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televisionboy · 3 years

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy.

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

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piduai · 4 years

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Interview with Noda Satoru from the Golden Kamuy fanbook

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Q: Tell me how you feel about passing 6 years of serialization. Noda: I was already serializing at the time of my debut, so I guess I’d be able to give a summary when I’m finished. I don’t really think about how many years it’s been, it’s merely a checkpoint.

Q: What made you decide to become a mangaka? Noda: I feel like I wrote it down as my goal in my yearbook back in middle school. I also wanted to become a movie director, but as a mangaka you can create the entire thing by yourself.

When Golden Kamuy just took off I was living in a tiny apartment and the postman, a young fellow and a reader of Young Jump, realized that I’m Noda Satoru. The magazine was sending me a lot of things, so it was rather obvious. “Are you the author of Golden Kamuy?”, he asked in a surprised tone while looking around the cramped entryway. I could feel feel his confusion regarding the fact that that vast Hokkaido world of the manga was being created in this modest apartment. Or maybe he just expected me to be making more money and afford a better place. Anyhow, I just thought again about how a manga can be created in even the smallest room in the universe.

Q: Who is your favorite character and why? Noda: As always, it’s Tanigaki. But well, I love all of them. I want to showcase only the best parts of them, and it hurts when I fail. For example I’m very happy that there’s a character who stirs the pot as well as Usami. He’d be Katsuo in the world of Sazae-san.

Q: Which characters are the easiest to draw, and which ones are the most difficult? Noda: Characters like Shiraishi, Tsukishima and Nagakura, they don’t have a lot of hair and even if they turn out a little ugly their faces are well-defined so it’s easy to draw. In general faces that are strongly distorted and resemble caricatures are easy. Meanwhile Asirpa, Kiroranke and Inkarmat have neat facial structures on top of wearing Ainu clothing, so they are a very high-calorie effort for me. Ogata and Kikuta are difficult too. Their faces are distinctive and I have to make them look cool too, which is wearing me out the most.

Q: Have you decided on all 24 convicts at the very start of the story? Noda: Wouldn’t I sound like a badass if I said that that I have? Anyway. There were the ones that were based off real-life Meiji era criminals, such as Shiraishi, Kumagishi Chouan or the lightning couple, and of course there was Hijikata.

Q: Tell me of a funny thing from the manga that you are fond of. Noda: Gansoku’s “Hah! ☆”. And also when Koito Jr. Was flapping his arms and legs around trying to keep himself in mid-air.

Q: Why did you decide on Otaru as the starting point? Noda: I am from Hokkaido, so I’m familiar with Otaru and Sapporo. Otaru is close to both the mountains and the sea. Sapporo used to be a swampland, it’s wide and flat and there is no sea. Otaru is a place where foreigners come and go, there are many criminals roaming around creating danger, and money is found. There aren’t many big cities in Hokkaido. There were Ainu living in Otaru but sources are scarce, however Nakagawa-sensei, the supervisor over the Ainu language, told me not to worry too much about the difference of location, so I figured it would be best to make it Otaru.

Q: Was there any real life experience you had while growing up in Hokkaido that you turned into a scenario? Noda: When I was about 19 someone I knew told me that there is a locust graveyard on a nearby mountain, which sounded so ridiculous I had to laugh in their face. Turns out it indeed was a heap of locusts and their eggs left after a locust plague, that place was the Teineyamaguchi locust mound (a real historical site). I realized I ended up using this in my story. I owe that person an apology.

Q: Was there any scene that was particularly difficult to draw? Could you elaborate on it? Noda: The time Sugimoto went against Nihei and Tanigaki. It gave me a very hard time. Who goes where and does what, how does Nihei carry Asirpa, stuff like this. I had no time to waste either, I just remember that sequence overall driving me insane.

There was also the sequence with Wilk, Sofia and Kiroranke being at Hasegawa’s photo studio. It’s really frustrating to draw something that you know will bore the readers, the story flow becomes less exciting too. I was praying for everyone to have a little more patience and keep reading, because the twist was so good.

Q: If you were to take part in the gold hunt, which group would you like to belong to? Noda: It seems that Hijikata’s group doesn’t have funding problems, and because Kadokura is there the atmosphere is relaxed too. I’d go there.

Q: If you were to find all that gold, how would you use it? Noda: No idea. Had a couple when I was younger, though.

Q: Were you planning to eventually transfer the action to Sakhalin from the very beginning of the series? Noda: Asirpa and Kiroranke have roots there, so I anticipated that the story will eventually move to Sakhalin. I also expected to have to travel to Amur river myself, but couldn’t go after all, only went as far as Khabarovsk.

I was thinking of making Sugimoto eat permafrost mammoth. There was talk of a research team or an ivory excavation team’s dog eating mammoth. However there was no reason to make Sugimoto and Co go as up north as needed for permafrost, so I scrapped the idea.

Q: Tell me something about the hardships you experienced while doing research is Sakhalin. Noda: It was tough, but fun. I was only able to understand the clear differences between Nivkh and Orok people by going there; I couldn't by only looking at records and materials while in Japan.

Complete unrelated, but I was surprised by how many stray dogs wander around there. One time my cameraman and I ended up being chased by one while looking for a factory and we had to run for it. The beast was big, about the size of a German Shepherd. The guide also warned us about junkies, it was really scary.

I also went to the Japanese military pillbox over 50th parallel north and prayed at a cenotaph deep in the mountains. I met a group of Japanese people in the hotel by the place where it's said you can still find remains of Japanese soldiers and their driver, a Russian, seemed to help with collection of the remains on the regular. He said that he's doing it out of reverence, even as a former enemy. As a Japanese, I felt gratitude. The 7th Division are villains in my story, but I don't have any personal bias against either side.

Q: What were the biggest differences between drawing Hokkaido and Sakhalin? Noda: Well... it's Russia. Even though Sakhalin is so close, it's already Europe. The structure of houses is strikingly different. There's also the differences between Hokkaido Ainu and Sakhalin Ainu, and differences between Orok and Nivkh people. There is no manga that will conveniently lay the differences of those down for you.

It seems that the Orok and Nivkh's relation with Japan only got more difficult by the beginning of Showa era, there is only one person in the whole of Japan who can supervise on the Orok language. The professors in cultural studies I consult for Golden Kamuy are truly top-level; not only are they tremendously knowledgeable, they also understand how important to me is to stay impartial.

The wildlife, as well. There's a biogeographical boundary between Hokkaido and Sakhalin, observing animals I would never be able to see in Hokkaido was riveting.

Q: Did Sugimoto really have a hidden plan during the whole stenka business? Noda: No idea. Even if he used it as a pretext to get everyone involved, though... cut him some slack. He's only a man. Sometimes he just wants to fight and win. Not for Ume-chan or Asirpa-san, just for the sake of proving to himself that he's strong.

Q: Your art is dynamic and detailed. I think your style changed quite a bit with time, though. How would you describe yourself as an artist? Noda: I want to preface this by saying that in no way do I think of myself as more skilled than other mangaka, but if you're drawing everyday for more than 10 hours you're going to improve a lot eventually, whether you want it or not. People who are able to keep the same style for years without change are the ones who are impressive, because it means that they achieved the peak of their potential. Ageing and health problems influence your art a lot, you know. I try to draw by observing. I use a lot of references. Drawing by memory alone is not a good thing.

Speaking of other artists, I once had one of the assistants I had working for me for years draw me a door knob from memory, and the result was a truncated cone resembling pre-packaged pudding. The actual shape of a door knob has an intricately angular circular shape. It's the result of being unobservant in everyday life. Good art requires constant observation.

Q: What was the foundation for your style? Is there an artist you were influenced or inspired by? Noda: Araki Hirohiko-sensei, for sure. During my time as an assistant, many authors told me to not even try to be original when it comes to battle abilities, it's already been done in JoJo, it has it all. He's kind of the Beatles of this industry, isn't he?

By the way, I usually have no intention of parodying JoJo in Golden Kamuy, but my friends will tell me that they identified this or that reference from time to time. I read Part 1 about 30 years ago but I was obsessed, so maybe some things were just left in my subconscious. I only did one obvious parody, during the stenka fight. Funnily enough that trope started in Fist of the North Star, though, not JoJo.

Q: What's one thing that gives you the most motivation to write? Noda: Fan letters. I know how straining it is to write long and neat sentences by hand, and am thankful for them. I'm happy that people go that far to share their thoughts about my work with me. I'm really grateful to the people who keep reading and supporting Golden Kamuy.

Q: Did you have an interest in Ainu culture before starting the series? Noda: I did not. I'll be glad if my work makes people interested in the Ainu. Prejudice is born out of ignorance, so if you want to learn about the Ainu, don't limit yourself to Hokkaido only; there are museums all around Japan, and they have knowledgeable curators. It's important to remember to take into account the time period and the occupation of the person on which the research materials are based when you're trying to learn about the subject.

Q: You showed us a lot of aspects of life during Meiji and Taisho eras. Tell us about what surprised or impressed you in the process of research. Noda: It's not that I was particularly knowledgeable, so having to check every single thing was quite exhausting. The Ainu, the military, katanas - all of these needed research on my part.

There are more regulations and rules set for things out there than one could assume, and mangaka who base their works on real life need to be especially careful about this. You have to take into account things like the size of the buttons on a military uniform, how a tea cup is held, and and how different people talk in different ways. For movies there's staff working on costumes and props, there's the cast, there are screenwriters, but in a manga you are the one responsible for every single detail. I wish I had a time machine and travel back to those eras. There are things I couldn't get right here and there that I keep having regrets about.

Q: Golden Kamuy was the main visual in the British Museum manga exhibition between May and August in 2019. I know you went there in person. How was it? Noda: The trip felt like a reward for all of my efforts. The exhibition is jam-packed by opening time, but I got special treatment and they let me inside early in the morning so I could walk around the vast British Museum in solitude. I also travelled between Jack the Ripper's crime scenes at night by taxi.

The driver in a taxi I caught by chance was wonderful, she looked up photos of the crime scenes and surroundings taken at the time of investigation on her smartphone and showed them to me one by one, saying things like "the third victim was found here!".

I've always had a soft spot for Jack the Ripper, back in middle school I even wrote a screenplay for a school festival stage and played him in it myself. It was done in very poor taste, like that one scene in the Addams Family movie where there are arms blown away and fountains of blood gushing out. The audience loved it.

Q: Please leave a message for the readers. Or maybe some advice for the troubled youth. Noda: I want people to say that everyone in Golden Kamuy had a satisfying ending, and I want that for everyone involved more than anything. As for advice for the troubled youth, there's none. Life is survival of the fittest. The weak ones get eaten.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 years

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Don’t Treat My Love Like a Habit Part Twelve

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Reader Rating: Mature (this may change) Warnings: Cursing; light fluff Notes: Set before the movie. Not beta-read. Reina is Spanish for Queen. I hope everyone is well 🥰 Also the picture chosen for this chapter will make more sense once you read it 😂 Summary: While most of Santiago’s apartment had few personal touches, the bedroom was different. At least, it was to you. Maybe it could’ve passed as anyone else’s bedroom to other people, but to you, it was utterly Santi.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but… This was your idea?” Alex raised a brow, looking from Santiago to you. Santiago had called Alex in to discuss the plan that the two of you had pulled together to monitor and hit both busts at the same time. You raised a brow. “Problem, Zambrano?” “Problem isn’t quite the word I’d use, this just… It doesn’t seem your style, Q. I mean you’re more the ‘take-your-time-and-go-over-lab-reports’ type and not the ‘rush-in-and-punch-a-hitman’ type.” You saw Santiago shift in his seat out of the corner of your eye, heard the irritated sigh that he made no effort to hide.

