#who wouldn't?

[mayonnaise8995]

I love when my mum is cringing at age gap relationships in Hollywood, and I'm just sat there knowing I'd marry 90s Robert De Niro in a heartbeat.

[frimoussette88]

Emilia Clarke & Kit Harington - Q&A Superhero Comic Con in San Antonio on July 8, 2023 (x x)

[sangveram]

Kaname being blinded by Zero

[thiziri]

Commander Tim Laurence during the State Visit of the Nigerian president to London, on 09 May 1989.

[youchangedmedestiel]

If you had time to meet both Jensen and Misha with only one question (either together or separately) what would they question be?

I don't know if you mean one question that is the same for both or one question for each of them. Let's just pretend it's the last one and that I wouldn't be too shy to do this.

For Jensen, I'd start with: "Is your imaginary friend around? I'd like to speak to Dean." In my mind, he'd turn into Dean. So, I'd shake him for being this blind to Cas's love, and then I'd hug him so tight to show him how much I love him. Finally, I'd thank Jensen for letting me speak to Dean and hug him again, because why be satisfied with just one hug?

For Misha, I'd ask: "How do you do to be cute and hot at the same time?" But I would never be comfortable enough to ask this question and I don't want to make him uncomfortable either. But since it's all theoretical, that'd be this one because I'm wondering for real. I also would like to hug him but I don't know how it could apply here. Maybe I'd just ask for an angel hug then.

So basically, if it's only one question that is the same for both of them I guess it's possible to summarize it by: "Can we hug?"

What can I say? I'm a simple person, I just want to hug them, who can blame me? No one!

[wishful-seeker]

Im making a paint brush out of my lovers hair and thats just how it has to be.

[allo-frouto]

What do you think of the idea of being full of cum then go to work?

I'd do it.

[lynn1819summers]

*Clark finds out Lois has a fiancé in Superman Returns*:

Me too, Clark. Me too.

[softquietsteadylove]

In an exceptionally quiet moment Thena has the opportunity to watch Gil work. She watches every detail about him from her break room, from his look to the way he moves and interacts. From his muscles to his friendly smile and more.

And she slowly realizes that she has fallen for him.

(The Thenamesh Doctor AU)

Thena stands back and takes a look around at the work they've done. There's still work to do, of course, but they've done well so far. She rode out with Gil and Kingo a few hours ago to get this back road car accident situation under control.

The fire department is here directing people, trying to balance keeping the cars from catching fire and leaving things intact for the insurance inspectors to review. Kingo is treating one car's people while Gil is treating the other's.

"It's okay, just go slow," Gil says in soft, whispering tones as the young passenger of one of the cars raises a trembling bottle of water to his lips. "If you drink too much at once, you could give yourself a stomachache."

Thena smiles to herself as she watches him from the open back of the bus. Her job is mostly done, giving her the opportunity to observe Gil in all his glory. He really was born to help people, she thinks.

He just...he has such a way about him. He's warm, and kind, and he's so gentle he can always get everyone to some state of calm. She's seen him wind kids down from absolute hysteria, and their parents too. And she's seen him handle the most cranky anti-medicine recluses into taking a simple tylenol for their pain.

She's not sure there's anything Gil can't do.

He's a great paramedic, he's caring and smart and diligent, and somehow he also finds time to work out and be a great cook. She has no idea how, or when he sleeps at all. But he does it all with a smile on his face.

She loves his smile.

But Gil's a very lovable guy--that's just part of him. Everything about him is adorable, from that full faced smile he has, to his sense of humour - even when he's telling truly awful dad jokes - to the way his jaw hangs open when he sleeps.

If she wakes up while he's sleeping she'll close it for him.

She never sleeps so soundly than when they're taking the opportunity to sneak in a nap in an on-call room back at the hospital. There's something about that big, warm, teddy bear body of his. She would rather die than admit it, but being held in those arms...she doesn't think there's anywhere else she'd rather be.

Not that they hold each other often.

Not like that, at least, no matter what Ajak does or does not believe. It's just...hard for other people to understand. But for Thena, it doesn't need any explanation. She and Gil are just...comfortable. They're comfortable with each other, and that doesn't need complicating.

They just work well together, and that means being able to talk more comfortably with Gil than anyone else in the world. It means being able to sleep better than she ever thought possible when she's with him. It means meals taste better when she has him to look at, especially when she's eating something he has so lovingly made.

Gil does everything lovingly. And she-

"Hey."

