#I will give you the flag of some of them ^ in another post tomorrow
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Let's start off with Angyalistan and Užupis, since I don't have anything to add to what you already know about them x)
+only thing I added is the infinity symbol under Angyalistan's bc I felt like it+had to find a way to nod to the concept of horizon/infinity
Next are Mùnegu (Monaco in Eng, Italian, and everyday life French, Monègue in older French, Mónegue in Occitan) and Andorra (Andorre in French):
Mùnegu:
while she indeed depends on France for military defense, she's very much capable and doesn't rely on him for everything! (dammit!) - she's quite rich (altho the fact she doesn't have many citizens must help)
seem to have a relationship with the Holy German Empire, Spain Kingdom and Italian kingdoms but it made my head hurt with how much dates there are) - gained independence from Genoa in 1247, independence from Holy German Empire in 1524 and becomes a protectorate of the Spanish Kingdom until 1641 where Mùnegu becomes a protectorate of the French Kingdom, then becomes a protectorate of the Sardinia Kingdom from 1815 to 1860. In 1918, becomes a sort of protectorate of France anew
During WW2 scared to be invaded by Italians, went to ask (then Vichy) France what to do to which France replied 'just let them'. So Mùnegu was occupied by Italians in 1942 and then by German in 1943. Helped to deport Jews
christian, catholic (freedom of religion for the people, but the State is still catholic)
abortion became legal (2019) but it's still a mess so the women are encouraged to go to France, Italy or another country where it's legal and less of a mess
Speaks Monegascan/Monegasque, French, then Italian (and English for business ofc)
tried to draw her more 'classy' and organized (?) I still haven't understood the purpose of the hairstyle she canonically has
Andorra:
Actually much more closer to Spain (and Portugal), part of the Iberian Peninsula
For an old reason, both French's government representative (nowadays, the President) and the bishop of Urgell in Catalonia in Spain are ruling over Andorra as co-prince (since 1607)
Has been around since at least the X-XI century
got annexed by the French Empire from 1812 to 1814
His territory has remained unchanged since 1278
Speaks Catalan, then Spanish and Portuguese and then French (but less)
He wasn't invited to the Versailles Treaty so he was officially at war with Germany between 1914 and 1958
during both World Wars and their aftermaths was used as a way to cross the French-Spain border by lots of different people for different reasons (deserters, nazis, Jews, Spanish people fleeing Spain...)
Abortions are illegal (so you have to go to France or Spain to have them)
christian catholic
legend says that Charlemagne gave Andorra a charter
(+Andorra is in the middle of nowhere in the Pyrenees)
is to France and Spain what Liechtenstein is to Switzerland - but they care less about him than Switzerland can care about Liechtenstein
Aigues-Mortes:
It's kinda hard to talk about Aigues-Mortes because the micronation was created in 2011 but the city has been around for several centuries
'Aigues-Mortes' literally means 'Dead Waters' (reference to the fact there are several ponds and swamps in Aigues-Mortes and around the city. The bodies of water stay still)
In 1248, Louis IX named the city 'Bona per Forsa' ('Good despite fate'?) after the inhabitants' request but the name Aquae Mortuae, later Aigues-Mortes will stay
After the Revolution in 1789, the city changed its name to 'Port Pellier' but once again, the name didn't stick around
August 1893: 'Italian slaughter.' (7 deaths, 50 injured, not a single culprit will be sentenced). Biggest slaughter of immigrants in French contemporary history
More about the micronation now!: motto can be translated as 'Love thy neighbor and steal/drink their wine!' - says her religion to be 'Catalcoolisme' ('Catalcoholism'; play of word between 'Catholicism' and 'alcoholism' I suppose); worship rosé (type of wine)
Was created when two friends got drunk (drinking rosé, ofc)
Looks up to Monaco; wants to become like Monaco (hence why she tries to dress up with the same type of clothes Monaco dresses with (classy) and why I made her dyed her brown hair in blonde)
has the French south accent!
Corsica:
was ruled by Genoa from 1284 to 1755 (fought for independence from 1729 to 1755). Became a Republic until France annexed Corsica in 1769
several historical ties with (what is nowadays) Italy
Got a bad reputation bc of FNLC (National Liberation Front of Corsica) mostly. From 1974 to 2014, the nationalist group bombed (public buildings, banks..), made several armed robberies, as well as aggravated assaults and murders/assassinations against French symbol and government and advocated for independence + presence of organized crime
renowned for her beauty
bonds with Breizh over France+luxury tourism destroying their lands and their languages dying out
otherwise doesn't have any ill intention toward continental French people (if you're respectful with her, she'll be respectful with you)
is known to have a strong sense of community/family
isn't going to scream at every opportunity she gets that Napoleon (Napoleone Buonaparte) was Corsican but she's never going to forget it+little pride
wants more independence from France but numbers show that Corsican people do not wish for full independence
occupied by Italy and Germany during WW2; first French territory to be freed
mainly catholic
Frioul:
Already talked about him!
he's the one where you have to have a permit to wear flip-flop lol
Drink respect women juice everyday
insolent but never insulting
doesn't like the heat (he is a bit tan because he is in the south of France but tries his best to stay in places where there's no sun) (most than likely carries a mini-ventilator around and stays indoors+carries a sunshade/parasol outside)
Prankster with calm energy
hates unnecessary commotion/noise (also hates the necessary one but understand it)
has the French south accent!
Was Naple's at first (until the XIVth century where he went from Frenchman's control to Frenchman's control; until he eventually became part of France)
Micronation since 2011
Saugeais:
Created in 1947 as a joke by a prefect and a hotelier (in a abbey?)
at the border with Switzerland
anthem is written in old patois/dialect which France can barely understand
it seems like the dialect has been dying since the last century so I don't know if he can still speak it? Probably has an accent
organizes a sport competition every year (mountain biking, kayaking, running..)
Dracystan and Anthophilia are next! They were both created in 2020 so I made them quite young+They were the only newly micronation that had enough personality for me to work with them - which means France has about 20+ children (but they're 1 or 2 dimensional? kinda ghosts? how would they (not having a defined identity) be portrayed in hetalia/how can they be personified)
Dracystan:
does a lot of clean-ups and gardening; carries gardening and clean-up tools around
any person loitering will be sanctioned/sentenced to remove stinging nettles with their bare hands. it's the law
loves fairy tails! It is said that Once upon a time, the king of Dracystan turned into a frog
gave him frog pins (+ didn't draw it here but he has a frog hat, you know the ones!)
being honest, i thought about The Little Prince while drawing him so that's why he got a scarf and a fox on his overall-
Anthophilia:
SYMMETRY. insects love symmetry, Anthophilia loves insects, so she wears symmetrical clothes and keeps her hair symmetrical too + you can't see it since I didn't color but she's wearing nails polish (orange-red-black-red-orange on each hand))
particularity cares about bees, but also butterflies, bumblebees, birds, nectarivore mammals...
#anthophilia dracystan and frioul are france's children#we can count Saugeais as one too#not sure what Aigues-Mortes may be. a sister perhaps?#Andorra is part of spain and portugal history mostly but france does take care of him a bit (even tho he forgets about him often and doesnt#care much - but its the same for Spain or so i heard)#no change for Monaco/Mùnegu - history with france seems relatively stable#Corsica.. I.. corsica and france sure have a difficult relationship (france's fault) - she's not his sister and definitively not his#daughter but they do share history and from what i found Corsicans are neutral about french people (like 'yeah they exist') (extremist ppl#aside)#even if Corsica might or might be not considered France family (because i dont know any corsican person to get an irl opinion) i hope i mad#a design for her that would be accepted by corsican ppl should they ever see it#corsica+breizh+some/several islands should go into 'officially france family despite if they want or not' or 'forcefully adopted against#their will' (most (not all tho. surprisingly.) of the annexation/colonization were violent. unsurprisingly.)#I will give you the flag of some of them ^ in another post tomorrow#or something
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02/21/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Rhys Darby; Samba BTS; Vico Ortiz; Ruibo Qian; HowToHelp; Petition Embed; Queerties Last Day; IRL Outreach Assets; New Watch Parties; Visual Rep of SaveOFMD Effort; Fan Spotlight; Collages; OurFlagMeansBooze; Articles; Morale; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;
Wow everyone, crazy day again. Day 2 of BTS Darbygeddon. I'm actually going to set a google calendar reminder for tomorrow between 1-2 in case Samba decides to drop another doozy on us. Hope you all had a good day. Here's the highlights-- there's more I would have liked to add but I need to get permission first, so I'll hopefully have them up tomorrow. As always, please let me know if I missed anything <3
== Cast & Crew Sightings ==
= Rhys Darby =
Back again with another Cameo is Rhys for our lovely crewmate @Kellykat53 over on twitter! Thank you so much for sharing this with us Kelly, it's a lovely little inspirational video, definitely gives us plenty of Vitamin RD (as @scorpiostarseed would say).
Check out the Cameo
= Saint Samba Schutte =
I've seen several people mention that Samba is a Saint (sorry not sure who started it to attribute it) so going forward, that will be his name. SO MANY BTS pictures and videos. My goodness. Has it even been a day since the last Merstede dump? It has, but damn, here we are with the BOYFRIEND video, and the nipple scratching, and oh look it's Buttons from the Cryptid Factor!
As always, if you have access to instagram, please check out these posts on Samba and Rhys' posts/stories.
Videos on Tumblr:
Boyfriends - ty @blakbonnet!
Merstede - ty @kiwistede!
English Jacket - ty @kiwistede!
Cursed Jacket - ty @kiwistede!
Steard Nips - ty @kiwistede!
Rhysently Granted Reunion - ty @kiwistede!
= Vico Ortiz =
Vico voiced the new novel "The Diablo's Curse "by New York Times Best Seller Gabe Cole Novoa!
I know some of you are huge Vico fans so wanted to mention it, you can purchase the audio book here.
Src: Vico's IG
= Ruibo Qian =
Are you in New York? Our Pirate Queen will be at the #TonyKiserTheater NEXT MONDAY, FEBRUARY 26 at 6:30PM for a one night only reading of On The Evolutionary Function of Shame, by D.A. Mindell - For more details visit here.
== How to Help ==
Hey all! We're adding some things to the daily task lists (and taking some off). Here they are!
= Petition Embed Code =
Looking to easily embed the petition link in your AO3 fic, or maybe your email? @sonnetforbonnet was kind enough to provide us with some embeds you can use! Please visit the repo for the codes!
= Last day for Queerties! =
Please remember to vote! Today's the last day!
Best TV Comedy
Best TV Performance
= IRL Outreach Assets =
== New Watch Parties Coming Up! ==
The Pirates! Watch Party! This is a family friendly movie so bring the kids! Or the adults-- or anyone you know, really, as long as it's not against their will!
Sunday March 3rd, 3 PM EST, 12 PM PST, 8 PM GMT!
Watch Party Hashtags:
#OurPirateCaptain
#SaveOFMD
#AdoptOurCrew
== Visual Representation of Fandom Efforts to SOFMD ==
Remember our friends that had the in person Matelotage Processional? Well they're back with a funny video illustrating the fandom efforts of Save OFMD!
Fangirlfoto's Instagram
Don't have instagram? See the video on the repo here.
＝＝ Fan Spotlight ＝＝
Thank you once again to @wndrngnomad on twitter for all their awesome collages dedicated to the Cast and Crew!
Day 21: Calypso's Birthday! Perfectly timed considering the lovely Boyfriend themed BTS we got today!
Catch-Up: Day 2: Madeleine Sami!
= Our Flag Means Booze! =
Our absolutely brilliant crew-mate @quiet-compassion over on tumblr has been designing OFMD Themed Drinks since the show was dropped by Max! These not only have super fun and creative names you'll all recognise, but an amazing array of flavours too! If you're 21+ (in the US) or the appropriate age for drinking in your country, feel free to try them out! As always, please drink responsibly!
Are you celebrating with Moonglow Manifesting? Why not try the "Moon Glow" cocktail for the end of the event!
Want to see ALL their concoctions? Head on over to the repo, they're all there!
== Articles ==
17 Facts and Easter Eggs about OurFlagMeansDeath That will Get you On Board - 17 Fakten und Easter Eggs zu „Our Flag Means Death“, die dich ins Boot holen - ty @AddieH on twitter
Max: The 34 Absolute Best TV Shows to Watch
==Morale ==
Hey crew. I've been hearing some scuttlebutt around the deck that people are starting to worry again about whether or not s3 is going to happen.
