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Henry Taylor (American, 1958), Neighborhood Watch, 2002. Acrylic and enamel on plywood, 95.3 x 73.7 cm
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Neighborhood watch
Title: Neighborhood watch
Summary: You and your husbands retired.
Square N3 filled for @stuckybingo: Free Space - Domestic Stucky
Card Number: R4081
Creator: Holylulu
Rating: Teen
Square N2 filled for @allcapsbingo: established relationship
Square 11 filled for @lgbtqbingo: Free Space - Domestic Stucky
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Warnings: Bucky/Y/N being nosy neighbors, fun, fluff, domestic Stucky, America’s ass :), a hint of jealous Steve, reader like to check a cute ass out
Words: 1k+
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Doll? Baby doll?" Bucky strolls into the living room in search of you. He releases a shuddery breath when his eyes land on you. The former winter soldier is always afraid something could happen to you. “Did you not hear me, Y/N?”
Watching your new neighbors from behind the curtains is something you enjoy doing. That’s why you don’t hear Bucky call your name. “Babe, what’s so interesting?”
He steps closer to look out the window. There is a mover team carrying furniture and boxes into the house across the street.
“We got new neighbors,” you explain. “I wanted to know if they could be trusted. I don’t know. What do you think, Babe?"
“I haven't talked to them yet. We can check their background when Steve is back from Sam’s place,” Bucky dips his head to look at you.
“You know that not every new neighbor is an assassin, right?” you sigh as Bucky gets his phone out to note the license plate and description of your new neighbors. “Bucky, I was just a nosy neighbor. Boring and normal. Stop acting like a creep.”
“Doll you are the one watching the new neighbors like a creep,” Bucky tuts. “Lemme do my job and protect you and Stevie. You never know if they are not working for Hydra.”
“Hydra?” you huff. “Let them come.”
Bucky couldn’t be prouder of you. When you tell him his training with you has paid off, he smiles.
“What are we watching today?”
You freeze as Steve steps into the room. He caught you red-handed and now, you try to find an excuse for watching your neighbors.
"Uh, we were checking the lawn. Bucky wanted to know if he had to mow it again," you lie. You don’t want to lie to Steve, but you agreed on living a simple and safe life after he decided to give the shield to Sam.
“Bucky, baby,” Steve sternly says. “Is that true?”
"We watched our new neighbors move in. It’s a pleasant neighborhood and we wanted to know who moved in across the street.”
“You spied on them,” Steve concludes. He walks to Bucky to peck his husband’s cheek. “Y/N, I’m disappointed in you. You just lied to me.”
“What? No…I just…” you whine when Steve cups Bucky’s face to kiss him fiercely. “That’s not fair! Bucky was the one taking notes. He accused them of being with Hydra.”
“Y/N. Bucky,” Steve stops you from fighting. “I already checked on our new neighbors.”
Your head snaps toward Steve as you ask, "You did? When? How? Why didn’t you tell us so?”
“Doll, we retired but this doesn’t mean our enemies got the message," Steve smirks when you step toward him to cup the back of his neck and kiss him. “Hmm…baby doll ate strawberries today.”
“We both did,” Bucky purrs. “I fed her strawberries while we prepared dinner tonight. You have missed so much, Stevie. Y/N finally peeled an onion without crying her eyes out.”
“You helped her, didn’t you?” he asks. “I know you better than you know yourself. You’d do anything for Y/N.”
“He only peeled it…and cut it and…” you giggle as Bucky covers your mouth with his flesh hand.
“Y/N just needed some help with the onions. I can’t watch her cry. Even if they are not real tears.”
“You’ve got a weak spot for our wife.”
You grin.
“She’ll do anything to help us, Stevie. Cutting the onions for her was nothing,” Bucky shrugs. “Now, back to our new neighbors. Anything we should know?”
“Hmm…” Steve looks out the window. “Fury checked on them for me.” You watch Steve get his phone out. He unlocks it to open the document Fury sent to him this morning.
“Our newly arrived neighbors are Louisa and Cherise Milton. Louisa is an elementary school teacher, Cherise is a bookkeeper. They have been married for five years and bought the house three months ago. No police record.”
