funny how people think i'll answer this if they ask it more than one

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"-and she makes Alex so happy, so how could I hate her?" A pause "you'd like her...or would you? How can I know what you feel? Are you proud of me? Do I disappoint you? Am I a disappointment? Or Maggie hears Kara talking to her AI mother

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She took a wrong turn somewhere, she’s sure of it. The hallway she walks down doesn’t look at all familiar, and she knows she should probably call Alex to come find her, but part of her is convinced that she’ll find something really fucking cool if she explores for a bit.

But after wandering for a bit longer, and hearing roars, yells, and various screeches coming from deep inside the building, Maggie Sawyer thinks that maybe she should leave the exploring for when she was with her girlfriend and her fancy space-gun. She’s got her phone out, ready to dial when she hears a familiar voice.

Maggie walks towards the open door at the end of the corridor, following the faint sound of Kara. She stands in the doorway, and realises just a bit too late that maybe she shouldn’t be listening to this conversation.

“-and she makes Alex so so happy, so how could I hate her?”

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that,” comes the reply from a woman Maggie’s never seen before. Kara laughs mirthlessly.

“It was rhetorical, Mom.” Maggie frowns, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She was certain that Kara was sent here alone, her and Clark the only survivors of Krypton. So how was Kara talking to her mother.

“I think you’d like her, too. Maggie, I mean. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Smart and scrappy and she keeps Alex grounded, which is funny because I always thought Alex kept me grounded. Now I think maybe it’s the opposite. I pull Alex along into all this madness, and she needs someone to keep her sane. I don’t know. What do you think?“

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that,” the woman replies again.

“I’m starting to think that maybe I was the worst thing to happen to Alex,” Kara whispers, and her voice cracks just enough for Maggie to hear it, just enough to break Maggie’s heart. “She’d have a great life without me, with Eliza and Jeremiah. And she’d have Maggie. Who you’d like. Or not. I don’t know. I don’t really know you, do I?”

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(From your resident sap, an unbelievably fluffy piece from an unbelievably fluffy conversation with the unbelievably lovely @eggos-and-promises)

El lies awake for hours, watching her ceiling fan spin around and around before finally reaching for the supercomm on her nightstand and turning it to Mike’s channel. She swallows nervously as the static crackles. It’s not a nightmare she’s waking him up for…but she HAS to say SOMETHING.
“Mike?” she whispers into the speaker.
Almost instantaneously, he responds.
“El?”
She can hear the sleep heavy in his voice and her stomach twists with guilt.
“I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“Nonono, El, it’s all right. You didn’t wake me up,” he says through an unsuccessfully stifled yawn. “What did you need? Are you okay?”
Is she okay? Of course. She’s talking to him. That’s why she called. That’s why she was lying awake for all those hours.
That’s why all of a sudden, she doesn’t know what to say.
“El?”
“Yes,” she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “I’m okay.” She thought she’d finally figured out how to say it. But now the worries are back, the worries that tell her maybe she shouldn’t. That it’s silly. That it’s not something she SHOULD say, that it’s only for people like Joyce and Hopper and Nancy and Jonathan.
The static crackles. “Are you sure?” Concern now tinges Mike’s voice and she can picture his face with the tiny frown he always wears when he’s worrying. She never likes him to worry, but something about it makes her heart feel funny, like it’s expanding. She feels that way around Joyce and Hopper and Jonathan and Will whenever they tell her they love her and whenever she tells them she loves them too. But she also feels like that around Mike. Whenever she is around him. Or even when she just thinks about him. And she feels dizzy. Or as if she is wearing all of her jackets at once, even if she’s only in her pajamas.  
Is that still love? It’s what she’s been thinking about all night: she likes being around him. He makes her happy. Isn’t that love? She’s decided she has to tell him, before all the words slip away from her again.
“I’m sure,” she finally responds.
He sighs, relieved. “Okay, good.”
She hears the smile in his voice and her heart expands again. So she takes a deep breath.
“I love you, Mike.”
Silence.
And more silence.
And more silence.
Oh no.
She’d been wrong. She shouldn’t have said anything. Words never came out the right way for her, and now they’d come out all wrong again. A lump grows in her throat as she realizes she doesn’t even know what else to say, even to try and fix it. The silence just pounds in her ears, making her eyes water.
She is just about to put the supercomm back on the nightstand and crawl deep under the covers where she will never have to talk to anyone again when the supercomm crackles back to life.
“I love you, too, El!”
His voice sounds strange, higher and faster and like he’s whispering and yelling at the same time, but it’s MIKE’S VOICE saying THOSE WORDS and that makes her happier than anything.
(If only she had known that the only reason he hadn’t answered right away had been because he’d fallen off his bed in shock and lain motionless on the floor, staring in disbelief at the ceiling. Had she known that, she might have been spared those awful minutes of sadness and worry and doubt.)

The next morning is Saturday and Hopper drops El off at Mike’s house as usual for breakfast. Mike answers the door and before she can say a word, he pulls her into the tightest hug he’s ever given her, one that she tries to return just as tightly.
Mrs. Wheeler pokes her head around the corner to tell them the pancakes are ready, and they break apart (although their hands remain clasped), and the smile on Mike’s face is so big, El’s already huge smile only gets bigger.
When it’s time to go home, and she’s putting on her jacket by the door, Mike suddenly jumps and pulls her away by the hand he’s been holding all day, saying she’s forgotten something in the basement.
When they get there, Mike takes her other hand, takes a deep breath and says in a rush,
“IloveyouEl, IknowIsaiditlastnightbutIwantedtotellyouinperson, too.”
And even though she’s only put on one jacket, it might as well be four. She smiles down at their intertwined hands and then back up at his red smiling face.
“I love you, too.”
They both let out a breath they didn’t know they’d been holding that turns into giggles and then into another tight hug.
They run back up the stairs and to the front door, where both of them have the same idea: to quickly kiss the other on the cheek. Neither of them make it because as El turns around and Mike leans in, their lips meet instead and they spring back, surprised (though definitely not unhappy, if their grins and rosy cheeks are any indicator).
There’s the dizzy feeling again and she’s sure that’s why the only soft words that come out of her mouth are “A kiss.”
Mike’s grin only becomes more sheepish and he glances down at the floor. El turns to leave, and as she steps outside, she whispers one last, “Love you, Mike,” before shutting the door gently behind her.
(Which means that she doesn’t see Mike calmly walk upstairs to his bedroom, where he collapses on the bed and muffles his disbelieving jubilant squeaks into his pillow.)
When Hopper sees her ear-to-ear smile and rosy cheeks, all he asks is, “Huh, good day, kid?”
“Very good,” she says with a giddy nod as she feels her heart expand for the millionth time that day. She knows it won’t be the last.

When they’ve got him in the interrogation room every officer seems to have the same question; was it worth it? With all that happened, with how it turned out, the years of drunken revelry, the constant media attention, the heists, the hubris, the way it ended in a bloodbath the likes of which Los Santos has never seen. This is your legacy Ramsey, was it worth it?

They ask like his answer means anything, ask like they even care what he thinks, ask like they don’t think he feels anything at all. They ask like it wasn’t his plans that brought him here. Like it wasn’t his plans the led to six body bags and a single pair of handcuffs, a room full of tactless officers and a kingpin with no one left to call crew. They ask like can’t help themselves from asking.

Was it worth it?



There’s never a serious discussion, no big heart to heart, but there’s no escaping the fact that the Fake’s all know they are dying in slow motion. More or less signed their own death certificate’s years ago, living on stolen time, and sooner or later they’ll find themselves in the ground.

They took Los Santos by storm and defended it with their lives. With each others lives. Have sacrificed themselves and the ones they love to a city that takes no prisoners. They fought hard for their crown, and kept on fighting every single day to succeed, to profit, to reaffirm themselves as the city’s biggest bads. They knew that they would only be unstoppable until they aren’t. Until the day they fall, and eventually they must fall.  

Even after all the years of action, all the blood, sweat and tears they’ve poured into this empire, everyone knows there is no such thing as retirement for the Fake AH Crew; for all they’ve already trained their own successors the frontrunners of the reigning crew in Los Santos will never be allowed to simply step down and move aside when their time is over. Between old enemies and constant rivals, members of law enforcement and anyone simply looking to boost their own reputation, there are countless numbers who would hunt them to the ends of the earth. Everyone knows, one way or another, the FAHC is going out bloody.

And by god, did they go out bloody.



The Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. What a fucking inconsequential day right? They were owed a Friday at the very least, were meant to go out past midnight, meant to go out in a blaze of glory. They were meant to go out all together. They weren’t meant to go out at all.  

The wheels fell off weeks before, a series of questionable jobs and public fights, a level of disorder totally out of line with the crew’s trademark cohesion. Rumour has it they were rife with in-fighting. Rumour has it after all this time the cracks were finally showing. Its easy, afterwards, to read into the events that came before, to manufacture clues, to swear the writing was on the wall for anyone to see. In reality no one saw it coming. In reality the whole damn city was taken by surprise.