Thena blinks out of her fatigued stupor. She'll say that she has no reason to be as tired as she is. Gil has been pulling people from cars and carrying up from a ravine all night. He'll just brush it off, though.

He sits himself down with a loud sigh, so maybe even he's ready to admit how tired he is. He sits close, watching as the patients are loaded into the ambulance from the other, closer hospital. They're all going, the less injured sitting on the benches. The police can question them all there.

"Hey," she whispers, moving her hand into his and giving it a light squeeze. He smiles at her, but she can see how exhausted he is. It's late, and he's done a lot of the manual labour, as usual. She rubs his arm with her other hand, imagining the burning in the muscle there. "You did good work out there."

"Don't I always?" he chuckles ever so faintly.

"Yeah," she soothes, though. She keeps a hold of his arm, encouraging him to lean against her heavier. "You always do."

Gil settles himself against her as the other ambulance pulls onto the road, turning on the sirens just in case they run into anyone else on the narrow pavement. "Kid's really shaken up from it. But I guess it could have gone worse."

It could have gone much worse. "We got here in good time. No one will have life threatening injuries, or treatment."

He nods, obviously wishing he could have done more. Thena shakes her head at him, slipping her fingers against his. "They'll all pull through, Gil."

He looks at her, pulling up another smile. "Hey, we couldn't have gotten them secured without you here to stitch them up while they were still in the cars."

"Hey you t-" Kingo takes one look at them and shuts his mouth. He's so much more perceptive than most people think he is. He gives his partner a nod and closes the doors on them, letting them ride in the back in their peaceful little moment while he drives.

He'll call in this favour to both of them later, but that's fine.

Gil turns his face into her as the bus lurches back onto the road, he inhales against her hair, "they were really scared."

Thena nods, still holding his hand. They see people on possibly the worst day of their lives, constantly. For Gil, that still gets to him--still makes his heart ache for those people whom he knows will carry around memories of them long after they leave the hospital.

She looks up at him, wishing in an instant she could take that massive heart of his and just...transplant those feelings of his into her. She would do anything to alleviate the traces of sadness just at the edges of his eyes.

Gil blinks as she pulls him down to her slowly and gingerly. His eyes drift closed as she touches her lips to his. It's so, so brief, and it's so, so soft.

He buries his face in her neck, wrapping an arm around her side. He tucks her into him with his hand in his hoodie pocket, like a bird taking another under its wing.

Thena rests her head against his chest, just listening to his breathing and the drive. He doesn't ask, and she doesn't feel the need to answer, either.

She loves him.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Honestly, folksies: Who among Hanna-Barbera's Funtastic ranks wouldn't?

[misspines]

Ok, but–

Can we talk about how surprisingly easily people fall in love with Violet in the novel?

I mean, yes, in the anime people are dazzled by her beauty, but in the novels they fall in love. Violet just stands there, existing, and the people around her are seduced without her doing anything.

It's funny and something to think about xd

[yourlegaldrug]

You gotta cope somehow when you're partner is dead gone forever.

Why not make an AI that sounds exactly like him?

[weird-bookworm]

i'm in love, your honour

[thatspookyswitch]

I would totally fuck a cyborg.

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

oh? well, I hope you find the right mentor. I suspect many are very busy right now, and while they likely need the extra help, taking on a student could be difficult for many. try not to get disheartened if you have trouble finding one immediately. being a medic could very well be what suits you very well, just be patient. and keep in mind that they're likely stressed. be mindful of their time, and if at first all you're allowed to do are little things, I'm pretty sure that's normal.

Of course, of course. I know all of that.

[kettouryuujin]

Information and Realization

[Inspired by @monsoon-of-art's Pokerus AU.]

When the group returned to Jubilife Village, Lian had gone with the Medical Corps to check up on Lord Kleavor. The Pikachu looked like he wished he’d gone with the Warden, but his Dewott teammate was over the moon. 

Kamado? He was considering getting something hard. “So... let me get this straight. You’re that girl’s superior?”

“No! I am Emmet. I help teach Link Moves. I also run the Illusion Express, however it is not at this station currently.” Sinnoh, what was with this guy? Out of the corner of his eye, the Snorlax saw the Water-type snicker. She... did say this Zoroark was eccentric, but apparently she had understated matters. Especially with that weird smile of his (Seriously, how could any ‘mon hold a grin that large for so long?) and the Illusion of dark fur. Well. At least he seemed less focused on stealth... honestly it was only the girl’s exuberance that convinced the Security Corps to let this “Emmutt” in. If Kamado had his way, this Zoroark would be barred entry. Ugh. Time to interrogate. “...Right. And do you have any experiences with these distortions?” The vulpine gave a confused head-tilt - and this guy was an expert?

