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breakfast monkey,,,
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something something caretaker! steve gets hired by rockstar! eddie to look after and live with wayne. everything is set up over the phone after eddie was given his resume so eddie's never physically seen the guy but he has enough positive reviews and references that it seems like there is anybody in this world that doesn't like this steve harrington fellow.
wayne munson soon becomes his #1 fan.
wayne keeps telling eddie all about steve in their weekly phone calls. anytime eddie tries to steer the conversation into something actually about wayne's health and wellbeing, wayne manages to involve steve. says that steve's blushing face is real handsome while steve rolls his eyes and laughs to himself across the room.
"you should come home on your next break," wayne says.
"i'm planning to."
"steve really wants to meet you," wayne says with an infliction.
"well, shit, wayne. from how much you gush about him, i'm excited to meet your new boyfriend too," eddie teases.
"oh hush, you. my casanova days are over. you, however, could use someone good."
the next break eddie has, nearly six months after steve starts working for the munsons, he arrives at nearly 11pm. he's quiet as he sneaks into the house he bought wayne years ago and nearly shits himself when he sees steve hanging out on the couch watching TV. he drops his suitcase to the floor, jolting steve out of his trance.
"oh god, i'm so sorry!" steve rushes to say as eddie clutches his chest and tries to steady his breathing.
"steve, i take it?" eddie laughs breathlessly.
"yeah, hi," steve stands from the couch and holds his hand out. "nice to finally meet you."
steve steps into the light as he does this and eddie's taken aback by just how handsome he is. oh fuck, wayne wasn't just messing around. eddie takes his hand, firm and strong, and shakes it.
"sorry to jumpscare you like that," steve smiles and his eyes twinkle in the low hallway light.
"no, i should've prepared myself," eddie says. "someone hasn't been in the house either than wayne or i in....well, ever."
"don't worry, i'll try to keep mostly to myself as you two have quality bonding time," steve replies sheepishly.
eddie shakes his head. "you don't gotta do that. you're more welcome around us than anyone. i owe you so much for looking after him."
steve smiles. "you already sign all my paychecks."
right, yeah. eddie's technically this guy's boss. eddie's never really thought of it that way before. that means any plans eddie's monkey brain had in the last thirty seconds about flirting with the handsome caretaker is out the window. it wouldn't be appropriate. eddie slouches and gives steve a tired smile.
"i'm gonna turn in. see you at breakfast?" eddie asks, hopeful despite his conflicting internal monologue.
"be prepared for oatmeal," steve jokes. "it's the only thing he wants for breakfast nowadays."
eddie scrunches up his face. "you don't have any poptarts or anything fun stashed away somewhere?"
"depends. do you like brown sugar cinnamon?" steve asks.
"love it," eddie whispers.
"then yeah, your breakfast fate can be a little better," steve nudges his elbow and it lights up eddie's skin.
"thank you caretaker steve," eddie salutes and turns heel to his teenage bedroom.
over the next few days, eddie goes out of his mind. he watches steve just do his job, the job he hired him to do, and he's still going crazy over it. how steve prepares for everything, accidents and things eddie couldn't even predict. spoon feeds wayne if his hands are too shaky. jokes and messes around with him like he's family. wayne's eyes keep drifting over to eddie's when steve isn't looking, a smug little smirk on his face.
"it can't happen," eddie seethes when steve leaves the room. "you're what's important here and i need him to stick around."
"and i need you to stop moping about the country, getting your heart broken every other week," wayne retorts. "steve's a good boy. he would treat you right."
"we don't even know if he's gay," eddie grumbles.
wayne gives him an unimpressed look that makes eddie bark out a frustrated laugh. "take a look at his bedroom, kid. you'll have all your questions answered," wayne advises right before steve returns.
"jeopardy time?" steve asks, hands already on wayne's wheelchair handles.
"eddie is gonna beat us both," wayne claims.
"that so?" steve beams. eddie is glaring daggers at wayne.
"he's full of useless facts," wayne jokes while eddie throws up his hands and steve laughs joyfully.
eddie falls for steve more and more as the week goes on. he tries his best to restrain it, tries his best to never be alone with steve. catches himself from checking steve out (especially in his daily running outfit, god) and swallows flirtatious lines that nearly escape his mouth. it's hard to say no when steve invites him to watch a movie or hang out with him while he cooks dinner but he does. eddie has to be coming off like a total dick at this point but it's for the best.
steve is out running an errand so eddie finally decides to snoop only a little bit. opens steve's bedroom door and smiles at all the decorations. sure enough, there is a little bisexual pride flag sticking out of the pen cup on his desk. eddie is admiring framed photos of steve and some kids along with little handwritten camp postcards on his corkboard when steve enters the room.
"anything interesting?" steve jokes from the doorway.
"shit!" eddie yells, clutching his chest again like he did the first night. "fuck, i'm so sorry."
"don't be," steve shrugs easily. "it is your house after all. i snoop your teenage bedroom all the time when wayne asks me to change the sheets."
"still, i shouldn't be invading your privacy," eddie says with an apologetic face.
steve walks carefully over to where eddie is standing. "i don't think there is much privacy between us where wayne is concerned," steve says quietly with a kind smile, leaning up against the desk.
"i'm sorry about him," eddie groans, rubbing his hand over his chin. "he is a little pushy about my love life."
"no, i'm sorry that he's weird about us. i swear i called you handsome once and he has never left it alone since," steve admits with a small blush.
eddie's eyebrows raise. "you think i'm handsome?"
"are you kidding me? you got this whole," steve gestures in a circle, "rockstar bravado going on. hard not to admire the show."
"well, you've got a show i admire too," eddie admits, inching closer.
steve huffs, looking down bashfully. "do i?"
"mhm. smart, genuine guy with a heart of gold. makes wayne's days better. lights up a room. probably rescues cats from trees and saves drowning puppies," eddie smiles.
steve tilts his head from side to side. "i may have rescued a cat before but it was stuck under my little brother Dustin's porch."
"see? heart of gold," eddie repeats.
steve exhales deeply, twisting his mouth. "i wasn't sure if you liked me."
eddie reaches his hand over and touches steve's hand on top of the desk. steve looks up shyly to eddie's sympathetic face. "i didn't want to-- there's a power trip here, you know? like you said, i sign your paychecks. i'm not about to pull out the moves and make you feel like your job is at risk if you aren't into it."
steve nods before slowly rubbing his thumb over eddie's.
"and if i am into it?" steve whispers.
"well i--" eddie stutters.
"can i kiss you?" steve asks quietly. eddie's not sure he's ever been asked in his entire life.
eddie nods. when steve's lips touch his, it's all over. any pretense of keeping his feelings undercover blows up like fireworks underneath his skin. eddie feels as his resolve sparkles and cracks away into the air. he encourages steve to keep kissing him by pulling in his face closer. steve sucks his bottom lip in between his own when his watch beeps.
"wayne's meds," steve whispers.
"old bastard," eddie jokes. "watch a movie with me later?"
steve bites his lip and nods. "i know just the couch."