Maybe they bit off more than they could chew, maybe they were distracted, out of sync, or maybe it was just the inevitable finally catching up with them but in the end the Fake’s wind up in a firefight they aren’t winning. After endless years of near misses and close calls, of lucky runs and brilliant timing, after thousands of impossible victories, the FAHC finally lost.

To lose like this, picked off one by one, powerless to save themselves, to save each other, must have been their worst nightmare. With every body on the ground those left only grew more furious, more reckless, lose whatever feeble grasp on self-preservation they ever had, throwing away any possibility of retreat in favour of retribution. It wasn’t enough.

In the end the only one left breathing on either side is Ramsey. The scene finally gone still, silent, the echoes of screams and gunfire fading away into a shivery stunned kind of shock. They say Ramsey’d fallen to his knees amongst the grime, iconic suit near indistinguishable under all the dirt and ash, the blood of men and women who thought they’d live forever. He kneels there in silence while sirens grow ever louder, makes no move to flee, doesn’t even look up from bodies as cars scream to a stop around him.

The messed up thing, the really fucked up part? They say Ramsey was laughing by the time the police got there. Say he stood and brushed himself off, surrounded by the bodies of those he claimed family, drenched sickly red while his empire lay in ruins, and laughed. And god doesn’t that confirm what everyone’s always thought, doesn’t that just prove he always was a monster. Never cared for anyone, for anything, not really. People used to say the one thing Geoff loved was his crew but it seems Ramsey’s cold-blooded ruthlessness won out in the end.



In the fallout of a travesty, of a victory, of an unexpected bloodbath, in a stark grey room faced with a distressingly apathetic villain, in circumstances none could have predicted, all the detectives seem capable of asking is if it was worth it in the end. They ask and ask and Ramsey’s answer never changes, his cold smirk never fades, so calm and unconcerned they catch him glancing at the clock, as though he’s bored. As though even now he’s got somewhere better to be. And still, full of horrified disbelief, they have to ask.

Was it worth it? Yes. Was it worth it? Always. Knowing what you know now, knowing how it ends, how they all go down for you, would you do it all again? Every damn time. Surely you have regrets, you had to know one day it would end like this.  

Oh baby, who says it’s over?



It comes together as a joke more than anything, the cumulation of too many late nights followed by too many bad movies. Their last job was tense, a heist with months of preparations and so much on the line, and while they’ve certainly celebrated their victory like royalty they didn’t come away unscathed. The injuries, numerous though mostly minor, serve to once again remind them all how lucky they’ve been so far. How most don’t make it nearly this many years without tragedy, couldn’t be in the game this long, let alone running the game this long without signing up for devastation. How losing a member, to outright death or crippling injury, is without a doubt only a matter of time at this point. How such a loss will be so much worse in this ridiculously close-knit crew than any they’d experienced before.

Sobering thoughts, combined with the difficulties of winding down after endless weeks of  stress eventually leads to the discussion they never have, the question of what else they could be doing with their lives, what choices brought them here, what they would do if they could just step out, sign off, retire. It’s not that they’re bored of this life they’ve built – how could they be when the world is their oyster – but there’s no denying the fact that after all this time terrorising Los Santos doesn’t quite thrill them like it used to.

If you’d asked any of them ten, five, hell even two years ago they’d have scoffed at the idea of ever retiring, would have sworn up and down that they wanted to go down in flames, to end with a bang, and at the time they meant it. At the time it was true. It still is, in a way, they’ll probably always see something dreadfully appealing in going out on top, but with every passing year it’s harder and harder to look at a room full of people they love and consider playing a role in their deaths. Every time they get hurt it takes a little longer to heal, the old aches and pains are becoming more prominent, and their ever growing patchwork of scars have started looking less badge of honour than they do morbid countdown. Obviously they’ve still got it, still in their prime enough to keep their crown, but between age and gratuitous injury, time is creeping up on them all.

The Fake’s used to joke about the end, said whoever lasted longest won, got to make off with the fortunes, live like a king, but that reality isn’t quite so funny anymore. The idea of surviving, of being left behind with nothing but cold hard cash and heyday memories is enough to make them physically ill. So maybe retiring doesn’t seem quite so unappealing anymore.

Maybe a passing comment way too late at night, after far too much mixing of alcohol and pain meds, in the spirit of some dumb con movie they’d all been heckling, was enough to plant an idea. A ridiculous, unrealistic, completely unattainable idea, but still an idea nonetheless. They’re all a bit hung up on it, still joking, still assuring one another that they aren’t serious, but still bringing it up all the same, running through all the possibilities.

It would take far more than simply disappearing; they have too much wealth and notoriety, have far too many enemies, the world is simply too easy a place to comb through these days. People, at least the vast majority of people, would have to be convinced not to come looking. Convinced there was nothing to look for, nothing to track, would have to think the absent members of the Fake AH Crew were in the one place no one could ever reach them.

There are ways, of course, to feign death. For those with the right contacts, with endless money and enough resources, there are ways to trick the body into something close enough to pass, at least for a time. But even then it’s not so simple; there must be witnesses, there must be evidence, crook and cop alike must be sure. Of course with a public death comes increased risk- it wouldn’t do to go so far in their act that appearances became reality, to go to such lengths to imitate death only to wind up that way regardless. Somehow, someone’s going to have to play guardian, prevent anyone’s corpse from catching a stray bullet to the brain, or jerking back to life too late with guts already laid out on an autopsy table. Someone has to be ready to whisk them all away, and who do any of them trust more than the man they’ve been following all these years. The boss they’d die for. The boss they will die for.

They don’t talk about it, because no one wants to admit it might be happening, no one wants to burst the bubble, to invite reality to rush in and crush the unbelievable thought that the Fake’s might get a happy ending, but at some point they stop laughing. At some point they each quietly start getting all their ducks in a row, using their free time to organise their affairs.

No one questions the way Geoff and Jack have started having day-long meetings with the support crew in-between jobs, the way Lindsay’s spending far more of her time recruiting than ever before, the way Gavin’s taking calls at all hours of the day, rarely in english, clearly haggling over something. They don’t wonder why all their money is getting moved around, why Ryan and Michael are busy collecting all outstanding debts while Jeremy and Ray are plotting the layout of the police station, the morgue.

It’s all happening on the down low, all behind business as usual, but eventually, after nearly a year of quiet organisation, they are just about ready to disappear. All that’s left is the bang, the flashy smoke and mirrors, the hook to stop anyone coming after them, anyone even thinking to track them down. One final step, one last decision to make, a choice they must commit to as one or not at all. All they’ve got left to do is die.



Over the years the Fake AH Crew has grown exponentially but the original elements have never drifted apart, never gone looking for something else or turned on one another. The crew has flourished, become a full blown empire, but nothing can touch the unity of the innermost members, as strong now as it have ever been. For all their loyal familiarity was mocked back in the day, for all their closeness was seen as a weakness, after all these years it seems only death itself will seperate them now. If they had the chance to evade their own mortality one last time, to get out, to be free, would they make the leap?



The Fake’s die halfway through the afternoon on a Tuesday. Pattillo, the Vagabond, Mogar and the Golden Boy, Little J and Brownman, but not the boss. Well not on paper anyway – any who knew them must know Ramsey’d never recover from the loss. Any who didn’t just know the LSPD took seven bodies away that day and none of them ever came back. It’s not a stretch to assume Ramsey’s survival was a rumour. To believe it wishful thinking, to say he died at the scene or died at the station, delayed injury or the cops cleaning up the last loose thread of the group who’d made their lives living hell for years.

There’s paperwork out there, somewhere, claiming a different story. A report that barely makes a lick of sense, the sworn record that a kingpin arrived in chains and left with corpses, slipped out of his cell like he was never there, without a hint as to how he got free. He disappeared like smoke, not a trace left behind, and none of the seven alive or dead ever resurfaced. The story is embarrassing, inexplicable, and it reflects badly enough on the LSPD that it is quickly buried.

Even if it hadn’t been there are few who would believe it. Few who could believe for even a moment that Ramsey could walk free and not be with the last of his crew, that he would let another run his empire, run his city, if he was in any way capable of preventing it. No, however it went down Ramsey did not survive. It’s fitting, really. No one can live forever and the OG Fake’s were certainty pushing their luck, had been pushing it for years; a crew that close should go out together.



The Fall of the Fake AH Crew isn’t much of a fall, in the end. The seemingly inevitable power vacuum one would expect following the death of the group who’d been running the city for endless years never comes. It shouldn’t be possible but even after the most devastating loss imaginable the the FAHC isn’t toppled from their throne. They restructure almost overnight; many of the oldest, original members of the support crew bow out, disappear on the wind without a trace, but there are more than enough left behind to fill their shoes. It’s almost perfect, almost unbelievable, some of support shuffling into the spotlight while still more unknown faces are revealed to boost their ranks. Their ability to keep their enemies at bay during the turmoil is impressive enough, but it’s the absence of internal conflicts that is truely boggling; there are no betrayals or executions, no public power plays or jealous feuds, somehow the city’s most scrutinised gang managed to completely restructure after the loss of not just their leader but all their key members without a single hitch. Almost like they were ready, like it was planned.



