#w&lt archive

[2001hz]

W&LT Spring/Summer By: Walter van Beirendonck (1997)

[starsurface]

Regressor Ashrah & Syzoth w/ CG Sareena (fic) request!! :D

(fic also under the link)

<;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 <;3 &lt;3 <;3 <;3 &lt;3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"What are you making there, Ashrah?" Sareena asked, looking over Ashrah's shoulder.

"A picture!" Ashrah smiled, finger painting on a canvas.

"Oooh . . . What's your picture of?" Sareena asked. She was never good at making out what Ashrah was drawing.

"It's me and Sy'!" Ashrah said proudly, showing her two blobs- People on the canvas. "See?"

"Now that you say something, I do kinda see it," Sareena smiled, ruffling Ashrah's hair. Ashrah beamed and went back to focusing on her art work. "I'm going to go check up on Sy', okay?"

"Okay!"

Syzoth had went down for a nap a little while ago. Ashrah was a big girl, she didn't need naps!! But Syzoth was a bit smaller, so he had to go to sleep.

Sareena gently opened the door, seeing Syzoth slowly open his eyes.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" Sareena asked, receiving a headshake. "You awake enough to get up and go play?"

Syzoth nodded, making grabby hands for Sareena.

"You okay, Sy'?" Sareena asked softly, helping Syzoth sit up.

Syzoth nodded, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed Sareena's shirt, digging his face into his arm. Sareena couldn't exactly tell if he had woken up smaller than earlier, or if he was still just sleepy.

"Did you like your nap?"

"Mhm," Syzoth nodded. "'S'Rah?"

He had definitely woken up smaller than usual. Normally, Syzoth regressed to about a toddler headspace, but sometimes he went to babyspace, or an extremely young toddler. Toddler Syzoth would have called her 'Shrah. But baby Syzoth called her S'Rah.

"Ashrah's in the living room," Sareena said, picking Syzoth up and placing him on her hip. "Do you wanna go see her?"

Syzoth nodded again, "Pease."

"Such good manners you have," Sareena praised, making Syzoth giggle and hide in her neck. "I think Ashrah has a little gift for you when we get to the living room. Do you wanna get a snack so she can finish up?"

"Fishy!" Syzoth decided, putting his thumb in his mouth. Words weren't very fond of little Syzoth, but one-word answers were okay.

"I'll get some goldfishies for you," Sareena smiled, grabbing Syzoth's baby chew toy and handing it to him. Syzoth gave a quiet thank you, immeantly chewing on it.

Sareena set Syzoth on the counter as she got a dinosaur bowl of goldfish, per Syzoth's request. Every so often, she had to keep him from falling over. But otherwise he seemed very content chewing on his chewie and sitting there, kicking his feet a bit.

"Syyyyyyy!!" Ashrah smiled, running into the kitchen. "I have a surprise! Come on!"

Ashrah began to tug on Syzoth's sleeve, and Syzoth made grabby hands for Sareena. He could walk, but he got really fumbly when he was this tiny. And he would crawl, but Sareena didn't want him to hurt his knees by accident.

"Alright! Suprise time," Sareena picked Syzoth up, following after the excited Ashrah.

"I made you a picture!" Ashrah explained, grabbing her small canvas and showing Syzoth. "Tada!!"

Syzoth awed as he grabbed the picture. Well, Sareena mostly grabbed it. The paint was still wet, and she didn't want Syzoth to accidentally touch it.

"It's very pretty, Ashrah!" Sareena praised, earnign a little happy dance from her sister. "Syzoth can you say that it's pretty?"

"Pretty!" Syzoth quietly smiled.

"Thank you-!"

Suddenly, Syzoth put the corner in his mouth.

"No Sy' don't eat it!!" Ashrah panicked, looking at Sareena for help.

"Syzoth we don't eat paintings!" Sareena said, gently prying it from his mouth. Syzoth looked confused, putting his thumb in his mouth instead. "I'm sorry about that Ashrah, I know he didn't mean to touch your painting like that."

"It's not dry," Ashrah frowned, taking her painting back. Luckily Syzoth didn't touch the paint, but the corner has sliva on it. "Sy' go into the naughty corner?"

"I mean . . . if you want," Sareena frowned. Syzoth looked worried at the threat on the naughty corner, shaking his head. "I know bub, but you did technically try to destroy Ashrah's painting."

"No wait! Don't want Sy' in the naughty corner," Ashrah frowned. Even she noticed how tiny Syzoth was after his nap. "He too little, he didn't mean to, 'Reena."

"Alright, no naughty corner then," Sareena agreed.

"Thank you," Syzoth mumbled, giving Ashrah a quick kiss on the cheek. Or, he tried, he more just smushed their cheeks together, still wanting to keep his chewie in his mouth.

Ashrah giggled and kissed his cheek back, "Your welcome, Sy'! Wanna play outside with me?"

"Yeah!" Syzoth nodded, looking at Sareena with grabby hands.

"I go put the paint away!" Ashrah smiled, already running off to put her canvas back into the closet.

"Wait- Ashrah!" Sareena quickly put Syzoth onto the couch, kinda squishing him with the pillows. "You don't move- Get back here, missy!"

Ashrah squealed as she continued to try to put all her stuff away. Syzoth whined and struggled weakly against the pillows, but he knew he was going to be out soon. Sareena just couldn't trust a baby being around all those paint.  :(

Not that he'd get into them! . . . Again.

[deeptrashwitch]

Task Force 267

A team composed only by spec ops Marines (Raiders), created after the first gulf war for light infantry interventions and sabotage missions. It has, always, six members and the command officer, no register of secondary teams. Its motto is "never doubt, do the mission", that reflects exactly how the TF works.

Last mission known: Operation Firewall

Current status: Desauthorized

Stationary base: Camp Lejeune, NC

Former command officers: [...] Cpt. William "Artemis" McAllister (2000-2005), Cpt. Oliver "Deepwater" Reyes (2005-2010) and Cpt. Alicia "Guardian" Marchant (2010-2016)

Note (??): Artemis has been taken care of, Guardian is more difficult

CIA contact link: [Redacted]

Actual members: Lt. Richard "Blade" Porter (2016) (deceased), Sergeant Leo "Tiger" Jameson (2016) (deceased), Sergeant Kate "Hope" Petrova (2016) (deceased), Corporal Sean "Marble" Walker (2016) (deceased), Private Arthur "Lotus" Greenhill (2016) (deceased) and Private Jason "Runner" King (2016) (deceased)

Note (??): What a shame. They were as stubborn as their Captain

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Richard "Blade" Porter

First words: "Private Porter, ready for service!"

Last words: "I'm sorry Guardian, but I can't do this anymore. It's my turn to protect the team"

Cause of death: Silt throat.

Leo "Tiger" Jameson

First words: "Pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Private Jameson"

Last words: "Please, no more...just no more"

Cause of death: Bullet wound

Kate "Hope" Petrova

First words: "Private Petrova at your orders, Captain! I'm ready for the mission!"

Last words: "CAPTAIN! PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP! I BEG YOU!"

Cause of death: Chemical burns inside the digestive system

Sean "Marble" Walker

First words: "Good morning Captain, we are ready to go"

Last words: "It hurts so much, but I'm so tired..."

Cause of death: Blood loss

Arthur "Lotus" Greenhill

First words: "Captain, it's a pleasure"

Last words: "Forgive me, I never...sorry. I'm sorry"

Cause of death: Bullet wound

Jason "Runner" King

First words: "Hi Captain! I hope we can work well together"

Last words: "Mom...I wanna go home. I wanna see my mom. Please Captain, can we go?"

Cause of death: Bullet wound

Alicia "Guardian" Marchant

First words: "I'm Sergeant Marchant, welcome to your new life, Privates"

Last words: "Kill me already. You took everything from me. Fucking end with this..."

Cause of death: Unconfirmed

Note (??): Unfortunately we lost comms with Orisha to be sure of the cause of death

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Archive 0834173: Last Meteor (June 20th, 2016). Seventh interrogation. 10 minutes. [Corrupted audio]

▶️ ------------------------- 0:00/10:08

"Won't you talk? You know the price"

"...I'll never w[static]"

"It's a shame. The spec ops soldiers are well valued as mercenaries"

"Fuck off"

*horrified screams (2min)* *sobs*

"Where is the team assigned to Lebanon?"

"K-kiss my ass"

"As rabid as a dog even wounded, huh? Then maybe [static]"

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM!"

"Wow, I might have found your weakness, Guardian. Bring the other one!"

"NO! WAIT! DON'T DO ANYTHING TO THEM! PLEASE!"

[Static] [Static] [Click] [End of record]

Note (??): Interesting...apparently Guardian is this loyal to her people. This is something I need to see later

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Luke felt nausea when he stopped reading and hearing, throwing to the side the earphones while feeling a chill down his spine. He wondered why Wraith gave him that archive, it didn't have anything to do with their mission on Madagascar. As well, hearing that voice he knows so well, it was terryfing.

He walked out of his office with the archive, going to Alicia's office. For a second he doubted before knocking and entering, looking at the Captain and their Coordinator.

"I don't understand why are you giving me this, but if it's a joke...never do it again" he hissed while giving the archive back to Wraith

"A recorder?" Alicia muttered while taking the earphones

"Wait Captain!"