The love notes section is already pretty long so I'm not gonna go too crazy up here too -- instead I'm going to just point out that David Jenkins, while not active and posting things for us right now, is sneakily poking around in Samba and Rhys' BTS comments. He's still there, he's still watching, and I think he can tell we're all feeling the high from Samba's releases.
Don't give up hope, these things take time. They're gonna get there.
I'm gonna add the trends to this section today because I think it's important to see what we did today:
== Love Notes ==
Hey Lovelies. I know I've said it before, but it bares repeating since I know a lot of you are struggling right now.
Just a gentle reminder that if your brain is telling you that there's something wrong with you, or that you've done something wrong or embarrassing -- it's lying to you.
There's been so much dopamine from all the excitement lately with the BTS, that it has to come down at some point, and when it does, your brain will sometimes over-compensate and you start feeling maybe worse than you did before.
This is totally normal, it really is. Our brains are glorious complex pathways of unmeasurable brilliance, and yet a simple hormone change can make that same brain tell us that we're not enough, or we're not worthy.
I am here to remind you, you are so very much enough.
No matter what is happening in your life-- in your job, in your personal relationships, in your family, in your school, anywhere--
YOU ARE ENOUGH, EXACTLY HOW YOU ARE.
If you feel like you've failed, or you've let someone down, just know you are STILL enough. We all fail, it's how we learn.
We pick ourselves back up and we try again, and if we fail again--
We're STILL enough, and we are still worthy of love and comfort.
Eventually you will succeed. You will get there, and all the while while you work on it, YOU. ARE. ENOUGH.
I know it's so hard to see when you're feeling small, but I see you all every day, and I am awe-struck at your constant ability to band together and not only find love and support, but give it so freely and lovingly.
A simple @ to someone, alerting them to something they'd like
A love note in dms or on a tumblr post
A gif or picture or video brought to tumblr from some other platform so others can see them.
Writing a fic or drawing a picture.
A reblog with tags, goofy or not
Anon Asks showing people you support how they feel about a given topic
Liking a post.
These are all love notes. No matter how public or private, they're all there and they all add up eventually to form this wonderful community and you've been kicking ass at love.
I know we all look like we're having a good time, but a lot of us are struggling silently, and yet we're finding ways to reach out to one another and spread love to help us all get through. Love isn't always positivity, it can be commiseration, or frustration on behalf of someone. You all are finding the best ways to help your crew, and I'm so very proud of you.
You all are capable, creative, gifted, beautious piles of stardust smooshed together into one wonderfully unique package, and you are so very loved.
You are enough,
You are loved,
and THINGS WILL GET BETTER Lovelies.
Get some rest <3 You got this.
= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =
What can I say, I literally can't not include this Rhys gif today. It's physically impossible, please forgive me. Good fucking lord, I'm going to Costa Rica now. Also, sorry I tried to get a matching Taika gif, but I have run out of brain cells. Hopefully this one will suffice.
Rhys - Courtesy of @bizarrelittlemew
Taika - Courtesy of @studiomoon
#ofmd daily recap#ofmd daily recaps#daily ofmd recap#daily ofmd recaps#taika waititi#rhys darby#ofmd#our flag means death#vico ortiz#ruibo qian#save ofmd#saveofmd#save our flag means death#ofmd bts#samba schutte#saint samba schutte
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EDITTT:
Results are in and will be posted tomorrow morning starting at 8am…ps…I loved them allll!
edit edit!
Thank you all for participating both in voting and editing. I really enjoyed it. I’ll be doing another soon as I had some late entries so I’ll keep everyone posted. The judges are still working on their part and I’ll announce winners as soon as I know. I’ll be giving away four different subscriptions to my premium OnlyFans. If the winners can’t use the subscription we’ll pass it down to the next place so stay tuned! Love you all! 💜
EDIT: NEW PLAN!
Sometimess-Maybee’s Magical Edit Contest
Since my Tumblrs Choice post keeps getting flagged here is how I’m doing it: I’ll post each entry individually and the one with the most likes or comments accumulated before Sunday, May 5th at 11 pm mountain time wins. Reblogs won’t count so feel free to reblog your edit as much as you like. I’m not keeping it anonymous this time. Also to make it a fair playing field I’m labeling them all as sexual content.
Ok so I’m trying to do a Tumblrs Choice part of my edit contest but the post with the choices keeps getting flagged. So it might not work out. Suggestions welcome. It’s in appeal again right now. We’ll see - I’ll have to figure it out in the morning…
Anyway good night🩶
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in lieu of a long weekend
10pm, sunday, oct 8, 2023
it's canadian turkey-day tomorrow ~ it's windy and grey outside ~ there is pumpkin pie in the fridge and i'm wearing an extremely pleasing wooly sweater my housemate was going to give away. we've turned the heat on for the first time this season. the cozy season of the year has arrived.
reading
finished victoria goddard's whiskeyjack, book 3 in the greenwing & dart series! reading this series for me is an exercise in noticing the easter eggs that tell me it was written by a medievalist, and an academic, and a medievalist academic with a degree from the program i'm currently in. there's so much in this particular volume about poetry analysis. she came so close to using the word 'semiotic' and actually did use the phrase 'exoteric.' while i might have quibbled about things like pacing and plot and how i still don't always think first-person is a good fit in the hands of most authors, these books are like tailor-made for me. i can't not enjoy them.
and then on the other hand, i spent some extremely happy hours this past week with patrick o'brian's post captain. when i first read the aubrey books, i was probably in high school, fresh out of racing through the hornblower series. because the aubreyad is-- i'll be honest-- better writing, but also demands more of you as a reader, i fully didn't appreciate like 80% of this book. i knew the series, as much by osmosis as by actual time spent reading, and reading it now? felt like coming home. especially since i now have the attention, and the ability, to read between the lines. to pick up on the irony, the allusions, the humor, the misdirection! the women oh my god how did i not appreciate sophie, diana, or mrs. williams before now. i didn't mind before how little of the larger world and society made it into the movie, but i actually understand the griping now. but even more than that, i found the ship action and actual, like, battle extremely tense and interesting this time; i was up well into the night at one point just to see what would happen next, because i was nervous for my dear boys.
watching
friday night double-feature with @hematiterings where we enjoyed the first three new episodes of Our Flag Means Death and finished with another two of netflix's Arcane: League of Legends, which we're probably going to finish fairly soon so i'll focus on that one. just quickly though, had a great time with the first new ofmd episode, just extremely good work from all involved, and then was weirdly not as into the second two-- though the end of ep 3 was back to grand. i think in general i like where the season is going, and i'm going to withhold further comment until we've seen some more.
i was not expecting to like arcane as much as i have been. didn't have a clue what it was when we started, but the art style has absolutely blown me away. here's a quick run-down of the animation, which is a mix of hand-painted digital, 2D, and absolutely gorgeous. it looks like a video game and a painting at the same time-- not in the same way spiderverse combines animation and illustration, but with some familiar elements. people's eyes have this amazing jewel-like depth and clarity? scenery that made us go 'oh, paris looks so nice!' and 'man i love cyberpunk' and other such witticisms. but seriously, if you like good animation and also art nouveau-inspired steam-punk aesthetics, there's a lot here. plus a good (dare I? could league of legends be good, actually?) tragic story-line, and enough twists that i haven't seen coming, to really get me curious about what comes next.
listening
a long time ago, probably back in 2021 around the time of the most recent album, i think @mankillercalledbunny was sharing playlists or links that featured The Amazing Devil, and at roughly the same time i had a spotify playlist include a track or two for me, and now here we are. had their two albums "ruin" and "the horror and the wild" on all week, which made it a bit hard to read at times because i would get caught in the lyrics. this is exactly the kind of music two people who met at the RSC would make, it is dramatic, sort of gothic, sort of folky, sort of theater. the contrary motion, the interweaving voices, esp. in the chorus of "marbles", is where i've been living recently. i like knowing this about joey batey, i like that he has this extra dimension now when i see him as jaskier! i hope he can find a way to come back to it again, whenever.
youtube
playing
i finally (after how long!) got the wizard's ink well - witch's pendant - goblins (??) quest in stardew! not a hard one at all, but so satisfying to be able to use that hint that had been hovering there in the library for the past, oh, real-world year or so. i'm like 50 pieces of hardwood away from getting the ferry up and running too, and i'm excited to move off of the plateau i've been on and open up the next level of the world.
making
i mentioned the pumpkin pie up top, and it did turn out well this year despite a distracted me happening to leave out the butter when mixing the filling-- i noticed before it got into the oven, luckily, and was able to add it in! but...while it was in the pie crust, which was kind of sloppy. no nicely pinched or braided crust for me this year. and then, since the size of can of pumpkin you buy here is always a little too big for the recipe, i tried out the smitten kitchen pumpkin bread that many friends have recommended before, and that has been a delight. moist without being dense or heavy, but still very substantial? a little bit less sugar than the recipe called for, and no freshly ground nutmeg, but we did have fresh ginger and overall it is very nice. it also rose architecturally, which was maybe a function of it being on a higher rack? or of me miss-counting scoops of baking soda? anyway, hilarious.
working on
working on consistency. working on momentum. working on not getting in my own way. draft of this conference paper due 10/26, slides and notes for this guest lecture due 10/25, and the chapter abides. the conference paper serves it directly, however, which i feel good about. i keep finding new things to read about, and keep being glad i've continued researching, since i'm coming up with excellent (it feels) material to work with, but i can't let that get in the way of actually. writing.
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matildamas day 9: "date" night
hello everyone!! sorry about another late upload today i had a crazy day of work lol. but everything is done so from tomorrow on all my posts in theory will actually be a bit earlier!! hope that kinda makes up for it :))
couple of quick tws for safety for this one:
single use of a swear word
discussion of past abuse/neglect
otherwise please enjoy!!
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“Are you excited, darling?” Jenny asks as Matilda looks out the train window on their way to the city. Matilda smiles before she even turns to see her, but she looks her way with an eager nod. Jenny smiles back. “What are you wanting to do most?”
“Bookstore,” Matilda answers before Jenny even finishes her sentence. Jenny chuckles.
“I am too.”
They continue chatting about what they’re most looking forward to during their weekend in the big city before they return home. Neither of them have any desire to live any closer to the metropolitan area, but an occasional visit is fun.
Eventually, the polite but hard to understand voice announces their stop and they hop off the train with their bags. Jenny flags down a cab to take them to their hotel to drop their things off before they go exploring.
She didn’t splurge that much.
Or so she tells herself when she sees the massive building the cab pulls out in front of, with a green awning overhanging the entrance which is literally made of gold. Matilda looks around like she’s just walked into another universe, and Jenny can’t quite contain a similar reaction. Neither of them ever quite anticipated setting foot in a place like this.
A bell boy comes rushing up when called by the doorman to take their bags to their room. He loads them onto a cart and goes strutting off ahead of them while Jenny and Matilda step into the lobby in awe.
“Holy shit,” Matilda whispers to herself. Jenny gives her a gentle whack on the back of the head, but truth be told, she had the same words running through her head. “We’re staying here?”
“Two nights,” Jenny confirms. Matilda looks around. Red ribbons hang above the elevators, a large garland dangles from the huge, marble front desk. Fancy looking people in fancy looking coats mill about, chatting amongst themselves or sitting on the plush green sofas with magazines or newspapers. Wreaths hang from every support post, and an absolutely massive Christmas tree nearly touching the ceiling towers over all in the center of the room.
“Whoa.”
“Whoa indeed,” Jenny chuckles. Matilda frowns suddenly. “What’s the matter?”
“How much did this trip cost?” Matilda asks softly, looking up at her with worried eyes.
“No amount you need to concern yourself with. It took some careful budgeting, but this is something we can afford occasionally. Very occasionally.”
Matilda still looks worried, but she trusts Jenny. Eventually her little brow unfurrows and some of the tension leaves her shoulders. She squeezes Jenny’s hand gently, and Jenny squeezes back.
“Let’s hurry or we’ll miss our show!” Jenny reminds her. Matilda brightens, any hint of worry totally gone. She rushes back towards the door, lugging Jenny behind her.
Another cab takes them to the theatre, and they have a similar reaction to the lobby there. They get their programs and go find their seats. Matilda reads through each of the actors’ and crews’ biographies carefully as she waits for the show to begin, munching casually on her sweets Jenny bought at concessions. Jenny smiles as she sees her legs kicking just a little, her little button-up boots not even brushing the floor.
