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(Adalynn's POV)
Mason's sister Molly and her husband Elijah visited us for Easter, and whilst they were here they announced that they're moving to Willowcreek and that they're expecting a baby! They've been married for a few years now and have been praying for a baby, so we're all overjoyed for them to be on this journey to being parents. Angie says that she's had the most blessed weekend, with easter and Molly's news happening all in one weekend. Elijah's job in Oasis Springs has an office here in Willowcreek and he just got a promotion that involved them moving here. For the next few weeks, Molly and I will be pregnant together for the first (and I hope not the last) time ever.
Madelynn and Tabitha were also excited at Molly's news! Molly has gotten to know the other girls better whenever she and Elijah would visit us here in Willowcreek. Madelynn and I have been discussing the end of the school year, she sends Lester to a homeschool co-op in our area that uses the same curriculum that I use with our boys plus other supplementary ones. Mason and I have been considering the co-op as the boys get older, but for now while they're in junior school I feel like I should be in control of their education. Tabitha had her baby Ember earlier in the spring, so now she's got a toddler and a newborn to wrangle.
I feel so blessed when I think about the fact that part of our church family is our actual family, sometimes I feel bad that the boys don't get to grow up with their cousins like some of my other nieces and nephews, but seeing them play with my cousins kids makes up for that. Technically the kids are second cousins, so that's close enough for me.
Only a few more weeks to go before baby #9 joins us! Because of Parker and Lana's wedding we didn't get to do a small weekend away, but we're taking the time to soak in these last few moments with the boys before we get thrown into the cycle of having a newborn in the house again.
(AN) One last time before the baby's here, guess what you think it'll be! Last poll had a 50/50 split, so lets see what this one will be.
#fundie sims#fundiesims#quiverfull sims#quiver full sims#collins family#collins legacy#sims 4 legacy#modest sims#homeschool sims#sims 4 easter#gen 3#Mason and Adalynn#Carter and madelynn#Tanner and Tabitha#Molly and Elijah#gen 4#post#redoing the family tree reminded me of masons sister#who would be a good side character as adalynns in-law#been dropping casual birth announcements from the other characters so that at harvestfest the random children arent a surprise#they all go to the same church but theyre definitely not all quiverfull#carter and madelynn are having 1 more kid at some point in the next 5 years#tanner and tabitha are set for between 4 and 6 children depending on how her births go#molly and her husband are quiverfull but the way that her fertility is set up...
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Catfight incident aside, the Smithy is running as smoothly as ever. Roland was really putting himself out there on the sales floor, his easy-going personality and smooth ways earning him fast favor with the customers - and money, too! He got a 'Earned §5,000' memory, which coincided with the Smithy rising to Rank 8!
Only two more levels to go and we'll have our first maxed business in the BaCC! 😁
#sims 2#ts2#sims#gameplay#bacc#wb gameplay#wyverns bay#wagamese#wagamese week 3#tom wagamese#roland pelletier#adam tanner#ambrose gui#wb townies#tabitha dawson#pets#rufus the dog#mine
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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 33
Fandom: Deltarune
‘Verse: Human AU
Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]
Characters: Spamton Addison, T.M. Tanner, Leroux Kaard, Lance O'Toole, GiGi McCray
Rating: Mature
Chapter title: Sweet And Sour Grapes
Chapter summary: Spamton and T.M. fit a lot more into a Sunday morning than either of the two of them had planned.
Author notes:
Again, apologies for the delay in posting. I did not intend to take TWO MONTHS between chapters. I work retail, so yes, the winter holidays definitely eat away at my writing time each year. But offline life, which is Always Interesting [insert sarcastic emoji here] decided to get Even More Interesting this year, and I've had to spend more time than I'd like clearing up the wreckage.
Anyway. On to the chapter. Warnings as always for angst and dark themes, sprinkled in amongst the fluph.
My thanks to @jaimistoryteller for last-minute beta-reading and hand-holding while I dithered over some of the details.
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“You know, you’re the first person I’ve met who thinks in music the way I do.”
“R-really?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” T.M. straightened up from where she’d been reshelving the LPs and CDs that Spamton handed her, one at a time. She was filing albums that had aged out from being “new acquisitions” and could be added to the radio station’s core library, housed in Prodo in a recessed alcove.
When T.M. had invited Spamton along this morning after breakfast, she had explained this was her usual Sunday task, self-imposed of course, but one that gave her enormous satisfaction.
Spamton got the impression that T.M. didn’t invite just anyone to do this task with her.
But things had changed between them since last night.
This morning should have been awkward as hell, once Spamton realized that there was an extra person in his and Swatch’s bed.
But, surprisingly, it wasn’t.
His brain registered that he must have fallen asleep in his clothes, as had Swatch. Spamton still had his arms around Swatch and his face buried in Swatch’s slightly scratchy sweater. That was normal.
What wasn’t normal was the warmth at his back… a warmth that felt like someone else’s back.
Spamton remembered T.M. lying down behind him last night. He himself had turned over to clamber onto Swatch, as was the nightly pattern for them both.
He remembered that she had put an arm loosely over his shoulders, not tightly under his arms and around his waist.
She had been an anchor, not a restraint.
He cautiously moved from his usual position on his right side, to gradually be half on his back, half on his left side.
A head of blonde hair with aqua-blue tips was on a pillow next to him. Half under blankets, he also saw an arm clad in a black and silver sweater with a cat-and-moon pattern.
The puzzle pieces came together then as Spamton remembered blowing an emotional gasket the night before and apologetically telling T.M. that it would be all right if she stayed over. He had felt awful about ruining the cuddle puddle the three of them had had going, but he couldn’t stop all of the rage at Mike from choking him.
Still, it wasn’t T.M.’s fault that he was a screwed-up mess.
Not only was everyone in their clothes, but he was lying on top of the big comforter. At some point either Swatch or T.M. must have gotten up to find an extra pillow and extra blankets to throw over all three of them.
Cozy and reassuring.
He must have twitched, or his breathing must have changed, because his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice asking, “Y-You awake?”
"Yes," he managed to croak out, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
And then Spamton woke up for real.
His arms were still around Swatch, but the two of them were the only ones in the bed.
The sensations of three, not two, had felt so real, though.
He resolved to mull the night over later. First things first… nature was calling. No, more accurately, nature was SCREAMING.
He carefully disengaged himself from Swatch, who remained deeply asleep. Not that Spamton blamed them. Swatch had definitely earned a morning of sleeping in.
The question on the tip of Spamton's mind was answered when he sat up and put his hand down on a piece of paper. T.M. had left a note.
Gonna crash on the couch. Wake me up and we can do breakfast.
He quickly grabbed some clothes to change into in the small downstairs bathroom.
When he headed into the living room, T.M. was already pulling herself up into a sitting position on the couch. Spamton felt a tiny flash of amusement at her hair sticking out in various directions. For once she was the rumpled one.
"Morning, Short Stuff," she greeted him. "Guess you saw my note." Her voice sounded normal… chipper, sweet, no hidden undertones.
"Uh huh,” he answered. “Should we - should we wait f-for Swatch?"
She flung off the blanket she’d been using and stood up, stretching. "Nah, let them sleep. We can go to the caf, I still have guest points from last semester."
That was a relief to him, although he would have been willing to pay his way. "Okay. B-but let me leave a note."
“Sure thing.”
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There was an unexpected delay before breakfast, unexpected at least on Spamton’s part. T.M. insisted on stopping by her dorm first to change clothes, saying, “Esther will never let me live it down if she sees me for breakfast in the same outfit I showed up for dinner in!”
