ground is easier said than done."

The moderator, sensing the escalating tension and the need to maintain decorum, finally calls for a break. Their calm yet authoritative voice cuts through the cacophony of arguments, bringing a temporary ceasefire.

"Let's take a ten-minute break to gather our thoughts," the moderator says, brokering no argument. "This will give everyone a chance to cool off and reflect."

The announcement is met with a collective exhale from the audience. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you step away from the podium, your mind racing with the flurry of ideas and rebuttals. Tyler shoots you a confident smirk, clearly reveling in the public sparring.

As the room buzzes with low conversations and people stretch their legs, you glance towards Boone, Lily, Dexter, and Dani. Boone gives you a thumbs-up, his eyes sparkling with excitement for the next round. Lily offers a supportive nod, while Dexter's contemplative gaze meets yours, as if silently urging you to remain steadfast. Dani approaches you quietly, her concern evident.

"Take a moment to breathe," she advises softly. "You’re doing great, but don’t let him get under your skin."

You nod, appreciating the support as you resolve to keep your composure for the next part of the debate. Tyler may have won the crowd for now, but the debate is far from over.

You step away from the panel, finding solace in a quiet corner of the room. You sip your water, your mind racing with a mix of frustration and determination. A voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N," Tyler says, his tone unusually soft. "Can we talk?"

You turn to face him, your eyes narrowing. "There's not much to say, Tyler. We clearly have different philosophies that will never align."

He sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Look, I know we've had our differences, but we're both here for a reason. We're passionate about what we do. Maybe... just maybe, there's a middle ground we haven't considered."

Before you can respond, a group of Tyler's ardent fans—mostly attractive young women whose adoration for him is barely concealed—swarm in, interrupting your conversation. Their laughter and excited voices fill the air as they clamor for his attention, each holding out their phones for selfies.

"Tyler, can we get a picture with you?"

"You're amazing, Tyler, can you sign this?"

Their voices form a cacophony of admiration and eagerness. Tyler gives you a fleeting look, a glimmer of regret in his eyes. As he turns to handle the eager fans, you seize the moment. You walk away quickly, your strides purposeful and filled with resolve.

By the time Tyler manages to take a few pictures and sign a couple of autographs, he looks up to continue the conversation, but you're already gone. He scans the room, his expression shifting from hope to dejection as he realizes you're nowhere to be seen.

His shoulders slump slightly, and a look of displeasure shadows his face. The admiring fans around him continue their cheerful chatter, but his thoughts are elsewhere. He looks in the direction you went, frustration evident as he contemplates the vanished opportunity to bridge the chasm between you.

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The second day of the storm chaser convention dawns with a swirl of excitement and anticipation. Yesterday had been a whirlwind, with Tyler and you continuing your intense, verbal sparring match during your panel. As soon as it ended, you purposely avoided Tyler for the rest of the day, determined to keep your distance and focus on the upcoming events.

Today, however, is different. You feel a surge of excitement as you head towards the sign-up area for the competition on advanced research—a competition you have won every year. You stride confidently through the bustling convention hall, ready to claim your victory once more.

Approaching the registration table, you're taken aback to see Tyler there, pen in hand, scribbling his name onto the sign-up sheet. Your eyebrows knit together in a mixture of surprise and annoyance as you walk up to him.

"What are you doing here, Tyler?" you ask, folding your arms across your chest. "This competition has strict rules that you couldn't follow even if they were spelled out in neon lights."

Tyler smirks and meets your gaze. "Decided to sign up this year. Thought I'd give you some real competition."

You lock eyes, each ready for a verbal duel. The air between you crackles with tension.

"If you think you can handle it, by all means, try," you retort, your voice tinged with sarcasm. "Just know that this isn't your usual chaotic escapade. This requires precision and knowledge—qualities that, frankly, I don't think you possess."

Tyler chuckles softly. "We'll see about that. Underestimating me might be your biggest mistake."

Before you can continue your exchange, the host of the panel steps up to a microphone, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. The host, a renowned meteorologist named Dr. Sandra Jacobs, greets the crowd with a warm smile and a practiced ease.

"Good morning, everyone! I'm Dr. Sandra Jacobs, and it's my pleasure to welcome you to this year's storm chaser convention!" Dr. Jacobs begins, her voice carrying effortlessly through the room. "As many of you know, this convention is a celebration of the fascinating and often dangerous world of storm chasing. It's a place for experts and enthusiasts alike to share their passion and knowledge."

A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd as Dr. Jacobs continues.

"One of the highlights of our convention is the competition on advanced research. It's a chance for storm chasers to showcase their findings, methodologies, and innovations in storm tracking and prediction."

Your eyes shift back to Tyler momentarily, a competitive fire igniting within you.

"This year, however, we’ve decided to change things up," Dr. Jacobs announces, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "There will be no rules and no limits! The stakes are higher than ever, with $100,000 in research funding and a special feature on Discovery Plus for the winner!"

A collective gasp and murmurs of surprise and excitement ripple through the crowd. Your eyes widen slightly, processing the unexpected twist. Tyler glances at you, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"No rules, huh?" he teases, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Looks like your little rule-book speech just got thrown out the window."

