#was SO excited 2 see the rays. i have not seen one of those in the wild in sooooo long

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

sea creatures :]

[neon-junkie]

Fractured

Summary: Tech's recent injury has led him to your Medical Bay, and despite you being excellent at your job, Tech needs additional assistance with easing the pain. You have something fun in mind.

Pairing: Tech x gn!Reader

Tags: Medical assistance, Fractured bones, Medic Reader, Friends to lovers, Oral (giving,) Handjobs, Size kink, Cock worship, Large cocks, Flirting, Pain relief.

Word count: 5.1k

Notes: This is set after Episode 1&2 of Season 2. I actually started writing this back when those episodes aired, but then… depression… lol I have never broken/fractured a bone before (alpha genes,) so I have no idea what actually goes on when you break one lol. I did my research, but… IDK, this is probs off, but you're not here for the medical side of things, are you? Also, I like the idea of nerds with big dicks. I don't really care about size IRL, but Tech with an absolute unit of a cock? Yeah, sign me the fuck up!!!

"You got squished like a bug."

"I did not-" Tech cuts himself off. "Like a bug? Please, restrain yourself from making such comedic remarks about my pain and suffering."

With that, Tech lets out a grunt, and you're unsure if it's at your remark, or an outlet from the pain that he's currently in.

Tech was squished like a bug during the last mission. Splat! As you so put it, after Tech explained what exactly happened in that war chest. The force of a thousand suns flattened his poor leg, and his thigh soaked up most of the damage.

That's what he gets for not wearing thigh armour.

That comment didn't go down well, either. However, Tech should know by now that your wit and sarcasm will never fail you. You have, after all, been running with the Batch long before the Clone Wars fizzled out into… whatever this is, The Galactic Empire, and those who opposite it.

If only Hunter would allow you and the others to join the fight…

Back onto the topic. Tech was carried into the Marauder's medical wing, with Echo's assistance, and left on the medical bed for you to check him over. He was hissing and wincing as he pushed himself up onto the table, his hands flexing whilst he gripped onto his thigh, and pleading eyes met yours as he began going over the series of events.

You were stationed with Hunter and Wrecker, seeing as Wrecker is your loyalist customer when it comes to injuries, only Tech has taken you by surprise!

"It's definitely fractured," you state as you dig through your medical kit, finding something exciting to dial down the pain. Tech has stated that he'd prefer to remain awake, which is understandable, seeing as you won't be stitching him up, or worse, cutting him open.

"I assume I'll have to lounge around with a cast on for the next six weeks?" Tech questions, his eyes watching you as you read over a few labels, deciding which drugs to supply.

"Minimum," you say with a soft nod, half-focused on his words. "These will do," you decide, holding the pill bottle in one hand, whilst the other shuts your medical box.

You turn to face Tech, and with a nonchalant expression, you order, "take off your pants."

Tech's eyes blink wide beneath his goggles, and he lets out a sheepish cough before asking, "pardon?"

"I can't do an X-ray with your pants still on, and do you really want your cast applied over those jeans?" you point to his new pants - casual, straight jeans, which surely can't be comfortable to work in?

Forgive him. It's his first time out in the Galaxy, and a newly freed man is bound to make poor decisions. Live and learn, Tech…

"Oh," Tech mutters. "Understood."

You hand him the pill bottle first, along with a glass of water, and give Tech a strict order to take his drugs before stripping off. "I'll give you some privacy, call for me when you're ready," you inform, and leave the medical wing, the door swishing shut behind you.

Sure, you've seen Tech in all sorts of states, almost naked that one time, back when you were new. Wrecker had found it hilarious to fiddle with the refresher's water supply as Tech went to take a shower, and poor Tech, who was rather reserved when first meeting you, had to leave the refresher with only a towel around his waist. He had barked at Wrecker to, "leave the hot water supply alone! Are you attempting to impress our newest member? Or perhaps, make a fool of me? Both? Do you find this amusing?!" blah blah blah…

-

Minutes have passed, and you overhear Tech calling out, "you may come in."

The door swishes open, and you're greeted by Tech in the same position on the medical bed, relaxing back against the headboard. An untidy pile of armour and clothing has appeared on the floor, not that he has the ability to neatly organise them.

Tech remains in just his turtleneck under armour, his fingertips currently running along the neckline, picking at its tightness. He's wearing a standard pair of briefs, nothing enticing, and the hemline thankfully stops above the X-ray zone. Great! You don't fancy having to order Tech to remove those as they're in the way…

As for the last item of clothing, they're-

"Tech," you speak with firmness. "Are those my socks?"

Tech stops picking at his neckline to gawk down at his feet. His wiggles his toes mindlessly as he sheepishly mumbles, "it appears they are."

"Is that so?" you repeat with a raised brow.

Tech's pleading eyes come out again as he meets your gaze. "I could not find a pair of my own this morning, and seeing as we were in a rush, I opted for the next best thing."

Your eyes trail from his to look at your socks once more, the little tookas on them smiling at you. They're fuzzy, warm and snuggly, and not the sort of item that you ever thought you'd see on Tech.

Omega? Perhaps.

Wrecker? Definitely.

But Tech?

"The next best thing," you repeat his words again. "I'm surprised that you picked the tookas over the voorpaks."

Tech scoffs. "Tookas are the obvious choice. Whilst voorpaks may be pleasing to the eye, they're needy, with no consideration for personal space. Tookas, on the other hand, are far more independent animals, with a…" Tech shuts his mouth, and nervously licks his lips before asking, "I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"A sign that the drugs have kicked in," you say with a shrug. "Time to X-ray!"

Tech lets out a defeated sigh, and watches as you set up the X-ray machine. It's a numbing and dull task, but needed, seeing as such a smart man has managed to get himself injured.

The X-ray is taken, and you leave Tech to his own devices as you begin processing the scan at your desk. Whilst you wait for the image to form, you check on a few other things, and in the corner of your eye, you notice how Tech fails to sit still.

His fingertips are running along his neckline again, attempting to find fresh air, even though his under armour has never seemed restricting before. A light glisten of sweat is sitting above his brow, and whenever Tech's hands stray from his neckline, they rest directly on his lap. His fingertips begin fidgeting with the hem of his briefs, only for his eyes to meet yours, and his hands to fall motionless.

"Are you alright?" you question.

"F-fine," Tech mutters. "Just awaiting the results."

With that, the scan is processed, and you hum to yourself as you study it. Tech doesn't look away from you; he studies your reaction, and his shoulders drop with relief as yours do. "It's not as bad as I thought," you state as you rise from your desk. "I'll apply a cast, and unfortunately for you, you'll be bound to the Marauder for the next few weeks."

"Charming," Tech huffs.

You put together a bowl of warm soapy water, and hand it over to Tech, along with a towel. "Give your thigh a good scrub. It'll be the last time it's cleaned until the cast can come off."

Tech follows your orders, and leaves you to begin putting the cast supplies together. He's letting out soft grumbles as he scrubs himself down, not applying much pressure, seeing as bruises have already begun forming.

Within minutes, you're ready, and Tech is attempting to dry his thigh. The bowl of water is discarded, and you softly mutter, "here," as you take the towel from him. "Let me help."

With your order, Tech slowly bends his leg, raising his knee high enough so that you can gently dry the underside of his thigh - a task that he was struggling to do alone. He's still wincing as you dab over the area, but nowhere near as much as he was when tending to himself. It seems you're light on your touch, and Tech is silently thankful for it.

"Keep your leg bent like that," you instruct as you dispose of the towel, and bring your cast supplies over to the workbench.

You gently run your palm over Tech's thigh, questioning if his skin is dry enough to begin the application, and only now do you realise the predicament that you're in.

You're no stranger to Tech's good looks - impeccable cheekbones, a toned chest, nimble fingers, adorable doe eyes, and a hairline so sharp that it can slice through beskar - but the issue is purely that, his good looks. You're attempting to work, and the sensation of your fingertips dancing through the light hair on his tanned thighs is causing quite the distraction.

You scoot your stool over to the medical bed, and adjust the height. Once seated, you let out a deep sigh before beginning your work, attempting to keep your eyes on his forming bruises, rather than allowing it to wander… higher…

Tech looks down at you, quite literally, watching through his tinted goggles as you begin binding his leg, paying special attention to any signs of discomfort - not that he shows any. His fingertips are subconsciously entwining with each other, fidgeting, and attempting to cover up his briefs out of politeness. It's not that you've never seen Tech, or any of the boys in their undies before, but your face is less than half a meter from his crotch, and you're both well aware.

A huff flows from your lips as you fix the soft material in place, the easy part over and done with. Now, it's time to wet the plaster, and apply it one strip at a time - a lengthy process, seeing as you have to wait for each layer to dry before continuing.

As time goes on, you both seem to relax, becoming accustomed to your new-found closeness. Tech even strikes up a light conversation, filling you in on his side of the mission, and speaking highly about the civilian that he met on the way.

"He called me Ace," Tech informs you, "not that I had any issue with it. I found the nickname rather appealing."

Your eyes trail up to meet his, and a soft laugh slips from your lips as you repeat, "Ace?"

"I think it suits me," Tech says with a shrug. "Besides…"

His words continue, shifting into comforting background noise as you do your job. At least Tech is comfortable with you; when you first met, he'd only ever correct you, or information dump on you. Now, you can hold a conversation, seeing as you managed to win him over after correcting him on a minor detail a few weeks into being stationed with the Batch.

The more Tech mutters, the more his form relaxes. His hands move from his lap to adjust his goggles, not that they probably need it, and you can't help but notice something in the corner of your eye.

In hindsight, this was your fault. You shouldn't have looked. You should have kept your focus on your work, and prevented your eyes from prying at Tech's crotch. He is, after all, a grown man sitting in his underwear, with a pretty Medic rubbing their hands along his bare thigh. Tech is a soldier, and it's a known fact that soldiers don't have much leisure time, let alone spare time to do… stuff.

Your lips fall apart, and every circuit in your brain fries within an instant. Your hands, wet and covered in plaster, come to a halt in the middle of a wrap, and all you can focus on is… that.

Tech, after adjusting his goggles, instantly falls silent as he notices that you've come to a halt. He calls out your name, and despite his exceptional mind, it takes him a few moments to realise what's caused you to stop like a deer in the headlights.

"Oh," Tech sheepishly sighs as he puts two and two together. "I…" he stutters, but words fail him. So, thinking on his feet (and fractured leg) he returns his hands to his lap, covering up the issue.

Only now do you realise that you're a karking idiot. Seriously, why did you have to stare?! Why couldn't you have turned away, blushed, and continued working?

You go to apologise, but Tech beats you to it. "I apologise… It's… It's not intentional-" he sputters.

You let out a soft sigh, and shake your head in an attempt to slap some sense into your dense brain. "Tech," you mumble his name, and after blinking heavily, you look up at him.

Tech, with cheeks so bright that they outshine the suns, fails to make eye contact. He's breathing deeply, and mentally questioning if it's possible for him to run away from his problems, even with a half-finished, wet cast around his thigh.