Then the woman pressed play and for a second nothing happened, but then she got pale and her face filled of fear. She practically ripped off the earphones, throwing them with the recorder to the floor. It shattered and she stumbled back, almost falling. Luke was quick to hold her, surprised to feel her shake out of fear and to watch her eyes filled of tears.

"Why he has this?" she whispered towards Wraith, now filled with anger "why do you gave it to him?"

"I didn't" the agent said with surprise "this archive was presumed lost"

"What?"

"I'll explain you later, I promise, but I need to investigate all this. Mostly who is Orisha"

"Carabalí, he was Orisha. That's how he referred to himself"

"Then I'll look who gave this to Lieutenant Michaelis and who was the last one to edit this archive. We'll talk later"

Like that, Wraith left the office and Luke let go Alicia, who just looked at the void for a second. The red-haired was worried for her, and tried to take her back, swallowing his own questions. But then Alicia sighed and blinked before sit down in front of her desk, feeling suddenly weak.

"Do you need water, Alicia?" he asked, sitting by her side

"No...no, I'm fine" she said while nodding "you may have questions, do just one and I'll answer"

"...Why they put you as dead?"

"I don't know, but probably they thought that I was dead once I stopped moving"

"Stopped moving...?"

Alicia didn't answer, but Luke could see how her eyes lost any shine they had, and how she tensed as a wire. That was enough answer. It was better not to ask.

"If it makes feel any better, I'll be by your side if you have to face that past again..."

"Thanks boy" she whispered with a bitter smile "but you don't need to see what would I become if I ever face my past"

[newcomernewcums]

spit roasting with ghost and soap.. that would stay on my mind for the rest of my days

ill say it till the day i die: THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH THREESOME FICS. Ever. There will never be enough.

Not my fault that I can’t stop thinking about Soap and Ghost bantering as they pound your ass and throat.

“Fuck, she’s tight,”

“Cumming so soon, Johnny?”

“We can’t all be a machine like you, Lt.”

Some fun ones I’ve found:

Ikik we all love GhostxSoap but König is a l w a y s a good time

I’ve also gotten completely obsessed with this SoapxGhostxKönig fic based off this comic, both as SO well done (i’m sure yall have already seen it)

[madstronaut]

baby's first konig longfic

(masterlist of my FaFiCoWriMo rambles at the Fuck It We Ball link below! looking forward to seeing this become a long untameable monstrous ouroboros of a list)

omg t h i s f i c. IT BARELY HAS ANY SMUT IN IT till the end and it is one of the hottest konig fics ive ever read (and honestly I think he takes home the trophy for man most thirsted over in COD fandom, sorry ghost but you’re all winners in my panties i mean heart I SAID HEART)

Reading: Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus

idk wot it is - the tenderness and purity of their first few interactions? the forbiddenness of stumbling upon a private radio channel when they’re technically Not On The Same Side? the little GIFTS they give each other? How he can always find her despite her literally being a topranked sniper? the way their physical meet-cute is him literally catching her in his arms?! the knowledge maus can snipe him at any moment and yet konig willingly stepping into her crosshairs?  LLBLBLLLBLGLGB

That last “She’s pretty” comment for me was the emotional equivalent of stabbing me in the heart with a roughshod serrated knife in how cute it was (btw let me warn you if you haven’t already gotten the memo folx my whole brand is being aggressively encouraging and excited over fanfic and writers in an increasingly unhinged yet polite manner<3) 

in true konig fashion i love how excited he is that maus might be the literal death of him and that he would die happy if she was the one to snipe him lmao

also can anyone else relate to doing a private eye style deepdive into facebook archives stalking and searching for info about your crush and memorizing it like konig did here for mausy lmao

"It’s pathetic, the only place he feels any sort of peace is at war."

chef’s kiss, love this line. brief, but tells you so much about konig’s headspace

“A younger part of him is jealous. The older part smothers that part down as he takes in the view.”

I love this line!!! ive wondered sometimes about the science and why of attraction and maus basically living konig’s dream i feel must play a big part of why they’re so drawn to each other...and ofc no explanation needed for why she is attracted to konig because everyone is, undisputed law of nature, go look it up on wikipedia and jstor, thank you no questions at this moment

“There’s a creek at the bottom, and interesting flora marks the cliffs all the way down. He wonders what wildlife drinks from the stream down there and if there are any decent caves he could find an opening to.”

have u ever thought about what you or someone else might have been in another life, in alternate timeline? I can see biologist konig fitting in quite well in civilian life &lt;;3 LEMME DAYDREAM ABOUT ALL MY SOLDIER BOYS SAFELY RETURNING HOME FAR FROM OR NEVER HAVING TO ENDURE THE FOG AND TERROR AND HORROR OF WAR OKAY

“The exposed rock of the ravine flames to life with amazing browns and reds, and the stone sparkles like rubies and tiger’s eye stones as the sun's rays catch it.”

also sidenote the way the scenery is described here would make me want to go take a photo and download it and save it as my wallpaper; so descriptive and lovely i could see everything so clearly <3

“The sun is setting behind her. She’s very far away, but his skin prickles to life knowing that he’s being watched.”

I also love this usual role reversal of maus being the predator watching her prey (though is he arguably her prey if he wants to be caught? lol anyway putting aside the essay on existential questions in fanfic-)

It’s a beautiful place, really. It’s not such a bad place to die, he thinks. She’s a good shot. She’ll do it quickly. Nothing to fret about,really. It’s his own fault, anyways. 

I am obsessed with their chemistry but most of all something about this powerful man fully placing his life in her hands just does it for me

“I’ll bite, soldier.” She says, hurriedly, like someone might walk in on their little game. Like the teacher is about to find the two kissing in a supply closet at the school.

*me reading this line, giggling madly*

He sits down on the ground and opens his legs as wide as they’ll comfortably go and rests his cheek in his hand propped on his thigh. If he’s going to die, he’s going to give her a pretty show.

me: okay slut

also me: ✨o k a y slut✨

I also love how he’s imagining what she would be doing/how she’s reacting all based off what I assume is the equivalent of a shitty driver’s license photo he saw of her 🥰

i also feel like getting warning shots as foreplay IS so konig-coded (yes im fully aware as i type this that this man has so much fanlore, fan hcs, fanfic, faneverything out there despite not even being in the storyline of the main campaign lmao)

I also love the flip to maus’ POV - though when she notes how outrageous it is for him to keep his shiny knife on him i bet you my future firstborn that it’s to get her attention <3

also <3 sniper candy <3

also we love a girlboss who asks >100x to shoot him on sight lmao

It’s been months since the ravine and she’s seen him just about everywhere she’s been. When SpecGru was gathering intel on KorTacs drug affiliations, she saw him in the haunted deserts of Sonora, Mexico where she lies in the dirt redder than blood and coyotes sing her to sleep. She gazes down at him atop crumbling 16th-century Byzantine marble when she picks off the guards of a weapons supplier in Belgrade, Serbia. In the ancient and verdant bamboo forest of Yibin, China, hunting down spy affiliations, she camps across a creek from him for a night.

“we’ve got to stop meeting like this!” - konig, probably

He would’ve been a good sniper, in another life. If he wasn’t built like the trees she climbs for her shots.

mausy your crush is showing 🤭

He walks like a monster with three legs (and at some point about three months into their little game, she touches herself thinking about that third leg.

i mean honestly? give maus a medal for holding out for three months before succumbing, damn

The secret stays between them and their radios become the divining rods of close encounters.

secret forbidden relationship is one of my fave tropes <3

Mostly it’s just breathing on each line, mostly it’s just-

“König?”

“Maus?”

“Mhm.”

“Hmm.”

honestly this sounds more intimate than sex

She knows she should get a shrink or a good fuck to stop fucking thinking about him like this, but sometimes he whispers a joke into his radio and she laughs, and sometimes she tells him about the book she’s been reading, and sometimes he shows her his favorite knife tricks, and sometimes she tells him stories of before she was in the military and he always laughs and asks questions to show he’s actually engaged and he cares and-

this is so domestic and cute for warzone flirting <3

When they’re alone he’s the perfect gentleman, he gets no closer than when she reaches out to contact him first. When they’re not, it's a whole different story. He runs into the middle field like if he can just reach her, he can keep her. If he can carry back his conquest, well… kings get their war spoils, don’t they? It’s a terrible secret she keeps alive only in her heart, but she hopes one day he finally will.

mausy gettin bingo on all our fave kinks today, apparently

maus picking up on his knife skills and noticing his anxiety via the shaking hands (and that they don’t shake at all around her) is just peak PEAK PEAK PEAK fanfic vibes. feeling safe around someone is one of the biggest green flags in the universe and a gift <3

 It’s a shame, but she’s a little happy that it’ll be König, her cat, that’ll catch her corpse.

honestly these two were made for each other lmao

ok THE SCENE WHERE THE FIRST TIME THEY REALLY, REALLY MEET? HE KILLS FOR HER? LITERALLY PUTS HIS ARMS OUT FOR HER TO CATCH HER FALL? 

And the first thing he says is a promise. A promise of help. A promise of aid.

I was like speechless with joy and giddiness for a good minute or two reading this whole scene lmao SO SATISFYING esp with konig’s lil gasp when she falls into his arms <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 UGH PLS PAPS CAN I GIVE YOU A MEDAL??? A HUG??? A KISS???? MY UNDYING LOVE AND DEVOTION??? well in lieu of all this I’ll just give your fic multiple visits and so much rambling <3

also their first meetcute THEY EXCHANGE GIFTS????? HOW FUCKING CUTE ARE THEY GOD 

He has created, against all odds, something beautiful and delicate out of a brutal tool and doomed material.

so this absolutely stunning construction of a sentence pretty much sums up why I love COD fandom/fanfic writers so much..