“Well we’re still doing our research, we’re just doing it double,” You countered, “Seems exactly my style, actually.” “Diego and his team will focus on the bust recce that he brought me, keep an eye out for any changes in the big players before we hit it. You and I will work the intel we got out of the dealers from the Jaramillo bust,” Santiago told Alex, “That sound alright to you?” “And Q?” “Q gets to play connect the dots,” You answered, giving Alex a bright smile. “Great. We’re gonna come into the office and find you drinking directly out of the coffee pot and looking like that meme from It’s Always Sunny,” Alex sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face.

“...You’re still doing it,” You said. “I’m not,” Was Santiago’s clipped reply. You glanced away from the food you had on the stove, giving him a knowing look. He raised a challenging brow at you, and when neither of you spoke, took a sip of his beer. You turned back to the food, pushing the vegetables around the pan to make none of them had caught in your distraction. There were a few moments where the only sounds in the kitchen was the sizzling of dinner. And then Santiago’s muttering was back. “Santiago!” You pointed over your shoulder at him with the spatula, “Either tell me what’s up or I swear to god I will use this.” “What are you gonna do to me with a spatula?” “You do not want to know, Garcia.” “I actually really do.” “Why are you muttering?” You whined. Santiago didn’t answer for a few seconds, and when he finally did, it was a grumble of, “Just, the way he… Talks about you.” “Who? ‘Brano?” “Mm.” “How exactly does he talk about me?” “Like he knows you.” “...Okay, Santiago, I don’t know if you recall, but Alex and I are acutely acquainted.” “No, see, fucking is one thing,” And hell, he just said it so casually, like he was talking about the weather, or suggesting that you chip in to buy Frankie a new hat, “But he doesn’t know you know you.” “What...Does that even-- Mean-- Santi, Alex and I do talk. I mean, not nearly as much as I do to you or Frankie, but we talked way before we fucked.” “Surface-level shit.” Casual still. “What do you consider deep? Whatever you and your informants chat about?” You were kidding. … You were mostly kidding, but when Santigo didn’t take the bait and snip back at you, you turned to look at him again. He was staring down into his beer bottle like the secret of the universe is at the bottom but, for the life of him, he couldn’t swallow another drop. “That’s work,” He finally said. “... Yeah, Santi. I know,” You turned back to the stove, unsure of how flat or bitter that had come out of you, but unable to change it now. “My point,” He added, tone on the soft side of harsh, “Is that Zambrano talks about you like he’s… Been around for more than a couple of months. And saying that you just sit around and compare reports when you helped him on that bust? That’s bullshit.” How was it possible that Santiago was more offended by that than you were? You’d heard him muttering since the two of you had gotten home -- not home, just, back to Santiago’s apartment, where you were temporarily staying -- and you’d figured it was that crack that ‘Brano had made about punching a hitman. Especially since it wasn’t the first time that Alex had brought it up since it happened. “He was just…” You shook your head as you reached out, turning down the heat under the veggies before you took a step back, “He was kidding.” “No he wasn’t.” “I wouldn’t have gone on that bust if he hadn’t asked me to, Santi,” You pointed out, “So he’s not completely wrong. And I’ll be in the office for most of these ops, too. Besides, you do tend to leap into things without looking,” You added before leaning over to check the food in the oven. “Not all things,” Santiago was muttering again, and you rolled your eyes a little as you straightened up. “Many of them.” You turned to face him and took the beer out of his hand, taking a pull from it. “Don’t let him get to you,” You said, passing the bottle back to him. “He doesn’t get to me.” “Bullshit. You don’t mutter for nothing, Garcia.”

-- Since you made dinner, Santiago did the dishes that night. The two of you wound up on the couch after you ate - you with a book, him with his phone. Since you’d started staying with him, the two of you wound up on the couch most nights. Where you tended to stay up later, though, Santiago headed to bed first. “Callin’ it?” You asked, feeling Santiago stretch beside you. He hummed the affirmative before he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple. You couldn’t help the fluttering feeling your stomach, or the small smile that grew on your lips. “Don’t stay up too late. I hear your boss is a hard ass,” he teased as he stood. “He is, but I think he’s got a soft spot for me.” Santiago snorted, reaching out and tweaking your nose. “Goodnight, Reina.” “Night, Santi.” You glanced after him before shifting in your seat a little bit, stretching out into the warmth he’d left behind. -- You found yourself falling asleep on the couch a couple of hours later and you pulled yourself up, leaving your book behind. You went to the bathroom first, washing your face and brushing your teeth before heading into the bedroom. You’d gotten exceptionally good at getting ready for bed in the dark. You tended to leave your pajamas out for yourself on your side of the bed so that you wouldn’t have to go rummaging around in your drawer (that is to say, the drawer Santiago was lending you while you stayed there temporarily) and risk waking Santiago up. That had happened a couple of times when you’d started staying there - when the two of you were still getting used to having one another around all of the time, and he was still shadowing your every move. You changed quietly, dropping the day’s clothes into your duffle bag (you’d been using it as a hamper for the time being) and pulling on your pajama shirt and shorts. You got into bed beside Santiago, settling down on your side, facing away from him. You heard him shift behind you and you held very still for a few moments. When he settled down, you glanced behind you. He seemed to still be asleep. You smiled a little before resting your head on the pillow and closing your eyes. -- You woke up alone. You always woke up alone. Santiago went to bed early and rose early. Unless there was an absolute emergency, you preferred to take your time getting out of bed. You sighed, looking at his empty side of the bed before peering around the bedroom in the early morning light. While most of Santiago’s apartment had few personal touches, the bedroom was different. At least, it was to you. Maybe it could’ve passed as anyone else’s bedroom to other people, but to you, it was utterly Santi. His sheets were navy blue, his favorite color (even if he’d sworn up and down to you that he was a grown man and not a kindergartner and didn’t have a favorite color - you knew better); he had a small stack of books on his bedside table - you’d never seen him reading any of them, but at least one got swapped out a week, so you figured that he read before he went to bed, while you were still in the living room; he kept a few things on his dresser - deodorant, and a couple of small boxes (you’d never gone through them, but you’d always been so, so curious) and one picture frame. It was a picture of him and his mom - he was a little boy at the time, couldn’t be any older than six. It had been taken in Colombia, at his grandmother’s home there. “We came down to visit for Christmas when I was younger,” He’d told you when he caught you looking at it (you’d tried to pass it off as looking for something in your temporary drawer, but he knew you better), “Mom would save up all year… That trip was the last time we were able to visit for a while.” “You have her eyes,” You’d told him. He hadn’t said anything after that, just given your hip a squeeze and left the room. You lay in bed for a few more minutes, eyeing the picture. When you did finally push yourself to sit up, you listened closely for a few moments. You could hear… Birds singing, kids playing outside… But nothing in the apartment. Santiago had left already. You sighed, pushing yourself out of bed. That was fine - as long as he’d left you some coffee. You got up and made the bed. It wasn’t something that you did every day at your own apartment, but it was one of those things that you’d discovered Santiago was fussy about. -- You stepped into the kitchen to find a half-full pot of coffee, with your mug (your temporary mug, the mug you were commandeering while you were staying at Santiago’s apartment) sitting next to the machine. So much for your boss being a hard ass. Tag list: @justanotherblonde23 ; @revolution-starter ; @emurlemur ; @badbitxhbuckybarnes ; @supernaturalcat7

#Don't Treat My Love Like a Habit #Santiago Garcia #santiago pope garcia #Santiago Garcia x Reader #Santiago Garcia/Reader #Santiago Garcia x You #Santiago Garcia/You #Santiago Pope Garcia x Reader #Santiago Pope Garcia x You #Santiago Pope Garcia/Reader #Santiago Pope Garcia/You #Santiago Garcia imagine #Santiago Pope Garcia Imagine #Triple Frontier

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sunaddicted · 3 years

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#47 - Are your nails painted? 00Q, bonus points if it's said to Bond or Mallory

I live for the banter - I hope you like it, dear!

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When Q opened his eyes, he wasn’t exactly sure about what time it was; the only thing he knew was that he had managed to find his way home around 4:25 am after pulling a 72-hour shift, tired enough that he had conceded to being driven right to his front door by a helpful junior agent, and that after drinking a glass of milk - there must have been enough nutrients in it to tide him over until he had the energies for an actual meal, right? - he had face-planted in bed, still dressed in his slacks and cardigan combo.

The ache in his stomach and the migraine creeping up on him were the sign of his body telling him that no, a glass of milk hadn’t been an adequate substitute to a proper snack; it was a familiar feeling of generalized uneasiness that he knew would disappear as soon as he had some carbs in him - the challenge was getting up and out of bed, though. His cats weren’t screaming murder at him, yet which either meant they had found a way to break in the cabinet where he kept the kibble - something he wouldn’t put past them - or that James had decided to find his way to his flat rather than his own swanky one in Chelsea.

One day they would have the talk and finally solve the situation of their living arrangements but that definitely wasn’t the day.

Or night.

Q turned to the side and squinted at the alarm clock on his bedside table.

11:43 am.

Day, definitely.

Detangling himself from the sheets and gathering the energies to even put his feet on the ground had taken much more time than Q would ever admit to - though, if James was somewhere in the flat he probably had been listening on the hinges of the old bed complaining at his every move. Q wasn’t sure about whether he would kiss the man or punch him in that smug face of his for not even trying to help.

(He’d probably kiss him thankfully for not having breached his privacy because if there was one thing Q couldn’t stand, it was being vulnerable - even in front of the man he loved).

“I didn’t know I’m a side character in The Night of the Living Dead ”

“I didn’t know your ego is small enough to allow you to be only a side character”

James grinned, reaching out to drag the younger man in his lap “I feel called out”

“That was the aim” Q humphed even as he leaned into the other’s embrace, squinting down at the hands knotted over his stomach “Are your nails painted?” he inquired, even as he took one of those hands to bring it closer to his face - the squinting was starting to get to him, making the tension in his temples grow “It’s a very fetching colour”

“Alec picked it, I lost a bet”

“You two need to stop betting on literally everything and everyone”

“You’re no fun”

“That’s not what I hear in the bedroom”

“Minx” the agent kissed the other’s cheek, the unfamiliar stubble shadowing his jaw making his lips prickle: Q was the kind of man who kept his face clean-shaven day in and day out, even during the rare day offs he took and the even more rare holidays. The fact that he hadn’t shaved yet, it was a testament to just how exhausted he was; it made something in his belly twist and turn with the need to keep Q close and take care of him, even if the man was perfectly capable of taking care of himself “Breakfast?”

“I thought you’d never ask”

#my writing #my drabble #00q #007 #james bond #Q #quartermaster #established relationship #fluff #banter

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ggukkiedae · 4 years

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❝𝔹𝕋𝕊 ‘𝔹𝔼’ ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ bc bangtan had their comeback and i cried over it ✊🏻 be is such a comfort album i love it so much

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

PRESS CONFERENCE Q&A

she likes to stay quiet during press conference mostly because she gets nervous in front of the crowds, but she did try to pay more attention in the press conference

when asked about how she viewed 2020, she gingerly picked up the mic

“a lot of things happened this year, some good and most bad, but i’m grateful to say i have a lot of people who have been by my side throughout all this. i stayed with the bangtan oppas most of the time, and i would stay over at my brother’s house with his daughter and his wife. we all got a lot more time to reflect on ourselves and our lives. then we released dynamite and had little performances and online concerts. hopefully that was able to lift up people’s spirits. i’m sorry, i’m not being eloquent right now. Jin oppa?”