If the Fake’s had the chance to stay together, to start over somewhere else, stop waiting for the day one of them inevitably doesn’t make it home, but in return they had to step away from the action, give up everything they’d built, hand if off to legacy and fade out into legend, would it be worth it?

Apparently, yes. For all of them, from the moment the possibility arises, throughout every conversation, every debate and consideration, with everything they will lose, with everything they stand to gain, every goddamn time without fail, yes.



Somewhere out there, worlds away from Los Santos, a man sits on a private beach. He isn’t armed with anything more than a beer, there are no weapons, he simply sits upon the sand enjoying the breeze. There’s a woman to his right, sunbathing, a man to his left doing the same; golden tans make their startling number of scars stand out in stark relief but the heat of the sun does wonders for stubborn pains. At the shoreline old friends are knocking shoulders, bumping each other nearer and nearer to the water, not quite rough-housing like little boys but they’re getting close, voices rising on the wind.

The single house behind them is huge and noisy, full of music and chatter, full of monsters and overgrown children, the most loyal humans the man has ever had the honour of knowing. In a brief moment of silence sound from the television drifts down to the beach, an American news anchor reporting the latest infraction of some criminal organisation in a far away city; the house cheers and kicks back into a merry roar. Down by the water there is a betrayal, a splash and screeching protest as one winds up in the waves against his will. Safe on the sand, without a trouble in the world, the man laughs.

Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.
Analysis: Levi and Desperation

This topic comes from an ask that’s currently in my inbox. The ask has several questions in that ask though, and since I had been wanting to write on this topic anyway, I felt it would best be served to break it out as its own article. So, my anon asks:

I was wondering, what else do you think Levi might suffer from? Illnesses, etc.

Dear Levi is a little ball of pain rolled up in a blanket of trauma with a dash of sass. I think at this time I’ve really covered all of the potential “illnesses” or disorders I think he could possibly be displaying such as OCPD,  perhaps some type of anxiety issues that he’s become very good at coping with. I’ve also covered before some specific personality traits he displays that would be a result of his many traumas which include a dismissive-avoidant attachment style and a flattened affect which I’ve mentioned in several places.

Something I’ve noticed about Levi that I haven’t written about yet though is that brosky does not seem to handle distress (or desperation) well, particularly in instances where there is a blocker to his over arching goals of defeating the Titans and he is unable to control the situation. I use the term “distress” to separate it out from general stress. I’m using distress somewhat interchangeably with “desperation” here, to denote moment of particular heightened emotions that a result of facing down potential disastrous failure. This first really occurred me when re-reading this panel a couple of weeks ago:

Now that we’ve spent so much more time with Levi, we can identify that this reaction is extremely out of character for Levi. Many fans have observed how, in general, Levi doesn’t give orders like this. He prefers to give people a choice to follow him, a chance to make their own decisions. Even when he’s about to lead the bait and switch mission against the Reeves company. He says “Do you trust him [Erwin]? Anyone dumb enough to say yes, follow me.”

Another big indicator is also in the Female Titan arc:

There’s that meme floating around (that is pretty funny) of this scene where Erwin is given the caption “I fucked up”. But when I see this scene, I really think its Levi who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Annie’s locked up tighter than Fort Knox. They need her to answer questions, to fill in the gaps of what the hell is going on. And Levi can’t get to her. So he starts running his mouth, partly to intimidate and partly to vent his frustration. (I’ve certainly done it before, I get pissed off and start pacing the floor, running off at the mouth how I’m going to beat the crap out of someone which I then never really do.)

Annie is doing her best to standoff with the Survey Corps, waiting for an opportune moment to break away. Its possible she could have turned to calling the other Titans eventually anyway, but Levi’s frustration driven speech is really what drives her to do it in that moment. Levi is a scary mutherfucker, I mean if I had him threatening to cut off my limbs I’d do everything in my power to get the hell away from him too.

And, of course, there is the infamous Historia scene:

Levi doesn’t wear desperation well. He explains his full view on the matter in that scene: “Of course, if there’s another way… If we could seize control of this world, then a lot of people who would’ve died will live.” By Historia becoming Queen, they’re a HUGE leap closer to ending the terror they currently live. But, just like with Eren shifting into a titan, Levi has to rely on someone else to do it. Historia HAS to agree to become Queen otherwise the best plan they have, the best one they’ve probably come up with in the history of the Survey Corps that will theoretically save the most amount of lives is completely down the drain. And Levi has to rely on Historia to make the right choice.

And he kind of sucks at need to rely on other people to make choices for him. You can’t really blame the guy. He has a history of choices ending poorly for him. And he’s not good at clearly communicating his needs to others. Violence is the best language he knows. So when he’s distressed and pushed to that point of desperation, that’s when he starts cracking and snapping at people in a particularly virulent matter.

There are some other subtle moments that display this too. In Trost for example, when Eren and Annie are fighting: Levi’s injured and can’t join in the fight. His only options are to rely on the fact that the 104 and Hange’s Squad can take care of things.

(I don’t know why, but I just really love this use of subtle characterization. Probably because I’m a theatre kid.)

So, while its not necessarily something he “suffers” from, per say, it is a really interesting facet of his personality that he doesn’t handle these particular types of distressful situations where he needs to rely on others well. Which is why I find this frame of Chapter 66 so hugely profound for him:

He makes the choice to rely on Eren and just have faith that he’ll make the right one without snapping. The page draws a parallel to the forest in the Female Titan Arc, but even then Levi still had a modicum of control. He knew Erwin’s trap was just ahead so if Eren made the choice to transform, he still could have guided Eren to help draw Annie into the trap. Here, he is completely at Eren’s mercy.

A Haylor Time Capsule

I get irrationally and selfishly sad about those few months before Haylor when making fun of the idea of Harry & Taylor was a game that Harry & Louis and the rest of the boys all played. They all willingly and happily let Louis turn it into a self-defense mechanism to take the sting out of it.

They thought it was going to be so easy, mildly annoying, another Haroline, but it was so much worse than that. Having experienced the firestorm that was Haylor, however, they (and we) now know what a toll it did take on them both. 

Before all of that profound heartache, however, there was this interview

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Aaron Rodgers is the Harry Styles of football

First of all, please look at these two champions, both wearing #12 and both twirling happily:

Majestic!

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elliespinola  asked:

how do you imagine Remus, James and Sirius (about their personality)? And one quote that they would always said and kind of represent their characteristics.

Oh boy here we go. 

 
James: I see James as a caring, almost mother hen type.  He cares about his friends and family with this blinding intensity, and has a good heart.  He was spoiled as a kid, which led to him being an idiot as a teenager, but he was never intentionally mean or rude, just a bit short-sighted when it comes to how people feel about his pranks and jokes (Snape is obviously a different story, but I don’t have time to get into that here).  He also is the kind of personal who is really bothered when people don’t like him, unless they have a good reason (ex., his view on pureblood supremacy). I also think he’s stubborn, dedicated, observant, and a huge effing dork.  

One quote I choose to represent James: X

Sirius: I see Sirius as a huge smart-alec.  He obviously has/had huge problems at home, and I think he dealt with the negative emotions caused by that by being the funny, sauve guy.  He’s more likely to be rude than James, but still is a very caring person underneath the facade.  He’s also the most emotionally unstable of the group, which - on the rare occurrences where it’s brought up - he’ll joke as being a by-product of inbreeding, but is actually a lot more complex.  He’s the kind of person you could find staring out the window at three in the morning and looking like he hasn’t moved in hours, and if you ask him what’s wrong he’s just as likely to shrug and head to bed as he his to go off on a tangent about the enormity of the universe.  If he ever is caught in a moment of seriousness, as soon as it passes he’ll go about his business as if it never happened at all.  He’s the kind of person who envisions himself as a better person than he actually is, and has a difficult time coping whenever he disappoints himself (let alone his friends).  He’s not worried about disappointing people he doesn’t care about, however.  I also think he’s loyal, defensive, lofty, and “cool”.  

One quote I choose to represent Sirius: X  (also, everything in the catdog tag)

Remus: I see Remus as detached, but not distant.  Out of necessity, he’s developed the ability to keep himself out of the spotlight without anyone noticing his step back as deliberate.  He’s the kind of person that continued to surprise his friends for years as they learned new things about him, simply because they always thought they had him figured out.  (He’s also the kind of person that always surprises people when he swears, despite having quite a penchant for it.)  Being thought of as a filthy, inhuman creature by most of the wizarding world has caused him to act overly civil in public, despite having the same range of emotions as anyone else (only his friends ever see him angry, drunk, bitter, etc).  He’s very lenient and very forgiving when it comes to his friends, because he realizes how very lucky he is to have found people who not only accept him but genuinely care for him.  Because of this, he’s willing to put up a lot of their shit, even if it negatively affects him.  He’s also very self-deprecative and, because of that, very bad at caring for himself.  James often ends up reminding him to eat three square meals, or get a decent amount of sleep (unless this is a verse in which I ship wolfstar, because in that case Sirius reminds him).  During the first war his friends won’t have time to look after him, and he’ll sometimes go days without eating more than scraps without even realizing it.