Instead, Tech defends himself even more, seeing as the first option isn't doable. "I have been attempting to control myself this entire time, but it seems my-"

"-Tech," you call out to him again.

Tech finally meets your gaze, but only for a moment. He can't maintain eye contact, he simply can't, that is, until you state something that has his mind spinning in confusion.

"You're huge."

"P-pardon?" Tech sputters, followed by coughing into the back of his hand. That is not what he was expecting to fall from your lips.

You wave your hands defensively, droplets of plaster falling onto the medical bed. "I mean, it's alright, you can't help it," you sputter. Now, you're the one struggling to maintain eye contact, your mind fogging up, clouded with one simple thought.

"Can't help what?" Tech questions. "My erection? Or my size?"

A timid laugh flows from your lips, "I meant your erection, but both, I guess…"

Tech laughs with you, although it's clear that he's nervous. Whatever this is - intimacy, of some form - is new. You're no stranger to light flirting with your boys, and often receiving it in return, but holy Maker. Tech is rock solid, and there is no denying that you're the cause of it; the evidence is right there!

"Well…" Tech's words fall flat, and after adjusting his goggles, he gears up again. Rather than sit in silence, mutually starstruck over the unit sitting in Tech's pants, Tech decides to ramble as much as humanly possible. "…I have chalked my size up as a side effect from my enhancements. There are multiple documented cases that the standard clones all share the same erection size. I am, however, beyond those standards."

"Wait-" you cut him short with a soft laugh. "-There are documented cases of what?"

Tech lets out a chuckle, and shakes his head in awe that he's having to bring this information to light. "It's no secret that we clones have had intimate relationships, and some partners like to… how should I say it? Discuss their experiences with others on the holonet."

You repeat Tech's motions, softly laughing and shaking your head, amazed over this new information. "You mean, people like to jump on the holonet and discuss which Troopers kriff the best?"

"That is one way of putting it, yes."

"Dank farrik," you laugh. You mean, the information that you've been curious about this entire time, has been on the holonet at your disposal? Idiot! Why didn't you simply search for it?

There's no denying that you're attracted to both your squad, and their regular brothers, and as always, curiosity wanders… At least some beings were smart enough to post their findings on the net, along with… whatever else might be on there. You make a mental note to check it out later!

"What were you doing on those sites?" you question, and decide to start working again, seeing as the plaster is slowly drying on your fingertips.

To your surprise, Tech's emotions remain calm as he mindlessly replies, "I was researching my… ahem, abnormality."

"I see…" you conclude. Curious for more, you take a gamble, and up your flirting game. "Has anybody started a thread for Clone Force 99?" you say with a soft purr, causing Tech's ears to perk up as blush begins to form across his cheeks.

"I…" Tech stutters. "Not that I am aware of, no," he says with a nervous chuckle.

Still with wet plaster on your hands, you put on a cheeky grin as you ask, "we could fill in the blank."

Your name comes stumbling out of Tech's mouth as all the heat in his body rises to his cheeks. "You cannot be serious!" He sweats, refusing to maintain eye contact. Nervous hands fiddle with the hemline of his shirt, wringing the fabric tightly in his bare palms, all whilst still attempting to cover up the topic in the room.

"I am," you say with a shrug. "I mean, I've just about seen yours," you gesture to his erection, hidden behind a thin layer of fabric, yet bold enough to make your imagination dance.

"M-Maker," Tech stutters once more. "Where are those pills?"

You laugh as Tech fumbles about with the pill bottle at his side, sliding another one out into the palm of his hand. He doesn't even bother swigging it down with water, dry swallowing the pill like an absolute mad man. "You do know those pills are to ease your pain, right?" you state whilst wrapping another layer around his leg.

"I am certainly in some form of pain. Although I am unsure of the exact type," he sighs, and finally takes a sip of water, correcting his prior mistake.

Biting back a laugh, you suggest, "painfully hard?"

Tech lets out a long and frustrated sigh, meeting your gaze as his shoulders drop in disappointment. "Hilarious," he sarcastically replies, pinching his brow in annoyance.

With a smirk on your lips, you boldly look down at his erection. "It sure seems like you are," you comment, then continue your focus on applying his cast, nearing the end. "You know, sexual pleasure can help ease the pain, and act as a good distraction," you hint, bringing the fact to light. If Tech wants more, then this is his opportunity to take it.

"As delightful as that sounds, penetration would be near impossible in my current state," he gestures to his leg, as if it couldn't be any more obvious.

"There are things that you can do besides penetration, Tech."

Whilst watching you apply the final layer, Tech moves a hand up, fingertips meeting his chin. His brows are furrowed, a sign that he's in deep thought. "You are correct," he hums, before crossing his arms across his chest. "Although I have to question if partaking in such an act will adjust our friendship, and our status within this squad."

"Only if you want it to," you respond, and begin cleaning up, allowing Tech's new cast to dry. "The way I see it, I'm just helping a friend out."

"Well, when you put it like that…" Tech ponders, shifting into deep thought.

Silence fills the air, and yet, you can practically hear Tech's brain ticking away. He's panning everything together, questioning every minor detail, move, motive. Sure, you are helping him out, but wouldn't this lead to other things? Would either of you catch feelings? Have you already caught feelings?

Tech's eyes flick between the pill bottle, and you. He studies you, letting out a soft hum as you tidy up, putting all your equipment away after washing your hands. "I can feel your gaze on me, Tech," you comment, not bothering to look up from your current task.

"Sorry," Tech exhales. "You do have a valid point. This… sexual favour would indeed assist in relieving my pain, yet I cannot accept such a gesture without reciprocating it."

"Let's say that you owe me one, and I can redeem it whenever I see fit," you suggest. You perch yourself on the edge of the medical bed, your form resting against Tech's undamaged thigh. Gently, you tap your fingertips on his cast, testing to see if the material has dried through. "You're all set. So, what do you say?" you offer with a raised brow.

Tech firmly shakes his head in agreement, "I accept your assistance."

"Great," you purr. Your hand comes to rest on his chest, instantly making the man beneath your palm nervous, and he doesn't bother to hide it. "But what do you want me to do, Tech?" you ask, drumming your fingertips against him.

Licking his lips, Tech's eyes wander down to where your hand is resting, before coming up to meet your alluring gaze. "Perhaps you… could possibly…"

"Spit it out," you tut.

"Just… touch me," Tech finally manages to spit his demands out, all whilst looking like he's about to faint. "Your hand alone will be more than suffice," he adds in an apologetic tone, as if he's embarrassed about what has just slipped from his lips.

Eager to see him burst, you ask, "do you want my mouth too?"

"Oh stars."

Tech, the most calm, calculated, and captivating man that you've ever met, is currently turning into putty beneath your fingertips. You've not even touched him, well, at least not in that way, and he looks like he's about to ejaculate at any moment! Maybe it's the pain relief pills that he's taken, or maybe it's because he has a secret crush on you. The answer, you'll never know. All you can do is work with what you've got - a whimpering mess of a man.

"You don't have to answer that yet. Let's just start with my hand," you answer for him. Tech watches through his thick lenses as the hand on his chest begins to trail south, over his lower ribs, across his soft stomach, and now meeting his hips.

Gently, you rest your hand atop of his erection, and Tech just about moans at the minor contact. "I apologise," he sputters, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

"Don't apologise, I want you to be vocal," you coo. "Well, maybe keep it down a bit, unless you want the others over-hearing?"

Tech shakes his head, then returns his eyes to watching the action. Your strokes are gentle, yet firm, the complete opposite of Tech's rising chest. Is he a virgin? Or has it been a while? Either way, you begin matching his pathetic state once his briefs are adjusted, and Tech's cock is finally free.

"Kriff," you whimper, eyeing up Tech in all his glory. Maker, you weren't expecting such a slender man to be packing so much heat! Sure, it looked rather large when hidden behind his briefs, but now it's here, throbbing in your hand.

You begin pumping his length, slow at first, until finding your rhythm. All the while, Tech is a panting mess, his gaze flicking between your expression, and what's happening between his legs. He all about caves when you slowly trail a blob of spit down onto his tip, lubricating his cock as you continue jerking it.

"This is going to be the death of me," Tech pants. His head rolls back to rest on the headboard, whilst his hands come up to hide his face. He groans into his palms, the odd muscle in his body twitching as pleasure washes through him. When Tech finally does remove his hands from his face, his goggles are on a slight tilt, and surprisingly, he doesn't bother fixing them.

"Oh?" you say with a quirked brow. "I can make things much worse."

"Do enlighten me," Tech suggests, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes.

"How about I show you instead?"

All Tech can do is nod eagerly, yet he fails to prepare himself for what's about to come. (Or who's about to come.)

It's an awkward position, but after readjusting yourself to lie on your side, you manage to make do. Tech's eyes widen as you move your mouth closer to his cock, soon introducing your tongue to the tip. He moans your name, followed by a painful wince.

"Stop putting pressure on your thigh," you look up at him, cock in hand. "That defeats the purpose of my assistance."

In hindsight, you should have propped a pillow beneath his ankle, but something was preventing you from thinking rationally!

Tech mumbles a, "sorry," whilst looking at you with pleading eyes. You know what he wants, and who are you to deny it? You continue introducing your tongue to his tip, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the minor contact.

You soon find yourself sucking the tip, your hand working magic on the rest of his shaft. Already, there's an ache in your jaw, and you silently question how you're going to make this fit… No matter, you'll do what you can, and all efforts seem to be highly appreciated by Tech, who is reaching the state of debauchery as every second passes.

Through the chaos of spit and slobber, a tender hand comes out to rest on the back of your head. The other one finds your free hand, and Tech makes an effort to entwining his fingers with yours. You vocalise your appreciation to his gentle gesture by humming, only that causes Tech to stir. The sensation of vibrations running along his cock earns you another series of pathetic whimpers, and you, being the mischievous devil that you are, decide to only make things harder for him.

Slipping his cock from your lips, you continue pumping the shaft whilst your mouth wanders south. You slip one of his balls in your mouth, gently sucking on it. Tech's mind quite literally explodes! The hand on the back of your head grabs a fistful of your hair, although he is careful as to not hurt you. His other hand, however, removes itself from your palm to grip on the edge of the bed, a desperate attempt at steadying himself.

"Easy boy," you coo, before focusing on his other testicle.

"I c-can't…" Tech sputters. "I cannot hold on any longer, please," he whimpers, begging for what?

"Tell me what you need," you instruct.

"T-To finish… inside your mouth, if you'd be s-so kind," Tech blurts out, his thigh muscles twitching with want. So much for helping ease his pain, hm?

Removing your mouth from him, you peer up to meet his gaze. Tech's hair is askew, loose strands hanging forwards against his flushed face. Desperation is clear in his eyes, although it's laced with warmth and admiration. Tech was right, you two aren't just going to be friends after this, and quite honestly, you're fine with that.

"How can I ever deny you?" you flirt, earning a sigh from Tech. That sigh shifts into a moan as you slip your lips over his tip, and work your mouth to its limit.