#emily writes#emily's brain worms attacking her at work once again!!!!!#steddie ficlet#steddie#steddie au#steddie fics#steve harrington/eddie munson#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Scarlet Weaves
Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader
a Scarlet Webs story
It had been like a dream for Wanda. A new world. A new love. A new chance to live and love again.
She was undoubtedly in love with her Spider Monkey, you. It was amazing. The city welcomed her with open arms and even the press gave you and her a cute nickname: Scarlet Webs.
You and her had settled into a nice routine: breakfast with the team, patrol, date night, and then cuddle for the rest of the evening. It was simple, sweet, and it made Wanda feel like there could be a balance between hero and home life. Her heart only grew more and more for you. That life with a home and two little boys seemed so close to a reality.
So much so that she began looking at houses in the Queens area. It was just a mere fantasy but she just loved looking at pictures of houses in Queens. She even got so light jeering from Tony about it.
“Looking at housing for you and your web head?” He’d let out a little laugh. “Just pick one! I can buy any property you want. Just say the word, Red”
Tony kept you and the rest of the team on his payroll. Made sure that you and her were never starving or hurting for money.
Anyway that brings you and Wanda to tonight. You were having a little date night on the town. You were currently making out on a giant web that you spun in some hidden area of the city.
Wanda couldn’t help but giggle. It felt so enticing yet scandalous. You kept one hand on her back while the other was gently holding her cheek.
The two of you lost track of time as you rolled and kissed on that silky web. Wanda couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again.
“Detka” she whispers, out of breath.
“My little witch” you smile back as you gently massage her back. You never felt this way about anyone, let alone someone from another universe.
“I love you” she whispers against your lips.
“I love you and I’m crazy about you” you stare into her eyes longingly.
“I-I’ve been looking into some houses for us” she admits with a little embarrassed grin and blush.
“Really?” You ask back with smile. “You want a little place for us?”
She nods, “I-I love you and…I want to have a family with you. I-I know it seems like it’s all so fast and-“
You cut her off with another kiss. “I want you to be my family too. I’d love to grow old with you, have some kids with you, maybe have one too many drinks with you, watch some old sitcoms with you,” you found yourself rambling.
Wanda couldn’t help but laugh, she loved it when you rambled on like this.
She cut you off with a kiss of her own. “How about you feel about two boys and a little dog?”
“Sounds like paradise to me,” you answer back. “M-my aunt is selling her house in Queens”
“Really?”
“She’s allowing us to put in a bid for it. If you want” you shrug.
Wanda always loved your family. Honestly she could see herself growing old and raising a child or two in that house.
“Did you put in a bid?” She asks a little excitedly. You pull out a house key with a little smirk.
“We just have to sign the papers”
Wanda tackles you to your web, giggling and kissing you. In her excitement, Wanda’s hips end up grinding against yours. Her hands wander into your hair. Your own hands gently make their way under her shirt and up her spine. The two were lost in the heat of the moment. Little moans escape her lips. They were like a sweet symphony to your ears. How you longed to hear more.
“I love you. I love you so much!” Wanda cries. She never thought she could be this loved ever again.
“Wanda,” you groan a little, “we’re still technically out in public.
“Then take me home.” She purrs in your ear, “where no one can disturb us” she gently bites your lip.
“Yes ma’am” you whisper back as you pull her close and swing off your web.
Wanda Maximoff. The witch who literally fell out of her world and right into your arms. She finally found a reason to love again and a home to call her own. And it was all thanks to a little spider she calls her detka.
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#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#scarlet witch#scarlet witch imagine#wanda maximoff imagine#spider man#spider man reader
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Strawberry Wine ~ 𖤓
“ safe & sound “
{{ Peeta Mellark Headcanons }}
warnings: mentions of alcohol, canon Hunger Games violence/trauma, wholesome fluff, etc.
{{ word count }} 487
{{ prompt }} fluffy headcanons for our beloved bread boy !!
{{ a/n }} this is short & sweet while i test out Peeta’s character! I’m not sure what i exactly want to write with him since i’ve adored everlark for forever but for now please enjoy my silly happy thoughts! Some of these i’ve heard around the internet i think but i can’t remember where :[
Peeta Mellark, the ashy blonde from District 12 who stole the hearts of the Capital with his charms and sweet, boyish nature while also managing to tame a stubborn Mockingjay - Katniss Everdeen, and poured out his heart and soul to get back to her any way he could.
- Peeta is a morning person. He'll get up early and have breakfast ready by the time Katniss pulls out of bed (she learns to sleep in post-rebellion).
- His favorite type of bread/pastry is croissants. The tedious labor of laminating the cold butter block into the fluffy dough is cathartic in a way.
- Once, he tried to teach Katniss to paint. Once. Her attempt at trees looked more like crazy brown and green spiders but he still kissed her temple and had the painting framed, much to the girl on fire's dismay.
- Peeta doesn't like hard liquor - he never did. Effie hooks him on a strawberry wine made special in what used to be District 11, he's gifted at least one bottle every birthday or holiday.
- He's such a housewife no questions asked, hands down. Hungry? He'll cook. Thirsty? Anything you want. This man has to be physically removed from the kitchen during friendly gatherings so he can actually relax and enjoy the company.
- Also, his Dad lore is insane.
(speaking to his kids when they're older) "Oh yeah, your Mom tried to kill me once. but it's okay I made it even the next year so we're good now."
"One time I almost got eaten by a monkey in a fight to the death."
"Another time I took a spontaneous road trip, got held hostage, and then led a rebellion to victory alongside your Mom."
- Peeta teaches himself guitar so he can play along while Katniss sings. His chords are wildly out of tune at first, but he gets it eventually.
- Peeta doesn't like store-bought bread, saying his homemade loaves taste better (they do).
- He's a hugger, every hello and goodbye is met by a bear hug. His hugs are amazing as well, nice and tight but also comforting and warm.
- For a while after the war Peeta kept a journal on his nightstand to record his dreams/nightmares. Even if the text turns out to be chicken scratch in the morning Katniss still helps him decipher and work through it to solidify reality.
“What does that say ?”
“Uh… I think… no - wait, I have no idea,”
- Effie and Peeta definitely have wine nights to talk about their scary guard dog partners and how much they love them.
- Speaking of paint - it’s everywhere, all the time, mainly his hands. Oil paint is next to impossible to clean so almost all of Peeta’s shirts have some amount of color speckled on the sleeves or the thighs of his pants.
- Peeta also keeps a cookie jar of homemade cookies in the kitchen, they’re replenished every week with regular flavor swaps.
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Instagram Files | Father’s Day
Happy Father’s Day! I am back with yet another instagram file because who doesn’t want more. This is a huge bonus instagram file because I just couldn’t stop finding cute photos oops haha. Feedback is always welcome hope you enjoy it xx
Credit to the owners of these photos.
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yourinstagram: Happy Father’s day daddy! Thank you for being the most amazing dad this one could ever ask for. Thank you so much jadonsancho for being the best. Love you xx
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jadonsancho: I love you both so much 😍
marcusrashford: so adorable
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yourinstagram: Happy Father’s day to the best Daddy to our little princess. I love you Rube, have the best day ever because we are celebrating you!!
