#does this mean she's finally going to get to compete in a turf war again???
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“Taako!”
Barry instinctively froze and Lup started laughing.
“Sounds like someone’s in trou-ble,” she sang at her brother, perched beside her on the arm of the couch. He scoffed.
“You’re only in trouble if you get caught,” he said as their captain stormed into the room. He held up a sticky, purple hand.
“What is your definition of ‘caught’, Taako?” he growled. “Because there’s nobody else on this ship who could – or would – cast a spell to make all the doorknobs to transmute into jelly upon contact.” Taako fluttered his eyelashes at Davenport, his face a perfect mask of innocence.
“I am but a simple idiot wizard,” he said. Davenport was halfway to rubbing the bridge of his nose before he remembered the jelly.
“Yesterday, we all watched you make a Candlenights feast out of bark, one fish, and expired milk.” Taako hummed.
“I don’t remember that,” he finally said. Davenport sighed and headed for the door.
“Well, in that case, you won’t be able to stop me from sending your entire room to a pocket dimension.”
This time, even Barry cracked up as Taako yelped and ran after the captain.
“Hey, hey, Taako! Wait!”
Taako groaned turned to Magnus with a glare. The latter jumped back in time to avoid being hit by the surfboard, but closed the gap again almost immediately.
“Lup and Davenport have been competing to make some, like, really cool sandcastles, right?” Magnus said. Taako nodded. They were hard to miss. Elegant and extravagant, the sculptures took up a good portion of the beach. The two added onto their creations regularly, occasionally resulting in turf wars.
“Listen, just stay out of their way, Mags. It’s not worth it,” Taako said, waving Magnus’s hand off of his shoulder and starting to turn back towards the ocean. He was stopped by Magnus pulling him back by the arm.
“I promise I’ll move farther down the beach just please, please, please,” Magnus said, pulling out the puppy-dog eyes, “help me make the coolest sandcastle ever. One with a moat and towers and working cannons–”
Taako put a hand over his mouth. Magnus immediately licked it, causing Taako to recoil in disgust. Weren’t human twenty year olds supposed to be more mature than elf twenty year olds?
“Listen, I don’t know what you want me to do,” Taako said, wiping his hand against the side of the ship before flipping his braid over one shoulder. “I am but a simple idiot wizard.” Magnus rolled his eyes.
“Sure you are, Taako.”
“I don’t even know what math is– ok no, no, Magnus Burnsides put me down or I swear I will burn a spell slot on you–”
Lucretia was interrupted halfway through her speech.
“Well, listen,” Taako said, “I am but a simple idiot wizard. Could you tell us more about–” Lucretia bit back a smile and interjected.
“No, don’t sell yourself short,” she said with faux concern, then winced internally. That was certainly going to set off some alarms. Maybe she should’ve just ignored it.
Magnus snorted.
“No, he’s not. It’s pretty accurate,” he said. Lucretia stared. She knew Magnus better than she knew herself, and…he wasn’t joking. Taako waved a hand dismissively.
“No, I appreciate it, but I’m comfortable with where I’m at. I’m just standing in my truth here,” he said, a blank smile on his face. No picking at his nails. No doe-eyes. No twisting loose hair around his finger. Lucretia stared at him, dumbstruck. “Listen, could you tell us a little about your organization before we just hand it over? It’s really scary, and it makes ouchies. When you touch it I mean. Ouchies.”
“When you touch the…organization…” Lucretia said numbly.
“Gauntlet,” Taako clarified. “It’s– it ouchies.”
“I see,” Lucretia said. She felt her insides hollowing out and her fingers itched for a notebook and a fishbowl.
#text#ummmmmm hi yall#back at it again with the bullshit#taako#ipre#(he couldn't remember the jokes; he couldn't remember the company#all he could remember was the repetition of simple idiot wizard simple idiot wizard simple idiot wizard)#I RLY NEED TO SLEEP BYE YALL
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Back to the barn (Queen AU)
Peridot: Ahem, ahem. As it seems I have no other options, I have conceded to reveal some important information to you Queen.
(Peridot snaps her fingers, cuing Freddie to shuffle in. He is wearing a box, with a crudely drawn picture of Earth on it. Peridot, using a flyswatter as a pointer, smacks the box.)
Peridot: This-!
