This came to me in a vision. (I’m obsessed with them)

Completely random thought but college AU where Alfred has to (ie. Matthew begged/threatened) pretend to be Mattie to pass a drug test.

"One practice, that's it. All you have to do is piss on a cup and skate around a bit! And try not to get into a cat fight with Ivan, eh?"

How did Mattie duck up? I don't know - got carried away at a party? Stress? Wrote down the wrong date? Look, I have neither reasons nor excuse. I just enjoy putting pretty (identical) boys in ridiculous scenarios.

Al used to figure skate? Gilbert's like 'damn, when did Matthew develop hips?' I don't know, what would make the situation even more ridiculous?

france @ the NA bros

Matthew: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Alfred: I wake up at 4:30 AM Matthew: Matthew: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Alfred just gives off insufferable morning-person vibes you know

Heya!! Alfred and Matthew, what are your guy's music tastes like? 👀

(admin: i'm an elderly zoomer with obscure taste so i have precisely zero idea what the kids are into these days. i'm gonna give them like. non-contemporary tastes if that's ok)

Alfred: Hiya! I'm mostly into rock and roll/classic rock, even stuff you might call 'Dad rock', and older country too! Elvis, the Beach Boys, Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, the Eagles. I get some of my taste from my Dad though, so I love the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, even if they're kinda overrated. Don't let the old man hear me say that!!

Matthieu: Oh, hey there. I tend to like more artsy/alternative music. Indie pop, dreampop and shoegaze, experimental stuff, but also I'm pretty influenced by my mom's taste so I can vibe with some classical piano. Not gonna lie, I've been getting into the Smiths lately, they're one of Dad's favorites.

HWS America: I don’t get why we need driver's ed. Driving is just like Mario Kart except slower and you can’t throw blue shells at people.

HWS Canada: Please don’t ever drive.

north usa & south canada

Goro cupped her cheek, thumb running over the edge of her tight smile before it faded. “In that alley…I thought if you asked me, then I would help. But, you did not ask.” His tone was light, almost wistful. “You smiled and then–“ He released her, gestured gently. “–turned away.” “I didn’t smile.” “You did.” His expression was soft, bittersweet. “It is a not a sight I will soon forget.” In truth the memory was hazy, volatile. There was the moment when she had first seen him, and it had been a little shock, something sharp and inarticulate. Maybe he was right.

the damn things overlap, 7 - some things you do for money

Commission by the incredibly skilled @nananarc

Also as an added bonus the original scene from Valentine's pov:

He fell back, head striking the pavement with a thump. She watched him, chest heaving, one hand on the knife still buried in her shoulder. Blood was roaring through her ears, but everything else was quiet. Cautiously, she crouched down next to his body, transfixed by the sight of him. The ripper had lost consciousness almost immediately, but this one had known what was going to happen.  <C’mon V, gotta keep moving.>   There was a wary note in Johnny’s voice. She resented his presence, but she despised his condescension more. The facile comments, the smug self-righteous air, as though he were a paragon of virtue merely for having promised her something he could not give. It was not enough that he was eating her alive, but he had to exert his control now, dig in his spurs over and over until she did what he wanted. But she did not want what he wanted. <He’s dead.> Exasperation, now. There were two parts of her working along in uneasy tandem, one which regarded him with a cold professional contempt, and the other which wished they could rip him apart into silence The remaining part of her wanted to sit there a while longer, to spite him, but the adrenaline was starting to wear off. She staggered to her feet, leaning heavily on her good leg, and then froze, catching movement at the far end of the alley. <Persistent guard dog, isn’t he?> Even in an untailored button down and cheap slacks Goro cut an imposing figure. It was something in the way he moved that made the animal part of her wary. Recognition of another predator. She felt herself relax as he approached, eyes drawn briefly to the corpse at her feet before his attention returned to her. He was dangerous but he was not her enemy. “V,” he greeted her, evenly. “I wished to talk, but I see that you are busy.” If he was still angry with her she could not find it in his face. He was calm, inscrutable. Possibly he thought she had gone insane. She found she did not want to talk.

the damn things overlap, 3 - washed in the blood

is it fucked up that as a filipino i dont know any filipino mc streamers or filipino streamers in general? like the ones who actually stream in tagalog/bisaya/ilocano/ilonggo/whatever dialect???

like im so envious of the ppl who are like "so and so was my childhood im excited to see them in qsmp" and here i am like "wow filipino streamers huh can't wait to meet them ^_^"

danger days + save rock and roll

More to Alfred having social anxiety headcanon: Matthew has left him one of his hoodies and some gloves/warm comfy stuff so that when Alfred hits his limit he can pretend to be Matt and be left alone until he's ready to face the (literal) world again.

Matt always takes over his part and acts loud and boisterous to cover for him until Alfred feels safe and stable again.

Matthew snuggling Alfred, geographically.

Older NA twins making papa proud?

forbidden headcanon but the NA bros are not escaping the genetically predisposed alcoholism. look who raised them