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rubendias: thank you so much angel, thank you for giving me the best little princess x
mancity: So cute, happy father’s day!
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yourinstagram: Happy Father’s Day to me and to all those single mama’s out there! I am so grateful to have you in my life, I had you when I was at my worst. I am so proud of how well you are doing and making me the proudest Mum in the world. Today we are celebrating our father’s day
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fernhawkins: so proud of you angel 😍
sasha_rebecca: the best Mummy ever to our little Theo x
ynfans: you are so amazing x
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yourinstagram: Happy Father’s day, daddy to be! Surprise, this is our cringy announcement post. masonmount you are going to be the best Dad in the world. Cannot wait for baby Mount in 6 months time
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masonmount: I am so happy, thank you for making me the happiest 😍
benchilwell: congratulations to you both!!
laurenfryer_: AHHH this is so exciting congratulations
masonmountfan: Congratulations, Mason will be the best Daddy!
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yourinstagram: finding you like this always makes me smile. I am so lucky to have you trentarnold66 😍
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trentarnold66: love you two, snuggles are always the best with my best friend
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yourinstagram: Father’s day breakfast in bed with the babies, when did we get so lucky and say hi to do lay ins oops lol kepaarrizabalaga
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kepaarrizabalaga: i guess I can cope with no lay ins if it means waking up to these cheeky monkeys
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yourinstagram: Dad to twins is never easy, but you have been amazing at it. I honestly couldn’t ask for anyone else to be the father to our beautiful boys! We love you so much! declanrice
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declanrice: love you so much 😍
masonmount: my favourites!!
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reecejames: throwback to when we took Mabel home for the first time. It seems so magical now that today is my first father’s day I get to celebrate. Being a father is a crazy journey, one I wasn’t sure if I was ready to experience but I am so glad I get to be a dad to Mabel ❤️
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yourinstagram: so cute, look how small she was here!!
masonmount: That is amazing bro, need to catch up with lil miss Mabel, miss her cuddles
reecejames masonmount: aww yes she will want to see Uncle Mase
rlc: aww bro, so cute ❤️
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yourinstagram: Bringing our baby Sophia Trapp who was born on the 17th June at 02:43am as she entered the world. We were so lucky we got to bring her home on Father’s day. Thank you to my amazing husband kevintrapp for being my birthing partner who was amazing through out. Now let’s relax into parenthood.
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erikdurn37: congratulations, I am so happy for you both! ❤️
eintractfrankfurt: Congratulations on your beautful little girl!
manuelneuer: Congratulations to you x
kevintrapp: I can’t believe she is here with us
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yourinstagram: Just like Daddy kaihavertz29
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kaihavertz29: we are the same haha
timowerner: This is such a sweet photo!
masonmount: So cute, but Joshua is cuter than you
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yourinstagram: Co-parenting has been hard and I can’t lie, but we do it so well now. I am so grateful that our little boy gets to grow up. jackgrealish ❤️
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jackgrealish: Thank you so much, appreciate you so much x
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yourinstagram: Happy Father’s Day!! We had the best day ever, going out for dinner with my little gang. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be Daddy to our boy. He is your double. Little man says thanks, his only contribution to this post haha ericdier15 ❤️
ryansess: love you all x
ericdier15: thank you for the best day with my faves
eddiedier: my favess
mattdoherty20: You are all so adorable!
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rlc: happy father’s day to me, baby Loftus Cheek is coming soon. So of course we had to get this shoot done. I do look fit, but how fit does she look. So proud of you carrying our baby for 7 months. This post should be about me becoming a dad, but you are the best for carrying him..
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yourinstagram: this is so cute, thank you. Next father’s day he will be here with us in our arms ❤️
reecejames: I am so happy for you both bro x
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jesselingard: matching with daddy ❤️
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yourinstagram: finally you get someone who can match with lol
paulpogba: love you both bro x
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yourinstagram: sleep time with my boys ben_white6
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benwhitefans: the way he holds Ben’s arm is so cutee
↪️yourinstagram: adorable isn’t lol
ben_white6: LOVEEE ❤️
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yourinstagram: Daddy time marcusrashford
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marcusrashford: this is such a cute photo!
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yourinstagram: Baby number 2 is on the way, so lucky I get to experience this again. I can’t wait to see you being a big sister. 20 weeks have been awful, sickness has been so gross. But I suppose it will be worth it when my little man is here johnstonesofficial ❤️
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johnstonesofficial: what a great photo of me!!
↪️ yourinstagram: if you say so babe lol
sasha_rebecca: Congratulations beautiful! ❤️
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yourinstagram: Your first Father’s day Chris, love you so much cmpulisic
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cmpulisic: thank you, my best ever present. Indie bear x
westonmckennie: She is so adorable bro
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esr: sneakily taken by yourinstagram 📷
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yourinstagram: how did I get so lucky ❤️
aaronramsdale: just so cute ✨
ben_white6: miss this little man
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yourinstagram: When we met, I came along with a little bundle of joy. You embraced becoming a step dad so young, I am so grateful for you and so is Benji. Thank you odegaard.98
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odegaard.98: love you both, my little man
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yourinstagram: Happy Father’s day sonny! Thank you for being the best daddy to our little girl. You have taken to fatherhood so well, seeing you with your little princess is just so amazing. We love you both so much x hm_son7
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hm_son7: Thank you baby, I am so happy with you and my little girl
sonnyfans: OMGG SO CUTE!
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yourinstagram: Surprise!! me and leongoretzka are having a baby. We are so excited to finally announce it, we are so so happy x
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leongoretzka: I am so happy we get to experience this
kevintrapp: congratulations bro 😍
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yourinstagram: sleepy baby on our walk today 😍
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joe_rodon: so cute isn’t she!
bendavies33: So stinking cute!
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yourinstagram: Sunday walks andyrobertson94 😍
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andyrobertson94: change the caption to slow Sunday walks
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benchilwell: I am celebrating father’s day here in the prettiest place and view. Thank you to my family for making today so special, we had the best day watching the sun setting. Love you all 😍
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masonmount: you are all so cute, glad you had a lovely day!
yourinstagram: love you so much
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Not the same anon but drop the list. Pls. 👀 (Only if you want to of course)
YES OFC!! I'll sort by artist and list the albums. this playlist is legit 30 hours long and a lot of it is there for atmosphere and vibes, but I'll * the albums that are essential for me and my vision!!
arctic monkeys - am, tranquility base
coldplay - *mylo xyloto
dance with the dead - near dark
destroy boys - make room (+fences)
epik high - pieces pt1, epik high is here pt1
florence + the machine - lungs, *how big how blue
gorillaz - *demon days, plastic beach
hozier - wasteland baby
japanese breakfast - psychopomp, *soft sounds, jubilee
the japanese house - good at falling
lorde - pure heroine
maneskin - teatro d'ira v1
miracle musical - hawaii pt2
mitski - be the cowboy, makeout creek, *laurel hell, the land is inhospitable
*muse - origins of symmetry, absolution, black holes and revelations, drones, resistance, the 2nd law
my chemical romance - danger days
the neighbourhood - I love you, wiped out
of monsters and men - fever dream
pink floyd - *animals, dark side of the moon, shine on you crazy diamond; plus some cuts from the wall
poppy - I disagree
pvris - white noise, all we know of heaven
also, selections from the rent movie (2005) soundtrack, and the entirety of *chess in concert (2008)
thanks for asking! it's definitely an interesting genre mix (some rock, some pop, some alt, edm, industrial metal, khiphop??? musicals???) but I love it and it's an integral part of my writing process.
super different from when I was writing both sides now and I ONLY listened to joni mitchell, although kind of the same in the sense that the music is the thematic and tonal core of the story. you can bet for the next longfic I write there will be musical inspiration and a playlist. I love music so much guys every genre every level. I love talking about music. let's talk more about music what do we fw?? any album suggestions for my massive playlist??
