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When I Pull Up • Connie Springer

wc: 4.0k

author’s note: plug!connie (and the aot men in general) has been rent free in my frontal lobe for a while and I had to do it, even though a bitch don’t smoke. it’s just sum bout this hc.

cw: drug use/weed, car sex, constance getting a lil possessive over his fav buyer like ugh, choking, fingering and pussy play, breeding, squirting

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"Ugh, I wish he'd hurry his ass up."

a very irritable and impatient (y/n) muttered from the comfort of your soft bed as you glared up at the ceiling of your room.

your iPhone lying flat against your ample chest as your folded arms cradled it.

it was currently eleven p.m and time was passing just as quickly as your will to wait was.

frequently lifting the device from your torso to check for any signs of a notification...

hoping the sought after text you had been waiting on would pop up.

you were listening to music, red LED lights strewn across the ceiling and the rest completely dark.

honestly, you had been bored out of your mind when out of the blue, your plug hit you up asking to chill. He said he'd smoke you out and you didn't pass up the offer.

truth was, he was fine as fuck, an absolute sweetheart to you and always have a little extra so you loved being around him.

finally, your phone illuminated and the name you wanted to see most appeared on your screen.

Connie 🍃🥺

I'm outside

instantly, you perked up and shot out of bed. Making sure you were decent, you'd go over to take a glance in the mirror.

long, jet black bundles hung down your back, a strapless neon green dress wrapping your frame and gloss covering your plump lips, you were set to go.

it was late and your roommates were either out in the streets or sleeping peacefully. Regardless, you'd creep through the dark living room and out the front door.

parked on the curb was an all black Charger; chrome rims and tinted windows on the exterior.

walking the short distance from the steps to the passenger side, you'd fling it open and be greeted by faint traces of smoke and cologne, along with that handsome face you had been waiting to see.

"Aye, gorgeous.

"Hey, Connie!"

from the moment you sat down, you felt pangs in your stomach and your body burning up.

dressed in a black muscle shirt, grey sweats, tattoos all down his arms, stud diamonds in his ears, gold watch on his wrist and gold slugs on his bottom row of teeth, Connie greeted you with a hug and nearly made your heart explode.

he looks so fucking good! And that voice, oh my God! Why is doing this to me? This man is trying to turn me into a slut so bad.

it was all you could think to yourself; so spaced out that you didn't even hear him talking to you.

"(Y/N)!"

his smooth voice snapped you out of your trance and you'd whip your head around towards him.

"Oh! Sorry.."

"You good, mama. Was just asking how you been. I missed you..ain't seen you in 'bout a week."

every time he spoke, you felt yourself melting into the bright red leather seats. He was so damn sexy, it didn't make sense!

brushing your hand across your arm, you'd glance down at the floorboards as you nervously answered.

"Yeah, just been busy. Staying out the way, you know how it is."

all the while, his eyes were glaring you up and down before he reaching down to grab something from the glove compartment.

"I feel you though. Well I'm glad you came to chill with me tonight. 'Preciate it."

"Of course, I'm glad you invited me."

in his hand, he held some papers, and a lighter, taking them out to start your session. Music was thumping quietly from the speakers and the hum of the engine were the only things you heard.

you didn't even want to move around him because he made you so flustered.

taking out the buds, he'd break them down as he spread the crumbs across the papers. The green flakes filled the brown sheet until it couldn't fit another ounce.

you'd watch his perfectly manicured fingertips move delicately across it; he was a natural.

even when doing the simplest task, he managed to turn you on. He'd run his tongue across the crease and you had to squeeze your thighs together!

flicking it around so casually..made you wish it were you..

suddenly, you were broken out of your trance by him calling your name.

"Here, you go first, beautiful." taking the blunt and letting you place it between your lips, he'd grasp the lighter to ignite it.

you'd take a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling and releasing a cloud. He was mesmerized, watching you closely.

eventually, the two of you went back and forth, passing and taking hits until nearly half it had disintegrated.

by that time, smoke cloud had filled the car and your lungs.

your heads lie dormant on the cushioned rests as your seats reclined back and you'd just glare up at the ceiling in your euphoric haze.

he always had the best shit and it didn't take long for you to get high.

during the smoke session, you'd tell him about everything that had been happening in your life: from school to your new job, even how you had started your new fitness journey.

that's what he always admired about you..how goal oriented and smart you were.

it was so attractive and if he wasn't out here, doing all of this shit, he would've been tried to cuff you..even so, it didn't stop him from wanting you in the slightest.

especially now; looking so cute slouched down in the seat, eyes glazed over but still just as beautiful.

"Y'know I'm always proud of you, (y/n)..always making shit happen, never depending on nobody for anything. I like that."

his head was turned, glaring you up and down with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

he couldn't even hide it anymore. You had his attention in more ways than one and he was hoping you'd felt the same.

he couldn't stop staring because you looked so damn beautiful sitting next to him.

but he wouldn't have to worry in the slightest because you wanted him so badly, even if it was just one night. He couldn't be your man but you'd take him right here if that's what he wanted.

"Yeah? For real?"

scooting over in his seat, Connie leaned over the console and brushed his fingers across your temple and down your shoulder blade.

"Hell yeah..smart and you fine as fuck? I know these dudes stay pressing you, huh?"

honestly, you didn't pay them any mind! None of them really caught your attention quite like Connie and you weren't concerned with what they thought.

shrugging your shoulders, you'd just laugh it off and stare up at him.

"I mean..sometimes but I ain't thinking about them. Got more important shit to worry about."

all the while, you'd hadn't take your eyes of each other.

right now, you wanted to feel his lips..his hands rubbing up the curvature of your body..and that's exactly what would happen when he leaned further and got only inches from your face.

"Mmm..well lemme help you relax for a lil' bit, take your mind off all that shit.."

his voice had dropped to a low growl as he began to brush against your soft lips. You weren't even trying to stop him, instead you'd bring your hand to the back of his neck and pull him closer.

"Really? How?"

"I ain't much for talking, but I can show you.."

nothing else needed to be said because before he could get the rest of his words out, you'd begin kissing gently.

getting acquainted with the taste of each other's tongues. Swirling them around, smacking your lips together in slow, sensual pecks.

your hand resting on the cusp of his jawline while slowly curled the side of your throat.

your voices meeting in low hums and moans as you'd continue to make out. This was all you had been hoping for and with the feeling of the weed pumping through your veins, who knows where things would go.

"..I need you so bad."

and he'd show you just how irresistible you were when he'd bring his own to your neck and begin suckling on the tender part of it.

your fingertips caressing the back of his shaved head as his tongue piercing rolled off of your jugular vein, making your legs tremble.

(Y/N) could feel a throb between your legs and you'd try to squeeze them close but he wasn't having it.

"Nah, go ahead and open them legs for me, baby..it's alright.."

whispering with a low tone to his voice that made you even wetter.

you were already whimpering in his ear but when he brought that free hand up to your thighs and parted them, you'd release a sharp gasp.

"Shit!.."

chest rising and falling between heavy breaths as you held him close. All he could do was laugh because he hadn't even gotten started yet!

even though you had just been smoking, you were practically salivating at the way he handled you so carefully. He was like a completely different person right now..

finally, he'd reach that spot you had been longing for him to touch and he'd be greeted by wet warmth on his fingertips.

that made him grunt and suck his teeth.

"All this from a lil' kissing, just for me?.."

nodding your head as you chewed your lip, waiting for him to do as he pleased. That definitely put a smile on his face so he didn't keep you waiting any longer.

with the bezel of his watch shining underneath the dim lights, he'd bring his hand to your mouth and stick those two fingers inside.

as you'd gently run them across your tongue, big round eyes glaring so innocently..he'd prompt you to lift your legs in the seat so he could get a better view.

that beautifully shaven mound, dark and glistening with slick, spread open to a bright pink like a delicate flower.

right then and there, you could see a tent forming in the center of his pants and see him mumbling under his breath.

"Tell me something..how long you been waiting for us to do this?"

removing the digits so that you could answer him.

"Since we met..shit." garnering him a very honest response and he wasn't surprised.

he too felt the same way. So there was no need for either of you to hold back. Bringing his dampened fingers down to your warmth yet again, he'd began stroking your clit before slipping them inside.

"I'm glad to hear that..because I been wanting to fuck you for a minute now."

your mouth suddenly fell agape and your head fell back against the door as he explored your insides with those digits.

the sounds of your squishing flesh driving him absolutely crazy with lust but he held it together for now.

he hadn't shifted his gaze once and yet, you were crying out, squeezing your eyes shut as you rocked against his fingers.

your knees pressed into your chest and your back against the door handle.

"..so you gon' let me have it? Can I make this pussy mine?.."

there was no doubt or question about it!

"Y-yes! Take it.." with that notion, he'd shove them deeper until it reached the sensitive pad of flesh that made you tick.

squirming in the seat, he'd wrap that ink covered hand around your throat and choke you as he fingered that leaking hole.

it had begun to stain his fingers with a sheath of milky white but he wouldn't stop until you made a mess of the entire front seat.

moaning and whimpering, you'd beg him for more, knowing you were close to a climax.

"Connieeee! I'm gonna come..please."

but he couldn't allow it just yet. You'd peak down at his pants and notice that his bulge was barely able to be contained.

if you were going to release, you'd have to do it with him inside of you. Withdrawing his fingers yet again, he'd rub your thighs momentarily to soothe your trembling legs.

"Get in the backseat, baby..on your back, right now."

he had to feel that for himself now!

so you'd do as he instructed and crawl to the open seats. Luckily, it was fairly spacious enough for the two of you to move around and he was about to take advantage.

climbing in behind you, Connie pinned your legs against the passenger door and tugged your dress down to your stomach.

he couldn't help but to be fixated on your breasts as they popped out of the thin material..

the cool air of his AC hitting your nipples and stiffening them up.

bending his six foot frame down to hover over (y/n), he'd bring his tongue across the buds and suckle on both of them.

"..You gotta hurry up and fuck me. I can't take it."

it wasn't exactly the most savory thing to say but it was the truth. You had to feel him right now or you were going to explode.

that throbbing heat was begging for something to puncture it.

laughing before leaving one last kiss on your right breast, he'd lean up and shuffle his sweats down his waist.

you could tell just by the print that he had a lot to work with and he planned to show you just what he could do.

when he pulled it out and laid it across the lower half of your stomach, you'd let out a gasp without realizing. Could you really even take all of that?!

"Don't worry, mama..I'm not gon' hurt you. Just relax and keep your legs pinned back for me."

he sounded and looked so focus. Maybe you weren't the only one struggling to handle this but the second you felt his tip grazing your clit, you'd start whimpering and pouting.

it was too sensitive from the teasing to stay idle.

"Can I put it in now, baby? You gonna take it for me?"

"Yes! Whatever you want.."

"That's my girl.."

he had to admit, it was cute seeing you plead and cry out like that but he wasn't one for making a lady wait so slowly, he'd push himself into your aching heat.

right then and there, he nearly lost composure but he held himself together to buck his hips forward.

his body was a little contorted but he was going to make it work and make love to you no matter what.

