I Was Told To Close All My Ao3 Pages Until The Attack Is Over

Shane and Ryan’s friendship makes me emotional when I remember that the only reason that Shane was included in unsolved was that Brett was unavailable and Shane was the only one in the office who could do the shoot at that point. Like it almost could’ve not happened and now they’ve been best friends for like 6 years.

everyone loves seeing the happy character show a shocking reveal of sadness,

i want them to get mad.

i want them to scream until their vocal chords snap. i want harsh truths laid out. i want them to be judgemental and cruel. i dont want them to end crying or upset. i want hard, marbled fury. i want the embodiment of a raging hurricane trapped in a glass box. i want the box to be cracked and the wrong word is the last chip it needs to break. no storming off or apologies. they mean what they said and wont ever take it back.

Episode 5 spoilers!

Back in my thoughts again, you know the drill. A bit lengthy!!

I cannot stop thinking about this scene—how Steven clearly remembers that this was his room,

And how he remembers the exact thing he said during this part of the scene, which proves that he was, in fact, fronting for at least a couple seconds.

BUT. He doesn’t remember anything from this moment forward. That’s why he wanted to see what their mother did to them, and that’s why Marc was set on getting him out of the room before he saw something that would severely taint his memories and what he knew of their childhood. At the same time, Marc knows EXACTLY what happened.

I’m positive that Marc fronted at that moment because he didn’t want Steven to remember what truly happened. It’s his way of making up to Randall/RoRo, I would like to believe. He treats Steven like the younger brother that he lost when he was a child. The one who loved drawing the one finned fish. The one who was always eager for adventure. The one who was screaming for help back in the cave.

Remember? His mother explicitly stated:

“Marc, what do you do? Keep an eye on your brother, okay?” And Marc is set on fulfilling that promise to Steven.

Marc let Steven keep all the good memories, while he himself lived through all of the bad ones, just so that he could protect him from getting hurt and feeling pain. Steven, his alter, who he considers to be his little brother.

That’s the reason why Marc was so adamant about simply telling Steven what had happened in that room at the top of the flight of stairs, so Steven wouldn’t have to watch the memory play out in front of him. Seeing what happened would definitely hurt more than just knowing what happened. By telling Steven himself, he would have control over what he would reveal to him, and how he would tell him.

That’s why Marc’s first thought when waking up in the Asylum was Steven. That’s why Marc never complained about fronting right after Steven was pierced by the weapons back in Mogart’s. That’s why Marc probably set up a line for Steven to contact “his mother”, and why Marc replaced Gus with another fish. That’s why Marc didn’t want Steven finding out about him in the first place.

Marc spent most of his life protecting and saving Steven the way he wished he could’ve protected and saved Randall. I am literally bawling over this.

Also ending this with another appreciation for Oscar Isaac because he’s a damn legend for the breathtaking portrayal of Steven AND Marc. He better earn awards for this series or I will riot.

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My friend: Who is [insert fictional character]?

Me: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

I think for the glorious sake of confidentiality, I should probably spew my inner dialogue onto a piece of paper . Something solid. Something I can hold in my hand and be certain that it’s nowhere but-

My eyes

My head

My bones

My blood

Yes , yes I should probably do that . But my arm and fingers would almost certainly ache from all that there is to be said. 

All that could be said.

All that will be said.

Words can,In a sense be so freeing, yet equally so restricting?

I can only express with the pool of alphabetic combinations my mind is able to conjure. There are some things I may feel or think and simply not to be able to explain. Not able to cement it. Prophecize it. And so would more than likely dismiss it entirely. Because no matter how hard I may try to convey it- I could be in absolute shreds and still my body would only let out a sigh. are you finished? Is it over? Can we finally move on? Focus on being and seeing and feeling and thinking something more palatable? Something easier to swallow and digest? What exactly is the purpose of fretting over something that doesn’t bother making itself commutable?

Surely if it was meant to be understood

then

we’d have some semblance of a clue? no?

-𝘢𝘺𝘢 //𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦

Joey Batey's little laugh at the end of King. Reblog if you agree.