#ask#rant#music#thank you for asking anon!#hopefully this was interesting#i would recommend all of these albums. theyre great
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Eclipse gets a treat
“Alright monkeys,” Wade spoke up, looking around to check on his kids as they followed him into the store, “you get one treat each. Go ahead and pick out what you want.”
The three kids scampered off, Silver leading the charge while Shadow and Eclipse tailed behind. The family was out grocery shopping again and Wade had apparently feeling generous, bending to the boys’ requests for snacks.
Eclipse hadn’t wanted to come. He was happy enough sleeping in his next back home, in his pile of blankets, not out here among humans. Still, he had his duck plush Lilly (Crusher of Skulls) and his new sneakers. So he had his comfort items. So he clutched his plush and followed Silver and Shadow as they headed through the store, giving wary looks to the humans around him.
Still, this was pretty new. He’d never been let off to go find his own treats before.
“Look!” Silver said happily, little tail wagging as the boys entered an aisle filled with all kinds of colourful wrapped items, “here we are!”
Eclipse frowned, clutching his plush close to his chest. “What is this stuff??”
“Candy!” Silver replied, beaming and closing his eyes as he began to sniff out what he wanted, “it’s the best thing EVER!!! Dad should let us eat it for breakfast and lunch and dinner but he won’t.”
“I don’t want candy...” Shadow grumbled, folding his arms as though bored, “I want potato chips.”
“You’re sooooo boring...” Silver rolled his eyes, before looking to the newest member of their little clan. “Eclipse! You like candy, right??”
Eclipse took a sniff himself, leaning close and taking a whiff of something unbearable up his slit nostrils. “EW!! GROSS!!!! IT SMELLS HORRIBLE!!!!!!”
Silver’s jaw flapped open as though Eclipse had said something utterly unreasonable. “What?? What are you talking about???”
“It’s SWEET!!!”
Silver merely appeared baffled. “Well... yeah?? that’s the whole point???”
Eclipse stepped back and made a face. “I don’t want candy. Not if it tastes like it stinks!”
Shadow chuckled at Silver’s devastated expression. “Maybe you can have potato chips like me? The crunch is real nice.”
Eclipse frowned and hugged his plush. “I don’t want potato chips... or candy...” the Darkling had an idea, turning and toddling back off up the aisle as the hedgehogs continued searching out their treats. His sneakers lit up as he walked, Eclipse taking a brief moment to admire them before finding Wade.
“Dad?? Dad!!!”
Wade turned from where he was busy chatting with some human lady, the adult frowning as he looked down at Eclipse. “Oh hey, what’s up bud?”
“I don’t want candy!” Eclipse whined, hugging Lilly tight, “it smells weird! Can I have chicken wings??”
Wade hummed, fiddling with the barbed end of his tail. “Well... I’m glad you asked me instead of demanding, but chicken wings are like, part of a proper meal dude. You want potato chips instead?”
“No!!!” Eclipse stamped a foot, the sneaker flashing on and off as he bared his teeth petulantly, “I want meat!!!”
“Hey, none of that!” Wade bit back a more alien response of his own, aware of the humans around him, and maintained his calm. He frowned, looking about for an alternative treat. “We’ll just find something else for you...” he paused, slit yellow eyes locking on a packet of something near the wine. “Hey... how about this?”
Eclipse took the packet with a hand and frowned at the words. “What is it?”
“Spell it out, bud. You can do it.”
Eclipse silently read out the words, struggling somewhat with the unfamiliar writing. “Beef... jerky... what’s that?”
“It’s meat!” Wade said, “dried out and preserved and whatever. I think you’ll like it.”
Eclipse considered, took a sniff at the packet, and grinned as his tail began moving side to side. “Okay!” At that, Shadow and Silver reappeared, clutching treats of their own.
“Dad!!!” Silver ran up to his father, clutching a lollipop in one hand, “Eclipse doesn’t like candy!!! How crazy is that??”
“Hey!” Eclipse scowled at Silver, his tail whipping as he bared his teeth. “Don’t call me names!”
“Hey, knock it off the pair of you!” Wade grumbled, tail slashing from side to side with his mood. “You want these treats or not?” he received a chorus of affirmative and apologetic mumbles before reaching into his fanny pack and producing his wallet. “Okay, here’s a dollar each. Go buy your treats and we’ll head home.”
The boys did as they were told, taking their money and trotting over to the counter. Eclipse clutched Lilly in one hand, inspecting his dollar bill in the other. He was only just learning to understand how human money worked, and it seemed crazy that swapping this flimsy piece of paper for food was how they did it, but it was what it was. Eclipse watched as Silver bought his candy first, then Shadow, the two hedgehogs reaching up to make their purchases with the large-chested lady behind the counter. Eclipses’ first instinct when they moved away was to leap onto the counter itself, it was so much higher for him, but one of Wade’s rules was no jumping on furniture. Which sucked, because he was even shorter than the hedgehogs.
Eclipse tucked Lilly close to his chest with his unoccupied hand, standing on tiptoes to reach up and give his dollar and his jerky to the lady. The human woman smiled at him, just as she had done with the hedgehogs. Which was weird. Eclipse was far more used to humans screaming and throwing things at him.
“Well, hello there sugar!” the woman said, looming over him with yellow teeth showing between very red lips. Her blue eyelids blinked and she made a cooing noise as she looked over the little alien, with his plush and his sneakers. “Well aren’t you a cutie-pie?”
Eclipse furrowed his brow, puzzled. “I’m a Darkling?”
The woman laughed, a hearty sound that vibrated Eclipses’ ears. “Oh, how precious! Well, you are welcome back here anytime sonny!”
Eclipse accepted the few coins she handed him back and his packet of jerky, thoroughly confused at the lady’s words. He remained confused as he gave Wade back the change, and followed the others back out the small store and into the hot summer sun burning down on Green Hills.
“Thanks dad!” Silver chirruped happily, eagerly unwrapping his lollipop while Shadow tore into his potato chips.