Your name is on repeat, drifting from Tech's lips like a prayer. In the back of his mind, he's thanking this strange turn of events. If he wasn't in that war chest, then none of this would have happened, and the pain is most definitely worth it.

A few pumps of Tech's shaft, and he loses himself in the warmth of your mouth. Tech has to remove his hand from your hair to bite his knuckles, a poor attempt of silencing his final moans. The Marauder does not have soundproof walls, so you two will need to come up with a story for when you finally decide to enter the medical wing, and regroup with the Batch.

"Thank you," Tech repeats, over and over, panting as if he's just run a marathon. He looks exhausted, yet you're the one doing all the hard work!

After removing your mouth from his tip, you swallow his load, which only causes Tech to fall even deeper into admiration. "How do you feel?" you ask whilst grabbing the glass of water, left forgotten on the workbench besides the medical bed.

"Euphoric," Tech responds without missing a beat. "The pain was worth it," he adds.

"Are you still in pain?" you ask, offering him what's left of the water.

He swiftly responds, "no," before downing the rest. "You seemed to have worked wonders on me," Tech comments.

You let out a soft chuckle, and rise to your feet, eager to get out of the awkward position. After wiping your mouth dry with a towel, you assist in cleaning Tech up, not that he needs it. It's his leg that's fractured, not his cock, but you're too sweet on the poor man. "You need rest," you comment as you tuck his cock away, putting his unit to bed within the confinement of his briefs.

Tech ponders, and only now does he straighten out his wonky goggles. "I have already asked so much of you, but I have one last request."

"Let's hear it?"

"I… require some assistance with getting to my bunk," Tech sheepishly asks, earning a laugh from you.

"Of course I'll help you with that!"

It's quite the task, seeing as Tech has the upper hand when it comes to height, but you manage to help him to his feet, swinging an arm across your neck for extra stability. You turn to leave the medical wing, until something crosses your mind. Gesturing to the pain relief pills, you state, "you'll probably be needing these."

A smug grin creeps over Tech's lips. "Oh, I don't think I will," he flirts. This time, you're the one blushing, yet you agree with his statement.

Hobbling down the Marauder, Tech's cabin soon comes to your reach, and before you know it, you're helping him into bed. Thank the Maker that the others have retired for the night, hopefully none of them heard that!

After removing Tech's shirt, a pillow is placed under his ankle, providing extra comfort throughout the night. You retrieve him a glass of water, re-entering his cabin to see that he's tucked himself under the covers, his goggles lying on the bedside table.

"Do you need anything else?" you offer, soon expecting to be in your own bunk. It has been a long day, and you're oh-so-eager for your own rest.

"Actually, I was thinking…" Tech trails off, which causes you to raise your brow. "Surely you should spend the night here with me? You know, in case I require support throughout the night-"

"-I know what you're hinting at, Tech," you say with a light laugh, shaking your head at him. "You don't need an excuse, but sure, we can use that when the others ask why I'm leaving your cabin tomorrow morning."

Tech chuckles, watching eagerly as you strip down into your underwear, soon joining him in bed. You're greeted by his stretched out arm, offering you a cuddle, which you gladly accept, all whilst keeping his injury in mind.

"Goodnight, Tech," you exhale, resting your hand on his chest as your head finds its place within the curve of his neck.

"Goodnight," Tech repeats, holding you tightly.

"And remember, I owe you…"

[blitzor0de0]

Hihi! Can I pretty please get a Saint Peter x sinner!reader where reader visits heaven with Vaggie and Charlie. Peter and her (or them if readers written as gendernutural) kind of have a love at first sight moment? One shot if possible!

-self proclaimed anon ✖︎

ohoho I know of you anon!! Hopefully this is everything you wanted, made it a life at first sight to a small date between the two !!

cw: none really, brief mention of biblical saint Peter, no y/n used, gn! reader but is referred to as "pretty" once

word count: 1.4k

part 2 part 3 part 4

Holy Ground (Saint Peter x Sinner!Reader)

Now when Charlie suggested that you should join her and Vaggie to visit Heaven.. To say you were surprised would be quite the understatement. You ended up in Hell for a reason so the mere thought of seeing those pearly gates, well it was rather exciting! …And nerve-wracking.

Your belief in Charlie's venture for sinners to be redeemed was an interesting one for sure, a little sceptical, but seeing how enthused and determined the Princess was, well.. You were swayed, and hopefully redemption was on your near future bucket list.

Bidding a quick farewell to your fellow hotel inhabitants you stepped through the portal to face the blinding golden rays of Heaven and its gates.

Dumbfounded, you stared at the exterior, jaw slightly agape not quite fully listening to the couple besides you.

The only thing to break your focus,

“Hiya! Welcome to Heaven. Can I get your name, please?”

Snapping your head in an almost alarming rate to the source of the voice, you found yourself growing increasingly flustered.

The man before you was gorgeous, stunning even.. You weren't even sure if there were any words in the English lexicon to describe the ethereal man before you.

Turquoise eyes, curly blond hair, and an overly cheery, yet silly voice. You had hardly noticed the conversation between Charlie and the keeper of the key.

It was only when Vaggie nudged you with a quirked brow did you regain any sense of normalcy.

In a mild act of bravery you asked his name, it was only polite to do so. With a small surprised expression upon his face alongside a hardly noticeable blush, he went to answer but got interrupted by Sera instead, a small pout taking over his features as the attention was shifted to the two Serafim.

Saint Peter…

His name echoed in your mind. You knew him.. Well of him, one of Jesus’ apostles or something of the sort.. He was a lot different than you expected him to be…

a lot different

You gained a little bit more of intel about him through his song. Overly peppy, charismatic.. a little flirty too, it was rather surprising. Also the moaning during the song.. It felt almost sinful for an angel to do, or so you thought.

So when you, Vaggie, and Charlie split off to venture Heaven’s plaza, you decided it was only fair to scout down the only man who piqued your interest.

Thankfully, he wasn't stationed at his post, opting to reside at the ice cream plaza, sneaking up behind him and spoke a soft “Hi.”

Giggling, you watched him jolt in surprise as he turned to face you, a soft smile growing upon his features.

“Hiya! You're that Sinner accompanying.. Lucifer’s daughter, aren't you? I'm Saint Peter.. though you already know that! You're actually the first person ever to have asked my name at the gates so it took me for quite a surprise!! Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, what's your name?” He rambled.. Cute.

After giving your name to the angel, his smile only grew. “That's a delightful name! How did a pretty thing like you end up in Hell, from what I've seen so far you're up to Heaven's standards.” Peter spoke, subtly flirting.

It was rare for Peter to come in contact with sinners, the thought of how corrupt they must've been in life sent shivers down his spine, but there must've been something different about you.

What you didn't notice when you first arrived were turquoise eyes peering at you from the second your presence was known in Heaven.. Peter was enamoured. Sure everyone in Heaven was hot, he even stated so through song format, but there was a certain sparkle in your eyes when seeing the pearly gates which filled Peter with a sense of pride, his heart almost fluttered.

But then you asked his name.

An act of common courtesy, yet something in Peter’s millennia of existence had never experienced, people were typically so excited with the fact that they made it to Heaven, or wanted to see God, Jesus, a former lover or family member, even Adam. He was just the Keeper of the Key, what did he matter to them?

So asking for his name at the gates, well you may as well have just proposed on the spot, thank the lord he was able to hide his excitement and fluster.

Back to the present, your small blush wasn't unnoticed by the angel, in fact it only egged him on, “Come, sit! Have some ice cream with me, any flavours you prefer, we've got everything here!”

“Everything?” You questioned, taking a seat opposite the angel.

“Mhm! Anything you can imagine we've got. Pistachio, butter pecan, mint choco chip, birthday cake, anything!”

There was that sparkle in your eye again. “Woah..” You spoke breathlessly, “Down in Hell we, uh.. Don't really have ice cream… or anything particularly edible like there was on Earth. In fact I can't even remember the last time I even had ice cream.” You awkwardly laughed, causing Peter’s eyes to widen.

“Seriously?! I had heard things were… forgive my language, rather shitty down there.. But nothing edible?” He looked dumbfounded, how did you survive down there? He quickly perked up. “Well then! I insist, pick as many flavours as you like! My treat.”

“No no, you don't have t-” You were quickly cut off.

“My treat!”

Nodding, you chose the flavours you so desired, and promptly, the sundae glasses were placed in front of the two of you.

Taking your first bite, it was as if you were seeing Heaven… In a figurative sense, you were physically there after all. It was everything you had ever imagined and more.

Peter, watching you with a soft smile, was truly thinking how you ended up in Lucifer's grasp. You were as angelic as it came.

Conversation came easily to the two of you, even explaining the reason for your visit.. Rehabilitation for sinners?

It echoed in Peter's mind. Interesting, very interesting. It was never something that crossed his mind that Hell was overpopulated.

Enthused, stars in his eyes, Peter expressed his encouragement for the three of you. “Seriously? This is huge!! Would add a tonne of workload on me but, if anything, I think the first redeemed soul should be you! You've already shown so much potential, and frankly, I think you deserved to be here in the first place! With the evidence you mentioned Charlie has, there's no doubt that Sera will have to agree! Ooh this is so exciting!” He exclaimed, wings fluttering to match his energy.

“I know! I didn't have a lot of faith in Charlie at the beginning but, that girl is incredibly determined, I won't let this be another failed dream for her, she deserves this..” You spoke fondly, a small sigh escaping your lips before your eyes were filled with shock and realisation of Peter's words.

“Wait. I. What? You seriously think I could manage to get up here? I.. I'm not so sure about that, I haven't really shown any signs of change, or redemption.. I've just been myself the whole time I've been in Hell, well.. besides adapting to, well, everything.”

Peter could only flash you a smile, “Yeah. You deserve it, I'm not sure about these other residents of the hotel you've mentioned, but I'm sure they could make it up here with Charlie's guidance.”

You were stunned, if an important angel like Saint Peter could get on Charlie's side, then it would be no problem getting the Serafim to agree too! Maybe.

“Well, thank you, Peter.. Truly, I'm glad someone here agrees.” You smiled at him, arguably the most genuine smile you had held in your afterlife.

Taking your hand, Peter pressed a small kiss to the back of your hand. “It's no problem at all, anyways, that meeting should be starting soon, right? Best be getting there, Sera isn't fond of late comers.”

Flustered, you stood, holding your hand with your other, a small tingle lingering from his kiss. “R..Right! Well.. Hopefully I'll see you soon, Peter. Thank you”

And with that you left with a little pep in your step, which didn't go unnoticed by Peter, head resting in his hand as he watched you leave.

You made a mental promise to yourself ensuring your path to redemption came before anything else from then on.

[podsn]

⚠️AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS⚠️

Okay so imma talk a bit about this final episode cuz holy shit

So first Ashoka and Sabine are now stranded along with baylan and shin. Holy fuck. They sent Ezra home but now they’re stranded. I have a strong feeling Ahsoka and Sabine are going to grow very close. I genuinely thought they were gonna make it back or Ahsoka was gonna die fighting Morgan but I am glad that did not happen 🤧 I honestly have no predictions for a season 2 rn.