Freddie: *teeters in surprise* Woah!
Peridot... Is the Earth. At the very center of the planet's core lies... the Cluster! Rotate.
(Freddie complies, turning the box to show a representation of the Earth's core and the Cluster inside.)
Peridot: *points at the scribbles at the center of the circle*
This is the Cluster. A massive, artificial fusion composed of millions of Gem shards. It has laid dormant for thousands of years within this planet's crust. When this Gem activates and takes its form, the result will be catastrophic. Now! *hits the box again*
(Freddie turns back to the Earth picture and bobs up and down. Eventually, a green, snake-like puppet bursts through the side of the box while Freddie makes growling noises. The other gasp.)
Freddie: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!Peridot: What is that!?
Freddie: *opening the puppet's mouth as if it is speaking* It's the Cluster.
(Peridot swats the puppet with the flyswatter.)
Peridot: It does not look like that. But it is real, and it can activate at any moment!
Freddie: *hushed tone* Bwaaaah.
Roger: *sarcastically* What a cluster.
John: That abomination must be stopped.
Brian: But how? We'll need to build some sort of machine to take us to the center of the Earth, it'll have to-
(Peridot suddenly swats at Brian.)
Peridot: Hey! I wasn't finished speaking! What we need is to build some sort of machine to take us to the center of the Earth.
(Brian starts glaring at Peridot. Roger looks at him, smiling, but Brian glares back, causing him to stop.)
Peridot: It'll need to withstand up to 360 gigapascals of pressure and temperatures of 9800 degrees.
Brian: Well, we mustn't waste time. We need to start finding parts for this machine immediately.
Peridot: Yes. Obviously. We'll start by dismantling all devices inside this dwelling.
Freddie: Wha?
(Peridot runs to the kitchen and grabs the microwave.)
Peridot: This primitive radiation concentrator should come in handy!(Peridot detaches the microwave from the cupboards and throws on the counter, then grabs a corded phone.)
Peridot: This primitive vibration transmitter could possibly serve a function!
(Peridot smashes the dials on the table, splitting it in half. She then runs up to Freddie's room and grabs the television.)
Peridot: There's a remote chance something useful could be inside this primitive image cube!
(Peridot smashes the TV on the floor.)
Freddie: Wait! I have a better idea that doesn't involve destroying the house!
Roger: Classic Fred.
[Trans. Ext. the Barn]
Brian: All right. What we have here in the barn should be adequate enough for us to get started. First, I recommend we organize the component types and assemble a rough blueprint based off what we have available.
(Freddie spins on a swivel chair with a smile on his face.)
Brian: *looks at chalkboard* Ugh... sorry, Fred, it's a lovely drawing but it won't look like this.
(Freddie stops spinning, now frowning.)(Peridot picks up a piece of chalk, examines it and gives it back to Brian.)
Peridot: Hmm. Good, yes, this is adequate. Thank you. You can go now.
Brian: *exchanges glances with Freddie* Uh, what?
Peridot: Hm? Um, that will be all?
(Peridot claps her hands in command. Brian continues to stand there, looking incredulously at Peridot.)
Peridot: *whispering to Freddie* How do you get him to leave?
Brian: Excuse me, I am not leaving.
Freddie: Yeah! He's gotta stay here to help us build the drill thing, right?
Peridot: *laughing slightly* No, no. You're confused. A human like him can't build a thing like this.
Freddie: Why not?
Peridot: Because humans aren't for this! They're for standing around, and looking nice, and holding your stuff for you... right?
Brian: That's enough! If we're going to work together, you're going to have to listen to me.
Peridot: Listen to you ? *laughs* *to Freddie* Which gem teach him to talk like this? (Brian looks at Peridot angrily.)
Freddie: What are you talking about?
Peridir: He's a human. He's a made-to-order servant just like you others and just like the hundreds of pearls being flaunted around back on Homeworld.
Freddie: Wait... there's hundreds of Pearls!?
Peridot: *looking to brian's clothing* And he looks like a fancy human, too.
Brian: *gasps*
Freddie: *whispering* Hundreds of Pearls...
Peridot: So, who do you belong to anyway?
Brian: NOBODY! *snatches the sash out of Peridot's hands*
Peridot: Then... what are you for ?(Brian recoils back.)