One quote I choose to represent Remus: X

Peter: I love Peter.  I know you probably can’t tell based on the quotes on this blog, but all kidding aside, I love him to death (can you believe some people leave him out of fics?  Imagine the complexity required to develop a character who makes the choices he does.  That’s a writer’s goldmine!!)  Anyway, I see Peter as an only child, raised by a doting but slightly over-protective mother (think Eddie Kaspbrak’s mom in IT, only not as severe).  He never learns to stand up for himself because as a child, his mother did it for him, and in Hogwarts his friends did.  I also imagine he suffers from social and general anxiety disorders.  He’s kind, if over-eager, and a flatterer.  He’s the kind of person you’d want to rant to, because he’d never try to turn the conversation on himself.  He sometimes resents his friends for overlooking him, but is aware that it’s just as much his fault for never trying to step out of their shadows, and nothing ever comes from that resentment.  He’s also very good at stringing people along.  He has an irrational fear of being caught doing or saying the wrong thing (born from his fear of losing his friends, which is in turn born from his low self-esteem) and is a pro at deflecting the blame, even if it means pushing it on to someone else.  He’s the best poker player of the group, hands down.  He falls in with the Death Eaters out of desperation and fear, and is never comfortable with his decision.  During the first war he’s able to split himself in two - the good person that he is and the bad things that he does - in order to live with himself, and it isn’t until James and Lily are murdered that he realizes that he may not be that good of a person after all.

One quote I choose to represent Peter: X (and X and X and X and X)  :)

archer973  asked:

Hello darling, I was wondering if I could maybe send a Rogue Canary prompt? They have to go undercover in a strip club for ~reasons~ and things get very interesting. I'll leave it up to you who does what, ie dancer, bouncer, patron, bartender, etc. Feel free to make it as smutty or funny as you want! (Or both. Both is good.) Thanks, sweetheart!

thanks for the prompt hun!!!
dis: i don’t own LOT
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“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” asked Sara. 

“Quite,” said Rip though the communicators. “I understand your feelings of skepticism but during this time, Kit’s contact is in this establishment.”

“Okay then,” said Sara, walking inside. The lighting was dim save for the stages where the bright lights highlighted those on it. The music played with such a heavy bass she felt it in her chest. Looking around she saw many women and men holding bundles of ones and other men up on the stage dancing. Sara took a moment to appreciate the view of a man in ass-less chaps before heading to the bar. She slid onto a stool before ordering a drink. “Hey! I’ll take a bottle of Bud Light.”

“Sure Sweetie,” said the bartender, looking a little rattled. “Just give me a moment.”

“Busy night?” asked Sara. 

“Busy and understaffed…” Just then a man came up to the counter. Sara fought a smirk as she looked up to see Leonard, looking quite annoyed, reaching for another tray of drinks. “Leonard! Try and smile, Dear, you’ll scare the customers!”

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generatorcat  asked:

11, JayTim?

jaytim, 11: ‘We’re actually being kind of silly for once’ kiss

(and an anon asked for this as well, so double fill!)

When Jason walks down to the cave, spins Tim around in the computer chair to face him, and asks ‘What day is it?’ Tim takes more than thirty seconds to answer and it comes out sounding like Tim’s really, really, trying to think of something smarter to say than ‘Tue…rsday?’ but that’s what comes out of his mouth. Jason knows Tim’s been down here way too long and knows that he probably hasn’t seen sun in about three days and probably doesn’t even know if it’s day or night right now.

(It’s night, just for the record.)

Jason grabs Tim up by the scruff of his neck, ignoring any complaints he has, and drags him up to the ground level, pressed a jacket into his hands, and says ‘we’re going out’ in a manner that Tim can’t argue with.

He does still, but that’s beyond the point. He shuts up a bit when he climbs onto the back of Jason’s bike and holds on tight as he speeds out of the driveway, but that’s mostly because it’s not like Jason could hear him over all the noise anyway.

It takes Tim about three minutes of riding to actually relax. His grip around Jason’s waist isn’t so much ‘white knuckle’ anymore and his thighs aren’t squeezing around Jason too harshly. He can feel Tim lean into Jason’s back, the helmet he’s wearing keeping them separated, but he’s close now, calmer, and most importantly outside of the damned cave.

Jason stops in front of a movie theater. Tim blinks. “Seriously?”

“What? That Cloverfield movie is out. You like sci fi, I like Mary Elizabeth Winstead.”

“Jason, you literally have a crush on the entire cast of Sky High.”

“Not the point. Point is, it’s date night.”

Tim nearly continues arguing– nearly. But then they get inside and Jason buys them tickets and they stop at the concession stand to get food. By the time they actually get into the theater, Tim’s carrying the largest icee available (all the flavors mixed together, of course) with sour patch kids and Jason’s got the popcorn and nachos for them to split. They find a pair of seats in the back and settles in.

They watch the movie with soft giggles that turn into jumps of shock whenever John Goodman comes on screen– there’s cheesy finger prints on Tim’s jacket and half the popcorn is spilled onto the floor by the end of it and Tim can’t help but lean in to give Jason a cold lipped kiss on the cheek as he whispers about how badass Mary Elizabeth was at the end of it all.

Jason gives him a grin right back and pulls Tim in for another, longer, kiss that’s all salt and sugar, but neither of them want to be ‘that couple’ so before anything heavy starts they clean up as best they can and walk out.

They go for ice cream after, taking a long walk around the block as they eat cookies and cream and mint chocolate chip, chasing it down their fingers as it starts to melt too fast. Jason grabs Tim’s wrist, dragging his cone towards him to steal a lick and get the dripping cookies and cream off his fingers, but Tim plays dirty and smashes the ice cream up, knocking it full on into Jason’s nose who stands there in shock while Tim starts cracking up behind his hand.

It stops as soon as Jason shoves his ice cream against Tim’s cheek and Tim’s gasping at the cold of it. Both cones have now tumbled to the ground and both men are staring at each other head on with ice cream melting on their faces.

Jason makes the first movie, shoving his hand against Tim’s cheek to smear the mint even more, get him stickier, but Tim’s quick to push him off, to the same to him, until they’re tangled against each other on the sidewalk, laughing as the fighting settles down and both have bits of melted ice cream along their jaws and in their hair. Tim licks at the corner of his mouth tasting the chocolate chip mint and Jason’s yes follow his tongue, leaning in to chase after it and kiss Tim right there on the street with everyone passing them by.

When they pull away, they’re both a mess, both licking ice cream from their lips, and both smiling.

Tim giggles. “Thanks, Jason. I sort of needed this.”

Jason snorts, rolling his eyes. “Of course you did, I always know what’s best. Now, lets go find some napkins before people really start looking at us funny.”

Tim hums his agreement, leaning into Jason’s side as they walk off down the sidewalk, his mind clear and feeling light for the first time in days.

anonymous asked:

Victuuri w/ a prompt consisting of a promise? (That victor keeps and remembers lol)

This was sUPER angsty in my initial draft but then suddenly it became so fluffy I drowned in the fluff. Hope you don’t mind, though!


Yuuri didn’t want to say it outright. Not yet. He noticed it a long time ago and kept on seeing it ever since. Victor wasn’t very good at hiding things, apparently. Or maybe Yuuri was just really good at seeing them at just the right times. Maybe luck (good or bad or both) was on his side most of the time. But, one day, curiosity got the better of him. He had to ask, or he’d explode from all the weird questions drifting around his head.

“Victor?”