Eventually the curtain opens and the overture begins, so Matilda puts down her playbill and focuses in on the actors on stage. Jenny was a little worried, given their history, about how Matilda would react to Annie. But she still remembers the day as a little girl her father took her to see the same show and how much she adored it. Of course, that was before anything. But Matilda smiles at the orphans interacting and looks perfectly pensive during Maybe.
Jenny finds herself watching her daughter more than the children on stage. If you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it a thousand times, she tells herself. She gets the important bits. Matilda giggling at Annie stealing away in the laundry, her scowl at Miss Hannigan trying to lie her way out of yet another potential scandal, Matilda’s wide eyes as the young actress practically belts the roof off the theatre during Tomorrow.
“Is it over?” Matilda asks sadly when the lights come back on and the curtains draw shut again.
“No, darling, it’s just intermission,” Jenny chuckles reassuringly. “It gives the cast and crew time for any bigger set and costume changes, and to take a little break before they keep going.”
“Oh,” Matilda replies. “I was going to say, that would’ve made a very unsatisfying ending.”
“Indeed it would’ve,” Jenny chortles.
As it turns out, she had no reason to be worried. Matilda watches with a near-concerningly vengeful smile, on the edge of her seat, as the villains get their comeuppance and Annie gets to live happily ever after with Grace and Mr. Warbucks. She holds her playbill tightly to her chest and follows Jenny sadly out of the theatre when the curtain call ends and the lights come up for the last time.
“Did you enjoy it?” Jenny asks, bracing a bit against the cool winter air blustering against them as they set back off down the sidewalk. Matilda nods pensively. “You’re awfully quiet.”
Matilda looks up at her briefly, and then back ahead of herself. “I don’t understand it.”
“Understand what?” Jenny replies.
“Why she didn’t run away earlier,” Matilda says quietly.
“Well, she had all the other orphans to take care of. If she was gone, who would’ve taken care of Molly?”
“But she is gone by the end. She got placed with Mr. Warbucks. She had to leave the other orphans all by themselves before the president saved them.”
“That’s… true,” Jenny replies. “Well, you saw what happened when she tried to live on the street. It was a very difficult era in history for a lot of people, and she lived in a very dangerous area.”
“…Is it terrible I wish I had been an orphan sometimes?” Matilda asks softly.
Jenny is quiet for a moment, listening to their boots clacking along the pavement together, one set quieter and more rapid. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Really?” Matilda asks. She frowns. “But you are an orphan.”
“I am,” Jenny agrees. “I think everyone in an… unfortunate situation, wishes things were different for themselves and their loved ones, even if to other people it might seem grim or like it would be worse.”
“Did you ever try to run away like Annie?”
“Heavens, no, I wasn’t brave enough for that,” Jenny replies immediately with an almost-shocked laugh.
“But maybe you would’ve found your Mr. Warbucks,” Matilda says sadly.
“I did,” Jenny replies. “It just took a while.”
“You did? Is that how we can afford the hotel?”
“No, Matilda, I’m talking about you,” Jenny laughs.
“Me?”
“Do you remember what I told you on your birthday?” Jenny asks. Matilda nods. Jenny should’ve known. She’s starting to think Matilda has a photographic memory.
“You’re rich because of me, even if it isn’t with money,” she responds. “Even though we do have money, too.”
Jenny laughs again. “Exactly. Being a millionaire might be nice, especially back then, but I have my own someone who turns my skies to blue, and has me wrapped around her little finger.”
Matilda smiles up at her and sings a little bit of the chorus to I Don’t Need Anything But You. Jenny smiles.
“You have a beautiful voice. You’d play a good Annie,” she says.
“You’d be a good Grace,” Matilda replies.
“Really?” Jenny asks in shock. Matilda nods confidently.
They continue walking in silence for a while. Eventually Matilda quietly pipes up, “I’m glad you’re not a millionaire.”
“Really?” Jenny asks. “Why?”
“I don’t think you’d be as nice if you were bald.”
Jenny laughs so hard they nearly have to stop walking so she can catch her breath. Matilda looks confused, but she doesn’t say anything else. Eventually, they come to their destination. Jenny wouldn’t admit it, but it might have been the sole reason they chose to come to the city instead of taking their mummy-daughter weekend somewhere else.
“Oh my goodness,” Matilda whispers as they step into the huge bookstore.
“Oh my goodness,” Jenny echoes. The worn wood shelves seem to stretch for miles, nearly floor to ceiling, winding like a most fantastical maze throughout the large building. A huge Christmas tree made of books sits in the middle, rings and rings of volumes winding around themselves up and up and up with a staircase spiraling around the outside so people can climb up and peruse. There’s even little benches scattered nearby on the ground for folks to just sit and read.
Matilda takes off ever so carefully towards it, rushing up the stairs to the tippy top of the tree as fast as she can. Jenny follows her, much slower, and with many more pauses for breath. Matilda stands on her tiptoes to see which book gets the honor of being on the highest point. “A Christmas Carol,” Matilda says with a giggle.
“Fitting.”
“It is a very good book,” Matilda says.
“It is. One of my favorites,” Jenny agrees.
“Mine too,” Matilda says with a smile. She gently brushes her fingertips over the cover before she shrugs and starts rushing back down the spiral staircase. Jenny sighs and lingers for a moment to rest her head in her arms on the railing in exasperation before she follows her, huffing and puffing all the way once again.
She’s pleasantly surprised to find Matilda waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs instead of having rushed off to peruse the aisles upon aisles upon aisles of wonderful tomes they’re surrounded by. Jenny wouldn’t have blamed her, but it is nice not having to chase her sprightly six-year-old through a maze of bookshelves.
Matilda actually takes her time with this bit. She takes Jenny’s hand and leads her to the aisles that catch her eye, slowly meandering up and down, eyes scanning the titles and the covers. Occasionally she pauses when she sees one she recognizes or she’s read before, and runs her finger over the spines.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to read this for ages,” she says eventually when they get to the Dickens section. They both have a particular weakness for a good Dickens novel. She looks up at Jenny. “Can I get it? Please?”
“Of course, love. Get whatever you want,” Jenny says with a smile.
Matilda’s eyes brighten and she suddenly starts rushing about like a woman possessed, grabbing book upon book until Jenny can barely see her beneath the tower of novels in her arms. How does she have the strength for that?
“Just remember we have to be able to get them all back to the hotel,” Jenny reminds her. “And back home on the train.”
“We could send some home in the post?” a little voice suggests about three-fourths of the way up the walking stack of books. Jenny grabs the top few until Matilda can see and gives her a warning look. “Fiiiiine.”
With Jenny’s help she manages to pare the books back until she only has about ten. Some stay, some get replaced with others, but the first one, The Signal-Man, is the one definite keep the entire time.
Matilda proudly carries her stack of thick, heavy books up to the check-out counter and deposits them on the desk with a heavy thud. The cashier slides the stack to the side and almost jumps in surprise when she sees Matilda there. They glance between the small child and the large books a few times before they start scanning the barcode on the back.
“How old are you?” they ask Matilda curiously.
“Six,” Matilda replies, lisping a little bit around her missing front teeth. She scowls. She believes Jenny when she says she’s adorable with or without teeth, but she misses being able to properly speak.
The cashier’s eyes widen and they look to Jenny, who simply shrugs, but smiles proudly too. “Her brain’s about twenty years ahead of the rest of her. She’s read more than me.”
“Right on,” the cashier says. “What’s your favorite?”
“Oh, Dostoyevsky is fascinating,” Matilda says immediately. “But learning the Russian was tricky. Dickens is a classic, and lately I’ve been quite into Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Oh, and everyone loves Agatha Christie.”
The cashier simply blinks at her. Matilda smiles and rests her chin on her folded hands on the counter.
“I like Shakespeare, myself. My roommate put me onto Hamlet last week, I’ve scarcely been able to put it down.”
“Oh, Hamlet is wonderful,” Matilda agrees as she watches her books get carefully put into a paper bag. “I read Romeo and Juliet a few years ago and it was fascinating, but it seems such a cliche now. And Mummy won’t let me read any more until I’m older.”
“…You’re six, you said?”
“Mmhmm,” Matilda hums with a nod. “Well, nearly six and a half.”
The cashier nods with raised eyebrows. “Right. Well, here’s your books. Hope you enjoy them.”
“I will,” Matilda promises in complete sincerity.
“You’ll have to come back and tell me what you think of them sometime, eh?”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll be back,” Jenny says, the first she’s spoken in a while, as she had been watching their entire interaction with an amused smile.
“You’re welcome any time. You lot have a Happy Christmas,” the cashier says.
“You too,” Jenny replies.
“Thank you!” Matilda echoes as she takes the heavy bag off the counter and starts waddling out of the store.
Jenny follows and hears the cashier mutter, “Six. Blimey.” under their breath. She smiles proudly and follows her daughter back out into the cold December evening.
Another cab takes them back to the hotel, and they get to see their room for the first time. Their bags await them at the foot of their beds, and Matilda gives each a thorough round of jumps to test that they’re up to snuff.
“Alright, little monkey, that’s enough,” Jenny says after about the twentieth bounce. She’s starting to get dizzy watching her go up and down and up and down and- “Before you fall off and bump your head. Come get ready for your bath.”
“Okay,” Matilda says, jumping down and heading over to her. Jenny tenderly undoes the red ribbon tying part of her hair back and slips it out, folding it neatly and leaving it on the dresser for another day. Matilda roots through her suitcase for her hairbrush, and Jenny carefully detangles her hair before sending her off to wash up. She unpacks in the meantime, putting toiletries on the dresser and their clothes in the drawers.
Matilda comes back in a thick, plush robe that drags on the ground. Jenny laughs when she sees just how much of the fabric hits the floor. “There’d better be another robe in there, missy.”
“There is. Do we really have to go back home?” Matilda asks, flopping onto her bed and only tipping her head up to look at Jenny.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Jenny chuckles as she prepares herself to go get cleaned up herself. “But I’m sure we’ll be back sometime soon.”
“Lavender would love it here,” Matilda says.
“I’m sure she would,” Jenny says. Part of her is already internally screaming at the mere idea of trying to wrangle the hyper girl in a nice hotel like this, especially since Lavender has a remarkable ability to enact the same tendencies in Matilda. Regardless, Matilda is right, and they are best friends. It’s only natural for children to act like children. “Maybe we’ll show her someday.”
Matilda smiles and flops back onto the cushy bed. Jenny goes and showers, and returns to a child already dried off and in her pajamas, her wet hair brushed out and waiting to be styled. Jenny does her own and braids Matilda’s down her back.
“I’m hungry,” Matilda says softly as she ties the elastic band onto the end of the braid.
“I am too,” Jenny hums pensively. The last real meal they had was tea on the train, and neither of them have eaten anything at all since the sweets at the theater. “Shall we see about room service?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where you call down an order to the kitchens and they make food and bring it to your room for you. Serve you in your room,” Jenny says.
“We can have dinner in our pajamas?” Matilda asks eagerly. They usually eat dinner before showering at home, so they still have their clothes from the day on. Jenny chuckles at her eagerness to do something so mundane.
“We sure can. What would you like?” she says, grabbing a menu off the nightstand and handing it to her.
Matilda decides on some macaroni and cheese off the kids menu, and Jenny thinks a salmon filet with some vegetables sounds divine in that moment. She uses the phone on the other nightstand to call it down, and Matilda waits at the door with all the eagerness of a child waiting for Santa.
The person who delivers it jumps a bit when a small child yanks the door open practically before he can knock. Matilda takes the food with a, “Thank you!” and closes it behind her as she rushes towards the bed Jenny is sitting on.
They both smile at their plates as they see the divine looking food. Matilda happily tucks in, and offers Jenny a bite of her mac and cheese. Jenny does the same with her fish, and they have a peacefully quiet meal.
After that is bedtime. Jenny is worried Matilda is so wound up by the events of today that she may never sleep again.
“Why don’t you pick one of your new books and come read it to me, hm?” she asks as a beginning strategy. Matilda roots through the bag and returns with, shockingly, not the Dickens novel she’d been so desperate for.
“I want to wait until I get home,” she explains.
“Ah,” Jenny says with a nod. Matilda settles on her bed next to Jenny’s and opens the book. Jenny gets under the covers in her bed and takes a deep breath as she rests her head on the pillows. She listens to Matilda’s elegantly lilting, yet still adorably childish voice as she reads aloud to her.
