#this made me smad.

[kyousei-a]

     @frcstie​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: “You’re lying. You’re fucking lying!” Sanemi screams. He sounds like a child, crying over some toy he wasn’t allowed to get. But, it’s not that. He’s staring at his little brother, or what is said to be him. “My fucking brother died! With the rest of ‘em.” The rest of his family, all dead because of his quirk. “You sayin’ you’re him? I’ll fucking kill you.” // unprompted

     ❝I-It’s me, ‘Nemi! I promise!❞ Genya cries out, stammered voice warbled slightly by the set of small speakers in his helmet.

     This was supposed to be a routine patrol in Snipe’s district, the end of Genya’s first year in Shiketsu Academy marked with his Provisional License and a short work study with a hero who could help him. — But such things never seem to go to plan around Genya.

     A commotion had gained his attention two streets over and it had been his duty to investigate as a Hero-in-Training. His arrival had sent him face to face with someone he hadn’t seen in close to ten years: his brother. Sanemi was covered in more scars than Genya could count now, the massive X spanning across his open chest a warning to anyone who dared to come closer, but he was still undoubtedly his Nemi.

     It’s understandable that Genya wouldn’t be recognized, not like this. He is covered head to toe in UV-blocking fabric, even his voice different from the decade they spent apart. Was this it? Was he going to lose Sanemi all over again? His hands shake in their gloves as he holds them out to show he meant to harm and had no weapons. Katana and twin shotguns sit at his lower back, guns loaded. He was somewhat aware of how Sanemi’s quirk worked, but that was so long ago. Was he quick enough to... Was he strong-willed enough to...?

     Shuddered exhale leaves him. His heart pounds in his chest so loudly it feels like the only thing he can hear. ❝I... I-I know, ‘Nemi...❞ What can he do? What, if anything, will Sanemi listen to now? ❝Your name is Shinazugawa Sanemi, and your birthday is November 29th. You have six siblings... Hiroshi, Sumi, Teiko, Koto, Shuya and... a-and me.❞

    Slowly his hands move to grip the sides of his helmet, each action he made deliberate and conscious to not further anger Sanemi. This was a risk, more than a risk. This was a death sentence for someone who can’t use their quirk in the daylight, the sun directly above him in the midst of afternoon. Helm is pulled off and dropped onto the asphalt with a clatter. He doesn’t even check to see if the visor cracked, though it sounds like it did.

     There. His face. This should convince him, right? He feels exposed in the sun, his hands still up in a way that left him defenseless if Sanemi decided to use that blade to his advantage. This had to work. He didn’t have any other options.

     ❝You... You have me! You have me still, ‘Nemi. Please listen. I’m not lying, I swear it!❞

[ice1074]

I am actually so mad at what they've done with the minecraft movie. It could've been so good, but instead they took an incredible game for all ages and made it... that.

Rant under the read more. Beware, it is Long.

Does anyone here know Songs of War? That's a movie length animation made using minecraft and it's amazing. That's the sort of thing I was hoping for if we ever got a minecraft movie, and instead we got this THING that looks like they didn't even try. Black Plasma Studios, or, as they're known now, Squared Media, is SO GOOD at minecraft animations and I'm just mad that an actual 'maker of movies' can't do something even half as good looking.

It DOES look like one of those hyperrealistic texture packs and I HATE IT. I've ALWAYS hated the looks of those because they completely miss the point. You can do so much with just the normal blocks, make incredible builds and landscapes without the need for realism. Minecraft is not meant to be realistic! It's a game made of blocks and you go through it all, exploring and learning how to survive in each new world you find yourself in. There's danger, yes, but also beauty and you can take that into your own hands to create whatever it is your heart desires. There is no one enemy either, Especially not the piglins! They are actually really helpful! There's a whole bartering system in place to make sure that you know they are friends! They don't want to take over the world, they turn into zombies almost as soon as they reach the overworld!

They could've gone either way: completely realistic, set in 'minecraft' but it's somewhere on earth and there's people and there's minecraft mechanics in a realistic setting, OR they could've gone all in on the animation with the blocks and avatars and all the minecrafty goodness. Instead, they decided to go in the middle, and it looks horrible to be quite frank. THE PEOPLE DO NOT FIT!! also why do the animals look like that. What did they do to them and why. I'm all for creative freedom, but also why and how did they decide this was a good idea. There's being creative, and then there's doing this. Reminds me of that DHMIS line - now let's all agree, to never be creative again!