“I don’t trust them,” Bucky turns back around to stare out of the window. “What if they are undercover?"
“She’s got a cute ass in those shorts,” you say. “A pretty little thing. Her wife is a lucky woman.”
“What?” Steve huffs. “Uh-aren’t we pretty enough? I thought you love my ass!”
“I love it,” Bucky looks at his husband up and down. “Yeah, I love it, baby.”
“It’s still America's ass,” you giggle. “Do you think they are trustworthy neighbors or people wanting to kill us in our sleep?”
“Great, now you made it,” Steve sighs deeply as Bucky switches to protective mode. He checks the windows and closes the curtains. “Buck, she was joking.”
Steve follows Bucky around the house. “Baby, they are harmless. Trust me.”
“Last time I trusted you the coffee maker almost killed Alpine,” Bucky stops in his tracks to point at the white cat following him and Steve. “I won’t let anyone hurt my two people or Alpine.”
“Bucky baby,” you run after Bucky. “I was joking. They won’t try to kill us. Let’s just forget about them and have dinner.”
“No! I will check the windows and doors first.”
“You remember that Edith is still running security at our house, right?” Steve sighs as his husband doesn't listen. “Baby, I swear they are harmless, and Fury made sure someone is keeping an eye on them.”
Bucky asks, "What?" and you jerk your head toward your husband. “Steve, what are you hiding from us?”
“You’re not the only ones wanting to make sure we can enjoy retirement and live a normal life. The background check didn't satisfy Fury."
“Now you got me really worried," you huff. “Bucky let’s check the house together. Stevie, follow us. We got to stay together not like people in a horror movie always walking around a creepy house alone…”
“Y/N…Bucky,” Steve groans. “I was joking… Babes? Hey…”
Steve needed almost an hour to convince you and Bucky that your new neighbors are no threat. He regretted his joke and apologized repeatedly during dinner.
Now you are cuddling on the sofa like most nights. You are resting your back against Steve’s chest while Bucky places his head in your lap.
“Do you think they are planning to mow their lawn soon? It looks awful," you ask.
Steve and Bucky start laughing at your question.
You decide to keep a close eye on your new neighbors. No matter what Fury and Steve say...
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#lgbtqbingo#stuckybingo#allcapsbingo#stucky x reader#stucky x you#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky x y/n#Neighborhood watch#fluff
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> Be me
> Walk into local coffee shop to talk to the barista I have a crush on
> I give her my number
> Things are going great
> cop walks in
> cop immediately beats the shit out of me
> Why is my life like this?
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"You're on your own- So what? Have you gone blind? Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?" (x)
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For Sale: Bird Wings (Never Worn)
❤️ Read on AO3
💛 Complete! - 7/7 chapters - 37k words
💚 More Neighborhood Watch AU
I just finished a chill, T-rated found family 'fic from my "Life Series but it's a single timeline" AU project. Check it out!
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Synopsis: When Grian Ties’g was 16, the last Totem of Undying in the known world swapped his soul with the Grian one universe to the left… sparing him a perma-death, but at what cost?
An overwhelmed Grian Xelqua - who did not sign up for this, thank you very much - jolts awake in a world where Red Names are no joke and stealing someone’s life is fair play.
And a very Red Tango now has a sword at his throat. ❤️
(First 1,300 words under the cut)
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For Sale: Bird Wings (Never Worn)
Those Who Came Before
🖤 🖤 ❤️
The first Totem of Undying in the Four Lands passed through the wrinkled hands of many wealthy folks in Crimson City before falling into possession of a princess who went Red young and fled her home. She kept it all her life, but when the time came to breathe her last, she unwound it from its place at her bosom and clasped it around the neck of her only son.
"I've lived enough," she simply said. "I've led so long and you've been faithful. Go now and do as you see fit with your given lives."
Steve Wandering watched his mother die as he had watched his father, burying the memories of both with shovel and silence. He'd always been a silent man. He took up his sword and from then on traveled decade after decade, sharing food with the needy and braving the hissing creatures of the night. He invented many things, discovered many treasures, and died glorious in a fight against the Dragon That Ends All.
And lived.