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, both frustrated and fueled by the sudden turn of events. You watch him go, your mind already strategizing how to adapt to the new, unpredictable landscape of the competition. The game had just changed, and you are more determined than ever to come out on top.

[an-ivy-covered-summer]

i know this will be a controversial statement for some people on this website, but you guys need to understand that being a radical communist with zero awareness of the nuance of living on planet earth is really not very different from being an alt-right extremist.

if you’re past the point of using logical thinking and understanding that societies and politics are complex and can be wildly different from one place to another, you’re just a fanatic, in spite of the place in the spectrum you place yourself on. you’re too swayed and brainwashed by propaganda. you’re just a blind fanatic, and your agenda becomes dangerous for real people living in the real world.

[zev-rynna]

I am made aware of the controversy around Jiyan on how he became the general and the terrible story writing from the writers part.

Jiyan has been called names like “Run-away General”, “The Faux General” etc etc, and the complaints that Jiyan is a hypocritical character that judged Geshu Lin’s decision making and yet made the exact same decision Geshu Lin made in the end.

Honestly speaking, I don’t doubt the possibility of terrible writing on Kuro’s part but I wonder if this also reflected the complexity of human nature in the sense that there’s just no perfectly evil/bad person (in this case Geshu Lin) or the perfectly good/right person (in this case Jiyan)? Maybe it was written this way, but wasn’t properly done? Idk..

This is going to be long, bear with me…

Geshu fought the battle and was almost winning, and he has lost too many people to back off. And in his “conversation” with Jiyan, he did also highlighted that backing down and running away will not do justice to all those lives he carried behind his back. It’s true, when it’s war, if you decide to back down knowing you could’ve won, you have nothing to explain to those who have lost their lives in previous battles. Geshu Lin carried all those lives with him, and in his knowledge, the retroact rain’s effect was relatively unknown to him, and his arrogance or overconfidence may have resulted in him disregarding the significance and danger of the unknown. And Geshu Lin was born a warrior, fighting to win battles also means sacrifices have to be made, and therefore his actions reflected his values.

On the other hand, Jiyan was born a medic. His values revolved around saving lives, and the purpose of winning certain battles is to ensure better lives for his people. So if a war caused too many sacrifices, is that war still considered a win for his people? And so with his knowledge and his instincts on the catastrophe that may happen due to the retroact rain, with no Geshu Lin in sight, he made the choice to save as many people as he can by ordering a retreat. I believe at that point, he has no intention to override Geshu Lin’s authority or to made Geshu Lin the “bad guy”, but solely to save the people left to save before they all perished.

But the society (Jinzhou citizens) will need someone to blame. This is the reflection of how humans are like. When loss is too big and incomprehensible, the tendencies to blame become prevalent. In that situation, without knowing all sorts of context, Geshu Lin led to the death of the people and Jiyan was the one who ensured lives saved. Jiyan naturally became the hero and Geshu Lin the villain.

I don’t believe that Jiyan personally wanted to reprimand Geshu Lin or try to taint his reputation so it can make his “promotion” to General more believable. Yes he did not agree with Geshu Lin’s ideals, but I don’t think the whole “Geshu Lin was the cause of this tragedy” talk was started by him. It was the people who needed a hero and someone to blame during the difficult times. Then he was chosen to be General, and when you get to a position like that, confiding in people to tell them how you truly feel becomes a luxury because people start to rely on you and in order for them to respect you and able to lead an army, you have to be composed, and mask all forms of doubts.

When Rover came as prophesised, Jiyan was seen having a “conversation” with Geshu Lin before the war, and Jiyan was mostly quiet on his part. You can sense his doubts manifesting as he is about to make the exact same decision Geshu Lin made years ago, and he questions himself. But then again, Jiyan was flamed incredibly cuz of the irony that he did in fact made the same decision Geshu Lin did, but Jiyan was in the luxury to make that decision knowing what he knew, and having Rover by his side made the odds significantly better. And this was what made the fans/anti-fans so bitter about Jiyan because this was pure hypocrisy at play, especially it made Jiyan looked weak cuz everyone knew the outcome may have been the same as years ago if Rover was not present. But that’s the thing, if Rover was absent, I don’t think Jiyan would’ve made the decision he made.

The tragedy was that Geshu Lin was too quick to be burnt on the stake by people who were desperate to find closure. And the situation Geshu Lin was in, made this grey in the sense that no one truly knew what happened at the war zone and Geshu Lin did not have everything that the people know now about the Retroact rain and Rover to made the war of his time a success. Jiyan has that, that was his luck. But how does one blame Jiyan for that? After all, luck is an also huge component of strength. And probably (just a speculation) - the irony of Jiyan making the same decision as Geshu Lin may be a foreshadowing of Geshu Lin’s return to mock the hypocrisy of the entire ordeal, including the people who blamed him.

The whole situation where Geshu Lin was strongly blamed as the villain and Jiyan was depicted as the hero and the best person ever was so overly exaggerated, I don’t think this was what Jiyan meant for to happen. And I know a lot of people say that “well but Jiyan took all those compliments bla bla”. But he was promoted to general though, he cannot just come out and disregard what people said about him because he needed these people’s vote of confidence, and during those dark times, he is in no position to show any form of doubts. But it doesn’t mean that he didn’t mourn the loss of respect and reputation of Geshu Lin when he’s alone.