I forget where I read this somewhere on this hellsite but it went something like “it’s subversive to write these men made to die/made for war, made to be loved instead” and reminds me of one of my favorite quotes that I stumbled on a random reddit Q&A 

“I get discouraged sometimes - just like everyone. I question whether my music/life/work matters at all.

The danger is letting other people define your soul's worth. Sometimes folks will like what you do, other times they'll hate it.

But I continually remind myself that I do NOT matter as a result of what I do, I matter because of who I AM. I am not a "human doing" but a "human being. " I matter simply because I was made in the image of the unmade maker, and I am loved by Love.”

“I am not a human doing, but a human being” 

“I am made in the image of love, and I am loved by Love”

“we are, against all odds, something beautiful and delicate, created out of brutal tool and doomed material” 

these words touch such a deep and core and unspeakably true part of me - that i forget often, that i find hard to believe, that i struggle to remember and cling to - and tbh one of the most frequent places I find this much-needed encouragement is in FANFICTION! <3

fanfic writers you are truly some of the most beautiful people on this planet &lt;3

anyway yeah, fanfic as therapy is a helluva drug and so fucking real

 if I could give all my beloved writers a diploma i would pay a calligrapher to write this gold leaf ink or some shit and put on my best lipstick and smooch it all over and print it out on vellum for you all <3

ANYWAY WHERE TF WAS I- o yes, simping over both maus and konig

When he turns to go she thinks how much his hands must’ve hurt to make this little thing 

this is so real; everytime I try my hand at sewing/mending (and i got tiny hands yall) for an extended period of time my fingers always end up so crampy in a uniquely painful way

i also get big “gift of the magi by o. henry” (truly one of my favorite short stories of all time) vibes from this exchange <3

(tl;dr: here, my heart, let me cut out and gift you my heart - oshit what’s that? your heart? *scrambles to catch and not break it*)

cos honestly on one level how fucking hilarious that they basically exchange a piece of wood and a rock lmao but really THEY ARE GIVING SOMETHING SO SPECIAL TO EACH OTHER <333333

The next time she sees him, about a week later, she sees him sharpening his massive field knife with the tiny whetstone on his comically large thigh, and in response, she thumbs at the wooden effigy in her pocket. They laughed into their radios to each other. 

ok how fucking hilarious and sexy that they are basically watching each other finger each other…..s' gifts

the final dialogue in chapter two needs to be in the merriam-webster dictionary under “flirting 101: peak examples”

but also omg THE EXTRA LITTLE GIFTS SHE LEAVES BEHIND FOR KONIG? HER FLINTING A HEART AND HIM SHATTERING IT IMMEDIATELY IN HIS GIANT-ASS SEXY ASS HANDS AND LEAVING HIMSELF BLEEDING AS PENANCE????? HIM IMAGINING COOKING FOR HER AND READING ALL TEH BOOKS SHE RECS HIM??? Honestly him musing about actually fucking her at the end is the LEAST sexy part of all this and the line about him aching to make her mewl did…things to me

if I could distill the maus x konig energy here into an drink, I think I could run up everest naked without breakin a sweat

The man is quick, but König is quicker, taking off through the snow like he did as a child. Running with reckless abandon, long legs carrying him faster and further than anyone else when he and his cousins would play capture the flag at his Oma’s house in Gauso. 

i love papa’s (really need to find a better nickname for writer while I write this lol) way of capturing like…the sense of child-like wonder/safety and domesticity you return to when you are in love/find yourself in the presence (physical or not) of someone you love in her writing, also why i really love this fic so much

Slicing that man clean between his ribs like a lion strikes a lamb was the second most satisfying experience of his life, greatly eclipsed by the settling of her weight against his chest when she trusted him enough to jump into his arms. 

*chanting to summon my talented fellow konig simps to draw fanart of this scene*

“You big, everywhere? I mean, with hips like those… ”

“...” Fuck, bad time to get a boner.

SIR.

hast thou not heard the term “video killed the radio star”???? you’re alone and miles away only talking via radiowaves, LITERALLY THE BEST TIME TO GET A BONER???? smh unless ofc the best time for konig is when he’s with maus &lt;3

“…he’d been chasing a little prayer in her shape. He wouldn’t have considered it ‘done’ when he gave it to her but-

Her warmth was still in his fingers, her beautiful eyes trained on him, her fantastic form somehow devoid of his blood or his filth in his rescue attempt, well. He had been praying, hadn’t he? It’s only right to pay tithing to the thing you worship. He gave her the figure, and he did so with the only real regret being that he couldn’t give her more and that he almost sullied her perfection with his violence.

also men near-worshipping the women they simp for is also a huge kink of mine (i mean whose isn’t it? also i hurt my brain trying to discern if that last sentence i wrote made sense but college was a long tiem ago for me soooo)

And to top it all off, when he wrenched himself away from her, heart heavy and entirely certain that she would never, could never, follow- she called him back and reciprocated. 

can confirm, reciprocated feelings is an indescribable feeling, war on drugs would’ve been game over day 1 if it was fought with requited feelings

When he turns away it is because his brain cannot comprehend a world in which she walks away with him.

well, snipe me right in the heart why dont you papi! (again, still need to find a different nickname for writer)

And in fairness, he would rather die than admit his treachery, not out of any misplaced moral but instead out of precaution for her safety.

honestly, husband goals

konig’s dream is p e r f e c t i o n “I love and trust you and feel safe enough to put my life into your thighshands, even if that means you’ll take it”

“Like dovetail joints, a great carpenter must have made them to fit together. There must be a God, and he must have made her to perfectly fit beside (and dare he hope, inside?) her. 

The only thing older than war to mankind is intimacy. You need soldiers for war, you need men for soldiers, and you need love to make those men. “

“He is remembering how to be human, to be a man and not a soldier, and he smiles back into her mouth.”

“She is giving him total control. Complete power and without hesitation. In her teary eyes, he sees a soldier’s trust, firm and unwavering. Ever faithful. Unquestioningly and genuinely she believes the man she’s at the mercy of will make her need no mercy. “

once again paps (yes yes need new nickname for writer, stfu mads) just dropping literary masterpieces casually

“König,” her eyes glaze over with worry. It’s a dangerous game they’re playing and they both know it. “Are you sure you want me?” She whispers, lips meeting the shell of his ear, he feels her fever pitch skin even through the fabric of his mask. His heart aches and he’s so angry with himself that she could even ask that. As if there were ever any questions. As if he has ever wanted anything else in his life like he wants this. As if there is anything else to want. As if there is anything else. 

Truly every beloved’s hopeful query and every lover’s debt to happily answer <3

 When he wakes up in his cold barracks, decidedly alone and not in between her thighs, he pounds the bed in frustration.ly ok the mood whiplash when i laughed out loud at konig pounding bed with his fists cos hes grumpy and horny

Not so dissimilar to the bride-stealing traditions his Oma had told him about as a boy.

damn oma what stories you be tellin to children lmao

though I AM recalling a medicinal anthropology class I took in college that was absolutely fascinating - we did touch on bride-napping as an actual thing in hmong culture (though from what I learned it has less IRL dubcon and more elopement vibes)

The fantasy of her is potent and life-consuming, but he is also viscerally aware that it is just that. A fantasy.

konig, thinking this, as he lives out most of his actual fantasies lmao

It is not real and despite his choking desire to be with her, he is not entirely sure she wants him.

ah yes, ‘idiots in love,’ an absolute banger of a trope

He wants so desperately to just be a fucking person for her. A person allowed weakness, a person allowed good-morning kisses, a person allowed terrible flirting, a person allowed to sit in the same room, a person allowed to touch and savor and make better another human. Allowed to heal, not harm. Allowed to save, not slaughter.

But he is a soldier, he’s not a person, and he’s not sure he ever really was a person in the first place.

The only thing he wants more than to have her is for her to want him. That hope is a delusion deeper than the ravine they met at, he’s sure. 

🥹🥹🥹🥹

yep just uh nothing happening over here, not crying over fanfic what -how dare you insinuate-

He feels no shame when he wraps his arms around the bunched comforter on his chest, imagining it’s a slight body he faithfully cradles.