I honestly enjoy the whole 'sucked into minecraft oh boy how are we going to get out? oop, now there's Danger' trope, but why did they do it like this? Everything looks hairy and weird and Wrong. Why are there circles in minecraft. that was a rumor back in like 2013. stop it.

They could've had it all. They could've done it so good that everyone would've been blown away and left like 'wow, that was amazing'. They could've put actual heart and soul into it and people who don't play would see that and go 'huh, maybe this game is worth checking out', and we could have new friends!

I know I'm talking like the movie's already out and I'm sorry, but I just can't find it in me to have any hope when the trailer looks like That.

I'm just. so mad rn

[toushindai]

does Nintendo know that their king of light canonically has some truly appalling unaddressed entitlement issues

[4kadhd]

I'm really curious on how the dialogue scenes look for dragonborn, since they dont have the same face rig as the other human looking races

[bullshit-bulltrue]

if these people actually listened to me, they would know that i'm right and to not say shit to me like i'm a fucking idiot

[maligknightsthorns]

[ Chocolate fountain ]

"Say, you're the lady who assisted me the other day, yes?"

Citrinne lightly waves her hand while approaching Camilla. Her other hand holds a small...no, large pile of cookies and pastries piled with melted chocolate.

"If I recall, I never truly paid you back for that trip. Normally, I'd have some jewels and necklaces that perfectly match your lovely demeanor...but for now, how about assisting me with this collection of confectionaries?"

"The fountain was so stunning and well...I fear my eyes were larger than my stomach. And it would be rude to dispose of them without consumption now."

She remarks on not wanting to consume much, yet her waving hand has already made for one of the plate's cookies...

Camilla gave the visitor a warm smile. "I assist many people dear, you may have to be more specific darling, I apologize..."

She raises an eyebrow at the mention of jewels and necklaces. She wasn't opposed, but she didn't want to be bought by such frivolous things... Especially if Citrinne believed it was the only way to gain kindness from her. That type of materialism was typical of her mother, she wanted no part of it.

However the offer of food is much more welcomed.

She makes room for Citrinne to sit down with a smile, reaching for one of the sweets. "You don't have to go through all that for me," She says with a smile. "My love and kindness isn't transactional. Though if you know of crafts men that make excellent jewelry I'd love to check them out with you and see if there's anything lovely I could get for my siblings or retainers."

[lordrandreaming]

Feeling Blue (don't worry about me im fine)

[mlynar-nearl]

jumpscared by a notification of being pinged in a post from fucking 2020

[multi-fandom-imagine]

|| Across The Spiderverse •Incorrect Quotes• ||

Miguel O’Hara: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Reader.: It was autocorrect.

Miguel O’Hara: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Reader.: Yes.

•

Miguel O’Hara: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Reader: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

•

Miguel O’Hara: Y/n, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Reader, naked in Miguel O’Hara's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Miguel O’Hara, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

•

Reader: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Peter B. Parker: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Reader: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Miguel O’Hara, on a walkie talkie: This is Miguel O’Hara, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

•

Peter B. Parker: This totally sucks, man.

Miguel O’Hara: This is horrible.

Peter B. Parker: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Miguel O’Hara: No, it’s not that, it’s Y/n.

Miguel O’Hara: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!

•

Reader: *yawns*

Miguel O’Hara: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Reader: Then you must be exhuasted.

Peter B. Parker: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

•

Peter B. Parker: We have a problem.

Miguel O’Hara: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Reader: Ha!

•

Miguel O’Hara: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Reader: Aren't you forgetting something?

Miguel O’Hara: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Reader's forehead before running out.*

Reader: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

•

Miguel O’Hara: I love you.

Reader, not paying attention: What was that?

Miguel O’Hara: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

•

Peter B. Parker: Is this your plan B?

Reader: Technically, this is plan P.

Peter B. Parker: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Reader: Yes, but I marry Miguel in plan M.

Miguel O’Hara: I like plan M.

•

Peter B. Parker: I didn't drink that much last night.

Miguel O’Hara: You were flirting with Y/n.

Peter B. Parker: So what? They're my partner.

Miguel O’Hara: You asked if they were single.

Miguel O’Hara: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

•

Reader: Would you like something to drink? *opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Miguel O’Hara: Spiders?

Reader: Spiders it is then.

Miguel O’Hara: No, that wasn't-

* But you were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*

•

Reader: I made tea.

Miguel O’Hara: I don’t want tea.

Reader: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Miguel O’Hara: Then why are you telling me?

Reader: It is a conversation starter.