Spamton grinned at that. He remembered Esther from last semester. He was fond of her because she never made a fuss or gave him the side-eye when he asked her to halve the portion of whatever was being served at mealtimes, unlike some of the other staff who would make height jokes in response to his request. And another trait that endeared Esther to him was she seemed to believe that every day should be Talk Like A Pirate Day.
He hadn’t expected to be greeted by a pair of actual pirates when T.M. unlocked the door to her suite.
The shorter of the two barely came up to Spamton's waist, brandishing what looked like a garden trowel. He wore a jaunty black cardboard hat, decorated with a skull and crossbones. Otherwise his outfit was that of any other kindergartner. He had soft, baby-fine brown hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples in his pale cheeks.
“Ho ho! I’m the bad guy!” the smaller pirate chortled, sticking his tongue out. The taller, wearing a similar homemade hat, was quick to say, "Lancelot Roland O'Toole! Standeth down, swabby. These be fellow captains here to parley." Leroux followed this up almost immediately by mouthing, half-silently, "Please playeth alonge."
Leroux's admonishment was apparently acceptable, because Lance looked back, smiled, and replied, "okay, lesser dad", as he put his improvised weapon away.
T.M. stepped into the conversational breach as she strode into the living room. She intoned, "Permission to come aboard, Captains?" At the young boy's almost regal nod, a sharp contrast to his delighted grin, she bent down to shake Lance's hand, then pointed behind her to introduce Spamton.
"Pirate Lancelot, this is Pirate Stanton. Please treat him as an honored guest."
There was the sound of laughter from the next room, followed by GiGi's voice chiming in with the comment, "Welcome To The Poop Deck!"
Leroux looked pained, but rolled his eyes fondly and shrugged in a what can you do kind of way. T.M. rolled her own eyes back at him in a far less fond manner and continued, "And if you good shipmates will excuse me, I'm feeling filthy as a bilge rat."
She moved off in what Spamton presumed was the direction of her own room, tossing over her shoulder as she went, "If Pirate Regina has used up all the hot water and not left any for my shower, I'm going to make her walk the plank."
The kindergartner giggled at that, and then grabbed Spamton’s hand, tugging him towards a chair. Leroux followed, pulling his own pirate hat off and running a dark hand through his silvery beaded braids. He sat on the couch next to a pile of winter coats, and Lance plopped himself down to sit on the floor.
"Stan-ton. That’s a funny name. Your hair is funny too. Can I call you Grunkle Stan?"
It took Spamton a few seconds to realize what Lance was referencing, but once he did, he decided to roll with it. He leaned forward in his chair and answered in a gravelly voice, doing his best to disguise his stutter, "Kid, I think you’re m-mixing me up with Ford. But I'll take that as a compliment!"
That response had Lance literally rolling on his back laughing and waving his feet in the air. GiGi came into the room, stuffing one last textbook into her backpack, and commented, “Watch where you’re kicking, little guy. Remember to respect the pottery.” Leroux got to his own feet, saying, “Cometh now, my irrepressible prince, it is time to go.”
“Okay!” The little boy grabbed his coat off the pile, and then handed GiGi hers, saying, “Here you go, girldad.”
Spamton was impressed by the kid’s good manners, but was starting to feel confused about the dynamics in the room. Leroux picked up on the vibe and shot Spamton a worried look disguised by a smile, saying, “Always good to see you. I hope to get a chance to talketh more with you at the next staffe meeting.” He grabbed his own coat from the arm of the couch, and the three left the apartment.
What was THAT all about? Spamton mused to himself. You’d think this was THEIR home and that T.M. was the visitor.
And, furthermore, it was one thing to know that his boss at the radio station had a child; it was another thing to meet that child and to realize that the little boy looked nothing like Leroux and didn’t even share his last name. And what was the deal with the kid calling Leroux his “lesser dad”?
The thought crossed Spamton’s mind that the old Gainsboro Stanton Addison would have felt obligated to be appalled, assuming the nickname was a rude one on the child’s part. He was glad to find himself intrigued instead, and felt vindicated in his hard-fought-for belief that family was where you found it.
But if this was how GiGi treated T.M. in the apartment that they were supposed to share, it was no wonder that T.M. found excuses to study, eat, and sleep elsewhere.
The possibility of asking T.M. to move into the townhouse with him and Swatch flashed across his mind once again. Swatch had even joked about it last night, before everything had gone pear-shaped.
Then it’s settled. None of us are ever leaving this couch again. Sorry, Moggy, you live here now.
Swatch had been joking, hadn’t they?
The lady herself appeared in the doorway not even a moment later and interrupted his further reflection on the topic. T.M. was wearing a deep purple sweater with a wide leather belt, as well as skinny jeans tucked into knee-high fringed boots. She shrugged herself into her studded leather jacket. “Sorry to leave you with the pirate crew, but I really was going to crawl out of my skin if I didn’t get cleaned up. You ready for breakfast?”
“V-very ready.”
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“J-just so I know what you - you mean by ‘thinking in m-music’, do you mean you actually see scenes from your life as song - song lyrics?” That wasn’t exactly what he meant to say, but Spamton was finding it hard to lay his hands on the words he wanted.
T.M. looked over at him and tilted her head to the side. “Not quite, but that sounds really cool, too. Like those AMVs that people make for their favorite characters. No, what I mean is, it sounds to me like when someone says something to you, your brain leaps immediately into responding with a song lyric.”
“Huh. I d-don’t know that I ever p-put two and two t-t-together like that, but you may be on to something.” A suspicion crossed his mind and he blurted out, before he could think better of it, “Hey. Is this about - about last night? Because I’m still tired of talking about Mike.”
She picked up an empty album jacket and tapped him gently on the head with it. “It’s not always about you. But his name was Mike, huh?”
Spamton was torn between wanting to curse himself out for letting Mike's name slip and wanting to laugh out loud at how slyly she'd maneuvered him, so he settled for a snort and a smirk, saying, “Give the lucky lady ten points, she only needs another ten to win the kewpie doll.”
T.M. smirked back at him at that, and then gave him a piercing look. “You know, Swatch was right. Your stutter really DOES go away when you’re pissed off.”
How was he supposed to answer that?
At the sight of his conflicted expression, T.M. rushed in to continue, “Don’t blame Swatch. They didn’t give up any secrets about you. We were talking about Leroux, believe it or not, and how all that ‘ye olde Englishe’ pose of his goes away when he’s really serious about something, and Swatch mentioned something about when Catto tried to go two hours without talking, and then got a fit of hiccups for another two hours, and God, I’m just babbling and making things worse and putting my foot deeper in my mouth, aren’t I?”
She looked so stricken as she said that last bit that Spamton had to laugh. “N-no, you’re fine. If I - I think about it, it’s actually f-f-flattering to know my partner talks about me to his best friend.”
“Damn straight,” T.M. replied in a relieved voice. “They really love you, you know. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“Oh, I d-don’t. We - we got that settled after the initial m-m-m-misunderstanding.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“But about last night…”
Spamton had to reach up to do it, but he used the same empty record album jacket [NURSERY CRYME by Genesis] to whap her on the head. “Let’s t-t-talk about you, not me, T.M.”
She crinkled her eyes and wrinkled her nose at him with an exaggerated sigh. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Do we have all day?”
His phone chose that moment to interrupt with a text notification, and he held it out to her so she could read it.
From: SWATCH
Sunday: 10:52
Got your note, thank you {REALLY} for letting me sleep. Didn’t know how much I needed it. You coming back here before your work shift or should I meet you at Luigi’s after?