I’m upset Jiyan got too much hate for this. This was a perfect depiction of how complex humans are and how things cannot be black and white. It’s so nuance that I’m not sure if I properly explained it in words.

Then again, I really like Jiyan’s character, although I have the admit, the writing was terribly done, which may have caused so much backlash cuz of all the unsaid things. I felt that with a little bit more of explanation on the plot and Jiyan’s thought process would’ve significantly helped with Jiyan’s character building. Now Geshu Lin is so well loved cuz everyone felt that Jiyan stole all that belonged to him. I wouldn’t say Geshu Lin was entirely innocent despite the fault of the people who were quick to blame him, but that’s for another day.

Again, there isn’t a perfectly evil person, just like there isn’t a perfectly good person. People are complicated and one action does not justify the other.

[faggyv4mpire]

how i say hi to a person:

hi nice to meet you...

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[rat-rosemary]

i need you to stay the fuck away from qt and that situation, if you outright acknowledge you shouldn't compare traumatic shit and then try to do it anyway that makes you shitty. i do not give a fuck about any of these people but you need to sort your tags or something because this echo chamber isn't working and no one outside of dream stans cares or wants to read this

Okay cool, I'm just going to say this,what Qt went through is literally a nightmare and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but you're kinda proving my point right now

If someone made a skit with Qt's trauma and tried to claim it had nothing to do with it it would be a huge dick move right? Especially if they used an event that was directly related to a bad event and then tried to claim it was completely disconnected

The same thing is happening to Dream,because belive it or not, having someone threaten to rape your little sister is an traumatic event

[goldenboydisaster]

I don’t know if this will be ✨ controversial ✨ in anyway but I got some stuff to say about g13

Namely about the incel and evil stuff I’ve seen said

Let’s be real, he’s not either of those things

I get the cast and stuff have been calling him an incel just cause he’s greasy and good with computers but I’ve seen people comparing him to biz glitterdew from FH and quite frankly g13 is just an asshole and he’s definitely no where near as bad or gross as biz was

And sure I can see an argument for evil like “ohh he was hacking Usha” and “he’s was taking her over ohh how terrible and evil of him” but like

It’s his body? Personally I feel he kinda has a right to try to take it back after being forcibly shunted out so an old woman could take it over?

I mean if you had been living your life, it’s fake but you think it’s real and someone you refuse to acknowledge you care about is in danger and suddenly and without warning your removed from your body and an ancient woman fills it and immediately starts fucking stuff up for you

And I know I’m not touching on the whole “I want people” thing but I’m to tired when typing this and also this is a comedy show so like nothing actually matters lol this is literally just my two cents on the matter so take it all with a grain of salt

[kinkleydiaz]

I wanted to spread some good vibes in the fandom, so what are five cute headcanons you have about BuckTommy or Tommy? 🥰 And if you want to, send an ask like this to someone else.

oh, i love this!

1. since tommy is really good with cars, he loves to take care of buck's jeep. years from now, the jeep is still pretty good because of all tommy's done over the years, so they give it to their kid like maddie gave hers to buck.

2. this one is controversial, but they don't call each other "baby" all the time lol tommy only calls buck baby when his frustrated like "evan, baby, i already told you..." and buck only calls tommy baby when it's a dangerous situation.

3. speaking of dangerous situation, if they can't see each other after shift, they always make sure to text so the other knows they got home okay. after all that's happened to buck, tommy is a little paranoid.

4. buck had maddie to take care of him and teach him stuff when he was a kid, but tommy didn't have anyone that could make his experience living with his parents any better. so when buck finds out that he never had some basic childhood experiences, like learning how to ride a bike or something, he makes it his mission to make that happen.

5. when chris comes back from texas, they make it a tradition to have a diaz-buckley-kinard movie nights, so buck and eddie can judge chris and tommy's movie opinions.

[thewertsearch]

TT: You mentioned immortality. TT: Godhood makes one immortal? […] One will live forever, unless killed. The death must be either heroic or just. TT: How are those terms defined? Broadly, mysteriously, and according to the case of the individual. One may be killed by opposing a corrupt adversary and die for a just cause, as through martyrdom, for instance. This would be heroic. Or one may be subject to corruption, and slain by a hero. This would be just.

Heroic Players can die fighting 'corrupt adversaries', whereas Just Players can be 'corrupted', and 'slain by a hero'. There's a clear dichotomy here, wherein 'corrupt' God Tiers are particularly vulnerable to self-sacrificing God Tiers, and vice-versa.

I like it. It's a very mythological way for immortality to work, and it gels well with Sburb's fantasy narrative. Rose's alliance with the Horrorterrors probably marks her as corrupted, so God Tier ascension probably wouldn't grant her true immortality.

The concept is fascinatingly ambiguous, too. Morality is a controversial subject at the best of times, and allowing Sburb to judge the ethics of a Player's actions could get very tricky, very fast. There's no doubt in my mind that Sburb and I disagree vehemently about what constitutes a just cause, and I'm sure I'm not the only one.

TT: Which sort of death will you have when I destroy the sun? Neither. I'm not a god. I'm a guardian, a servant, and a weapon. I have power and knowledge far surpassing a god. But I am not one.