Peridot: Well, you can belong to me for now. Ha! A Peridot with a human, what would they say back home?
Brian: Now listen here, you tiny twerp! In case you've forgotten, you're on our turf now! And I didn't study maths and astronomy to take orders from the likes of you!
Peridot: Excuse me? I am a natural technician and a certified Kindergartener. I was made for this! You were born to take orders, not to give them!
Freddie: Woah, woah, hang on guys! Now, we can all agree that you are both good at building things, so can't you just try listening to each other?
Brian and Peridot: NO!
Brian: I'm as good at building things as you. Better, even!
Peridot: Hah! Name one thing you can engineer better! Go on!
Freddie: *whispering* Robots.
Brian and Peridot: Hmm?
Freddie: *still whispering* You should build robots. Giant robots! I see a race. A giant robo-race! With prizes! Giant robo-prizes!
Brian: You mean like a competition?
Freddie: Yeah! To see who's better at building stuff!
Peridot: What are these robots you speak of?
Freddie: They're like those funkymarble guys you were sending! Only bigger, and you can ride them! *imitates robot noises*
Peridot: Hah, building one of these robots will be easy!
Brian: Well, I can build one faster!
Peridot: That's what you think!
(Brian and Peridot run into the barn, starting to work on their respective robots. Freddie looks on in awe, as John and Roger make their way up to the barn.)
Roger: Yo Fred, how are the wonder nerds doing? Woah! Wh-what's going on? Are they building the drill?
Freddie: *whispering* No. We're building robots now.
(The power tools start to make loud noises, causing Roger and Freddie to cover their ears.)
Roger: what you'd say!?
Freddie: I said-!
(Suddenly, Brian, riding his robot, comes out of the barn, showing off the robot's mobility. He is donning her space suit.)
Freddie: GIANT ROBOT!
Peridot: Hah! Pathetic.
(Peridot marches out in her own robot.) Now, behold, my vision of ultimate power!*laughs, showing off her robot's claws*
*gasps, upon realizing Brian's robot's height*Hey!
Brian: Mine's taller. I win.
Freddie: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first annual Robolympics!
John: Woo!
Roger: *chewing on popcorn* Popcorn!
Freddie: This competition will test our robo-engineers' skills of robo-construction and robo-piloting. Whoever wins will get to be in charge of building the Cluster-drill-machine-thing. Let the games begin!( Brian and Peridot begin competing on the various aspects of their machines, including balance, crushing, jumping, speed, and some other non-sequitur categories such as ballet, art, and rock-paper-scissors. Other competitions include jumping jacks, tug-of-war, projectile strength. Antics ensue, such as when the two robots crash into a tree during the speed competition, to which Roger rejoices in excitement. Freddie also chooses to declare the art competition inconclusive as it is subjective. Ultimately, the two tie in terms of points, leading to a final round at early evening, involving the tossing of trucks.)
Freddie: Alright guys, this is the final event!
Roger: You got this, Bri!
John: Get it, Brian!
Brian: Hm!
(Peridot frowns at Brian.)
Freddie: *raises his hand* Ready, set, CHUCK!
(Both robots grab the truck and toss it over the mountains. Both trucks disappear over the summit, giving no clear indication of whose flew farther.)
Freddie, John and Roger: Woah.
(Freddie and Roger shrug.)
Freddie: You both get a point on that one. (The group returns to the barn.)
Hmm, hmm. Looks like our final score is... a tie! Welp, that settles it. You both get to lead the project together!
Peridot: No ! This isn't over! I demand we have a tiebreaker!
Brian: Ugh, let's just give it a rest! That's it, we tied, we're the same, let's move on.( Brian begins to pilot his robot away, but Peridot grabs on with her robot's claws.)
Peridot: No! You're a human ! Just like the others! You are beneath me! I'll always be better than you and nothing I've seen today will ever change that!
Brian: Well, have you ever seen a human do this !?
( Brian's robot kicks down Peridot's robot, causing it to land on its back. Freddie, John, and Roger audibly gasp, with Roger dropping his popcorn.)
Peridot: So, you want to fight!? *snaps robot's claws* Good. We should've done this from the beginning!
(Peridot's robot tackles into Brian's sending them both away from the barn. The two lock hands and push into each other.)
Freddie: STOP! Giant robots shouldn't fight!