Baylan found statues of what looks to be The Father and The Brother (that’s what I’m going with rn they may not be) No sister but maybe that has something to do with Ahsoka idk. The Father statue also looks to be pointing at a mountain which probably holds the secrets Baylan is searching for.

Shin is going to join up with these samurai raiders. This is going to. Be interesting I feel like she is gonna become one of there leaders like Ezra to the Noti. Not much to say on this cuz it was a very small part of the episode but I did think it was interesting.

I honestly did not expect the whole Morgan becoming a full witch. It was cool to see how they become true nighsisters and how she got The Sword of Talzin. Also her fight with Ahsoka is very cool I’m glad we got that rematch but also Ahsoka is badass for killing Morgan with her own sword.

OKAY so I know there are gonna be a lot of mfs that hate this but SABINE USED THE FORCE. Idk how to feel about this. I think it’s cool and I’m gonna enjoy it and roll with it for now but I will say this. Not every character needs to be a Jedi but this I will say is pretty cool in my opinion ik this will be quite the debate.

I really wish we could have seen more of Baylan this episode especially since I know they are definitely gonna recast him cuz his role clearly isn’t finished. Now that the series is over I will say Ray Stevenson was an amazing actor and deserves so much credit for this role. I’m so sad he never got to see just how much we loved him in this. Rip Ray ❤️

Thrawn trying to get at Ahsoka saying she will become like her master. Ahsoka before this series I believe would have been greatly affected by that statement but after the WBW meeting with Anakin she clearly has so much more confidence in who she is. Very cool to see Ahsoka’s development throughout this series. She has become much more warm and happy it was nice to see her grow.

Also I wonder why Ahsoka says this is where her and Sabine belong? Maybe she is saying it’s like the will of the force that they are here but this is definitely going to be interesting. Now that Thrawn is an immediate danger to The New Republic I believe they will make more of an effort to go get Ahsoka and Sabine but I do think it will be awhile. Though I’m very excited to see how this changes Ahsoka and Sabine as master and apprentice and also to see if they get stronger in the force and stuff especially since those statues of The father and The brother are there. This place clearly has a deep connection to the force.

Chopper instantly knowing it was Ezra 😭❤️ also Hera’s reaction to seeing Ezra again but also now he’s back and Ahsoka and Sabine are gone. These mfs can’t catch a break.

Also then talking about Kanan with huyang 😭 then huyang giving Ezra the one and only replacement to Kanan’s lightsaber. I’m so glad we got some Kanan talk.

Also we got to se MORAI. I was waiting for her to pop up I’m so glad we got to see her since we know she follows Ahsoka wherever she goes even if it’s across the galaxy.

And finally. Holy shit force ghost Anakin. This ain’t WBW Ahsoka’s version of Anakin. This is him. Ahsoka got her final closure with her master. This also may be the last time we see Anakin. If this is the last time we see him I wanna say that Hayden has done such a good job at this character. I genuinely loved watching him on screen.

This is about all I have to say about this episode right now. It was a good finally with one hell of a cliffhanger. I definitely think we are getting a season 2. When? I have no clue imma be honest i have a feeling it’s gonna be a few years but I’ll wait as long as I get more greatness like this series.

This has genuinely become my favorite Star Wars show. Every week had me on the edge of my seat excited for the next episode and I know a lot of others felt the same way. The acting was good. The writing was good. The music was fucking amazing every episode. Great world building, great villains, just overall great storytelling. I’m very excited to see what happens next

[mykatsudon]

hi, have you heard the rumor that apparently a leaker revealed that mappa permanently shelved ice adolescence? i've seen that someone made a petition for mappa to say something about the movie but honestly i really don't think that's going to do anything :( it kinda makes me wanna cry thinking about how or why the franchise ended up this way, it was HUGE and everyone was so excited for the movie and i just know mappa could still make tons of money if they'd ever release it. i'll never stop loving yuri on ice and its fandom but i just can't help but think it deserved so much better.

I have not seen it and I do not usually believe leaked info like that but it feels believable. We're already in the middle of the year. I really don't believe there's a production going on. My common sense tells me that if there were any type of production we would get some type of promotion; posters, merchandise, VA projects, etc. something major is going on/went on in production that's for sure. It's difficult to understand why such a money making IP would do radio silence like this, to the point hey can't even put together a short manga like in welcome to the madness, or do another Sanrio collab, CD drama? anime café? the fact that we're not getting even those says to me this is canned.

As to why the entirety of YOI seems to be canned and not just Iceado I seriously have no idea, I cannot understand this decision other than this is something to do with it's creators. It would be one thing if yoi ended and that was it, story was over, but to go as far as to say "see you next level" and announce a movie, it's fair to say they had plans for yoi beyond the original 12 eps. YOI was highly successful, best selling anime of 2017, best selling blue ray discs in 2018, bunch of awards, It trended #1 on Tumblr and twitter every Wednesday, when was the last time we've seen something like that happen with other anime? only the biggest of the biggest trend with every episode (aot, jjk, demon slayer, etc) and yoi was pulling those numbers. I stand on my theory that if it were up to Mappa we would be on Yuri on ice season 3 with 2 movies and OVAS by now (7 years later) but this is something to do with Kubo, Sayo and the production team. perhaps they don't want to continue with this project, perhaps they got burnout. But I wanna make a point that I made in the essay I posted some time ago about my suspicions on what happened to YOI. The fact that Yoi was a big money making IP does not guarantee fast input of related media. look at Hideki Anno with EVA: 3.0+1.0, It's a Huge, popular property that makes a lot of money worldwide and still it took 9 years for the final movie to come out! Hideki experienced severe burnout, people who worked closely to him left the production and the whole experience severely delayed the project (this is what I've found on my research) People thought the last EVA movie was canned as well, and this was purely on the basis of the creator because the numbers were there, so the fact that it's taken this long for new YOI content does not mean it's canned forever, but it does appear that the project is in indefinite hold. I, myself am finding peace with this. I've accepted that the project is on hold perhaps forever, perhaps not. But I'm trying to find closure however I can. I do hope we get some kind of announcement though, I do find it kinda impolite to leave the fans in the dark like this.

sorry for the long reply

[wastethenvghtx]

Vanzini: "Nice. yellow!"

Charles: "Thank you."

Carlos: "Do you like it?"

Vanzini: "Yes."

Carlos: "This is a good one."

Vanzini: "Do you?"

Carlos: "Very much"

(Gives the microphone to Charles)

Charles: "Ahah will you hold the microphone for me?"

Vanzini: "Ahaha you have to pass it !!! Let's do it this way it's easier , I pass it to Charles and you hold yours , ok?"

Carlos: "ok"

Vanzini: "Do you like it?"

Charles: "I like it a lot yes, it is very beautiful"

Vanzini: "Carlos?"

Carlos: "Yes me too, I like this uniform in particular"

Vanzini: "Well , this is the yellow shot that is made by ferrari to remember the background of the logo reminiscent of Modena as Enzo Ferrari wanted! The atmosphere , Carlos, start from you , impact with the city just the beginning of this very long weekend how is it? Full audience this year finally!"

Carlos: "Finally !!! But it's amazing , also to see all the people who came here to see us at the Ray-ban store , before we were at the ferrari store ! it's spectacular , they explain it to you , but until you're there and live that moment you can't describe the feeling it gives you"

Vanzini: "Well one of the reoccurring phrases on the banners of ferrari fans is just 'ferrari passion cannot be described ... (Charles tries to take the microphone from Carlos and interrupts him)."

Vanzini: "Ahaha I told you I'll give you the microphone."

Charles: "I didn't want to make disasters haha"

(Vanzini continues the sentence)

Vanzini: "You can only live! How is it? You also lived ... you the podium (Carlos) , but you were not yet dressed in red and you (Charles) the victory dressed in that case in red"

Charles: "it is true , that year will be a memory I will keep for life and I really hope we can try it again this Sunday . But in 2019 first year in ferrari I arrived at Monza and there was incredible support , I had recently won my first F1 victory , it was incredible !!! On the podium to see so many fans , people .. it's hard to explain it in words and even today you can feel immediately that we are at the home of ferrari , we get here there are all the fans underneath , they are shouting , they are pulling us and that's the beauty no?! That there is so much passion and that yes , it makes you excited"

Vanzini: "Do you want to interview me? Do you want to ask me questions? haha!

Did you think or maybe we all thought to arrive at the home grand prix in another condition , maybe with the initial condition of this championship !! is a situation that we have experienced together , especially you in the last races and you promised everything to give satisfaction to the home fans , what does it mean to do this all , even with what we have seen in the last races?"

Carlos: "Doing everything means that after the last races a little bit more difficult we went home , to work , we went to try to understand why the last races especially the race pace we were not as competitive as we expected and we are trying everything in Maranello to find the small details that in the end make us go 2 tenths faster and 2 tenths slower no?! And we want to go to Monza with the confidence that we have looked for everything we needed to find to be more competitive and I see a united , strong team , which is going to look for it and we will try to put the best possible package on track to be more competitive."

Charles: "Yes , it simply means that we do not give up anything , we will not give up until the end. Definitely the last two weekends were more difficult , I think Spa was maybe more predictable because the characteristics of the track are not exactly in line with those of the car , in Zandvoort on the other hand we were more distant than we thought , however it doesn't mean anything , now Monza anything can happen we have seen it in the last 2 years with 2 different winners than usual and hopefully we will take another win this weekend."

Vanzini: "By the way in the last race Carlos there was a problem with your pit stop , it is important to emphasize , I think you expect from the fans just a big hug , the great love from the fans it is important to explain to them that in F1 , it is true that you in the car you are self-centered , selfish , you pull down the visor, however you win and lose as a team"

Carlos: "yes , we are a team , we are more than 90 people on the track more than 1000 people in Maranello who want ferrari to do well , we all want the best and all these people have families , friends and are aware of how much responsibility there is no?! We always want to do the best , you have already seen that in Zandvoort we got the timing of the pit stop wrong , they called me maybe a little too late and the pressure that there was also Perez behind and the mechanics did not have time to come out earlier , not the fault of the mechanics but the call that came too late !!! I would like the people who will come to Monza this weekend not only cheer for me and Charles , for the ferrari , but for all the mechanics , the engineers who are at home who work so much harder than us , because the mechanics do hours and hours , the ones who work the hardest are them . They have incredible merit and I would love to hear you cheer for all of them."

Vanzini: "We have experienced the Orange tide , now we expect to see , I wanted to say the red tide , however now what do we do? ahah this weekend is a mix"

Charles: "Let's see , it will be a mix of yellow and red which normally makes orange but luckily they don't mix hahah in the stands , however we hope there will be the cheering that we have the habit of seeing here in Monza no?! And in Italy also all over the world , however even more so here at home and I really hope we will see it in the stands."

Vanzini: "And maybe without smoke bombs."