"Nah and you was holding this shit from me all this time? Goddamn.."

never in his life had he felt pussy like this! That grip you had on his fingers was nothing compared to the way you were clamping his dick right now.

he'd gradually gain his pace and eventually, the two of you were moving in rhythm.

for now, he'd feed you slow strokes so he didn't bust too quickly but you were nutting all over him..making a creamy mess everywhere.

"You could've been gotten this pussy, all you had to do was ask for it.."

smiles were wide on both of your faces as your frames swayed back and forth, connecting as one and as if you belonged to each other.

"You're too good to me, baby. Well..now that I got it, I'm 'bout to fuck the shit out of you. Hope that's alright."

he was so cocky yet done it in the most charming way..one that made you throb against his shaft yet again. By now, he had sped up and gotten a little more fitted to your walls.

each thrust coaxing out more of that warm, silky fluid that he loved so much..

"You're stretching me out..oh my God, yes." crying out in pure pleasure when you felt him go deeper.

"Here, take my hands, sweetheart. Let me know if it's too much for you, okay?"

he was probably the biggest and undeniably the best dick you had ever had!

but you had him feeling equally as amazing and by now, he had reached pretty deep strokes. Your tits were bouncing, legs shaking and mouth agape.

"Ahh!—you look so pretty, (y/n)..letting me drill your shit like this. I'm so proud of you..taking my dick so good."

with your fingers intertwined, he'd lean down and slide his tongue into your mouth, letting them twirl as well. Subtle moans humming through your pressed lips.

"And you're so fucking tight..but look at how quick you opened up for me..oh shit."

being doted on like this was causing butterflies to swell in your stomach and your cheeks to burn. Especially when his voice was ascending to a high pitch.

he wasn't ashamed to admit that you had him weak though.

soon, those laced hands creeped up to his shoulder blades to claw into his back.

he was pounding your sensitive pussy, going deeper and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to withstand it.

that pressure was swelling and growing harder to contain by the second.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck...I'm gonna come, daddy! I can't hold it anymore, please!"

faint tears were streaming down your puffy cheeks from the restraint of being edged like that and you'd make one hell of a mess.

you tended to wet things up and quite a lot when you climaxed!

but all that did was make him more excited and rather than stop you, he'd press his thumb pad to your clit and stroke it while glaring into your eyes.

"So do it..the fuck you waiting on, mama? Get your nut, go ahead."

encouraging you to release. He could still feel you squeezing him pretty tight though. So he'd lean down and kiss your forehead with a smile to soothe you.

"If it's these seats you're worried about, don't. Squirt on this dick and you ain't ever got to worry about paying for my shit ever again, baby. Hell, I'll buy you whatever you want."

he'd keep feeding you long strokes and tracing circles on your clit until he felt wetness all over his shaft and watched you splatter his leather interior.

droplets of sticky rain all over those red cushion and it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

"Fuuuck! Connieee!"

"Let it out, I know! Look at all that cum!"

crying out and calling his name as you granted his wish.

needless to say, he was in awe of your little display.

"Yeah! That's it, baby..that's my good fucking girl, yesss!"

coaxing out all that he could until you were shaking and reeling from that pent up orgasm. Leaning down to kiss you, he'd first scoop some of your juices onto his tongue before spitting them into your mouth.

it would appear that you had turned him into a deviant..completely unhinged and crazy for you!

but now it was his chance to return the favor and fill you full of his cum.

"You're not getting rid of me now, you know that, right? You my girl now.."

whether he was serious or not, you knew you couldn't be done with him that quickly and he felt the same so he'd plop down onto the seat and pat his thigh.

"Is that right?" questioning as you readjusted to climb atop his lap and onto that still hard erect.

it was touching his bellybutton when he sat up like this and it had to be eight inches at least. You could get used to having dick like that in your life!

slowly, you'd get adjusted and impaled yourself on it.

"Hell yeah, so tell the rest of them motherfuckers to fall back unless they' tryna die 'bout this shit."

and you knew then that he was serious. You were definitely about to have a time on your hands but right now, you were only focused on riding him.

little did you know, you were about to put your claim on him too!

"Well you ain't got that to worry about, daddy..it's all yours."

you'd gently stroke his cheek as you got into position and pecked him once more.

you'd slowly ease yourself up and down while looking back and arching for his viewing pleasure. The grip you had on him made Connie toss his head back and just admire your work.

his voice was cracking and his fingertips were clawing into your bare hips.

it sounded so sexy hearing him moan and cry out for you.

"Aw damn, baby. You riding the fuck out of this dick..I love it. All this ass bouncing on my shit.."

meanwhile, you were winding your waist and bouncing up and down on his cock as if it were nothing.

you were just focusing on making him come this time around, wanting to feel that warmth inside of your womb.

"You like that? It feel good for you?" you'd ask as you glared at him with lustful eyes.

a rhetorical question for sure because his toes were curling inside of those Jordans and those moans were growing louder.

no one would ever guess you had a drug dealer crying like this! But he was egregiously desperate for you to keep it up.

"Yes! You're fucking me so good, (y/n). I'm all yours now.."

he was losing it by the second and when you decided to balance on your tip toes, hands pressed to the ceiling, he damn near flatlined right there!

"So come in me..come in this fucking pussy, daddy."

begging for him to release, you'd speed up and take him to the hilt as you coated him in more of those warm secretions.

he was trying to hold out but there was no need to because seconds later, you felt his hands clutching your frame and you were being impaled.

"Hold still! I got it.."

the pure helplessness in his voice was such a turn on but you were about yo get exactly what you were hoping for.

frozen, you'd stay in that position as he began thrusting upward and filling your tummy with his large member.

you'd sound off, trading moans and please, cursing as the intensity became too much to bare.

as he pounded your swollen cunt, you'd rub your clit yet again until you heard his voice fade off into a faint moan.

"Oh God—I'm coming..Imma nut—"

before the words could even finish making it out, he'd make his finish inside of you and pour every ounce into you.

and it wasn't just a little droplet..he dumped every ounce of that pent up cream into your womb, just as you asked.

and when he climaxed, his whimpers were absolutely adorable. You had never seen him so vulnerable before in your life.

finally, he'd collapse against the seat and as his chest rose and fell, he'd pull you back against him.

"C'mere.."

held tightly in his arms, he'd proceed to make out with you one last time and it was undoubtedly, the best night you had ever had.

"You my girl..my baby now so don't you ever forget that. You hear me?" Nodding as he spoke with such conviction even if he were out of breath.

you couldn't get over how cute he was like this.

the way he stared at you, it was more like love rather than lust.

"All yours. For sure." tracing tiny circles in his chest to quell his harsh breathing.

needless to say, your plug was about to be supplying a little more than weed from now!

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Nobody's Approval (Constance/Ebenezer) (Modern AU)

@quill-pen has been providing some top-tier fashion inspiration for the Scroogeverse, and a spicy, academia-inspired fic was a natural result of all the top-tier headcanons. I had so much fun with the fashion, motifs and scenery in this story.

That being said, THIS IS AN 18+ FIC. Minors, DNI.

Fic is below the cut~

He … had to be dreaming. The sight before him couldn’t have been real.

Just moments before, Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge had been twisting about in his bed at home, furiously trying to find some position that would prompt his body to slip into the catacombs of slumber.

He’d been trying in vain all evening to get the visions of his uncomfortably beautiful clerk, Constance DoGoode, out of his thoughts. They’d spent the entire day alone in the office together, working in tandem in a tense silence that was thick and cloying.

Every time his mind had drifted, he’d thought of her. Now, even as he attempted to rest his mind (and certain parts of his anatomy) he remembered the scent of her vetiver perfume and the way her copper hair caught the light, and he was tossed right back into the throes of delusion for her.

Then, with just a flutter of his eyelids, she was miraculously in front of him.

She was there … but not in his bed.

In a manifestation as quick as lightning, he was back in his office, still dressed in his starched work shirt, slacks and tie. It was as if he’d never left for the day, as even the accidental ink stain on the joint of his thumb was still present from the leaky pen he’d thrown out earlier in the day.

The sky was dark, and all the other offices were shuttered. Everyone else appeared to have gone, as they should have been at such an hour.

Yet, somehow, he was right back at the bank. And he wasn’t alone.

Constance, dressed in the same brown, tweed pencil shirt and matching blazer that she’d worn mere hours before, was waiting for him at his desk.

The woman was facing him, her posture deceptively casual as she leaned against his lacquered, executive desk. Her cornflower blue eyes remained trained on his icy ones, her lashes painted dark with mascara and her smirking lips a delicious shade of rosewood. Even her freckles seemed to pop more than usual.

Gods, she was a vision, he thought. Framed against the backdrop of an after-dark London skyline, a blend of historic spires and modern skyscrapers, her already disarming beauty was inscrutable. Her mile-long tanned legs were crossed casually at the ankle, the additional height of her faux-crocodile Manolo Blahnik heels only serving to further highlight the glorious build of her legs and thighs. Speaking of her thighs, her pencil skirt was pulled up to reveal more skin than before. The slightly taut fabric accentuated the softness at the tops of her legs, and he wondered how they would feel under his hands. Or around his hips. Or around his face.

Her coppery hair was curled delicately and styled so it fell in loose spirals about her shoulders. Half of her hair was pulled back with a satin ribbon, tied neatly in a bow with matching tails that fluttered when she walked. He had admired the look on her many times before, as she wore it daily to the office. He’d lost count on how many times he’d longed to thread his fingers through those sun-kissed strands. How he’s been bombarded with daily thoughts about twirling those glowy strands around his fingers or lifting delicate curls to his lips to place delicate kisses upon.

Of course, on either side of her face were those familiar, unruly curls that always seemed to spring up and rest upon her cheeks. He secretly adored those springy little curls of hers, taking extra joy in occasions when she didn’t try to gel them down or pin them back.

Her blazer was, oh … she was opening it. How had he missed that? Had he truly been so distracted? Was he so predictable of a man.

She then laughed; a musical, casual sound that he could have listened to for hours. Had she read his mind? He blushed at the realization, and felt his trousers become slightly more constricting in the same breath.

As she popped the last button of her blazer, she pushed the coffee-colored top aside to reveal her ample bosom donned in a beautiful (but delightfully flimsy-looking) lace bra. The fabric provided virtually no tangible support, but sod that, he was of the mind that she looked even more lovely for it. The natural slope of her heavy breasts, combined with the slightest peek the garment offered at her apricot-brown nipples … it made his legs buckle. His swallowed thickly, consumed with thought of kissing down her cleavage, and taking the peaks of those woman mounds into his mouth, worrying them until she was mewling and whimpering. How would her skin taste? Would it be as soft on his lips as her hands were when she grazed his fingertips by accident?

His hands remained clenched at his sides, his restraint waning.

He wanted to reach out. To touch her … but the second he did, he knew it would be gone.

As if she couldn’t drive him to further madness, the woman threw another match on the already churning fire.

Moving her hands to the edge of the desk for support, she leaned back, hopping up so that she was seated upon his desk. Then, with maddening slowness, she parted her legs inch by glorious inch.

She was bare beneath her skirt, and already wet with need.

He inhaled with a hiss, shoulders arching and chest expanding. Fuck, it couldn’t be real.