Miguel O’Hara: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Reader: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

•

Reader: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Miguel O’Hara: I do have a sense of humor you know

Reader: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Miguel O’Hara: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

•

Reader: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Miguel O’Hara: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Peter B Parker: Smad.

•

Reader: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Miguel O’Hara: *turning to Peter* How tall are you?

•

Miles Morales: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Reader: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Peter B Parker: I got distracted about halfway through.

Miguel O’Hara: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

•

Reader: Yo is Miles sleeping or dead?

Miguel O’Hara: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Peter B Parker: Yeah, so did I.

Miles Morales: Okay first of all, fuck you-

•

Reader, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Miguel O’Hara, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Peter B Parker, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Miles Morales, trembling: What are we playing

•

Reader: Why is Miguel so sad?

Peter B Parker: They took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Reader: And...?

Miguel O’Hara: I got Miles Morales.

•

Reader: I think we're missing something.

Miguel O’Hara: Teamwork?

Peter B Parker: Cohesion?

Miles Morales: A general sense of what we’re doing?

•

Reader: I think Miles Morales was right.

Miguel O’Hara: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Peter B Parker: They wouldn't do that.

Miles Morales: You're right, Peter. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Miles Morales: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Miles Morales Told You So' on the back*

•

Reader: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Miguel O’Hara: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Peter B Parker: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

•

Reader: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Miguel O’Hara: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Peter Parker isn’t

•

Reader: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Miguel O’Hara: Wasn't Peter with you?

Peter B Parker: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

•

Reader: HELP! I TOLD PETER I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Miguel O’Hara, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

•

Reader: You look nice, I want to kiss you.

Miguel O’Hara: What?

Reader: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.

•

Reader: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Miguel O’Hara: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

•

Miguel : Y/n and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Reader: Sentences.

Miguel : Don't interrupt me.

•

Miguel: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Reader: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Miguel: No! Four to five seconds!

Reader: Too late!!!

•

Miguel: I'm so tough, I'm on alert even when there's no danger!

Reader: Miguel, that's PTSD.

[where-theres-smoak-2]

I was watching a reaction on YouTube to dune part 2 and when I looked at the comments section there were a few people saying that they didn't understand why chani was angry and felt betrayed at the end of the film, that she should have recognised that Paul's proposal was political and been OK with it. Honestly I was a bit flabbergasted because how do miss the point that badly, how do you get to the end of the movie and not understand why chani is so angry and why she feels betrayed by paul?

Like to me it's very obvious why she's rightly upset and heartbroken and it actually has little to do with paul proposing to irulan, like chani knows it's political and this isn't a jealousy thing, its what the action represents, that paul is making a play for more power. Throughout the film paul makes a series of statements or you could even call them promises that he then breaks.

The first is that he is not the mahdi and that he doesn't want to lead the fremen. He says this at least twice, the first time after his mother drinks the water of life and the second after he and chani make love. He then breaks this promise at the war council when he publicly declares himself the Lisan al gaib and says he will lead them to paradise, making himself their leader.

Speaking of when they made love, in that scene he also promised her that he would always be with her, as long as he breathed, then when he drank the water of life he risked her losing him, she went through that moment of grief and trauma when she thought he was dead. Also he couldn't guarantee before drinking the water that he would survive it, so understandably, she is angry about him taking that risk.

He also promised her that he didn't want power and then he grasped for power again and again, he took on the family atomic arsenal, he took control of the fremen fundamentalists, he made a grab for the throne of the Known Universe when he proposed to the Princess, this was the issue that chani had with paul proposing.

Finally he promised to be her equal. Right before their first kiss she tells him that here on arrakis they are equals and what they do is done for the benefit of all. His reply, his promise to her is that he would like to be her equal but come the end of the film he has placed himself in a position of power over her and her people as the Duke of Arrakis and as Emperor of the Known Universe. Not only that but by asking for the princess' hand he has placed a foreigner, another woman in a position of power and control over chani and her people. The cherry on top is that paul also then commits her people to a holy war that most definitely does not benefit them.

I think the fact that a few of these promises made were done at vulnerably open and emotional moments between them, their first kiss, after they've just made love, makes him breaking them even more painful for her. It's like it now taints those moments because now whenever she thinks back on those moments she'll be reminded of those promises he broke.

I think the situation is so much more complicated than just the man I love has proposed to another woman and now I'm smad and I think that was made really clear in the film. If a guy made you a series of promises and then broke everyone of them you'd be upset. If that same guy had found his way into your heart, if he knew how passionately you felt about your people and how much you hated this prophecy and then still embraced the role of prophet and used your people for his own gain, you'd be upset. Him proposing to another woman was the least of her concerns. Sadly I think the only promise paul does/will keep is the last one he makes her, that he'll love her as long as he breathes, but it's not enough.