His oddball coach had been sitting by the pier, legs dangling over the water. When Yuuri called his name, he started and turned with his signature disarming smile. “Yuuri! You’re here,” he said warmly. As always, whenever Victor spoke to him, Yuuri felt like he was quickly being enveloped by a giant fluffy muffler. It was warm and cozy and made his mind drift off to happy places. But today, he had a mission, so he shook his head of daydreams about Vicchan and pushed himself to get straight to the point. He took his place next to Victor, letting his legs hang over the edge of the pier.
“What’s that, erm, notebook you keep scribbling in?” he asked hesitantly.
Victor tensed for a split second before relaxing and pulling the notebook out into full view. “This?”
“Yeah, that!” Yuuri cried a little too enthusiastically. He paused, blushing slightly. “Sorry. But yes. That. Is it okay if I ask what you write in it?”
“Oh… Well, this and that, I suppose.”
He deflated a little at Victor’s attempt to avoid the subject. But he couldn’t fight the curiosity he had. Victor had been writing in that little notebook so clandestinely for the past months leading up to the Grand Prix Finals that Yuuri hadn’t had the heart to ask back then. But now, things were a little different. He wanted to know. He felt like he needed to know. Especially now that Victor was leaving Hasetsu to move back home.
“Are they programs?” Yuuri blurted. “For next season?”
Victor blinked. “Ye-es,” he said slowly. “Something like that. They’re most definitely things I have planned.”
“Oh,” Yuuri said brightly. Victor hadn’t talked about the next skating season for so long that Yuuri was beginning to dread that he wasn’t going to compete. They had promised each other, after all.
I swear, Victor, Yuuri had told him, teary-eyed but full of fire and determination, next season, I’ll make you look at me and we’ll stand next to each other on that podium. Not as coach and pupil. But as equals. Competitors. Rivals.
Victor had smiled broadly then. I won’t forget that promise, he’d said. I’ll come back next season and—he’d grinned wider—I’ll snatch the championship title from right under your nose, little piggy.
Yuuri could feel himself smiling at the memory. To think that Victor Nikiforov had taken him up on his challenge… To think that Victor believed in him this much… They had come so far.
He had come so far.
Yuuri eyed Victor from where he sat. Victor was gazing off at the faraway horizon. The sky was overcast and grey but Victor’s blue, blue eyes were like the clearest sky Yuuri had never seen and knew he would never see in his lifetime. He didn’t realise Victor had come close enough for a kiss until they actually were, in fact, kissing.
Yuuri felt his stomach flip and his heart skip a beat. He still wasn’t used to this, to Victor kissing him, or the fact that Victor loved him at all. It was still surreal.
The kiss was long but gentle. Victor pulled away with the softest gaze. “Yuuri,” he said quietly. “Will you come to Moscow with me?”
“Mos… cow?” Yuuri balked. “M-m-me? Go w-w-with you? To M-M-Moscow?” His head was spinning in a whirlwind of emotions and general confusion. “W-Why?”
“Because I promised you once.”
Yuuri felt the cold band of metal slide down his finger and he felt like melting then and there. “You p-promised?”
“I did,” Victor said, running a hand through Yuuri’s hair and down along his jawline. “I promised you so many things. So many things that I knew I would forget, so I started to write them all down. But for some reason, I never forgot any of them anyway. I never needed to write them down.”
“Victor? Is this about… seeing me as an equal?”
“Yes?”
Yuuri bit his lip, but he couldn’t help it. He started to laugh. Victor, confused, asked him what was so funny.
“I think you forgot exactly what we promised,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. “I said to look at me as an equal, a competitor, and a rival. This kind of equal isn’t what I had in mind.”
Victor wilted. “So you don’t like it?”
“No!” Yuuri said almost vehemently. “I love it! And I would love to go with you… but I’m still not sure about what kind of path I should take from now on. I—”
“Yuuri,” Victor said firmly, taking his hands, “I remember that promise. I remember promising that I’d totally beat you in the finals next season.”
“Great that you remember that bit, at least.”
“But!” he went on. “I’m talking about another promise.”
Yuuri raised his eyebrows. “Another one? Which one?”
Victor pursed his lips. “And people say I’m the forgetful one,” he muttered. “I’m talking about the one we made right before the Rostelecom!”
“Right… before…?” Yuuri wracked his brain. “I don’t…”
“I said we’d always be together forever! And you cried! And the snow started falling! And Yurio was cheering, you know! Yakov and Mila and Lilia too!”
“Victor, uh… I don’t know how I’m supposed to say this…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m pretty sure you were drunk… and that was a dream…”
“Whaaaat?” Victor looked and sounded like he couldn’t believe a single word.
“No, really!” Yuuri insisted. “I think… it was the night after Rostelecom. We’d all gone drinking. Minako challenged you to a drinking contest over FaceTime. You were saying things in Russian and Yakov, Yurio, and Mila were all yelling at you to calm down. You passed out and I had to bring you back home…”
Victor paused, then flushed bright red. He slumped forward, covered his face with his hands, and groaned. “Now I remember,” he said gloomily. “And all these months I’d taken it so seriously. I’d really thought you’d said yes to my proposal…”
“Oh…” Yuuri blushed as he slowly realised it. “Proposal?”
Victor slumped forward even more. “Yes. Proposal.”
“Isn’t that a little too… fast?”
He suddenly sat straight up. His blue eyes were sparkling. “So you mean you’ll consider it?”
Yuuri raised both his hands, frantic. “Uh, um, we just started d-d-dating last month so… I…” His voice lowered to a whisper. “I do like the ring but…”
Victor was practically a hair’s breadth away again. “So you do like it?” He sat back, murmuring things in Russian with such a happy look on his face that Yuuri couldn’t help but smile too.
“About going to Russia, though…”
Victor looked up at him. “Oh, I know… it must have surprised you.”
No kidding, thought Yuuri amusedly.
“So I suppose you’ll… think about it?”
Yuuri let out a little breath and scooted closer to Victor, leaning against him. Their hands found each other and their fingers intertwined like it was as natural as breathing.
“I’ll think about it,” said Yuuri. “We can go through your notebook in the meantime.”
Victor laughed and leaned over to kiss Yuuri on the forehead. “Any promise made with you is one worth keeping.”
“Even if it’s just a drunken one?”
Victor blushed a little. “Yes. Even that.”
Yuuri laughed. “Then that’s a lot of promises. Enough for a lifetime, to be honest.”
“We’ll keep them all,” Victor said, “if you’ll let me spend a lifetime with you.”
Yuuri glanced at him shyly. “A proposal again?”
“Perhaps.” Victor smiled and Yuuri felt warm again. Just like this, next to Victor, he felt like he could spend the rest of his life wrapped up in this warmth. And as for all the pending promises, well, they had more than enough time to go through them all.
Definitely.

Day 7 - Sledding (30 Day Winter Challenge)

I’ll be the first to say that I bullshit my way through this, but I hope someone will get some enjoyment out of this.

(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace)

Getting out of bed had been a mistake.

And he knew this because he woke up from his three hours of sleep because of a call from Jason. Now, they usually weren’t bad, but Jason sounded slightly panicked and pleading.

Which meant Percy had had another brilliant idea and was dragging all of his friends into it.

“C’mon, Neeks. It’s sledding. It’s fun!” Nico could hear Percy yelling in the background of the call.

“Tell him I told him to fuck off,” Nico told Jason. “For waking me up this early to do a sport.”

Percy said something in the background.

“Percy says he’ll buy you McDonald’s.” Jason informed him.

Ha! So that’s how it was, uh? Bribery. Pfft. As if that was going to work.

“You little shits.” He told them to make sure they knew he wasn’t that easy. “Where do I meet you and when?”


The Fort Greene Park was full of people and loud, and Nico regretted joining them immediately.

“Where’s my stuff?” He mumbled to Percy, hands in the pockets of his parka and sunglasses to protect him from all that brightness.

“Jesus, Dracula the Third. Have some fun! Lose the scowl, will you?” Percy cheered.

Nico scowled at him.

“Okay.” Percy said with a roll of his eyes, his breath foggy. “At least join us in the sledding!”

Percy didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to the bottom of a small hill which was all covered in snow and with people already sledding. Children shouted, as usual, and parents all laughed or yelled even louder than them.

Nico missed his bed. The silence and dimness of his own room…

“Watch out!” Someone shouted, and before Nico could even process that he was hit by something at high speed.

The world tilted for a moment and he seemed to be weightless, like he was floating, the white of the snow making his eyes hurt due to the sudden loss of his sunglasses. But it all only lasted for a second before two arms enveloped his waist and he found himself on the floor, sitting on something.

Or rather… someone?

“Jesus Christ.” Someone — a man — whispered beside him, way too close. “A-are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you—”

“No shit.” Nico mumbled, still slightly dizzy. Someone was screaming.

“Which is weird, considering you’re all in black…” He babbled on, and Nico had just about enough of him.

Until he looked up and took a good look at the stranger’s face.

What he saw was freckles. Freckles everywhere and blue eyes full of concern staring back at him. His blond, curly hair was shiny, catching his attention amidst this opaque winter.

And Nico was sitting on his lap.

Behind the man, Percy and Jason were running toward him, visibly desperate, but Nico made a motion for them to go away and not bother with him (he was more than fine), and soon returned his attention to the stranger, raising an eyebrow at him.

“So?”

“I—I’m s-sorry. I— Is there any way I can make it up to you somehow?” The man stuttered. “I-I’m a doctor. I can check you up, if you want. See if you hit your head or something…”

“I’m fine.”

“I insist.” He said in a firmer tone, staring straight into Nico’s eyes. Then he smiled a little, narrowing his eyes in a teasing way. “Doctor’s orders.”

Good God.

“Are you… flirting with me or something?” Nico said without thinking, hoping he didn’t sound as pathetically hopeful as he felt.

The man tilted his head, his features saturated with surprise — followed by confusion. He gulped, and Nico wished he could say he didn’t accompany the movement with interest.

Look, he was in a hot guy’s lap, okay? When was the last time this had happened?

Far too long ago, that’s when.

“Uh…” He licked his lips. “No? I’m really a doctor.”