“You’re welcome,” Wade replied, clasping both hands behind his head and allowing his bare scales to soak up the sun. Summertime used to be a sweaty nightmare for Wade Whipple the human, but not any more. “No more treats before dinner.”
The hedgehogs didn’t complain, munching at their snacks while Eclipse merely stared at his. “Dad?” the Darkling said quietly, “what’s a ‘cutie-pie’?”
“Huh?” Wade glanced down to the little Darkling, puzzled. “Why?”
“Because that’s what the human lady at the store called me!”
At that, Silver began cackling mischievously, grinning wide as he looked to his brother’s brother. “HA!!! Mrs Austin called you cutie-pie???”
Eclipse bared his teeth and growled. “Stop laughing at me!!!”
“Silver, leave your brother alone...” Wade lightly scolded his middle child, though appeared amused when he observed Eclipse. “She did, huh?”
“Yeah!” Eclipse cocked his head and adjusted Lilly under one arm, looking down to watch his flashing sneakers. “What does it mean? Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” Wade chuckled, “it just means she thinks... you’re a very good boy.”
Eclipse was very puzzled. He didn’t know if he liked that or not. When he’d first been stranded on Earth he’d spent a while scavenging and hunting, stealing food from humans, and any who saw him were always startled and frightened. He’d always thought they were paranoid and vicious creatures, but now he was being called ‘cutie-pie’?? Humans were weird.
Still, he’d got a treat out of it. Eclipse tore open his jerky and ate a handful. His eyes widened and his tail began swishing. It was good! He decided candy and potato chips could go stuff themselves, Eclipse would forever be a beef jerky fan.
#Eclipse the Darkling#Darkling wade#Eclipse Whipple#Shadow Whipple#Silver Whipple#he's just a little guy
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4 am vibezzzzzz
monsune - outta my mind
cecilia condit – possibly in michigan
billie eilish - idontwannabeyouanymore
crumb - locket
jack stauber - baby hotline
monsune - nothing in return
dayglow - can i call you tonight?
kane strang - my smile is extinct
rex orange county - sunflower
jack stauber - oh klahoma
billie eilish - you should see me in a crown
samm henshaw - broke
will joseph cook - girls like me
half-alive - still feel.
yungblud - parents
lauv/troye sivan - tired of love songs
troye sivan - talk me down
seventeen - change up
coin - talk too much
easy life - nightmares
phum viphurit - loverboy
missio - everybody gets high
alfie templeman - stop thinking
seventeen - good to me
will joseph cook - take me dancing
anarbor - 18
yungblud - medication
jeremy zucker - comethru
godford - downtown
the unlikely candidates - novacaine
will joseph cook - be around me
charli xcx - boys
lauv - i like me better
borns - electric love
exo - going crazy
billie eilish - copycat
ashnikko - diasy
yungblud - loner
fazerdaze - lucky girl
jawny - honeypie
seventeen - network love
circa waves - sad happy
japanese breakfast - boyish
exo - sweet lies
suggi - i'm always sad cause i'm ugly
mormor - heaven's only wishful
wayv - say it
between friends - affection
heartless bastards - only for you
mild orange - freak in me
tahiti 80 - hurts
maye - tu
wallows - these days
men i trust - show me how
hey violet - better by myself
tkay maidza - you sad
rina sawayama - xs
nct - lips
audrey nuna - damn right
rei ami - snow cone
beabadoobee - if you want to
yaeji - raingurl
princess nokia - tomboy
ateez - desire
eliot lee - pink (freak)
nct - love song
girli - hot mess
rico nasty - smack a bitch
cyn - i'll still have me
charlotte lawrence - why do you love me?
conan gray - generation why
taeyong - long flight
d.o - that's okay
clairo - pretty girl
benee - supalonely
ruel - painkiller
dean - instagram
zico - she's a baby
ricky montgomery - mr loverman
oliver tree - alien boy
cavetown - boys will be bugs right?
rex orange county - loving is easy
nct - love me now
lorn - acid rain
joji - in tongues (the whole thing idc)
andrew huang - stars
the academic - fake id
blackbear - idfc
gnash - ilusm
keshi - over u
james bay - hold back the river
rei brown - is it too late?
seventeen - trauma
samsa - tinder samurai
arctic monkeys - mardy bum
exo - stronger
sir chloe - michelle
kali uchis - dead to me
ama lou - northside
raveena - honey
tom oddel - another love
lay - honey
yeule - pixel affection
hey violet - guys my age
james bay - let it go
exo - universe
hozier - take me to church (+ the neon jungle cover)
neon jungle - brave heart
placebo - i feel you
ash - girl from mars
atlas - you are my world
fats'e - dissociate
blur - she's so high
david bowie - heroes
exo - heaven
fleetwood mac - little lies
jackson wang - oxygen
placebo - post blue
shinigami - shooting stars
sigrid - high fives
thin lizzy - dancing in the moonlight
caleb belkin - i fall in love too easily
burbank - sorry i like you
david bowie - life on mars
no vacation - lovefool
mia rodrigez - psycho
yezi - 미묘
tessa violet - crush
stoned jesus - i'm the mountain
omori - pure imagination
drenge - fuckabout
radiohead - no surprises
semisonic - secret smile
taeyong - long flight
still woozy - goodie bag
the regrettes - seashore
jordan suaste - body
deathbyromy - problems
au/ra - panic room
weathers - happy pills
hayley kyoko - girls like girls
yungblud - kill somebody
conan gray - maniac
5sos - teeth
brye - lemons
june - a little messed up
ic3peak - Плак-Плак
loren - empty trash
eaj - pacman
rich brian - history
rich brian and eaj - love in my pocket
eden - sex
wonho - open mind
jet - are you gonna be my girl
forrest - your soul
hope tala - cherries
bea miller - that bitch
kesha - woman
lola blanc - angry too
loveleo - boyfren
sakima - daddy
teddy hyde - sex with a ghost
mad tsai - boy bi
blackbear - do re mi
remi wolf - photo id
saint motel - my type
mike posner - cooler than me
p!nk - funhouse
bruno mars - that's what i like
sitcom – still life
the scary jokes – icicles
#ive found this in the notes app#it was the only thing there#please enjoy#idk what was going on or when was this compiled#music#playlist#4 am things
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Kill a stalker
It's disgusting. He's watching Sonbe again. How dare he? I want to rip out his eyes.
You see this guy again when you pass by the house of your unrequited love. It's too disgusting. How he got it.
A new school day, but so happy. Sanu and I are a couple together today and he's sitting across from you. And it doesn't matter what the lecturer says anymore. You can only imagine him next to you, how you will live happily. Oh, and his pleas for life. So cute.
As he passes by, he constantly smiles at you, and you smile at him. What he didn't know was that underneath the sweet smile there was a manic addiction. And that's good, you shouldn't scare him ahead of time. Let him consider you one of the fans.
You've been walking past his house for a week now and you see a black-haired guy. He's disgusting. Trying to break down the door of your love. And what a surprise it was when he opened it.
Approaching Sanu's house and standing in front of the door. You didn't even have to guess with the code. You enter 4528 quickly. The door opens.