“Miya, since you've mentioned having many people by your side, i’d like to bring up the news released earlier this year” “oh no, i knew this topic was coming” “how did you end up with nct’s mark as a boyfriend?”

yoonmi frowned a little, removing her previous joking air. it seemed unprofessional to be asking that at the moment to her

“if you tune in to one of my previous vlives and vlogs on our youtube, i’m sure you’ll find the story there. i’m sorry if i'm not answering you directly, but i don’t believe this is the right place to talk about this. if we were to talk about anything regarding my relationship, i’d rather both of us be present where we can agree on what to say and what to keep between ourselves and close friends and family. also, i’d just like to keep this conference about our album, our music, and our goals as artists and people, thank you.”

jungkook smirked a little from beside her while she gave a tight smile and set her mic back on the table

she was asked about how she felt being the same age as and even younger than a few new idols who just debuted recently

“it’s funny, because i don’t understand why people make such a big deal out of it. and tend to compare us we all worked and trained hard towards the same dream, so it’s nice to see that a lot of people my age and even some dongsaengs are debuting. thanks to some people i know, i’ve been able to meet more people around my age range. we’re all going through the same thing and running towards the same goal of spreading our music and communicating emotions with one another. this doesn’t mean we’re the same people, though, so i’d rather if there were no comparisons”

she was seen exchanging whispers with jungkook while seokjin talked about the military situation

about the burnout, she spoke right after jungkook

“personally, i’ve experienced it, but i discovered taking a break and focusing on other things that would make me happy works well to help me through a burnout. pushing on while feeling suffocated can only make it worse, so taking a break or having a release is good.”

COMEBACK COUNTDOWN

jimin walked over to a white curtain where yoonmi was scrolling through her phone

she looked at him and tilted her head in curiosity

“oppa?”

“our makdungie, it’s time to interview you” “hit me with it” “introduce yourself, aegi” “hi! i’m bts’s twenty-year-old makdungie miya!”

“first question, what have you been watching recently?” “oh, i’ve recently been binging on harry potter movies and the good place. i highly recommend! i’ve also been making good use of my brother’s disney plus account.”

“second, which oppa is your favorite?” “oppa! don’t ask me this!”

jimin laughed at her mini panic before changing the question to what songs she’s been listening to

she gave a cheeky smile “life goes on by bts! i listen to that a lot. but, aside from that, i listen to older shinee music. it’s a little like they’re reminding me of my beginning and one of the reasons why i tried so hard to be where i am today.”

“cutie. anyway, last question! if you could have any food right now, what would it be?” “cookies! cookies for sure! oh, actually, i kind of want to eat curry. the type mom makes, but i can’t go back to australia right now because of the virus. please remember to stay safe, everyone! wash your hands and use sanitizer, please.”

she walked over from her spot near the curtains to the black leather couch “okay, time to talk to joonie oppa”

she giggled when he bowed “oppa, please introduce yourself”

*this went the way jimin interviewed namjoon✊🏻*

“oooh nice one oppa. thank you! i’ll get going now and and pass the camera over to joonie oppa. see you later, army~”

in the group bit, she sat on the edge, curled into jimin’s side. she read the first letter about how bangtan inspired them to keep working hard despite the situation and that they miss seeing the group live

“i’m so proud of you! we’re all here supporting you and wishing you the best! we miss seeing you guys live, too, and hopefully this all ends soon. until then, though, we’ll be meeting frequently through the screen”

she was on the corner in front of yoongi for the ending bit, leaning her head against his torsoevery now and then

she went after jimin and before jungkook for the ending ment

“i hope we’ll be able to comfort you and get you through this situation. bts will always be here for our army, and we’ll do our best to make you all feel better”

#yoonmi.be #yoonmi.bangtantv #bts female member #bts female addition #bts 8th member #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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we know that bobby only watched ds9 and dean watched the tos movies for sure which implies he's seen tos as well (plus he calls jack spock). so what do you think everyone's favorite trek is? sam is without a doubt a tng fan first and foremost. i think out of all tos movies cas prefers the wrath of khan because he Feels Things when kirk and spock do the ta'al through the glass. charlie has definitely seen some trek (we've seen her llap), do you think she's into tos first and foremost? anyway let's talk about star trek nights in the bunker.

OKAY SO I HAVE. MANY MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS. SORRY THIS IS SO LONG.

like. like of COURSE bobby only likes ds9 of course he does i could have told you this without the show becuase like. bobby is That Bitch. i think rufus will have watched TOS at least because leonard nimoy worked hard on linking jewish faith and practices into the vulcan lore and i think that would mean something to him. bobby will catch rufus smiling at him sometimes while they’re watching ds9 and ask him what all gruffly and rufus will smirk at him and say something about sisko with jake and bobby with dean and bobby will just cough and take a swig of whiskey and rufus will raise his eyebrows but let it slide. rufus definitely makes a comment once about dean&cas being like jake&nog that totally flies over dean’s head but bobby is all knowing eyebrow raise about.

i think cas and jack would really like discovery. while it has some issues with inconsistency, pacing, being a little dark, it also does better than the other TV treks at utilising the nature of film as a medium to instill a sense of wonder, at space and the world, and that’s something they’d really appreciate. i have my own issues with disco, but an obol for charon is as close to the central core of trek that disco ever gets. cas and jack also like that one in particular because they like listening to all the different languages being spoken. they all love michael (everyone loves michael). cas’ faves are stamets and reno because they’re mean and gay, jack’s fave is tilly because she’s excitable and bright and he latches onto that. dean likes reno because she’s got spunk. sam’s fave is airiam and he will never forgive them for killing her off. sam, cas and dean all feel an uncomfortable kinship with both ash and culber - they’ve both been the one with monster teeming under the surface, controleld by something not themself, but they’ve also all spent that time in hell/purgatory, separated from everyone they love.

thinking about episodes that would really get to them all, darmok is. THE ONE. i have a whole unfinished essay about darmok as the platonic ideal of star trek; the perfect distillation of everything trek is SUPPOSED to be about. it doens’t always get there but by god it tries! that speech michael gives in the disco s2 finale - “There's a whole galaxy of people out there who will reach for you. You have to let them. Find that person who seems farthest from you and reach for them.” - that’s what darmok is about!!! it’s all about a situation where real communication seems impossible, where everything we know about talking and learning has broken down. and picard says, okay, i will find another way. i can’t relate to you, you can’t relate to me, but by god i’m going to try. we all meet people we have trouble communicating with in our lives, and often, those people will not care about changing their own ways to accommodate us. for people with autism, adhd, psychosis, the list goes on, this is a very common occurrence. it’s exhausting and frustrating and alienating. darmok is all about crossing that barrier. about reaching for someone through a world of difficulty and learning how to talk. learning how to share something with someone who seems out of our reach. it’s beautiful, it’s heartwrenching, it means more to me than i can easily put into words!

anyway i think the bunker fam would experience a lot of emotions watching it together. there’s defintiely a lot of hugging eachother, sam cries a lot and won’t look at anyone until after the episode ends. jack just asks a lot of questions and talks about his progress learning sign language with cas. dean snakes his hand into cas’ halfway through and doesn’t let go. doesn’t show the emotion on his face, but he clutches harder at the emotional beats. cas runs his fingers through jack’s hair and thinks a lot, and decides not to say anything unless dean talks first. its just a Lot for everyone.

dean def makes them marathon all the TOS and TNG movies. it’s an experience everyone needs at least once. i think you’re right about cas and TWOK with the ta’al through the glass, but also ‘this simple feeling’ and the hand hold would make him feel crazy. bones being the one that spock entrusts with his katra DEF makes dean feel some type of way because as much as destiel is kirkspock-coded, dean IS bones, and seeing spock trust bones so completely despite how at odds they were when they first knew eachother would dig deep into dean’s psyche and make him more than a little bit nutso. the movies are way too long for jack so he mostly sits and plays animal crossing while they watch and looks at the screen when everyone else gasps or when something exciting is happening that holds his attention for a while. sam’s fave is nemesis precisely because it’s terrible and he loves how camp it is.

dean has definitely seen all of trek. i refuse to believe someone who watches as much tv and films as dean wouldn’t sit and watch the whole shebang. i think he’s probably seen TOS and the TOS movies more than the others because its easier than sitting through 7 seasons, but i think rather than that being his favourite he’d just have really strong opinions about the best episodes of each one? like if you asked him what his favourite is he’d say you can’t answer that because they’re all so different from eachother

VOY - bride of chaotica, non seqitur, macrocosm for the favourite episodes. seven, janeway and tuvok would be his favourite characters. he think toms a bit of a knob but also feels a kinship with him for the similar brand of bab dad-ism but he wouldn’t be able to put that into words. he’s also a fierce defender of threshold being a good episode (he’s right for that)

DS9 - our man bashir it’s our man bashir. he doesn’t dislike ds9 but its very plot heavy and he didn’t care for it when he was younger. rewatching it after living through multiple supernatural wars he’d probably appreciate it more. i know for a fact he cries every time there’s an episode about sisko being a good dad. jadzia and garak are his faves

TNG - he LOVES q. he also absolutely will not be caught dead referencing how much loves q after cas comes into his life because sam will do the little brotherly knowing eyebrow raise at him and he will die of embarrassment. he regularly references ‘there are four lights’ because he’s a fucking nerd. he has made cas watch elementary my dear data and fistful of datas a half dozen times each at LEAST. cas KNEW how dean was going to be about the cowboy hat he’s defintiely got into full cowboy getup at home just for watching movies and in cas’ head star trek is fully to blame.

TOS - oh there are so many good TOS eps to choose from. obv he loves most of the series becuase TOS has MANY banger eps, his favourites are probably like. mirror mirror, amok time (baby dean defintiely had some kind of crisis watching it for the first time; i know the rituals are intricate). i know deep in my bones that dean watched the conscience of the king (introduction of the tarsus iv massacre) once and then spent his entire teenage years writing fic about that in his head, whether he posted it or not. dean related too much to those experiences of shared hunger. city on the edge of forever is one of everyone’s faves for a reason (and i’m STILL mad we never got a closer take on that episode in spn it could have been so fun).