⚣𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡⚤

you will not be blocked if you spam me with notifs. i’m just glad you’re here <3

unless i respond and say i won’t write it, then your request is in the works rn :)

started july 27, 2021

✍︎︎ = headcannons

𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑉𝐸𝐿: 𓀡 peter parker:

ftm!stark!reader dating peter ✍︎︎

peter helping with your dysphoria ✍︎︎

wholesome sleepover with ur bf peter

secret relationship (stark!reader)

you and peter showing affection by teasing each other ✍︎︎

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

peter helping you sleep (cuddles, singing to you)

✪ steve rogers:

being an avenger and dating steve ✍︎︎

steve loving his boyfriends long hair ✍︎︎

helping ftm!steve with bottom dysphoria (smut, top reader) ✍︎︎

steve takes care of you when you’re feeling low

steve reuniting with you in the future (smut, switch reader)

steve doesn't want you to cut your long hair

helping you with your hand tremors

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

ftm!steve rogers receiving and giving oral

steve adopts you after HYDRA left you with nothing (platonic, ftm reader) ✍︎︎

ftm!steve rogers x ftm!reader (includes smut, sub!reader)

steve likes when you wear skirts

being tony’s son and being in a secret relationship with steve ✍︎︎

𓆙 loki odinson:

loki being cold to everyone but you ✍︎︎

a confusing romance with genderfluid!loki

more dating genderfluid!loki !!!

loki falling for you, an asgardian avenger + part two

drinking contest with loki and tony

one year anniversary

bowling with loki

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

having a flirt battle until loki confesses his feelings

soft cockwarming with loki (smut, bottom reader)

sort of rough sex with loki (bottom!ftm!reader)

loki gets turned on when you train with knives (smut, knife play, top reader)

loki calls you lovebug (ftm!reader, enemies to lovers)

bondage and spanking with loki (smut, sub and bottom reader)

❦ tony stark:

tony comforting you ✍︎︎

tony loving his bf’s curls ✍︎︎

drinking contest with tony and loki

being in a relationship with tony (includes peter being y’all’s surrogate child basically) ✍︎︎

tony comforting you after your friend ghosts you

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

being tony’s long lost brother (single father!adopted!reader) ✍︎︎

being the only one who can tame tony’s sarcasm ✍︎︎

tony being in love with a titan-like/alien reader ✍︎︎

tony having a crush on a muscular, tall businessman!reader ✍︎︎

❆ bucky barnes:

bucky trying out eyeliner + loving his bf’s acrylic nails ✍︎︎

brooklyn - bucky goes to a gay bar to find a one night stand, instead he finds something a lot better: you

the avengers realizing they like men ︎✍︎︎

helping bucky reclaim his sexuality after HYDRA tried to take it away (smut, top reader)

bucky fucking your throat (smut obvi, sub reader)

bucky helps you recover from hydra (ftm!telekinetic!reader) ✍︎︎

☁︎︎ thor odinson:

the avengers realizing they like men ✍︎︎

startling thor with your tics (happy ending) ✍︎︎

thor x ftm!reader (absolute fluff) ✍︎︎

𓂻 pietro maximoff:

pietro being jealous but also a big flirt ✍︎︎

pietro thinking he lost you on a mission, confessing his feelings (smut, bottom reader)

jealous pietro who’s in love with you ✍︎︎

𓂀 stephen strange:

being the one to make him all happy and smiley ✍︎︎

𖨆︻╦╤─ natasha romanoff:

being more happy go lucky and dating natasha (ftm!reader) ✍︎︎

𝐵𝐵𝐶 𝑆𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾:

☕︎︎ sherlock holmes:

sherlock being curious about you, attempting to deduce you (ftm!reader)

𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷𝑆:

㋛ chandler bing:

flirting with chandler ✍︎︎

𝐴𝑉𝐴𝑇𝐴𝑅: 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝐴𝐼𝑅𝐵𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅:

⚔︎ sokka:

sokka crushing on you (ftm!reader)

𝐷𝐴𝑅𝐸𝐷𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐿:

𓁹 matt murdock:

matt comforting you about religious trauma

You Speak Of Grace

Commander Cody Week Day 02 Origins [ @commandercodyweek ]

Pairing: Codywan

Summary: Cody is about to meet his new Jedi, but he will make sure his men are as prepared as they can be. Little does he know that Obi-Wan is anything but what he was expecting.