For some reason, that made Nico even more annoyed. This really wasn’t the day for his flirting to go this wrong.

But then again, the day was already so bad this didn’t even come as a surprise. Ugh.

“And— wouldn’t you like to?” He asked, his tiredness seeping through his voice.

The man frowned, alarmed, and looked around himself as if looking for an explanation.

“To… flirt with you?”

“You know what, never mind. I’m just being plain stupid today.”

“No, wait, uh—” The man grabbed his wrist as Nico prepared to stand up. “L-let’s restart. I’m Will Solace.”

Nico hesitated before finally accepting today was bound to be weird and shook the hand Will Solace was offering.

Will Solace. Even his name was nice.

Fuck him.

“Nico di Angelo.”

“Di Angelo? Where is that from?”

“Italy.”

Will’s eyes lighted up, his posture suddenly going straight with interest.

“Seriously? I’ve always wanted to go there. Well, I’ve always wanted to visit everywhere, but Italy sounds calm and charming and rich with history.”

Nico smiled at him before his sense of reason could stop him.

“Well, I might take you there someday.”

Will smiled back, his cheeks seemingly deepening in color, the rose now vivid.

Well, maybe you should take me out for coffee first.”

Fucking finally.

Nico nodded, giving him a knowing look, and Will’s smile turned shy.

“Was that good?”

“Oh, it was perfect.” Nico praised, finally getting out of Will’s lap and helping him stand up as well.

“I have to say this was the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had.” Will mumbled, scratching the back of his head while Nico dusted the snow off his clothes.

“Same. But here’s my phone. Put your number on it and we’ll set something up.”

Will did, and somehow he was still blushing by the time he gave Nico’s phone back.

Oh, Nico would have a lot of fun with him.

“Thanks, Doc.” He winked, and for a moment delighted himself with the sight of Will’s jaw dropping although no words left his mouth.

Then he turned and walked away.

He guessed no ordinary day could be bad enough that it couldn’t be improved by a hot guy’s phone number.

He’d make good use of it.


*whispers* Joke’s on Nico… He’s gonna fall so hard for this shy sunshine boy. Plot twist, Will is the one to whisper dirty things in Nico’s ear and turn him on in the worst times and in the most public places and Nico loves him. Will is interesting and funny and lets Nico be with his dark emo done-with-the-world aesthetic because guess what?? Will loves him too!!! They adopt three dogs and their morning paper is the old senior dog sanctuary page on facebook

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if this comes as offensive because I'm not trying to offend you: your metas and your slow mo gifs are entertaining and funny but half of the things you say don't make sense to me. I'm not homophobic (the thousands of fanfics are enough proof of that) but I fail to see Johnlock. I'm not kidding. I don't see it. When I talk to nay-ers they say it's because the johnlockers are crazy. Now I'll try to ask the other side. Who'd the crazy in your opinion?

Hello! No need to apologize, I’m not offended. And thanks re: the metas and gifs. :)

I don’t think either “side” is crazy. And I definitely don’t think everyone who doesn’t believe John and Sherlock are in love is homophobic. That’s absolutely untrue.

I do think the heteronormative lens is very powerful, and difficult to comprehend (especially for those who don’t want to accept it exists). This has been said many times, but the simplest way to put it is that if the roles of Sherlock and John had been cast as a man and a woman and the writing and everything else remained the same, the debate would not exist at all. Sexual tension between a man and a woman is never explained away as a sort of coincidental element in their particularly deep platonic friendship. Even if people didn’t ship the couple, they’d still see where the show was going. A slow-building romance.

Here’s a simpler way to say it: viewers generally default characters to heterosexual unless explicitly told otherwise through dialogue or blatant stereotyping.

As far as things in my metas not making sense, I understand what you’re saying. And you’ve asked me this very respectfully, so please know I’m answering honestly here and am not in any way trying to insult you.

I write fiction for a living. It’s not a hobby – it’s how I pay the bills. I have a few novels in bookstores and several more under contract. I also teach creative writing, and I’ve written a few scripts for a very small production company. That’s why my metas focus mostly on metaphor and subtext and such, because those are standards in any writer’s toolbox. I know how to use them, and I know how to identify them when they’re used by other writers. Moffat, Gatiss, and Thompson are highly experienced, skilled, successful writers. They know what they’re doing.

You’ve probably read other metas on this show as well. Some are written by film school students and graduates. Some are written by actors. Some are written by photographers, some are written by gender studies majors, musicians, doctors…and so on. They all use their expertise to shed light on certain elements of this show. And at one point or another, a lot of them have been called crazy, too.

Some people think claiming that an episode of a show contains an metaphorical mystery illustrating one character’s unspoken revelation of love sounds crazy. 

To a writer, it’s not crazy at all.

Some people think analyzing the objects on a character’s desk in order to better interpret his mental state sounds crazy. 

To a production designer, it’s not crazy at all.

Some people think using lighting and shot composition to explain a character’s emotions or secret desires sounds crazy. 

To a still photographer, it’s not crazy at all.

Some people think studying themes and motifs in a soundtrack to interpret character motive and mood sounds crazy. 

To a composer, it’s not crazy at all.

Some people think claiming viewers are wildly misinterpreting the main character arc in a popular show thanks to an institutionalized ideological system which asserts that heterosexuality is the norm sounds crazy. 

To a gender studies academic, it’s not crazy at all.


There are many, many roles involved in putting together a show or film. Roles filled by educated, experienced individuals all collaborating to tell a story. Subtext and lighting and set design, all of it – there are teams of people dedicated to this stuff. Don’t believe me? Do your research! ;)

That’s why I cringe when I read comments about “over-analyzation” and “reading too much into it” and “tortured metaphors” and “delusional.” Not because I’m offended, but because the commenter is oblivious to how ignorant they sound. (Not you, Anon!) 

Frankly, this is also why I cringe when I read things like “stop making arguments based on a ship that isn’t even canon!” or “it’s not canon yet, you’re just seeing what you want to see!” Well…false.

There are nine episodes of canon. A canonical romance does not magically appear from nothing when two pairs of lips touch. Canon is foundation. Canon is structure. Canon is building towards something. The writers and all of the cast and crew have given us nine episodes of canon. Good storytelling is about much more than The End.

I’m absolutely not saying all the metas (including my own) are hitting the nail on the head every single time – theories are theories. But I, and a lot of meta writers, are basing our observations on facts. 

To end on a positive note, here’s where I confess something bordering on blasphemy: I love hiatus. I really do. As excited as I am to find out what happens next, I love having all this time to absorb and digest these few episodes, to pick them apart and discover new connections, to speculate on what’s to come. And I appreciate that this extra-long wait is the reason this show is so high-quality. Sure, it’d be great if we got three more episodes this coming January. But would they be as good when written, filmed, and edited under such a rush? We all joke about how hiatus is torture, but I think it’s one of the most fun parts of being a fan of this show.

Hell, maybe I really am just crazy after all. 

It’s time for the weekly mega-post with my feelings about Yuri on Ice, and this time it’s the turn of Episode 4!

Which is Kubo’s favorite, apparently. Will it also be my favorite? Let’s see! Now with extra juicy theories!

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More of my trash solangelo headcanons yayyyy…

You guys seemed to like my last one so here’s another one for you lovely people

The last one was more based around will so I’ll try to make this one about nico :3

•OKAY so nico was pretty excited to meet will since Apollo was the second god that he saw that day (and Artemis made it very clear she didn’t like boys so I think he would like Apollo better)

•will was also really nice, he just let him talk and ask questions all he wanted

•Bianca would get annoyed with nico when he got like that so did Percy (evidence supports this in Titans curse. Its completely understandable though given their circumstance it would easy to get annoyed and frazzled)

•when Michael told will to show nico around the camp while they all went on the quest and Bianca already said she was going Bianca got worried

•everyone tried to calm her down but Bianca just wouldn’t listen to them

•"he can’t survive without me! You people don’t know him like I do. nico is… unpredictable. I’m the only one who can calm him down!“

•nico walks over and tugs on Bianca’s shirt and says that he promises he’ll be okay and that he’ll only catch a FEW frogs from the lake but he promises to let them go afterwards. He promises that he’ll be a good boy that everything will be fine

•Bianca hugs and kisses him goodbye and tells him in Italian "you know mom and I still and always will love you right?” She felt it was too private to say in English

• nico nods and responds “I do. Do you?” Bianca laughs and hugs him one more time before she leaves

• nico fucking skips over to will and tells him that he’s ready to see everything cuz nico is precious and oh god I miss little nico

•he also had to kind of skip to keep up to will

•when people saw will giving him a tour everyone was just fawning over how cute he was and wow he’s ten? He looks about six

. •nico really likes how will answers all of his questions cuz usually that doesn’t happen teachers would always tell him that his questions didn’t matter cuz they wouldn’t be on the test or anything but he still wanted to know

•actually will is really impressed with how intelligent nico was and how quickly he could pick up. The kid was ten years old and he was asking some really deep questions. He was like a child prodigy or something he was crazy smart like child of Athena smart