Apparently, the otter thought so, enough that she had the gall to correct the Commander, saying “distortions” meant “Mystery Dungeons”. At least it seemed to help this guy get his thoughts straight. “OH! Yes! I am Emmet.” Why did he say that so darn often? “My brother and I were an exploration team before he...” Oh brother, he was choking up. The slumping and tearing up was a dead giveaway, even if the lack of words wasn’t.

“Can we cut the sap and keep moving here?!?”

The white-furred ‘mon shuddered and nodded, wiping away tears as he stood ramrod straight. “Ah. Yes. I was derailing...thank you, sir.” Well, at least the weirdo was grateful (twitch). “Re-railing now. Yes. I am Emmet. Whilst in a team, we delved many a Dungeon, oftentimes reaching the bottoms.” Twitchtwitch. “We would also set up Illusion Express stations. But you wish to know if I can assist with your current issue? Sadly my help will be limited.” What. “I am Emmet. I always delved...in a team. Delving outside my old team will inevitably result in catastrophic derailing.” Twitcha-twitch twitch. Ugh, this guy would NOT stay still...

...And he referred to his choking up earlier as “derailing” didn’t he? Oh Sinnoh, his “limiting” is a damn coping mechanism. “However, I will gladly provide advice and coaching. The Express cannot run without both cabs, however.” A blink and a nod (And some more twitching). “I am Emmet. I am an Express Master. I like Team Battles. I like combinations of multiple Pokemon working together. I like multiple moves in synchronicity with each other. I like winning more than anything else, other than my brother. But only winning a serious battle. If a battle is not serious, it is not fun.” ...so he’s a nutjob who takes things seriously. And twitches a lot. Joy. “I will establish my station wherever I am allowed to. Please visit me if you seek practice. Especially with Link Moves. Or if you would wish to battle me. Be warned, I am a verrry tough opponent.”

And with that, the Zoroark turned and marched out, moving with surprising regularity. One-two-one-two, almost like a military march - albeit with arms swinging past his chest. Well. He’s got SOME sort of decorum...”Erm, Sir? Where to next?” And the brat takes his focus from the one semi-decent point of that damn spectral vulpine.

“...Next? I don’t freaking know. I know the original plan was to get Sabi first, but with that ‘expert’ here I don’t want to be making any calls.”

And then the rat spoke up. “Sir, with all due respect? I don’t believe Mr. Emmet is...qualified, to make any decisions regarding where we go next. Outside of his coping mechanisms, we know very little about what the other Dungeons are like.” And now he’s using the wrong terminology...Kamado couldn’t help but let out the sigh of the long-suffering.

“Fine. I still don’t care where you go next, so... Just go do what you want to do.” The Commander waved the pair off, groaning as he looked over the paperwork. The...sloppily made paperwork. Ah, these transformations had just made things so much more annoying.

----

Lord Kleavor sighed, sitting cross-legged as he thought. Like his Warden, he remembered little since he had apparently gone insane. However, there were small flashes of memory - ones that were coincidentally connected to the scent of his favorite tangy plump beans. And in them he could recall, through a haze of rage, his Warden, alongside the two Survey Corps members, striking at him.

*skaaaa-ick!*

The Bug/Rock-type understood why they had done so. He was…not himself, at the time, and they were bringing him back from the depths of frenzy. And he was grateful for that.

*skaaaa-ick!* *skaaaa-ick!*

He was more concerned about how quickly he had fallen, though. It was as if his mind warped alongside the Fieldlands themselves, burying higher thought under rage and instinct as his home turned into a prison. *skaaaa-ick!* *thik* *thik* *thik* *thik*

There was no doubt his fellow Nobles had suffered the same fate, and the Lord was certain that if he left the village again, he would easily lose himself again. It was not safe out there. Not for any Noble.

*thikthikthikthik*

Their only hope was that the Survey Corps and his Warden could get through to his fellow Nobles, and their Wardens. After that, well…

That was the future. Not now.

*thik* *thik*

The Lord stood and backed away, smiling imperceptibly. On a table in front of him was a wooden statuette, depicting his Warden in his current state, hurling one of those distance offerings through the air. A fitting monument to Warden Lian’s actions.

He shook the wood chips off before gently picking his axe-work up, taking slow, measured steps to where he knew his Warden was resting. Hopefully he would appreciate this gift.