“Make love to me, Ebenezer…” she whispered pleadingly, eyes glazing with a wetness that matched the yearning between her legs. “Right here. Now. Please. Please…”

If only, he thought.

He took one step forward, and the vision faded, the beautiful woman before him becoming a fuzzy distortion, until finally, she was gone.

Yet, for a moment, he swore her gaze still lingered through the illusions.

“Please.”

He awoke with a start, snapping upright in bed as if he was a drowning man who had just pulled himself up and free from a tide pool.

The first thing he registered was the sweat rolling down his brow and back, then the suffocating feel of the linen pajamas he wore. Cursing, he reached down and pulled his shirt up and off, tucking his chin to his chest to easily pull it up and over. Once he’d balled that up and flung it across the room (careful not to hit Prudence, who was blissfully out like a night in her bed in the corner) he reached for his pajama pants. Upon pulling them down, the relief on his erection was immediate.

“Fuck…” he gasped, laying a hand over his forehead.

Arching proudly toward his navel, his cock was already nearly purple at the tip, a small beam of precum shimmering at the top. All that, just from a dream about her?

Swearing, he reached down with his free hand and clenched the base tenderly, attempting to belay further pleasure.

“Down, boy…” he whispered, head falling back with a sigh as he settled back into reality.

As the tenderness ebbed and rigidity fled the tense sinews of his body, his mind still wandered. Speaking her name like a prayer, he shut his eyes and willed himself to relax.

Tomorrow, he had to do something to ease the tension. They’d been on two dates already, but things had become more complicated since then.

When they’d first started seeing each other, she had been working as a barista at the coffee house. Then, she’d gotten fired from the nightclub (well, all the staff had been fired, as was the natural result of a fraud investigation), and he’d invited her to work as a clerk for him, Bob Cratchit, and his twin brother. It was a perfect arrangement, in a business sense. She filled the role of a clerk perfectly, her poise with people and her knack with numbers making her a one-in-a-million find. She was perfect.

“Which is why you can’t continue to court her, you daft buffoon,” he reminded himself aloud, the words as worn as if he’d dragged them across concrete to speak them. “You’re her employer. It’s not ethical.”

He was being delusional, he thought. A man like him, lanky and graying – a literal lifelong bachelor, with a woman who was literally a former model? It was a joke.

“She … deserves more. Better.”

He rolled over to face the window of his bedroom. He glimpsed the same skyline he’d seen in his dreams and grimaced against the pale silk of his pillowcase.

Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell was he going to do?

“You’re going to ask her out again. That’s what you’re going to do, mate.”

Ebenezer's left-brained twin brother and business partner, Ebenezar Charles Scrooge, stared up at him with an unamused expression.

“H-How can you say that so easily?” Ebenezer asked, pacing another frantic lap around the outdoor café table they were both seated at. “Do you know what could happen? We could lose our best clerk! S-She could walk.”

The older twin’s latte sat vacant, quickly growing cold, while the other sipped hot chai and watched the man pace about. His eyes followed him over the paper rim of his cup, his gaze unamused and his brows furrowed.

“This isn’t about losing a clerk, Sammy,” Ebenezar remarked. “We both know that.”

As if caught in a spotlight, Ebenezer turned and flashed him a wide-eyed stare. “The bloody hell do you mean?”

“Mother of—we’re too old for this.”

He finished his tea in one swig and thumped the cup on the table with adamancy that made his twin jolt. “I mean that we both know we don’t put business relations above personal ones. Not anymore.”

He leaned forward in his seat, eyes boring into his brother’s. Searching. Knowing. They were identical twins, after all. They could attempt to keep secrets from each other, but it had been a fool’s errand for decades.

“Come off it,” Ebenezar said, “You’re afraid of losing her, not her position.”

Blanching and blushing at the same time, Ebenezer slid into his seat and steepled his fingers at the accusation. “Now look here—”

“You don’t have a leg to stand on,” his twin said, “You’ve been out with her twice already, you’ve bought her flowers, you took her to Estella’s for your first dinner date, you always stare at her at work—”

“Not always!”

“—Blimey, man, it’s so obvious!”

Ebenezer slinked back in his chair, caught but not defeated.

“The fact remains that it would be extremely improper for us to be in … any kind of relationship. I have superiority over her! Not literally, but technically, in the eyes of our company. You know. I-I wouldn’t want her to feel forced to comply…I mean…”

As he tripped over his words, Ebenezar smiled gently. “You care for her, and don’t want her to think she has to agree to a relationship with you to keep her employment. Yes?”

“Exactly!” The sound came out as both an exclamation and a sigh. “That’s the last thing I want. I-I’d never want to pressure her into anything, or even imply that our relationship was something that needed to be reciprocated. I-I don’t need us to be involved. I certainly…would like it, but I’d never use that as any leverage for anything.”

“So, you don’t want to fire her?”

His head bounced up from sulking as if he’d been electrocuted. “No!”

“Or break things off with her?”

“No!”

The word came out more strident than he intentioned, and the guests at the smattering of other outdoor tables glanced over in concern. Muttering a hushed apology, he turned back to his brother, returning the man’s chuckle with an embarrassed glare. “Of course I don’t, you twit!”

“You two began dating before you brought her aboard, you know,” he reminded gently. “Last I checked, she agreed to go out with you. Quite enthusiastically, it seems.”

“I’m aware,” he drawled, pinching his brow. There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by where he didn’t recall her giddy smile when he picked her up for their first date … nor a night where he didn’t think of their first kiss on her cottage doorstep. He still swooned when he remembered the feeling of her plush lips against his, and smirked at the memory of her roommates on the other side of the door audibly whispering in excitement and cheering in hushed tones (or, what they’d thought had been ‘hushed’ at the very least.)

“And you two work quite well together in the office,” he said, casually smirking at the incriminating blush that spread across his brother’s cheeks at the insinuation. It wasn’t uncommon for him to spot his brother speaking with Constance regularly, even when matters of business were not the topic of discussion. “I don’t recall any awkwardness.”

“It’s…amazingly pleasant to be with her, I’ll confess.”

“No need to confess. I have eyes.”

“Smart ass. You know, it’s been forever since I enjoyed the company of another so much. Not since…”

“Since Isabel?”

He froze, realization hitting him like a brick across the cheek.

Isabel, the woman he’d loved with all his heart … and one whom he’d lost to the same hesitation. Due to inaction, he’d sent away the woman he had once dreamed of marrying. The woman he, at one point, had wanted to start a family with.

“I … see,” he whispered.

Then, with a puff of laughter, his head fell into an overturned hand. “Damn. I’m an idiot.”

“You’re overly careful, and a little dense, but not an idiot,” his twin corrected. “Well, not yet. But if you keep dawdling here and waste the rest of this lovely spring day with me instead of her … well, then you’re irredeemable, I’m afraid.”

No further advice was needed.

After throwing down some bills to pay for the latte he’d been far too nervous to drink, Ebenezer thanked his brother and left the café immediately, starting down Cooper’s Row and moving briskly northward in the direction of Lloyd’s Avenue. In one hand, he held onto his bifold, making a beeline to an esteemed florist he knew to be nearby. In another, he held his cell.

He punched in Constance’s number by heart, then crossed his fingers she would answer.

Just two hours later, right as the sun set, Ebenezer was en route to the cottage Constance shared with her three roommates.

She’d not only picked up, but … she’d sounded happy. Relieved, even.

“Really? Y-Yes! I was hoping you’d ask me out again. It’s been a while…I’d love too!”

After purchasing a large bouquet of forsythia dressed on golden tissue and coffee-colored satin ribbon, he’d gone back to his flat, changed into one of his finest suits, and drove to her home to pick her up. It was nice enough that he could have walked, but he had special plans for the evening, and wanted to make sure her every whim would be catered to. Whether it was the comfort of not catching a chill on a nighttime walk or the relief of not having to walk blocks in tall heels (which he knew she liked to wear) he was devoted to anticipating her every need and catering to it.

There would be no more half-measures.

As he drove, his thoughts droned in his head like a hive of aggravated bees.

“It’s been a while.”

She’d been waiting. For him.

Bloody hell, his heart ached to think that she had doubted his interest in her. He’d had her best interest in heart, true, but he’d made assumptions.

Not again, he told himself firmly, gripping the wheel firmly as he turned into the cottage’s narrow drive from the side street and parked his car.

His long legs carried him from the driver’s seat of his car and to the front door in record time. After a small internal debate about ringing the bell or knocking, he opted for the bell. It felt more gentlemanly, he reasoned, which is what he wanted to be for her.

He’d braced himself the best he could before the front door opened, and yet, he still wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

“Gods above.”

Constance stepped out, dressed in a spaghetti-strapped satin dress that rested as beautifully over her as a second skin. The color, a deep coffee shade, transported him to his dream from the night before. Her hair, pulled back partially with a black ribbon, was curled to perfection. A pair of strappy, black heels artfully laced up those wonderfully sculpted legs, the patent black color matching her handbag.

As she stepped out into the night, she smiled bashfully. “Hi.”

“H-Hello,” he said, then brandished the flowers for her. “For you.”

At the sight of the impressive blooms, her eyes lit up in joy. He took equal pleasure in placing the bouquet in her arms with ginger care, taking a step back afterward to admire the full sight of her.

She cradled the long stalks of forsythia like one would cradle an infant, her disbelief as endearing as it was legitimate. “T-These are beautiful … and the ribbon! I-It even matches my dress! How did you know?”

“I just had a feeling you’d wear that color tonight,” he said, “Brown does looks gorgeous on you. Like every other color.”

He paused, his gaze licking up and down her form. “You … look breathtaking.”

Burying her face in the golden petals to conceal a laugh, she peered up at him with excited eyes. “T-Thank you.”

Heat passed between them – a raw need clothed in tepid exteriors.

“Ebenezer, I…”

“Con, don’t forget a jacket!” a voice called from within. “You were shivering in the house in that dress. It’s going to be even colder outside.”

Elizabeth "Bess" Sullivan, Constance’s best friend (more like a sister, from how close they were) stepped out from behind the door brandishing a lace trimmed, wrap jacket for her to slip into. At the sight of her date standing there, her sapphire eyes took a moment to read him up and down, as if sizing him up.

Before a word was spoken, he knew what was coming.

“Why, hello there, stranger,” she said, her tone unreadable. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

So, it had been noticed. Of course it had been.

“A horrible oversight on my end,” the man replied, dipping his head respectfully to the midnight-haired woman. “Rest assured; it won’t happen again. I’ve missed having this lovely lady in my life far too much.”

Constance blushed and Bess hummed.

“Trust me,” he added, “If I ever forget myself, you have permission to initiate some choice words with me. Although, you may have to get in line behind my brother to do so.”

The corner of Bess’ mouth quirked upward. “Ah. Good, then.”

After a small detour inside to place the impressive flowers in a vase of water, Bess hugged her friend and bid her off into the night, telling her to be safe, and to enjoy her evening.

“Call if you need anything,” Bess muttered, helping to fix the jacket prettily and evenly upon her shoulders, “I’ll be up and have my phone on me.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Constance replied, but her tone dripped with gratitude all the same. “Oh! Um, should I pick anything up while I’m out?”

“What? Of course not, you goofball! You’re on a date. Just have fun.”