And I'm saying all of this as a die hard paulxchani fan who hopes they somehow find their way back to each other.

[iliveinyourceiling65]

SoC incorrect quotes

part 7 :) I’m kinda getting tired of these so I’ll probably only make a couple more.

Kaz: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Inej: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Jesper: Smad.

Kaz: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Inej: Nope, absolutely not. Jesper: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Wylan: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Nina: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Matthias: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Kaz: Can I be frank with you guys? Nina: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Jesper: Can I still be Jesper? Inej: Shh, let Frank speak.

Kaz: Rules are made to be broken.  Inej: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.  Jesper: Uh, piñatas.  Wylan: Glow sticks.  Nina: Karate boards.  Matthias: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.  Kaz: Rules.  Inej:

Inej: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Kaz: I think you mean cards. Inej, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

Kaz: Time for plan G. Inej: Don’t you mean plan B? Kaz: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Jesper: What about plan D? Kaz: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Wylan: What about plan E? Kaz: I’m hoping not to use it. Nina dies in plan E. Matthias: I like plan E.

Inej: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder? Kaz: Stop romanticizing the past.

Nina: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.  Matthias: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

[mistyheart]

INCORRECT QUOTES (2)

featuring ✿ task force 141 x reader

notes: all these quotes were generated with @scatterpatter ‘s generator. Also, i can’t use the read more/keep reading feature because then everything under that text break disappears or bugs, anyone else has this problem?

Soap: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Ghost: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Reader: Smad.

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Gaz: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Ghost: ... Your what?

Gaz: My friends.

Price: Is he saying “friends”?

Soap: I think he’s being sarcastic.

Reader: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Gaz! All of your friends are in this room.

Gaz: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Gaz: What does 'take out' mean?

Soap: Food.

Reader: Dating

Price: Murder

Ghost: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Reader: Here's some advice

Soap: I didn't ask for any

Reader: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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Reader: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Price: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Reader:

Reader: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Reader: Hey Ghost can I get a sip of your water?

Ghost: It's not water.

Reader: Vodka, I like your style!

Ghost: It's vinegar.

Reader: Wh-Wha-

Ghost: It's vinegar, COWARD.

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Store Worker: Would a Mr. Price please come to the front desk?

Price, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Reader and Gaz

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Reader and Gaz, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Price: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me

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Soap: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Ghost: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Reader, who accidentally eavesdropped, calling someone on their phone: I don’t think I’m gonna need that telescope anymore.

[whohasthecards]

Injured and Alone

Jake ejects on a mission for a different deployment and gets injured, and since he's on assignment and his emergency contact is his immediate CO, Mav/Dagger Squad doesnt find out and stuff, and so they lose contact with him for a couple weeks as he recovers and Mav starts to get worried but hangman comes back in contact when Mav said he would do something abt it and he scolds hangman a bit but lets it go and hangman feels smad because Mav or the daggers didn't notice he was gone, the daggers didnt notice he was gone, and they didnt really care and he still has injuries and eventually he still hangs out but with walls, but then Ice founds out in one of the mission reports and mentions it to Mav like how's Jake, is his injuries gone? And Mav is like stitches!????? And goes on to dad Jake.

The stuff I wrote below is like a word vomit mess, I kinda want to add more to it, but here is what I have for now.

---

Jake muttered a curse as he hid behind the trees. His comms were not working properly. He could barely hear anything, and he was pretty sure the enemy was able to get into the comms. 

He was stuck on enemy territory, he was grounded, no plane, lacking supplies, he had to get out. He had to march to the nearest base or else he was done for.

He turned on his comms for one last message, “This is Hangman, I’m going dark.” Afterwards he crushed the comms and left covered in dirt as he marched forward.

—

It took days. He fought through the wilderness. Hid from enemy patrol. Eliminated–, fought against other soldiers.

There was so much blood.

—

He woke up to the sound of machines beeping around him, the smell of antiseptic in the air, and the feeling of a dry-fucking throat.

What does a guy gotta do to get some water around here?

He opened up his eyes and saw a button by his bed and slowly inched his hand forward to grab and press it. His limbs felt so heavy, must be the good meds.

But hey, at least he wasn’t handcuffed to the bed. That’s a good sign, right? Meant he wasn’t being a complete incoherent shit head, or that he wasn’t in the enemy’s hands. 