But something still feels wrong. Matilda pauses partway through the second chapter and sheepishly asks, “Mum, can I sleep in your bed?”
“I was just about to ask the same thing,” Jenny says, popping one eye back open with a smile. She carefully scoots over and pats the empty space on the bed next to her. Matilda beams and leaps across, tucking herself in next to her and opening the book back up.
She continues to read until her eyes get too heavy to keep open. She carefully marks their place and leaves the book on the nightstand. Jenny turns off the lights while Matilda adjusts herself to be lying comfortably.
“Goodnight. I love you,” Jenny whispers, gently kissing Matilda’s forehead.
“Goodnight,” Matilda echoes. “And I love you every day. Not just tomorrow.”
“Every day,” Jenny replies with a smile. Matilda tucks into her chest and they both drift off to sleep with a smile on their face.
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thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed!
#matilda#matilda roald dahl#matilda 1996#matilda the musical#matilda 2022#matildamas#matildamas day 9
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My Secret Trans Room
One of the cool things about the layout of my house is that I have a walk in closet that is extremely out of the way and pretty much safe from any guest ever going in it, and so when I say I am a closeted trans woman I mean I’m literally hiding in a closet.
It started as just a corner in this closet where I put my fem clothes and my wig, but then I started jokingly referring to it as my “girl cave” (euphemism not intended) or my “trans room”, and slowly I started wanting to make it a safe space where I can be in girl mode and feel comfortable and girly.
Back when I was trying out the name Alice, I got this cute wall decal and then never got around to updating it. To be fair I also never got around to bringing some other colors of dry erase marker downstairs, so I never got around to updating my whiteboard to be prettier.
Fun fact about that whiteboard sticker is that I had a roll of that from a project years ago and then when I started my current job, I temporarily had to work out of this closet while I waited for my new laptop to arrive (they gave me one that didn’t work with the dock I have upstairs as a placeholder but I had another dock hooked up in this room for writing that I barely ever ended up using because I never work on my book). So one day while I was working in there I got stuck on a problem and needed to work it out on a whiteboard and so I went and grabbed that roll and stuck this bit on the wall.
You can also see here the corner where I have some D20 stuff that gives up more masc energy. I didn’t want to kick it out of the room because I still like it, but I didn’t want it affecting the vibe of the room so it sits in the corner. You can also see a little bit in this picture and the next one the corner of masc shirts because my other bedroom closet doesn’t have a hanging rod so I needed to hang a few shirts in here. They’re my attempt to phase in more color to make my choice of clothes after coming out seem a little less uncharacteristic to my family.
Next up is the area where I hang my dresses and sweaters. This spot used to just be where I hung my trans flag, but as my wardrobe expanded I needed the space. I’ve also crammed my mirror and lamp in here. The lamp has to be behind the mirror because otherwise I’m in shadow when I look in the mirror. But yeah, it’s really crammed in there.
My purses are also there. I got a couple different styles to try out, also because they’re really just to complete outfits right now since I’m not going anywhere in girl mode yet.
The red and black striped sweater is a really cute cat hoodie that I wish I took a picture with while I was up taking photos. I’m in bed now, but maybe tomorrow or something I’ll put together an outfit to show off some of my cute cat stuff.
Next we have the other side of the room. In terms of decorations, we have LEGO flowers in a knock-off lego vase, Blåhaj with trans cat ears, some trans and lesbian flags, a Korok (Yahaha! You found me!), and Boggy the Froggy. If you look back to the first photo in this post, you can see Peppermint Preston and Big Blåhaj.
Oh yeah, and how can I forget the three little Dvärgtall guys next to the books? (BTW I didn’t remember the name so I googled “ikea decorative men” and it came up).
In the middle is an epic gamer sit/stand desk that I have slowly been turning into a vanity. I just got it ready to actually use, so I haven’t brought my make up in from the bathroom yet. That will go in the bins under the mirror.
Zooming in a little closer, we can see my cute acrylic tape dispenser on the left of the mirror and the unicorn diffuser on the right. I don’t buy into the essential oil pseudoscience stuff but I prefer them over chemically air fresheners and scented candles for making a room smell good. I usually diffuse rose in this room, so it always smells like a mixture of roses and new clothes.
Past the vanity, I have a couple bookshelves. This is mostly LGBT books and a few books that just look a bit girly, plus some very trans-adjacent manga. They’re partially in here to hide them so they don’t out me, but mostly just because they add to the aesthetic.
Below that I have some shoes, but not much because I don’t go outside in girl mode yet. Then I have a hanging shelf thing where I keep most of my bottoms, and next to it all of my tops.
Beyond that is what can only possibly be described as too many wigs. Of the 15 wigs, I would say that 8 are wearable and maybe 4 are something I plan on wearing depending on what style I’m going for in the near future. Some of them are obviously more for goofing around dressing up, but some are just bad wigs. The bottom right one is tangled beyond repair, but I keep it because it was my first wig that I bought the night my egg cracked.
Honorable mention to the “MAKE YOURSELF A PRETTY GIRL” box one of my wigs came in and my Sundry Sidney poster, positioned almost like a call and response.
P.S.
I went to walk back into the room to put my glasses down and the only light was the red charging light on this galaxy moon. Way creepier vibe than usual.
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time 4 yet another wavernot4love gig recap, gloomtown rochester edition (aka my seventh time seeing idkhow, fourth in rochester, & third at the montage music hall, the latter two a feat i cannot say for many bands) (note this was typed primarily at three am last night so once again there is probably incoherent rambling):
- gonna start this off with this clip of sunnyside since 1. i think that is becoming my favorite song off gloom division and 2. the ending gives me a chuckle
- boring live finally came back 2 me after four long years!!!!
- (dallon neurodivergency mention when talking about the themes of gloom division) (crowd erupts in cheers)
- return of the mormon tabernacle choir comparison arrived post- a letter, with dallon saying the next song (what love) wasn't something they tell you about in church, in typical cheeky fashion
- somewhat related, bro was wearing a gold sparkly grandma cardigan and randomly ripped it off and threw it CLEAN through the doorway of the like, green room at montage mid- what love. speaking of he said people at the vip earlier apparently planned his outfit
- dallon straight up grabbed a kid by the hand mid song and yanked them out of the crowd & onstage so they could do a lil jig together? good for them!!!
- going to leave the dallon quote "this isn't a frat house!" here w/o context
- someone handed him a giant american flag with a picture of him printed on it. god bless america
- ALL OF THE BRACELETS/KEYCHAINS WENT? after the show maybe 40 of us camped outside in case dallon came out and at one point someone who had reached out about them came over & so did a BUNCH of other folks who realized there were, in fact, bracelets. my cousin referred to it as the "meet & greet" since there were barricades set up along the sidewalk which gave me a bit of a laugh. guess i'm making more for buffalo yippee!!!! possibly may make stickers too later if i have time. i'll probably post em, but otherwise look for the person w curly hair & a baggy black thought reform hoodie w bracelets on a carabiner!
- so while we were waiting my cousin and i were sat RIGHT next to the main entrance of montage, right? basically the start of a sort of line of people sat down going down the sidewalk.
anyways, at one point only maybe 45 minutes after the show, out of said main entrance strolls dallon. collective whiplash moment as bro took one look, stopped dead in his tracks, we all collectively looked at each other like
and dallon (who i think was truly surprised so many of us were out waiting in the cold) goes, lightheartedly but genuinely, "what are you guys doing all out here? it's freezing outside!"
and then proceeds to kinda frolick around for a couple minutes laughing w people or whatever. we didn't really approach him since i think he was a bit overwhelmed but it was still just a funny moment and we'll see what happens in buffalo! maybe less people will hang after so it'll be less intimidating for him.
- i do feel the need to mention i heard this one kid we were talking to bring up video games to him & dallon said he's not a huge video games person he just plays the last of us & spiderman really which is funny to me but fitting
- i did bring my point & shoot so once i edit those maybe i'll post some!
anyways, stoked on tomorrow's show yay!!!
#idkhow#gloomtown tour#dallon weekes#i dont know how but they found me#oh i am so excited for the idkhow biennual tour de upstate ny to continue 2morrow#i went from last weekend thinking “how am i going to adjust to idkhow tour THIS soon after 2ourdust?”#and not knowing any of gloomtown yet really besides a couple singles somewhat#to memorizing that entire record nearly and entirely living back in idkhow world#i knew this would happen like i've said before i am just impulsive and need to do it at the last minute RIGHT before a show#also i must say the only uhhh Thing about idkhow shows is i am convinced idkhowies do not know how to move during a show#only show i go to where everyone straight up just kinda stands there bobbing their heads#i saw a /hj post on reddit a while back about this where people brought up the idea of moshing to spkothdvl#and while that was being a bit facetious of course#people did bring up the point that uhh... some more jumping & such would be nice#buffalo i believe in you let's bring some energy to this thing#but regardless gr8 show it is always a good time at the idkhow show#first time i saw idkhow was in fact in rochester in 2018#dallon & i sure did yodel directly at each other for the entirety of that bit of visitation#hence why the entirety of that bit is fully cemented into my memory#wavernot4love gets 2 the gig#idkhowposting
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LONG POST
I just saw another post that reminded me of my short but hellish time working at a local family restaurant.
I filled out an application and handed it over in person and the owner called me the next day to start working that night. (🚩#1- no background check, no real interview, just asked if I was over 18, what my availability was and if I'd ever worked in a restaurant before and maybe for my ID, I'm not even sure if he asked for that) Whatever. I was desperate for a job and came in. I was upfront that this was my first job, I had no work experience, especially no restaurant experience but I was ready to try my best and was eager to learn. The owner also informed me to not come through the main restaurant doors where customers come through, to go through the back entrance. (This is relevant later)
I get all of 2 minutes of training (this is not really a red flag, more of a pink one) and set to work. The boss writes down on a pad of paper what time I came in and later writes down what time I left, the other employees do the same thing (🚩) No real/accurate clocking in exists, nor does any actual schedule exist, just the owner verbally saying to come in tomorrow or the next day or whenever at whatever time, but only one shift is notified at a time. (🚩) No one speaks to me, which I originally contributed to them being busy, until I noticed how dead the restaurant was. The only time anyone DOES speak to me, it is to condescendingly tell me how I'm fucking up and usually to yell at me. This not only includes the owner yelling at me, but his nephew who also works there as well as one of the waitresses, both of whom are supposed to be on my same employee level/aka not management. (🚩)
On the first day of work, I explain to the owner that I was looking around to find where dishes go because I have a bad memory due to brain damage and I WILL be able to eventually memorize where everything is supposed to go, it just might take me longer than the average person. He jokes about how he also has a bad memory and to ask anyone there for help, giving me false confidence that he may be understanding. I forgot where some dishes go on the second day and ask him where they go. Instead of helping like he claimed he would, he screams at me because I "can't even remember something so simple" (🚩)
On maybe the 3rd or 4th shift I have, I try to go in through the back as instructed, but the door is locked. I knock on the door and yell for someone to let me in for 5 or so minutes and no one comes. I obviously have no keys to this place I've worked at for 3 days, so I give up and go in through the main restaurant doors. The owner sees me and I immediately start trying to explain about the door being locked and no one answering and he either ignores me or doesn't hear me over his own yelling and is screaming at me in front of my coworkers and the customers eating their meals about how he told me not to come in through the restaurant and to only use the backdoor and refused to listen when I tried to explain that it was LOCKED. (🚩) I am obviously rattled and stressed and embarrassed so I scramble to the back to focus on work so I don't cry. After I contain myself, I get to work and I'm working for maybe 10-20 minutes when the owner stops by my station and asks if I like working there (🚩 I guess??? Wtf kind of question is that, ESPECIALLY after yelling at someone in front of employees and customers?) Of course I lie and say yes and I'm suddenly aware that I'm not currently working and I panic and start washing again. He stops me and says "Get out." "...What?" "Leave. Get out." "...the dishes..?" (in my defense I was very rattled) "I'll have [whatever his nephew's name was] do them. Leave now. You're too slow, I can do these dishes in half the time it takes you. See? *washes a dish* Leave." (side note: the dishes he "washed" and deemed acceptable to be served to customers STILL had food caked on them. 🤮 🚩)
I'm very disoriented and on the verge of tears, so I take off my apron as fast as possible and run out the door to avoid crying in front of everybody, as now the whole goddamn crew has come to watch my humiliation, and call my mom in tears in the parking lot. It's only afterwards, after I've calmed down that I realize that he never paid me (🚩) and I don't even know how much I'm supposed to be paid, since he never told me how much I was supposed to make in an hour (🚩) (yeah that one was on me, but honestly this guy scared me even during the "interview" and I was afraid to ask questions because he was very harsh) My mom (correctly) tells me to go back and demand my pay. The only silver lining in my story is that he doesn't argue against paying me and gives me cash (idk how much it was, but I do remember confirming that it was the correct amount for minimum wage for how many hours I worked)
I worked there less than a week, but it was enough to traumatize me and make me refuse to work in a restaurant setting ever again. There is an overall silver lining: as I recalled this story, I was curious if there were employee reviews and if that guy was also abusive to other employees or if he just had something against me. I didn't find any employee reviews, but I did discover that the restaurant is permanently closed as of 2020. Good fucking riddance. I hope he wasn't as horrible to his other employees as he was to me, but at least he won't be able to abuse them anymore.