After one last hug and whisper of encouragement, Constance drifted to Ebenezer’s side. Offering her an arm, he carefully led her down the cottage walkway and to his McLaren 540C, where he opened the door for her to slide in. She did so with a murmured ‘thank you’ that made the hairs on his neck stand on end.

With one last polite wave to Bess, he rolled out of the narrow drive and merged back into the main roadway, the sounds of regular city traffic rushing to meet them as he accelerated onto the freeway.

As they cruised through the twinkling streets of an after-dark London, Constance took the opportunity to glance over and smile. “I didn’t have a chance to say so when you were picking me up, but you look … very handsome tonight.”

She blushed then, averting her eyes nervously. “I mean, you always look handsome! It’s not like tonight is the exception. But you look … especially dashing tonight.”

One hand remaining on the wheel, he reached over and took one of her smaller hands in his. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed her knuckles, allowing his touch to linger for a few extra seconds after the initial caress ended.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said truthfully. “Thank you.”

He wore a dark navy Brioni ensemble with soft, pale blue stripes and darts to add just enough texture without being too busy on his tall frame. His belt and shoes were made from a deep, dark brown leather, matching her outfit yet again. It was a choice he’d instinctually made at the last second, but it was paying dividends in spades. Judging by how her keen eyes examined him, she was … impressed.

“By the way, you never said where we’re going tonight,” she realized aloud. “Is it a surprise?”

He chuckled as they lazily rolled to a stop at a red light.

“Not an intentional one, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless,” he said, shifting the gear manually. “Want me to tell you?”

She hummed, considering the offer, then shook her head. “No. I think I’d like to be surprised!”

He laughed, nodding in agreement. “Very well. We’ll be there in five minutes, so you won’t have to be in suspense long.”

Her eyes widened, the bright blue orbs practically neon against the dark cityscape behind her. “Five minutes? It’s that close?”

“It’s a secretive, hole-in-the-wall place. Exclusive, you could say. I’ve known about it for a while.”

“Have I been there?”

“Not that I’m aware.”

“Hm. Well, I'm still getting used to the city, so it'll be exciting to see anywhere new! Heck, it may become a new favorite spot."

He chuckled warmly, snapping on his turn signal to weave down a slightly tighter street in a more historic area of the city. "I certainly hope so."

True to his word, five minutes later, he expertly parallel parked his car in a free space along the cobbled street. Stepping out after a cursory glance to make sure the street was clear, he rounded the car and opened the door for her. “And here we are. Here.”

Dipping down and offering a hand to help her stand, he guided her out of the car with expert poise and grace. He was quick to note the slippery glaze coating the cobblestones below.

As poised and professional as Constance was, she wasn't the steadiest on her feet. Ever.

Just as she lost balance, his arm flew around her waist to support her. "Woah! Ha...careful there. I've got you."

Her hand landed squarely over his chest, as if magnetizing to the pulsebeat of his heart.

“Oh! U-Um, thank you.”

He nodded, his hands holding firm even after she was momentarily steady. “Anytime.”

As they walked into the small, vertical brownstone, his arm remained protectively around her. For good reason too, as she looked around in intrigue as they drew closer, focusing anywhere but where she was walking. Unlike the other bars lining the street, the one they were advancing into has a large stoop and spacious windows with blooming boxes of pansies, ironically hardy against the spring night chill.

The centerpiece of the establishment was a palatial arched doorway, the columns on either side made of emerald green marble and gilded rings of sculpted flowers.

The warm, Italianate features of the building were a stark contrast to the moss-dappled stone walls and dark iron accents featured on other pubs and shops dotted along the lamplit historic streets.

Her eyes sparked at the scenery, and he couldn’t resist smirking at the fact that he knew why.

“Does it remind you of home?” he inquired as they reached the door. “Of New York?”

“It does,” she answered. “W-where are…”

With a light shove, he pushed the door open to reveal a cozy, dimly lit speakeasy. Stained glass lamps diffused soft halos of warm light over an impressive bar. Tall bookcases lined the walls, each one stacked to the brim with novels and vintage paperbacks. Potted plants and palms of all shapes and sizes were scattered about, all as lush and green as if they’d been planted in the Amazon. The walls, patched with peeling wallpaper, displayed framed prints of Matisse’s Polynesian-inspired works, alongside other impressionist, oceanic pieces.

On the sill of one of the front windows, a glass bowl was adorned with sticks of orange and cayenne-scented incense, the smoke filling the air with a biting, fruity aroma.

It … looked like home.

“It’s a New York-inspired dive, right here in London,” he said. “Completely authentic. Well, as authentic as you could manage here, of course.”

He took a peek at her face, delighted by her obvious excitement. Still too thrilled to speak, the woman allowed Ebenezer to help her out of her jacket and escort her to the bar, lined with mismatched stools that looked like they’d been plucked out of a handful of diners from across the country.

The bartender, in a decently-passing American Midwest accent (it was a little too Patrick Bateman-esque to be convincing, she thought with a grin), ask the two what they’d like for the evening.

“Don’t even try it, man,” Ebenezer teased. “She’s from Manhattan. Born and raised.”

Blanching, the man looked to her with a look that begged forgiveness. “Ough, sorry! Cripes, that must’ave been like getting a knife in ya ear!”

“No, not al all!” Connie replied with a laugh, waving a manicured hand about as if to wave away his worries. “It’s not like I can pull off a convincing London accent on my end, and I live here!”

The good faith earned them a free preliminary round of drinks, put on the tab of “American generosity.”

One scotch and vodka soda later, the two tucked themselves into a corner booth, their small table forcing the two to cozy up, their legs practically crossing over the other’s. They were practically joined at the hip, yet it wasn’t an arrangement either of them minded in the slightest.

As they sipped their drinks, the antique speakers played a tinny recording of Tracy Chapman, the soft vocals filling the intimate lounge wall to wall with swells of sound. Each crescendo or thrumming melody reverberated with the passion of a second heartbeat.

Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero, got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove

“This place is so perfect,” she whispered, glancing around the space, breathing deeply, as if she was trying to lock the memory away in her brain and her lungs to live in for as long as possible. “I…really feel like I’m back in SoHo. Or Brooklyn.”

Laughing in equal parts relief and joy, he eyes her idle hand on the table. His free hand itched to reach out and take it. “I’m so glad you like it here.”

“Oh, I love it! I’ll have to come here more often. It’s not too far from the bank, yes?”

He hummed as he calculated a rough estimate of the distance in his head. “It’s … fifteen blocks, maybe.”

“Not bad at all! Oh, I’ll definitely be coming here more often after work. Imagine this place on a humid, rainy day!"

"I thought you disliked rain?"

"Oh, I do, but here on a rainy day? That's different!"

"What? How so?"

"Listening to jazz while thumbing through old books and drinking espresso all day? Oh, I already have chills!”

She was so visibly enthralled and happy … it was impossible for him to take his eyes off her. Well, truthfully, that was the case for him anytime he was fortunate enough to share space the same space and breathe the same air as her. Yet, in that moment, her palpable glee was so contagious that he found himself homesick for neighborhoods in a city he’d never set foot in before.

“Well, if it’s not far from the counting house, perhaps we could … both come here more often?” she asked tentatively, peering up at him through spiked, mascara-coated lashes.

The man’s expression softened, but his smile broadened.

“I…think I could absolutely agree to that arrangement,” he replied.

Reaching out, he took his hand gingerly in his own, his thumb stroking the underside of her warmed palm.

“In fact, Constance, I’d … very much like to see you as often as possible,” he began softly,

“Oh?” There was a skip in her gasp.

“I’d…quite like the honor of officially courting a lady like you,” he whispered, leaning in close enough so his words were audible only to her. She followed suit, the resulting proximity nudging them close enough for their foreheads to touch.

The feeling of skin on skin made her shudder, and when their eyes connected again, he spied the most lovely, apricot blush on her cheeks.

“I’d very, very much like that,” she replied, just a touch breathless. "Is it ... alright for us to do this? I'm not going to...put you at risk for losing credibility, right?"

Of course, she was concerned for his reputation, not her own.

"Nothing would put me at risk," he said, his tone hushed but firm. "I have everything I could want, in a business sense, and additional resources to be comfortable forever even should the market plummet tomorrow. I need nobody's approval for us to be together ... except yours."

“Ebenezer. I-I don’t know what to say.”

“I do,” he said.

You gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way

“I’m sorry it took me so long, angel.”

With a sound that sounded something between a sob and a laugh, she leaned forward and urged him into a kiss. He accepted readily, tilting his head to meet hers, then moaning one their mouths molded fully. His free hand traveled up her arm to grip her shoulder, her tanned skin practically branding him. Holding her was like embracing condensed sunlight, her form blazing with heat and radiance.

The dimness of the space concealed them from nosy onlookers, keeping each other’s looks of bliss and gasps of delight a secret from everyone else except them.

Their kiss ensnared the attention of all his senses. He all but drank in the taste of vodka on her lips, and practically melted when he felt her lift one of her bare legs to possessively twine around one of his, her heeled foot running up and down his leg.

He could have nudged her against the closest wall and kissed her senseless, and a primal part of him wanted to do just that and more. Yet, the other part of him wanted to be … softer. To hold her, Kiss her. Stroke her hair, and continue to tenderly hold her hand all through the night.

When the kiss broke, punctuated by her giving his bottom lip a playful bite, he swore he’d never felt such fondness for another in all his days. In that moment, she had his body, mind and heart as her playground … and instead of toying with him and having a field day, she laid her head of cinnamon-colored hair upon his shoulder.

He was quick to angle himself so she could rest as comfortably as possible, a hand falling upon her back to caress lovingly.

Lovingly, he thought, practically delirious from joy.

When he did look up and saw the bartender making his rounds and polishing up the water rings and napkins left behind by other patrons, he held his hand up, calling for another rounds of drinks.

They were going to be there for quite a while, he figured.

After all, they had a lot of lost time to make up for, and all the approval they needed to get started.

Tracy Chapman always makes me tear up, but these two find it romantic! Silly geese, these two.

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode #scrooge netflix #scroogeverse

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whatever-color-of-the-rainbow · 4 months

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RTC HEADCANONS GO ‼️‼️

OMG YES THANK YOU. I HAVE A LOT.

I think that Karnak lets everyone come back to life at the end for two reasons. One: let’s be real, putting them through all that just to bring them all back is such a Karnak thing to do. And two: THEY DESERVE IT GODDAMNIT

Noel’s favorite band is The Smiths

Mischa likes giving Ricky stickers to put on his cane or wheelchair

Ocean is aroace, but didn’t know she was aroace for a long time. She just thought she was “too mature” and “too focused on her schoolwork” to have crushes

Penny lets Noel borrow her dresses sometimes

Constance is extremely prone to infodumping (Penny could listen to her for hours though)

Ricky likes to “accidentally” run over Ocean’s toes with his wheelchair when she babies him

Mischa and Noel actually aren’t that bad at math; Mischa has a C and Noel has a B. Ocean just views anything below an A as “bad”.