Yay, progress. 

—

“-- The Navy thanks you for your service Lieutenant Seresin,” Jake snapped back to attention as his current CO filled him in on what happened. The older man was just droning on and on, but his limbs still felt heavy and there was a constant ache in his body. At least he could still lay in his hospital bed. “We’ll do a debrief once you're discharged. However, there is one more thing before I leave, Lieutenant.” The admiral paused as if choosing his words carefully. “It is stated in your file that your emergency contact would automatically be your current CO, which is me at the moment, is there anyone you would like me to contact, son?”

Jake paused and thought back to his last posting with the Dagger Squad. How they started having group hangouts, meals, and sleepovers during their break, continued whenever one or more of them were on leave and hanging around Miramar. He thought about how he had to drag himself up to his apartment and clean his wounds, how that would take forever, and how nice it would be to have someone– No. Most of the Daggers were on deployment last time he checked, the ones who were on leave didn’t deserve to have to deal with him. Mav is a permanent instructor in Top Gun, now, they won’t have time for him.

They were all he had and they deserved better.

“No, sir.”

—

It took more than a week to get himself settled in on his dingy base housing. He was at medical, flew stateside, medical again, and all that fun stuff.

He sighed as he laid down on his freshly made bed. Everything ached, his stitches felt like they were being pulled apart, and he was pretty sure he had a headache coming in. Wonderful.

He decided to open his phone to see what he missed.

He wondered if anyone messaged him.

Not really. It seems like it’s been more than a week since someone actually messaged him. And when they did it was to respond to something he sent to them. The Daggers group chat was going strong though.

He shouldn’t be surprised, they don’t even know the mission he’s been through. They don’t even know he’s back on the west coast.

But by god did it hurt that not even one of them bothered to send something in his more than 2 weeks of radio silence.

(He knew he was being irrational, they were all adults with busy lives. Hell, one of them could have been through something like he just went through and he and the others wouldn’t know. Right?)

—

He hissed as he disinfected his stitches and wounds, slowly wrapping them up in bandages. It’s okay, he’d be faster at doing this in a couple of days.

—

He felt his stomach rumble as he stared at the boiling pot of pasta. He forgot to cook earlier, well he was too tired too, and his stomach was paying for it. Maybe he should have just shelled out money for that pizza. Heck, he forgot to buy some kind of fucking sauce for the damn thing.

He’s usually too stingy to Doordash shit, but with how fatigued he felt every time he had to move, he was considering ordering groceries to be delivered at his front step.

—

While he was curled up in bed, everything was aching, his head feeling light. He felt his phone ping and he opened up the Dagger’s groupchat seeing the group talk about something so fucking stupid. 

He couldn’t help himself.

He roasted the shit out of them.

His phone was bombarded with notifications as his squad digitally squawked back in offense.

He smiled and put his phone down, for a minute he felt normal.

—

He wasn’t physically cleared for active duty, or to fly yet. He had to go through PT, training, counseling, evaluations, bla bla bla, the whole nine yards.

It was a pain, he missed being behind a stick. Missed being fast and bursting through the clouds and just watching the sky change colors.

Instead, he had to keep his feet on the ground as he went through fucking paperwork at Top Gun.

He gets surrounded by cocky-ass rookies, but he can’t school them.

It was horrible.

He looked up when he heard a knock at his door. “Hey, kid, heard we got a new Lieutenant coming to assist on base, didn’t think it was you, buddy,” Mav said smiling gently from where he leaned on Hangman’s door frame. “When did you get here?”

Hangman smirked back on the older man, slowly leaning back on his chair as he hid a wince from his stitches pulling. “Today's my third first day back at Top Gun, pops, just doing some paperwork.”

“Surprised you’re not out there flying, scared to lose to these rookies,” Mav teased sitting in front of his desk.

“Please Mav, I’m not like you, I’m here to be a good boy and not steal any multi-millionaire jets,” Hangman smirked. “At the moment at least.” Hangman said, flicking his toothpick to the side.

Maverick huffed out a laugh, “How was your last deployment, kid? I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” Mav said, face turning serious. “Did something-?”

Hangman felt his heart clench, this is what he wanted, right? For the others to care, to notice, but why does it feel so wrong to admit-?

“Nah, Cap, I’m good, too good to be true in fact that I’m back here, now,” Hangman said leaning forward in his desk and giving Mav a disarming wink.

Mav gave him a once over, before sighing and shaking his head as he stood up. 