ENT - he definitely thinks enterprise is stupid and he’s not wrong but he has also definitely watched it and been very repressed about the whole thing. mans was like oh i feel a kinship with malcolm reed the obviously repressed queer man. i will never examine this feeling ever again thank you <3 he also makes fun of archer for being obsessed with, of all sports, water polo. shran is his favourite character because he’s a little shit and makes him laugh, and t’pol, because t’pol is a badass and he’d appreciate that. i can’t remember the title of a single episode off the top of my head though lol.

i can see what you’re saying about sam being a TNG stan. i’m conflicted though, I feel like TNG’s generally the favourite of 1) obnoxious nerds who think knowing trivia facts makes them smart, 2) men desperately trying to seem masculine and 3) people who’ve watched it three times and have extremely complex thoughts on the personhood and rights of robots. i could see sam fitting into the third group, but people who are in it for the robot feelings are a coin flip between voyager and tng being the fave, and i just have a feeling that voyager would be his favourite. i know kid sam is getting gender envy watching voyager in shitty motels while dad and dean are out, trying to find the words for it. his first semester at stanford he talks a friend into giving him the janeway haircut and rides that high for months. sam’s favourite characters are seven and EMH.

sam and dean have definitely had dozens of long drawn out debates about philosophical topics in star trek. do the holograms deserve rights and if so which ones. are the romulans and vulcans still meaningfully the same people. was spock right for trying to foment reunification by going undercover on romulus. can the borg be redeemed. etc etc.

i haven’t seen any of picard at all so i can’t comment. i also think sam and dean probably read a lot of the trek books? they’re pretty common to find in secondhand bookstores and cheap, would have been even cheaper back in the day. sam probably doesn’t care for them much, dean has a few solid faves though. i’ve only read the disco books so i can’t comment anything specifically (besides the fact that i think dean read dead endless and cried like a baby), but some of the TOS and DS9 books are gay as hell and i know dean was eyes emoji-ing that shit.

#spn #spn fic #tfw 2.0 #treknatural

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 132

July 21

So I got as far as writing the date on this journal entry when I got a text in the group chat that one of my TNR friends was bringing in a five week old kitten that was sick. The recovery room he got taken to didn't have supplies for a sick baby, so I packed my kitten emergency kit and headed down there just before 10pm. I took a snuggle safe (microwave heating disk), a heating pad, a stuffed toy cat for fake mama purposes, and some high quality kitten food. I also took along chicken baby food in case he didn't want to eat, as well as formula and a syringe with a miracle nipple in case he was younger than we thought. And if things were really rough, I took my lactated ringers solution, a butterfly needle and a syringe to deliver sub-q fluids. So prepared! I was very sad that Starbucks was not open, but that is probably better for me anyway.

When I get called out at night for Red Cross or kitten rescue stuff, I usually have a drive ahead of me. We live in a little town bracketed by many larger cities, so I'm almost always called out to one of those. As soon as I get in the car and set my GPS, I plug my phone into the sound system (old school, yeah?) and blast the soundtrack to Come From Away. Nothing chases away the sleepiness and gets the blood pumping like that opening track, and the subject matter is so on point. More for Red Cross stuff, honestly, but at this point my body basically has a Pavlovian wakeup response so it's all good. It's the second song that really gets me going though, I think because of all characters in musical theater, it's Beulah Davis who embodies the me that I would like most to be. And because it reminds me of why I joined the Red Cross in the first place, during Hurricane Harvey.

"Crystal I saw on the news that they're looking for blankets and bedding And maybe some food. Do you know what they need and how much? I need something to do, cause I can't watch the news anymore! Can I help, is there something? I need to do something to keep me from thinking Of all of those scenes on the tube, I need something to do Cause I can't watch the news, no I can’t watch the news anymore!"

I think there just comes a certain point when something bad is happening that you do make the decision that you absolutely have to do something to help. That impulse got me self-deploying to a Red Cross shelter for Hurricane Irma when I was so new I didn't even have a vest yet (another volunteer gave me his spare) and it was the impulse that had my new colleagues working through days and nights to handle two massive back-to-back hurricanes a third of the country apart. I listened to this soundtrack back then, too, and it's always stuck in my mind. Going to the next town to help a sick kitten is perhaps less elevated a calling, but it's still trying to save a life.

Anyway, I blasted my music all the way to the recovery room, and got a look at the kitten. He's just a scrawny scrap of a thing, all bones and fluff and goopy eyes, but he had some energy and was drinking and eating, so that was great. I realized I forgot my damn flea comb when I was packing everything but the kitchen sink, so they'll have to comb him out tomorrow. Poor bitty definitely has fleas, but is not in shape for a bath and too little for medicine. He's going to the vet tomorrow morning. For the night we cozied up his cage with a warm snuggle safe in a soft case and a snuggly fake mama cat. I left all the stuff I brought at the recovery room, just in case, since I'm going to be gone all next week and we are suddenly up to our eyeballs in kittens of all ages. At least they'll have access to formula and a miracle nipple if they need it!

As I was driving home, I was treated to an absolutely spectacular show of heat lightning that lasted nearly half an hour with flashes just a few seconds apart. I much prefer that to the rain they were predicting, though at least now I don't have to worry about kittens in a storm drain. And because I did not get the coffee I was jonesing for, I do have some hope of sleeping tonight.

Okay, now for the stuff I was actually going to talk about today, which thankfully wasn't too much. I started the morning early with another stakeout for Mamacat, once again unsuccessful. I just do not think she is hanging around the drain anymore! I waited for an hour and a half and saw not hide nor hair. I'll keep dropping off food for a few more days, just to be sure. The auction I've been following ended today, and as usual there were a flurry of last minute bids that drove a lot of the stuff I bid on out of my price range. That's okay, most of it wasn't stuff I actually needed, and it's good that these people who had to close their business are getting something back from their inventory and equipment. I did get some good deals though, especially on big baking pans and loaf pans. It's time to learn to make Italian bread, yay!

The kiddo got his room cleaned today with help from his dad, so it is all ready for his new bookshelf to come tomorrow. He also got his electronic privileges back, so he spent most of the day alternating between Minecraft and Prodigy. Two digit multiplication is still hard, but he's hell on wheels for patterning and pretty good at factors so he didn't get too overall frustrated. He and his dad also watched Flight of the Navigator at dinnertime, one of my husband's favorite movies from when he was a kid. I really need to find a copy of SpaceCamp, my favorite childhood movie. I have a feeling it does not hold up at all, but it is soaked in enough nostalgia that I'm sure I'll still like it. I hadn't even thought about it for ages until Kelly Preston died last week, and then I was sad. It was just such a fun movie for a kid who loved space but was too afraid of heights to ever be an astronaut. Maybe I'll see if I can find it streaming anywhere tomorrow.

#quarantine #volunteering #kitten #feral kittens #come from away

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Fluff alphabet with Cate Blanchett with Luna(singer)

A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

They have a lot of fights about Cates flirty behavior towards people, she hated it so much especially since they weren’t really in the public eye so people thought Luna was a string along

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Luna loves Cates smile, it makes her forget about everything. All it takes during a fight is for her to smile at her and Luna just losses all anger and smiles too.

Cate loves Lunas voice, she was a very classic sounding singer and Cate couldn’t get enough, there is gifs and videos all over the internet of Cate swooning when she watches Luna perform at Award shows.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

Cate isn’t one to post anything on social media at all! But that’s all Luna has over her Instagram is pictures of her and cate or just cate because hot damn!

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

Since Cate has such a big presence you too never really go out so you don’t have to deal with Paparazzi

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Very awkward, acting like you don’t know each other when you see each other on red carpets or any events, but once you weren’t in public there was so much cuddling and making love

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

Luna is friends with Sara, Sandra, Rooney and any other person Cate hangs out with at the moment. They wouldn’t be best friends but Luna had no problems with Cates friends

Cate is nice to lunas friends but they are young like Luna so she thinks they are pretty immature to be honest but anyone Luna likes she will like.

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Cate loves giving gifts to Luna, anytime she finds her something she thinks Luna would like she would pick it up she didn’t care the price of course.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

They were a very lovey touchy couple behind closed doors. Luna loved hugging her close so she could hear her heart beat

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

Luna loved joking about Cates sexuality since for the longest time she claimed she would never have a relationship with a women

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Luna got very jealous since she was so flirty and touchy with her co stars than the two wouldn’t even take pictures together at red carpets, she had no idea why though. Until one day they were both at the premier for Thor 3, Luna was there because a bunch of her songs were on the album plus she made a cameo, she had got there before Cate so she just stood and smiled as they were yelling “Luna over here smile real big” she had on a beautiful scarlet dress and her long brown hair was curled half up half down when suddenly it got really loud “Cate! Right here” Luna rolled her eyes hard in her head ‘wow another event she ignores me at’ she goes to walk further into the red carpet when she feels a hand on her arm pulling her close and was shocked when it was cate, she smiles pulling her close “over here guys” cate leans down and whispers in her ear “just smile love” Luna blushes as she feels cate kiss her forehead, the paparazzi just eatting this up

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

They both kissing each other, they both love being close to each other

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

Cate just blurts it out during an argument, after Carol Luna was pretty suspicious about Rooney’s relationship with Cate, she wasn’t suspicious about Rooney liking Cate since she was Dating her boyfriend but she didn’t really trust cate which lead to the huge fight “for Christ sakes I love you!”

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

They love all marvel movies so Luna was so excited when Cate got into marvel

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

Cate called her the usual names. Darling, love, baby, honey, sweetheart. All of which Luna loved and she always blushes which cate loved.

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

They were in Hawaii just on a trip since Cate had just wrapped a huge movie, they were sitting on the beach just watching the sunset when Cate looks over at Luna. Her brown hair in a pony tail but pieces touching her cheek gently, her blue eyes almost glowing from the sun, suddenly Luna turns to her and smiles “is something wrong” Cate shakes her head “no you are just so beautiful”

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

They love Chinese food and get it at least 3 times a week

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

They never fight enough to where they almost break up

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

When the anxiety of fame and depression get to Luna she breaks down hard but cate is always there to hold her while she cry’s and Cate says the sweetest words to her “it’ll be okay I promise, I’m not going anywhere I love you so much”

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

After the Thor Red carpet Cate always loved to gush about her, in an interview a woman asks “how is it dating someone that is not only younger than you but also so established at this age” Cate smiles “it’s a joy, she is so versatile in everything she does her voice can sing anything than when she acts it’s so natural for her! She is just is perfect, her range is amazing I couldn’t be happier!”

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

They do text a lot when they aren’t together which is most of the time, Luna sends her a lot of Tik toks to make cate laugh

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Her vocabulary is truly amazing, she will be talking when she says a super long word and Luna laughs “what does that even mean?”

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Cate loves how Luna dresses while cate has like 10 stylists Luna does her own hair, makeup and picks her own outfits for events

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

They talk about marriage and neither are in s rush to get married since Cate had just gotten out of a long marriage

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

Cate hated how Luna could get anyone’s attention without even trying, when she walked into the room everyone’s eyes went onto her

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

They don’t post on YouTube but since they were both famous there relationship was pretty known

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

Luna had a mini farm at her house in LA, she had pigs, chickens and cats which cate loves.

#cate blanchett #cate Blanchett imagine #fanfic #lou miller #oceans 8

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The Impractical Gattosby: Chapter 1

~Oh???? My god???? This was fucking INCREDIBLE!!!! Thank you for this spectacular submission! I’m truly blown away! Please please PLEASE post this on AO3 or Wattpad because I want you properly credited with this work and I want so many others to read this!

In Murr’s younger and more vulnerable years his father gave him some advice that he’s been turning over in his mind ever since.

“James, whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told him, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

He didn’t say any more but they’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and he understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence he is inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to Murr and also made him the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that at college, Murr was unjustly accused of being a ferret, because he was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently he has feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when Murr realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon—for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. He is still a little afraid of missing something if he forgot that, as his father snobbishly suggested, and Murr would snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

And, after boasting this way of his tolerance, Murr came to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point he didn’t care what it’s founded on. When he came back from Staten Island last autumn he felt that he wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; he wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gattosby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from Murr’s reaction—Joe Gattosby who represented everything for which Murr has an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “comedic genius"—it was an extraordinary gift for confidence, a type of shamelessness such as Murr has never found in any other person and which it is not likely he should ever find again. No—Gattosby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gattosby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out his interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

Murr’s family were prominent, well-to-do people in the northeast for three generations. The Murrays are something of a clan and they have a tradition that they’ve descended from Italian and Irish nobility, but the actual founder of his line was his grandfather’s brother who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War and started the wholesale business that Murr’s father carries on today.