Penny dressed up as Jane Doe for Halloween, and the rest of the choir found this hilarious

Taylor Swift is Ocean’s favorite singer and Penny’s celebrity crush

Constance has had a crush on everyone in the choir at some point (including Noel, but this was before he came out)

Ricky and Noel once tried to write a Monique/Bachelor Man crossover, but because their stories and writing styles were so different, it failed miserably. Now Ricky just draws pictures of Monique and the Bachelor Man kissing instead.

Ocean likes to wake up early, and Constance does not. So when they have sleepovers, Constance will often wake up and Ocean will have breakfast ready for her.

Ricky and Noel like to go on double dates with Constance and Penny

Noel and Ricky are both genderfluid. Noel is AMAB and Ricky is AFAB, and they’re both prone to dysphoria. If they had a nickel for every joke they made about switching bodies, Noel would have enough money to move to France and take the whole rest of the choir with him.

After the Cyclone thing, Mischa spends more evenings at Ricky’s place than his own

Prior to the Cyclone, Noel is extremely protective of Constance because of the way Ocean treats her

Mischa once overheard Noel talking about RuPaul’s Drag Race during choir. He thought it was an actual racing show and started watching it. It wasn’t what he expected, but it is now his favorite show. (This is technically semi-canon; in the high school edition, Mischa mentioned this.)

Penny and Noel are the definition of gay/lesbian solidarity

Penny and Constance like to go on picnic dates

Ocean and Noel are basically siblings. They actually do love each other and know each other better than anyone, but they live for getting on each other’s nerves, and Noel isn’t afraid to call Ocean out on her bullshit.

Ricky, Noel, Ocean: cat people

Mischa, Constance, Penny: dog people

They’re all autistic, I don’t make the rules

For Noel’s birthday, Ocean made him a bracelet that said his name with red and green beads (because Christmas). In return, Noel made Ocean a bracelet with her name and orange, yellow, white, blue, and teal beads (because beach colors; little did he know that those would become the aroace colors). They trade those bracelets every time they see each other.

Constance once made the mistake of having Mischa watch Up with her. He cried.

Ocean was Constance’s queer awakening in eighth grade. The crush lasted for about four months. ‘Twas a very awkward four months.

Mischa had a crush on a guy before meeting Talia, but didn’t realize it was a crush at the time because it was the mid 2000s and queerness wasn’t really talked about as much as it is today. When Ricky mentioned being bisexual, Mischa came to the conclusion that he was too.

Penny has what might be the greenest eyes that any of her friends have ever seen on a human

Constance is really good at styling hair, so Ocean and Penny always go to her when they want to have their hair look nice for a concert or contest

Ricky’s really good at doing people’s makeup

#noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #ocean o'connell rosenberg #penny lamb #jane doe ride the cyclone #sugardolls #starrypoet #ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone musical #rtc musical #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc headcanons

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108garys · 6 months

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Matches & Magpie

A 1920s flapper through the lens of a 80s circus and a pyro jester? But it's the same person ending up in the circus through radically different life paths

I couldn't pick what to put first so I put them together, close ups and more explanation on Megan's Harum Scarum eras undercut

Matches(pyromegan)

After being the sole survivor of her family's house fire and sevreal years under reverend Carson's roof, being seen as a charity case and troubled child by the town. Kept strictly in line while her trauma is left unattended, eventually she hits a breaking point where she intentionally burnt down the Reverend's home, killing him.

After fleeing town and being 15 in 1975 she comes across the Harum Scarum sideshow where her love of fire was turned to entertainment. In this time she felt like she had a family who understood her and even saw Eliza as a mother figure. After a decade of circus life she set her third significant fire in 1985(yes the circus burnt down twice in the pyromegan timeline), in her horror of potentially killing a second family, one who understood her and had her for arguably as long as the Clarkes, she fled both too afraid to see who lived or to face the survivors(her previous fires had no other survivors). So at 25 she's had a very strange time of it clearly

Also I kept the ashy under eye from some of her other pyro designs, chose gold/black for how it'd reflect and move in her act(note, set well before Silas was born)

Magpie(Megan's 80s adventures)

In a no fire timeline her resentment towards her parents builds up over her forced mentoring by the Reverend and her feelings of invisibility, by 1978 she decides to work a summer job at Hackett's quarry to get away from little hope for a time, she loved it, loved the younger Hacketts who she acted as older sister to and made a lot of friends. She clashed with Constance because she's not going to sit back with her bs and by the end of summer she's a legal adult and realises she has other options. After a much longer series of events between being roommates with a camp friend and a big blank check of whatever else, she joins the circus and it's one in a long list of wild whims she's pursued. Her persona is far more "lovely assistant" than anything but she'd have a range of acts, it's admittedly less fleshed out because it's less archetypal than the jester. Her costume is blue/silver I wanted something that would look good under a spotlight, having used stripes in the first design I wanted checkers on the dress and her gloves/stockings are silver to give a better stage presence and the costume itself should allow for more movement than expected

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @qusok @kagoa @kindheartedgummybears @ctrvpani @unhingedlesbear @mybrainrotforreal @tinynightmarewoman I find it funny that of my three distinct surviving Megan au timelines, the somewhat Gothy Megan from the hector Clarke au is the only one who didn't join the circus lol(Also working on something for Eliza😉)

#little hope #The quarry #The dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures little hope #supermassive games #megan clarke #Pyromegan #Harum Scarum era Megan #Megan's 80s adventures #little hope au #The quarry up #This is me brute forcing an attempt to care for the quarry

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talk about your rtc headcanons please.

YES I WILL AHAHAH THANK YOU

i have a note open on my notes app full of hcs >:]

(some of these will be pretty ship centered, but they could probably be seen as platonic!)

~~{☆}~~

Jane/Penny

• bites people. out of love. i think

• autistic because i said so

• new special interest every week

• long-term hyperfixation on doll collecting

• like girly has a terrifying amount of dolls

• she/they/it/doll/star pronouns fuck you

• forgets what her own voice sounds like sometimes so randomly she'll just.. start talking to himself.

• has a pet axolotl

• queer platonic relationship with ocean

• has an old galaxy note phone but it's kept it pristine condition

• can beatbox

• has really good rhythm!!

• soprano 1

• devilishly good at escape rooms

• along with mishca, the choirs bodyguard

• isn't allowed in the kitchen without supervision

• stims by just... riffing

• yk that riff in tbojd? that.

• favorite time if the year is Christmas, specifically for the carolling

• takes the choir to carol with it all the time

• cannot spell for shit

• cosplays with ricky constantly

~~{☆}~~

Ricky

• had a nightcore phase

• SCENE KID <3

• makes the most killer hot coco ever

• teached the choir asl after the accident BCS THEY ALL COME BACK IN THE END FIGHT ME

• every year for the different choir members birthdays she draws them as a cat. (he gives them fursonas i dont make the rules here).

• uses all pronouns

• named a cat after each of the choir members but refuses to tell them

• genderfluid as fuck!!

• has one of those samsung phones that can fold

• makes cat stickers for fun

• her mobility aids are covered in stickers and has little trinkets that dangle

• had a warrior cats phase

• got noel into warrior cats in middle school

• has 3 hairless cats

• obsessed with the Labyrinth

• gets high with mischa weekly

• fucking pro on an electric guitar

• has a baseball cap with cat ears attached to the top

• jazz hand stims

• makes the choirs halloween costumes every year

• excellent seamstress

• also loves tf outta Halloween

• she gets to dress up as a swinging space age bachelor man and wouldn't get judged, ofc she loves it

• stims by.. meowing and purring?? for fun??? its fun try it

• has a lifetime pass to any cosplay convention that happens in Uranium ( idk if thats a real thing but it is now )

~~{}~~

Ocean

• horrid asthma

• avarage glee watcher

• IS gossip girl

• they/she user

• neurodivergent as hell but is undiagnosed because their parents SUCK and don't believe in that stuff

• asexual lesbian real

• has to use either Constances or Mischas washing machine/dryer to wash her clothes.

• hates the beach

• they sunburn so easily

• sibling relationship with both mischa and noel

• has a yellow iphone with an otterbox phonecase

• keeps little Polaroid pictures of her and the other choir members in a journal she has

• she likes taking pictures I said so

• was the last one to grasp asl, but she is trying!!!!

• cuts her hair themselves and as genuinely good at it

• soprano 2

• has horrid OCD

• loves deer sm

• loves Christmas time <3

• hot mocha enjoyer

• her and noel have kareoke night every friday

~~{☆}~~

Constance

• vocaloid enjoyer

• pumpkin spice latte drinker

• mom friend. keeps bandaids, candies, an inhaler, toothpicks, waters, and koolaid packets in her bag at all times.

• pansexual queen <3 i love her

• she/her pronouns, but doesn't mind they/them

• her family has threatened to adopt literally every single one of the choir members - noel and ricky

• listens to 90's rock music

• love language is physical touch!!! she loves holding everyones hands and gives the best hugs imaginable

• wrote pjo fanfiction in middle school

• it's still on ao3

• fandom junkie

• has a dark green motorola phone with a pastel blue case

• alto

• really good at crochet and makes sweaters for choir during their birthdays

• makes small sweaters for rickys hairless cats during winter

• K-pop stan

• has asked noel to dress up as a k-pop idol before

• adhd haver

• has hundreds of little lists for random things

• favorite holiday is Christmas and she loves giving the choir gifts

• giving love language is giving gifts fight me

• has a pet frog named Jeremy

• sometimes she just spins around as a stim

~~{☆}~~

Mischa

• HATES coffee, claims it tastes like dirt

• languages master ( teaches noel french bcs duolingo isn't helping at all)

• dad friend

• menace in the kitchen

• HIM AND NOEL HAVE MOVIE NIGHTS YES!!

• talia is real and they're in love... fuck you

• mischa "two hands" bachinski

• is the reason the choir room has a swear jar

• loves bearded dragons

• unreasonably terrified of snakes

• bisexual king

• He/They supremacy

• can and will down an entire bottle of straight vodka

• very proud of that fact

• transmasc real!!!!

• talia helps pay for their T shots and after hearing about noel being trans too she buys her a binder <3

• so in love with noel and talia both he has too much passion

• brotp with ricky they're brothers your honor

• only one besides noel that can drive

• made vines

• works at a haunted house with penny during halloween

• his adoptive parents are rich as fuck

• can tell you the history of rap if you asked him to

• love language is words of affirmation bcs i said so

• sometimes he just carries around the other choir members (usually ocean) on his back for fun

• body heater

• has a red iphone with a clear case

• it has so many cracks

• godly at stick n pokes

• has a pet hampster his adoptive parents know nothing about

• has gotten a lightbulb stuck in their mouth twice

• has the most batshit insane ideas

• really into pop music but will NEVER tell anyone

• he has autism btw

• really good at critiquing movies

• baritone/bass what's the difference

• carries ricky up and down stairs even if it isn't needed

• giving love language is physical touch fight me ( him and constance are always touching eachother in someway, either by holding pinkies or leaning in eachother. platonic or not, take it as you please)

• its a real struggle with talia but they make do

• movie nights in his basement happen every Tuesday after choir rehearsal, usually only him and noel are there but ricky and penny join every so often!!