“Once more.” Cody’s voice rang out as the test alarms died away, eliciting a fresh wave of groans from the assembled clones. From behind his helmet, Cody glanced over the group, running through the list in his mind once again. The heavy gloves hid the faint trembling of his hands as his fingers danced over the datapad, drawing up another scenario. “Test Scenario 00726. Oya!”

Distantly, Cody could almost hear Alpha-17’s low rumbling laugh echo forth from his memory at their displays of grumbling compliance. He carefully ignored the brother at the back — Crys, he thought, judging from the bright yellow daubed over his pauldrons and the dark hair growing up through the unnatural yellow dye — who ducked behind a console and emerged after swallowing down the last dregs of his caf.

The consoles rang shrilly as they ran through the necessary checks once more, heads lowered as the other clones focused on their own work. Cody sensed movement just behind him, but didn’t turn, watching the grey painted shape of Helix, their medic, move up behind him in the reflection of a console.

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Helix’s voice was soft but no less filled with purpose, expecting to be heard and understood. Cody was the Commander of the Battalion, but Helix was the medic, and that was something entirely different.

“Granted.”

Helix tapped the comm on his wrist, shifting to a private channel, and Cody stifled the reflexive twinge of fear that rattled down his spine. Fear was useful, Alpha-17 had barked at the younger clones in the Command Track, echoing the words of the trainers before him, but it was also dangerous. Drawing in a deep breath, letting it flow through him rather than rule his thoughts, Cody switched to the private channel as well.

“You are doing a good job,” Helix murmured, his voice slightly distorted over the comm. “You are already a good commander, and having a Jedi won’t change that.”

Cody didn’t respond, didn’t want to think about what Helix could read in the sudden stillness of his hands or the lines of tension that flickered into life along his shoulders, but merely nodded, his throat tight.

Helix lightly tapped the back of his wrist guard against Cody’s hip in a silent benediction. “I’m going to head down to medical. Over the next few days, I’ll need to check on the troopers and the Jedi to get a baseline.”

“I’ll draw up a rota,” Cody promised, adding yet another item onto his mental checklist. Dimly, he spared a thought for how his brothers in the command track were faring. Their own comms channel had been eerily quiet since they had received their battalion allocations and left in the early hours of the morning with one final message each of “Oya”.

“Appreciate it,” Helix said with an inclination of his head and stepped away. The other medics, Border and Patience, shadowed him like ghosts, barely half a step behind in a haunting unison that would have made the trainers proud.

Cody turned back to the men, tracking their progress as they worked through the machines, feeling a warm glow of pride settle in his chest. This would work. This had to work.

A warning prickled at the base of his skull, and Cody was already turning to face the doorway by the time his mind had drawn the context clues together.

As Helix left, his pace had slowed slightly, and the soft whoosh of the doors closing took longer than it should have. One of the troopers had raised his head, gaze fixed at something over Cody’s shoulder as one of his hands formed the beginning of the symbol for ‘Mother’, a warning of being watched back on Kamino. But the critical clue was the message flashing from the Command Track Chat from Bly that only read ‘oh no my Jedi’s hot.’

“Hello there.”

“Hello, sir,” Cody said, running on instinct as the rest of his mind went blissfully blank. The only information he had been given was a name and a grainy holo picture to recognise his Jedi by. A small thrill ran down his spine at that thought. Possession was still something all the clones were getting used to, and the knowledge that this man was his, was theirs, was more than Cody could have thought possible.

“Jetti on bridge,” Cody barked over his shoulder to the others, feeling the weight of their eyes on his back.

Obi-Wan smiled, the edges of his eyes — so unbelievably blue, like the point where the ocean met the sky — crinkling. “Please, Commander, call me Obi-Wan.”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody repeated with a nod, further committing it to memory. He was grateful for the helmet that was still covering his head as he felt the heat settle in his cheeks. Full armour was cumbersome for now, but it had been better to be safe than sorry.