Carlos: "Eh haha" (Charles laughs)

Vanzini: "No to the smoke bombs , because they were dangerous in Holland"

Carlos: "Yes , there were a couple of scenarios a bit dangerous but I think the Italian fans by now have experience of coming to watch the race , yes it's true that there are more young people coming to see us and maybe they don't know but it's better to keep them at home , sometimes we don't see the track and the corners haha !!! But thanks first at all for the support , we will see you there and I'm sure they will cheer elegantly "

Vanzini: "Ok , we are there now is an important moment before we let you go , I have to ask you beyond the 'we will do our best , we will give everything' , what is the goal? Alright the goal is to win yes , but realistically?"

Charles: "To win! It will be difficult but the goal is the same, even if things are sometimes more complicated , even if the track is not suitable for our car , but count on us to give it all and with your cheering I’m sure miracles can happen , we won some races this year and we would give everything to win this one too"

Carlos: "We want to win as soon as possible and Monza would be the perfect scenario to have the relaunch of motivation for us, for the team , for everyone, I can’t imagine what Monza must be like if there was a Ferrari victory and I want to live it this weekend"

Interview 07/09/2022 !!

Here we go, you're welcome everyone 💛 sorry for the mistakes, much love x

[team-council-two]

So how is Spy a special case?

*is excited*

(for context, in a previous post, i added the tags " i could write an entire book on how unfamiliar french people in medias seem to actual french people, spy is an odd case; ask me about him")

aiight, you know what you signed up for, get ready for one hell of a presentation, ft terminal verbosis frenchosis ! this will be in three parts, of course, because three is a good number and the mere concept of having 3 parts should give you all a headache (look ray i didnt add a n this time)

wait shit im not even sure mistral is a spy, hold on,

aw fck thats for real ones

anyways femme fatale trope, next question

HA gotcha, you didnt think id let yall go with just one sentence huh ? so. our fella is french. our fella is a spy. our fella is a huge piece of shit. extremely common, alright ? outright overused archetype. eeeexcept that the combo's execution here REALLY stands out. how so ?

well, let me ask you a quick question. do you think the fact that he is french, and the fact that he is an evil bastard, and the fact that he is a spy are linked ?

well ill answer that for you. nope. valve treated these three traits remarkably separately. the way he speaks french in game is relatively polite, and the insults he throws around are, i checked, exclusively in english. he is surprisingly free of the usual way medias make "being evil" and "being french" be a hand in hand thing, and similarly free of the one that seems to indicate that Because you are french Of Course you are a spy. in other words, rather than being a walking glamour stereotype of sorts or an obnoxious asshole the likes of which we have seen hundreds of, this is a godawful guy that also happens to be a french snob, and that also happens to be a spy.

compare with, say, our lady mistral above who has a shitton of taunts in french, who embraces that whole sexy lady deal, deliberately plays on it and so on. difference is miles.

and now if you followed you did catch i said french snob rather than just french, there is a reason behind this, so allow me to get on part 2, which i promise will be WAY more verbose-

so

im not sure why but american medias love to have peppy rich french fashionistas in their shit. theyre cute, hyper, sheltered as fuck, and the entire deal is weird bc these people seem like aliens to actual french people who tend to care about fashion in pretty normal amounts and definitely do not have that many grands to bust into it. *yes* we pride ourselves in having a pretty neat fashion industry, but in a similar way as the american and the german boast about their cars. we are NOT obsessed with it okay. anyways, sometimes writers have the decency of making these characters cunts, but not always. but what doesnt vary is the trope seems to play out like ah yes, your average french- which is fucking baffling. and is the part taking us aback.

see, we HAVE the evil breed of those characters too in our shit. comedic shit, to be precise. a rundown of our humor is it often is situational humor - stupid outlandish situations with equally stupid archetypal characters, their personality equally pushed into the absurd, all of that more often than not thinly veiling some pretty heavy social commentary. in other words, you often laugh at the evil cop/rich factory/big restaurant owner/politician/etc getting karma'd in mind boggingly bizzare and hilarious ways, while clearly showing them as evil for mistreating subordinates (and often getting shit for it sooner or later) and as simpering cowards towards literally anyone who has any kind of superior position to them whatsoever.

in other words, context matters. where in american shit they are often allies or friends or comedic relief of sorts through being french/annoying or just villains, in french shit they more often than not are *targets* of some kind of events and shown to be ridiculous through other means than their obsession for fashion or whatever.

am i saying that valve did this ?

...yeah. thats a very bold statement, but yes. i mean, cmon,

see, i am overall basing this on the fact that ingame spy is so fucking similar to many, many, many of Louis de Funès' roles, and even his face, it outright had me searching around the wiki for some kind, any kind of claim of inspiration from valve-

he reads exactly as one of them ! rich cunt obsessed with money, constantly mocking people, constantly complaining about everything ever, fakely polite, not opposed to doing vile acts to have his way, extremely menacing face, *the same fucking laugh*, and the fact that characters played by this guy have remarkably often have what we call a couillon de fils, a dumbfuck of a loser ass son, if you will.

the only differences really are from comic spy, who reads far less like this. he's still well executed mind you, but he (especially @miss pauling) reads as far kinder than this dude's characters usually are, and he is a bit more... stretched, both physically and in behaviour, than the actor's goblin build and attitude, as game spy seems to be unable to stand straight whereas the comic one seems to have no difficulty with this, and the similar range of expressiveness that also ports 1:1 is game exclusive as well. and finally, comic spy also was not given the occasion to cuss people out, so.

anyways my point mostly amounts to, if you manage to make french people think of an emblematic actor beloved by many, rather than just make us go through the usual whiplash of "how is that a normal french person to american people ???", you are probably doing something right.

in addition to this wall of text, i am begging you all to watch this, it should help understand what i meant by our breed of humor, and what i mean by "spy could have been played by this dude no problem"

now, onto part 3,

well once you said he is a pathetic wet cat man you summed it up really.

for all the class he has, for all the money he has, for all the. everything ? he still is pathetic. he still is simply seen as a mean as fuck loser either trying to drown his failures as a father with expensive tastes, or simply amoral and unsympathetic because of his concerns being about money rather than about humans. he still is headcanoned as stinking by most of the fandom. nobody respects the fucken spy. he comes across as haughty and it only makes people want to shit on him some more.

really, it is pretty much everything I explained in the two points above. the patheticness helps with making it so he is not a stereotype, and it helps making it clear he is supposed to be representative of rich pretentious cunts rather than of french people.

so, he is a huge bitch, and ironically, this makes him a blorbo to us, bc who doesnt love a good ole flawed character ?

his whole french deal is not shown as eccentric or what makes him a loser but just a coincidence, in a sense. and you'd be surprised by how much of a breath of fresh air this is to french people. shitty in a realistic way rather than a made up clown, and in a way we can recognize in our own medias. it also is neat from the, err, fandom pov ? because you get to develop his frenchness and assholeness and spyness separately, since they are elements implemented for the sake of themselves rather than as a stereotypical whole. you get to have *fun* with him.

SO i think i ran out of things to blabber about. hope it makes sense tho. but i guess it really is about. not *quite* representation because we do not see ourselves in spy, of course, but way more about our culture not being bastardized and being turned into a joke about eccentrics at best, or hatred about seductive women and effeminate/homosexual men at worst, + having a fresh execution on tropes that else usually would get our eyes rolling.

alpha, over and out

[probablyhuntersmom]

One of the funniest people I know, a talented pianist and family friend, passed away from a long battle with cancer today. I liked it when he and his wife visited and stayed over at our place because their sunny personalities would temporarily put the ongoing crap at home on hold. They were one of the couples that made me go "Ghhh if only they were my parents".

And I can't fucking attend the funeral because he lives abroad. I can't leave flowers for him where he'll be buried and I'm so pissed off.

He never opened the email where I told him I had my own cancer battle. It turns out he was too incapacitated to do so by then. Because he got tired of failed drug trials and decided to reject the morphine he was regularly taking. I had been curious to discuss cancer-related things with him and bond further with him over that.

He used our house to host an overdue reunion party with his long-time friends back in December. He played some beautiful music on the piano. Many of us were prepared to think, this might be the last gathering in which we see him. We were right. And during that time, my doctor and I still thought that my own developing cancer pains (still not removed via surgery, and the X-rays, MRI and biopsy had not been done yet) were just a stupid muscle problem.

Am having complicated emotions about all this. I know he would've wanted to keep going because he had exciting things waiting for him IRL. Whereas for me...

I'm in remission from my own cancer but if I'm honest? 1) I would've loved to trade places with him. Outside of fandom and my fulfilling work, I'm still seeing the IRL outside world as too bleak. I kinda wanted and even hoped to a degree that my cancer would've just taken me swiftly, back in February. But 2) I have the strength to not act on my suicidal ideation because I genuinely believe now that doing that would permanently damage the loved ones I have (siblings, friends, and my clients). It's just that I haven't arrived at the place where I keep going for me and me only. That's going to take time, and honestly a bunch of miracles for my IRL circumstances that would be nice.

So it's those two voices coexisting. They're having a conversation like an angel and devil on my shoulder. I have to let them talk it out with one another and have that noise buzzing around in my head until it passes.

I'm not sure it's survivor's guilt I'm feeling. It's a "It'd make sense that I'd be the one to die rather than him" kind of thing. It's "why the fuck am I the one who's still here, when he was the one who wanted to stay..more than I wanted to?"

He didn't have C-PTSD like I do. He would've seen more of the bright side of life, so he would've wanted to stay more than I want to. He had a jolly personality while I honestly don't: I'm more the reserved-but-assertive type IRL. Like. I know my intrinsic worth, I make good art, write well, I can say that every single therapy session I have conducted in my training and career so far has resulted in the client feeling heard and seen. Hell, I can handle public speaking and love some shows, movies and my fave music. But this fact remains: sometimes I come back to this existential tiredness that sleep doesn't fix and I have that alluring temptation to visualize the peace of death. It's not about me worrying that I can't contribute to anything. It's just that I'm tired.

My brain is trying to rationalize with some form of math, saying that if he passed his fatal cancer to me, and I passed my state of remission to him, it would've satisfied his desires and mine too. He stays, I leave.

I guess this is why I love being in airports too. Being in the departure lounge. The thought of "departing", finding peace somewhere even if only a while. No more pain forever.

Being in the cancer club is weird when you're under 40 or some similar number. Like finding an underground city where you can't really climb back above ground ever again, therefore you become acquainted with the natives of this city and learn their language. He was in that 'city' for a long time while I have just discovered it in recent weeks, but he was gone before I could meet him in that 'city'. He's now some ghost. But I'm still here and not feeling that great about that.

[littlecarmine]

Let’s talk ER!! Who are your top five fave characters and why?

plssss thank u so so much!! no one ever sends me asks ab er im excited. this is actually hard bc there are a lot of great characters who’ve all annoyed me at some point dsjfksk. im going to rank them: 

5. mark - i almost picked kerry or benton because they have better character development. when i first started watching, i didnt care ab mark. and the season and a half post-susan i hated him akdjfsk. but i sobbed his last ep and mark leaving changed the tone of the show more than any other character who did. i always loved how (unless he was in a bad place) he put patients above his career, too. also 1x19.  