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gather round friends, tonight is hot seat night.
the gist: you get to ask me anything you want and i have to answer completely honestly. scout’s honor.
my only rule outside of the obvious don’t ask for my school/my SS number/address variety are that i’m not comfortable revealing information about any ‘sources’ of mine who asked me to keep their anonymity. ~the fandom~ is not a banned topic. but. lettuce remember i’m not two faced and this isn’t meant to give me an excuse to tough love on my friends lolol. but happy to offer clarification about my end of discourse if it’s something y’all want! (-:
outside of all that, anything is fair game. austin, kaia, vanessa, olivia, elvis, priscilla, the presley family at large, any and all relationships or ‘ships’ or breakups, questions about how i run the blog, questions about me etc.
also- this is a temporary one night only thing for a reason. i am within my rights to not want to elaborate on or discourse about xyz thing ‘another time’/tomorrow/next week etc. anons sent trying to argue about something i say tonight after 11pm ct will not be posted and by reading this post you understand that!!!
IMPORTANT: i’m going to start accepting anons for this now even though i won’t be posting until 9:30pm ct. but for the sake of inbox organization please tag anything you’re submitting to this with a 🔥 emoji so i don’t get it confused with a regular anon. if you don’t have emojis just say something to the effect of ‘hotseat:’ before your question.
TONIGHT at 9:30pm ct im going to sit down and answer them (including any that come in between 9:30 and 11:00), and keep them up until 11pm when they will *all* be deleted. there might be some that i flag as being kept up for a shorter amount of time depending on the content so be sure to turn on post notifications so you don’t miss anything! see y’all tonight!
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Tornadoes did that
Okay, @twistedoliver @janetm74 @drileyf and @edutainer2022, you asked for this mess. :D My brain is only barely functioning, yet, here are over 1500 words in about an hour.
I don’t guarantee any kind of quality, and considering what the hell happened (which wasn’t what I had initially thought at all), I suspect a lot will happen off camera following this.
I hope you enjoy it anyway.
-o-o-o-
It had been one hell of a rescue.
Tornadoes did that.
Virgil sighed and rolled ever-so-aching and weary shoulders. Everything was packed up. They were ready to roll. Just waiting for Scott to finish up with the site supervisor.
Gordon had Alan under his wing and was chatting in that ever upbeat and cheerful way. Virgil really had no idea how his little brother kept up his level of energy. Allie was visibly flagging as Gordon led him towards Two, and it was obvious he felt as bad as Virgil.
There had been a lot of debris to move and a lot of sad discoveries.
But some good, too. Focus on the successes, try not to dwell on the things out of our control.
So much out of control.
Tornadoes did that.
Scott was keeping up a good façade in the conversation he was having, but Virgil could see the strain in his big brother’s eyes.
They needed to go home.
A slow blink that had him shaking himself and Virgil decided on the direct approach. Scott probably wouldn’t like it, but this had happened far too many times before, and if Virgil was being honest with himself, his fitness to fly was slowly being impacted the longer he had to stand here and watch the supervisor rattle off detail after detail.
Be patient. The guy doesn’t know that IR is reaching the twenty-four hour mark. He wasn’t there for the previous rescue.
Sometimes Virgil’s inner moral compass was a pain in the ass.
He strode over anyway and raised a hand to interrupt. “Hey, Commander, we’re all packed and ready to return to base.”
The supervisor stopped mid-word and turned to Virgil, eyeing his baldric. “Oh, are you the pilot of the green Thunderbird?”
A blink, this time faster than the last. “Yes.”
“Good save with that crane.”
The crane that had its mountings undercut and almost fell on the remains of the local school. Virgil had arrived on scene at the very moment it started to topple. He had never fired a grapple so fast in his life. But even Two with all her strength had staggered with the strain of both its weight and leverage.
In the end, it had taken multiple grapples and some determined slicing with both Two’s and Scott’s lasers to get it all down to the ground safely.
“Thank you.” The end of that word was stifled as he attempted to strangle a yawn. He straightened and shook it off. “Commander, your presence is needed.”
That startled Scott and got him moving. The Commander excused both of them from the conversation and Scott’s eyes queried him as Virgil dragged him back towards One and Two. “What is it?”
“Time to go home.”
“Virgil-“
He stopped in his tracks and faced his brother, grabbing both his arms. “I know this is a break in protocol. I know you won’t be much longer. But we need to go home. Send him a report in the morning, or tomorrow, or whenever is convenient post-at-least-eight-hours sleep. We need to go home now.”
Virgil pinned his brother’s blue eyes with is own. Scott ran on adrenalin for a long time. He could be feeling fine now, but give him another hour or so and his body would offer him a solid wake up call.
Virgil preferred all of his brothers collapse into bed rather than into the Pacific Ocean.
That familiar blue stared at him a solid moment. “FAB.”
“Thank god.” Virgil let go of his brother’s arms and dropped his shoulders.
Of course, that just set his brother’s radar off. “You okay to fly?” This time it was Scott’s hand on Virgil’s upper arm and shoulder as if by contact he could scan like a medscanner.
“I’m fine. Let’s just go home.” He turned and walked off towards Two, both to start pre-flight and to check on their two youngest brothers.
He could feel Scott’s eyes drilling into his back.
Maybe he wasn’t feeling the best, maybe he was too tired, but he really just wanted to go home.
A few moments later, both One and Two lifted off the tornado scar and took off across the States towards the blue of the Pacific Ocean.
As they crossed the Californian coastline, that blue was an ever-welcome sight.
Virgil didn’t fail to note that Scott was keeping pace with the slower Thunderbird. Perhaps Virgil had been a little more dramatic than was needed, but there was no way he was leaving Scott behind. The man was as tired as any of them.
But then the best way to corral Scott was to hint at another brother’s need and that immediately overrode whatever priorities he had for himself.
Sad and beautiful at the same time.
Such was love.
God, he must be tired, he was getting soppy.
Beside him, Gordon was obviously attempting to keep the mood up with the occasional lame ass joke that Virgil had to grunt at. If it wasn’t for Alan’s presence, Virgil might have been a little more direct.
But again, his moral compass knew exactly what and why Gordon was doing what he was doing. Alan had seen some things today that very few sixteen-year-olds had even seen or would want to see. That required debriefing and a mental health check – which Gordon was supplying with precision.
Again, Virgil couldn’t help but love him for it.
But he did wish it didn’t involve such lame ass jokes about horses and bars.
And the walrus and the dentist.
Aww, c’mon Gordon, I’m dying here and not in a good way.
But anything for Allie.
Blue waves passed beneath them in a hypnotic blur.
Virgil knew the Pacific well. The average person might think one part of the world’s largest ocean was pretty much the same as any other part, but they would be wrong.
Thunderbirds moved so fast, the angle of the sun moved with them, changing the shadows and dips and quality of blue. Gordon may know what lies beneath, but Virgil could be pretty certain where he was on the vast stretches of blue by the angle of the sun, the subtle changes in colour, and the rhythm of the swell of the huge mass of water.
Up to the point of where it lapped against an ancient volcanic island just south of Tonga.
Where it tickled his feet and sung its journey.
“Virgil?”
He let his feet sink into the sand.
“Virgil!”
Gordon was yelling and running across the beach.
And it had been so idyllic…
“Thunderbird Two, report!” Scott’s voice was sharp and concerned.
“Ahh, everything is okay. Nothing to worry about here.”
“Gordon, what the hell? Where’s Virgil?”
“Umm…”
It all clicked together with an almighty rush of adrenalin. Virgil sat up to find his control of Two disengaged, despite him grabbing at the yoke. Gordon was glancing at him worriedly as he flew Two and Alan was fumbling with his seatbelt, obviously getting out of his seat to check on Virgil.
…who had fallen asleep while flying.
Aw, hell.
“…Virgil needed a nap. I’m flying the last leg home.” Gordon’s eyes glittered as he held Virgil’s.
“Your flight staggered. What happened?”
Virgil opened his mouth to interrupt, but Gordon cut him off. “Just me getting my air legs back.”
“Why isn’t Alan flying?”
“Hey, I’m co-pilot of this ‘bird. You got any issues, take it up her captain.”
Designed to annoy and divert. Gordon smiled just a little in Virgil’s direction before ending it with “Thunderbird Two out.” And killing the connection.
Alan was suddenly at Virgil’s elbow and his medscanner light flickered all over. “You are exhausted, bro. You shouldn’t be flying.”
“I just wanted to get us home.” It was a pitiful response and he knew it.
“Well, there is a bunk back there with your name on it. Alan, will you escort our ship’s captain to his bed?”
Alan smirked. “Of course.” He dropped a hand onto Virgil’s shoulder and squeezed. A soft smile worked better than any nagging ever could.
Virgil sighed and let his head drop back against the pilot seat headrest. “Guys…”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Gordon glared at him. “I didn’t risk a lecture from our Commander on proper flight protocols just so you could throw me under the silver bus. Get your butt to bed, Virg. I have Two in hand. I promise no scratches, which I doubt is something you can promise yourself right now.”
Alan stood staring at him with those blue eyes just like Scott’s…
“Fine.” Virgil pushed his seat back and creaked ever so much as he stood up. “But you don’t need to lie to Scott. That was my fault and I can take the heat.”
Gordon shook his head. “Worry about it later. Bed.”
Virgil stared at him a moment longer, suddenly aware of exactly how much blackmail material his younger brothers now possessed.
It would be easier to just own up to Scott when they got home.
Alan was pulling on his arm, leading him out of the cockpit.
Virgil followed without thought.
The next thing he knew, he was curling up on one of the bunks in the tiny sleeping quarters. His baldric was missing along with his boots and harness. He must have taken them off.
Must have.
A blanket was tucked around him.
Fingers touched his forehead and brushed away stray hair that had lost most of its product.
“Sleep, Virgil.” Soft and whispered.
So he did.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds#Virgil Tracy#Scott Tracy#Gordon Tracy#Alan Tracy#nuttyfic
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The Perfect Height (OFMD Ficlet)
Our Flag Means Death, Stede/Ed
Post-S1, post-reconciliation, post-love confessions and sexy times, it’s time to work out what to do about Izzy.
Ed and Stede have been debating what to do with Izzy for about three hours and are no longer to coming up with any answers. They’re on their second glass of rum each and their sitting positions on the sofa have slowly turned into Ed sprawled out with Stede cuddled up against him, relishing every point of contact.
It’s not even a proper debate, because neither of them are really settled one way or another, but keep changing their position as new factors occur to them.
“It’s just that he’s proved we can’t trust him not to betray us if he’s not on board,” said Stede, currently on the side of keeping Izzy on the crew.
Ed snorted. “Can’t really trust him if he’s here,” he pointed out. “And the rest of the crew won’t like having him bossing them about, not after...all the bullshit. They mutinied on him, you know.”
Stede considered that, taking a slow sip and then resting his glass on Ed’s thigh, as it was right there. There was such comfort in the possessiveness he felt for Ed, in the way he now knew Ed would let him make this little gestures without saying a word. “We could bump him down from First Mate,” he suggested. “Who doesn’t get to give any orders? Cabin Boy?”
“We make him Cabin Boy and he’s going to set about getting promoted by creating dead men’s shoes to step into,” said Ed, moving his arm from around Stede’s shoulders briefly so he could swipe his finger meaningfully over his neck. “Besides, whatever else he is, he’s a fucking good pirate. Good sailor as well. We don’t have enough of those to go wasting ‘em.”