First Guardians are considered far more powerful than God Tiers, then. Aradia was able to get the drop on Jack, but Jack's really just a Kernelsprite imitation of a First Guardian. Scratch is far more threatening, especially since his brain isn't scrambled by dog memories.

...that said, his brain might be a little scrambled by whatever was in that HONK code. Who knows what Alt-Gamzee was cooking there.

My master can't enter this universe until I am killed. […] TT: That almost sounds like martyrdom. Are you sure it won't be a hero's death? Quite sure. My master is a very evil man. TT: Who is he? I won't tell you his name. But he goes by the title, Lord English.

About bloody time. This guy’s been sneaking around the back of the story for over two thousand pages, and it sounds like we're finally going to shed some light on this mysterious adversary.

But you must decide which objective is more important. You may decide to attempt to destroy the sun and end my life. This will neutralize Jack, who is also much more powerful and dangerous than myself by virtue of the ring he wears in addition to drawing energy from the same sun as I. He poses a significant threat to reality.

I'm still skeptical about this assertion. What could Jack's other kernels possibly offer that his First Guardian powers don't render obsolete?

Anyway - even if Jack does have better numbers, Scratch is still far more dangerous by virtue of the mind he wields.

TT: But in the process of killing him and you, I release your master, who is just as deadly? He's more deadly. But the danger he poses is sanctioned by paradox space. It is a known quantity. His very existence in a universe will mean it will inevitably be torn apart. But there are rules to his entry, and his grim procession through paradox space is rather orderly. The present equilibrium has accounted for him, and will continue to.

I did wonder if English was part of Paradox Space's natural ecosystem, charged with destroying old universes in much the same way Sburb destroys planets.

Even if he is part of Skaia's ineffable plan, I don't think that should stop us from ending his sorry ass. We might not understand English's motivations, but we do know that his plans destroy anyone unfortunate enough share his plane of reality, and countless lives have already been ruined in Scratch’s quest to bring him out. I don't really care if Paradox Space sanctions his actions - he needs to be taken down, and if that upsets the natural order, then it's time for a new natural order.

Besides, we probably don't even need to destroy the Sun to stop Jack. We have plenty of other angles to work, from exploiting his psychological weaknesses to negotiating with his slightly more reasonable deputy. Additionally, Jadesprite won't be out of action forever, and Jack can't even harm Jadesprite, due to the aforementioned psychological weaknesses. Even if she's inherited Bec's 'don't fight Agents' programing, that doesn't stop her from simply stealing his Ring. She's done it before.

Jack however is a loose cannon. He will not stop until he destroys everything he encounters.

Yeah - to be honest, Scratch, I'm starting to think you're laying it on a little thick, here. Is Jack really the omniversal 'threat to reality' that you're making him out to be?

Let's not get it twisted - I have no trouble believing that he's dangerous to individual sessions. But does he really have the juice to wreak cosmic destruction on the scale of Lord English? His battery is only as strong as a couple of universes, and he has to share it with every other First Guardian in the cosmos.

Plus, the kids can't be the only Players in the multiverse to accidently prototype a First Guardian. I'm sure it's rare, but it can't be once-in-all-the-worlds rare. There should be plenty of other rogue First Guardians floating around Paradox Space - and if they're all enormous threats to reality, then reality should already have been destroyed.

In conclusion: No, Doc. I don't think Jack Noir is an English-tier threat. And for the record, I think there's a much more dangerous First Guardian in this equation than the Sovereign Slayer.

[shaunamilfman]

you look like my next mistake

summary: A series of encounters you have with your friend's mother, Shauna Shipman, over spring break. A/N: im aware the age gap is controversial. live laugh love milf shauna, however.

Without fail you always seem to be loudest when you’re trying to be quiet. Here you are, in Callie’s kitchen in the dead of night, utterly convinced you’ve opened every cabinet except the one holding the glasses– just your luck. You finally find the right cabinet and grab the first glass you see, wincing guiltily when it makes a clinking sound against the glass next to it. You finally make your way to the sink to pour the world’s loudest glass of water, taking a well-deserved sip.

You whirl around as you hear a slight rattle behind you, followed by a swift whisper of metal on wood. The first thing you see is the gleaming edge of the knife, reflecting the soft glow of the streetlight back at you. The cold steel of the blade provides a sharp contrast to the otherwise warm and inviting atmosphere of the house, sending a chill down your spine as you struggle to take your eyes off it. 

It was strikingly sharp as if it wanted nothing more than to cut you open and see what spilled out. Your thoughts are a blur as you try to understand the reality of the situation, glass shattering at your feet as your hand shakes too hard to keep a firm grip on it. The sharp piercing noise echoes through the room, finally breaking an otherwise suffocating silence. 

You feel like the walls are closing in on you as you finally manage to tear your eyes away from the knife, focusing on the shadowy figure in front of you. You can just barely make out the edges of her in the dim light, deciding without a doubt that this wasn’t Callie playing a joke.

You make a pained noise as the lights suddenly flick on, blindingly bright to your senses. You furiously blink your eyes as you take her in– Oh, she's kinda…

“What are you doing in my house?” A gruff voice asks, looking surprisingly unphased.

“I'm– Callie,” You choke out, eyes wide as she brandishes the knife in your direction. This bitch was fucking serious: you think she might actually slit your throat in her kitchen. 

