The contest is over, thanks! Guys, can I ask you all a favor I never asked? It’s for me.
In Spain, there are people drawing two weekend pass for the STBCN con, where the OUAT cast will go in April. I’d like to win the contest, so please, can you like, retweet or reply this tweet [x]? It’s my personal twitter and I’d like to highlight it in their timeline or sort of.
Help me. Help a shipmate. It’s the very first time they come to Spain and I want to be there!!!! Thank you. Also, if it’s not too much to ask, reblog this post to spread the word.
Gavin first meets Michael as he’s being thrown out of a bar after being caught pick-pocketing. Gavin made the rather stupid mistake of trying to take the wallet of a guy three times his size, with no backup, no weapon on him, and only his drunken impulses to guide his actions. The huge guy felt his sloppy hands, grabbed Gavin’s wrist, and threatened to beat him to death. Gavin would insist later that he was already making a plan to get out of it, already spinning the starts of lies in his head, the start of a flashy smile. But if he’s being honest he was scared. He was young, he’s been in this trash of a city for all of three months, and he has no way out of this.
“Hey!” A voice calls besides Gavin and he looks to find a short curly-haired man who couldn’t be much older than himself, freckles spattering his scowl. “The dude is like eighty pounds, leave him alone.”
The man gripping Gavin’s wrist turns to the other, his snarl getting deeper. “Fuck off, this is between me and the twink.”
The strange savior insists again he find someone his own size to pick on. The giant again tells him to fuck off. At some point a punch is thrown, the police are called, and Gavin and the stranger get shoved out the back entrance being told to never come back.
“Thanks for that,” Gavin chirps to the stranger, holding out his hand to shake. “I would’ve been ok, but thanks for the help anyway. The smegpot looked outright mean.”
Look at these footprints following behind me. If I put my ear to one, I think I could hear the ocean, or maybe my heart beating. And this is the part where I tell you not to worry, where I tell you that there is enough of me to leave little offerings in my wake, signal flares that call up from the street-veins of the city that have always been a part of my body too.
And you will say Thank you. And I will say Sometimes I wish our city could bruise. And you will say Tell me a story, so I will. This is the story:
Every place I walk over, I leave a mark. It’s wet and boot-shaped and mine. If I measured my life by the times I put my foot down, I could paper a wall with Doc Marten heel prints. So maybe I’m angry. So maybe I’m inconsolable. I still know I can stand for something, inside this body, behind these eyes that are still eyes and not the windows that I asked for.
It’s okay. I’ll hold your hand very tight and we will wander like twin vagabonds. We will be a pair of hands, and you know which one I am, standing crooked and bad and listing to the left. I will look out at the water and see my face reflected up at me the way it should be, vaguely distorted by the waves.
What is an identity? I tread water, I float. That doesn’t make me a buoy.
I want strawberries. I want a longer life. I want to open my mouth and spit out birdsong. I want my feet to always point toward magnetic north, so if I walk anywhere, I’ll know I’m walking home.
Thirst Party Saturday Crew, welcome aboard our jaunty ship once
again! Tagging our usual suspects, the Prince Of Badasses @toxiicpop,
Strowman’s Maestro @hardcorewwetrash and the All-Seeing Polaris @oraclegazes!
(Also I apologize, but due to my laptop losing its mind
every time I try to tag people I’m going to abandon
the ‘new tagees’ list. I am so sorry everyone! D: ) Enjoy!
request: How about something where Yondu and the Reader meet when the Reader helps Quill find Yondu after getting lost in the space equivalent of a shopping mall and the two hit it off?
(This is seriously so cute. I decided to set it not long after Yondu first picked Peter up, since it makes more sense to me for an earth kid to get lost in a space mall lol. This also turned out different than i expected oops)
Secretly married Gavin and Ryan. Like they met when Gavin just started and Ryan tracked him down cause Gavin wasn’t good at hiding his tracks. Then they meet and Ryan just can’t kill him. After all Gavin was only digging into Ryan’s files b/c he had a big criminal crush.
They start dating after meeting up a couple times after that for business and end up getting married in Vegas 2 years after that. (Last minute/drunk decision)
They’ve been married for a bit when Gavin gets a job with FAHC and ends up staying in the crew. Ryan still only does mercenary work b/c he’s had bad luck when working with crews.