*tripping, stumbling, running to pay for a custom body pillow big enough for konig to hug for his comfort* (not for me, would be too big anyways)😉😏

no literally ive thought about it i might have to do olympic-level qualifying gymnastics stretching to fit someone of his stature anyway it’s not like i made to-scale stick figure models doodled out on post-its in various creative positions to work out the physics of it or anything cough

If she knew how obsessed he’s become that he cannot help himself from having dreams about her and cannot help himself from getting off to the idea that she killed him with her fucking thighs

sir. 

please. 

i am ready to beat off the hordes of other women with a sharpened stick who would find this hot and respectful af

also obsessed with this soap who chews on pencaps and macguyvers radios to look like they’re fucking (or maus just has her head in the gutter, but really girl whose isnt??? and someone really needs to tell me if this is wrong grammatically every time i type it it sounds right)

also as a certified soap simp i also just have to say, you know you’ve got it bad when you look deep into soap’s eyes… and fantasize about another man LMAO

“No thanks,” she purrs as she finally sets herself into position.

i like this subtle nod to konig after she re-tells her katze’s joke <3 ooooo reading papaver’s writing is like eating a three-course meal at your fave comfort diner<3

The early morning light hits the streets the same way it had hit the forest ground that day.

i also love this line <3 i can picture those blue-orange sunrise hours in my head and it’s so lovely because the scene is also tinged with all the complex emotions from their first meeting

He throws it up and catches it without looking at it, instead his eyes are laser-focused on Mouse.

hothothothothothothothot (i realize just typing out hot over and over again leads you to also read thot, but honestly, still tracks)

She remembers her trigger finger twitching with sinful power, she remembers choking back the insistence at killing another lonely person, devoid of their autonomy on a basic level when they signed up for a mercenary-issued ticket to hell.

this line…is too real 

“Because they are weapons of maus-destruction. ” Konig replies like it’s not the stupidest thing she’s ever heard in her goddamn life.

somewhere simon ghost riley has to suppress the urge to put down his rifle, stand up, and do a slow golf clap

Suddenly, his eyes look lived in, like someone has just put up new curtains in an abandoned house. His whole affect changes hinging on what was an irresponsible outburst on her behalf at best.

And for the first time, she does not fear a monster hunting her through the woods, silent and purposeful in his pursuit of prey. Instead, she wants to understand a man, whose eyes have lit up like a princess has just laughed when he kissed her hand.) 

*i am suppressing the feminine urge to print out paper doll cutouts of maus and konig and just hang them around random parts of my apartment making heart eyes at each other*

Maybe, it's dangerous, to wave a steak in front of a mountain lion, but what if she wants to get mauled?

these two, a match made in heaven. truly there’s someone for everyone~

also i love this COD book club that is happening; i also have a semi-regular work meeting where I hit the jackpot of getting the most chill but passionate cohorts and our goal is basically shooting the shit & talking about stuff we love and how to share it with the world like a workhours book club and I hope everyond gets to experience a little joy in the middle of 9-5 capitalist hell that is the workweek like this <3

Soap says, pulling out a well-worn copy of The Silence of the Lambs from the bag.

“He said he picked it up years ago in Polish thinking it was a cooking field guide.”

 fucking dying

how she could rest entirely on top of his chest and not touch the ground beneath them and-

once again i fucking love their inadvertent mindreading/mirroring their shared desires unbeknownst to each other. MOVE THE FUCK ASIDE, JANE AUSTEN

also if gromsko gave me “special field medicine lessons” I would probably pay to continue them

also on this note MEN ARE SOME OF THE SNOOPIEST MOST GOSSIPY BITCHES IN THE UNIVERSE CAN I GET AN AMEN? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH? CAN I GET A WHOOP WHOO-

she basks infatuated by the calamitous captivation he exhibits.

*fanning myself with ripped out pages of shakespeare and hemingway to burn at papaver’s altar*

When he lifts his hood to blow a kiss to her, she knows she will never get her traitorous heart back.

sir??

excuse me sir????

i thought you were told you couldn’t be a sniper? what the fuck is this tender bullshit of a snipe straight to my heart-

also that last chappy YAY ENEMIES TO ALMOST-LOVERS TO ALMOST-ENEMIES, LITERALLY CANNOT FIND THIS TROPE ANYWHERE!!!!

He’s always hoped to be able to pound down into her quaking form. 

the first time i read this i blacked out after seeing the phrase “pound down” and instead all i remember after slapping myself awake is actually reading the phrase “he’s always hoped to take her to pound town”

also why am i hot for righteous konig in shining armor being willing to go from zero to murder when he thinks maus is a pimp

and the INDIRECT KISSING VIA THE CIGGY? UNFFFFFHHH FUCKING KILL ME NOW SO I CAN DIE HAPPY (yes i am so easily pleased, sue me)

also i shrieked when maus kicks her crotch up WITHIN SPITTING/BITING DISTANCE OF KONIG PLEASE I WOULD PAY TO WATCH THIS FEATURE LENGTH FILM????

The throbbing in his pants also suggests that he’s probably forgiven her by now as well. 

*nodding sagely* yes, boners never lie

also maus slapping konig while he’s holding a knife between his teeth is big step on me queen energy

also the requital and reciprocation of the lines and actions they feed each other is just- one moment: *goes to sephora to buy more lipgloss as i ran out while giving chef’s kisses in bulk to papaver*

i love that konig is passing the time just being horny for maus, an efficient king 🫡

also when i saw gosau austria mentioned i went down a hole googling where it is/pictures and it is absolutely beautiful!!!! 

I eagerly await updates papi <3 

[thevoyagerproject]

MIRAMMOSES IS REAL

[skelegun]

I watched “Cross of Iron” (1977) directed by Sam Peckinpah last night. I highly recommend it to people who like historical films, and anti-war movies. Below will be some spoilers so if you don’t want those go watch the movie.

It’s set on the Eastern Front in 1943. The film starts with children singing in German while various black and white archive footage WWII plays. The protagonist is a German soldier named Steiner who is disillusioned with the war and with Germany. The central conflict is between him and his newly transferred in superior officer Stransky. Stransky is of Prussian aristocratic blood, and gave up a cushy posting in occupied Paris for the chance to win the Iron Cross. They instantly despise each other as their first interaction is Stransky ordering Steiner to execute a Soviet child soldier they took prisoner, which Steiner refuses to do. Steiner tells Stransky to do it himself if he wants to so badly, Stransky can’t bring himself to though.

Shortly after arriving, Stransky discovers that his adjutant Lt. Triebig is a gay, and in a relationship with a subordinate, and uses this as blackmail against him, threatening him and his boyfriend both with execution, telling them he will hang them together slowly. Soviets attack their position and in the chaos, Stransky cowers in his bunker, the child prisoner they took is gunned down in the crossfire, and Steiner is wounded.

Steiner wakes up in a hospital, and there is a really neat sequence where we experience his concussion through surreal editing. Steiner returns to the front and is given the rank of Sergeant. Stransky asks him to sign a document saying he witnessed Stransky lead the counterattack so that he may receive his Iron Cross. The document requires two officers to sign, and the blackmailed Triebig is the other.

When Steiner refuses to sign it he and Triebig are called before Colonel Brandt, Brandt basically confirms he knows that Stransky is a lying sack of shit, and if Steiner won’t sign the sign document he will launch an investigation would could lead to both Stransky and Triebig being punished. This causes Steiner to hesitate, and have a breakdown explaining to Brandt that he hates the war, he hates Germany, and he hates every officer even the more sympathetic ones like Brandt.

Shortly after this Soviets launch a massive offensive against the Germans, and Stransky receives the order to retreat. He orders Triebig to give the retreat order to Steiner’s platoon, but once Triebig starts to speak into the phone, Stransky cuts the phone line. Steiner and his men never receive the order and are soon engulfed in a massive Soviet attack. This sequence was spectacular, as real authentic WWII T-34 tanks were used. At one point in the battle Steiner and his men are forced to take shelter in a broken factory, which leads to an awesome scene where a T-34 drives right through the wall of the factory!

Steiner and his men are now trapped behind enemy lines. They desperately try to make it back to the German lines, at one pointing stumbling upon an unsuspecting all female Soviet brigade. Two of Steiner’s men try to take advantage of the captured Russian women and are killed. Steiner let’s the surviving women go but takes their uniforms. They use the ill-fitting uniforms to infiltrate the Soviet lines. He contacts the German command and informs them he survived and will be returning with some Russian POWs (his men in Russian uniforms). Stransky had assumed Steiner was dead, and without him to testify Brandt wouldn’t be able to prosecute him and Triebig. When Stransky learns though that Steiner survived and will be returning with a bunch of men in Soviet uniforms he suggests to Triebig that “accidents” happen in war and that he will trust Triebig to handle it.

As Steiner and his men approach the German lines disguised as surrending Soviet forces, Triebig orders a machine gunner to fire on them. The loader pleads with him not to, as they look like unarmed Soviet prisoners with their hands up being marched by a few German soldiers, but to no avail. Most of Steiner’s men are cut to ribbons. The Soviets begin bombarding the German position. Steiner reaches the German trench and Triebig tries to squirm out of responsibility, Steiner in a fit of rage guns him down. The Soviets start their massive assault at this time, and Colonel Brandt basically accepts his fate and prepares to go down in a blaze of glory.

Steiner finds Stransky, and tells him that Triebig failed. Stransky pretends to not know what he is talking about. Steiner threatens to kill him, but Stransky says that he is no coward. Steiner decides to show him “where the iron crosses grow” and hands him a gun. Stransky thinks about killing Steiner with the gun but decides against it and follows him into battle. Steiner starts to cackle like a madman as Stransky starts shooting at a Soviet child soldier before running out of ammo and desperately asking Steiner how to reload his gun. The film cuts to various black and white still images of war crimes as children sing and Steiner cackles.

It was a fantastic anti-war film. The action sequences were amazingly well shot, and the use of authentic WWII weaponry and vehicles were fantastic. Also I found the subplot about Triebig and his homosexuality interesting for a movie from 70s, yes he is an antagonist in the film but he is an unwilling one, who you see his gradual corruption at Stransky’s hands, it’s arguable that he didn’t cross any moral threshold until the end when he ordered the firing at the prisoners. Steiner even seemed sympathetic towards him to a certain point as evidenced by his reluctance to testify against Stransky when Brandt mentioned that it would also implicate Triebig.