He never saw this great-uncle but he’s supposed to look like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father’s office, sporting a shiny bald head. Murr graduated from Georgetown University in 1915, and after he decided to go to New York and learn the motion picture industry. Everybody he knew was in the motion picture industry so he supposed it could support one more single man. All his aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep-school for him and finally said, “Why—ye-es” with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance him for a year, using the funds that would have otherwise gone towards purchasing for him an automobile, and after various delays he went to New York, permanently, he thought, in the spring of twenty-two.

The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and he had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that they take an apartment together in a commuting town it sounded like a great idea. He found the place, a weather beaten cardboard apartment at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Los Angeles and he went out to the country alone. Murr had a dog, Penny, at least he had her for a few days until she ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made his bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than Murr, stopped him on the road.

“How do you get to Staten Island?” he asked helplessly.

Murr told him. And as he walked on he was lonely no longer. Murr was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on him the freedom of the neighborhood.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees—just as things grow in fast movies—he had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

There was so much to read for one thing and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. Murr bought a dozen volumes on motion pictures and cameras and they stood on his shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton and Rudolph Valentino knew. And he had the high intention of reading many other books besides. He was rather literary in college—not only was he an English major, but one year Murr wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the “Georgetown News"—and now he was going to bring back all such things into his life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the "well-rounded man.” This isn’t just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

It was a matter of chance that he rented an apartment in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous boroughs, identical in contour and separated only by water, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western Hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Upper New York Bay.

Murr lived at Staten Island, the—well, the less fashionable of the two boroughs, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. His apartment was at the very tip of the island, only fifty yards from the Bay, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on his right was a colossal affair by any standard—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gattosby’s mansion. Or rather, as he didn’t know Mr. Joe Gattosby it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. His own apartment was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so he had a view of the water, a partial view of his neighbor’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dollars a month.

Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable Brooklyn glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening he took the Staten Island Ferry there to have dinner with the Vulcano-Quinns. Sal Vulcano was his former brother-in-law from when Murr had married Sal’s sister for three days, and he’d known Brian “Q” Quinn in his Monsignor Farrell High School days.

Sal’s husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever worked for the Fire Department of New York—a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax. His family was enormously wealthy—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach—but now he’d come to Brooklyn in a fashion that rather took one’s breath away: for instance he’d bought three cats named Benjamin, Brooklyn, and Chessie. It was hard to realize that a man in Murr’s own generation was wealthy enough to do that.

Why they came to New York, Murr doesn’t know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Sal over the telephone, but Murr didn’t believe it—he had no sight into Sal’s heart but he felt that Q would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable fire to fight.

And so it happened that on a warm windy evening he rode the Staten Island Ferry over to Brooklyn to see two old friends whom he scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than Murr had expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Brian Quinn was at the front porch.

He had changed since his Monsignor Farrell High years. Now he was a sturdy, dark-haired man of thirty with a rather magnificent beard and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant hazel eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his newsboy cap and silk American-flag print scarf could hide the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage—a cruel body.

His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and there were guys at high school who had hated his guts.

“Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to say, “just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.” They were in the same Improv Club, and while they were never intimate Murr always had the impression that Q approved of him and wanted him to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.

They talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.

“I’ve got a nice place here,” he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.

Turning me around by one arm he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep pungent roses and a snub-nosed motor boat that bumped the tide off shore.

“It belonged to Mrs. Calabash, my neighbor.” He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. “We’ll go inside.”

They walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the ceiling—and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.

The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two men were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white and their clothes were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. Murr must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Q shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two men ballooned slowly to the floor.

The younger of the two was a stranger to me. He was extended full length at his end of the divan, completely motionless and with his chin raised a little as if he were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If he saw me out of the corner of his eyes he gave no hint of it—indeed, Murr was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed him by coming in.

The other man, Sal, made an attempt to rise—he leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression—then he laughed, a loud boisterous laugh that soon had him falling to the floor, and he laughed too and came forward into the room.

“Oh my gawd, I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.”

He got up to only laugh and almost fell to the floor once again, as if he said something very witty, and held his hand for a moment, looking up into Murr’s face, promising that there was no one in the world he so much wanted to see. That was a way he had. Sal hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing man was Jost. (Murr has heard it said that Sal’s murmur was only to make people lean toward him; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)

At any rate Casey Jost’s lips fluttered, he nodded at Murr almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped his head back again—the object he was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given him something of a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to Murr’s lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from him.

Murr looked back at his former brother-in-law who began to ask him questions in his low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. His face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright green eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in his voice that men who had cared for him found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that he had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

#submission #suki speaks #and also the submission name was F. Thot Fitzgerald which SENT ME INTO ORBIT I LOVED EVERY BIT OF THIS #anon

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Prank War

@asexualbert requested redfinch and I think platonic ralbert too so here goes I guess.

((This takes place pre-canon. I know almost nothing about any of the character’s canon backstories, so I made up things to fill in blanks. I heard a thing saying Finch was Brooklyn in the original movie, so idk...))

Warnings: Q-slur, period-typical homophobia, a little bit of internalized homophobia I guess.

...

“Oh, Albie!”

Great. Albert was not in the mood to talk, currently, but this was just how it was, being Racetrack Higgens’ best friend.

“What is it, Racer?”

“Guess what I did?”

“Hmm... let me think. Did ya ask someone out?”

“Who do you thinks I am? Romeo?”

“Well, you flirts like him, so sure.”

“Funny. Everybody get a load of the comedian over here! He might as well get a new career slingin’ jokes!”

“Ey, I could if I wanted to.”

“Sure. You’s about as funny as Wiesel.”

“Seriously though,” Albert said, “What did you do?”

Usually, if Race joked this much, it was because he was deflecting around something while desperately hoping someone would figure out that he really did want to talk about it.

And, usually, this was Race’s way when he had a crush, or had done something moderately illegal. Not that Albert was judging. Pretty much all the Newsies had done something illegal at least once, even over in Manhattan. Hell, even Crutchie had hit a cop with his crutch, once, when he and Jack got in a tight spot.

Or... there was one more thing this could possibly be. Only... no.

“Please tell me ya didn’t.”

Race shrugged innocently, “I did.”

“It’s only been a few months since the last one!”

“And it’s been all quiet-like around here since! We all needs a good shake-up occasionally!”

Albert groaned. As much as he loved Race as his best friend, he absolutely hated when he started prank wars.

The first time, it was funny. The third time, it was still mildly amusing, but mostly annoying. By the seventh time, it was just plain annoying.

But, the younger Newsies loved it, and most of the older ones enjoyed the opportunity to harass each other without any risk of a soaking. If someone pranked you, you pranked them back, but nobody got hurt. That was how it worked, until the war had been dragging on a couple weeks and everybody got bored with it.

At least until Race decided to start a new war.

In the several years Albert had known him, this was going to be the eighteenth prank war Race had started.

“Well, who’d ya prank this time?”

Race grinned, “Spot Conlon.”

“What?!”

Albert yelled it so loud that pretty much everybody came running, wondering what was going on.

“What’s up, Albert?” Jack asked, “Heard yellin.’”

Albert glared at his best friend, “Racer here has started another prank war. And do ya want to tell the gang who you pranked to start it?”

Race shrugged, “Well, I just put a frog in his pillowcase, so it ain’t nothing serious.”

“Ain’t nothing serious?” Albert demanded, “You put a frog in Spot fuckin’ Conlon’s pillowcase!”

Immediately, everyone started yelling at Race, demanding to know how he could be so stupid, why he would do that, and a few asking how Spot had reacted.

Albert, of course, knew that since Race was friends with just about everybody from every borough, Spot couldn’t hurt him without other boroughs trying to hurt Brooklyn in retaliation. And besides, Race had even managed to get close with the King of Brooklyn, so it wasn’t like there was really any risk, but still.

Pranking Spot fucking Conlon was a stupid-ass move.

“Don’t worry!” Race said confidently, “He hadn’t found it yet when I left but I’s left him a note explainin’ the rules. This’ll be the first inter-borough prank war! It’ll be fun!”

The worst part was how some of the Newsies actually seemed to be agreeing that a prank war including the Brooklyn boys would be fun.

Everyone looked to Jack. It probably wasn’t too late for him to just go over to Brooklyn, apologize, and end the whole thing, but would he do that? It seemed like the smart thing.

Jack shrugged, “Long as nobody gets hurt, like always, should be fine. Might actually be fun.”

Race grinned. A few, Albert included, groaned.

This was going to be a long couple weeks.

...

“So, you don’t seem that thrilled with Racer for startin’ this.”

Albert happened to be in Jacobi’s that day, grabbing some water, when most of the Newsies weren’t. The only other one there was Finch.

To be honest, Albert didn’t actually know Finch that well. He knew he’d showed up a couple years ago and was sarcastic 90% of the time, (not that Albert blamed him for that. He was sarcastic a lot, too.) but he usually hung out with Henry or Sniper and Smalls, and Albert usually stuck with Race, and Romeo and Specs.

The prank war had started last night, and so far, no one, Brooklyn or otherwise, had made another move.

“I’m not,” Albert admitted, “Racer has a habit of bein’ stupid for no reason.”

“I don’t think Spot’ll hurt him.”

“Oh, he won’t.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“This is the second prank war this year and it was only funny the first few times.”

Finch laughed, “You tells it like it is, even about your own best friend, huh?”

“Well, we all know Race talks shit about me, so...”

Finch laughed again, and the twinge in Albert’s chest made him wonder why he was even here.

True, the Newsies were all pretty close. Close enough to at least vaguely know each other’s triggers and what kind of touches everyone was okay with, to count on each other in a fight, to openly know and keep the secret when two boys or two girls started going out... But they still had regular groups or pairs they stuck to. It was inevitable with a friend group that big.

So, why would Finch be straying from his? Was this a prank?

Seeming to sense his thoughts, Finch cleared his throat.

“So... I’s came here today wondering something. If you wanted to be allies.”

Albert was confused, “What?”

“Allies. We prank other people but don’t prank each other.”

“Don’t work like that. Everybody pranks everybody in a prank war.”

“I know,” Finch admitted, “But this time, it’s different, see? This time, we’s up against Brooklyn and Manhattan. And I used to be a Brooklyn boy, so I can tells ya we’s all gonna need friends in a war against them.”

“A prank war,” Albert corrected, “There’s rules for this. Nobody gets hurt.”

“You seriously think all them Brooklyn boys are gonna follow that?”

Albert hadn’t thought of that. He’d been thinking in terms of Spot Conlon, who wouldn’t hurt them because he was so close with Race. But some of his boys definitely would take a chance to soak someone for no reason and call it a prank.

“I know I can’t count on Henry for this,” Finch said, “I’s already asked, and he’s too stupid to see how dangerous this could get. And Sniper and Smalls only ally with each other. I’m askin’ you cause you seem like the smart kind who knows when not to go it alone.”

Aw, what the hell? Albert had never had an ally in a prank war. Maybe this would make it less annoying and more fun.

When Finch spat into his hand and held it out, Albert accepted the spit shake.

...

Unfortunately, Finch was right.