“Come over for dinner on Friday, some of the others are still on deployment or with their families. Heck, Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, and Bradley are on a road trip right now, they left a couple days ago, if they knew you were here they would have waited a while for you to come with them or something,” Mav said.

Jake shrugged, he knew about the road trip. He’s been back stateside for more than a week. His body would kill him if he came, though.

“Nah, it’s fine, pops, they probably already got it planned out, anyways, plus,” Hangman gave Mav a mischievous smile. “I get you all to myself for dinner, isn’t that a treat.”

Mav rolled his eyes as he walked to stand beside Jake’s chair. “Shut up, you brat, you just want to send pictures of my cooking to the squad to make them jealous,” Mav said as he ruffled his hair and slung an arm around the boy’s shoulders to pull him in a side hug. “It’s good to have you back, son.”

Jake turned his head to bury his head on the older man’s stomach for just a minute. “It’s good to be back, pops.”

—

“MmmMMm, this is the best fucking thing I’ve tasted in forever,” Jake groaned as he shovelled another bite of the steak. Mav was surprisingly talented behind the grill, and apparently the best mac and cheese was Ice’s personal recipe.

“I’m glad you like it, kid, make sure to eat your greens too,” Mav said smiling as he handed Jake the serving bowl of salad.

“Come on, Mav, let the boy enjoy his steak, he just came back from deployment,” Ice said grinning as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin.

Mav rolled his eyes upwards, “and people call me the irresponsible one.”

“Well, your Navy track record proceeds you.”

“As if yours is as clean as they think it is.”

“I’m better at not getting caught, also, which one of us actually remembered to do groceries this morning, love?” Ice said smirking and giving Jake a wink, making Jake remember to actually put the steak in his mouth as he watched the two banter.

It was surreal to see his Captain and the COMPACFLT in such a domestic situation.

Mav pouted and looked at Jake, “See what I have to deal with?”

Ice chuckled and gave Mav a small peck on the cheek, “You’re what I have to deal with. Forever.” Mav eyes softened at that as he intertwined their hands on the table.

“My wingman for life.”

Jake decided that he was being too nice and fake gagged, “you both our sickeningly sweet, there ain’t supposed to be anythin’ too sweet' with the steak, but you all decided to add too much sugar that ‘m growin’ cavities.” Jake said, narrowing his eyes at them.

“Too much sugar, hmm?” Ice said, raising a brow as he rested his chin on his fist. “So I suppose you don’t want the carrot cake I baked for dessert?”

Jake frowned, “Hey, hey, hey, I ain’t sayin’ that, carrot cake is good and healthy, I want some.”

Ice grinned wider, “What’s the magic word, Jacob?”

Jake rolled his eyes, “pleeaaaasseeee?” He drew out.

“Ah, ah, ah, no sass, young man,” Mav said, raising a fork at him as he stood up to presumably grab the cake.

Jake crossed his arms, “You can’t talk, Mav.”

“I can talk in my own house, kid. Remember, nobody likes a smartass.”

“Then why did Ice marry you?”

“My dashingly good looks, of course,” Mav said flashing a hollywood type smile as he grabbed the cake from the fridge.

Jake squinted, “I don’t see it.” Ice huffed out a laugh at that one as he started cutting up the cake. Jake perked up as Ice put down a big slice for him.

“Thank you, Admiral Kazansky,” Jake said, shoveling the cake in his mouth.

“What did I say about calling me admiral in my own home, son?”

“Not to do it because it makes you feel old, Ice.”

“Good job, now by the way, how are you Jake? Have your injuries healed nicely, or are they still sore?” Ice asks, for the first time looking at Jake seriously dead in the eye.

Jake froze and he felt ice go down his spine as he paused looking up at Ice wide eyed. He thought he got away with it, but of course, this is fucking Iceman, the commander of the Pacific fleet.

“Injuries? What injuries? Jake?” Mav said looking confused as he looked back and forth between the two.

Ice frowned at Mav, “You didn’t know? He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what, out with it, you two,” Mav sternly said.

Jake forced himself to give a small chuckle, “It’s nothing, pops, just a bit of a scuffle in my last deployment, nothing serious.”

He was in the sick-bay for more than a week.

Mav narrowed his eyes at Jake, “Uh-huh, does nothing serious cause you to be back stateside when your previous deployment was supposed to end in 3 months?”

Well, Mav didn’t make it this far for being dumb.

Jake poked down on his carrot cake, “I’m fine, pops, it’s nothin’, really.”

“Jacob Seresin, look at me.” Mav ordered, making Jake tense.