My only real gripe with the movie is the ending, I felt it could have used more work. It just kind of ends abruptly. I read however that they had a much more spectacular ending planned but they ran out of both time and budget so they had to cobble something together last moment.

I highly recommend it. Apparently there is a sequel where Steiner returns, and this time is in France, and is plotting to kill Hitler or something, it’s by a different director and it got terrible reviews. It sounds really dumb and I probably won’t watch it, I kinda interpreted the ending of this one that Steiner accepted his fate and him and Stransky probably died off screen moments later. Having him survive and now be on the Western front seems like kinda of a cop out.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Downed and Drowned

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: A month ago, Sissy Cooper hit a young man with her car and as a result, helped safe his life. Viktor Hargreeves remembers very little of his old life after recovering from Hanahaki but is determined to make new memories. Warnings: Hanahaki disease, blood, and canon-typical abuse Word Count: 4,587 Ship(s): Luther Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I actually completely rewrote this fanfic after one of my mutuals shared a post talking about how Hanahaki had been taken and changed as it got passed through authors. I decided I wanted to try and do a more original take on it and what it started out as, which resulted in me needing to redo the whole thing. I had been very unhappy with how it had turned out anyway, so rewritting it made me feel like it turned out better. I hope that you guys like it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The night air felt refreshing on his heated skin as he stepped out of the bar that he had been working in. He had never imagined that he would have had any kind of relation with the place that he was working at or anywhere like it. He had already found himself in that kind of establishment twice. Once had been right after he had found out the second biggest secret that his father ever kept, and the other was when he had decided that it was for the greater good.

The longer that time ticked on and the more he began to heal his emotional wounds, having the time and supportive father figure that he needed, he wasn’t sure the second of those two was as necessary as he first thought. Every time he began to panic about the kinds of activities that his employer got up to and the more he had to watch some of the poor girls be exploited, he always fell back to the excuse though.

He was working currently and had been all night. It seemed like the night was promising to be more interesting that he had been anticipating. He preferred it when he had fights at night so he could have something to do that was more than walking around and looking intimidating. It had been nice to watch the sparkly, scantily clad dancers sashaying around the stage with the huge dyed ostrich feathers when he had first started, but anything could get old when it was something that was done every night. He mostly watched the patrons that came in, taking special care to make sure that the couple of women that had snuck in with bad disguises weren’t harassed by any of the male patrons.

Luther had already been given a form of enrichment when the brother that had gotten him halfway into his mess in the first place was pointed out to him by one of the workers. He hadn’t seen Five in over a year and had basically lost all hope that any of his siblings were going to show up. Given that they were supposed to be transported back in time to before the apocalypse and had instead ended up in the 1960s in Dallas, he wasn’t even sure that they were in the same country or decade as him.

Five’s appearance had reassured him that they were. It had brought back a lot of memories of standing in the back alleyway, shouting for the siblings that he knew were never going to show up but that he couldn’t even fathom leaving behind. He had called Allison’s name until he knew that the surrounding businesses were going to have it ingrained in their walls of generations to come. He had called for Diego next, even though it was embarrassing to have to try and reach out to the brother that had been so inferior to him for so long. He had tried to get to Five a couple times, though he wasn’t sure that brother was going to thrive very well in the new world given what his body had looked like the last time they had seen each other. He had even tried Klaus’ name a few times, even if the backmost part of his mind knew that it was unlikely that particular brother would come even if he could hear Luther. There had been one name that he was too scared to call to, no matter how desperate he got to reunite with his family.

Five had told him all about the upcoming apocalypse and how they were all going to die, but it did nothing to fill Luther with the fire and panic that it had the first time. His brother suddenly dropping into his life to announce the same thing that he had the first time, that they had been unable to stop, was old hat. He had simply pushed the appearing thirteen-year-old out of the club and told him that he wanted nothing to do with any world-saving events.

When he had come back, he had been able to distract himself with his job once more. Apparently someone had gotten really drunk and decided that it would be a wonderful idea to talk to the most powerful man in the entire city about Communists. Jack was getting fidgety as he tried to attend to his business but was stopped time and time again by the customer, so Luther took care of him before things could get ugly. Luther didn’t like dealing with the cops in the past, he had found out back when he was homeless and trying to get money to catch a bus to the Academy.

He shook that memory out of his head as he finished depositing the man onto the curb. He gave him a strict warning to go home and not come back until he had learned a little decorum, even though the man probably only understood the first half.

Luther patrolled the edge of the main room inside to make sure that no one else was causing any trouble before he stopped back by his boss. He noticed a wallet laying on the floor, and when he opened it the ID was for the man that he had just removed. He quickly excused himself and then stepped out so that he could return the lost property and hopefully avoid having to deal with him again.

By the time that he got outside again, a blue car was pulling up next to the phonebox across the street. 

His breath was stolen from his lungs as he saw the one person that he had been trying as hard as he could to drive entirely out of his mind. He felt a pinprick somewhere deep underneath his ribs and a tickle in the back of his throat as so many memories of being a teenager and stranded alone on the moon came rushing back to him all at once. He had been so desperate for any kind of human connection that he had begun to near-hallucinate it whenever he wasn’t doing the work that his father had sent him up there to do.

The one person that had occurred more than all of the others hadn’t been the one that he was expecting. He had kept his sights on Allison his entire teenagerhood and even a little bit after that. He had only really begun to let the idea of them being together forever leave him when he read about her marriage in a magazine. It had hurt, but he had moved on easily.

He had thought about his brothers a fair bit too. Five’s disappearance had so many unknowns tacked onto it that it had seemed the most likely for him to be the next person that Luther saw until he got to come home. He and Diego hated each other, so the only thing that he could have hoped from his ex-number two was a scathing letter or a phone call to make fun of him. Klaus was usually out of his mind on whatever he could get his hands on so it was unlikely for either of them to be able to hold a real conversation. Ben was dead so every thought of him reaching out to Luther was met with tears and old grief.

Viktor, though, was the person that his mind had gone to most often. They were the last two to be living in the house. Klaus came back every now and again so that he could steal something or have somewhere warm to sleep, but the time between his visits got longer every time. Diego and Allison had already moved out to start careers. Viktor had been a lot slower to move out because he had to take some time to get a good score on several of the required exams to get into college. Once he had passed them he moved away to a dorm on campus somewhere in New York, but he would always come back for the holidays.

Since everyone else was gone and it was only them in the house on breaks, they slowly grew closer together. It started with their mutual love of music. Luther would put on one of his records and they would sit together while studying and listen. Then he would sit on Viktor’s chair with a book spread out on his desk and study while Viktor practiced whatever performance piece his professors had assigned him for that semester. Eventually they were able to move on to having conversations that weren’t awkward and forced the way that they had been when they were younger. 

Viktor was shy and nervous and Luther was socially ignorant and awkward, which resulted in a couple of miscommunications and hurdles that they had to overcome. The surprising part was that they had been able to actually do it, growing closer as friends. It had never felt like they were siblings in the same way that Luther had felt towards Five, Ben or even Diego.

The superhero had tried to ignore those feelings, to shove them so far down into his throat and stomach that they were nonexistent. It had obviously not worked since they all came rushing back to him as soon as he saw Viktor step out of the car on the other side of the street. 

Half of him was relieved that Viktor was alright and the other half was furious that he had managed to avoid thinking about his feelings for the other man for so long. When he had been on the moon it was easy to fantasize and let his mind run free about a myriad of things, and it was easy to let the resentment grow when he was seeing Viktor and trying to stop the end of the world. Especially since Viktor was running around with that serial killer back then.

He stepped forward in a burst of energy, tempted to find out where the other man had been and why he had never come to the alley. Luther had been there often enough that they would have crossed paths a couple of times if he had. He stopped himself before his foot was even on the curb as he saw Viktor slowly lift the man into the car and then drive away.

Even from as far as he was, he could see those warm brown eyes flicker over him for just a second before the engine turned over and they were gone. Something about being passed over in the way he was, like he was a ghost only Klaus could interact with, made the prickling pain at the bottom of his lungs even worse than it had been before.

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The wallet was the one way that he was going to see Viktor again, he knew that. It had been left on the man that was bothering his boss, Luther had quickly figured out that his name was Carl Cooper by examining his ID. He got the day off after his morning run and a couple of training maneuvers to make sure he stayed in shape. He took his car to the edge of Dallas and then slowly began to make his way towards the farm country. He was purposefully driving under the speed limit to try and draw out the experience as much as he could.

He didn’t know what was going to be waiting for him when he finally arrived and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to figure it out. He knew that Viktor had been through a lot in his life, the explosion that caused the apocalypse was proof of that. So much had changed for himself though, that he wasn’t sure Viktor would even feel the same way that he had back then. 

No matter how slow he drove, he was going to end up at the farm eventually. He pulled down a long packed dirt driveway until he reached two old growth trees on either side of the path. There had been tall grass and shrubs almost obscuring the entrance, but he had found it anyway. The trees split to reveal a quaint looking set up. 

There was a sizeable farmhouse planted at the end of the driveway with a huge washing line out in the front yard. Next to it was a massive barn that led out to a cow pasture where the animals were milling about and grazing. On the other side of the house, peaking out at the casual observer from between sheets and shirts, was a vegetable garden complete with deer proofing. It was quaint and comfortable in a way that Viktor would fit right in with, since he had never seemed to thrive in the busy environment of The City.