And lost those memories like the wind.
The second Totem of Undying in the Four Lands belonged to Alex Wolftamer in the east, who claimed to care not for the treasure passed down through her ancestral line of Wolf Kings and Queens. They had no palace, but called themselves such titles in their stand against Kingdom Crimson. Rather than flaunt that totem around her own neck, she wrapped it like a collar at the throat of her dog. Across the years, far too many people of sinister desire fought sword and pick to win her hand or win the hunting hound. It's with a shout and diamond axe that she lunged at the cloaked stranger who ventured through the valley forest. With cheery, bellyaching laugh, Herobrine caught her hand and spun her dangerously near the mountain drop.
"Why should I take from your beloved she-wolf?" he asked, and dangled a totem from his own wrist where she could see. "I've already got one. I did not come to take what loved ones gave unto you, but to inquire of your wisdom… for I have no one I love as much as you care for your dear wolf. I am but a cowardly man who's worn the totem for himself for security and peace. I cannot imagine surrendering it. Tell me, warrior… How did you find such inner peace?"
"Who says I have?"
"What ails you, then?"
"I fear the encroach of the Red Army. Their farms extend ever nearer to our forests. Their high-ranking officers, bearing the Hand mark upon their chests, come demanding tribute and insist we raise their banner. So many from our village have sought the safety of their walls. I wish for nothing but food for my dogs, repairs for my roof, and safe passage through the land."
"Ah… What have you done to incite their displeasure?"
"I haven't raised hand against them unless they've come directly in conflict with me."
"How frequent are their conflicts?"
"They've claimed our cows. They flood the roads to market with lava and have taken two lives- nearly three. They harass the trades I make with my own neighbors of my own free will."
"Let us go secretly, then, and burn the walls that have reached your valley's edge."
They married two years later, and it was four after that that Alex fell from a great height, one arm wrapped around her canine companion and the other reaching for a husband who lunged and missed her hand vanishing from the cliff. Alex hit the ground a block away from the rushing river that saved her dog.
And lived.
And lost those memories like rain. Not even the dog recognized her then, growling and nipping when Alex rose to her feet, and Snowflake followed Herobrine when they parted ways. They say he never took Snowflake's totem from her collar, but that Snowflake wriggled out of it the day after Alex died, took the chain in her teeth, and presented it to him with grief in her dark eyes. It may be just a story - a personification of a ragged beast - but it's a prettier tale than the alternative way this tale could end.
That third Totem of Undying, the one that Herobrine Mapcrafter wore on his wrist for much of his life, originated from the North. It tumbled through the hands of wizards and they say Herobrine was gifted it for his proven mastery in breaching the Nether dimension- the secrets of which had only been held by the Westlands until now.
Prior his apprenticeship beneath the wizards' eyes, he'd been raised a cartographer. Following the death of Alex, he took up mapmaking again with Snowflake by his side. He entered the Nether dimension for what he knew would be his final time. They never came out again and no record survives depicting full details. People speak often that he perhaps saved a community of Netherborn folks from a hissing, snarling Wither Boss that clawed its way out of the ground. Others whisper he released that Wither himself out of grief and wished for death. Witnesses claim he leapt before the beast, taking the hit on Snowflake's behalf.
And lived.
And lost those memories like they'd been scorched alive. They say he went mad, never the same again. Some claim they've seen Snowflake's white fur dashing through the Nether even now, her howl weeping for her masters and the moon and the feel of grass beneath her paws.
The last Totem of Undying in the Four Lands (rumor claimed) lay hidden in the Southlands. For three decades since the rise of the Dragon That Ends All, the unremarkable little thing drifted and tumbled and snagged or… something of the sort. Details unknown. It passed into the sewers at some undefinable point, where it floated until it didn't. It caught and clung to the sewer's edge year after year after year.
There it stayed until a ragtag tangle of friends - a trio - sought shelter in the tunnels after their brotherhood of Bad Boys split and turned against each other. They trekked without hesitation into the grime, for they were Red of name and disgust could graze them not. The youngest, with his gray and yellow wings, sat down near the entrance to clean an open wound. The eldest began to organize their meager food supply. The middle child, aged only 16, waded deeper through the passageway, wandering with little purpose but to scout for things to have; things to take. Red Lives, as a rule, are very, very greedy.