“Friend of Callie's. From college? She invited me over,” You're quick to add, hands held up placatingly as you try to look as unassuming as possible. 

Shauna lowers the knife slowly as she gives you a considering look. Still, her guard is up and you don't trust yourself to be able to outmaneuver her if she changes her mind. Every cell in your body is screaming at you that she's dangerous, even more so than pulling a knife on you would indicate. 

Oh god, you were going to be on dateline. You try frantically to remember if you’ve ever lit up a room, but Shauna quickly interrupts that line of thought.

“Callie didn't tell me anyone would be coming over,” Shauna comments, voice unassuming and softer than you thought possible. Her voice is like a siren call, utterly enthralling. You couldn't look away even if you tried. She was strangely alluring, even as she held your life in her hands. 

“I can see that,” You say dryly, speaking faster than you can think. You close your eyes with a wince, regretting the words the second they leave your mouth. Your eyes fly back open at the sound of a quiet snicker, catching her lip twitching ever so slightly upwards as she stares you down. Finally, she relaxes, placing the knife back in the block as she smiles like nothing ever happened. 

“A glass of water, was it?” She asks, walking towards the cabinet and grabbing for what you presume to be a cup. 

“Yeah,” You choke out, heart racing through your chest as you watch her move easily around the kitchen. Your hands still shake faintly, breathing speeding up whenever she steps near a sharp object. You have the sudden urge to get the fuck out of there, nearly taking a step forward when she suddenly speaks up.

“Stop,” Shauna commands, catching you off guard as you flinch backward into the counter. You freeze, eyes wide with shock and confusion as you look at her. She glances pointedly at the shattered glass cup at your feet. You nodded sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed at the intensity of your fear.

“You’ll cut yourself,” She chides gently, stepping out of the room to grab a broom. You feel oddly guilty about making her clean up after you, despite knowing that it was mostly her fault for drawing the knife on you in the first place. You think anyone would react badly to finding a stranger in their kitchen at 3 AM.

Would anyone threaten them at knifepoint? A voice in the back of your head says, but you steadfastly ignore that as she walks back in.

You stand ramrod straight as she sweeps the broken glass away from your feet, humming quietly under her breath. What was this woman's deal? The sudden change in her demeanor was disconcerting, and the humming was starting to freak you out.

You stumble a few steps away as Shauna finishes cleaning up the glass, watching curiously as she fills up the glass she’d grabbed with water. She takes a few steps closer as if to hand it to you.

“I–I’m not thirsty,” You say quietly, edging your way around the kitchen in order to not turn your back on her.

She rolls her eyes, holding the cup out insistently. “You came all the way out here for it, obviously you were thirsty.”

You shake your head nervously, giving her a panicked smile. “No, really I’m not–”

“Drink,” She interrupts firmly.

“Okay,” You squeak out, grabbing the glass and downing it as quickly as you can– somehow your throat feels dryer than ever. You set the glass on the table and quickly back out of the room, pausing as you hear her pointedly clear her throat. There’s an expectant look on her face but for the life of you, you can’t figure out what she actually wants.

“Thank you,” Shauna says slowly as if talking to a child.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” You say quickly, wanting nothing more than to get out of here. Her nose wrinkles in distaste as she shakes her head.

“Shauna,” She says after a moment, giving you a quick once over.

“Thank you, Shauna,” You repeat, finally fleeing the kitchen back to Callie’s room. 

You shut the door as quietly as you can, leaning your back against the door as you try to get a hold of your racing heart, You can hear quiet footsteps padding down the hall, stopping for a moment just outside the door, before picking up again as Shauna shuts the door to her own room. You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that the moment’s finally ended. If asked you couldn’t say what exactly it was about her that made you feel so uneasy, but something about Shauna Shipman just didn’t seem…right.

…

When your counselor advised you to add a minor in your last year she went on and on about how good it would look on your resume. What she conveniently forgot to mention was the only time slot for the required class was at 8:30 AM. After begrudgingly dragging yourself to a lecture hall at a time that was frankly criminal, you're absolutely dismayed to realize your professor is defining the scientific method. As if having to take an intro course as a senior wasn’t embarrassing enough, introducing yourself to your freshman lab partner certainly sent it over the edge.

That wasn’t an entirely fair assessment, as you had grown to quite like Callie over time. Her standoffish demeanor had a certain charm to it, something that you quite enjoyed in a person. Still, the first time you'd missed class she'd quietly emailed you a copy of the day's notes without even being asked. It was a pleasant surprise: you hadn't even realized she knew where you usually sat. You'd noticed with no small amount of amusement that they weren't her notes– the handwriting certainly didn't match her lab reports– but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. 

Thus began a fairly unlikely friendship. You ended up being the mom friend more often than you were comfortable with, but you figured that sort of thing was probably inevitable given the age gap between you. Besides, Callie was impulsive enough for both of you; There was no need to add to it. You swore you spent more time trying to talk Callie out of adding random chemicals to “see what happened” than you spent actually conducting the experiments. You swore you were going to let Callie blow herself up the next time she called you old and decrepit, however. 