Luther turned off the car and then stepped out of the car as he began to scan for people. He noticed the familiar head of brown hair next to the fence closest to the house. Viktor had a ring of wire looped over his arm as he took down the broken material from the fence to replace, stooped forward and paying careful attention to what he was doing.

Luther stepped forward as he prepared to call out for him, but then stopped when he saw a little boy run up to him. The kid couldn’t have been older than eight-years-old. He had a head full of shaggy brown hair cut into the same style as Viktor’s and he was wearing a pair of jeans with a white button up that cut off at his upper arms.

He rushed up to Viktor and then grabbed his arm, tugging him in the other direction. Luther whished that he was able to hear what they were saying as words were exchanged and Viktor shook his head. Eventually the man relented and set the wire and tools down on the ground. He turned towards Luther but apparently didn’t see him as he placed his hand over his eyes and began to count. The boy sprinted off into the barn immediately after the action began.

Viktor finished and then turned in a small circle as he surveyed everything around him. He then stepped towards the barn with what looked like a smile, as far as Luther could see with his mediocre eyesight. As soon as he had his back fully turned to where the other hero had parked the car, Luther felt himself being drawn forward.

The way that the sun was cascading down from the clouds and shining in Viktor’s dark hair was romantic and enthralling in a way that made Luther’s heartbeat pick up in his chest. It brought with it the same aching pain that he had been dealing with since the day before. Something in the back of his throat tickled against his soft palet, uncomfortable and strange.

He stopped walking for a second to turn his head and hack into his fist. He tasted the coppery heat of blood before he realized that something had peeled up his throat and fully into his mouth. He reached two fingers under his tongue and removed a blue petal. It was small enough that it fit on the end of his finger and was rounded in shape. 

He tried not to think anything of it as he let it drop down to the ground and continued on his way. The metal of the gun that he had hidden between his undershirts and belt was heavy against his back. The wallet in his hand was even heavier since it was the only link that he had to Viktor other than the memories of the time that they had shared together.

“Can I help you?”

He hadn’t even realized that he had gotten to the edge of the barn until he was being addressed. He felt something jump in the back of his throat and the tickling returned. He easily ignored it, trained to do so even in the face of extreme pain thanks to all of his time under his father’s tyrannical rule. “Viktor?” he asked.

It felt stupid to do that when he had already had that confirmed for him. He would have been able to recognise the other man even with his eyes covered and a fog covering the town. They had spent so much time together and his heart had reached out to the other enough that it was a no brainer.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” the smaller of the two asked. His eyebrows were pinched together like they always got when he was struggling with his schoolwork or with a concept that Grace wasn’t explaining very well.

Something inside of his chest broken into a thousand pieces. He forced that down until it was almost gone. This wasn’t about the fantasies that he had allowed himself on the moon, it was about saving the life he had come to greatly enjoy and saving Five a headache in the future. The prickling in the back of his throat became harder and harder for him to ignore until he had to turn to the side and cough twice, which dislodged what he was assuming were another two petals from his lungs. 

“Do you really not recognize me? I didn’t think that it had been that long,” he huffed. He was trying to look at his adoptive sibling’s face a little bit closer now that they were standing two yards apart. For a moment he wondered if Viktor had found a husband and then had a child, if the little boy that he had seen earlier was actually Viktor’s. That didn’t make a lot of sense given the fact that Viktor was reacting to his chosen name without panic and they were living in a time when that would have gotten him immediately sent to a mental hospital.

He raised up one of his hands to brush his fingers through his long hair. He used to do it when he had bangs and they were beginning to brush against the tops of his eyelashes. His hair had grown out since they had last seen each other or his last haircut, hanging further down on his forehead and around his ears than it usually did. The motion allowed for Luther to be overcome with nostalgia for a time that they would never get back and see something very telling.

It was a medical alert bracelet, of which he had become very familiar with when he had to train with them to help with disaster triage. It was an older model and wasn’t as familiar to him as the newer ones were, but the codes on it were still the same. There was a small metal plaque that was about half an inch wide and striped with white and red color in quarter inch intervals. Engraved in thick black letters was the message that rocked him down to his core: H-PS.

“I’m sorry, there are a lot of things that I don’t remember right now,” Viktor apologized as he shifted awkwardly. There was a sound from the other side of the barn as one of the doors was yanked open to reveal a woman. She had the same color blond hair as the boy had, elegantly formed into ringlets but messily tied back from her face. She was wearing a pair of work jeans and a flannel with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

She startled when she saw that they were in the structure as well and quickly made her way over to them. “Viktor, who is this?” she asked.

“Someone from my past apparently. Sorry for getting distracted, I know the fence needs to be mended but Harlan asked to play hide and seek,” he explained.

“It’s fine, I know that boy is impossible to say no to. Why don’t you go and bring him to the pond? I’ll finish up here,” she smiled warmly at him. Luther noticed the way that she touched his adoptive brother’s arm and how the skin around her eyes crinkled affectionately.

Jealousy flared inside of him for just a moment before he rejected even the idea that he could have that kind of love or adoration for the other man. Viktor was the one that had cost him his chance with Allison and gotten him stuck in the sixties. He was supposed to hate him.

“I can finish up with the fence,” Viktor objected.

She shook her head. “I would much rather you play with Harlan if he’s in the mood for it. I want to encourage him reaching out to people and you’re his favorite person right now.”

Viktor’s eyes flit towards Luther for just a moment before he nodded and peeled off to go find the boy he had been playing with earlier. The other two people in the barn waited quietly and patiently for him to leave before the woman spoke again. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. She was rather scary when she spoke like that despite being calm and kind when she was addressing Viktor.

“I found a wallet in the bar that I work at with the address for this location. I just so happened to also know Viktor,” he replied awkwardly. He knew that he couldn’t explain the real relationship that they had to each other since their father hadn’t believed him when he had traveled up to New York to explain himself. It also sounded absolutely ridiculous to a person in the past, something he was learning the more he got into the minds of the people around him.

She sighed and then held out her hand. “That would be my husband Carl’s. I should thank you for bringing it back but you put my ranch hand in serious danger so I don’t know why I should.”

Luther felt his brows furrow together. He wanted to scream at the woman in front of him, get her to tell him what had happened to Viktor and then whisk the other man away to where their siblings were. Despite the fact that he had been very happy in his life, the idea of Viktor had been brewing in his head for almost twenty four hours and he wasn’t very eager to let it go now that he was so close.

“What do you mean by that?”

She pursed her lips like she wanted to say something nasty but then explained, “I’m going to assume that you’re not from around here. Texas doesn’t allow people to tell H patients that they’ve been through the surgery or have the disease. It’s too likely to make them remember who they loved and get it back.”

“V-Viktor had Hanahaki?” Luther asked, his eyes widening. The blue peony petal and prickling in his lungs flashed forward in his mind before he forced it back. His chest ached.

“I… I found him a month ago because I accidentally hit him with my car. He got up like he was fine but then he started coughing and…” she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side like that was somehow going to make her memories go away. “I’ve encountered quite a few people with flowers but never with that many.”

“He was in the late stages of it, then?” Luther asked. He wondered how Viktor had managed to hide it from them the entire time that they were trying to stop the end of the world after their father had died. For a moment, he also wondered what that serial killer Viktor had been involved with had thought of him having Hanahaki. 

It was something that was fairly stigmatized in the time that they had come from. It was becoming more and more rare with the further that LGBT rights came, as well as the Loving court decision. When people were no longer expected to marry inside of their own classes and races, the opposite sex, or those that their parents had approved of there was a noticeable decrease in those that had Hanahaki. That meant that people were usually looked down on if they managed to contract the disease and weren’t treating it with either therapy or surgery. 

“We had to get him to a hospital and by the time that we did they just took him back to surgery. It was the only way to save him. But that also means that you can’t be around him if he doesn’t remember you. The seeds were taken out so that he would forget you for a reason,” she waggled her finger at him like he was a misbehaving child.

“How much of his life does he remember?” Luther questioned immediately. The idea that Viktor could have had any form of love strong enough to give him Hanahaki was so foreign to him that he could barely process it. He had to get as much information about his brother as he could before he was shepherded off of the land.

She sighed. “He doesn’t remember basically anything. He knew his name and that he liked to play the violin. He remembers having a mom and what she looked like. That’s it. He doesn’t have any memories about holidays or siblings or a father. He said that he went to college and taught at a theater for a while in New York. I don’t know how much of that is true and how much of it is assumption from bits and pieces that he has leftover.”

“It’s true,” Luther nodded forlornly. Something about it was eating him from the inside out in a way that it shouldn’t have been. He shouldn’t have any feelings about Number Seven other than disdain and dismissal. Even after deprogramming himself of a lot of the things that Reginald had spoon fed him he should have had no strong feelings about Viktor outside of the disapproval at the starting of the end of the world.

He turned around like he was getting ready to leave but then paused. “If some other members of the family come to visit him, you should try letting them. Particularly a young looking kid with brown hair. It could really help him.”

Luther didn’t stick around to hear what she might have to say. He had completely forgotten that the standard in a lot of the southern and western states in the sixties for Hanahaki recovery patients was to keep the object of their repressed affections away from them. The prevailing theory in their current decade was that the disease couldn’t increase if they weren’t constantly having to deal with the feelings they were trying to ignore. Luther vaguely remembered Pogo mentioning something about the phrase ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ when he was explaining why it was a bad idea.