• the choirs bodygaurd

• he's friends with the detention teacher

• has the second highest gpa out of the choir

• special interest: RAP

• DRUMMER

• listens to imagine dragons unironically

• halloween enthusiast

• always dresses up as some cheesy horror movie villain

• sometimes, mid conversation, he'll just start speaking in Ukranian. he won't realize until the person he's talking to mentions it.

• has a pretty bad lisp

• flappy hand stimmer fight me

• ambidextrous

~~{☆}~~

Noel

• starbucks employees know him by name

• stereotypical gay tbh, he drinks tf outta iced coffee

• tries to learn french through duolingo but fails miserably

• he/she noel supremacy

• always steals food from taco bell before a performance to give to the choir

• introduced rocky horror picture show to the choir and now they all wont stop quoting it

• TRANS MAN

• mlm/wlw hatred solidarity between her and ocean

• but in a sibling way

• unreasonably obsessed with peacocks amd doves (specifically white doves, they're so pretty)

• literally so oblivious to mischas crush its hilarious

• hates his job. so. much.

• her favorite stim is just repeating lines from the Blue Angel in a french accent. she knows it's a german film, but french accents are just too fun man

• she's autistic too btw ive decided

• hyperfixated on french history

• and scented candles

• holy shit she has so many scented candles

• has those fake candy cigarettes but absolutely hates how they taste

• has a notebook of little shirt stories of moniques life

• absolutely has thought out entire movies with Monique as the main character

• really really bad abandonment issues

• love language is quality time <3

• she is genuinely so angsty i have so many sad hcs for her

• has terrible eyesight but refuses to wear glasses

• instead, wears shitty contacts

• musical theatre nerd

• paints his nails so he would stop chewing them but it doesn't work

• purple iphone user, has one of those square cases with the gold accents please know what i'm talking about

• has an old cat named Nyxl and she is treated like a got damn queen

• token tenor

• has a notebook full of poetry

• has a book full of edgar allen poes stories

• she loves them

• picky eater picky eater picky eater picky eater

• has to be chewing on something to even exist

• usually a toothpick, since she got scolded by ocean once because she bit a hole in her lip

• favorite holiday is valentines day

• he'll say he hates it but absolutely loves the romantic aspect of it

~~{☆}~~

thanky ou for indulging me i needed yhis <3

#ocean o'connell rosenberg #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc hc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone the musical #rtc mischa #rtc noel #rtc penny lamb #rtc jane doe #rtc ocean #rtc constance

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hello! I was wondering if you have a favorite setting or costume from the mbs show :D

Interesting question. I don’t really notice or think about clothes that much, and I don’t know much about fashion, but I do love the color aesthetics they went with, especially Curtain’s blue vs. Nicholas’ green (and how Sticky and Reynie have the same colors, as shown by the gifs below!!!).

I love a lot of the other character's outfits and colors too: Constance’s pink, all of Rhonda’s outfits are amazing of course, and they did a great job with Number Two’s yellow. It makes me wish we could have seen what they were planning with the sister (I’ve adopted the popular head canon that she wears purple to complete the sibling color scheme 💚💙💜).

However, there were two really cool things I noticed when I was going through the gifs for this post. The first is shown below, where in season 2, Kate starts dressing more like Milligan (darker colors, browns, farming clothes) in the same frame that Constance is wearing a green dress (Nicholas' colors!!! It's official, he's her dad, adoption or not, not that there was ever any doubt).

But there was something else I noticed! SQ wears a blue sweater (no surprise, that's probably what Curtain would buy for him), and Constance wears a blue raincoat in season 1. At first I was like "Oh yay, Constance and Curtain parallels", but then I realized. SQ and Constance both almost always wear pink/peach underneath or along with their blue (or in the gif above of Constance, green) clothing items. They are cousins. 💕

I also love how light SQ’s baby blue and peach colors are in comparison to Constance’s darker blues and magentas (and Curtain’s darker blue suits).

As for my favorite setting, you already know I love Curtain’s mad hatter style blueberry tea party for the sheer insanity of it. Like, where are they? It looks like the middle of a field or golf course. Curtain even has a golf cart. Why not just do it inside or next to a building like a normal person? Why is table so long when there are only three people? Why did Curtain just bring a little tea and fruit? It’s sort of implied that Nicholas and Number Two were brought food before Curtain arrived, so why didn’t he eat with them? Why is Curtain sitting with himself facing directly into the sun like it’s his own personal spotlight? He clearly planned this very carefully and was so excited for it he did a little dance beforehand. But what was he excited for exactly? A silly blueberry metaphor, some gaslighting, and an ominous “oh. I can’t wait to show you Nicholas” before prancing off to do more evil schemes? That’s it?

And the look Curtain gives while pouring the tea is incredible. Pure insanity. Pure delusion. Told my neurodivergent brain everything I needed to know about what was going on in that man’s head in that moment. He was operating at maximum silliness that day. And everything about the set up that I mentioned before perfectly tells you what vibe Curtain is gonna be giving this season. Brilliant set design. Looks exactly like the work of an egotistical lunatic. 10/10.

#I’m probably reading way too much into this clothing colors thing and I don’t know if I properly answered the ask #But I hope you like this Milk #Bods Answers #sq curtain #constance contraire #long post (sorry)

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Dead Stick”

The basics: Aiden Hanna’s jet crashes and the team works to find out why it happened.

Written by: Lee A. Carlisle wrote or co-wrote “Golden Days”, “Reentry”, “Into the Breach”, “Concours D’Elegance”, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”, "Sundown" and “Pandora’s Box”.

Directed by: Dennis Smith directed “Fame”, “Standoff”, “Rocket Man”, “Cyberthreat”, “Exit Strategy”, “Patriot Acts”, “Out of the Past” part one, “The Livelong Day”, Between the Lines”, “Deep Trouble” part two, “Black Budget", “Black Wind”, “Blame it On Rio”, “Defectors”, “Matryoshka” part one, “Granger, O”, “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Hot Water”, “From Havana With Love”, “Plain Sight”, the lighthearted “Monster”, “Superhuman”, “One of Us”, “Smokescreen” part one, “Decoy”, “Mother” (episode 250), “Alsiyadun”, “The Bear”, “Angry Karen”, “Signs of Change” and “Fukushu”.

Guest stars of note: Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr is back from season 14 premiere “Game of Drones”. Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna returns from last week’s “Body Stitchers” episode. Tye White as Aiden Hanna is back from “Watch Over Me”, the 17th episode in season 11. Joanna Bacalso as Navy Lieutenant Commander Kristina Hirsch, Gabriel Burrafato as Navy Commander Jose Espinoza, Ryan Radis as Jake Primiani, Christopher Amitrano as Navy Maintenance Master Chief Brian Frazier, Sean Freeland as Marco Madsen, Brittany Freeth as Navy Air Controller, Erik R. Norris as Patrick, Linara Washington as Nurse Constance Harper.

Our heroes: Work to learn why Aiden Hanna’s jet failed.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Doesn’t think Aiden is at fault but needs to investigate fairly. Sam: Son of Major, father of Sonic. Kensi: See Deeks Deeks: Absent. Fatima: Praying in the burn room. Rountree: Distracted by his issues with LAPD. Kilbride: Running things in Ops with ease.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Shares Raymond’s enjoyment messing with Sam. Sam: May have found a caretaker for Raymond. Kensi: Absent. Deeks: See Kensi. Fatima: Going out for a sad celebration with Shyla. Rountree: Looking to the Admiral for guidance. Kilbride: Offering guidance by telling Rountree the team has his back.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Nary a mention.

Who's down with OTP: Who knows. They weren’t here but there weren't there together, so that's good.

Who's down with BrOTP: Very little BrOTP time though the three generations of Hanna men were great.

Fashion review: Callen wore a black polo-style shirt (really more Chris O’Donnell than G. Callen). Sam in a dark blue long-sleeve tee. Fatima had a grey sweater over a white mock turtleneck. Rountree wore a pale purple Carhart long-sleeve tee (great color). As always, the Admiral wore a blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress shirt, blue tie.

Music: “Sunday Morning Underground” by Faustus is playing during the opening scenes at the beach. “Initial Mailing” by Cargo is playing while Marco is being questioned by Fatima and Rountree.

Any notable cut scene: Four straight without a deleted scene.

Quote: Sam: “Oh, Callen told me something interesting...Sonic.” Raymond: “Now, see, I'm confused again.” Aiden: “Uh, it's my call sign, Grandpop. Your squadron picks it for you, usually after you've done something pretty stupid.” Sam: “Yeah, like, say illegally breaking the sound barrier? Something like that?” Aiden: “Well, let's just say that my plane wasn't the only thing that went supersonic that day. I have never seen my CO use that many curse words.” Raymond: “My boy.”

Anything else: Some previously-s with Aiden telling Sam he’s going to fly for the Navy, Aiden flying for the Navy, the Rountree siblings traffic stop from hell.

On the beach, a hustler is scamming a fisherman into getting a fishing license for a public pier. As they negotiate, a military plane passes over them but the jet’s engine blows out and the plane starts to fail. The plane crashes but the pilot ejects just before impact. As his parachute lands, the fisherman races over to see the pilot, who is alive but not conscious. The hustler isn’t thrilled, especially since the fishing liecens thing may have been less than legit. Ambulances are heard in the background as the hustler pulls the fisherman away from the pilot. Best not to be involved.

The pilot’s uniform nameplate reads “Hanna”.

Walking through the office, Shyla gets a number of messages and calls on her cellphone. Looking for somewhere quiet to take the call, she walks into the burn room only to find Fatima praying. Shyla is surprised Fatima would pray in a place like the burn room but “anywhere is a place of prayer” for Fatima. Well, not bathrooms and graveyards.

Shyla explains the calls are coming from her soon to be ex-husband. They have been separated for three-years but just started with the divorce proceedings. While her ex isn’t contesting the divorce, he also doesn’t want it. All the papers have been filed, just waiting for the court to say everything is in order. The phone rings again so Fatima leaves Shyla to deal with the soon to be former Mr. Shyla.

In wardrobe, Rountree is rummaging through his stored pants. He is searching for his wallet – he thought it may have left it in one of his undercover outfits. The Admiral arrives and finds the wallet immediately on a nearby table. Seeing Rountree is out of sorts, the Admiral asks him what is going on. According to Det. Whiting, LAPD wants Rountree to speak to their PR department. The plans is for LAPD to give paid leave to the officers involved in the traffic stop where Rountree and Jordyn were harassed. While Rountree didn’t know what LAPD planned to do with the officers, paid leave “sure as hell” wasn’t part of the plan.

Knowing it isn’t his place to comment, the Admiral says that things may not get better even if Rountree pushes it. “Crooked cops have gotten less for doing worse.” Rountree knows that. He also thinks that if he wasn’t a federal agent, LAPD wouldn’t be interested in doing anything at all. Again, not wanting to tell Rountree what to do, the Admiral reminds Rountree that NCIS works with LAPD and LAPD could make things tough for Rountree. “Tough is what I do,” Rountree tells him. Then the Admiral thinks it should be easy for Rountree to clean up his mess in wardrobe.

An annoyed Raymond walks into the boat shed with Sam as Callen sits at the boat shed table. Seems pancakes are Raymond’s issue. Sam’s mom would make Raymond’s pancakes with premade mix while his caretaker makes them from scratch and says she makes them from the mix. And if she lies about that, what else is the caretaker lying about.