. •it was actually kind of intimidating

•will became kind of a big brother to Nico

• “nico! Don’t touch the swords” “get away from the rock wall” “don’t talk to clarisse”

•this really made him miss Bianca

•will saw how much nico missed her so he would comfort him “yea i don’t what I do if Michael was gone that long, but it’s okay we can be each other’s friends”

•this was the first time nico had a friend

•will would sometimes confide in nico how he felt like a useless demigod cuz he couldn’t fight

•"but you can make people better. Isn’t that better than hurting people?“

•this makes will feel a little better

•will would take nico down to the lake where he could catch little sea things

•"come on will just touch the frog!” “There’s no way I’m touching that slimy thing”

•will taught him how to properly bandage a wound

•gauze just ends up every where and with them on floor covered in band aids laughing hysterically

•when Percy came and told nico that Bianca was gone and nico ran away crying he bumped into will and will asked what was wrong but nico just shoved him out of the way without saying anything

•will saw Percy standing there looking sad and guilty and he walked over “what did you say to him!” Percy didn’t look at him “I’m sorry will its all my fault” and the walked away

•will didn’t understand but Michael asked annabeth what happened and then Michael told will

•"you’re not going to leave right Michael?“ "Of course not bud I’m staying around for a long time”

•oopsies

•every time nico would come back to camp he would purposefully avoid will. He couldn’t face him with how he saw him last time

•when Michael died will wasn’t taking it very well, so when nico came back to camp one time and he heard about it, he passed by will told him “sorry about your brother” will responded “yea I’m late but…sorry about your sister”

•it was the first thing nico and will had ever said to each other 2 years

•that day when will was behind the bush with fucking camouflage nico felt he wanted laugh only because he hadn’t seen his friend in years and omg there was lot going on and could nico still call will his friend, are people still your friend even if haven’t talked to them in years and

•nico’s thoughts were interrupted by will yelling at him to get behind the bush

•nico literally can not tell when someone is flirting with him to save his fucking life it was actually painful for Lou and Cecil cuz will wasn’t exactly subtle either

•this was the first time nico ever saw will as anything other than a friend or an older sibling or something

•that is to say will got really cute

•Jason picked up on their flirting real fast…not as fast as any of the girls but fast

•Jason and annabeth told Percy, percy gave up on trying to understand how flirting works and went to go take a nap cuz gosh darn it he deserves a nap

•will’s super open about it too because omg nico is so funny when he’s embarrassed

•nico hates him for this…no he doesn’t

•this is really long I’m going to stop now

anonymous asked:

did you know that crayon queen is closing her asks for a few days?! i don't know what i'll do!!! please be cq for us until she gets back!

Ok, so I almost deleted this ask. Definitely thought about it. Decided to address it.

I want to apologize in advance if the anon who asked this is a bit thrown by the response I’m about to give. You were probably expecting something more lighthearted or even funny, or maybe something more laid-back and casual, or maybe sarcastic. But you asked me, so I get to answer.

Even if this was purely meant to be a joke, I don’t find it funny at all. It’s…hurtful. In a couple of different ways.

Yes, I know CQ closed her asks. And good for her. She obviously did it for a reason, and whatever her reason is, is her business. She’s allowed to turn on/off her asks whenever she pleases. We all know she’s got a lot going on - during her Patreon streams she’s always talking about the original projects she’s excited to take on and prepping for Cons and figuring out her house stuff and all the other things that are important to her. And in the midst of all of that, she does SO MUCH INCREDIBLE STUFF for us. All her comics, all her drawings, all her stories, all the questions she answers, all the characters she makes…she’s without a doubt one of the hardest working artists we all collectively know.

But if these are the kinds of questions/reactions she gets when she needs to step away for a bit…like, c’mon, how do you think that makes her feel? How would that make YOU feel? It’d probably make you feel pretty crummy. And stressed. And worried that you can’t take breaks without people taking issue with it. So maybe you’d feel bad about taking breaks in the future, of any kind, out of fear that people would make you feel like you’re letting them down, when you’re already giving so much of yourself to others. And then you just stop trying to take breaks because you don’t think it’s worth it anymore.

And that wouldn’t be fair to you.

And that’s not fucking fair to her.

So here’s what you do: you wait. Because you care about CQ and because she’s a human being and not an art machine. You do something else with your time because you’ve got your own world going on. You don’t make a bit deal of it if CQ takes longer than ‘a few days’ to open up her asks because it’s her blog and she can do whatever she darn well likes to. And whenever she chooses to open up her asks (because SHE chooses to, and not because she’s pressured to) then feel free to send her the ask of your choosing because at that time she will be ready to take more asks. 

And then there’s the part where you threw ME into the equation.

At first, I laughed because I was surprised. I felt…awkward. Awkward that you’d ask something like that. But then I felt…bad.

Because I’m not CQ. And I’m not trying to be her. I appreciate when my work gets compared to hers - it’s really encouraging and uplifting and having it compared to someone I admire and respect is amazing to me. And it’s nice to know that you guys seem to enjoy the things I say and talk about and the way I respond to asks.

But I’m ME. And the work I do is mine, and the non-canon, non-other-people’s-AUs story aspects are mine. I know what I signed up for by using someone else’s characters in my story, and by using other peoples’ AUs in my story. I know that Fatal is barely even my character. But the parts that ARE mine on this blog, I try very hard to make them mine. And I think I’m doing an ok job at it. Sure, the comparison is flattering, I guess, but I don’t want to be reduced to someone who is trying to be like CQ. I want to be someone who is on par with CQ. 

So no, I’m afraid I can’t be CQ for ya’ll until she gets back. But I can be myself until CQ gets back, and when she’s back I’ll just keep being me if you don’t mind.

And mind you, this is my response if you were joking. I’m not even going to pretend like you were being serious.


And I just…I’m sorry if I made you feel bad, anon. I hate making people feel bad. Or if I made anyone feel bad here. And I’m sorry if people think I overreacted, or took this too seriously. Because maybe I did. And I’m sorry if this came off as mean or angry, because I’m not a mean person and I’m not mad at you or anyone.

But I’m not sorry for what I said. And I’m glad I said it.

