I Can’t Get Over This Lmaooo

Bob: *seductively takes off his glasses*

Bob: Wow~

Hangman: What?

Bob: You’re really fucking Blurry

I want to know what the main fandom you followed me for is.

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I will forever respect Animorphs for tricking kids who are just really into animals to read a book series by going “Hey you, you daydream about what it’s like to be a dolphin or a bird or a wolf? Have I got a book for you!” and then slowly radicalizing them with 50+ books of “There are no winners in war. Whatever ‘victory’ you perceive comes at the cost of sacrificing your own morals and killing the part of you that is human. In the end you will resort to murder, torture and war crimes and the knowledge of what you have done will haunt you for as long as you live.”

The Pevensie children are too old for their age.

Their mom notices, at the dinner table. She sees no nagging children, no stupid fights. She sees Lucy eating and speaking with perfect manners, Edmund analysing the economy and war with concerning skill, Susan being gracious but poised, like a diplomat.

Their father sees it in Peters eyes the first time they get into a fight. When he moves to punish Edmund for speaking out of turn, Peter calls him out on it. When his gaze meet his eldest son's, he's leveled by the war he sees behind it, the tensed muscle in his arm, the knuckles white around his knife. He's seen that before, in other soldiers. He doesn't know how to react.

Other children notice, too. Talking to all the Pevensie kids at the same time is like being the only one left out of a secret, and the way they touch and tease each other speaks of a history far deeper than their polite demeneor lets on. And when they walk they fall in line, as if there is a natural hierarchy between them.

The first time anyone picks a fight with Edmund, Peter comes home with a three week suspension and blood around his mouth. He looks more alive than you've seen him in weeks.

When Susan gets back in the pool after Narnia, she wins all the contests. Coaches can't explain how to beat her, because they don't understand how she's doing it, either. She seems to almost disappear when underwater.

Lucy, always gay and golden-haired, starts dancing, and never misses a step. She moves with an elegance that no 10 year old should have, and all the girls want to be friends with her

Edmund soon becomes the best student in his faculty. He always seems to know the right thing to say, and teachers laud his ability to think through complex problems. His mouth does get him in trouble sometimes, but the boy seems uncatchable, always talking his way through the cracks. And if not?

No one actively fears Peter, but everyone is a little scared of him sometimes. He's tall for his age, sure, but there is something else, some other air that seems to give him an authority far beyond what's normal for a teenage boy. He's nice enough, but teachers can't stand it, and bullies learn very quickly that pissing him off means missing teeth and black eyes.

The Pevensies are not quite inhuman, but not fully mortal, either

an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems

stranger things social media au [ pt 3 / ? ]

One Rookie and Grenade Grifball

I’m posting a lot more of this on AO3 later, but RvB stuff seems to thrive on Tumblr more. So, have a fun bit of competence, explosions, and sass from Agent Washington’s first time out with the Alpha Team of Project Freelancer.

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“It’s not that hard to say,” York protests.

Maine rolls his eyes. “Faster,” he points out. Growling out Carolina in the field is difficult enough, and he’s just threatened to beat York into the floor if he keeps making Maine use more than one syllable to get York’s attention when they’re under fire.

“I get it, I get it, fine,” York gives in—and then they both look up as the leaderboard changes.

“Son of a bitch,” York mutters. Washington? The rookie who’s only two months older than the Disaster Triplets?

Maine makes a thoughtful sound.

“No, I didn’t expect him to be the one to replace Georgia, either.” Washington has just ranked into the top ten faster than anyone aside from Carolina, Maine, and York, knocking South Dakota’s smug ass out of fourth place. Right now, the rookie is sitting at number eight, below everyone else except Connie and Alabama, but the fact that he’s sitting at number eight instead of ten? That’s crazy. “Isn’t Washington still a teenager for another few weeks?”

Maine grunts. “Pilot.”

York sighs. “Yeah, I know. I was eighteen and stupid once, too.” Indulging in his pre-war bored kid habit of breaking-and-entering is where he should have started, but the UNSC doesn’t exactly look for self-admitted juvenile criminals to join the ranks. He still doesn’t know how the hell the Councilor and Project Freelancer knew about his old hobby, because York never got fucking caught.

When they meet with Washington again, this time with the rookie on the leaderboard as one of them, Maine stares at Washington in silence. Then he growls out, “Wash,” and that’s what sticks.

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