The totem lasted exactly 4 minutes and 36 seconds in Grian Ties'g's possession. He found it tangled among the filth and wasted no time taking it for himself. To prevent his fellow Bad Boys from sniping it away, he scrambled up a dirty shaft to the surface like an eel gifted flight. His wings were soaked from sewage water, so he did not fly. He bolted across the open field, laughing like a madman.
"Yes! YESSSS!"
His foot crossed a boundary line he never could have seen. Grian charged straight into a shrieker trap laced with TNT. Set them all off. He died to the gasping cheers of a Red who'd only just finished all the set-up. The last thing he ever heard was the "OH-hoh-hoh-ohhh!" of a shrieking onlooker. He blew up instantly, scarlet feathers and blobs of purple soul energy scattered in all directions. The central core melted free from flesh and dribbled to the ground in a gooey heap.
In a word? Perma-killed. The totem vaporized before anyone ever confirmed he had it, so people seek it in the Southlands even now (It might be right here; it's been hiding right here).
This story is not about that Grian. Not anymore. It's about the one who lived… whose memories do not match this world at all.
[ Full 'fic up on AO3 ]
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Backroom Entities
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Neighborhood Watch - Superman and Wonder Woman
#superwonder#smww4ever#superman#supermanwonderwoman#wonderwoman#truelove#superman wonderwoman#lovebirds#powercouple#supermanxwonderwoman#kal and diana#diana and kal#neighborhood watch
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Pine Point High School: Neighborhood Watch
Prologue:
The town of Pine Point lay nestled among the tall pines, its streets quiet, and its houses bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. For Emma, the new student at Pine Point High School, it was a fresh start—a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past and embrace the promise of a brighter future. As she gazed out at the idyllic town from her bedroom window, a sense of hope and anticipation filled her heart.
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
On her first day at Pine Point High School, Emma's nerves fluttered like a trapped butterfly in her chest. The school's brick facade loomed before her, and she took a deep breath before stepping through the front doors. Inside, the bustling hallways were alive with the chatter of students and the sound of lockers slamming shut. As she made her way to her first class, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of making new friends and starting fresh.
In English class, Emma found herself seated next to a friendly girl named Sarah, who welcomed her with a warm smile. The two quickly hit it off, bonding over their shared love of books and movies. Sarah introduced Emma to a group of students who were part of the school's Neighborhood Watch program—a student-led initiative aimed at promoting safety and community spirit in Pine Point.
Chapter 2: Secrets Unveiled
As Emma settled into her new life in Pine Point, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the town than met the eye. Strange occurrences seemed to whisper through the air, a subtle undercurrent of unease that lingered at the edges of her consciousness. The members of the Neighborhood Watch, including the charismatic and enigmatic Ryan, seemed to be privy to these secrets, their eyes always watchful, their expressions guarded.
One evening, as Emma walked home from school, she stumbled upon a group of students gathered in a secluded corner of the town square. They were huddled around a map, their voices low and urgent. Curiosity piqued, Emma approached them, only to be met with silence and wary glances. Ryan, the leader of the group, fixed her with a penetrating stare before beckoning her closer.
Chapter 3: The Watchful Eye
Emma's initiation into the Neighborhood Watch was swift and unexpected. Ryan led her on a nighttime patrol of the town, his steps sure and purposeful as he guided her through the shadowed streets. As they walked, Ryan shared stories of Pine Point's past—tales of lost souls and forgotten tragedies that lingered in the town's collective memory like ghosts in the mist.
The more Emma learned about the town's history, the more she began to sense a darkness that seemed to seep from the very soil of Pine Point. The members of the Neighborhood Watch spoke in hushed tones of strange happenings and unexplained phenomena, their eyes darting nervously as if expecting something sinister to emerge from the shadows at any moment.
Chapter 4: Shadows of Doubt
Tensions simmered within the group as Emma's investigations brought her closer to the truth. Whispers of betrayal and hidden agendas floated on the air like smoke, casting a pall over the once-united members of the Neighborhood Watch. Ryan, once a steadfast leader, now seemed distant and aloof, his gaze haunted by secrets he refused to share.