Roger: Fight, fight, fight, fight!
(Peridot, laughing, has her robot toss Brian's robot towards Freddie, John, and Roger, who jump away from where Brian crash lands. The impact sends the chalkboard rolling away.)
Freddie: Brian!
Brian: It's alright, guys! I've got this.
Freddie: Be careful!
Roger: Kick her in the butt!
(Peridot's robot is about to slam its claw atop Brian's robot, but the robot, manages to turn around and block it, and the two lock hands again.)
Peridot: This is pointless! There's no way you're gonna beat me ! You're an accessory ! Just like the others!
Where do you get off acting like your own person?!
(Peridot's robot rips one of the arms off of Brian's robot.)
You're just a HUMAN!
(Brian grimaces, but his expression becomes determined.)
Briab: That's right ! I am a human !
*punches Peridot in the face*
(Freddie, Roger, and Roger all gasp.)
Roger: WOOO-HOOOO!
(Peridot's robot takes a few steps back while Brian's gets up.)
Brian: What you're saying may be true, but it doesn't matter! (Brian's robot jumps up.) I'm still gonna kick your butt!
Roger: Ohohohoh!
(Brian's robot descends towards Peridot's with a kick. Peridot's robot catches the leg, however, with one of its claws.)
Peridot: *snickering*
Brian: Uh-oh.
(Peridot's robot slams Brian's robot on the ground repeatedly. Freddie, John, and Roger grimace with each impact.)
Freddie, John and Roger: Brian!
Brian: Ugh...
Peridot: *laughs* Victory is mine! Now I'm the one in charge! Praise me, praise me!
Freddie: Brian, are you okay?
(Freddie helps Brian up.)
Brian: Ah, I'm alright.
(Roger rushes in and gives Brian a hug.)
Roger: Yeah, Bri! Aww, that was awesome! You were hardcore!
*punches Brian in the arm*
Brian: *rubs his arm* Oh... really?
Johm: *places his hand on Brian's shoulder* Oh yeah.
Peridot: Hey! Why aren't you listening to me!? I won! I'm the natural leader here!
He's just a common human like you!
Freddie: You're wrong! If humans are really like you say they are, then Brian isn't common at all!
(John and Roger look on, smiling. Brian blushes and smiles as well.)
He trained herself to fight! He learned how to build things! And he works hard every day to be greater than he already is! That's not common; that's amazing!
(The group stands in silence for a moment.)
John: Come on, let's clean up this mess.
Roger: Bri, hah, you should come wrestling with me.
Brian: Uh... I dunno...
Peridot: B-b-but I won! What about the rules!?
John: Welcome to Earth.
(John, Roger, and Freddie all help to retrieve the broken parts of Brian's robot and put them back in the barn. Freddie looks on as Peridot approaches Brian, carrying a power drill.)
Peridot: *clears her throat* I have to admit, it's... remarkable that a human such as yourself could become such a... knowledgeable technician. Mmm...
*holds up the power drill*
Why don't we get started?
Brian: *takes the power drill* You're holding it upside down.
*hands the drill back*
Peridot: *blushes* Y-yes. Of course. Y'know, those round appendages on your machine could be useful for something.
Brian: They're called wheels.
Freddie: *sighs happily* Looks like we're well on our way to stopping the Cluster. *to himself, holding the puppet from before*
Freddie: (as cluster puppet) You think you can stop me?
Freddie: *screams*(Freddie grabs himself with the puppet, making fake devouring sounds.)
Freddie: Ah, we're doomed!
(Based and inspired by SU episode "Back to the barn)
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!