“It’s none of ya business, it’s my private file, you don’t need to know shit,” Jake growled, standing up, good mood ruined.

Jake felt his heart thump against his chest. They shouldn’t know, they can’t know. Why can’t they know? Because they’ll see you as weak. No they won’t. Yes, they will. He wanted them to be there, they can’t they won’t, stop being a bother, stop being a whiny--

“Jake, look at me,” Mav ordered again, albeit in a softer manner, Jake slowly met Mav's eyes, again. "Why didn't you tell us?" 

"I-I don't know," Jake softly admitted. 

He wanted them to find out for themselves, but he could have told them himself. He wanted them to be there sooner. And now that they know even though it's late. It was never their job to know, it was Jake’s job to communicate as a fucking adult.

“Do you really believe that we wouldn’t care?”

Jake shrugged in response. None of them noticed he wasn’t responding to messages for a couple of weeks.

Mav gave out a sigh, making Jake shrink on himself. “Is anyone helping you with taking care of your injuries, bud?”

“Nah, I’m good, pops, takes me a while, but I could figure it out on my own,” Jake said, sighing.

“You shouldn’t have too, son, come on, you need to tend to them before you go to bed, right? How about Mav will help you,” Ice said standing up. “I’ll get the first aid kit, Mav go settle Jake in the guest room.”

“That’s not necessary, sir-” Jake started, eyes wide.

“We know, but we want to help you, Jake,” Mav said gently clasping a hand on his shoulder steering him towards the room.

Jake could have fought, but he didn’t want to. He just nodded as they walked towards the room.

Mav made him sit down on the edge of the bed and ordered him to strip down to show the stitches, and Jake, too tired to argue just silently complied, unbuttoning his shirt to unveil the bandages wrapped around his torso and the patches of bruises scattered all around. 

He looked up when he heard Mav take a deep inhale of breath, seeing the pity in the old man’s eyes, making him scowl and look away. “I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m worried about you, Jake,” Mav said, softly. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“How’d ya know if I told someone?”

Mav gave him a look.

“My commanding officer is my emergency contact, he was the only one who needed to know,” Jake said, running a hand through his hair. “Shit, I don’t know why I’m here, I can do this on my own–”

“At ease, Lieutenant Seresin.” Ice sternly said as he came in with a very big med kit. “Let’s clean up your wounds first, then we’ll talk, alright?”

“Unless you’re really uncomfortable with us helping you,” Mav said, looking sadly at him. “We’re not gonna force you to do anything, buddy, but it would ease our old hearts to see that you’re okay.” Mav said, forcing a smile that just looked sad.

And didn’t that make Jake’s heart clench.

“Fine,” Jake muttered, shifting forward and started removing his old bandages.

Mav gently took over, asking Jake to put his arms up so that he could get to them easier. Mav slowly removed the bandages, making sure skin wasn’t pulled, maneuvering Jake, so that his boy would be as comfortable as possible.

Ice crouched down in front of Jake and showed him the assortment of antibiotic ointments and creams, Jake nodded in consent, pointing out which ones he usually used. Ice nodded as he pulled them out and slowly moved his hand closer to Jake as he worked in tandem with Mav, both of them treating Jake with so much care.

When he let them help him, he expected it to be painful and much longer than if he had done it. That’s usually what happened anyways when he had to rely on others.

He was wrong.

They were slow, but steady, steady made their actions smooth, efficient, fast.

Ice let Jake lean forward, his forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder as the man quickly ran a hand through his hair before dabbling antibiotic cream to the wounds on his back.

Jake swore he just closed his eyes for one second.

“Buddy? Come on Jake-y, wake up for a bit, then you can go back to sleep, okay,” Mav said gently, nudging his shoulder.

Jake grumbled and felt Ice chuckle as he helped the younger man sit up, again.

“Come on, little prince, hands up, please,” Mav murmured, helping Jake into a big hoodie. “Can you change into sweatpants?”

Jake nodded as he clumsily complied, afterwards he blinked and suddenly Mav and Ice were tucking him in the guest room bed. Someone turned the lights off, and the two older men were saying their goodbyes when Jake tugged on Mav’s shirt.

“Mav? I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya, I-I don’t know why exactly I didn’t,” Jake said frowning looking up with half-lidded eyes. “W-wanted ya’ll to be there, just, hard,” Jake muttered.

He felt the bed dip beside him, a calloused hand cupping his cheek, “It’s okay, little prince, I understand, we’ll talk about it more once you rest up, okay?” 