“If we keep him as First Mate, will he even take orders from me?” asked Stede, spinning back to an earlier discussion point. “You know he wants me dead.”
Ed let out a gusty sigh, tilting his head sideways to rest against Stede’s. “Dunno if he still does,” he said tiredly. “He might be over that now.”
“I rather think any chance that he might stab me in the back one day over breakfast isn’t worth the risk.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Ed, and he really did sound exhausted. Stede wasn’t sure if it was the late hour or the conversation that was draining him but he started to wonder if they shouldn’t shelve it for now in favour of going to bed. Izzy would still be in the brig tomorrow morning, waiting for a decision on his fate. There was no great hurry.
There was a pause in the discussion for a few minutes but unlike the usual silences Stede came up against in conversations, it wasn’t awkward or punctuated by irritated looks. It was calm and easy, both of them comfortable just sitting with their own thoughts while basking in close contact with the other.
It really was quite lovely. He was looking forward to it becoming a normal part of his life.
“Thing is though,” said Ed as if no time had passed since his last comment, “he’s exactly the right height.”
Stede blinked, because he hadn’t expected that. He took a moment to try and work out what Ed meant, picturing Izzy’s stature, and then half-shook his head. “The right height for what?”
“For after a raid,” said Ed. “A proper raid, you know, not one where they just roll right over, but one where there’s leaping about and sword-fighting and fuckery shit, you know. When I’ve gotta be Blackbeard, and show no weakness.”
Stede nodded, because he’d seen Ed doing that, jumping about and moving like a man half his age.
“And then afterwards, I’ve still got to be all threatening and shit, but usually my knee is kinda fucked, you know? Even with the brace.”
“Oh Ed,” said Stede, starting to sit up so he could turn to look at him, “you shouldn’t risk hurting yourself, that’s-”
“Nah, it’s fine,” said Ed, pulling him back down with the arm around his shoulders until Stede is cuddled into his side again. “Part of putting on the show, you know? And usually it just needs a cold cloth and some rest. But when I’ve got to face down a surrendered crew first, Izzy’s really just perfect to lean on. You know, arm around his neck or even just a casual elbow resting on his shoulder like he’s a whatsit, leaning post type thing, and it just looks like Blackbeard and his first mate showing a united front. Looks cool, even, especially once they’ve seen the fucker fight. Blackbeard draping himself over his fierce little attack dog, no fear of being bitten, you know.”
Stede nodded, because he could see that. Two leather-clad pirates, moving as a team and glaring down the crew who had just surrendered to them.
“And he’s a strong fucker,” added Ed. “I can put all my weight on him and he just stands there, steady as anything, glaring at whoever’s around and acting like I’m just being casual. I don’t think he’s ever said a word about it, just lets me rest my knee like that until I can get back to my cabin and sort it out properly.”
“Well you can always lean on me in the future,” said Stede. “I’m stronger than I look too, you know.”
“Oh, I fucking know,” said Ed, nudging Stede’s head gently with his own in an affectionate way that made Stede think of a big, gentle dog. Warmth spread down his body at the reminder that he had this now, had this lovely man to cuddle. “Kind of a different vibe though, Blackbeard snuggling up with his lover, to Blackbeard dominating his First Mate.”
Stede supposed he had to admit that. He let out a sigh. “So you want him to stay?”
“Fuck knows,” said Ed, then sighed as well. “I want the fucker I’ve known for twenty years to stay. The one who had my back and did as much to create Blackbeard as I did. I don’t want this fucking shithead who thinks I can only be one version of myself and is willing to make deals with the fucking British to keep me trapped like that.”
“Maybe that’s it then,” said Stede. “We’ll have to ask him which of those he wants to be, and make a decision once we know.”
“Yeah,” said Ed, and it came out half-word, half-sigh. “Fucking...fucking little fucking arsehole.”
Stede patted at Ed’s leg. “I don’t think we’re going to make a decision tonight, anyway,” he said. “Shall we go to bed?”
Ed perked right up at that. Stede was pressed close enough to feel his whole body twitch and straighten up.
“Oh yeah, bed,” Ed said happily. “I like that idea.”
“Thought you might,” said Stede and stood up, putting his glass down and then turning around to lend Ed a hand getting off the sofa.
Maybe he couldn’t help with this when Ed was being Blackbeard and needed to be fierce, but Stede could help him in here, in the quiet contented space of their cabin. He knew which he’d rather have, given the choice of the two.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ficlet#Snuggling on the sofa solves every problem#Is apparently a tag I already had#they don't solve their problem but I'm still going to use it#pirates in love
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Okay I had to just post that because the train of thought had completely gone
So
I want to journal but I can’t write right now. I cant do much. I’m exhausted by simply everything. I think I’m nearing a burnout…
The guys from uni have invited me out to town on top of the ball that I opted for because another uni friend invited me. Socialising like this is what I wanted, no? Then why do I feel completely exhausted by the thought of it all?
I know it will be so fun and I’m looking forward to it. But I’m a little worried that I’m more excited tk drink than tk spend time with eveyone. And I’m also more apprehensive about going because I know that I will be drinking a lot. Which means another week of recovery. Why do I keep putting myself through this hell? For the sake of fun? Why can’t I have fun without drinking? It’s too hard to go out and be the sober friend. But the lengths I’ve been going to just so I can drink and save my money/time/energy is actually lowkey defeating the purpose. I’m so exhausted. But I did successfully plan my outfit and my day ahead so everything can go smoothly with no stress. Stress now to avoid stress later. My life’s work.
Anyway. I guess I wanted to invite my work bestie along because I’m paranoid about going with the uni gang. Two of them are lowkey mean and one is the sweetest girl but obviously not much of a town goer. And the other has a boyfriend. And overall I’m not close with any of them so I have no fall back in case they flake or I need to dip cause the vibes are bad. Basically I have no failsafe.
But my heart is open! I am protected! God wants the best for me. There were very small inconveniences today because I didn’t hear my intuition. But I guess I’m just a little scared that they will turn from small to bigger and more painful in inconveniences for me.
I don’t know why I had this thought but… the amount of panic and effort and energy I went to not only to get a little gift for my friend but also to rush over when I was running late for her thesis talk.. well, I don’t know why but I don’t think she would have done the same for me. But I love her anyway and I understand her and I’m willing to compromise for her because I know she does care and appreciates me.
But the others… I guess I’m wary. To learn that they’re all private school kids. Tbh I love them all it’s just Tess and Noah. Something is slightly off there. Like why is there so much anger and hate in your heart? What is missing? That you have to take it all out on innocent people… her story today was such a red flag. And her being close minded about me wanting to buy sage and incense.
But as I said before. I am loved. And I am appreciated. And if I feel like I am not receiving the love and respect that I know I am worthy of and deserve, I can easily step away and give my time and attention to someone else who will meet that need. !!!!!!!!! I AM SO GROWN FOR THAT!!! wow. I really slayed the game. I really do be slaying the game lately. I can’t wait for tomorrow, actually. I just needed to recenter my perspective.
I’m very tired and have a headache and feel a bit overwhelmed. But I have a great day and an even better week ahead of me. I will submit my request for an extension and ease some of the pressure about doing my report. I’m gonna drive to melb with my bestie and see one of my fave singers. And I’ve attracted so many new and wonderful connections and friendships into my life that I am just surrounded by love and beautiful and joy and happiness. Slayed.
My little catchphrase lately is slay. Idc if it’s annoying.
Now to contemplate watching the Taurus’s story… not the Pisces moon one. He’s been BLOCKED. tyvm. Literally felt my heart open up to new opportunities the second it happened. But the other Taurus. The pretty boy. Libra moon. Anyway. I’m gonna look but I’m gonna try stay detached. I’m simply curious, okay god!! Let me have my moments. We’re friends. We’re vaguely connected now, and everytime I think of him I remember him hitting it from behind. It wasn’t even good. Just the feeling of his body weight pressing mine down. And my ass squishing up against him. Like okay she slayed. I swear it’s like I woke up one day and decided I have the fattest fucking ass. I love being a confident baddie. I really do have a fatty tho. It’s like uncomfortably large. I be catching looks left right and centre.
That’s another thing!! All of the sudden… I catch everyone’s attention. Is it because I try so hard to not give anyone my attention? I have anxiety! I don’t want to make eye contact. Also I genuinely think there is some kind of magic or energetic exchange that occurs when I make eye contact with someone. It’s a bit scary. So I’d rather stay in my own world. But I think it does attract a lot of attention. Combined with me having really good and unique style and dark skin and tats and also being such a pretty girl. Anyway. Enough being egotistical. It’s just interesting.
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03/10/24 OFMD Recap
TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Rosie Carnahan Darby; London Billboards; Mascot Jeff's Birthday; Adopt Our Crew Saturday Sillies; Fan Spotlight; Reminders! Wee John Wonday; Watch Parties; Kudoboards; Companies doing good things!; Fundraisers! Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika
Okay luvs, finally catching up. I'd love to do a much bigger appreciate day post so everyone can see all the cool stuff people posted but I'd like to get some permissions first, so I'll try to do that tomorrow or sometime this week!
== Cast & Crew Sightings ==
== David Jenkins ==
David just sharing some soothing music for being parked.
Src: Dj's Insta
= Rhys Darby =
Out with the fam!
Rhys' Instagram Story
Rosie was kind enough to give us another shot tonight:
= Rosie Carnahan Darby =
So I'm not going to post the tweet Rosie was responding too because that twat of a human being can rot, but I would like to highlight Rosie and her badassery and constant standing up for everyone. Just a damn fine human being that one.
If you want to see who and what it was in response to, please visit Rosie's Twitter Page, but CW: TERF
== London Billboards Meetups! ==
Tomorrow's the day folks! First set of Billboards are up tomorrow!
SRC: Tumblr / Instagram
== Jeff's Birthday! ==
== Adopt Our Crew Saturday Sillies ==
Our lovely friends at @adoptourcrew had more Saturday Sillies for us yesterday during the appreciation event on Twitter! Just copying them over here so yall with no twitter can play :) If you do have access to twitter, please play and interact with AdoptOurCrew on Twitter! If you don't have access to Twitter, check out the puzzles here.
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Positive Content by LCWebsXOXO =
Our dear crew-mate LCWebsXOXO (you may have seen her around helping with @saveofmdcrewmates as well as all over tumblr/twitter) is starting up a youtube channel this week dedicated to positive content! Looking for something to boost your spirits? She's here to help. Feel free to check out her Tiktok and Youtube.
= Cast Cards =
More cards from @melvisik! This time two of my favorite ladies, Selenis Leyva and Kristen Johnston!
== Reminders! ==
= Wee John Wondays =
Just a reminder! Tomorrow (as far as we know at the normal time) Con O'Neil and Gypsy Taylor will be joining Kristian Nairn on Wee John Wonday! 10.30 pm GMT / 6:30pm ET / 2:30pm PT
= Watch Parties =
== Wrecked ==
There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr
Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th.
Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.
Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.
Hashtags:
#WreckedPirates
#SaveOFMD
#RhysDarbyFaction
== Deutsche Nachrichten / German News ==
Twitter-Watch-Along von Our Flag Means Death:
Streamt Staffel 2 ab dem 15. März.
Samstag, 9.3. 17:00 Folgen 1 bis 3,
Dienstag, 12.3. 20:00 Folgen 4 & 5,
Mittwoch, 13.3. 20:00 Folgen 6 & 7,
Donnerstag 14.3. 20:00 Folgen 8 & 9,
Freitag, 15.3. 17:30 Folge 10
Und anschließend bingen wir zusammen Staffel 2!
Schaut und tweetet mit!
Hashtag:
OurFlagRTL
== Kudoboard Reminders! ==
= Taika =
Kudoboard Link
The board will stay up until March 12th, and we will share the link with him on March 13th. The Kudoboard is monitored prior to approval to prevent trolls from jumping in (so if you don't see your additions right away, that's why!)
== Cast & Crew Kudoboards ==
In addition-- thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS! Rhys' birthday kudoboard will close on the 20th, the rest will close on the 22nd. There are more! I missed some the first time! Sorry all!
Go send the cast and crew some love folks!
Rhys Darby's Birthday
David Jenkins
Nathan Foad
Con O'Neill
Ruibo Qian
Leslie F*cking Jones!
Matthew Maher
Vico Ortiz
Samson Kayo
Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!
David Fane
Kristian "Wee John Wednesdays" Nairn!
Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!
Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!