A week into the prank war, and Henry wasn’t hurt bad, when some Brooklyn boys gave him a black eye calling it a prank, but he could have been. Jack had decided not to tell Spot about it, instead giving the Manhattan boys permission to actually hurt people back instead of just the bare minimum defend themselves.

Knowing Spot had ears everywhere, they could only hope that knowing Manhattan was actually allowed to hurt in self defense would deter any Brooklyn boys looking for an easy target.

Of course, this meant that the ones like Jack, Sniper, Finch, Blink, etc, had to teach everyone else to fight at least a little, but it was working out alright so far.

“I don’t see why anyone would wanna soak someone for no reason,” Albert commented, when he and Finch were hanging out in an empty Lodging House. They’d gotten done earlier than anyone else that day.

“It ain’t that simple.”

“How ain’t it?”

Finch shrugged, “All the Brooklyn boys who’s rough is rough for a reason. Some of ‘em had bad folks. Some of ‘em, Spot found in a gang or somethin.’ Some spent time in the Refuge. Some grew up on the streets. All them rough ones grew up so’s they don’t know how to be anything else.”

“Blink’s folks were bad,” Albert pointed out, “Race was in the Refuge for a while. Crutchie grew up on the streets. They all turned out alright.”

“Yeah, cause Jack was there to help ‘em.”

Albert didn’t know how to respond to that.

Finch sighed, “Albert, you don’t get it. Here, everybody’s family. We talk stuff out. In Brooklyn, you got anger problems, Spot just tells ya where to aim it. Ya heal on your own or not at all. That’s just how it works.”

“Is that why you got out?” Albert asked.

He only vaguely remembered Finch coming to the Lodging House. One day, Jack had just introduced him, told the others Finch was one of theirs, now, and given him a bed. Nobody had questioned it, because when Jack didn’t immediately tell someone’s past, it usually meant it wasn’t one that should be asked about.

Finch shrugged, “I got tired of needin’ to be strong all the time. Spot protects who he can, but he’s got a lot more guys than Jack. Most of the time, you gotta protect yourself. Need to make sure the other guys don’t see you as weak. I guess Race noticed I wasn’t cut out for it. Told me I should come over to Manhattan.”

“What made you actually do it?”

Finch hesitated.

“Hey,” Albert said firmly, “Finch, you can tell me anything. Like you said, Manhattan is family.”

The other boy took a deep breath but still didn’t say anything.

“That bad, huh?”

Finch sighed, “I did it because Spot said I had to get out while I could. He said some rough boys got wind about me... about me bein’ queer. He told me to run to Manhattan.”

Albert nodded. He hadn’t expected that, to be honest, but it wasn’t like he could judge.

“Okay. That it?”

Finch seemed relieved, but Albert didn’t really know why. It was common knowledge that several pairs of the Manhattan boys were together, and most of the few girls had paired up with other girls.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “Ya know, Spot can’t be caught supportin’ queers. He’d be dead by the next dawn. Guess the guys who figured out ‘bout me weren’t sure enough to do anything. Still, Spot probably saved my life by tellin’ me they knew. I told my old Brooklyn pals it was cause I had a girl who got sick and died.”

Albert did remember that Finch had come during a cold winter. His Brooklyn friends would have bought it.

“Well, that ain’t gonna happen, here,” he said firmly, “If it was dangerous for queers here, Jack woulda had to kick himself out.”

“Shit, you serious?”

“Course. What did ya think Blink and Mush had goin’ on?”

Finch laughed, “Kinda assumed Jack didn’t know about it.”

“Cowboy is oblivious, but not that oblivious.”

Finch laughed again, and Albert tripped over his next breath.

Aw, hell. Why not?

“And uh...” Albert hesitated, “If Jack was in the business of kickin’ out queers to protect ‘em... he’d have to kick me out, too.”

Finch looked at him in surprise, “Albert—“

They both heard the Lodging House door close loudly, then someone cursed loudly. Definitely not Kloppman.

When he looked at him, Albert didn’t think he’d ever seen Finch so scared.

“I know that voice,” he said quietly, “We needs to hide.”

Albert didn’t question it, just pulling Finch into a broom closet at the end of the bunk bed rows.

Kloppman would be back soon. He’d only gone out on a brief errand. With homefield advantage, Albert and Finch should be able to stay hidden long enough to survive.

“Come on, Snitch, you gots to be quieter than that.”

“Ey, Muddy, I know that fuckin’ queer, Finch, is here. We just gots to find him.”

“What makes you think he’s alone?”

“If he ain’t, we’ll just get rid of whoever protects him, too.”

Their laughter made Albert want to punch something.

Finch was breathing quickly, shaking like a leaf. No one should be able to make him afraid like that.

“Hey,” Albert whispered, “Finch, calm down. It’s okay. They’s not gonna find us. They won’t hurt you.”

“This closet ain’t hidden enough.”

“I remember Muddy and Snitch,” Albert insisted, “They’re dumb as horse shit on the pavement. We just gots to stay quiet and wait for Kloppman to get back.”

It couldn’t be long now, but Finch was clearly too scared to think clearly.

There wasn’t much light in the closet, but Albert grabbed the sides of Finch’s face, digging his fingers into his hair to force the taller boy to look at him.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he murmured, “They won’t find us. Finch, breathe.”

Finch took a deep breath, looking Albert in the eye.

“They won’t hurt you,” he said again.

That was when Finch kissed him, grabbing onto Albert’s wrists to keep him close.

Albert was... surprised, to say the least, but he certainly wasn’t complaining, doing his best to stay silent as he kissed him back.

They pulled apart when they heard Kloppman come in. There was yelling downstairs, and the door slammed. Clearly, the Brooklyn boys weren’t willing to risk tangling with an actual adult, even one that Albert didn’t think could actually fight.

“Hey, anybody here?” he called upstairs, “Anyone wanna explain why I just kicked out two Brooklyn boys?”

“Not that I really wants to, but we should probably get out of the closet,” Albert suggested.

Finch laughed, opening the door.

“It’s probably better ya don’t know, Kloppman!” Albert shouted down the stairs.

“Albert? That you?”

“Finch, too!” Finch shouted.

“Okay! And... be careful, boys! Be discreet!”

Albert stifled a laugh. He’d always suspected that Kloppman knew about the various same-sex pairs, but this was the first real evidence he’d seen.

“So, I takes it this ain’t a prank?” Finch asked.

Albert shook his head quickly, “Not on my end. If it was a prank on yours, you don’t really know what a prank is. I enjoyed that way too much for a prank.”

“Glad we agree.”

“So,” Albert said, sitting down on his bunk.

Finch grinned as he let Albert pull him down next to him, “So.”

“Are we still allies?”

“Hope we’s more than that.”

Albert laughed before leaning forward to kiss Finch again.

#newsies #the newsies #redfinch #albert dasilva #finch cortez #albert newsies #finch newsies #platonic ralbert #racetrack higgins #race newsies #kloppman #violet’s writing

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MEMBER SPOTLIGHT: @an-american-teen-against-crime!

This week, we get to know Cambria and all her favorite Nancy Drew memories!

Q: What is your earliest memory of the Nancy Drew games? We got MHM when I was a wee lass of 3 years, so I’m not sure if I can trust my memory but I remember playing the game on our super dark computer screen and being able to barely see anything in the attic. We were freaked out by the baby doll head, and I remember I had no concept of how the spooky stuff worked and partnered with the dark screen, I thought the large dresser in Nancy’s room was a monster. The picture on her wall freaked me out for some reason too, not sure why. (I talk more about MHM memories on that week of the Clue Crew Podcast, y’all should check it out!)

Q: What is your favorite game, and why? It’s a tie between Last Train to Blue Moon Canyon and Secret of Shadow Ranch. Both hold a lot of nostalgia for me, their soundtracks are a m a z i n g, they have wonderful settings and I really enjoy the storylines and casts. They both have that classic ND feel for me and really like the plot progression and gameplay. That’s all I’m gonna say though, or we’d be here for paragraphs!

Q: What is your least favorite game, and why? I’ve been thinking about this more recently. It has always been RAN, but actually upon replaying MED I’m not so sure haha. My rankings of the games flip flop around a lot, but I’m going to say RAN simply because I straight up don’t enjoy the game play. Them culprits knew what they were doing.

Q: Who is your favorite character, and why? AhHHH! I am bad at picking favorites, as you can tell. Main cast, Nancy! I love all of them but I seriously love the Hardy Boys so so much. As far as suspects go though, I have a lot of favorites, but some who really stick out for me are Nick Falcone, Henry Bolet, Alexei, basically every GTH character, Alec, Grigor, Ryan, Xenia is cool...gah. Too many. I don’t like in game Sonny but my favorite character has to be comic book Sonny if that makes sense. XD for further explanation I wanna write analysis about my favorite characters so stay tuned (FOR DANGER) for those!

Q: What is something you’d like to see in an upcoming game? Hm. Haven’t really thought much about this one? Honestly I’d love to see the return of Revenant and kinda finishing that whole story up would be cool. While I didn’t enjoy what they did to Sonny in MED, I think they could have redeemed themselves with the New Mexico game that was going to happen, so I would have liked to see that. Also, what the heck, I wanna see Maya return and I want Henry to come back and team up with Nancy because they would be a dynamic duo, you cannot convince me otherwise!

Q: What is your favorite memory from the games and/or the books? There’s nothing like playing a game for the first time. Some of my favorite memories come from playing them with my family when I was younger, but those kind of all run together. I do remember though when SPY came out, I was SO excited. I wanted to play it as soon as I got it, so I didn’t have time to play it with my sister and thus it was the first game I played completely by myself. I binge-played that game so fast, and I remember after I finished I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That game will always hold a special place in my heart.

Q: What is your favorite thing about the Nancy Drew fandom? Y’all are so extremely funny and kind, I love how close knit we are and how much we care about each other. I’ve made some really close friends on here in the short time since I first joined in February, so I just want to thank you guys for really bringing me into the fold, I appreciate each and every one of you!

Q: Anything you contribute to the fandom (such as fanfiction, artwork, graphics, memes, reviews, meta, etc.) that we can give you a shoutout for? Welp I make art sometimes, I analyze bits of the games and sometimes make memes! I also wrote one fanfic and there are some more on the way.....so keep an eye out for those!

Q: Any other hobbies and/or interests? UmmmMmm I read, draw, write, I like to analyze media, and study directing and film stuff, I have a lot of fandoms or at least pieces of media I get excited about, I like space, dinosaurs, superheroes.... I can’t play or sing but I LOVE music and musicals, I have a black belt in Karate, and I travel as much as I can!

Q: Do you have any pets? RIP, sadly I do not... I do have a rock named Dirk though and a cactus named Ambrosia.

Q: What is one thing you'd like everyone in the fandom to know about you? If you ever wanna talk to me, please feel free to message me or send me an ask, even if you just wanna discuss anything Nancy Drew or just life stuff in general I’d be happy to listen

Q: Anything else you'd like to add? This is your time to shine! This is not Nancy Drew related but if you haven’t seen it yet you need to watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. That movie is revolutionary (and then come talk to me about it after!!!)

Congrats again, Cambria! And thank you so much for all the things you do for the fandom! :)

#member spotlight #an american teen against crime

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bowsie22 · 4 years

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Gonjo Collection 3

Summary: Times runs differently in each reality. Lee Gon wasn’t aware of that.

Lee Gon had experience sneaking through the palace to his rooms. He and Jo Yeong had snuck out a lot when they were younger. It had been fun, thrilling.