4. early season susan - the only reason shes not higher is because late season susan was terrible 😭. shes likable but her storylines are nonexistent. there was actually a lot of potential for her to battle kerry over the importance of being a good practitioner vs. research and fundraising. INSTEAD WE GOT CHUCK!!!! shes still a favorite because her characterization in s1 is amazing. shes a great teacher and a really good doctor. i loved her niece storyline in s2 and wish we could’ve seen more of her dealing with the fallout in s3. susan was my favorite character when i first started but her good seasons are so brief shes not a fave-fave 

3. neela - imagine if they didnt give neela thosee bad romantic storylines imagINE THAT!!! neela means sm to me because shes the only er character i identify with. it helps i blocked out tony and ray and only paid attention to her friendship with abby 😌. seriously, her plot ab being good in school compared to struggling in real life resonated with me bc i worry ab similar things. theres another scene when she talks about going into surgery because it gives her time to think and plan and a chance to be good. most people probably dont even rmr it but it meant a lot to me. neela is set up as a character who's the foil to abby- seemingly ready to be a doctor while abby struggles. but neela develops into someone who it takes a while to figure out what she should do and accept who she is/what shes good at. forever will love her for that  

2. carol - my other early season love <33. loved her deciding not to become a dr and her mental health storyline is so important. overall, shes a genuinely amazing character (shes mean to jeanie but she comes around and is nice eventually!!!). love how she wanted to foster the little girl and that she always treats the patients with dignity. 

1. abby - my best er girl the number one girl!!! abby went through sm that actually seeing her get to be happy meant the world to me. of all the characters, she had the most trauma. she was literally kidnapped and the next ep all she did was act a little sad, smoke, and that was it dsjkfsk. still abby never becomes bitter like mark or self-important the way carter did. she deals with a lot and still is always willing to help anyone she can. i dont think its possible to watch er and not love abby. she CARRIED the middle to end of er. mark lied bc abby set the tone, not carter. she was the heart of country general my forever er love <33

[bluecookiedisaster]

Me rambling about season 3 (aka SPOILER WARNING)

I just finished season 3... and oh lord I have so much to talk about.

1: WHAT THE HELL IS BEN PLOTTING? WTF WAS THAT POST CREDIT SCENE?! (pls tell me i’m not the only one who tried to scan the QR code on the train...)

2: Where tf is Sloane? Like, she really just disappeared. Why? Plus it’s an entire new universe. So where would Luther have even gone to look for her?

3: I’m really starting to wonder how Old Five helped save the universe, and ended up founding the Commission. What went differently that time? Obviously a lot, but I guess we probably won’t ever know.

4: What the fuck, REGINALD. He really went and did all that shit for his girlfriend. Bastard. Why the hell did you have to destroy so many lives in the process?! But that means that Luther spent those years on the moon for an actual purpose... still, it doesn’t make sense. Yet.

5: Diego and Lila are sooo cute, I’m excited for the baby! But damn, I miss Stan already.

6: I wish we got so much more Mr. Pennycrumb. He deserved a lot of screen time, yeah?

7: WHY DID THAT ‘E’ IN REGINALD’S SIGN LOOK LIKE THE TESLA BRAND THING?! EXPLAIN!

8: I’m very confuzzled by Allison’s new reality... how did Ray end up in the 2000′s? Idk, but I’m happy for them.

9: What. the fuck. happened. to their powers.

10: I’m a bit sad to have not seen more of the sparrow team as a whole. I really liked Fei and Christopher, and had hoped to see more of that cocky duo. Ah, well, I can’t say that I was sad to see Jayme and Alphonso go.

11: Can we talk about Five’s singing or what?! Holy shit I love it when he gets drunk.

12: Bus-ball... I CAN’T. [But wow, I’m so proud of Klaus. He grew so much (while somehow staying exactly the same) in s3.]

Anywho, enough of my questions/complaints/ramblings. Overall, I loved that season to bits. Klaus, Viktor, Five, Diego, and Lila were all my absolute favorites in this round! Nope, I could never choose one. Can’t wait for season 4!

[nozoditz]

We're two days off from the next Discotek Day, and ever since they picked up Kaitou Saint Tail in late 2022 and said that future releases in the much-neglected magical girl genre would depend on the sales of that series (and a lot of people picked it up), magical girl fans have been getting worked up in excitement about their favourite series getting rescued. I cannot possibly parse the clues in their customary clue thread, but I do know this:

-They will not be "rescuing" shows that are already, currently, licensed. Sorry if you miss the DiC/Pioneer/Cloverway dub of Sailor Moon and are mad that Viz's release doesn't have it. Viz has the Sailor Moon licence.

-Tokyo Mew Mew is asked for every single stream, but I don't think it's likely. Sentai has already expressed interest and is likely to pick it up if Tokyo Mew Mew New sells well.

-Every stream has one live-action Japanese movie, one old English-language cartoon (or, occasionally, highly altered dub), and usually one tokusatsu series.

-While they will license and release things that have never gotten translated before, if they can reuse a dub and/or sub from a previous release, they will. This is part media preservation, part practicality because they're a small company.

So, before this ages poorly, here are my guesses in order of likelihood for if they put a magical girl show on the stream on Monday:

Cutey Honey Flash

Aside from the rampant rumours that they've been planning it, they've already done other releases in the franchise, and one of the clues hinted towards a fanservice series or franchise. I'm gonna put this as highly probable.

2. Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's

They've already released the movies and the spiritual successor Symphogear, and the first season has been announced as well. Why wouldn't they get the fandom's darling favourite season?

3. Wedding Peach

Previously licensed and released in full. People used to hate on this anime, but I feel the atmosphere has cooled down some, although the level of Straight Nonsense™ in the series will probably drive new viewers up the wall.

4. Fancy Lala

Previously licensed and released in full. Might also be an easy interest check to see if there's enough engagement for...

5. The '80s Pierrot Shows

Previously licensed by Anime Sols in their "crowdfund the classics" plan, and the ones that did get streaming releases have fallen off RetroCrush recently. I believe Creamy Mami is still on Tubi TV, but as we've seen from Sentai releasing Crunchyroll shows like Eizouken, GRANBELM, and Cinderella Nine on Blu-ray, physical and streaming rights are separate, so it's still plausible we could get them. Especially Persia the Magic Fairy, which never even got a streaming release.

6. Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch

Previously licensed, but sub and dub were both never released and are lost media. Sentai and affiliates probably still have the files lying around from when they were ADV, just not the licence, so it might be possible to get the work that was already done. This is higher up on the likelihood list because of its widespread popularity in the magical girl fandom in its era and the success of the anniversary merch last year. Even how disappointing the manga sequel was hasn't killed Pichi's vibe.

7. Corrector Yui

Previously licensed and released in part. Viz never finished the show, but hey, a started job is better than none. Plus its popularity in other countries could give it a boost.

8. Sky Dancers

The requisite English retro cartoon guess. Sky Dancers edged out Tenko and the Guardians of the Magic because the live-action footage and connection to the Princess Tenko brand might require extra negotiations, but I could be wrong. Either way, it's cheesy and silly and very much in line with some of their other cartoons like Street Fighter or Street Sharks.

9. Aikatsu or Shugo Chara

Yes, I know Aikatsu isn't really a magical girl series... or is it? It's one of those edge cases on the Corrector Yui line, where a series conforms to the magical girl genre but explains it all with sufficiently advanced technology.

Both received streaming-only releases, and with Aikatsu it's no longer available anywhere since the downfall of Daisuki, but they lose points for being made up of multiple four-cour seasons. Who has the resources for that?

I don't know, those are my theories. What do you all think?

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Divergent Series: Insurgent (2015)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

While the Divergent series attempts to capture the excitement of the Hunger Games franchise with its follow-up, Insurgent, this sequel is most similar to the worst of the Twilight films: New Moon. It pointlessly kills time before simply regurgitating the most interesting scenes from the first film. Then, it ends on a note that makes you wonder how many more of these films we still have to sit through. You'll be bored all the way through its nearly 2-hour running time.

Having foiled Erudite Leader Jeanine (Kate Winslet) and her evil plan to take over Chicago, Tris (Shailene Woodley) is on the run. Accompanied by Four (Theo James), Peter (Miles Teller) and Caleb (Ansel Elgort), they search for allies to stop Jeanine once more. It's only a matter of time before she opens the mysterious five-sided box she claims will give her the ability to end the Divergent problem once and for all.

If you powered through Tris’ first adventure and didn’t quite buy the world it was set in, I’ve got some bad news for you. This loopy post-apocalyptic society where everyone is sorted into categories based on how one-dimensional they are? It doesn’t make any more sense this time around. Actually, the more we see of this world, the less logical it seems. I’ve seen this film twice and I'm still unsure - personality-wise - how the now-defunct political class of Abegnation (who strive to be as selfless as possible) differs from the Amity (farmers who always wish each other peace and well). Director Robert Schwentke is working with such weak material and the plot does no one any favors. Much of Insurgent repeats what we saw before, except this time, we don’t even have the tension of whether Tris will make the Dauntless team or not.

I know this is the future and it’s so removed from our society that people think differently but this only goes so far. Every hero we meet is flat and uninteresting. That goes double for the villains. There’s the power-hungry Jeanine, who is convinced the five-sided box that can only be opened by a divergent… will prove that divergent’s are good for nothing but extermination. I thought she was supposed to be from the smart faction. Without knowing what the contents are, the fact that a divergent person is the key… kinda proves the people who set up this crazy city believed divergents would be a lasting thing, wouldn’t it? Then, there’s Jai Courtney as Eric, Jeanine’s chief enforcer who, of course, delights in massacring innocents because… HE’S EVIL! The faster he gets defeated, the better but as annoying as he is, it's nothing compared to Miles Teller as Peter, who is tagging along with Tris and her friends for reasons no one watching will understand. Didn't he betray them at the end of the last film? What makes them think he’s trustworthy now?

Despite a couple of flashy scenes and some developments in the romance between Tris and Four, Insurgent will threaten to put you to sleep. This film ends on a note that promises a sequel… but also doesn’t, as if no one was confident enough in the final product to fully commit. Those who read the books by Veronica Roth may be excited enough when they see what they pictured in their heads come to life to look past the numerous logical holes in the story. Even so, I bet they’d all rather be watching The Hunger Games. (On Blu-ray, October 12, 2018)

[readingwriter92]

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#5

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgewater (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anne Becker & Jeremy Bradshaw, Jeremy Bradshaw & Vipin Khurana Characters: Jeremy Bradshaw, Anne Becker, Vipin Khurana Additional Tags: Overworked Jeremy, tired!Jeremy, Mom!Anne, Hurt/Comfort, Vipin is done Summary:

The bags under his eyes had their own bags, his hair was a mess - as though his fingers had run through it a few hundred times - and his clothes were the same as Vippin had seen when he’d said his goodbyes on Saturday.