Once your passion got sick, and his friends sent you to him to help him catch up with the program in related subjects. Thanks to them.
Strange. This guy was nowhere to be found. Although… It's dirty. I was lying on the bed and self-satisfied. What an abomination. It's time to kill this stalker.
A light swing with a monkey wrench at the guy's skull, and he fell dead. Funny. He's so weak. You can't even play with him. But Sanu is different. He will definitely be stronger. He will definitely be there… Yours.
After that, the door was heard opening. You hid in one closet, watching through a crack as Sanu goes to the kitchen. He hasn't noticed anything yet. You can show yourself. It's only worth hiding your toy behind your back. He might get scared.
And you see a muscular back. He's so beautiful, but he's going to be even more beautiful. Especially when, after being hit on the shin, he falls to the floor, trying to attack you. But your bones are intact. How funny.
—Honey, don't be afraid, be a good boy and behave yourself.
He grabs you by the shin, but the precise blow shifts the bones on the metacarpus and he howls as you continue to beat him, breaking more and more bones.
But don't just torture. Therefore, you sit him down, and begin to cover the guy's face with light kisses, undressing, and then bringing the first-aid kit, starting to rewind the bruises, kissing each one, causing new screams.
— You're yelling so sweetly…
— You fucking bitch!
— Well, you can't do that with your girlfriend.
You grab him by the throat and then hit him against the wall, watching as a bloodstain appears on it. He's been holding on a lot longer than you expected.
After some tinkering, you brought him into the room, putting him on the bed and removing the stalker's body. When you threw the body down the stairs to the basement, you followed it down. Can I give a gift to my beloved?
Sanu woke up in his bed, in a clean bed, and you were lying next to him. I didn't sleep, I just smiled and looked at him.
— You're going to die…
— And I love you. You can eat today, I've made you breakfast. And a gift.
You come back after with a tray of food and start feeding the guy. Alas, his hands are bandaged.
— Don't worry, two weeks and you'll get used to it and we'll go for a walk with you. In the meantime, I'll take care of you. Don't be afraid, everyone knows you're sick. Eat up.
And of course he would have eaten. At knifepoint. I even crossed the threshold. He understood his victims now. Now he felt sorry for them.
— And here's a present.
You smile, opening a beautiful box in front of him, which turned out to be the eyes of that boy.
— He looked at you so often, so I decided to help. Now he can look at you even after death.
She's crazy. Fucking. A sadist.
Only these words were spinning in his head. He wanted to die, but you wouldn't let him. You tortured him constantly, but as soon as he closed his eyes, you brought him to his senses.
It's been almost a year. A year. He's already used to it. He's already fallen in love. He poked you just so you wouldn't pull out his nails again. As long as she doesn't dislocate her joints again. As long as she doesn't get mad again.
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Wreckless - Best and Worst - Part 2
*Warning Adult Content*
Emmett
Finn is back and I open the door as soon as he knocks and he comes in smiling.
"Hey darling."
"Hi Emmett, mind if I change?"
Out of a monkey suit?
"Never."
"Are we going anywhere, do I need clothes?"
"Do you want to?"
He might not want to sit around my house all afternoon.
I'm going out later so I'm more than happy to be lazy for a few but I'll suck it up if he wants to go out.
"Not really, honestly."
He strips and then walks over.
"Rule number two, isn't it? You get to manhandle me a little bit now."
He kisses me then and I love that he initiates it and I am more than happy to wrap him up a little and let my hands roam.
I like my rules.
A lot.
I'm not a huge fan of rules in general but these two have my full support.
I'm glad he doesn't have a problem with them either.
"Was it a nice service?"
"It was," he mumbles into my neck as he leans against me.
"Glad you didn't mind me coming back, thanks."
"You're welcome anytime, darling, anytime."
The dryer buzzer goes off and I have to let him go.
"I'll be back in a minute, make yourself at home."
When I come back upstairs he's in the kitchen munching on apple.
"I needed a snack, hope that's okay."
"That's what it's there for. There's watermelon and some strawberries in the fridge, too."
He's eyeing up the blueberry muffins that are on the counter.
"Those are for your rushing to work mornings, save a couple."
"You're sweet but I told you, Emmett, you fill me up plenty."
That boy.
"Finn, do NOT start anything."
"I'm not, I'm just saying. I'll take one tomorrow, they're gonna ask if I've eaten breakfast for the blood draw and I don't think I should tell them about my morning endorphin shake."
Morning shake. I internally groan.
"No, please don't. I have to take these upstairs."
"I'll come. Hey, I was thinking that if I wash the stuff I have here I could just leave it?"
I like the sound of that and it'll be easier on him.
"Sounds good, just toss it in my hamper and I'll wash it for you."
"I can do it Emmett."
Apparently just a look stopped him, interesting.
"Put it in the hamper."
"Okay. Thank you."
He goes through his bag while I fold and put my stuff away and I make a drawer for him in my dresser.
He objects to that too but he doesn't need to live out of a bag.
He finally agrees when I tell him that I'll need somewhere to put his washed things.
"Can we talk about last night yet?"
I don't want to have to cut it short to head to Dad's.
"Sure."
He sits cross-legged on my bed and grabs a pillow to put in his lap.
"I'm fine though, are you fine? Or are you not and that's why you're asking?"
He's worried and it's cute but that doesn't mean I'm not going to put a stop to it.
"I had a blast, darling. I'm not sure where I came up with that stuff, I do NOT usually talk like that but I guess reading erotica helps. But you're the one I'm worried about."
"I'm fine. Sore, I'll admit that I'm a little bit sore but other than sitting very gently on the pew at church and wondering if I was the only one there with a sore ass, it is soooo okay because it's worth it. Really."
Good. Okay.
"So, favorite part?"
"Oooh, fun game but you have to answer too, okay?"
I nod and he continues.
"It was my fantasy, I loved all of it but hmmm, let me think. Oooh, when you said you were gonna hurt me, damn, all the master talk, honestly. I mean, crap I'm getting hard again and my balls already ache. Threatening to do it again, that's my favorite part. Can we? Sometimes?"
Was that an 's' on sometime?
"Your turn."
"We can do it again sometime if you want but it'll be your decision, you just let me know if and when, okay?"
I get a big smile and an enthusiastic nod.
"I guess the sounds you made, your whimpering sort of made me crazy. Okay, really made me crazy. All of it, I just got so wrapped up in the whole thing, Finnegan. Scared me a little that I was so into it but I knew you were loving it even with all that begging me to stop. It was hot as hell, really. And I loved playing with you beforehand, a lot."
"I liked that too. My imagination was going wild and I loved being at your mercy like that. I have to admit that I sort of liked not having to do anything, either. Like I didn't have to worry about pleasing you, is that awful?"
He needs reassurance but I know exactly what he means.
"I understand, we did have the whole 'topping is hard' talk, remember?"
"Exactly. Yes, like that but even more. I don't have everything figured out yet but I do know that when I'm in headspace I don't like to think too hard about anything, I just want to relax and if you want to touch me I'm happy to let you as long as I can just not really worry about it. It's nice. It's really, really fucking nice."