SENTENCE MEME ~ SAINTS ROW IV VERSION
  • "Your file has been most interesting to read, ____."
  • "You tell anyone about that and I will rip every last resistor off your circuit board with my teeth."
  • "We're tight. We go way back."
  • "Oh. Wasn't worried..."
  • I don't wanna come off as a gushing fanatic but I've really enjoyed your work."
  • "Oh are you an actor!? I'm talking about how well you handle a gun, it's very impressive."
  • "I read your book when it came out."
  • "You teach diplomacy, I get called in when diplomacy fails."
  • "I just need to feel a familial connection, ya'know?"
  • "___ says I'm not really allowed to say that word anymore."
  • "Really!? What did you think?"
  • "I'd rather relive those days than drink another one."
  • "I hope you're not offended, but I'm not really familiar with your career."
  • "I hear you're also an actor."
  • "The great thing about you not knowing much about me is I can tell you bullshit like that."
  • "So all these years later has your opinion of me changed?"
  • "I'd rather not state the names if it's worth the same to you."
  • "That is a nice exterior you have."
  • "Alright, but make it quick."
  • "Permission to speak freely, ___?"
  • "I have come to a singular conclusion. You scare me..."
  • "In hindsight, do you see that as a wise decision?"
  • "I'll have you know everything we use is 100% designed and made in the U.S.A."
  • "You honestly can't believe that can you?"
  • "Yeah! Just like- Damn!"
  • "Why is that so hard to believe?"
  • "You make a very compelling point."
  • "Good, you're learning,"
  • "What? Me? No, I'm sure of thinking of somebody else."
  • "_____ and I had a long standing business arrangement."
  • "I don't believe you."
  • "I never understood why men with your natural martial talent never joined the special forces."
  • "What's it like being part if that?"
  • "Thank you for pointing that out."
  • "I can't really be there if I'm already there. You know what I mean?""
  • "Are you high?"
  • "Heard you kidnapped me or something."
  • "That was business."
  • "And what about seducing me and make me serve your every little fantasy?"
  • "Never really thought I'd be seeing you like this again."
  • "Hey, aggressive and vengeful is fun. Though I think that's the part you didn't catch on to."
  • "Uh, sometimes you have to spell it out for me."
  • "You ever take anything seriously?"
  • "I still don't believe you're real, you know."
  • "OK, now you're projecting here."
  • "Well you're a... Wait, what?"
  • "Hey, I just call it as I see it."
  • "Well, let me give you a tip. There is no even."
  • "I believe that you did that all on your own, little [GENDER]."
  • "What have you ever accomplished?"
  • "I was a big fan of yours."
  • "I learned so much from you."
  • "No, man. I learned so much about the real world. You know, the real world. With the people with no faces and messages on everything."
  • "Baby Jesus, you folks are freaks."
  • So, you got anything good on you?"
  • "I tried to kill you and you're hitting me up for ____?"
  • "Sounds perfect to me."
  • "Bet it was a good read."
  • "The list of people killed by you was the longest I'd seen in my entire career."
  • "Shit seemed so much simpler in the old days, didn't it _____?"
  • "What's so funny?"
  • "Not if you wanna keep breathing."
  • "It's like someone is intentionally trying to put us together to see what'll happen. Fucking fan-fiction."
  • "So, how many times?"
  • "I dunno fifty is pretty impressive."
  • "Despite everything I've done with my life, apparently that's what I'm known for."
  • "Well, you're in impressive company."
  • "Me? No, God no, of course not... not that I didn't consider it, once or twice."
  • "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
  • "Guess we both fucked up."
  • "Yeah, we were a pair, you and me."
  • "It is fucked up that we can talk right now."
  • "Looks like we were both too blind for our own good."
  • "Tried to blow 'em up on a boat."
  • "What? No, nothing like... ha, well I'll be damned."
  • "A-ahm. Then, how are you here?"
  • "I can't get over how much different you are from your other you."
  • "I guess you and me have a lot in common after all."
  • "How about that sport's team?"
  • "Hell, if someone wrote that in a book there isn't anyone in the world who'd read that shit."
  • "Why you gotta be a dream killer, man?"
  • "That chick told me something pretty interesting."
  • "She says a lot of crazy shit."
  • "I did mess you up pretty bad."
  • "I already won once. I don't need to do it again."
  • "How you holding up? Things getting too crazy for you?"
  • "Did I ever tell you about the time I choked a man to death with my bare hands?"
  • "I can still feel his pulse, beating against the palms of my hand, getting slower and softer, until nothing."
  • "Oh, where have you heard that?"
  • "From the last fantasy game I saw online."
  • "So, you were some big hotshot gangster?"
  • "Did it piss you off to find out she faked her death just to get out of her contract?"
  • "Hurts like a bitch when it's gonna rain."
  • "Watch yourself old man."
  • "Don't get mad at me for telling the truth."
  • "It's amazing the lives I've changed just telling my story."
  • "If I got even one kid off the street it was all worth it."
  • "This was not the downer I was looking for."
  • "Yeah, I had to give that up at some point."
  • "Cause I am totally family material."
  • "I'm not getting anywhere with this argument, am I?"
  • "Are you sure you do not want to go out with me sometime?"
  • "It is just that I have been alone for so long and you and I have so much in common."
  • "I gotta be honest, I don't see any real similarity."
  • "Thanks for rescuing me."
  • "It was on the way!"
  • "Why a whiny brat like him?"
  • "But he's so fucking annoying."
  • "Are you jealous that I did not approach you with the offer?"
  • "Wait, you haven't told anybody, have you?"
  • "Do you want me to tell everyone about what you kept in that locked drawer in your desk?"
  • "You set an example for a lot of men who were questioning their own fashion choices and maybe even who they were inside."
  • "Hold on. By repopulate you mean?"
  • "So, I hear you're really good with computers and stuff."
  • "I guess being taken hostage really changes you."
  • "He ended getting killed when he tattooed the number for the police department's tip hotline to the back of his hand."
  • "Why do humans see the need to permanently mark their body with ink?"
  • "Why do robots see the need to ask such stupid pointless questions?"
  • "You simply don't get it, you had no chance, ever."
  • "You heard about that psychotic witchdoctor before me?"
  • "Kind of a cliché answer."
  • "Kind of a cliché conversation."
  • "Good point. I'll be quiet now."
  • "You know, I had a best friend named ____ once."
  • "I hope for your sake that's a compliment."
  • "How are you enjoying the field work?"
  • "Mastermind is more my speed."
  • "An allure? Is it spy-code for dirt, blood, fire, nausea and the insufferable blatherings of monosyllabic enemies that all look alike?"
  • "I imagine they have already seen themself naked."
  • "What are you doing after this? Maybe see where things go?"
  • "You're not nearly the psychopathic killing machine I was led to believe."
  • "You and I share that."
  • "Oh God! You're one of those."
  • "A thug? Are you saying that I am just a thug?"
  • "You really wanna shut your mouth now, son."
  • "I admit I feel the most direct kinship with you."
  • "We're outcasts, you and I. Strangers even amongst peers."
  • "This is... probably a strange time to mention it, but you were one of the best bad guys."
  • "I even had one of your action figures."
  • "Who would have thought, eh? You and me fighting side by side."
  • "Your brawn and my brains, your sass and my good looks, we're like a buddy cop show."
  • "There's no way you could have known that information, my cover was flawless."
  • "Well, that's quite a theory you have there."
  • "You know, I was like you once, I thought I could take down ____ and carry on with business as usual."
  • "You know, that wouldn't have been a bad idea."
  • "It's nice to get to talk to you on a more personal level."
  • "On second thought, I have enough friends."
  • "You almost remind me of my former assistants."
  • "Well, they actually had a measure of intelligence"
  • "Hey, if you ever get back into the whole criminal thing again, I can totally get you the hookup for good product."
  • "You don't employ any crazy dudes with Machetes do you?"
  • "Do I make you uncomfortable? If so, I apologize."
  • "You are always backing away from me and giving sideways glances as if I am contagious."
  • "So you're the playa's right-hand man. How's that working out for you?"
  • "Sorry man, but you gotta let that shit go."
  • "Oh that's funny. Coming from the people who scarred my face."
  • "I'm not looking to make friends here."
  • "That about sums it up. Yeah."
  • "You think you've gone crazy, don't you?"
  • "You know, I'm a pretty popular singer now."
  • "I was thinking we can hang some time. I let you hear some of my tracks."
  • "I have been watching footage of your old fighting matches."
  • "Funny how two completely different worlds can create things that are so similar."
  • "I am sure it was completely coincidental. You will be hearing from my attorneys."
  • "It's nice to see a celebrity who can handle a gun, seems most of them can barely land a punch."
  • "I hear you brother, no shit."
  • "Guy who played you sounds nothing like you though."
  • "____ is more powerful than you can imagine."
  • "Are you saying I don't have personality?"
  • "Cool it, ___. I'm just fucking with you."
  • "Oh no! Don't even speak to me. You don't get that right."
  • "Open your mouth again and you'll be singing falsetto permanently."
  • "I know. Man, those were good times."
  • "I thought I listened to you die. I thought that if we'd only gone back for you we could've stopped it."
  • "I'm right here, I didn't die and besides, that wouldn't have been on you."
  • "I'd say sorry about ____, but that bitch nearly ran me over with her car."
  • "You know, we took on a whole gang of maniacal wrestlers in masks years ago."
  • "Oh, well. He's dead now."
  • "Ahh, it takes a strong soul to stand up to ____. Huh, you seem to me more than your hooker getup suggests."
  • "But you do look completely like a hooker."
  • "You are a terrible mistress and should be ashamed."
  • "Oh! Ah, terribly sorry. It's just, well, look at you."
  • "I like your shoes."
  • "Yeah, they're pretty nice, I guess."
  • "The skirt, looks good on you."
  • "Ya got anything to eat? I'm starving."
  • "I'm just saying I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are honey."
  • "You ain't getting close enough to shank me."
  • "This whole invasion thing has fucked up everything. You know?"
  • "You step out of line just once and I'll find an even bigger building to drop your ass from."
  • "Just how much of your body is tattooed?"
  • "Any chance you might be looking for a good time?"
  • "Streets are so noisy, I figure we could go some place more quiet. Maybe my place at nine. You bring the wine, I'll bring... my questions."
  • "Two glasses of that and I just can't control myself."
  • "Man, I loved you as a bad guy back in the day."
  • "Then you became a good guy and I was like what the hell."
  • "God! I don't know why the ____ calls in you people for help. I mean what the hell."
  • "Look, just because I was on the opposing side doesn't mean I'm some lesser being."
  • "I was a member of a voodoo gang. Thank you very much."
  • "So can you play music or anything useful?"
  • "Yes, I have quite a large library of music from your world."
  • "I thought you were some kind of servant robot, so come on play something."
  • "Is there any way I can get an autograph some time?"
  • "Personally I hate hippy bullshit."
  • "You, woah, this is trippy. I can't believe I'm hanging out with the guy from that Ghost Busting movie."
  • "You're like an empire god, you know all the tricks. I learned a lot. That's how I built a legion of loyal followers."
  • "You know someone who deals in tiny plastic toy ponies?"
  • "What the hell. This is bullshit, man."
  • "It's just, you know, it's a skirt. Not exactly the manliest outfit, especially for taking alien hordes in crime ridden city."
  • "Just because we're not in the ring doesn't mean I won't lay your ass out."
  • "You know what I wear under my kilt? Your girlfriend's lipstick."
  • "I gotta say ____ you're looking really good."
  • "Come on, if we're gonna work together you have to get over..."
  • "Nice. Something about power makes a woman really sexy."
  • "You know maybe after we're done here you and me should talk some more."
  • "I suppose ____ told you about the time I tried to get her take a bullet for me."
  • "Ehh. I've had guys do worse."