#whooooo knows

[joffyworld]

You guys remember when I used to write and shit? Wild lmao

[jessijjstyles]

ignoring all of my wips just to doodle my cuties in their casino outfits from the new episode

[lfg1986-2]

Now I’m not saying that there’s a particular reason that Armie’s current haircut is reminiscent of his absolute hottest era (imo), but I’m also not not saying it, ya know?? 😏

In any case, I’m completely here for it and will have very good dreams about that sexy, sexy man and his new sexy haircut. 🤤

[heirsofremnant]

Jet wearing a few of his non-hunting outfits. You’ll notice that the lightest color he wears is the light gray of his shoes, and it’s only because soles of nice, good shoes aren’t always black.

[ladyintheattic]

look......... i swear i’m writing stuff that isn’t chargestep. but like.... they’re so easy to write my dudes. also as it turns out i’m not good at writing kiss scenes so like, there isn’t much of that sadly lol

_______________ ship: chargestep (m!ortega x f!sides) words: 1,559 tags: f!sidestep, pre-heartbreak, post-psycopathor battle, smug asshole behavior tw: none ————————–

“You know it’s fine if you can’t fix it, right?”

“Shut it.”

“Look, it’s old, its mangled, it’s broken Beck. We’ll just get a new one.”

You huff, wiping the sweat mixed with dirt off your brow. Yeah, the circuitry is pretty fucked, but you’ve fixed worse than this, and Ortega’s lack of faith in your abilities is starting to piss you off. Everything’s been pissing you off recently, ever since that damn Psychopathor battle a few weeks ago. Maybe because of his mind canon? The rat-brains had made you pretty itchy.

Or maybe it was the fact that Ortega had kissed you. Kissed you, and hasn’t said a damn word about it since.

To be fair, neither have you, but since when was it your job to bring up stuff like that? And since when did he not? Forgetting about is it probably for the best, nothing can ever really happen between the two of you anyway, and kissing alone was a misstep on both of your parts. You know all this, but none the less you feel a new twinge of annoyance in your gut every time the both of you speak as though nothing had happened.

“You know the Rangers can afford a new car, right?”

“I’m aware,” you narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder. You’re more than a little knowledgeable about their funding, and where exactly all that money comes from. Hopefully, you know far more than Ortega does. Very hopefully. “I’m just not about to be outsmarted by a damn computer.”

“Says lady Walkman. ” he smiles, smug as ever.

“There’s nothing wrong with cassette-tapes.” Truthfully you just aren’t comfortable with a digital music-player on your person, not with what you know about tech. It would take nothing at all for some Prime Directive member to hack and track your phone, or anyone else’s in Los Diablos for that matter. Not that you could explain that to him.

“Ha. Hipster.”

You don’t reply, just glare back down at your new electric foe. The car itself is pretty beat up after the battle, but the only thing keeping it from starting up is the mangled mass of wires poking out of the dashboard, mocking you. Hooked up by a long power chord, it’ll play music and blink blue and orange if you hit it, but heaven forbid it let you turn the key without it making alarm noises at you. Whoever first started hooking up car functions to computers was an asshole.

You sense him open the opposite door and begin to fiddle with the radio, flipping station to station as you untangle more of the wires. You know he’s trying to irritate you, and hoo boy is it working. You grit your teeth, focusing so hard on the wires your vision starts to blur.

Flip. ♪-est Virginiaaaaa! Blue ridge mou-♪ Flip. ♪-since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I-♪ Flip. ♪-awty got low low low-♪ Flip. ♪-squeezed by sexy cupid, guess he wants to play, wants to play, a love ga-♪

You can’t help it, you tear your eyes from the mess too glare at him. He grins back, dark curls draping in front of his brown eyes as he cocks his head at you. Of course. “Charge, if you push that button one more fucking time I swear I-”

Flip. ♪-ing all my breath, making love to you was never second best...♪

“Oohh here’s a good one.” To your continued annoyance and dawning horror, Ortega hops out of the passenger side and begins to half-walk, half-dance around the front of the vehicle, smile still plastered on his face. “Pretty sure this came out in my birth year.”

An unsettled, warm feeling begins to settle in your stomach, different from the tightness of annoyance from before. You’re not sure if which is worse.“Figures,” you manage a cruel smirk as he makes his way to the mangled door to the driver’s side, “This is the ‘Oldies’ channel after all.”

A mildly vexed smile settles on his features as he comes to a stop in front of you. It’s a small victory, getting under his skin, but you know you’ll have to take what you can get at a time like this. He’s impossible to talk to when he’s like this, looking so confident and wicked and much, much younger than you know he is.

“Everything’s an ‘Oldie’ these days Beck... and you,” he reaches out, taking your left hand off the dashboard. “Look like you could use a break.”

You don’t pull your hand away, but you do pull your face into an agitated frown, your face warming despite yourself. “What do you think you’re doing?” As if you don’t know.

“Come on, it’s been a long day, you’re frazzled and I’m bored.” Ortega tugs at your hand, lurching you forward slightly as you set your jaw and press yourself harder into the seat. Resolute. He’s not winning this one. Not without a fight. “Dance with me.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Asshole. “You tell me.” Your voice is more serious than you mean; probably because you’re tired, defeated, and covered in grime, but even more likely because you’re recognizing the look in his eyes. Half lidded and too brave for his own good. The same look before he kissed you.

“Beck?” His brow pinches together in a confused frown as he leans into the doorway, and you have to fight the instinct to lean back. Or, worse, lean forward. “Are you actually mad at me?

You feel your eyes narrow, but say nothing. You’re not even sure you’re breathing. You’ve never been like this, not ever, not with anyone, and the very last person on earth you should be like this with is the marshal of the Los Diablos Rangers. How did this even happen? How could you let him kiss you like that? You can blame him all you like for attempting it, but you weren’t so injured that you couldn’t have put you hand up; stopped him.