"Good. Okay, harder question. Least favorite?"
It's important but that doesn't mean it's easy to ask him that.
"It being over?" he teases.
"No, I'll try, let me think. But honestly Emmett... I liked all of it. Whatever I manage to think of is still going to be good. Um, hold on."
I'm more than happy to wait.
I'm glad he's giving it some thought.
"Am I allowed to say the nerves? I was worried I would go too far and that you weren't enjoying it as much as I was. I was worried I'd freak you out or that you'd stop. Is that a fair answer? I would tell you if anything made me uncomfortable but really Emmett, I promise, it was amazing. Maybe the spankings if I have to choose a real thing. I mean, in the scene they were great but damn, they sting. Now you."
No spanking outside of rough scenes, got it.
"That's fair and it's my answer too. I mean, I was in charge and saying all that shit and I was scared I'd actually scare you or push you too far. I didn't really want to hurt you and I still did, I'm sure."
"Not much, really. Yes, the end was really intense, my ass got a thorough fucking, but I liked it. It fit, you know? Um, maybe too much info but we need to figure out a way to get me really well prepped without so much work, maybe, you know what I mean?"
God he's cute when he blushes.
"We could just plug you for awhile first."
He's even redder now, it's adorable.
"True story, I've never used toys. I wouldn't even know what to try, or use but whatever you think."
"I'll put some of that huge wad of cash you left me into a few toys for you then, darling. Not even a vibrator? Anything?"
I'm going to get him a plug set, that's for sure.
Work him up slowly while he's watching a movie or something.
Damn, now I'm getting stiff.
"I'm not a prude I guess I just never really needed them or, I don't know. But no, nothing, so surprise me."
"Okay, I will."
I don't love shopping but this will be a lot of fun.
Hopefully I can get stuff here before next weekend.
The sooner the better.
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rude awakening
it's me he's having sex with and i'm jealous...of YOU? for WHAT?
what are you talking about?
what the fuck do you mean "what am i talking about"? y'all are fucking and he's saying that shit to me.
"of course. you're prettier than her. she put a spell on her sister! everyone is jealous of you. i can't believe mali did that. it's because she can't sing."
i can't sing? why don't tell you dumbass friends that this is about sex? and why are you c-error all of sudden. emerald...jade...YOU'RE tangyan? you're the jazz singer? okay.
how am i ayesha in this situation? tangyan is elizabeth g@skell and you are "ME". they're the same person.
i'm the one that has the rich husband. that's just how it is. you're mad that you're a lesbian who can't sing.
i'm not onigga or r1hanna. it's because i ate the gyro.
exactly. you're the turkey. you have to feed us all. everybody. and i'm your friend. you love me.
NOPE. i fucking hate you. please read it, you stalker. i HATE you. and you're not getting my baby.
my gifs are saying all sorts of trifling things and "bread. oats. corn. POOR. you're black, you're black. you're BLACK." NO. i look black and i never had a problem with that. i quite like it. anyway it doesn't matter if niggas are blowing up y'all phone. my man is not attracted to y'all. and you can't tell me that i can't sing but what seperates me from you is that i'm a "composer". it even seperates me from al1cia.
you're smelly like a DOG.
stop paying that frog shit spell caster to put ugly curses on me.
"you're still in school. you're still at student. you're still a student."
no. you're dead. you're the grandma they keep making me save in my dreams. my grandma, my niece. YOU.
"you have an attitude. you don't listen to your elders. think that you know better."
i can fucking hear you. body innocent, soul nasty. oh my god, you ate frida too. jesus christ. goo goo gaa gaa he's not engaged to YOU and you're not my responsibility. the person you sound like is e.badu. and THAT is the fucking problem. i said i only care about christopher. why are y'all acting crazy?
your kid's not gonna sing...like...me and blue already talked about this shit. anyway, this is my daughter! let's make a lil joke about me being her surrogate! she dances like chris and that's not her body. you're not sel3na either.
you're not leaving that house. and i'm not giving you any money.
you're christina...oh nah, this is the progeny olympics and diamond has the best chance.
i'm gonna make makav3li. #theedragon
he's genesis dean. al1cia been done that. y'all don't listen. the other makav3li is the son billie jean removed from my womb. a monkey boy whose ancestors y'all HAVE to appease. tha1boy is the one who has to forgive alyuh, not me.
...
whatever, i have something to do. call y'all after breakfast!
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Clinic Setup and Training Refresher (7/6) || Calvin Ma (UCI)
The LUXURIOUS morning started out with a wake up time at a reasonable time of 5am. Charles had to do what had to be done and turned on the lights. The sudden flash made me see colors that I did not know existed and woke me up. We had a quick breakfast and had to load the bus with all our luggage and memo boxes to start the road trip to Soc Trang!
We started out loading the larger bus with the memo supply boxes and our luggage’s and once it was at full capacity we were met with a predicament that we still had a lot of luggage left. This resulted much of the leftover luggage having to be put in the smaller bus which I WAS IN. The small bus was at full capacity which was kinda funny since they wanted to fit some providers in here and some more luggage too haha…
Getting on the bus I sat with my 14g bullies of which who did not wanna be named. It didn’t take too long till they started their verbal onslaught but as the trooper I was, I fended them off like a monkey guarding its bananas. I took a nap until we made it to our break stop for a bathroom break. These bathroom were the first of which we saw the famous squat toilets and unfortunately some 14gers had no choice to use both boys and girls. The stop also had this really cool pond where where they had a very large fish called an arapaima and doing a quick little research they are fish that are actually native to South America, rarely attack humans unless to protect their eggs, and can be up to 400 pounds. After some selfies with the fishies, we resumed the journey.
After the two hour bus ride we arrived to a very scenic outdoor restaurant that had a lot of greenery. Food was aight and then we went to the clinic to prepare for the clinic days that lied ahead. When first walking in, the clinic was empty and gave old abandoned haunted house vibes due to how empty the building was. The clinic was also very hot as the AC was not turned on for us for some odd reason and only had this gigantic fan that everyone gravitated towards. Let’s just say it was a struggle but we pushed through! The building did have beds for dental lined with all the machines ready to use. We unloaded all the supply boxes and set up the clinic with tables and chairs for tomorrow. A Dental doctor also went over training that we needed to do for tomorrow going over things like cleaning the tools and what to do when contamination occurs.
After prepping the clinic we went to check in to our hotel. However, once we arrived we were hit with catastrophic storm with some crazy rain. It was literally flooding at the hotel as we were getting our bags out of the bus. Luckily everyone made it into their hotels. Being so tired I slept for the whole time until call time for dinner. There was one lightning that was so loud it woke me up, but I went back to sleep pretty easily. At dinner we ate at a restaurant with a slight ant problem as they invaded some of our drinks and served lotus soup. Bus 2 on the way back talked about some deep stuff to which all agreed to keep it in bus 2(Until Kat broke it the next day). We then debriefed the plan for the first clinic day and all went to bed. All and all it was a fun day :D
Above: MEMO’s check out of Saigon and preparing to go to Soc Trang
Above: MEMO lunch and performance
Above: MEMO and clinic heat struggles with big fan
Above: Calvin and his fish friends
Above: Flooding rain but MEMO survived!