He collapsed down behind the wheel of his car and leaned his head back against the headrest. He was trying his best not to let any tears fall down his face despite them trying their best to escape. He shouldn’t be feeling anything but disdain for Viktor, he knew that. Yet somehow, seeing the other man with a smile on his face and love in his eyes made his entire body hurt.

He pushed down the well of emotions that lived in his throat and tried to ignore the handful of blue petals growing larger in the cupholder as he drove back into town to go back to work.

[zgvlt]

Hello again, this is the same anon from here

Honestly any fanfic would do, a series or one shot that seems to have really good writing. I've been trying to look for well written one shots for awhile on tumblr. My friend on here actually introduced me to your blog, they speak very highly of you. But other than your blog I did find people who write in detail but they're from another fandom sadly:(

A questio, do you know the self aware twisted wonderland AU? It's a very interesting AU. You should see the one shots made for the AU although they don't write in detail as much but their ideas for said AU is very interesting, nowadays most of the things being posted about the AU is all about writing letters to your favorite characters instead of one shots so that's why I was hoping you could give me a few recommendations:)

ohhhh i think i understand better now yes. and yes, i know about the self-aware AU! it was popular in the mysmes fandom too haha, it's a fun au for any game. i think a couple of writers have done their take on it so i don't really know who you're referring to or who did it first haha

regardless i guess i'll recommend fics (and honestly? just writers) i personally enjoy, and you can see if they're to your taste as well! or you can scroll through their masterlists yourself! and also this is my opportunity to talk about my talented mutuals oopsies

sorry for the tags pls forgive me hehe 🤗

i already talked about this in a post a few months ago, but i love anything written by @traumxrei-archive !! one of trau's leona fics titled "the shape of one's heart" is an easy new favorite of mine, i love character studies so much and screams and falls into a pit. and speaking of series! trau has a mini series based on fairy gala, fittingly named "the fairy gala collection"... and then and then just... trau's fics <3 heart eyes only!!

these are short but intimate... which makes sense because "fondness found amongst fleeting intimacy" [part 1 w/ idia, vil, mal, crewel] [part 2 w/ savanaclaw boys] by @twsthearts i just think about them every so often, the title itself enraptured me and i was just compelled to read and i had no regrets knox if u see this i adore ur writing sm i always feel like i'm reading one of my poetry books or the diaries of novelists excerpts from your works feel like they belong on a book, and then a pinterest girlie will be so in love they'll scan it and post it on their board

@twstedstoryshop hi okay so i'm going to admit i haven't finished shopkeep's full catalogue yet but i'm going to say "convenient marriage" (deuce historical AU) is probably my favorite bc i just... historical AUs, but i also enjoy "funny thing called fate" (azul soulmate AU) because i'm predictable and I think soulmate AUs are the best!!

@kaiijo ying...!!! such charming writing...! "magnetic" (azul frenemies to lovers) might be to your taste! although i am a simple human and the love triangle [part 1] [part 2] ones are my favorites dreamy sighing

i haven't actually read any of these yet (bc i want to binge all of them in one day oops) but since you mentioned series of one shots i thought of "the who does the prefect like" collab bc some of my (again, talented!) mutuals are participating in it i think it's worth checking out!

these are all i can think of right now off the top of my head that you might enjoy but if i think of more i'll reblog this!

anyway to whoever else is reading this feel free to recommend me some fics as well because i have not been reading a lot of fanfic lately hjsjsjsd i haven't had the time to finish my mutuals masterlists cries +++

i would love to follow more people ahhhh give me your recs &lt;3

[gatefleet]

Sparring Sessions

Stargate: Atlantis; Ronon Dex, Teal'c, John Sheppard.

Word Count: 374

(T)W: Fighting (Sparring), Bet taking

Request: No

A/N: Sutoritaimu Archive

Atlantis rarely had horrendous weather conditions, when it did it was rare that anyone could even stand on the balconies.  Training exercises tended to be indoors, which meant that your work was placed in temporary hold until conditions were better to proceed.  You decided, since it was a crappy weather day, to head to the sparring gym and work on your self-defence (after all, you never knew when you were going to be attacked while on expedition.   Especially when you were part of a team which involved McKay and Ronon.  Neither had very good “people skills” and tended to be the reason for your team to be in trouble with local and the wraith.

When you arrived at the training room, you were surprised by the sounds of kendo sticks which were echoing around the room and the surrounding corridors.  When you looked in you were not surprised to see Ronon already there, but you did not expect to see Teal’c in Atlantis, never mind in the sparring room with Ronon.  It looked like both were out to outdo the other, and neither looked as though they were tiring or going to give up soon.  You watched them “duel” for a while, then decided that it was better to try and break up the mini war than allow it to continue any more.

When Major Sheppard arrived at the training room, you expected him to intervene and break up the two men.  He didn’t.  What he did do, however, was ask how long they had been at it and what the score was.  You responded with a firm “no clue” to both of his questions.

It wasn’t long before a crowd gathered, it took even less time for Sheppard to become a “bookie”.  Soon the training room looked as though walls didn’t exist there were that many people gathered to watch the two men fight.  You had no idea just how many people were on Atlantis until that moment.  When Lt. Carter showed up, Major Sheppard was quick to pretend he had not been taking bets on who would win or how much longer Ronon or Teal’c would last and was quick to try and appear to break up the boys and the crowd.

GIF Credit: @samantha-carter-is-my-muse

Tag list: @make-me-imagine

[sunsethw4]

I posted 674 times in 2022

That's 440 more posts than 2021!

356 posts created (53%)

318 posts reblogged (47%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@zgvlt

@traumxrei-archive

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@memories

@sunsethw4

I tagged 650 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#fabu’s rbs - 255 posts

#twisted wonderland - 221 posts

#fabu’s talks - 207 posts

#ikemen prince - 88 posts

#ikemen series - 76 posts

#moots &lt;3 - 68 posts

#twst - 64 posts

#ikeprin - 56 posts

#cybird - 56 posts

#not twst related - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#i could have continued to express my feelings about him but i think that’s enough for today

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

TWST INCORRECT QUOTES 11

ace, deuce and y/n: AWWWWEE

y/n: we’re d d driving in a

ace: CAR destination mostro lounge

y/n: BAR pass the mic right over to DEUCE

y/n: … we forgot deuce

ace: but we can’t turn back ‘cause we’ve gone to far

y/n: we have to turn back tho, w-we can’t leave him

y/n: it was a good rhyme though

deuce, alone in ramshackle dorm: guys?

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#4

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*lilia teaching teaching baby mal qualities that will make him a good ruler in the future*

lilia: respect, power–

baby malleus: BANANA :D

lilia: …. BANANA >:D

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TWST INCORRECT QUOTES O5

y/n: croissants? dropped

ace: road? works ahead

deuce: bbq sauce? on my tiddies

jack: shavacado? fre

epel: miss keisha? fucking dead

sebek: …

sebek, grumpy: i didn’t understand a single word of that and i hate every single one of you

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#2

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*at the mostro lounge*

floyd: let me raise a toast to the fishy i love most in the whooooole wooorld

y/n: please don’t say my name, please don’t say my name

floyd: shrimpy <3

y/n: *sigh*

2,870 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

TWST INCORRECT QUOTES 1O

jade: floyd isn’t answering his phone

y/n: i’ll call

azul: jade and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

floyd: SHRIMPYYYYYYY

jade and azul: (￣—￣)

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[2001hz]

W&LT Fall/Winter 'Avatar' By: Walter van Beriendonck (1997-1998)

WILD AND LETHAL TRASH F/W 97-98 Collection, Walter would showcase the life like 'Puk-Puk', latex garments, cyber punks, robotic head pieces, alienated designs, mix of Y2K and some electronic techno and rock music for the ears.

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

down pounding my head against the kitchen floor

by lovemurderone

after his meltdown in the beginning of 3x11, jamie opens up to ted a little.

Words: 1437, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Ted Lasso, mentions of beard roy trent james sr and sharon

Relationships: Ted Lasso & Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, quick mentions of tedtrent

Additional Tags: nebulously post-3x11, Trans Jamie Tartt, hes also autistic + adhd <3, Hurt/Comfort, i guess, basically jamie just opens up abt what happened w roy, and spills about amsterdam bc i couldn’t resist, potentially ooc im trying my best, no beta we die like Earl

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47432575

[cmanateesto]

Whiskey Rebellion: A Frivolous Affair?

The United States was founded and the Militias delayed development. The militias incorporated the same level of resistance as they did prior. This was in protest of a Whiskey Tax. Without context, it seems like a frivolous affair. Public schools teach it in this manner without examining the context. I was also told the militia died down with little incident, which was a blatant lie. 

After the United States won its independence, it incurred a war debt. Several war debts actually. This tab had debts that included France, the Netherlands, and Spain. Alexander Hamilton proposed consolidating the debt into a single fund. While that made keeping track of the debt easier it still left the United States with $54 million worth of debt.

 Elson, Bob. "Foreign Aid." History of the United States of America. Kathy Leigh. New York: The MacMillan Company, 1904. 275-279. Web. &lt;http://www.usahistory.info/Revolution/foreign-aid.html>. 