And you certainly didn’t have to kiss him back.

“If you can’t dance, you can just say so.”

You blink stupidly up at him. Did you hear that right? You couldn’t have. “I...what?”

“It’s fine if you can’t,” he’s smiling again, smugger than you’ve ever seem him. His hand leaves yours only to land on his hip, posing to look as self-satisfied as possible, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I... I’m not-!” How does he do that? Get you to play his stupid games, let alone switch the rules up on you mid play? You curse his static brained mind as you pull yourself out of the seat to get in his stupid handsome face. “I could dance circles around you if I so chose, Ricardo Ortega. Don’t try and change the damn subject!”

♪...there's nothing you and I won't do...♪

“Prove it.”

♪...I'll stop the world and melt with you...♪

You aren’t thinking anymore. If you were, you wouldn’t be grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the car, a light spin in your movements you haven’t done in years, not since the Farm. Back then it had been training: you’d needed to be able to fit in with the right people, rub elbows with people your handlers wanted you to. Now, your using it for yourself. For this game the two of you are playing.

“Whoa,” he’s surprised, but catches himself before he trips. His free hand curls around your lower-back as his feet catch up with yours with relative ease. The man is a practiced dancer. “Someone’s wound up.”

“Shut up.” You can’t help it, your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you’re a little concerned you might get a bit faint if you don’t watch your breathing. He’s drawn you close, your chest pressing up against his warm body, skinsuits feeling too thin yet too restricting at the same time. Dangerous.

♪...the future's open wide

the future's open wide...♪

His face is too close, his bronze skin marred only by the settled dust of the previous battle. Eyes too dark. Hair too unruly and mussed. Breathing too careful, syncing up with your own. He spins you, your practiced movements coming back to you as though you’ve done nothing but dance your whole life.

♪...there's nothing you and I won't do...♪

“I was serious you know,” his voice, thick and deep, drops several octaves. “You have no idea how long I'd wanted to kiss you.”

♪...I'll stop the world...♪

His mouth is on yours before you can reply. Sudden, brazen, like before. You want to be angry, furious with him for playing with you like this, but for some reason you can’t work up that particular feeling. Another, foreign emotion is overwhelming you, numbing you to everything but the feeling of lips and stubble and fingers trailing up your spine.

Experienced. Careful. Wanting.

♪...and melt with yo-♪

Lightning bolt. Electricity rockets down your body, and you can feel yourself jump, almost into his arms, as you hear the car’s radio fizzle out, the electric motor blaring to life in it’s place. Your eyes and lips finally free from his, you now notice that his right leg is standing on the chord you had hooked up to the vehicle at the beginning of your chore.

What the hell?.. did he just...fix it?

“Well,” his breath is stuttered, yet somehow still smug against your ear. “Guess it wasn’t completely broken after all.”

[duskholland]

random but what's the most recent thing in ur drafts?

this little blurby/summary section for a Tom fic I wrote last night! it goes as follows ahem ahem:

Summary: You accidentally propose to your long-term boyfriend, Tom.

A/N: I know what you’re thinking: how is it possible to accidentally propose to someone? Well, my lovely friends, I guess you’re just gonna have to read to find out lmao! For real tho, I’ve been in such a soft Tom mood recently that it shouldn’t be allowed lol. I hope you enjoy reading! 

yeeeeeet

[shattered-queen9]

FYI you guys

Okay so ya girl had a little bump the last few days with a family thing, but I’m totally gonna write another random scenario tonight and then probably another one for a few days from now

[lacefedora]

Tng liveblog ‘Hide and Q’

Lol Q interrupting in the middle of a rescue mission.

Lol Tasha and Worf are down to fight.

Q why are you a bubble with cobra heads?

Lol everyone is already 100% done with Q

Wow is that admiral jacket ugly... Qs hair is hilarious though.

Hahaha Q is like ‘Picard you should be grateful that I have a crush on you dammit.’

Riker please. When are your whacky missions ever boring, be honest.

Q galaxy's most powerful historical reinactor

Hahaha worf just poured his out while looking Q in the eye. My hero.

Q: I'm sick of them taking so long to pass my test I think I'll test them while they're being tested.

Q, bud why do you keep fucking with Tasha?

Lol Picard is just moping on the ship.

Aww Tasha my babe. Q you made Tasha cry. Not cool.

This is still all an elaborate taunt to Picard.

Are those Tellerites???

Q and Picard are having a quote off and wow. Yes I love them.

Lackbeard decided to test his phaser on the highest possible setting. Of course.

Wow... Q looks fucking bizarre done up like Data.

Aw not tellerites.

Oh dear lackbeard is cackling over having Q powers.

I'll be honest... I would probably take q powers if offered. I’m not ready to save humanity I guess haha

“I dont even like you.” Riker... to be fair... he’s the only Q that you know,, there are others

Lackbeard’s like ‘naw i won’t use these powers we’re cool.’ Riker you literally used it in a tantrum not ten minutes ago.

riker has had q powers for less than a day and he’s already 180x more condescending. UGHHHHH

the costume department would just raid the costume archives when they heard Q would be in an episode didn’t they?

Geordi... that was really gay

Data has now joined in the quote off

I appreciate that literally everyone has the hots for Tasha because... yeah same.

Deanna couldn’t be in this episode because she would have been like “Will stop being a bitch. my greatest wish is for you to shut the hell up”

I dunno... I feel like Q didn’t really lose that bet because Riker was 100% tempted and definitely succumb to the power, it was the rest of the crew that was like ‘thanks but no thanks dude.”