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The impact you make
My baby, I would love to talk about other people's perspectives but I guess I can only speak by myself. What an amazing day to talk about myself.
It all started with a fun boy that was crazy about gym, he looked good.
He shows me that he was not born all strong and big, inspiration comes. How was he capable to do such thing just by himself?
I would see him everyday, he shares his motivation with me. He tells me how happy his progress made him. I finally decided to give it a try, he makes me progress and helps me stay motivated.
Thanks to him I was able to try new stuff apart from fitness. I visited to beautiful places, tried lots of delicious food and did many interesting activities on water. I hopped on horrible amusement park games, flied the sky, had the best time in a Guting room for months, watched the best views and was robbed by monkeys.
My life had not been as constantly colorful for so long
From letting time pass and eat once a day to trying to wake up early, having breakfast and feeling good together.
This boy is so good to me, and I feel great thanks to him!
I want to keep going next to you.
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thank you gorgeous!
summary: the kids are starting to pick up on harry’s vocab! # the styles’
pairings: harry styles x reader, harry styles x child!oc, reader x child!oc
side notes: reader is referred to as ‘mama’ or ‘mummy’! eleanor is around 3, rowan is 5 which would age vivie around 7!
“good morning, gorgeous.” familiar arms wrapped around your waist from behind. your attention, which was solely on the kids breakfast, now shifted to your husband who rested his chest against your back. the utensils which were in your hand now disregarded on the kitchen counter as you turned to face harry, greeting him with a peck on the lips before he pulled you in for another. your foreheads rested against each other after you broke apart, “good, good morning.”
you heard the pitter patter of tiny feet make their way down the nearby stairs before they reached you in the kitchen, their echoes of ‘good morning mama!’ ‘daddy you’ll never guess what i dreamt about!’ ‘mummy, what’s for breakfast?’ disturbed the once quiet environment, replacing it with one you much preferred.
teeny tiny arms clung onto your leg, removing yourself from harry’s hold with a kiss on his cheek, you manoeuvred to pick your little eleanor up and placed her onto your hip. with harry entertaining the other two, you had noticed ellie’s small ringlets not looking as presentable as the night before and the slight frown on her face told you that she would have preferred an extra five minutes in bed, “come on sweet pea, wake up! it’s your favourite breakfast!” the young girl giggled as you bounced her on your side encouraging her to wake up, she pushed back her curls and rubs her eyes before asking to be let down.
as you went to finish preparing breakfast, another pair of hands found themselves around your right leg, “mummy! mummy! guess what happened in my dream!” the excited squeals of your boy rowan made their way around the kitchen, his smile lighting up the room. once again you dropped the utensils, you moved your hand to caress his brown locks away from his eyes, “i wonder… were you with a bear on a boat?” he giggled at your guess, “no, no silly mummy! we went to space! everyone was there mum, even auntie gem and her kitten!”
you let the boy bask in his imagination as he continued to laugh at his crazy dream, you didn’t bother turning back to the dismissed pancakes as you saw your eldest making her way over. “morning mama!” she greeted you with the sweetest smile and the biggest hug, though with the slight height difference her nose poked at your belly. “what about you vie, did you have any dreams last night?” the girl shook her head, “i forgot to dream last night because i was so tired mama! but if i did have a dream it would’ve been about dogs because i love dogs!” you chuckled at the girl and ran your fingers through her hair before ushering her to find her seat with her siblings.
once breakfast was finally finished, you first carried harry’s plate with rowan’s over to the table. harry gently pulled you down by your free arm to place a kiss on your lips in thanks, “it looks amazing darling, thank you gorgeous!” you smiled fondly at the familiar name.
you made your way to rowan, carefully placing his food in front of him. “be careful baby, the plate may be a bit hot!”
“okay mama, thank you gorgeous!” the boy was wearing a cheeky smile as he let out a giggle, he knew what he was doing. harry tried to refrain from bursting out in laughter but, to no surprise, failed.
“what did you just say row!” you were in shock, the cheeky little monkey! the boy repeated himself and once again the table erupted in laughter, “it’s mama, silly! not gorgeous!” you chuckled.
eventually, he had calmed down enough to take a bite out of his hash brown, “daddy calls you gorgeous mama, so now i call you gorgeous.”
unable to gather a response, you locked eyes with your husband across the table who still wore an entertained face. like father, like son they say… you couldn’t help but laugh, how right they were.
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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks!
Youguys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey
sticks,dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All
right,here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no!
You'redating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be
lunch formy iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former
queenshere in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see
how,by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but
thereare other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your
smokinggun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out
likethis. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But
isn'the your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see
anickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
- bee movie anon
#if i had to see this all you fuckers do to#not a tag#from saph#im not having a good morning and this made me cry thanks for that#the bee movie#long post
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Headcanon that whenever Bruce spends several days without sleeping, working into many cases, there will be a moment where his brain is going to shut down and stop working rationally. Imagine him arriving from a work meeting exhausted, the only thing in his mind is going to fucking sleep. When he opens the front door, something crazy and chaotic caused by his children is happening and he just completely ignores it. He goes to his room, sleeps for several hours and his first thought in the morning is what the hell was happening last night.
The first time it happened was when Dick crashed the chandelier on the floor. The boy was in absolutely panic when the door opened and Bruce stepped into the manor. He stared at the huge chandelier crashed on the ground for a second and proceeded to calmly cross the living room,careful to avoid the broken crystals. Giving dick a little pet on the head "dick, is past your bedtime go to sleep" he said. The terrorized child just watched as Bruce made his way up stairs without saying a word. Next morning, Dick jumped awake in the bed "RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON".
After some time every batkid knew about this phenomenal. Jason flooded the entire house one time and just watched Bruce take off his shoes, murmuring "didn't buy this ridiculous expensive shoes to get them wet."
Somehow, Tim managed to get a golf cart through the kitchen wall. Bruce got home going trough the enormous hole in the wall, looked at Tim and said "forgot my keys." He kept walking into the house wiping the wall's dust off his suit.
Damian, of course, stole all the animals of the zoo and hid them in the Manor. At night, his father arrived at home to see an elephant in the garden. He took off his coat and hung it on the elephant's trunk as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Next morning he woke up with a monkey slapping him on the face.
When Jason came back to life, he went home one night knowing anybody would be there and that Bruce would be exhausted. Bruce got at the manor and found Jason peacefully reading on the couch. They just stared at each other for a few seconds. Then Bruce smiled, teased him about the strand of white hair and went to bed. In the morning, Jason was preparing cereal for breakfast when he was suddenly thrown on the floor by an ugly crying Bruce Wayne and his crushing hugs.
#Bruce wayne#batfam#batman#dc comics#jason todd#Dick grayson#Damian wayne#Tim drake#Robin#batfamily#batdad#batboys#DC#wayne manor#red hood#red robin#nightwing#batfam headcanons
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