You’d gathered from a few rather stilted mentions of home that she didn’t get along too well with her mom, especially after her dad had gone missing a few years back. So, it probably shouldn’t have come as such a surprise when she tried blackmailing you into coming home with her for spring break after she realized you had no plans. You’d appreciated the attempt, even as pathetic as it seemed, but you weren’t about to humor it. 

She’d seemed so defeated when you called her bluff that you eventually agreed to go as a favor. You’d tell anyone who mentioned it that it was for the promise of free food, but you knew deep down it was because of how sad she seemed as she looked up at you with her teary blue eyes. Almost immediately afterward you realized that she was manipulating you, but then it felt too late to retract the offer.

Besides, you liked Callie well enough and you doubted her mom could be that bad, right?

…

After your third failed attempt at waking Callie up, one that had ended with her smacking you with a pillow so hard you fell off the bed, you finally decided to venture out into the living room by yourself. You were pretty nervous at the idea of running into Shauna out there, given that her living room was a likely place for her to be, but you’d finally gotten hungry enough that you were willing to risk it. Leave it to Callie to sleep past 2 PM when you’d been threatened at knifepoint in her kitchen the night before.

Shauna gives you an awkward smile as you walk into the room, not looking like she cares if it seems fake along the edges. It wasn't your fault that Callie had apparently invited you home without telling her, but it seems as if she couldn’t help herself from holding it against you anyway.

“Hey,” She says gruffly in greeting, focusing her attention back on the book she was reading. 

“Hey,” You murmur stiffly, quickly passing through the living room to get to the kitchen. You keep yourself busy making the world’s slowest sandwich, carefully placing every topping to buy yourself as much time as possible. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand, but you could feel Shauna’s eyes on you as she glanced up from her book far more frequently than necessary. The tension in the room seems palpable, and it makes your heart race for more reasons than one.

You wince at the sudden sound of a page tearing partially as Shauna roughly turns a page, quickly looking down as you avoid eye contact. Shauna closes her book with a sigh, finally standing up and walking toward you. She leans against the doorframe while keeping her eyes fixed firmly on you. She watches you for a long moment, and you get the strange feeling that she's sizing you up. You get a sudden urge to stand up straighter, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to seem bigger. Her lips curl at the edges as she takes you in, the movement certainly not escaping her gaze. The silence stretches on uncomfortably between you until finally she speaks.

“So… How did you and Callie meet?” She asks, attempting a casual tone that doesn’t quite fit her. You appreciate the gesture as futile as it may be. There’s something inherently intimidating about her, even when she’s trying to appear nonchalant.

You clear your throat softly before you speak, “She’s my lab partner. We’re kind of friends, I guess.”

You grin sheepishly, rubbing at the back of your head and you cross the room to put up what you’ve grabbed from the fridge. “She’s really cool once you get to know her, you know?”

“Sounds like Callie,” She comments with a fond smile, casting you a sharp glance after a moment. “Lab partners? You don’t look like a freshman.”

“Oh, no. Just a schedule thing,” You murmur awkwardly. “I’m graduating this semester, actually.”

“A senior, then?” She asks. You nod hesitantly, a little uneasy with the direction of the conversation. 

“A little old to be hanging around Callie, don’t you think? I hope you aren’t getting too close…” She trails off, voice laced with warning. If you didn’t know better you’d think she was just trying to protect Callie, but a confusing hint of jealousy underlines the whole interaction.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that,” You rush to say, surprise coloring your voice. “We’re just friends.”

Your response elicits a scoff from Shauna, arms crossing against her chest defensively as she stares you down. “Friends, huh?” She repeats skeptically, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“No, I’ve never– I mean Callie’s a little young for–” You fall over yourself trying to explain your feelings in a way that doesn’t seem insulting, even if you’re a little unsure of how the conversation got here in the first place. You finally settle on “I mean she’s very pretty, but I don't think of her like that.”

Shauna’s lips twitch, fighting a smirk as you fumble over your explanation. She visibly relaxes as her guard seems to drop a little, shifting her weight as she pushes away from the doorframe. She hums in understanding, seeming to mull it over before saying, “Well, she certainly inherited some good genes from me,” with a hint of playfulness you’d previously not thought she was capable of. 

“That she did,” You say, not quite meaning to say it aloud.

You can't help but acknowledge that she's pretty cute when she isn't brandishing a knife at you– she's hot then– as you watch a faint smile grace her lips. There’s a thoughtful quality to her smile that unnerves you; Even as you walk past her to take a seat at the end of the table you feel like she’s deliberating on something, carefully weighing all of her options as she sits down next to you.

She inhales sharply as your leg brushes accidentally against yours, clearing her throat as she purposefully brushes her thigh against yours again. Your eyes widen as you glance away, taking a bite of your sandwich just to have something to do with your hands. The feeling of her leg pressing against yours is more intense than you’d ever imagined it could be. 

This… This wasn’t how you saw your spring break going. You think you might blow up your friendship with Callie over this, an idea that makes you sadder than you thought it would. Still, you’re not sure you could find it in yourself to regret it. Shauna’s fingers drum idly against the tabletop, betraying a nervousness you hadn’t realized was present beneath her otherwise composed exterior.

“Do you like all your classes, then?” She asks conversationally, not seeming all that concerned with the answer

You shrug noncommittally. “I’m just glad to almost be done.”