Sneaking back as King was a lot harder. There seemed to be a lot more people in the palace as well. Lee Gon could never remember seeing this many people before. And they all seemed to be quite busy, talking into their earpieces, tracking something apparently. Deciding not to worry about it, Lee Gon crept into his rooms, smiling as the door closed behind him, cutting off the noise from the halls. The smile fell when he saw the papers on his desk.

“What the? How is there this much work after one day?”

Deciding that that was tomorrow’s problem, Lee Gon headed into his bathroom. A bath sounded amazing right about now. He wandered through his rooms as the bath filled, thinking about his trip to the other world. It was amazing how similar they were and yet, how different they were. The things he could learn there! His door slammed open, Lee Gon turning away from his boards, reaching for a weapon of any kind.

“Jo Yeong? God, you frightened the life out of me.”

“Where have you been?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m back now. Safe and sound, in one piece.”

“Gon! Please, just tell me, where have you been?”

“Yeong, does it matter? I was only gone for a day.”

Taking his silence as agreement that the conversation was over, Lee Gon went back to the bathroom to turn the taps off. He had always liked scented bubble baths. Returning to his rooms, he was surprised to see Jo Yeong still standing by the doors.

“At least close the doors behind you. Jeeze, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in days!”

Jo Yeong closed the doors, keeping his back to his King. He finally responded, his voice trembling as he spoke.

“You have been gone for six weeks.”

Lee Gon dropped the papers in his hands, whirling to face Jo Yeong. Taking a closer look, he realised that the younger man did not look healthy. His normally pale skin was even paler, there were bags upon bags under his eyes, his lips were cracked and, was he shivering?

“Oh God, oh God, Yeong.”

Lee Gon pulled the smaller man into his arms, wincing as the other cried into his shoulder. Holding him like this, he realised how much weight the other had lost. Knowing Jo Yeong, he’d been working day and night to try and find his King, not even taking a moment’s rest.

“I’m sorry Yeong, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it was that long.”

Jo Yeong pulled away, putting some distance between himself and the king.

“We thought you were dead! You vanished off the GPS app.! I’ve had people searching the entire country. Intelligence agents in other countries searching for you. Or at least, for news of you. And then you just waltz in and tell me you’ve been missing for a day! How dare you Lee Gon!”

Lee Gon reached out, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist he tugged him forward, tucking the younger’s face into his neck.

“I was so worried Gon. You can’t do this to me.”

“I’m sorry Yeong, I’m so sorry.”

Lee Gon pressed his lips to the other’s temple, running his hands down his back, trying to comfort him.

“I promise, it will never happen again. Never.”

Again, his door slammed open. Lee Gon winced when he saw a furious Lady Noh. Not letting go of the still crying man in his arms, Lee Gon waved at the older woman.

“Hi? I’m sorry?”

Minutes, and a lot of tears later, the three were sitting on the couches, Gon Lee facing the other two. It was scary, seeing his normally unflappable guard break down like that. Even now Lady Noh was patting his back, trying to comfort Jo Yeong as he wiped his face with one of Lee Gon’s handkerchiefs.

“You tell us where you were Lee Gon, now!”

Looking between the two, Lee Gon knew he could trust them.

“This going to be hard to believe, but I was in a different world.”

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Jo Yeong stood up, avoiding Lee Gon’s eyes.

“I should go call off the search for the king. We told the public that you were sick, so you’ll have to make an appearance in the next few days. Get some rest, the next few days are going to be insane.”

He left the room, muttering into his earpiece. Lee Gon walked Lady Noh to her rooms, the two wandering slowly through the palace.

“If Jo Yeong got one hour of sleep a night when you were gone, I’d be surprised.”

Wincing, the king apologised once again.

“Oh stop with the apologies. They won’t change anything now. Besides, you know I’m not the one you should be apologising to. I’ll get you boys tomorrow off. Look after him Lee Gon. He always look after you, it’s you returned it.”

Returning to his rooms, Lee Gon wrote q quick note on a post it and asked one of the guards stationed outside his door to leave it on Jo Yeong’s door. The other was sent to the kitchen to get a selection of the captain’s favourite foods.

When Jo Yeong entered his rooms, Lee Gon was busy setting up the food.

“Don’t say anything. I’ve stressed you out way too much and I can’t apologise enough. The bath is hot, your favourite foods and tea are here, and we are spending tomorrow in bed, watching shitty daytime television. Ok?”

Nodding, Jo Yeong walked to the bathroom, clothes dropping behind him. While waiting, Lee Gon started on the paperwork. There was so much, it made him want to cry. But it was his own fault, wasn’t it? Looking up, he jumped when he saw Jo Yeong standing in front of him.

“You need to start making more noise.”

“You need to start paying more attention.”

They smiled at each other, Lee Gon taking the chance to look the other man over. Standing in a paid of Lee Gon’s sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, it was clear that Jo Yeong had lost some weight, quite a bit in fact. He still looked too pale, too tired. The king stood and, taking the other man by the hand, they moved to the couches. Jo Yeong curled into his side as they ate, talking over the movie playing on the tv.

“Are you going to go back there?”

“No, we can send soldiers or agents. Someone who won’t cause as much stress if they disappear.”

“Look at that, you had a good idea. It makes sense though. They can run tests or whatever and you can do your math thing, figure out the time thing.”

Pressing his lips to the other’s temple, Lee Gon couldn’t help but laugh.

“My math thing, I can do that. Yeong, I’m sorry.”

Jo Yeong moved away, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the corner of Gon Lee’s mouth. He rested there, breath tickling the king’s lips when he spoke.

“I know, it’s ok. You didn’t know. Just never do that again.”

God, but Lee Gon loved this man.

The left the king’s rooms two days later. And if Lady Noh complained loudly about the hickeys decorating Jo Yeong’s neck and the bruising around his wrists, well, Lee Gon was still king. Technically, he didn’t have to listen to anyone. About anything. Except Jo Yeong. He’d always listen to him.

A/N This is still a rare pair, but feel free to leave a prompt here and I will get to doing it! Thanks for reading.

#gonjo #jogon #jo yeong x lee gon #lee gon x jo yeong #jo yeong #lee gon #the king eternal monarch #jo young

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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A-Z Fluff With Danny Torrance

Danny Torrance x reader

Warnings: none I don’t think

Author’s Note: This one was really fun I adore Danny so much

Requested: by anon, Hi there!! I love your writing and was wondering if you would do the fluff alphabet and the nsfw alphabet for Dan Torrance! I know they’re a lot, so no worries❤️ thanks so much for being here!

Genre: fluff

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Activities:

He loves it when you read for him and when you go for coffee and WALKS! Walks through the town, through the park. He adores hanging out at the park.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He wants a family with you. He didn’t really want one when he was younger because he didn’t want to end up like his dad but all he can think about now is your little family and how badly he wants it.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He likes to be the big spoon when you’re spooning but he also likes to hold you in his arms and have your head on his chest. After he has nightmares which he has often unfortunately, he likes it when you hold his head in your lap and play with your hair.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Pretty ordinary which is just the way you both like them. Dinners or spending time at home and then movies. He likes to see movies with you because he likes to watch your face when something crazy happens.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are his light, his love, his reason for getting up and going to work every morning.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was in love right after you first met which was saying something. He was just getting over the worst part of getting sober and he was getting really bad cold sweats when you held him and distracted him from it.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

All the time. He holds you like he's going to break you. Danny has already had such a tough life that if he lost you because he wasn’t kind enough that would be the end of it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Danny loves your hands and he likes to hold them while he’s driving or when you come to an AA meeting he likes to hold your hands in his lap. He really loves your hands.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was your beauty and your obvious caring nature. Taking him in when he needed the help to get sober was a giant leap of faith he will always be grateful for.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, quite terribly. He hates to admit it but he doesn’t like to see you get close to other guys in fear he won’t be good enough to compete with them but he never stops you from doing it because he hates to tell you what to do.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Chaste, sweet, predictable, comforting. He leans in painstakingly slow, moving even slower the closer he gets to your lips. He wants you to be anticipating the moment when your lips finally touch. It works every single time, expectantly. He definitely initiated your first kiss, as well.

L = Love (Who says ˜I love you™ first?)

You did. He was crying one afternoon, telling you how terrible he had been a lot of his life and he wasn’t sure if he would be good enough for you. He really adored you and when you told him that you loved him the crying just stopped as he let that sink in.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

The first time you surprised him by picking you up at work at the park from the train. You were watching him say goodbye to the children who recognized him by now and he remembers seeing you, waiting, smiling and he always goes back to that moment. The simplicity of it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He doesn’t have a lot of money to spoil you with but he loves to do it when he can. He believes you deserve everything and you rarely ask for stuff so if he sees something like a book or movie or jewelry or something and has the money he’ll buy it.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Purple. The shirt you were wearing when he first saw you was purple.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, babe, love, hon, pumpkin

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Boy dies from old car radios that play cassettes. He loves them. Danny will not let you get an aux cord.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Danny and you like to sit and you read to him. He listens to your voice and the rain and it’s kind of everything.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He makes himself a shit ton of coffee. Unreasonably amount. You have many coffee cups it's your favorite thing to buy for him, funny one line coffee cups and it always cheers him up.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He adores listening to you talk about things and he doesn’t really enjoy talking about his past so when he can talk about a funny thing that a kid did at work or the people at the hospice he will.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Coffee, rain, you, books/movies and his bed.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes to show off his shine to you now that he uses it. But to other people you’re his pride and joy.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He knew he wanted to marry you so easily in the relationship and had been stressed planning for the five years before he proposed. He did it in the park at night after you had gone to the coffee shop. Dan was a stuttering mess. It was very cute.

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

I’m torn between Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll by the Killers, Lover by Taylor Swift and Take My Breath Away by Berlin. You and him jam to the Killers, Lover reminds him of how lucky he is to have you and take my breath away reminds him of top gun there for your movie dates.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Not before you but after you all the time

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He likes the idea of a dog once he moves out of the little room.

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing, @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats @starwarsprequelfangirl @ah-callie @rai-strangebr @whyisgmora @fandxmnerd

#danny Torrance x reader #danny Torrance imagines

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Q&A with the Archery Men

Translated compilation of the eleven-part Q&A from the official Twitter. Feel free to message me about any mistakes. Please consider supporting the creator by purchasing the novels here and here. (Raws || Index)

Question 1. What is your family structure?

I live with just my father. My mother passed away in a car accident when I was in sixth grade.

I live with my father and mother. My older brother lives by himself. Of course, Kuma is a precious family member too.

Grandma, Dad, Mom and Nee-chan! Eeeveryone is nice! I’m a grandma’s boy.

Dad, Mom and little sis! If I do say so myself, I think we’re a family of good-looking men and women. ★

Dad, Mom, two big sisters and our cat, Lucy. The height of my shoulders is close to my Dad’s.

Dad, Mom, Aniki. Dad and Aniki travel outside of the prefecture for work-related matters. I also currently live by myself in an apartment complex close to the shrine.

Father, mother, younger sister. There’s a bit of a gap between mine and my sister’s ages, so we have never played together that much...

Question 2. What’s a food (or drink) that you like?

Egg rolls. Not with sugar but salt! It’s gotta be salt!

Stir-fried water spinach. I’ve never come across a stir-fried water spinach that wasn’t delicious.

Cream stew! I kinda feel happy whenever I eat it.