He sighed. Clearly the professor hadn’t left. This wasn’t the first time the man had done this, but it had been a good year. And recently with his frequent excursions with Anne, Vippin had thought maybe he wouldn’t get so sucked into work but alas, there they were. “Professor?” “Vippin?” Jeremy looked up from his work, squinting up at him as his glasses were absent. Seeing him head on just emphasized his gaunt look. “What? What are you doing here? It’s…” He trailed off, lifting his phone to check the date, only to see that it was dead. “It’s Monday- were you...here all weekend?”

~~ Jeremy overworks himself so Vipin calls Anne-

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#4

Ahhhhh programming a great joy wherein I spend FORTY MINS trying to figure out why two strings don’t equal all bc there was an extra \n at the end of one

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Do I know anything about batman? fuck no. but do I have a genius level theory? yes.

Robin #1: Dick Grayson What sounds like Grayson? Jason Who's second robin? Robin #2: Jason Todd What is the first letter in Jason's last name? T What letter does robin number three's name start with? T Robin #3: Tim Drake Now you see. They didn't want us to catch onto this theory therefore What letters do they avoid having in the beginning of Robin four's name? T and D What is robin four's name? Robin #4: Stephanie Brown [ignore the fact that I'm not actually sure if Stephanie is Robin four or not I was too lazy to read an entire bunch of articles for this] Now but you see they needed a robin five. what do we call him? Well what letter has appeared in all of the first three robin's names? D What letter only appears in robin four's name? W Who is robin number five? Robin #5: Damien Wayne Thus I am just right

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My #1 post of 2022

Fucking quaking over the sneak peaks from wfa season two where Bruce is having a hella moment and I dragged the image from the polygon article to save it bc it’s beautiful and it fucking says ep 56. Batman scarecrow and guys I am totally okay and normal and fine about this information

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[rurousha]

From Fox River to Central City, Ch 7/14

Chapter 7 - The Next Morning

Also, still for reference: 1 – Team Flash & Legends, Mick-1 & Palmer 2 – Mayor Snart, clearly the most crooked here 4 – Cold-4, retired 11 – Killer Cold & Heatwave, bad guys 16 – Cold-16 & Sara-16, thieves 19 – Leonard-19 & Mick-19, smugglers 22 – Snart-22 & Rory-22, cyborg survivors 27 – Len-27 & Mickey-27, freedom fighters 29 – Michael-29, Lincoln, Veronica, & LJ, criminals but the good guys? 30 – Scofield-30, structural engineer 53 – Leo & Ray, 4-ever

Michael’s dreams, when he finally got around to sleeping, were odd, to say the least. Breakfast, however, was much easier than the day previous. For starters, only half as many people were there.

“Where is everyone?” LJ asked.

Michael looked around. Cold and Sara-16 were absent, as were Snart and Rory-22 and Len-27. Michael hadn’t actually seen Scofield-30 since yesterday’s breakfast, but that was probably for the best. Michael didn’t know what he would do if he saw Scofield again, what with his empty skin and his dead brother.

“You’re surprised half of us bailed?” Leonard-19 asked. He was stirring something in his mug. “None of us are particularly fond of being locked up.”

“Guess not,” Michael responded.

“You don’t pass up free food,” Mick-19 said. He was piling a plate with a variety of fruit and pastries.

“The man says smart things,” Mickey-27 said. Ray Palmer was seated next to him, eating something that looked to be mostly egg whites.

“Can’t argue with that,” Lincoln agreed.

Michael carefully didn’t roll his eyes. But then he saw something at the end of the breakfast bar. He leaned in close to Lincoln so that only his brother would hear him. “Lincoln, look. They have a hot cocoa bar. I have missed hot cocoa.”

He beelined for the mugs and cocoa dispenser, trying (and likely failing) to not look too excited.

“Mike, you were locked up for a month. I was locked up for three years. Calm down.”

“Only thing that could make this better are some – “

There was a red blur on the other side of the buffet table, and suddenly there were mini marshmallows in his mug. Michael looked over to see Barry smiling at him from across the room. He hadn’t been there a moment before.

“I like it here, Lincoln. I like it a lot.”

Mick-1 walked in, pinching his nose closed with one hand. There was a bit of blood leaking out of it. Palmer pointed to his own nose with a questioning look. Mick-1 just said, “The old one doesn’t like being called old.”

Cold-4 walked in behind him, looking smug. He nodded a hello to Michael and then drank some milk.

~

It was halfway through an argument between Mickey-27 and LJ over whether or not it was okay to stack waffles like pancakes that Leonard-19 dropped himself into the seat next to Lincoln. Michael was chatting with Cold-4 about something nerdy, and Barry had left to check on something in the cortex.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, Lincoln,” Leonard-19 said, “are you and Michael really brothers?”

“Brothers? Yeah.”

“Really? With those eyes?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Suddenly, a breach opened at the far end of the room. A woman dressed all in black jumped out and immediately blasted at Mayor Snart, who had the good sense to duck out of the way.

The room exploded into activity as everyone ducked for cover and pulled out weapons.

“Leonard Snart and Mitchell Rory, you are under arrest,” the woman in black shouted.

“You’re name is Mitchell?” LJ asked from behind the buffet.

“Repeat that and die,” Mickey-27 said.

“I think you’re a little outnumbered, Gypsy!” Leonard-19 shouted. He stood and fired at the woman in black. She fired back using blasts from her hands. Both used a sustained blast, and the two shots exploded in the middle.

Lincoln grabbed Veronica by the shoulders and pulled her towards the elevators.

Gypsy finally realized how many Snarts and Rorys were present. “Wonderful. Doppelgangers.” She opened a breach at her feet and fell through it just as two blast of cold and one of fire lanced through the air.

She reappeared on the stairs above the breakfast room and blasted at Leo. He rolled away and fired his cold gun up at her, but she had already breached away. She appeared again beside Leonard-19 and grabbed his arm in a painful-looking lock. But before she could breach away again, Mick-19 jumped up from behind a table and pressed the muzzle of his heat gun against her neck.

“Doooon’ even think about it, Collector,” Mick-19 said. He powered the heat gun.

“No no no no.” A red blur blew into the room and snatched Mick-19’s gun out of his hands.

“Agh, come on, Red,” Mick-19 growled.

“Mick, Gypsy, everyone, just back off,” Barry yelled at the room at large.

“We’ve been over this before, Flash,” Gypsy said back. Leonard-19 charged his cold gun in one hand while Gypsy tightened her grip on the other. “These two have broken the dimensional jumpers laws of Earth-19. You know it is my job to bring them in.”

“Gypsy,” Barry pleaded, “just wait a minute. There’s more going on here.”

The elevator doors opened, and Michael and Cisco ran out of them.

“Gypsy, just wait wait wait,” Cisco yelled as he ran up to her.

Most of the Snarts and Rorys lowered their guns when Cisco ran into the room but didn’t holster them. Even Mayor Snart was sporting a handgun.

“Cisco, you had better have a very good explanation for what is happening here,” Gypsy shouted.

“Gypsy, Snart and Rory are in danger,” Barry explained quickly. “Another set of doppelgangers is trying to kill them. They didn’t flee Earth-19. We took them. We brought them here for protection.”

Gypsy rolled her eyes and huffed coarsely. Then she shoved Leonard-19 towards Barry. Firearms started to go away.

“Of course you have some sort of noble excuse to ignore Earth-19’s jurisdiction,” Gypsy groused. “I don’t know why I’m even surprised. You’ve always had a relationship with your criminals that I will never understand. And I don’t understand how you are defending him?” She pointed at Leonard-19. “Captain Cold and his Rogues are the worst there are. He’s a murderer and a human trafficker.”

That finally got everyone to pause. No one moved, but the shift in the air was obvious. Even the other Rogues seemed to hesitate.

After a moment, Barry said carefully, “I don’t know about their crimes before coming here. But I told them that I would protect them, and I will keep my promise. For now, I will lock them up. After Killer Cold is dealt with, we will return them to Earth-19. After that, it’s not my business.”

Gypsy gave a hard, mocking smile. “Damn right it’s not.”

Warily, Cisco stepped between Barry and Gypsy and put his hands on his girlfriend’s shoulders. “Hey, babe. Why don’t we go over here and talk for a bit, okay?”

Gypsy let Cisco steer her towards the elevator.

Barry turned back to Leonard and Mick-19. He opened his mouth to say something, but Leonard cut him off. “I owe you nothing, Barry Allen. Not an explanation or validation. You don’t know me, and you don’t know my world.”

“No, I guess I don’t.” With nothing else to do, Barry whisked Leonard and Mick-19 off to the pipeline.

~

It felt wrong. Michael didn’t doubt that Leonard-19 was hiding information. All of the Snarts seemed shady and were likely holding back a lot. Michael himself was doing his best to keep his ears open and his mouth shut. But he didn’t think any of them had the level of inhumanity it took to sell people like slaves. So he told Lincoln to take Veronica and LJ and lie low in an office and found where Cisco locked up Leonard-19’s cold gun. It took only a bolt cutter to liberate it.

Cisco really needed to improve his security.

Michael took the cold gun and made his way down to the pipeline entrance. He examined the damage that Cold-16 had done the night before. He had cut through the pressure locks that kept the heavy door closed. Cold had even done most of the work. If Michael could finish cutting through the third pressure lock, the door should open as a safety measure.

The cold gun was fingerprint locked. Michael was amazed and delighted that he could unlock it. It took him a few tries to find the water saw setting, but then he cut through the rest of the metal in just a few minutes. He was amazed at how easily the gun handled. The door slid open.

On the other side, he found a small cell with transparent doors. Inside were Mick and Leonard-19.

“Well, well,” Leonard-19 drawled, “Michael. I’ll admit, I was expecting Len-27. He’s the hero type.”

“Nah,” Mick-19 grunted, “told you this one has a bleedin’ heart. Prob’ly can’t stand to see his favorite brother locked up.”

The two laughed at Michael’s expense.

Michael clenched his jaw. “I’m not here to break you out.”

“You ain’t?” Mick said. He sounded like he doubted that.

“Not without an explanation, anyway.”

“We don’t owe you one anymore than we owe Barry,” Leonard argued. “We are everything she said. Thieves and traffickers. Money, booze, weapons, and yes, even people. We move it all, and sometimes we move through people too.”

“Somehow I doubt it’s that simple,” Michael said.

“It is to the Collectors and the government they serve,” Leonard said.

“Then tell me that they’re wrong. Tell me that you’re not a monster that sells slaves as easily as he sells prohibited alcohol.”

Leonard side-eyed Mick. Mick just shrugged, uncaring. Sighing dramatically, Leonard looked back at Michael.

“Our country covers most of the continent. We have the strongest military in the world. That’s largely attributed to the high percentage of metahumans within it, and that is attributed to the Watchtower Initiative. Under that initiative, all children are tested for the metahuman gene during puberty, and those that test positive are enlisted into the military, some as young as ten years old. The Watchtower Initiative is what gave the government prodigies like the Flash and Gypsy.