Gavin is in Fake AH Crew for like 8 months and then they get interested in Ryan b/c he killed one of Geoff’s biggest competition and they want him to be part of the crew. Gavin stays quite about it until he comes home to Ryan and tells him about it.
Ryan is a little cautious but he ultimately takes the job because hey, he can keep an eye out for his clumsy husband. They both decided that it’s best that they keep their relationship secret no matter how much Gavin tries to convince Ryan that they are trustworthy. Ryan doesn’t want to risk it and give them a weakness, Gavin at that.
Gavin leaves the next morning reluctantly. Sometime it’s really hard to leave Ryan in the early morning. Especially when he’s shirtless and all cuddled up in the warm duvet.
Gavin gets to the penthouse later that morning and Geoff is already celebrating that he got THE Vagabond to join FAHC and it didn’t take a lot of convincing. The rest of the crew were conspicuous because he is known for killing people who wrong him or even have a different opinion from him. (Meanwhile Gavin is laughing a little bit because Ryan is just a big teddy bear who still has to cut the crust off his sandwiches)
About noon Gavin texts Ry to make an entrance. And right after he sent it, there’s a knock on the penthouse door.
Geoff flies to the door and in walks his gorgeous husband. (Well rn maybe gorgeous isn’t the word to use b/c he’s got his face paint and freaky mask on)
Everyone sees him and gets all defensive and Ray keeps his hand on his minigun and jack stops making dinner but keeps his knife at hand. Michael pauses the video game he was playing and sits up straight. Gavin stays slouched on the couch but looks over at his hubby.
“Welcome to the crew.” Geoff says a little to happy. Ryan keeps up his creepy persona and doesn’t say a word.
Ryan’s been in the crew for about 2 months now and blends in quite nicely. Ray and Ryan or the R&R Connection are the best combo (besides Gavin and Ryan but they don’t know that). Plus Ryan kind of warmed up to Ray more than anyone else because Ray doesn’t pester Ryan to talk like everyone else. Plus no one has suspecting anything about Gavin and Ryan’s relationship because they leave their affections for when they get home and don’t make contact at work. (Except that one time when they escaped into the bathroom together for a quick make out. But no one noticed Gavin coming out flushed) Also like cmon, no one would think for a moment that Gavin, the annoying squawking Gavin, would be married to THE Vagabond, the guys who doesn’t talk and would murder anything that moves. Honestly, the guys have been worried about leaving Gavin alone with the vagabond for too long because he might kill Gav for being too annoying.
But anyways the crew has been planning a new heist and this one is going to be big. The press will be talking about it for months if all goes right in the confusing plan.
“Ryan and Michael go in and clear it and then Gavin you go in and open the safe. Then get the money and get out. Rays sniping, Jacks the get away and I’ll be outside the bank shooting down the cops. Got it?” Geoff explains.
Everyone nods and disperses out to get supplies. They’ve been planning the heist for at least two weeks and went over final plans before hitting the bank later that night.
Gavin and Ryan have a tradition before every big heist they’ve gone on. They inconspicuously separate from the rest of the crew and into a bedroom or bathroom to talk and say their (hopefully short) goodbyes.
“It’s going to be okay Ry, I know your worried about me being front line but I’m going to be fine. You’ve got my back.” Gavin persists.
“Damn right I do.” Ryan grumbles.
“I love you. Please stay alive for me so you can kill more people for me.”
“Always. I love you. Stay safe baby.” Ryan whispers back before pecking Gavin’s lips.
Ryan leaves the room after that to find Michael and grab weapons before heading out. Gavin figures out all the tech equipment he needs and also gets in his car and heads out into position by the bank.
After about 30 minutes, Geoff talks into the earpiece.
“Everyone ready?” Geoff asks and gets “yes” in response.
“LETS HEIST.” Ray screams through the coms. The security officers in the bank are scoped down by the puerto rican and gives the all clear.
Ryan and Michael storm into the bank with their guns shooting up.
“EVERYONE GET DOWN WITH YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD.” Michael screams.
As Michael takes care of the civilians, Ryan goes towards the vault and kills the security near the safe.
Gavin runs into the bank after getting the all clear from Michael and goes towards the vault where Ryan is and starts working his magic. He’s typing feverishly into his tablet and hooks it up with the security pad on the safe through a cord.
“Hurry guys, cops coming in 1 minute.” Ray quickly says. This is what made this particular heist dangerous. The police department was only 3 blocks away which made it easier for them to stop the heist.
“Got it.” Gavin responds and the safe clicks open.