“Well, then. If you don’t mind hanging out with me, instead of flying back to Birdman, I suppppppppppppppose I can let you in on my deep dark secrets,” T.M. said flippantly.
Spamton matched her tone and replied, “Mmmmm, dish to me baby, I love me some d-deep dish.” He typed back to Swatch, It makes sense if I just stay on campus for now and meet up at Luigi’s later. And are we food shopping tonight? It’s supposed to snow this week.
The answer came back immediately. Sounds good. Although I’ll believe snow when I see it. I’m walking around topless. And bottomless.
He grinned to himself and texted, Promise?
“Oh my God, you’re actually blushing! You two are so cute and domestic, I’m gonna melt into goop, I swear.”
Spamton’s grin froze. He'd forgotten in the few brief moments of his texting exactly who was still peering over his shoulder.
He looked up at T.M. in embarrassment, but her face was neither mocking nor judgemental, and her next words sounded thoughtful, as though they weren’t meant to reach his ears. “I wish I had what you and Swatch have.”
Should he pretend he hadn’t heard?
The decision was taken out of his hands. While he was trying to come up with something to say, T.M. brushed him aside, physically as well as verbally by muttering, “Be right back,” as she beat a hasty exit from the Prodo studio.
When she came back, Spamton put on a show of needing to also hit the restroom, to give her a moment. He took his time, but not excessively so. On his return, he noticed that the door to Prodo was closed and the electric RECORDING IN SESSION! DO NOT DISTURB! sign was lit up over the transom.
After a few nerve-wracking moments, T.M. opened the door and let him in, but the sign stayed lit. She closed the door behind him, turned away and shimmied up to perch on the counter behind the mixing board, kicking her legs nervously. She pointed her finger at him and asked, for all the world sounding like a prophet of doom, “Do you have a ‘Go To Hell’ playlist? I think everyone should have a ‘Go To Hell’ playlist.”
Spamton took a seat near her on one of the office stools, swiveling pensively back and forth on its casters. “That’s - that’s a fair question. I assume you h-have one of your own?”
She nodded. “I’ve actually got multiples. And lucky me, one of them is three-quarters of the songs on one album.”
“Huh.”
“But I need a new playlist for my current situation.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. My mother wants to marry some guy she's known for all of four months and move to fucking New Jersey to breed racehorses.”
She let that sink in, and he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “That’s - yeah, that’s what I’d c-call…. Something. I d-d-don’t know what I’d call it, but… yeah.” Spamton could see how upset T.M. was, even without having any context. He felt like it was his turn to be dancing in a minefield.
“What it is, my friend, is pure unadulterated narcissistic selfishness.” T.M.’s voice rose with every word, until she was practically screaming. “The woman didn’t ask me, she TOLD me. On Tuesday night. Right before you stopped by. And she doesn’t even have the decency to wait until I graduate. She’s got all her plans set for the end of April. So just like Swatch, in a couple of months I’ll have no home either…”
She paused for breath, and then spoke more calmly. “It doesn’t bug me when you and Swatch make goo-goo eyes at each other, not like GiGi and Leroux. Because I’ve got a gut feeling that you and my Swatchy are going to go the distance, and I’m also pretty sure that GiGi’s going to get bored… or scared… and dump Leroux. I just feel bad for Leroux’s kid… he’ll latch onto anyone who shows him the tiniest scrap of affection.” She snorted as a thought seemed to strike her. “Too damn relatable.”
That was a bomb that Spamton didn’t even want to START defusing. Too damn relatable for me, too.
T.M. seemed to have run out of steam by then. They both sat there in silence for a few minutes, until T.M. said, entirely too brightly, “So! Before you head off for your library job. How’s about a little music therapy?”
"For you, or f-for me?"
"Tell you what. Make it interesting, let's each pick one song." She wore more of a rictus than a smile. "You go first."
He nodded uneasily. "Okay. B-but I need - need a minute."
Spamton closed his eyes to give the impression that he was thinking hard, but almost as soon as T.M. had mentioned a "Go To Hell" playlist, he knew one song that should be on his. It had been a staple on the “psychic jukebox” at The Grass Roots Tavern; he remembered that John the bartender always used to make rude comments when it came on, so he never picked it himself. But the song satisfied something dark in Spamton’s soul.
“G-got it,” he said now, opening his eyes. He flipped through the CD racks until he found the Billy Talent album he was looking for. He fitted the disc into the slot on the mixing board, adjusted the volume so that it was loud, but not likely to burst anyone’s eardrums, and hit the “play” button.
I stumble through the wreckage
Rusted from the rain
There's nothing left to salvage
No one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors
I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
Dissect me 'til my blood runs
Down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping
Oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man
Don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on, crush me like a flower
Rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power
Beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards
You're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
You hung me like a picture
Now I'm just a frame
I used to be your lapdog
Now I'm just a stray
Shackled in the graveyard
Left here to decay
Left here to decay
Left here to decay
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on, crush me like a flower
Rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power
Beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards
You're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
He hadn’t realized that he’d closed his eyes again and was practically panting until T.M.’s voice broke through the blood-red haze of his rage. Tears soaked his eyelashes as he blinked at her behind his glasses. She was sitting on the other swivel stool next to him, holding his hands gently but firmly in hers.
“Wow, man. Just… wow. That wasn’t what I expected you to pick, but it kind of proves my point.”
He thought he’d gotten all the poison out when he’d broken down all those times in front of Ballew after Ballew had found him and brought him home.
When he’d verbally vomited up all the details to Dr. George and to his therapist, in his months of treatment, about what he’d put his body through during his homeless stretch.
When he’d outlined the timeline of his rise and fall to Swatch a few days ago.
Would there never be an end to it?
“Your turn,” he said gruffly, his throat feeling like he’d swallowed a handful of razor blades and then washed them down with a mug of bile. “T-tell me who you hate as much as I - I hate Mike.”
T.M. had an odd expression on her face as she dropped his hands and pressed the “play” button for her own selection. “Take a wild guess,” she said quietly as the voice of Tori Amos rolled out from the speakers.
Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Just what god needs, one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself every day
I crucify myself and my heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains
Chains
Got a kick for a dog begging for love
I got to have my suffering so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter, he says, will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself every day
I crucify myself and my heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains
Chains
Please be
Save me
I cry
And now T.M. was crying as the piano notes reached a crescendo along with Tori’s wails of anguish.
Spamton didn’t think, he acted.
He only wanted to comfort his friend.
But somehow he ended up half in her lap and she half in his, one of her legs trapped between both of his, her hands in his hair, his hands cupping her face, the two of them just one heartbeat away from kissing.
#deltarune#deltarune fanfiction#fic: call signs#spamton addison#tabitha montgomery tanner#sylph writes
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so my personal head canon about the binghams is that they were a relatively normal mormon family (high number of kids, at least eight that we know of; at least one set of multiples; age range in quick succession; elder siblings caring for younger ones) and then when the mother died (which I would place around 1984) the dad threw himself into work and the house went nuts. which is why the younger ones (cornelius, tanner, tatum, tabitha, sterling) react by going all lord of the flies; the middles try to parentify themselves (unnamed sister & peter preparing dinner, suzie being suzie); and the eldest rebels (eden), although she still generally tries to keep the siblings from dying while dad locks himself in his office. this makes almost everything about their appearance in canon make sense to me, although not everything, including their names, which are all over the fucking place.