“We’ll be there for you when you wake up, son, and we’ll always be there for you when we can,” Ice said, reaching over to stroke Jake’s hair. 

That was enough for Jake to let himself rest.

—--

("I didn't finish my carrot cake," Jake muttered against Mav's chest.

"It's okay, we still have some more, and how about Ice makes you some chocolate cake tomorrow, buddy?" Mav softly said running a hand through Jake's strands, smirking as Ice scowled at him.

“Didn’t you just bitch about how Jacob here needs his greens, and now–”

“Please, Pa?” Jake said looking up. “I mean the carrot cake is delicious and I love it, so if you’re busy, I get it–”

“No, son, I can make the cake, I’ll just have to use my husband for some logistics help, okay?” Ice said, cutting off his rant as he rubbed Jake’s back.

“I-If it’s okay with you and pops, I don’t want to be a bo-”

“You’re not a bother, plus we were already planning on making chocolate cake for a while, you just gave us an excuse to move up our plans, and have an early cheat day,” Mav said, wagging his eyebrows with a wink.

“More like permanent cheat week,” Ice mattered.)

—

(“Put me down as your emergency contact, please.” Mav said as he squeezed Jake tighter, to make sure the boy won’t have to see the tears building in his eyes. “Please, son.”)

—

(Imagine what happens once the Dagger Squad finds out what happened to Jake.)

[ri-writes-if]

Are there any funny memes you've seen and immediately thought "Ah yes, (specific RO)"?

Laz and Az radiate the smug knife cat.

OH it's them ABSOLUTELY

I probably did, but I'm not going to find them now 🥲 There's a meme I wanted to share but I realized it's spoilerish so I had to leave it in drafts. I might post it after the next chapter hm

I was messing with this thing in the past and made some fun combos, so have some of my favorites instead of memes:

Laz: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before? * Oracle: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck * Oracle: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later. * Az: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Laz: What's that? Az: Remorse code. Laz: I'm even angrier now. * Az: Kicks the door down looking panicked Ash: What did you do? Az: Nobody died. Ash: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?! * Oracle: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Az: Three words. Oracle: * Oracle: Az… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Az: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Oracle: I wrote sanitize, Az. * Oracle: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Ash: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Az: Smad. * Az: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Os: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak * Selene: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Oracle: Twelve, actually. Selene: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Oracle: Yours! Selene: That's right: no one's.

[nickel156]

Why Nessian week made me Smad.

Sad + Mad = Smad.

Because all of the amazing fics and gorgeous art. And I can't help thinking why didn't we get that? None of those amazing pieces are canon I fear.

We never got those romantic moments that I craved. When Nesta was emotionally distressed, I wanted a hug, him holding her through the night, any sort of comfort.

Instead I get an abusive gym bro who fucks a traumatized woman who's using sex as a coping mechanism.

[sweetlullabyebye]

gotham incorrect quotes (includes gobblepot) mainly made using scatterpatter

-

Oswald: *watching Jim sleep*

Oswald: look at him. I love him. He's my everyth-

Jim: *snores*

Oswald: I can't live like that.

-

Jim: i lost the job.

Harvey, sighing: what did you do this time?

Jim: Loeb pointed a pencil at me and said 'there's an idiot at the end of this pencil'

Jim: so I asked which end.

-

Harvey: treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Jim: killed without hesitation.

Harvey: no.

-

Jim, raising his fists: fight me

Oswald, standing behind Jim, softly shaking his head: *mouths* do not

-

Barbara: who's the scariest person you've ever encountered?

Oswald: Jim.

Oswald: it's terrifying how dumb he is.

-

Oswald: compliment me

Jim: you have eyes

Oswald: nice

-

Jim: in my defense, i was left unsupervised

Barnes: wasn't Harvey with you?

Harvey: in my defense, i was also left unsupervised

-

Jim: i beg your pardon?

Oswald: then beg.

-

Jim: *gets down on one knee*

Oswald: oh my god it's finally happening

Jim: *falls over*

Oswald: the poison is kicking in

-

Oswald: look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Jim a little bit

Victor, holding Oswald's notepad: you doodled your wedding invitation.

Oswald: no, that's our joint tombstone.

Victor: my mistake.

-

Harvey, waking up after getting knocked out: where are we?

Jim: in trouble.

-

Jim: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Oswald: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Harvey: Smad.

-

Harvey: I trust Jim.

Barnes: You think he knows what he's doing?

Harvey: I wouldn't go that far.

-

Jim: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Harvey: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Jim: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Harvey: Good thinking.

(Part 2)