One night, as Emma patrolled the town alone, she stumbled upon a hidden chamber beneath the old town hall—a chamber filled with ancient artifacts and cryptic symbols that spoke of a past shrouded in darkness. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt: Pine Point held secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined, and the Neighborhood Watch was at the center of it all.
Chapter 5: The Final Showdown
As Emma delved deeper into the mysteries of Pine Point, she uncovered a sinister plot that threatened to unravel the very fabric of the town. The members of the Neighborhood Watch, once allies, now stood divided, their loyalties tested, and their trust shattered. Emma knew that the time had come to confront the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of Pine Point and put an end to the danger that threatened to consume them all.
With the help of her friends in the Neighborhood Watch, Emma embarked on a perilous journey to uncover the truth behind the town's dark history. As they delved deeper into the shadows, they encountered malevolent forces that sought to thwart their every move, testing their courage and resolve in ways they could never have imagined.
Epilogue:
The dust settled in Pine Point as Emma and her friends stood amidst the ruins of the darkness that had threatened to engulf their town. The Neighborhood Watch, once fractured, now stood united in the face of adversity, their bond forged in the crucible of danger and deception. As the sun set over Pine Point, casting a golden glow over the town, Emma knew that their work was far from over—but with the strength of their friendship and the light of hope guiding their way, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
\"Pine Point High School: Neighborhood Watch\" is a gripping tale of mystery, friendship, and the power of community in the face
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Neighborhood Watch procreate Timelapse
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NCIS LA Season 14 Countdown, Day 11
A/N: This one is for Neighborhood Watch.
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When It’s Over
“So, what are you doing tonight?” Kensi asked, pausing in the process of packing everything she’d collected over the last few weeks into her go bags. She’d just been tossing it in at random while Deeks took a more methodical route, actually folding his t-shirts into neat squares. He stopped too, a dress shirt hanging from one hand while he held a belt in the other.
“Mm, probably check out what’s gone bad in the fridge, walk Monty. I bet here’s forgotten who I am by now,” Deeks replied with a shrug. “What about you?”
“Well, my plans aren’t nearly as exciting as yours. Just me, the biggest burger I can find, some beer, and Tyra Banks.”
“Ooh, a burger sounds amazing.” He scratched at his chin, glancing around the room. “I guess you’ll be glad to have time to yourself again. To starfish in peace.”
“Ok, I’m not that bad,” Kensi protested. “And you,” she waved a bunched up bra at him without thinking, but surprisingly, he didn’t say anything. “You mutter in your sleep sometimes. And hog all the hot water.”
“Truly reprehensible,” Deeks teased, flashing a grin before he carefully folded the shirt and tucked it in among the jeans he’d already rolled up.
They’d definitely spent way too much time together on this op. Neither of them could hide any of their little faults, or eccentricities. It was all laid bare as they played house.
Honestly, it was kind of terrifying to think about because as close as they’d become in their partnership, there’d still been a certain level of distance. Now, those boundaries were paper thin and Kensi found herself reluctant to build them up again.
She heard Deeks humming under his breath, a habit he was prone to during mindless activities, and she turned to watch him as he worked. A smile crept over her lips.
“Hey, how about you we grab dinner together?” Deeks looked over his shoulder at her suggestion, raising an eyebrow.
“Didn’t you just get done agreeing that you’d be glad to get rid of me.”
“I did. You were really annoying some of the time, but, uh, this wasn’t as bad as I though it would be,” Kensi admitted, making Deeks turn around completely. “The companionship was kind of nice.”
“Oh my god, that’s practically like an ‘I love you’ coming from you. I’m not sure I can handle this level of adoration.”
“You know, if you’re going to be a smart ass, I can always rescind the offer.”
“No, no, I’m finished,” he said, quickly, pausing for a second before he added, “I would love to have a burger with you.”
“Alright.” Kensi nodded, feeling oddly nervous. “Well, then hurry up. Because I’m starving.”
She stuffed the rest of her clothes in the bag, telling herself once again that this was nothing. It was normal. It was just partners sharing a meal.