#stranger things#kj stranger things thoughts#suzie bingham#eden bingham#cornelius bingham#peter bingham#tabitha bingham#sterling bingham#tanner bingham#tatum bingham#bingham family#stranger things 4#headcanon#stranger things hc
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I’ve Given It Some Thought And I Now Think The Last Episode Of Riverdale Season 6 Will FOREVER Be Iconic. But My Favourite Season Will Probably Always Be Season 4 Because Of The Whole Stone Wall Prep Story, The “Is Jughead Dead” Story, And… Oh Remember Mr. Honey. BUT My Favourite Season FINALE Is Definitely The Season 3 Finale Because It’s Just So Good.
#riverdale#betty cooper#lili reinhart#veronica lodge#camila mendes#jughead jones#cole sprouse#archie andrews#kj apa#tabitha tate#erinn westbrook#kevin keller#casey cott#toni topaz#vanessa morgan#fangs fogarty#drew ray tanner#reggie mantle#charles melton#cheryl blossom#madeleine petsch
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🚨Riverdale & Nancy Drew Premiere and Series Finale Dates🚨
Riverdale’s 7th and final season will premiere Wednesday, March 29 at 9pm ET.
Nancy Drew’s 4th and final season will premiere Wednesday, May 31 at 8pm ET.
Both shows will air their series finales on Wednesday, August 23.
RIVERDALE SEASON 7 SYNOPSIS:
The seventh season of RIVERDALE goes where no season of RIVERDALE has dared to go before—the 1950s! Picking up where last season ended, Jughead Jones (Cole Sprouse) finds himself trapped in the 1950s. He has no idea how he got there, nor how to get back to the present. His friends are no help, as they are living seemingly authentic lives, similar to their classic Archie Comics counterparts, unaware that they’ve ever been anywhere but the 1950’s. Archie Andrews (KJ Apa) is the classic all-American teen, coming of age, getting into trouble, and learning life-lessons; Betty Cooper (Lili Reinhart) is the girl next door, starting to question everything about her perfect life—including her controlling mother Alice (Madchen Amick); Veronica Lodge (Camila Mendes) is a Hollywood starlet who moved to Riverdale under mysterious circumstances; Cheryl Blossom (Madelaine Petsch) is the Queen Bee with a withering wit and a secret longing; Toni Topaz (Vanessa Morgan) is an activist fighting for the Black students of recently integrated Riverdale High; Kevin Keller (Casey Cott) is a “square” crooner wrestling with his sexual identity; Reggie Mantle (Charles Melton) is a basketball star from farm country; and Fangs Fogarty (Drew Ray Tanner) is a greaser who’s destined to be an Elvis-type star. It isn’t until Jughead is visited by Tabitha Tate (Erinn Westbrook)—Riverdale’s Guardian Angel—that he learns the cosmic truth about their predicament. Will Jughead and the gang be able to return to the present? Or will our characters be trapped in the 1950’s forever? And, if so…is that such a bad thing?
NANCY DREW SEASON 4 SYNOPSIS:
Season four of NANCY DREW begins as Nancy launches a new investigation to find a group of missing bodies from Horseshoe Bay’s cemetery that have been dug up and stolen—or have possibly risen. As Nancy is drawn into this ghostly case, a string of unexplained paranormal crimes leads the Drew Crew to believe that the literal sins of the town’s past have returned to haunt the living. Meanwhile, Nancy struggles with yearning for Ace, the man she loves. But when a slow-burning attraction begins between Nancy and the son of Ryan Hudson’s newest enemy, Nancy must decide whether this love interest is worth the ire of both her father and Ace—whose own heart may also be tempted by a new relationship. Nancy’s exploits this season will bring the Drew Crew numerous standalone cases, stunning twists, humor, and unexpected romances as they are drawn into a season-long mystery unlike any they have had to solve before. When Nancy’s efforts to protect her seaside hometown from the sins of its past backfire, she must do the unthinkable to save her friends from both the supernatural and earthbound threats coming for them—and it could cost her everything, and everyone, she’s ever loved.
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I am continuing my study of Acts 9. I started to wonder where is the town of Joppa so I researched that.
Joppa, known today as Jaffa, is an ancient city mentioned multiple times in the Bible. It was likely part of the land given to the tribe of Dan but was never fully possessed by them. Joppa served as the primary port city for Jerusalem and was where the timber for Solomon's temple and the rebuilding of God's temple arrived from Lebanon. Joppa is also significant for being the city to which Jonah fled before being sent to Nineveh by God. In the New Testament, Joppa is notable as the home of Simon the tanner, where Peter stayed and had his vision of unclean animals. Joppa was also the home of Tabitha, whom Peter raised from the dead.
I always find it strange when people say I don’t believe in the Bible. It’s like saying, I don’t believe in the ocean or the mountains. So much of the Bible is the history of modern humanity. It is a valuable book to anyone interested in knowledge and wisdom. Do you believe that there are facts in the Bible? Do you believe that there is power in the wisdom of the Bible?
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Tabitha Restored to Life
Miracle 24 - New Testament
Now there was in Joppa a disciple named Tabitha, which, translated, means Dorcas. She was full of good works and acts of charity. In those days she became ill and died, and when they had washed her, they laid her in an upper room. Since Lydda was near Joppa, the disciples, hearing that Peter was there, sent two men to him, urging him, “Please come to us without delay.” So Peter rose and went with them. And when he arrived, they took him to the upper room. All the widows stood beside him weeping and showing tunics and other garments that Dorcas made while she was with them. But Peter put them all outside, and knelt down and prayed; and turning to the body he said, “Tabitha, arise.” And she opened her eyes, and when she saw Peter she sat up. And he gave her his hand and raised her up. Then, calling the saints and widows, he presented her alive. And it became known throughout all Joppa, and many believed in the Lord. And he stayed in Joppa for many days with one Simon, a tanner. - Acts 9:36-43
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St. Peter came to Joppa as the Lord led him & he stayed in the home of Simon the Tanner. In Joppa, there were many healings & salvations including the healing of Tabitha. This is old Joppa & somewhere in this area Peter resided.
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Okay, my thoughts on the new description.
(some under a cut because, you know, it's me and I share many opinions that perhaps I shouldn't)
In the style of @raymondebidochonlifechoices's hilarious recap of RAS' interview, though perhaps a bit less hilarious.
The seventh season of Riverdale goes where no season of Riverdale has dared to go before—the 1950s!
Wonder why we've never been there before. Not because it's fucking stupid, but because it took till now for Ted Sullivan to have this absolute brainchild that will revolutionize the show.
Picking up where last season ended, Jughead Jones (Sprouse) finds himself trapped in the 1950s. He has no idea how he got there, nor how to get back to the present.
The writers: We watch our own show, what are you talking about? We remembered that plot point, didn't we! Aren't you proud of us? Huh? Aren't you?
His friends are no help, as they are living seemingly authentic lives, similar to their classic Archie Comics counterparts, unaware that they’ve ever been anywhere but the 1950s.
Oh rats, because typically, they are an absolute bastion of support and assistance.
Archie Andrews (Apa) is the classic all-American teen, coming of age, getting into trouble, and learning life-lessons
S1-25 year old teen - absolutely insufferable Archie is back, and this time, he's even more unaware! Hopefully with less grooming, especially from a show that is convinced it's making a profound social statement.
Betty Cooper (Reinhart) is the girl next door, starting to question everything about her perfect life—including her controlling mother Alice (Madchen Amick)
Somehow, some way, we are still circling the same plot about abusive parents. And you know how this refrain goes, people. Alice is horrendously abusive, she cries, we are supposed to forgive her. Looks like something ripped straight out of s1 but peep the absolutely no implication of anything BA related.