“But some people – parents, usually – selfishly don’t want to see their kids weaponized. They will give up anything – their homes, their fortunes, their safety – to flee to the southern continent. And those families may end up poor in an underdeveloped land, but they’re free. And if those fortunes find their way to me in the end, well, who am I to argue?”

Michael let that sink in for a second. Then he let out a breathy laugh. “You’re a coyote.”

“Is that what they’re called?” Leonard asked.

Michael nodded.

Mick gave a short laugh and said, “Coyote. I like that. We might have to use that instead of Rogues.”

“Let’s not,” Leonard said flatly.

“Alright,” Michael said. “I believe you.”

“Yay for us,” Mick complained. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“These cells are meant to maintain function without power. Which means there has to be a way to open it without that fingerprint access. If I can disengage this cell from the pipeline entrance, I should be able to access the exterior of the cell…”

Michael trailed off as ice crept down the cell doors from the ceiling. It froze the doors, and they went visibly brittle. Without further explanation, Leonard-19 kicked the doors, and they shattered outward towards Michael, who had to backpedal out of the way.

Leonard and Mick stepped out of the cell just before it disengaged from the pipeline by about a foot. Through the crack, Michael could see Len-27 lying on his back on top of the cell with his cold gun propped casually across his stomach.

Leonard-19 patted Michael on his shoulder condescendingly. “So close to being competent, kid.”

Len-27 waved and then disappeared further into the pipeline.

Mick-19 grunted, and Leonard retrieved his gun from Michael. “We’ll find a place to lie low until the Flash deals with Killer Cold. Until then, thanks Michael.”

But then Barry, now in his Flash costume but with the cowl down, appeared in the pipeline entrance. Leonard-19 immediately charged his cold gun and pointed it at Barry.

“Shame,” Leonard said, “I thought at least the other one was competent enough to shut off alarms.”

“No, no don’t!” Michael shouted at Leonard. “Barry, this isn’t what it seems. There’s more going on here.”

“Michael, Michael, I know,” Barry placated. He looked at Leonard-19. “I know you’re not a bad guy. But we just had to wait for Gypsy to leave.”

Leonard and Mick exchanged suspicious glances, then Leonard resumed his aim at Barry. “What do you think you know? We haven’t told you anything.”

“No, but I did,” said a new voice.

None other than the Flash stepped into the hallway with Cisco trailing behind. He looked a little different. His uniform was darker, and it’s lines a little more severe. On one wrist was a silver bracelet with a blue device in it. He wore no cowl but instead had only a tinted visor over his eyes. He pressed the insignia on the side of the visor, and it retreated into the pieces behind his ears. He was visibly older than Barry-1, closer in age to Leonard-19, but he was definitely Barry Allen.

“Barry, what are you doing here? We have a drop scheduled tomorrow,” Leonard practically growled, but his cold gun was immediately lowered.

“You left without telling me. Without even telling me you were in trouble,” Barry-19 shot back.

“That is why I left in such a hurry. I couldn’t risk my murderous meta doppelganger showing up and messing with the job. Lisa can handle my part, but yours is irreplaceable. Go home.”

“You stubborn ass.” This new Barry stepped into Leonard’s space and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Lisa and I will handle the job tomorrow. But if you’re not back in a few days, I am coming to get you.”

Leonard rolled his eyes, but there was obvious affection there. “You’re risking capital punishment being here. Leave before someone realizes you’re gone. I doubt my doppelganger will wait too long to make a move. I’ll be back in a couple days.”

“Promise.”

“I will do no such thing.”

Barry-19 huffed but smiled. “Stubborn,” he said again. “OK, I’ll see you soon. Please don’t get killed.” Then he leaned forward and kissed Leonard. Leonard returned it only slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the audience, but he was smiling too.

Then Barry-19 turned to Cisco and said, “Alright, Vibe, let’s get me out of here before your girlfriend-but-it’s-complicated-right-now finds me.”

Everyone else had found various spots on the walls that were very interesting to look at for a few seconds, so Cisco jumped when he was addressed. “Yep, let’s definitely do that now,” he said way too loudly.

Once they left, Leonard-19 made a cutting motion with his hand and said, “I would appreciate it if no one mentioned anything they just saw or heard to anyone.”

“Yep, no problem,” Barry agreed quickly. Then, to Michael, “Especially to Iris and Cold-16. They would be unbearably smug.”

~

Mick Rory didn’t really like the whole interdimensional travel thing. There was plenty to do back on their Earth. This just made things more complicated. But Snart had a job – God knew why – so they were doing it.

“He’s doing that twitching thing again,” Mick called out to the almost empty parking lot. He just wished the new guy wasn’t so creepy.

Killer Cold walked to the back of the SUV where Heatwave was holding open the rear door. Inside, the back seats had been folded down, and a mattress was laid out. There were a few blankets bundled into a nest on it and little else. Sitting on the mattress, back against the side of the car, was Cisco Ramon.

[fumpkins]

Stunning aurora glow above Iceland after 'dead' sunspot erupts

A sunspot that “awoke from the dead” recently and emerged with a medium-size solar flare, in addition to a mass ejection of plasma, likewise illuminated the northern skies in radiant lights. One stunning picture of the result revealed the aurora appearing to rain through the clouds above Iceland.

Rays from this aurora shone near Goðafoss Waterfall, which has to do with about 45 minutes from Akureyri, the second-largest city in Iceland. 

“The nighttime window of darkness is rapidly shrinking here at 65.7 degrees north latitude, just 60 miles south of the Arctic Circle, which makes the aurora spectacle that much more precious,” professional photographer Todd Salat, of AuroraHunter.com, informed SpaceWeather.com. 

“Soon, summer sunlight will make it too hard to see the lights until autumn,” Salat continued. A near-full moon was likewise contending for light space here, however these Icelandic auroras would not be rejected.”

The shining northern lights were generated by a moderate-sized solar storm, associated with an explosion of solar particles witnessed by satellites. The sunspot that exploded was poetically dubbed “dead” because it had recently erupted and become part of a quiet solar patch. Even so, as those solar particles interacted with Earth’s magnetic field lines, air molecules high up in the atmosphere were excited, producing the incredible sky show.

Related: NASA set to launch 2 rockets into the northern lights 

Todd Salat captured auroras over Goðafoss waterfall in northern Iceland on April 14, 2022. (Image credit: Todd Salat/AuroraHunter.com)

On Facebook, Salat told viewers that this was the first time he had seen auroras of this magnitude during a planned two-week trip to Iceland, from his hometown of Anchorage, Alaska. It was Salat’s ninth night in Iceland, and he had only seen glimpses of the northern lights before this. Then the weather forecast turned.

“I broke camp previously in the day in light rain, and the weather report was for clouds and spread showers for all of Iceland for the whole week. I had actually informed myself not to take that projection to heart due to the fact that it can [be] so demoralizing,” Salat said.

While he was tempted to “put the aurora cams away,” during a drive he stumbled upon the waterfall. He was taking some test shots when he spotted a glow between the clouds. 

“I got my rate, and when I saw a spike establish, I burglarized a full-scale sprint up until my lungs burned to enter position for this structure. Boom, at 11:47 pm, possibly the very best aurora shot of the journey up to that point entered into the video game bag, and I was overjoyed.”

Salat witnessed the clouds temporarily seal the view, but around 2 a.m. local time, they opened up again briefly, allowing him to take a few more shots.

“I’ve been on a great deal of aurora hunts in life, however I don’t understand if I’ve ever ‘worked’ so difficult to get the shots as I have for these,” he continued on Facebook. “I’m 3,336 miles [5,369 km] from my house in Anchorage, Alaska and living in a campervan. I’m pleased it’s not permanently, however I’m enjoying it and cheers for residing in the now. Time to strike the roadway and see what’s around the next bend.”

Article initially released on LiveScience.

New post published on: https://livescience.tech/2022/04/18/stunning-aurora-glow-above-iceland-after-dead-sunspot-erupts/

[suspiciouslybluemilktea]

okay so- this might be a kind of weird request? im not sure but uh i fall asleep while listening to music

and since suit saeran decides to just full on make a dramatic entrance every 2 hours, imagine we would be sleeping and theres just the weirdest video you have ever seen playing on our phone

so i was curious how suit saeran would react to that?? because imagine we would be sleeping and theres just our phone sitting beside us on the bed, suit just enters the room as usual and just hears something along the lines of "Honey bees would communicate through a series of dance moves" just imagine how confused he would be

Suit Saeran absolutely does have this hot and heavy desire for barging into your space without much warning, as he likes catching you off guard. He doesn’t want you feeling safe and secure, his goal being to shake the very foundation Ray has established to make you comfortable with him. And when he is courteous enough to knock, it’s only a banging with the intent to make you jump out of your skin at the ready for his arrival.

Saeran is very invasive to say the least, and with his ability to watch you all day and night on that camera, things are only escalated. If he catches you sleeping while monitoring it, so cutely tucked into those rosey scented and putridly pink sheets, he’s going to come in and disrupt your peace.

Why should you get to rest as he’s worked to the bone? He can only imagine you pulling this “stunt” on Ray as well, like that night he sung you a lullaby knowing he wasn’t allowed any shut eye himself.

He decides he’s going to take out his anger on you. That’s what you’re in there for now, right? You’re his little rag doll, and he’s allowed to toss you around in your toy box as he pleases.

Doing what he does best, Saeran barges in, opening that door to your room with a loud “bang!”. Immediately he starts his usual spewing, excited to watch you spring up a mile high out of shock.

“Hey, toy! I opened up a chatroom ten minutes ago and you never responded to me!”

You didn’t move a single muscle.

“Huh?! Oh..don’t tell me you value your life that little. Don’t you understand what will happen if you don’t entertain me?”

On his end of the camera feed, he could see your phone was on a pillow, propped so you could see it as you were laying down. But now that he’s stomped his way over to you? It’s worse than he could see at the angle the camera is positioned at.

You have earbuds in, preventing you from hearing him and waking, watching something. His brows furrow as he leans in close to get a better look at your screen, noting that he should also cut off your access to all other apps. And oh, what’s this? You appear to be watching something to do with bees, the video zoomed in on a few buzzing around a field of brightly colored flowers.

Missing Ray, your little flower prince, aren’t you? He steals one of your ear buds to listen in, and like the dumb rock you are, you’re still sound asleep. The audio plays, a female with a gentle voice delivering information.

“Honeybees have evolved an extraordinary form of communication known as the "waggle" dance. It is highly symbolic-…”-pbs.org

What the hell? You fell asleep to this load of-

He shakes you violently, and naturally this time you do jolt up and look at him, dazed and confused. Saeran demands an explanation, and you give him one to the best of your ability.

“Well, I like to fall asleep to music. It’s just something that’s become a habit to help drown out noise and such…it looks like the videos ended up jumping around to this bee documentary thanks to auto play.”

He teases you, trying to get to you as he works around the notion that you’ve actually just been watching random things that remind you of your long forgotten lover. Treat the situation as an awkward moment to have a laugh over later, confusion written all over Saeran’s face as he tries to take such a silly thing and turn it into a bigger event.