== Companies Doing Good Things! ==
While not OFMD specific, it's been called out that there are some wonderful things happening in regards to moms of our trans and non-binary siblings. Penzey's Spices is creating a Mother's Day catalog featuring moms of trans and non-binary kids!
You can check out more info here if you're interested!
== Fundraisers ==
= Our Flag makes a Difference =
Getting so much closer to the goal for eSIMs and Sanity Products of Gaza Fundraiser! It's up to 71% funded! Great job everyone!
= Team Haven Belfast Update! =
Almost at 20%!
== Love Notes ==
Hey lovelies. We're coming up on another week.
It's only been a few days since Chaos Dad made the announcement, but I gotta say, it feels almost like a month. I been feeling it pretty hard, and I know so many of you have been struggling. We're all working through things in our own way, and in our own time, slowly but surely.
You really should be proud of yourselves. Look at you. Look at everything you've done in just a few days, hell in a couple months.
The amount of people you've sent love to. The amount of lives you made better with a kudos/heart, or a kind word, or a message. None of us, no matter how well we know each other, know how much each of us is going through, and yet you still, throughout it all, put more love into the world.
The world is such a better place with you, and your art, and your words, and your kindness, and you should be so incredibly proud of yourself. I know I'm proud of you. I know we're all so very proud of you.
And you know what else? You're doing so much better than you think you are. These days especially, everything feels so much worse. Crappy things, compacting on crappy things, and then they try to take our solace away from us. But you know what? You're treading water, even if it feels like you're drowning, and sooner or later, you'll be able to swim again.
Don't give up lovelies. We're all still here with you, and we're all so proud of you, and we all love you. Keep on sharing that beautiful spark of yours, it's catching, and it's making the world a much more beautifully bright place.
I hope the beginning of your week is kind to you <3 Sweet Dreams and Pleasant Days.
== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==
Just some goofy finger action and smiles from these two.
Darby Courtesy of @ofmd-ann
Taika Courtesy of @parttimesarah
#daily ofmd recaps#daily ofmd recap#ofmd daily recap#ofmd daily recaps#ofmd#our flag means death#rhys darby#taika waititi#adopt our crew#saturday sillies#save ofmd crew#london billboard#david jenkins#rosie carnahan darby#kudoboard#fundraisers
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For the dreblr ask game, 14, 20, 24, 27?
Ahhh oh my gosh sorry for the late reply! I've been busy packing! Thank you so much for the ask though !!! :DD
14. What’s your favourite c!Dream line of dialogue?
"WHITE FLAGS, OUTSIDE your base, by TOMORROW, at DAWN." SUCH A CLASSIC! SUCH A BANGER! It never gets old! Then again I've been here for a very long time so I'm biased towards the oldies!
20. What are some of your favourite pieces of c!Dream analysis?
Aw man, I wish I had specific examples for you, but it's late and I have Too Many Reblogged Posts on it jfldsnvldsghlsgh... probably callmeapple, and simplepotatofarmer, and theminecraftbox's stuff tbh! If I have any specifics crop up in my brain later, I'll make another post for it!!! 👀
24. When/how did you become a c!Dream apologist?
Honestly I think I sort of fell into it. I was always into it for that aspect of "story from everyone's perspective", and tried to keep my mind focused on that aspect as well. Maybe it's my Homestuck fandom background, but I've never seen characters that fell into actions like those as villains. And I suppose I always think people deserve a second chance! Or to learn from their mistakes and get better! I was never able to pick who I wanted to "win" in a fight unless it was their POV. Whoops!
I guess realistically though, the more unhinged c!Dream appeared to be, the more I theorized and conspiracied etc. It's fun!
27. What do you think is c!Dream’s greatest strength?
His silver tongue!
Seriously though, think about it-- how often is he able to spin things exactly how he wants them to appear? His melodic voice and careful words kept his Plan(TM) going, and his threats were taken literally and to the letter.
Either that, or His Reputation! He relies on it often enough to carry him through. He's easily able to focus all attention on himself when he wants.
This is also, naturally, his greatest weakness. He was able to hide his true motives and feelings from even his closest friends, and attracted a little too much attention in regards to Things That Want To Hunt Him.
Thank you so so so much for giving me a chance to ramble about Dream!!! :DD
#they speak#answered asks#anonymous#unfortunately also one of my favorite tropes#''flashy and gets the attention he wants''#''and then realizes he also got the attention of something a little too big and a little too scary''#that trope. that's good
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GSNBTR Playlist
Note This isn't a "soundtrack" per se, although some songs definitely could be. There's also no coherence in terms of style. They are, however, all thematically related to the plot, and they do follow the general order of the chapters. That said, they continue on past what I've already posted, so there is some risk of the lyrical content containing mild spoilers (in particular, the last song on the list). Listen at your own risk.
Citizen Cope - Sideways
You know it ain't easy/For these thoughts here to leave me/There are no words to describe it/In French or in English
These feelings won't go away/They've been knockin' me sideways/They've been knockin' me out lately/Whenever you come around me
Kate Rusby - Sho Heen
Sleep my friend oh I'll watch o'er you/The moon is here and the stars adore you/Close your eyes and sleep tonight/Oh my blessed angel, here again, goodnight
The Four Seasons - Dawn (Go Away)
Dawn/Go away back where you belong/Girl we can't/Change the places where we were born/Before you say/That you want me/I want you to think/What your family would say/Think/What you're throwing away/Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me
Damien Rice - Cannonball
There's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness/Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed/You step a little closer each day/That I can't say what's going on
Judy Collins - Someday Soon
My father says that he will leave me cryin'/I would follow him right down the roughest road I know/Someday soon/Goin' with him someday soon
Bradley Cooper - Maybe It's Time
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die/Takes a lot to change a man/Hell, it takes a lot to try/Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
Alexi Murdoch - Breathe
Don't forget to breathe/You know you are here/But you find you want to leave/So don't forget to breathe
Ciaran Lavery - Left For America
When I'm ready I'll give you the sign/You can gather me up like a quilt/Tell my mother I tried, tell my cousin I lied/I was holding your hand out of guilt/'Cause they never paid my way/I bought it/I never stole your heart/I sought it/I never knew my place, anyway
Bill Evans - My Foolish Heart
Chet Baker - Let's Get Lost
Let's get lost/Lost in each other's arms/Let's get lost/Let them send out alarms/And though they'll think us rather rude/Let's tell the world we're in that crazy mood
Sarah Jarosz - Build Me Up From Bones
I held every inch of you/I wrote every line for you/I made time when time was all but gone/You're the love I've always known
Fairport Convention - Si Tu Dois Partir, Va T'En (Peel Session)
French: Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en/Si non, tu dois rester la nuit
English: If you’ve got to go, go now/Or else you’ve got to stay all night
(Note: The “famous poet” mentioned by Erica in Chapter 18 is Bob Dylan, of course, and these are some of the only lyrics that actually appear (in English) in the story. But the fact that the most famous version of the song is in French is a cool bonus.)
Let's Go Sailing - Come Home Safely
Come home safely tonight/I will not sleep until I hear you counting steps/We still have time left, don’t we now?/Don’t we now?
Nickel Creek - Tomorrow is a Long Time
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting/Yes, and if I could hear his heart softly poundin'/Only if he was lying by me/Then I'd lie in my bed once again
(Yes, it's another Dylan cover. I'm the worst.)
Anais Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer - Geordie
I wish I had you in a public square/The whole town gathered around me/With my broad sword and a pistol too/I'd fight you for the life of my Geordie
Joseph - White Flag
I could surrender but I'd/Just be pretending, no I'd/Rather be dead than live a lie/Burn the white flag
Coldplay - The Scientist
I was just guessing at numbers and figures/Pulling the puzzles apart/Questions of science/Science and progress/Do not speak as loud as my heart
ZAZ - Si jamais j'oublie
French: Si jamais j'oublie/Les jambes à mon cou/Si un jour je fuis/Rappelle-moi qui je suis/Ce que je m'étais promis
English (translation mine): If ever I forget/Run away/If ever I flee one day/Remind me who I am/What I promised myself
R. City feat. Adam Levine - If I Got Locked Away
If I got locked away/And we lost it all today/Tell me, honestly/Would you still love me the same?/If I showed you my flaws/If I couldn't be strong/Tell me, honestly/Would you still love me the same?/Now tell me, would you really ride for me?/Baby, tell me, would you die for me?/Would you spend your whole life with me?/Would you be there to always hold me down?/Tell me, would you really cry for me?/Baby, don't lie to me/If I didn't have anything/I wanna know, would you stick around?
Meg Baird - Willie O'Winsbury
No, it wasn’t with a lord nor a duke nor a knight/Or a man of wealth and fame/But it was with Willie O’Winsbury/I could bide no longer alone
The outline of the story is fluid, as always, so this is subject to additions!
#playlist#mixtape#music nerd#i spent way too much time on this#could be added to in the future#gsnbtr
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Drunk and Dreamin' (Rick Flag)
Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader
Request: can i get a rick x reader pregnancy fic 🥺 bonus points if the reader is still a member of the suicide squad 👀👀
Note: I mixed it with a drunk Rick prompt I saw last night, I thought itd be cute to mix them together. Hopefully you like it and you're satisfied with the request.
Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, mentions of pregnancy, mostly just fluff, rick being cute af
WC: 3.4k I dont know what it's like to write short fics
A/N: soooo heres more rick because like we love this man, I love this man and yeah, hes on my mind 24/7. Like I said I mixed the pregnancy request with a drunk Rick thing I saw. @dreamingindigital posted it first, so if they see this hey, thank you for letting me do it hope you like my adaptation of what you said. And as for the rest of yall, hope you like it too
It was a weird feeling, being alive. Making it out of a mission and coming home for another day, sleep in your own bed one more night and fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved one more time. You never knew if you were coming back from a suicide mission, or if Rick was. Hell, maybe you'd both bite the dust then. You didn't know. But you knew that every day you were alive, away from bullets and blood, and with the man you loved, that you wouldn't take for granted.
So when you both and Rick made it alive out of that damn island, he insisted on going out for drinks when you got back to America. Go crazy, live like it was your last day, and God knows if it would be. You weren't exactly on board with the idea, since well, you found right after getting to America that you were pregnant, and of course it was Rick's. Other than that, you perfectly knew he almost got killed in that island, he got stabbed with that piece of ceramic and it damn near killed him, you wanted him to rest. And you, well, you got beat up, as did everyone else, but thanks to some higher power or maybe just luck, you didn't get hurt too badly, you didn't get stabbed, gunned down, crushed, or face-hugged xenomorph style by a starfish so, that was a win for you. Still, you'd rather just go home and shower, wash off the blood and death off your body. And just rest so maybe you could tell Rick the news. But Rick was persistent, you didn't know what it was, he wasn't the drinking 'till I pass out type, but maybe almost dying made him want to live more, outside of the walls of Belle Reeve or some top secret location where he'd possibly die.
"We're alive, sweetheart, let's enjoy it." He told you.
The man almost got killed, you could at least give him that. If he wanted to get drunk you'd let him, he deserved it. You could always tell him tomorrow, you knew you wouldn't die tonight at least.
So as reluctant as you were, you joined him in his quest to get drunk, you guessed. Well, it was mostly in spirit and moral support, because you weren't drinking. You did join him on the floor once he got drunk enough to want to dance with you, arms around each other, bodies pressed together and holding each other even if the song didn't match the slow and close vibe you were going for. You didn't care, you needed to hold each other and you'd be damned if you let go of that man.
It was fun, you weren't going to lie, for once you felt like a normal couple, out, drinking, dancing, laughing like you didn't have a single worry in your mind, not the task force, not where will you be next, not the killing, not Waller, nothing. It was just you and Rick, together, only thinking about each other. Even if it was just for a minute. But maybe now it could be like that, but not just for a minute.
You were honestly surprised how quickly Rick got drunk. I mean, he was drinking by himself despite his insistence on you joining him, he was confused at first by how adamant you were about not drinking, but he surprisingly didn't question you anymore after the first round of shots. So he downed all the shots and beer in a matter of a few hours. And you would think he was a bad drunk, loud and messy, but it was quite the opposite. He was a very touchy and affectionate drunk.
You nearly jumped, ready to swing a punch when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you were met with a hard chest. It took you a second to realize it was just Rick, and you relaxed, happily leaning into his chest. You felt him leave a lazy wet kiss to the side of your head before he leaned into your shoulder, pressing the side of his face into your neck. He was warm, hot and a bit sweaty, his own body heat was making you hot, but you didn't mind. And you smiled, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.