All credits to SU
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70 “Home” Idioms and Expressions
1. A man’s home is his castle: a sentiment that a man should have freedom to do what he wants in his home (originally “An Englishman’s home is his castle”)
2. A woman’s place is in the home: a largely outdated notion that a woman’s activities should be limited to child-rearing and housekeeping
3. At home: comfortable or proficient in an endeavor, matching or suitable for an environment, or competing in an athletic event at the team’s own facility rather than while visiting another team
4. Bring home: make clearly appreciated or understood (usually said of something unpleasant)
5. Bring home the bacon: earn a wage, or be successful
6. Charity begins at home: a sentiment that one should take care of family and friends before offering aid to others
7–8: Chickens will/have come home to roost: said as an admonition that actions have consequences
9. Close to home: deeply affecting one’s feelings
10. Come home: said of something (often, an unpleasant realization) becoming clear to someone
11. Come home to roost: return to cause trouble, in an analogy to chickens returning to their coop at the end of the day
12. Down-home: simple, as in something typical of traditional rural life
13–15. Drive/hammer/ram home: emphasize, often by repeating
16-17. Go big/hard, or go home: a slang expression meaning “Put effort into something, or give up trying”
18. Go home and get (one’s) beauty sleep: said jocularly of or by one who must depart early, facetiously because of the necessity of getting enough rest to avoid being considered unattractive because of sleep deprivation
19. Go home in a box: be sent home after death (box refers to a coffin)
20. Go home to mama: give up on marriage or a relationship, from the notion of returning home to live with one’s mother, with the implication of defeat and humiliation
21. Hearth and home: one’s home and family
22. Hit (one) where one lives: affect someone personally
23–24: Hit/strike home: make sense, cause awareness or acceptance of an idea
25–26. Home and dry/hosed: to have completed an activity or project (British English and Australian English, respectively)
27. Home away from home: a place one is visiting that is as comfortable and welcoming as one’s own home
28–33. Home boy/home girl/homeslice/holmes/homes/homie: a person with whom one is very close (from the notion that one grew up in the same neighborhood as that person)
34. Home free: certain of success because the most difficult phase of a task has been completed
35. Home game: an athletic event hosted by a team at its facility
36. Home ground/turf: the environment one has grown up in and is comfortable in
37. Home in on: literally or figuratively aim toward
38. Home is where (one) hangs (one’s) hat: the practical notion that one’s home is where one lives, as distinct from the sentimental notion of home
39. Home is where the heart is: a proverb conveying that one is most comfortable living where (or with whom) one wants to be
40. Home run: a successful endeavor, from an analogy with scoring a run in baseball that entitles one to safely round the bases and return to home plate
41–42. Home straight/stretch: the final phase of a difficult activity, from an analogy with the last portion of a horse race
43. Home sweet home: an expression of relief that one has returned to the comfort of home after an extended absence
44. Home truth: an unpleasant fact difficult to acknowledge or admit
45. Home, James: a passenger’s humorous exhortation to a driver to bring the passenger home swiftly (originally, “Home, James, and don’t spare the horses,” from the notion that James is a common name for a carriage driver)
46. Homesick: feeling uncomfortable about being away from home
47. Homework: practice of learning exercises; figuratively, preparation for an event or eventuality, or acquisition of practical knowledge
48. Keep the home fires burning: maintain a household in good order while one is away (perhaps at war)
49. Leave home: set out to live apart from one’s parents
50. The longest way around is the shortest way home: a proverb expressing that doing something painstakingly saves time because doing it carelessly may require that it be done over
51. Make yourself at home: a host’s exhortation to a visitor to encourage the person to feel comfortable and behave as if he or she lives there
52. Money from home: something welcome, or, in underworld slang, easily obtained money or goods (comparable to “Like taking candy from a baby”), from the notion of receiving money from one’s family when one is living or traveling abroad
53–58. Not something/anything, or nothing much, to write home about/worth writing home about: uneventful, from the notion that something that happened is not worth informing one’s family about
59. See (one) home: escort someone to his or her residence
60. Stay-at-home: said of a parent who does not work outside the home
61–62. Take (one’s) ball/toys and go home: said in figurative reference to a person petulantly abandoning an activity with necessary implements, thereby inconveniencing the remaining participants
63. Take home: retain a concept, idea, or thought conveyed at a conference or an educational event
64. The lights are on, but nobody’s home: said of an unintelligent person, from the comparison of the person’s “empty” head with a vacant house
65. There’s no place like home: a sentiment that home is the most satisfying place to be
66. Till the cows come home: an exaggeration meaning “for a long time,” from the notion of cows returning to the barn from the pasture at the end of the day
67–68. What is/who is (someone or something) when it’s (or he’s or she’s) at home?: a fanciful way of asking, “Who (or “what”) is that?” (British and Australian English)
69. Yankee go home: an expression of anti-American sentiment
70. You can’t go home again: the sentiment that once one leaves home, one is changed and conditions will not be the same
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