Veronica Lodge (Mendes) is a Hollywood starlet who moved to Riverdale under mysterious circumstances;
California and not New York???!!!! So exotic! Very wow! What an incredible stroke of genius, Roberto! They have not been shy about pumping the Varchie up, have they? It also usually only exists in addition to another ship....
Cheryl Blossom (Madelaine Petsch) is the Queen Bee with a withering wit and a secret longing
I mean, Cheryl's plot has functionally never changed, so I don't know who's shocked at this, except for maybe the writers thinking it's revolutionary to recycle Cheryl's S2 plot instead of her S1 plot. Note that Mads and Vanessa's Instagrams are and have always been a pantheon of spoilers and it does look like they're doing a lot of filming together.
Toni Topaz (Vanessa Morgan) is an activist fighting for the Black students of recently integrated Riverdale High
.....I can see my brain. I can literally see my brain, my eyes are rolling so hard. How do we make an already insufferable (my opinion, stressing that here) character even more insufferable and pretend we are making a profound social statment, something we are absolutely incapable of making? Toni is an activist for integration!
(real talk, I think we'll see very little of this plot, as we'll see very little plot for the secondary characters)
Kevin Keller (Casey Cott) is a “square” crooner wrestling with his sexual identity
Kill me now, my dear followers. And hey, spec here, I feel like Kevin may be dating Betty?
Reggie Mantle (Charles Melton) is a basketball star from farm country
The one thing I hope is true. God, I hope my dear himbo Reggie is back.
Fangs Fogarty (Drew Ray Tanner) is a greaser who’s destined to be an Elvis-type star
Seriously, what ammunition does Drew have on the writers that he keeps getting brought back? My thought is they're going back to Kangs though, if we're going the OG way.
It isn’t until Jughead is visited by Tabitha Tate (Erinn Westbrook)—Riverdale’s Guardian Angel—that he learns the cosmic truth about their predicament.
Just....one facepalm is not enough. Five hundred facepalms are not enough. Tabitha, a character that is to put it generously not well loved and has been around for two seasons, is the Guardian Angel???
We know that they resolve Jughead remembering by the end of the premiere, per RAS, so I honestly wonder if Tabitha's role in S7 is very light. If Jughead forgets, her role is essentially moot and we have seen very little of her in BTS.
Anyway, my dear fellow sufferers, let's get through this together, one last time before we are finally set free.
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Riverdale 7x08 "Hoop Dreams" Promo - THE NEW KID IN TOWN — In order to keep Riverdale High’s basketball legacy alive, Frank and Archie recruit a new player to the team – a quiet farm boy named Reggie Mantle. Tabitha’s return to school inspires Toni to start a literary society for Riverdale’s Black students. Alice forces Betty to join the River Vixens, and Kevin starts a new job at the Babylonium. Cole Sprouse and Drew Ray Tanner also star. Cierra “Shooter” Glaude directed the episode written by Evan Kyle. Original airdate 5/17/2023.
#riverdale#bughead#varchie#choni#cole sprouse#lili reinhart#kj apa#madelaine petsch#camila mendes#ashleigh murray#marisol nichols#madchen amick#archie#archie comics#jughead#beronica#barchie#jarchie#youtube
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🌲🍁🥧 Harvestfest 🌲🍁🥧
(Britanny's POV)
The whole family again! We gathered at my parents house this year, and when we're here we all stay in their house in our old rooms so it's like a giant sleepover. The kids love being at granny and papa's house, they get to stay up late and eat all the sweet treats that they want to. Being in Newcrest also means they hang out with their 'cousins', technically their second cousins but in the end we're all family. My parents have been spending their time going round to see all of us, they swap visits to Britechester with Abbey and Adam, they come to Windenburg to see us, and they head into Willowcreek to see Tanner and Tabitha.
Abbey (31) & Adam Hill (31)
Abbey and Adam are still splitting their time between Sulani and Britechester, they've recently mentioned taking a more permanent position so they can have more stability. It's definitely something they're praying about as it would involve a big change for them. They haven't said anything about children, but they said maybe once they stop moving around so much..
Colton (33), Brittany (31), Nicole (6), Elizabeth, (2)
We are just loving life and thanking the Lord for his goodness! Nicole turned 6 so we've gone headfirst into homeschooling, we spend our mornings and part of the afternoon reviewing and learning new bible verses for memorisation. Colton's mum Vanessa is great at doing extra reading with the girls, Nicole reads aloud to her every evening before we have dinner either in person or they'll video chat. My parents also video chat with the kids so they can do their scripture memory together. Colton and I are thankful for strong foundations that point us to the Lord constantly, almost everyone in our lives does so and for that we are thankful.
Tanner (28), Tabitha (23), TJ (2), and Ember (6m)
Tanner and Tabs have had a great year, earlier in the year they welcomed little Ember to their family. Tanner and Tabitha are overjoyed to have a little girl and TJ is such a doting big brother. Apparently the inspiration for her name was her inheriting her mother's red hair, maybe our mum's genes also helped contribute to her hair colouring. Tanner marrying a redhead is so on point as it seems we're almost at an even split between redheads and non redheads - he's outnumbered in his house. With them living in Willowcreek, Tabitha gets to see her family often as they still live there, but after much prayer and consideration Tanner has decided to take a job at Newcrest General hospital so the family is moving back to our hometown.
#fundie sims#fundiesims#quiverfull sims#collins family#quiver full sims#sims 4 legacy#modest sims#collins legacy#homeschool sims#sims 4 harvestfest#gen 3#Adam and Abbey#Abbey and Adam#colton and brittany#Tanner and Tabitha#gen 4#post#the grandparent and grandkid picture turned out better than i thought#but couldve been better#better luck next year#this family are the most interesting yet the most boring cause theyre the smallest#i have ideas for them to be seen more but we shall see#they have marine biologists#this also shouldve gone up on sunday but i forgot so you're getting two posts before sunday's post
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Music performances out of the way, Adam could now turn his full attention to the guests. And there was one who seemed to have caught it in particular.
I thought that ‘smoking' was a rather funny choice of words, considering poor Maxwell Pollack has been walking around half-frozen for the better half of the season... but as far as Adam was concerned, he was nice on the eyes, probably easy (weren't all foreigners?), and by all accounts, stinkin' rich (didn't he say he was a lord or sumthin’?), all of which combined made him a pretty attractive romantic prospect. It certainly couldn’t hurt if he tried to make a move on the guy!
So he came up with the genius idea to offer Maxwell a private tour of the apartment which would, inevitably, end in the bedroom. What he could not have predicted, however, was that his foolproof plan would get thwarted by one very inconspicuous-looking servant and some ACR nonsense. Everything that happens from this point on is ACR-directed and I had zilch to do with it. Read on at your own peril! 🤣
Wondering why Maxwell hadn't followed him upstairs, Adam came back down to fetch him. He was just in time to witness his would-be beau kiss Ambrose, hearts flying around and all. Rage washed over him like a tidal wave. It was him who saw Maxwell first, dammit! How DARE this scrawny little foreign nerd poach on Adam's territory?? If it's a fight he wanted, a fight he would get.
But rather than starting a physical fight, Adam opted for a different kind of power move. He went up to the two men and pulled Maxwell into a passionate kiss, as if daring Ambrose to try and top it. The speechless servant looked on, grinning politely in an attempt to maintain his composure... but it was immediately clear that he was fighting a losing battle. This was fine, he told himself, it was not like he hadn't been led on by the fancy folk before. Highborn lords were more trouble than they were worth, anyway. No, really, he was okay.
Maxwell and Adam were more than just okay, though. The kiss turned into suggestive flirting, the flirting into touching, and it wasn't long before the two men were groping at each other in ways that could hardly pass as appropriate in polite company. Well, at least Tabitha seemed to be into it! 🤣
Luckily, poor Beatrice was fast asleep on the couch and didn't catch anything of what was going on, and Winona was too busy mingling with the other guests to pay her dad’s antics any mind. That's some expensive therapy sessions you dodged there, girls, good for you! 🤣
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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 34
Fandom: Deltarune
‘Verse: Human AU
Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]
Characters: Spamton Addison, T.M. Tanner, Swatch Paletta, Fergus Ignatius Gonzalez [flashback], Catechu Dyer, Indigo Dyer
Rating: Mature
Chapter title: Right Through The Wall
Chapter summary: Shuffling the deck to entertain the elephant in the living room.
Author notes: No real content warnings this time around. While the characters veer into discussing some mature topics, this is very much Informed Consent Territory.
Enjoy the angsty fluph. And thanks, as always, for reading, commenting, and kudos-ing. I know that so many Deltarune fans have dropped off the fanfic map, both writers and readers, either because of other interests or because they're waiting for Deltarune Chapter 3 to recharge their brainrot. I am very, very grateful for the few diehards who continue to bear with me as one of the slowest writers in any fandom.
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Spamton had mere seconds to change gears, putting his brain in charge rather than letting his body react.
He hitched himself up from his own stool into a standing position and out of T.M.’s arms as gently as he could, hoping desperately that it didn’t seem like he was pushing her away. He pressed multiple kisses on the top of her head. He took a deep breath of the scent of her hair just below the ribbon of her pussycat bow and muttered, “I can’t, I j-just can’t. I want to, I really want t-to, I - I j-just c-c-c-can’t.”
Then he waited for the slap, or the scream, or the cold silence.
Instead, sitting back down on the stool she’d abandoned when they’d both practically pounced each other, T.M. looked up at him with big wet eyes and asked, “How the hell do you DO that?”
“Huh? D-do what?”
“Stop people from making complete idiots of themselves, not to mention looking so damn cute while you’re doing it.”
Spamton snapped back, more out of reflex than anything, “I’m not cute, I’m guh-gorgeous.” That got a little smile out of her, as he’d hoped, although said smile was still very much on the watery side. He decided to push the envelope a little further and added, “And y-yes, you’d be a c-complete idiot to want to kiss me.”
“Why?”
“Because - because I’ve g-g-g-got more issues than NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC…”
“Like I don’t?”
“And I really like you, every b-bit of you, and that doesn’t happen to me all that often, and k-k-k-kissing is something that m-m-matters a lot to me, and I d-d-don’t want to stop being able to c-cuddle with you, and I’m still wrung out from this whole p-p-past week, and I can’t explain what I mean because I have to go to work in twenty minutes! ”
He realized he’d started yelling when he noticed T.M. give a little jump, and then seem to brush it off by raising her hand to smooth her hair. “S-sorry,” he trailed off.
“It’s okay,” she was quick to reassure him. She was visibly calming down, and he could almost see the wheels turning in her head to put together the pieces of what he HADN’T said.
I can’t kiss you until I know whether Swatch would be okay with it.
Spamton watched T.M. take an audible breath before she asked, “Can I have a rain check?”
He nodded, and she kept going. “This isn’t a genie I can put back in a bottle, so to speak. I can’t keep doing the whole ‘kissing other people’s boyfriends whenever I’m sad’ thing. I promised Swatch I’d stop doing that after I broke up with Aster. This is different. I like you too. A lot. This isn’t my usual maneater schtick.”
Oh, trust me, honey, if we’re comparing notes, you being a “maneater” is nowhere near as bad as me being a “rent boy”.
He tried to keep his face impassive as that bitter thought crossed his mind. T.M. must have noticed him sneaking glances at the wall clock, because she stood up and said, “Let me go fix my face and I’ll walk you to the library before I stake out my own damn claim to my own living room to do my own damn homework. No telling when Her Majesty will be back.”
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It was good to keep his hands busy. Or so he kept telling himself, an hour into his shift.
It was the Sunday just before midterm week, after all. Of course students who hadn’t quite gotten the hang of the material during the first few weeks of the winter term would start flocking to the library, and specifically to the reference desk for the reserve copies needed in their courses.
But Spamton just couldn’t concentrate. His coworker Liz finally commented snippily, after the third time she saw him hand a student the wrong material, “What’s with you today? Too much partying last night?”
“N-no,” he replied absently, “kind of - kind of the opposite.” He tugged at the hem of his hoodie and came to a decision. “You’re right, Liz, I’m really out of it. C-can I tempt you into letting me go - go early if I c-c-cover the whole shift next Sunday?”
“The whole shift? 9 to 5?”
Spamton nodded and shot her a hangdog look.
“You’re on.” Liz gave him a tight and feral grin in return. “I’m not a completely heartless bitch, but if I’m going to be doing all your work today, I want some payback.”
“Th-thanks.”
“I’ll clear it with Barnaby. Go home.”
Home.
He had to talk to Swatch. No way was he going to violate his partner’s consent.
Never again.
In the men’s room, he texted Swatch before he lost his nerve.
FROM: SPAMTON
TO: SWATCH
Leaving work early
FROM: SWATCH
TO: SPAMTON
I won’t pry, after last night. I love you.
FROM: SPAMTON
TO: SWATCH
It’s worse than you think
FROM: SWATCH
TO: SPAMTON
Nothing can be that bad.
Spamton’s throat tightened as those words glared back at him from the screen. He thought to himself, God dammit, Swatch, stop being so naive .
A wave of panic and guilt washed over him. He had wanted to discuss this in person, but now he was dreading the discussion. He smashed out a sentence in all caps and hit “send” before he could think better of it.
FROM: SPAMTON
TO: SWATCH
I ALMOST LET TM KISS ME I’M SORRY SHOULD I NOT COME HOME
The reply was almost instantaneous, followed quickly by a second and then a third text.
The words blurred in Spamton’s vision as he blinked back tears.
FROM: SWATCH
TO: SPAMTON
You can always come home.
FROM: SWATCH
TO: SPAMTON
Always.
FROM: SWATCH
TO: SPAMTON
You don’t even have to ask. Come home.
The possibility crossed Spamton’s mind that Swatch was psychic.
More likely, T.M. had spilled the beans.
After staring at his phone for another ten minutes, Spamton finally dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, Swatch wasn’t naive after all.
Maybe Swatch knew exactly what they were saying. What they were offering.
He grabbed his bag, feeling like his feet had wings, making record time between campus and Tibbetts Avenue, practically running all the way.
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FROM: MOGGY
TO: BIRDMAN
i almost kissed your boyfriend im a rotten friend youre probably going to hate me for life
Swatch stared at the message, which had been sent more than an hour ago. It must have arrived between the time that they had been putting the laundry in the dryer and the time they'd gotten into the shower.
Rather than leaving their best friend in suspense, they opted to call her rather than texting. They weren’t terribly surprised when it went right to voicemail. Swatch left a short message, saying in as an affectionate voice as could be conveyed over a tinny speaker, "I love you, you ridiculous Moggy-of-mine. You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. I’ve grown up a lot and learned a lot since FIG. See you at 5?”
They had barely hit the “disconnect” button when their phone buzzed again.
Incoming text: Spamton
As they were messaging back and forth with Spamton, Swatch’s main reaction was a combination of relief and amusement.
Relief because finally… FINALLY! … someone who claimed to love Swatch romantically gave a damn about how Swatch would feel about being the injured party.
Amusement at the idea of their lover and their best friend both thinking that Swatch would be worried and be feeling injured.
As though it were yesterday, Swatch could hear the last exchange of words that they and FIG would ever have.
"You're the only one I care about."
"That's nice, but it doesn't really matter."
This situation with Spamton was soooo different. That situation with FIG was a lifetime ago. And T.M. would have remembered that, if she'd been thinking straight.
After the last few weeks of what seemed like constant HDR, Swatch felt they had the clearest idea, out of the three of them, how emotions running high could lead people to do things outside their comfort zone.
Swatch wandered into the kitchen to make tea ahead of their partner’s return, and to give the matter more serious thought.
Spamton must have been in turmoil before getting to the library for his shift. He was very strict about turning his phone off when working on Sunday afternoons and Monday nights. Swatch respected that, but didn’t envy their partner for undoubtedly having had an emotional hamster wheel in his mind while trying to appear professional. They wished he’d not gone to work at all, or had called them sooner.
No matter. At the end of the day they would be there to listen, to hold him, and to reassure him that they, Swatch, would not be going anywhere.
It was time to tell Spamton about FIG.
Swatch was more worried about T.M.; she was prone to going into self-blame spirals due to the ups and downs of her love life. When she had talked to Swatch about breaking up with Aster, she'd said her self-image had really been hurt after Aster had accused her of being a tease and incapable of deep feelings.
“Do I really lead men on, Birdman?” she’d asked them.
“I can’t answer that, Moggy," they'd replied. "Not being a man, for starters.”
“You know what I mean,” she’d shot back at them. "I spell it out in big neon letters after the first date that I'm not looking for anything more than a good time, that I don't WANT a relationship. Why don't they listen?"
"Society is to blame," Swatch had intoned in their best imitation of the lawyer shows Fairlight had liked to watch, back in the day.
They'd hoped to get a laugh out of T.M. with that quip, but she'd only smiled slightly and answered, "Yeah. It really is."
Now, though, Swatch tended to agree that society WAS a bitch.
Their mind was a lot more open these days than it had been when they and FIG had been doing the clumsy dance of sloppy makeouts and copping feels under the bleachers, which Swatch had mistakenly thought was all there was to being in love.
They knew better now.
Their phone buzzed one more time.
FROM: MOGGY
TO: BIRDMAN
youre taking this a lot better than i expected
FROM; BIRDMAN
TO: MOGGY
Of course I am. To quote Ray Davies, I’m not like everybody else.
FROM: MOGGY
TO: BIRDMAN
you can hear me sighing from here right
can we pass on food tonight i just want to sleep
i will come over later maybe after 8
FROM: BIRDMAN
TO: MOGGY
Of course. Love you.
FROM: MOGGY
TO: BIRDMAN
love you too
At that moment, Swatch heard the front door open and close, and heard shuffling steps in the hall.
“Tea’s ready,” they called out.
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Spamton had a sense of deja vu .
He and Swatch were sitting up side by side in bed, propped up against the headboard, cups of Earl Grey warm in each of their hands, a blanket draped over their legs.
Compared to Spamton’s first trauma-dump after the party all those months ago, Swatch had outlined their time with FIG in relatively few words. From the first time they’d found themself pressed up against the wall behind the gym by someone shorter than they were and enjoying letting someone touch them, to realizing that FIG didn’t feel the same way about Swatch and in fact FIG had at least five or six guys and girls that he touched in the same way that he touched Swatch, and had gone further with those other people than he’d ever gone with Swatch. FIG had tried to joke about it by saying, “Hey, sometimes sex is the only way I can get a hug”, which had set off Swatch’s declaring that it was different for them.
And then FIG had gotten himself killed in a knife fight with someone’s jealous boyfriend who wasn’t swayed by FIG’s charm or excuses.
Now Swatch concluded, “It took a few years after he died for me to realize that it might be okay for somebody to smooch more than one somebody at a time… if, and I mean IF everybody smooching everybody else KNOWS about everybody else smooching everybody else.”
“So that’s why you don’t have a problem with me, maybe, one of these d-days, k-kissing your best friend?”
“That’s right.”
“Huh.”
Spamton gave that a bit of thought before volunteering, “It didn’t - didn’t m-m-make sense not to - to talk to you first.”
“And that’s EXACTLY why I’m okay if you kiss Moggy, one of these days.”
“One of these days” turned out to be a few hours later.
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Following a tense few minutes after her arrival, T.M. had finally relaxed enough to join Spamton and Swatch on the long cushioned window seat, tucked in between the other two with piles of Mrs. Anselmo’s bright knitted afghans wrapped around all three of them. Spamton had made a fire in the little fireplace and the extra warmth was welcome.
She’d been afraid that last night’s cuddle puddle would be the LAST cuddle puddle she’d ever have.
It was almost twenty minutes of blissful silence before Swatch spoke up.
“Moggy?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m going to kiss Spamton now. Is that okay?”
T.M. was startled, but tried to match Swatch’s casual tone. “Sure.”
Swatch proceeded to lean across her and do just that before sitting back and rewrapping themself in the blanket that had fallen off their shoulders.
Ooookay.
What was going on?
Her suspicions were confirmed when, a few minutes later, Spamton piped up, “Hey, Swatch, I’m - I’m g-going to kiss T.M. Is that - is that all right?”
“Fine with me,” she heard from her other side before Spamton’s small hand cradled her jaw and he kissed her softly on the lips. He then shifted so he could wrap both arms around her and she could rest her head atop his.
And suddenly the whole room was glowing.
When the world stopped spinning, she said the first thing that came into her mind.
“Thank you for not slobbering.”
“Hey!” Spamton squawked.
“Hey, yourself. Even Swatch slobbered that one time we tried making out in seventh grade.”
“Well, you ARE slobber-worthy, Moggy,” Swatch pointed out, much to her gratification. “You’re just not my type.”
“I don’t know whether or not to be flattered or insulted-”
Spamton broke in by saying in a dramatic tone, “You’ve had a ch-chance to kiss my beautiful, guh-gorgeous, generous partner, and you have the gall to com-complain that they SLOBBER?”
T.M. responded to that by taking a playful nip at the nearest of Spamton’s fingers currently stroking her hair. She then asked, “Is there any of that legendary soup of yours left?”
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Swatch’s serene smile. Spamton sighed fondly and got up to fetch her some.
___________
“I feel like I just walked into the Scooby-Doo ending in WAYNE’S WORLD,” complained Catechu a week later.
“Or showing up at a random screening of CLUE and not knowing which of the three endings I’m going to get,” Indigo pointed out.
T.M. cackled loudly at that, while Spamton looked confused and asked, “Huh? I thought they - they showed all three endings at once, like on the - the DVD.”
“Oh, you sweet summer child,” interjected Swatch as they took their usual seat in the kitchen at the Overlook.
It felt like old times; the twins had insisted everyone come to their place for Sunday dinner. Ryan and Watson, the two other roommates, were out at The Green Leaf, mourning their season-ending loss that meant the Inwood Emeralds would not be playing in the rest of the March Madness basketball rounds.
So the Dyer-Paletta-Tanner-Addison clan were gathered once again around the familiar Formica-topped table, splitting a Luigi’s special Sicilian pizza.
What especially felt like old times to Spamton was how easily the five had slipped back into openness about discussing anything under the sun. Back in September, he would have crawled under a rock in embarrassment at the topic being brought up at present. But now he was thoroughly comfortable with Indo and Catto knowing about and giving input on recent events.
Having had a heart-to-heart with both his beloved current partner and his possibly new partner at the same time had put his mind at ease a week ago. His soul, too, in a way. Having had the intervening week be peaceful and drama-free was an additional bonus.
Spamton stopped cutting his own pizza slice into tiny bits at Swatch’s comment and waved his fork at his partner in a mock-threatening manner. “H-hey! I’m older than you.” He looked around the room. “I’m older than - than all of you.”
Swatch snarked right back at him, “Yes, I admit you are older than me, you geezer. And no, I’m not old enough to remember the original theater run of WAYNE’S WORLD. Or of CLUE. Or of RASHOMON, for that matter.”.
“Don’t change the subject,” Catechu said exasperatedly. He leaned forward and tapped T.M’s shoulder with one of his massive hands. He did the same to Spamton with the other hand, while fixing Swatch with a gimlet stare. “Speak now or forever hold your peace… is this one of those ‘two forks, one bowl’ things?”
“EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!” T.M. recoiled. “Ew. No, no, no. Just. No.”
Swatch also looked pained. “Trust me, my ‘fork’ is not coming anywhere near Moggy. Pass the brain bleach, please.”
Spamton bit back the urge to voice his mental comment about Swatch having a spork, anyway. That would be TOO much information, even among family.
“Then what is this, or what is it gonna be when you all have everything worked out?” Catto whined.
“Allow me to make it simple for you, bro,” answered Indigo from his side of the table. “It’s called polyamory, and it’s up to these three how they work it out. Eventually. But for now, let me introduce to you our cousin Swatch Paletta, and this is their boyfriend Spamton Addison, and this is their boyfriend Spamton’s girlfriend Tabitha Montgomery Tanner.” He turned to Swatch. “That about right?”
“Well put, although future tense, not present tense,” Swatch answered. “Of course it takes the aroace guy to explain the poly eye to the straight guy.”
“Thank you, Indo, I knew I could count on SOMEBODY to be orderly,” interjected T.M. “Only one thing missing, though. I’m thinking of changing my name.”
“Like the great philosopher David Bowie said, never gonna fall for modern love,” muttered Catechu in defeat.
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Stranger things ocs part 4;
Name:
Hayden Damon Brock
Born:
December 19th, 1966-1967
Age:
17/18 (season two)
18/19 (seasons three and four)
Aliases:
Nineteen
Den
Hadie
The Assassin
The Tiefling
The Tiefling assassin
Scotus
Scotus the Tiefling assassin
Scotus the menacing
H.B
H
The Shadow Demon
Hellspawn
Residence:
Hawkins National Laboratory (1966/1967-1979)
Forest Hills Trailer Park at Hawkins, Indiana (in Tiffany's cellar)(1984-)
Family:
Samson Brock (Adoptive Brother/fellow test subject)
Kali Prasad (Adoptive Sister/fellow test subject)
Jane Hopper (Adoptive Sister/fellow test subject)
Steve Harrington (Adoptive Cousin)
Friends:
Tiffany Hammond
Eden Bingham
Neptune Bingham
Sprightly Casanova
Yelena Franco
Argyle Franco
Carol Perkins
Tommy Hagan
Other:
Eddie Munson (rival)
Corrided Coffins (rivals)
Joyce Byers (acquaintance)
Jim Hopper (acquaintance)
The Party (acquaintances)
Nancy Wheeler (acquaintance)
Jonathan's Byers (acquaintance)
Ms. And Mr Harrington (false aunt and uncle)
Affiliation:
Hopper Family
Byers Family
The Party
Kali's Gang
Harrington Family
Hammond Family
The Hawkins High Musketeers
Hawkins National Labatory (formerly)
Benny's Burgers
The Reckless Dragons
Occupation:
Test subject at Hawkins National Laboratory (1966/1967-1979)
Bust Boy at Benny's Burgers (1984-)
Harmonica Player of The Reckless Dragons (1984-)
Gender:
Male
Height:
5"10
Weapon:
Blades taped to playing cards
Telekinesis
Umbrakinesis
Dreamkinesis
Hobbies:
Stealing
Making weapons
Setting off fire works
Playing with fire
Learning how to use different weapon
Pranking
Sparring
Learning different forms of martial arts
Sleeping
Jump Scarring people
Listening to music
Playing video games
Parkour
Wall/ceiling crawling
Vandalism
Graffiti
Playing card games
Playing board games
Playing/cheating at DND
Playing darts
Playing the harmonica
Reading
Purposely annoying people
Personality:
Playful
Spiteful
Sneaky
Street Smart
Multi-talented
Lazy when he wants to be
Protective
Secretly caring
Stoic
Takes no shit
Is a little shit
Button pusher
Fears:
Pupaphobia
Theme Song:
Thriller by Michael Jackson
Relationship status:
Dating but won't tell who
Story:
Stranger us
Name:
Neptune Lagoon Bingham
Born:
July 4th, 1968-1969
Age:
16/17 (season four)
Aliases:
Nep
Tune
N.B
Pizza Boy
Stoner Boy
Water Boy
Bingham
Sticky fingers Lagoon
Lagoon
The Dwarf
The Dwarfen thief
N.L.B
Residence:
Bingham House, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
Family:
Mr. Bingham (Father)
Mrs. Bingham (Mother)
Eden Bingham
Suzie Bingham (Sister)
Tabitha Bingham (Sister)
Cornelius Bingham (Brother)
Sterling Bingham (Brother)
Tanner Bingham (Brother)
Tatum Bingham (Sister)
Peter Bingham (Brother)
Friends:
Yelena Franco
Argyle Franco
Jonathan Byers
Sprightly Casanova
Tiffany Hammond
Hayden Brock
Samson Brock
Steve Harrington
Tommy Hagan
Carol Perkins
Eddie Munson
Corrided Coffins
Other:
Nancy Wheeler (acquaintance)
The Party (acquaintances)
Jim Hopper (acquaintance)
Joyce Byers (acquaintance)
Affiliation:
The Hawkins High Musketeers
Hammond Family
Byers Family
Hopper Family
Surfer Boy Pizza
Lenora Hills Country Club
Lenora Hills High School (formerly)
Occupation:
Lenora Hills Country Club (1986-)
Surfer Boy Pizza (1986-)
Gender:
Male
Height:
5"4 ½
Weapon:
Golf club
Lighter
Cricket bat
Hobbies:
Swimming
Rolling skating
Playing video games
Reading comic books
Reading Manga books
Go-karting
Listening to music
Hanging out with his friends
Playing board games
Playing card games
Playing DND
Playing Party games
Going to parties
Pulling pranks
Personality:
Kind
Sweet
Spacey
Chill
Moody
Funny
Playful
Cool
Street smart
Anxious
Fears:
Trypanophobia
Claustrophobia
Algophobia
Anginophobia:
Theme Song:
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Relationship status:
Dating
Story:
Stranger us
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I’m Done Watching The Final Episode Of Riverdale Season 6, And It Was Kind Of Good But Also Really Weird But I Mean, What Do You Expect From Riverdale. Did You Watch The Riverdale Season 6 Finale? If So, Did You Like It?
#riverdale#betty cooper#lili reinhart#veronica lodge#camila mendes#jughead jones#cole sprouse#archie andrews#kj apa#tabitha tate#erinn westbrook#kevin keller#casey cott#toni topaz#vanessa morgan#fangs fogarty#drew ray tanner#reggie mantle#charles melton#cheryl blossom#madeleine petsch
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