"Did I ever tell you you smell really fuckin' good?" He hummed, slightly slurring his words and making his accent slightly thicker.
You giggled, taking in his own scent. It was a mix of faint sweat from the hot atmosphere of the bar, the smell of liquor still on his tongue and the faint smell of his aftershave still lingering on his freshly shaven jaw. It was an interesting mixture really, honestly one would think it's not necessarily the most enjoyable of smells, but you liked it. It was comforting really. It smelled like home, because he was your home.
"Oh yeah?" You chuckled, "you like the smell of sweat and death?" You retorted, running your fingers through the short dark blondish strands.
"Nah," he hummed when he felt your fingers and shook his head, rubbing his face further into your neck. "You kinda smell like, like vanilla. Yeah, you smell like vanilla, and cinnamon and— and you smell like all the pretty things in the world." He mumbled, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he nodded, as if to confirm what he was saying.
"Oh," you couldn't help but laugh, a loving smile he couldn't quite see plastered on your lips, "that so?"
"Mhm…" He hummed, nuzzling further into your neck and his big arms nearly squeezing you into a bear hug, "you smell like you're pretty. 'Cause you are pretty. So so pretty…" his voice got softer and quieter, going almost inaudible by the end as he trailed off, exhaling deeply and he was suddenly leaning into you, putting half of his weight on you, making you blow out a sharp breath.
"Rick, baby." You tapped the back of his head, instantly feeling him slightly lift it, "you okay pretty boy?"
"Mhm.." He exhaled tiredly, "just resting my eyes for a second, sweetheart." He mumbled before going right back to the place in your neck. You chuckled fondly, knowing he was probably falling asleep, exactly like that, standing and all.
"Okay, come on, I'm taking you home, okay?" You turned around, hearing him groan quietly and when you looked up at him you almost wanted to awe out loud. His eyes were half closed and hooded, barely looking at you and his pale cheeks were flushed bright red, it was kinda adorable honestly.
"A pretty girl's takin' me home? Aren't I lucky." You couldn't hold in your laughter this time. When you laughed, he narrowed his eyes at you and slightly tilted his head in confusion.
"Yeah, absolutely," you giggled, brushing your hand over his cheek and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "alright, come on big guy."
You slung an arm around his torso, and he instantly slung an arm over your shoulder, practically leaning into you like you were a pole or something.
"Goddamn." You sucked a sharp breath when you felt his weight on you, barely being able to hold him upright, because he couldn't even do that himself. This was going to be a long walk to your car. You took a deep breath and used all the strength you could gather to lead him through the small groups of people still gathered around the bar.
Damn, this man was big and heavy. And he was putting most of his weight on you. He was also leaning into you as you walked, making you stumble to the side too.
"Oh my God Rick," you groaned softly when he slouched over you, both arms hanging limp over your shoulders, head hanging as he practically leaned his entire body into you. You had to plant your feet on the ground so you wouldn't fall with him, "Rick you're 6'2 and like 200 plus pounds, and you're putting all of that on me. Come on." You groaned, trying with all the strength you could gather to get him to stand upright.
Rick eventually lifted his head up, eyes wide for a second as he looked around for any form of threat, but then his eyes fell on your significantly smaller form trying to carry all of him. It took him a minute to stand by himself, mumbling what you assumed was a 'sorry baby' but honestly, you could barely understand him at this point.
Still, you managed to get him into your car, shoving him in the passenger's seat, where he instantly crossed his arms over his chest and slouched. You figured he probably fell asleep like that because you didn't hear a single word from him the whole ride. All you could hear was the quiet sound of the radio playing and his faint snores, confirming that he was in fact asleep. You let him, I mean when was the last time this man actually got proper sleep? Without having to sleep with an eye open? Yeah, he'd be pretty damn tired.
As much as it made you feel bad waking him up, you had to, you weren't going to let him sleep in the car. So once you parked your car, you got out and walked all around over to his side, where you opened his door for him and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly so you wouldn't startle him and potentially catch a flying fist. When you did, his eyes immediately shot wide open and his whole body got tense as he looked for whatever startled him awake. Much like you earlier, he visibly relaxed when his eyes landed on you.
"Come on pretty boy, let's get you to bed." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead before helping him out of the car. He instantly slouched against the car, using it to keep himself upright. You sighed. This was going to be difficult. "I know you wanna sleep but I need your help to get you inside, okay? Please don't fall on me."
You grabbed him again, this time having to wrap both arms around his torso to even get him off the car. Rick made somewhat of an effort to get himself going, this time he threw both of his arms over your shoulders and leaned his head on yours, mumbling how pretty you were, how badass he thought you were and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. It was cute really, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was so damn drunk he probably wouldn't even have said all of those things. He'd probably deny he ever said something that cliche and sappy, too.
Eventually you got the 6 foot something giant up to your shared place. You had no idea how, but hey, you managed to get the soldier through the door, up those stairs and into the safety of your home. The next step was getting to your bedroom, which may sound easy, but Rick was bumping into shit everywhere. He even started cursing at whatever inanimate object would get in his way. It was fucking hilarious, you had to force yourself not to burst out laughing in front of this very pouty and drunk Rick.
You got him to your room, eventually, and the second he did he threw himself right on the bed, face first. And fully clothed.
This fucking man.
You squeezed your eyes shut, rubbing your template and exhaled deeply, reminding yourself that he was just a big teddy bear when drunk, and you had to do everything for him.
"Rick, baby, at least let me take your shoes off." You sighed softly, walking over to the bed and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to get him to stay awake long enough. He didn't respond verbally, he simply huffed sleepily and rolled over onto his back.
You blew out a breath and shook your head, going around to the foot of your bed, one by one ridding Rick of most of his pieces of clothing. You got his shoes off, the shirt was a bit trickier, but with a bit of moving around you got it off. You gave up on taking his jeans off, he was like deadweight, and wouldn't move. So you left him like that. He was probably more than asleep by then. He was still on his back, a muscular tattooed arm tucked under his head, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he quietly snored, or so you figured. So you thought he wasn't listening when you spoke.
"Swear to god Rick, I gotta take care of a baby soon, I can't keep taking care of you like you are one, too" You thought out loud, as you started to strip yourself of your own clothes. So you completely missed the way Rick's eyes shot wide open and he sat up on his elbows so fast it gave him whiplash.
Did he actually hear that correctly?
"The hell did you say?" You heard him say with a tone you couldn't quite describe. And when you looked up, you saw him sitting there, suddenly wide awake and sober, wide eyed, mouth slightly open in shock, confusion, and maybe like, joy?
"Huh… That's not exactly how I wanted to tell you but…" You swallow thickly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him and looking down, nervous of how exactly he'd react. You've never actually talked about settling down, getting married, kids, the whole nine yards. I mean hell, you were in a island going on a suicide mission less than two a ago, you definitely weren't thinking of something like this yet. You thought Rick didn't actually want kids, he's never told you if he did, or even showed much interest in domesticity. So how the hell were you supposed to tell him that? "So uh… I've been feeling kinda sick these past few weeks, even on that island, I just didn't tell you so you wouldn't worry. Then when you were asleep last night I went out, bought a couple of pregnancy tests and well… yeah."
Rick wasn't saying anything, he wouldn't even blink. It was scaring you. His face was so blank, stoic and unreadable. You could never know what the hell was going on inside this man's head. You couldn't read him. And on top that he was still drunk, so he probably wasn't registering things like he normally would. So he was just staring at you, eyes slightly glossy and his lips slightly parted. And then he smiled. He genuinely smiled.
"You serious? You're pregnant with my kid?" He asked in disbelief, not because he would doubt you or your loyalty, but because he couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you being pregnant. You bit your lip nervously and slowly nodded, still not sure if you wanted to see his reaction or not. "Baby don't play with me, I know I'm like, drunk but—"
"Rick, I'm dead serious. I can show you the pregnancy test if you want. We're having a baby." You smiled nervously, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for his response. You were caught completely off guard when he laughed and grabbed your face, kissing you. It was sweet and loving, even if you could still taste the liquor on his tongue. But you didn't mind, all you cared about was his reaction, and you knew exactly what he was thinking.
"I must be dreamin' 'cause I can't believe it. This can't be real, it's too good." He mumbled, brushing his nose against yours as he held your face, a lazy and crooked smile on his lips.
"Nah, you're just drunk honey." You giggled, tears of joy pricking your eyes.
"Then I must be drunk and dreamin', because that's the best thing I've heard in a very long time."
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When morning came, you were already up, having been up since dawn, your body already used to waking up before the sun came up and sleeping very little hours at a time. Rick was a different story. Usually he was up even earlier than you were, most times he wouldn't sleep at all. But he was so drunk that after you both got in bed, wrapped around each other's arms, he fell dead asleep, and was only woken up by the sunlight coming through the window since it hit him right in the face. He was engulfed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which he figured you had prepared.
Rightfully so, right when he was starting to wake up, still under the covers and hugging pillows instead of you, you walked in with two cups of coffee. One for yourself, and another for him since you intended on waking him up then, knowing he liked to start his day early no matter where he was. When you walked in the room you were met with a breathtaking sight. Rick, now half sitting up against the pillows, tattooed arm behind his head as he yawned, his blondish hair sticking just about every direction possible. Rick Flag in the morning was both the cutest and hottest sight anyone could ever see. And it was your sight to see every morning.
Rick spotted you by the door as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes and a sleepy, lopsided smile plastered on his lips.
"Mornin' sweetheart." He hummed, voice raspy and deeper than usual from just waking up. You smiled, making your way around the room to sit on your bed.
"Morning sleepy beauty. How's the hangover?" You teased, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. He groaned loudly, rubbing his face with both hands and shook his head.
"Oh shut up." He laughed, shaking his head before his eyes fell on the mugs on your hands, "this for me baby?" He pointed to the mug he usually used for his coffee and you nod. He happily took it from you and sipped it, humming in delight at the bitter liquid.
"Your coffee is fuckin' amazing, did I ever tell you that?"
"Yeah," you giggled, sipping your own coffee happily, "among other things." You shrugged, slightly tapping the side of the mug, knowing Rick probably didn't even remember the drunk late night conversation you had with him last night.
"In that case, did I ever tell you that I want to marry you and I want you to be the mother of my children?" He said casually, almost way too casually, like it was the most natural thing to say, a huge smile on his lips as he sipped on his coffee, he almost spat it right back out when he saw the ways your eyes widened and choked on your own coffee.
"Wha-What?"
"I mean, I believe you told me that you were pregnant with my kid? Or was I just dreamin' last night?" He raised an eyebrow at you, somewhat questioning whether or not he dreamed of it or if it actually happened.
You chewed on your bottom lip, trying once again to read the look on his face, in his eyes. It was hard to read him drunk or sober, you could never guess what Rick was thinking. But right then and there, you could see it in his eyes. He had this loving, fond and almost hopeful look in his eyes. With the sunlight shining right on his face his eyes looked lighter, like honey almost and they looked so full of life, happy. He looked happy. And then you knew.
"No, you weren't dreaming. I am pregnant and it is yours. So I guess you're gonna be, yeah, a dad." You giggled awkwardly, not being able to hold back a smile. And when you did, Rick set his might down on the bedside table and he kissed you, hard and loving.
"Baby," he sighed heavily, cupping your face with one hand and placing the other on your flat stomach, and frowned, "you're out of the task force. Like there's no fucking way I'm letting you risk yourself and our kid. I'm gonna marry you, and I can't allow either of you to get hurt or get killed. It's not worth it. I don't care what Waller says, you're out. You understand?" He frowned, eyes narrowed and gaze hard and he used his colonel voice, he was being so serious it wasn't even funny.
"Then you're not going back either," you frowned, resting your hand over his on your stomach and sighed shakily, "Peacemaker almost killed you Rick. I had to get that damn ceramic out of you, I had to drag your ass out of that building so you wouldn't die. I love you, and I can't lose you, not now. We can't leave our kid without their parents. We both need to get out of that fucking task force." You were nearly as serious as he was, and you weren't kidding, when you thought he was going to die you felt like your whole world was falling apart just because he wouldn't be in it. You couldn't go the rest of your life without him, you knew that now.
"Then we're both getting the fuck out. I don't care if I have to go back to D.C and take you with me, but we're not risking our lives anymore for this, not you, not me. I promise you, and little soldier that."
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