Callen apologizes for not knowing Raymond was coming – he only got two cups of coffee. It’s not a problem for Raymond, he take Sam’s coffee. The coffee isn’t the only thing Sam lost that morning – Raymond’s caretaker quit. Sam can’t believe this is all about pancakes while Callen disagrees – breakfast in the most important meal of the day. Raymond teams up with Callen to mock Sam.

Walking to the back of the boatshed, Sam is looking for someone to take care of Raymond that day. Callen helpfully suggests Agent Castor. Raymond and Callen share their mutual enjoyment of messing with Sam. Sam’s phone rings – Aiden is in the hospital near Point Magu. Sam and Raymond are on their way while Callen tries to find out what NCIS knows.

NCIS doesn’t know much, according to Fatima, except Aiden’s F-35 crashed. Fatima and the Admiral meet Shyla and Rountree in Ops, Callen is on the big screen with Lt. Commander Kristina Hirsh, a JAG Officer. Lt. Hanna is fine, being held for observation overnight. The Admiral asks about the cause of the crash. Hirsh is tasked with finding out what caused the crash. The cause of the crash could be as simple equipment failure or pilot error or something worse. Hirsh mentions the F-35 taken down by the drone swarm in “Murmuration” last season – nice callback show! Since both crashes were in the OSP’s backyard, she’s asking for their help. She is going to question Aiden but will need help looking for evidence near the crash site. Rountree is all in.

Hirsh tells the team that Aiden was on a test flight out of Point Magu when the plane crashed. The plane barely missed an apartment building. The Admiral sends Fatima and Rountree to the beach to interview witnesses being held there by LAPD. Shyla is going to the boat shed to meet Callen and interview the maintenance supervisor who got the plane in the air. Hirsh makes it clear, Special Agent Hanna can’t be involved with the investigation into Lt. Hanna. “I’m sure he’ll have no problem with that,” the Admiral says.

Callen calls Sam, who understands he can’t be involved with the investigation but isn’t thrilled. Sam is arriving at the hospital with Raymond. He asks Callen to keep in him the loop. Walking into Aiden’s hospital room, Sam and Raymond find Aiden with a walking boot on his right leg, some bumps and bruises but a big smile and a promise that he’s just fine. Aiden just finished a call with Kam. Raymond is thrilled to see Aiden and the feeling is mutual – though it isn’t ‘grandpa’, Raymond is “Major”.

The bruises on Aiden’s face are from the ejection. He has a concussion and a sprained ankle from the landing. Aiden is trying to remember what happened when Lt. Commander Hirsh arrives. She apologies for intruding while Aiden struggles to salute. He’s quickly told “at ease”. After introducing herself to Sam, she’d like to get started on Aiden’s official statement.

In the boat shed, Navy Maintenance Master Chief Brian Frazier is answering questions about his responsibilities inspecting all aircraft for Aiden’s squadron. If there is an incident with a plane, all logbooks and maintenance records for an aircraft are secured so they can’t be altered. The records are available to be reviewed at any time.

Aiden’s plane is a newer plane. It wasn’t due for a full maintenance review for another 100-hours. The plane went through the proper pre-flight inspection before “Sonic” took off that morning. “Sonic” confuses Callen and Shyla but Sonic is Aiden’s call sign. Frazier was shocked to hear about the crash – Aiden is a great pilot.

Callen asks about it being a test flight. It was and it is classified but the company behind what they were testing is Starling Aeronautics. Frazier really can’t say much but things with Starling are overbudget and behind schedule. Frazier’s CO would know more. Shyla goes to get the Admiral involved with contacting the CO.

Aiden tries to take Hirsh through the flight with Sam and Raymond sitting in on the interview. Things went off without a hitch flying to the area where he was going to put the plane through an exercise. All systems worked perfectly. Returning to Point Magu, he’s not sure what happened next. His memory is fuzzy. He knows he had to punch out but can’t remember why. Raymond suggests working backwards from what he can remember – that works for Raymond sometimes.

None of this is working for Hirsh. She notes that the autopilot was shut off before the crash – does Aiden remember doing that? He does not. Hirsh brings up that Aiden received several LOI’s – Letters of Instruction – for “pushing the envelope”. He purposely broke the sound barrier while flying over the continental United States. Raymond is shocked, Sam says Aiden would never do that. One look from Aiden and he did do it. Sam is not pleased but Raymond reminds his son that he wasn’t always “Mr. Perfect” as a kid. While Sam doesn’t see what breaking the sound barrier has to do with the crash, Hirsh tells him that Aiden’s performance, including past incidents of “flat-hatting” (showing off), are a part of the investigation. The Navy just lost a $94-million plane. Raymond wants to know if the afterburners are jewel-encrusted at that price tag.

Saying she only allowed Sam and Raymond to stay for the interview because they are decorated combat veterans, Hirsh tells them they have to stay quiet. Sam is offended Aiden’s integrity would be called into question. Hirsh orders the two senior Hannas out of the room.

At the beach, Fatima and Rountree learn nobody noticed anything until the plane crashed. No signs of a surface to air missile, which would have left a smoke trail, or a drone swarm. Some witnesses saw the hustler leave in his van. The beach has a license plate reader – they may be able to find him.

In Ops, the Admiral speaks to Master Chief Frazier’s CO, Commander Jose Espinoza. Espinoza explains that Starling is providing software that upgrade the electronic warfare capability. The plane, according to Espinoza, is a “flying computer” that can be improved by software upgrades. The Admiral asks if the software test could have caused the crash. Espinoza does not believe it could – the software test was not a part of Aiden’s return to base. The Admiral asks if there is someone he can talk to at Starling. Espinoza will tell the software’s project manager.

Outside of Aiden’s hospital room, Sam is outraged by how Hirsh is handling the case. Raymond is more on Hirsh’s side – she is doing her job. Sam is surprised by Raymond’s attitude – why was he cracking jokes? Where was the hardass that made Sam call him “Major”? Raymond is letting go of things he held so hard when he was a younger man. He’s sorry – sorry for what he did to Sam and what he did to Sam’s mother.

Sam didn’t appreciate Raymond’s tough love at the time but it made Sam the man he is today. And he loves Raymond for that. Raymond tells Sam that seeing the man he’s become allowed him to loosen his grip and now it is time for Sam to do the same thing for Aiden. Because Aiden can handle it.

Testifying, Aiden said he was struggling with the controls. The plane was no longer performing as it should. Hirsh asks why didn’t Aiden call in the plane issues. Aiden tells her he did. When she looks confused, he wonders if he didn’t. Hirsh asks if Aiden was trying to liven-up an otherwise boring flight back to Point Magu. The flight was being monitored at Point Magu and according to the data, everything was working fine until the autopilot was turned off. If Aiden turned off the autopilot, the cause of the crash would be pilot error – a likely career-ender.

Hirsh leaves Aiden, she has some paperwork to do. Raymond asks if she knows where the cafeteria is. She does and wouldn’t mind some lunch herself. The two leave Sam with Aiden, who is up and trying to pour himself some water. Sam asks how things are going - “badly”. Aiden tells Sam if the crash is due to pilot error, he’s done. But he can’t remember. Sam suggests going through what happened but Aiden collapses.

Sam gets Aiden back to his bed – the concussion is an issue. Raymond’s dementia may have been from concussions he received in the service. Sam had them too from football and to SEALs. Nobody knows for sure what happens. Raymond and Sam were told to shake things off. Aiden has to learn from them and take better care of himself.

A very impatient Shyla is waiting with Callen for the Starling Aeronautics project manager in the boat shed. Callen actually thinks they is good – project managers usually make NCIS visit them. Shyla asks if Callen thinks Aiden actually caused the crash. Callen turns the question on Shyla – what if he did think Aiden caused the crash. A good NCIS Agent looks past what they think to look at the case from every angle. Pilots make mistakes. The F-35 pilot program only takes the best and while high-end pilots hotdog it from time to time, it is all part of the job. So if it isn’t pilot error, what is it. Callen admits he doesn’t think it is pilot error but that’s not their side of the investigation.

Wandering into the boatshed is Jake Primiani, complete with his Starling Aeronautics embroidered polo shirt. He wants to get this over with – a tad nervous.

At the beach, Rountree asks Fatima if she thinks he’s making a mistake pushing for more punishment for Officer O’Neal. Fatima doesn’t think he is. He doesn’t know what to do. He was so angry that morning when he thought he lost his wallet. He’s had moments like that since the stop. Fatima sympathizes. Whatever Rountree choses to do, she knows he isn’t weak for making that decision. He doesn’t want this to define who he is as an agent. Fatima says he can’t control what others think. Some will always think badly of him if he fights. Others will know the principled person she sees every day. She wants him to do the right thing for himself – “tree may bend but tree don’t break.” Rountree likes that.

Fatima gets info on the license plate for the van. She asks the Admiral to run a Kaleidoscope search for the van. He can do that and doesn’t need the pat on the back Fatima offers. He’s no CYO soccer brat looking for a participation trophy. The van belongs to a Marco Madsen, the fish license hustler on the beach. He’s just a few blocks away.

Primiani is nervous – the software is being run in flight simulators to recreate what happened to Aiden but nothing matches. Shyla asks why the project is running behind. Primiani says they were not given enough time – there is never enough time for a project like this. The normal glitches and bugs happened early in the project and while it took time to fix them, the deadline stays the same. Primiani needs to get back to Point Magu to prepare another flight. Callen and Shyla release him.

Raymond is having a hard time with a vending machine. He wanted a Twinkie is told the machine is now cashless after COVID, according to a nurse. She gets him a Twinkie with her credit card and refuses to let Raymond pay for it. She also gets one for herself.

In his room, Aiden asks how “grandpop” is doing. Sam mentions Raymond’s good days and bad days. Aiden has a flash of memory – the engine flamed out. When the engine flames out, the autopilot automatically switches off. Commander Hirsh said the data says everything was working fine but it wasn’t. Sam goes off to find Hirsh.

Discovered in his van, Madsen tries to run from NCIS. That goes poorly. Rountree mentions the plane crash. Madsen says yes, a plane crashed. With some prodding, he remembers that the engine was flaming out. This confirms what Aiden remembers and disproves whatever data was given to Hirsh. While Fatima calls this in, Rountree wants to know about the fishing licenses.

The Admiral has another conversation with Espinoza. Another flight is testing the software so Kilbride wants Espinoza to know that an eyewitness confirms Aiden’s account of the crash. The engine cut out and only restarted when Aiden punched out. Behind Espinoza, the Navy flight personnel at Point Magu lost contact with the pilot of the second flight. The plane is losing altitude. Kilbride gets Aiden on the phone to try to walk Espinoza through what happened on his flight.

Aiden remembers who he almost got the plane restarted. He gives the instructions to Espinoza to give to the pilot – “Kegger”. While Kegger falls off the radar screen for a few seconds, the instructions work and both pilot and plane are saved. Hirsh witnessed Aiden’s heroics. She wants him to finish his statement. Sam asks about Raymond but Hirsh last saw him with the nurse by the vending machine.