Chernow, Ron (2004). Alexander Hamilton. New York: Penguin Press. ISBN 978-1-59420-009-0. OCLC 53083988 – via Internet Archive.

How would they cover this fiscal gap? That’s where the Whiskey Tax would come in. It was a tax on all distilled hard liquor, but Whiskey was the main product. It was an accessible product to many farmers. They produce the Whiskey with surplus barley, wheat, or corn. Many farmers in the western frontiers produced this and used it in absence of the dollar. 

Taxes were already a hot button for many Americans due to previous experiences. Hamilton’s argument that Whiskey was a Luxury Tax, thus would be the most difficult tax to contend with. 

One problem is, Whiskey wasn’t a luxury product. I know, let me explain. Upon rescinding dependency on Great Britain, that meant getting rid of their currency. So what would they use in place of that? The American dollar would stand in place of the pound. The U.S. was a new nation and that meant they would have to print enough money. Enough money so that it can be a currency and flow to the entire economy, not select parts. The problem was that the dollars weren’t getting to everyone fast enough. So does that mean farmers out west would sit and wait until they get their money? No. They would use this hard liquor as a form of currency while they waited. This is a practice often used in hard times when financial institutions are absent.

 Hogeland, William (2006). The whiskey rebellion : George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, and the frontier rebels who challenged America's newfound sovereignty. New York: Simon & Schuster. ISBN 978-0-7432-5491-5. OCLC 1036919582 – via Internet Archive. 

Armitage, S. (2020, January 31). How Vodka Became a Currency in Russia. Atlas Obscura. Retrieved November 17, 2022, from https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/vodka-currency-russia

 When Congress passed the Whiskey Excise Tax, they didn’t take into account how early it was for the country. The country had yet to establish itself to all citizens. It was easy to think that America was ready if you were in a developed region like Boston or New York. They failed to take into account the Western farmers in Pennsylvania or Virginia. 

When the bill passed, if you wanted your distilled liquor to be legal you had to register. This registration already causes two obstacles for farmers. It was a financial and an obstacle of time. The time and distance it took for farmers to mail or travel to a Federal Courthouse were astronomical. Mailing it would take the same amount of time or longer. I also mention that they use whiskey in absence of the government's provision of currency. It was not a luxury product as Alexander Hamilton would argue. 

"We should take time here to understand exactly what these new taxes meant to the farmer-distillers of the time--these guys didn’t have any cash. 

They might have been making a decent living, but many, indeed, most transactions at that time were conducted by barter. It’s a grand way to do business: Pop into the town center with a few quarts of whiskey, trade one to the local seamstress in return for a new dress for the missus, another to the fishmonger who will supply you with dinner for the next four Fridays, and when the landlord is passing by, maybe you can persuade him to take a gallon of your finest whiskey in lieu of a few months rent. The scene and the amounts are merely hypothetical, but it gives you a rough idea of why the farmers had empty pockets."

Regan, G., & Regan, M. H. (2020). American Whiskey History. American Whiskey Trail. Retrieved November 17, 2022, from https://americanwhiskeytrail.distilledspirits.org/american-whiskey-history

 Under the conditions of the bill, the more whiskey you distilled, the lower your taxes were. The less whiskey you distilled, the higher your taxes were. If this was a bill that aimed to pay off the war debt wouldn’t it make more sense to tax a higher quantity of whiskey?

Some concessions would come. I.E: a higher tax on liquor distilled from imported products as opposed to local raw products. The distilleries were in favor of this bill when it passed so it didn't seem to affect them much at all. The question then is: did rural production exceed industrial production? Did it warrant focusing on rural output over industrial output?

This moment defines the priorities Hamilton and men like him. Representatives voiced their concerns to Congress in regards to the tax. Hamilton branded them radical Anti-Federalists instead of addressing the issue. Hmm...so avoiding the question is also an American past time?

Library of Congress. (1994). A Century of Lawmaking for a New Nation: U.S. Congressional Documents and Debates, 1774 - 1875. Retrieved November 17, 2022, from https://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/ampage?collId=llsp&fileName=009/llsp009.db&recNum=156 

 Holt, Wythe (January 6, 2004). "The Whiskey Rebellion of 1794: A Democratic Working-Class Insurrection" (PDF). University of Georgia. Archived from the original (PDF) on September 25, 2011.

Gale Encyclopedia of U.S. Economic History. (2018, May 18). ." Gale encyclopedia of u.s. economic history. . encyclopedia.com. 15 Nov. 2022 . Encyclopedia.com. Retrieved November 17, 2022, from https://www.encyclopedia.com/history/united-states-and-canada/us-history/whiskey-rebellion Slaughter, Thomas P. (1986). The Whiskey Rebellion: Frontier Epilogue to the American Revolution. Oxford: Oxford University Press. ISBN 978-0-19-977187-5. OCLC 770873834.

Washington did send diplomats to de-escalate the situation. We've already reviewed Hamilton's opinion and many Federalists shared the sentiment. This was a majority of Washington's party despite his disdain for factionalism. The Conditions laid for the people were:

A. Accept this Whiskey Excise Tax. 

B. The Federal Government sends a standing Army to put down the insurrections. 

There was a reason to do this. Tax Collectors were being kidnapped, tarred, and feathered like before the Revolution. There isn't a reason to deny the necessity for using a standing Army, but there were moderate voices. 

There was enough civility on both fronts where diplomacy was an option. The Federalists adopted a belligerent and provocative attitude. Hamilton also favored searching and seizing people's homes for enforcement purposes. 

Hmmm...I recall a certain Bill of Rights that had something to say about that? I don't know. Your scalp gets really itchy pondering the history behind these Amendments.

 Many of the militia who would harass the Feds fled further west. These lands would become Tennessee and Kentucky. The lack of capital offense execution disappointed Hamilton...of course it did. They captured 18 rebels, two convicted of high treason. Turns out the people they captured weren't even the actual leaders of the rebellion. Washington would pardon them instead of letting them hang. 

 Craughwell, Thomas J.; Phelps, M. William (2008). Failures of the Presidents: From the Whiskey Rebellion and War of 1812 to the Bay of Pigs and War in Iraq. Fair Winds Press. p. 22. ISBN 978-1-61673-431-2.

Some schools say this was an event that empowered the Federal Government. I would argue this move only weakened the Federal Government. The Revolution occurred with the understanding that Great Britain didn't respect their autonomy. Common people rejected the monarchy because it taxed them without consideration. Now the United States was pushing a tax that sabotaged rural communities. 

At this point in history, it was no longer endorsed by the people who helped it form. It discarded its popular support by enslaving itself to the whims of radicals. Radicals who were only willing to give concession to total submission. This left no room for conciliation or compromise between the conflicting parties. With those who supported the Whiskey Excise versus those that didn't, it is an epitome. More so than the American Civil War where slavery is often the scapegoat. This distracts from the true conflict between two kinds of American people: rich and poor. The haves and have-nots.

[beardedmrbean]

May 16 (UPI) -- Chicago Mayor Lori Lightfoot has imposed a limited curfew banning unaccompanied minors from the city's Millennium Park after a 16-year-old was shot dead there over the weekend.

The mayor announced the curfew in a statement Sunday explaining the curfew will run from Thursday through May 22 to keep unaccompanied minors out of the park after 6 p.m.

"This new policy will be strictly enforced and violations will be dealt with swiftly," she said.

The city will be working with local school systems to explain the new policy to students while its police department will seek to expedite gun traces for firearms found in possession of minors to bring charges against adults who provided them with the weapons, she said.

"I am calling on all parents, guardians and caring adults to step up at this moment and do whatever it takes to prevent a tragedy like this from happening again and to encourage appropriate behavior when our young people gather anywhere in this great city of ours," she said. "We all must model and enforce the respect and peace we expect from our young people at all times."

The curfew was imposed in response to the shooting death of a 16-year-old boy in the park on Saturday night.

The child has been identified by the Cook County Medical Examiner's Office as Seandell Holliday.

RELATED One dead, four critically injured in shooting at California church

Police said Holliday was shot in the chest at around 7:30 p.m. Saturday near the "Cloud Gate" sculpture referred to locally as "The Bean" in downtown Chicago with two people being taken into police custody in connection. Hours later, two men among a group of people were also shot by two male juveniles who opened fire into the crowd, leaving one in critical condition.

The shootings occurred during a violent weekend in the United States that saw 10 people killed in a mass shooting at a Buffalo grocery store, two people killed and three others wounded in a shooting at a Houston flea market and one person dead and four critically injured at a California church.

The Gun Violence Archive, which tracks gun violence across the United States, said that as of Sunday there have been more than 200 mass shootings in the country for the year. It also said the United States has also reached 20,000 fatal and non-fatal shootings in 2022, resulting in the deaths of more than 2,000 children and teenagers.

RELATED Biden stresses police funding funding on National Peace Officers' Memorial Service

"This has to stop," Illinois Lt. Gov. Juliana Stratton said in a tweet. "Millennium Park in Chicago. A grocery store in Buffalo -- motivated by racism and hate. A flea market in Houston. Now a church in Laguna woods. Enough is enough. We must do everything we can to [end gun violence]."

[madstronaut]

guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.” 

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet. 

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.” 

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench. 

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. 

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place. 

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled. 

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim,  COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.  

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie 

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue 

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you. 

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial. 

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always. 

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard. 

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat. 

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. 

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts 

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older. 

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

 “It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3 

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF