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mantareidraws · 10 months

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Fishing trip at Rhodos Coast 🎣

I was recently commissioned to draw the cabbage patch family~ 🥹💚 Credits to @enbeeon for Cichol's wife's design!! Thank you so much for the comm, this one was really special~!!

For those who are unfamiliar with my HCs and designs of the Four Saints, from left to right: it's grumpy middle child Macuil, micromanaging baby brother Cichol, best daughter and niece Cethleann (followed by a special guest, her lovely mother), and lastly, timid eldest brother/peacemaker Indech.

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link-the-feral-anon · 1 year

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whats your brothers name

Barnaby

#cabbage patch brother #lmao as if

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smalldumbpigeon · 2 years

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A terrible Cover story

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Panel 1 Luz: “Oh umm... He’s my brother!” Hunter: (brother? ok I guess) Panel 2 Luz: “YEAH!!! we found him in.. A CABBAGE PATCH!” Hunter: ????????????????????????????????? Panel 3 Luz: “He was a lost soul.... Mom took pity on him and brought him home.” (Baby Hunter in a cabbage) Camila (imagination): “¡Dios mío! a baby!”

Panel 4 Luz (Barely containing her laughter): “SHE CALLS HIM HER LITTLE CABBAGE BOY” Hunter: “LUZ.”

Hunter: “CABBAGE BOY???????????” Luz: I’m sorry I panicked it’s all I could come up with

Hunter (dire): “YOU COULD HAVE SAID I’M A FRIEND FROM CAMP??? ANYWHERE???????????????????”

#the owl house #hunter owl house #luz noceda #spoilers #?#this is my Luz and Hunter sibling agenda

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nitw · 6 months

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just remembered wakfu exists and that i still know much of its extensive lore and how fucking funny that lore is sometimes

see this old guy and this tiny baby guy?

they're LONG LOST TWINS

what's the old guy's name??? fuckin

GROUGALORAGRAN

and what's little guy's name???????

~ Chibi ~

btw old guy is a dragon. his baby twin brother is Not a dragon tho.

also there's like an entire religion/ethnic group just based around funny crime and tomfoolery? and they share a god with a different group of people but they actually don't know that since he's a trickster god and is pulling a prank on them? and then there's this OTHER group of people who i think are the only ones confirmed to reproduce asexually, LITERALLY FROM A CABBAGE PATCH? and human society has gone through pretty much a complete do-over TWICE (the second time was an apocalypse caused by a guy crying really hard after his girlfriend died) and this is just something everyone knows?????

AND THIS GUY 👇👇👇

IS A 22 YEAR OLD DEMIGOD

#anyway.#leo.txt #wakfu #krosmoz

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tcfactory · 1 month

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Silly idea of the day: Shen Qingqiu grills the System for answers about how to avoid the whole Abyss scenario and save his little cabbage favorite disciple until the System very reluctantly offers up the option to transfer the protagonist halo - and all the trials that come with it - to someone else if he pays literally all his points. It's a risky endeavor, but he doesn't see any other way to save Binghe from his suffering/blackening, so he decides to take the risk. After some deliberation he decides to transfer the protagonist halo to Mobei-jun. Based on his memories of PIDW, Mobei-jun isn't the type to be interested in world domination and Shen Qingqiu figures if any kind of wild plot is going to happen to the ice demon, it will be limited to the demon world + maybe Huan Hua Palace and that's it.

The System checks in with Shang Qinghua about what kind of story he would have written for Mobei-jun if he had the choice (SQH is vary of the System and answers 'found family and slowburn romance, maybe with a touch of a coming of age plot' because there's no way the System can make something horrible from that, right?) and accepts Mobei-jun as an alternative.

The protagonist halo is transferred with the click of a button; Luo Binghe loses that special spark that designated him for greatness, but at the same time, he is free of the weight of his fate as well. He's destined to live a life as ordinary as a half-demon cultivator's ever gets.

However, Shen Qingqiu is not required for the new story and keeping a 'troublesome' transmigrator around is too risky for the System, so it decides to swap Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu back. There is a high chance of Shen Jiu dying of qi deviation when he's shoved unceremoniously back into his body (his soul has been fragmented and damaged when the System replaced him with Shen Yuan) which would be the best outcome, as far as the System is concerned, because it would be a natural-looking death that nobody would bother to investigate. It's pure luck that Liu Qingge is lurking around, looking for a chance to thank Shen Qingqiu for saving his life in the caves, and can step in and stabilize Shen Jiu.

At the same time Mobei-jun, in the first hour of being the new protagonist, stumbles into a patch of very specific magic weeds and passes out.

Shen Jiu now knows of the System and has some vague awareness of the person who, as far as he can tell from the incoherent hints the System gave him, was kidnapped against their will and showed into his body and fate for the sake of raising some prophecised emperor of the three realms to power, a plan that was foiled by Shen Jiu's return. He doesn't know why this person acted so strange while in Shen Qingqiu's role (coddling those brats, especially that brat?! What was the stranger thinking??), but the System's remarks make something clear: the stranger knows something about the prophecy and did his best to avoid it, much to the System's displeasure.

So clearly the best course of action is to get them back and question them, somehow. But first Shen Qingqiu is going to Yue Qingyuan and shakes him until he confesses why he left Shen Jiu behind, because if he has to deal with a demon (?) or being that can erase him from existence at a whim, then he wants to know the reason. He's facing almost certain death here, it's the least he's owed!!

While Shen Qingqiu is grilling his soon-to-be-beloved-again brother and trying to come up with a way to keep being a decent teacher despite himself, just in case, on Qian Cao a young, amnesiac rogue cultivator wakes up. He was found in the borderlands, almost ripped to shreds by a herd of man-eating boars. He doesn't remember his name or his past or even his cultivation, but Mu Qingfang estimates him to be in his twenties. He has a very well-developed fire root and a sunny complexion, but he is haunted by dreams of ice, so they decide to call him Beilun (悖论 - paradox) for the time being. When Beilun recovers he asks to stay in the sect so he can learn proper cultivation again and after some rigorous testing - a balanced nature between physical and spiritual cultivation, not much of a head for arts, but excellent instincts for politics, trade and strategy - Yue Qingyuan snatches him up as a personal, soon-to-be head disciple (also maybe brand new adopted little brother, because Yue Qi can't help himself). Shen Qingqiu is initially unhappy about having to share Yue Qingyuan's brotherly affection with someone new, but soon warms up to Beilun himself when he realizes how ruthless the young man can be. Second big brother acquired!

Time passes. Shang Qinghua privately mourns for Mobei-jun when word gets back to Cang Qiong that the Northern prince has been missing so long that they wrote him off. His mourning is tinted by guilt, because he keeps getting distracted by the handsome new Qiong Ding head disciple. Yue Beilun is tall and suntanned and scarred, even years later still not fully recovered from whatever befall him on the edge of the demon realm, but every time he smiles at Shang Qinghua it feels like the world comes to a standstill.

So for one there's the glacially slow falling in love between Shang Qinghua and definitely-not-Mobei-jun. There's the forming adopted family with the two disasters in charge + still-absolutely-not-Mobei-jun. There are Shen Qingqiu's persistent attempts at being a good teacher and a better martial brother (with inconsistent degrees of success, but Liu Qingge is discovering a lot of new things about himself as the primary audience of Shen Qingqiu's self-improvement). There's the long search for ways to get Shen Yuan back from the System, which leads to a whole, wacky side-adventure when they learn the truth about Tianlang-jun and set him free while they are there to get the mushrooms.

Of course this New Plot can't happen without some drama. Beilun is accompanying the masters to the Immortal Alliance conference when the Endless Abyss opens up. Luo Binghe almost succumbs to a sever qi deviation when his seal breaks and Beilun rushes in to fight off the monsters attacking the disciples and falls into the Abyss - which is just the thing needed to break the curse on him...

So Cang Qiong is in mourning over the loss of Yue Beilun who many of them assumed will be the next sect leader based on Yue Qingyuan's strong attachment. Luo Binghe is confined to Qian Cao, half under treatment and half under house arrest on account of being half-demon until they can figure out what to do with him. At least the System has relinquished Shen Yuan, now that the mushroom body is grown enough, and after learning how young he is, he becomes the new replacement little brother of the sect leader and the (ex) scum villain, which is weird and confusing, but not in a bad way.

Meanwhile in the demon realm Mobei-jun makes his return (as far as people know he was training all these years in the Endless Abyss and he is monstrously stronger for it), takes over as Northern King and starts solidifying his power base with Tianlang-jun's help (rumors have it that he was the one who broke the Junshang out of his prison, a feat everyone thought impossible). After all, only a fool goes courting when their court is in disarray and now that he remembers all the things Qinghua has done for him, he has eyes for nobody else.

All the while the Old Palace Master watches the shifts in the demon realm and plots a new war against the demons. With such a cold and ruthless rising Northern King looming on the horizon, not to mention the vengeful Tianlang-jun, it shouldn't be difficult to whip the cultivators up into preparing for conflict...

#svsss #tc writes #this would be at least 30% slowburn moshang shenanigans #with like. probably LiuJiu as a background ship #and maybe TLJ/YQY? because MBJ would tell TLJ all about how great YQY is #so when disaster ice prince comes courting so does TLJ #even OPM can't spin the two demons coming to court the human way as an invasion force #he still tries to all the same #he might succeed in labeling CQMS as a demonic sect though for colluding with them #I haven't thought that far tbh

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humansofnewyork · 1 year

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“From all sour faced saints, deliver me O’ Lord. I don’t want to be with a grouch, a crab, a crocodile in a moat. The grumps are a small minority. But they’re vocal. Yes, the grumps are vocal. They have unresolved things, maybe from their childhood. They’re not disconnected from God. But they’re wrestling with him. Not a bad thing, mind you. Not a bad thing. But I want to hang out with people who enjoy life. At home I have a sunshine file; it’s just a plastic box. Inside are all the letters people have written me over the years: teenagers in the youth group, widows who lost their husbands. People who I was able to make a difference in their life. For two years I was chaplain on the children’s ward of the cancer hospital. What can you say? You can’t explain why some things happen. Only that it’s a mystery. And a mystery is reality, imbued with God’s presence. One Christmastime there was a ten-year old girl from Ireland, dying of leukemia. All this girl wanted was a Cabbage Patch Doll. Ugliest doll you’ve ever seen in your life, seventy-five dollars. Seventy-five dollars! And sold out everywhere. The mother told me:’ I’ve looked in every store.’ That same day a family from my parish asked what I wanted for Christmas. I say: one Cabbage Patch Doll, and two walkie talkies. They said: ‘Father, are you sure?’ I told them: ‘Yes I’m sure. I was a kid once too!’ The Cabbage Patch Doll went to the little girl. Then I gave one walkie-talkie to her, and one to her twin brother. So they could speak while she was in isolation. After she passed away the mother wrote me a letter. I keep it in my sunshine file. It said: ‘Those walkie-talkies were the best medicine she ever had.’”

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morbidology · 4 months

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It was the 22nd of February, 1985, when Janice and Leroy McInney heard the school bus coming up the road as they did every week day. The couple lived in Winfield Township, Butler County, Pennsylvania, with their 8-year-old daughter, Cherrie Mahan. That afternoon – like usual – Cherrie was seen climbing off the bus and heading down the hill towards her driveway. She was wearing Cabbage Patch earmuffs, blue leg warmers and a denim skirt.

The short walk should have only taken a few minutes but Cherrie never arrived home.

Other children on the bus and a neighbour told police that they had seen a blue or white van with a skier and mountain scene painted on the side following the bus from Winfield Elementary School to Cherrie’s bus stop. Another person saw Cherrie walk past the van which was seen parked at the side of the road. A search party was assembled and they worked tirelessly through the afternoon, evening, and well into the night. Unfortunately a thick fog fell across Winfield Township and the searchers could barely see further than a few feet in front of them. Over the forthcoming week, firefighters and helicopters assisted in the daunting search while missing person posters were printed and distributed statewide. Eventually the FBI was called in to assist in the search yet no clues turned up.

The case gradually went cold and in November of 1998, Cherrie was declared legally dead. Her family sought this action so that a trust fund in Cherrie’s name could be transferred to her brother. Then in 2015, cadaver dogs descended on a Winfield property based on something somebody claimed to have seen around the time of Cherrie’s disappearance. A forensic team excavated a mount there but uncovered nothing. Since the disappearance, a number of composite sketches showing what Cherrie could look like as she aged were released to the public in the hopes that somebody may recognise her.

To this day, nobody knows what happened to Cherrie Mahan.

#true crime #unsolved #cold case

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anama-cara · 5 months

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Part 3. Fever

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Part 4

Summary: Your little brother is ill and in desperation you go to Joel for help. He has a surprising plan. This is the 3rd part in my Bargaining series. Reader's thoughts are italicized. Word count: 1.3k Warnings: not really any, mentions of vomit and guns

This can’t be it. After everything you’ve been through, you refuse to let this be your downfall. But you can’t help but panic. Your little brother has a fever, you have no idea how high it is but he feels so hot it’s driving you mad with worry. It’s been three days. His is skin is flushed, breathing a little faster and shallower than normal and he can’t keep any food down. He’s not even interested in playing with the few meager toys he has. On the fourth day you decide you have to do something. He won’t even get out of bed now, he just looks up at you with red glassy eyes as you greet him in the morning.

“Buddy, how ya feelin’?”

“My head hurts,” he murmurs. Worse. He’s getting worse.

It’s probably just a viral infection, something that could’ve been cleared up in a jiffy in the old world. But out here any little sickness can take someone down. You need a healer, you need medicine, you need something. You’re desperate. You know a little about plants and you remember people used to use garlic for fevers. You know where some wild garlic grows in the meadow past the woods, but it’s a few days walk and there’s no way you can just leave your brother here alone. Plus, you can’t leave now. Joel’s men will be back in two days to pick up their payment. You can’t be late for them, and you certainly can’t leave your brother alone to deal with the transaction. You’re screwed.

In the end you decide to wait two more days. You’ll deal with the business with Joel’s men, and then go on your trip. And who knows, maybe your brother will have fought it off and healed in that time. You hope so.

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He doesn’t. You spend the two days wiping the sweat from his brow with a cold washcloth and trying to spoon broth into his mouth. You can see his color is paling and he’s losing weight. You miss the healthy little boy who used to run circles around you while you gardened and tell you imaginary stories to keep your mind occupied. You miss his bubbly laugh and the sound of his pattering feet on the stairs.

There’s a knock on the door. You startle, completely forgetting about the visitors you were expecting.

“I’ll be right back okay buddy?” You stroke his sweaty hair and toss the damp washcloth on the end of the bed. He hums in response but doesn’t open his eyes.

You rush down the stairs and hurriedly put the basket together.

“Coming!” You call out. For this tithe you’re giving them some root vegetables and cabbage from your winter garden and an old pair of gloves that you’ve patched up. You scamper to the door and swing it open; you know his men hate waiting in the cold. But when the door swings open it’s Joel who greets you. He’s leaning casually against your doorframe scowling. He’s got on his usual dark jeans and boots but the collar of his jacket is popped up as he tries to fight the cold wind.

“What took ya so long? It’s fucking freezing- Sweetheart? There trouble?” Joel halted his speech as he takes you in – your disheveled hair, crumpled t-shirt with vomit stains, and the dark circles under your eyes. And the concern, the genuine concern that flickered through his eyes makes something break inside you. You feel a lump forming in the base of your throat and tears fighting to surface. Your lip trembles slightly.

“Joel-“ your voice breaks. His eyes harden and he looks past you into the house, gaze quickly shifting and assessing. He pushes the door open more and slips past you inside then closes it quietly behind you. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, breath tickling you. “What’s the trouble? Someone else here?” His voice is demanding but laced with anger and you think you might imagine some concern underlying his tone. You shake your head, taking a step back.

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s- it’s…” your voice is threatening to crack again. “Do you have any medicine?” You blurt out. Suddenly you’re hopeful. Yes, Joel’s a raider. Surely his men have come across a convenience store or stolen from someone’s medicine cabinet at least.

“You sick?” He takes a step back and looks you up and down disapprovingly. You smirk, “no. Jeez I’m not gonna cough in your face and I don’t have the plague.”

“That’s not-“

“It’s my brother. He’s got a fever. He’s had a fever, for days now. Nothing I do is helping, he needs real medicine. Or else…” you trail off and Joel nods. He shakes his head slowly.

“’m sorry, but I got nothin’ for ya. We’ve got a shit ton of bandages and gauze, Neosporin and ointments, but nothin’ for fevers I’m afraid.” He watches your face fall as your spark of hope goes out.

There’s silence as you turn to return to your brother upstairs, the exchange is complete and you don’t care if Joel sees himself out or sits by the fire to warm up or whatever. You’re about to walk up the stairs when Joel stops you with a hand on your arm. You flinch at his touch.

“Hang on, I got an idea.” You turn to him and your eyes meet his gaze. He looks between you and the upstairs landing. “He real bad?” You nod silently. He lets out a breath. “Okay. One of the folks under our protection,” you fight an eye roll, “used to be a PA before the world went to shit. He’s a smart guy. Might know what to do. Might have some medicine too.”

The spark in your mind lights again. A physician assistant, yes, he’d know what to do. Your brother will survive this.

“How do I get there?” You ask quickly. He frowns at you and gives you a pointed look. “There’s no way you’d make it on your own.” You open your mouth to protest but he continues, “I’ll take ya.” Your jaw snaps shut and you blink at him.

“You want to escort us? Why? What’s in it for you?”

“Well I gotta go there for a pickup pretty soon anyways,” he shrugs. “Plus, it’ll be a good excuse to get away from the guys for a bit.” You glance out the window behind him at the beat-up old truck with some of his men. Two sit in the cabin and two are hunched in the bed of the pickup, long rifles in hand. Your eyes shift back to him. “You need a break? What, trouble in paradise?”

He glares. “Want my help or not? Brat.”

“I do.” You gulp. “Thank you.”

“Alright. I’ll tell ‘em to move along and do the next job without me. We’ll have to go by foot.”

You look back at the guns outside and you hate to know what the next ‘job’ is. You wipe it from your thoughts. You’ll do anything for your brother.

“Pack a bag sweetheart. Grab some food for you and the boy. It’s an eight-mile trek, we’ll be walkin’ all day. We leave in five minutes.” He leaves and your eyes trail him as you contemplate this plan. You give yourself a brief moment to think it over, consider the danger. But it’s only a moments thought, of course you’ll do it. You'll risk it all. You grab a bag and begin filling it with food and your brother’s extra jacket while Joel gives his men orders. You hear the truck pull away and he’s stomping back inside.

“Ready sweetheart?”

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silmawensgarden · 1 year

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Carrots make a strange bouquet

Maedhros x reader

Prompt: May I ask for a fluffy fic or headcanon, whichever is easier? Perhaps a young Maedhros back in Valinor attempting to court reader for the first time and he's a bit nervous about approaching due to his massive crush. Thank you in advance 🌻

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers

A/n: I attempted something fluffy and a little awkward to better portray his first-time-confessing jitters. It's a bit shorter than I'd like to deliver but I hope you like it!

Word count: 900 Warnings: none :)

Maedhros has been pacing around his room for the past two hours. He has something of great importance on his mind. This thing of great importance, would be you. For the past 50 years he has grown extremely attached to you. A fondness has grown in his heart. Like the lovely blooms in spring, these feelings are now waiting to unfurl. He just doesn't know how to breach the subject to you, let alone approach you confidently.

He huffs in annoyance, an emotion not often seen in him. He slams the paper back onto his desk and turns his back to it. It was a poem, he wrote it as a way to confess his love to you. Maglor advised him to do so. However after writing the poem, and reading it a few hundred times, it just doesn't seem to suffice anymore. Not at all actually. So he stops his pacing and changes his course towards the garden. He knows exactly who he is looking for to help him with this issue.

He races down the large staircase, nearly knocking one of his brothers off the stairs. A string of curses is hurled at him, but he doesn't hear it nor is he interested in hearing them. He has more important things to attend to.

"Ammë? How can I confess my feelings to them? I've been fond of them for quite some time now." He sits in the cabbage patch his mother cultivated. Prodding at an innocent cabbage rather absentmindedly. Nerdanel has quite the expansive garden, full of vegetables, fruits and even cutting flowers. It's close to the first harvest season, many things can be harvested already.

Nerdanel looks back at him over her shoulder and chuckles. "Maitimo, I think the best way to confess to them is to simply do it. I have seen the way they look at you, I am certain your feelings will be returned." Maedhros frowns for a moment and a light blush washes over his cheeks. Just the thought of having to approach you with this makes his stomach feel like he swallowed a beehive.

He is momentarily shaken out of his stupor when his mother asks him to collect some strawberries, and afterwards to check which carrots can be harvested. Nerdanel planted an early harvest variety, Yavanna had given her some of the newest seeds her maiar had cultivated in the previous seasons.

Maedhros trots over to the carrot patch, his nerves are getting the best of him in this moment. Despite the fair weather and the bright light of laurelin he still walks with heavy steps, as if he has lead tied to his legs. He is completely unaware of what is happening around him.

You were on your way back from the market and remembered that you had gotten an invitation from Nerdanel to come view some of her newest plants. The both of you had bonded quickly from the moment you met. You both enjoyed the arts and had a fondness for gardening. You smile and change your direction to the Fëanorian household instead. Curious to maybe see more than just the newest plants. Perhaps you'd catch a glimpse of Maedhros there too!

When you arrived you heard two familiar voices in the garden. Nerdanel's and that of Maedhros. You stop and hide behind one of the jasmine bushes. You know very well that eavesdropping is not exactly considered good manners, unfortunately your curiosity has overthrown your sense of reason in this moment.

Who are they talking about...?

You didn't catch whom they spoke of and decided that it would be better to simply make your presence known. You glanced up towards an oak tree that stood close to the road. Hearing a heavy rustle of leaves on a windless day. You were brought up properly after all, not dragged, unlike some people. These people appear to enjoy eavesdropping from oak trees.

You shake your head and walk out of your hiding spot. Walking towards Nerdanel and maedhros. Maedhros is sitting with his back towards you, he appears to be busy with the carrots. You greet Nerdanel, who seems to be surprised at your visit. Maedhros doesn't seem to hear you at all. Lost in his own thoughts, mumbling about something.

You talk with Nerdanel for a moment, attempting to figure out how that invitation came to you in the first place. Maedhros finally snaps out of his musings. "Ammë, I think I am going to visit y/n. I must tell them of my feelings before they consume me entirely!" He gets up to leave and turns around, still bent over, now nearly nose to nose with you.

His eyes widen in shock, the realization dawning on him that you heard his plan. More importantly overheard his feelings for you in such a flat way, no romance at all! His throat felt like it was being stitched closed. He could only stare at you with a wild blush on his face.

"I......don't think I've ever received a bouquet of carrots as a courting gift before....?" you say, trying to suppress a laugh from ripping out of your throat. Maedhros looks at you with pure shock and disbelief on his face. Slowly his eyes trail down to his hands, realizing that he was in fact holding a large bunch of carrots.

Indeed as if to gift them to you like flowers.....

#maedhros x reader #maedhros #silm #silmarillion #tolkien #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros imagine #one shot #fluff #maedhros one shot #maitimo #nelyafinwe #silmawensgarden

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steampunkforever · 2 months

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Y'know Art Spiegelman? The guy who wrote Maus? What if I told you he was indirectly responsible for one of the worst films I've ever seen hands down?

Often some of the best films come from unexpected places. Cult favorite Boondock Saints was never supposed to be made and yet some how a no budget Boston masterpiece captured the hearts and minds of college dorm rooms everywhere. Spaghetti Westerns were low budget castoffs of a genre no longer en vogue, and yet produced hands down some of the best cowboy films we've ever seen. My point is that often movies that come from unexpected sources have that spark that conventional productions don't. The Garbage Pail Kids Movie, on the other hand, may come from an unexpected source, but is an exception to this rule.

It started when Topps, a chewing gum/collector card company created their own twisted parody of the Cabbage Patch Kids out of spite after a licensing agreement went sour. Speigelman was one of the first designers on the project, and he and his team (including James Warhola, nephew of Andy Warhol) put out a series of wacky collector cards depicting what were basically softcore ratfink reimaginings of the Cabbage Patch line that proved to be so popular as to be banned in schools. The cards did so well that just a couple years later Topps produced the live action disaster that was the Garbage Pail Kids Movie.

This is a film completely irredeemable in almost every way. Part of my distaste for it comes from the fact that rather than pull a Gremlins and have these walking aberrations actually cause chaos, the film tries to somehow soften them into something that could deliver a moral to the story. Not that there's much story. The plot is paper thin, to the point that the motivator for the Garbage Pail Kids (lost Garbage Pail Comrades) is hastily wrapped up with an "I guess they're dead!" (???????) and we're whisked away to an equally uninspiring plot point where the Garbage Pail Kids do more stuff we don't care about.

Obviously I don't think we should be demanding prestige writing from the series known for figureheads like Messy Tessie and Greaser Greg, but dear lord not a single character in this film is even narrowly sympathetic. The bully/antagonist force in this sucks, and yet frankly you sort of root for them to end these creeps. The main character (played by Sean Astins brother apparently?) is written as a peeping tom who wholly deserves the sewer dunking he gets, and none of the other characters are much better. The Garbage Pail Kids aren't even fun in their mischief, just awful to look at and listen to. There's a segment where the main love interest (who is grooming Astin's character, by the way) has a block of dialog dedicated to how horrible the Garbage Pail Kids are, and though its certainly cast as an unfeeling villain speech, she's 100% correct in her assessment. Nobody in this movie has positive traits. I would kill Foul Phil with a ball peen hammer.

One of the most jarring parts of this film for me was--in a fairly innocuous scene--the presence of a MACVSOG patch the costumers stuck on Astin's jacket. What sort of secret messaging is there in the Garbage Pail Kids Movie that they're alluding to the CIA's special operations group that was tied to the Gulf of Tonkin incident and US operations in Laos?

Don't watch this film. If I ever see Foul Phil again it's on sight.

#filmposting #film #the garbage pail kids movie #garbage pail kids #art spiegelman

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signedeclipse · 2 years

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EEEEEE your Gyutaro writings are so cute!!<3 could we maybe get some hc of what he'd be like with a reader who's just absolutely enamored with him??? as in, "it's not that I look past your appearance, I LOVE your appearance" kinda thing? 👉🏼👈🏼 reader who just *heart eyes* everytime she looks at him<3 he's so handsome & deserves to know it!

Gyutaro [General]

In which Gyutaro’s s/o cant help drinking in his beautiful appearance.

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- You have been together a really long time, years upon years - But it was only recently Daki ever asked about it - “What about my brother interested you so much?” - You laughed, assuming it was obvious but she seemed dead serious on finding out - “Well- he’s probably the most beautiful boy I ever met at the time, and he’s only grown to be more handsome!” - Gyutaro overheard, of course he did, but he kept listening - “We should really be asking what made him interested in me!” - With that you walked off to do your things again - Daki was utterly speechless - But Gyutaro was running after you to catch up to you - Asking if you really meant it or if you and Daki were playing games and laughing a bit between every question because you cant be serious right? - But deep down he was biting his tongue just hoping you were serious - “have you looked in the mirror recently?” - “Plenty darling, I'm just making sure your eyes are still workin-” - You hit him for that one - From that day on you exclaim your thoughts aloud when you have them - “Your hair looks so pretty today” - “Have your eyes always been so hard to look away from?” - “If you go out looking like that today I'm worried ill lose my boyfriend!” - Every time he leaves grumbling and flustered

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Authors Note - Such a cute request ahhh! Thank you! I really was like that when I watched haha me and my friends all watched it together and I had to pause to rant about how he wasn't ugly at all!! He just had birthmarks and such which is super cool + his hair is adorable ahaha reminds me of a cabbage patch kid.

Anyways sorry for the little rant and thank you again for requesting!

#kny headcanons #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #x reader #reader insert

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good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic · 1 year

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Sunny podcast is back after hiatus!

So many things were teased in this episode and we heard about some scenes that were never aired or featured on the DVDs!

Featuring...

Charlie on piano

Sun-damaged Glenn back from Hawaii

Complaining about 80s comedies, Three Amigos and Paramount+

Discussions about what works in film comedies from the '70s to early '00s and how sketches function differently

Brief talk of Mac's mommy issues

Episode chat

Premise of the episode came from Glenn watching "Intervention", a popular reality tv show at the time and discussing it in the writers' room, leading to Rob Rosell wondering what the difference between an intervention and a roast was

Gail the Snail was created as a pair with a brother Not Quite Right Robin, who was never introduced, as the Garbage Pail cousins in contrast to Dennis and Dee, the Cabbage Patch kids

Mary Lynn R was cast without an audition because she was a friend and she developed the character of Gail with rcg's notes in an unaired deleted scene shot opposite Frank at Guigino's before the funeral of Uncle Max

Nora Dunn who played Aunt Donna might have been unhappy when she came on set and realized how cheap and low-quality the show was

Marder and Rosell came up with all the insane quotes and concepts like nightcrawlers while writing this episode

Glenn and Charlie couldn't keep it together while filming the scene where Dennis writes Charlie's intervention letter to Frank but these outtakes didn't make it into the bloopers so we don't get to see

RCG were probably responsible for the idea that Dennis and Dee blame Gail the Snail "for making them salt her" (which is not a good feeling she's making them have)

They've previously mentioned the story of the reporter on location in Philly when Frank is doing his beer volcano bit, but in this ep they added that Danny got into an argument with her on live tv

Frank's volcano eruption was a nightmare for wardrobe and continuity because his beer gurgling was unscripted

[Talking about their shitty cameras] "We've destroyed our careers by presenting ourselves as clowns on videotape."

Season 16 teases

Confirmed that The Gang Goes Bowling was directed by Meg and shot in three days + one scene

It was a difficult shoot because of the number of side characters and continuity troubles during bowling, especially block shooting

There's a slow motion sequence in the episode which might have to be degraded to fit in with the rest of the show

Some colour grading/correction will have to be done on the s16 footage, which they usually never do, because they look red

Glenn was away for the first week of editing since he was at SXSW, sick and then on break in Hawaii, but he's back in now with his fresh pair of eyes

Charlie wants to add grain to the picture to dirty it up for the modern tvs and automotion plus

Return of a character from season 1 who fans have been asking about. Implied that the character was potentially dropped and hasn't appeared since season 1. Charlie's sister is the most obvious choice.

Other options include Mac's other gay cousin, any of the kids and teenagers from Abortion or Underage Drinking and Nikki Potnick, though she was mentioned again in season 7

Upcoming projects

Scott Marder and Rob Rosell are coming on for the S5E10 pod!

Glenn Howerton double feature on May 12 with Blackberry and Charlie's film Fool's Paradise.

Charlie only had Glenn in the movie until he did reshoots when he added a lot of Sunny cast. He offered Rob a role but he was busy. David Hornsby is also in it (not seen in the trailer).

IASIP season 16 is coming out in June.

In the meantime, RCG say to watch Succession and Tommy Boy.

#always sunny podcast #iasip podcast #tasp #iasip #glenn howerton #charlie day #rob mcelhenney #rcg #iasip s5 #the gang gives frank an intervention #megan ganz #66 the gang gives frank an intervention #speaking of s16 teases it also sounded like rob was saying someone called erin o'brien was going to be on the show #before glenn shushed him and they had a disagreement on whether they should spoil that detail #the captions weren't uploaded yet so I can't tell exactly what they were saying #does anyone know who this o'brien (or whatever he said) is?#sur rambles #sur

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3 - Memaw's Car

Part 4

It's About Time

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Raising up the slingshot in my hands I drew the rubber band back with my right hand and held the other part in my left one. Firing it off the rock that was on the band launched off and hit an old tv we were throwing rocks at in. “Dang. It's your turn.”

“Don’t worry I’ll break it.” Georgie takes the weapon from my hand and drew it backwards, firing off the second shot where it hit the screen on one of the corners but it still didn’t break it.

Eyeing the old tv in the alleyway I knew if we wanted to break it or blow it up we were gonna need something stronger. “I think I saw some matches in the garage. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” He said watching me run around the corner of the alley back to his house.

Rummaging around in some of the boxers in the garage the backdoor peaked open where I heard Missy’s voice. “Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Hey Missy, I’m looking for some matches. Your brother and I are going to blow up a tv.” I spun on my feet seeing the nine year old girl holding her Cabbage-patch doll.

Her eyes twinkled. “Woah. Can I come watch?”

“Not this time. Just in case something goes wrong.” I said to her digging around a box finding the small box waving bye to her. Coming back to the alleyway Georgie takes one of the matches and strict it on the ground.

He held the light match smiling brightly at me before he threw it on the tv and we ran like hell. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Woah ah!” I screamed landing on the ground with Georgie lifting his head up seeing the tv bits on fire. “I can’t believe it worked.”

Georgie ran a hand through his hair seeing some house lights come on and we heard one of our neighbors hollering. “What the hell is going on out there!”

“Let’s go before Brenda Sparks sends the chickens after us.” I told him scrambling to my feet and we ran back to the Cooper house coming in through the front door seeing his Memaw on the phone and the twins waiting to hear what she had to say.

“What's goin' on?” Georgie came up beside me.

Sheldon responded. “Dad's in the hospital.”

“What?” Georgie gasped. “Why's Dad in the hospital?”

Memaw held up her hands trying to calm him down. “He's gonna be fine. He had chest pains. He's gonna be fine.”

“What are we doin'? Why aren't we going to the hospital?” Georgie looked from me to his family members beginning to get mad.

Memaw eyed her oldest grandson. “Nobody's goin' nowhere. We're just gonna stay calm, have a nice dinner, and wait for your mama to call and tell us what's what.”

“I'm not hungry.” Georgie stomped off to his room slamming his bedroom door behind him.

I slumped my shoulders chasing after him, knocking on his bedroom door softly and he opened the door where I walked inside and shut it behind me. “Georgie, can I come in…hey he’s going to be okay.”

“I want to go see him, Y/n.” He began sliding his shoes back on and changed his tea shirt.

Sitting down on his bed I bounced watching him get changed. “Georgie, your Memaw is right that we should wait until we hear something.”

“I don’t want to sit around and wait. I won't sleep through the night.” He grumbled running his fingers through his curly locks.

Sitting in silence on his bed I debated on agreeing with his grandmother but he made a good point. “Fine, let's go see your father.” Getting to my feet we exited his bedroom instantly.

Georgie and I creeped down the hallway to the twins shared bedroom where he creaked the door open seeing they were both awake. “I'm goin' to see Dad. You guys want to come?”

“How? Meemaw said we have to stay here.” Sheldon asked with Missy already climbing out of her bed covers.

Georgie asked his brother with a groan. “You want to go or not?”

The four of us snuck outside noticing Connie passed out in a lawn chair snoring like a bear. Georgie slowly took her keys from her pocket coming over to us when Sheldon asked. “What are you doing?”

“I'm driving to the hospital. You can come with me or stay here up to you.” He said looking between the twins.

Missy answered. “I'm comin'.”

“Me too.”

Georgie eyed his brother. “Sheldon?”

“You're 14. You don't know how to drive.” He explained.

Georgie sent him a simple glare. “I drove a tractor at 4-H camp. It's the same thing.”

“But you sat on the farmer's lap.” Sheldon said uneasy.

“Then stay here. Come on, Missy, Y/n.” Georgie walked to the elderly woman’s car. He got in the driver’s seat and me in the passenger side. Missy reached over the console from the backseat turning on the radio. “What are you doin’?”

“Travelin' music.” She simply replied.

The back door of the car was opened where we all turned our heads seeing Sheldon wearing pillows and a football helmet. “Ugh. I'm coming with you.”

“Why are you wearin' my helmet?” Georgie questioned.

Sheldon groaned in the backseat. “I don't expect this to end well.”

“And the pillows?” Georgie made a face.

Sheldon grunted finally setting. “Same answer.”

“Turn it off. I've got to concentrate.” Georgie told her.

“Aw.” Missy whines as I buckled my seatbelt and we were off towards the hospital.

Sheldon begged. “Please drive slowly.”

“Relax. I know what I'm doin'.” Georgie clicked his seatbelt buckle on turning the steering wheel and we drove away from the house. We had gone off into the grass twice, almost ran through a stop sign and hit multiple trash cans.

I began feeling worried that we were going to get lost or end up in an accident. “Georgie, are you sure you know how to get to the hospital?”

“Yeah. It's right across the street from the Dairy Queen.” He answered peaking his head over the wheel as best as he could.

Sheldon chimed in. “Which Dairy Queen?”

“What are you talkin' about?” Georgie asked confused.

He told him. “There's two.”

Missy started saying from the backseat. “You're gonna hit it!”

“Which is the one Mom takes us to?” Georgie asked, looking around for the restaurant anywhere.

“You're gonna hit it!” Missy warned him and sure enough he hit a fourth set of cans.

Gripping the seatbelt in my hands Georgie hit the brakes throwing us almost all through the windshield causing me to whip my head around snapping off at my best friend. “Georgie let me drive now.”

“Y/n, I’ve got this.” He attempted to talk his way out of this.

I glared at him with him sitting on the side of the road seeing an ambulance fly past us. “No you don’t. I’m sorry to say it but you don’t.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” Georgie raised his voice.

Throwing my hands up in the air I kicked the floorboard. “George Jr give me the car keys now. That’s an ambulance and our best action is to follow it!”

“Ooh, you're in trouble now!” Missy smiled brightly at him seeing me undoing my seatbelt coming around to his side of the car. Flinging his door open and snatching the keys so he had no choice but to let me drive. He switched places and we finally made it to the hospital.

We came running into the lobby of the hospital seeing their mom and Connie before their mom went to check on their dad. Connie held out her hand. “Georgie. Give me my damn keys.”

“I have’em actually, Connie.” Reaching into my pocket I dropped them to her hand.

She asked the four of us. “How did I beat you here?”

“We kept hitting garbage cans.” Missy answered her question.

Connie covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God.”

“I need to wash my hands. There are germs here that can kill you.” Sheldon got up to his feet.

His memaw grabbed his arm. “Hold up. Now, y'all like it when your meemaw babysits. Poker, candy, firecrackers.”

“Yes.” The kids said and I nodded in agreement.

“Well, if your mother ever finds out what you did tonight, that is never gonna happen again.” She warns us.

Sheldon gasped. “I can't lie to my mother.”

Connie glared at him. “Sure you can.”

“Sheldon, remember what Georgie taught you about lying and remember I know what scares you.” I warned him with my arms over my chest with me pointing two fingers at him. He never said anything and we only ever talked about it when we were much older.

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I was thinking about the dragon pox fic idea… and what if it was Harry as a kid who had dragon pox! Sirius and Marlene can’t visit him because they have one daughter and she’s pregnant with another. Marlene’s bp is high because her baby is in the hospital and he loves being cuddled when he’s sick and she can’t do that for him. Sirius is losing his shit because he can only see his boy through a window and can’t tell him he’ll be ok. He’s going through all of Fleamont’s journals to see if there was any cure for it or just anything to help his boy. His daughter is a crying mess and wants to be with her brother, and when Ginny comes over to cheer her up she tells Sirius daughter there is no way Harry Potter is dying on her because he promised to marry her and give her a cake 3x the size of her. So they try to make a plan to kidnap Harry and break him out of the hospital (Ron gets sucked into this plan too) not understanding the consequences. Harry starts talking in his sleep when his fever is really high and Sirius asks the healer what he’s saying and they tell him he was talking to his dead parents, and all the blood drains from Sirius face. We got angst. We got comedy. We got our big brother cabbage with his cabbage patch sister(s). Most important we got baby Hinny.

First off, HARRY’S CABBAGE PATCH SISTERS?!?! That is the most adorable thing I have ever heard in my life. I will forever refer to them in this manner.

Second of off, as a parent, there is no way that Sirius would quarantine from that little boy. He would totally see him and quarantine himself off from the girls. Is that even possible?? Would the hospital allow that? And that’s be gut wrenching to Marlene because she’s pregnant and has another kid. She can’t risk both of them getting sick and having no one there for the cabbage patch!

Third of all, of course little sweet Harry could promise to marry little Ginny because in every universe they know each other as kids they are super close and adorable!

Fourth, could you imagine Ginny and the little one (I totally almost wrote her name and spoiled it) are packing up their supply rucksacks. Maia would totally bring Harry’s favorite stuffy and Ginny would grab some of her mum’s treacle tart. Ron thinks they’re bonkers and has to add a book about Quidditch.

Fifth of all, AHHHHH HARRY TALKING TO HIS DEAD FAMILY.

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Imagine

Slender Brothers protecting you from Slashers.

Offender sits up in your bed, your head and a pillow on his lap as you slowly relax into slumber. He promises you won't get any nasty surprises. You won't dream at all. He'll be right there, inside your head all night- and he'll beat the crap out of any nightmares that try to creep under your covers. Just close your eyes, cupcake, I got ya covered.

Jason might be undead, but there's not much he can do buried 15 feet under ground. Slender always has been and always will be the king of the forest, and while you're under his protection no harm will come to you- much less from a mommas boy toting an independent brain the size of a peanut. Now go get rid of those Blair Witch wannabes like I told you 10 minutes ago. I'm not going to do everything around here Y/N.

Splendor loves all sorts of creatures, from all walks of life all over the world. Two legs, four legs, wheels, fishtails... He just believes that- Everything and everyone born here, belongs here. ... But he does struggle with that unnatural little cabbage patch kid Chucky. Such rotten evil hidden away inside misleading, innocent packaging- and worse, trying to hurt you? He doesn't mind isolating Chucky on a little row boat in the middle of the ocean as a time out for a while- for your peace of mind.

No fashion challenged freak of nature is going to scare you out of town, much less hurt you- not with Trender on the watch. When Michael inevidably sneaks into your apartment Halloween night, he's there waiting to swiftly remove an important beating organ and stash it away in a nearby jack-o-lantern. In the morning he has breakfast for you and cautions to darling, dont look in that one pumpkin for now.

#*cough* i left the 'nightmare' one open without a name in case there are any #slumber party massacre fans about #👀 hello... you know who you are...#Imagine #Slender Brothers Imagine #Slender Brothers #Slender Bros #Slenderman #Offenderman #Trenderman #Splenderman #Splendorman #x Reader

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A few short story ideas, bb:

Anne, the Olympian, at The Olympics in Montreal

Anne the speed demon lol! Apparently, she drove 93 mph in a 70-mph zone near her home in Gloucestershire, went to court and fined.

Anne's affair with her bodyguard, Mark Cross👀

bb, your version of the private letters between Anne and Sir Tim Laurence, that were obtained by The Sun but never published.

The Fandom rigged the Pulitzers?! Justice for busybody!

Inspired by true events. For the Annedom/fAnnedom xo

One fine morning in 1993, Princess Anne stood in the mirror combing her bouffant for another day of busy engagements. Today she was going to an engagement at a horsey school and decided to wear her full Olympic horsey outfit for the occasion.

Her husband, Timmy appeared behind her with hearts in his eyes. 'Wow, you look fresh out of a trough'

Anne scowled. 'What have I told you about making horsey compliments when you don't understand horses!'

'I'm sorry my beloved' Timmy said mournfully. He really was trying to understand her love of horses and continued to wear his chaps every evening because the sight of them set her nethers in a flutter.

'A trough is what animals drink out of, if I had come out of a trough I'd look like a rat coming out of a sewer!'

Timmy did a sad face but didn't argue with Anne. She was in a bad mood because Fergie had pranced too far and trampled over her cabbage patch.

'If you want to give me a horsey compliment there's many of them!' Anne proceeded for ten minutes listing horsey related compliments starting with 'Your heart is like a Trojan Horse' and ending with 'I could ride you!'

All of a sudden Anne snapped out of her equine reverie and hollered 'oh busybody I'm late! This is your fault for distracting me!!!'

Timmy was startled and tried to help but Anne was out of there and he mused out loud 'like a stallion out of a stable'.

'It's like a horse out of a gate!!!' Anne shouted as she sped away.

On the way to the horsey school, Anne put her foot down and grumbled about the uselessness of men. Just look at her three brothers. She couldn't be late, the family already had a reputation for being lazy, useless, tax money stealing busybodies.

Suddenly a siren started blaring behind her. 'What the shit butt are my escort doing?!' When they levelled up next to her, she suddenly realised this was no royal escort, it was the Pauper Police.

Anne dutifully stopped in a layby and the officer approached her.

'Excuse me, my name is Constable Buthol. Do you realise you were going 93 MPH?'

'Well yes of course I do Constable Butthole, I am Princess Anne and I have an important engagement at the horsey school, and now I'm even more late!!!'

'It's Buthol'

'That's what I said busybody Butthole! Now fine me quickly so I can get on my way'

'That's enough of your insolence, I'm an officer of the law and I am hereby confiscating this vehicle under section 6.9 of the highway code - dangerous driving and abuse of a member of the Pauper Police'

'ASS FLAKES!!!' As Butthole went to fill in the paperwork, Anne quickly used her car radio to call Timmy. 'Timmy I'm in trouble, I know I called you useless but I've been stopped by the Pauper Police for speeding and verbal abuse (snowflakes!) and I must get to the horsey school!'

'You didnt call me useless, my beloved'

'Well it was in my head then! Just hurry up will you, I'm on the road next to the lake. The traffic is too heavy. Bring me my horse!'

Timmy panicked. He couldn't ride a horse well, but what else would get Anne there in time? Suddenly he had a brainwave, his nethers jolted up at his cleverness.

Back on the road, Anne was standing alone after Butthole had taken her car. 'Fucking asshole busybody bitch bastard, and WHERE is Timmy with my horse?'

Just then there was a gigantic splash in the lake behind her. Timmy sat in a speedboat wearing his boaty uniform waving up at her and shouted, 'I can't do horses but I can do boats!'

Anne's nethers and whethers fluttered at her handsome sailor's efforts. She immediately jumped off the road and landed in his arms.

'I wondered if I had been too brusque this morning and you'd given up on me' Anne said as they sped along the lake, narrowly missing Fergie as she performed a solo synchronised swim.

'Never my beloved, wild horses couldn't drag me away from you or your nethers'

'Finally you got one right!' Anne said gleefully. Someone would be getting a roll in the hay tonight.

Fin.

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