#ncis la fanfiction#marty deeks#kensi blye#ncis la season 14 countdown#neighborhood watch#fluff#they’re just partners#ejzah fanfiction
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Goodneighbor's neighborhood watch are as good at recognizing a synth as this guy is at recognizing the player character that smacked a chicken three towns over.
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Your fic "Shut Up and Fish" got me thinking... are you implying that Grian's snail is a spark?
"Shut Up and Fish"
"That's hard," Grian concedes, not looking up. The pink snail's watching, its tail patting the dirt. Grian cradles the turquoise snail's limp eyestalk in his hand. Snails are tricky creatures… They don't signal their injuries with the crook of their tails like dogs do, and they're not immune to fall damage like cats. Gingerly, easily, he brings the snail's neck to his chest and gives it a little hug. He makes a little noise. This world is beautiful if you know where to look.
"Please," begs the voice in the wrinkles of his damp and dripping clothes. "You'd be a better dad to Tim. You'd be a better husband- I want what YOU have… That's MY life. Give me back my body!"
Grian ignores this, peppering sloppy kisses on the snail's sweet head. It nudges into him, cuddly and sloppy and alive. Beautiful, sparked son of a thing. He'll tell Grumbot sometime, but Grumbot might not love to know he's got a snail for a younger brother now. And he laughs again, because it's stupid. It's just… It's really stupid. But he nuzzles the snail and the snail nuzzles back, and the voice in his head wails and scratches at him in the strain of Gem's boat anchor against the pebbles and sand.
In the Pixels Imperfect canon, a creature or build that is portrayed as having sentience beyond that of its basic mob AI (if applicable) needs an AI spark. Grumbot and Jrumbot are perfect examples of "portrayed as sentient" vs. "offhand joke about the build being a child, but not followed through with." Jrumbot is a non-sentient build and Grumbot is a sentient one.
Grian's snail is played as sentient - Grian even makes a huge deal about Scar "not playing the game right and making the snails do things they wouldn't do" - so in the Pixels canon, the snail is a sparked build.
Sparks don't have to be perceived as offspring- they simply embody whatever the intended roleplay was. Grumbot initially referred to Grian and Mumbo as Creator 1 and Creator 2 in Hermitcraft canon, then swapped to addressing them as dads after a certain point (to their surprise), which underscores the idea that in-universe, he is sentient and making his own decisions.
That said, Grian considers the snail his biological son, yes. His baby boy who does crime.
I have some news about Box from Double Life, wheeze...... BigB made it VERY clear in canon that Box is sentient enough to "say its first word," and Ren jumped up and down all giddy exclaiming that he was "such a proud papa," confirming that he sees it as his child.
When they're in couple's therapy, BigB explains that he "knew Ren would like it if Box had a hand so it could reach out and give him a hug." Also, special spotlight on BigB bragging about how "Box is going to need to find a soulmate" because that's so funny. I like how after BigB goes red, he invites Martyn to Box, he says "We look forward to seeing you. That's 'we' as in me and Box."
Shout-out to Martyn and Cleo getting "We will take care of Box in your absence" signed and agreed by Ren and BigB "by law and by will." Sorry you two are horribly broken up, but congrats on ur giant son. They will not nurture it, but they will definitely look at it and go "... Huh."
Guess who has one thumb, canonically wears a monocle and walks around looking like it's been "punched in the face," is technically in the Clocker family tree via Martyn, rocks he/it pronouns, and is heir apparent to Dogwarts in the Neighborhood Watch AU.
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RT @white_rice_wins: 私が小学生くらいの時にさ、母がスーパーで買い物してるのを端っこのベンチで座って待ってたんだよね。そしたら見知らぬババアが隣に座ってきて、母が来るまでずっと話しかけてきた。私は「なんだこのババアは」って不思議に思ってたんだけど、今思うと守ってくれてたんだな。ありがとう、ババア
— (RTs) (@i11ness)
May 27, 2022
https://twitter.com/i11ness/status/1530288650311069696
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#NowWatching Better Watch Out (2016) 🔪💀🎄
“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔-𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎?”
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