Ryan and Michael storm in and start filling their duffel bags with money. They were stuffing their bags for 30 seconds and Geoff demands for them to get their asses moving and get out.
They make a run for the back door and get outside. There are faint gunshots near the front where Geoff and Ray are.
“Alright we are out.” Gavin says over the coms.
“Coming.” Jack says in response. Within a second Jack is pulled up next to the boys and they don’t hesitate before jumping in.
The plan involves them splitting up after a block or two and getting into different cars so it gets easier to escape the cops.
“I’m ditching.” Geoff says almost breathlessly.
“Okay. Leaving now.” Ray says to the rest of the crew.
Jack, Michael, Ryan, and Gavin are quickly fleeing the scene. From the back Gavin and Ryan check over each other to make sure neither are injured and/or bleeding. But their checkovers are cut short as jack quickly stops the car for them to get out. There are 3 cars waiting in the street for them to get in and make a get away.
The 3 crew members barely have time to reach their cars before cops are shooting down the streets towards them.
“Shit.” Michael mutters while getting in his car and speeding away down the street before turning right. Jack races right behind him.
Gavin and Ryan are now both in their assigned cars and racing down the street with gunshots whizzing by their cars. Ryan remains down the long street while Gavin has to take a right. They split up and the cop cars behind them do too.
Now it’s a breeze, or so they thought. It was about 30 minutes after when Michael and Jack inform that they are in the clear and are heading towards their safe house for the next night or two. But Gavin and Ryan are both racing against the cops on the highway trying to lose them.
Ryan has one last cop car on his ass and then he can head home. Ryan fires out his window with his pistol and eventually hits the cop car and it is forced to spiral out of control and into the highway rails.
Ryan is on his way to his safe house when he hears,
“Shit, fuck, shit.” And a crash.
“Gavin? What the fuck?! Gavin?”
“GAVIN?” Michael practically screams over the coms.
Ryan freezes and his instincts are automatic. Get to Gavin.
He knows what highway Gavin was driving down and gets there in five minutes while the rest of the crew were screaming at each other trying to reach Gavin.
Ryan’s heart dropped when he got to the scene. Gavin’s red sports car was flipped upside down with cops surrounding it. Ryan quickly gets out of the car.
He isn’t known as the Vagabond for nothing. He is known for being ruthless and murdering dozens at one time.
But this, this is different. The vagabond blazes through the cops surrounding the red car. He kills one after another and dodges fists and bullets and keeps going until every last cop on the scene is dead. Faintly he heard the rest of the crew pull up behind him when he was almost done killing all the cops.
When the last officer drops, Ryan just stops. He stares at the red car without moving. There was no movement in or around the car. This is it. Theres nothing for Ryan anymore.
“Gavin.” Michael says breathlessly while running past Ryan to reach into the red car.
Michael pulls open the drivers side door and jack is already there helping Michael pull Gavin’s body out of the car.
Ryan slowly walks towards his crew mates and toward his husband. It’s when he sees Gavin’s body when he starts crying.
He was bloody with cuts in his face and blood coming out. Too much blood.
“C'mon we have to get him out of here.” Geoff demands quickly and Michael and jack work together to carry Gavin into the back seat of Geoff’s car.
“LETS GO RYAN.” That snaps Ryan out of it and he rushes over to the backseat next to Gavin’s body. They all climb in and Geoff starts the car and drives away from the bloody scene.
“Why, why, why?” The crew is silently shocked. They hear a sobbing voice and turn to see THE Vagabond crying and pleading. They have never heard him talk before let alone show any emotion.
“Please. C'mon Gav. Wake up. Please. I love you.” Ryan whispers to the barely breathing body. “Please.” And he just breaks down sobbing. It’s too much. He will have no one now. Gavin was the only thing keeping him sane. And now he’s going to die.
While Ryan was pleading to Gavin, Ray called Trevor to the safe house and told him to get ready because Gavin’s in bad shape. By the time they reach the house, Ryan is covered in Gavin’s blood and is staring at his body with empty eyes.
Geoff and Jack take Gavin’s body out of the backseat and carry him in. They disappear into the house with Michael behind them but Ryan and Ray stay sat in the car.
One broken man and one worried friend.
“I can’t lose him. He’s all I have.” Ryan whispers, almost to himself but Ray can hear.
“He’s going to be fine. He’s strong.” Ray tells him back and leaves the car and into the safe house.