Soy latte. ❤ Soy is good for health and soy latte is fashionable, huh?

Salted plum. It has a bactericidal effect for recovery from fatigue and is also all-purpose! I have it pickled at home.

Coffee. The ones you can drip yourself are good, but I also like canned coffee. Getting to enjoy the scent is kinda adult-like, isn’t it?

kyoani did you really have to romanize his name like that oh my god

Japanese-style food in general. Spending time with my grandfather might have had a big influence on this. I like takoyaki.

Question 3. Any foods (or drinks) that you hate?

Japanese ginger. That smell is just... I wonder if I’ll grow to like it when I become an adult...

Ratatouille. Lots of things I don’t like are mixed in it... What I don’t like is a secret.

Sukiyaki... Everyone likes it, but I once ate too much and ended up feeling sick...

Bitter gourd. I’m a bit bad at dealing with bitterness. Ah, but if it’s a bitter gourd chanpuru made by you, I’ll eat it. ❤

Chocolate. Can’t really eat sweet stuff...

Eggplant. The texture doesn’t go well no matter what...

I make sure not to hate anything.

Question 4. What are your hobbies?

Pottering. I also go play in the river with Seiya a lot during summer. Of course, Kuma comes too!

Watching soccer games. I like collecting data and coming up with tactics. Eh, why don’t I play it myself, you ask? Haha, because I’m more on the analytical side of it!

Bouldering and traditional drums! I like moving my body, and traditional drums have been on display at a festival in my hometown too!

I like gaming and mangas! But what I’m into right now is gathering frog merch. ❤ The girls give me lots of goods.

Gaming and reading. There’s a game I’m into now, and coming up with tactics is really fun. As for reading, anything goes, I guess... What d’you mean by “that’s unexpected”?

Visiting cafés and enjoying the shop’s coffee! I enjoy reading too. I also go hitch-hiking and there was a time I went on a journey.

I don’t have what could be called a hobby, so... let’s go with “meditating”.

Question 5. Any special abilities?

None in particular. Saying, “This is my talent!” is kinda embarrassing...

Creating smartphone apps. I also register my hit counts in my own self-made app. It’s pretty simple to make one, y’know?

Kendou! I was in the kendou club in middle school. But I don’t like hurting my opponents...

Hip-hop dancing! Cool, ain’t it? I’m also in the middle of studying many languages, not just English! Maybe because I sound good, I get compliments on my pronounciation.

Archery! Nothing other than that! Period!

Car driving. Parallel parking is a breeze too! But the roads and parking lots are large here, so I don’t do parallel parking that often...

None in particular. Aah, archery? I don’t want to attribute it to a category as narrow as “special abilities”.

Question 6. Are you a dog person or cat person?

Kuma! He’s the dog kept at Seiya’s place, and he’s cute and a good boy! I wanna cuddle with him!

Dog, I guess. My Kuma is more attached to Minato than to me, though... I can’t get in-between the two of them.

Dog! People tell me I’m like a golden retriever, so my affinity with them just goes up on its own!

I’m a kitty person. ❤ Of course, I’m talking about you!

Cat. Our Lucy is obviously the cutest thing in the world.

Can’t I be an owl person? In the past, after I took care of an owl that got injured, I became an owl person!

Dog. Japanese breeds are cool, aren’t they?

Question 7. Sea person? Mountains person?

Mountains. I used to often go insect hunting when I was a kid, and climbing trees is my specialty! Be it in spring, summer, fall or winter, there’s a lot to enjoy.

Mountains. When I was a child, I often went to play in them with Minato. I also quite like playing in the river.

Both! I can’t choose between either sea or mountains~. Except, the fact that there are bugs in the mountains and jellyfish in the sea is a bit...

Sea, I guess! I wanna walk on sandy dunes with you. ❤

Sea. Hey, don’t go making that “thought so~” face. I’m into hover boating.

Sea. Why, you ask? Because pretty women in swimsuits are there!

Mountains. My parents have a villa, you see. I’d often play there when I was little.

Question 8. If you could move through space and time, would you want to travel to the past or the future?

Future. I’m sometimes like, “I should’ve done this or that”, but rather than thinking about these things, I wanna move forward.

Past. The reason is a secret.

Future! I wanna try riding on flying cars! Also, maybe going to outer space!

To a happy future with you, I guess. ❤

Past. I’d become a warlord in the Warring States era! The warlord I admire is Date Masamune!

I live cherishing the present. That’s the most important.

Either. If I were to say it, I guess it’d be the future. I’m interested in space travel.

Question 9. What if you could use magic?

I could easily buy the stuff I want in limited-time sales. Last time, a 90%-off black wagyu fillet sold out before my eyes...

Controlling people’s minds. Haha, why’re you looking away?

I wanna try flying in the sky! If I do that, maybe I’d get to be friends with birds!

I don’t need magic. Like, it’s meaningless if you don’t make it happen with your own hands.

Not interested. It kinda feels like there’d be a catch, so I can’t trust it. For example, losing something important every time you use magic...

I’d be able to perfectly clean up the shrine’s grounds in an instant! We’re short-handed, so the cleaning takes up time... I wonder if someone couldn’t help out.

I wouldn’t rely on magic. It feels like I’d soon lose anything I get my hands on without effort.

Question 10. What’s something that made you happy lately?

I got to buy a good pork meat in a limited-time sale. But even though I made ginger pork with it, Dad said he was coming back late from work so he didn’t need it...

That I was able to safely enroll into high school. Eh, sounds like a lie, you say? It’s true.

I found a four-leaf clover! I gave it to Onee-chan!

That I met you. ❤ Hey, are you happy that you met me?

I went to the live show of a band I like. The lyrics that the vocalist writes pierce into your heart...

I got “winner” at the vending machine. I have strong luck, if I do say so myself! Guess I’ll try my hand at buying a lottery ticket or something if it goes on like that...

My sister drew a portrait of me. Of course, I keep it soundly in a safe place.

Question 11. What’s something that made you cry recently?

Tears came out when I was cutting the onions for the ginger pork. I was spacing out...

I don’t cry. If I have time to be crying, I make some effort to get strong instead.

I cried after watching a movie about animals! The child-raising struggles of that cheetah mom were so touching... *cries upon remembering it*

Out of happiness for meeting you. ❤ Speaking of which, why have you been giving me this cold look since earlier!?

I don’t cry.

You used to cry like a pipe in the past!

Shaddap! It’s in the past!

I haven’t ever since I became an adult. My tears have dried up... Just kidding!

I didn’t cry even when I was a child. I don’t even know what’s the kind of time that one should shed tears.

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Hi, Noah! I saw those prompt lists you reblogged and thought I’d send some your way! Muse and believe stood out to me, so if you vibe with them too, have at it! And you know I’ll always sell my soul for more autistic Matteo, especially from someone as wonderful as you are at writing it! 🤗💜

ahhh hello omg thank you for sending this i will absolutely write some autistic matteo!!!!!!! its such an honor that you like it truly ahh!!!!!!!! thank you so much 💖💖💖

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Matteo didn’t know how long it had been since he and David first settled into their current position, David leaned up against the wall at the head of Matteo’s bed, Matteo on his back in the opposite direction, one arm stretch out so he could fiddle with the hem of David’s boxers as he quietly sketched something in the brown book that Matteo loved to leaf through.

He had been rambling for some time, not quite sure what he where his train of thought had led, but what started as a rant about the environment turned into him reminiscing about his younger days with Jonas, which suddenly turned into something about a video game he had played once, and after a while his mouth was just running on autopilot.

He would’ve thought he was being annoying if it wasn’t for the way David would laugh at something he said, or make a comment, or even just smile to show that he was still listening. David didn’t only not think he was annoying, he seemed to actually be paying attention to, and enjoying the random shit Matteo was going off about.

He was already past the point of his own brain being able to keep up with his mouth when David stuck his pencil between the two pages of his book and closed it carefully, setting it down next to him with a sigh. Matteo lifted his head, and saw David staring down at him, a soft smile on his face.

“What?” He asked, when David just kept staring at him, and he raised an eyebrow when David shrugged, and smiled wider.

“Nothing,” David said, his fond expression making Matteo blush, “I just like you.”

Matteo rolled his eyes and squeezed a hand around David’s shin, somehow using it to pull himself into a sitting position, and he crossed his legs as he pointed to David’s sketchbook and asked, “What were you drawing?”

David’s cheeks darkened, and Matteo smiled and titled his head when David looked off to the side, and put his hand over the book.

“Nothing, i was just fucking around,” He said, trying to put the book on the table next to Matteo’s bed, but he didn’t resist when Matteo grabbed his wrist and drew his arm back.

“Why don’t you want to show me? Is it embarrassing?” he asked, and then faked an exaggerated gasp and asked, almost offended, “is it…dirty?”

“Fuck off, no! It’s just,” David said, and then huffed, and then flipped it back open to the page, and handed it over with a, “here, you can look.”

Matteo grinned and carefully grabbed it out of David’s hands, and he looked down at the page that had a rough sketch of….him?

“Is this me?” he asked, incredulous, even though there was no way it wasn’t him, no way it wasn’t a drawing of him from that day, from that specific time that Matteo had spent ranting about whatever his mouth decided to say. It was him, lying on his back on some undrawn surface, one hand behind his head and one in the air, gesturing as he told some story or got on some random soapbox.

“Uh, yeah,” David said, and then took the book from Matteo so he could flip a page back, where there were two pages that both had sketches on them, and Matteo couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face when he saw that they were also of him.

He had noticed David sketching on and off throughout the night, but he himself had been having trouble sticking to one task or thought at a time so he wasn’t paying a ton of attention. He hadn’t expected to see three sketches of him though, each from a different part of the night,

The first one was from when David had just gotten there, and had found him in the kitchen already cooking them dinner, and he had immediately settled at the table and taken out his book. In the drawing Matteo was at the stove, stirring something in a pot, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face, his tongue poking out the side.

The second one must have been from when they were sitting on opposite sides of the couch, watching a movie that Matteo actually liked so he was watching it instead of trying to distract David, and the drawing was his profile, his eyes were open but he wasn’t smiling, his face much more focused. He hadn’t even remembered David having his book out at that point.

Matteo looked back up at David’s red face after giving each drawing the attention that it deserved, and without saying anything he pushed himself into David’s arms, the force shoving him down onto the mattress with a laugh.

“You’re so good,” Matteo said into David’s neck, “how is your art always so good?”

“Well,” David said, wrapping his arms around Matteo’s waist and squeezing, “it helps when you have something beautiful to use as a reference.”

“Cheesy,” Matteo said, pushing himself up so he could stare up at David’s face, and he grinned before asking, “are you saying I’m your muse?”

“I guess so,” David said, leaning down to kiss Matteo’s forehead before saying, “now, does my muse want to move so I can continue drawing him?”

Matteo hummed, and kissed David’s shoulder before rolling off of him and onto his back, dropping his hands onto his stomach, his eyes trailing across the ceiling as he blushed under David’s purposeful gaze.

“You should keep talking, too, it was helping me focus,” David said, opening his book again, “and I like hearing you talk.”

Matteo smiled up at the ceiling before turning his head to the David and asking, “What the fuck was I even talking about before all of that?”

“I believe you left off with something about Hans setting up some kind of gay Q&A for you?” David said with a chuckle, and Matteo snorted and nodded before getting into that story, the gentle sounds of David’s pencil scratching against the paper and the comfort of just being able to talk making his eyes droop closed.

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