“From what I understand, you have names as well?” Obi-Wan’s gaze darted around the room; his voice pitched low. “I don’t wish to cause any offence; this situation is very new to me.” He tucked his hands into his sleeves, clasping them in front of him.

“CC-2224 is my designation. But my name is Cody, sir.”

It was as if Cody’s words ripped the oxygen from the room, every trooper freezing in place in perfect military rest. Obi-Wan had to feel the pressure lowering onto his shoulders, but he merely grinned once more.

“Cody. That’s an excellent name and a good choice.” Obi-Wan paused, glancing around the room and meeting the gaze of every trooper who quickly lowered their heads back to their consoles at Cody’s signal.

“I trust I can count on you to keep me right, Cody? I will defer to your expertise.” Obi-Wan’s grin was as warm as sunlight, intoxicating when it was directed at just Cody, and he felt his cheeks burst with heat once more.

“Yessir,” Cody said, snapping back into parade rest out of habit.

“I’m not sure what the Kamioans have told you, but if you’re amenable, full armour outside of active combat isn’t required.” Obi-Wan paused with a heavy sigh, looking far older than he was for a moment before he pushed whatever memory it was away. “This isn’t my first war, but no need to make it harder than it needs to be.”

“So,” Cody swallowed, turning his head slightly to track Boil and Waxer’s whispering, their heads pressed together out of the corner of his eye, “Permission to dismiss the men to store their extras?”

“Permission more than granted, Commander.”

If Cody had thought that his mind went blank before, it was nothing compared to being alone on the bridge with Obi-Wan. In every scenario, every training simulation or exercise, nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Alpha-17 and the others took after Prime almost perfectly, and that applied to his lack of attraction as well, at best able to offer rough support to a heartbroken trooper in basic training.

Obi-Wan began to move around the bridge, glancing over the simulated manoeuvres that had been programmed in with a gleam of interest in his eyes. “If you want, Cody, you can store your belongings as well. We’re going to be working together for a while, and I see no reason to start out with extreme formality.”

Cody’s hands were steady as he reached up to remove his helmet, subtly pressing at the itch that had erupted two hours ago at the nape of his skull as he did so. Obi-Wan’s face softened as he watched him, unable to hide the obvious curiosity in his eyes.

“I can definitely see the resemblance.”

Cody laughed, the noise startled out of him, jaw snapping shut with a click.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he began, but Obi-Wan cut him off with a wave of his hand, his shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

“Please, don’t apologise, Cody. If there is anyone at fault, then it is me.”

“No, sir.” Cody paused to find the correct words, tapping his fingers against the edge of the datapad as he thought. This wasn’t what he had been expecting, Obi-Wan wasn’t what he had been expecting, but he always had been quick on his feet. “As you said, no reason to start out with extreme formality. No fault here.”

Obi-Wan hummed quietly as he thought, and Cody took a moment to inspect the Jedi he would be serving under. The robes hid much of his frame, but Obi-Wan had moved with confidence, despite the fact that the fabric wouldn’t give much protection or possibly act as a hindrance. Cody made another note on his mental list, needing to confer with the other Commanders once everyone had settled again.

“I think this is going to be an excellent partnership, Cody,” Obi-Wan said at last. “With that in mind, with the full reassurance that you can tell me no at any time for whatever reason, would you like to join me for a cup of tea? I believe there is some final paperwork to go over.”

“Yessir,” Cody answered before the full implication hit him. Obi-Wan would be sharing, even serving most likely, something precious of his, something he had deliberately chosen to bring aboard a battleship, knowing the cargo restrictions. “I’d be honoured.”

“Excellent! Anakin, my padawan—” Obi-Wan paused, and Cody wordlessly fell into pace at his side, a few inches shorter than the other man as he titled his head to continue watching him, “—he never quite got the taste for it, unfortunately.”

“I am looking forward to it, sir.”

Obi-Wan gave him a look, his grin all fond curled edges.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody corrected himself. He felt like a fool to hope, but it was a hope he held onto tightly.

Out of sight, Cody tapped a message into the Command Chat before silencing it, knowing the explosions it would spawn. ‘Mine’s better, vod.’