Ryan stays in the car for maybe 20 minutes just staring out the window before he works up the courage to go in.
Trevor and Jack are working together to sew Gavin’s wounds when Ryan walks in. Instead of his happy smiling boy, he sees a pale body attached to an IV and blood seeping from his body.
Once Trevor and Jack clear out and explain how they’ve done all they can do and it’s a waiting game now, Ryan pulls up a chair and sits right next to Gavin on the now bloodied couch.
He spends the next 8 hours sitting there and holding Gavin’s hand and only leaving to use the bathroom once. They rest of the crew didn’t even bother to interfere because they knew he wouldn’t budge. They were just observing him because this was all new to them and a little scary that he was worried THIS much for reasons they don’t know.
After the 8 hours Gavin starts to waken. His eyes flutter open and squint because of the light. Once used to the light he turns his sore neck to see his Ryan with dried tears and looking at their hands intertwined.
“Ryan?” Gavin says coarsely.
Ryan’s head snaps to attention and stares right into Gavin’s eyes. Blue to Green.
“I thought I lost you.” Ryan whispers, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there to have your back. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” And the waterworks start up again but Ryan doesn’t even care anymore.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Gavin whispers back before grabbing Ryan’s jacket and yanking his husband towards him. Their lips meet in a desperate kiss. Both not wanting to split in case the other disappears. But eventually they have to breath but their foreheads remain touching as they stare into each other’s loving eyes.
Meanwhile the rest of the crew stand at the doorway looking into the living room and watching the reunion. Gavin and Ryan have some explaining to do.
Danny was supposed to be a nonbender, he knew that. His sister was a nonbender, so was his father. His mother was a waterbender, but she was a weak one, coming from a mixed line of different benders and nonbenders. Yet here he was, taking water from the park’s pond to block the fire from Sam’s most current rant.
“Woah, dude I didn’t know you where a waterbender.” said Tucker, his best friend.
Danny didn’t say anything back for a while, looking between his hands and the water on the ground. It was him who moved it, moved it on accident, in defense. But still, he moved it.
“Uh, Danny you okay?” Sam broke him out of his shock.
“Oh-uh yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just,” Danny paused, looking back at his hands. “Didn’t know I could do that.”
“Well then, welcome to the bending crew.” Sam put her always hot arm around Danny’s neck. Tucker complained.
“Dude no fair!” Tucker was now the only nonbender.
Sam had come from a long line of prestigious firebenders, the Manson clan. Her mother was a nonbender married into the family, intent on shaping Sam into the perfect bender she never got to be. Sam, of course, was having none of that, and was going to burn her own path. Even if that meant to her own destruction.
Tucker was a nonbender from a family of nonbenders, with an averagly perfect life. There was nothing really special about him or his life, and that was exactly what some people wanted. But Tucker always felt overshadowed by it, for being “average”. So he got interested in technology, the one thing nonbenders where best at. He was going to prove himself as important no matter what it took, and he got an ego to match.
And Danny, he was a waterbender. He knew he wasn’t very powerful, genetics wouldn’t let him be. But he was okay with that, as all he ever wanted was a normal life, and that was hard to get with spirit obsessed parents.
Still, the amount of water spilled on the ground, the water left over from his act of defense spoke differently.
But what was the chance of him, with a family line muddled with nonbenders, be powerful. None the less the Avatar.
How could he, plain old Danny Fenton be the Avatar?
Ok, I have been reading a tonne of Humans Are Weird/Space Australia stories and I’ve decided to throw myself onto the pile :)
I’ve seen a couple of posts about how aliens might have different senses to us and how human vision is a compleat sci-fi asspull, but it got me thinking. Even within the senses humans have, there is a huge amount of variation. Our hearing range only extends down to 20hz and the section of the electromagnetic spectrum we can see doesn’t even match up with other earth species!
Alien-1: Human-Steve welcome to the crew! We hope you enjoy… Human-Steve are you listening to me?
Alien-1: Human-Steve! Please pay attention when I am talking to you!
Alien-2: Xpprop, I have read about this! I believe the human cannot hear you because you are not within its audible spectrum, let me try.
Alien-2: (Does best Batman impression)
Human: Oh, gidday!
Alien-1: …I don’t believe this.
Or what about ultraviolet light?
Human: Hey Marpivox! have a look at these flowers!
Alien: Yes! They are very pretty Human-Alex, especially their concentric patterns!