“That’s right,” Shauna says, nudging your leg again. “You’re almost finished, aren’t you?”

“Prefer to look at things one week at a time, I guess. It’s my last break from school so I’m focused on enjoying that right now, honestly.”

“Maybe we could… hang out. While Callie’s sleeping of course,” She suggests, seemingly out of nowhere. A long pause stretches between you, the silence filled with possibility.

“...I think I’d like that, Shauna.”

You almost choke on your food as a hand abruptly makes its way to your thigh, squeezing firmly. Your breath catches as you see the intent look on her face as she watches for your reaction. You nod slowly before glancing down, watching as her hand slowly ventures up your leg. You jump apart as you hear a door slamming shut, pulling away at the sound of footsteps padding down the hall.

Callie calls out your name in question as she peeks her head into the living room, a surprised look on her face as she sees you sitting with her mom. They share a look that you don’t recognize, a silent argument ensuing that you can’t quite make out. Callie finally scoffs and throws her arms up in irritation, walking across the room as she sits down next to you. The two of them glare at each other from across the table, with you sitting awkwardly between them.

Callie grabs the sandwich off your plate, taking a bite out of it before dropping it back on your plate with a crooked grin. You glare over at her as you reach out and quickly flick at her arm, stifling your grin at her cry of pain as you finally eat your well-deserved sandwich.

You listen awkwardly as the two of them bicker in front of you about your presence, trying to be too put out about the whole thing. You really wish they had waited until you weren’t in the room to go down that particular avenue of conversation, but it seems par for the course as far as this trip had gone. You almost miss the feeling of your cramped dorm room as Callie’s voice starts to rise. Shauna snaps something back that finally quiets Callie, glancing curiously between them as you finally tune back into the conversation.

Shauna has a smug look on her face as Callie glares solemnly at the table, eyes shooting daggers as a scuff in the finish. Maybe it would have been better had you gone to your own house: you’re starting to think that even dinner with your extended family would be more peaceful than this.

You send Callie a pleading look as she finally lifts her head up, her expression softening when she sees the look of desperation on your face. Callie stands up abruptly, carrying your plate over to the sink and then walking off to her room. You watch hopelessly after her long after the doors closed, mourning your escape route as she leaves you to the wolves.

Shauna leans her head on her hand as she leans forward about to say something before Callie walks back out of her room, thankfully fully dressed. She waves her car keys at you with a grin, and you spare no time to make your exit. You hesitate as Shauna calls out a farewell, quietly returning the gesture. You sneak a look back at her to find her staring directly back at you, a smirk gracing her lips and her head tilted in a silent question. You scurry back out of the room after an impatient-sounding Callie as she calls your name in an irritated voice.

…

You scroll aimlessly through your phone as you lay back on the couch, noting absentmindedly that the waters stopped running. You weren’t quite sure why Shauna wouldn’t take a shower in the master bathroom instead, but at the end of the day, it was her house. Still, it left you awkwardly waiting around in your pajamas until she was done with the shower. You didn’t even bother to look up from your phone as the door opened, content to wait until she’d made her way back to her room.

As the sight of wet skin fills your peripheral vision you quickly realize that Shauna’s made that decision for you. You drop your phone on your face out of shock, wincing as you fumble to turn the screen off. There are so many places to look at, and so few of them are appropriate to stare at. She’s got a thin towel wrapped around her that did little to hide her body underneath it, a slip of a thing that barely reached her mid-thighs. Your eyes linger on her thigh, just a hint of skin peeking through where the towel doesn’t quite meet. You follow the seam up, lingering on her hips for a moment before reaching her eyes.

Your smile is strained as you look up at her, far too focused on resisting the urge to follow the path of the water droplets trickling down between her breasts and disappearing beneath the edge of the towel. Each droplet becomes a fleeting torture, almost begging to be followed by your mouth as it drips down glistening skin. There was a fragile tension between the two of you, but you weren’t sure how willing Shauna was to break it even as she continued to dance around the edge of propriety. It wouldn’t do to be accused of perving on your friend’s mother on your second day there, even if the idea was so damn tempting.

“Just wanted to let you know the shower was free,” She comments, the smug lift of her mouth the only clue that she knows what she’s doing. 

“Thanks,” You mutter, staring up at the ceiling as you recline back against the couch. 

Maybe if you just pretend she isn't there… 

“Are you feeling okay?” She asks softly, making you squirm with guilt until– “It's just, you look a little flushed, is all.”

“Fine,” You say stiffly, eyes shut tightly lest you sneak a glance at Shauna's legs now that she's stepped closer. 

She makes a muffled noise that borders on a laugh. It probably is a laugh, but it gives her just enough leeway to maintain her air of innocence. She presses the back of her hand against your forehead, humming in feigned concern. “You seem a little hot,” She comments amusedly.

You groan, rolling away to bury your face into the couch cushions as you hide from view. You ignore the sound of her snickering all the way back to her room, quickly darting towards the shower the second her door closes. 

What a mess.

…

“This is a mistake,” You murmur, panting as you rest your arms on her shoulders. Shauna's heavy breaths against your ear are more enticing than you'd feared they'd be. 

“Probably,” Shauna agrees, her voice low and breathless. She huffs a quiet laugh against your ear, wrapping her arms tighter around you as her lips brush your neck. “I want you so bad.”