Arriving at Point Magu, Callen and Shyla want to talk to Primiani, who does not want to talk to them at all. Plus there is no proof the software is the issue. Callen wonders how two of the best trained pilots in the world flying two separate cutting edge planes nearly suffer the same “never-before-seen” system failure. Primiani said they knew there was a flaw but it was patched months ago. The flaw – the new system can override the flight computer. But unless someone bypassed the fix, it couldn’t happen. And he wouldn’t do that. Primiani’s entire career is about making this system work.

Asked about who else could override the patch, Primiani says the computers are all air gapped and stored at Point Magu. Everyone on the flight and maintenance crew would have access to the computers but like Primiani, why would they risk their careers to override the patch. There is one computer that just records who logs in and out of the computers. Callen, Shyla and Primiani are off to check.

Walking into Ops, Fatima asks Kilbride for a “sitrep” – saying she always wanted to do that. The Admiral is not pleased. They have to investigate every Starling employee to see who could be either taking part in terrorism or industrial espionage.

Sam finds Raymond and his newly found nurse buddy walking back to Aiden’s room. The nurse is kind to Raymond and to Sam. Sam is surprised Raymond let the nurse help him. Constance, the nurse, is per diem at the hospital and does some side work in home healthcare. She passes Sam a card as she leaves.

Hirsh tells Sam that the investigation is moving from Aiden to Starling Aeronautics. Sam has been released from the sidelines and can return to work with NCIS. Raymond is going to stay with Aiden, Sam is on his way to Point Magu.

At the Starling Aeronautics office at Point Magu, one of the computer hard drives is missing. The Admiral wants everyone at Starling investigated but Fatima has found only one person with irregular financials – Master Chief Frazier. Frazier is walking to his vehicle when Callen and Shyla try to stop him.

Shyla calls base security as Frazier carjacks one of the base’s work trucks. Callen jumps into the flatbed and while Frazier tries to get away, Shyla chases in the NCIS vehicle. Sam is arriving at Point Magu as Frazier tries to leave.

Frazier gets out of the stole vehicle and puts his gun to his own head. Shyla tells him not to do it. Frazier says Starling knew about the troubled software and he tried to tell everyone about it. He allowed the second flight go take off to prove that Aiden’s flame out was due to the software and not pilot error. Sam talks Frazier out of killing himself, saying that he forgives Frazier for what happened as he knows others will. Frazier puts the gun down and is arrested. Shyla is shocked Sam can forgive but he is being gracious and is willing to try.

Back at Ops, Shyla and Fatima talk. Frazier wasn’t being quite so selfless. He was paid by one of Starling’s rivals to help tank the project. Fatima asks about Shyla’s earlier calls. The divorce is finalized. She’s surprised you don’t get anything official – it is just over. Fatima offers a celebration drink to make it official. Unless Shyla wants to be sad because Fatima can do that too. Shyla decides on celebration with a little sadness and they’ll be doing that once the after-action reports are filed.

A calmer Roundtree has a very neat desk except for his football for when his team beat the Admiral’s Tigers. Rountree asks the Admiral what would he do if he was Rountree. The Admiral makes it clear, it isn’t up to him, it is up to Rountree. That said, he’d like to see “the bastard’s hide nailed to the outhouse wall instead of just a slap on the wrist.” Rountree is worried about making NCIS’s job harder. The Admiral makes is clear that Rountree is a part of a very elite team and every member of that team supports whatever Rountree does.

Sam and Hirsh talk – Aiden will be back in the jet as soon as the flight surgeon clears him from his injuries. She also says that Aiden staying with the plane so long saved lives – he got the plane to fire and when it did, it missed an apartment building. Aiden saved lives and will be getting a commendation for it. Hirsh is impressed - was a “stick jockey” herself.

In his room, Aiden is playing backgammon with Raymond. Sam arrives with a Martin Baker Squadron patch. Martin Baker is the seat ejection manufacturer. Raymond breaks out his flask and is willing to share but Aiden has a concussion and Sam is driving so Raymond had a swig while the other Hannas have some water.

Sam brings up “Sonic” which confused Raymond. “Sonic” is Aiden’s call sign – a call sign is given to a pilot by the squadron after the pilot does something dumb. Like breaking the sound barrier of the United States. Aiden assures the older Hannas that he wasn’t the only one to go supersonic that day – he never saw the CO use that many swear words.

What head canon can be formed from here: For an episode that had a lot of family storylines – the Hanna men, Rountree and Jordyn’s nightmare experience, Shyla’s divorce – it was a rather sterile hour. Not a lot of emotion or passion about Aiden nearly dying or Aiden possibly ruining his career. Rountree who was so full of righteous indignation over what happened to him and to Jordyn is now looking to walk away. And Shyla seems more bothered that her soon to be ex is calling than their marriage is over. I would have liked a little more passion or fire in any of those storylines.

The episode had a season 12 feel – Sam was largely siloed with the family, Callen worked with Shyla, Fatima, Rountree, the Admiral and a little Shyla in scenes.

The random JAG officer was well played but why not find Bud or Sturgis or some other JAG series actors to play that role. Manetti was out, Tamlyn Tomita played a DHS Officer in season six on the show. Admiral Chegwidden's multiple appearances would have totally made this work.

The burn room was back! I missed that place. It was a great piece to the super-secret office set-up over the years.

Episode number: Episode 306, season 14’s fourth hour.

#NCIS: Los Angeles Rewatch #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

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So I’ve been screencaping The Musketeers like there’s no tomorrow for raisins™, so here you have a bunch of icons. Some things:

Mostly focused on the garments, but there are a few faces too.

As uploading everything here it’s tedious, here you have a link to a Google Drive folder.

Use them freely; if you want to reblog or like the post if you use them, it’s cool. If not, it’s cool too.

Source: my own screencaps + HD images from Far Far Away Site

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Image Descriptions: grid of 9 square images displayed in rows of three.

Upper row: image one. 245x245px icon. Taken from the last minutes of Season 2 Episode 10: Trial and Punishment, it shows a cropped image of Milady dressed in blues as the comtesse she is, from neck to knees. What we can see of the background is a blurred, well trodden road with green at its side. Milady’s dress is dark blue, with the front of the underskirt, stomacher and sleeves (which are part of a short jacket) in a lighter shade of blue. She’s turned to the left of the picture, and her standing collar is not seen, but can be guessed. She’s wearing white gloves, which get visually molded into the white long sleeves of her gown.

Upper row: image two. 245x245px icon. Taken from the early minutes of Season 1 Episode 7: A Rebellious Woman, it shows a close up of Captain’s Trèville cuirass. He’s shown from the waist up until his nose, though the wide brim of his hat is seen on the upper part of the picture. He’s looking to the left of the picture (or to his right), with a serious expression in what we can see of his face: moustache and goatee framing the line of his lips. The cuirass fills the whole picture in all its metallic glory, but we can see the collar of his white shirt peaking up, the leather shoulder of his uniform, which is a shade of camel in colour, and his blue musketeer tabard hanging from his left shoulder. The cuirass is fastened to the shoulders with a buckle, which can be seen on the right shoulder, and it has some simple decoration along the neckline and armcyes, in the shape of a band with regularly distributed raised circles of the same material.

Upper row: image three. 245x245px icon. Taken from the early minutes of Season 1 Episode 7: A Rebellious Woman, it shows a close up of Constance’s pink jacket (since it doesn’t have tabs I don’t think it can be classified as a hongreloin, but I guess that was the idea). She’s shown from the underbust up, until nose level, and her head is turned in the same fashion as captain Trèville’s in the previous image, who stands right behind her. Her lips are slightly parted and the light plays beautifully on her neck. The jacket in question is a pale shade of pink, with the wings and the collar in a darker shade of the same colour. It’s laced in the front and we can see her red chemise peeking from below her stays and through the slashed sleeves.

Middle row: image four. 245x245px icon. Taken from the public attending to the duel in Season 1 Episode 8: The Challenge, we can see a close up of Alice Clerbaux. Only the lower part of her face can be seen and the picture stops well over the cleavege of her blue silk gown, but we can see the pleats on the sleevecap, which is puffy, and the necklaces she wears: one runs along the side of her neckline and has grey pearls; she then wears two more of regular pearls. the first of those matches in size the grey one, and it looks as though it’s been knotted right below her throat; the other is made of a smaller set of pearls, with a silver pendant.

Middle row: image five. 245x245px icon. Taken from Season 2 Episode 4: Emilie, it shows a close up of Milady’s green dressing robe, as shown when she’s being blackmailed by Rochefort in the gardens. We can only see her face from the nose down, but her lips are pursed. She sports a light green choker (very similar to the one Ninon wore in the previous season, save for the pendant), and wears a white nightgown (which is the same seen in the flashbacks in Pinon in Commodities). The robe is green with a big pattern of leaves in a lighter tone, save in the collars facing: the colours are inverted then, as it looks like they’ve used the other side of the fabric for this purpose. The letter she’s holding peeks at the lower left side of the picture.

Middle row: image six. 245x245px icon. Taken from a promotional shot from Season 1, it shows a close up of Queen Anne. Only a quarter of her face can be seen, from the nose down, the middle of which is aligned with the right edge of the picture, to put some emphasis on the elegant curve of her standing collar, made of a very light, light golden fabric. The picture is cropped at her neck, so we can see the golden brooch right in the middle, pinned to her light golden stays, and the darker golden layers over them. The trims along the outer layer’s front are an old shade of gold, as well as her necklace, which falls right into her neckline.

Lower row: image seven. 245x245px icon. Taken from Season 2 Episode 6: Through a glass, darkly, it shows a close up of the Queen’s light blue gown, with an emphasis on the pleats on her waist. The bodice is long and tight fitted, with internal boning, and a long pearl necklace hangs down to the lower edge of the bodice. The skirts are quite full- she’s walking towards the right side of the picture and the motion makes them look bigger. We can see a bit of detail on her right sleeve, up to the elbow, where the upper edge of the image is.

Lower row: image eight. 245x245px icon. Taken from the end of Season 2 Episode 10: Trial and Punishment, the image shows the back of Aramis as he bids his brothers good bye. He’s shown from the shoulderblades and up to the brim of his hat, and while he’s not looking at the viewer, his profile, turned to the right edge of the picture, can be seen. We can see the circular pinking detail in the right shoulder of his brown leather coat, and the top part of his leather pauldron, as well as a bit of d’Artagnan’s in the background.

Lower row: image nine. 245x245px icon. Taken from a promotional shot from Season 2 Episode 3: The Good Traitor, the picture shows Athos, only seen from his neck to his elbow. His dark leather doublet acts as a background for the brass buttons running down its front, a peeking pistol, and the blue musketeer tabard hanging from his left shoulder. We can see its front buttons, as well as Athos’s arm bent in 45º, with his hand towards the lower left edge of the picture. His cuff is turned and some buttons can be guessed, as well as the lower part of his leather gloves. The hint of metal just below the turned cuff is the rapier.

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#icons #the musketeers #the musketeers bbc #Milady de Winter #Comtesse de la Fère #Ana de Austria #Queen Anne #Athos #Aramis #Captain Trèville #Constance Bonacieux #Alice Clerbaux #Fridge Art (fanart)#RP icons

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