You inhale shakily, peeling her away from you to get a good look at her. You need the distance just to think, not trusting yourself to make decisions while her lips are attached to your neck. She sighs 

“We could stop,” Shauna offers, a hint of a smirk on her face as she stares down at you. 

She knows damn well you're not going to stop. You say as much and she just grins, a light look in her eyes as she shakes her head.

“Is that supposed to be my fault?” She asks. You glance down knowingly, eyes lingering on the exposed skin where her flannel has been unbuttoned, before meeting her eyes again. Shauna huffs a quiet laugh, shrugging her flannel off with a pleased look on her face as your eyes unconsciously follow the motion. 

“She'd be so upset if she found out,” You protest, with no real conviction behind the words. You just figure someone should probably acknowledge it aloud. 

Her lips meet your face, tracing a trail on your jaw as she makes an understanding noise. “Mm. I know,” She breathes out between kisses, pulling away as warm breath meets your ear. “But you taste so good.”

Her eyes meet yours, challenging and intense. She leaves the decision up to you but makes sure you'll have to look at her as you make it. You glance down, uncomfortable with the intensity of the moment but that doesn't persuade her. All she does is lean forward, filling the entirety of your vision as she gently holds your chin. 

Even knowing it was wrong, knowing how much it would hurt Callie, you still pull her closer for another kiss. Unable to deprive yourself of her for too long at a time. How could you turn down what was oh so freely offered? 

You get lost in each other for a long while, only shooting apart when Callie's door suddenly sounds down the hall. You stand up quickly, glancing into her vanity as you quickly unruffle your hair to the best of your ability. 

You stand in the doorway as you debate the option of abandoning Callie altogether as Shauna looks up at you from the bed, lounging back and propped up on her elbows with a smirk firmly in place. You can tell how much she loves the attention, almost squirming as your attention lingers on her bare chest. She looks you directly in the eyes as her hand starts playing with the button on her jeans, finally motivating you to get back to Callie before you do something you regret. 

… 

“This is a mistake,” You protest, mumbling the words in between kisses. You chase her mouth every time she pulls away despite yourself.

Shauna moans, tilting her head back to give you better access to her neck. “You said that last time,” She comments lightly, her hips rocking slowly against you in an enticing motion. Not that she needs it. She's enticing enough by herself: you'd follow her to the ends of the Earth if it earned you an amused twitch of her lip. 

You'd certainly betray your friend's trust for her, fucking her mom just two doors down from her own bedroom. You table the thought, quietly reassuring yourself that your friendship probably would have ended when you graduated in a few weeks anyway. 

“It was a mistake last time too, ” You mutter. Shauna lets out a breathy chuckle, resembling more of an amused sigh than anything else. 

When Callie had asked you if you wanted to go hang out with her and her friends today you had just rolled your eyes and joked that you didn’t feel like babysitting, knowing full well what you were planning to do with the empty house. The guilt you’d felt only grew when Callie sheepishly apologized for abandoning you all week, citing the weird relationship she had with her mom as she idly scraped at the dirt with the toe of her shoe while refusing to make eye contact.

“Maybe you should stop talking,” Shauna whispers, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. 

“Make me?” Shauna’s grin in response is absolutely wicked, and you almost regret saying it.

Almost.

… 

The scent of her perfume surrounds you, face buried in her neck as she traces nonsensical shapes on your back. It’s so warm where you're pressed together that you consider moving away, but decide quickly you’d rather sweat than put any distance between you. As if she could sense the direction of your thoughts she pulls you flush against her, fingers carding gently through your hair as she presses a kiss against the top of your head.

The two of you lay in silence, but you can sense an air of unease on Shauna's end. You know she wants to speak by her nervous shifting next to you, but she seems to struggle over exactly what she wants to say. “So,” She starts, clearing her throat. “That thing you were talking to Callie about the other day?”

You glance up at her and she must see the confusion on your face as she clarifies, “Your roommate?” 

Ah. Okay. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion at the question: You hadn't remembered Shauna being in the room for that one. Whatever. You wouldn't put spying on you past her. It was strangely thrilling. 

You're happy to retell the story, listening to Shauna's soft laughter whenever you get particularly incensed. She continues to ask probing questions which remind you uncomfortably of speaking to your relatives at Thanksgiving, all “How's school?” and “What do you want to do after you graduate?”, but it was endearing that she'd at least try. 

She interjects a story every now and then whenever it relates to the topic at hand, but she seems more than content to let you lead the conversation. The only personal information she really offers up is about her relationship with Callie's father, and even that was surface level. You wonder idly why she'd marry such a loser, but you figure that you're evidence enough that Shauna doesn't tend to make good decisions. 

Still, it was nicer than you thought it would be. Admittedly the two of you hadn't done that much talking during the time you've spent together; Understandable given the nature of your relationship. You found yourself more smitten with her than you thought you'd be, silently mourning the end of your time together when you had to head back to school in a few days. 

…

You grin as your phone vibrates, letting your pencil fall to your desk as you lean over to check your messages. Glancing at your lock screen you eagerly fumble to get your fingerprint read as soon as you see that it’s from Shauna.

I heard you failed your exam. LOL ??? Lots of Love. Callie told me about it.

You sigh.